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warcats-cat · 1 year

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Pumpkin Seeds and Cherry Syrup

A/N: If people can have Christmas in July, then I can have Halloween in March! I had wanted to post this for Halloween but the time got away from me, and then it just felt too short. But I fleshed the idea out a little so, please enjoy some spoopy family fluff featuring a Human, a Gargoyle, and four puffballs of unknown species.

Once again a gift for my beloved @muppenthings, who's adorable AU's and OC's inspire me and comfort me more than words can say. I love these little nuggets so much <3

Also, as always, please let me know if I need to add any tags! Enjoy!!

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"Virgil…" Roman's voice was hesitant, nervous, "What is this?"

The gargoyle in question had the grace to at least look a little sheepish, as he tried unsuccessfully to hide the large knife he was holding behind his back. Instead of answering, the gargoyle's smile grew more nervous as he said, "You're home early."

Roman continued on to look around in stunned confusion, taking in the house around him. There were spider webs in every possible corner and crevice; plastic bats, both cartoon and realistic, hung haphazardly from the ceiling. The kitchen table was (thankfully) covered in plastic tarp, and on the counter was a line of incredibly detailed jack-o'-lanterns, each dedicated to a different classic horror film. The gargoyle's fangs dripped with cherry syrup blood.

"My brother brought some weed to the party and was trying to start something I didn't want to be around for…" Roman replied, looking around the suddenly spookified house. He dropped the backpack he'd been holding with a soft thud.

Chirping sounded from the kitchen table, and Roman moved a bit to see, sure enough, all four of the little muppets on the table. Seemingly painstakingly separating pumpkin seeds from pumpkin pulp.

All of them in little costumes.

Roman felt a little smile breaking out across his face. "You know, if you wanted to decorate, you could have just asked." Removing his shoes, he finally moved away from the front door to inspect the decorations. There were cartoonish pictures that changed depending on the angle you looked at. The windows were splattered with more cherry syrup. The living room looked like the Pumpkin King himself had thrown up on it.

The Muppets cheerfully greeted the artist, Heart sitting back in his hind legs and wheeking until Roman gave him a little scratch under his chin. The little blue puffball was dressed like a tiny pumpkin himself, right down to a little hat with the pumpkin stem.

Stormy was also fittingly dressed, with miniscule horns and devil wings. He squeaked at Roman with a surprising smile on his face, and then from behind one of the pumpkins pulled a piece of candy corn, cut in half. Roman really hoped Virgil hadn't given the muppet a lot of those…

Sherlock's costume was probably the most fitting: teeny goggles and a white lab coat. He seemed to be leading the group effort of cleaning the pumpkin seeds, but paused obligingly for an ear scratch with a low whistle.

Goldie's costume was by far the most confusing; they also had a little lab coat, but it had been cut down the middle, with a black suit/cape thing sewn to be the other half. They also had a little bowler hat balanced between their feathery antennae, and they peeped with their typical regal air in lieu of letting Roman pet them.

Roman gestured vaguely to the table, looking once more to his gargoyle roommate for help.

Virgil lit up a little more as he pointed to each Muppet in turn, "Obviously, our little phone thief had to be a mad scientist. And happy little buddy was kinda too cute to not dress him up like a pumpkin." He paused, reaching for Stormy, who hissed and snapped a few times before grumpily allowing Virgil to lift him. Virgil looked far too pleased with himself as he said, "devil baby."

Stormy squawked and began to wiggle once more until Virgil released him. With a final attempt at a menacing hiss (which sounded surprisingly similar to an upset kitten), Stormy waddled back to his pumpkin seed cleaning.

"Okay…" Roman watched the angry Muppet chitter to his friends, before a smile broke out on the artist's face. "You know, one of these days Stormy's going to leave something nasty on your head for when you wake up, and you're totally going to deserve it."

Virgil shrugged, still smiling himself. "Eh. He deserves it too." He shrugged, and finally gave Goldie, who had been waiting for their red carpet announcement with surprising patience, a little pat.

"Ok, but explain them to me." Roman asked, looking over the long-furred floof. They were purring under the attention, posing like a glamorous little fashionista in the gargoyle's hands.

"Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde." Virgil replied, looking sheepish. "I was having trouble with a good character for them, but they liked the cape and the little hat." He released Goldie back to the table with the others, who had apparently decided on a break and begun munching on some of the seeds.

"Speaking of," Roman started, taking another look at the extravagant decorations. "Where did you get all of this?"

"That craft store down the street." The gargoyle said simply. Roman let the silence hang for a moment, before prompting again.

"And where did you get the money for all of this?" He eyed Virgil playfully, but also a bit nervous. His budget was tight enough as it is. But Virgil simply shrugged again.

"Well, the store was open but nobody was there! I only grabbed a few things. Nobody followed me or anything." He looked almost proud of himself; almost smug. He knew fully well what he had been doing.

The stone trickster probably waved at the anti theft cameras on the way out, too.

Roman sighed, shaking his head, but he couldn't help the wide grin on his face. "I cannot believe you, but also, I'm not even a little bit surprised," he said. He finished putting his things away while the gargoyle carefully finished cleaning out another pumpkin, dumping the mess into (Roman assumed) the designated area for fresh pumpkin seeds.

Roman took his time walking through the kitchen, inspecting the different jack-o'-lanterns lined up there. It, The Thing, The Shining, The Exorcist, and Saw so far. There was a little bowl of water with various wood carving utensils soaking off vegetable matter in the corner.

"Where did you learn this? These are so cool…" Roman said softly as he took in the fine details.

"Black magic," the gargoyle responded simply with a mischievous smirk; Roman rolled his eyes, but said nothing more as Virgil grabbed a few tools from the bowl and lined up the freshly hollowed pumpkin.

The artist watched in rapt attention as the logo from the original Halloween movie began to take shape, wondering if this was what the gargoyle (or perhaps the muppets) felt when they watched him paint.

After a while, he spoke up again, "So… they know they can't keep all those seeds, right? They'll never finish them all before the seeds go bad…" Virgil only shrugged, taking a long time to carefully carve thin slivers for the light to shine through, as if he was creating shading on a pumpkin.

"You and me are gonna eat some of them too." The gargoyle finally replied.

At that, Roman moved into Virgil's view, raising an eyebrow in lieu of asking out loud. The gargoyle shrugged again.

"I heard you and Re talking about Halloween a week ago, okay? You sounded like you missed being a kid a little bit. So I've got the Bugs cleaning the seeds off, and we'll bake most of 'em for them, but you're gonna show me how to roast a couple cupfulls like you said your mom used to, and we're gonna watch scary movies."

Roman felt his face warm up a little, and he looked away for a moment.

"That's, uh, really nice of you, Virge." He said softly.

The gargoyle grinned again, all sharp teeth and excited eyes. "Don't know what you're talking about; this is an entirely selfish endeavor." Virgil said, but Roman only shook his head. His trickster roommate had really gone all out for this after all.

Roman left the gargoyle to his work, wanting to watch the muppets a while. It looked like Sherlock was leading the efforts, but all four of them were working equally. Sherlock and Goldie were passing the seeds along, inspecting each one as they went. Every once in a while, one would make a high whistle, pull the seed from the pile, and nimbly toss the wet mush over the side of the table, into a bucket that had been placed on the floor.

After the seeds passed inspection, Heart and Stormy would pull them along and carefully clear the gooey pulp away with their tiny paws, scooting the brightly colored mush along a little trail which also went over the edge of the table and into the bucket. It was impressively efficient, and the way the four worked so harmoniously only more strongly reminded Roman of a little family. They chirped and whistled at each other, probably talking as they worked.

"You guys are so talented," Roman said, without thinking. All four stopped for a moment and looked up at him at the interruption, but they didn't look upset. Smiling, and blushing a little, Roman continued in earnest, "Really, it's super cool to watch you work together like this."

Heart lit up immediately, tapping his tiny front feet on the plaster tarp and wheeking again, as if he was a puppy who had done a particularly good job at something. Stormy hid his face under one paw and his little cape, but whistled a few notes as well. Goldie, regal as ever, simply posed and peeped at him with their little nose in the air like a debutante.

Sherlock's was the most adorable reaction, the little blue ball of fluff preened at his words, and Roman could see his feet tapping excitedly as he went back to work; not as big and vibrant as Heart, but clearly glowing with the praise.

Roman made a mental note to tell him he was a good boy more often, because despite being a little thief, Sherlock was very intelligent, and it was obvious the praise was a welcome surprise.

Roman felt a tap on his left shoulder, and immediately fell for the gag, looking left and seeing nothing before finding the gargoyle on his right, grinning like a spoiled cat.

"I took the pumpkins outside. Ready for some movies?" He asked, faux innocent.

"Yeah, whatever," Roman said, lightly punching the Gargoyle's arm and laughing.

The muppets finished cleaning the seeds with surprising speed, and the human and gargoyle spread most of them out on a baking pan to be dried, while about ⅕ of them were tossed into a pan to be roasted with butter and a little salt, and perhaps a few spices that Roman added last minute, to pay homage to his mother's not-so-secret recipes.

They ended up watching more kids-oriented Halloween movies, mostly for the Muppets' benefits, but it was still fun. A long night of Hocus Pocus and Scooby Doo and The Nightmare Before Christmas, among others, which left all four fuzzballs enraptured. Virgil had clearly found a spooky little kindred spirit in Stormy, and the two tricksters (Roman likes to call them Mortal Frenemies) only threw seeds at each other for about thirty minutes. (The muppets, of course, were eating seeds without butter, although Stormy and Sherlock teamed up in the middle of Coco, trying to steal the more savory treat.)

In Roman's mind, it was way better than a party. It was Halloween with his family again; memories of being ten, and falling asleep on the couch with the muppets nestled close together in a warm, purring pile on his stomach.

#warcats writes #muppen floof au #the floofs #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides #sanders sides au #familial DLAMP #nonbinary Janus Sanders #Patton sanders #Logan sanders #Roman sanders #Virgil sanders #there are two virgils #Halloween Fluff #fluff without plot

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idontknowreallywhy · 1 month

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Helloooo!

For the OC ask, and for all four of your wonderful OCs!

🌩️ What's your OC's favourite Thunderbird/IR vehicle?

Ooh hello! Thanks for the ask! Let me see now…

Ash

Ash was Scott’s airforce wingman. They worked together as test pilots then were both posted to Bereznik. He can’t fly fighter jets himself anymore, as he lost his arm in the same incident that saw Scott shot down and captured. He stayed in the airforce though, rose up through the ranks and now is pretty senior. His particular interest is in the development of new tech, particularly things that would keep his pilots safer / allow them to do their jobs more efficiently. He’d love all the Thunderbirds but if he ever got to visit the hangar, his eye would be drawn to Shadow… yes… he’d very much like to order 40 of those please!

Val

Scott’s slightly older childhood friend, terrible influence, teenage crush and squadron buddy in Bereznik. She didn’t make it out of the mission Scott got shot down in, so sadly she never sees the Thunderbirds, but she would have loved One for all the reasons he does - fast is better. Fast is ALWAYS better!

Estera

Will absolutely refuse to say which her favourite Thunderbird is because it winds Scott up something chronic: “You MUST think one of them is slightly cooler? Tell me… I won’t tell the others. It’s One isn’t it? If you don’t say, I’m assuming it’s One.” Years of mediating passionate arguments between 8 year olds have given her an excellent sense of when to remain firmly on the fence. In reality, at the point we’re up to in the story she is… not a fan… of flying because last time she did it she was sealed inside a makeshift coffin and the sounds and smells of aircraft are tied up with that experience. Scott intends to work on it. Eventually she’s always going to have a soft spot for Tracy Two for that reason. But her favourite of all? Mole pod. Because that’s how Virgil eventually got her, Scott and the school kids out of the cave.

Bez

@sofasurf and I’s favourite floof has some very firm views as can be seen in this snippet. I now have so much lore surrounding Thunderbird Chew and the other softies in the set but that can wait for another day :)

Thank you for asking! I had a lot of fun thinking about it!

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds oc ask game

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insomniac-jay · 7 months

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Big Brother: DC OC Edition

Highlights

Daliah finds Lilith creepy and snitches on her to the rest of the house

Daisy, Sophia, and Daliah are the final nominees

Daliah has been banished😔 Terrible day for Daliah enjoyers (and Kon)

Greynasha and Vicia are the final nominees for the 2nd banishment

Greynasha has been banished (somewhere Virgil is about to get rid of someone's power grid)

Will and Lilith are starting to get along which

Vicia and Sophia are nominated for banishment #3

Sophia is banished (Lock your doors and windows, producers. Roy is coming for yall)

Elyon invented a new game

Will, Vicia (damn girl how many times you gonna be nominated), and Daisy are nominated for the fourth banishment

Will is banished (unfortunate news for @floof-ghostie)

Lilith and Daisy the besties are up for 5th elimination round

Lilith has been banished (I'm so sorry Eddie. Her scene queen swag was too much for them)

Daisy (girl why is this like the third time you've been on the chopping block), Vicia ("I have no enemies" ass), and Solana are nominated for elimination #6

Daisy and Vicia survive again. Alexa play Survivor by Destiny's Child

Unfortunately Solana is banished😔

Vicia has a breakdown from the pressure of the game

Daisy and Vicia are once again on the chopping block but are now joined by Elyon

VICIA HAS BEEN BANISHED

The ones who remain are Jahzara, Daisy, and Elyon

Daisy is in 3rd place

Elyon in 2nd

And Jahzara in 1st place as she should be

@honeysgalaxy @jasontoddssuper @calciumcryptid

#jay's dc ocs

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wouldyoustayvn · 1 year

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He PURRS? Yep, Cmere pretty boy! *Pats the floof and rubs the ears .* Mine now.

Virgil blushes as his smiles widen, he leans in to your touch as he began to purrs

#virgil evans #would you stay game #wouldyoustay?#yandere virgil #would you stay?#wysvn #virgil #would you stay visual novel #ask yan virgil

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uh-e-rinnie · 2 years

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love how you draw all the sides hair differently

i have a simple way of remembering how i do all their hair really

Virgil - Flat Floof

Patton - Just Floof

Janus - Basic ass hair cause he wears a hat all the time anyways

Roman - Swoopy with a strand of silver

Remus - Swoopy but the other way and with a lot of silver

Logan - Slick back stressed out

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brezchez · 3 years

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May I have this dance? 🎶

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TW: None

Word Count: 461

Pairing(s): Romantic Prinxiety

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Virgil wasn’t feeling the absolute best today. Although he secretly loved the festive holiday season and all the joy it brought, something about this specific day in the countdown to Christmas weighed him down. Lounging on the couch sulkily and scrolling through tumblr on his phone in an attempt to take his mind off his growing bad mood, Virgil sighed and rested his head in his hands struggling to concentrate on anything.

As he walked through the door into the living room, Roman took notice of the mood his boyfriend was in and decided to do something about it. So, he took out his phone and started playing some waltz music. Virgil furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at the sudden sound of music and turned around, only to find his boyfriend strutting over dramatically, like the typical fairytale prince he was. Roman held out his hand and bowed before his prince.

“My prince,” he said, “may I please have this dance?”

“Why sir, of course,” Virgil replied in a regal, royal, kingly voice, playing along. As he took his hand, his mood immediately lifted and all negative feelings he once had were wiped away by the contact he made with Roman’s warm, soft, comforting skin.

Not letting go of Virgil’s hand, Roman gingerly placed his other, free hand on his waist and gently pulled him a little closer. As the distance between them reduced, Virgil let out a small surprised gasp and blushed at the few inches that separated their faces.

They started dancing slowly to the music, swaying from side to side and Virgil hesitantly laid his head on Roman’s chest, feeling comfortable and safe in his strong arms.

Roman occasionally twirled Virgil a couple times throughout the song, but near the end when he spun him, he then dipped him and smiled at him mischievously. Virgil couldn’t help but smile a little, since he was caught a bit off-guard by Roman’s spontaneous move and though his mouth opened to say something, no sound escaped. Seeing his lips slightly parted, Roman leant down and quickly captured them in a sweet kiss, unable to contain himself.

When they parted, Virgil smirked and looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Mm. Smooth,” he said coolly, playfully criticising his kiss. Roman pulled him back to stand up and started slow dancing with him again, his hands now on his waist and Virgil’s hands around Roman’s neck and his head on his chest.

“Thank you,” Virgil said, looking up with eyes full of adoration at his boyfriend.

“For what?” Roman asked, trying to sound as oblivious and innocent as possible but ultimately failing.

“For making my day that much better,” Virgil smiled into his neck as he pulled him for one more sweet kiss.

#sanders sides #fluff #floofy like floof #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #fanfic #ficlet #one shot

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muppenthings · 2 years

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Aight then lemme just *give a floof sized cup of sugar water to floof Virgil, some jam to floof Logan and whatever treats they want to floof Janus and floof Patton cus I don’t know what they prefer* the floofs deserve treats!

#Ask #kittylikesflowers #Muppen doodles #floof au #Virgil be pouty because he can't dunk his face in it. xD #Jan and Patton are having some crickets :3 #cw food #cw insect #barely. xD

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warcats-cat · 2 years

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Midnight Sad (Part 2)

A/N: Well... this was *supposed* to be a one-shot... but then I wanted more... and we all know by now that I love Patton...

It’s almost one am...

@muppenthings uh... surprise? lol

Part One Ao3

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Too much water

Too much water…

Their den was supposed to be safe, the tunnels carefully reinforced over time with dried twigs and stone, the floors covered with soft dried grasses. It had always been safe.

They didn’t know why this was different. They couldn’t stop the water rising higher and higher, flooding through their sleeping rooms and storages, collapsing tunnels.

Patton was scared.

They had to leave; they had to leave now. There was too much water all around and they had to get back above ground. Logan and Virgil had scurried ahead, clearing the debris as best they could while Patton helped Janus drag themself through the mud. Their long fluff was soaked, they shivered, and Patton could do little more than help to carry the long train of their coat. Both of their paws dragged, sucking in with each squelching step.

Janus' ear twitched backwards, and Patton heard, too, as another ceiling or barrier somewhere broke free. With the greatest heave he could muster, Patton shoved Janus forward, both forepaws on their rear, out of the way of a falling rock. It hit Patton’s shoulder instead of Janus' head, but only barely. Janus cried in alarm, quickly matched by Logan and Virgil further ahead, and Patton trilled an ok. He would be ok. They had to keep going.

Patton squeezed his way past the rock, when all of a sudden the roof was torn free, exposing their little hive to the pounding rain and open sky. A stone hand, formed with long, slender fingers and sharp talons hung above them.

Stone-Virgil.

The gargoyle towered over them, and for a moment, Patton was all the more terrified. But the hand that was filled with sticky mud quickly discarded it, and he leaned down to put both hands out for the hive to climb on.

Safety.

They would deal with the damage later; for now, there was an abundance of trilling and purring in thanks as all four scurried into the stone fingers. The feeling of being lifted so high, and so quickly, was jarring; Patton pressed his own shivering body against Virgil for the security of feeling another body with him. They were carefully cradled against Stone-Virgil’s chest, one hand supporting them and the other making a cage so they wouldn’t fall.

They were all soaking wet, and covered in sticky mud, and so cold; Patton started crying, feeling his body shudder with the little hiccupping sobs. Whether it was from the fear or the relief, he didn't know.

Logan huddled a little closer and pressed his cheek into Patton’s, purring low and nuzzling into the fluff there. Logan wasn’t much for cuddles, but he was never shy about comforting Patton or Virgil when they were scared or upset. Patton tried to purr in turn, but Logan only shushed him, and allowed him to keep crying.

All too soon, they had passed into Roman’s den, the large structure blessedly warm and free of falling rain. The gardener had set out thick fabrics all over the den floor, and a few more on top of the high ledge he called a counter in his storage room, the kitchen. Stone-Virgil carefully released the hive onto the fabrics on the counter, and Patton was all the more relieved to feel that they were soft and dry under his paws.

“Are they okay?” Roman hovered over them, setting a dish of water and several funny-looking brushes next to them.

“They’re scared. I had to dig up one of the entrance tunnels just to find them.” Stone-Virgil was walking away, deeper into the den.

“Can you grab my bottle of shampoo? I think Goldie is gonna to need it.” Roman called over his shoulder, before turning to his hive-mates. “How are you guys? Anything hurt?” he asked softly, holding out a hand to them as if ready to inspect. Logan, thankfully, was able to focus at the moment, and shook his head no for the human.

“Good.” he said, letting out a breath. His shoulders relaxed, and he picked up one of the strange brushes and gestured to the bowl. “This one is just plain water, but I warmed it up a little. And these,” He held the brush closer for them to inspect, “are called toothbrushes. They’re like Goldie’s brushes outside, but smaller. I’m hoping they’ll get the mud off.”

“Thanks.” Janus chirped softly. They were quick to climb into the dish, beginning to brush their paws across their flank to dislodge the sticky mess.

“Thank you,” Logan whistled louder, for their Roman to hear him.

Finally, Stone-Virgil returned to the kitchen, carrying a bottle and another dish. Patton found himself relaxing at the sight of the gargoyle, not even having realized he was so upset that Stone-Virgil had left the room.

“Here, buddy,” Roman poured thick liquid like sap into the other dish, and swirled it around a few times to produce bubbles, and then carefully lifted Janus once more. “Don’t lick this, it’s not good. But it should help your fur.” He said softly, and for perhaps the first time in their life, Janus remained still and allowed Roman to do as he pleased. Perhaps they were simply too exhausted.

Patton joined Virgil and Logan in the warm water, curious about the strangely pleasant, but chemical, smell of whatever Roman had added to the other. He didn’t even bother to start grooming himself, just sat down in the warmth and watched everyone in the room. Safe. They were safe.

Stone-Virgil joined Roman with another toothbrush, dipping it in the funny liquid and picking up Virgil, who barely grunted in response. Looking at Janus, the feeling must have been pleasant; his hive-mate was lax in Roman’s hand as the brush passed over and over their back, occasionally returning to the dish to be rinsed of mud. Patton had no doubt that he and Logan would receive the same treatment soon; their giant hive-mates were so caring like that. No one was ever left out.

Patton started to cry again, and Logan paused his scratching at his flank to come to his side. The darker hive-mate sat parallel next to Patton, pressed tight into his side, and Logan turned his face to nuzzle into Patton’s cheek once more.

“It’s ok,” he chirped softly, “we’re all ok. Even Roman and Stone-Virgil are ok. We will all take care of each other.” His low voice rumbled through Patton’s body along with his purrs, and Patton felt himself begin to purr in response, soothing vibrations matching in harmony.

Roman and Stone-Virgil, meanwhile, were chattering about human things overhead as they tended to Virgil and Janus, and after a bit more self-soothing, Patton turned his ears to them to listen.

“-glad you saw the notice about the drainage pipes,” Roman was saying, talking softly as if not to disturb Janus’ peace. “I didn’t even know one ran under the house.”

“I’m glad I could hear them squeaking.” Stone-Virgil responded, after a long pause. Roman huffed, but the sound was mirthful, not melancholy.

“I promise to never make fun of your bat hearing, ever again.” Roman said, smiling, and setting a very limp Janus down on a clean fabric, carefully and loosely wrapping a corner over their hive-mate. Janus cracked open one eye, looking over at Logan and Patton, cuddled up and still muddy. Janus heard their purring, and sure enough, their own rumble picked up.

Safe. Everyone is safe.

Roman picked up Patton next, and Stone-Virgil wrapped Virgil in the same manner as Janus before taking Logan. Patton was just a bit nervous about the toothbrush; if it really was like Janus’ brushes outside, it would be very hard, and scratch through Patton’s much shorter fur very quickly. Patton had only ever tried to use Janus’ brushes once.

However, when the sensation came, it was very gentle. It felt like dozens of little claws parting through the fur on his head, scrubbing the funny-smelling liquid and little bubbles between Patton’s ears. Meanwhile, Roman’s thumb gently rubbed across Patton’s stomach, loosening the mud further and making him relax without realizing.

From the looks of it, Logan was receiving a similar treatment; the usually stiff hive-mate drooping out of Stone-Virgil’s hand with his eyes shut, looking almost like a drooping rose as it turned into a seed.

The giants continued to chatter, but it was significantly harder to focus now. Besides, just hearing their voices was enough. Patton was surrounded by his hive-mates, safe and warm and cared for.

Some time later (when had he fallen asleep?) all four of the smaller hive-mates were huddled together, smelling strangely sweet, with fur softer than it ever had been. Roman set them all in the mini-den he’d built for them, somewhere safe to sleep on colder winter nights or when the days became too hot. Patton peeped at Roman, nuzzling the human’s hand as he was set down, and the four headed off into their sleeping room for the night.

They were all cuddled tight, in the dark, and warm and dry and safe.

But now, Patton couldn’t sleep.

They were safe, unlikely to get sick thanks to Roman and Stone-Virgil, with the human’s sturdy den surrounding their little home away from home.

Patton sat for a long time, maybe hours, watching his hive-mates sleep. Comforting himself with the little chirps and coos of their dreams, the gentle rise and fall of their backs as they breathed. Logan snorted, which was adorable and Patton would be certain to tease him about it in the morning.

But still, Patton was restless. Their home was gone; the tunnels would take weeks, if not longer, to drain and dry out. All of their treasures and storage were probably lost or destroyed by the rushing water. He didn’t even want to think about what could have happened if Stone-Virgil hadn’t heard them.

The hive had slept in this little den a few times, and it wasn’t the first time one of them couldn’t sleep. Poor Virgil still had nightmares, though thankfully rare now, about the very large and upsetting dog that had jumped Roman’s fence last summer. Logan would sometimes get up in the night to wander, his mind buzzing at being surrounded by so many human things to explore.

Patton wondered if he’d be lucky; if Roman had set out a snack for them, as he occasionally did.

He brushed carefully against his sleeping hive-mates, before creeping out. He climbed the little ladder they’d been given in the mini den, and slowly made his way through the living room and towards the kitchen.

Looking around at Roman’s treasures, he was once again struck by what they had lost. What they had come so close to losing. Patton was so tired, and he couldn’t help it, he started to cry again. He was thankful to be in Roman’s den, where it was warm and safe, but there was so much gone. They were already such a little hive. He refused to think of what would happen if he lost one of the others.

Patton shook his head, crawling up the smooth wood of the shorter ledge, called coffee-table, towards the light from the kitchen. The rain continued on, now adding low rumbles of thunder and flashes of light that cut through the dark and quiet of the den. Patton hoped the extra light would illuminate something to get the past day off his mind.

He was surprised to find a giant shadow instead.

Whatever it was was huge, lit from behind with its eyes staring right through him. Stone-Virgil was asleep next to their mini-den; this was either Roman, or a very big monster. And Patton was alone.

“Roman?” He peeped softly. “Is that you?” He was fluffed up in full, though the softened fur was a little more fuzzy and wispy than usual. He pulled his ears back as well, hoping the shadow wouldn’t think of him as a snack. Another rumble of thunder rolled through the house, and Patton managed to see a little more of Roman’s face, as the human carefully set his hand in front of Patton.

“Hey, muppet. It’s just me. See?” Roman’s usually booming and vibrant voice was dampened, barely a rumble instead. Patton wondered if he was trying to enjoy the noise of the thunder.

Patton took his wiggling fingers as an invitation, and all but sprinted to the comfort of the human’s warm hand; brushing up against it, smelling Roman’s funny human smell and the flowers from the liquid he’d been drinking. He cried a little more; their big hive-mate had done so much for them, and continued to do so. He may have been much bigger, and may speak a different language, but he was still family.

As if reading his thoughts, Roman flipped his hand over, creating a little space that fit Patton perfectly; He could still look up and see his human, but he now felt a little more safe. It had been such a scary day. The human ran his thumb now over Patton’s head, gently stroking the space between his ears, and Patton stood up a little to add pressure to the feeling.

The human had funny ways of grooming them, but it sure felt good.

“What’s wrong, little buddy?” Roman asked, in that low, quiet voice. He paused for a moment as he pet Patton, before asking further, “Is it the storm?”

The question made Patton himself pause for a moment, tilting his head. Yes, the storm was bad, but that wasn’t the only reason Patton was upset. And it would be almost impossible to tell Roman everything anyway.

Patton shook his head, and Roman went back to petting him.

“Just sad, then? Can't sleep?” the human asked, after another period of silence.

“Yeah…” Patton squeaked; for some reason unable to say any more. That seemed to be enough of an answer for Roman anyway, as the human nodded and looked away in contemplation, still petting Patton. The human’s hand was secure, and safe, and Patton chose not to move in the meantime.

He quirked an ear when Roman continued suddenly, “Yeah. Me too.” His voice was still low and quiet, but now it had that melancholy tone. “Sometimes I guess, you’re just sad.” Patton pushed his head into Roman’s hand for a moment, churring, trying to comfort him as the human was comforting him. Patton had seen Roman sad before, but he still wondered every time; what could bring such a great, powerful and yet gentle creature to be so sad.

Patton’s own rumble must have helped, because suddenly Roman smiled, and moved his hand away. Patton pouted, but the human merely held the hand in the way he usually meant pause. “Sorry, one second. Let me get something.” he said, and turned towards the kitchen as Patton leaned against the warm cup that held Roman’s flowery tea.

Patton would have to go back to the sleeping den soon; he didn’t want to worry the others. Not after the day they’d had. But for some reason, he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to spend a little more time with his bigger hive-mate.

Just in time for the thought, Roman returned, with another shallow dish, this one only the size of his cup, and painted with strange, spotted fish. He took his cup, and poured some of the tea into the shallow one, and set it down in front of Patton.

He knew Roman wasn’t one to mix them up, even in the dark, so he was confused as to why the human was offering him the treat that was usually for Virgil.

Again, sensing his question, the human answered for him, “It’s chamomile and lavender. It’s supposed to help you sleep. But it’s also just nice.” Well, it would be rude not to give it a try; Virgil wasn’t really one to share his sweetwater on Saturdays, so Patton had only ever tasted it second hand while grooming Virgil’s face.

Patton sniffed the liquid, feeling a little bit of warmth coming up to greet him. It did smell nice, familiar and strange at the same time. Patton took a hesitant sip, and, finding it quite tasty indeed, sipped up a little more.

Roman began to chatter about human things; his former hive-mate taking care of him and Remus as hatchlings, sharing warm tea in the middle of the night. Midnight Sad was an excellent human term; that’s exactly how Patton had been feeling. He was sad and scared because of everything that had happened, but he was also sad because it was dark, and Patton was alone being awake, and somehow the world didn’t feel right.

Roman finally set his tea aside, and settled his chin on his arms, watching as Patton enjoyed a little more of his own. “We’re ok,” the human said, “We’ll be ok.”

“Yeah, we will.” Patton trilled in response; they would rebuild. Or maybe they would just sleep in Roman’s den from now on. He was family, after all.

The human was too big to cuddle effectively, but his face was right here, for once. So close.

Patton stood up a little on his hind legs to reach, before rubbing cheeks with Roman. They would be ok. He purred, and felt Roman tilt his head just slightly, as his cheeks rose into a smile. The human settled just a little lower, and Patton continued to purr, cuddling as close as he could to his hive-mate.

Patton didn’t really notice himself drifting off; only hearing Roman whisper to him, a soft, “Thanks,” which was really unnecessary. They were family. Comfort was in abundance.

They would be ok.

#warcats writes #muppen floof au #floof au #sanders sides au #ts Roman #ts Patton #ts Virgil #ts Janus #hurt/comfort #fluff #tw thunderstorms #tw drowning #not really #but just in case #tw flooding

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Deceit freckin’ Sanders

ya know what. It took me since Dee was first introduced up until about a month ago to realise I LOVE HIM. Like?? HOW??? Can??? You??? Not??? Like, yeah he’s a little rough around the edges, but so was Virgil. Maybe Dee is a bit more extreme but if you actually look at it, he’s doing what Virgil did. But, in honour of me finally realising Deceit Sanders is my lil’ slimy boi, here's me some Head Cannons I have come up with;

Deceit + Virgil Platonic: Virgil slowly realising that Deceit has fallen down the same path he did before he was accepted and slowly helping him integrate himself into the group by yelling discussing with the others why Deceit is valuable and need as part of their team Romantic: Virgil being the only one who gets what Deceit is going through and so he the snaky boi gets a mad schoolboy crush that Virgil notices but he doesn’t wanna do anything until Deceit is in a better mindset. Deceit kisses his cheek once and from them on, Virgil is high key gay and proud of his soft but slimy boyf

Roman + Deceit Platonic: Roman walking in on Deceit crying in the kitchen because he broke a mug on his foot and there’s blood everywhere and he sees Roman watching him and before Roman can even ask is he okay, Deciet is already apologising and saying he’ll clean it and is going to grab a towel and wincing as he takes a step and Roman realises just how fragile the boy is. And he just holds him and lets him cry it out. Romantic: Classic enimes to lovers trope. Roman hated Deceit until he saw him in a whole new light. Deciet is just tryna help Roman after Logon got mad case he missed a deadline by making him brownies. And they turn out really nice! And he walks to Roman’s room and leaves them their as a sercret but Roman catches him and soon realises that Dee is always helping them, him especially

Logon + Deciet Platonic: Logon being salty after the video where Deceit shuts him up and when he goes to shout it out, see the poor boy crying in his balck hole of a room. Notices the words on the walls of horrible messages. Confronts Virgil about it and Virgil explains that for the dark sides, every bad thing someone thinks of them, gets written on their walls so that they continue being dark. (Virigl was never a dark side, more of a mix between the two but he usually stayed with the dark side because they accepted him more than the others at first). Logon realises that he needs to talk to the others but first brings Deceit into his room away from those messages. Romantic: Logon falling in love first after Deceit explains that the only reason he lies is so Thomas can protect himself. he doesn’t want him to be alone, so whats wrong with lying to a friend about where he was? He doesn’t want Thomas to get hurt, so whats wrong with imbelishing the truth? After Logon explains the negative side of Deceits plan, the two work out a better way for Deceit to help Thomas without actually hurting them. And they both are hella gay and realise that they like each other and its just pure fluffly goo

Patton + Deciet Platonic: When Patton first sees Deceit all he can think is “Yay! New friend!” and goes out of his way to help Deceit. And after a few failed attempts, he find progress! He’s there when Deceit needs to talk and yeah he doesn’t agree with everything but, he does understand that Deceit is just a sappy boi at heart. And OH MY GOD, all the puns they share, and Deceit shows Patton how to make brownies (can you tell I really want brownies?) Romantic: Deceit falling headover heels whenever Patton’s nice but he’s Patton. He’s nice to everybody. ‘he only gave him that extra portian as a friend!! He only hugs him for longer than the others because they’re friends! He only... kisses his cheek as friends...!...?’ A very red Deceit eventually confesses and Patton laughs and kisses his cheek, saying how he wondered how long it’d take for him to come forward and admit it.

DLAMP Plantonic: The trio (Roman, Patton, Logon) finding a very scared Virgil and a very broken Deceit and treating them like they’re lost puppies. Clothing them, feading them, helping them when things get to bad. And just think onsies! And movie nights! And pillow and/or popcorn fights! The possibilities!

SO! MANY! POSSIBILITIES! I actually can’t narrow one down as my favourite but you can all pick your own or add on!

#sander sides #deceit sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #sympathetic deceit #floof #dlamp

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