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Oh my GODDDD BORNFORGREATNESS BONUS 4 IM ACTUALLY SO VIOLENTLY ILL GHOST HUG GHOSTHUG GHOST HUG he was so GEBTLE MY EYES ARE PROJECTILE VOMITING TEARS THIS CHAPTER IS EVERYTHING TO ME IT IS MY WHOLE WORLD YOU DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND IT'S ARURGHHHHHH lmao love how Logan knew IMMEDIATELY ITS SO FUNNY HE'S LITERALLY THE FIRST ONE TO FIGURE IT OUT ITS SO ON BRAND AND LISTEN I KNOW NOBODY WANTS ME TO WAIL OVER LOGAN AGAIN IM SORRY BUT HRHRRRUHRURUEUUEUEUEUEUE HES SO FATHER FIGURE IM WAILING MOVIE TIMES AND CUDDLES :(((( HE MOVES TO A SPOT AUTOMATICALLY TO TAKE PICTURES IM ILL. LOGAAAN IM ON THE GROUND. DEAD. DO YOU EVEN KNOW. And price is there ig🙄 /J DJHFEHJE HE WAS SO SUPPORTIVE:((( ITS ALL SO FLUFFY ABD SWEET AND JTS EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED TODAY SENDING SO MUCH LOVE THROUGH THE BRAINWAVES RAHHHHH
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Ghost hug!!! That definitely seems to have been one of the highlights lol. Logan absolutely figured it out first because he hadn't been around her for a bit so he noticed the change in scent immediately. Look. LOOK. Your love of Logan gives me life, never ever apologize for it 💖💖 fluffy and sweet is my specialty! (Right up there next to making everyone suffer mwahaha) thank you darling!!
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just so you know you’re one of my favorite louies. keep up the good work and loving louis 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽
logaaan! 😭 loving louis is the only thing i know how to do right.
thank you for this message, needed it today. 💚 you're also one of my favorite louies, i love seeing you on my dash.
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hiiiiii riri i love you 💜💜💜
LOGAAAN HI I LOVE YOU TOO 💟💟💟
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A Baby Human
For @katelynn-a-fan as a part of @sanderssidesgiftxchange, and beta-read by @enby-phoenix. I really hope you enjoy!
Janus is a baby and the rest of the sides are *insert creature not human here* and they are protective and may or may not teach him some... unorthodox thing
Warnings: past/offscreen child abuse, Virgil is a spider-creature,
••^*^••
Roman let out a quiet sigh. Virgil hadn’t even said anything, but he could see his pinched, anxious look. “We’ll be fine.”
“I know we’ll be fine!” Virgil snapped, crossing his arms. “It’s just getting dark. And we don’t know what’s out here.”
“You’re the poisonous one! You don’t have to worry about anything.”
“Virgil is venomous,” Logan said calmly from his perch on one of the protruding spider legs on Virgil’s back.
“Yeah,” Virgil muttered, a hand lifting to pet Logan, which Logan reluctantly permitted.
Logan was, or rather had been, a witch’s familiar. After leaving the witch quite a few years ago, he had discovered Virgil, and stayed with him and Patton, and later, Roman as well. The witch still changed his shape every now and again in petty revenge for his choice to leave. As of a few days ago, he was in the form of a crow, though struggling somewhat to get used to it.
Roman turned to look forward. He wasn’t terribly worried, but the growing dusk would be a problem soon, if only for visibility’s sake. And if the moon came out, that would probably be less, rather than more helpful, with as close to full as it was. He’d really rather not have to deal with shifting.
But he’d been smelling odd things out here. And he couldn’t wait any longer to find out what was causing it, problems or no problems.
“If we get home late Patton will be worried,” Virgil muttered grumpily.
Roman heard a small sound, like something between a sigh and a quiet whine, and shushed Virgil. “It’s close now.”
The curiosity overrode the embarrassment he would usually feel at sniffing around, trying to find where and what the smell was.
“This way!” He yelled, bounding off through the brush.
Virgil was only just able to keep up with him, following down into a little gully. They both stopped short, seeing it at the same time.
It was a human. A baby human. Or at most, a toddler. Laying in a pile of leaves, and not moving other than shallow breathing. It was hurt too, though there wasn’t blood, bruises trailing over its entire left side.
“Is… is he ok?” Virgil asked tentatively.
Roman shrugged, staring helplessly.
Logan was the first to actually approach the baby, flapping noisily over to him and nudging him with his beak. The baby made a soft, weak keening sound, but didn’t open his eyes.
“He is likely in need of nourishment, as soon as possible. We should bring him back home and find something he can eat.”
Roman nodded, scooping up the baby. He wasn’t trying to hold himself at all, just laying limply in Roman’s hold. Roman carefully shifted how he was holding the baby, making sure to hold his head up.
They ran back home quickly, none of them very sure what to feed a baby, and hoping Patton would have some kind of answer.
Patton, being a dryad, instantly suggested tree sap.
Roman objected. “Patton, I don’t think a human—“
“You used to be a human. And you drink it.”
“Yes, but a baby, and a malnourished one at that—“ Logan said.
Roman silently agreed. It was nothing against Patton, it was just that sap was weak and watery, and wouldn’t the baby need something to help him get strong?
“No buts. I’ll get something better, just start him out with maple sap. He’ll need the water, and the sugar will be good too.” Patton insisted.
Logan let out an odd almost-sigh, but agreed. “Virgil, would you tap the tree?”
Logan went with Virgil, though not very far away. Roman was just left holding the baby, and not sure what to do, as Patton faded away, his shadow faintly seen flitting from tree to tree off into the distance. He felt awkward, and confused, and looked down at the baby, suddenly very aware of the way he was holding him, and wondering if it really was the correct way to hold a baby.
“There’s not a lot yet,” Virgil said, handing Roman a small waterbag made of webbing. “It’s not really the right time of year for it.”
Roman sat down. Apparently he was feeding the baby too. His curiosity sure did put him in strange places sometimes.
Logan landed on his shoulder. “Put the mouth of the bag into his mouth, and slowly tip it up. Keep going as he swallows, and try not to waste any.”
Roman tried following the instructions, but as soon as the liquid sloshed into the baby’s mouth, his eyes fluttered open, and he grabbed at the waterbag with weak floundering movements, batting and squishing the bag, fighting against Roman’s hold, trying to swallow as much as he could and hold the bag all by himself, which ended up spilling more than he drank.
“Logaaan, what do I do???”
“Take the waterbag away from him! You’re the adult here, don’t let him go and spill it.”
Roman pulled it away, and there was a brief moment of the most pitiful face he’d ever seen in his whole life, all wide, teary eyes and wobbly lip. And then the baby opened his mouth, scrunched his face up, and screamed.
“Here! Here’s another one, give it to him!” Virgil said desperately, holding out another bag.
But the baby was flailing, and Roman couldn’t get the bag into his mouth.
“What are you doing to the poor baby?” Patton scolded, setting down a large bowl and taking the baby out of Roman’s arms. “Shhh, it’s alright. Virgil, fill a bag with that. Quickly.”
“What is it?” Roman asked, his nose wrinkling. It looked like milk, but smelled distinctly plant-like.
But Patton was too occupied cooing to the baby and bouncing him gently. It seemed the correct way to calm a baby, rather than the fumbling Roman had been doing, and yet the baby only seemed to half agree, still sniffling with his face all scrunched up. Virgil handed Patton a bag of the milky substance, and Patton was able to pop the mouth of the bag into the baby’s mouth with little trouble. From there, it was only moments before the baby was happily and calmly drinking.
They all let out a relieved sigh together, hoping the peace would last.
••^*^••
It hadn’t been morning for more than a few minutes before it was clear that the peace would not, in fact, last. The baby was crying again, distinctly upset cries interspersed with babbled nonsense, and had pulled himself up to stand at the side of Roman’s bed, hitting at Roman’s arm.
Roman scooped the baby up, and the baby wailed, curling up in his grip. Oh! His poor side. Roman tucked the baby against his chest, rolling onto his side, careful not to hurt the baby’s side any more. He reached backwards, rummaging blindly for the dried meat he kept by on his bedside table this time of month, and popped the end of a sizable piece into the baby’s mouth. If he could crawl over to him, he could probably eat whatever meat he managed to gnaw off the piece.
The baby quieted quickly, biting and sucking the piece of meat, and showing off his few little teeth, holding it very firmly in his tiny hands.
“Look at you, all fierce, aren’t you?” Roman whispered.
The baby looked up at him, not relinquishing his grip on the piece of meat.
Roman smiled, letting out a soft, rumbling growl. “Are you killing that meat?”
“Uuu. Ugh. Ughh.” The baby said, little noises sounding probably about as fierce as a human baby could make.
“That’s right,” Roman said, again demonstrating a small growl.
The baby’s sound, while far from a growl, was clearly an attempt to copy him. And that made Roman feel far prouder and happier than he would have expected.
After a few more tries, it was clear that the baby was as close as he would get to growling with his little ughhh sounds. But he was copying Roman! And Roman couldn’t help smiling wide, growling at the little baby.
“What are you threatening the baby for?” Virgil asked, his tone slow and drawling, probably from being up far earlier than he usually would be.
But Roman’s joy couldn’t be dampened by Virgil’s grumpy teasing. “He’s copying me!”
“Oh? Are you secretly a werewolf baby?” Virgil asked, slipping into almost baby talk to address the baby instead of Roman.
“I don’t think he is,” Roman said.
“Should he really be eating that, then? I’m going to get some more of Patton’s milk stuff.”
“He loves the meat! Look at him all happy.”
The baby tried again to make a growling sound, and Roman melted. “You are, aren’t you? You’re very happy here with the meat.”
Virgil rolled his many eyes, but didn’t quite hide the fond smile before he turned away to get the milk.
And then Roman had to take the meat away, just for a bit, and the baby burst into loud wails immediately, flailing and hitting the bag of milk instead of accepting it. Somehow, Roman got the mouth of the bag into the baby’s mouth, but he seemed too upset to even realize it was food, and Roman didn’t want to choke him by tipping it up before he was ready.
“Shhh, it’s ok,” Roman said, feeling more lost with every cry. “Just drink your milk and I’ll give it right back, I promise.”
It was not the clean, easy feeding Patton had had the night before, but the baby hopefully got enough of the milk inside of him to be worth it, and quieted down again when Roman gave him the meat to gnaw on again.
Virgil sighed. “What are we going to do with him?”
Roman bristled. “We’re keeping him! Whatever humans he belonged to clearly didn’t care for him!”
“What if they did? He could just be lost, rolled down into the gulley and they couldn’t find him.”
Roman hugged the baby closer to himself. “Patton will agree with me. It’ll be two against one.”
Virgil sighed heavily. “I don’t want to fight about it. Just look for his parents? At least once?”
Roman very reluctantly nodded.
Patton suddenly sat up and shivered, his eyes wide, and a sound like wind in leaves coming from him. “Virgil! Virgil, help! There’s a spider on my tree! I know there is. Help!”
Virgil rushed to Patton, scooping him up and quickly running out of the house. Any spiders on Patton’s tree had to be dealt with immediately, or he would become hysterical.
They wouldn’t be back till afternoon, at least.
Which left Roman the sole caretaker of the baby.
Well, Logan had to be around somewhere, but there wasn’t much he could do to help other than give instructions.
The baby was happy though, gnawing away with his few little teeth and getting slivers of meat to gradually come off. He was also more than damp, and a bit sticky.
“Do I need to figure out how to bathe you now?” Roman asked.
The baby babbled some nonsense around his piece of meat, as emphatic as it was unintelligible.
“Oh, you have very clear ideas on how you’re taking a bath then, huh?”
The baby babbled again, so strangely close to normal words that Roman could’ve sworn he was saying ‘want some more’, except for the fact that he was currently very happy with a large piece of dried meat, and they were talking about baths, not food.
While he was still trying to figure it out, Logan flew in from the open window, flapping loudly as if he didn’t quite know how to use his wings properly and quietly. Which, to be fair, he probably didn’t. He’d only been a crow for a few days, and it’d been a good year since he’d last been in a bird shape. Or, Roman supposed, it could just be that crows were loud birds.
“How do you bathe a baby?” Roman asked Logan. “Just dunk it in the water? Do you need special soap?”
“I should hope you know better than ‘just dunking’ the baby into the water. That could be very dangerous. Though I believe the soap we have will be sufficient.”
“Well, then how do you do it? I only have two hands, and I can’t just wrap one arm around him without hurting his side.”
Logan made an odd sighing noise. “He can sit up on his own, just put him in something shallow, and steady him with one hand.”
The baby only just then noticed Logan, squirming around to look at him curiously. He made a little sound, reaching one hand out to make grabby hands at him.
“Aww, he wants to see you, Logan!”
“He does not. He wishes to touch me, which will mostly likely end unpleasantly.” Logan said primly, doing a little bird-shake that fluffed up his feathers and then smoothed them down again.
But the baby was still reaching, making noises and grasping in Logan’s direction.
“Oh, come on, you’d pass up the chance to be petted by a baby?”
“I do not enjoy petting in general, much less by one who is uncoordinated and almost certainly not capable of being sufficiently gentle.”
“Are you saying you’re scared of the baby?” Roman teased.
Logan fluffed up angrily. “That is not what I’m saying!”
The baby’s little grunts stopped, and Roman bent down to see that he was giving Logan the most pitifully large watering eyes. And then he cried. Great, heart-wrenching wails as he curled up and rubbed at his eyes.
“Oh, for the love of—“ Logan hopped into Roman’s lap, nudging at the baby with his beak.
The baby sniffed pitifully, but stopped crying, grabbing Logan as if he were an oversized toy. Logan ruffled up in annoyance, but submitted to the baby’s pats and intense babbling, just keeping his head out of reach of the tiny hands.
“Awwww, he likes you, Lo!”
And Logan couldn’t seem to muster up any disparaging words to join his grumble, which meant Logan liked him too. And Roman couldn’t help but smile.
••^*^••
“We’re back!” Patton said cheerfully. “Everything’s alright now.”
“Welcome back!” Roman said, holding one of the baby’s little hands as he toddled around. He couldn’t quite walk on his own yet, but he seemed close.
The baby looked up at Virgil, eyes wide and curious. “Ughh. Ughh!”
Virgil got a tiny grin he would probably forever deny as he scooped the baby up. “Are you growling at me? You can’t growl at me, you growl at Roman. With me you hiss, like this.”
The baby seemed to pick up the hiss even faster than the growl, though it devolved into spluttering raspberries half the time.
“Ssssssssa!” The baby said, almost triumphantly, and then grinned up at Virgil. Virgil melted. He tried to pretend he wasn’t, but he absolutely was.
“Awwwww!” Patton cooed. “Are you going to be so fierce? And so cute?”
The baby hissed at Patton, which just made him coo over him more.
••^*^••
It had been a few days since they found the baby. He was now firmly a part of their family, though they hadn’t agreed on a name yet.
The bruises seemed to be healing, or at least, changing. They were all confused to see the bruises morphing into a dark, mottling color. It was like nothing even Patton, the oldest of them, had ever seen on a human. It was strange, but it didn’t seem to hurt him.
They kept him safely in their little cabin, and he’d been sleeping mostly in Roman’s bed, until Roman could finish the crib he’d started making.
But it couldn’t last much longer.
“I’m worried, Pat. I’ll shift any day now, and what if I can’t recognize him anymore? What if I… what if I hurt him?”
“You wouldn’t do that, you’ve never hurt one of us.”
“But you’re all big! He’s so little, I could hurt him without meaning to.”
Patton’s mouth twisted as he thought. “Well, I don’t mind keeping him in my bed, but I don’t like the idea of you sleeping outside all by yourself.”
“I could be dangerous to him! I could bite him, or try to run off and hide him, or I could just step on him the wrong way and—“
“No, you wouldn’t, you’re very good as a giant dog.”
Roman frowned. “You guys know how to handle me.”
Patton frowned at him disapprovingly.
“And if it’s the middle of the night you might not be awake before I find him,” Roman continued. “Even if he just wakes up while I’m shifting, he could be scared.”
Patton’s frown deepened. “Alright. For this first time, you can sleep outside, and we’ll be really careful introducing you two, but I’m positive you’re still going to love him and be just as careful of him as you are now. And next time you’ll definitely recognize him, and you’ll be inside, with all of us.”
“Only if this time goes well.”
“It will. I’m positive it will.”
••^*^••
Virgil woke up to a loud whine and scratching at the door. The baby was sitting right in front of it, patting it and trying to push it open, and that must be Roman on the other side, whining to get in.
He picked up the baby, holding him carefully up on his shoulder, where Roman couldn’t reach right away, and then opened the door.
Roman bounded inside immediately, jumping up to see the baby, tail wagging excitedly.
“No! No, sit. Sit, Roman.”
Roman sat, but he was practically quivering with excitement, puppy eyes almost as effective as the baby’s were. And then the baby tipped forward, reaching and ‘growling’ at Roman.
“Alright, alright, I’ll let you see each other, but be careful.”
Virgil brought the baby down to Roman’s level, and Roman was immediately sniffing all over him, and then trying to lick the baby. Virgil nearly snatched him away, but the baby was cackling with laughter and patting Roman’s snout, clearly just as excited as he was. Virgil let out a relieved sigh. He’d just bathe the baby afterwards.
“Well, this seems to have gone well.” Logan commented, landing on Virgil’s shoulder.
“Patton will probably be mad to have missed it,” Virgil whispered with a chuckle. Once Patton was asleep, all awareness shifted to his tree, and he was dead to the world.
He tried setting the baby down on the ground, and Roman bounded all around, nosing and licking the baby while he giggled and tried to grab Roman’s ears.
Virgil sat down in the chair, still keeping a close eye on them. He would’ve thought that the baby might be scared of Roman’s over excitement. He certainly had been the first few shifts. But the baby seemed to be just as excited, laughing and trying to growl. And Roman didn’t even seem to mind when the baby really did grab hold of his ear and hold on tight.
Virgil should have kept a closer eye. Or guessed that something would happen. Or have sat closer. But he didn’t. He was just too relieved that everything was going well.
And so he didn’t react fast enough when Roman picked up the baby by his shirt and whisked him out the door, trotting away quickly and ignoring all cries of ‘wait, stop!’
Roman just kept going, and while Virgil caught up before he could really get away, the instant Virgil reached for the baby he let out a low growl.
“Roman!”
Roman flinched, and stopped, but still growled.
“Put him down,” Virgil said sternly.
Roman whined, but put the baby down. He did not, however, let Virgil get near him, standing over the baby and growling more whenever Virgil got too close.
Virgil sighed, and sat down, folding himself to be smaller. “Look, Roman, I’d never hurt him. You know I wouldn’t. I’m part of your pack as much as he is. Hand him back. I won’t take him away.”
Roman stood his ground, bristling up bigger, and even more menacing when Virgil was seated.
But the baby proved to be more helpful, crawling towards Virgil. Roman didn’t want to growl at the baby, and just watched, getting more panicked the closer he got.
Virgil sat as still and relaxed as he could manage, given the situation. “I’m not gonna hurt either of you, or try to separate you. Don’t worry, Roman.”
Roman whined when the baby climbed into Virgil’s lap, but the baby just babbled happily, sitting and patting Virgil’s legs.
Roman laid down, his snout resting in the baby’s lap.
The baby did his little ‘growl’, patting Roman’s nose.
Roman licked the baby’s face, and the baby giggled, tugging at his ears again.
“See? We’re all good.” Virgil said, gently reaching out to pet Roman’s shoulder.
Roman seemed to smile, and scooted a little closer.
They’d be alright.
••^*^••
“He needs a name,” Patton said.
Virgil looked to where Roman was asleep on the floor, the baby tucked into his side, happily sleeping against the warm fur. “Shouldn’t we wait till Roman can help us pick?”
“If we do that we’ll end up with a positively absurd name,” Logan said.
“I like Janus,” Patton said.
“Janus?” Virgil said. “Why?”
Patton shrugged.
Logan made a strange sound that wasn’t quite a sigh. “It appears we were going to end up with a strange name either way. Having said that, however, I am not opposed.”
Virgil shrugged. “Yeah, alright. I don’t mind it. It’s a bit weird, but so’s the kid.”
Patton grinned. “Then his name is Janus!”
••^*^••
“Janice???” Roman asked, practically wailing. “You not only named him without me, but you gave him an old lady name???”
“Not like that,” Logan said. “Janus. Like the old god.”
Roman pouted. “Well… that’s not so bad. But you still named him without me!”
Roman scooped up the baby, cuddling him close. “You are going to get an awesome wolf-name. And it’ll be a secret from these jerks.”
Virgil rolled his eyes.
Patton held out his arms, and Roman passed Janus to him.
“It would be good,” Logan said. “Before we get irrevocably attached, to attempt to find his parents.”
“It’s a bit late for that,” Roman murmured under his breath.
“I can come with you,” Virgil offered.
“What, right now?”
Virgil shrugged. “We might as well. We have time now.”
“... yeah, I guess so.”
••^*^••
When they came back the next night, they were extremely somber.
Virgil held out his arms, and Patton wordlessly passed him the sleeping baby. Virgil cuddled him so carefully and gently, folding around him protectively and lovingly, not even caring, like he usually did, that they were seeing him being ‘weak’.
Roman sat down heavily, watching the two of them with wide, shiny eyes. “He’s ours, Pat. We’re never, ever letting anyone touch him.”
Virgil let out a violent hiss, and Janus startled, his face scrunching, but didn’t quite wake up. “Never. No one gets to him past us.”
“What happened?” Patton asked.
Virgil just shook his head, tucking Janus closer to his chest.
Patton looked to Roman.
“It’s… better left unsaid. I think it’d be enough to say our guesses were right. He was cast out.”
“But he’s a baby!” Patton protested. “He can’t even talk yet.”
“And he’s ours now.” Virgil said firmly.
“He’ll never be hurt again,” Roman said. “Not as long as we can help it.”
Patton nodded.
“Can I hold him now?” Roman asked, reaching out.
Virgil looked very reluctant, but passed Janus to Roman. Roman also practically curled around him, cuddling him close.
There was a rustle as Logan, who must have woken up sometime, shook out his feathers and flew to Virgil’s shoulder. “I’m positive he’ll be safe and happy here with us, there’s no need to worry more about what happened before.”
Virgil nodded. Patton held out his arms for a hug and Virgil tucked close, seeming all small now. Whatever it was, it must have really been bad. Patton was glad it was over.
And he’d make sure it stayed over.
They all would.
#my own work#sanders sides#roman sanders#logan sanders#virgil sanders#patton sanders#Janus sanders#fantasy au#gift exchange
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Putting Others First Notes! (this is all done before I look at tumblr or even the youtube comments!
The Pixel art is awesome my god
Thomas can’t find the right words
The 8-Bit theme music tho
This music is great
Fuck Friend *dramatic gasps*
Patton trying to be less bossy
Rhyming
The Pixel Art.
The notes match their colors and are in time to their words I know this is a minor detail but holy shit
THE PIXEL ART
Classy ace attorney reference
THERE'S THE SNAKE BOY
He looks so good in pixel art
“But your gay”
That song was a bop
He should have talked to them first.
This is very specific Roman who gave you feral cats
Dang Catholics
Patton has a good point there you DON'T know until it happens
Pffft Roman
PFFFT ROMAN
Awwww Patton I believe in you and I want you to succeed
Game….STORE
He’s such a dad
That was rude Leslie
LOGAN
LOGAAAAAAN
LOGANS LOWDOWN
Pffffffffffffft Me with auto scrolling text
Roman and Patton are trying so hard to get along this is making me happy
Deceit Bowser.
Reptilian with Scallions
Hi Logan I love youuu
How vague Patton.
EARTHBOUND HELL YEAH
Oooof nice cut there
THE T WORD
No your not doing a very good job
Moustache Miester.
Ohhh Roman
ROMAN NO
It really is
ROMAN NO
Oh dear PATTOn
This is just gonna be a list of NO PATTON, NO ROMAN, NOOOOO
LOGAAAN
The pixel art Logan is super expressive
Lo’s right but BOY does it hurt
Hmmmm that is a very cynical thing for Lo to say but he is being stuck as a text box so I don’t fault him for it
PAT
PATTON
PAT
FROG
F R O G
Logan that’s very dark and I don’t know if thats gonna help because PATTON IS A GIANT FUCKING FROG HOLY FUCK
What did Leslie ever do
OH NO PATTON
PATTON NOOOOO
Thank you Logan. You're a lifesaver and I love you.
GO OFF LOGAN. SPILL THAT TEA
Wait a second.
WAIT A FUCKING SECOND I KNOW THAT TUNE
THAT'S WHY HE WAS PIXEL ART SO THEY COULDN’T PICK UP ON ANYTHING SO EASILY
LORD OF THE LIES
OH SHIT HE’S CLASSY LOOK AT THAT CANE OH MY GOD
I am having a heart attack oh my god.
MY BOY IS HERE. MY SLIMY SNAKE SON IS HERE AND I AM SO HAPPY
WHOOP WHOOP CODE YELLOW
He’s protecting Thomas because that’s his job. He put him behind him to protect him from Morality who’s being actively self destructive and Passion who’s giving in. (nothing against Pat or Ro I just love Dee so much)
Ohhhh that sarcasm mmmmmm that HURT
He sounds so sincere He’s trying his best ooooo
Ouch
Awww he’s talking him down I love this COMMUNICATE
Ribbit.
God Patton I see where your coming from so bad-
Oh. Pat. You kinda. Missed. Pat.
Good line. Good FUCKING line. “Some room to breathe” MMM.
Thomas Mental Health. I love this visual so much I can’t even begin to explain it.
That’s a nice transition
Dee looks so sincere I feel so sorry for him.
Roman might actually be more black and white then Patton. This doesn’t sound like a surprise but he’s still so adamant that Dee’s a villain even after having been proven so VERY WRONG with Virgil. Then again, we haven’t seen Virgil this whole time and Thomas is very clearly under a LOT of stress. So maybe after the news of last episode V got kicked out again? I don’t know. Roman is very defensive of Patton anyway and that hurts.
Pffft Dee don’t hurt my babies please.
Mood. FUcking Mood. I have never related to Deceit more then now “Never gonna be perfect” mmmmm Ilovemysnakeson
HEY THAT'S A REFERENCE TO THAT ONE SHORT HAHA!
HEEEEY LOGAN
Oh. Oh Logan. EVEN MORE FODDER FOR MY V GOT KICKED OUT THEORY COME BACK FOR THAT SHIT LATER
Does that mean Logan and Dee worked together on this? Probably not. But it’s an interesting idea.
I smell Loceit fodder.
Dee’s also trying so hard. He has a very good point and needs to be listened to more but he himself does need to… learn to… not be so selfish…. Yeah that makes no sense NEVERMIND-
Fauxgan.
Roman’s aware he was being manipulated this is… interesting. He may be arrogant and ignorant but he’s not stupid. Hmm. People are gonna use this for Roceit angst and I am going to eat it up and cry for ten hours.
Dee’s set the bar higher then nazi’s that important.
Ohhhhh my Roceit heart is not happy with this STOP FIGHTING PLEEEASSEEEE
Also the music is really good.
BANANACONDA
Dee’s face. Dee’s Face.
Roman you did this with Vee not again
THE GLOVES
WHAT
WHAT
WHAT
Name. NAME NAME NAME NAME NAME NAME NAME
THE GLOVES
Janus
Ok so real talk it’s 10 minutes later I just had to go and scream into a pillow and bl
abber for 5 minutes and then drink four cups of water and then come back. We got his name. He gave up. His name. This is.This is HUGE.
AND THE FIRST THING ROMAN DOES IS LAUGH AT HIM. GOOD JOB ROMAN. GOOD FUCKING JOB. YOU DID THIS WITH VIRGIL TOO. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN. WHEN WILL YOU FUCKING LEARN.
He just shared his NAME with you. The literal embodiment of lies and deceit took off the gloves and raised his hand in oath. He told you his TRUE, REAL NAME, and you MOCK him for it. I love you Roman, and I understand why you don’t trust him, but WOW. That is… Not ok. I’m sorry but he gets to compare you to Remus that’s not cool my dude.
AND NOW I'M BACK TO FEELING BAD FOR ROMAN IM SO SORRY DONT LEAVE ROMAN NOOOOOOOO
PATTON SAID THE NAME OHHHHH DEARRRY ME IM GONNA CRY
Dee fixing his sarcasm and actually explaining what he means. Character development. Also Moceit fodder HELL YEAH BABY
I already miss Roman.
OH MY GOD THAT’S- THAT’S ACTUALLY- HOLY SHIT
“I’m not threatened at all” *fixes cape*
Can we call this piano theme Patton’s theme? I think this is his theme now.
Patton. Oh Patton. I expected Patton angst but OHHHH PATTO N N
I’m gonna cry PATTON.
Awwwwwwwwww hsuiagbfyudag sy awww
Alliteration. Nice.
HE’S BEING ACCEPTED OH MY GOOOODDD MY BOOOY
46:39 That noise.
NO VIOLENCE.
He’s so happy “Just stuck with a snake boy” AWWW THAT EXPRESSION MY HEART
HE GOT VALIDATION. OHHHHH HE GOT VALIDATION!!!
Please keep over thinking this Thomas I wanna see more of my boys.
Lee and Mary Lee are Good People and I like them both A Lot. (also Thomas’ scream is a mood)
Moceit. Fodder. Moceit. FODDER. OH YEAAAAAH BABYYYYY
But seriously though this is such a sweet little scene between them.
Thanks for reading this all the way to the end!
#ts deceit#ts roman#ts patton#deceit sanders#patton sanders#roman sanders#ts spoilers#logan sanders#ts logan#thomas sanders#sandersides#sander sides#sanders sides#janus sanders#DAMN THAT FELT GOOD TO TYPE
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Patton hugging and constantly demanding physical affection from touch aversed Logan because he "needs to be more open"
Logan hated being touched. A lot. He knew that this was called "touch aversion". He knew that most of the other sides obeyed his "no touching" rule.
Even Roman, who felt the need to be touchy-feely to them even if he wasn't dating any of them. Hugs, forehead kisses, bridal style holds, dramatic displays of affection, those were kind of his things, considering he held all of Thomas' romantic ideas and wants. After Logan told them all of his touch aversion, Roman did his best to keep from displaying his affection in such a way. He instead resorted to vocal displays, playfully teasing Logan, flirting that wasn't actually flirting, pet names, all of that. It couldn't help but fill Logan's chest with a feeling of warmth, knowing that even though they squabbled sometimes, Roman cared enough to respect his wishes, despite his need to love everyone at all times.
Roman cared enough, but he wasn't the only side who enjoyed showing his affection through physical means. Patton loved hugs and kisses as much as Roman, moreso even. Being Thomas' metaphorical heart and everything.
"Patton, I must ask you to stop."
"Why?"
"I don't like being touched."
"Awww come on Logan!" Patton had his arms wrapped around Logan's shoulders, nuzzling his face into Logan's neck. "Are you really telling me you don't want a good old dad hug?"
"Yes, I am." Logan tried to push Patton's arms away, but the other's grip just grew stronger around Logan.
It felt like his skin was crawling, Patton's hold feeling suffocating even if it wasn't really cutting off any air.
"But Logaaan," Patton whined, shoving his face further against Logan's neck.
"Patton, please-" Logan squirmed, trying to wiggle away from the other.
"You're so closed off from the rest of us! You're always all on your own and stiff and sad!" Patton pulled Logan into his chest, arms still wrapped tightly around him.
"I'm not s- sad," Logan still tried to move away.
"Yes you are! I know you are!"
"No."
"Yes!!"
"Please just let me go, I promise I'll let you hug me later if you just let me go," Logan begged, on the verge of tears at this point, his skin starting to ache at Patton touching him so much.
"Really?"
"Yes! I promise!"
Patton hummed for a couple moments, "Oh alright." He released Logan, who let out a relieved sigh. "But I'm gonna hold you to that promise!"
Logan nodded and adjusted his glasses before sinking out to his room.
#jay writes#writing#fic#patton sanders#logan sanders#unsympathetic patton#asks#ask to tag#writing this made my skin hurt from the thought kfkdjfj
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Magic in the Snow
Analogical, platonic Logince
Angst
TW: Death, funerals, hallucinations, mentions of medicine, no happy ending
Logan thought he saw his lover's shadow in the snow. He heard a chuckle on the wind, felt Virgil's icy fingers trailing along the back of his neck.
"Come on Logan, let's play for a bit! You know we never get snow in Florida, we have to enjoy it before it melts!"
"Virgil, you know we can't."
The purple clad teen rolled his eyes, taking Logan's warm hands in his own frozen ones.
"Logaaan- Come on! I'm leaving soon, you have to do what I say!"
A small smile tugged at Logan's lips, though he tried to suppress it. But Virgil saw it. He always saw it.
"I won't let you be sad today. Here-"
Virgil placed a long stick in Logan's hand.
"-Draw something for me!"
He drew. He drew for a long time, small things and big. He drew hearts, he drew storm clouds, he drew the headphones Virgil always wore, and his own tie. Virgil loved his tie.
"There. Are you happy now?"
"As long as I'm with you, I'll be happy."
Logan gave a sad smile, now.
"But you aren't with me."
"Yes I am."
Virgil sounded confused, but when Logan looked at him, the confusion slipped away into worry.
"Hey, hey- What's wrong? Baby, I'm right here, please don't cry-"
"I miss you, Virgil. But I know that this can't be true. You aren't here."
Something in his heart ached, because he knew it wasn't real. He knew it, he knew it, but something within him begged for it to be otherwise.
"Im with you Logan. Can't you see me? Im right here!"
Logan closed his eyes, and pulled his coat tight around him, to block out the wind. The wind, and that terrible voice in his head.
"My love, don't leave me out here, I know you can hear me, Logan! Logan, don't!"
He stomped the snow off his boots, as he climbed up onto the porch. He needed to leave the snow, leave the cold, and leave his love behind.
Roman met him just inside the door. He silently helped Logan our of his coat, and boots, before leading him into the living room, where two mugs sat in front of the fire.
They sat in silence for a long time, sipping hot chocolate and listening to the fire crackle. After a while, Roman lay his head on Logan's shoulder.
"How are you doing with all of this?"
Logan gave a thin, joyless smile.
"I keep having to remind myself that he's gone. He was my constance."
"Patton left cookies on the counter. Remus put hot sause on them, he said it was Virgil's favorite."
Logan gave a tired laugh.
"I wish he was lying. But, well.. you know your brother. A truth teller to a fault."
The pair were quiet again, simply comforting each other with their presence. Roman would make sure Logan took his medicine, and Logan would make sure Roman slept. That was all they could do, right now.
Tomorrow was the funeral, and today, they needed to keep each other stable until they had tissues around.
#logan sanders#sanders sides#virgil#ts virgil#virgil sanders#logic sanders#ts logan#logan#ts fic#ts fanfic#analogical#angst#death#no happy ending#hallucinations#platonic logince
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LOGAAAN!!! Now that I’ve dusted off photoshop and actually created something, I can accept this wonderful award. Thank you, and I’ll make sure to circulate
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#ive been longing so much today wtf!!#i want my boyfriend#here with me!! now!!#i wish i could skip the whole escaping my parents part of it all#but he will definitely be worth it!! more than worth it!!#and well be able to do sm even if were just at home#i can watch him work on his music.. maybe pitch ideas#he can watch me draw!!#we can play video games all day!!#brainstorm streaming ideas!!#try new recipes!!#im so excited!!#i love logaaaan#I LOVE LOGAAAN!!!#LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOOOOVE~!
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Could you do something where Roman and Virgil are kissing and the others walk in?
A/N: Ahhh sorry this took forever. I had a lot of prompts to go through, and this one just ended up being last. Hope it was worth the wait!
Roman was in love. And he was confused. Irritated, as well. But mostly in love. The cause of this affection? Virgil. But why? Why on earth was Roman so smitten with him? They were complete opposites, and yet Roman was irrevocably drawn to him. So Roman hid it behind witty banter and creative nicknames for the darker trait. And it worked for quite a while. No one noticed his crush on Virgil. That is, until Virgil himself noticed it.
“Well, if it isn’t All Time Anxiousness,” Roman teased as Virgil walked into the living room.
“Your so-called insults are getting worse and worse, Princey. Was that supposed to be a play on All Time Low?” Virgil scoffed, flopping down onto the couch beside Roman.
“I’m running out of emo bands, panic-182! And what do you mean ‘so-called’ insults?” Roman protested. Virgil rolled his eyes at his second nickname attempt.
“Cut the crap, Roman. I’ve begun to notice the lingering stares and the weird way you act around me. What is your deal?” Virgil pressed. Roman gave a defeated sigh. Guess there was no way out of it now. He mentally and emotionally prepared himself for the inevitable amount of jeering he was going to get for this.
“I’m sorry, Virgil. I tried to deny it, tried to hide it, but I guess I’m not as good of an actor as I thought. I don’t even understand why! We’re complete opposites, and yet- I found myself falling for you. I can’t stop thinking about you, Virgil. So I tried to hide it behind the clever nicknames and lighthearted banter. And I know my feelings are most likely not requited- ahmmph!” Roman confessed, words spilling out of his mouth in a torrent. That is, until Virgil suddenly reached out and grabbed his sash, and tugged him into a fierce and passionate kiss. Roman’s mind went blank, because good heavens, this was Virgil kissing him! Roman snaked an arm around Virgil’s waist, tugging him closer and pouring all the pent up passion and love into the kiss. His other hand went up to caress Virgil’s cheek, and he gently tilted Virgil’s head to deepen the kiss.
“Ahem,” came a voice from behind them. Roman and Virgil broke apart in surprise, whirling around to see Logan standing with his arms crossed, and an eyebrow raised. Patton was standing behind him, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet and trying his hardest not to squeal.
“Logaaan! They were having a moment!” Patton whined.
“Yes, but they could have picked a more private spot to do it. I didn’t exactly want to walk into the living room and see them making out,” Logan scolded.
“Oh, leave them be! They’re in love! We’ll leave now, kiddos,” Patton chided, tugging Logan out of the living room by the arm. The room was completely silent for a moment.
“I take it that my feelings are in fact, requited?” Roman asked.
“No. I just kissed you for no goddamn reason. Of course I like you back, Roman,” Virgil scoffed.
“Just wanted to be sure,” Roman murmured, then closed the distance between them, kissing those soft lips once more.
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Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired Logan! // I have no idea how I got in here, but I did.
“...Logaaan, you silly goof!~ How’d you get in here? Is there a secret door?! I love secret doors! Oh, oh, lemme try!”
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Sick
A/N: my friend said I wrote Roman too selfless so I wrote this. Enjoy!
Pairings: Logince
Warnings: Roman is sick, medication/pill mention
Summary: Roman's sick
“Logaaan” He whined. Logan looked up at him from the other side of the couch, uninterested. Roman pouted. “Logiebear-” He scooched closer to him, plopping onto the teacher’s lap. Logan rolled his eyes.
“What is it now, Roman?” Logan set his book down, no chance he was reading it now. Roman nosed at Logan’s jaw, nuzzling his head into his neck.
“I Am Ill and If I Do Not Get Attention I Will Die.” Logan felt Roman’s hot forehead press against his neck and he leaned back, cupping Roman face with one hand.
“My god, you’re burning up” Logan said, putting one hand on Roman’s forehead. “Figuratively.” Roman leaned into the touch, humming. Logan removed his hand and Roman whined but instead picked Roman up, swapping their positions. Logan wrapped a blanket around Roman, standing up.
“I’m finding you some medicine and getting you a cloth for your forehead.” Logan studied him, a look of worry on his face before quickly being replaced by emotionlessness, as it usually was.
He gave a curt nod and Roman lied down on the couch, cuddling a pillow.
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Logan returned a few minutes later, a bottle of ibuprofen in one hand and a damp cloth in the other. He set the cloth to hang on one arm before pulling Roman onto his back. Roman sat up, smiling when he saw Logan. That expression soon turned sour when he saw the medicine. It was well-known Roman hated medicine. He looked the other way and Logan sighed. He opened the bottle, taking out one of the pills.
“Roman.” Roman crossed his arms. “Roman, please” Roman shook his head. Then, Logan got an idea. Why not beat the prince at his own game? He cupped Roman’s face with one hand, trailing the hand down to catch his chin between his thumb and forefinger, making the prince look him in the eye. There was scowl on Logan’s face as Roman looked him in the eye, eyes shining bright with intensity that betrayed his true intention. But it was all too little too late. Before Roman could react, Logan kissed Roman deeply, moving his mouth in time with Roman’s. Roman gasped as Logan took his bottom lip in between his teeth, tugging playfully. He kissed him again before pulling away, in Roman’s opinion, all too soon. Logan took in the boy below him, Hair mussed, cheeks flushed and kiss-swollen lips parted in anticipation of another. Logan smirked and popped the medicine into Roman’s mouth. Roman scowled as he realized Logan had tricked him, swallowing the pill bitterly. Logan stood back up, satisfied as he eased Roman into lying down. Roman rolled his eyes, still upset as Logan put the cloth on his forehead. Roman’s shoulders relaxed and his eyes shut despite himself at the sudden coolness.
“I’m making some tomato soup because I know you love it. You can nap if you’d like while it finishes cooking” Roman made a non-commital noise of agreement, pulling the blankets up.
“Can we..-” As if he read Roman’s mind, he replied.
“Yes, we can cuddle after”
“Love you, Lo”
“Love you, my rose. I hope you feel better.”
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