#anton sanders

[moonbeam-dragon]

I know I already have a lot of AUs but

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #sandersverse #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #remy sanders #emile picani #prince character #pryce sanders #teacher character #teagan sanders #antagonist character #anton sanders #dad character #dayd sanders #my ocs #thatsthat24

[gamerzylo]

#shitpost #sanders sides #sanders shorts #cartoon therapy #remy sanders #dr. picani #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #anton sanders #virgil sanders #andy sanders #thomas sanders

[sandersverse-apocalypse-au]

Sandersverse Apocalypse AU

I made a sideblog for this. Please read and comment!

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[thomas-and-the-chocolate-factory]

Thomas and the Chocolate Factory - Chapter 8

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Fanfiction

Summary: Remus Duke is the greatest chocolatier of all time, and after living the past few years a recluse, he decides to finally open his factory once again. And it's young orphan Thomas Sanders' dream to win a ticket and get to go! Will he win a ticket? And if he does, will he make it out alive?

Masterpost

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The next morning at the orphanage was a blur. Thomas was desperate to get to the factory as quickly as possible, not wanting to risk being late. As soon as his alarm went off in the morning, he ran to the shower. Once he was done, he got dressed as quickly as possible, brushing his teeth at the same time.. He made sure to grab his ticket and put it in his pocket, so he wouldn’t forget it later. Then, he went downstairs, pulling on his shoes as he hopped down to the floor where Dot and Larry’s room was.

Knocked wasn’t the right word. He slammed on the door to Dot and Larry’s room. “It’s Thomas! I’m ready to go!”

The door opened, revealing Larry, pulling on a sweater vest, clearly having just finished getting dressed. “Bit early, isn’t it, kiddo? It’s quarter to nine, the tour isn’t until ten. No need to rush.”

“I know, but I’m really excited and want to get there early! Plus I told a friend I’d meet him there at nine…”

“Okay, okay, let me just finish gathering everything and we can get going. It might be a good idea to get there before a big crowd builds up anyway.” Larry stepped back into the bedroom, picking up his keys, wallet and phone, slipping them into his pocket. He pulled on his coat, stepping over to the bed. He leaned over Dot, kissing her head softly. “See you later, love.”

Dot smiled sleepily up at him, before kissing him back. “Bye, dear. You and Thomas have a good day, alright?”

“Will do,” Larry smiled back, before waving as he walked out the door. He looked down at Thomas. “All ready?”

“Mhm!” Thomas nodded.

“Then let's get going.”

The two headed downstairs, leaving the orphanage and beginning the walk to the Duke chocolate factory. With how close they were, there wasn’t any point in driving. The two talked as they went, most of the conversation being Thomas rambling excitedly about what he thought they’d see in the factory and what Remus Duke would be like. The whole walk, Thomas kept his hand in his pocket, holding tightly onto the ticket so he could be sure it wouldn’t fall out.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive. There were a few people milling around the factory, a couple of news crews setting up, but it was still too early for it to be very busy yet. None of the other ticket winners seemed to be there yet. However, someone else was…

“Nico!” Thomas broke into a run as soon as he saw his friend, waving to him.

“Hey, Thomas!” Nico smiled. “Did you hear the news yesterday about the last ticket being a fake? I got so mad when I found out! To think I’d given up when it was still out there…”

“Actually, about that, I have some awesome news!” Thomas pulled his ticket out of his pocket. “Look what I got!”

Nico’s jaw dropped. “... No. Way.”

“I found it last night! I found some money in the street, and I used it to get some chocolate, and the ticket was inside! So, uh, sorry our plans to hang out today have been ruined…”

Nico let out a laugh. “Thomas, you’re getting to go inside Duke’s factory! I don’t mind if we can’t hang out today, this is so much better! Heck, we’re definitely hanging out tomorrow so you can tell me all about it.”

Thomas smiled, nodding in agreement. “Definitely!”

“Wait wait wait wait! The last ticket was actually won?! Hey, Steve, get over here!” Remy Sleep came jogging over, standing next to Thomas, pointing for the camera man to set up in front of them. “Okay, when you’re all ready, count us in.”

Steve nodded, getting the camera in position. Larry hurried over, seeing Thomas looked a little overwhelmed at suddenly being thrust in front of a camera with no warning, standing just behind him. “It’ll be fine, Thomas, don’t worry.”

“3…2…1…” Steve nodded to Remy as the broadcast began.

The reporter immediately put on a smile. “Hey, babes, I’m here with a surprise broadcast to bring some unexpected news! The final ticket, thought to be lost after the fake claimant was exposed, was actually found! I’m here with the lucky final winner! Tell us all your name, kid.” They held their microphone up to Thomas, who gulped, trying to push down his nerves and smile.

“Th-Thomas Sanders!”

“And this must be your father?” Remy looked up at Larry.

“Oh, ah, no I’m not. I’m Larry Smith, I’m one of the care workers at the local orphanage.”

Remy’s expression immediately softened, smiling mask dropping to genuine compassion as they looked down to Thomas. “You’re an orphan…?”

“Y-yeah… But I’ve lived at the orphanage for pretty much all my life, and Larry and Dot have been the best carers ever!” Thomas smiled. “I couldn’t ask for better parental figures.”

“Aw…” Remy turned back to the camera, putting back on their charismatic persona. “Looks like we have a real underdog story here, folks. So, how’d you end up getting so lucky? What’s the story of how you won the ticket?”

“It’s nothing special really,” Thomas shrugged. “I was just walking home from school yesterday and found some money in a gutter, and figured I could use it to buy a bar of chocolate for the other kids at the orphanage. Then when I was leaving, I heard that the last ticket had been a fake, and I got curious and opened it… and there the ticket was!”

“Nothing special? Winning a ticket when you had such low odds sounds pretty special to me. You’re probably one of the luckiest kids in the world. So, what are you looking forward to most about the tour? Trying a bunch of candy? Meeting the other kids on the tour?”

“I am really looking forward to all that, but what I’m looking forward to most is meeting Mr Duke! I can’t wait to see what he’s like, and find out how he comes up with and creates all those amazing candies! I bet he’s incredible.”

Remy smiled - their smile looked a lot more earnest and warm than when they’d been on screen with all the other ticket winners - and turned back to the camera. “That’s been our interview with the surprise final ticket winner, Thomas Sanders! Keep watching and we’ll keep you updated on the events outside of the Duke factory. For now, back to the studio.”

Steve cut the camera, and Remy turned back to Thomas. “Thanks for the impromptu interview, kid. Have fun on the tour. And apologies in advance if I corner you for an interview afterwards.” They waved, before walking away with the camera man.

“Wow…! You were on TV!” Nico ran back over. “You’re, like, a celebrity now!”

Thomas blushed a little. “I wouldn’t say that…”

Larry put his hand on Thomas’ shoulder. “Sorry to cut your conversation short, but the crowd’s starting to build up now. It’s probably best if we go stand at the gates so we don’t get blocked away by the crowd.”

“Right,” Thomas nodded, before turning back to Nico. “See you tomorrow?”

Nico nodded. “Come round my house around midday. Have fun!”

Thomas waved as he and Larry walked away towards the large factory gates, standing just outside of them. The crowd was forming a semicircle around them, eyes and cameras trained on the boy with the golden ticket in his hands. It was a little overwhelming, but Thomas did his best to keep a smile on his face, wave and show off his ticket. I mean, this was a big day. He may as well help make sure people had good photos of it.

“Excuse me! Out of the way! Duke ticket winner coming through!”

The crowd parted as at the man’s voice, revealing third ticket winner Logan Beauregarde walking into the semicircle. He was wearing a blue coat, black knee high socks, and brown Mary-Jane shoes. As usual, he was chewing the gum in his mouth. Anton Beauregarde was with him, hand on his son’s shoulder, and he huffed as he saw Thomas. “Great, we’re not the first ones here… Well, come on, we need to make sure we get good photos.”

Logan nodded, pulling his ticket from his coat pocket and letting his father guide him over to a cluster of photographers.

Thomas looked up at Larry. “Do you think I should go say hi…?”

Larry shrugged. “It’s up to you, kiddo. I mean, personally… I don’t think I’d even bother with this kid, but it’s your choice.”

Thomas nodded, taking a deep breath and putting a warm smile on his face, before walking up to Logan. “Hi there! I’m Thomas, it’s nice to meet you!”

Logan raised an eyebrow and, despite being shorter, seemed to look down on Thomas. “I’m not here to make friends,” was all he said, before turning back to the crowd.

Thomas blinked. “Oh… w-well, I am! So, uh, whether you like it or not, I’m gonna be nice to you!”

Logan didn’t say anything or even look back at Thomas. Instead, he shuffled a little away from the other boy and closer to his father. Thomas deflated a bit, sighing, before walking back over to Larry.

“No luck?”

“No…”

“Oh well. There’s the other kids you can try to talk to at least? That Patton boy didn’t look so bad.”

Thomas hummed.

“Out the way! MOVE! Daddy, why won’t they let us through?!”

“Patience, little prince, give them a moment to make a path…”

The crowd parted yet again, revealing Roman Salt. He was wearing a red shirt and matching skirt, a black ribbon around his waist tied in a bow at the back, with white knee high socks, and black Mary-Jane shoes. He also had an expensive looking mink fur coat. His father, Romulus Salt, was just behind, phone to his ear and talking into it. As he saw the two other winners, Roman froze, expression souring. He rounded on his father. “You said we’d be the first ones here.”

“I’m sorry, prince, but I couldn’t control the traffic.”

“Then we should have left the hotel earlier!” Roman huffed, folding his arms.

Thomas fiddled, walking over to the boy, a little more nervous and tentative than he was with Logan. “Um, hi there. I’m Thomas. It’s nice to meet you.”

Roman looked Thomas up and down, for a moment seeming almost disgusted by his old worn clothing, before offering his hand for Thomas to shake. “Roman Salt.”

Thomas smiled. Already going better than with Logan. He shook Roman’s hand. “So, are you excited for the tour?”

“Duh, of course I am. Who wouldn’t be?” Roman shrugged, before frowning as he looked over at Logan. “Well, apart from him… Seems more focused on the publicity than the tour itself. I honestly think it’s so unfair that he got a ticket despite barely caring! I mean, neither did that emo kid, but at least he bought a lot of chocolate and actually participated! That four-eyes only bought one bar!”

Thomas frowned at the harsh words, but decided not to bring up the fact Roman technically bought and opened no bars. Instead he just shrugged, saying, “I mean, I only bought one myself…”

“Yeah, but that’s different. You’re poor.”

Thomas winced, but again decided not to remark on the comment. “I wouldn’t say Logan doesn’t care about the tour. In his interview, he seemed pretty passionate about how Mr Duke makes candy, and the special prize at the end.”

“Everyone wants to find out how he makes candy. And the special prize doesn’t count, because I’m getting that, no question.”

“Uh huh…”

Thomas was rather thankful that the conversation was cut short as the crowd began to shift and move once again. A voice with a German accent could be heard inside calling, “Excuse me! Oh, sorry! Just need to squeeze through, sorry, excuse me…”

Eventually, Patton Gloop stepped into the semicircle, letting out a breath as he escaped the crowd. He wore a light blue polo shirt, with a grey cat hoodie tied over his shoulders, and khaki pants. Harley Gloop stepped out just behind him, smoothing the skirt of her dress.

Patton gazed up at the factory in amazement, letting out a small squeal, clapping his hands. Then, his eyes went to Thomas and Roman, and he hurried over. “Hallo! I’m Patton, it’s nice to meet you! You’re Roman, right? Oh, and you must be the person who won the last ticket, right?”

Thomas nodded, smiling at the other boy’s enthusiasm. “Yep! I’m Thomas, it’s nice to meet you too.”

“This is exciting, right? Gosh, I’ve always wanted to go to the Duke factory, and now I finally get the chance! I can’t wait to try all sorts of delicious candy…”

“You sure you need it?” Roman muttered, eyes glancing at Patton’s stomach. Patton flushed a bit, ashamed, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Thomas frowned at Roman, before giving Patton a reassuring smile.

“I want to try a bunch of candy too! How about we go around and try stuff together? It’ll be fun to share what we eat.”

Patton blinked at him, before a small smile appeared on his face. “Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay!”

Thomas looked to Roman. “Do you want to join us?”

Roman hesitated, before huffing. “... Fine. Just so I get to try more candy. I’m not going to give you anything I get for myself.”

Patton looked even more giddy now. “Oh! Should we go ask… it’s Logan, right?”

Thomas nodded. “Yeah, it is, but ah…” He hesitated. “I’m not sure if we should bother asking him. I tried to talk to him earlier, but he just told me he’s ‘not here to make friends’.”

“I’d feel bad if we left him out, though,” Patton said. “Maybe if all three of us ask him, he’ll agree?”

“I guess that’s worth a try…”

Patton grinned, before taking both Thomas and Roman’s hands and pulling them in Logan’s direction. Roman yelped in surprise, having tuned out of the conversation and being caught by surprise by the tug. When they reached him, Patton tapped on Logan’s shoulder. Logan turned, huffing a bit as he saw the other three boys, folding his arms. “What do you want?”

“Hallo, I’m Patton! The three of us were wondering if you wanted to hang out with us in the factory? We were planning on sharing candy with each other and stuff. It’ll be fun!”

“I’ve already made it absolutely clear, I don’t care about making friends and ‘hanging out’. My focus needs to be entirely on winning the prize at the end of the tour,” Logan snapped, and was about to turn away from them again, before he noticed Roman rolling his eyes and chuckling. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just the fact you think you’re going to get the special prize. That’s already mine.”

“It is, is it? What, are you going to get your daddy to buy it for you?” Logan teased, smirking. “You can’t just throw your money at Mr Duke, it’s a competition. He’d never pick a spoiled brat like you. Unlike you, I actually deserve it.”

“Deserve it?!” Roman laughed. “Please, you only bought one ticket!”

“Says you, you didn’t buy any! Your dad got them all for you. You couldn’t even be bothered to open them yourself. I put in actual work and research.”

“Well, I heard rumours you hacked into Mr Duke’s computers to find the ticket! I don’t think he’ll appreciate that.” Roman folded his arms, a smug grin on his face. “I’ve got this in the bag.”

Logan’s face flushed a little, and he quickly stuttered out, “Th-that’s just a rumour, it’s not true! And if it was, I-I think he’d think it was resourceful and intelligent. Unlike you, who was lazy-“

Roman let out an offended gasp.

“-exploitative-“

Roman gasped again.

“-and self-centred.”

Roman let out a final gasp. “Oh, I’m self-centred? I’ve never met anyone as arrogant as you!”

“I am not arrogant.”

As the two boy’s argument continued, Patton and Thomas shared a glance. After a silent agreement, they both turned and shuffled away.

“Guess I should have listened to you and not talked to Logan, huh…?” Patton chuckled awkwardly, before sighing. “Sorry…”

“It’s okay,” Thomas reassured. “It was nice of you to want to include him. And you didn’t know it’d lead to… that. And anyway, we can still have fun even if they’re busy fighting.”

Patton nodded, but still looked a little down. Thomas didn’t get a chance to reassure him further, when the crowd started to part yet again, revealing the final ticket winner to arrive. Virgil Teevee had the hood of his purple hoodie pulled up, hands buried in the pockets. He had black headphones on, a black graphic tee with a purple stormcloud logo, black ripped jeans and black combat boots. His mother, Linda Teevee, walked beside him, talking to him.

“Come on, honey, why don’t you pull your hood down so the reporters can take nice pictures?”

Virgil just grumbled, doing the complete opposite and pulling down his hood to cover more of his face as he stepped into the semicircle where the winners were.

Patton tugged Thomas’ sleeve. “Do you think we should go say hi to him? Or do you think he’ll just brush us off and we shouldn’t bother…?”

“I think it’s worth a try!” Thomas said, leading the way over to the emo boy. “Hi, there! I’m Thomas, it’s nice to meet you! And this is Patton.”

“Hallo.” Patton smiled warmly. “We wanted to ask if you want to hang out and share candy with us in the factory?”

Virgil looked between them both, his one eye that wasn’t covered by his purple bangs looking wide with almost fear. He didn’t say anything… before turning away from them both, pulling his phone from his pocket and staring down at it. His finger clicked the button on the side to turn the volume of his music up.

“Virgil, don’t ignore these boys, they’re trying to be nice,” Linda scolded. But she got no response. “Virgil!” Still nothing. She sighed, before looking at Thomas and Patton. “I’m sorry about that, Virgil’s a very… independent boy. It can take a while for him to open up to new friends.”

“That’s okay. The offer still stands if he wants to join us later.”

Linda smiled, nodding. “I’m sure he’ll open up more as the day goes on.”

Thomas turned to Patton, who looked pretty disappointed by Virgil’s rejection. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by a loud creaking. 

A hush fell over the crowd as the noise echoed. Even Logan and Roman stopped fighting, Romulus hung up his phone call, and Virgil looked up from his phone. The kids all returned to stand with the guardians, pulling their golden tickets from their pockets.

The gates of Remus Duke’s chocolate factory were opening.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #c!thomas #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #nico flores #larry cartoon therapy #dot cartoon therapy #king creativity #harley sanders #anton sanders #ts linda #remus sanders #chapter 8 #fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction

[cyberramble]

Tea Time!

Day 7; Poisoned (Critic/Anton)

(TWs - Cyanide poisoning, vomiting)

Anton stared at the bubbly writing, he was invited to one of Patton's famous tea parties. This "event" wasn't as important to him as it was to the others, maybe it was because he wasn't close to the moral side. The critic looked at the clock, then back at the invite, folded it, put it in his desk drawer and set an alarm for five pm. While waiting for the time to arrive, he anxiously did some work, this was Patton and everything will be fine. He kept telling himself.

Still, there was that inkling at the back of his mind that something would go wrong. Oh well, guess he will just have to tough it out. Pulling him from his thoughts, the alarm went off sending a shock through his spine. He grabbed his phone and left, Anton headed through the barely decorated hallway, down the stairs and towards the door that lead to the lightside's home.

Letting himself through, not without hyping himself up first, Anton etched a smirk on his face and greeted Logan who was on his way out. He carefully stepped over the paper on the floor and lead himself through the frontroom's door and into the dining room where he was meant to meet Patton.

Who was infact sitting at the table already. "Anton! Please, take a seat, make yourself at home and don't be afraid to ask for something." The moral side greeted, getting up and pulling out a chair for the critic who happily sat down, thanking xem. They chatted for a bit, went over basic rule and common grounds. They might of even gossiped a bit, Anton never knew Patton was the type to gossip but he wasn't one to go to tea parties either.

After a good few conversations, Patton left to the kitchen to actually make tea. Anton sat there, surprised he wasn't contemplating leaving already but to be fair he was actually having some fun and they've got a good few hours to go as well. The kitchen door clicked open and closed again, Patton came out with two cups of tea. "If you want, you can help yourself to some food." Xe informed him, he wasn't really that hungry since he's had lunch and his body's natural timer for dinner need a good few hours to set off.

He took the first sip of tea, it tasted different. Anton just guessed they use a different brand for tea though, it's not something to get worried over. It was quite good actually, they sat in silence as they drank, Anton was the first to finish his tea. Then Patton did. Then, naturally, the conversations started up again. It seemed they had more in common than he thought.

It was all going good, until he started to choke up. Nausea hit his stomach like a flood. Anton stood up, bent over and vomited on the ground, he started to loose balance from dizziness. He quickly fell backwards by his own will, almost hitting his head on the table, and onto his arms as to not fall into the vomit puddle. His heart rate was sped up, he was short of breath and felt like he needed to vomit again, something was not right. It was a good couple of minutes before everything started changing again, Anton's heart rate dropped an incredible amount and his vision started to fade but right before he black out he could see Patton crouched down in front of him, showing off a small little bottle with the label 'cyanide' on it.

And then his consciousness slipped from his hands like sand.

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[loganslowdown4]

Barbie movie eh?

I just had a vision that Thomas would maybe make a short or a movie review video as the Critic when he goes to watch the Barbie movie 😂😂💗

I really really hope so!

#ts theory #ts prediction #thomas sanders #ts critic #critic sanders #Anton ego #Barbie movie #Barbie #critique of Barbie movies

[naminethewriter]

Our High School Musical Moment

Back on track with @roceit2023. This is the longest one yet, have fun! 💛💖

Here on Ao3

Masterpost | Roceit Week 2023 Masterpost

Summary: Roman auditions for a gay production of High School musical and is immediately smitten by his duet partner.

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Roman lightly jumped up and down, trying to get his nervousness under control. This might just be the worst he’s felt before an audition, probably because it was a role he had wanted to play since childhood.

Troy Bolton.

He had fallen in love with High School Musical the first time he watched it and continued to see it again and again, never tiring of it. Having a crush on Zac Efron didn’t help. And now his college was doing a queer production of the musical with a gay romance at the center. Gabriella was now Gabriel – not the most creative choice but why chose something else if there was a clear answer in front of you.

Roman would take any role, really, but he had to try his luck at getting the lead.

“Roman Prince for Troy Bolton and Janus Drake as Gabriel Montez, please join us on stage!” The casting director called. Roman took a deep breath and made his way from the audience up on stage. The other person that had been called, Janus, came from the other side of the room with confident strides that Roman envied. He just hoped that his hands weren’t shaking as much as he feared.

“Thank you for coming, you two,” the director, who had introduced himself as Anton earlier, greeted them both when they made it over to him. “Do you know each other by chance?” Roman just shook his head while Janus replied with a simple: “No.”

“That’s fine. Take a moment to meet each other, harmonize if that’ll make it easier and then give us your best ‘Breaking Free’ performance. Just give a sign to Angela at the piano over there when you’re ready.” Anton motioned to a brown-haired girl sitting at a grand piano stage left who gave them a quick wave.

“Will do,” Roman nodded and Anton patted him on the shoulder.

“That’s what I like to hear. Just make it quick, there’s others still waiting.” He hopped off stage and Roman turned to Janus who was looking him up and down. Their eyes met and Roman was stunned by the beautiful green on the right and deep brown on the left.

“Hi,” he said breathlessly before catching himself and tagging on: “I’m Roman, I’m a theater major.”

“Janus. Law major on my parents’ insistence.” Janus held his hand out for Roman to shake. He did so and noticed Janus wearing gloves on both hands but kept his questions to himself. Right now was not the time.

“Right, so wanna do a quick voice warm-up?”

“Very well.”

They took a minute to vocalize together and Roman found that they complimented each other quite well, which Janus couldn’t refute.

“Are you ready?” Janus asked then.

“As I’ll ever be,” Roman answered after taking another deep breath. Janus watched him critically for a moment but motioned for Angela to begin anyway. The first chords filled the air and Roman’s nervousness finally flew out the window.

He knew this song by heart. He sung it a million times before. He got this.

We’re soarin’, flyin’

There’s not a star in heaven

That we can’t reach

Roman had to hold back from imitating Zac’s gesturing since he often did so when watching the movie but he was here to present his own version of Troy Bolton. He did stand close to Janus however and lightly touched his arm, to reassure Gabriel the way his Troy would do. Janus had given him permission to be a bit touchy, it was part of acting after all.

If we’re trying

So we’re breaking free

Janus’ voice was so soft, it almost startled Roman out of the moment. His acting was on point, his expression and posture truly looking like he had as bad a case of stage fright as Gabriel did, but Roman knew even from the few moments they talked before the song that Janus was definitely used to the stage. He quickly had to shake himself out of his thoughts to not miss his next lines.

You know the world can see us

In a way that’s different than who we are

Janus stepped away from during his next part and Roman felt compelled to follow him but resisted. He needed to focus!

Creating space between us

‘Til we’re separate hearts.

‘He looks so damn sad!’ Roman thought, a bit envious of Janus’ talent. But he was sure he could keep up with him if he could. Just. Concentrate!

But your faith it gives me strength

Strength to believe

Their voices melded together perfectly and finally, Roman couldn’t help but get wrapped up as the chorus began.

We’re breaking free!

The rest of the song passed like a blur for Roman. He let his body take full control, stopped thinking, and just enjoyed the performance. Dancing with Janus was effortless and soon the were on the last few lines.

You know the world can see us

Roman and Janus were facing each other, staring into each other’s eyes and Roman felt a very strong urge to pull him into a kiss.

In a way that’s different than who we are

The last chords echoed through the room. Roman and Janus were both breathing heavily. Roman leaned closer. Janus didn’t move away.

Applause.

Roman flinched away and Janus seemed to equally startle out of the moment.

“That was great, thank you!” Anton announced, suddenly back on stage. “Go back to your seats, please!”

In a bit of a daze, Roman let himself be shooed of the stage and returned to his seat in the audience. He tried to spot Janus but couldn’t make him out in the crowd. Maybe that was for the best, he needed a moment to collect himself.

The rest of the auditions passed by quickly and soon Anton announced that he would publish the chosen cast online the next week. Roman gathered his stuff and made his way out of the auditorium. He caught a glimpse of Janus and made the impulse decision to go after him.

“Hey, Janus!” he called as soon as he figured he was in ear shot. Janus turned around and raised an eyebrow.

“Roman. What gives me the pleasure of you running after me?”

“Um…” Roman hesitated for a moment. Was he really about to ask this guy out who was basically a stranger to him?

…

Fuck it. Yeah, he was.

“Would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime?” Janus’ other brow rose in surprise.

“You’re asking me out on a date?”

“Yes.”

“We just met. We barely talked.”

“I know. And I want to get to know you better. If you allow me, of course.”

Janus looked him up and down, hummed and then shrugged.

“Sure, why not. Give me your phone.” Roman did as he was asked, stunned that that had actually worked.

Janus handed him his phone back moments later.

“I look forward to hearing from you, Roman,” he said with a wink, turned around and walked away. Roman watched him and resisted the urge to jump up and down in excitement. He could do that when he was back in his dorm.

Roman made his way back with a smile. Maybe he was more like Troy Bolton than he thought.

#namiswriting #roceitweek2023 #day 5: duet #roman sanders #ts roman #janus sanders #ts janus #anton the critic #fluff #meet-cute #roman falls so fast #and janus is smitten #lot's of high school musical references #technically a song fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[audiocult]

New music for the square Anton Pieck Plein at Efteling.

#efteling #anton pieck #sander de bruijn #francine oonk #carrousel #composer #rene merkelbach #audiocult

[sebeth]

All-Star Squadron #10, 11, 12 (Revised 1/28/24)

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

All-Star Squadron #10 – 12 by Roy Thomas, Adrian Gonzales, and Jerry Ordway

“If An Eye Offend Thee!”

The issue opens in San Francisco. It is early January 1942 and Hawkman has snuck away from the military base for a late evening flight. Carter notes he feels guilty for taking a “joy ride” while regular citizens are bracing for gas rationing. I enjoy Roy’s additions of historic details of life in the United States during World War II.

Carter’s guilt can be assuaged as his wings don’t require gas.

The majority of the Justice Society retired their heroic identities to enlist in the various branches of the military.

Carter joined the Air Force and is set to make “pilot in record time” but “it’s liable to be months before I’ll see action in the army air force.”

Hakwman witnesses a fleet of B-17 Bombers arriving at the base from Randall Field, Texas.

Carter muses: “Those flyboys will do America a lot more good than one former playboy swooping around in a beaked masks and wings.”

“Speaking of former playboys, I just remembered Randall Field’s where Starman – Ted Knight – is based. I wonder if he might be – no, not likely. He couldn’t have his officer’s commission yet.”

Carter is wrong, as Ted is flying one of the planes. Ted’s co-pilot can’t get over how fast he made pilot status.

Ted suspects his co-pilot feels Ted’s money cut through the red tape but, in fact, as Starman, Ted has been “flying high for a year now.”

I’m not sure how flying under your own power allows easy mastery over flying a plane but I’ll go with it.

Starman admits missing using his gravity rod to fly under his own power. Ted is in one of the B-17 fleet bombers that Carter is flying next to.

A flying UFO appears out of nowhere, “glowing so blindly I can barely look at it.” The UFO attacks the planes.

A plane plummets to the ground. Hawman races after, knowing it’s futile, but hoping his Ninth Metal harness can stop the impending crash.

Fortunately for Carter, Ted makes excuses to head to the back of his plane. He promptly changes into his Starman costume, grabs his gravity rod, and exits the plane.

A relieved Hawkman has Ted save the plane while he prevents the UFO from attacking more planes.

An unconscious man falls out of the UFO. The UFO flies away to parts unknown.

Starman has to get back aboard the plane but Carter wants to know how Ted made pilot so fast.

Ted: “I got the President himself to fix it up for me.”

Ted admits he hates “using our ‘in’ with F.D.R.” but “winning this lousy war that’s important” and he would “mangle every rule in the book” if he had to.

Carter realizes he needs to return to base before he’s reported A.W.O.L. but first he needs to find help for the unconscious man. Unfortunately, the man dies in his arms before Carter can reach the ground.

Carter believes he knows the dead man and if it’s who he thinks it is “the secret behind that ‘Flying Eye’ may be even more sinister than I’d imagined.”

A caption box informs us we’ll have to wait an issue or two before discovering the full meaning of Carter’s words.

I enjoyed the quick check-in with Hawkman and Starman. The military enlistment was used throughout the All-Star Squadron run to explain why the members of the Justice Society weren’t featured heavily in the series.  It’s still nice to have the occasional appearance from a Society member.

We switch to Washington DC.

The Shining Knight, Hawkgirl, and Johnny Quick are careening past the Washington Monument.

I still don’t understand how Shiera hasn’t died of hypothermia while fighting crime in a bikini top during an East Coast winter.

I don’t have a problem with certain female super-heroes fighting crime in swimsuits, hot pants, or skirts. For example: She-Hulk, Supergirl, Power Girl, or Mary Marvel. All four women are mostly invulnerable and largely immune to temperature extremes. If it’s true to their personality, those women can wear what they want – they don’t have practical concerns to worry over.

However, women like Black Canary, Huntress, and Hawkgirl are neither invulnerable or immune to temperature extremes. Their costumes should reflect their need to protect their body from physical harm.

Side-note: Huntress’s abdomen-baring, hot-pants costume was one of the most idiotic outfits of all time. Both for the reasons listed above and because shorty before its debut, Helena was shot multiple times in the abdomen by the Joker. And the life-saving surgery was performed in Gotham during No Man’s Land. There was no plastic surgeon nearby to minimalize the scars. Yet no artist ever drew Helena with a scarred abdomen. Stupid!

Johnny compliments Shiera on the design of her new mask.  Shiera took the time to modify her mask but not to add sleeves to her top? Okay.

Johnny mentions he’d “better get some newsreel footage of all this, or Johnny Chambers is gonna be looking for a new job.”

Johnny is a cameraman for See’s All/Tells All News.

Sir Justin tethers Winged Victory and notices an unconscious man: “Here lies a man unconscious and he wears the regalia of an American soldier.”

Johhny has entered the Washington Monument in time to stop a sabotage attempt.

Johnny stops the actual explosion while Shiera and Justin deal with the saboteurs.

Sir Justin: “We thank you for letting us deal with these Nazis, Johnny Quick, for, in sooth, ‘twould be most unseemly to have let you fight the good fight unattended.”

Johnny: “Knight, you sure do talk pretty sometimes.”

The trio take the unconscious man (wounded guard) to the hospital.

Johnny mentions this is the second national monument he’s saved in a month and “I wonder how things are going out at Mount Rushmore?”

Hey, every hero needs a specialty. Superman fights alien invasions, Batman solves crimes, and Johnny Quick protects national monuments.

We switch locations to “one of the few American outposts in the distant Pacific Ocean which has not yet fallen to the Japanese juggernaut” where a “total blackout has been rigidly enforced for the past month.”

We have another check-in with a JSA member.

Dr. Charles McNider is on the island researching tropical fever. And he’s brought Hooty!

Charles serving in a research role for the military is a perfect fit. Charles wouldn’t be able to actively enlist in the military as he is blind.

Enemy planes and the “Flying Eye” attack the island. Charles changes into his “Dr. Mid-Nite” uniform to help the soldiers on the ground.

A solider is very confused: “Dr. Mid-Nite?! How the heck did you get over here?”

I understand Charles’ natural impulse is to change into costume at the first sign of danger but making an appearance on an isolated island is not a good way to maintain a secret identity.

The Flying Eye causes multiple plane engines to stall and crash. Fortunately, the pilots bail out.

The Flying Eye retreats and Charles heads back to his lab: “Better get back before my assistant Myra Mason notices Dr. McNider’s missing.”

Charles, trust me, Myra knows you run around as Dr. Mid-Nite. She may not say anything but she knows.

Did Charles use the “FDR card” in order to have Hooty and Myra accompany him? Myra is a nurse and Charle’s long-time assistant, used to working with the blind Charles, so she’s a logical choice to accompany him but Hooty?

I mean, I love Hooty, I’m just now sure how Charles convinced the military brass to allow his owl on the island.

We switch to the Russia’s Crimean Peninsula where the Flying Eye attacks both the Russian and the German forces and flies away.

Back to Washington. Robotman examines Steel. Robotman declares Steel free of any influence from Baron Blitzkrieg.

Firebrand accompanies the duo outside in time to witness the arrival of the Flying Eye.

The Flying Eye causes the hospital generatiors, along with Steel and Robotman, to shut down.

The Flying Eye heads to the White House. Firebrand along with a recovered Robotman and Steel race to the White House.

The trio arrive at the White House and meet up with Liberty Belle, Hawkgirl, the Shining Knight, Johnny Quick, and the Atom.

A shadowy, seven-foot man emerges from the Eye and battles the All-Star Squadron.

The man removes his helmet and proclaims: “I am Akhet, and I have come from the second planet of the star you call Proxima Centauri to annex this world, and all upon it, in the name and by the power of the Binary Brotherhood!”

The Fact Files at the end of the issue feature Starman, Liberty Belle, and the Atom. The only new information is Starman has never received an origin from his debut in the Golden Age until now but will receive one in an upcoming issue of All-Star Squadron. We’re told we will receive more information on Liberty Belle’s adrenal powers in a future issue. The fact file notes the Atom appeared in more Justice Society stories than any hero except Hawkman.

Up Next: “The Spaceman’s Sinister Secret!”

Akhet issues an ultimatum: “All of Earth’s nations must surrender that a united planet may be ruled by myself, as emissary of the Brotherhood. Any nations which resist – be it one or all – will be obliterated by such power as my starcraft has already demonstrated. You have one earth-day to choose between abject surrender and total annihilation!”

The All-Stars want to attack but Liberty Belle correctly states that they should wait for the President’s signal.

Half the Squad attacks anyway, and when it goes badly, the rest rush in to help.

Sir Justin, as always, has the best battle cry: “Nor shall any man or maid set a foot further than does the Shining Knight! Forward to the fray, Winged Victory!”

The fight doesn’t go well and Ahket, also known as the Star-Smasher, absconds with Steel, Hawkgirl, Atom, and Robotman.

Johnny laments: “What a time for the big guns in the Justice Society to have decided to enlist in the Army as privates!”

The Flying Eye attacks random locations across the globe.

The remaining All-Stars meet with the President, Prime Minister Churchill, and a military general.

Liberty Belle is suspicious of Akhet’s claims: “I’m convinced there’s more to this than meets the eye.”

Hawkman arrives at the White House. He informs the others of his and Starman’s encounter with the Flying Eye.

Carter tells the group the identity of the man who fell out of the ship: “Garret Owens, a pioneering bio-chemist. He’d gone out for a stroll near his Illinois home in 1933 – and hadn’t been seen since!”

Carter notes the emblem on Owens’ uniform is an old alchemist’s symbol for the Middle Ages, it is the sign for “the spirit of the world”.

Hawkgirl and Atom awaken in the Eye. Shiera’s a bit over-whelmed as she’s not a “full-time masked hero type. I’ve just put on this outfit to help the Hawk a time or two – and now this happens!”

Atom informs her “It’s a little late to fall back on your amateur standing.”

Atom and Hawkgirl explore the Eye.

Hawkman and the non-captured All-Stars race to the estate of Elwood P. Napier, a physio-mathematician.

Elwood is another scientist who has gone missing in the last decade.

Johnny Quick has discovered the missing scientists were part of a government brain trust that ran out of funds in 1930.

Elwood was the last of the scientists to go missing. Before that one of the scientists went missing every six months.

Firebrand uses her powers to light up the interior of the house.

Sir Justin: “Odd’s blood, lass, but in my long-ago day, they’d have burned ye for a witch.”

Good thing Firebrand’s a modern woman. Also, good luck with the burning thing considering the nature of her powers.

Hawkgirl and Atom encounter Akhet and easily knock him out. The duo discover Akhet is a robot.

The duo discovers the rest of the captured All-Stars along with the missing scientists.  All individuals are placed in clear tubes.

Hawkgirl and Atom discover the true mastermind behind the plan: Dr. Hastor, Hawkman’s arch-enemy.

“Doomsday Begins At Dawn!”

Hawkman and his fellow All-Star leave Elwood’s estate.

Carter recognized Hastor in the photos found at the estate, “a man I saw die more than two years ago”.

Carter recaps his origin and debut as Hawkman. This is familiar ground for DC fans but I’ll offer a quick summary: Ancient Egypt – Carter/Prince Khufu and Shiera – murdered by Hath-Set, a priest of Anubis, all three re-incarnate to their present day lives.

Carter battles Dr. Anton Hastor in his first adventure. Hastor presumed dead after his fight with Carter.

Carter informs his fellow All-Stars that there is no alien invasion – only Hastor’s machinations.

Hastor explains to Shiera his plans and how he became involved with the missing scientists.

Hastor took control of the group of scientists and the Flying Eye, starting the events of the last few issues.

The All-Stars reach the Flying Eye via a hot-air balloon! No engine to knock out in the balloon.

Carter, Shiera, and Hastor battle by using their past lives’ astral forms.

The Hawks win, the Flying Eye is deactivated, and Hastor falls into a comatose state.

I love the All-Star Squadron but this is a pretty “meh” arc. Too many twists needlessly over-complicated – and stretched out - the plot. The highlights were the recap of Hawkman’s origin and some character development for Hawkgirl. She has been mostly wallpaper during the series but we got to see her fear over her inexperience compared to the heroes and her determination to be an asset and not a “debutante” hero.

#justice society #jsa #all-star squadron #hawkman #hawkgirl #carter hall #shiera sanders #anton hastor #hath-set #shining knight #firebrand #danette reiily #dc comics #dcu #ahket #flying eye #star smasher

[joeinct]

The Painter (Anton Räderscheidt and Marta Hegemann), Photo by August Sander, c. 1925

#august sander

[moonbeam-dragon]

Fanders help

For purposes of writing.

You know how Roman, Patton, and Logan's "birthdays" are the day their vine characters appeared? Yeah when was the villain/antagonist/not-Virgil introduced? I know Virgil has a birthday but I need vine villain's birthday and Google isn't being helpful.

You don't know, pls reblog to help out. Thx fam

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #tss #sasi #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #virgil sanders #antagonist character #anton sanders #thatsthat24

[gamerzylo]

Remy: *Talking about Andy's computer* By the way, what IS his password?

Anton: Fuck you Remy.

Remy: What the fuck? You don't wanna tell me?

Anton: No idiot, the password is "fuckyouRemy".

Remy: Ooooh, no numbers huh? Not too safe.

#Incorrect quotes #source: mpgis #sanders shorts #anton sanders #Remy Sanders #Andy Sanders

[thomas-sanders-shipname-glossary]

The Plan so far

So, this blog was a very spontaneous idea I had yesterday (very late in the evening). So I took some time to think it through today, as well as get some more lists from other Fanders.

The plan now is to first create lists for the separate facets of the Thomas Sanders fandom, i.e. Sanders Sides, Shorts Characters, Cartoon Therapy and Roleslaying with Roman. (I'm sorry that this means I need to split up Remy and Emile for now, we'll get to crossovers later.)

For that to work, I need a comprehensive list of characters first. So this is my call for your help! I'll put a list of who I got so far after the cut and you can reply to this post or send me an ask about more characters I can/should include!

I'm really happy with the positive reactions I got for creating this blog, thank you for your support! 💗💙💖💙💜💛💚

Sanders Sides:

Patton

Roman

Logan

Virgil

Janus

Remus

Orange

Thomas

Nico

King

Dragon Witch (unsure if I should include her but if I do, this is where she'll be)

I know King is most commonly used as a sort of fusion of Roman and Remus but for the purposes of this list, I will see him as an entirely separate character and as such include ships between him and Roman and/or Remus.

Shorts Characters

Remy - Sleep

Teal/Teagan - Teacher

Dayd - Dad

Pryce - Prince

Andy - Anxiety

Dice/Anton/Cedric - The Critic

Linda - Thomas' Cowlick

Missy - Misleading Compliments

Nathan - Crimefighter Dude

Detective Sanders (from this series which I found through this post by @loganslowdown4!)

Percy/Magenta - Printer

Harley/Hart - Heart

Immy - Immune System

Brian - Brain

Dean - Denial

Sabina - Spam Bot

Ishmael - Ice Machine

Jasper - GPS

Scot - Scam Likely

Wieland - WIP

Phaelan - Phone

Fane - Fan

Steven - Electric Stapler

Ace - Action Hero that can't catch things

Rian - Rain

Mike - Microwave

Nessy - Illness

Apollo - Sun

Jericho - Moon

Taz / Tucker - Task

Bouce/Boucy - The Bouncing Ball

Anton - Antagonist

Pranks - Disney/Pokémon Pranks

Asher/Rudolph - Christmas

Jasper - Thanksgiving

Months

Jaana - January

Fabian - Feburary

Mara - March

April - April

May - May

Junie - June

Julia/Julian - July

Augusta/Augustus - August

Seth/Ember - September

Toby - October

Nove - November

Demetri/Odessa - December

Zodiacs

Ariel/Ari - Aries

Leona/Leonard/Leo - Leo

Candace/Candy - Cancer

Phillipa/Pip/Pippy - Pisces

Schuyler/Sky - Scorpio

Tara - Taurus

Sarah/Sally - Sagittarius

Caprice - Capricorn

Gemma - Gemini

Virginia/Ginny - Virgo

Liberty/Libby - Libra

Quinn - Aquarius

Cartoon Therapy (as far as I know, all the characters in this series are adults)

Emile Picani

Elliot

Mitchel (I don't actually know if that's how you spell his name)

Dot

Larry

Sloane

Corbin

Kai

Lauren

Sam

Roleslaying with Roman

Roman of Reston

Youngblood

Noise

??? (Mike)

Flow

Britney

Djembe

Bob Normie

Criss

Cross

Mother

Bard King

Ryker

There are many more characters in the series of course, but I do not know which it makes sense to include here, so please let me know! Also if there is another part of the fandom I forgot to include entirely.

#thomas sanders #thomas sanders fandom #sanders sides #thomas sanders shorts #cartoon therapy #roleslaying with roman

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Thomas and the Chocolate Factory - Chapter 14

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Fanfiction

Summary: Remus Duke is the greatest chocolatier of all time, and after living the past few years a recluse, he decides to finally open his factory once again. And it's young orphan Thomas Sanders' dream to win a ticket and get to go! Will he win a ticket? And if he does, will he make it out alive?

Masterpost

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Remus led the group to the large machine in the centre of the room, the largest of all of them. “Ta da!” he grinned, before he ran around the machine, biting his lip. “Button, button, where is the button…?” He huffed, mumbling under his breath. “Where’s Jan when you need him…?”

“Mr Duke! Is this the button you’re looking for?” Thomas was pointing at a bright red button in front of him, and Remus’ eyes lit up. 

“That’s the bitch!” He went over and slammed the button.

Immediately, the machine sprung to life. Whirrs, clangs and buzzes assaulted the hearing of the tour group; Roman gave Virgil an envious glare as the latter turned the music on his headphones up to muffle the sounds. There was a bubbling from the machine, and through a window in it, liquid could be seen fizzing as well as shifting between colours. First it was an orangey-red, then it faded to brown, and then it faded to indigo. The indigo colour stayed, the liquid bubbling and fizzing noticeably more violently. Then, all the liquid suddenly drained from that compartment, travelling down through the machine.

A couple of seconds later, the whole machine fell silent. The tour group was silent, excitedly anticipating what incredible candy this machine would dispense. There was a click, and a small drawer on the side of the machine opened. And inside…

A small pale white nondescript strip. Most of the tour members deflated a little upon seeing it.

“You mean that’s it?” Virgil raised an eyebrow, slipping off his headphones.

Remus, however, just scoffed. “Oh, kid… You don’t even know what it is.”

“It’s gum!” Logan pushed to the front of the group, right in front of the drawer, seeming to be the only one who wasn’t disappointed by the candy.

“Wrong!”

“Um… no I’m not. I’m never wrong, especially about this. I mean, I think we all know that I am quite the gum expert-”

“Ssh, deflate that big head of yours a little and let me finish.” Remus ignored the glare he received in response from Logan, continuing. “This isn’t just any normal strip of gum! This is the single greatest and most magnificent gum ever created.”

Logan looked back at his father for a moment, before turning back to Remus, his curiosity piqued and previous annoyance already gone. “What’s so amazing about it?”

“Glad you asked! This gum contains an entire three course meal. You chew it, you taste all three courses one by one, and it fills you up, gives you all the nutrients and energy that a meal does. I decided to make it after I realised I was accidentally skipping meals because I was working so long I didn’t have time to cook myself anything. Also, every time I’ve tried making myself a proper meal, I set fire to the kitchen… So I created this to allow people to have quick, easy, cheap and healthy meals no matter how busy their day may be, or how bad they are at cooking. Though I haven’t got it quite right yet. There’s still one or two things that need adjusting-”

As Remus was speaking, Logan had looked back at his father again. Anton leaned down and whispered in Logan’s ear, and the boy nodded. 

“I don’t care,” he declared loudly, interrupting the chocolatier. Before Remus could stop him, Logan reached out and took the strip of gum from the tray, and quickly walked back away from the rest of the group so no one could take it from him. “As long as it’s gum then that’s for me. And I’m extremely curious to see how well it works...”

“I really wouldn’t do that,” Remus warned, watching him as he went.

But Logan didn’t listen. He reached into his mouth and pulled out his record breaking wad of gum, sticking it behind his ear. Then, he stopped in an area of the room mostly clear of machines, before he popped the new stick of gum into his mouth.

The tour group didn’t hesitate in gathering around him, watching as he began to chew, interested in hearing if the gum was really all as amazing as Remus had claimed. Anton pulled his phone from his pocket, pushing past the group to get a good view of Logan, while holding his phone up and starting to record.

Remus huffed at the sight of the phone, but decided to prioritise the more severe rule being broken, looking to Logan. “Okay, kid, listen. When I say it’s ‘not quite right’, I don’t mean ‘one of the flavours is slightly off’. I mean you are seriously going to regret not spitting it out right now.”

Logan rolled his eyes, just continuing to chew. “It’s a stick of gum, it can’t do anything that-” He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening and his chewing slowing down. “Oh my gosh… This is amazing! It’s tomato soup, and I can feel it running down my throat! It’s like I’m actually eating it! This is fascinating...”

“I’d really spit it out if I were you...” Remus had already seemed to realise it was a lost cause, as his words were now flat and bored. He was more so saying it out of obligation now, but it seemed Logan’s father didn’t appreciate his words anyway.

Anton scoffed, turning to his son. “Don’t listen to him, Logan, keep on chewing. I think the first person in the world to have a chewing gum meal would be a pretty impressive title to add onto, well, your numerous other ones. And I’ll post this video later to let everyone see…”

Logan beamed proudly at the words, only to be distracted as his eyes lit up again. “It’s changing! Roast beef, with baked potato. Mm, it’s really buttery…”

“Great, you know it works,” Remus shrugged. “Now spit it out.”

“No way, I want to see what dessert is like!”

“Trust me, you don’t.”

Thomas frowned at the interaction between the two of them, before looking up at Larry and whispering. “Why isn’t Logan listening to Mr Duke?”

Larry leant down and whispered back, “Because, Thomas, he’s a nitwit.” Thomas frowned even more in response. Not the nicest of answers for his carer to give.

“Here comes dessert!” Logan’s exclamation caused Remus to sigh in resignation. “Mm, blueberry pie and ice cream! This is the best blueberry pie I’ve ever tasted! I might even like it more than blueberry Crofters, and that’s saying something-”

Roman suddenly interrupted, “What’s happening to his nose?”

As Logan had been gushing about the flavour of the gum, something strange had started happening. A very small blue dot had appeared on the very tip of his nose, and as everyone watched, it slowly spread, getting bigger.

“It’s turning blue!” Romulus said, eyebrows furrowing. Everyone looked to Remus. However, the chocolatier did nothing but sigh.

“Welp, guess it was about time I did a human test and not an Oompa Loompa one.” He dug into his coat and pulled out a notebook and pen. He flicked the notebook open and started writing, muttering. “Wonder if the affects’ll be more or less severe…”

Logan looked between everyone in confusion, completely unaware of the change he was going through as he continued to smack the gum. His eyes went to his father, hoping for an explanation.

“Your whole nose has gone purple…” Anton lowered his phone a little, but didn’t stop the recording. “Logan, you’re… turning violet!”

Roman tilted his head to the side, shrugging. “Actually, I’d say it’s more of an indigo than violet.”

Logan shook his head. At this point, the blue colour was now beginning to cover his face, spreading across his cheeks and turning his lips and freckles a deep purple when it reached them. He reached up to touch his nose as he spoke. “That doesn’t make any sense. A person’s skin can’t just instantly change col- AH!!”

The reason he cried out was because his arms had begun to turn blue right before his eyes, spreading down from under the sleeves of his shirt. He was speechless for a moment, and yet he didn’t stop chewing the gum. “...Wh-what…?”

By now, his entire face was blue and it was spreading down his neck. Even his hair was turning blue, spreading out from his parting. It appeared from under his skirt, spreading down his legs. The tour group watched, equal parts concerned, confused and curious as every single part of Logan’s body changed colour, becoming the same blueberry blue.  Even his his eyes changed - irises going from a sapphire blue to purple, and the whites taking on a lavender tinge.

Logan had raised a hand in front of his face, eyes wide in horror as he watched his pale fingers become taken over by the indigo. “M-Mr Duke, what’s happening to me?”

Before the chocolatier could say anything, Logan interrupted him with a groan, holding his stomach, which had begun to gurgle loudly.

“Are you alright…?” Thomas asked, debating whether or not to approach and comfort the other boy.

“I-I think three courses was too much on top of the candy from the Chocolate Room… I feel too full…”

Anton seemed to snap from shock to anger, turning to Remus. “What the hell is your gum doing to my son?!”

“I told him not to chew it. I told him to spit it out. Don’t blame me for your kid’s fuck up.”

“Excuse me?! It’s your gum that’s-!”

“Look, he’s getting fat!” Roman suddenly laughed.

Anton spun back to look at his son and his eyes widened in horror. Logan was swelling up. His waist widened and legs thickened as his belly swelled out, pressing against and bulging around his red belt. As he swelled larger, his body sloshed and gurgled.

Logan’s expression was initially one of horror as he pressed into his own body in disbelief. However, his expression soon turned to pain as his belt started cutting into him, far too tight around his waist. He whimpered, desperately trying to reach over the swelling mound that was his own belly to undo his belt. However, before he could get close, his belt broke with a loud POP! Whatever was filling him quickly filled the space previously held back, and Logan stumbled a little at the sudden surge of extra weight in his stomach. His shirt began to ride up, revealing his round stomach to be just as blue as the rest of him. He placed his hands back on his belly, feeling it grow, purple tears welling in his eyes. 

Any and all cockiness and confidence had left Logan, facade cracked to reveal pure terror and desperation. “H-help! Please! M-make it stop!”

“What the hell is happening?! He’s blowing up like a balloon!” Anton rounded on Remus once again, who was still absentmindedly scribbling in his notebook.

“Not a balloon,” he mumbled almost inaudibly.

“You’d better get the air out of him right now!”

“Air?” Now Remus looked up from his notebook. “Are you deaf? The loudest sloshing in the world is coming from him!”

“Water then!”

Remus sighed, rolling his eyes. “Dumbass, it’s not water filling him, it’s juice.”

“Juice?” Thomas asked, looking back at Remus, who nodded.

“Yup. Blueberry juice. Remember, the dessert of the gum was blueberry pie.” He turned back to Anton. “Your son is turning into a blueberry.”

“What?! I… I can’t have a blueberry for a son! How is he supposed to compete?! What about his fame?!”

Before Remus could respond, Roman turned around. “Oh, I think it’s safe to say he’d still be famous - all sorts of freak shows will want him as an attraction.”

Logan sobbed, not wanting to believe what he was hearing. He was turning into a giant fruit?! His face was starting to get rounder and softer, juice beginning to fill his cheeks, and his arms had started to rapidly plumpen up. His chest began to swell more, rounding out with his belly. And yet, his well-trained jaw did not stop chewing as he mumbled, “H-hewp me, pwease…”

“Don’t freak out or anything. I’ve tested the gum before, this has happened before to the Oompa Loompas when they’ve been doing testing,” Remus reassured Anton. “We know how to turn him back. We just need to roll him to the Juicing Room.”

“The Juicing Room? What are they gonna do to him there?”

“Squeeze him! All the juice needs to be squeezed out before he explodes. Like a pimple!”

“Wha- explodes?!”

“Well, basically, if he isn’t juiced in time he will go through a process we call ‘ripening’. When he’s fully ripened, either he’ll be stuck like that forever, or… pop!” Remus made an exploding gesture. “But don’t worry! He has, like, an hour, maybe two at a stretch, until he even begins ripening. He’ll be all juiced by then.”

Anton still looked extremely pissed, but pushed his anger at the chocolatier aside for a minute, turning back to his now almost spherical son. Logan was taking on a much more berry-like shape, arms and legs swelling into him so became more round, hands and feet sinking into his body, feet lifting from the floor.

He flapped his hands and shifted his feet slightly, which was the most movement he could muster, whimpering and letting out muffled pleas for help. But the swelling wasn’t quite done. He kept getting bigger - wider, taller and rounder. His hands and feet sunk into his body a little further, as did his head, muffling his voice further.

The tour group shuffled back a little, giving the growing berry more space. 

“He’s getting huge,” Roman snickered, revelling in the retribution of seeing the person he’d been arguing with all day getting his just desserts. Virgil had pulled up his hood like he didn’t want to look, but couldn’t tear his eyes away. Thomas was just concerned and scared for the boy being transformed in front of them.

And as suddenly as the swelling started, it stopped. Logan was now just a ten foot tall blue ball in extremely stretched out clothes, with his head, hands and feet barely poking out. He cried quietly as he rocked gently back and forth, face flushing purple in embarrassment as he felt everyone staring at him. His embarrassment wasn’t helped when Roman reached out and poked his stomach.

Despite everything, however, his full cheeks were still chewing at the piece of gum in his mouth.

“Huh, he’s a lot bigger than the Oompa Loompas when they turned into blueberries… Guess that should be expected since humans are taller, and skin can stretch more than metal,” Remus said, making one final note in his notebook before snapping it shut and tucking it back into his jacket. “Hope he can still fit in the juicer. Speaking of…” He whistled, and it wasn’t long until an Oompa Loompa ran over. “I want you to roll Mr Beauregarde here to the Juicing Room at once, please.”

The Oompa Loompa nodded, “Yes, sir!” before running off. 

Virgil was fiddling with the drawstrings, trying to calm his fast breathing. “Um… wh-what if you can’t, uh… juice him? Y’know… if he doesn’t fit…”

Remus just shrugged. “Then oh well. It was his own fault, and he’d better hope he gets lucky and just gets stuck instead of bursting.”

Anton glared at him, looking ready to punch Remus. But luckily, he didn’t have the time to protest, being interrupted by the Oompa Loompa returning, with a few other Oompa Loompas in tow. Not only that, but as they ran over, others in the room banged on pots and pans, started up machines, and began to hum, creating an instrumental.

“Are they going to sing again?” Thomas asked, looking up at his guardian.

Larry nodded, “It sounds like it.”

The five Oompa Loompas tasked with rolling Logan away stood in front of him, but rather than starting to roll him away, they turned back to the rest of the tour group and burst into song.

“Listen close, and listen hard To the tale of Logan Beauregarde This nerdy boy who sees no wrong In chewing, chewing Chewing, chewing Chewing, chewing all day long!

Chewing, chewing all day long Chewing, chewing all day long Chewing, chewing all day long!”

The five Oompa Loompas turned around and gave Logan a push, starting to roll him across the room. Three more Oompa Loompas then jumped onto him from the catwalks, deciding to walk on him and bounce on his stomach like a trampoline for their dance choreography - something that was clearly uncomfortable for the blueberry, given how Logan winced and whimpered.

“He goes on chewing till at last His chewing muscles grow so vast And from his face his giant chin Sticks out just like a violin!

Chewing, chewing all day long Chewing, chewing all day long Chewing, chewing all day long!”

Thomas frowned as he noticed the Oompa Loompas weren’t actually rolling Logan straight to the door. They seemed to just be pushing him randomly around the room so they had time to sing their song. Wasn’t that dangerous? The boy was a ticking time bomb!

“For years and years he chews away His jaws get stronger every day And with one great tremendous chew They bite the poor boy's tongue in two And that is why we try so hard To save poor Logan Beauregarde!

Chewing, chewing all day long Chewing, chewing all day long Chewing, chewing Chewing, chewing Chewing, chewing all day long!”

As the Oompa Loompas faded out of the song, the ones standing on him jumped off, and they finally rolled him to the door. They began pushing Logan through, though as they did, he got slightly stuck. The blueberry boy whimpered, the mean song certainly not helping his tears, as well as feeling slightly nauseous from a mix of the rolling and how full he felt.

One of the Oompa Loompas ran back over to the tour group and tugged on Anton’s pant leg, before grabbing his hand and pulling him away. As he was dragged, Anton called back, “I swear, if he isn’t perfectly back to normal, I’ll sue you for everything you have, Duke! Even if it’s the last thing I ever do! I have evidence right here!” He held up his phone. “I’ll show everyone that this factory is a deathtrap!”

As they reached the door, Anton turned back around and sighed. “I’ve got a blueberry for a son…” He pressed his hands into Logan, helping the Oompa Loompas push him, until Logan finally came unstuck. As the Beauregardes were taken away, the door was closed behind them, Logan letting out one final muffled plea for help before being cut off from the rest of the tour group.

“Good thing I had you all sign that contract so I don’t have to worry about him actually suing me,” Remus muttered, before plastering on a smile. “Come on! We should probably move along from this room before we lose anyone else. Now, the Beauregardes have taken the boat, so we’ll have to head through the corridors. This way!” Remus began leading the group to another door on the other side of the room, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Mr Duke?” Thomas asked as they walked, looking back at the door Logan had been pushed through. “Will Logan always be a blueberry?”

“Nah, he’ll be fine. The juicer probably will fit him. Remember what I said? Unless he ripens, he’s all good. I didn’t just say that just to reassure them, it’s the truth.” He paused, giggling. “Though it would be kinda funny if it had been a lie.”

Thomas bit his lip, thinking a bit more. “Logan’s going to have the juice squeezed out of him… Will that turn his skin back to its normal colour too?”

“‘Fraid not. Haven’t been able to work that out yet. He’s probably gonna be blue forever. But I guess that’s what you get for being arrogant and not listening to adults ‘cause you think you're so much smarter than them. But now to put the past behind us and move on with the tour!” 

And with that, Remus finished what he was doing on his phone, slipping it into his pocket as he left the Inventing Room, the rest of the tour group following behind.

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[anxiouslyfred]

Bravery

For @sanders-sides-a-spec-week prompt crossovers

Summary: Virgil has ended up in a relationship due to his fears of abandonment, but between meeting the Doctor and fighting sontarans he might just find the courage to come out and change that.

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Fear is a normal feeling for Virgil. He fears being alone, fears abandonment, or people thinking that he's weird. He worries about whether he'd upset someone he didn't intend to or whether the positioning of his furniture is dangerous.

It's something he's used to listening to and trying to avoid his fears becoming reality.

And there's a lot of things that Virgil has done or agreed to because he didn't want to be abandoned any more than he wanted to ride that dubiously safe ride at the fair.

Including this relationship, and coming on this date when really he needs a break from people after a horrible day.

At least he's laughing now, finding humour in something that Anton seems horrified by, if the spluttering words about it being nowhere near Halloween and what the hell do people think there doing is anything to go by. Honestly Virgil thought it was brilliant, and he'd almost ask to join in with this out of season spook fest. Halloween definitely needed to last longer anyway.

Although the costumes were definitely not something he'd ever go for. Two guys with like paper mache puppet masks on that looked like they'd been made over a baking bowl or something and some plastic attempt at battle armour. Frankly Virgil couldn't imagine what kind of monster the teens, and from the size of them, they couldn't be older than early teens, maybe 15, were trying to be, especially since they had blue guns, because of course the weapon has to match the armour, what soldier doesn't do that?

The gun being fired by the left one and taking out a chunk of ceiling over their heads and getting them both covering their heads and ducking away. “So not just bad costumes, you also painted real guns to look fake!” Virgil yelled, sharply glancing around the cafe as he shoved Anton down under the table.

There was a door not far behind them, and another the other side of the teens with guns, which some blonde was coming through, whacking them both on their necks, with a yell.

“Hey, you two okay? Was anyone else in here?” The woman asks, leaning over the table a moment later, getting Virgil's attention from where he was trying to keep Anton calm enough to escape as well as figure out without popping his head too far over the table to see if the guys in plastic armour were actually unconscious and decide if this new person was any safer.

“Two staff, I think they both waitress and cook, went out back not long ago. I think they had a delivery or something.” Virgil explained quickly, not sure why he trusted this person, but at least she wasn't holding any weapons, not even whatever she'd hit the gunmen with.

She smiled. “We'll go that way to find them then. I'm the Doctor, who are you?”

“Virgil, this is Anton. Shouldn't we do something about the teens in costume?” He asked, standing now since she was acting as if it was safe to do so, and pulling Anton up with him, who immediately wrapped himself around him, hiding in his neck.

“Not in costume. That's just what a sontaran looks like. They'll be fine where they are for now. It's not like we have anywhere safe to imprison them or anything.” She explained, rooting through her pockets. “And I think my rope must have been left beside the console, damnit.”

It was very easy for Virgil to ask, “Console?” expecting some comment about a computer game console, but no reply came as the Doctor was hurrying away, only just avoiding running because she kept looking back as if trying the check if they were following her.

*

Anton was screaming again.

Of course that might be because Virgil had just launched himself out from the gap they'd sheltered in, racing straight towards the sontarans the Doctor had asked them to keep an eye on, a broken chair leg in his hand.

It was still very distracting that Anton was screaming, apparently not just to Virgil since the sontarans were trying to shoot at both of them, none of them just picking a single target. At least that left Virgil the opportunity to start whacking their necks.

“Much easier to keep an eye on war mongering aliens when they're unconscious.” Virgil decided, tearing the apron he'd found in one of the backrooms up into rope to tie them up and taking their guns away at the same time. “Plus it means none of them can go back to their ship or pods while we don't want them to.”

“I really want to kiss you right now. That's what heroes get after pulling shit like that off.” Anton stated, trying to turn Virgil to him.

He didn't turn, pushing a gun into the hand on his shoulder. “Only when they aren't potentially still in danger. I'm staying vigilant until I know whatever is going on is finished.”

*

“So it looks like they were the starting force to come in. Scouts, not an invasion.” The Doctor sounded like she was halfway through a conversation when she walked back in, looking over her shoulder. “There should only be the five that we've already... You've already captured. Was this a spontaneous plan, or had you already decided to knock them out before I left?”

Virgil glanced at the now angry and awake sontarans for a moment, “They spotted us. It seemed easier to keep an eye on them if I could get them tied up instead of run away from them.”

“I could have sworn that you said everything scares you when we were getting those cooks free. This is impressive.” She looked at the collection, waving when a few hurled insults such as vermin at her.

“Also said I have survival instincts and no desire to face my worst fears today. These guys do not stand up against those fears at all.” He stated, “What kind of alien race doesn't figure out a way to protect their weakness? If you're going to make armour, include a cover or something for a feeding vent that can knock you unconscious.”

The Doctor looked him over again, before checking on Anton. “And how are you holding up? Still coping with-”

A laugh from one of the sontarans had her turning. “We prepared for your interference Doctor. This place will explode and kill you along with us if you continue trying to thwart our plans. Release us and the people in this building may be spared.”

“Or we could leave you tied up, set of the fire alarms in every building we can get into to evacuate them and let you be the only mortalities of your actions?” Virgil offered, getting a sharp disapproving look from the Doctor.

“A warrior's strategy. Not as weak-hearted as the Doctor. You'd make a fine sontaran.” The sontaran replied, nodding in approval.

The Doctor held up her hands. “And not one we're going to do. I've locked your ship. It's co-ordinates are set and you're getting back on board it now! Whether that's awake or unconscious is your choice. We've got shopping trolley's.”

*

“So you both seem very concerned but not at all touchy with that boyfriend of yours. What's this fear that's more terrifying than aliens trying to kill you?” The Doctor spoke conversationally, even if she was huffing a little from the effort of pushing a trolley with two sontarans in it.

Virgil glanced at her, scowling slightly. He would have shrugged to dismiss his fear, if he wasn't also pushing a trolley of 2 sontarans through a muddy forest. “Abandonment, loneliness, however you want to describe it. Had enough people turn their backs on me, I really can't face anyone else doing that.” He decided to indulge her curiosity, if only because Anton was further back and couldn't go into a rant over how it's the least interesting inspiration for any creator to have and list about 20 artists Virgil had only vaguely heard of who overused loneliness as a theme in their works.

“Is that why you're dating him?” She asked, as if the connection was easily made. “It's just, you don't seem to actually want to be, even if it's like utterly obvious you love him. I've had friends like that before, always platonic and half the time letting allusions of romance happen meant I lost them sooner. But that's my life; travelling, surviving, changing my face to cheat death. I don't think it needs to be yours.”

“Don't make it seem like he's threatened to leave me to make me date him.” Virgil glared now, before smiling over his shoulder when Anton yelled to check if they were okay.

The Doctor waved back as well, “Wouldn't dare imply it. Just think you should try talking to him about what you want your relationship to be, and if that's not romantic at all, then he deserves to know.”

“Still scary. Let's deal with these guys and whatever bomb is in that cafe first.” Virgil ended the conversation there, putting more effort into his strides to go further ahead.

*

They failed to stop the bomb. There were people in a car park across the way from multiple businesses, all counting staff numbers and checking with customers that had been evacuated to see if there was anyone known to be missing. Virgil had heard a few people wondering over how fire alarms went off for no fire just in time to save them from a bomb. Anton had actually shaken hands with a security guard who'd tried to stop him setting the alarm off in a bar that was a few doors away from the cafe.

The Doctor's words from when they were taking the sontarans back to their ship were ringing through Virgil's mind still, and he realised that perhaps she was right, to some degree. Perhaps he could tell Anton the truth and still keep his friend in his life.

That was why when Anton came over, seeking comfort and the kiss he'd offered earlier, Virgil tugged them away from the crowd, closer to the still smouldering remains of the buildings.

“Anton, I know we've just been through, well, whatever that was, but there's something else we need to talk about.” Virgil exclaimed, barely turning from where the Doctor was clearly trying to get him to go over to her before he was focused on saying words he'd held back for months.

“About something other than aliens trying to kill us, destroying the entire building but somehow able to be taken out by baseball bats? You seriously think I can focus on anything other than how close to death you've insisted on staying following that mad woman around?” Anton ranted, gesturing wildly, flinging his arms back at the burning embers behind them.

Virgil shrugged, “Gotta speak while I'm still feeling brave, I guess, cause I don't wanna date you. I just don't want you to disappear from my life. Including apparently being killed by psychopathic potatoes. You're like brilliant, but I'm aro, aromantic. This dating isn't for me, hell sometimes it's completely uncomfortable and stops me relaxing with you. Before you wanted to date, you weren't people. I loved being around you even when all the pressure of society to have relationships wore me out, but with this dating relationship hanging over me, even while I'm scared of you leaving, I need to escape you sometimes.”

His boyfriend froze, blinking, turning around to the remains of the cafe they'd started the evening in. “Umm, okay, I knew you weren't entirely comfortable in our relationship, but you're talking like this is the most dramatic or scary thing of the entire evening. Chill, I'm definitely not letting the guy who saved my skin, even if that was by running towards the guys with guns, stop being in my life. We'll go back to being friends and I'll process heartbreak alongside nightmares over baked potatoes. Platonic love still?”

“Platonic love still.” Virgil nodded, before snickering, “Also who are you to decide what scares me? You get freaked out by special affects that reveal how they were done. Rejection is far scarier than guys who kept shouting their planets name.”

“Their planets name? Really, that's what sontar-ha! Is about?” Anton laughed now, looking skyward to yell, “Your war cry is stupid! Get something more interesting than your home's name, Dumbasses!”

Virgil snickered with him, patting his shoulder before finally heading over to the blue box the Doctor was waiting in front of.

“You going to be okay here? I know this stuff messes with people.” She asked, seeing his approach.

“Well, I'm not getting left behind by him; the rest, I guess, can't be as threatening as those guys.” He shuddered a little now, the thought of what could have happened beginning to properly settle into his mind.

The Doctor smiled, “Or you could come with me if you like?” She offered.

“Nah, I'd just be more terrified of normal life by the time you get me back. No need to give my social anxiety more power, right?” He declined, smirking still as he realised whatever she needed to invite people to join her, she'd seen in him.

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[loganslowdown4]

✧Preparing for Paris travel

✧Watching Ratatouille

I just realized something

#omgggg #someone said that they call Thomas’ critic Anton for this very reason ahahaha #makes sense #I don’t think he has a canon name but that would be perfect if he did give him one #thomas sanders #ts critic #Anton ego #ratatouille #same style #yes I am going to Paris this summer I am so excited!!!