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typically-untypical · 9 months

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Their Emotions

Per @amateurmasksmith's request!

AU: Canon divergent

CW: None that I know of

WC: 1937

Date: August 11th, 2023

Janus pulled the gloves securely around his hands, lingering as he looked down at the yellow fabric. Yes he liked the aesthetic but that wasn't the predominant reason he wore the constrictive fabric. In fact, Janus didn't dress the way he did purely because the dark and mysterious vibe was a fun persona to play, rather his touch was a beautiful and dangerous thing. He doubted others were affected by his power, they had their own things to deal with. Thomas was a whole person, but they were fragments, pieces, and with that came certain quirks. Patton could literally starve if he wasn't touched; Logan turned into a statue when Thomas had brain freeze, and when he was younger, Virgil had wings as a part of the whole "Fight or flight" mantra. Not all of their quirks were tied to idioms, some of them were just because of how Thomas viewed the world, or how he wanted the world to be. Janus assumed that was how he turned out to be an empath, something along the lines of deceitful people being the most in tune to other people's emotions. Fortunately, it was only when he had skin to skin contact. He could hide behind his layers of clothing and be spared the other's feelings. It was overwhelming.

Back when Janus was still Self-Preservation, when he wasn't seen as a villain, his small hands would reach for Patton's. Emotions gave off such beautiful feelings, love and care that filled the sense in every way. Holding Patton's hand was like being encompassed by home, the smell of dinner cooking, the hum of happy melodies. Janus had loved holding tightly to Patton and that feeling. The gloves hadn't become a staple to his ensemble until they were in elementary school. Love didn't last, and the warmth turned to disappointment as Janus reached for Patton's hand. It burned worse than anything he had ever felt; it was a stabbing pain through his heart and he had pulled his hand away like he had touched fire. Patton's disappointment grew on his face. Janus and Remus were pushed away from Thomas shortly after that, and Janus wore gloves to keep him from reaching out for a comfort that would never come.

Long sleeves came next, a heated fight with Virgil turned nearly violent as the anxious side grabbed his arm.

"I need you to listen to me!" Virgil had screamed, but all Janus could feel was fear, pain, and anger. He had yanked his arm away, putting on his most deceitful smile as he fought to catch his breath. He had known about Virgil's pain but he had never understood the depths of it. He wish he could help the anxious side; he wished he could explain why they needed to hide, why they couldn't tell anyone about their feelings.

"Thomas isn't ready to know that much about himself, and it will only cause him pain in the end." He knew Virgil needed more of an explanation than that, but he was so focused on the pain of lying that he couldn't see the monsters around them, the way their life could fall apart if they told the truth. All Virgil knew was the pressure to be good, to share everything, the pressure not to lie. His fear lingered in Janus' heart, beating rapidly as he questioned his own decision.

Virgil looked at him disgusted, sneering "you're nothing but a liar" before walking away. That was when he started being called Deceit. No longer was he the side that wanted to protect Thomas, that was Virgil's job. Virgil was looking out for Thomas, trying to protect him from the world. Janus was just... deceit. That was also the day he stopped leaving his arms vulnerable to touch. Virgil's fingers left lingering prickles of panic. He never really figured how to get rid of the feeling, but it was fine. Janus donned a black shirt that covered his arms, a color Virgil favored, and everything was fine.

The capelet was next, a memory he chose not to focus on as pushed away the feeling of fingers on his throat. Anger was such an unpleasant feeling to experience second hand. He hated the idea that anyone could force him to lose sight of his job. Anger burned, anger consumed. It choked him with its smoke and fire as Nisus held onto his throat. Janus had spent so long pushing down his anger, pushing down the frustration and pain but Nisus had pulled it out with a single touch. The destructive path he left behind had scared even Remus.

Never again.

He didn't need to know what the others felt. He didn't want to know. He could no longer pull up the memories of Patton's love and care. Touch only brought pain, and so Janus stayed covered.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts as he walked into the common area.

"Morning Janus!" Patton was the first to greet him, disappointment had faded into pity, much the same way Patton had pitied Virgil in the beginning. It was a step in the right direction, but it was a far cry from the love Janus' heart remembered.

"Good Morning," He responded smoothly, walking over to his seat and surveying the others. He knew how they all felt about him. There was no need to brush his fingers against their arms, to feel the thrum of their emotions in his own heart.

Roman was discussing something with Virgil who was listening, but just barely.

Contempt. Betrayal.

Logan was reading a book, curled up in a posture he would yell at anyone else for having.

Nothing. That almost hurt worse.

Patton was walking over to him.

Pity.

"Hey Jannie, it's been hot the past few days so we were all thinking of going to the imagination to go swimming."

Swimming required a swimsuit, which typically required fewer layers. He could put on a wetsuit but the idea of wet clothes against his scales was completely unappealing. He typically loved the beach, curling up in the warm sand, allowing the salty water to occasionally spray him and cool him down. He didn't want to say no to a family excursion when they were all beginning to get along, but he couldn't risk touching them. He didn't want to know. He wasn't afraid... hesitant was a better word. "If I do join you I will most likely stay on the beach, I'm not a fan of swimming." He could stay in his full outfit and it wouldn't be a problem.

"I know you're supposed to be the lord of the lies," Remus chimed in from the air grate, sticking his head out. They had reinforced the air ducts for exactly this reason. "One of your favorite activities is laying on a rock in the sun while the cool waves brush against you. You won't even let me make the rock poisonous or anything like that."

Janus hissed at Remus who disappeared back into the HVAC system, giggling manically. Janus had taken years to be comfortable being dressed down in front of Remus, almost a decade even, but he was immediately beginning to regret that decision as the others looked at him. The problem was now, whether or not he told the truth they'd have their suspicions. He cautioned on another lie.

"Apologies, the truth is embarrassing which is why I didn't lead with that. I don't like being less than fully covered in front of others."

This time it was Virgil who snorted and chimed in. "You weren't always that way. You used to love showing off your arms and-" Virgil cut himself off and Janus knew they had both had the same thought. That was before Virgil and him were arguing, before Janus became a snake. Honestly, being part snake didn't bother Janus, but he was happy for Virgil to make that assumption.

"As I said, I'd be happy to attend, but I will remain on the beach." He tilted his head to the side, doing his best to give off an unassuming smile. He didn't focus on the way Roman rolled his eyes, or on the way Virgil glared at him like he was a puzzle.

"Well, if that will make you the happiest, kiddo." Patton chimed, his own voice strained and Janus was debating backing out entirely.

"I will also stay on the beach. I have a few books I would like to finish, but getting out in the pseudo fresh air should be good for all of us." Logan had set down his book and was looking at all of the others. The idea that Janus wouldn't be alone on the beach seemed to relax Patton.

"I'll prepare a picnic," he clamored, making his way toward the kitchen.

The four remaining sides sat in awkward silence. Logan looked like he had something to say. Roman was obviously trying to avoid looking at Janus. He still argued that things were getting better, but they certainly weren't anywhere near pleasant.

"Roman, don't you need Virgil to help you pick out your outfit for the beach?"

"What? I would-" His dramatic statement was cut off as Logan looked at him. The logical side wasn't being subtle but maybe he wasn't trying to be. That wasn't his strong suit.

"Right, of course, come on Virgil." Virgil looked between Logan and Janus before sighing.

"Yeah, okay, whatever."

Soon it was just Janus and Logan in the room, and Logan took a seat again, this time a little closer to Janus. "I don't understand what has you hesitant to be loosely clothed in front of us, but know we will respect your needs... at least, I will."

Janus snorted and gently shook his head. "That was never in doubt for me Logan, you are respectful to a fault."

"A fault?" His eyebrow quirked in question.

"Sometimes it would benefit you to be more selfish and demand your own needs be met."

"Although I don't necessarily disagree with you, I believe the conversation was supposed to be about your needs and wants and not my own."

"Do you truly believe I am not taking care of my needs?" Janus asked, putting his hand to his chest. "I am Thomas' sense of self-preservation."

Logan stared at him with a deadpan look. "And Virgil is Thomas' anxiety. He enjoys giving anxiety but also gets anxiety, we are facsimiles of people. We are complex."

It was kind for him to care, though, strange. "I stand by my earlier statement. You care more than you should." Janus shook his head. "By sitting on the beach I will be taking care of my needs. I will be able to remain fully clothed while continuing to build the bonds which will suit all of us and Thomas far more than our current situation does."

The other side continued to look at him with that quirked eyebrow but eventually relented. "If you would like to talk about the reason you are adverse to showing us your skin and scales, I am here to listen." Logan stood up. "I should also get ready. Patton will be wanting to leave the moment he is done in the kitchen."

As soon as Logan left, Janus let out a soft sigh. He knew how they all felt. He was sure he did... then why did his fingers tingle to reach out for Logan, to see if there was truth in his statement? Janus looked down at his gloved hands. One day. Maybe one day he would be able to reach out to one of them.

Tag List: @simplestoryteller @fantasticfangirl21 @joylessnightsky @glacierruler

#sanders side fic #fanfic #sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #Janus Sanders #Janus angst #hurt/comfort #mildly unresolved

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yourchemicallyimbalancedromance · 6 months

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The Time Will Come

Prompt: 17. “You’re shaking like a leaf, are you okay?” (Credit to @/dumplingsjinson for this idea that I found from their hurt/comfort prompt list which you can find here<3)

Summary: post WTIT, Logan goes to an unsuspected side to garner their help.

Ship: platonic analogical

CW/TW: anxiety

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Logan rose up in the anxious sides room, pad of paper still in hand, exhausted and aggravated.

Virgil hadn’t heard him come in, the music from his headphones preventing him from being able to hear much of anything. He was sketching on his bed and mumbling the words to the song he was listening to to himself. This was his way of coping through the unease that rippled its way through Thomas because of Remus’ actions.

Logan stood there, waiting for Virgil to notice him. He didn’t want to bother him but he didn’t really feel as if he had anyone else to go to. Roman was busy rehearsing lines for a play, Patton was free but he was just…too sentimental, and Remus and Janus? No. Absolutely not.

Virgil could feel someone looking at him and looked up, quickly jumping back. “GAH!” he removed his headphones and took a second to catch his breath. “Jesus fucking Christ, Logan, you could’ve said something.”

“Apologies. I was wondering if we could converse about something important” he said, setting his pad of paper on Virgil’s desk. His hands were shaking.

Virgil recognized this subtle action as something Logan only did when he was overwhelmed with emotion. It’s funny, In a sick way. Logan was the one who taught him and the rest of the sides that suppression wasn’t helpful, yet he continued to put on this emotionless persona daily.

“God, you’re shaking like a leaf, are…you okay?” He asked, concerned.

Logan shook his head, suddenly all of the thoughts in his head were jumbled, he couldn’t speak. “I— Thomas keeps— Remus—“ he tried on multiple different ways of starting his sentence before he couldn’t stand upright, the shaking getting worse, tears in his eyes. He felt embarrassed, this wasn’t how he wanted this to go.

Virgil rushed to his side and held him as he collapsed into his arms. “It’s okay, you’re okay, breathe.” He says warmly.

“he won’t listen to me.” He said, taking deep breaths and composing himself. He stopped shaking and sat on the edge of Virgil’s bed.

“Logan, you need to talk to him. Not only is this effecting you, but all of us. Pushing down how you feel does nothing but make it worse.” Virgil says. He didn’t want to be so brutally honest with him, but he had no choice, enough was enough.

“I am the Logical side, Virgil, not the anxious side. I’m fine. I’m more concerned with Thomas’ procrastination issue.” Logan responds

“Really? Because the borderline breakdown you just had speaks otherwise.” He retorts. He winced a little at how cutting his voice sounded.

“The house is a mess I just need him to—“

“The house is a mess because Thomas is, same thing for you. You have emotions, Logan. I’m sorry but you have to face it just like the rest of us. The house is one of the lowest things on my list of priorities right now. You need to talk to him.”

“Fine.” Logan replied half-heartedly.

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After his initial conversation with Virgil, Logan found Thomas sitting in the living room re-watching Parks and Recreation with Nico. It was his 17th time rewatching it and he kept pointing out his favorite parts while Nico laughed.

It had been a few hours since their venture downtown and Logan didn’t want to intrude on their date. Or more-so, he was afraid to.

Eventually Thomas walked into the kitchen where Logan was standing, sipping his coffee, going over the script in his head. He was at the part where he was explaining the issue to Thomas when present Thomas interrupted him.

“Hey, Logan im sorry about earlier, I promise I’ll get back on schedule soon.” He says

Logan gave him a stoic look. “Thomas, we need to talk about this. I think your procrastination levels are just growing increasingly more high by the day. Why is that?”

“I really don’t want to talk about this right now, I just wanted to let you know that I would, eventually, be getting back on—“

“Thomas, this is extremely important. I’m tired of you pushing me off to the side.” Logan interrupted him, flustered.

Thomas stared at him, shocked, a hurt look on his face. “I wasn’t trying to do that I just don’t want to—“

“Forget about it.” Logan says, cutting him off, watching Thomas’ face go from hurt to heartbroken. He couldn’t find it within himself to care, he was too tired, too maddened with Thomas’ apparent need to not listen to him.

He sinks back down into Virgil’s room, sitting on his bed, just as he was earlier.

Virgil looks up, and Logan doesn’t even have to say anything before Virgil just wraps his arms around him and holds him close. “He’ll listen soon. I promise. I know what it’s like to not feel heard.”

Logan nods and lets himself be held. Usually he’s not one for psychical touch, or any kind of show of affection for that matter, but he needed this. He really needed this.

“Thank you, Virgil.”

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #logan sanders #ts logan #ts patton #patton sanders #roman sanders #ts roman #ts remus #remus sanders #ts janus #janus sanders #Nico #hurt/comfort #angst

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dixidin · 4 months

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Merry Christmas to Janus (aka Deceit) and ONLY JANUS. Who the hell is Vigil or Roman?

#anyways can you tell Janus is my fav #MY COMFORT CHARACTER FROM THE START!!!#instantly became obsessed with him after I saw his episode #AND I WENT EVEN MORE INSANE WHEN I SAW HIM IN REMUS'S MUSIC VIDEO #NUMBER 1 JANUS LOVER OVER HERE 100%#anyways tags #sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #deceit sanders #remus sanders #christmas #merry christmas

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cottoncandyjojo · 3 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY OUR FAVORITE DAD🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

(Sorry for posting late I’ve been busy today 🥲)

Gosh he makes me so happy

Fav Patton quotes: (that I can remember at the top of my head)

“I know long words too!…Saxophone”

“I am the Walrus”

“If you keep talking bad about yourself, I’m going to physically fight you!”

“You can be Raphael or Donatello!”

“Puppets!”

“Thomas……you’re Spiderman?”

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

#sanders sides #patton sanders #ts patton #Happy birthday Patton!#🩵🩵🩵#comfort characters all around #comfort character #i love him #he deserves the world

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myosotis-prince · 1 year

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im rewatching sanders sides and seeing virgil(albeit not completely intentionally) make patton upset makes me want to claw my eyes out

also the fandom is way too harsh on pat and im furious about how he's made out to be the worst side always

#HES MY SECOND FAVORITE #comfort character :(#sweet boy...#patton sanders #patton angst #virgil sanders #sanders sides #tss #giving a goat #tss critical

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selfdestructivecat · 2 years

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

I am proud to present to you all part one of Sanders Sides as anime characters!!! Featuring requested characters that, upon seeing them, I was immediately like “yes that is correct”.

(Wasn’t sure whether or not to give Patton his glasses, but I decided that since he’s currently doing a skateboarding trick, it would be safest that he didn’t wear them. And if I don’t have to draw them? Simply a bonus.)

I’ll be taking a small break before tackling part 2, since this took a lot out of me! But I’ll do my best to get the next part out in a timely manner.

Thanks again to everyone who requested characters! And if you didn’t get a chance to request, guess what? I still need a character for Patton and Remus! So if you have any suggestions for those two, please send them in!

(Also I’m sorry if I put the last name first for some characters and put it last for others, I’m not familiar with all of these characters and didn’t know which was their given name and which was their family name >.<)

The characters the Sides are drawn as are:

Patton - Miya Chinen: Sk8 the Infinity

Roman - Tamaki Suoh: Ouran High School Host Club

Logan - Shinichi Kudo: Detective Conan

Janus - Seto Kaiba: Yu-Gi-Oh

Remus - Envy: Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Virgil - L: Death Note

@korruptbrekker @warrior-in-a-trenchcoat

(Individual Panels without Text Below!)

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A set of six panels, each with a character from Sanders Sides dressed and drawn in the style of a different anime character.

The top left panel has Patton, who is drawn as Miya Chinen from Sk8 the Infinity. He has light skin with freckles, blonde hair, and light blue eyes. His outfit is Miya’s skate outfit, but the sweatshirt is blue and hot pink, the shirt is pink and purple, and the shorts are dark, navy blue. He is posed mid-skateboarding trick.

The top middle panel has Roman, who is drawn like Tamaki Suoh from Ouran High School Host Club. He has tan skin, red shoulder-length hair, and green eyes. He is outfit is Tamaki’s host outfit, but the tie is colored in shades of red and the symbol of the club is replaced by Roman’s emblem. Roman has a hand extended invitingly.

The top right panel has Logan, who is drawn as Shinichi Kudo from Detective Conan. His has light skin, black hair that’s pushed back and to the side, and brown eyes. His outfit is Shinichi’s usual suit, except the tie is colored like Logan’s canon tie. He is posed with his hands in his pockets.

The bottom left panel has Janus, who is drawn as Seto Kaiba from Yu-Gi-Oh. He is posed so only the left side of his face is visible. He has light skin covered in gold scales, brown hair pulled in a side ponytail, and a bright yellow snake eye with a slitted pupil. He is dressed in Kaiba’s signature outfit, but the inside of his coat and the straps on his arms are yellow, and the symbol for Kaiba Corp. is replaced by Janus’ two-headed snake symbol. Janus is posed with one arm raised towards his head, his fingers bending at seemingly impossible angles.

The bottom middle panel has Remus, who is drawn as Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. He has tan skin, black hair that is long and straight on one side and shaved on the other (with Remus’ signature grey streak), a black mustache, and red eyes. One eye is hidden in shadow, and only a glowing circle is visible. Remus is wearing Envy’s signature outfit, but the clothes are a dark green, and Remus’ symbol is on the headband. He is posed with one hand on his hip and the other up to his face.

The bottom right panel has Virgil, who is drawn as L from Death Note. He has pale skin, black hair, and dual-colored eyes (the right is purple and the left is green). He is wearing L’s signature outfit, but the pants are black and the shirt is purple. He is posed squatting, with one hand on his knee and the other raised to his face with his thumb at his lips.

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colalikescomfortcharacters · 2 years

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Thomas being wholesome❤ Thomas hugging the virgil and patton is s cuteee

#thomas sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides virgil #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #thomas wholesome #sanders sides plushies #wholesome gay man #i want a virgil plush #pls why am i like this #comfort youtubers #plushies

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loganscroftersstash · 11 months

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the eye of the storm.

platonic loceit/dlampr

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hello gang

it has been… a while since i’ve written sanders sides content. i was into it for years before i dropped it and now i’ve picked it back up again. i forgot how much i loved this series. i’ve been rewatching it and remembered just how much i was so excited for the reveal of the super mysterious and spooky orange side, and i got a little pang of inspiration from the working through intrusive thoughts aside video. here is some really shitty angst/comfort; it’s been a while so my characterizations may be off, apologies in advance. and also my apologies for the spacing— i wrote this on docs and i didn’t realize the spacing would be so wide. sorry!!

scroll to v end for authors notes!

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The date with Nico had gone so good! Thomas was reeling him in hook, line, and sinker; and Remus was able to be contained for the whole time! Sure, he had some moments, but nothing that none of them couldn’t handle. Now, as the sun set and shades of fuchsia and orange painted the sky above the exhibit, everyone decided it was time to go home.

The moment Thomas began to walk back all of the sides sank out, reappearing in his mind in an all too familiar routine. Remus was the only one absent for their outing, everyone else should have been here.

While Roman and Patton were happily reminiscing about the date, exchanging compliments and giggles, Virgil glanced around. He refused to glance in a certain serpent’s direction, but the room still felt empty.

Something was off.

Was it the coffee table? Couch? Maybe the blanket…?

Click.

“Where’s Logan?”

That seemed to break Roman and Patton from their conversation, and they both turned to look at Virgil.

“…Hey, yeah! Where’s our Logan?” Patton asked.

“Oh, who cares! He’s probably sulking because Thomas went out and had fun with the cutest frickin’ guy ever!” Roman proclaims, overly dramatic as always.

Patton puts his hands on his hips. “Now, Roman. Be nice to Logan! He was just trying to get Thomas to be productive— ya can’t argue the state of his home is a little…”

“Revolting?” Virgil finishes the sentence for him.

“I was gonna say icky, but that works too!” Patton grins at Virgil. “But anyway, don’t get mad at him for trying to help!”

“Pfft— help. Nerd.” Roman chuckles, earning a slight glare from Patton. “He could try to help by not getting in the way of our already non-existent love life!”

“You know, Patton’s right, Roman.” Janus murmurs from his corner. “Your twin gave him quite the bit of trouble today…”

Roman straightens his posture, almost defensive, as he glares at the slimy fiend. “What do you mean? What did that mangy mongrel do to him?”

Janus shrugs. “Oh. Nothing. I’m sure you wouldn’t care about that, Logan is just a speed bump on the road to love, and all that…” He says dismissively.

“Tell. Me.” Roman insists, moving closer towards Janus. “What did he do?”

Janus examines his glove, almost unbothered before he looks up at Roman. “Well…”

Roman glares. A silent message to get it the hell over with.

“When Thomas was up in the wee hours of the night, Logan and him decided on a new schedule. You know how those work out for Thomas.”

“Yeah. They don’t.” Roman murmured.

“Mhm. Usually it’s just because Thomas is more… spontaneous. Carefree, if you will. He likes to jump from task to task. Doing a list can be overwhelming, but Logan was just so dedicated to helping him stick to it. And poor Thomas even wanted to do it!…”

“…Jan. You lied, kiddo.”

“Whatever.” Janus shrugs. “Anyways. Remus decided to make Logan’s life a living hell by trying to kill or maim Thomas or Logan himself, but usually he ended up hurting himself.”

“Is that where the sparkly green eyepatch came from?!” Roman gasped.

“…Yes.” Janus murmured. “Anyways. Logan tried to reason with him and—”

“Is no one gonna ask why he knows all this?!” Virgil interjects.

Janus huffs. “Are ANY of you going to let me talk?!” He sighs. “And before you ask, I listen. To everything. Are there ANYMORE questions before I answer the first one?!”

Patton raises his hand for a moment before it shoots back down.

“Perfect. Great. Back to what I was saying… Logan confronted Remus after a few failed attempts and tried to reason with him, because this was one of the few times he’s actually gotten Thomas on a schedule and he tried to stick to it. So, you can tell why he’d be a little irritated about his incessant attempts at getting him off task.”

Roman raises a brow. “And…?”

“Logan screamed at him.”

“Oh.” Roman chuckles. “Yeah, he does that—”

“His eyes shone orange.”

A silence fell over the room. There was a silent, unspoken yet unified agreement that they all knew what that meant. And they knew it was bad.

Virgil was the first to break the silence. “…fuck.”

“…Did… Thomas? See? Do we have to have another confrontation so soon?!” Patton gasped.

“No. No he didn’t. Remus mocked him for the outburst almost instantly and as far as I’m aware, the interaction was over after that.”

“…What made Logan lose his cool that badly over something like that?” Roman hummed.

Janus rolled his eyes. “Oh, I don’t know. How about the fact that you all ignore him?”

“How dare you! I don’t ignore Mark Zucker-nerd; I just don’t listen to him!”

“…Roman. Buddy. That’s ignoring.”

Roman paused, looking down. “…so it is! But either way— we don’t ignore him, Janus. It isn’t my fault he never has anything helpful to add!”

“Oh, please. Logan is literally the embodiment of Logic. He’s resolved how many of these past issues? Logan does the most and gets the least reward, Roman. You have the most influence over our host, followed by Patton and Virgil. Maybe lately me and Remus have had a little fun taking the wheel every now and again— but when was the last time you let Logan make a big decision? You decided to skip the callback, you decided to go on the date. All Logan gets influence on is his little passion project, which he’s probably abandoned at this point because I seriously doubt there’s much passion left in him.”

Janus’ rant has left the other sides staring; Roman in disbelief, mostly at the audacity, Patton in shame, and Virgil in guilt. Deep down, they knew Janus was right.

“…Okay. Maybe I’ve been… a little… controlling.” Roman murmured.

“A lot.” Janus hummed.

Patton leans over to him, “Hey, Jan— kiddo. Small wins.”

“Right, Patton,” He whispers back, sighing. “Anyway. I suggest we try to make this up to Logan one way or another. After we make sure he’s alright.”

“I’m not checking on him. I love the guy, but if I step ten feet near conflict I’ll throw up and die.” Virgil mumbles, throwing his hood up.

“Logan doesn’t usually take comfort from me all that well. I think he finds it kinda patronizing…” Patton frowns. “But I’d be happy to try!”

“No, you're right… and he’d only think I was mocking him.” Roman murmured.

One by one, all their eyes drift to Janus.

“…You want me to go in there. Don’t you.”

“Well, yeah! You’re the most neutral with him! Logan doesn't know you super well and while I’m sure he didn’t appreciate your impersonating of him, I think you see eye to eye with him on a lotta stuff! That helps!” Patton grinned. “You might be the best candidate for this kinda thing.”

Virgil sighs. “….I can’t believe I’m agreeing with this… but yeah. Janus is the best candidate for this particular job…”

“…Of course. Fine. I’ll go check on him.” Janus huffs. He leaves his little corner in the shadows, brushing past the other three and making his way down the hallway. It doesn’t take him long to reach Logan’s door. Usually there’s light peeking from underneath the door, but that’s absent this time. Hmm…

Janus knocks three times.

Usually a “one moment” or a “come in” would follow. But there is silence.

Janus waits a moment, before knocking again, this time accompanying it with a “Logan? You alright?”

He’s met with silence again.

Janus sighs, placing his hand on the doorknob and twisting slowly. He pushes the door open, peeking in just a bit to get an idea of what he’s getting himself into.

The moment the door opens just a crack it’s blown open with immeasurable force, pulling Janus inside and slamming the door behind him. The room is barely a room anymore— more so a culmination of wind. Janus can make out a few objects— calendars with black and red marker scribbled over the dates, some books and some pages torn from them, blank sheets of paper, and a few pens and little knickknacks. Glancing around quickly, Janus realizes there’s a soft, barely there orange glow coming from the center of the room.

Fuck.

“Logan!” Janus calls, trying to push his way through but inevitably getting pushed back against the door. “Logan, let me in! I will help!”

There’s some sort of loud noise, but Janus can barely make it out throughout the pounding sound of wind against his ears.

Fine. Be difficult. It takes a lot of strength, and a lot of mental willpower, but he’s able to carve out a path directly into the eye of the storm. Janus heaves a bit as he walks, immediately taking note of Logan.

He’s… never seen the other so distressed. And honestly, it stings.

Logan is sat on the floor on his knees, hunched over and sobbing. Janus has never seen him cry, never heard it either. But this is just too much…

“…Logan?” He calls quietly, softly. Trying his best not to startle the other.

Said side looks up with a horrified gaze. His eyes gleam with amber tones and the best descriptor Janus has at the moment is overwhelmed.

“Calm down, calm down.” Janus shushes, kneeling to Logan’s level. Instinctively, Logan tries to back away, and Janus lets him. He gives Logan his space. “Deep breaths. Breathe…”

And he tries. All he can manage is panicked and shaky short breaths that can’t be delivering much air to his brain. Janus could see this plain as day. “Logan. Think you’re stable enough to talk?”

Logan glances up and after a moment's hesitation, he nods quickly.

“Five things you can see. Can you do that for me?”

Logan glances around quickly. “Books.” He murmurs, almost rapid as he speaks. “…Calendar. Marker. Pen…” He looks around again. “Cube.”

“Alright. Good. Four things you can feel?”

“…Clothes. Glasses.” His tone is almost robotic, despite it being watery. “Wind… and… and… and the floor.”

Janus can see and feel the wind slowing, even if just a little bit.

“Good. How about three things you can hear?”

“You. Me. Wind.”

“Almost done. Two things you can smell?”

“Um…” Logan panics again. Another question he can’t answer. Of course. “Cologne? Maybe… and… and…”

“Focus, Logan. You’re okay. It’s okay.”

“…Ink.”

“Good. Last one. One thing you can taste.”

“Salt…”

The wind slows to a stop. All the objects fall from where they were propelled. They could deal with that later.

“See? You’re okay. It’s okay.”

Logan looks up, eyes still watery and overflowing with tears. He’s shaking. The word that comes to Janus’ mind is helpless. He knows it’d make Logan worse so he decides to keep that thought inside.

“Now. Would you like to talk about this?”

“I don’t know how!” His tone is surprisingly aggressive, but it doesn’t seem like Logan. It’s out of character for him. He’s crumbling. “I don’t know how to… to talk about this! I’ve never— I’ve never felt so… so…”

“Breathe, Logan.” Janus offers. “It’s alright. Just—”

“LET ME TALK.” Logan shouts; the ferocity of the moment is only comparable to earlier when Remus had pushed too far.

And Janus falls silent. He doesn’t take it personally. He knows it isn’t— Logan is just so overcome with it all he’s lost control. He knows just how bad they can be.

And Logan realizes just what he’s done a moment after, and he falls back into helpless sobs, curling around himself. He feels so fucking awful. Not only is he useless, but he’s an asshole too. Another flaw to add to the ever growing list.

“Logan, I know you’re overwhelmed…” Janus reaches a hand out to touch, but he hesitates, and quickly lets it fall back to his side. “Tell me what’s going on. What’s got you so upset?”

Logan hesitates speaking, before he sobs out his words, “I’m so awful, Janus…”

“If this is about today, you’re not. Remus is especially heinous and you know that—”

“It isn’t just today!” He shouts. “It’s getting harder and harder to do my job and get through to him— I-I’m not good enough, Janus. I can’t do anything anymore! I used to be able to… to do everything, and it was fine. My calendars were in perfect order, I kept the others in check while maintaining a balance— I wasn’t a fucking emotional wreck!” Logan sobs, looking up at Janus desperately. “I’m useless. I can’t— I’m not—”

“Logan. You’re magnetizing.” Janus murmurs.

“Magnifying.” He corrects.

“See? You’re still capable of doing your job. And you still do your job just fine.” Janus puts a gentle hand on his shoulder, smoothing over the wrinkled shirt. “Everyone’s been in chaos these last few months… and that’s partly me and Remus’ fault. We haven’t been easy adjustments.” He sighed. “But,” And he holds up his finger with a dramatic pause, “You of all people have been the most versatile. You put forth your best effort Logan— more so than the other sides have. You know that.”

“But my best isn’t good enough.”

“It is. It is. You don’t believe it is, but it is.” Janus assures. “It isn’t your fault you’re getting overshadowed.”

“Perhaps if my methods were different, if my tactics were better—”

“Shhh.” Janus presses his finger to Logan’s lips, effectively silencing him momentarily.

“Logan. You’re doing nothing wrong.”

“Then why am I getting ignored?”

Janus didn’t have an answer immediately. And he could tell that upset Logan even further, despite the fact he was trying to conceal his tears.

“I don’t know, Logan. I’m sorry.” He sighed. “But I’ll never ignore you. You know that, right?”

He sniffles, nodding.

“…Do you want a hug?”

Logan hesitates for a long moment, as if weighing the pros and cons. Potential comfort and warmth, but also a huge dent in his reputation.

This was a pretty big dent too. Fuck it.

“…Please.”

Janus wraps his arms around Logan, hugging him tightly. “You’re alright. It’s alright..” He murmurs. “You’re okay.”

While Logan quietly cried into Janus’ shoulder, the scaly of the two silently wills the objects back into their places. He doesn’t need Logan even more stressed.

“Do you feel better?”

Logan nods, swallowing thickly. His throat feels scratchy…

“…I don’t think I’ve ever felt those… those feelings so… intensely.” He cringes at the word; it feels sticky and wrong on his tongue.

“I know… but it’s all over now. You’re calmer. Your room isn’t a tornado.”

Logan blinks, glancing up. “Oh. I was…” He looks around quickly. “Everything is in its place…?”

“I put it back. I know mess overwhelms you.”

Logan can’t help the microscopic smile.

“Thank you, Janus… I… apologize for all this.”

“Don’t mention it. It was out of your control. Now,” He pulls away slightly. “Do you need me to stay? I’m more than happy to.”

Logan thinks for a moment, and then shakes his head. “No. I believe some time alone would benefit me. I need to ‘recharge,’ if you will.”

Janus stands and makes his way to the door. “Alright. If you need anything else, you know where my room is.”

“I do. Again, thank you.”

“No worries, Logan. That’s what friends are for.”

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(i wrote these authors notes as i wrote the story; i didn’t wanna stick them in as i wrote so i put them all at the end.)

authors note: i forgot how vividly i imagined their headspace; even down to the order of the doors. in case you’re wondering, the hallway of their rooms (which you enter from the right side) goes from left to right as such: virgil, logan, roman, and patton. the dark sides have their own separate wing (because of course they do)

authors note 2: i feel like sides have a lot more willpower and control in the headspace than we originally think— and the dark sides seem to be more powerful than the core 4 so they have an easier time doing stuff like that. obviously since deceit can transform into any of the sides— which i feel like the other sides can do but choose not to?? if they can become thomas’ friends they should be able to transform into each other,,— and remus can summon objects outside of the mind palace and headspace— we’ve seen other sides with fidgets or swords or little caps but never anything like super big i don’t think? it’s been a while hah

authors note 3: i’m trying to make up some shit about the orange side while also keeping it vague so it’s not too specific. mostly cause i want this to be logan centric but also i want this to have the best chance at holding up after he is revealed

authors note 4: logan may be the logic side but he is also the autism side

authors note 5: this just became a loceit fic but i’m not even mad. logan x anyone supremacy

authors note 6: this just became a self projection fic but i’m not even mad. logan x self projection supremacy

authors note 7: i didn’t know how to end this so have some weird janus and logan

okay hi!! finally done writing. got this done in like… two hours shockingly. i speed ran this fr

no beta read we die like men.

reblog if you enjoyed!!

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lauras-happy-place · 5 months

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I never knew I needed rapping Joe (Donovan Patton ) in my life until now!

#kidcore #sfw agere #blue’s clues #Donovan Patton #videos #mp3 #comfort tag

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rataticaisdreaming · 7 months

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they love each other your honor 💚💙

#rat's art #rataticaisdreaming #comfort ship do be comforting me 🥺#they mean the world to me ok? 💚💙#they just so 🥺#sanders sides #patton sanders #remus sanders #intruality #sanders sides fanart #traditional art #artists on tumblr #doodle #sketch

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yourchemicallyimbalancedromance · 6 months

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What’s Your Favorite Scary Movie?

Prompt: purposely suggesting a horror movie (even though they know they themselves hate horror movies) just so they have an excuse to cuddle up for the night. (Credit to @/novelbear for the idea from their spooky prompts list which you can find here<3)

Summary: Patton has been feeling a little touch deprived lately, so he suggests that he and Janus watch one of Janus’ favorite horror movies just so they can cuddle. (even though he hates horror.)

Ship: romantic moceit

CW/TW: none, just fluff<3

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The room was dimly lit, a yellow tint coming from the kitchen made the living room cozier than ever. Janus loved it, it was the perfect place to read whenever he could.

Janus looks up from his book and his place on the couch to see his boyfriend staring at him. “What is it, Darling?” He says, amused.

Pattons face heats up at the petname. “I was gonna go to bed but it feels empty without you. Do you…do you wanna watch a scary movie?”

Janus smiles, “of course, I would love that. I do, however, find it odd that you’re asking considering you hate horror movies” he says.

“Well, I mean, it’s almost Halloween so I thought, y’know..why not give it a shot?” Patton responded

Janus’ smile grew. “What movie were you thinking of?”

Patton shrugged, “nothing in particular, whatever you want, babe”

Janus placed his book facedown on the couch and followed Patton Into their bedroom. it smelled of burning firewood, a scent both he and Patton loved; the candle lit the room with a soft glow.

In bed, Janus clicked through a multitude of streaming services, surveying their options for movies before finally settling on Netflix, which had all of the Scream movies. All the while Patton snuggled up against him, his body pressed against his back, and an arm wrapped around him.

“You’re sure you wanna watch this, Pat?” Janus asked calmly.

With his head buried in Janus’ neck, he nodded.

Janus clicked play and the movie begun.

Patton felt safe next to his beloved, usually he didn’t want to watch anything that involved fear in the mix but he knew that Janus would do anything and everything to make him feel better.

He jumped occasionally, which Janus responded to with a soothing hand running through his hair, letting him know he would be there through the whole thing, reminding him every so often that they could turn the movie off at any point, he wouldn’t be upset; but Patton insisted they keep watching.

Janus payed attention to his boyfriends body language, noticed when it tensed up at a particular scene, when he breathed a sigh of relief against his neck whenever the worst parts were over, the cool air making him melt a little against him.

After a while he felt Pattons arm loosen around him, soft snoring filling the room apart from the screams on the TV. He smiled and turned to face him, placing a kiss on his forehead, glad he could provide a comforting enough presence that he felt safe enough to fall asleep.

He turned off the TV, blew out the candle on their nightstand, letting darkness engulf the room, and listened for any sounds of fear coming from Patton. When none came, he fell asleep peacefully next to him.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts patton #patton sanders #ts janus #janus sanders #comfort #fluff #moceit #ts deceit #deceit #morality #ts morality #sanders sides oneshot

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What Dreams Are For

Chapter One: Wrong

Masterpost | Next | Ao3

Story Summary: Dreams are weird. Especially when you’re metaphysical. There is a distinction between your own dreams and that of your whole. Even though Roman doesn't know at first that he's trapped in a dream, he does know that something is wrong upon waking in an unfamiliar room. He thinks he's in the Imagination but can't say for sure. Just what has he gotten caught up in?

Cast as the evil Prince and forced to act out the twisted storyline of Thomas’ dream, Roman, with help from Patton and Virgil, needs to figure out what is happening while constricted by what his hateful character would do and say which is not at all pleasant.

We dream for a reason. And as much as Roman likes to be the center of attention, this dream isn’t about him. Someone else is crying out for help.

Content Warnings: Partial Mind Control, Hurt/Comfort, Crying

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Roman stares at the unfamiliar ceiling above him. He just woke up and he is reasonably sure this isn’t his bedroom. Because his own bed has a canopy, ordinarily he can’t see the ceiling to begin with. Now he is lying in an extremely comfortable bed that rivals his own in fluffiness, staring at a stone ceiling that definitely does not belong to his bedroom. So where is he and how did he get here?

He sits up and attempts to take a look around the room when the double doors across him swing open. A woman, a servant he guesses based on her uniform, enters, pushing a trolley in front of her with a bowl and a towel on it.

“Good morning, Your Royal Highness Crown Prince Roman,” she greets as she steps closer. She bows deeply to him once she arrives at the side of the bed, leaving her cart in front of him. Confused, Roman opens his mouth to ask her what is going on and where he is, but instead the words coming out of his mouth are entirely different.

“Is there news of the King?” he asks, voice cold and hard. His body moves on his own, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and washing his face with the lukewarm water the bowl on the cart contains. Roman tries unsuccessfully to get his body back under control but his limbs won’t listen to him.

“A messenger arrived at sunrise with a notice from the King which was received by the Royal Advisor. He has not shared the contents with us staff, but he asks if you would join him for breakfast to discuss the matter.” Roman listens to the woman’s explanation as he dries his face with the prepared towel, still lost on what is happening. He can’t seem to control his body, he is addressed as ‘Crown Prince,’ the king is away, and, in his stead, the royal advisor is in charge? What is going on?

“Tell him I accept his invitation. Before that I will bathe. Prepare the one on the second floor. Use those herbs I was gifted by the ambassador last week.”

“As you command, Your Royal Highness.” With another bow, the servant leaves. As soon as the door falls shut behind her, Roman feels a heaviness he hadn’t noticed before lift from him. Experimentally, he moves his arms around. It appears that he has regained control over his body once more.

A sigh of relief leaves his lips and he lets himself fall back onto the bed, once again staring at the stone ceiling above him. What in Hera’s name is going on? Where is he? Why is he here? And why did he lose control like that? He tries to sink out, back into his room in the Mindscape but nothing happens. He’s stuck.

Well, moping on the bed isn’t going to get him any answers. For now, he should inspect the room to see if he can find any clues around. He starts by getting up and taking in his surroundings properly. The room is large, larger than his room in the mindscape at least. As he gets off the bed on his left-hand side, he sees a desk placed in a corner, not as big as he would expect for a prince, though he probably has a separate study for most of the paperwork. This desk holds some stacks of blank paper and a few neatly ordered writing utensils as well as some drawers he leaves shut for now. Even if this room is supposedly his, it feels like snooping.

Not far from the desk, on the left wall, are huge windows and double glass doors leading out onto a balcony. Roman glances outside and sees a large stone platform with its own furniture and several potted plants. Beyond the balustrade he sees more greenery, a garden of some sort he presumes. But since he isn’t properly dressed yet, he refrains from actually stepping outside.

The last thing on this side of the room is a large vanity that holds various bottles and containers of some sort that he can only presume are beauty products. Glancing in the embedded mirror doesn’t tell him much, he looks about the same as he always does, his brown hair a bit wild after only just having gotten out of bed and his green eyes maybe a bit brighter than usual. He grabs a brush to smooth out the worst of his messy hairstyle before setting his eyes back on the rest of the room.

On the other side of the large double doors the servant had come in from and left through again was a comfortable-looking seating area around a, currently, dead fireplace. A couch and three armchairs are spread around a coffee table that stands across the fireplace. As everything else in the room, as Roman only just notices, the cushion design contains mostly red and gold. It’s a very pompous look that makes him just a bit uncomfortable.

The only two things that are left for him to investigate are two doors located to the right of his bed that he quickly finds lead to a walk-in closet and a bathroom containing a tub big enough for a single person to sit comfortably, amongst other things. He presumes that whatever bath he told the servant to prepare would be bigger.

Thinking of the devil and he will appear, there is a knock on the door, and he calls for the person to enter, again in a harsher tone than he would have liked. The servant from before slips inside and bows.

“Your bath is ready, Your Royal Highness. What attire should I prepare for you to wear?”

As his mouth gives out more instructions he can’t understand, Roman resigns himself to being at the mercy of whatever force is controlling him for the moment until he can find another quiet moment alone. Maybe further interactions with the serving staff might help him get some clues to figure out what the hell is going on.

He just hopes the others are okay.

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The bath turned out rather nice despite the constant presence of servants that insisted on helping him wash himself. And while that had definitely been uncomfortable, it had also been rather nice to let himself be pampered a bit. That was until they also had to help him dress. He wished he could have sent them away to do it alone but sadly, he is not familiar with this fantasy – or medieval or whatever – clothing style that is worn here, so he couldn’t have possibly figured it out himself.

So now, with his pride slightly hurt, he lets himself be led to his breakfast meeting with the royal advisor, whoever that is. As they walk, he pays attention to his surroundings to make sure he doesn’t get lost on his own but as he passes the various doors and halls, his brain immediately supplies him with where they lead on its own. As if he had lived here his entire life it just came to him naturally.

It invokes feelings in him he doesn’t like. A strong sense of wrongness grips at his heart which then turns to dread.

Whatever this situation is, he can guess that it isn’t good.

Finally, the servant he’s been following opens a door and bows to him, wordlessly waiting for him to step inside. The room he enters is empty except for a long table in its center which is set with two sets of tableware opposite of each other on the other end of the table at the far end of the room. From what Roman knows of noble etiquette, he guesses that the seat at the head of the table that separates the two is the seat the King would usually occupy. But which seat is his? The one on the left? Or the one on the right?

Thankfully, his involuntary body movements come in handy as his legs confidently carry him towards the seat left of the King’s. As he moves closer a burning feeling of greed fills him as he looks at the place at the head of the table. A feeling that tells him that that place should be his and will be one day soon. Roman doesn’t like feeling that way.

He turns his head away from the King’s seat, nauseated by the forceful foreign feeling that hit him, and instead focuses on the decorations covering the walls of the room, mainly portraits. They depicted generally noble looking people in fancy outfits and again his brain supplies him with their names and titles, though they mean little to him. He doesn’t have time to get bored staring at them since the door he had entered from before is opened and a servant announces the arrival of the royal advisor.

Roman wants to cry as he sees the person entering the room. He looks older, his face a bit more wrinkly and his hair is more curled than usual as well as lighter, but it is undeniably Patton. He smiles at Roman with the same familiar kindness he’s used to and Roman wants to jump up and hug him, but his body doesn’t move. He just watches as Patton rounds the table, arriving at his seat and bowing to him.

“Your Royal Highness, Crown Prince Roman. It is good to see you this morning.”

“Likewise, Royal Advisor Patton.” He motions for him to take a seat and Patton does so with a grateful nod. The servants then begin bringing in several dishes and placing them on the table close to them both. It’s a mouth-watering array of goods, from meat to cheeses, fruit spreads to regular fruits, various forms of cooked eggs and many more things.

Patton and Roman both wait in silence until they’re done and most leave the room with another bow but two of them stay behind, ready to fulfill any further order either of them might have. Roman tries to ignore them and simply talk to Patton, wanting to ask him about what was going on, but his mouth won’t cooperate. Instead, his hands start piling food on his plate as Patton does the same.

“I was told you received word from the King this morning,” Roman eventually says after taking a few bites of his vast breakfast plate.

“Indeed,” Patton answers, setting aside his fork and taking a drink from his glass. “It contained few lines, however. His Majesty is still unable to return for some time and once he does, he will address the situation, he says.” Irritation wells in Roman’s chest and he takes a rather forceful bite of the apple he has grabbed from a nearby fruit bowl.

“So nothing we weren’t already aware of.”

“Yes, the situation has not changed, I’m afraid.”

Roman hums instead of continuing their conversation and they both go back to eating in silence. The atmosphere makes the hairs on Roman’s neck stand up, it’s incredibly uncomfortable. If only he could talk with Patton like normal! Well, if this is even the Patton he knows to begin with.

His eyes move towards the remaining servants in the room and an idea sparks in the back of his head. Whenever he had been left alone in the room so far, he had gotten back full control of his body, so, perhaps if he was left alone with Patton, they both might be free of whatever power takes control of him? It is worth trying, Roman supposes and raises his hand, catching the attention of both his servants.

“Yes, Your Royal Highness?” one of them asks.

“Leave us alone. We will call if we require anything else.”

“Yes, Your Royal Highness. We will wait outside for your command.” They both bow and leave the room. As the door clicks shut behind them, Roman once again feels a weight lift off his shoulders.

“Roman,” the soft whine in Patton’s voice makes Roman quickly turn around and he’s met with the watery eyes of the father figment. “Is that really you?”

“Yes, padre, it’s me,” Roman confirms, relieved. With a sob, Patton jumps up and rounds the table to pull the other in for a hug.

“I was so scared! I woke up all alone and I didn’t know where I was! I thought maybe I was dreaming but pinching myself didn’t help and then people came and I couldn’t control myself anymore! They gave me so many papers to work through and I didn’t understand anything about them, but I couldn’t stop going through them and giving orders and being unkind about it and… and…” He tries to continue but is overwhelmed by sobs. Roman pats his back, listening and whispering reassurances in his ear, suddenly feeling a bit guilty for having let himself be pampered while Patton seems to have struggled so much. Eventually, Patton manages to calm down somewhat, but he keeps a tight grip on Roman’s shirt. “I am so glad I found you! I didn’t know what to do on my own!”

“I’m glad I found you, too,” Roman agrees, pulling out a handkerchief to gently wipe away Patton’s tears. He makes sure to keep his voice calm and steady since Patton is still shaking a bit. “I’m also not sure what’s going on though. Whenever the NPCs are around, I can’t fully control my actions either.”

“NPCs?” Patton asks, tilting his head like a confused puppy, making Roman smile at the comforting familiarity.

“It’s what I call the people that populate my half of the Imagination. They’re characters I dream up and they have some autonomy but in the end they’re just figments of my creative whimsy as everything else I conjure up in there.”

“I see… Does that mean we’re in the Imagination then?”

“I… don’t know. It kinda feels like it but also not really, now that you mention it.” Roman closes his eyes, trying to focus on his connection to the Imagination, to Thomas’ creative core, and he does connect with something, but it shakes him off and moves away from him. He tries to chase it and hits a barrier instead.

When he opens his eyes, Patton is watching him with a worried look.

“I can’t say for sure, but I did connect with something, if only for a moment. It’s blocking me off now though. I don’t think I can get through to it alone.”

“Can I help?”

Roman shakes his head. “No. It’s pretty strong, so the only one who could possibly help is Remus. As much as I hate to acknowledge it, he is also Creativity.”

“You think he’s here too?” Patton asks. Again, his voice is laced with worry. “And what about the others? And Thomas? What if they’re trapped doing things they don’t want to like I was? All alone and not knowing what to do?” He starts hyperventilating and Roman quickly grabs his shoulders to stabilize him.

“Woah, hey, padre, breathe! We don’t know anything yet, so don’t assume the worst, okay?”

“Yeah, right, sorry.” Patton tries to follow along with Roman’s exaggerated breathing to calm down. Roman supposes the entire situation is stressing him out a lot, leading to him spiraling more easily. Thankfully, through Virgil’s inclusion in their group, Roman had gotten way better at handling others while they’re panicking, not that Patton had gotten that far yet.

“For now, let’s try and compare what we know so far, okay?”

“Okay.”

“We both woke up here, in this castle, on our own. Then servants came and we lost control of ourselves while interacting with them. And when we’re alone, we can move freely again.”

“It seems like it. Well, I have a little bit of control, like I can scratch my nose whenever I want but I can’t say certain things when I want to. Like please and thank you.”

“Yeah. I don’t necessarily like the tone I’m using with the staff either.”

“That’s not as bad for me,” Patton hums, fiddling with his hands. “But I still feel like I’m quite rude when I talk with them.”

“It seems like we have to play certain characters and if we’re trying to break character around others, we’re stopped,” Roman muses. “I just can’t understand why this is happening. Or how.”

“If…” Patton breaks off and swallows heavily before continuing. “If you need Remus’ help to break through this, do you think he might be the one behind it?”

“I certainly wouldn’t put it past him to do something like this, take away our autonomy and force us to play roles we don’t like.” He pauses.

“But?”

“But it doesn’t feel like this is his doing. I know what his side of the Imagination feels like and it’s not like this. It’s kinda similar though. Just a little off, somehow… If he is the one behind it, I don’t think he’s doing it alone.”

Patton looks at the ground, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. Roman can almost see his thoughts running wild in his head and squeezes his shoulder.

“I could be totally wrong, Pattycake. As much as I’d love to just blame Remus, it’s just speculation.”

“Yes, I know, but…”

Before he could continue, a knock interrupts them.

“Your Royal Highness? Royal Advisor? Sir Virgil wishes to speak with you.”

Roman and Patton look at each other with wide eyes. Virgil is here? And being addressed as Sir? Patton nods at him and Roman clears his throat to answer.

“Let him in.”

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