The Lives Of The Nonexistant

The closer you look, the less you'll actually see. Pay no attention to the being behind the keyboard

[sandersidess]

Virgil leans his head back as he laughs with the fellow businessman, sitting on the arm of the couch, delicately holding a champagne glass. He could feel eyes on him, smile appearing on his lips as he sips on his glass, letting out a small hum as he was fed a strawberry. He looks over to his side and sees his partner in the shadows, a grin appearing now on his face. He crosses his legs, letting the scum businessman wrap an arm around his waist.

He lets out another hum, tapping twice on his champagne glass and looks at his partner. He places a lip on his finger, making sure he’s silent. He taps under his eye and looks down, nodding and sees him pull out a gun.

[makeshift-divinity]

[Tw: Mentions of death, thievery, child molestor

If theres more please let me know]

The lights in the room went out as everyome started to panic. One gun shot rang out in the open room, Virgil only jumping slightly at the noise, but knowing his logical side would take that into account. The lights flickered back on as a scream rang out. The slimey buissiness man, who less than 30 seconds ago was touching up Virgil, now lay dead on the floor, blood leaking from a hole in his fat head.

"Oh my gosh, I need to call the police!" He turned his head only to lock onto baby blue eyes he was so familiar with. The curly haired man quickly dialed on his phone, walking out of the room to be able to talk, a small smile flashing across the fatherly figure's face. Virgil saw Logan follow Patton out, also on his phone, as were many others. He watched his logical counterpart walk calmly out of the room, suit jacket already off his shoulders and over his arm. Virgil looked down at the body. He had to act now. He lurched his shoulders foward before throwing a hand to his mouth.

"I think im going to be sick..." he puffs out his cheek as a man tells him where the bathroom is. Of course he already knows. They've been casing the house for weeks. He quickly runs out of the room, runing into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He opens the window, watching as a car pulls up, the window rolling down to reveal a gorgeously tanned, princely face.

"Hello there tall, dark, and handsome. Jump out of windows oft-" Roman was quickly interupted by a small bag wrapped in a suit jacket hit his face. "Hey! Watch the merchandise!" He scowled and virgil jumped out the window and over the hood of the car, getting into the passenger side. He quickly wiped off any make up that may have been conturing his thin face.

"Im sorry, Princey, but if you were paying attention instead of flirting, you would have seen the jacket flying your way." He smirked and the man next to him made very offended princey noises. Virgil chuckled, picking up the small bag and opened it as they drove off into the street, following a car that was the same exact make and model as theirs, and many other peoples at the party, but this one in front of them held Patton and Logan.

"So, did you get them?" Roman looked over as he changed lanes. Virgil rolled his eyes.

"Of course i got them, what do you take me for, you?"

"That was ome time! I didnt expect there to be an alarm system INSIDE the safe!"

"Yeah whatever you say." He pulled out a wallet, phone, and pocket book that he had slipped off the man's body as he was groping him. He shuttered.

"What's the damage this time?"

"A few ass touches. Not to bad. But i could feel his hand sweat through my pants...and his breath stank." He groaned, as they pulled up to their hide out, wanting to get out of this now forever ruined suit. Before Roman even parked, Virgil was out of the car, only to be tackle-hugged by Patton.

"Virgil you never fail to impress! Im so proud of you!!" Patton giggled happily. A soft pink hue covering Virgil's cheeks.

"You say that every time." He shifts uncomfortably in the hug.

"Well i mean it ever time, kiddo!" He giggles and he backs away, sensing vigil did not want to be touched. He knew how he was.

"Its true. You did very well. I would not have been able to keep my composure with that child molesters hands all over me..." Logan stated as he walked up behind Patton, a hand on his shoulder. Virgil smiled at the man.

"Thankfully you took the shot when you did. I wasn't going to last much longer. And he had the gall to tell me he liked how young i looked!" Virgil threw his hands up and disgust and quickly stipped off his button down shirt and slacks. He had a set of purple pajama pants with bats and a loose black v neck t-shirt in the parking garage and quickly put it on. He was always the bait. The eye candy. The one in the center of the room while Logan waited for the shot, Patton handled the security and electricity and cameras, and Roman took care of the safes. But god damn, some of the people he had to entertain and let touch him. He shivered as he walked into the hide out, which was more like a home than anything, and flopped onto the couch they had in the common room. He felt instantly more comfortable, streching out much like a cat getting ready to sleep, which in fact he was. Logan walked through the door and looked down at the tired man, make up smugged from sweat and lets outa soft chuckle. Logan walked up to him and kissed his head.

"Sleep well, Virgil. You deserve it." He smiles before heading to the kitchen, opening his laptoo and connecting it the the phome Virgil stole to get his bank information. Patton was next through the door, skipping over to Virgil, with the pile of clothes in his hands that Virgil had left in the parking garage. He placed a small peck on his lips before smiling widely.

"Night, Virge! Love ya!" Virgil mumbled a quick 'love you too' before his eye closed. Roman, like always, was last in. Admittedly, he was putting the money and ather important shit he got out of the safes in the house, but still. Virgil pretended to already be asleep, hearing a sigh come from Roman. He walked over to the couch, kneeling next to the thought to be sleeping man before placing an oh so gentle kiss on his lips.

"Good night, my dark prince." Roman walked away before a smile fell on Virgils tired face. A pillow was thrown at him from a Roman who had actually only walked behind the couch. "I KNEW YOU WERE AWAKE YOU FAKER!" Virgil laughed, the stress and anger from the day already forgotten. His three amazing boyfriends all laughed along with him. Morally, what they were doing was wrong, but who they were doing it to, made the actions justified in their heads. And they enjoyed what they did. And they wouldnt change any of it for the world.

It was four lovers against the world

[makeshift-divinity]

((wanted to continue this cause i had some angst ideas >:3))

Virgil’s lungs burned. The smoke from the fire that burned down their house causing him to not be able to breath well. Sprinting full speed probably didn’t help either. He wasn’t sure where his lovers were, but they had a meet up point. they would meet there whenever they could, but they could only wait there two weeks. It was for emergencies only. Emergencies like if someone they killed had people working behind the scenes, and were more powerful, and have found out about them and decided to attack. They heard the alarm a few seconds before the smoke entered the room. They had disarmed the alarms in all the other rooms. They had people waiting outside. He didn’t know who’s blood he saw as they started running. He turned a corner, slipping as it had started raining and puddles have formed. he cursed, scrambling to get up as a foot connected with his back. he fell face down, skidding on the now wet ground. If he survived, that mark would be brutal. He let out a yelp as someone grabbed his hair and pulled him up. 

“well well well. Virgil, I thought that wasss you. The bossss is very mad at you. That pedophile wassss important for hissss plan.” the man spoke, his S’s elongated, much like a snake. Virgil froze, being turned around to face he man with a burn down the left side of his face. A burn that Virgil had caused. Virgil’s face twisted between anger and terror. 

“Dorian....I should have guessed you’d be connected with that asshole. You two must have gotten along well!” he spat the last statement with as much venom he could muster. 

“Oh Virgil, sweet sweet Virgil.” He pulls his hair more, throwing the smaller man to the ground. A piece of glass from the alley jammed itself into his leg as he cried out. “Did you really think we didnt have eyes on you. Two shots were shot out, yet the one aimed for your nerdy boyfriend missed.” he growled lowly. “i dont understand what you see in him.” Virgil scoffed, sitting up, crawing backwards. 

“He’s not you.” Virgil grinned as Dorian’s face grimaces in anger. 

“You ungrateful little..” he took a breath, shaking his head, pulling out his gun. “no matter. they will be taken care of soon. The Boss wants to see you personally. He misses you.” a sinister grin appeared on his malformed face. Virgil spit in it. Dorian screamed in anger, the butt of the gun connecting with the side of Virgils head. 

The world grew black. he hoped his boyfriends wouldnt come looking for him...and that they stayed safe.

((if anyone wants to continue this, please do! :3 ))

[a-gay-panic]

I think I just died a little inside

[xxxthe--nullxxx]

Shadow’s of my Imagination

TW: delusions, psychosis, violence, blood, weapon, fighting

A/N: This story was edited by my lovely co-writer, @darklingduke. If you guys like it, leave a like and reblog!

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The hooded figure dragged his dirtied longsword along the dirt, leaving a damp trail of black mud in its wake. His shoulders heaved as he stepped out of the forest found deep in Thomas’ Imagination. 

Something had been wrong; very wrong. 

All of the sides were graying - their powers and effect on Thomas dwindling. Nothing could go wrong within the mindscape, they’d been so sure of it. 

They all took a trip into the Imagination; safety in numbers they had thought. 

That was what the man could only guess was about two weeks ago. They’d been surrounded instantly, Virgil being grabbed by many of the enemies and taken off to god-knows-where. The remaining Sides all ran into different directions, and he’d yet to see the others since. 

With a wipe of his brow, the figure stopped, looking down at the thick black goop on his blade from the monsters that were attacking Thomas. 

It started as simple hallucinations - seeing things out of the corner of his eyes. But with how Thomas’ brain worked, how the sides worked, simple hallucinations very quickly had the ability to become not-so-simple. 

He could only imagine how Thomas was doing. He had none of his sides at his side to help him though what was probably a very mentally and emotionally painful time. He stood in the middle of what he could only guess used to be a beautiful flower field, considering he was still on Roman’s side of the Imagination. 

The clearing was all dirt and weeds now. 

He hoped Roman was still alive. 

A twig snapped behind him, and he gripped the sword he had found in a village blacksmith. Holding his breath, he listened to the low, guttural sounds that came from the shadow creatures. He brought the sword in front of him, holding it up with two hands, and he quickly spun with the gracefulness of a ballet dancer. 

The beast, who was no more than a few inches behind him was sliced in two, more of the black ooze spraying him and his sword. Soon more growls and snarls occupied the silence, surrounding him. 

He spun around in a circle, a burst of wind knocking his hood off. The logical side huffed, pushing his cracked glasses back up his nose. His face - dirty with smudged ooze and mud - was distinctly more grave than usual. 

He was determined to find Virgil and the others. 

The beasts closed in on him and he huffed, feeling frustration boil up inside him after keeping composed for two long weeks. 

“Come at me, you mother-fuckers! All of you! Do you hear me?!” He screamed toward the gray, cloudy sky as a few raindrops hit his face. “I will kill you all and get my family back!” 

He grit his teeth and swung his blade, pissed at himself now for attracting the attention of any other nearby shadow creatures. His arms ached as he fought, not wincing anymore as the creatures ‘blood’ dirtied him more. 

Logan was getting better at this. 

The group of shadows were dead and soaked up by the ground quicker than even he expected, but he wasn’t done yet. 

The bushes rustled across the field as a much smaller shadow came out into the clearing. But something was different about this one. Instead of standing on four legs like the rest of the shadows did, this one was on two, but it look awkward, like it should be standing on four legs. 

The goop that made up the shadows writhed and pulsed, like it was fighting its nature of what to be. What to do. 

Logan adjusted his glasses once more, readying his sword and squinting at the shadow. He yelled, whether at the shadow or just in general, as he rushed forward. 

Lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating the creature. 

Logan skidded to a stop, sword dropping to the ground with a thud, as his eyes widened in horror. 

The shadow creature had dark purple plaid patches across its body. But more than that, deep inside the creature, was Virgil. 

He seemed to be unconscious, but he was in there. 

Logan held back his vomit at the thought of almost killing the other if that lightning hadn’t struck when it had. Other shadows walked out of the forest where the Virgil-shadow was. 

Roman…Janus…Remus. 

His breath sped up as he could feel himself hyperventilating. 

Patton. 

Patton wasn’t in there. 

That meant he might still be him! 

Logan looked at his friends - his family - feeling his eyes burn with tears. “I will come back for you all. I promise. If I can save you, I will.” 

Each one of his friends’ shadows stepped forward, but their bodies seemed to be fighting against the movement. Logan picked up his muddy sword and took some steps back, not wanting to risk having whatever was happening to them also happen to him. 

“Keep fighting whatever they are doing to you. Please. Don’t die on me.” Logan choked on his tears as his voice cracked. 

He took one last look at his friends as another bolt of lightning illuminated his friends. He swallowed his fear, his worry, his love, for them and turned to go find Patton, hoping they could figure out how to fix this.

[cowboyvirgil]

Closed RP

with @delusions-of-a-psycho

Roman Knight sat in his seat, listening to his psychology professor’s lecture. Well, listening was a bit of an overstatement, but he was giving it a solid effort. He had always had a hard time listening when it came to lectures. He was much better with one-on-one learning, he had learned in high school, but he didn’t really have the option to get that in college. 

With a sigh as he fiddled with his pencil, tapping it against the edge of his notebook, Roman found his attention drifting away from the professor, and towards the Teacher’s Assistant. 

Janus Ripley. 

Roman had had the hots for him since the first day of school, but hadn’t had the balls to approach him. However… Maybe the teacher’s assistant would make the perfect tutor.

[makeshift-divinity]

Logan had heard obnoxious tapping for the past hour. And at this point he was a few taps away from pulling his hair from the side of his head. He'd been working on Thomas' monthly schedual and this insistant tapping was driving him bonkers. He got up, storming out of the room, ready to yell at whoever was tapping, because he knew he would have no inside voice right now, however, walking into the mindscape dinning area, sat a very distraut Virgil and a very conserned Roman and Patton. Virgil's eyes were red and sunken in, hands shaking as he tapped the table, almost like....he froze. Oh. Patton looked up, eyes wide as he got up and grabbed logans wrist, pulling him into another room.

"Lo. Are you okay? Sorry, Virge had a panic attack and this was the only way we could get him to talk. Voices were too loud for him." Pattin smiles sheepishly. "Im sorry if it was annoying."

"You speak to him in morse code. Thats quite brilliant Patton." Patton felt a heat rise to his cheeks.

"Well it was Roman's idea. I spent quite a while learning it. Virgil already knew it some how." Logan's face, that was previously twisted in anger, sofened, a small side smile growing on his face. The tapping outside getting quicker, and more aggressive.

"Well, i will not be getting any more work done with the tapping going on, so i might as well join the conversation." Patton's face glowed as he nodded, pulling the man by the wrist back to the table. The walked in and all logan was able to pick up was a smirking Virgil finishing a sentence with "your mom." Roman growled, tapping back with a new found rage, something rude about virgil stuffed animals in his room. Virgil slammed his hand on the table, standing up.

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"

"Make me." Virgil dove across the table as they started to laugh, wrestling each other to the ground. Patton becoming increasingly worried hurried to break them apart, telling them to be nice. Logan stood back, watching the scene unfold. It was times like this that he didnt mind his work being interupted. Its not like he wasnt ahead of schedual anyway.

[sandersidess]

“Oh, what the fuck is that?” Remus asks as he looks down from the roof, the others looking down as well.

Down was a car covered in lights, a song blasting through their speakers, what seemed like girls walking with masks and carrying some big guns. Nearby, Roman could see another big group walking around and screaming out in what sounded like excitement.

“Sick fucks,” Virgil mumbles and prepares his gun, shaking his head along with Patton as they could those were foreigners.

“Get ready,” Patton says and prepares his gas bombs, sighing softly, “Purge night is about to get bloody.”

“Remember,” Dolos speaks up and pulls back on his rifle, “We only kill to protect, not to let out pent up emotions.”

“And here’s our first one of the night,” Remus sighs and points down his gun, aiming for the mask wearing foreigner who was about to break into their shop.

[makeshift-divinity]

Remus aims his gun, taking the safey off. Roman puts a hand on his brothers shoulder. "Steady." He whispers, all of the men watching in silence as the person below them all reached out to kick the door, but started to convulse. Dolos let out a chuckle, no humor behind it. They had rigged the area around their small little shop with booby traps, and Dolos had a rig set up inside to send electricity pulsing through the door whenever there was weight put on it. Virgil rolls his eyes the the person, still slightly shaking, crawls away. Remus's gun still aimed.

"Put the gun down brother, they are leaving." Remus didn't listen to his brother. He followed the person away with the scope of his gun. Virgil started to shift where he was sitting as all heads turned toward remus in worry.

"Remus, buddy, come on, no need for anything else." Remus fired a shot, a grin on his face. Everyone jumped as they turned to the person who was...still standing. Remus never missed though. Logan was the first to let out a, noise, a nose exhale, as there was a huge man with a machete laying dead next to the now terrified masked person.

"Nice shot, Remus." Logan complemented, adjusting his might vision googles he had rigged up for himself om purge nights. Remus beamed as virgil slapped his shoulder.

"WARN A DUDE NEXT TIME!!" His. Yelking voice muffled by the spider mouth face mask he wore. Patton shuttered and turned, walking toward the middle of the roof, arms wrapped around himself. He tried so hard to block out the screams. Dolos looked up while the others bickered, walking over to the fatherly figure who now sat im the lawn chairs they had set up, curling up with a blanket. He sat next to him, handing him the ipod and earphones.

"Pat, i know you hate it, but keep one out. We dont need a repeat of last year happening." Dolos said softly, placing a hand softly on the others head. Patton smiled softly, before it quickly faded. He had almost gotten killed last year. He was wearing headphones trying to block out the screams and someone had snuck up omto the roof. He still had a large scar on his back to remind him of that.

"I know..." Dolos have the man a small smile.

"Look, all im saying is its that persons own fault for being out on a purge night. She have left her to deal with whatever on her own." Virgil through his hands up, getting his hoodie tighter, pulking his own gun off his back. It must have been time to get supplies.

"You know why we cant do that. We run a safe haven for the injured after the purge. If we let them die out there, we are no better than the people who killed them." Roman crossed his arms, pulling a dramatic devil's mask over his face with a huff.

"Its their own damn fault they-"

"Hey assholes!" Logan who had been trying to get a word in finally yelled, getting everyone's attention. "One, you're upsetting patton, and he's already upset. Two, you've attacted a crowed." Logan had a rifle on a tripod in one hand, and a smoke bomb in the other. "So i suggest you go down and take care of it, before you attract more. And no more fighting! Go get supplies. In and out." He said sternly, eyes never leaving the group of individuals dressed like the grim reaper walked from down the street, masks facing the roof of the shop. Roman's crossed arms dropped as he rolled his neck. Virgil stiffened, grabbing his gun, makimg sure his throwing knives were still around his waist. He looked over at patton who was watching wish sad eyes, body slightly trembling. He walked over, giving pat a small kiss on the head.

"Be careful." He muttered.

"I always am." Virgil smiled back, turning back to roman who held the rope down the back of the building. Ge tossed it over the side and faced towards everyone.

"Time to go be a hero! Tally hoe!" He slid down as virgil watched Logan throw a smoke bomb.

"Be careful guys. It we are gon for more than 2 hours..." he trailed off. Remus looked down solemnly as logan nodded, patton whimpering as he curled closer to dolos, who has not left his side.

"We know. Now go. Clocks ticking." Dolos said, not hinting to his emotions. Virgil nodded, taking a deep breath before jumping off the roof, sliding down the rope. Roman had out on a dramatic costume while down there, looking like a elegant versiom of the masque od red death. Virgil rolled his eyes with a chuckle, putting on the special specs Logan had given him, Roman flicking a switch on his mask. 6 shot rang out as the lights surrounding the area were shot out thanks to logan. They watched the group continue walking in the darkness and virgil gripped his gun, roman his katana.

It was just another Purge. What's the worse that could happen.

[sandersidess]

Virgil leans his head back as he laughs with the fellow businessman, sitting on the arm of the couch, delicately holding a champagne glass. He could feel eyes on him, smile appearing on his lips as he sips on his glass, letting out a small hum as he was fed a strawberry. He looks over to his side and sees his partner in the shadows, a grin appearing now on his face. He crosses his legs, letting the scum businessman wrap an arm around his waist.

He lets out another hum, tapping twice on his champagne glass and looks at his partner. He places a lip on his finger, making sure he’s silent. He taps under his eye and looks down, nodding and sees him pull out a gun.

[makeshift-divinity]

[Tw: Mentions of death, thievery, child molestor

If theres more please let me know]

The lights in the room went out as everyome started to panic. One gun shot rang out in the open room, Virgil only jumping slightly at the noise, but knowing his logical side would take that into account. The lights flickered back on as a scream rang out. The slimey buissiness man, who less than 30 seconds ago was touching up Virgil, now lay dead on the floor, blood leaking from a hole in his fat head.

"Oh my gosh, I need to call the police!" He turned his head only to lock onto baby blue eyes he was so familiar with. The curly haired man quickly dialed on his phone, walking out of the room to be able to talk, a small smile flashing across the fatherly figure's face. Virgil saw Logan follow Patton out, also on his phone, as were many others. He watched his logical counterpart walk calmly out of the room, suit jacket already off his shoulders and over his arm. Virgil looked down at the body. He had to act now. He lurched his shoulders foward before throwing a hand to his mouth.

"I think im going to be sick..." he puffs out his cheek as a man tells him where the bathroom is. Of course he already knows. They've been casing the house for weeks. He quickly runs out of the room, runing into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He opens the window, watching as a car pulls up, the window rolling down to reveal a gorgeously tanned, princely face.

"Hello there tall, dark, and handsome. Jump out of windows oft-" Roman was quickly interupted by a small bag wrapped in a suit jacket hit his face. "Hey! Watch the merchandise!" He scowled and virgil jumped out the window and over the hood of the car, getting into the passenger side. He quickly wiped off any make up that may have been conturing his thin face.

"Im sorry, Princey, but if you were paying attention instead of flirting, you would have seen the jacket flying your way." He smirked and the man next to him made very offended princey noises. Virgil chuckled, picking up the small bag and opened it as they drove off into the street, following a car that was the same exact make and model as theirs, and many other peoples at the party, but this one in front of them held Patton and Logan.

"So, did you get them?" Roman looked over as he changed lanes. Virgil rolled his eyes.

"Of course i got them, what do you take me for, you?"

"That was ome time! I didnt expect there to be an alarm system INSIDE the safe!"

"Yeah whatever you say." He pulled out a wallet, phone, and pocket book that he had slipped off the man's body as he was groping him. He shuttered.

"What's the damage this time?"

"A few ass touches. Not to bad. But i could feel his hand sweat through my pants...and his breath stank." He groaned, as they pulled up to their hide out, wanting to get out of this now forever ruined suit. Before Roman even parked, Virgil was out of the car, only to be tackle-hugged by Patton.

"Virgil you never fail to impress! Im so proud of you!!" Patton giggled happily. A soft pink hue covering Virgil's cheeks.

"You say that every time." He shifts uncomfortably in the hug.

"Well i mean it ever time, kiddo!" He giggles and he backs away, sensing vigil did not want to be touched. He knew how he was.

"Its true. You did very well. I would not have been able to keep my composure with that child molesters hands all over me..." Logan stated as he walked up behind Patton, a hand on his shoulder. Virgil smiled at the man.

"Thankfully you took the shot when you did. I wasn't going to last much longer. And he had the gall to tell me he liked how young i looked!" Virgil threw his hands up and disgust and quickly stipped off his button down shirt and slacks. He had a set of purple pajama pants with bats and a loose black v neck t-shirt in the parking garage and quickly put it on. He was always the bait. The eye candy. The one in the center of the room while Logan waited for the shot, Patton handled the security and electricity and cameras, and Roman took care of the safes. But god damn, some of the people he had to entertain and let touch him. He shivered as he walked into the hide out, which was more like a home than anything, and flopped onto the couch they had in the common room. He felt instantly more comfortable, streching out much like a cat getting ready to sleep, which in fact he was. Logan walked through the door and looked down at the tired man, make up smugged from sweat and lets outa soft chuckle. Logan walked up to him and kissed his head.

"Sleep well, Virgil. You deserve it." He smiles before heading to the kitchen, opening his laptoo and connecting it the the phome Virgil stole to get his bank information. Patton was next through the door, skipping over to Virgil, with the pile of clothes in his hands that Virgil had left in the parking garage. He placed a small peck on his lips before smiling widely.

"Night, Virge! Love ya!" Virgil mumbled a quick 'love you too' before his eye closed. Roman, like always, was last in. Admittedly, he was putting the money and ather important shit he got out of the safes in the house, but still. Virgil pretended to already be asleep, hearing a sigh come from Roman. He walked over to the couch, kneeling next to the thought to be sleeping man before placing an oh so gentle kiss on his lips.

"Good night, my dark prince." Roman walked away before a smile fell on Virgils tired face. A pillow was thrown at him from a Roman who had actually only walked behind the couch. "I KNEW YOU WERE AWAKE YOU FAKER!" Virgil laughed, the stress and anger from the day already forgotten. His three amazing boyfriends all laughed along with him. Morally, what they were doing was wrong, but who they were doing it to, made the actions justified in their heads. And they enjoyed what they did. And they wouldnt change any of it for the world.

It was four lovers against the world

[cowboyvirgil]

Closed RP

With @the-delusions-of-a-system

The fight had gotten the better of him. Roman was afraid to admit it, but he really shouldn’t have started a fight with the other. He wasn’t exactly unarmed, but he definitely had less weapons and preparation than he normally did when he went hunting. 

He had lost this one, he noted in his head as his vision darkened, the feeling of his blood dripping down his neck as the vampire sloppily drank from him. He couldn’t hold onto consciousness much longer. There was only so much he could do to fight. 

He had to let go, he admitted, as his eyes shut for what he just knew was going to be the last time. 

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

“Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again.”

“Sure, you can use me as a pillow.”

“I’d come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I will be there.”

“Can you walk? I’d be happy to carry you.”

“This is not who you are. I know you better than that.”

“I know, it hurts. I’m so sorry, but we have to get this out.”

“You can hold my hand.”

“The nightmares are just an illusion. I’m really here.”

“Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“It’s okay to be afraid sometimes.”

“Just keep breathing. In and out. You’re doing great.”

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

“It’s alright. I’m not going to let go.”

“Show me where it hurts.”

“If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.”

“You can go to sleep now. I will keep watch.”

“Hey, listen to me. You’re safe. Nothing is going to hurt you.”

“I want you to know that it’s okay to cry.”

“Take all the time you need.”

“If you feel safer with me being there, you know I will always be there.”

“Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

“They won’t take you away from me ever again.”

“You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer.”

“Don’t let your fears dictate your life.”

“I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly.”

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[xxxthe--nullxxx]

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[darklingduke]

Closed Rp

@the-delusions-of-a-system

(Info: Patton = Freddy (both)

Logan = Bonnie (both)

Roman= Chica (both)

Remus = Foxy (both)

Janus = Player 2 (me)

Virgil = Player 1 (you))

Janus jolted in surprise, his heart leaping up into his throat as he barely suppressed the rather embarrassing squeak that left his mouth when he turned on the light in the hallway only to see the indigo rabbit animatronic standing immediately in the hallway. “Damn it,” he murmured, immediately closing the door. He hated having the door closed - he didn’t want to be using up any more power than necessary.

He heard a snort from Remus on one end of the discord call that currently entertained his group of friends. It wasn’t often all six of them were able to get on a call together, with their scheduling conflicts, but he always looked forward to them. Even if it was only him and Virgil actually playing the game.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes.

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Hurt/Comfort Prinxiety

((Someone in my discord asked me for some hurt/comfort headcanons and they were so fluffy i wanted to share them.))

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Hurt/Comfort Intrulogical

Someone in my discord server asked for another hurt/comfort, so here ya go! 

If you want more headcanons about anything Sanders Sides related, shoot me an ask

For those of you who sent me an ask recently, i am getting to them I promise! 

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song: Karma by AJR

Words: 173

Pairing: None

Warnings: Food mentioned, Sad patton, Patton being ignored, ducking out, crying

Patton held a light blue tupperware towards Roman, his favorite Pasta inside, Smile wide across his face. 

“Popstar, you know I’m watching my figure right now. Don’t you ever listen?” 

“Oh...Sorry, Ro.” Patton’s smile faltered. 

Patton bounded into Logan’s study, smile on his face. 

“Lo-Lo! I have a question about Thomas’ Schedule an-”

“Patton! Can’t you see I’m busy right now?!” Logan spat, not looking up from the pile of script papers he was proofreading. 

“Oh...I’m sorry Logan.” His voice wavered. 

Patton say Virgil walking down the hall, headphones in, bobbing his head to the music. 

“Virgie!! How ar-” 

“Not now, Pat.” Virgil muttered, quickly escaping into his room. Patton’s smile was nonexistent now. 

Patton sat on his bed, all he wanted to do was be in the others lives. He tried everything they liked, everything they wanted. He tried to be so good, but karma was apparently not on his side. With tears falling from his eyes, and a small quack, he ducked out, leaving the others alone, just like they wanted.

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Well we have a drabble or two, but our fic isnt up yet.

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song: Mr Loverman by Ricky Montgomery

Words: 100

Pairing: Implied Logicality, implied Logince

Warnings: Angst, alcohol use, crying, breakup

Patton stumbled down the hallway, towards his room, bottle of vodka spilling slightly as he catches himself on his room’s doorframe. With a small hiccup, he fell into his room, bottle falling to the floor, emptying the rest of its contents onto the fuzzy pale blue carpet. The tears were falling before he even realized he was crying. Logan was gone. Probably watching some documentary with Roman, cuddling on his couch. Logan wasn’t Patton’s anymore. His lover was gone for good. Patton cried out into the now mostly empty apartment, woeful sobs echoing through the rooms. He missed his lover.

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Send me fake fic titles/songs!

I need something to write, but don’t have any inspiration!

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I Think You’re Really Cool (Song fic)

I rewrote a ficlet i did a while back if anyone is interested!

Words:  1069

Tw: self harm, drug usage, crying, angst, unrequited love

“Hey it’s-it’s-it’s me again. I-uh-I wanted to call you and show you this song that I’m working on but- uh- I guess you’re- I guess you’re busy, so just call me back when you get a chance. I-yeah. I love you. Bye.” Beep- The voicemail on Virgil’s phone ends. 

Virgil’s sweater was wet with tears, making the already dark fabric even darker. Laughter from down the hall echoed through his head as he sobbed into the darkness of his room. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Roman and Virgil used to be close. Have weekly movie nights after work, smoke pot out on the fire escape, talk about their dreams and their hopes. Talk about wanting to just travel the world with nothing but the clothes on their backs and the money in their wallets. Talk about how They wanted to grow old with someone. Those nights were when Virgil fell in love with his princely roommate more and more. Yes, Virgil could easily admit to himself that he loved his roommate of 4 years. It was admitting it to Roman that was the issue, and that issue caused him to miss his chance. Virgil has caught Roman and Logan, one of his best friends, tangled in a make out session on the couch a few months back. The sight was enough to make him freeze in his tracks. The tears fell before he even realized he was crying. Running to his room he figured it would be just another one night stand, but the next morning Logan was still here. Then the next week. Then the week after that, then the next month. This wasn’t just a fling. Roman was happy with him. Virgil’s arms and thighs became covered in scars and scabs, his long hair changed color every other day. Slowly Virgil stopped coming out of his room, his and Roman’s movie night becoming nonexistent as the other replaced it with his and Logan’s movie night.

`Roman’s laughter echoed from down the hall again and brought Virgil back to his painful reality. His heart ached knowing he was happy with someone else. He couldn't take it anymore. With tears blurring his vision he stood up. Grabbing a backpack and stuffing clothes and cash and anything else he deemed important to take with him. He zipped up his bag and turned to his desk, pausing to look at its contents. Strewn across the desk was a multitude of papers, on them, lyrics and music notes. He was working up the nerve to tell Roman how he felt all those months ago, and for someone as dramatic as him, it needed to be special. With a shuttered breath, he crumpled the papers up and tossed them into the waste bin. He picked up a pen to write a note, eyeing the other object on the desk. A white bear with a red ribbon tied around its neck. Roman had been the only person there for him when his mother died. The only person to comfort him. To worry about him. He gave him this stuffed white bear with a hand-written note saying “Sorry about your mom”. It had made Virgil laugh for the first time in weeks. He wrote his note, folding it and putting For Roman on the front. Picking up the bear, he placed it on the dark bed with the note taped to it. Taking the ribbon, he ties up his long hair, and starts to walk out his bedroom door. He looks back, the white bear standing out in his dark room. Before he let anymore tears fall, he grabbed his motorcycle helmet from the table by the door. Hearing one more laugh from Roman, along with a small, deep one from Logan, he heads out the door. Reaching the garage, swinging a leg over his black and purple bike, he starts it up, taking one one last look up at Romans window, seeing the silhouettes of two people cuddling on the bed, watching something on the tv. With a breath, he rides off, seeing where the wind will take him. 

Roman was starting to worry. It had been 3 days since Virgil had been home. He had tried calling, but was sent straight to voicemail every time. He was never one to invade the others' privacy, but he loved the other in every meaning of the word. Virgil never seemed interested in him, so he pushed down those feelings for the emo and began seeing other people. But those feelings were still there, and they were turning into worry, which is how Roman ended up in Virgil’s empty room. The drawers on the dresser were open, and half the clothes were missing. The closet was mostly empty, not that virgil had that many clothes to begin with. His eyes trailed along the room, catching sight of the white bear on the dark bed, such a contrast for the dark room. He knew exactly what the bear was, and made a note of the bow missing. He sat on the bed, grabbing the note that the bear seemed to be holding for him, some of the words smeering with tears. 

“I packed my bags, and i’m skipping town and chase our dreams. I will send my part of the rent still, but I will not be coming back. I don’t know where I'll end up, but i with you the best. It hurt to see you happy with someone who wasnt me, cause i think you’re really cool. Like I might love you. I Have never been able to tell you. Until now, when I’m not there. Pathetic huh?” 

New tears stained the page, smearing the ink more as Roman clutched the paper to his chest. He would sleep in Virgil’s room from that night on. He wouldn’t break up with Logan, he needed the distraction, but it wouldn't be as passionate as it once was. Logan would notice. Logan would break up with Roman. Roman would be alone. Virgil would be alone. Wishing to be together, but not knowing whether it would happen. Roman would try to call Virgil often, leaving desperate voicemails, but never getting a reply, but that would never stop him. 

Roman would keep the bear in his arms anywhere he was in the house, and Virgil only ever tied his hair with the red ribbon. Their last connection to each other. 

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I’m in a Manic State of Writing

so please! send me fake titles, prompts, and songs! Ships or one person! angst preferred, but all welcomed!!!! 

Will either be Sanders sides Related!