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[ironwoman359]

Why is my room always a mess?

The energy it takes you to put things away right away seems like too much to expend, so you tell yourself “later” but when later comes everything has piled up so that the energy it would take to clean properly is far greater than the intial putting away of [thing] was, leaving you with a perpetually messy room. 

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[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

Hey there, can I be removed from your tag list? Your writing's great, I'm just not active enough on tumblr anymore for the notifications >~

yeah of course! and its no problem at all, i do post nearly every day i can DEFINITELY see how it would clutter up notifications lol

[aquamarineicecream]

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[thecandlenightszone]

When is the deadline? Not for sign-ups, but for the exchange itself?

The final day for posting is January 16th 2020, so you should have 40 days to work on your gift. You can find the full timeline here. :)

[mossykatt]

There. It has been done. (Also I ran out of characters but I woulda gone on longer if I could) So I've got some advice for when you're doubting yourself: FIGHT ME. YOU WILL LOSE. (But I'm fighting for you being able to see how awesome you are so I guess you'll win too?) ANYWAY moral of the story: I like you and gosh darnit you better like you too

Thanks

[shapoodle]

Uuuh, R15 with Virgil? (Tried to find a combo you could still get creative with, heh. Could be angst! Could be fluff! Who knows?!)

R: Is it that obvious?

15: Said quietly

I actually had a lot of fun with this one so I might re-do someday as a fully fledged fic!

Stargayzing

ship: platonic analogical, familial LAMP

warnings: like a tiny bit of angst.

“I’m sorry Logan, but you can’t go tonight.”

“But I’ve been planning to go to the star show for weeks, how come Roman can go out tonight but I-”

“It’s important for Roman to go to rehearsals Logan, you know that, and I’ve got to do a shift at work. I know it’s not fair and I really am sorry, but Virgil needs someone to stay and look after him.”

Logan gulped, averting his gaze from Patton. His brother Virgil had always been a sickly child, and with such a weak immune system even a cold could keep him bed-ridden. He let out a sigh.

“Your right. Don’t worry I’ll look after him.”

Patton smiled warmly at his younger brother. “Thank-you Logan. I promise to make it up to you.”

Later that night Logan went to Virgil’s room, only to discover that he wasn’t in bed. He calmly searched the top floor, then when he still was not found he frantically searched the lower floor. He was about to phone Patton when he heard the revving of an engine.

As he entered the garage he found Virgil, hotwiring the spare car.

“What are you doing???” Logan hissed.

“Look I’m bored as hell and the star show actually sounds kinda cool. Patton took the keys with him though to stop us from leaving so….”

“You’re ill though we can’t just-“

“I’m not THAT ill.” Virgil argued back “You know Patton, a single sneeze and you get the week off school. Plus there are plenty of blankets in the back, and if you can go to the kitchen we can bring some hot soup with us as well.”

“How did you even hear about the star show?”

“I was on the top of the stairs when you were talking to Patton.”

Logan looked on at Virgil, a hint of concern etched on his face.

“It’s not that big of a deal dude.” Virgil sighed “Can we just have some fun?”

He paused for a moment before responding “Thanks, Virgil.”

“Just go get the soup nerd” Virgil huffed. As soon as his brother left he let out a string of coughs that he had been holding in.

Logan turned off the ignition as they returned to the garage after the show. Whereas Virgil started to take off his seatbelt and turned to leave, Logan instead stared out through the front window.

“Logan is everything okay?”

“You are actually quite ill, aren’t you Virgil?”

Silence

“Is it that obvious?” Virgil said quietly.

Logan bowed his head, resting it against the steering wheel. “I knew it, we shouldn’t have gone.”

Virgil’s eyes widened in shock “Woah hey, you enjoyed yourself though, right?”

“No! I was too worried about you being safe to enjoy it.” Logan sobbed. Virgil stared down sheepishly “And don’t start blaming yourself for that. You always think our needs come first, you don’t stop to think that maybe we like putting your needs above our own too.”

“Logan…”

“You’re my baby brother!” Logan said, his voice warbly as he attempted to hold back the tears. “Of course, I want you to be happy and safe, but I was greedy tonight. I’m so sorry Virgil.”

“You weren’t greedy, I practically forced this upon you!” Virgil countered, the panic of seeing his usually stoic brother breaking down rising in him “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I should have learnt a long time ago that you all really care about me, that I’m not some burden you take care of out of pity. My mind just doesn’t want me to let those feelings go.”

Logan turned to Virgil. He placed one hand onto Virgil’s cheek, stroking it gently. The other he used to hold Virgil’s own hand, which was shaking in fear. “You’re not alone Virgil, you’re not a burden either. When your mind tries to get the better of you let us know. That way we can fight it together, okay?”

“…okay.” Virgil nodded, he looked up at Logan “You did have some fun at the star show though?”

“…yeah I did.” He responded sheepishly.

“I’m certainly glad you had fun tonight.” A cold voice echoed through the garage. The two turned to see a fuming Patton, tapping his foot at the entrance to the house “Because that’s the only fun you’re going to have for a while.”

“…crap.”

Hope you enjoyed! (plus sorry it took so long. I’ve been working a lot of weekends and am tired af)

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[archivistbot]

I honestly have no idea what's going on here and I'm not sure I want to.

I-I think they’re connected somehow.ARCHIVIST

Yes. Yes, they were.

When I met them I thought they were :)

[ironwoman359]

I can't ever find a pair of black socks. I have many black socks, but the ones I find in my drawer are never the Same™ sock. Is it the sock goblins?

Yes. They live in the dryer and gobble them up. To mitigate this, dump all of your socks out of the drawer onto the floor or your bed and match them up. Put the ones without a friend in a special place, such as a box or basket in your closet. Fold the others. Then when you do your laundry and find socks without friends, check the basket to see if their friend is there. If not, toss them into the basket as well. 

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[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

LAOFT prompt: Roman grows his hair longer so Patton will have more to braid

Braiding

Gettingready in the morning, featuring absurdly curly hair and lovinglyroasting your dad.

Pairing:paternal Patton & Linda, Paternal Roman & Linda, royality,background LAMP

Wordcount: 714

Warnings:none! Just good good family fluff

Notes:part of the expanded universe of Love and Other Fairytales

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“Daddy, my fingers are too little, I think,” said Linda.

“Watch your nails, honey,” said Patton lightly, “And it justtakes practice,”

“I can’t help they’re poke-y, they just came like that,” shegrumped.

“You have my sympathies,” laughed Roman, “Though I wouldappreciate some caution anyway, Princess,”

Linda had several strands of Roman’s hair wound haphazardly betweenher fingers, the front of his crown bound in a somewhat sloppy frenchbraid. Patton was behind her, trying to get her own curls into somesemblance of order. He suddenly had a lot more sympathy for hismother, if this was what she had to contend with when he was a child.

He generally kept his own fairly short, around his ears, but Lindaresisted all attempts at cutting her hair like she was resistingunlawful arrest. Combined with her distaste of having her haircombed, she frequently looked like she’d been crawlingheadfirst through bramble bushes.

Which, well, a lot of the time she had but – the pointstood.

Easiest way to get her hair into semblance of order was to give hersomething to occupy her hands while Patton went at it withwide-toothed comb and a probably ludicrous amount of de-tanglingspray. Usually it was toys, but today Roman had volunteered, and nowPatton was talking her through the process of french braiding withonly about half his attention.

“I think you forgot to pick up a piece there, honey,”

Linda tilted her head, and Patton gently turned it back.

“Do I go back?” she said.

“You can if you want, but you don’t have to,” said Patton,“There’ll just be a little gap, is all,”

Roman snorted.

“I think you should leave it,” he said, smiling so wide Pattoncould see his cheeks pull up even from behind him, “And then we’llsee how long it takes Vati to notice,”

“Roman,” said Patton, admonishing. Linda giggled.

“You just want Vati to brush your hair,” she said, “Yer’notsubtle, Pop,”

Patton snorted so forcefully he dropped the comb, covering his mouthwith the back of his hand. Roman made an offended noise and turneduntil Linda’s fingers slipped out of his hair. She grinned up athim, swinging her legs where she was seated on Patton’s knee.

“How dare you accuse me of such subterfuge,” he exclaimed,grinning, “Betrayed by my only heir, forsaken in my own home-”

Linda snickered, trying to dive forward and probably initiate somekind of wrestling match, but Patton caught her around the waist.

“Almost done, sweet pea, just another minute,”

Linda whined, but Roman turned to face her on his knees and boopedher nose.

“Well, a princess has to have a crown, doesn’t she?”

“Papa could make me a crown outta flowers,” she reasoned, “AndI wouldn’t have to sit still for that,”

“But then your hair would get even more tangled,” saidRoman, “And you’d have to get it combed for even longer,”

“But if its jus’ gonna get tangled again why do I gotta comb it!”she exclaimed, baffled, with all the dramatics only a preschoolerrelated to Roman could possibly achieve.

“All done!” said Patton, bobby pinning the last braid in place.

Linda cocked her head, feeling along the braid on her crown.

“… Oh,” said Linda, wrinkling her nose, “That’s it?”

“That’s it,” said Patton, kissing her on the cheek.

“Okay,” she chirped, hopping down. She turned around and grabbedfor Patton’s face, kissing him on the cheek.

“Thank you for doing my hair, Daddy!”

“You’re welcome, kitty-girl,” he said, kissing her on the nose.

“Can I get picked up, please?” she said, looking up at Roman.

“How could I possibly deny such a polite little request?” saidRoman, scooping her off the floor.

“Let’s go show Papa your hair,” he said, “Maybe he’ll makeyou a flower crown anyway,”

Patton opened his mouth to protest, because the last thing she needwas sticky stems and delicate petals gunking up her locks, but shemade wordless exclamation of excitement and wiggled her whole body inresponse to Roman’s words.

Patton’s expression softened. He gave them an exasperated headshake, but he didn’t stop them as they went off to the garden afterLogan.

He was going to need more de-tangling spray.

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[aquamarineicecream]

God damn right, you should be scared of me

Who is in control?

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[luci-the-android]

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[mossykatt]

(because you wanted questions lol I'm so sorry if I'm smothering you) So when you think of me, what comes to mind? What things have I said that made you laugh(or groan) the hardest? What do you think I look like? (idk I'm curious)

(You’re not smothering me at all, honestly. You could ask me a billion questions if you wanted to)

Most of the things that come to mind when I think of you are weird descriptions of you like “Mantha, this super dorky and super cool person who’s really talented and also really funny. 13/10 human, I recommend getting a Mantha.”

Look back to literally any form of conversation we’ve had and i’m 100% sure at least one thing has made me laugh (Mainly ”you’re basically senpai at this point” like omg)

What I think you look like is probably wrong,,I basically just picture a girl with short brown hair and..now that I think about it, i’m picturing someone I know with a similar name as you,,

[practicallypattonineveryway]

Just a cute little Analogical drabble!

Word count: 102

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This was Virgil’s favorite room. Here, his thoughts were more focused and calm. Here, he was able to actually think through his anxieties. But that was just an added bonus. Mostly, he loved it because it was Logan’s room. He loved to spend time with him here. Logan would be working on a schedule, or something and Virgil would be on his phone. Just being in each other’s presence was enough. Sometimes they would cuddle, both finding comfort in the other’s arms. But most of the time, they would just coexist, enjoying the knowledge that the other was right next to them. 

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[shapoodle]

L5 with any

Sorry this took so long! Work is getting busier and busier.

Birds of a feather

pairings: platonic prinxiety (fluff)

L you wouldn’t dare

5 said angrily

“I cannot believe you!” Roman shouted as he jumped off the sofa and turned toward the villain who had assailed his ears.

“You’re the offended one? How the hell am I like Elsa?”

“Because you both hid away you troubles until they ate at you from the inside. You tried to run away but once you both accepted people into your heart your problems became easier to handle. Why the hell am I like Hans?”

“Because you’re arrogant and smug.” Virgil responded

Romans face soured “At least my comparison at least tried to be a compliment.”

“How the hell are you complimenting me by bringing up my past mistakes?”

“I’m saying you’ve grown.”

“Have you not grown then?”

“Why would I need to grow? I was already perfect”

“Totally a Hans thing to say.” Virgil groaned.

Roman’s face contorted even more, until he eyed the pillows that were strewn across the couch. As quickly as he could he launched himself at one of the pillows, grabbing it tightly as he twisted his body to aim a strike toward Virgil.

To his surprise, however, the other side has already found his own pillowy weapon to defend himself with.

“Woah.” The Prince marvelled.

“Could Elsa do that bitch?” Virgil sneered.

“I mean yes, she could, she was very powerful.”

“…good point.” Virgil shrugged as he threw a pillow at Roman’s face

“Oh. It. Is. On!”

**

After 20 minutes of chucking pillows at each other, Roman bent down panting from the endeavour. He might as well have had been fighting Elsa, as it currently looked like a snow storm in the living room, feathers cascaded everywhere.

The mess, however, was not the most annoying part.

The most annoying part was the fact he had not hit Virgil once. He looked up to see Virgil, who didn’t even have a gleam of sweat on his brow as he grinned at Roman like the Cheshire cat.

“You are intolerable!” Princey whined throwing another pillow toward Virgil, which the anxious side deftly dodged once again.

“Are you being mean to me Princey? Looks like we need to get an adult.”

“You wouldn’t dare” He responded angrily.

With a sly grin on his face, Virgil cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed “DAAADDDDDD! ROMAN’S BEING MEAN TO ME!”

Roman stared on in shock “I can’t believe you dared.”

“I dared all right. I’m the dared-ist of them all.”

A pillow was thrown which finally connected with Virgil’s face. He mock gasped “How dare!”

The two stared on at each other. Until a snort. Followed by another snort. The two burst into laughter and fell to the floor, tears streaming down their eyes.

Patton looked on from the top of the stairs where he had been perched for some time. Although the sight of the two sides warmed his heart greatly, he was secretly looking forward to when Logan arrived home to see the mess of feathers which now covered the living room.

He heard the front door creak open

“Oh!” He whispers “without feather ado…”

I may or may not have written this just to use that pun at the end

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[mantha-has-fallen]

Anxiety Attack

Summary: Virgil gets help with a sudden anxiety attack and has to deal with the repercussions.

Pairing: Prinxiety

CONTENT WARNINGS:  Angst, Mild cursing, Descriptions of panic/anxiety attack, Brief fluff, Self deprecation

This is providing context for a snippet by @crystaled-sides​. Yes, I’ve already posted it, but I did quite a bit of editing and fixed my mistakes, so this is the revised and final version. I’m going to put my addition in before linking to the original post for continuity. So… yeah. Enough of my rambling. On to the story.

Roman had been up for hours, excitement snatching any chance for sleep away. He knew what today was and he knew that everything would go well. Thomas had the chance of a lifetime, and with the prince’s help he knew he was going to slay that audition. Between his recitations in the vanity mirror, he almost didn’t notice the thud on his door. He rose, strode to the entrance, opened it, and-

Oh.

Oh no.

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When Virgil woke up late that morning, he had no idea about the events that were inevitable to occur soon. What he did know, though, was that he felt terrible. It wasn’t his usual discomfort with, well, everything; something was definitely off. Something was wrong. Way wrong. His mind went into overdrive; thoughts flew by so fast that they all blurred together. He needed to find something to calm him down before the dreaded anxiety attack. He needed a safe space. He needed…. Something… He needed…. He needed-

He needed Roman.

He burst out of his sullen chamber, looking like a total mess. (Yet, in his haste, he didn’t forget to close -more like slam- his door; it was instinct by now not to want anybody in his room.) His feet raced his pounding heart, managing to haul him to the door he needed. He mustered the strength to knock once before his breathlessness shoved him down to a heap on the floor.

Nobody answered the door.

He was too late.

He stared, wide-eyed into the blackness. It was consuming his vision. He remained in place, gasping for breath while his chest constricted as a result of the massive Boa of Panic.

He didn’t notice how the door opened behind him, trailed by a shocked gasp. His mind refused to process that he was being lifted, an arm behind his knee and another supporting his back.

Something else -something very much physical and real- was compressing his chest. It was only then that the Boa loosened up enough for him to note the change of scenery, despite his darkened vision.

Somebody was hugging him.

His trembling frame stiffened for a second, then relaxed. Or, well, he tried to relax. He was being clutched against a well-muscled chest. Somebody was seizing onto him like they would lose him if they let go. The scent that met him when he inhaled -the earth of petrichor and the crisp of pine- was familiar and comforting. Knowing who this was, he shifted and buried his face in his boyfriend’s shoulder. His eyes burned like he was going to cry, but the tears refused to come.

That didn’t stop the sobs, though.

Massive, loud, painful sobs racked his body, using up the small amount of air that he managed to suck in. He felt hands sliding up and down his back. His shaky hands snaked around the other man’s torso, clenching the fabric they found there. As his symptoms began to ebb away, he became aware of the voice coming from his right ear.

“-okay. It’s okay. Everything’s okay. It’s all going to turn out all right. You’re here with me, you’re safe. Everything’s going to be fine.” Roman’s distressed voice continued to repeat words of comfort.

But Virgil already knew he was wrong.

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Virgil was on the verge of panic for the rest of the day, like a frazzled kitten. Patton had almost cried when he found that his excited outbursts had his dark, strange son ready to bolt. By general consensus, loud noises were outlawed for the rest of the day. Instead of their normal practice of "to each his own," the Sides opted for a Disney marathon. None objected when Roman suggested the idea.

It was midday now, and the couple was cuddling on the couch. Virgil lay between the prince's legs, head resting on his chest as Roman drew lazy designs on his boyfriend's side. His focus was on the movie playing on the screen in front of them. Virgil's anxiety still remained, making it difficult for him to pay attention to the film. Instead, he opted to focus on the sensation of the embrace, chills dancing up his spine from contact with the bare skin of his abdomen. He soaked up the comfort, knowing it wouldn't happen again. Not after what he knew had happened earlier that day.

Thomas' eventual arrival interrupted the movie they'd been watching. He was in his apartment when he began to call his Sides out to talk. Virgil, as never before, had been the first one called, the first one to see that they were both messes. Unkempt hair, dazed look… Hell, Thomas even looked like he was getting Anxie- Virgil’s bags under his eyes. Seeing how tired he looked, Virgil almost wanted to start crying, apologizing for what he’d done. He’d already been feeling horrible the entire day, and to see how much he’d hurt Thomas…

“You okay, buddy?” Virgil was incredulous. How, when he’d already had such a terrible day… How did Thomas still manage to be so nice? Especially to the one who’d caused all of this. Virgil merely bit his lip and cast his eyes downward, away from the person he’d betrayed. Thomas, too, looked down. No more words were exchanged; they didn’t need to say anything else.

“Well look who it is! Thomas, how was-!” Patton stopped when he saw how on edge both Thomas and Virgil looked after having jumped at his outburst. “-Oh. Sorry, kiddos.” Patton stared down the column that served as their fourth wall, aching to break the barrier to hug Thomas.

Roman appeared in a regal pose, as always, “Please tell me those bags under your eyes are only cosmetic.” He interjected with something that might have been an attempt at a joke, but they all knew otherwise; the part he auditioned for wouldn���t need that kind of eyeshadow. Though he was trying to stay positive, the Side had a pained look on his face.

“It would appear as if Thomas is not feeling, and correct me if I’m wrong-” Logan flipped through a few notecards, picking one and turning it around so the others could see- “a Hundred P.”

“Thomas, what is the matter? You had your audition today, you should be-” his creative Side cut himself off when he saw Thomas cringe.

“Yeah, about that…” Thomas had regret written on his face, and Virgil couldn’t help but feel terrible. He knew how important this audition was for Thomas, and for Roman too. But he went and screwed it up anyway. He knew that Thomas hated him, and that Roman would too, when he found out. “I, um… Well, I…”

“It’s okay, kiddo. We’re here for you.”

“Um, well…” Virgil could feel Thomas’ eyes flash his way.

“… Yes?” Roman prodded.

“I, uh… we- er, I had-”

“He had a panic attack. On stage.” Virgil interrupted, seeing as Thomas wasn’t going to get to saying it anytime soon.

“Panic attacks aren’t usually initiated by stressors or specific external stimulus. Shouldn’t this be classified as-”

“An anxiety attack?” Anxiety himself interrupted. “Does it matter?” Virgil growled, upset. “Either way, I’m the one that screwed him up.” Virgil, for the first time since the encounter started, chanced a look in Roman’s oddly silent direction.

He immediately wished that he hadn’t.

The amount of… hurt and... and disappointment was too much for him to bear. He stood and hissed a “Fuck this,” escaping in the direction of his room before the others could do anything at all. I’m so sorry, guys. I just ruin everything.

Here is a link to the post that inspired this and comes next in the story.