Cried Whisper :Oh My God, Virgil

cried whisper :Oh my God, Virgil

Five times Virgil sat on a surface not meant for sitting (and one time he didn’t) pt 3/6

Rating: teen

Word count: 473

Warnings: none

Pairings: none

3. Roman

Roman pushes the bathroom door open carefully, fully aware that his brother has a habit of lurking in there.

Nothing.

Perfect.

Roman enters the bathroom fully. Confident that he’s alone, he pulls out all his makeup. He’s going to make the most intricate, but still stylish design he can, after all, a prince has got to slay.

He’s in the middle of contouring when he thinks he hears something. He turns to survey the room, but it’s still empty.

Shrugging to himself, he turns back to the mirror and continues working on his makeup. It must have just been his imagination.

A while later, Roman is trying to get his lipstick just right. Another noise. He dismisses it without checking.

Just a little bit more-

“Does it always take you this long?”

Roman screams.

Seconds later, the bathroom door is broken down by Remus wielding his morning star threateningly. “What is it? What happened?”

What he finds is Roman perched on the sink like he’s trying to get away from a spider, red lipstick smeared over his mouth and across his face; and Virgil sitting in the bathtub, fully dressed, drinking Gatorade out of a wine glass and looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and boredom.

“Wanna know how I got these scars?” Remus growls, fighting to keep a grin off his face, lowering his morning star

“What?” Roman turns to survey himself in the mirror, screeching again at his ruined makeup. “Shut up!” He snaps, throwing his lipstick tube at his brother before turning on Virgil. “What in the name of all that is Disney are you doing in the bathtub!?”

Virgil shrugs, sipping the Gatorade. “Me-time.”

“In the bathtub!?” Virgil shrugs again. “Were you there the whole time?”

“Yeah. You always take two hours to do your makeup?”

Roman gasps, offended. Virgil smirks.

“This is no fun,” Remus complains, eating the lipstick like a Push Pop. “I thought someone was being murdered.”

Roman glares at him.

“Why didn’t you say anything when I came in?” He demands, ignoring his brother.

Virgil shrugs, “I was asleep, and when I woke up I figured you’d be done soon, but you take forever.”

“You slept with a wine glass in your hand?”

“I have many talents,” Virgil smirks. “Now can you both please go away, I’m still having my me-time.”

Roman grumbles under his breath, but he leaves the bathroom anyway, dragging Remus along with him. Technically, he could fix the door, but he’s feeling particularly petty at the moment, so Virgil’s just going to have to deal with the inherent lack of privacy that comes with having Remus smash the door open.

And, well, if Roman forgets about his ruined makeup and continues his day like normal, Remus certainly isn’t going to remind him. That would be no fun at all.

~~~END~~~

[Janus], [Logan], •, [Remus], [Patton], [Thomas]

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A CHILD! 💛

may I share these older doodles of baby janus for a fanfiction I refuse to admit I sorta abandoned?

Great work ❤️it feels so in character, also love the idea of the story, how Virgil is like carrying but feeling guilty about the whole thing is just so good!

Fear’s Perspective

Virgil was an observer. And he had observed a lot more than the others thought.

Especially Creativity.

He had seen a lot of Creativity.

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Virgil remembered.

The others tended to forget that he had seen what they did, tended to think that he had been too young to remember who the first Creativity was, too young to comprehend what had happened that day.

But Virgil had not been too young. He knew Creativity. Pinky. That’s how he called him and Pinky had called him Purple. He had liked it. Just like the stories he told him, even when they sometimes were so scary that he started crying, after which Deceit always came to scold Pinky for making him cry.

It had never been Pinky’s fault. Virgil wanted the stories to be scary. He wanted to be scared by something he knew was made up. It somehow made him happy and Pinky was the best at telling them. The best to come up with fun ideas. That was why he and Logan were inseparable, besides the fact that they came into existence at the same time. Which was something Patton and Janus always seemed to forget or ignore.

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Watching the world go by

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Haha yes sorry for not posting for a bit. Been working on big projects, but have this Virgil. :)

I love his accessoires and his clothes and his OMG HE GOT FRECKLES 💜

Im gonna be honest, I actually drew the prosthetic arm beneath his sleeve because I hadn't decided if he would be wearing a hoodie or not yet, so that took a long time for no reason

Also I'm in love with the bird friend BC I named him oppy after the opportunity rover, and he's just cute tbh

Honestly Virgil is so relevent I can't-

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In response to @redart205​ ‘s crush ask,

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