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thecrowslullaby · 6 months

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thank you so mich for the tag @candied-peach

1: How many works do you have on Ao3?

39! (its not much, but its honest work!)

2: What's your total Ao3 word count?

around 143,5k

3: What fandoms do you write for?

Currently? sanders sides and team fortress 2, but i would love to try my hand at a star trek fic

4: What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Easy: Souther charm and other suspicious behaviour, Fire, Shopping at 1 a.m. (not particularly proud of that one anymore xd), [Redacted], and Of friend, foe and fae

5: Do you respond to comments?

I try to (i mean to and then i forget :'))

6: What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooooof, i dont shine on writing angsty endings. If im allowed to go with one thats not fully posted yet (or fully writen) it would be "the five stages of losing roman". There is a pernament character death. (Guess which character/lh). Maybe 'a bridge to cross' or 'sunday shirt' but they both are more bittersweet than angsty. I dont really post sad ending, huh. Time to change that/hj (there are a few wips that have more angst, but they arent fully edited)

7: What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them/hj.

I'm gonna say honeybee(also no longer proud of that one) cuz there is the biggest contrast between the story and the ending.

8: Do you get hate on fics?

No(t yet).

9: Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No kind you can prove * laughs awkwardly *

10: Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not particularly fond of them tbh, but i am tempted to give it a fair try before i judge them too harshly.

11: Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Too many grammar and spelling mistake for people to risk it/hj

Question 12 has been lost to the ether...

13: Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes. Its not posted though XD

14: What's your all-time favorite ship?

See, people expect me to say loceit.... ok, yeah, im noy awake anough to come up with anything different, y'all win XD

15: What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

im not ganna say the name jinx it XD

16: What are your writing strengths?

ADHD?

Also dialogue I think XD

17: What are your writing weaknesses?

grammar and spelling.

18: Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I mean, i am doing it rn. English isnt my first language. I did write parts of it in another language. But i dont think I would write a full on dialogue in another language than the rest of the fic. For a few reasons. Mostly my perfectionism.

19: First fandom you wrote for?

Ummmm. Idk. Winnie the pooh, atla or penguins of madagaskar, probably. The firts one i posted though was Hamilton i think - (and i am mighty proud of my idea, not proud of the execution. I was like 12 ok? XD)

20: Favorite fic you've written?

Maybe of friends foe and fae? bc its the first long fic i fully posted? Also a fic that will forever live in my wips and im not sharing that one (ite not smut but damn i am showing my soul a lil too much in that one).

Tagging @rosepetalgold @brainlicking @warcats-cat and @dillydallydove

#tag game #open tag

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loser-lenny · 4 years

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remus x virgil x logan x deceit

where we talk about my headcanons for the new episode and cry because deceit has a wonderful name

this entire thing was set up like one of those card towers thingies

make one wrong move

and the entire thing falls

deceit and logan knew this

although they didn’t talk about anything until around the middle of the episode

so logan is in remus’s room with virgil and remus, sitting on them to make sure they don’t fuck things up

that’s why he couldn’t be there in person

and so deceit walks in and says “hey”

“i know what to do”

“so you gotta trust me”

and logan has no other choice because managing so many different tasks at once is sure to cause someone a breakdown

and so deceit impersonates logan

which was a given

we logan angst fans kNEW something was up when logan cut patton off and when he yelled

because logan just lets himself be ignored rather than defending himself

where’s logan you ask?

remus and virgil have finally calmed down

and are hanging out with our lil nerd in remus’s room

the episode finishes, he and patton have bonded??,

jANICE walks in and collapses next to logan

he had only impersonated logan for a few minutes and it was a literal hell

but forget it, janice snuggles up with his boyfriends and it’s beautiful and i fucking love janice

#sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #deceit sanders #janice sanders #janis sanders #janus sanders #no one knows how to spell it yet ig #virgil sanders #logan angst #tss spoilers #intrulogical #analogical #loceit #demus #anxceit #dukexiety #idk the ship name for the four of them so pls tell me :(

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coconut-cluster · 4 years

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hm. so I know I have two distinct high school AUs, one of which I haven’t touched in literal months but don’t mind that, but HOW funny would it be if there’s like a battle of the bands or smth at this high school, and Dee and Remus and Virgil are in a band together (Virgil on drums, Dee on bass, Remus on lead guitar) right? And one day at practice Dee cuts them off and says, “Look, we’re not gonna win if we’re just three clods on random instruments, we need a voice,” and Remus and Virgil are like......none of us can sing.

So Dee does the ‘you’re both clueless morons but you’re my friends so I will be patient’ sigh. “So we need someone who can sing. Any ideas?” Theyre both silent, so he looks pointedly at Remus and says, “Someone like your brother?”

Virgil, over Remus’ instinctual fake vomiting noises, starts protesting, because spending every rehearsal with Roman Melrose sounds like a sisphyian nightmare, ew- but Dee just rolls his eyes at both of them. “It’s too bad, I already asked him, so you’ll have to be mature adults for just an hour a day during rehearsals. I know it’ll be hard, but try your best.”

[cue a whole fic of Roman and Virgil bantering during rehearsals with the stress of battle-of-the-bands plots and the obligatory “oh god they’re not gonna show up to the competition” and the last minute arrival followed by an uh-oh-is-that-a-Feeling-i-feel congratulations after they perform. Also Logan and Patton and probably Remy and Emile are in the story. Remy is definitely in a rival band]

Anyway how funny would that be

#prinxiety #im honestly tempted to add loceit bc i think dee flirting with their lead singer’s friend on the sidelines would be cute #idk yet #botb au #virgil sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #au

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i-write-you-songs · 2 years

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a new series and idk what to call it but here

tw: passing out, darts, mentions of cuts

Ship: Loceit?????? idk yet

Janus and Logan were walking through the woods, a few inches between the two as they talked.

“God, Remus can be so stupid sometimes.” Janus grinned, shaking his head fondly. “He got a lightbulb stuck in his mouth the other day. That was a messy one.”

Logan snorted, looking up to hide his smile as they recalled instances with the twins. “Roman got carried away with some Disney stickers a few days ago, an it took five minutes to get them all off because the doofus got them in his hair.”

Janus smiled and laughed, a real laugh, and rubbed his forehead, rolling his eyes at the idea of Roman and Logan struggling to get stickers off of the prince.

Suddenly, shiver went down Janus’s spine and the grin melted off of his face, eyes widening.

“Logan!” He shrieked, grabbing the logical side and yanking him back, just as something wizzed by, nicking the edge of Logan’s nose.

Logan gasped, eyes widening.

“Run!” The two took off, feet pounding the forest floor as little objects- darts?- streaked by.

Logan let out a cry of pain and he stumbled, slamming into the ground. A dart had pierced his neck, tearing the flesh.

Janus dropped to the ground, using himself as a human shield for the nerd, who has almost instantly passed out.

The floor shook with footsteps as they drew near and Janus hissed in pain whenever something stabbed into his side, flinching.

Immediately, he started feeling lightheaded and he grabbed Logan’s hand, his arms shaking beneath him and he collapsed.

The last thing he saw was huge combat boots in front of his face, the world darkening as his eyes fluttered shut and he went unconscious.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #janus sanders

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creativia10 · 3 years

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Another Laoft recursive fic in progress

Hey, so I'm trying to decide when I should start posting the other LAOFT au recursive fic I am working on, a multichapter one. As of right now, I have five chapters written, and idk how many chapters(/parts) it will have yet. Originally, I wanted to wait to start posting until I had a more solid idea on where I'm going with it. Also, I know this week is Loceit week, but I also start my online classes this week, and I plan to participate in Dukeceit week the following week.

#sanders sides #laoft #what do you think?#fanfic asks

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quinintheclouds · 4 years

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Deceit x Patton and Deceit x Logan on the shipping scale

Moceit (Patton x Deceit): idk, I haven’t been convinced yet, but it used to be a hard 1 until this video. Now it’s like 1-2, but that last endcard has me wondering if they’re gonna make me ship it in upcoming episodes... At the moment the highest I can foresee it going for me is a 4. That may well change, but for now let’s say 2. I’m starting to like Deceit more thanks to both SvS videos.

Loceit (Logan x Deceit): in the early stages... probably around 4-5. The recent episode bumped it up from 2. I didn’t get it before but I get it now. That snake boi is lowkey SMITTEN. Snitten? Maybe it’s just the Logan Loving Gene, but he’s just so damn shippable!!

[Shipping Scale]

#shipping scale #moceit #loceit #svs redux #ts putting others first #ask game #quinanswer

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ironwoman359 · 4 years

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hi im new to the ss fandom so uhh 1. is there a discord where people are alive and 2. what are tags for art where ppl can actually see them bccc i never actually post or contribute or Talk in any sort of fandom ever but idk i might try bc yall are very nice but im also a ball of anxiety and confrontation issues so. Yes. ill shut up now since u probably have a bunch of asks

Hi there, welcome to the fandom! As far as discords go, I am not much of a discord user, I’m in one(1) TS creators discord and just ask anyone else there how often I show up XD (It’s not much) so I’m not the person to ask about that, but I do know there are tons of servers out there! Fanders, reblog this with your active TS servers!

As for the tags, general art tags you usually see are #ts art, #ts fanart, or just plain old #sanders sides. Fanfic tags are usually #ts fanfic, #ts fic, #sanders sides fanfiction, or again, just #sanders sides. You can also search for specific sides content by searching their name either as #virgil sanders or #ts virgil. Occasionally some people will still post as their function, like #anxiety sanders, but really #deceit sanders is the only one you’ll find lots of content under, for the other five we just use their names.

When perusing the tags, you may find "unsympathetic sides” content. This refers to fic or art of a side acting cruel, manipulative/abusive, or villainous in an out of character way. If that kind of content is something you don’t want to see, block the tags #unsympathetic (character first name) for whichever side you don’t want to see that way. #unsympathetic patton, #unsympathetic virgil, and #unsympathetic roman are the ones I see most often, but there are whole sideblogs dedicated to creating unsympathetic content for one or ALL of the sides. If that’s something you think would be cool to explore, I encourage you to check out those tags and those blogs (such as @unsympathetic-core-sides), and if that’s something you DON’T want to see, block those tags and blogs.

Speaking of tags and characters, some people also tag #sympathetic deceit or #sympathetic remus, for when they’re portraying our dark boys as NOT villainous, etc. sof if THAT kind of portrayal isn’t something you’d like, block those tags as well. Some people also tag unsympathetic dark sides, but it’s a minor debate in the fandom how to go about that, and, at least in terms of fic, I find mentioning how they’re going to be portrayed (good, bad, morally grey, etc.) in the content warnings section much more helpful than trying to tag specific characterizations in the tags themselves.

In whatever you’re going to read though, make sure to read over the warnings at the beginning to see if the story is something you want to experience, it’s up to you to cultivate your online experience, not an author.

And last thing to know before you dive into this lovely community of ours is ship names! In case you don’t know all the ship names yet, here you go!

Prinxiety: Roman/Virgil

Logicality: Logan/Patton

Moxiety: Patton/Virgil

Logince: Logan/Roman

Royality: Roman/Patton

Analogical: Virgil/Logan

Roceit: Roman/Deceit

Moceit: Patton/Deceit

Loceit: Logan/Deceit

Anxceit: Virgil/Deceit

Dukeceit: Remus/Deceit (also demus)

Intrulogical: Remus/Logan

Intruality: Remus/Patton (I’ve also seen moduke)

Dukexiety: Remus/Virgil

Creativitwins: Roman and Remus’s familial/brotherly relationship name.

Remrom: Roman and Remus’s incest ship name, block this if you do not want to see that kind of content.

LAMP: Logan/Virgil/Patton/Roman

DLAMP: Deceit/Logan/Virgil/Patton/Roman

DR.LAMP: Dukeceit and LAMP existing side by side (idk if lots of people use that label but I think it’s so perfect)

There are 3-way ships too, but I’m not good at remembering all their names, maybe if someone could add on with all of those?

But yeah, that’s all I can think of you need to know, other than one tiny other thing: we try not to use the abbreviation “ss” because that’s the acronym the nazis used for one of their military police units. Use #ts sides or something similar instead. That’s about it though! Welcome to the fandom!

#sanders sides #fanders #anon #asks and answers

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skeletaldarling · 5 years

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Full of life and Full of Love 1

A lot of people seemed to like this post right here, I really do too so I'm gonna continue it. (Btw, the title is a lyric from Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men)

@sidespromptblog this hc is still genius, good job

@creativity-killed-thekitten, you liked it last time and I’m bored so I thought I’d continue it,,, I hope you like it

Let me know if you have tips or advice or anything! I want to improve!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Summary: Patton and Logan are finally going on their first official date tonight and smol Dee is an adorable Dee.

Ship: Logicality, platonic analogical, platonic loceit, mentioned remile

Word count: 1 718

Warnings: Sympathetic deceit, mentioned homophobia, idk, feel free to tell me if I missed something!

Logan quietly opened the door to Dee's room and padded over to the crib that sat against the wall. The yellow and black quilts were pushed to one side and the almost-one year old was lying with his favourite snake toy.

"Hello little one." Logan murmured as he reached into the bed to lift his son into his arms. "How was your nap?"

Dee yawned and blinked slowly. Logan kissed their head as he grabbed 'Mr Snek' and flipped the nightlight off.

Logan kept the toddler distracted for about an hour before he made dinner. Dee loved experimenting with his set of rainbow blocks, he stacked them in size order and admired his work with a series of proud babbling sounds before knocking them over and giggling. Logan laughed with him and scooped him into his lap to tickle his tummy until he was bright red.

Dee cooed as he was set in his highchair. “Dada! Mr Snek!” He called gleefully.

Logan chuckled and passed the plush snake to him. While the toddler played with Mr Snek, Logan started dinner. He had a date with Patton Hart at seven and wanted to feed Dee by then so he could go to sleep and Virgil wouldn’t have to do much when he babysat.

Logan checked the time and mapped out a rough plan in his head while he prepared canned spaghetti on toast, Dee did not appreciate fancy food, his taste was basic and he didn’t like to venture outside his comfort zone.

Logan turned back to the toddler as he babbled at the yellow snake. “Hey Dee-dee.”

Dee looked up and broke into a grin, his birth mark almost looked like a patch on a cat’s face. He reached up and Mr Snek fell from his weak grip, “Snek!” He yelped, he looked up at his Dad with fearful eyes, he sniffled and his bottom lip quivered.

“No no no!” Logan picked it up and handed it back to the upset toddler. “See? There we go baby, it’s okay.”

Dee hugged the plush and started chewing on it immediately.

“Come on little one, let’s have some food first.”

Dee sniffed and ate some food with a grouchy expression. Logan chuckled at his wrinkled nose and kissed his forehead. “Come on Dee, a little bit more, if I didn’t think pretending eating utensils were vehicles was pointless I might tell you that this fork was a airplane, but I’m not going to do that so will you please just take a bite?”

Dee scowled but took a small bite.

“Thank you honey-dee.” Logan smiled. “Dad’s gotta get ready now, can you sit quietly with Snek for a bit?”

Dee wrinkled his nose again and hissed slightly.

Logan snorted. “You’ve got quite the attitude for someone so little.”

He picked him up, ensuring that Dee still had a firm grip on Snek, and carried him to his bedroom.

Dee was sitting in the middle of his dad’s bed, slobbering all over Mr Snek while Dad changed into a blue shirt and a black skirt that reached past his knees. “What do you think Dee?”

“Dada!”

“Thanks baby, docs or flats?”

Dee poked his tongue out and blew a raspberry.

“You -” Logan booped his nose, “- are a fashion genius, thanks honey-dee.”

He tugged his boots on and ran a hand through his hair, which, thankfully, he had remembered to wash.

It was 6:48. “Okay Dee, Virgil’s supposed to get here soon, are you gonna be nice and not difficult?”

Dee giggled and Logan let out a sigh. “You, my little snake, are mischievous.”

Logan carried him out to the living room so he could set him down in the center of his toys. “Honey, play -”

He was cut off by the doorbell.

“Don’t move.” Logan teased.

Dee blew him a raspberry as he opened the door, Logan shot him a look over his shoulder and grinned.

“Hello Virgil.”

The seventeen year old gave him a lazy peace sign and stepped inside, he was wearing his usual hoodie and his violet hair was pulled back in a small ponytail. “Hi Lo.”

“Hmm, you didn’t have to be invited inside, and I was so sure you were a vampire.”

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious.” Virgil said dryly.

Logan smirked. “Dee’s over there.”

Virgil headed over to the toddler and picked him up. “Hey bud. Whatcha doin’?”

Logan smiled at them. He taught English to highschoolers and Virgil was one of his students. He was the best writer Logan had ever taught and after the teacher had defended him from some homophobic punks, they formed a friendship. Virgil was his number one babysitter and adored Dee as if they were siblings. Virgil was almost a second child to Logan at this point, his own parents weren’t so great and Logan would happily have him over, even if it was just to do some homework and relax.

Virgil sat on the couch with the toddler in his lap. “So, you have a date?”

“Yes, and before you start asking questions, his name is Patton Hart, he works at Remy’s cafe, that’s where we met the other day.”

“Is he cute?”

“Virgil.”

“Well?”

Logan groaned. “I don’t have to answer, I’m your teacher.”

Virgil waved him off. “You love me.”

Logan rolled his eyes fondly and checked his eyeliner in the mirror. “How do I look? I asked Dee and he gave me some great advice.”

“Was it Dada or Snek?” Virgil asked. “But you look really good, I like the boots.”

“Of course you do.”

The doorbell rang and Virgil smirked. “Your date’s here.”

“Shut up.” Logan stroked Dee’s hair and walked over to open the door. “Hi Patton.”

“Hey Lo!” Patton greeted.

Logan stepped aside. “Come in for a moment, I’m just gonna grab my stuff. This is Virgil by the way, he’s watching Dee while we’re out.”

Virgil waved. “Hey.”

“Hello, hi Dee!” Patton came over to sit next to them.

“I like your dress.” Virgil said as he played with Dee’s hair.

“Oh thank you!” Patton was wearing a light blue dress, long sleeved with a thin gold belt and a sleeveless denim jacket that went with his white knee length cat socks.

Logan reappeared with a navy shoulder bag. He knelt in front of Virgil and stroked his son’s cheek. “I’ll be back after bedtime, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow morning, be nice to Virge for me. Love you honey-dee.” He kissed Dee’s forehead and squeezed his shoulder lightly. “Thanks Vee, we’ll be back by 10 but I’ll message you if our plans change, just put him to bed in twenty minutes. Keep in contact, you know the rules.”

“I know, have fun.”

“Bye, let’s go Patton.”

Patton stood and waved at Dee. “Bye guys.”

Logan led him out and waved to Virgil.

“You look adorable.” Logan admitted as they walked down the street.

Patton beamed. “Thanks! You look really nice too, I like the pins.”

Logan glanced down at his bag where the small collection of badges were. A rainbow, a brain, a moon and stars and a cloud that read I’m not sorry for your fragile masculinity.

Patton linked their hands, and a blush spread across Logan’s cheeks.

“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Patton asked.

“Not yet, we’re getting food to take to a surprise location.” Logan said as they turned a corner.

“And we’re walking?”

“It’s not far. I always liked this time of day, almost dark, everything seems calmer and more relaxed, I enjoy walking around here.”

Patton nodded. “That makes sense, it is pretty around here. I love the clouds, they’re beautiful.”

Logan looked up at the pink tinged sky, covered in smudges of orange and gold. “Yes, I suppose they are.”

Patton looked at him and smiled. God, his eyes were a fascinating blue, he was truly the cutest man Logan had ever seen. He smiled back and they kept walking, swinging their intertwined hands slightly.

“Here we are.” Logan announced. “They make the best burgers here.”

Patton looked down. “Um, I’m vegetarian.”

“That’s okay, I come here all the time with Remy and his boyfriend, Emile, he’s a vegetarian too and he absolutely loves their veggie burgers. They also have great fries.”

Patton’s bright smile returned. “Cool!”

They ordered their food to-go and walked out again.

“It’s not far, I promise.” Logan said as he guided Patton along the path.

They soon reached the place Logan was taking them, a park.

“It doesn’t seem like much but, this place is pretty and it’s fun and I really love bringing Dee here to lie on the grass and watch the sky.”

“Wow, Lo, this is actually really pretty.”

Logan led him over to a grassy spot by the playground and they sat. No one else was here, they had the place to themselves to eat and laugh and talk. Patton loved the burger, he loved the park, he loved the neighborhood, he was cheerful and bubbly and Logan found himself flustered and blushing every time Patton giggled or smiled. He was a waiter at Remy’s cafe, he loved working there, he really liked Remy and Emile and thought it was really cool that Remy and Logan were brothers.

Patton watched Logan talk about his job as a teacher, how talented Virgil was as a writer and how much he loved his son. He could talk about Dee for days and Patton could happily watch him.

“It’s almost 10.” Patton sighed, they were lying together on the grass watching the sky darken while holding hands. “Maybe we should go.”

“Probably, I really liked this though.” Logan said as he stood and stuffed their rubbish into his bag. “I’d love to do it again.”

“Absolutely! I love spending time with you.” Patton said, an adorable blush spreading under his freckles.

“I’m glad.” Logan murmured as they walked home again.

They reached Patton’s car and he stopped walking, he turned to Logan, his pale face glowing in the moonlight. “I should go, I really loved spending time with you Lo.”

“I feel the same way, Pat.”

They smiled and leaned forward to close the gap. When they pulled away, Logan was speechless.

Patton giggled softly. “Goodnight Logan Croft.”

“Goodnight Patton Hart.” Logan whispered as the smaller man climbed into his car and drove away.

#sander sides #logicality #tiny!sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #ts #ts sides #platonic loceit #small deceit #dad logan #tw deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #rj fic #full of life and full of love #folfol

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sometimeswritingsometimesdying · 4 years

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okay so in the loceitality 50s au I need Patton to accidentally be mistaken for a girl because of plot reasons that i can’t reveal just yet because PLOT

but yeah. i’m not sure how to go about it though? like, i was thinking that he could wear dresses and other typically-femminine clothing from that decade and he could like,,, play up an act with a higher voice ‘n stuff

and i wanted to take it the funny route where like,,, Logan then has to pretend being straight and he’s just clueless on how to do that. and Patton is constantly like “oh for god’s sake AGAIN?”

idk if that’s good though? any thoughts? or suggestions?

#sanders sides #patton sanders #50s au #pleeeeeeeease help me out

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imnotcameraready · 5 years

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chivalry is dead (5)

A/N: idk what to write here for this chapter, to be Fuckin Honest — this didn’t feel like a lot to write, and then i checked my wordcount and was like “woah! that’s the longest chapter” and i didn’t wanna cut it so here’s A Lot!!

WARNINGS: sympathetic deceit, threats, minor character death, knives, swords, descriptions of blood, blood, cursing, panic, chaos, Getting Lost in the woods, crowds, arguing, a chase, mentions of a bear, loneliness, — if i’ve forgotten any, please let me know!!!

Words: 5465

Pairings: nothing yet!!! slight hints of the good Royality™ and some Soft Loceit™ and some i guess hard-stop platonic Anxciet — DLAMP is still endgame but i told y’all this would be a fuckin slow burn

Part 1 (chivalry is dead) — Part 2 (i’m wishing) — Part 3 (the bells of notre dame) — Part 4 (honor to us all) — Part 5 (i’ve got no strings)

AO3 link!

@starlightvirgil @forrestwyrm @daflangstlairde @marshmallow-the-panda @askthesnake @k9cat

enjoy!! <3 <3

“I’ve got no strings, so I have fun….I’m not tied up to anyone….They’ve got strings but—”

“Would you shut up already? Of all the songs for you to be singing, too. Singing won’t get rid of me.”

“I can dream, can’t I?”

“Ppft. I don’t know, Dickhead in Distress, can you?”

“What’re you doing here, Dragon Bitch. Go kiss a mirror.”

“Just paying you a little visit. Excited to see you so vulnerable. Once I find the others, I’m gonna take a lot of pleasure in cutting your head off in front of them. Maybe we’ll even get a crowd.”

“I hope you never find them.”

“Then I’ll just kill you alone. Or maybe I’ll guillotine you! Oh, I’ll set up the most beautiful blade — cold steel, perfectly manicured and sharpened. Maybe that’ll actually draw them out of hiding, rolling your head along the main road, watching the blood paint the cobblestone red.”

“That’d….that’d hurt Thomas. Holy shit. You’re insane.”

“And you sicken me, what’s your point? You know I wouldn’t do that. Not with all your little lover boys in town.”

“What?”

“Didn’t you feel it? They finally checked in on us. Nerd Declassified Creativity Survival Guide let them in. It’ll be the coup of a century. And, if I find them....”

“Don’t hurt them.”

“They’ve got strings—”

“—No, no come back here. Don’t!—”

“—but you can see—”

“—Please, you can’t—”

“—there are no strings on me!”

As Anxiety, Virgil has a running mental list of all the things Thomas perceived as dangers. Ergo, these were things Virgil didn’t want happening to him. He doesn’t like not knowing what’s at the bottom of the ocean. A drink left unattended at party was a potential danger. He doesn’t like being caught in a lie and doesn’t like having to be out socializing for unexpectedly extended periods of time.

Waking up in on the ground in a forest was pretty high on that list. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the blue sky, dotted with small clouds, through an opening of tree branches.

He sat up, blinking his eyes more and trying to take in their surroundings. Dirt and leaves were stuck to his hair and the cloak he’d wrapped himself in. To his left was Patton, laying face down in a pile of leaves, and to his right was Deceit and Logan similarly splayed on the ground.

Immediately Virgil thought the worst, but his worries alleviated when Deceit groaned, and Logan’s arms pinched in to push himself up. Patton sat upright as well, arms stretching around himself.

“Well,” Patton hummed, “We’re not in Kansas anymore.”

The forest around them was thick, tall trees in every direction and stretching as far as they could see. They seemed to have landed in a small clearing, on a patch of grass and leaves and flowers, but still very much in the middle of the forest.

“Here I thought the Playwright’d be helping us,” Deceit said, picking the leaves off of his coat, “This is ridiculous. We’re in a forest.”

“This isn’t good. Oh my God, this isn’t good — Logan, what do we know about edible berries?” Virgil asked, turning around in a few circles.

Logan looked around, mouth open as he assessed the situation. Then, he patted the inside of his coat, mumbling to himself.

After standing up, Patton went to grab Virgil’s shoulders, stopping his spinning. “Don’t look around too much, kiddo, you’re gonna make yourself dizzy. And–And it’s okay! We’re in the Imagination now, and we’re gonna find Roman.”

“How’re we supposed to find Roman when I can’t even find the treeline?!” Virgil asked, grabbing Patton’s arms back, “And we just FELL. From the SKY.”

“Yeah, well….that can happen! It’s the Imagination, it’s okay. Besides, we survived! Roman wouldn’t let the Imagination hurt us,” Patton pulled him a little closer, patting his arm twice.

Virgil grabbed Patton’s hand and yanked him closer to his chest, causing the moral side to let out a small “Woop!” and open his arms as well. There had to be a number of panic attacks in one day that the anxious side could take, some sort of pain threshold, and he was certainly on his way to reaching it. Deceit watched them hug for only a few seconds before turning around and looking for Logan. And, by proxy, the book.

If the Playwright handed them a book saying that it’d help, calling it “deus ex machina,” then it likely had some sort of answer. Right?

It seemed Logan himself had the same thought, because he was sitting on the small stump, pressing his finger to it. Deceit approached and sat besides him. Logan had opened to a new page, one not indicated to earlier by the Table of Contents. “Imaginary Map” was the clever name, and the map itself stretched both pages. It didn’t indicate where they were, but there was a forest, a mountain range, and a lake, all forming a jagged triangle around what looked like a town. A small river ran through the town, between the mountains and lake. There was a compass in the bottom left corner as well, cardinal directions written in the Playwright’s neat but floppy handwriting.

“It’s a safe assumption that we’re somewhere here,” Logan circled the forest area, “But I cannot tell where the sun is.”

“If it follows a pattern. Roman’s been known to keep it on daytime for much longer than just one day,” Deceit said.

Logan shrugged. His foot was tapping on the ground, rubbing the corner of the page between his fingers. There were a lot of questions he had and a lot of feelings he didn’t understand. Why had Roman done this? It was excessive, to break oneself into pieces like he had allegedly done.

And he hadn’t ruled out the possibility that Roman had just dressed up different, was putting them through this story for god knows what reason. That Roman was upset about something or other, and thus had set up a narrative that held the other Sides at fault, with him sitting in his room safe and sound. Did Logan find that easier to explain? Perhaps. Did he want that? He was merely thinking of all the potentially logical explanations for Roman’s behavior.

He blinked when Deceit put a hand on his. “You’re gonna tear the page,” he said, voice quiet.

Slowly, Logan nodded, though he didn’t remove his hand from Deceit’s. The comfort was welcome at this time. “Thank you.”

They both examined the map, opening the book further when Patton and Virgil approached to see, the later having calmed down.

Virgil immediately pointed to a small gap between the tree drawings, then pointed to biggest tree drawing in the forest — it looked like the other trees, just slightly bigger. “I think we’re in this gap thing. And we gotta head to that tree,” he stood up straight, cupping his hands around his eyes and looking at the sky.

Logan glanced at him, then back at the map. “What makes you say that?”

“Big tree. First checkpoint, like in a video game,” Virgil said, jerking a thumb back toward the clearing’s center, “Wanna stare at the sun with me?”

Deceit carefully took the book from Logan’s hands, and Patton slid into Logan’s seat as he vacated it. He went to stand besides Virgil, lifting his glasses to the top of his head and watching the sun as well. Well, they weren’t staring straight at the sun, because that was dangerous. More like they were trying to figure out where it was in the sky through the thick tree coverage. Either way, it looked like they knew what they were doing, so he looked away. Patton hoped they knew what they were doing.

“Patton,” Patton glanced up from where he was fiddling with his shirt’s drawstrings, “You’ve been quiet.”

Deceit was watching him with a raised eyebrow beneath the bycocket hat that had replaced the bowler. Though, his hair was falling out of place beneath it. Patton leaned forward as he answered. “Oh, you know. Just worried’s all.”

Deceit stiffened when Patton cupped his cheek and slid the hair back into the hat, but he just kept talking. “I mean. It feels bad. Roman didn’t even tell us how he’d been feeling. And does that mean he’s been doubting himself this whole time? He thinks we don’t like him, and I know for a fact that that’s wrong.”

Patton sat back, crossed his legs, and nodded to himself. “We love Roman. I,” he trailed off, and then chuckled quietly, “I know I love Roman, a lot. We–We’re best friends!”

“And yet, he didn’t disclose his feelings.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what hurts about this all. But that just means we have to make sure he knows we love him! We’ve just gotta sure he knows so well that he doesn’t question it anymore!”

Deceit raised an eyebrow at Patton’s explicit and tunnel-visioned optimism. Judging by the shine in the moral side’s eyes, though, there was nothing Deceit could say to convince him otherwise.

Ah, curse them all and their stubborness. Deceit would have to find a good time to address that with Patton, to be honest. It always hurt, a little, when he caught Patton beating himself up over failing to emotionally connect with the other Sides. Nothing that a cuddle and some cookies wouldn’t stave off, but Deceit was….well, this whole endeavor with Roman was showing him that he couldn’t keep “staving off” the other Sides’ problems.

He shook his head, clearing it, and both him and Patton looked up to the sound of crunching leaves as Logan and Virgil made their way closer.

“East, right?” Virgil stuffed his hands into his pockets, pulling his thick cloak tighter around himself as he did so.

“Very much so. At least that will give us nearly a full day to find the forest’s edge. From there, we will be able to discern the distances between objects,” Logan said.

“It better not be too far. I don’t wanna be spending the night in the woods.”

“Well, sleeping in a forest is not ideal, though I have enough of an idea on how to arrange a lean-to that we may be able to survive one night.”

Virgil tutted, shaking his head. “What if some animals find us? Like a really big bear or something?”

Logan paused and, for a second, Virgil was worried that he’d respond with some statistic about what kinds of bears live in forests with trees like this. What Logan said, though, was “We’ll throw Deceit at the bear and run,” just as they stopped in front of Patton and Deceit.

Virgil and Patton both snorted at the offended gasp Deceit gave. “How dare!”

“Awh, Deceit, don’t worry! Logan’s just joking,” Logan opened his mouth to clarify that, yes, he was posing a hypothetical suggestion to alleviate Virgil’s worries, “We just couldn’t bear that!”

Logan rolled his eyes, pointedly ignoring Patton’s grin. Well, alright then. He clapped, drawing attention back to himself. “Okay. The sun is still rising, in that direction,” he pointed with one arm, “And, compared to the map, Virgil’s supposed first checkpoint is in that direction,” he shifted his arm.

“Although we don’t know distances comparatively to this map, I can only assume that if we walk continuously in that direction, we will soon find the large tree. That will also help us figure out the comparative distances on the map.”

After a round of agreements, the four Sides gathered themselves and began their trek, Logan leading the way with the book’s map open in front of himself. Some woodland creatures were about. Patton pointed out a squirrel, two squirrels, a bird (a swallow, according to Logan) and they’d even seen a deer in the distance.

There were still some loose ends to tie before this supposed quest, Deceit thought. He slowed his walk so he was in line with Virgil, who was bringing up the rear.

“Sssso.”

Virgil glanced at him from the corner of his eye, quick, before starring forward again. “What?”

“Truce,” Deceit was watching Virgil, lips pinched in thought.

Virgil stopped, as did Deceit. He turned to fully face him, brow pinched tight and mouth open in a small O. It looked like he was trying to weigh his options, or, Deceit considered, weigh a new insult.

“We have had our differences, Virgil. And I cannot say that I fully trust you either. But I think, for right now, we….should work together. I plan on working with you,” Deceit’s eyes narrowed when Virgil’s scowl deepened. “For Roman’s sake. At least.”

Virgil kept glaring at him. Deceit wasn’t sure if Logan and Patton had stopped walking, he wasn’t keen on taking his eyes off of Virgil. Since their steady falling out, he’d regarded Virgil as more of a live wire than anything else. He was a leading factor in stifling Thomas’ interactivity, after all, and that was detrimental to Thomas’ development as a human being. They very much had their historic differences. But, given Virgil’s display of protection in the Mind Palace….while Deceit wasn’t a fan of being immediately attacked, he understood the reasoning behind the decision. Fight or flight.

They held their stare-off for only a moment longer, until Virgil blinked, looking away towards the other two Sides. “You’re right. For Roman’s sake,” he added the last part softer, regret laced through his voice.

That was good enough, Deceit supposed. He started after Logan and Patton — they hadn’t stopped, and were two blue dots in the distance — when Virgil called after him. “Hey, Deceit?”

“Yes,” he looked at Virgil, who was tugging at his cloak’s sleeves, jaw set.

“I’m sorry. For attacking you earlier,” he said, quiet and strained.

Deceit’s eyebrow raised. That was unexpected, Virgil apologizing for a reaction. “It was understandable. I entered where I shouldn’t have, without forewarning. And you were already tightly wound from Roman’s extended disappearance.”

“Maybe it was valid, yeah, but still,” Virgil followed after him, steps slow and eyes trained not on Deceit’s face but his chin. “‘M sorry.”

Virgil felt a hand brush his and looked down to see Deceit holding his hand out, open for Virgil. “It’s okay, Virgil,” the other’s voice was so soft now, “Just some steps backward, and more steps forward to come.”

There were about a million things Virgil thought to say. Something about how that was just mumbo jumbo, something about hanging out with Patton too much, something else about how untrue that could be.

But something about the way Deceit’s hand was shaking, the way his snake eye twitched, like he was fighting an impulse, drove home that he honestly believed it. And, for Virgil, that was all he needed to take his hand and keep walking.

They’d been walking for maybe fifteen minutes total before coming across another clearing, this one much wider, with a thick oak tree in the center. Was it oak? The bark was reminiscent of an oak, but the tree itself was so big that it seemed more like a redwood.

Patton began walking around the tree, looking it over, while Virgil and Deceit followed behind Logan. He was the first to approach, drawing his hand down the bark as though feeling every etching.

“Well. This is your checkpoint,” Logan said.

“I don’t see how it’s so significant that it had to be marked on a map,” Deceit said, tilting his head upward, squinting into the light to see how tall the tree was.

“Just a hunch. I don’t really, either, other than….it’s big.”

“Maybe it’s just a big tree? Does Roman usually just make things like this?”

“I don’t know. I try not to interact with Roman’s creative process, especially his pet projects, similar to how he does not interact with mine,” Logan looked around, “We should walk the perimeter. There may be something different.”

Deceit and Virgil both nodded, and then turned in opposite directions. Logan followed after Virgil, one hand touching the tree still, and they found Patton first.

The moral side was on his tip-toes, examining something on the tree’s trunk. “What’d you find, Pat?” Virgil’s voice surprised Patton enough that he stumbled back a little.

“Ah, sorry!” Virgil checked on him, but Patton waved him off.

“It’s okay! I just got a little spooked — that’s a door.” Logan and Virgil looked at where Patton’d been inspecting.

Sure enough, there was a light circled outlined on the bark in black chalk. Logan moved closer immediately, taking a knee to inspect. There was a door-sized circle drawn on the bark, as well as a fully-blacked out circle where one would expect a handle, and a small keyhole drawn in just beneath.

In the center of the door was Roman’s crest, also drawn in with black chalk. Written beneath the crest was “A place for solitude.”

Logan squinted at the words, mouthing them quietly. He ran a thumb over the words and, finding them unchanged, rubbed a little harder. None of the chalk was coming off. Curious.

One could expect Roman to have magic in his world, given the present fantasy elements. This seemed to Logan like it could be the first indication of magic.

“What do you think that means?” Logan turned around, finding Deceit, Virgil, and Patton all standing behind him.

Logan looked back at the door and stood up slowly. “....I’m not sure. I don’t know how this world works, so trying to predict what it might mean could lead to the wrong assumptions, but it feels like something outside of reality.”

Patton nodded, and rubbed his own arms. They were lonely words indeed, and while it was a tree trunk, Patton was sure it led to something else. “Do you mean like magic?”

“It looks like we’re not getting in, if this is even a door,” Deceit stepped back as he spoke, “I don’t know how we’d even try to open it. We should try to find the road to town.”

“But this door’s got Roman’s crest on it. Another Roman’s probably in there,” Virgil said.

“There’s no way for us to get in, and it’s unconfirmed that this even a doorway. Plus, if it is another Roman, he probably heard us by now. He might not want to see us.”

“How would he have heard us?”

Deceit pointed up to a few feet above the door’s drawing. There was a circular window, seemingly without any glass.

“Hey L, has the map updated or anything?” Virgil asked, still looking at the window.

Logan frowned, pulling the book from his jacket. He flicked open the Table of Contents with emphasis, but stopped and spread out the page. There was a new section that had been scratched out, beneath “The Playwright,” and Logan couldn’t make out the words. Hm.

He opened the Imaginary Map, at the back of the book. The tree that they were at had been colored in with a dark brown trunk and bright green leaves, and had been labeled.

“The Playwright has named this tree ‘The Thief’s Nest,’” Logan said as he scanned the page, “Beyond that, nothing has changed.”

“Alrighty, so the Thief lives here! We’ll have to check back when he’s home and maybe he’ll let us in?” Patton nudged Logan, gesturing for him to follow.

“I find it unlikely that someone who describes their home as ‘a location for solitude’ would allow us entrance,” Logan stood up, looking at the Book again, “But I suppose we don’t have any other option. We should start in that direction.”

Patton nodded, a smile on his face. “Maybe we’ll be able to steal him away from his loneliness!”

His pun was met with an angry huff.

“Wow, it looks like Patton stole the air from your lungs,” Deceit quipped, “And here I thought thievery was wrong.”

He and Virgil had already started in the direction Logan had pointed to, a few steps away from them. Logan groaned at the pun, walking past Patton and ignoring Virgil’s snickering as he continued to lead their way out of the forest.

Finding the edge of the forest was simple — the map had shown that the distance between the Thief’s tree and the clearing that they’d landed in was actually shorter than the distance from the tree to the forest’s edge, confirming that the distances on the map were precise, to a comparative extent.

Once they got through the treeline, Virgil pointed out the road, only a short distance away, and they were soon on the path. On the horizon was a large castle, looking nearly as tall as the mountains behind it. The Sides could make out some buildings below it, sprawling and larger as they grew closer. This must be the town on the map. It was surrounded by a wall but there was a gate on their path, its doors open.

There was probably no harm in entering an unguarded door, Deceit had reasoned. They went in.

The town was certainly bustling, more people walking around as they walked along the road. Windows were open, store-fronts had crowds standing before them. Upon first entering, there were only one or two shop stalls between the streets, the more they walked but the deeper they got, the more stalls and stores there were; there were more people scattered around, talking in hushed voices or mulling around doorways. The buildings grew taller, too, the closer to the castle they got. Still semi-in the distance though much closer now was the castle, a towering figure with light-grey walls and red

The group held each others’ clothing ends as they slowly pushed into a large market-place area, such like a town square. Virgil was looking around, arms tucked in close and body pressing even closer to Logan as the crowd densified around them. Someone in the crowd caught his eye, though, and he squinted.

Slowly, he pointed his hand out in front of Logan and Patton. “Isn’t that the Dominos delivery guy?”

“Maybe — hey, that kinda reminds me of that one thing we saw on Tumblr, about how every face we see in a dream’s a face we’ve seen in real life,” Patton tapped his lip thoughtfully.

Virgil saw the gleam of getting to explain something in Logan’s eyes. As soon as Patton said “that one thing,” he frantically signaled from Logan’s left, waving his hand across his neck to call ‘cut.’ But the deed was done.

“Actually, that would imply that the human mind is unable to create new faces, but that hasn’t been proven in a way that can be measured. According to a media article published by Stanford University’s Neuroscience Department, there are many ways that the human dreamlike state’s facial recognition cannot be calculated in an adequate way, including that such a test would involve precise knowledge of every face that a person has seen throughout their lifetime, including passing strangers. Though it’s heavily implied, due to how humans use REM sleep to store memories—”

“Hang on, hang on,” Deceit waved a hand at them, drawing immediate silence, “Listen.”

They both stopped, Virgil flicking his hood off so he could better hear. Patton was already looking around, trying to find where it was coming from.

“A dream is a wish your heart makes”

“Yep, that’s him,” Virgil murmured.

Patton pointed to the left and Deceit nodded. “Let’s go,” Deceit said, before Patton grabbed his arm and tugged him down the road.

They both immediately picked up a brisk fast-walk, jogging after the music, with Logan and Virgil right on their heels.

“When you’re fast asleep~”

“Is this going to be a trend, do you think? Following music?” Logan huffed quietly, “It seems to be a motif.”

“Motif?” Virgil asked.

“Yes. Given how the Playwright was discussing this whole scenario, it seems that some literary devices will be used to aid us in finding Roman. The use of music, specifically Disney music , may be a way to lead us, the protagonists, towards the next plot point.”

“In dreams you lose your heartaches~”

Virgil pursed his lips. “You know, I don’t know if we get to be meta here.”

“Why wouldn’t we? We’ve done so in multiple episodes, for comedic relief,” Logan said. Patton and Deceit rounded around a corner, and there seemed to be a soft ukulele accompaniment to the singing.

“Well,” Virgil said, as he and Logan jogged after them, “I don’t know if we’re allowed to break the fourth wall in fan—”

Deceit and Patton had stopped just around the corner, and Virgil slammed into Patton’s back, making him stumble forward a few steps. Logan stopped himself, tripping on his feet but being caught by Deceit and held steady.

“Oh, shoot, sorry,” Patton helped Virgil upright, “We just found him.”

“Whatever you wish for, you keep~”

There was a small crowd, only about twenty people, gathered around a set of five barrels. And Roman.

Well. One of the Romans, they all reminded themselves, because this certainly wasn’t their prince. He was wearing a loose white tunic shirt and a red vest trimmed with gold, all of which was tucked into a bright red waist-sash. Beneath the sash was a pair of puffy pants tucked into knee-high black boots with golden heels. His hair was messy, swept up and blowing around in nonexistent wind.

“Didn’t the Playwright say something about every Roman having part of his crest?” Patton asked, tilting his head.

“He said that the book’s cover would update with parts of his crest as we talked to more of the Romans, not that they each would be adorned with the crest,” Logan looked at the book’s cover, then flipped it open to the Table of Contents.

“Have faith in your dreams, and someday~” the Roman’s voice rang clear as day over the hushed crowd, even over the bustling sounds of people walking past.

A new section appeared, a sub-section of “The Playwright” called “Authors Notes.” That definitely hadn’t been there prior. Logan squinted and began flipping to it, but was interrupted by Virgil nudging him and pointing.

“He is wearing the crest, I think. Look at his pants.”

The Roman’s pants had a jagged designs on them, red pants with golden stitching in a zig-zag and with small gold circles around it. “Doesn’t it look like his crest’s mountains and swirly whatever’s?”

….He supposed Virgil had a point.

The Roman stood up on the barrel and struck a pose while strumming on the ukulele. He was watching someone in the crowd, smile broad as the sky.

Then, he hopped from one barrel to another, making a pose as he did so. “Your rainbow will come shining through~” he spun on the barrel on the word “rainbow,” and Virgil stiffened.

“He has good balance and coordination,” Logan placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder, rubbing gently, “He didn’t fall off the ladder, and he’s will not fall off the barrels.”

“....What if you’re wrong,” Virgil hissed.

Logan raised his eyebrow at Virgil, as though daring him to repeat that sentiment. Virgil just rolled his eyes and glowered back at the Roman.

“So,” Patton turned around and whispered to the group, “We….probably have to talk to him.”

“No matter how your heart is grieving~”

“We definitely need to talk to him,” Deceit said, turning his head towards Patton, “But to do so we’re also gonna have to interrupt his performance.”

“Do you think we can just wait until he’s done?” Virgil tugged at his sleeves, watching the Roman do a twirl after another jump, one leg kicked into the air, “Maybe he’s got good coordination, but if we interrupt him, and he gets really shocked, and he falls over—”

“Then one of us can catch him. I do agree, though, that intervening is not the best course of action. It may upset this iteration of Roman.”

“Alright, then, how about we wait until the song’s over?”

“If you keep on believing~”

“It’s almost over, right?”

“I think this verse repeats?”

“How….how do you not know how this song goes? Isn’t this Princey’s ringtone?”

“I don’t know. I don’t typically retain the memory of lyrics, that is overseen by Roman, and I don’t listen to his ringtone. I just retain facts, schedules, and our internal clock, among my other duties.”

“And yet you’ve memorized the Rainforest Rap?”

“Let’s not hound Logan for his music tastes, Black Parade.”

“The dream that you wish will come true!”

All four of them were startled by the uproarious applause that broke out. They looked up to see the figure laughing, leaning forward from the front-most barrel to high five someone in the crowd. As he leaned in, he acted like he was listening to something, ukulele held high and away in the gesture. His movements were was comical and exaggerated, hand cupping his ear, legs in a bent splits over the barrel.

“....D’you think they all have names like, ‘the position-name’?” Virgil asked, watching the Roman lean back up, do a backflip onto another barrel,“Because I think this one’s a clown.”

“Perhaps he’s the performer,” Logan suggested.

“Oh! Maybe he’s the thespian!” Patton clapped.

“We just missed his mid-song break,” Deceit said, pinching the bridge of his nose as the Roman began strumming his ukulele again, “Oh my God, we missed his song break.”

Virgil nudged him with his elbow. “It’s not like he’s going—”

“STOP! THIEF!”

The four Sides, along with most of the civilians who’d been watching the performance, all turned around around. Behind them were some taller buildings, fluctuating between three and four floors of height. After craning their necks, trying to find the source of the yell, Virgil tapped Logan’s chest and pointed.

Four buildings down, running along the building’s rooftop, was a man. He had a large black cloak, covered with deep red patches, that billowed after him. That was all they could see from this distance.

Fortunately, they weren’t the only ones who had spotted the man on the roof.

“Hey, Aladdin!” the performing Roman shouted, cutting himself off by waving his ukulele into the air, “Stealing from the dragon’s hoard again?”

“Aw, shut up and get running, Sir Talks-a-lot!” came the reply.

The Roman laughed, loud and brash, but only Patton turned toward him. He saw the performing Roman jump off of the barrel he’d been standing on, into the crowd and disappearing from Patton’s sight.

“One jump! Ahead of the breadline!” he sang, strumming the ukulele once, harshly, before the crowd around him dissolved into shouting, running, and chaos, “One swing! Ahead of a sword!”

Patton looked back up at the running figure. The cloaked man jumped off of one of the roofs, pirouetting mid-jump and throwing something at the guards. Two of them dodged, but one was struck, falling over. Virgil flinched as he noticed the fallen guard had been hit with a throwing knife, the handle wrapped with a bright red fabric.

He tugged Deceit’s arm, hissing at the other two, “We’ve gotta follow him.”

“Do you think that’s another Roman,” Logan asked. He glanced at Virgil, who nodded before immediately running in the direction of the cloaked figure and guards.

Deceit opened his mouth, but was shoved to the side by another person in passing. “Hey, watch it!” he snapped, looking around to see who’d pushed him.

Laughter, childish laughter. He looked down to see a young boy with messy light brown hair and a black cloak. The boy turned to him, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“Sorry, mister Deceit! I’ve gotta run!” the golden brooch that pinned the child’s cloak together glistened in the light.

Logan and Deceit heard Patton’s breathing hitch when he saw it was the sun from Roman’s crest. Another one.

“You know, the Playwright implied it’d be hard to find them all,” Deceit mumbled.

A guard shouted, something indecipherable, but the child took is cue. He turned and kept running, away from them all.

“Wait,” Patton shoved Logan to the side and ran after the child, “He’s–He’s just a kid—!”

“God damnit,” Deceit hissed, pressing shoulders with Logan as they both turned in opposite directions.

They looked at each other, then the stage. The crowd had completely cleared now, chaotic as people ran away from the multiple groups of guards. The Roman they’d seen performing earlier was nowhere in sight, barrels kicked over, though….they could hear faint singing from beyond the wall.

“We should regroup later,” Deceit said, “Right here. Tomorrow morning, if need be.”

“After sunrise. You follow Virgil, I will follow Patton,” Logan responded.

He patted Deceit’s back and they pushed off of each other, taking off in their own respective directions.

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ao3feed-mcufemslash · 4 years

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Head cannons & One-shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Vqhf0g

by FluffySpirits

A bunch of bullshit I create or come up with. (*swearing*)

Words: 86, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Sanders Sides (Web Series), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Haikyuu!!, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Logic | Logan Sanders/Deceit Sanders

Additional Tags: Angst, Deceit has wholesome tendencie, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Bad At Titles, adding tags as we go, The character's list will change every so often, not all tags are implemented yet, but - Freeform, Tags May Change, Tags Are Fun, and, Tags Are Hard, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Swearing, chaotic energy, Chaos, I Don't Even Know, How Do I Tag, What Was I Thinking?, probably sex mentioned idk, Loceit - Freeform, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Possible Roceit not sure yet, I have issues guys, Touch-Starved, That'll happen eventually, Please Don't Hate Me, I don't know what I'm doing, I Blame Tumblr, I really do, head cannons are taking over my life

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Vqhf0g

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ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender · 4 years

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Head cannons & One-shots

read it on the AO3 at Head cannons & One-shots

by FluffySpirits

A bunch of bullshit I create or come up with. (*swearing*)

Words: 86, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Sanders Sides (Web Series), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Haikyuu!!, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Logic | Logan Sanders/Deceit Sanders

read it on the AO3 at Head cannons & One-shots

#ao3feed #fanfic #voltron #voltron: legendary defender #ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender

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Head cannons & One-shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Vqhf0g

by FluffySpirits

A bunch of bullshit I create or come up with. (*swearing*)

Words: 86, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Sanders Sides (Web Series), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Haikyuu!!, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Logic | Logan Sanders/Deceit Sanders

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Vqhf0g

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #ao3feed #fanfic #haikyu #ハイキュー!!

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