What If When Virgil Was A Kid His Eyeshadow Was Almost Fully Purple (childhood Innocence And All That

I have to agree. Ouch.

Sing|Day 6 of Deceitmber

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Notes: I thought about a happy ending...if you guys ask for it, maybe I'll write it.

Ships: Familial Anxceit, platonic Dukeceit (briefly mentioned)

"Sing to me," Anxiety said as he flapped his hoodie sleeves, plopping down on Deceit's bed across from the older side.

"Of course." Deceit smiled and Anxiety laid down, his head on the other's lap. He was only 7 at the time, while Deceit was 18.

-

Anxiety sighed heavily, knocking on Deceit's door.

"Dee?"

"Definitely don't come in." Anxiety smiled slightly, but it faded quickly. He opened the door, stepping inside and shutting it behind him. Deceit lounged in his bed in silk pajamas, black with yellow trim. "What can I-"

"Sing to me?" Anxiety blurted, his cheeks going red when he realized he interrupted Deceit. The 16 year old toed at the floor, glancing away.

Deceit cocked his head, smiling softly.

"Of course, Anx."

-

"Dee," Anxiety clung to Deceit, suddenly feeling small despite being an adult, "Dee, they- they hate me- I-"

"Anx," Deceit ran his hand through Anxiety's hair like he had a million times before, soft and understanding and everything he needed right now, "calm down. Maybe they do, but I don't. Remus doesn't either. Alright?"

"...alright," Anxiety agreed, taking a deep breath, "sing to me?" Deceit smiled, blissfully unaware of the fact that this would be the last time he'd be asked to do this.

"Of course."

-

Deceit fixed his hat, bracing himself before stepping into the room.

"Hello Anxiety."

"Virgil, actually."

Oh.

"Ah. You told them your name before me?" He asked, a bit of his hurt seeping into his tone.

"Duh." Virgil looked annoyed with him- no, more than that. He looked angry, like he wanted him gone. Deceit knew their fight was bad, and that he'd...left them, but... "Do you want something or could you do me a favor and leave?"

Deceit blinked, heart aching.

"...of course."

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Day 16: insect

Lil something from the guardians au 💜🕷

Don’t you hate when you’re trying to intimidate your intellectual rival but he keeps flirting with you?? smh

what do you mean they weren’t in the last episode

Him 🥺

Happy 4th Anniversary Sanders Sides 🎉 it has been over a year since I discovered Sanders Sides and my love for the series keeps growing I wanna thank @thatsthat24 and his team for creating such an amazing story with wonderful characters and overall bringing me tons of joy :]

Yup!

I miss kingxiety

I want some kingxiety please

Please give it to me, steal my credit card or something, please

Day 22: Dukexiety

@tsshipmonth2020

Day 22:  When you close your eyes, you can see what your soulmate sees.

Content warnings: Sleep deprivation/what could be considered insomnia, food mentions, energy drinks, parental abuse, drunk abuse, mentioned anxiety attack, physical altercation, dissociating, school security, maybe PTSD?

Word count: 3.5k 

For as long as Remus could remember, he’d hated sleeping. 

At some points it got so bad he couldn’t function. Falling asleep at the breakfast table before violently jolting awake, asking his mother or teacher to repeat things four or five times until it finally clicked that they were asking if he was okay, staring off into space for what felt like a couple minutes, only to learn that it was several hours later and he’d missed dinner. Roman had gotten used to his twin’s habit of losing sleep, and although it never ceased to worry him, it became more of a given thing that if Remus forgot to do his chores, it was (most of the time) an accident. He’d walk into their shared room and snap his fingers in his face a few times, ask if he wanted dinner until Remus finally understood, and then help him stumble downstairs. 

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Remus: I mean, small animals are way more vicious. It’s because their anger has way less space to be bottled up in.

Logan: That’s ridiculous. Give me one example of this.

Patton: Spiders.

Janus: Wasps.

Roman: Virgil.

I have prinxiety brain rot

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