#implied moxiety

[radioactive-dazey]

Sanders Sides as things me and my friends have said, Pt 24

Virgil: Dude how do I start loving myself

Patton: Small things.

Patton: Or start loving the things around you and the natural beauty everything holds until you realize that you're part of that

Virgil: ... Ok but are there speed-running strats or

[prodigal-explorer]

my roleplay information/application!

hey guyssss, so like i'm kinda desperate for rp partners so i'm just gonna try my luck here and see if any of y'all are interested in rping with me! feel free to read through this information and message me if you are interested!! as long as you meet my requirements, i would love to rp with you!!

basic information

i am 18 (19 in a few weeks) and i'm okay rping with any age, but i will not rp anything relating to nsfw with a minor. not even implied nsfw, it's just very uncomfortable. but if you're 18+, i'll rp anything on this list with you!

i only rp semi-lit/descriptive. this means at least five sentences, detailed responses that aren't just surface level. it's hard to respond to stuff that's lazy, so please please please just put in the effort if you want high quality responses in return!

the fandoms i roleplay are sanders sides, undertale, your turn to die, and omori. i dabble in oc rp, but it's not very common for me since i don't really have many ocs that i like enough to rp with.

my favorite types of roleplay are heavy angst and whump. i love really dark concepts, and it's rare that i won't do something that's dark and angsty. i struggle with concepts that are just fluff because i prefer rps with a lot of conflict and struggle.

my only triggers are constant discussion about body type/comparing body types and descriptive talk of medical needles. other than that i will do literally anything lol.

i am filipino-american, audhd, physically disabled, and i love to incorporate these aspects of my identity into the characters i play. if you don't like that, we probably won't make very good rp partners.

i hate hate HATE poking. please don't remind me of the rp after ten minutes of me not responding. please don't remind me of the rp after ten HOURS of me not responding. i know it exists, i just need time to reply. if you nag me about responding, i probably will wait even longer to reply because it's intimidating.

i love to chat oorp! feel free to leave a silly message, even if it has nothing to do with rp!

scroll all the way to the bottom of the post if you want to see writing examples!! below are just specific tidbits of information pertaining to each fandom i rp!

sanders sides specific information

the main side i love to play is roman. i will always want to play roman in every single tss rp, he's just me, he's my number one homie, my favorite character of all time.

i can also play any of the other sides, but my characterization for them is not as solid as roman.

i don't really like patton in roleplays unless he's a minor character or an antagonist/villain. i am very good at playing patton as a villain, but i don't really like playing him in any other context. i have so many aus where patton is a villain or antagonist, so if that's your jam, you've come to the right place!

i will do mindscape or human aus, i love both!

i am okay with ocs but i will not do canon side x female oc. it just makes me very uncomfortable to ship sides with female characters.

some of my favorite ships are roceit, prinxiety, logince, anaroceit, analogical, intrulogical, and loceit.

the only ships i WILL NOT do are moxiety, royality, moceit, logicality, intruality, and remrom. every other ship, i'm completely okay with.

i love rping as remy or emile picani!!

i have SO MANY IDEAS for this fandom. like literally hundreds of aus. so please message me if you want to rp anything with angst, or drama, or anything like that because i have SO MUCH.

undertale specific information

so fun fact i'm actually kind of bad at undertale rp.

it's not that i'm awful i just don't have a lot of experience, but i'm working on it!

the main characters i like to play are papyrus, undyne, alphys, toriel, asgore, and gaster.

i can also play asriel/flowey, sans, frisk, mettaton, grillby, and chara if necessary.

i am totally fine with ocs, bring them on!

i don't really like rps with the au sans stuff? nothing against it, i just don't really know much about it and in the nicest way possible i don't really care. i prefer to stick with canon and prequel/sequel aus instead of aus that change up the characters' personalities and stuff.

my favorite undertale au of all time is handplates i have so many thoughts about it and i would love to rp it!

i love angsty rps but undertale is actually one of the only fandoms where i love to rp fluff for it. undertale is just such a goofy game and i love emulating that style of humor in rp!

ships i enjoy are soriel, papyton, alphyne, sansby, and whatever the ship name for alphys x gaster is?

the only undertale ships i WILL NOT rp are anything involving the child characters (frisk, chara, asriel, monster kid), and anything that ships undyne with a guy. i'm also not a huge fan of asgore x toriel but i'll do it if you really want me to!

your turn to die specific information

i am so new to rping in this fandom but i really want to anyway!! trust, i know all the lore, i just need some solid experience!

my favorite characters to play are jou, reko, nao, gin, kai, shin, hiyori, and sara.

i will play q-taro, mishima, or alice if necessary!

i am very bad at keiji, i don't think i can play him well.

i love canon and au roleplays equally! i would love to do either way!

i like pretty much all the ships, it would be easier to list ships i don't like.

i don't like any ships that involve the little kids (kanna, gin, hinako), any ships with a huge age gap (especially sara x keiji), and shin x hiyori. it's just...no.

omori specific information

i am very new to the fandom, so please have mercy on me if i get something wrong lol!

my favorite characters to play are kel, hero, aubrey, and mari!

i can play sunny if necessary.

i will not play basil. i actually don't like basil being present in roleplays, he's just a character i personally dislike. i'm fine with him showing up occasionally as a minor character, but i just don't like him being a big part of roleplays.

i will roleplay canon and aus! i love both! but bear in mind i am a bit more hesitant to rp ships in canon, but in aus i have zero reservations!

my favorite ships are anything involving sunny, kel, and aubrey being together, but my number one otp is hero x mari!

the only ships i WILL NOT do are ships that have basil in them, especially basil x sunny or basil x kel. they just don't sit right with me personally.

i don't really know much about the minor characters of the game...i might need a bit of guidance if you want to use a character that isn't a part of the main six! but i am completely fine with it as long as you're okay with me being a bit clueless.

writing samples!!!

The streets were soft, the dusty sidewalks concealed by powdery snow that made Brooklyn look like a wedding. Roman stepped lightly, wondering how high he would have to hold himself to keep his foot from sinking in the snow, ruining the shiny white blanket that protected his bare feet from the cruel asphalt.

His book remained tucked under his jacket, as if it needed protection from the biting wind. Roman didn’t think it was possible for something that carried such beautiful notions and ideas to be unfeeling, so he acted as though there was a beating heart somewhere between the pages. Nobody had ever told him there wasn’t one, so what was the harm in believing if it made the sky feel brighter, and the air feel warmer, and the world feel more connected?

When he came back to the small, tucked-away alley that he and his brothers were currently living in, he was happy to see a little fire that he could warm himself beside while he opened his new book, aching to see what was inside.

--

"Protect...me?"

Roman was unfamiliar. He was always used to protecting other people. He was tall, graceful and beautiful. Couldn't really throw a punch, but he had a way with his words that could get him absolutely anything he wanted. Including peace. He was used to standing between bullies and victims, seducing with his sweet smile and long eyelashes. Making anybody feel like they've been blessed just looking at him. With his parents always gone, and nobody to hold him during nightmares, Roman had gotten used to holding himself. But now, he just wanted to be protected so badly. He wanted to be truly loved by somebody besides himself.

"Okay..." he whispered, "Okay."

--

"Oh! Do you guys want to go to that restaurant across the street?" Patton asked, "We performed so well tonight, I think we all deserve a treat! Virgil, you hit that syncopation perfectly, and Janus, that riff was amazing! The crowd went wild for us! Drinks will be on me, as long as you all promise not to drink too much. I'll be the designated driver too. What do you say??"

Of course, this invitation was not extended to Logan. Patton didn't even notice Logan in the area, assuming that he was off sweeping the stage or packing up the van. Patton was the one who decided what everybody did, and he usually gave Logan the grease-work like that. He didn't really care very much about Logan, just because Logan wasn't as close to the group. There wasn't that bond of performing show after show, having fans that requested autographs, being followed and gushed over by paparazzi.

Since Logan was never onstage, nobody knew the face or identity of the man who wrote the songs that all these fans were so crazy about. And Patton sort of preferred it that way. He didn't really like the idea of Logan being a face of their band. Unlike Janus and Virgil, Patton wasn't sure how the public eye would recieve Logan. The man wasn't remotely ugly, but he was rather plain-looking. He tended to blend into the background of the rooms he occupied. He wasn't the type of look one would expect to be in a hugely successful band.

All the others had their "niche". Patton was the sweetheart, the nice one, the innocent one. Virgil was the quiet, brooding, mysterious one. And Janus was the charmer, able to seduce anyone with a wink and a smile. What was Logan? He didn't talk very much, he wasn't particularly nice, brooding, or seductive. Patton didn't like that Logan didn't exactly have an archetype. He didn't quite fit in.

--

Roman tilted his head with a polite smile and an appropriate amount of interest as Logan disclosed his name. It was nothing familiar to him, but he did think it was a beautiful-sounding name. He always loved when people's first and last names started with the same letter. It felt like a name out of a fairy-tale when it had that feature.

Listening to what Logan was saying, Roman couldn't help but go red, very embarrassed. He was bad at English, but he certainly wasn't stupid. He could tell that Logan was euphemizing heavily in order to preserve Roman's feelings, which made Roman both embarrassed that Logan felt the need to do this, and honored that Logan cared so much about how he felt. It was a really sweet gesture, honestly.

"You write music too?" he asked, very curious. "I would love to sing a song by you wrote. You will...pay me? Money?"

Roman wondered if Logan was offering him a job, or just wanting to have a jam session as friends and colleagues. He would be happy with either option, but he wanted to manage his expectations there and then, so there would be less awkwardness from false assumptions.

--

Roman looked at it and smiled as he read through the lyrics, his eyes carefully scanning from left to right as he ingested each lyric. His smile only grew.

"It is okay," he said, "I like messy handwriting. It means...it means your brain moves fast, and your hand must hurry to follow. I like this song. I think...I want to sing it. Do you want me to sing here? In front of everyone?"

Roman would definitely be willing to give Logan's song some publicity. And he adored the thrill of singing a song for the first time in front of a whole crowd of people. Roman wasn't the type to get stage fright. The more risky a performance was, the more excited he was to try and execute it. Roman had a bit of a shame deficiency, such was obvious with him singing those lyrics he wrote out loud multiple times.

His eyes were shining with enthusiasm, but also, with gratitude. He was thankful to Logan for the opportunity he had to bring this song to life, this brand new song that no one had ever heard before. The idea that its first breath of auditory life would be coming from Roman's own voice was so romantic that it almost made Roman want to sing it right there and then so he wouldn't have to wait anymore.

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

On Death's Doorstep (pt 41/53?)

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Word count: 1612

Rating: Teen

Pairings: parental Moxiety, past Virgil/omc

Warnings: past abuse, implied abuse, current torture, blood, nonlinear narrative, psychic powers

~~~START~~~

Something about the overhead light felt like needles slowly piercing his skin. The light didn’t respond to his will, if anything, it seemed to get sharper when he tried to bend it away from himself. It grated at his nerves, keeping him too keyed-up to drop fully into unconsciousness, but not so aware that he was fully conscious either; he was drifting in a haze of slow-burning agony.  

He couldn’t teleport either. Every time he’d tried it had felt like he’d slammed his head into a brick wall.  

It was a trap. Of course it was a trap — he’d known it was a trap.  

He didn’t even get to see his dads. He didn’t know if they were ok.  

The warehouse looked empty when he entered it, but he knew his dads were close — in a basement by the feel of it. He was careful, creeping through the building as quietly as he could, but when something heavy slammed into him, he was caught completely off guard.  

The force of the hit sent him careening into some of the factory’s machinery. He tried to teleport away, but someone had set up a field around the warehouse, blocking his escape; he did teleport twenty yards away though, hoping to catch his as-of-yet unseen adversary off guard. This field wasn’t very sophisticated, and the teleportation left a metallic taste in his mouth.  

He tried desperately to scan his surroundings, but the warehouse was so dark that he couldn’t see anything other than vague dark shadows, none of which were person shaped. Out of nowhere, a tendril of electricity shot out, missing his arm by mere inches as he quickly sprang away. The whips kept coming as the crackle of electricity dimly illuminated the new supervillain — Whiplash, he thought he remembered the news saying.  

Hoping to use the darkness to his advantage, he concentrated an orb of light near where he thought the villain’s eyes were. The whips stopped as the villain stumbled back, though weirdly, he didn’t cry out in surprise of pain.  

He was about to press his advance when he was suddenly hit by a sharp pain to the back. He collapsed on the floor, paralyzed but conscious.  

“There now,” a voice said as a new assailant leaned over him. “That wasn’t so hard.” 

The new adversary reached for him, but he managed to teleport once more.  

“Fucker!” He heard the voice mutter to itself before addressing him specifically. “You can’t get away! That toxin will keep you from moving, and the Holder will keep you from teleporting out!” 

‘Holder’? He thought, mentally shaking his head. Is that the best they could come up with? 

He couldn’t stand, his field of vision was painfully limited to what he could see while his cheek was pressed into the floor; he could teleport, but not to true safety; he was pretty sure he could still bend light and shadows, but that might do him more harm than good while he tried to hide.  

He could hear footsteps around him, but the reverberation throughout the warehouse made pinpointing where they came from impossible. He was just about to teleport again when a whip of electricity suddenly hit its mark.  

He was out before he really knew what hit him.  

The door to his cell slid open and he tried to drag himself into something more resembling consciousness. He heard the clicking of heels as a figure approached him, but his mind was too clouded to really see what was coming.  

“Well, well, well.” The voice sent chills down his spine and the resulting jolt of adrenaline cleared Virgil’s vision and thoughts. Dr. Agon stood before him, her typical predatory grin gracing her ruby lips. “It’s been too long, Knightcaster, we’ve been worried about you.” 

Virgil didn’t trust his voice, so he said nothing.  

“You know who else we’re worried about?” Agon continued, seemingly satisfied with Virgil’s lack of response. “Patton. Won’t you tell me where he is? He must be so scared and alone.” 

“…fuck…you,” Virgil managed to rasp out.  

“Fine,” Agon’s eyes flashed dangerously. “We’ll do this the hard way then, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I don’t like having my things stolen, Knightcaster.” 

“G’ ‘t…hell…” 

Agon’s smile widened slightly. “Come here 1013.” 

The door opened again and a gaunt figure slunk in. If it weren’t for the bright pink hair — slick with grease as it might be — they might look like the girl from The Ring; they wore a dirty smock that might have once been white with long lank hair falling in front of their face. They looked so completely different that it wasn’t until just before their hand plunged into his chest that Virgil remembered that he’d met this person before.  

It was an unseasonably warm October day when Knightcaster was sent downtown to bring in a supervillain with some kind of mind-manipulation powers. She had apparently been forcing people to withdraw money from an atm when some cops had reported to the scene — no sooner had those cops arrived than they were flapping their arms and clucking like chickens.  

The supervillain had called herself Ebony, ironic, given how deathly pale her skin was, almost as though she was glowing. Her pink hair fluttered around her in a wind that didn’t seem to exist, it was the same electric pink as the blood that dripped more heavily from her hands with every person whose soul she reached into.  

As soon as she saw Knightcaster she took off running in the opposite direction. She barely made it three steps when she collided with Knightcaster’s chest, the hero having teleported into her path.  

She reared back with a snarl and plunged her pink hand into Knightcaster’s chest.  

Virgil was thrown forcefully from the memory. He was no longer in that room with the sharp lights, or at least… it didn’t look like he was in the room, it looked like he was in a space that was both devoid of and saturated with color. Standing across from him, looking slightly more like herself in a black MCR shirt, black spandex shorts sticking out from underneath a pink and black plaid miniskirt, and fishnet stockings — though still lifeless and defeated — was Ebony.  

“This will be easier if you cooperate,” she croaked, her mouth never moving.  

“I haven’t been feeling very cooperative lately,” Virgil shot back.  

“Where’s the target?” Ebony asked, an image of four-year-old Patton appearing in the space between them.  

“I’ve never seen that child before,” Virgil lied.  

Ebony cocked her head and the void around them began shifting, Virgil’s own memories shaping the surroundings materializing around them.  

Virgil wrenched the memory to the side and his old apartment he’d lived in with Orin materialized. Cracked countertop and all.  

“No,” Ebony said, sounding bored and listless, not at all like the villain Virgil had fought before.  

The apartment began to shift again, so Virgil threw all his mental weight against the flow. Evading psychics like this had been a part of his training, and he was certain that if Ebony wasn’t as unwell as she was that his time — hours? Days? Weeks? — in the sharp lights would have weakened him below her abilities.  

The child shifted and changed with the surroundings, and when the shifting stopped, a very different child stood between them.  

The new — old — child was five. He was going by a name that wasn’t quite his own. He wore a bright pink shirt that he only ever wore in tandem with his overalls, though he didn’t know why yet. The shirt, Virgil knew, had pink rhinestones spelling out the word “Princess” hidden beneath the bib of the overalls. The overalls had holes worn into both knees as this boy had a penchant for adventuring with his dads. His hair had been recently shorn short after a mishap with a classmate and some gum; he liked it better this way.  

Around them was a house that hadn’t changed much in twenty-one years — though maybe it had, Virgil hadn’t seen it in so long. There was a television across from a comfortably worn couch; bookcases taking up one wall, half filled with books, and half filled with various DVDs and video games. The coffee table in front of the couch was completely clear of dishes or trash in a way it almost never was.  

“No.” Ebony’s voice was harder now. She tried to shift the scene again, but Virgil gritted his teeth and kept the surroundings from changing.  

The boy became taller, older, he was wearing a hoodie now, and clutching a worn copy of Dante’s inferno in his hand.  

“No!” 

Ebony yanked more forcefully, and their surroundings began to shift. Virgil pushed against it as hard as he could, but it almost wasn’t enough.  

The scene solidified into Virgil and Orin’s living room, an adult Virgil was curled up on the couch, holding a week-old Patton in his arms. At the time, Virgil had been amazed by his perfect tiny son. He still was.  

He would do anything for that kid.  

He kicked back against Ebony and the scene melted around them.  

Virgil opened his eyes to the numbing pain of the sharp lights. Before him on the ground, lying in a pool of toxic pink blood, was Ebony. Her mess of hair had parted and Virgil could see her pitch-black eyes staring listlessly ahead of her.  

“Shame,” Agon sighed, completely bored. “Don’t worry, Knightcaster, we have more ways to get you to talk. R&D’s going to be very interested to see how well their toys work.” 

As her heels click-clacked out of the room, Virgil’s head hit his chest. 

~~~END~~~

Hehehe >:3<

ODD taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling @lost-in-thought-20 @remy-the-lemon-berry @jinxcrafter @apinkline2715 @gothfoxx @donutsarepartybagels @xoaningout @meganmoneky14 @lunatatic

[bastard-aziraphale]

anyway..... more "autistic aroflux janus with ballroom dancing as a special interest and a complicated (but strong) desire to teach patton and virgil how to dance properly" content <3 for me <3

also virgil is genderfluid in this AU and uses any pronouns :3 but she is babygirl to me......... <3

[notaversetohedonism]

Virgil : Are you wearing makeup Pat? Where did your freckles go?

Patton : Oh they disappear in the winter haha

Virgil, notably disappointed : Oh ok

~Later~

Virgil, hitting the snow with a shovel : Give. Him. His. Freckles. Back!

[supernaturalist1234]

Virgil wearing Patton’s glasses, anyone?

[mothspore]

hi there this is really dumb but take it

it’s something so

[zoei101]

Virgil: hey pat I can't find my phone can you call it?

Patton: Of course kiddo!

*Phone Rings*: you are my dad! (you're my dad) BoOgIe wOoGie WoOgiE

Virgil:

Patton:

Virgil:

Patton:

[logan-sanders-is-my-binch]

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Patton stans and kinnies/ moxiety shippers, get your juice,

Just felt like drawing a soft patton, might go on a fluff run,

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

Virgil being a siren is a good concept because sirens don't just sing about sex to lure someone in they sing about what the person loves the most and I just think that Virgil would like to sing about puppies and stars and Disney instead of just fucking

Also I just think Virgil would look really cool as a purple creepy siren fish boi

[radioactive-dazey]

Hey friends :)

So ao3 is down, which is tragic. I have all the older drafts for my fics saved, but the newer, fully edited version lie on the ao3 site to (hopefully) be recovered at a later date. In these trying times, would anyone be interested if I posted my sander sides fics on the hellsite?

I tend to write a lot of logince, but a newer fic I'm working on has prinxiety. One that I haven't even finished the first chapter for has mociet among other things.

Leave me notes! Even if not, I'll probably post em anyway. Yall can become my beta readers for the fic I haven't done a lot for lol

The Prince and The Dragon Witch:

Roman paced tirelessly in the small tower room he was placed in only yesterday. In his mind, he contemplated the events that brought him here. None of it made sense.

Of course, Roman felt like his sudden placement was justified. He had pushed his father to this point. How many times did his father lecture him? How many times was he told not to leave the castle? And how many times did Roman do it anyway?

He was told he’d regret it one day, that one day Roman’s misbehavior would finally catch up to him. He knew one more disappearance, one more impulsive escape would be all it took for his father to snap. Yet, it still didn't feel real. This time, Roman royally fucked up. He was being sent away, and no amount of pleading or convincing would change that.

And now, he was here. Thousands of miles from the region of his kingdom, alone. (Main ships is logince and moxiety, but it's implied LAMP near the end)

Switched

Roman and Virgil accidentally switch roles after spending too much time together. Chaos ensues.

Roman doesn't know how to be anxiety. All he knows is freak out and cry. Virgil doesn't know how to be creativity. All he knows is be gay, do crimes. (Prinxiety, mociet if you squint)

The Prince and The Frog

Prince Janus is engaged to Prince Virgil Knight. Despite enjoying Virgils company, Janus can't help but feel overwhelmed with the engagement, and he feels he is stuck. His brothers, Prince Roman and Prince Remus, try to help in their own special way.

Incidentally, problems worsen as Prince Roman seemingly makes enemies with Prince Logan Knight, Prince Virgil's younger brother. And worse so, as Prince Remus is meddling with wedding plans as he tries to get Virgil's attention.

Janus's only solitude is a secret part of the castle gardens, where he finds himself sharing his troubles to the grass snakes and tiny frog that resides in the pond. (Was primarily supposed to be mociet but accidentally became logince as a primary focus whoops. This one has barely 2 chapters written)

[watchoutforthefanfics]

Request

For @weird-is-my-middle-name-i-swear

Logince // "I thought I was going to lose you."

(I chose Logince because I love writing some angsty Logan.)

Buckle up, buttercups. I was crying at 2:40 in the morning finishing this. I'm sorry in advance, it does have a happy ending though.

TW: "Death" mention, car-crash mention, panic attack, essentially griefing, pretty heavy angst.

Logan was unfocused, his mind hazily reading over the crisp pages in the brisk daylight of the afternoon.

Roman had gone off that morning, he had went to go out and grab some groceries and some art supplies; Logan had wanted to come with, but Roman --for some reason-- had insisted on his boyfriend staying home.

However, he wasn't upset about it; Logan respected his choice (although it was confusing as to why he seemed so defensive) because he wanted to get caught up on his new book series anyway.

So he stayed home, the quiet hum of a documentary in the back of his head; just until it wasn't a soothing voice talking about nature's food pyramid anymore.

Logan flinched at the distant sound of sirens, aimlessly grabbing at the remote to turn it off; which took longer than he expected.

Just as soon as he grabbed the remote, the voice caught in his head with a familiar street; "-this morning, a tragic car crash on Lakens Drive just on the way downtown has been reported-"

Logan, had a little bit of fear in his stomach and the thoughts were making it climb into his throat.

"L-Lakens Drive-" he muttered to himself, trying to remember it's familiarity, trying to remember where it was.

It was the road that connected their house to 'Ally's', the discount grocery store Roman had gone to.

Logan sat up, the book forgotten in his mind as it fell onto the couch, his hand eagerly turning up the volume.

The view was devastating, as the woman continued explaining, "As you can see, the car was struck in the third lane and flipped reportedly three times into a ditch just off the side of the road."

Logan was trying so desperately to see the car, trying so desperately to see something he didn't recognize; everything was unclear. He found himself begging the woman to speak, to tell him, to tell him what had happened.

To tell him that it wasn't Roman.

"News of this story is flooding in as we air-" the woman spoke with a pained voice, as there was a deep regret in her eyes, "-the car, although too damaged to view it's original color, has been confirmed to be-"

Logan clenched his fists, his chest beginning to heave, "Not a 2018 Lexus RX, not a 2018 Lexus RX, not a 2018 Lex-"

"-a 2018 Lexus RX. It's inhabitants are still unclear, and the police have yet to release a report-"

He could feel his mind crumble, the only thing keeping him steady was a broken hope that it wasn't Roman, because it couldn't be. Right?

Roman wouldn't- Roman couldn't die going out and getting groceries, the probability of that was so minimal; he couldn't believe he was thinking about such small statisti-

"This just in," the woman grimaced, "-the driver of the Lexus is an unidentified male guessed to be in his mid-to-late 20s, and is currently on life support at Lynidor Hospital."

Logan felt a lump in his throat, his body jerking and hands shaking; he felt like he was going to throw up.

It wasn't possible, it wasn't possible, Roman wasn't, he couldn't be-

Logan's vision began to blur and the lights seemed so bright, he could hardly feel the carpet under his toes; the carpet Roman got as a housewarming gift the first day they met.

With shaking hands, he ransacked his pockets and yanked his phone out, clicking on his contact and hoping deep, deep in his chest that everything was okay that he'd hear his stupid, arrogant voice over the phone.

It was sent to voicemail, as Logan scrambled to do it again, "Maybe, he-he just didn't see it."

And yet again, he was greeted with the oddly pleasant but eerie, "Hello there, you've reached THE Roman Elliott's cellphone! Sorry, I couldn't get to you, I'm either working on the newest success or wooing my beloved. Leave a voicemail at the tone, and I will get back to you... eventually."

Logan's fingers lead the way, as he kept calling; like his mind was so numb and it was all he remember how to do. His breathing was deep sighs that he couldn't get back from and his heart felt like it was ripped out of his chest.

He slowly sunk to the floor, holding himself with his open arm; he couldn't breathe, he couldn't see, and his life wasn't functioning without Roman.

He couldn't function without Roman.

But he had to calm down, because all of these overwhelming feelings of his heart racing and his mind plummeting; he... needed someone with a clear head.

"L? Do you know how early it i-" a groggy voice echoed into his ear, a taste of bitterness in his tone.

Logan interrupted, holding back a strangled sob, "Virgil, Roman... isn't answering his phone."

"Woah, Logan, are you crying? What's going on? Do you want Patton and I to come over until he gets back or-" Virgil rambled, obviously not used to Logan being the one crying.

"It... It was a 2018 Lexus RX, Virgil-" Logan said breathily, his heart pounding and his brain frozen he couldn't think, he couldn't remember how to speak, "-o-on Lakens Drive and Roman had went to get bread --bread for my stupid Crofters toast-- and he isn't responding to me, I-"

Virgil was calm, his tone confused, "L, slow down. I can't understand you. Here, I'll put you on speaker, but you need to breathe with me, alright? 4, 7, 8."

Logan's breaths shook, and they weren't stable and he keep messing up- but Virgil was there for him; restarting the count like nothing had happened.

And finally after enough time had passed and Logan could speak, he did so, simply and straight to the point, "Turn on channel 6."

The two males on the other line, did so, he could hear the sirens through the phone and the silence that swallowed him whole was all he needed to feel. They knew the implications.

"Roman... H-He went to get bread, for toast, and he isn't answering my calls. And I..." Logan swallowed, "-I don't know what to do."

Patton let a desperate, raspy tone escape his lips, "Y-You don't think-"

Virgil was silent, the kinda silence that pierced Logan, another pain and hurt to add to his thousands; he was... frozen, like it hadn't happened and like his heart was still in tac.

He... He wanted to be with Roman forever, he realized it then, on the carpet that felt like clouds; he realized that he had missed out on so much. He realized he wanted the cliche pageantry just to see Roman in a gorgeous gown, and to love him until the end of time.

He wouldn't mind doing anything for Roman.

"Logan," Virgil spoke, careful but determined, "-we don't know it was him. And we need to have hope until we know it isn't, it isn't... logical to assume it-"

Nothing was logical with Roman; not with the first day he met him, not with the feelings he got when he brought him coffee every morning, not when he sowed him a scarf out of the softest fabric he could find, and not when he had taken him to the citiy's biggest library as their first date.

"Y-You're right, Virgil-" Logan began shakily, as his heart mended just a little bit at the idea of hope, "-I'm going to call him one more time, and if he doesn't answer..."

It was remorseful on both sides on the phone, "I will get in touch with the police."

Logan was quick to hang up, a sob breaking through his body; he needed to cry, like a body-racking sob before he could face it again.

But, he got the courage, taking the phone in his hands as he gently pressed on his contact, bracing himself for whatever was to come.

He didn't expect it to answer with the next few seconds, nor did he expect the line to be filled with distant chatter, like other people.

And Logan, with one last breath of hope, asked with a broken voice and stifled heart, "R-Roman?"

It was quiet for a moment, like the distant talking had halted in shock, maybe? And it took more than just a few seconds for a voice to answer back, flooded with concern and immediate curiousity.

"Logan? Is everything alright? You had called me three times, and I thought something was wro-"

Logan sobbed, a desperate sob that reached through his soul and back; his voice just stitched his heart and all the nonsensical pain.

"Hey, Logan, honey. I'm coming home-" Roman sighed, concern evident in his voice, "-okay, sweetheart?"

"D-Don't hang up on me-" Logan spoke, in a strangled sob, "-please."

"Never, bee-" Roman hummed, "I'll just hook you up to bluetooth. So, that I'm safe alright?"

Logan sniffled, tears flowing freely down his cheeks again; God, he felt so much better, but worst at the same time.

Roman did most of the talking, just chatting about everything; things he found at Michael's, about his new projects, and about a girl named Tiffany who had given him a weird look when he said 'boyfriend' (to which he raided the Pride merch in Hot Topic and wore it around the rest of the visit).

"I love you, Roman," Logan spoke with as stuffy nose and not a single moment of hesitation.

Roman obviously still a little concerned, but he didn't second guess it, "I love you too, Logan."

Roman started up again, this time about old memories and distance dates and quiet nights and days that Logan could remember so vividly. Just until Roman said he had arrived, and after making sure it was okay about 20 times, he hung up.

Shooting Virgil a text, Logan felt a rest deep within his chest and he felt the pain fade just as he did with Roman's voice.

He didn't move, he couldn't, everything was just so numb and hurt and sore; he had thought Roman was dead, he had thought the love of his life was gone forever. He couldn't just recover.

Then, the door opened and slowly and carefully; Roman was safely back into the house. The feeling of relief that drenched him whole, was so liberating that he began crying again, just a few silent tears running down his cheeks as his fingertips ached to grab onto Roman and never let go again.

"Sweetheart?" Roman spoke, "What happene-"

The tv was just loud enough to gain his attention, his warm brown eyes locked onto a familiar screen with a familiar car and a single tag: One Dead In Tragic Crash.

Roman, slowly walking to his boyfriend as held out his arms, spoke calmly and sympathetically, "Oh, Logan."

Logan desperately latched onto his boyfriend, his hands gripping at his shirt, feeling his heartbeat deep in his chest, and feeling the fall of his chest: he was breathing, he was alive.

His hands wrapping around his boyfriend, he sobbed into his shoulder, "I thought I was going to lose you."

Roman, biting back tears, spoke soft and careful, "I know, I know, baby. I'm here, and I'm never leaving again."

And if there was a velvet box tucked away in a pocket, now was not the time to deal with it.

Because all Logan needed was Roman, and Roman didn't think there would ever be a day he didn't need Logan.

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Perfectly Normal

Word count: 1355

Rating: Gen

Pairings: none, implied future Roloceit, possible minor Moxiety

Warnings: I'm being haunted by memories of middle school, super minor references to self harm which are very iykyk

Happy Ace Week 2023!! 🖤🩶🤍💜 ♠️ (Oct 22-28th)

~~~START~~~

The realization hit Remus like a ton of brick in the hallway one day in seventh grade.

For the past year or so, he hadn’t understood why everyone his age was pretending. He hadn’t understood why his peers were so eager to grow up, why they couldn’t be satisfied being kids for just a little longer.

And it wasn’t like there was any big catalyst to his discovery, it was just like the facts were suddenly sliding into place. The puzzle he hadn’t even known he’d been working on was suddenly laid out in front of him, completely solved.

No one had been pretending.

Distantly, he heard the bell ring, and noticed that the halls had cleared out around him, but he had too much to think about without adding in trivial things like passing period into the mix. Besides, he had lunch now, it wasn’t like anyone could mark him tardy if he dilly dallied just a little bit longer.

The summer before sixth grade, Remus and Roman had sneaked downstairs after they were supposed to have gone to bed and ended up watching most of Bros. Their cousin Remy had been meant to be babysitting, but with their charges put to bed, they’d ended up crashing on the couch almost immediately after putting the movie on. It had been an enlightening experience for both of them, and Roman especially changed afterwards.

He was into boys after that, and not in the normal way where he wanted to recruit them to be knights in his games. No, after that summer, Roman started having crushes, he referred to certain boys as cute, and expressed to Remus privately that he wanted to kiss Nerdy Logan. He even went as far as to write Nerdy Logan’s name in his notebooks surrounded by little hearts!

Remus had found it strange.

Obviously the movie had impressed upon him the nature of Adult Feelings and Adult Relationships, but that didn’t make him an Adult. He didn’t have Adult Feelings yet, and he didn’t understand why Roman — and most of the rest of their classmates — were pretending to.

But he understood now. No one had been pretending, it was just Remus who wasn’t feeling it.

Remus was the odd one.

Not that he wasn’t used to being the odd one. He always seemed to be the one taking jokes too far, or coming up with ideas that were too dark. He didn’t even have any real friends besides Roman and Janus, everyone else just kinda tolerated him because he was Roman’s twin and there was no getting rid of him.

He needed to talk about this new realization, but who to go to? Roman would think he was crazy for not having noticed sooner, and while Janus wouldn’t say it out loud, he would think Remus was stupid too — after all, had Remus just been thinking Janus had been doodling “Roman Kingsley” in his notebooks to conform to society this whole time?

Besides, neither Roman nor Janus even had this lunch, so it wasn’t like he could have gone to either of them anyway.

No, Remus needed to share his discovery with people whose opinions didn’t matter. And he had just the emos in mind.

The two of them sat in the corner of the cafeteria every day. No one sat near them, no one even liked them — the other emos sat clear on the other side of the cafeteria! The purple one and the pastel one.

The purple one, Virgil, had gone to Remus’s elementary school. Two years ago, he’d shown up to school with short hair that his dad had let him dye purple, a new name, and new pronouns, and since then, he’d only had two friends: the pastel one, and Nerdy Logan.

The pastel one hadn’t gone to their elementary school, but he and Virgil had been attached at the hip since the first day of middle school. He didn’t dress dark like Purple did, he didn’t have the swooshy hair or the eyeliner like other emos, no, the thing that made him unmistakably emo was the impressive array of kandi bracelets covering his arms. Small ones, chunky ones, ones with intricate patterns, ones with unmistakable emo song lyrics on them — the only kandi bracelets Purple had were a couple the pastel one had clearly made for him. In the kandi bracelet economy of the emo population, the pastel one was clearly a millionaire.

And yet, that clearly wasn’t what bought someone emo-popularity.

Pastel’s eyebrows shot up when Remus took a seat across from the pair. Purple glared.

“Do you ever feel like everyone knows something that you don’t?” Remus started.

“Um…” Pastel started, visibly confused — though that was probably more to do with Remus coming over to talk to them. Purple rolled his eyes and turned back to his food.

“Like, I thought everyone was just faking it, but no, I’m the only one!”

“Did I miss the part where we became friends?” Purple finally demanded. “What do you want?”

“I thought everyone was pretending to feel the Adult Feelings, and I just now realized that they actually were,” Remus informed the pair who, in all likelihood, already knew that people already had Adult Feelings.

“Adult Feelings?” Pastel asked. Neither emo looked like they understood what Remus was getting at.

“Y’know,” Remus shrugged. “The Adult Feelings of wanting to fuck.”

Purple choked on his food. Pastel tilted his head to the side in confusion.

“What does that mean?” He asked genuinely.

“No!” Purple shrieked, clamping his hands over Pastel’s ears. “Do not tell him!”

It was Remus’s turn to roll his eyes, but he backed off a little. “You know when you want to kiss someone?”

“Yes,” Purple said at the same time Pastel said “no.”

Now Purple and Pastel were looking at each other in confusion.

“That’s my point!” Remus crowed excitedly. “Most people already want to kiss people, and I thought they were just pretending to want to kiss people!”

“So, you’re asexual?” Purple asked, turning his attention back on Remus. “You came over here to tell us you just figured out you’re asexual?”

“What’s ‘asexual’?” Remus asked. Pastel was also looking curiously at Purple, who shrunk slightly at the attention.

“It’s– uh, it’s when you don’t feel, um, when you don’t feel… it’swhenyoudon’tfeeltheneedtofuckpeople.”

Pastel tilted his head once more, but Remus sat back.

“Oh,” he said. Apparently, there were a few more puzzle pieces because the picture was even clearer than before. “So, no Adult Feelings?”

“Yeah, that’s one way of putting it,” Purple agreed.

“And it’s normal?”

“Perfectly normal.”

Remus nodded. Asexual. He turned the word over in his mind. A-sex-ual. It felt right. Comforting.

“This is the flag,” Purple continued, turning his phone to show Remus an image he pulled up on google.

“You’re shitting me!”

Pastel frowned at Remus’s language, but chose not to comment.

“What?” Demanded Purple, checking his phone screen before turning his confused look back to Remus.

“It looks like you just color-dropped a flag from yourself!” Remus laughed.

“Whatever,” Purple rolled his eyes. “Can you leave now?”

“Nope,” Remus grinned. “We’re friends now.”

“Okay!” Pastel cheered.

“Nooo,” Purple groaned.

“Here,” Pastel — not knowing his name was about to become a little awkward considering they were friends now, but Remus would smash that bridge into pieces and build a boat out of the wood when he got to it — took one of his simpler bracelets off his wrist and handed it to Remus.

It was a single band with alternating green and black beads. Remus accepted it with the utmost honor.

“I’ll treasure it always,” Remus promised reverently, slipping the bracelet into his own wrist.

Purple rolled his eyes, but seemed to accept Remus as one of them now.

Pastel and Remus continued to discuss Adult Feelings for the rest of lunch period with Purple (clearly the most knowledgeable of all of them) interjecting periodically. At one point, some of Roman’s friends who tolerated Remus came to try to “save” him from the emos, but Remus told them to go away. He had his own friends now.

~~~END~~~

I think this is the hardest I have ever projected onto a fic. It’s left me a little dizzy 😵‍💫

General taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling

[sweet-royalty]

"If I die, I’m haunting you first." Logince, maybe?

I’m not sure if it will be anything like you imagined/wanted because I’m kinda new on this thing but let’s go xD

Content: Human!Sides, High-School!AU, slight reference to an Arch Enemy song? (I mean, if that’s important somehow. I’d make a MCR reference but hey… I don’t know that many MCR songs so let’s go for what I know lol)

TW: Cursing, B-word, S-word.

Lenght: 614 words (yeah pretty short)

Pairings: Logince, Platonic Prinxiety, “Implied” Moxiety

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- Urgh, I can’t keep up with your stupid pinning, just go talk to him already!

- Are you CRAZY?? – Roman asked lowering his voice and getting closer to his best friend – Logan is simply impossible to get through! No one ever talks to him and he closes himself to everyone! There is just NO WAY I can talk to him, he’ll think I’m just another stupid jock trying to make fun of him! He won’t take me seriously.

Virgil angrily raised his left eyebrow to him.

- Roman Prince, are you kidding? You made me go through all that dramatic shit with Patton and now you’re all worried out because you can’t talk to Logan Yerkes? Look! – Virgil pointed to where the over-distracted nerd was – He’s right there, hair licked back, fixing his glasses like it’s going to fall any minute even though he just fixed that, taking another bite of toast with that jelly he always brings from home-

- Do you really need to narrate everything he’s doing? – Roman covered his blushing face wishing for the bell to ring earlier with no success.

- Yes, because you do that all the time on loop and because it makes you look more stupid than usual. Anyway OHHHHH would you look at thaaaaat, he’s reading that dramatic theater thing book that you like

- You mean, Hamlet?

- Yeah, this shit

- You know Hamlet! Why did you called it like that??

- I know exactly what I said. Anyway, this is the PERFECT time for you to go there and talk to him. Say that you enjoy it or whatever. Look, I’m the most anxious mess that you probably know, if I could do this I’m pretty sure that you also can.

- Easier said than done – Roman said burying his face on the table – And you had my help so I have half of the credit for you being able to talk with Patton.

Virgil then stared at Roman, looked back at Logan and gave his friend the meaniest smile he could give.

- Aaaalright, then! Gimme a sec – Virgil got up from the table and went to Logan’s direction, making the jock panic

- Wait! Virgil, what are you doing?? – he tried to grab the emo’s arm but it was too late.

- This is sweet revenge, Princey – the emo whispered making his way to Logan’s table and at this point Roman simply picked up his cellphone and tried to pretend there was anything happening.

Sometimes he lifted his eyes to peek on what was happening. He could see Virgil pointing at Logan’s book and his head nodding in response. After a few seconds he looked again and saw Virgil pointing at him instead so he lowered his head as fast as he could and never looked up again.

After what seemed to be an eternity, Virgil came back with is hands on the pocket of his hoodie, keeping up with his mean smile.

- And karma is a bitch – he whispered at the blushing mess.

- Virge, if I die you can bet all your My Chemical Romance CDs you’ll be the first one I’m haunting – he said, making Virgil chuckle

- He said you seem to be… Ahem… “Quite intriguing and nice to be with… And ahn… a little bit attractive too” – he said trying his best to impersonate Logan’s voice, even the way he cleared his throat at the end – He’d love to talk with you about Shakespeare, so go on.

Roman took a deep breath and looked at Logan, who was probably looking at him because he moved his head quickly to the books direction. Roman smiled at his friend, whispered a small “thank you” and made his way to his table.

[notaversetohedonism]

Virgil : What is my brother to you, Lo?

Logan, sipping coffee : The reason I get out of bed in the morning

Patton : Awwwwwwww

Roman, earlier that morning, banging pots and pans together : Wake up, Albert Sunshine it's a beautiful day!

[stargayzingidiot]

Roman: Are you in love with Patton?

Virgil: *Sweating* .......No

Roman: Then why do you draw P+V in hearts everywhere?

Virgil: It stands for pessimistic and vulnerable.