Sorry Sorry I Hate To Tread On Your Amazing Idea, But I Got Inspired And Wanted To Write Something For

Sorry sorry I hate to tread on your amazing idea, but I got inspired and wanted to write something for it! :D

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“Pat?” Virgil’s voice was soft, his eyes wide and confused. Patton could feel himself ripping in two even as he looked at the other side, too ashamed of his past actions to respond. Virgil glanced down to the floor. He bit his lip.

“Patton?” Now Roman spoke, and unlike Virgil, his voice was guarded, his tone sharp. “What did you just say?” The creative side looked down on the man he thought was his friend, and Patton could feel tears prick in the corners of his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered. “I would never mean to hurt you.” Patton wouldn’t make eye contact with either of them, shakily fiddiling with his glasses.

“I don’t understand why you all are are so confused,” Logan said, though even his voice carried a twinge or sadness in it. “He already told us that he was the one to push the others away.” Logan paused, closing his eyes for only a moment before regaining his composure. “Deciet, Remus, and... Virgil.”

Virgil wouldn’t look up from the ground, now chewing nervously on his fingernail.

“Kiddo?” Patton asked desperately, voice cracking with emotion and barely more than a whisper. “I didn’t mean to. You believe me, right? We’re the bestest most dynamicest duo, right?”

Virgil still wouldn’t look at him. When he finally spoke once more, his voice was charged with something akin to wistfulness. “When Thomas was a teenager, I really started to hold some sway over his actions, maybe moreso than any of you. It was a huge responsibility, and I tried to manage it accordingly. At the time, I felt as though I was doing what was best for Thomas, keeping him safe. And everyone hated me for it.” Virgil’s tone had turned sour. “I never understood that part. I was just trying to help, just doing what I was supposed to do. And everyone pushed me away for it. So I pushed back. I was confused as to why anyone would try to silence me, and I grew bitter. I struggled so hard to get out of that endless loop of hatred and loathing.” Virgil let out a humorless laugh. “It’s good to know that the ones who pushed me away are, deep down, no better than me.”

Patton let out a little, choked sounding sob.

Virgil looked up then, making direct eye contact with Patton. “Trying to force my way back to you was the worst decision I’ve ever made.” Virgil bit his lip again, pain clear on his face.

Patton inhaled, his whole body shuttering, the tears in his eyes threatening to overflow. He couldn’t even bring himself to call out for Virgil one last time.

“Virgil, wait-“ Logan tried, and then Virgil was gone. He didn’t sink out, he was just gone. And Patton could feel the hole in his heart growing.

Roman spoke up then. “He’s right, you know.”

Patton whirled around to face the creative side.

“When Thomas was young, no older than five or six, Remus was always there with me. When I was sad, he would comfort me. When he was in trouble, I would cover for him. We were inseparable.” It was Roman’s turn to laugh, though it came out more a mockery of a laugh than anything else. “Well... we were inseparable. Clearly we were quite separable by the time you started to dictate who was or wasn’t good for Thomas.” Roman shook his head. “You’re no better than the monsters you made them out to be. I’m done with this conversation.”

Very slowly, Roman sunk down, clearly repressed tears beginning to fall.

And Patton stood there, torn almost to shreds, tears falling freely down his face. Very slowly, he turned to face Logan, who remained emotionless. “Lo?” He whispered.

“Ah, Patton.” Logan was inspecting a speck of dust on his shirt. “I- I think I should just leave right now. It would be the... ah, logical thing to do.”

Patton nodded, more to himself than Logan, as Logan hastily sank out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Patton collapsed to the ground. Tears dripped from his cheeks to the floor. His shaky breathing seemed to fill the room, a terrifying crescendo of all of his wrongdoings.

And so Patton sat there, and he sobbed.

Please don’t leave me.

I just wanted what was best for Thomas.

More tears hit the floor. Drip, drop. Drip, drop.

just imagine it comes out that Patton (even if unintentional) was responsible for separating the dark and light sides. Like IMAGINE the angst especially with Virgil and Patton’s relationship and then Remus and Roman probably missing so much time together

I just wanna take a vote, how many fanfic authors would actually enjoy someone live blogging their fics?

Awwwwww (I’m sorry I just had to write this but I doubt I did it justice!)

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“The arms.”

“Excuse me?” Deciet looked down the brim of his nose at Roman, expressionless save for the slightly smug smile that seemed to adorn his face at all times.

“I want to see them,” the prince huffed, looking about three seconds away from rolling his eyes. “All of them. Can you show me?”

“I don’t know... can I?” Deciet drawled in return, if only to aggravate the dramatic man in front of him. He was quite cute when he was angry, his face flushed a bright red that complimented his sash so very well...

Roman really did roll his eyes then, before hesitating. He scrunched his eyes closed for a moment before speaking again. “...Please?” The word seemed to pain him, and this only caused Deciet’s smirk to grow.

Very slowly, Deciet raised his arms from his sides, watching the way Roman’s eyes carefully followed his movement. He hesitated for only a moment more. Was he really about to do this?

Romans eyes were bright as he watched, his expression something akin to hopeful. Deciet could feel himself give in, and he had to stifle a sigh. Still slower than before, Deciet’s other arms raised up to meet the light as he forced down his discomfort. “Ta-da,” he said dryly. “I definitely don’t hope they were everything you hoped they would be-“ he trailed off in confusion, voice laced with surprise at this point rather than his usual sarcasm. “What in God’s name are you doing?”

Roman looked up at him from where he knelt on the floor, and simply smirked. Carefully, he reached out, taking one of Deciet’s still gloved hands, and raising it to his mouth. There, he placed a small kiss on the center of the top of Deciet’s hand.

Deciet couldn’t help the small flush that began to cover half of his face. Very subtly, he turned that half of his face from Roman’s, so as not to reveal to the prince the possibility of any emotions he may be feeling at that very moment. In fact, he felt a strange sense of pride at how well he was concealing his fast beating heart and unbridled joy at the affection Roman was giving him.

Roman moved to his right hand, and then the hand above that. And Deciet let him, the same small flush adorning his face all the while. In fact, he stayed still as a rock as Roman kissed all his hands, the only change being that his smile seemingly appeared just a tad more genuine than only moments before.

Roman stood up, a smirk on his face to rival Deciet’s.

Deciet himself cleared his throat. “Well, that was just terrible,” he managed to get out, hiding his hands once more, and refusing to meet Roman’s eye.

He was rewarded with a small giggle, and his heart soared. Curse these emotions... “I’m sure it was,” Roman answered mirthfully. “I’m sure it was.”

cute prompt

Roman asking Deceit to show off all his arms. he then proceeds to give a smooch to every one of Deceit’s hands once he confusedly does so.

Aziraphale has a snake habitat lil setup in his bookshop but it's frequently empty and his customers are frequently 1) confused and 2) worried there's a snake loose in the shop.

Crowley is minding the shop for a moment and a customer asks him where the snake went. Crowley says, "Oh, he likes to get up and walk around sometimes." This helps nothing.

Comments give me LIFE. Sometimes I get inspiration from them too, they really give me even more of an incentive to write than I already have. :D

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This is freaking adorable! I would love to see this. 

Sanders Sides Next Side Theory/Headcanon

The next side to be revealed is Orange. He represents Depression. He’s Virgil’s older twin brother.

He wears a really big pullover hoodie and baggy sweatpants and socks, not even shoes because he doesn’t care.

His dark side face feature thing (since we’ve all noticed at this point that all dark sides introduced have something on their face) is black lipstick and it’s literally the only thing he routinely upkeeps.

He shows up for a second during a video where Virgil has been summoned but didn’t have time to grab his hoodie. Orange hands Virgil his hoodie that he forgot and just leaves without a word.

The first reaction to him is just Virgil sighing loudly and pinching his nose as he puts his hoodie back on. Virgil tells the others “sorry, that’s just my brother, I forgot this and he knows I need it”. The sides all just take a minute to fully accept that quietly before slowly picking back up on the conversation.

Once they pick the conversation back up, Orange is back to bother Virgil again by sitting on the steps behind him with yarn and is just there knitting for the entire discussion.

During the end card he holds up three scarves with the light sides’ logos and color schemes on them and Orange says “hey, guys, I made you scarves too!” all excited and adorable. The light sides accept them and now own scarves gifted to them by a dark side.

Orange is just morally grey, really tired all the time, and doesn’t express emotions well.