#swearing for ts

[mimorobo]

I'm a big fan, ok?

Bonus stuff cuz I draw them a lot...

(some are kinda old)

[loganslowdown4]

Virgil: Bitch-

Janus: Still lacking in elegance and grace I see, are we Virgil? How crude.

Virgil: *inhales* 𝓑 𝓘 𝓣 𝓒 𝓗

Janus: How did you do that

[todayis-snowy]

I think he’s invaded my brain guys

[ssslimyboy]

Remus: I cut my finger

Patton: I can kiss it so it'll get better

Remus: That works?

Patton: Yeah, my mom used to do it when I was little

(later)

Remus: I need you to punch me in the mouth.

Virgil: Fucking finally.

[theokusgallery]

A bunch of fanart for @greenninjagal-blog's fics I either made during the weekend or never posted for some reason. Names of the fics for each image is in alt text -- in order, we have: 600 Pieces of Eight, Dead Men Break No Codes, Deja Vu (2 images), Details in Gold, and With an Enemy Like You (Who Needs a Lover?)

First image there is called "re-reading 600 Pieces of Eight". Because I'm normal about that fic and its Janus. Second picture is just there because I wanted to show off Virgil's face + I hate how Janus' body looks

And a very small Janus from A Cactus and Nothing More because I j. I just. love this fic so much. It's so cute and rmgjhlfkd.

[jessmalia]

Cassandra and But Daddy I Love Him being two sides of the same coin

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

Hc that even though Virgil is red/green colour blind (specifically like a dog) and even though he can’t see purple, it’s his favourite colour.

He had just recently broken things off with Janus. It was messy, and loud, and he would rather die than have anything to do with Janus ever again in his life.

He went to the only person he could think to help him with it. The romance extraordinaire, creative prince himself, Roman. He went to him for a distraction.

“Uh, what’s your favourite colour?” Roman asked after Virgil’s sobs had died down for a bit.

Virgil looked up from the tear soaked satin pillow he’d been wailing into, Roman just a blurry grey mess in front of him.

“I don’t— fuck. I don’t *know*!” He almost screamed, shoving his face back in the pillow.

Roman’s hand rubbed his shoulder, and he muttered to him softly in his efforts to comfort him. “Hey, hey, it’s alright. Do you want to pick one now? Hm… which colours *can* you see again?”

“Uh… blue, grey, and—“ Virgil’s voice came out muffled until he choked on tears again. “Fucking yellow.”

“Ah.”

“What’s the farthest away from *yellow* that I can get?”

Roman didn’t even hesitate before he answered. “Purple. It’s on the other end of the colour wheel.”

“*That*. Purple’s my favourite. Anything that isn’t close to *him*.”

Roman nodded, barely stifling a laugh. “Purple’s a good colour. The colour of royalty!”

Virgil’s tears stopped for a moment. “Are you purple?”

“No— No, I wear red and white.”

Virgil pulled his head back up, a broken grin on his teary and mascara stained face. “You’re a prince and you don’t wear purple?!”

[dawnarrii]

MhinxVere with some doodles inspired by Dungeon Meshi 👁

[moregraceful]

don't let the stars get in your eyes // don't let the moon break your heart [dallasstars]

[thefirstisopod]

Ts is so ahh but i hope yall still like it

[loganslowdown4]

*5 mins before*

Logan: Virgil, do you know a humourous meme I could reenact for Lesbian Visibility Week?

Virgil: Uh I mean the only one I can think of is Let’s Go Lesbians, but-

Logan: *hands him his phone* Perfect. You’re filming. Downstairs.

Virgil: …

[ssslimyboy]

Virgil: Roman, what are you doing?

Roman, lying on the floor in a patch of sunlight: I'm doing hot girl shit.

Virgil:

(one hour later)

Patton: ... laying on the floor is a tripping hazard, kiddos.

Roman: Watch where you're stepping if you're so concerned.

Virgil, curled up next to him: Or join us.

(another hour later)

Logan: What the fuck—

Roman, as Patton and Virgil use him as a pillow: Shhhh, nap time.

[hellamorte]

welcome back i can't stop talking about a "green-themed man" and mc's curse, here's what happened in previous episodes: part i, part ii. i was wrong about a couple of things there, but i'm gonna taunt you and reveal it in my next post 😋

anyway let's talk about how leander's protective magic works!! observation #1: when mc touches him for the first time, we see him conjuring a protective (?) spell:

but it doesn't happen the second time??? he just flexes his fingers, and that's it (on the screenshot).

i have a few possible explanations, whichever is up to your liking:

the protective spell is still there: he doesn't need to cast it twice, and it's kind of long acting — plausible, depends on how the magic works in ts universe;

the description of magic is just omitted, but still implied by leander flexing his fingers — the most feasible explanation;

he does cast the spell for the first time, but doesn't do it for the second — questionable, why wouldn't he? he couldn't have forgotten about it (slides before the second touching scene confirm it). the curse can't hurt him anymore? he has it under control (for now?)? i call this possibility questionable because that's kind of galaxy brain storytelling, but who knows right? i find this detail quite fascinating 👀

the spell wasn't protective at all, it was just some trick to manipulate mc into revealing the curse's nature — while i personally don't buy it, i felt the need to point it out, considering leander-is-already-dead theories — the spell would be like a poultice for a dead man, as they say in my native tongue 😈

observation #2: we see a flash of magic across his palm only. does it protect his whole body or just a part of it? looks like the latter is not true, since mc is freely touching his forearm and his face, but i feel the need to point it out as well .

anyways what do you think about this 👁

[twosidedcherrytrees]

Day 6 of drawing Teruhashi! My interests are mixing and it's all of your guys's problem now

My reasoning for this pair being friends is uh. Would it not be really really really funny

^ original

[lenscoat]

forever afraid to google names of characters from the books i like and see "death" before i've even finished the book

[radioactive-yuri]

dr. emile picani, the man that you are. barely canon. autistic as fuck. only talks about cartoons. says shit like "zoinks!" unironically while on the clock. sleeps in the nude. midwestern