Big Bang 2020

Big Bang 2020

Hey guys, how is everyone! I just wanted to let you all know that I am opening requests again! (not sure if I formally closed them lol)

I also participated in the @ts-storytime 2020 event this year. My submission was Soulful Sentences over on a03. If anyone is interested in checking it out, the link is below. But I’m back and ready to start writing again.

Thank you to ts-storytime for allowing me to participate, and I’ll see you in 2021

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26222461/chapters/63820753

Oh my gods this is so adorable! I didn't think LAMP could get any cuter but it did Oh my freaking god I love your art!

Possibly a cute LAMP idea but Patton wears skirts and things a lot cause he thinks they're adorable, and convinces Roman to try. Virgil decides to try it too cause "Hey, it will make Patton super duper happy!" So he puts one on too. Logan is the only one still wearing pants but he is amused by the whole thing, taking photos of them (Since Roman and Patton both asked him to)

thats s o CUTE FUCK-

ok ok what if patton was a giant and he only wore skirts because its easier to make them than trousers and the others wanted to do something cute for him and all of them have a skirt day! patton cried the entire day of happiness for his cute lil bfs

Fic Title: I’ll still be here...

Warnings: Major Character Death!

Roman approached the meadow, a bouquet of roses in his hold along with a single cupcake decorated in purple in one hand. “Happy Valentine’s day Love. I came back as promised. I’m sorry I’m late, the bakery was packed today.”

It’s okay Roman, I’m so glad to see you again. It feels like it’s been forever.

“It was only the other day when I last saw you, but I missed you so much.”

I missed you too Roman. How are Logan and Patton doing? They don’t come by anymore.

“Logan and Patton are alright. They adopted a son you know, his name is Emile and he is a little sweetheart. I think you two would get along well, he is so friendly, just like Patton. And he has a brain that could rival Logan’s, even if Logan refuses to admit it.” Roman leaned against the grey stone sticking up, brushing his hand over the words that were inscribed onto it. In loving memory of Virgil Prince. Beloved Son, brother and Husband. 20xx-2019.

Roman sniffled, leaning against the stone. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I wasn’t home that day. I know I say it a lot and you’re probably sick of hearing it, but I’m so sorry. If only I stayed home with you that day, I should of listened when you said you had a bad feeling. I’m so sorry,” he choked out, tears filling his eyes and running down his cheeks.

Roman please, it isn’t your fault. I don’t blame you for any of it.

“It’s all my fault, no matter what you’re saying right now. I just.....fuck, I promised myself I wouldn’t cry,” he mumbled, looking down. “Fuck I just....I just want to see you again. To come home to see you in the kitchen, baking your famous lasagna again. I......wish I could of changed everything. I just fucking wish.....why? Why does the world hate me?” Roman sniffled, curling up against the tombstone.

I wish I could be there too....I wish I could still be by your side. I love you so much Roman, so much. Don’t worry, I’ll be here, only for you. I’ll be waiting for you, my sweet prince.

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I need to stop asking questions. (Deceit, Virgil, & Remus)

In the darker side of the mindscape, it was quiet. Too quiet. Even with the other two dark sides being about as tall as his thumb, it was still eerily silent. He slowly stood up from the couch, walking around with his eyes on the ground. Where are they? Why is it so damn quiet, it’s never this quiet. At that moment, there was a loud crash coming from the kitchen and Dee ran in, groaning at what he saw. “Of course you two did this.”

Sitting on the counter was Virgil and Remus, covered in cookie crumbs from the cookies Dee had baked the other day. The cookie jar was in ruins on the floor along with random cookie crumbs and chocolate chips. They look up at him, Remus grinning brightly and Virgil looking like a deer in headlights.

“What on Earth did you two do!?” Dee asked, summoning a broom and dustpan, bending down onto the floor to sweep up the glass shards and cookie crumbs.

“We got cookies!” Remus chirped, shoving a massive chocolate chip in his face.

“Sorry Dee. We….kinda made a mess,” Virgil mumbled, ducking his head as he slowly ate a smaller crumb. “Don’t be mad.”

“I….I’m not mad,” he informed after a moment, waving away the mess. “But I want to know why you did this. You could of just asked me for help, you know that, right?”

“We wanted to do it ourselves!” Remus piped up, getting chocolate all over his face. 

Dee groaned, reaching out and plucking both of them up, cleaning up the counters. “ I need to stop asking questions. Come on, you both need a bath.”

“No way!” Remus whined, squirming and trying to get away, while Virgil sat calmly in Dee’s hand.

“Remus, calm down now,” Dee ordered, pushing the dark creativity down. “Just accept the bath and I’ll make more cookies afterwards, deal?”

Remus took a moment, a long, long moment, before grinning. “Deal! But they better be extra extra extra good!”

Dee chuckled, ruffling his hair. “Of course Remus, I’ll make them extra good for you.”

“No! They have to be extra extra extra good! Come on, super duper good!”

“Fine, they will be extra extra extra good, I promise.”

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