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Words: 5139 (I’m so sorry mobile users

Pairing: LAMP

Warnings: Virgil says a couple swears but besides that there’s none

Summary: Virgil starts to have a crush on Roman, Logan, and Patton but doesn’t have the nerve to talk to them; He just shows up to all of their high school events. Roman, Logan, and Patton all notice the cute boy in the back of the room.

@chemically-inbalanced-romance  @lamp-calm-sanders

It started in eighth grade.  One of Virgil’s teachers offered extra credit to go see the school’s fall musical.  Virgil thought it’d be an easy way to get extra points, and if he sat in the back corner maybe he could get away with getting on his phone.  So on Friday night he found himself in the back corner seat of the stuffy school auditorium with his hoodie up trying to ignore the crowds of people.

The theater teacher went to the front of the stage and said the usual speech of how proud she was of the actors and how well they’ve done, etc.  Virgil took a deep breath and calmed down as the crowds of people dissipated and went to find their seats, and thankfully none of them sat too close to him.  The lights dimmed as Virgil slouched back in his seat, fiddling with his hoodie string.

It started out fine, he guessed.  It was as good as you could expect from middle school actors.  He wanted to get on his phone but was worried about getting caught, so he just focused on twisting his hoodie strings through his fingers.  But then that kid from his history class - Roman? - came on stage.  Virgil didn’t care too much at first.  Roman was always loud and flamboyant and the only interaction he’d ever had with him was that time he accidentally ran into Virgil’s desk and knocked his book off.  After an apology too long for Virgil’s taste, he had went back to his group of equally obnoxious friends.

Depending on the ship you can capitalize on different parts of each of their personalities.

Like, they’re so different from ship to ship.

Prinxiety, Virgil is a little more adventurous, Roman is able to be softer and more mellow.

Logicality, Logan gets more feelsy and Patton calms down more.

Analogical, they are very much how they act in a normal video, mellow and quiet while still being there and caring.

Royality, like analogical, they are their hyper happy jumpy selves.

Moxiety, Patton becomes very calming and mellow, complimenting Virgil perfectly.

Logince, Logan is extra and flamboyant, letting Roman bring it out of him.

*rubs hands together* I am so ready to write about selective-mutism Virgil.

Why not throw a little Chromesthesia Roman into the mix?

Books Can Wait

Pairing: Prinxiety (and some background Logicality)

Warnings: Some anxiety. And fluff.

Title: Of Playgrounds and Proms

Word Count: 8329

Summary: High School AU. Nobody but Patton and Logan know that Roman and Virgil are dating. The night of their prom, Roman thinks back on his relationship with Virgil, and later finds himself with a decision to make. Romantic Prinxiety with a side of Logicality.

Warnings: fluff, angst, closeting, getting outed, homophobia, kissing, panic attacks, parental neglect, cursing, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: This was supposed to be a single scene, friends. Just one. It is now my longest Sanders Sides fic. Go figure. Shout-out to @creativenostalgiastuff  for her help and encouragement through the long process of writing this. It might be really bad, tbh, but I’m kind of tired of working on it and reading it, so… here ya go. ^u^ Editing done by yours truly. All mistakes are mine.

Tags: @helloisthisusernametaken, @ren-allen, @lizaelsparrow, @princelogical, @random-pianist, @ravenclawicecream, @erlenmeyertrash, @milomeepit, @at-least-seven-pretty-potatoes, @rileyfirstname, @pinkeasteregg, @sassy-in-glasses, @vigilantvirgil, @generalfandomfabulousness, @lacrimosathedark, @thepoolofthedead, @monikastec, @heir-of-the-founders, @yourworstnightmare999, @artistictaurean, @kanejandkruge, @cdragontogacotar, @candiukas, @damienswifeolicitydallysgirl, @angst-patton, @savingshae, @ethospathoslogan, @pastel-patton123

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“Patton, would you just hold still? I don’t want to accidentally stick you,” Logan Sanders says as he holds the lapel of his boyfriend’s gray tux, attempting to put a pin through the stem of the boutonniere: a light blue rose and baby’s breath. It compliments Patton’s white tux shirt and blue bow tie.

Patton Foster grins, his eyes bright and happy behind his thick glasses frame. “Sorry, Lo,” he says.

Logan finishes pinning the flowers to his lapel and gives his boyfriend of two years a fleeting, soft smile. He takes a step back, smoothing the front of Patton’s suit jacket before giving him a satisfied nod. Patton laughs and grabs his tie—matching Patton’s bowtie in color despite the fact that the rest of his suit and tux shirt were black—and kisses him.

Roman Prince—in a white suit with a gold vest and tie—smiles at the exchange from where he stands leaned up against the entryway to the living room.

“Get a room,” says a familiar voice coming up behind Roman. Virgil Shea moves to stand beside him, his arms just barely grazing Roman’s. It’s enough to send a flutter through his stomach. Virgil looks… exquisite, if Roman is being honest. Black tux jacket and a matching vest that lay over a violet shirt and a metallic purple tie.

Virgil’s hands ghost over Roman’s, their fingers entwining for a moment. Roman feels a familiar warmth in his chest at the touch. He remembers when they first met.

Person A: See this? It’s my ‘I don’t give a fuck’- face.

When I hear people say that they ship Dipper and Mable together

When I hear people say that they ship Tadashi and Hiro together

When I hear people try to justify incest shipping by saying “I can ship whatever I want”, “It’s fictional!” and “They love each way too much to be just brother and sister.”

Incest shipping in general

(You can read most of them on my ao3)

COMPLETED:

My FBI Agent (Logicality): Logan is Patton’s FBI Agent 

Full Moon (Analogical): //inspired with punk! Logan and emo! Virgil// Logan and Virgil meet for the first time in 13 years

The Punk Boy Case (Analogical): roommate au featuring punk! Logan and emo! Virgil

Two bullets and three shots (Prinxiety): Soulmate au in which Virgil is exclusive serial killer and Roman is raising Broadway star

Adjusting facts (Prinxiety):  Don’t you love it when you’re making out with your boyfriend and your mum video-calls you?

The train story (Prinxiety): //from messed-up prompt//: There’s a snowstorm and Virgil and Roman are stuck in the train. 

Lucky (Prinixety): //prompt: lucky// a story about how unlucky Roman is

The troubles with Sleep (Sleepxiety): Virgil has problems with Sleep(ing)

Hotel in NYC (platonic/familial Logince): Roman wants to apologize.

And were they soulmates? (Logince): tooth-rotting fluffy logince

Secret (Moxiety): prompt I could kiss you right now, very fluffy

The Dreamcatcher (Remy/Sleep’s angst): In which we learn a little bit about Remy’s job.

Virge (mtf Virgil): Turns out that “Virge” isn’t shorter form of “Virgil”

The Perfectionist (Roman’s angst): Roman’s room hides many secrets.

Princess (Roman-centered fic): Roman has a dog.

Agony (Roman-centered fic): Roman in da bath

Disney boy (Prinxiety NSFW): Basically… one-night stand.

SHORT-FICS:

Is it over? (no ship just Virgil): Thing takes place soon after Can LYING Be Good; Virgil has a demon in his room to fight (also Deceit tw)

Fading (LAMP): what happens to the sides when the host dies.

WIPs:

Apathy (dark!Roman): A story about how Roman turned dark.

      - Wrecked Coronation (part 1)

      - Twirling Spirits (part 2)

      - Poisoned (part 3)

Collapsing Star (one-sided moxiety, logicality, eventual prinxiety): Roman after years comes back to his hometown to find out that his friends are nursing 19 years old boy. Chapter: 1   2   3   4   5   6   7  8

Angst Next Door (prinxiety): all types of trigger warnings, this fic won’t make it on tumblr because… safety issues

Dan drank more of the wine he had been given as a birthday present, and Phil was reading through the liveshow chat. “’Where’s Dan?’ Dan is here. He’s just… browsing?”

“I’m watching your liveshow, Philly,” he said with a giggle. “You’re looking right spiffy.”

“Alright, whatever,” said Phil, rolling his eyes and chuckling. “Katie says ‘How are you?’ I’m good! I went grocery shopping today and I saw a woman who was taking a chihuahua around in a pram- sorry, a stroller- and she just looked at me like I was the weird one. It was so weird, she was like- Dan?”

Dan had scooted into the view of the camera and smiled tipsily. “Hello,” he said, giggling as the chat rushed by. “M’not drunk.”

“You’re so drunk.”

“M’not!” he protested, before giggling again. “Philly, you look so much better with a quiff.”

“Dan, not now,” he said softly, pushing him away slightly. 

“Did you guys know,” said Dan drunkenly, taking the laptop away from Phil, “that Phil is going up north without me?”

“Dan!”

“He’s leaving-” Dan hiccupped, then sighed. “He’s leaving without me. I’m gonna be all alone… I’ll have to leave all the lights on because I can’t-” (hic) “- push him in front of the murderer…”

“Dan, that’s enough,” said Phil evenly. “It’s time for you to get some water instead of that wine, hmm?”

“Shut up, Phil,” said Dan sulkily. He looked around, before giggling, grabbing a large candle off a table nearby. “Phil, you should-” (hic) “- you should stick this up your a-”

“Okay, Dan, I think that’s enough talking to the audience while you’re drunk,” said Phil loudly, drowning out Dan’s words and talking over him. “You should get some rest.”

“How am I meant to sleep when you’re not there with me?” he whined, and Phil opened his mouth in shock. 

“Dan, I’m livestreaming!” he hissed, and Dan just laughed. 

“Not like they don’t know,” he slurred, and Phil glanced at his laptop, before saying, “Alright guys, stream’s over!” and slamming his laptop shut. “Oh my God, Dan! We’re going to drive them into a frenzy! What’ve you done?!”

Dan simply chuckled, turning off the TV and putting down the bottle of wine. “I just wanted you to myself.”

“You- wait, why aren’t you drunk anymore?”

“I never was, babe,” said Dan, pouring a tiny bit of the ‘wine’ into a glass. It was…

“Water?”

“Yep. I had that wine last week. I just wanted to hang out with you instead of you doing a liveshow.”

“This could have such bad repercussions-”

“I don’t care,” said Dan with a laugh, before leaning up and kissing him. “I love you, nerd.”

“You’re an idiot. But I love you more.”

*If you don’t have a stamp, reverse your destination and return addresses. The post office will deliver it to the return address for free

*One bag of garbage from a McDonald’s dumpster has hundreds of receipts in it, each of which has a survey. Submit each one for lots of free food

*Holding a cell phone to your ear justifies loitering. This aids in public urination, dumpster diving, stalking, trespassing, etc

*If you’re going to plagiarize, plagiarize something in a foreign language. Use a translator and spend a few minutes touching up the results.

*If they have free refills, save your cup. Next time you eat there, your drink is free.

*A plastic coffee stir stick can fool any push in coin acceptor that loads the coins on edge. Just insert stir stick, push the mechanism forward until you feel the stick hit a bump, push the bump down with the stick and push the mech all the way in

*If you look like you know what you’re doing, no one will bother you.

*When lying, always include something slightly embarrassing, or something that makes you look bad, as part of your story. It’s not only going to disarm their skepticism (admitting to something embarrassing gives an impression of humility), but even if they remain skeptical, they’ll be left wondering why you would make something up that you’d rather keep secret if it were true

*Using Clorox or any bleach will turn the red/pink liquid detection dot on electronic devices back to white so they replace them under warranty

* “A drug dealer in DC taught me to pick my nose if the police are staring at me. No one picks their nose if they think someone is watching them, so it’s the ultimate way of being nonchalant.”

* "I learned that you can get into almost any special event by wearing a chef coat. Even just carrying one and walking like you know where you’re going will work every time. Most people don’t want to look stupid by asking you who you are.“ 

* "My go to missing work call was never “I’m sick”, it was “Family problems”. They never questioned it, it’s vague enough and embarrassing enough that nobody ever asks.“ 

*As part of the employee training at Target, they teach you that if a customer argues over a price, and the full price is under $20, to just give it to them for whatever price they claim. It’s cheaper for the company to move on to the next customer than to call in a price check.

*Put a rolled up sock in the change slot on a vending machine, come back back 4 days later….and pull sock….you will be 6-ish dollars richer.

*If it’s a small lie, like who farted or who put the empty milk carton in the fridge, I’ll tell a terrible lie. I’ll not be able to hold a straight face, contradict myself, basically suck at lying.Now everyone I know thinks I can’t tell a lie to save my life. So when I really need a big lie, I nail it every time. No one ever suspects me when I lie straight faced.

*Bring crutches to an airport. Bypass every line (including boarding) and you are chauffeured to your gate the second you pass through security.

*Make up a secret to share with someone- they may open up and share far more valuable real secrets.

*Here’s a classic. Drive over to your 7/11 of choice. Fill up a Slurpee and drop some candy bars in that bitch. Make sure the candy bars aren’t showing. Cover the Slurpee and pay for it. Free Snickers bitch.

*I tell everyone i’ve never done any drugs. Suddenly everyone offers me cocaine, ecstasy, pot, lsd. I think i’ve had $200 worth of drugs each weekend for free.Same with liquor. “Im not drinking tonight” BOOM! Everyone gives me booze. Its like everyone wants to break your integrity as soon as you tell them you are not doing whatever they are doing.

*If you need to cash from an ATM and its not a large amount, buy a 5 cent piece of gum from a gas station that has the cash back option. Its cheaper than a $3 charge

*Act less intelligent than you really are. Acting stupid can get you out of some tricky situations. Feigning ignorance is way better than admitting you knew better but did it anyway. My old man used to say ‘It is easier to beg forgiveness than ask for permission’…sometimes it’s true.

*Every time I fly, when I land I’ll pen a little complaint to the airline that flew me. You know, I’ll come up with something like “oh, they denied me a drink! Oh, the food wasn’t vegetarian!” Whatever miscellaneous hogwash potpourri comes to my crazy brain. And like clockwork, within a business day, they’re reimbursing me with a $50 voucher, a $100 voucher, I can sell that on the secondary market.

*I’ve always had a lot of success in shutting nosy people up by blaming any personal issue on allergies. Crying from a panic attack? Allergies giving me puffy eyes. What’s that mysterious pill I’m taking? Allergy meds. Why am I acting spaced out/hungover/tired? Allergies meds making me drowsy.

Brendon + The Pride Flag