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Bat Boys and Archeron Sisters - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Artist: @/shauna_the_author

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IM😂

anyway its 2am and i have brain rot oops

I straight up couldnt go to sleep till i drew this im such loceit trashhhh

have some super messy tss sketchesssss

text for the comic bc i have bad handwriting (inspired by that one tumblr post i dont know the source of oops)

J: ?

J: What r u looking at?

L: Them

J: What abt them?

L: how r they so dense?

L: Normally i dont pay attention to this sort of thing but honestly just watching them dance circles around each other is growing tiresome

L: Honestly, such a level of density frustrates even me. Don’t you agree?

J: *wearing a “PLEASE DATE ME LOGAN” shirt* Frustrating doesn’t even BEGIN TO DESCRIBE IT

L: Glad we can agree

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Just the Two of Us

Based off of a prompt I made a bit ago, song is Just the Two of Us by Bill Withers, Ao3

Summary:  At the party celebrating the end of the summer season for the Woodminster Amphitheater, Roman has a bit too much to drink. Virgil is his designated driver.

Notes:  Just a little Prinxiety fluff I needed to write, for comfort reasons.

Warning(s): Alcohol mention, intoxication

Word Count:  2516

Roman rarely ever had alcohol. It isn’t very healthy for you, after all. However he was celebrating with his fellow cast mates after the closing night of their show. The party had been exquisite. The band they had hired for the event played music he could dance to all night long. 

Virgil, their lead tech, had been one of the party goers dubbed Designated Driver. Roman was going to miss him now that the summer season was over. He had grown fonder of his fickle friend since their first summer season together at the Woodminster Amphitheater. The two did butt heads frequently the first summer. However after that they had been able to work together better than the other people in the production. 

Roman had a few too many shots as he made his way around the large space they had rented. He felt himself loosen up more than he had for a long time. Laughter kept escaping from his chest without warning. Everything had a sunny aura. People snickered at the usually well-put-together male lead. He didn’t even hear them over his own giddiness. 

He eventually found Virgil standing against the wall near the dance floor with a Shirley Temple in hand. Something about the lighting made the man seem more beautiful than Roman had ever seen. His black hair was pushed back for once, instead of covering his eyes like usual. He looked so observant. He was vigilant, like a guardian angel. Virgil was in that moment more beautiful than all the angels, light or dark, that Roman could ever think of. 

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I really want a villain who is a “MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!” person facing a hero who is a “one black coffee” person.

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Ex emo kid grows up and becomes a piano teacher , UNMUTE

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Anxiety, kiddo, could you lighten up a little?

Part two of this little sides comic that got too long.

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Why are John Mulaney and Anna so cute?

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FUCKIN. CUTE.

Chasing the Captain

Here’s a piece set in the mer au au (or reverse mer au) made by the talented @voidsides. Roman is a merman prince who has fallen desperately in love with pirate captain Virgil, who he follows around constantly trying to woo his grumpy human crush. 

Read more of my work at @hiddendreamerwriting!

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Captain Virgil stood aboard his ship, gazing out at the waves as the vessel continued to cross the sea. Such a vast, unforgiving landscape, the ocean- Virgil could stare into its depths for ages, knowing that a single storm could bring him plummeting into its unforgiving murky secrets. It gave him a strange sort of chill, bringing his life up to the edge and spitting in destiny’s face instead, riding along the waves like a tamed wild steed. Sometimes it felt as though he could speak to the sea itself, whispering for him to jump in and the horrible consequences that would befall him below…

And sometimes, the sea did more than whisper.

“Cap’n, it’s back.” A crew member jutted his thumb towards the hull of the ship. Virgil groaned, already hearing that melodious voice as he approached.

“Oh Captain my captain, your ship may be steady in her course but I am more so!” 

Virgil huffed, rolling his eyes as he stepped up to peer over the rail. There, following the ship diligently was that same dreaded mer folk. Ruby red scales sparkling in the setting sun, the creature looked almost out of breath but was attempting to hide this with a dazzling smile.

“I thought we lost you in the storm.” Virgil drawled, sounding almost disappointed. It had been a blessed few days of silence. 

“Captain, a pleasure it is to see you as well!” The mer lit up at the sight of Virgil, completely ignoring the captain’s statement. “Don’t you look ravishing this fine evening, care for a dip?”

Virgil flipped him off.

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My heart is SINNNINNNGGGGGGGG

Maybe 48-49 with Patton and Toddler!Virgil? (Or however you wanna spin it? Much love. 💛

This went a little older than toddler and probably a bit angstier than you may have wanted but I hope you still enjoy it? Definitely ends in fluff. 

CW: Allusions to past abuse

Prompt: Bedtime kisses

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It didn’t start out as kisses.

When Virgil first came to live with Patton, he was a world-weary five-year-old with haunted eyes and a cautious demeanor who immediately broke Patton’s heart.

“It may take some time,” the social worker told him, while Virgil hid behind her leg and stared at Patton anxiously. “He’s been through a lot.”

And it did take time. For the first few weeks, Virgil mostly hid in his room, rarely venturing out other than to use the restroom and come down for dinner when called. He would stuff peas and potatoes and dinner rolls in his pockets and take them back to his room, and for the first few weeks, Patton found himself cleaning old moldy food out of every conceivable nook and cranny.

But he didn’t yell, or tell Virgil to stop. Instead, he started stocking the cabinets and pantry with pre-packaged foods like granola bars, pop tarts, and gummy bears, and made sure Virgil knew he could take as many as he liked whenever he wanted.

If he really thought about it, it probably started with those snacks.

“Virgil,” he said that evening after dinner, as Virgil had started to totter off with a pocket full of garlic bread.

Virgil turned back, wary and startled as a baby rabbit, and Patton had done his very best to stay casual and he’d said, “I bought some new snacks. May I show you?”

Virgil hadn’t responded (he didn’t much in those early days) but he’d approached the cupboard with Patton. Patton had been careful to store the items on the lower shelves, where Virgil could reach. “These are snacks for everyone,” he said. “Whenever you’re hungry, even if it’s not meal time, you can come get some, okay?”

Virgil had indicated he understood, but didn’t reach for any of the items, so Patton had done so for him that first time. “Here,” he said, pulling out a package of veggie chips. “Trade you for that garlic bread?”

Virgil looked abashed, but slowly reached into his pocket, pulling the crumbling pieces of bread from their stashes and handing them wordlessly to Patton. Then he accepted the veggie chips and scampered away. Patton heard his feet thudding on the stairs, then the sound of his door closing, and sighed.

Baby steps.

It became a tradition. At bedtime, Patton would go to the cupboard and open it, perusing the selection of pre-packaged treats. And Virgil would appear at his elbow, waiting to be handed a treat of Patton’s choosing. (He’d tried at first to see if Virgil had a favorite, one he wanted to pick for himself, but Virgil had refused to choose, so Patton had continued to do so for him, trying to select a wide variety so Virgil had something he liked).

The next step in their journey came when Patton told a joke about Oreos, and Virgil had giggled. Patton’s heart had stuttered to a near stop, because that was the first time he’d ever seen the child smile, let alone laugh, and Virgil’s eyes had gotten wide and fearful, waiting to see what the result of his transgression would be.

But Patton had simply laughed too, and said, “I know, I’m pretty funny, huh? I’m working on my stand-up routine. Maybe you can help me out?”

So then the tradition was a snack and a joke. Patton spent the day scouring the internet for age-appropriate ones, everything from knock-knocks to puns (Virgil seemed to like those, and it still amazed Patton how smart he was).

“So Virgil,” Patton said, holding up a bag of gushers. “Why doesn’t the lobster like to share?” Then, as he handed the snack to the waiting child: “Because he’s a little shellfish!”

“Hey Virgil,” Patton waved a bag of fritos in the air. “What did the ocean say to the beach? Nothing! It just waved!”

The first time he tried a knock-knock joke, he was afraid Virgil wouldn’t answer, so when Virgil’s timid voice replied, “Who’s there?” Patton almost dropped the bag of mini chips ahoy chocolate cookies he’d been holding.

“Justin,” Patton said, hoping the tightness in his voice just sounded like anticipation of a good punchline.

“Justin who?”

“Justin time for dessert!” The cookies were presented with a flourish, and the gap-toothed grin and giggle were sweeter than any dessert Patton had ever had.

It did take time, though. The social worker was right about that. And it was six months before the snack-and-joke tradition took on an extra element.

The most rewarding part of it, though, was the fact that it was Virgil himself who initiated the addition.

“So Virgil,” Patton said, rooting through the cabinet--he was certain he’d stashed at least one box of hostess cupcakes in here, and they were Virgil’s favorite-- “Why did the superhero flush the toilet?”

He expected silence, or maybe a soft ‘why?’ Instead, Virgil said, “Because it was his doody.”

And without thinking, Patton turned around and beamed, holding up his hand. “Yeah, high five!”

Virgil shrank away at the sight of the raised open palm, and Patton froze, the smile dropping from his face as he realized what he’d done. But before he could begin to babble apologies--before he’d even had a chance to lower his hand--Virgil squared his shoulders, bit his lip, and lifted his hand, smacking his palm lightly against Patton’s.

So the high-five became part of the tradition. It was the first piece of physical affection Virgil had shown him, or allowed him to show in return, and Patton treasured every single one of them.

It wasn’t the only change. The snacks, which had originally disappeared up the stairs into Virgil’s hidey holes the moment Patton gave them to him, were now sometimes eaten at the kitchen table. The smiles, once so rare, were beginning to make regular appearances. Instead of sitting still and silent, Virgil began sitting...well, like a kid, swinging his feet where they dangled from the kitchen chair or shifting position on the couch during their movie nights.

“Be patient. Let him come to you.”

And he was. Little by little, Virgil was opening up, regarding him with less fear and more curiosity and even--sometimes, perhaps?--hope.

Still, Patton didn’t want to push it. And sure, sometimes Virgil fell asleep leaning against his arm during movies, or took his hand when they were crossing the street, but it didn’t prepare him for the moment Virgil stood at the cupboard for snack time and asked--timidly--if he could tell the joke this time.

“Knock knock,” Virgil said, looking up into the cupboard, at the shelves of snack food, and beyond them, the regular staples.

“Who’s there?” Patton asked obligingly.

Virgil hesitated, then said, “Can o’ peas.”

Patton arched an eyebrow--a knock knock joke he hadn’t heard? “Can o’ peas who?”

Virgil shuffled a little, then swallowed audibly. “Can o’ peas have a goodnight kiss?”

You could’ve knocked Patton over with a feather in that moment. He drew a soft breath and, trying to keep his voice light and casual, said, “But of course! Where would you like it?”

Virgil shrugged, not meeting Patton’s eyes, but Patton didn’t let that deter him. “Hmm. How about...right...here?” he tapped the center of Virgil’s forehead with one finger lightly, and Virgil giggled.

“Okay.”

Patton leaned forward and pressed his first goodnight kiss--light and quick--against Virgil’s forehead. And when Virgil smiled up at him after, he knew his heart was permanently spoken for.

The bedtime tradition didn’t start out as kisses. And it didn’t end with them either, because after that first one, Virgil took it as a given that he would get one every night. And shortly after, he wanted hugs too, and bedtime stories, and to be tucked in--the typical demands of a typical child, and Patton’s broken heart began to heal, hoping that in spite of everything, Virgil would bounce back.

“Children are resilient,” the social worker said, when Patton reported on his progress.

Patton thought there was resilient, and then there was brave beyond all reason, and he thought his little Virgil, his kiddo, was both.

The adoption paperwork was a bit of a hassle, but it was more than worth it. Because there were traditions that, once you had them, you fought to keep them.

It didn’t start with kisses, but as Patton stood in the courtroom with Virgil at his side, as the judge reviewed and finalized the adoption proceedings, Patton was determined to make sure it would continue with them, and with hugs and bedtime stories and as much love as there was to give, for as long as Virgil wanted them.

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Oh shock look everyone, LJ  wrote another story where Patton ends up adopting Virgil!

We’re up to like seven cakes at this point. Hope you all are hungry.

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All Thomas Sanders Sleep Character Shorts as of May 2020

The most recent one I found on YouTube was from 2018 so I compiled them all together to be a bit more recent so here go on and binge them

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The One Where Virgil ‘’’Doesn’t”” Have A Crush On Roman

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They deleted this from the first Toy Story movie and I am so fucking angry that they did that

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when Virgil smushed his face in the rock down there I died bc oh my god. S’CUTE.

Confrontation (part 3)

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OoOOOoOoOoooh happy MerMay everybodyyyyy. Let’s kick things off with the.. last part of an… already underway comic… oof. Oh well, I hope y’all think it’s an ok start. Roman turned on the charm to get himself out of hot water, but Virge turned it right on back didn’t he ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• ) and whats this?? and new player has entered the game it seems! Who ever could this mystery man beeeeeI’m kidding we all know who it is. We wont be getting back into real meaty plot too soon unfortunately as I’d like to try and post a little something every day in honor of mermay- as well as getting started on PC part3. Anyway, y’all are hilarious and talented and I’ve been loving the fanart so keep it coming.

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Remus’ fuckin face👏🏼😂😂

And then he whams Virgil in the head with his morning star to prevent him from hearing/watching shit.

@mayflowers07 it's finally done my dude. Now you can go scream "Self care bitch" as much as you want.

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virgil is babey confirmed

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What’s happening on Twitter? 😂