Did A Live Stream With A Friend And Drew Roman And Virgil As Sans N Papyrus 🤣

Here’s something else I made, Reblog if you are anti maps

I don't have a sofa and when I do get to sit on one it's either I'm upsidedown or not on the f-ing sofa

The Main 6 sit on a sofa.

I can relate it's just fluff itself

Can I just say that the thought of the others calling Verge “angel” makes me want to cry from happiness

Out of everyone in the house, who kills/gets rid of the bugs?

Six Trillion Years and a Month

(Yes, that title is based off of the vocaloid song "A Tale of Six Trillion Years and a Night")

T.w(s): Characer death, no happy ending, injuries, a brief mention of the coronavirus going around (like one sentence)

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A small splash of a small stone into the lake could only be heard by the forest, and a small boy.

It would be followed by birds chirping their sweet songs, and a wistful breeze as the sun rose above the treetops.

The woods were huge, that was obvious. They took up most of the land that the village owned, and they were all too loving and kind to chop it all down.

Good. The boy liked that.

He had been given many names in the past, either from families or legends. Although, he was settling with the name Virgil for now. Or, Vee for short, he guessed.

People knew he existed, he was a citizen of the kingdom just like everyone else. That was not good.

The reason for that being was the village elders being able to recall conversations and moments that they had had with the boy ever since they were kids themselves. So, sadly, his identity and appearance had been changed a few hundred times.

This made people doubt that he was the 15-year-old adolescent he had claimed to be for, literally, eons. Six thousand, actually.

At first, Virgil considered himself to be blessed. That was understandable. It made it a lot easier to block out that the fact he was in no way, shape, or form, human.

He himself didn't even know if he was an animal. Although, when he thought about it, he realised that he sounded stupid.

Well, it was safe to say that Vee was secretly old, very old.

When doing a calculation or two, maybe even older than the universe.

Let's not have an existential crisis about multiverses and al that jazz, and accept that this child was 6 trillion years old.

He is immortal, anyway.

Technically, he was still 15. He had completely stopped aging when he reached the specific age, when his entire family died on his birthday.

Even though he wasn't able to be harmed in almost anyway, and unable to die, that didn't save him from the psychological torture of watching all of the human friends he had somehow obtained dying in front of him.

To him, an average human's 79 year lifespan was a flash of time. So small that he had to physically stop himself from recoiling when one if his teachers told him.

Realizing he'd spaced out remembering the last 6 trillion years completely clearly, the boy decided to head down to the market. Maybe there would be come interesting things on sail.

Virgil had been on earth for around 2,000 years, and the knowledge and morality of humans still amazed him till this very day.

Adjusting the wooly hat on his head and opening his wooden basket, the ancient being's eyes sparkled at the little jewels and trinkets inside. Along with the huge stash of pure golden coins, and a credit card. (Of course, there was a wallet too, but I hope you could guess that.

Vee had never stolen anything for a long time. The last time the hands of the man had taken something that wasn't his as his own was some food his dad had made, when he was still alive.

Every single coin and piece of jewellery was earned by continuous hard work in all different types of jobs over the last two millennia. That was one of his only weaknesses, fatigue. No breathing, food, heat, sleep, or water needed. Although he still used and did all of those things, as they made him feel alive. It was also to stop the suspicions of the mortals living alongside him.

Closing the basket and making his way back to the town, he checked the time on his phone (he was lucky to be able to figure the technology out quickly).

Thu 19 March, 2020.

Well, that helped plummet him back into reality. About the corona thing and all that.

Walking along the trail back into the village took about 5 minutes, and it wasn't like he was complaining. It was a little sunny for once.

That didn't mean it wasn't chilly, sadly.

Even though he was older than the predicted age of the Universe, it didn't mean he knew everything. This was vivid when his eyes didn't catch the shadowy figure hiding behind a tree with a camera.

Though, he would soon. And by soon, I mean a month.

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This was the angsty Virgil centric I was talking about, I hope you like it!

Words: 788

(When/if I make this a whole fic, it'll be so much more angsty)

I was playing with a few friends until suddenly one of them started lagging so bad it resulted into this 😭 and then one of them decided to turn it into an edit

Spider!Virgil? Butterfly!Virgil?

Why not both?

[That is vry pretty thank you]

Steel Type with the appearance of a bird like ferret, I love it but the type is a bit hard to imagine on that since these two are basically floofy in my mind

pokèmonize yourself!!!!

spin this wheel to see your pokemon type

spin this one to see how you'll look like

Yet another video of me and my friends messing around -v-