Virgil: So here’s the tea-

Logan: It’s called a briefing.

Virgil: Do you want the tea or not?

Patton: Virgil, it’s time to get up!

Virgil: I’m not sleeping, I’m dead. Leave flowers then get out.

Virgil: Do you have the time?

Patton:For you? Are you joking? I would always make time for you. My time is precious but you are more. Virgil, you… are a shining star in the sea of darkness. I would do anything for you.

Virgil: No, like… what time is it?

Virgil: But thank you.

Janus:I’m a moderate, peaceful and godly man, truth be told.

Virgil: Just yesterday you threw a chair at Remus.

Janus:Yes, which was a moderate, peaceful and godly compromise from the table I was initially planning on launching at that bastard.

Virgil: What the fuck?

Patton: Virgil, language!

Virgil: What the eff?

Patton: Try again.

Virgil: What the sexual intercourse?

Roman: Hey, Lo. Did you know that thot means ‘thoughtful person’?

Logan: I have never heard of that specific slang, no.

*later*

Logan: Thanks for keeping me company, Virgil. You’re such a thot.

Virgil, wheezing: I’m a WHAT?

Thomas: If you were to die, what would your last words be?

Virgil: “Finally.”

Thomas:

Thomas: No-

Virgil: People who say “Go big or go home” seriously underestimate my willingness to go home. It’s literally my only goal for most of the day.

Thomas, learning to drive: What if I press the brake and the gas at the same time?

Virgil: The car takes a screenshot.

Logan: For the last time, get the fuck out.

Thomas: Look, can I be frank with you guys?

Logan: Of course, but I don’t see how changing your name is going to help.

Patton: Can I still be Patton?

Roman: Shh, let Frank speak.

Virgil: *leaves*

Virgil: Where are you going?

Roman: I’m storming out!

VirgilThis is yourroom.

Roman: Yeah, well, that’s how mad I am!

Thomas: What is considered a punishment as a child but a reward as an adult?

Virgil: Death?

Thomas:

Thomas: No-

Virgil: Ro, what’s for dinner?

Roman: Oh, honey, I’m serving up looks tonight!

Virgil:

Virgil: Roman, we haven’t eaten in days.

it still pride some where!!

a redraw of my old virgil pride

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What if in the next Sanders Sides video Thomas starts treating Virgil differently because of what was revealed at the end of Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts?

What if Logan and Roman treat him the same as they did before, and are possibly even nicer to him because of Thomas’s shift in opinion?

What if Patton doesn’t call him “kiddo” or a fun nickname and doesn’t look at him the same?

What if Logan has to get tough with Thomas and Patton for being so rude to Virgil? (“He’s the same as he was before. So, why scrutinize him for events prior to getting to know him?”)

What if Roman has to comfort Virgil because he knows what Remus is like, and can understand the pain Virgil must’ve went through when he was a dark side?

What if the last clip is Deceit teasing Virgil because of this and tells him, “We both knew this would happen. We both knew the moment they found out, everything would change.”?

What if Virgil actually believes him?

Just some thoughts.

you stop right there-

Shi-

Omg what if this is what sets Virgil over the edge and converts him back into a bad side. What if virge just gives into his delusions and it’s all down hill and edge from here like in Hamilton

AAAAAAAAAA-

Stop this or I will stab you

What if Virgil and Thomas are arguing and Virgil starts doing that thing where his voice is layered and deep and super loud and it scares Thomas really badly? What if the light sides stop him and get mad at him for being so aggressive with Thomas? What if Deceit appears to help comfort Thomas and Virgil feels out of place and he sinks away and no one notices until a long while later, when Thomas has calmed down? What if then Thomas realizes that he shouldn’t have reacted poorly to Virgils confession and he can feel Virgils presence but no body can summon Virgil and they don’t know why or where he went?????????

My boy Virgil from Sanders Sides. Kind of obsessed with him atm lol

I think this is the first time I’ve drawn him actually happy

Normally I draw him hysterically crying or being the brooding emo nightmare he is-

Oh and uh don’t worry about the backgrounds I have no idea what I’m doing… i tried..

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A nice calm spooky witch virgil in these trying times

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… because i was one of them. (part 1)

I recently asked for prompts for sanders sides fanfics to write,

Favorite ship + Trope

“Analogical and soft date night, Logan goes to Virgil’s room to check up on him after he revealed himself (as a dark side) to Thomas. Thinking that everyone hates him and having to deal with the fallout between him and Patton. Logan just going there to reassure him that he’ll never leave him.”

-animefansforlife

Analogical, (Background Royality ish…?)

WC: 1546

Triggers: Yelling, Self hate, Anger, Cursing, Panic Attack… i think thats it let me know If i need to add more

ANGST to the max please prepare

“Virgil…? You okay buddy?” Thomas asks concerned, he was personally exhausted with everything that happened with Remus that day… but the way Virgil looked completely zoned out concerned him. Virgil perks up seemingly snapping out of his thoughts with an uneasy expression.

“Huh- oh uh… yeah. I- I am just a little disappointed in myself… I thought that I would be able to- protect you from them.” Virgil says somberly, glancing up at Thomas.

“The dark sides?” Thomas asks in confusion.

“The others.” Virgil corrects quickly, “I- I just- I thought, I thought I knew how to handle them!” He says frustratedly, his hands shaking slightly with his nervousness.

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So I realized it was a bit of a dick move on my part to only post the angst chapter, finished up the second chapter so you could have the beginning of some fluff, third chapter is all fluff but here have this to mend your soul

… because i was one of them (Part 2)

Virgil’s been in his room for days ever since… that. Logan winced in remembrance of the argument a few days prior…If it could even be referred to as such. It was a very one sided emotional conversation that Logan did not want to intervene in. Though he wished he had. If he had intervened it was possible that things could have gone smoother.

Honestly though he couldn’t intervene. He was too shocked at that moment. He hadn’t expected it, Logan knows everything. He looks at every detail of everything. He always knows what’s going on but… he had no Idea that Virgil was a dark side. The signs were there, yet… he ignored them. Seeing the better in Virgil. The need for him. The usefulness he provided. No matter how jarring his presence and input may have been, he was still- he was important. Needed.

By Thomas of course.

Logan knew that unless he could calm the others they would jump to drastic measures, Patton was likely going to send him to the dark side once more… For some reason that soured Logan’s stomach. The house without Virgil again. He swallows thickly. He can’t go back to that. No, the house, life… withVirgil was too- stellar. For lack of a better word. The two could be dramatic, excitable… Loud– but Virgil. Virgil was like him. Quiet, pensive, intelligent… he didn’t let emotions rationalize all his decisions, some of them sure… but in most cases he thought things through. Helped Thomas.

That’s why Logan liked him so much.

Right?

Right.

That’s the only reason.

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… because i was one of them (Part 3/Final)

Logan is pleased to find Virgil sitting cross legged on his bed midway through his second sandwich when he returns. He smiles softly as he walks in with another water and his laptop as promised. Virgil glances up from his phone, he seems to have put his dark eye shadow back on… Virgil looks over at Logan, a small smile parting his lips when he sees Logan walk in. He glances Virgil over quickly, finding some color has returned to his cheeks as well as the dull sparkle in his eye. 

“I was unsure if you would actually eat them or not, I attempted to make the sandwiches to your liking.” He says, shutting the door behind him before crossing the room to sit on the bed beside Virgil. Virgil smiles at him as he chews his food, putting his phone down to grab the new water, having already finished the old one. 

“Well I mean you made them with my jam plus I’m hungry so…” he takes another bite as Logan opens his laptop and sips his coffee. “So… not to be rude but, what are you doing back here?” Virgil asks, watching Logan sift through his streaming services, seemingly looking for something. Logans hand stops and Virgil curls in on himself slightly, god he was stupid of course when someone was nice and actually taking time to even help him he fucks it up… and of course it was Logan of all people the one person he wasn’t interested in. In the slightest. 

“Well I don’t agree with Patton or Roman, especially with their recent ways of treating you… I don’t quite care whether you’re a dark side or not. We’re technically all the same, figments of Thomas’ consciousness that aid him through life in our own ways. Your usefulness does not change with which side you’re on.” He says, resuming his effort to find Criminal Minds. It might be on Netflix, not Hulu… “Also I quite enjoy spending time with you. Their opposition is not going to change my personal opinion on you Virgil, you matter just as much as the rest of us, and treating you in this manner will consequently make things worse for Thomas. If you’re in a bad headspace, so is he. So shutting you out and making you feel anxious and ignored is only going to make the house worse along with Thomas.” 

“Oh, makes sense.” Virgil’s smile is more like a wince… so this was for Thomas, makes sense… Logan keeps everything in the mind palace in balance basically. Helps keep everything running smoothly, so this was just a special case. Help the upset side so that they could be sane again. Then Logan would leave him to his own devices once more and things would go back to how they were. Virgil wraps his arms around himself, curling into his jacket some. He had finished his sandwich a few moments ago, was it always this cold in his room? He shivers slightly and pulls the covers over himself curling up, his legs coming to his chest as he wraps his arms around his legs. 

“Aha!” Logan exclaims, startling the hell out of Virgil who practically jumps out of his skin at the sudden exclamation. Logan glances sheepishly to Virgil seeing the receding tension in his shoulders from his startle. “Apologies… I couldn’t remember where we could stream Criminal Minds.” He amends with that small apologetic smile. Virgil can feel his heart in his throat for a different reason this time. He blushes slightly and looks away, Logan looking at him like that took him off guard. He was typically unemotional and closed off but for that moment he looked… adorable. No- not adorable ha- never. 

“Oh- yeah I could have helped, I’ve watched it a handful of times on Netflix…” he says with a small smirk, earning an embarrassed huff from Logan. 

“Yes, well, contrary to popular belief, I do not know everything.” Logan counters, clicking through episodes to find one he feels like watching. Virgil chuckles at his defensiveness and annoyance. 

“Uh huh, right, you’re trying to convince me the great Logan doesn’t know what streaming service Criminal Minds is on.” Virgil teases, some of his personality returning to him as he messes with Logan. 

“Well, it seems your confidence in me is misplaced, seeing as ‘the great Logan’ is unable to recall media streaming services because there are too many of them.” He mumbles back, fighting a smile at Virgil’s playfully snarky personality returning. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever specs, so you’re not good with entertainment services, that checks out seeing as your laptop is only ever used for work anyway.” He chuckles as Logan shoots him a glare, there’s no malice in it, in fact he seems a bit amused. 

“I just don’t see why one would use their laptop for television when there are TV’s specifically made to do the job. If I’m not mistaken, Virge, we are using my laptop right now to watch one of your favorite shows, you’d best not insult my laptop in my company.” He responds, playful sparkle in his eye as he glances at Virgil once more before clicking play. Virgil is blushing slightly at both the nickname used and the look he received from Logan. He trains his eyes on the laptop in hopes that the poor lighting of his room will hide the faint blush of his cheeks. 

They are sitting side by side, shoulders barely brushing, Logan has the laptop situated so that it is on either of their thighs balanced in between. Logan glances over at Virgil seeing the subtle blush on his cheeks, perhaps he is uncomfortable with Logan being so close. 

“Are you comfortable? I can move to best-” Logan tries to say, getting interrupted by Virgil a little too fast. 

“No!” he says quickly, the thought of Logan moving stressing him some, he blushes slightly as Logan looks at him with surprised confusion. He hurries to amend his statement, “I- I meant no, you’re fine I’m comfortable… I just um, are you comfortable?” he asks, peeking at Logan through his hair. 

Logan is taken aback by a strange feeling surging through him. He assumes it was brought on by the look he just received from Virgil. His stormy grey eyes peeking through the sweeping shrewd of purple bangs, a slightly vulnerable nervous look in his gaze. Logan’s eyes flicker for a moment, noticing Virgil’s eyeshadow… it almost looks a bit- purple? Hasn’t it always been black…? Did it change colors with his mood…? Logan thought idly as his eyes fluttered unhelpfully to Virgil’s lips before back up to his eyes. Suddenly the room felt rather hot and Logan shifted subconsciously closer to Virgil, his hands absently moving to adjust his tie. 

“Well seeing as you’re comfortable I don’t see any reason why you would still be tense.” He says, habitually adjusting his glasses as he glances back at the laptop. Virgil is floundering, he could have sworn he saw Logan blushing too but there’s no way. Logan doesn’t blush. Ever. So- yeah. God he’s seeing things. Lovely. 

“Ha- Just um, nervous-” Virgil shuts up immediatly, blushing more, oh fuck why did he say that now logan is going to ask-

“Why? There is no current reason to be on edge-“ Logan responds in confusion only for his response to get clipped by Virgil. 

“Just emotions and stuff, it’s been a rough week alright L?” he says, attempting to cover up his blush as it goes down slowly. Logan watches him for a moment seemingly lost in thought, Virgil squirms some under his gaze in confusion. “Lo? Why are you looking at me like-” Virgil stops talking as the warmth of Logan’s hand interlaces with his own. He looks down to see Logan’s hand in his, his eyes flickering back to logans in confusion. 

“Comforting physical stimulation is proven to relieve or mitigate stress.” Logan says, dust of pink on his face as he continues. “Clearly the logical action to take when one is stressed is to relieve said stress. Therefore…” Logans free hand gestures to their hands together between them. 

Virgil has no clue what to say to that so he just nods, blushing a bit more but relaxing some, “Makes sense I guess…” He concedes, squeezing Logan’s hand. Logan smiles some and leans against the back of the bed, bringing his focus back to the laptop. 

It’s an easy silence as the two watch the show, Virgil slowly becomes more comfortable with Logan beside him and Logan can feel Virgil start to relax for the first time in days. The thought that he was able to bring that about causes Logan’s lips to quirk into a soft smile. Somewhere around the third episode the two are significantly closer. They had switched hands at some point to get more comfortable, Virgil’s right with Logan’s right. Virgil’s left hand rests around Logan’s shoulders and Logan is curled flush against Virgil’s side. 

Virgil hesitantly runs his thumb over the back of Logan’s hand before pausing to gauge his response. Logan’s soft smile grows slightly so Virgil takes that as a que to continue. Logan can’t deny the fact that he has never felt this at ease or relaxed in his life. He can feel his typical tense and strict composure slip at Virgil’s cautious touch, his gentle warmth… 

“Thanks.” Virgil says suddenly, Logan’s focus turns to Virgil, turning his head to look at him, Virgil looks calm… happy even. His eye shadow is still a soft purple, a sparkle to the shimmering makeup under his eyes, his gaze trails down to Logan, who finds himself suddenly nervous. It’s random- illogical, he is happy and calm with Virgil and yet… the way those breathtaking grey eyes trained on him… Logan blushes some and his free hand finds his tie again, fidgeting some as he breaks eye contact. 

“For what am I receiving your thanks V-Virgil?” Logan asks, there is a slight stutter in his words and Virgil raises an eyebrow curiously at Logan. He seems nervous and- there that blush is again… Virgil’s eyebrows draw together in concern. Is Logan okay? Logan is never nervous so why…

“Just, you know- checking on me and stuff…” Virgil responds, he keeps his gaze trained on Logan, searching his face he tries to figure out where his sudden nervousness had come from. 

“Oh, you are very welcome, I was merely trying to- ” Logan raises his head to make eye contact with Virgil again, only to stop as he finds Virgil’s face mere inches from his own. “-Help.” His sentence finishes in a strained squeak, blush breaks through his carefully restrained emotions, red running quickly down to his collar as he swallows with difficulty. He can see Virgil’s face flush with color as well, his eyes growing wider as he looks into Logan’s blue ones. Neither of them move, watching eachother with bated breath. Waiting for the other to move away. 

“Logan…?” Virgil whispers, hesitantly breaking the agonizing silence between them. Logan’s gaze flickers to Virgil’s lips as he words his name before finding his eyes again. Logan licks his lips to answer, he doesn’t miss how Virgil’s stare moves at the action before their gazes lock once more. 

“Virgil.” He murmurs in an exhale of breath, his eyes still caught on Virgils. Virgil takes a moment to speak again, his hand trembling anxiously at Logan’s shoulder as he chooses his words. 

“C-can I kiss you?” He asks, the sincerity and hesitancy in the question sends an indescribable warm feeling through Logan’s veins as he leans toward Virgil. 

Logan leans forward, his lips meeting Virgils with a vibrancy similar to how he’s feeling inside at the moment. Virgil kisses back instinctively, pressing emotions into Logan through the catalyst of a kiss. The kiss speaks volumes, a thousand words unsaid, building feelings finally receiving release as he presses to Logan. Logan moves closer as he feels Virgil’s hand shift to cradle the back of his head, his hand slipping up to tangle delicately in Logan’s hair. He hums as Virgil’s other hand relinquishes his, only so it can pull Logan from where he is seated and instead shift him to face Virgil in his lap. The new arrangement is favorable as Logan’s hands wrap around the back of Virgil’s neck, relishing every second until they need to part for air. 

Logan is smiling, his face flushed as his heart beats fervently in his chest, his hair is a bit mussed from Virgil’s hand but he can’t find it in him to care. Virgil is looking at him, dumbstruck and seemingly a bit dazed as he smiles at Logan. 

“Does that adequately answer your question?” Logan asks with a playful smirk as Virgil slowly gets his wits about him. Virgil blushes his eyeshadow flashing fluorescent as he nods, a beautifully happy smile parting his lips. One that Logan hasn’t seen on Virgil in quite some time, Virgil leans forward, kissing Logan softly this time before breaking it again to meet Logan’s eyes. Logan can see nervous hesitancy flicker in those grey eyes and his face softens in concern. 

“Stay…?” Virgil asks softly. A question. A plea. Everyone he has ever cared about at this point has gone and his insecurity screams that Logan will be no different. Logan’s heart breaks as he senses the uncertainty in Virgil. Logan’s hands move to cup Virgil’s face, a soft caring smile gracing his lips as he looks down at Virgil with complete sincerity. 

“Always.” Logan whispers, he watches as Virgil’s worry seems to fall away, Logan leans down, pulling Virgil into another kiss, finalizing his promise. Virgil pulls Logan closer. He doesn’t have to worry about his old friends. Or about how hated he is. Or about dark and light sides. All he can feel is Logan, pressed to his lips, a hand in his hair, seated in his lap. Close and never leaving. Virgil wouldn’t have it any other way…

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Incorrect Quotes Sanders sides X Helluva boss edition

Roman: Hey Remus you wanna help the men skin this thing for dinner?

Remus: Oh I am always down to skin the manly meat with the manly men!

Virgil: Thats what she said

Remus: What who said?

Everyoneelse: …

Remus: Wait what BITCH is talking SHIT about ME??

(Quote from Helluva Boss episode 5: The Harvest Moon Festival)

This is a translation of my story ‘‘Distress’’, from spanish (my native language) to english (my second language in which I’m not very good writing but I promise I’m trying)

The story is part of a series, a San Valentine special of the page “Motin Fanficker”, My Valentine, Good or Evil? and I choose the Evil-Good list

The words were Feelings + Dacryphilia

Summary:  […] the first time had been an accident. […]

Pairing:Anxceit

Word count: 622 words

Can also be found in AO3 (SpanishandEnglish) Fanfiction (Spanishand English)andWattpad (in spanish)

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Distress

Janus gently strokes Virgil’s hair, letting him cry uncontrollably on his shoulder whispering little lies, sweet white lies to comfort him while his whole body vibrates with satisfaction at having him like this in his arms. He closes his eyes sliding his fingers down his neck and his back, slowly climbing to his hair mixing his words with subtle comments that increase the cry of his little Anxiety just when he begins to calm down.

Being honest the first time had been an accident. Janus, then known as Selfishness, after being Preservation, but long before being Deceit, had not intended to make Virgil, called Fear and in the process of being known as Anxiety, cry. Thinking about it carefully,Creativitywas the one who made him cry with his inappropriate comments fueling the fear that he was feeling and provoking in Thomas; although Creativity had been the one to blame, Selfishness had fueled the stress with a seemingly harmless comment and there was only him around to stop the younger side’s rapidly escalating emotions.

“Instinct” he had called him by his old name, stopping his crying in shock, “everything will be fine, Thomas doesn’t hate you.”

Fear had watched him for several seconds, before smiling slightly and hugging him tightly as a new kind of tears ran down his cheeks, sobbing softly in relief and muttering little “thank you” between hiccups. Surprised, Selfishness had patted his head gently trying to decipher what he was feeling at the time. Of course, it was the first time he lied.

Over time the situation had been repeated, even when both became DeceitandAnxiety, even after taking the names Virgil and Janus and their paths separated once Virgil was accepted with the main sides; again and again, he returned to him for comfort, having determined that Janus was the only one he could really trust, making the feeling grow in him, that satisfaction he felt when he saw him cry and knowing he was his only solace.

“Everything will be fine, Virgil” he whispers, leaving little kisses on his forehead as he tangles his fingers in his hair, gently massaging until he relaxes completely against him. Seeing the usually marked dark circles under his eyes diminish considerably, he decides it has been enough for the day, his personal pleasure has been fed enough.

“You trust me, don’t you?” He asks softly, lifting his face to kiss the trail of tears that run down his cheeks, smirking as the dark circles under Virgil’s eyes turn slightly purple.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” Virgil answers softly, smiling slightly back as he slides his fingers along the scales that cover the left side of his face.

“Hm.” Janus lets him do it, stroking his cheeks to remove all traces of his tears, and then leans down, placing his lips on the others gently but hungrily.

Virgil shudders responding to the kiss by pressing his hand against his cheek, settling better against his chest, and letting him take all control, his mind still engulfed in a cloud of relaxation. Janus separates from him by extending his other two pairs of arms and wrapping him completely in a strong hug, like a snake wrapping itself around the body of the youngest.

Anxiety lets out a satisfied sound closing his eyes allowing him to imprison him in his arms, Janus smiles at this closing his eyes. By now, as much as he lies to himself, he knows perfectly well that Virgil is fully aware of what the two of them have, possibly even more aware than he of what they really share.

Of course, that’s not important if Virgil keeps coming back to him, as it should be.