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The Slippery 4

Word Count: 726

Characters: Virgil, Remus, Deceit

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: T+

Warnings: Tentacles, implied cannibalism, implied murderous intent, Sexual Situations

Based off this headcanon by @zombie-teeth

Virgil wasn't known for being terribly cuddly, sure he enjoyed it now and then, but it was rare to find him snuggling with anyone for hours on end. But he couldn't exactly get away from his loving duke's embrace. That's why Deceit found him lounging on the couch with his boyfriend, Remus, holding onto him like a koala, fast asleep, with his 4 main tentacles idly wiggling behind him. The quiet hissing between the disgruntled emo and the teasing snake didn't bother Remus at all.

"Say one word about this to anyone and I will cover your library in webs. And if I piss myself don't you dare hold it against me." Virgil threatened. Deceit smiled at him and shrugged. He wasn't making any promises. He strolled back to his room with a smug air about him that made Virgil growl.

That's when a slick tentacle snuck behind him and gently caressed his neck. Virgil glanced at it with raised eyebrows and smirked.

"Thanks Nero, you're such a thoughtful lil wiggler." he chuckled and gently ran his fingers over the smooth appendage. He had to laugh at how it twitched and went limp on his shoulder, heating up as if it could blush. 

A different tentacle wrapped around his chest and snaked its way up to his cheek. Someone was jealous!

Virgil giggled and turned his head to press his lips to it. The delicate kiss against one sucker was just enough to make the tentacle jolt back and go rigid. This one had to be Tiberius, the flirty one.

"Don't think I forgot about you, Tiger." Virgil purred. At the pet name, Tiberius collapsed like a wet noodle on the couch and floor. He had to laugh, Remus' tentacles had a minds of their own, and they usually thought about Virgil. It was flattering and down right adorable usually. But they were still part of Remus, so if the tentacles went limp, Remus' grip would loosen too. All he had to do was make all of them relax, and that was a problem.

The other two tentacles were a little bit more daring. Commodus maneuvered its way around his thigh slipping behind him to get into his pants. Elagabalus slid in his lap and got very frisky. Virgil bit his lip and let out a loud frustrated groan, this was not helping his bladder problem, and causing a slew of other issues. Fortunately, Remus sleeping on him was one problem solved.

"Commie! Laggy! No!" Remus snapped and let go of Virgil to pull them back. They drooped in Remus' hands like guilty children.

"You do not get touchy like that when I'm asleep, unless you're touching me! Did Virgil say you could do that, hmm?" 

"Nope." Virgil answered, gently removing Nero from his shoulder.

"No? Then why did you two think it would be okay?!" Remus growled. Commie and Laggy curled into themselves out of shame and retreated into his back. Remus let out a sighed and carefully ran a hand down Virgil's cheek. 

"Are you alright, Scare Bear?" he asked. Virgil took his hand and brought it to his lips, making Remus blush. Leggy and Commie were in big trouble.

"Thanks, Ree. You saved me from the onslaught, like a knight in slimy armor. But armor isn't your strong suit." Virgil hummed and let the duke's hand fall gracelessly to his side. He smirked at the flustered side and winked. That sent Remus' heart into overdrive—a crooked smile and a little flirting should not be enough to turn Remus Sanders to mush! 

"No wonder they got frisky, you're a tease!" Remus laughed despite himself. Virgil shrugged and flashed a wicked grin.

"If teasing the tentacles wakes you up, then I'll be sure to do it more often." he said and moved to get up, "It's easier than clawing my way out to get to the bathroom." 

"No! Come back!" Remus whined, "I want to cuddle with you—naked if possible!"

"No." Virgil hummed on his way out, "But you can come to my room, get caught in a trap, and I could eat you like the little snack you are." 

"You sly wolf spider." Remus purred, "I'll see you there!" And all of his tentacles jolted back to life. He was so lucky to be able to call that catch of an emo his.

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Letters

Ships: Prinxiety, Platonic Moxiety, platonic analogical, platonic dukexiety, brotherly anxceit

Warning: Cursing, Angst, Crying, Hearts Broken, Leaving people behind, Remus and Deceit are in this story! But they aren't the bad guys!

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The other sides can't stop crying. They were all broken.

Virgil left. Their Virgil. His Virgil.

The emo left. Their emo left. His emo left.

Anxiety is gone. But how? When? Where? Why?

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11 a.m.

Patton was still waiting. Logan insisted they eat early. Patton was confused, Virgil wasn't usually this late. Is he okay? What did Patton do? Did another fight happen? What happened? Did something go wrong? Did Patton do anything? Did Pa-

Patton was cut short with a hand rubbing his back. He couldn't tell who was in front of him, the tears in his eyes made it blurry. He could hear well though. "--tton. Tap once if you could hear me." The voice said, taking hold of Patton's hand.

Patton tapped and felt the hand. "Logan." He thought to himself as he felt the bracelet he gave him. "Okay. I need you to breathe Patton. In for 4, hold for 8, out for 7." Patton was having a hard time breathing but Logan tapping the beat on his hand helped.

Patton could breathe and see properly now. "Wh-what happened?" Patton asked, wiping away the tears. "You started hyperventilating. That's not usually normal with you." Logan remarked, giving Patton a few tissues.

Patton nodded and started fidgeting with his sweater. Roman came down and sensed the tension between the two. Roman nodded at Logan and sat at far end of the table. "Sooo, no Virgil yet?" Roman asked, tilting his head.

Patton sniffled and nodded. Logan sighed and put an arm around Patton and squeezed him a bit. "Everything will be okay. And Roman? Will it be okay if you check on Virgil? He is usually not this late." Logan said.

Roman nodded and made his way up to Virgil's room. He knocked the black door that was decorated with purple that said "Virge" in his handwriting. "Weird." Roman told himself. He knocked twice now.

Thrice.

Four times.

5 times.

He grew impatient and jiggled the door knob. He was threw the door open and was met with nothing but a dark room. He opened the lights and scanned the room. "Virgil?" He called out. Roman groaned and called out again. "Virge? this isn't funny. Patton isn't gonna be happy."

He stepped inside and checked his room for Virgil. Nothing seemed out of place. His guitar case was in it's usual spot. He checked Virgil's private rest room. No foggy mirror. The bed was messy. It was usually made.

"Virge? ....Virgil?" Roman called out, before checking the drawers. He found 3 envelopes(ah shit here we go-), one in dark blue with Logan's name, one in pastel blue with Patton's and one in res, with Roman's name. Roman's eyes widened. "Shit shit shit shit Virgil no please don't do this to us." Roman said, running out.

"Logan! Patton! Shit Virgil don't do this to us." Roman shouted, going down two steps at a time. "Did something wrong happen?" Patton asked. Roman panted and nodded as he gave out the letters.

"I don't understand, why did he write us letters? Is he showing us his love? Was he in the room?" Logan asked, inspecting the envelope. "Okay specs so he's not showing us his love and no, he was not in his room." Roman said, panting.

"Then..what's wrong?" Patton asked, concern in his voice. Roman raked a hand through his hair and began telling them.

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"Hey, Roman? What's the best way to tell someone you're leaving them?" Virgil asked, breaking the silence. They were stargazing in their imagination. Roman faced Virgil and raised an eyebrow.

"You planning to leave us Emo Knightmare?" Roman asked, concerned. "Oh! No no no! I just had the question because uh, I'm wondering, is there any way we can tell someone that we're leaving without hurting them?" Virgil clarified, smiling awkwardly.

Roman nodded and looked back at the stars. "Well, you will hurt them really. It's hard to focus because you know you're going to hurt them. But, if I were to do if, which I won't, I would write a letter really. I don't want them to chase after me and all that." Roman said. Virgil nodded and faced back at stars.

"Hey Ro?"

"Yeah Virge?"

"Thanks for being a really nice friend, I'm sorry for calling you nicknames and all that." Virgil said, facing Roman.

Virgil chuckled and smiled softly. "Same goes to you V. Past is past, we're friends now." Roman said. Smiling.

But

He still never gets hurt.

He's broken and Virgil doesn't knows.

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Patton felt tears going down his cheeks. Logan was shocked. Roman is...broken, really frustrated.

"No no no no no Virgil. No. No!" Patton said, letting his head down and letting his tears roll down his face. "..Roman? Did you know?" Logan asked, hugging Patton tighter. "No, I didn't I- I didn't mean- I just- I never wanted to give him id-ideas, Logan, P-patton, I'm so- I'm so sorry." Roman stuttered, panicking more and more.

Patton looked back up and opened his arms and let Roman fall into his touch. "I'm really- really so-sorry I- I'm very sorry, please fo-forgive me guys!" Roman said, starting to panic. "Ro, breathe, 4, 8, 7, continue that." Logan said, grabbing Roman's hand and tapping the beat on his hand.

Roman's breathing slowed down but he was still panicking. "I-i think we should read these. Privately, but f-first, we should, see if he's with the others." Patton suggested, rubbing Roman's back. Roman nodded and Logan gave a thumbs up.

"You two should rest, I'll go ask. For now, stay safe." Logan assured, closing his eyes and sinking out. He opened up his eyes as he heard a voice say "Logan!" He looked around. "Remus' room." He thought. "Logie! What are you doing here specs?" Remus exclaimed, placing his deodorant on the side.

"Ah Remus. I have a question. Have you seen Virgil? He isn't in our area and he left us notes and we thought he was wi-" Logan said, before being cut off by the door being swung open by Deceit. He looked at Remus, whose smile fell and Deceit, who was not wearing his usual outfit.

(How did Deceit open the door in time well- that's a story for another day-)

"Okay wait wait wait! You got the letters too? Logan, thank god." Deceit exclaimed, making his way towards both. "Wait..how did he give you the letters, may I ask?" Logan said, gesturing to a dark green envelope on the side. "I-i'm not sure. I woke up and found these next to me." Remus said.

Logan nodded and paced the room. "Have you read them yet?" Logan asked, ignoring the feeling of panic growing in his chest. Remus shook his head and Deceit sat down beside Remus, putting an arm around him.

"Ah, I suggest you read them privately. But if uh, your feelings, get in the way. Ask for help." Logan said, looking back at Remus and Deceit. Remus was crying now and Deceit's eyes were teary eyed.

"I- I just- I really miss him Logan. I kn- I know that it doesn't se-seem like that. He- he would be the- there for me and D-dee. We-we would play and lau-laugh.. He- he was our be- ..." Remus choked out, tears falling more and more. "He was our best friend." Deceit said, finishing the sentence for Remus.

Logan sighed softly and nodded. "I-i know..he was like a brother to me. He was a nice friend. I'll leave you guys for now. Farewell." Logan said, smiling softly and sinking out. He was able to catch Deceit's thank you before sinking out.

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Logan rose up and looked down to see a note on the kitchen table.

"Hey Logie! Roman and I are in our rooms. We decided to take a break before reading our letters! We'll start reading them at around 1 p.m.! I think you should do the same! Bye!

~ Patton & Ro"

Logan smiled and took his letter out from his pocket. He made his way up the stairs. He entered his room and tossed the letter on his desk. He plopped himself on his chair and looked at the clock.

"12:59"

Logan waited until it hit 1 and took the letter. Roman was on the floor, taking out the letter from it's envelope. Patton was lying down on his bed, doing the same thing. Deceit was in the other side's kitchen. Remus was in his room.

(From here, this is gonna be what it says in their letters! Enjoy <3)

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Dear Logan,

   Hey L. I'm really sorry for doing this to you. To Dad. To Ro. I'm very sorry. You may not see me telling you I'm sorry or anything, but I am. You're like a brother to me. You're smart, funny, savage. You're just cool. You're talking confuses me sometimes but that doesn't matter.

   You say you don't have "feelings" but deep down, you do. Do me a favor and try and find them. You're more than what you think Lo. You're doing well Lo. You're amazing. You're kind. You're smart. You care. You take your time to talk to me.Take care of Pat for me please. Stay safe. Love ya bro. I'll return soon. Just need time.

                                                    ~Virgil.

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Hey Remus,

    How's Deceit doing? Hope the snake dude is doing good! Hey, I'm really sorry okay? Remus, i know you really scared Thomas last episode but, he will accept you. Thomas isn't going to hate you forever. Sure, it might take some time. But, he will. Lessen the gore and dirty jokes a little though.

Patton learned to deal with you too.

   He said that you may be too out-going but that's what makes you you. You don't have a filter but you're amazing the way you are. Your jokes make me crack up. You're sweet and you try your best. Thank you Re, thank you. Have fun and continue being cool.

Love ya trash man. I'm gonna return, not any time soon though.

                                                      ~Virgil.

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Dear Deceit,

    Hey Dee. I miss you. A lot. It doesn't seem like that all the time but I do. I miss you a whole lot. The light sides know. They care about my decision. They make me feel better like you did. You're cool Dee. Thomas will accept you. You may seem scary at first but that's okay.

    I've been with you for years and I know that you aren't just a liar. You're a friend. A brother. A hero. You're not always a villain. You and Remus were never the villians. You're not one of the dark sides. You're like us.

    I love you guys alot. You guys deserve the best in this world. You guys are really cool. Let no one tell you otherwise. Thanks for being there for me when I need it. Love ya big bro. I'll return and give you the biggest hug. I just don't want to right now.

                                                     ~Virgil.

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Dear Dad,

   Pat, I'm really sorry. Please forgive me. I'm very sorry. You didn't deserve this but this seemed right for me. You're amazing. Your puns make me laugh. You make a wonderful friend Patton. You deserve a "Patt-on" the back for that. I'm glad you learned how to accept Remus and Dee.

   You don't know how much that means to me. You're really loving and caring. I hope you take care of yourself more. Your feelings aren't stupid or dumb. They matter a lot. You make an amazing dad. Your cooking is delicious. You treat us like we're your kids.

  Patton. I love you dad. Take care of yourself too. Love ya. Keep being awesome. famILY. I'll come back,  not soon though.

                                                      ~Virgil

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Dear Roman,

  Roman..i'm really sorry. Please please please, forgive me. You're a really cool guy. You may not think the same but I do. Patton does. Logan does. Deceit does. Thomas does. Even Remus does. You're a lovable dork and that's why you're my closest friend.

  You deserve the world Princey. You're amazing. You're cool. You're sweet. Kind. Wonderful. Smart. You're YOU Roman. You're "Really Obviously Mascular And Nice". R-O-M-A-N. I'm glad that we moved our differences away. Sureee, call me out for being cliche. But I'm saying the truth.

  You are my best friend. Patton is my dad. Logan is like my brother. Deceit IS my brother. Remus is also my friend.  But you, you're my closest friend. My friend. The friend who would look out for me when the others are away.

  Roman, I'm sorry but I can't keep my feelings away now. I like love you Roman. I always have. Not the best friend love. Love. Love as in late cuddle sessions and movie nights. Roman. I love you, Roman. I'm sorry that you have to go through this, really I am. But this is what feels right for me, and I hope you understand. I understand if you can't forgive or if you don't love me. I really do.

 For now stay safe, this isn't the end. I'll return. Just not soon. Te amo con todo mi corazón.

                                  Lots of l♡ve, Virgil

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Silence fills the whole mindscape. Nothing but silence. A pin could drop and everyone would hear. No one dare moves.

Patton's the first to break. He bursts into tears and holds a patch from Virgil's jacket that came with the letter close to him.

Remus follows next. His sobs get louder as he slowly brings up the patch of Virgil's jacket to get a better look at.

 Deceit is next, unable to let go of the patch of his little brother's jacket. Every sob came with more pain than the last. It just hurts.

Logan has never felt so broken in his entire life. His whole body shook with choked out sobs as he buries his hair in his hands, staring at the patch in his lap.

Roman, Roman couldn't breathe. He loved Virgil. Virgil was his dream. Roman shook his head in disbelief as his shaky hands held the final patch in his hand. Every sob came faster than the last.

And there left the sides. Missing the only thing that held them together. Patton's son. Remus' best friend. Logan's best friend. Deceit's little brother. Roman's love. Virgil is gone.

 When would he come back? And...will he keep to his word?

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WOW THAT WAS A RIDEEEEE! First time writing angst, so sorry if it's kinda bad! But liek, did I break your hearts? If I did, I apologize bUT I WANTED TO TRY AND ANGST-

Also sorry for the hella long post!

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Can I just say that the thought of the others calling Verge “angel” makes me want to cry from happiness

Love Letters

Fandom: Sanders Sides Pairing: Dukexiety Characters: Virgil, Remus, everyone else mentioned Notes: Day 14 for @tsshipmonth2020​ - dukexiety Summary: When Virgil wrote done his feelings for Remus it was the explicit intention to shred the letter after.

He knew he was forgetting something

AO3

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To Remus,

I’ve been having feelings.  The worst kind of feelings. Super affectionate, really lovey-dovey, terrible feelings.  You’d probably laugh in my face if I told you about them.

In fact, you’d definitely laugh in my face.  Which is why I’m writing this and not like, talking to you.  Because I’m a coward who can’t deal with the fact you’ll reject me.  

But I also can’t move on.

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💕: “Years I’ve spent dormant in the earth, thinking of my horrible revenge upon humanity, yet when you set me free I suddenly had seconds thoughts” for Anxciet? :>

,,,,i tried! (This isn’t beta’d so all mistakes are mine) enjoy theres two disaster gays!

Virgil had bought the golden gothic locket from a seemingly innocent and unassuming booth at the market, the booth owner had been sweet and kind and had even given him a discount on it because it matched his aesthetic! And well, as a struggling college student, how was he to say no?

He’d worn it days on end, feeling safe with the weight of it resting against his collarbone, careful to maintain the little locket’s nice condition with the occasional TLC. Never had he expected anything more from the small little locket, even when his nightmares noticeably died down after receiving it. Leave it to an entitled thief at the park later that month to prove him wrong.

It was pretty late in the day and Virgil was chilling on a bench, sketching a concept piece in his sketchbook. Occasionally he would pause to get a gauge on his visual, his non-dominant hand loosely clutching the locket as he fiddled with the intricate engravings. Honestly, it was no wonder that it would gain him some looks from time to time, being a bright but still gothic gold, it was the only stand out color that he wore amongst his dark blacks and purples.

“Excuse me, Sir?” A female voice from a distance called out, causing Virgil to glance up. A pretty woman was flirtingly sauntering up to him, obviously trying to catch his attention with a self-satisfied smirk when his eyes met hers and flicked away again. She seemed sure she’d caught his full attention now, completely oblivious to the fact that Virgil was completely and utterly gay, not to mention uninterested in the confrontation.

“I couldn’t help but notice, you’ve got a pretty cute necklace there. Where’d ya get it, honey?” She laid it on thick, batting her eyes and speaking in a heavily, almost too suspiciously sweet tone. Virgil blinked at her, once, twice.

“Um..? I don’t think you’ll get one exactly like mine but there’s a vender that-“ The girl held her hand up to silence him, before looking at her nails with a sorely fake, sorrowful look.

“Oh that just won’t do, Doll. I like yours! Any chance I could buy it off you?” Virgil blinked at her, and tried not to chuckle, completely confused. Who walks up to a stranger, offering to buy their own personal items off of them?

“Uhh, no? It’s uhm, it’s a gift from my grandma, and I’m not willing to part with it.” That was a lie, of course, but lately he’d been finding himself a little more comfortable with doing that lately if it meant it got him out of harmless situations like this. Plus, he really didn’t want to give it up! However, the stranger did not seem to want to accept that answer.

Before he knew what was happening, this woman was screaming at him, calling him entitled and a rotten, selfish teenager, and plenty of other nasty things under the sun. Immediately, the sudden onslaught had caused Virgil to curl up, staring up wide eyed and terrified of the older woman now standing above him and shouting at him. Then his body’s shaking began, and Virgil knew he was in for it. He’d frozen up like a petrified fawn in front of an over glorified wolf, and the overwhelming negative emotions being projected at him was tearing him apart inside.

Getting fed up with the boy’s lack of response, she reached for the necklace, growling out “If I can’t have it, then no body can!” Before giving a sharp tug. The old metal snapped, causing Virgil to jerk back as he watched this stranger slam the fragile locket to the concrete pavement. It made a sickening crack as it broke in two. However, before the woman could truly be satisfied with her wrath and before Virgil could properly mourn his loss, black smoke billowed out and around the two. Virgil, still on the verge of an emotional breakdown, could only think about how that much smoke couldn’t have naturally fit in that tiny locket.

The woman stumbled back, temporarily broken out of her petulance to escape the pitch black smoke with a shout. In a matter of seconds, the smoke asmassed together and tightly formed together, before dissipating. In its wake, a tall, lean man was left in its place. He wore dark clothing, a suit of dark grey and a golden accented vest, a dark bowler hat tilted stylishly upon his dark hair. His back was facing Virgil, but the woman, from what Virgil could see, looked terrified.

“Well, Hello there. I didn’t think I’d be summoned by something so pathetic.. one hundred years in that stupid prison and this is the welcoming I get?” The woman was still in utter disbelief, glancing over to Virgil with confused anger resurfacing.

“Is this some kind of act? You think I’m an idiot, huh, Brat? Just because you’re friend was able to pull this,-” She gestured towards the particularly disinterested man in front of her, “this stupid prank or whatever off! I’ll sue you for harassment!”

At this point, the woman looked haughty and ready to do something even more rash. However, before she could move, the man flicked his wrist, and the woman’s hand slapped over her mouth.

“My, you could drone on and on, couldn’t you? Please, a mortal like you doesn’t scare me. Now please, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave.” The woman’s eyes briefly flashed yellow, and she turned around and walked off without a huff. With a sigh, the man turned around to the bench to sit, only to pause as he finally took notice of the shaking man curled up on the bench. Now Virgil could see why the woman had been surprised, realistic green scales were attractively scattered up one side of the man's face, his eyes mismatched of green and yellow. For a being that was apparently trapped within that locket for at least, what, a hundred years? He still looked as sharp as a young adult, and attractive too.

“Oh, hello.” The man’s voice had softened considerably, apparently surprised into sympathy at seeing a young man so visibly shaken. Before Virgil could muster up a response or even figure out a proper reaction to the situation, the man dipped elegantly to one knee, bowing in front of Virgil with the flourish of his hat.

“Excuse me, my dear. I didn’t mean to startle you! I am called Dorian, however, you can call me anytime.~” The mysterious man called Dorian held out a hand to Virgil, smiling warmly when the young man’s shaking hand rested itself in the others gloved hand. “You’ve been caring for me in all this recent time, I recognize that panicked heartbeat, My Dear. How lucky am I?” Dorian’s adoring gaze never left Virgil’s pretty flushed face as the other brought the still trembling hand to his lips. All Virgil’s frazzled mind could think to do was make him giggle at the absurdity of the situation, and close his eyes and cover his face because his mind wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

Surrounded by his thoughts, he did not hear the other get up, nor did he feel when the other sat beside him. However, he did feel the arm that pulled him closer to the other man, gentle and loose, yet still comforting. For a few long moments the pair sat in silence.

As Virgil calmed down, his mind slowly came to terms that his company was not really human, but found that his tired mind did not really care. Lowering his hands, Virge glanced at the taller being next to him who was gazing up at the darkening shades of the sky. Leaning against Dorian’s arm a bit more, he joined the other in his gazing at the sunset splashed sky. Another long moment of silence stretched past them, before Dorian finally found his voice to speak.

“...Years I’ve spent dormant in the earth, thinking of my horrible revenge upon humanity, and yet when you set me free I suddenly had second thoughts..” Dorian hummed, meeting Virgil’s gaze solidly for a moment before gazing out across the park. “It’s been long since I’ve stretched these legs, used these eyes, held another so close.. I’ve missed it dearly. I hope you don’t mind, uh-“ Dorian paused, realizing what he’d forgotten. Here he was, cuddling with a mortal that he didn’t even know the true name of!

Virgil seemed to catch on, chuckling softly, “It’s Virgil, Dorian. My name? And.. don’t worry about it. I totally get being touch starved, dude.” Dorian smiled sadly, disappointed that this human was feeling the consequences of lack of contact too. He let the others name roll off his forked tongue, an inhuman purr escaping him at such a pretty name. Dorian didn’t miss the shiver that passed through Virgil in reaction to the deep voice, but kept his thoughts to himself about it for now.

“I think.. A proper night of introduction is in order. A walk around the park, or this fascinating city, if you will?” Dorian smiled, standing up and reaching out a gloved hand for Virgil to take. Accepting this weird fate, Virgil just shook his head with a smile and took the others hand, allowing Dorian, ever the gentleman, to link arms with him.

“What about your um, scales?” Virgil asked, hoping that they wouldn’t get anymore stares than a man in a suit and a man in full goth attire could attract. In a swift movement of a hand over Dorian’s face, the scales vanished. Replacing them was breathtaking vitiligo, the yellow eye becoming blue to accompany Dorian’s green one. Virgil laughed softly, face flushing at the beautiful man before him but still keeping his shy smile present.

“Now that that is settled, how about that walk, hmm?” Dorian grinned, and with Virgil’s agreeing nod, the two disaster gays from different times were off to traverse the city.

Did a live stream with a friend and drew Roman and Virgil as Sans n Papyrus 🤣

Ripped Virgil strikes again !

@worthless-fander and @justalittlenervouswreck and the anonymus that asked about buff Virgil here you go^^

The location is inspired from where I was on vacation this summer in Croatia. It was nice there. We was a pretty cool pool.

If you’re wondering why Virge has a little yellow in his hair, well, I had so much fun with that whole “V-having-to-dye-his-hair-a-lot” that I just put in some washed out color (btw. chlor in pool water is kinda bad for coloured hair and can mess up colours like blue, not yet the case here with V though, he was not in the pool yet)

Spider!Virgil? Butterfly!Virgil?

Why not both?

[That is vry pretty thank you]

Out of everyone in the house, who kills/gets rid of the bugs?

Reblog if you’re LGBTQ+ or support it, have a cat named Valerie, or want to violently fling yourself into the void

two out of three

Six Trillion Years and a Month

(Yes, that title is based off of the vocaloid song "A Tale of Six Trillion Years and a Night")

T.w(s): Characer death, no happy ending, injuries, a brief mention of the coronavirus going around (like one sentence)

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A small splash of a small stone into the lake could only be heard by the forest, and a small boy.

It would be followed by birds chirping their sweet songs, and a wistful breeze as the sun rose above the treetops.

The woods were huge, that was obvious. They took up most of the land that the village owned, and they were all too loving and kind to chop it all down.

Good. The boy liked that.

He had been given many names in the past, either from families or legends. Although, he was settling with the name Virgil for now. Or, Vee for short, he guessed.

People knew he existed, he was a citizen of the kingdom just like everyone else. That was not good.

The reason for that being was the village elders being able to recall conversations and moments that they had had with the boy ever since they were kids themselves. So, sadly, his identity and appearance had been changed a few hundred times.

This made people doubt that he was the 15-year-old adolescent he had claimed to be for, literally, eons. Six thousand, actually.

At first, Virgil considered himself to be blessed. That was understandable. It made it a lot easier to block out that the fact he was in no way, shape, or form, human.

He himself didn't even know if he was an animal. Although, when he thought about it, he realised that he sounded stupid.

Well, it was safe to say that Vee was secretly old, very old.

When doing a calculation or two, maybe even older than the universe.

Let's not have an existential crisis about multiverses and al that jazz, and accept that this child was 6 trillion years old.

He is immortal, anyway.

Technically, he was still 15. He had completely stopped aging when he reached the specific age, when his entire family died on his birthday.

Even though he wasn't able to be harmed in almost anyway, and unable to die, that didn't save him from the psychological torture of watching all of the human friends he had somehow obtained dying in front of him.

To him, an average human's 79 year lifespan was a flash of time. So small that he had to physically stop himself from recoiling when one if his teachers told him.

Realizing he'd spaced out remembering the last 6 trillion years completely clearly, the boy decided to head down to the market. Maybe there would be come interesting things on sail.

Virgil had been on earth for around 2,000 years, and the knowledge and morality of humans still amazed him till this very day.

Adjusting the wooly hat on his head and opening his wooden basket, the ancient being's eyes sparkled at the little jewels and trinkets inside. Along with the huge stash of pure golden coins, and a credit card. (Of course, there was a wallet too, but I hope you could guess that.

Vee had never stolen anything for a long time. The last time the hands of the man had taken something that wasn't his as his own was some food his dad had made, when he was still alive.

Every single coin and piece of jewellery was earned by continuous hard work in all different types of jobs over the last two millennia. That was one of his only weaknesses, fatigue. No breathing, food, heat, sleep, or water needed. Although he still used and did all of those things, as they made him feel alive. It was also to stop the suspicions of the mortals living alongside him.

Closing the basket and making his way back to the town, he checked the time on his phone (he was lucky to be able to figure the technology out quickly).

Thu 19 March, 2020.

Well, that helped plummet him back into reality. About the corona thing and all that.

Walking along the trail back into the village took about 5 minutes, and it wasn't like he was complaining. It was a little sunny for once.

That didn't mean it wasn't chilly, sadly.

Even though he was older than the predicted age of the Universe, it didn't mean he knew everything. This was vivid when his eyes didn't catch the shadowy figure hiding behind a tree with a camera.

Though, he would soon. And by soon, I mean a month.

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This was the angsty Virgil centric I was talking about, I hope you like it!

Words: 788

(When/if I make this a whole fic, it'll be so much more angsty)

Welp this au is now discontinued because my sister and I gave up trying to make this ;-;

Voodootale sans