#implied moxiety

[bastard-aziraphale]

anyway..... more "autistic aroflux janus with ballroom dancing as a special interest and a complicated (but strong) desire to teach patton and virgil how to dance properly" content <3 for me <3

also virgil is genderfluid in this AU and uses any pronouns :3 but she is babygirl to me......... <3

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[brother-lipsmackariah]

Parenting styles

#Virgil #Patton #Logan #Janus #Remus #Roman #Virgil and Patton #Logan and Roman #Janus and Remus #Sanders Sides #platonic Moxiety #platonic Logince #platonic demus #platonic Dukeceit #logicaliceit #lomoceit #(they're implied okay) #sanders sides fanart #it's one of the worst art pieces I've ever made but still #Virgil Sanders #Patton Sanders #Logan Sanders #Janus Sanders #Roman Sanders #Remus Sanders #patdad

[snowdice]

Best Laid Plans (Part 8/8: Breaking News) [Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships:  Virgil & Logan, Virgil & Patton, Virgil & Roman, Logan/Patton

Characters:

Main: Virgil, Roman

Appear: Logan, Patton

Mentioned: Remy, Emile, Janus, Remus

Summary:

Virgil (now) Sanders was once a villain vigilante kid down on his luck. After being injured helping the superhero Bluebird, he ended up being adopted by him and his husband. Logan and Patton Sanders helped Virgil in ways he didn’t even know he needed. Since then, he’s put away his persona of Shadow Caster, the strange, hard to label, super who haunted the city for a few years. Instead he’s opted for being a normal teenager and university student.

But while Logan and Patton often forgot in the midst of ice cream and movie nights and arguments about silly little things who he had been, he never had. And when worst comes to worst, Virgil will be willing to reach for a mask once again despite his fathers’ wishes and expectations.

Sometimes even the best laid plans fail.

Thanks to @bilgisticallykosher, @kiapet2, and ASmallForest (on discord) for being betas!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Virgil had not expected Prince to pull off his mask and reveal the face of Roman Sylvia underneath. Honestly, could this night get any weirder?

“But you’re the son of the mayor,” he blurted, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah, and?” Roman said. “Bluebird’s a math teacher of all things.”

“Yes, but, you’re the mayor’s kid. Why would you need to go out being a secret hero?”

“Well, why were you out being a secret vigilante at…” Roman paused to think for a few seconds. “Wait, we fought for the first time when you were 14?!” He looked horrified by this fact.

“Yeah…” Virgil said awkwardly.

“I beat up a baby?!”

Virgil scowled at him. “I was not a baby… you did not beat me up!”

“Did so!”

“Did not! I always got away, easy.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because I let you,” Roman sniffed. It was the same way he always said he let Virgil win games of Mario Kart.

“Bullshit!” Virgil returned, just like he always did in those moments too.

“I could have used my superstrength on you, but I didn’t want to hurt anyone, so I didn’t.”

“Yeah, so, that was you not being able to control your powers enough to catch me,” Virgil said, folding his arms, “not you purposefully letting me go!”

“Oh, whatever,” Roman replied flippantly. “Why were you even out and about fighting me? You couldn’t even drive. What were you doing robbing banks?”

“You think I don’t realize you were 17 when you started?” Virgil asked.

“Yeah,” Roman said, smugly. “Old enough to drive.”

“You’re the son of the mayor. I was poor. At least I had an excuse!” Virgil exclaimed.

“You’re burning the spam!” Roman exclaimed back.

“Fuck,” Virgil said, whipping back around to remove the frying pan from the stovetop. The slices looked a little crunchy, but that would be fine.

He’d also forgotten to start the water for the ramen, distracted by that whole conversation, so he grabbed a saucepan now and filled it up with enough water to make all of the Ramen at once. It was only after he’d finished with that that he turned back to Roman.

“So…” Virgil said.

“So.”

Virgil crossed his arms and leaned against the counter to study him. “I never pegged you for the superhero type.”

Roman frowned. “Is that an insult, or…?”

Virgil shrugged with a slight teasing smile on his face. “Take it however you want.”

Roman scowled, but then rolled his eyes. “So, what exactly happened then?” Roman asked. “Back then, I mean. How did you end up getting adopted by Bluebird?”

“Uh,” Virgil said. “When I got shot, Logan didn’t want to take me to a hospital since I’d just saved his life. He didn’t want to risk people unmasking me, so he took me home to Patton. Patton fixed me up and then pretty much emotionally adopted me as soon as I woke up because he’s, you know, Patton.” 

Roman nodded in understanding. 

“I let it slip that I was a foster kid and that my foster father wasn’t a particularly good one. From there they figured out my exact age and why I’d become a vigilante. They had Remy document injuries from my foster father and sent them to the police. Patton pulled some strings,” Virgil gestured towards Roman, since said strings had been his mother, “and the next thing I knew, I was living with them. The rest, you pretty much know. They were good to me; they adopted me, and here we are.”

“Huh,” Roman said. 

Virgil turned off the heat once the noodles had finished cooking and started dishing them out into two bowls. He then topped them with the slightly-too-crunchy spam and slid one over to Roman.

“So,” Roman said as he pulled the bowl to himself. “You got to train with Bluebird.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Of course, that’s what you focus on.”

Roman’s nose scrunched up. “And Bluebird is… Mr. Dr. Sanders? That’s wild. I’d never expect it. No wonder no one’s ever figured out his secret identity…”

Roman trailed off, remembering the events of today. There was an awkward silence in which they were clearly both thinking the same thing. No one had ever figured out his secret identity until today. He hadn’t been wearing a mask when they’d found him.

Roman stared into his bowl of noodles. “You know,” he said after a few moments, “it… it actually does kind of fit in a weird way. Your dad being Bluebird.”

“How so?” Virgil asked curiously. Logan Sanders had always been Bluebird to Virgil. He’d never had to put the two identities together; they’d always just been the same person.

“Well, when I look at Bluebird, I don’t really think of Logan Sanders the math and physics nerd, but if I think about what Logan Sanders would be if he ended up a superhero… yeah, that tracks.”

Virgil snorted. “How does that even make any sense, Princey?”

“I don’t know,” said Roman. “Just… yeah, no, your dad would 1000% just roll his eyes at villains monologuing at him and then throw them into a wall so he could get back home to grade a calculus exam. I can’t believe no one’s ever figured it out.”

“Well, a few people have to be fair,” Virgil said with a laugh.

“Dr. Patton?”

“Well, he got a pretty big hint from what I understand, but yeah, he put it together. So did Remy, actually.”

“Remy knows?” Roman asked.

“Pretty much since Patton has,” Virgil confirmed. “Logan told me when he started fostering me, not that he had a choice because he’d already shown me his house as Bluebird. He told Emile after that because, I, uh, needed therapy with someone he trusted. It’s… it was a pretty closely guarded secret.”

They descended into silence again after that, going back to eating their food. They eventually migrated to the couch once finished, waiting on Patton to be done with whatever he was doing to help Logan. Clearly growing bored after a bit, Roman leaned over and flipped on the television. They watched the end of some sitcom rerun before the channel switched over to the early morning news at 4am.

They listened to the main story that most people were going to wake up to today, and which was likely going to be blasted all over the news, all day.

“What the hell did he do?” Virgil breathed.

There had been a blackout across a good 1/8th of the city, centered exactly at the old factory they’d invaded earlier in the night. That wasn’t much of a surprise to Virgil and Roman since they’d both noticed the lack of lights when they’d left the building. What did surprise them was reports of people having memory loss. The police had even ended up finding the factory as it appeared to be the epicenter of whatever had happened. They weren’t sure what had happened yet as it was breaking news and the police hadn’t had time to investigate, but the news clearly thought it must have been some villain attack.

“Does your dad have mental powers?” Roman asked.

“I…” Virgil said. “He did allude to having something once or twice, but I never thought...” Had Logan… erased everyone’s memories? There were no fatalities reported yet. Everyone who’d been in the factory was still unconscious, but people who’d been outside of the factory but within a mile of it pretty much had no recollection of the past 12 hours. Who knew what had happened to the people in the factory. Virgil wondered if Logan even knew.

“Well,” Roman commented, “Bluebird just became even more terrifying.”

They continued to watch the newscast, and Roman ended up scrolling through twitter to see if there was any more news breaking that hadn’t gotten to the mainstream.

It was pretty much all the newscasters talked about besides the weather for the next hour. It was an evolving story. The police had found prisoners in cells in a different part of the facility than Roman and Virgil had been in. They were also unconscious and hadn’t been identified yet. So far, nothing could be recovered from the computers despite their generators not having let the computers be cut from power for too long. They’d seemingly been completely wiped somehow.

Just like everyone's minds.

The news went on a small break before promising to start up again at 5. That’s when Patton finally came out of the bedroom.

Roman and Virgil both looked back at him when they heard the door open. He paused and blinked at their maskless faces.

Virgil just shrugged. “He figured us out,” he explained.

“Hi, Dr. Patton,” Roman said.

“Hello, Roman. I didn’t realize you were a superhero.” Virgil would give him a couple of hours before he did the math on Prince’s first appearance and Roman’s age, but for now he seemed too tired and distracted to notice anything amiss. Or even to really react to Roman being Prince at all.

Patton turned to Virgil. “Lo’s fixed up now,” he said. “He’d like to see you. I’m just getting him some soup.”

Relief crashed over Virgil. He’d felt fairly confident that Logan would be okay once Patton had his hands on him, but still, it was a relief to know he was bandaged up with no unforeseen issues. 

“Yeah, I’ll go check in with him,” Virgil said.

“Why don’t you sit down for a second, Dr. Patton,” Roman suggested, hopping to his feet. “I’ll prepare the soup. You’ve been standing and worrying for a while.”

Patton flashed him a half smile that was a bit brittle around the edges. “If I sit down, I might crash.”

“Well, that’s okay too!” Roman said. “You deserve to rest a bit.”

Virgil highly doubted the type of crash Patton meant was the physical kind, and that was only emphasized by the tight-lipped smile he gave Roman in response. He did, however, sit on the couch. Virgil handed Patton the remote while getting to his feet.

“You might want to… change to a non-news station,” he suggested.

“Mmm,” Patton acknowledged.

Virgil then turned to the bedroom door. It was closed but cracked open, and Virgil pushed it the rest of the way open to slip inside before closing it completely behind him.

Logan was no longer in his ripped superhero suit. Patton had at some point helped him change into pajamas and had left him propped up on the bed for eating. He looked rather normal except for a bandage on his neck and a couple of bruises disappearing behind the mask on his face, but Virgil knew very well that he was a lot worse for wear underneath his clothes.

He glanced up when Virgil came in.

“Did Prince leave?” he asked, curiously.

Virgil was confused for a moment before he remembered that he was no longer wearing a mask. “Oh, uh, no,” Virgil said. “Prince turned out to be Roman and tonight was all he needed to figure all of us out, so there’s no point to the masks anymore.”

“Roman as in Rhea’s child, Roman?” Logan asked.

“That’d be the one,” Virgil said with a shrug.

He hummed in acknowledgment, contemplating the information for a long moment. Then, he patted the bed next to him.

Virgil was rounding the bed in an instant to climb up into the empty space next to him. He was careful while settling down near him, moving close but not quite touching him since he wasn’t sure where exactly all of his injuries were. He turned on his side to face him, cheek laying on the same pillow as Logan’s head.

“Hey there,” Logan said softly once Virgil had stopped moving.

“Hi, Dad.”

Logan didn’t move to turn onto his side for obvious reasons, but he did shift a bit so he could reach over and pet the back of Virgil’s head for a couple of seconds before just letting his arm flop down onto the bed, curled half around his son.

“Thank you, I suppose I should say,” Logan said after a few seconds. “Though I am not a fan of your methods of saving me.”

Virgil scowled slightly, not that Logan could see it with the way his face was staring at the ceiling. He hoped his dad senses allowed him to feel Virgil’s discontent with that statement anyway. “You don’t even know my methods.”

Logan glanced over at him briefly, an eyebrow raised. “I was informed there was something about a decoy shadow under a pile of blankets and observed you in costume in a secured facility.”

“And what of it?” Virgil asked.

“You were impatient,” Logan scolded. “You could have gotten yourself hurt.”

“Of course, I was impatient,” Virgil argued. “I wasn’t just going to sit around and do nothing.”

“You should have sat around and thought through a plan.”

“Sometimes plans are fucking stupid,” Virgil shot back. “Like yours. My plan worked.”

“And my plan likely would have worked as well, eventually,” Logan said.

“Well, we know mine worked, and quicker, so what’s the problem?”

Logan huffed. “Just because someone manages not to get hurt doing something reckless like jumping from a two-story building doesn’t mean jumping from a two-story building was a good idea.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well your plan was like jumping from a three-story building.”

“My plan was perfectly well thought out,” Logan insisted, a stubborn tilt to his eyebrows.

“Yeah?” Virgil asked. “And what exactly did you think I was going to do when you made your plan? Because it’s not a good plan when I was always going to do what I did.”

Logan sighed. “Good point,” he conceded, shutting his eyes. He apparently was willing to let the argument die there for the moment at least. He was clearly exhausted. Virgil was sure he’d hear more about it when the man was feeling better though.

There was a long pause in which Virgil pressed his face against Logan’s shoulder. He’d honestly thought that Logan had fallen asleep, with his eyes closed and his breathing leveling out. Yet after a few minutes, Logan spoke again.

“You have a hero’s soul, you know,” he said conversationally.

“What?” Virgil asked, not quite sure what he was talking about, but still saying, “No, I don’t.”

“You do,” Logan corrected easily. “It’s admirable, but I fear it’s also liable to drive you towards stupidity.”

“I do not, and it does not,” Virgil argued back.

“The last time you threw yourself into danger for me, it was in front of a bullet.”

Virgil was silent.

“I was very much hoping there wouldn’t be a repeat performance.”

They were silent again, because of course there had been a repeat performance. How could there not have been? When Logan was Bluebird and Logan was Logan. Virgil would have literally thrown himself in front of a bullet again if the circumstances had necessitated it.

Logan sighed, knowing what Virgil was saying with his silence.

“I’m fine,” said Virgil.

“I know.”

“You’re not.”

“I will recover.”

“Will you?”

Silence, and Virgil knew what Logan was saying in his.

There was a knock at the door then. “I come bearing soup,” Roman’s voice declared.

“Come in,” said Logan.

Roman shouldered the door open, a tray of soup in his arms. “Hey, Mr. Dr. Sanders,” he said with a small smile.

“Hello, Roman,” Logan replied. “I suppose I can take my mask off.”

“Here, I’ll do it,” offered Virgil, reaching up to carefully pull the black mask off of Logan’s face. He tried not to wince at the purpling bruises covering it.

Roman came fully into the room, and Patton followed closely behind. Roman settled the tray on Logan’s lap while Patton perched on the edge of the bed. Patton’s hand reached back to touch Virgil’s ankle briefly.

“Thank you,” Logan said as Roman sat down in one of the chairs in the room. It was awkward and quiet while Logan started eating his soup.

“So,” Roman eventually said, breaking the silence, “I never would have guessed Bluebird was a nerd.”

Logan scoffed immediately and rolled his eyes. He pointed his spoon threateningly at Roman. “Enough out of you.”

“No, seriously, great secret identity. You could walk into class still in the Bluebird suit and everyone would wonder why Professor Sanders was cosplaying Bluebird that day.”

“Honestly, I should have been able to guess with you,” Logan grumbled. Roman smiled slightly, and Virgil was glad Roman was here to lighten the mood and make Logan act a bit like normal.

“You know, I have so many questions for you!”

Logan arched an eyebrow, looking tired, but in a different way than he already was tired. “Like what?”

“If you think too hard about a math equation, do you accidently explode your chalkboard?”

Logan stared at him for a moment and then Roman yelped, shooting off of his seat. “Hey!”

Virgil snickered as Logan smirked into his soup.

“Yes,” Patton answered, with a soft smile.

Logan turned to him with a pout. “I haven’t done that since my dissertation.”

“And when you read the Dahlberg paper 3 years ago,” Patton reminded him.

They continued to argue about it then in that soft way that they always argued. That being, it wasn’t really an argument at all. If Virgil closed his eyes, he could pretend it was just a normal night at home with his parents and that Roman was visiting. That was enough for now.

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[warcats-cat]

A Whirlwind of Cuddles

It's cuddle night for Patton and Virgil, and the resident puffball has some mischief planned. Popcorn will be thrown! Soda will be spilled!! Snuggles will be had!!

What has Virgil gotten himself into?

(A/N)  Happy birthday to @purplecrayonismine!!! This one was a lot of fun to write, but I will warn all my reader friends that the whole fic is one massive spoiler for the musical 'Ride the Cyclone'. I *highly* recommend watching the musical before reading this fic; it is a super wild ride. You can find it on youtube or on Mega Drive ! Otherwise, please enjoy some lovely cuddles and a popcorn fight! Thanks for reading!!

If you prefer, you can read on Ao3 here!

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Virgil didn’t even have the time to ring the doorbell before Patton had yanked the door open, a massive shining smile on his face. He was practically bouncing. And from the open doorway, Virgil could smell freshly-popped popcorn.

Virgil flashed his own wide smile, and opened his arms, just barely in time to catch Patton as the bubbly man launched a hug attack. He had to step back from the force, but it was worth it. The hug was tight, Patton’s arms surprisingly strong despite his looks. Virgil felt fluffy hair tickle his cheek as Patton snuggled his face into Virgil’s throat.

“Somebody’s excited for cuddle night.” Virgil said idly, his smile continuing to light his own face as Patton rocked them just slightly.

“I missed you.” Came the response, muffled into Virgil’s shoulder. His hand came up to play with the brown fluff on the back of Patton’s head, scratching gently along the scalp.

“You saw me two weeks ago.” Virgil said with a bit of a chuckle in his voice. But Patton shook his head against his shoulder almost mournfully,

“Too long!!” he whined, but Virgil could feel him giggling too. He tapped the shorter man on the back twice, their signal to let go, and Patton gave him one last quick squeeze before obligingly stepping away. Patton then held the door open for Virgil as they moved into the house.

Virgil slipped his sneakers off and loosened his hoodie, taking in the living room. Patton had built a nest of pillows and blankets on the floor, having moved the coffee table into the corner. Snacks were arranged around the nest; fresh popcorn, pretzels, a couple of cookies, and some soda.

Virgil walked over and promptly flopped into the nest, finding comfort in the cushions. Back when the pair had first decided to make cuddle nights a recurring thing, Patton had gone out and gotten thick dog beds to act as a foundation of their nest; ‘then we don't have to be on the hard floor’  he’d said. Nevermind that he had two perfectly functional couches.

Cuddle nights were an opportunity for the pair to be a little closer; it wasn’t a date, they weren't a couple. But Patton had brought it up one night when their other friends had been busy, what if we just had pizza and watched a movie, which turned into snuggling later that night. Which then turned into hey, that was nice, what if we did that again, which had turned into whatever it was they had now. Cuddle Nights, for just the two of them.

Patton saw him flop and rushed to join him, grunting as he landed on the cushions stomach-first. He then starfished; both arms and legs spread out wide, as if he was swimming on the soft blankets. Virgil poked into his side gently, eliciting a sharp squeak, followed by a scandalized “Virgil!”

“C’mon Popstar! You’ve been building up this movie for weeks!” Virgil teased. Patton rolled over to face Virgil again, grabbing for the remote. “What are we watching, anyway?”

Patton clicked through tv menus, pulling up youtube and easily navigating to a video titled ‘Rollercoaster Safety PSA’, which Virgil tried very hard not to find concerning.

“I think you’ll like it.” Patton said vaguely. “It’s called Ride the Cyclone. It’s a musical.” Virgil laid an arm over the back of Patton’s shoulders, kicking up his feet like a 90’s teenage stereotype.

“Ooo-kay? Did Roman show you this?” the emo asked, looking over to Patton again.

“Mm… No… One of my friends online did. But I really think you’ll like it!” he beamed, pulling the popcorn closer to the pair and wiggling closer to Virgil so that their sides were pressed flush against each other.

The show started on the tv screen, playing slow carnival music in the dark while a haunting voice sang,

[I know this dream of life is never ending, it goes around and round and round again…]

Ok. Vibes were good so far.

And then a weird puppet came out, talking about predicting people’s deaths.

And it was all downhill from there.

Virgil was able to stay still for all of five minutes before he found himself wiggling, confused and excited and hysterical all at once. Patton looked to him, and when they made eye contact his smile turned from bubbly to mischievous.

“Any comments, Virgil?” Patton asked slyly, and with that permission he was off.

“What the hell is this?” Virgil asked in thrilled confusion, watching as the weird puppet explained the ‘rules’ of the ‘game’ to five dead kids, how only one would get to be brought back to life. Patton only snickered, bumping Virgil’s hip and reaching for another handful of popcorn.

He lit up seeing the ‘mystery contestant’ appear, and couldn't help himself. He pointed to the screen and shouted “Dude!!! It’s me!!” The newest kid walked like a clockwork doll, and was done up all in white, and wandered around scaring one of the other kids.

“I knew she’d be your favorite.” Patton said earnestly, and Virgil flicked a few popcorn kernels at his friend.

The show continued, getting weirder and weirder as it went on. The kids each had a monologue-thing that kind of described them and also raised a lot of concerns, particularly the one about the lions what the FU---

Finally, the ‘game’ began. Virgil kept looking over to Patton; there was no way he was enjoying all this weird-ass talk. And yet, the other man was red-faced and giggling, watching both the screen and Virgil at the same time. The emo threw some more popcorn, which this time Patton retaliated to with his own handful.

The first girl was singing about how great she was compared to all the other kids, and Patton was bobbing along to the beat while Virgil snickered, “Omg that's so Roman. Or Janus…”

Patton ruffled his hair at that comment, muttering “be nice” without any real berating in his voice. “To be honest, I don’t really like this song because it's so mean.” he sighed, “But the beat is so catchy! ”

“Yeah, she’s pretty vicious…” Virgil chuckled. And then he gasped like a teenage girl watching a catfight when the puppet thing told her all the kids were voting on who would win, and she had just trashed all of them.

The show continued on, not stopping for Virgil’s brain to catch up with whatever was going on; this time the gay kid baring his soul to the audience, only for the puppet to reveal that his memorial was basically made of Taco Bell. His song started, and Virgil was reminded of the time Roman dragged him to see Cabaret.

“Ok, I take it back. That one is Roman.” Virgil snickered. Although he had to admit, the actor gave a pretty awesome performance.

Maybe Roman would actually like this…

He and Patton settled, and giggled at the overachiever girl, Ocean?, as she tried to make up with the others. Virgil crowed again, “It Me!!!” when the haunted doll, Jane Doe, took the spotlight as if about to reenact a beheading on the mousier girl. (Constance? Virgil was pretty sure her name was Constance.)

Virgil finally lost it when the Ukrainian kid started rapping while holding his crotch. The whole time.

“Oh my GOD Patt what IS THIS?” he shrieked. Who had corrupted his little puffball with this ridiculous show?? He just wanted to talk.

Patton lost it at that, kicking his feet and pounding the floor with his fists; his face blood red with the force of his laughing and gasping. Virgil grabbed the remote and paused the show, letting Patton catch his breath as he rolled onto his back. It took a few minutes for him to calm down, and he was still giggling while looking at Virgil when he finally spoke.

“I really j-just wanted to see w-what you would do.” he admitted. “I-I wasn’t even sure how long you’d watch.”

Virgil grinned, and made a grab at Patton’s side again, squeezing gently, which prompted Patton to “Eep!” like a squeaky toy and dissolve into giggles again.

“S-s-stop!!! I’m ticklish!!” he gasped.

“Oh? I had no idea.” Virgil said mischievously. Patton caught his eye and squeaked, trying in vain to scoot away to the edge of the blanket.

“Noooooo!!” He cried as Virgil poked him a few more times, finally dissolving into laughter himself while Patton retaliated with handfuls of popcorn.

After about ten minutes, Virgil threw his hands up in front of his face. “Ok! Ok! I yield!!” Both were red-faced and had popcorn crumbs in their hair. Oh well. He looked back to the paused tv. “So, are we gonna finish or what?”

Patton brightened, “I didn’t think you’d want to keep going.” He said, absently brushing some discarded popcorn into a pile to toss in the garbage bowl. Virgil elbowed him softly.

“’Course I do. I can’t not see who wins.”

Patton nudged him back with a soft, “Ok.”

The pair took the opportunity to rearrange a bit while the video was still paused; scooting the nest-pile up against the couches and arranging pillows as a back rest so they could sit up. Virgil put his hand comfortably around Patton’s shoulders, and Patton snuggled into his side a little more firmly. The contact was warm, nice; Patton laid his head against Virgil’s chest and they settled the remaining snacks around them.

Virgil had already decided he would stay late to clean up the discarded popcorn from their battle; he wouldn’t let Patton do it all by himself again.

Patton started the video once more, just in time for the Ukrainian kid to sing a mournful song about his lover. Virgil had to admit the projections on the girl’s skirts, and the kid’s shirt over his heart, was a pretty cool effect. Virgil tilted his head so it was resting against Patton’s, whispering, “God this is so weird.”

Patton only wiggled next to him, snuggling ever closer.

Ocean went on another tangent on screen, and the puppet messed with her a while. The kids complained about dying as virgins, and Virgil snorted so hard he might have inhaled soda just a little when the puppet called out Constance. Patton paused for Virgil to compose himself again, and then they were off.

The science-y kid, Ricky, started a rant about chaos theory or something, and Virgil muttered into Patton’s ear, “So that one is Logan, right?”

Patton promptly snorted sprite right out his nose.

“Shit, are you ok??” Virgil asked, laughing and worried at the same time. He got up to get some paper towels while Patton coughed, and he tried to clean the soda off his shirt while the emo sponged up the excess from the blankets.

“Yeah,” Patton finally said, “Wasn’t ready for that,” he said, gesturing for Virgil to come back to into the pile, “I’ll just wash everything tonight.” They settled comfortably once more, and Virgil couldn’t help but notice that Patton was not-so-subtly keeping an eye on him instead of the show.

Virgil had to admit; of the kids that weren’t Jane Doe, Ricky and Constance were probably his favorites. Maybe he had a type.

Then again, maybe not.

14 was a lot of cats... Ok, so Ricky was a ‘prophet’ for a race of alien cat people... The opening bass of the song caught Virgil completely off guard, and he jumped a little. Patton snickered under him.

“Patt?” Virgil looked at his friend with only the utmost suspicion.

Patton flashed possibly the most evil smile Virgil had ever seen, his favorite puffball corrupted by mischief, and the shorter man merely pointed back to the screen to direct Virgil’s attention.

The weird Cat-faced people dressed as members of the band DEVO weren’t really helping Virgil’s confusion. They mentioned something that Virgil barely caught over the robo voices, which sounded like ‘freaktastic seed’ accompanied by thrusting motions, and he felt the horror setting in.

Patton was still grinning. And staring at Virgil.

Virgil swallowed hard, and took Patton’s hand. Under his breath, Virgil mumbled, “This is a hate crime, Patton.”

And somehow, the evil grin grew.

Oh God.

Virgil squeezed Patton’s hand tighter, giggling, unsure if he was enjoying it or just hysterical.

“Patton I’m scared,” he said, only half sarcastically. “I’m gonna have to apologize to Logan after this, and he’s not even here.”

When Ricky stuck his head out of the curtain and said, “This is where it gets weird.” Virgil broke.

“OH, IT GETS WEIRD NOW? THAT WAS THE NORMAL PART?!” he shrieked, possibly at a pitch that only cats would be able to hear. Patton’s evil grin turned into an evil chuckle, and Virgil felt his brain short circuit a little when Ricky returned to the stage in a full body Cat/Muscle suit.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ?”

Pretense abandoned, Virgil just folded himself on top of Patton, unable to look away from the screen.

Patton continued to laugh at his expense, but he was kind enough to wrap his arms around Virgil while the taller man tried desperately to figure out what was happening.

Damn, that high note tho...

Finally, the song was over, and Virgil paused once again, climbing back off of Patton and settling where he had been. The shorter man was watching Virgil with that... that Cheshire cat grin, the bastard. His chin was even propped over interlaced fingers like a cartoon villain. The silences stretched between them for a few minutes, before finally Virgil took a steadying breath, and,

“Ya’know, the glowing cat ears really tied the whole outfit together.”

Patton lost it, throwing his head back against the footrest of the couch, cackling.

Who corrupted my cuddle puff????

Virgil gave up trying to let Patton calm down, smiling at the other’s ridiculousness, and continued the show.

He really hoped, for the sake of his blood pressure, things would calm down a little from here. But he was still smiling, and he had to admit, this was the best movie night he’d had in a while.

Finally, it was time for Jane Doe’s song. Finally.

Patton calmed down in the interim, and they snuggled back together, with the shorter man grabbing two cookies, and handing one to Virgil. Her melody was slow and haunting, and, while not necessarily Virgil’s normal musical fair, even he could admit the performer’s voice was gorgeous.

“Oh, we’re floating now.” Virgil muttered, not nearly as upset about this development as others. And then his jaw dropped as she spun upside down in the air, continuing to sing the whole time. Damn.

The song ended, and Patton snuffled a little while the kids threw Jane Doe a birthday party. Despite Ocean’s kind of not great start at creating a new birthday song, even Virgil had to admit it was a pretty sweet scene, especially after the last three.

Ok, Noel and Misha are kind of a cute couple.

Ricky and Jane Doe are also pretty sweet, kind of like us...

Wow, Ocean is kind of a bitch, especially to Constance, which is bullshit.

“Ooooh! Boob punch!” Virgil cheered, and Patton giggled, but it was a little more tired than it had been.

Patton squirmed a little while Constance did her monologue; the ‘nicest girl in town’. Virgil wrapped his arm a little tighter around his friend, and he could see that Patton was really affected by this one.

Virgil could see why, the longer she talked.

Patton laid his head back on Virgil’s shoulder, and Virgil rested his head on top of Patton’s again, holding him tight.

The music started, soft, and Virgil felt more than heard Patton take a little settling breath.

And then Constance pulled out her braids, and Virgil couldn’t help the exclamation, “Yes girl!! Tell us your truth!!” which did get a (slightly wet) chuckle from Patton.

Virgil stroked Patton’s upper arm, and kept his eyes fixed on the tv while Patton started to sniffle.

Ok, the recorder bit is a little silly.

Patton hiccupped, and wiped his eyes on one sleeve while the song continued, and Virgil felt a soft smile on his face. He even teared up a little as Ocean and Constance came together, holding hands. Making up for the hurt.

This was maybe Virgil’s favorite thing about Patton; that he could find meaning in so many things, that he could get so wrapped up in his emotions, both good and bad, and wasn’t afraid to just let them out.

One of the strangest and most wonderful things he had ever told Virgil, “There’s nothing quite as cleansing as a good cry.”

Virgil paused the show, and looked down at Patton for a moment, the shorter shook his head, and took a little breath, and whispered “Keep going.” And somehow, Virgil knew this was gonna last until the end of the show.

He tucked Patton close, and hit play once more.

Virgil wouldn’t lie, the ending became obvious as the show had gone on; and yet, it was still emotional. Watching the girl who had been the biggest bitch the whole time actually step down and give someone else an actual chance at a life. Hearing her actually caring about her friends. All five of the kids agreeing to send Jane Doe back. Okay, fine, Virgil was a little emotional.

Patton had to pull away a little, and take off his glasses as he sniffled and cried, watching the video playing Jane Doe’s life and listening to the choir singing about the beauty of life.

Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to hit hard.

Virgil did jump pretty hard when the puppet exploded...

He would never admit that he teared up a little during the finale.

Patton was bobbing to the music, sobbing his eyes out with a massive smile, and mouthing along to the song, and Virgil couldn’t help swaying with him. The emotions were certainly infectious.

Curtain call was a little upsetting, when the puppet turned out to not be a puppet, and the actor stood up holding his mask. Virgil felt a little cheated at that... They both laughed a little hysterically at the tiny puppet-robot-thing hands that were hanging off his sleeves.

The outro music played and Patton snuggled a little more into Virgil’s chest before popping back up with red eyes and a very watery but excited smile.

“So, what did you think?” he asked earnestly.

Virgil flashed his own evil grin to Patton,

“We have to show Roman.”

#warcats writes #moxiety #platonic moxiety #queerplatonic relationship #ts virgil #ts patton #ride the cyclone musical #platonic snuggles #tw implied character death #in the show not in the fic #this is almost a play by play of my first time watching #gladys i hope you had a good birthday #crayon friend #ask to tag

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even though this is an mcr themed au the only thought drawing this one was clown music and Night At The Museum

#virgil sanders #implied patton sanders #its supposed to be pat but it's just his arm #Anyways I think the most fucked up part of this is that there really can't be a grave or funeral for him. He's gonna be just ash real soon #and like. that's so fucked up #ANYWAYS THE ACTUAL SONG INSPO WAS SLEEP #Because i fucking love that song #ts mcr jukebox<3 #also the lighting on this one was so fun but evil #platonic moxiety #can be seen as otherwise but its meant to be platonic

[prodigal-explorer]

my roleplay information/application!

hey guyssss, so like i'm kinda desperate for rp partners so i'm just gonna try my luck here and see if any of y'all are interested in rping with me! feel free to read through this information and message me if you are interested!! as long as you meet my requirements, i would love to rp with you!!

basic information

i am 18 (19 in a few weeks) and i'm okay rping with any age, but i will not rp anything relating to nsfw with a minor. not even implied nsfw, it's just very uncomfortable. but if you're 18+, i'll rp anything on this list with you!

i only rp semi-lit/descriptive. this means at least five sentences, detailed responses that aren't just surface level. it's hard to respond to stuff that's lazy, so please please please just put in the effort if you want high quality responses in return!

the fandoms i roleplay are sanders sides, undertale, your turn to die, and omori. i dabble in oc rp, but it's not very common for me since i don't really have many ocs that i like enough to rp with.

my favorite types of roleplay are heavy angst and whump. i love really dark concepts, and it's rare that i won't do something that's dark and angsty. i struggle with concepts that are just fluff because i prefer rps with a lot of conflict and struggle.

my only triggers are constant discussion about body type/comparing body types and descriptive talk of medical needles. other than that i will do literally anything lol.

i am filipino-american, audhd, physically disabled, and i love to incorporate these aspects of my identity into the characters i play. if you don't like that, we probably won't make very good rp partners.

i hate hate HATE poking. please don't remind me of the rp after ten minutes of me not responding. please don't remind me of the rp after ten HOURS of me not responding. i know it exists, i just need time to reply. if you nag me about responding, i probably will wait even longer to reply because it's intimidating.

i love to chat oorp! feel free to leave a silly message, even if it has nothing to do with rp!

scroll all the way to the bottom of the post if you want to see writing examples!! below are just specific tidbits of information pertaining to each fandom i rp!

sanders sides specific information

the main side i love to play is roman. i will always want to play roman in every single tss rp, he's just me, he's my number one homie, my favorite character of all time.

i can also play any of the other sides, but my characterization for them is not as solid as roman.

i don't really like patton in roleplays unless he's a minor character or an antagonist/villain. i am very good at playing patton as a villain, but i don't really like playing him in any other context. i have so many aus where patton is a villain or antagonist, so if that's your jam, you've come to the right place!

i will do mindscape or human aus, i love both!

i am okay with ocs but i will not do canon side x female oc. it just makes me very uncomfortable to ship sides with female characters.

some of my favorite ships are roceit, prinxiety, logince, anaroceit, analogical, intrulogical, and loceit.

the only ships i WILL NOT do are moxiety, royality, moceit, logicality, intruality, and remrom. every other ship, i'm completely okay with.

i love rping as remy or emile picani!!

i have SO MANY IDEAS for this fandom. like literally hundreds of aus. so please message me if you want to rp anything with angst, or drama, or anything like that because i have SO MUCH.

undertale specific information

so fun fact i'm actually kind of bad at undertale rp.

it's not that i'm awful i just don't have a lot of experience, but i'm working on it!

the main characters i like to play are papyrus, undyne, alphys, toriel, asgore, and gaster.

i can also play asriel/flowey, sans, frisk, mettaton, grillby, and chara if necessary.

i am totally fine with ocs, bring them on!

i don't really like rps with the au sans stuff? nothing against it, i just don't really know much about it and in the nicest way possible i don't really care. i prefer to stick with canon and prequel/sequel aus instead of aus that change up the characters' personalities and stuff.

my favorite undertale au of all time is handplates i have so many thoughts about it and i would love to rp it!

i love angsty rps but undertale is actually one of the only fandoms where i love to rp fluff for it. undertale is just such a goofy game and i love emulating that style of humor in rp!

ships i enjoy are soriel, papyton, alphyne, sansby, and whatever the ship name for alphys x gaster is?

the only undertale ships i WILL NOT rp are anything involving the child characters (frisk, chara, asriel, monster kid), and anything that ships undyne with a guy. i'm also not a huge fan of asgore x toriel but i'll do it if you really want me to!

your turn to die specific information

i am so new to rping in this fandom but i really want to anyway!! trust, i know all the lore, i just need some solid experience!

my favorite characters to play are jou, reko, nao, gin, kai, shin, hiyori, and sara.

i will play q-taro, mishima, or alice if necessary!

i am very bad at keiji, i don't think i can play him well.

i love canon and au roleplays equally! i would love to do either way!

i like pretty much all the ships, it would be easier to list ships i don't like.

i don't like any ships that involve the little kids (kanna, gin, hinako), any ships with a huge age gap (especially sara x keiji), and shin x hiyori. it's just...no.

omori specific information

i am very new to the fandom, so please have mercy on me if i get something wrong lol!

my favorite characters to play are kel, hero, aubrey, and mari!

i can play sunny if necessary.

i will not play basil. i actually don't like basil being present in roleplays, he's just a character i personally dislike. i'm fine with him showing up occasionally as a minor character, but i just don't like him being a big part of roleplays.

i will roleplay canon and aus! i love both! but bear in mind i am a bit more hesitant to rp ships in canon, but in aus i have zero reservations!

my favorite ships are anything involving sunny, kel, and aubrey being together, but my number one otp is hero x mari!

the only ships i WILL NOT do are ships that have basil in them, especially basil x sunny or basil x kel. they just don't sit right with me personally.

i don't really know much about the minor characters of the game...i might need a bit of guidance if you want to use a character that isn't a part of the main six! but i am completely fine with it as long as you're okay with me being a bit clueless.

writing samples!!!

The streets were soft, the dusty sidewalks concealed by powdery snow that made Brooklyn look like a wedding. Roman stepped lightly, wondering how high he would have to hold himself to keep his foot from sinking in the snow, ruining the shiny white blanket that protected his bare feet from the cruel asphalt.

His book remained tucked under his jacket, as if it needed protection from the biting wind. Roman didn’t think it was possible for something that carried such beautiful notions and ideas to be unfeeling, so he acted as though there was a beating heart somewhere between the pages. Nobody had ever told him there wasn’t one, so what was the harm in believing if it made the sky feel brighter, and the air feel warmer, and the world feel more connected?

When he came back to the small, tucked-away alley that he and his brothers were currently living in, he was happy to see a little fire that he could warm himself beside while he opened his new book, aching to see what was inside.

--

"Protect...me?"

Roman was unfamiliar. He was always used to protecting other people. He was tall, graceful and beautiful. Couldn't really throw a punch, but he had a way with his words that could get him absolutely anything he wanted. Including peace. He was used to standing between bullies and victims, seducing with his sweet smile and long eyelashes. Making anybody feel like they've been blessed just looking at him. With his parents always gone, and nobody to hold him during nightmares, Roman had gotten used to holding himself. But now, he just wanted to be protected so badly. He wanted to be truly loved by somebody besides himself.

"Okay..." he whispered, "Okay."

--

"Oh! Do you guys want to go to that restaurant across the street?" Patton asked, "We performed so well tonight, I think we all deserve a treat! Virgil, you hit that syncopation perfectly, and Janus, that riff was amazing! The crowd went wild for us! Drinks will be on me, as long as you all promise not to drink too much. I'll be the designated driver too. What do you say??"

Of course, this invitation was not extended to Logan. Patton didn't even notice Logan in the area, assuming that he was off sweeping the stage or packing up the van. Patton was the one who decided what everybody did, and he usually gave Logan the grease-work like that. He didn't really care very much about Logan, just because Logan wasn't as close to the group. There wasn't that bond of performing show after show, having fans that requested autographs, being followed and gushed over by paparazzi.

Since Logan was never onstage, nobody knew the face or identity of the man who wrote the songs that all these fans were so crazy about. And Patton sort of preferred it that way. He didn't really like the idea of Logan being a face of their band. Unlike Janus and Virgil, Patton wasn't sure how the public eye would recieve Logan. The man wasn't remotely ugly, but he was rather plain-looking. He tended to blend into the background of the rooms he occupied. He wasn't the type of look one would expect to be in a hugely successful band.

All the others had their "niche". Patton was the sweetheart, the nice one, the innocent one. Virgil was the quiet, brooding, mysterious one. And Janus was the charmer, able to seduce anyone with a wink and a smile. What was Logan? He didn't talk very much, he wasn't particularly nice, brooding, or seductive. Patton didn't like that Logan didn't exactly have an archetype. He didn't quite fit in.

--

Roman tilted his head with a polite smile and an appropriate amount of interest as Logan disclosed his name. It was nothing familiar to him, but he did think it was a beautiful-sounding name. He always loved when people's first and last names started with the same letter. It felt like a name out of a fairy-tale when it had that feature.

Listening to what Logan was saying, Roman couldn't help but go red, very embarrassed. He was bad at English, but he certainly wasn't stupid. He could tell that Logan was euphemizing heavily in order to preserve Roman's feelings, which made Roman both embarrassed that Logan felt the need to do this, and honored that Logan cared so much about how he felt. It was a really sweet gesture, honestly.

"You write music too?" he asked, very curious. "I would love to sing a song by you wrote. You will...pay me? Money?"

Roman wondered if Logan was offering him a job, or just wanting to have a jam session as friends and colleagues. He would be happy with either option, but he wanted to manage his expectations there and then, so there would be less awkwardness from false assumptions.

--

Roman looked at it and smiled as he read through the lyrics, his eyes carefully scanning from left to right as he ingested each lyric. His smile only grew.

"It is okay," he said, "I like messy handwriting. It means...it means your brain moves fast, and your hand must hurry to follow. I like this song. I think...I want to sing it. Do you want me to sing here? In front of everyone?"

Roman would definitely be willing to give Logan's song some publicity. And he adored the thrill of singing a song for the first time in front of a whole crowd of people. Roman wasn't the type to get stage fright. The more risky a performance was, the more excited he was to try and execute it. Roman had a bit of a shame deficiency, such was obvious with him singing those lyrics he wrote out loud multiple times.

His eyes were shining with enthusiasm, but also, with gratitude. He was thankful to Logan for the opportunity he had to bring this song to life, this brand new song that no one had ever heard before. The idea that its first breath of auditory life would be coming from Roman's own voice was so romantic that it almost made Roman want to sing it right there and then so he wouldn't have to wait anymore.

#roleplay #sanders sides roleplay #undertale roleplay #yttd roleplay #omori roleplay #sanders sides rp #undertale rp #yttd rp #omori rp #sanders sides #thomas sanders #tss #sanders sides fandom #undertale fandom #yttd fandom #omori fandom

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

On Death's Doorstep (pt 41/53?)

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Word count: 1612

Rating: Teen

Pairings: parental Moxiety, past Virgil/omc

Warnings: past abuse, implied abuse, current torture, blood, nonlinear narrative, psychic powers

~~~START~~~

Something about the overhead light felt like needles slowly piercing his skin. The light didn’t respond to his will, if anything, it seemed to get sharper when he tried to bend it away from himself. It grated at his nerves, keeping him too keyed-up to drop fully into unconsciousness, but not so aware that he was fully conscious either; he was drifting in a haze of slow-burning agony.  

He couldn’t teleport either. Every time he’d tried it had felt like he’d slammed his head into a brick wall.  

It was a trap. Of course it was a trap — he’d known it was a trap.  

He didn’t even get to see his dads. He didn’t know if they were ok.  

The warehouse looked empty when he entered it, but he knew his dads were close — in a basement by the feel of it. He was careful, creeping through the building as quietly as he could, but when something heavy slammed into him, he was caught completely off guard.  

The force of the hit sent him careening into some of the factory’s machinery. He tried to teleport away, but someone had set up a field around the warehouse, blocking his escape; he did teleport twenty yards away though, hoping to catch his as-of-yet unseen adversary off guard. This field wasn’t very sophisticated, and the teleportation left a metallic taste in his mouth.  

He tried desperately to scan his surroundings, but the warehouse was so dark that he couldn’t see anything other than vague dark shadows, none of which were person shaped. Out of nowhere, a tendril of electricity shot out, missing his arm by mere inches as he quickly sprang away. The whips kept coming as the crackle of electricity dimly illuminated the new supervillain — Whiplash, he thought he remembered the news saying.  

Hoping to use the darkness to his advantage, he concentrated an orb of light near where he thought the villain’s eyes were. The whips stopped as the villain stumbled back, though weirdly, he didn’t cry out in surprise of pain.  

He was about to press his advance when he was suddenly hit by a sharp pain to the back. He collapsed on the floor, paralyzed but conscious.  

“There now,” a voice said as a new assailant leaned over him. “That wasn’t so hard.” 

The new adversary reached for him, but he managed to teleport once more.  

“Fucker!” He heard the voice mutter to itself before addressing him specifically. “You can’t get away! That toxin will keep you from moving, and the Holder will keep you from teleporting out!” 

‘Holder’? He thought, mentally shaking his head. Is that the best they could come up with? 

He couldn’t stand, his field of vision was painfully limited to what he could see while his cheek was pressed into the floor; he could teleport, but not to true safety; he was pretty sure he could still bend light and shadows, but that might do him more harm than good while he tried to hide.  

He could hear footsteps around him, but the reverberation throughout the warehouse made pinpointing where they came from impossible. He was just about to teleport again when a whip of electricity suddenly hit its mark.  

He was out before he really knew what hit him.  

The door to his cell slid open and he tried to drag himself into something more resembling consciousness. He heard the clicking of heels as a figure approached him, but his mind was too clouded to really see what was coming.  

“Well, well, well.” The voice sent chills down his spine and the resulting jolt of adrenaline cleared Virgil’s vision and thoughts. Dr. Agon stood before him, her typical predatory grin gracing her ruby lips. “It’s been too long, Knightcaster, we’ve been worried about you.” 

Virgil didn’t trust his voice, so he said nothing.  

“You know who else we’re worried about?” Agon continued, seemingly satisfied with Virgil’s lack of response. “Patton. Won’t you tell me where he is? He must be so scared and alone.” 

“…fuck…you,” Virgil managed to rasp out.  

“Fine,” Agon’s eyes flashed dangerously. “We’ll do this the hard way then, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I don’t like having my things stolen, Knightcaster.” 

“G’ ‘t…hell…” 

Agon’s smile widened slightly. “Come here 1013.” 

The door opened again and a gaunt figure slunk in. If it weren’t for the bright pink hair — slick with grease as it might be — they might look like the girl from The Ring; they wore a dirty smock that might have once been white with long lank hair falling in front of their face. They looked so completely different that it wasn’t until just before their hand plunged into his chest that Virgil remembered that he’d met this person before.  

It was an unseasonably warm October day when Knightcaster was sent downtown to bring in a supervillain with some kind of mind-manipulation powers. She had apparently been forcing people to withdraw money from an atm when some cops had reported to the scene — no sooner had those cops arrived than they were flapping their arms and clucking like chickens.  

The supervillain had called herself Ebony, ironic, given how deathly pale her skin was, almost as though she was glowing. Her pink hair fluttered around her in a wind that didn’t seem to exist, it was the same electric pink as the blood that dripped more heavily from her hands with every person whose soul she reached into.  

As soon as she saw Knightcaster she took off running in the opposite direction. She barely made it three steps when she collided with Knightcaster’s chest, the hero having teleported into her path.  

She reared back with a snarl and plunged her pink hand into Knightcaster’s chest.  

Virgil was thrown forcefully from the memory. He was no longer in that room with the sharp lights, or at least… it didn’t look like he was in the room, it looked like he was in a space that was both devoid of and saturated with color. Standing across from him, looking slightly more like herself in a black MCR shirt, black spandex shorts sticking out from underneath a pink and black plaid miniskirt, and fishnet stockings — though still lifeless and defeated — was Ebony.  

“This will be easier if you cooperate,” she croaked, her mouth never moving.  

“I haven’t been feeling very cooperative lately,” Virgil shot back.  

“Where’s the target?” Ebony asked, an image of four-year-old Patton appearing in the space between them.  

“I’ve never seen that child before,” Virgil lied.  

Ebony cocked her head and the void around them began shifting, Virgil’s own memories shaping the surroundings materializing around them.  

Virgil wrenched the memory to the side and his old apartment he’d lived in with Orin materialized. Cracked countertop and all.  

“No,” Ebony said, sounding bored and listless, not at all like the villain Virgil had fought before.  

The apartment began to shift again, so Virgil threw all his mental weight against the flow. Evading psychics like this had been a part of his training, and he was certain that if Ebony wasn’t as unwell as she was that his time — hours? Days? Weeks? — in the sharp lights would have weakened him below her abilities.  

The child shifted and changed with the surroundings, and when the shifting stopped, a very different child stood between them.  

The new — old — child was five. He was going by a name that wasn’t quite his own. He wore a bright pink shirt that he only ever wore in tandem with his overalls, though he didn’t know why yet. The shirt, Virgil knew, had pink rhinestones spelling out the word “Princess” hidden beneath the bib of the overalls. The overalls had holes worn into both knees as this boy had a penchant for adventuring with his dads. His hair had been recently shorn short after a mishap with a classmate and some gum; he liked it better this way.  

Around them was a house that hadn’t changed much in twenty-one years — though maybe it had, Virgil hadn’t seen it in so long. There was a television across from a comfortably worn couch; bookcases taking up one wall, half filled with books, and half filled with various DVDs and video games. The coffee table in front of the couch was completely clear of dishes or trash in a way it almost never was.  

“No.” Ebony’s voice was harder now. She tried to shift the scene again, but Virgil gritted his teeth and kept the surroundings from changing.  

The boy became taller, older, he was wearing a hoodie now, and clutching a worn copy of Dante’s inferno in his hand.  

“No!” 

Ebony yanked more forcefully, and their surroundings began to shift. Virgil pushed against it as hard as he could, but it almost wasn’t enough.  

The scene solidified into Virgil and Orin’s living room, an adult Virgil was curled up on the couch, holding a week-old Patton in his arms. At the time, Virgil had been amazed by his perfect tiny son. He still was.  

He would do anything for that kid.  

He kicked back against Ebony and the scene melted around them.  

Virgil opened his eyes to the numbing pain of the sharp lights. Before him on the ground, lying in a pool of toxic pink blood, was Ebony. Her mess of hair had parted and Virgil could see her pitch-black eyes staring listlessly ahead of her.  

“Shame,” Agon sighed, completely bored. “Don’t worry, Knightcaster, we have more ways to get you to talk. R&D’s going to be very interested to see how well their toys work.” 

As her heels click-clacked out of the room, Virgil’s head hit his chest. 

~~~END~~~

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Cold Comforts: Cracking Ice

I imagine that you get a lot of asks so apologies if this one adds to an endless list of them. I have this sanders sides concept in mind where Patton was not the one who caused the original creativity to split nor was Patton morality during this time and it was Logan; but because Janus had left before it occured and Virgil, Remus, and Roman didnt really exist yet, no one knows about this. But because Janus can pick up on lies (including lies of omission), he quickly pieces together the truth. No idea how you'd work that into a story of any kind (if that was something you would want to do), just thought it would be neat to at least share. ax3-e0n

hey !! i don't have a super specific request, but i'd love some qpr content from you if you don't mind !! any ship is fine, but i love qpr dukeceit, analogical, and moxiety ^^ - anon

I really loved Cold Comforts (that fight did break me but in the best way possible) and I would love to know what happens in the aftermath. Like how do they actually reconcile and make up for what was said? - anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: self-esteem issues, implied/referenced rsd

Pairings: none

Word Count: 3293

    At first, there is elation.

Roman blinks awake in the ruined corpse of a dying tower, covered in cobwebs and layers of dust. He blinks, bits of it falling into his eyes. A phantom warmth rests on his cheeks and in his befuddled state, he thinks it might be the sun.

"Shh, little one," he hears from eons away, "it's alright. I'm here now."

He blinks again and the phantom warmth grows stronger, coalescing itself into hands on his face, thumbs gently stroking his tears away. He's still crying, lips still trying to form comforts from nothing. He blinks again and the blob in front of him focuses.

"L-Logan?"

"Hello, little one," Logan whispers, "it's okay. I'm here now."

Here.

Hands. Warm hands. Warm hands on his face, cupping it like it's something precious, like he's something precious. Warm hands that brush away his tears and a warmer voice that says it's okay. I'm here now.

"You're here?" His voice, cracked and dusty from overuse. "Y-you're really here?"

"Yes," says Logan, smiling and reaching up to run his fingers through Roman's hair, "I'm here. I'm really here. And so are you."

"Don't do that, Princey," comes another voice, one that appears over the edge of the shell too, "you scared the shit out of us."

"Language, mister," comes yet another, "but he's right, kiddo. You really scared us, there."

"Being scary is my schtick, Ro-Bro," says yet another, "don't do it without me."

And, just when Roman's heart feels fit to burst, the last voice sighs and reaches into the shell too. "Not that this isn't very touching, but I think we'd all be better off outside this very scary tower with no stairs."

He blinks dumbly as yellow-gloved hands reach for him, fitting carefully around his shoulders and gently pulling him to sit upright. Logan's hands shift down to his elbows, helping to get him out of the dust-caked blankets. His head pounds. He feels dizzy.

"Slow, you jerks," Virgil's voice mutters, "he's just been like that for who knows how long and he's been crying."

"Here," Logan says softly, only for Roman's ears, "lean on me. I've got you."

And oh, isn't that surreal, to have Logan's arms wrap around him and be leaned against a broad chest, to have another set of hands at his back and to be helped down from his dusty perch. His limbs feel discombobulated, disconnected, and he flails a few times before he figures out how to hold on too. Logan is patient with him, though, and helps him over to a chair that Remus conjures and sits him to face the sun.

"Here," says Patton, handing him a glass of water, "try and drink that, okay, sweetheart?"

Oh, he realizes belatedly, I'm being taken care of.

At first, there is elation.

They came. They actually came. They wanted to find him and so they searched for him, they found their way up a tower that he did not design to be found. They sought after him because they noticed he was gone and so they chose to come and find him. They are here because he was not there.

At first, there is elation.

Then, there is only dread.

They're going to want to know what happened. He's going to have to explain what happened. They're going to want to know what happened and why he ran so far away and why he started to fade and all of this is going to go away. He's going to have to tell them about the argument and all of the horrible things he said and he's going to watch all of this care fade away into disappointment.

Because they will be. Disappointed.

Roman, you never learn.

Roman, we've been over this.

Roman, you know better.

Roman, how could you be so cruel? Roman, you should think about the things you say before you say them. Roman, I expected better from you. Roman, you're supposed to be better than this. Roman, Roman, Roman, will you ever stop being a disappointment?

This, right now, this is the last he will be able to have this comfort with no strings attached. It will be the last time he's able to ask for something and have it be given, the last time he can feel as though they're doing it because they want to.

And even now, he can hear their voices.

That's such a mean way to think about it, Roman. I wish you wouldn't think we don't know what we're doing when we comfort you. What, did you think it was just something we did?

And, how selfish of you, Roman, that you wouldn't tell us what happened because you thought we wouldn't want to comfort you after we knew what you'd done. Maybe you should have told us right away, then we wouldn't have this problem in the first place. Logan was right.

And, this is emotionally abusive, Roman, you know that, right? Being so dramatic and playing the victim and guilt-tripping like this even though you did something wrong too. Manipulating us like this is wrong. You know it's wrong. We'd be more inclined to forgive you if you weren't being so awful about admitting that you're hurt by something.

They're here and they came and Roman wants nothing more than to run away again.

"Whatever you're thinking," Remus's voice cuts in, "stop it. Stop being mean to my brother."

Roman startles and a moment later, he has a lapful of Remus. Remus buries his nose in the crook of his neck and squeezes tightly, their hearts pressed against each other's ribcages. It's uncomfortable, it's awkward, and Roman loves it.

"I was so scared," comes the whispered confession, "when you started Fading. I thought I was gonna lose you again."

"I'm sorry, Re, I didn't mean to, I swear—"

"I know, Roro, I know."

"I just—I had to go—"

"Easy," Virgil's low voice rumbles, a hand settling on his shoulder, "breathe, bud. It's okay. You're okay. Remus isn't mad at you."

"Y-you're not?"

"No, Roro, I'm not mad at you."

The part of Roman's brain that isn't screaming softwarmsafebrothercomfort shies away at the way Remus says you.

Right.

In the way a soldier dons his armor before a fatal fight, Roman takes a deep breath and carefully pats Remus's thigh. Remus lets him go, confusion written on his features as Roman stands up and begins to lower the tower's room to the ground. It settles on the earth with a low rumble and one of the walls finally caves, leading out into a familiar field of rolling grass. He walks out into the sunshine, the warmth settling over him like boulders. He allows himself one more moment to clutch his hand to his side before he turns and faces his executioners.

"I'm sorry," he begins, "for being so dramatic. I didn't mean to Fade and while I know that doesn't change anything, and I'm not trying to use it as an excuse, I hope that the knowledge that it wasn't done purposefully makes it a little better. It might be wrong of me to hope that, but…I do. I didn't mean to affect the videos or Thomas or anything of that nature, and you have my deepest and sincerest apologies that I let my—my tantrum get this bad."

He looks at Logan. His hands twinge in pain.

"Logan, I apologize for wasting your time. I apologize for being unreasonable and bull-headed and ignorant. I didn't mean it when I said you weren't useful and I didn't mean to imply that you don't know what you're doing. I know I can come off as arrogant and overconfident and I'm sorry. I've been trying to work on it but clearly, I haven't been trying hard enough. I'll do better. I promise."

With a heavy heart, he glances over at Remus.

"And I know…I know you weren't there, but I'm sorry to you too. I—at one point during the argument, I called you a menace and nothing but a problem to be vanquished. I'm sorry."

Remus stares at him. "Ro, you don't have to apologize to me for shit. I know I'm a menace, that's my whole fucking point. And you definitely don't have to apologize for being hurt. You just said you didn't do any of this shit on purpose and I know you. I know you'd—well, you'd rather kill yourself than destroy Thomas's videos and the Imagination. Don't apologize for being hurt, okay?"

"But I—"

"But nothing," Janus says smoothly, "you were hurt, sweetie. And we didn't make you feel like you could come to us. That's not your fault."

"None of us were there for the argument," Patton adds, "so we can't judge that part of it, but you don't have to apologize to us for the rest. You're—you're okay, sweetheart."

"You're dramatic," Virgil says, hands in his pockets, "but at least you're honest about it."

Janus scoffs something that sounds suspiciously like honesty's overrated but Roman's focused on Logan.

Logan, who's watching him carefully, so carefully, slowly reaches up and adjusts his glasses. "Roman, I…"

He trails off before he can finish his sentence. A lump appears in Roman's throat and he swallows, bowing his head and waiting for the blows to strike. He'll take them, he will, whatever comes with what Logan will say. He'll do it right this time, just accept them and nod and try to move on with it. He'll lick his wounds on his own in his room like a reasonable person and everything will be fine.

"Wow," he hears Remus scoff, "you really made him fucking perfect, didn't you? Bowing his head waiting for absolution and everything."

"What? What the heck are you on about, Remus?"

"This. This, his whole 'Good Creativity' thing."

"Yeah, I got that much, why're you saying we did it?"

"The Split. The whole get-the-bad-out, leave-the-good deal. The reason Thomas has two Creativities. I'm all the stuff you didn't want and so there he is with all the stuff you do."

There's a pause. Part of Roman wants to raise his head and see what's going on but he forces himself to wait.

"Remus," Janus rebukes with a gentleness reserved for only his partners, "the Split wasn't done so neatly. It wasn't like parts were selected for each of you."

"Yeah," Patton says, "and also, I didn't happen until after the Split. I think Thomas's whole Morality thing started in the aftermath of it. I wasn't around when it happened."

"I remember it," Virgil says, "but that's only 'cause J brought you and me in when we were all really little and he'd, like, just left. It was me, you, and J trying to figure stuff out and then Logan had Patton and Roman."

"Oh. Shit. Sorry, I, uh…"

"No, it's okay. We don't really know a lot about the Split anyways."

"You're all good, bud. Hey, whoa, c'mere."

There's the telltale rustling of someone being pulled into a hug and Roman knows Janus and Virgil have wrapped their arms around Remus. His heart screams for a moment in envious rage before he stamps it out with equal fervor. He's thankful Remus has two attentive and supportive partners, and he'd sooner fall on his sword than take it away from him.

He knows what that's like.

"Roman," Logan's voice comes from in front of him, much closer in front of him, "Roman, I'm sorry."

He raises his head, heart in his throat, as Logan reaches out and cups his face again.

"I'm sorry too," he says again, "I didn't—I shouldn't have said that you were unwanted. Or that you weren't capable of seeing reason. Or any of it, none of it's true. I just—I was so angry. I wanted to hurt you."

He swallows. "You did."

"I know. I know I did, Roman, I know I hurt you, little one. I—I'm sorry I hurt you. You're not unwanted, I promise. I want you. I want you quite badly."

The earnest way Logan says it threatens tears at the corners of his eyes. "I'm sorry too."

Logan smiles, his own eyes slightly wet. "I forgive you, little one, I forgive you."

Relief sags through him and his legs almost buckle, smile breathless as he stares at Logan. It's okay, it's okay, it's all okay. Logan chuckles, letting him go, a familiar teasing grin taking shape as he ruffles Roman's hair.

The sudden release of the dread is almost strong enough to make him miss the way Janus is squinting at Logan's back.

"J-Janus? What's wrong?"

Janus's mouth presses into a thin line and he carefully extricates himself from Remus and Virgil, not taking his eyes off of Logan. "There are three types of lies."

Logan stiffens.

"Lies of commission, which are outright fabrications," he continues, walking closer, "lies of character, and lies of omission."

"Uh, okay?"

"Logan," and Roman wants to flinch at how cold Janus sounds right now, "you're lying."

Virgil scoffs. "What, he's lying about being sorry?"

"No, he's lying about the Split."

"He didn't say anything about the—oh, I see. I get where you're going now."

"Roman," Logan says, looking back up at him, "Roman, it's okay. We're okay, now, I'm sorry."

He reaches for him but Roman edges back. "What is Janus talking about?"

"Roman, I'm sorry—"

"What is he talking about?"

"Yeah, Logan," Remus says, making Logan whirl around, "what is he talking about?"

"Our dear darling Logan," Janus says, taking a step closer, "is withholding what he knows about the Split. Which is interesting, because as you'll recall, the Split happened after I'd left, before Virgil was formed enough to have sentience, and before Patton manifested. And, of course, before either of the twins existed."

Virgil frowns. "Wait, but that means that Logan, you…"

He trails off and his eyes widen as the implications of what Janus is saying sink in.

"…Logan?" Patton sounds small. "What do you know about the Split?"

"I—" Logan turns around and faces Roman again— "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, it wasn't—I didn't—please, just listen to me—"

"Oh, we're all listening," Remus growls, "and why're you only talking to Roman? Did you forget I got Split too? Or are you all too happy that happened?"

"That's not what I meant, I didn't—no, that's not why I—" Logan glances frantically at Remus then back to Roman— "just hear me out—"

"You've said that a few times," Virgil says, voice hardening, "and you've yet to actually say anything."

"Roman—"

"Don't fucking talk to him!"

Logan flinches at the force of Remus's shout. Remus forces Logan to turn around, getting right into his face.

"Talk to me," he roars, "tell me what you thought you were doing, tell me why you won't look at me!"

"Because it worked with you!"

Silence.

Remus staggers back from Logan like he's been stabbed, Virgil already standing between them.

"I…I didn't know it would Split," Logan says shakily, "I—I just talked to Creativity and I—I said—"

He swallows.

"I said that there were parts of him that were liked and parts that weren't. And that it…it made sense for them to be…be…"

"Be what," Virgil asks when Logan doesn't finish.

"…be separated," he says weakly, "but I just meant that he should know the difference! Not that he should Split!"

"Oh, Logan," Patton mumbles, "what did you do?"

"What did you mean," Janus asks sharply, "when you said it 'worked' with Remus?"

"Creativity asked what—what the bad parts of him were and so I said that people didn't like when he was loud and messy and scary and then when I—when I came back the next day, there was a—"

Logan's breath catches and he swallows.

"I was only a child, I didn't know that this would mean—"

"There was a what?"

"…a baby. A baby Side on a rock that had been wrapped in a black and green blanket."

Janus's breath catches next. His hand finds its way to Remus. "That's how I found you. You still have that blanket."

"He—Creativity was still there when I got there but he was—he was Fading. He was almost completely transparent, and he asked me if—what I would do with the parts of him I didn't want."

"So you just fucking left me?"

"I was a child! I was panicking, I didn't know what to do, I told him I didn't know what to do, but then he kept on getting more and more frantic, asking me what I was going to do with you and he—he fell apart!" Logan's hands fly up to tangle in his hair. "He fell apart and shimmered and—and when it was over…"

His hands slowly leave his hair as he turns to look over his shoulder.

"Roman," Patton finishes, "when it was over, there was Roman. You Split Creativity into Bad and Not Bad and what was left of Creativity when he removed all that he could label Bad was…Roman."

"No fucking wonder Princey's got so many issues."

"Roman," Logan says, turning fully to face him again, "Roman, please, I didn't know, I was—I was a child, I didn't mean it, I didn't know this was going to happen."

He reaches out, almost stumbling towards him.

"You're wanted, you're wanted, I promise, you're wanted," he rambles, "I want you, I want you, do you hear me? I want you Roman, it's okay, I want you—"

A low rumble and a thunderous crash as the remains of the tower collapse to the ground. The earth shudders.

Over Roman's shoulder, a doorway appears. The door swings open to reveal the Mindscape. Janus muffles a quiet curse as Virgil stands taller.

"C'mon," he says, urging Patton and Janus toward the door, "we gotta go."

"Just let me—"

"The Imagination is ours," comes Remus's voice, low and dangerous, "and it is somewhere you do not want to be right now."

"Logan, come on," Patton says—they've already made it through the door, "just—give them space for now."

But Logan stubbornly reaches for Roman one more time. "Roman, please. Please, little one."

Roman silently opens his arm and gestures toward the door with a blank expression.

The earth rumbles again and a deep cracking sound echoes off of distant cliffs.

Logan swallows and goes to the door. Roman doesn't turn to watch him. His gaze doesn't move from the middle distance until the door shuts and vanishes.

Then he opens his mouth and screams.

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[candied-peach]

ao3: “so tired of being scared” rating: T warnings: moxiety, background LAMP, past child abuse, crying, implied self harm, virgil is nonbinary and has ptsd genre: hurt/comfort description: Virgil is having a hard time when Patton comes home. (day 24: “One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place.” — Emily Dickinson @tsshipmonth2020 )

Virgil scrunches himself deeper into the detritus of his closet. His breathing hitches, jittery but still quiet. The house is silent, painfully so. Fear claws up his throat, painting his esophagus with adrenaline. His ears echo with the ghosts of long gone yelling, of harsh remarks and the sensation of fingers biting into his arms.

It's okay, he tells himself, balled into a corner, his arms wrapped around his knees and hidden by the stuff in his closet. The stuff in his closet should help- it is pretty shirts, dresses, and skirts, for the most part, nothing like the stiff and starched 'boy clothes' of his childhood- but he can't seem to see them properly.

It's okay, it was a long time ago, he thinks, but his breathing is too harsh and too loud and he can feel tears threatening to burst free. If they do, he can't guarantee he'll stay quiet.

The front door opens and Virgil freezes, his heart thudding into his ribs. The footsteps are soft, not loud, but all he can hear is the booming footsteps of his youth, coming for him. He's gonna be in so much trouble, some tiny part of his mind yammers at him, and the first choked, broken sob breaks free, no matter how hard he bites his fingers.

The humming he can't quite hear cuts off abruptly, and the footsteps come closer.

"Virgil?" It's Patton. "Virgil, are you all right?"

He wants to answer, desperately needs to answer, but he can't make himself speak. His vocal cords won't work. Another sob escapes and he bites his fingers harder, as if they can prevent the cruel fingers of the past from seizing him round the ankles and dragging him into hell.

The closet door opens, and Virgil whimpers, scrunching himself back against the wall like it can swallow him whole.

"Oh, Virge," Patton whispers. Virgil stares at him with wide, fearful eyes, his mind whispering softly, sweetly terrible things into his ears. Patton disappears for a moment, then comes back with a teddy bear. It's lavender, with a multicolored bow tied around its neck, and it smells of lavender, too. Patton presses them into Virgil's arms, where the soothing scent slowly unscrunches Virgil.

"Patton?" Virgil asks hoarsely, his fingers compulsively petting the bear's contours. He never had a bear like this growing up. This bear is soft and well loved and clean. This bear smells of lavender and love. All of his boyfriends helped him choose its design. This bear represents safety, and it brings new tears to Virgil's eyes.

"Yes, love, I'm here," Patton says softly, encouraging Virgil to come out of the closet. He scoots his way out, various aches and pains asserting themselves with a vengeance, and falls into Patton's lap.

"Bad day?" Patton asks. Virgil nods, burying his face in Patton's chest.

"Do you want to talk about it or do you want a distraction?" Patton asks.

"Distraction," Virgil says at once. Patton asked wordlessly if he'd like to get up, and Virgil nodded, wrapping his legs around Patton's waist as Patton lifted him up easily, carrying him into the living room, the teddy bear squashed between them.

"Roman and Logan will be home soon with dinner," Patton says. "Until then, would you like to watch cartoons?"

"Sure," Virgil says, as Patton settles them both on the couch. Virgil remains in Patton's lap, resting his head on Patton's shoulder as he aimlessly plays with the ears of his teddy bear. The lavender scent is still soothing.

"I love you," Virgil says suddenly. "I- I'm glad that-" He takes a deep breath. "I'm glad that I found out life's not just...that."

"Me, too, love," Patton whispers. "Me, too."

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[the-fandom-nerds]

Hey friends :)

So ao3 is down, which is tragic. I have all the older drafts for my fics saved, but the newer, fully edited version lie on the ao3 site to (hopefully) be recovered at a later date. In these trying times, would anyone be interested if I posted my sander sides fics on the hellsite?

I tend to write a lot of logince, but a newer fic I'm working on has prinxiety. One that I haven't even finished the first chapter for has mociet among other things.

Leave me notes! Even if not, I'll probably post em anyway. Yall can become my beta readers for the fic I haven't done a lot for lol

The Prince and The Dragon Witch:

Roman paced tirelessly in the small tower room he was placed in only yesterday. In his mind, he contemplated the events that brought him here. None of it made sense.

Of course, Roman felt like his sudden placement was justified. He had pushed his father to this point. How many times did his father lecture him? How many times was he told not to leave the castle? And how many times did Roman do it anyway?

He was told he’d regret it one day, that one day Roman’s misbehavior would finally catch up to him. He knew one more disappearance, one more impulsive escape would be all it took for his father to snap. Yet, it still didn't feel real. This time, Roman royally fucked up. He was being sent away, and no amount of pleading or convincing would change that.

And now, he was here. Thousands of miles from the region of his kingdom, alone. (Main ships is logince and moxiety, but it's implied LAMP near the end)

Switched

Roman and Virgil accidentally switch roles after spending too much time together. Chaos ensues.

Roman doesn't know how to be anxiety. All he knows is freak out and cry. Virgil doesn't know how to be creativity. All he knows is be gay, do crimes. (Prinxiety, mociet if you squint)

The Prince and The Frog

Prince Janus is engaged to Prince Virgil Knight. Despite enjoying Virgils company, Janus can't help but feel overwhelmed with the engagement, and he feels he is stuck. His brothers, Prince Roman and Prince Remus, try to help in their own special way.

Incidentally, problems worsen as Prince Roman seemingly makes enemies with Prince Logan Knight, Prince Virgil's younger brother. And worse so, as Prince Remus is meddling with wedding plans as he tries to get Virgil's attention.

Janus's only solitude is a secret part of the castle gardens, where he finds himself sharing his troubles to the grass snakes and tiny frog that resides in the pond. (Was primarily supposed to be mociet but accidentally became logince as a primary focus whoops. This one has barely 2 chapters written)

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[thesnakeslibrary]

Movie Night Abandonment

Pairing: Janus x Remus, platonic moxiety implied Genre: Hurt/Comfort Tags/Warnings: selfharm (cutting), kissing, toxic creativitwins, Janus needs a hug and gets one Summary: Janus feels sad over not being invited to the weekly movie night, Remus fixes it.

Janus closed his bedroom door after stepping inside and sighed, frustrated. The others had a movie night, and didnt invite him? They invited Remus! But not him? Why was he even surprised. Of course they didnt invite him. He was Deceit. He was the lord of lies. No wonder they didnt invite him. He still wasn't welcome. Go figure.

He removed his hat, set it on his dresser amongst piles of books, and strode over to his bed. He flopped down onto it and let out another sigh. “Do they really not care about me?” Janus muttered aloud to himself. He scoffed to himself “Of course they don't…” He wanted to be mad, he really did but he couldn't ignore the stinging pain in his heart. He sat up and looked down at his covered arms, humming quietly. He knew he shouldn't, he made a promise to Remus, But just a few couldn't hurt, right? Janus swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood, walking into the bathroom connected to his room.

He rolled up his sleeves as he walked and opened the cabinet above the sink, grabbing his blood-stained razor. He closed and locked the door and put the toilet lid down, sitting on top of it. He took a breath and put the razor to his wrist, which was already littered with scars, and pressed down, swiping it across his arm. He reached over to grab a tissue and place it on his thigh to catch any fallen drops of blood. He looked down at his arm and smiled at the blood flowing out of the wound.

He made a few cuts alongside the first and patted it dry with a tissue, tossing it into the trash after. Now feeling much better, Janus stood and grabbed bandages, wrapping his arm. He rolled his sleeves back down and put his razor back in its hiding place. He sighed as he closed the cabinet before letting out a yelp at the sudden knocking on his bedroom door. “Deedee? I wanna hang out! Oh, we can dissect something and paint with its blood!” Remus giggled as he knocked on the door again “Cmoooon!!” Janus unlocked the bathroom door and walked out, opening his bedroom door. Remus grinned and quickly grabbed Janus’ arm to tug him along, said side cursing under his breath at the pain and discomfort.

Remus cocked his head like a confused puppy and looked at his arm. “Did you get hurt, Jan?” Before Remus could lift his sleeve, Janus pulled his arm away from him “No im fine.” He winced at Remus’ hurt expression as he realized. “DeeDee…Did you cut?” He took a step closer and gently took Janus’ hands in his own, squeezing them. Janus wanted to lie but he knew Remus wouldn't believe him if he tried, so he sighed and nodded, looking down. Remus frowned and pulled Janus into a hug. “Can you tell me why, baby?” Contrary to popular belief, Remus could actually be serious when he wanted to. Janus wrapped his arms around Remus tightly.

“It's stupid but…I was upset that the others didnt invite me to the movie night.” Janus admitted, feeling ashamed that he hurt himself over something so silly. Remus furrowed his brow and looked at Janus “Roman said you didnt wanna come.” Janus looked up at him with an angry expression “He never asked me.” Now it was Remus’ turn to be upset. He did want to beat Roman's ass, but he knew he couldn't leave his snake without comfort. He took a deep breath to calm himself down before pressing a kiss to Janus’ forehead. “I'll talk to him later, right now my double dee needs cuddles.” Before Janus could protest his pet name, he was being picked up and tossed onto his bed with a giggle from both him and Remus. They both knew “talking” actually meant possible violence. Remus joined him on the bed and gathered Janus up in his arms, showering his face in wet kisses. Janus let out quiet giggles and tried to cover his face to no avail. He tried to ignore the feeling of how stupid he was to have cut instead of having gone to Remus, who was making him feel much better already.

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Remus barged into his brother's room holding his morning star “Alright bitch wanna tell me why you left Janus out of movie night?” Roman looked over at him, currently painting his nails. “Remus, I did no such thing, he said he didnt wanna come.” Remus took a deep breath to calm down and leaned on the doorframe “You never even asked him, so before you can try to lie some more despite how much you berate Janus for lying, im gonna cut to the chase. We’re going to have another movie night today, and Janus is joining.” He said it in a way that left no room for argument, causing Roman to sigh.

“Fine, he can come.” “And we’re watching scooby doo.” “What, why?” “It's Janus’ favorite movie.” Roman huffed and waved Remus away “Fine fine now let me finish painting my nails.” Remus smiled and rested his morning star on his shoulder “Perfect!” He turned to leave but paused to say one more thing “And dear brother of mine, if this happens again, I won't be so nice.” Before he could listen to Roman's response, he closed the door behind him.

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Janus stood in front of his mirror in his scooby-doo onesie, nervous about being seen by the others in it. Remus walked over to him and rested his hands on Janus’ hips “You look great, Snack Mamba” Janus rolled his multicolored eyes and turned around, looking up at Remus “Are you sure im welcome?” Remus pulled Janus close to him and cupped his cheek. Softness from Remus was something only reserved for Janus. “Im sure” Janus took a deep breath and nodded, turning his head to kiss Remus’ hand. “Can you actually wear clothes this time?” Remus groaned “But wheres the fun in that!” Janus sighed “You can wear the gore onesie” Remus’ eyes lit up “Yes!” He giggled as he fist-bumped the air

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Janus took a deep breath and walked into the light sides living room in his onesie, ignoring Roman's snort and the following smack from Remus. Janus sat next to Remus who proceeded to pull him into his lap, the snake squeaking quietly before settling. He leaned back into Remus’ chest, smiling softly as the movie started. Roman was already talking about the quality, Patton was clinging to Virgil whenever something scary happened, Logan periodically commented on how it's stupid that Scooby can talk, Remus kept saying what monsters he would wanna fuck, and Janus, Janus was happy in Remus’ arms.

#fanfic #gay writing #fluff #gay mlm #dukeceit #angst #hurt/comfort #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #mlm writing #writer #writing #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #tw self harm #boys kissing

[canon-transgender-virgil]

Patton: 'I could fix him!' Oh yeah? I could accept him as he is! You don't like the murder? Grow up. The atrocities are a part of him, and I've decided they're funny.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts patton #is he talking about remus janus or virgil? #yes #implied moxiety #implied moceit #implied intruality #tw murder mention

[brother-lipsmackariah]

Virgil: Pat, you're married, right?

Patton: How did you know?

Virgil: I was at your wedding

#Patton #Virgil #Virgil and Patton #Sanders Sides #Patton Sanders #Virgil Sanders #platonic Moxiety #incorrect sanders sides #Moceit #Royality #Logicality #Intruality #Patmile #Mosleep #I mean they're implied and you choose who the husband is

[snowdice]

Best Laid Plans (Part 3/8: An Old Enemy) [Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships:  Virgil & Logan, Virgil & Patton, Virgil & Roman, Logan/Patton

Characters:

Main: Virgil, Roman

Appear: Logan, Patton

Mentioned: Remy, Emile, Janus, Remus

Summary:

Virgil (now) Sanders was once a villain vigilante kid down on his luck. After being injured helping the superhero Bluebird, he ended up being adopted by him and his husband. Logan and Patton Sanders helped Virgil in ways he didn’t even know he needed. Since then, he’s put away his persona of Shadow Caster, the strange, hard to label, super who haunted the city for a few years. Instead he’s opted for being a normal teenager and university student.

But while Logan and Patton often forgot in the midst of ice cream and movie nights and arguments about silly little things who he had been, he never had. And when worst comes to worst, Virgil will be willing to reach for a mask once again despite his fathers’ wishes and expectations.

Sometimes even the best laid plans fail.

Also I keep forgetting to put it on here, but thanks to @bilgisticallykosher, @kiapet2, and ASmallForest (on discord) for being betas!

Part 1 Part 2

Roman was unsure why something in the air felt off that night, but it did. Usually, he’d be off roving through the city as the well-renowned, spectacular, rivaled only by the likes of Bluebird himself, the glorious superhero, Prince. However, this night, urged on by some strange feeling, he decided to be a bit more discreet.

Nadir was the name he’d given the persona he was currently using, not that anyone knew that. The public didn’t know Nadir; that was rather the point. Still, it was nice to have something to separate who he was as Nadir from Prince and from Roman. Nadir would probably be classified as a vigilante (if anyone knew of him) as he acted from the shadows and as a rule didn’t cooperate with anyone let alone with the police. Though people who knew Prince might have been surprised by this fact, Roman was fine with being classed as a vigilante.

Prince often denounced vigilantes publicly and vigorously. He thought they should all stand in the light if they wanted to go against the dark mostly because he, himself, enjoyed the limelight.

Roman had always known vigilantes could be good. They could be better than heroes in many cases.

And Nadir was one.

And he was not the only vigilante out and about tonight. In fact, that might have been contributing to the off feeling that Roman had. Deceit had been out tonight, and he was out out. He was in full costume and everything.

The old vigilante wasn’t big on being seen by the public. He mostly worked silently, striking like a snake from the grass. He used to be a bit more put together in his youth, but these days when he did end up in the public eye, it was usually clearly an unplanned appearance.

90% of these fights he did in pajamas and simply used his powers to make everyone around him think he was wearing his normal costume. He was good at it too. It used to work on even Roman, until Remus had pointed out the edges to the illusion.

Remus had always been better at the Seeing power. As twins, they shared powers, but Remus had been the one to develop that power first and had taught it to Roman. So, he’d been the one to first spot that the intimidating, hardened, famous vigilante Deceit was wearing pajama pants with little cartoon lemons sporting sunglasses on them while fighting a shapeshifter.

Honestly, considering what Roman’s grandfather and mom had told them about the man (which went directly against the general public consensus regarding the vigilante), that about tracked. It was still hilarious though.

Tonight however, Deceit was not in his pajamas. He’d been making his presence known, and everyone had pretty much stayed clear of him. It was probably why the streets were so utterly quiet. Citizens in general liked Deceit these days, but they also knew to stay out of his way if he was doing something, if not because it was important then because he was prickly. Nadir had silently followed him for a bit but hadn’t been able to figure out what he was doing.

Now Roman was in a park. He thought about going back to his apartment and going to bed. Usually, he would have by now. He didn’t have any early, early classes, but he still had to be up at some point tomorrow morning. Yet, he didn’t. He continued to sit in the park in his Prince costume, but as Nadir instead of Prince.

The difference between Nadir and Prince was not a costume. In fact, Nadir had no costume, as no one ever saw him. The difference between the two was primarily which power Roman was leaning on the most at the time, though he obviously would use all of his powers when necessary, in any form.

Roman had three fairly distinct powers. There was Seeing which Roman honestly left to his brother most of the time except to give himself an edge in certain fights, superstrength which was what the public knew Prince for, and Nadir’s power: the power to not be perceived.

The first time Roman ceased to exist was the day the world almost ended three times. The first in the way that a child thinks the world is ending because they didn’t get their way; the second because it almost actually did, and the third because Roman’s own personal world got right to the edge of shattering.

The last thing Roman had ever said to his mom before she went into work as the chief of police for the last time was that he’d never forgive her. He’d gotten a wad of gum stuck in his hair and Mom had been forced to cut it out. Roman had liked his hair long because it was pretty, and Mama would always help him style it in the mornings. Roman had been lying face down on the kitchen floor, face beet red and bawling when Mom had kissed Mama and Remus goodbye and walked out of the door for the last time. Roman had refused her offered kiss.

Later that day, an organized, ruthless group of villains had attacked strategic locations across the city and the world; this attack would later be referred to as The Onslaught. It was one of the most devastating villain attacks in recent history. Their city was one of the main targets.

Three separate villains took part in the attack. From what the authorities had been able to guess afterwards, they had been trying to get something from the university. Presumably, they had not gotten whatever it was before being taken down because nothing horrible had happened from it. Bluebird had somehow figured out the attack on the city was a distraction because he’d gotten into a fight with one of the attackers at the university.

Bluebird, along with the vigilante Deceit, the police force, and a few less notable heroes and vigilantes from the time did their best to stop the attack and protect civilian lives, but it was a vicious attack and they were spread thin. A lot of people died, and a lot of people got hurt.

Including Mom.

Mom got pushed off a building.

In the hospital, Mama had been inconsolable, and the people tasked with watching her two sons had had their hands full with Remus who’d been set on destroying the hospital with his super strength in his ill-handled childhood grief. Roman had crawled under a table, curled up into a little ball, and promptly decided he wasn’t there anymore.

The universe had been cruel that day, but it had seemed to see fit to allow him that wish.

He’d watched with interest once his caretakers had finally managed to calm Remus enough so they could direct him to just tearing up paper and stuffed animals instead of walls and pipes. Then, they’d realized they didn’t know where the other twin with superstrength was. He’d listened to them panic saying again and again that he couldn’t have snuck out of the room because the door was still locked. They’d looked everywhere in the private waiting room… except under the table.

Remus had told them he’d seen Roman climb under the table, but they still hadn’t looked under the table. They’d called someone else in to look for him too, but that person had not looked under the table either. Roman hadn’t called out to them to tell them where he was.

He hadn’t wanted to come out. He hadn’t wanted them to find him. He hadn’t wanted them to even look in his direction.

So, nobody had.

Nobody had even after they’d moved Remus to a different room. Nobody had even when they’d started searching the hospital. Nobody had when there was a hospital-wide announcement on the intercom about him being missing. That had been fine with Roman.

It wasn’t until a man in a doctor’s coat had come into the room and walked over to the coffee machine in the waiting room that anything had changed. The man had looked how Roman felt in that moment. He’d looked tired and sad and a whole bunch of other jumbled things Roman couldn’t parse enough to put a name to.

He hadn’t been looking for Roman, but when he’d leaned against the counter while waiting for his coffee, he’d looked down and their eyes had met.

He’d seemed to forget about his coffee the moment he saw Roman, walking over to kneel in front of the table. He’d sat there for a long couple of moments. “Hey there, kiddo,” the man had said gently. “I’m guessing you’re the Mr. Roman Silvia everyone’s been looking for.”

Roman had nodded, hugging his knees miserably.

“Well, what are you doing under there?” the man had asked. “Doesn’t look very comfy.”

“My mom’s not okay,” he’d said instead of answering, though perhaps that was an answer on its own.

“I…” the man had said, sucking in a breath. “I know, honey.”

“I didn’t kiss her goodbye this morning, because I was mad she’d cut gum out of my hair,” Roman had divulged, sniffling, “and now she’s gonna die.”

The man had paused for a long moment, something intense flashing across his face. “I’m going to make you a deal, Roman,” he’d said after a moment. “If you can hope your mom’s going to live, then I will too. How about that?”

He hadn’t understood what the man had been promising him then. “Okay,” Roman had said.

“Okay,” the man had repeated. “Now, let’s get you back to where you need to be, and I’ll get back where I need to be.” He’d reached out a hand and Roman had taken it. He’d crawled out from under the table and let the man take him to the people who were looking for him.

He’d learned later that that man had been Dr. Sanders.

Dr. Sanders had been the one to save his mom’s life.

He hadn’t saved his mom’s legs, and she’d been asleep for almost 6 months, but he’d saved her.

Roman had learned how to use a new power that day. It had risen up inside him from a place he still didn’t quite understand. He hadn’t realized it was a power until later, but after a while he’d been able to figure out what it was and learn to control it. In truth, he was better at using it than the superstrength he and Remus had been using since before they could even walk.

It was a mental power, he would later understand, and a rare one at that because of its complexity and subtlety. He could basically put out a mental field around himself that made anyone perceiving him either pay absolute and complete attention to him or none at all. With work, he’d managed to turn it from an on and off switch to a gradient. He could make it so his teachers didn’t notice him checking his phone during class but didn’t forget he was there or make sure people paid just a bit more attention to his monologues on stage. He’d even gotten to the point where he could pick and choose who was affected and could extend his power to one or two other people as well.

When he’d started going out as Prince, the power had been useful. It was easy to sneak up on villains when their eyes slid right over him and with a couple of superstrength taps, it was all over. Or when he was helping Bluebird, he could shout ‘I’m a distraction’ and completely pull the attention of the villains they were fighting away from the other superhero so Bluebird could defeat them easier. Roman would always get a lecture about how that was not a good distraction and how it was very dangerous to draw fire like that. Roman would just shrug and say “it worked, didn’t it?” which never failed to send the man fuming.

And yet, Prince wasn’t Roman’s only alter ego who helped Bluebird with perception powers. Nadir was good at getting information. He could walk into a villain’s base, make himself a sandwich, and walk back out without any issues most of the time. Roman would often slip anything he learned to Bluebird in some way.

He wasn’t gathering or slipping Bluebird information tonight, however. In fact, he hadn’t even seen the hero today. It wasn’t unordinary to not run into him, either because they were in different places or one of them simply wasn’t out. There was nothing wrong and yet there he sat. There Nadir sat.

At least, until a human shaped mass of shadows swiftly began to pass through the park. At first, Roman ignored it, figuring it was just some normal person taking a shortcut, but he was startled when the figure moved closer and under a streetlight and the shadows remained just as thick as they had been in the dark.

It took Roman an embarrassingly long time to figure out who he was seeing. Though, to be fair to him, he was not exactly expecting to see his old nemesis taking a stroll through the park.

Yet there was no question in Roman’s mind as he stood up and started following the figure that he was looking at Shadow Caster. Roman had looked into Shadow Caster’s power after he’d first shown up on the scene 5 years ago, before Roman had even met him face to face. It was something he still did to this day when a new player appeared. He always wanted a leg up on the new villain in case he ever came face to face with them.

Shadow Caster’s powers were unique. Roman had not been able to find any accounts of someone using a shadow manipulation power other than him. Usually even with rare powers you could find something similar being used by someone, but Shadow Caster’s powers simply didn’t exist in any record Roman could find.

Yet he and his power had disappeared, seemingly for good, 3 years ago. It wasn’t strange for villains, heroes, and vigilantes to stop after a certain amount of time; most didn’t last more than a year or two. Bluebird and Deceit were exceptions to this rule. Roman himself was nearing the 5-year mark of being a hero and people were starting to take note that he might be planning to actually stick around.

Shadow Caster hadn’t left like that. He hadn’t mysteriously disappeared back into the darkness he’d come from. He'd been shot in full view of the city cameras. The last anyone had seen of him, Bluebird had been flying away with him in his arms.

It had sparked a lot of media attention and rumors. Most people had assumed he’d died; some people had assumed he’d been silently turned over to the authorities, though Roman knew for sure that had not been the case. Bluebird had come out a few months later and said the man was alive and recovering but wouldn’t be coming back onto the superhero/villain scene. He’d refused to say why. It had spurned a bit of conversation in the public, but Bluebird had ignored all of the questions posed to him about the issue. Most people trusted Bluebird enough to eventually let it go, though the question of where Shadow Caster was still cropped up every so often.

Roman hadn’t expected to ever get the answer to that question, let alone for that answer to be right here, right now.

So, Roman followed him silently out of the park and onto the mostly abandoned city streets. To his surprise, the man slowed after a while and looked around, almost like he could tell someone was following him. He turned back around and continued walking but was still going much slower and seemed twitchy. Roman decided Shadow Caster probably wasn’t going to lead him anywhere important if the villain was being this twitchy. So, Roman chose to reveal himself.

“Where did you come from?” Roman asked, making himself suddenly perceivable.

He was entertained for the first half a second by the way the man jumped and whipped around to face him. During the second half of that second, Roman was suddenly grabbed by surprisingly solid shadows and lifted off the ground. What was even more surprising was the sudden burst of light that lit up the fingertips of the man and Roman’s masked face, but nothing else.

…When did Shadow Caster get light manipulation powers? What?

After blinking, Roman took a moment to study him. The shadows still obscured his entire face despite the new light, but Roman could make out the folds of thick black fabric on his arms and what looked like jeans. He also seemed… taller? It was always hard to tell the man’s dimensions with his shadows constantly flowing every which way around him, but Roman had been up close with him in fights before and he’d always been rather short. Perhaps it was just different shoes.

“Prince?” Shadow Caster asked after a moment. His voice was different too, Roman thought. Though in truth Shadow Caster had always been rather quiet… except for when he was telling Roman to ‘fuck off.’ Speaking of, there was a strange lack of animosity in his voice considering the last time they’d seen one another, they’d been wrestling in a sand pit on a playground. Roman hadn’t gotten the sand out of his costume for months. Then again, that had been 3 years ago.

“Release me, fiend,” Roman demanded.

Shadow Caster cocked his shadow-cloaked head to the side, and the shadows slithered a bit around his waist like particularly chilly snakes. “Why?”

Roman jerked his arm with all of the strength he could muster, but the shadows simply moved with him, letting him punch the air like an idiot but not get down or anywhere near Shadow Caster. They didn’t pull taunt even when he started pulling at them and squirming with all of his might.

“Are you finished?” Shadow Caster asked after a minute.

“What the hell even is this stuff?” Roman asked. “It’s cold!”

“Want me to set you on fire?” he offered, snapping his fingers and making a flame appear for a moment.

“You have shadow manipulation, light manipulation, and fire-starting powers now?” Roman asked.

“I’m a prodigy,” he replied lazily.

“You’re not a prodigy; I’m a prodigy!”

“Say that again when your feet are on the ground.”

“Say that again when my fist hits your face.” Roman stuck out his tongue.

Shadow Caster let the shadows around his lips disperse enough so Roman could see him stick his tongue out at Roman in return. Roman stuck his tongue out harder.

Shadow Caster had the audacity to scoff. “Welp, anyway,” he drawled. “This has been fun, but I’m actually in the middle of something right now. So, see you later.” He gave Roman a two-finger salute and turned to walk away.

“You’re just going to leave me hanging in mid-air?!” Roman asked, aghast.

He waved him off over his shoulder. “They’ll fade once I’m out of range.”

“Villain,” Roman spat, though even he could acknowledge that the insult was just out of his own pettiness. The venom in his tone had more to do with keeping up appearances as Prince than any actual strong ire. Keeping him restrained until Shadow Caster was gone wasn’t exactly the epitome of evil. Yet, something about the word did make the man pause.

“I’m not actually,” he said and turned back to look at Roman. “Not tonight especially.”

“What?” Roman asked. After a couple more seconds of consideration, Shadow Caster slowly lowered Roman to his feet and the shadows retreated. Roman watched him in confusion.

“I’m not a villain anymore,” he said, “and I’m also not stupid.” He squared his shoulders, and he was… he was definitely taller, wasn’t he? “You’re allies with Bluebird, and I need all of the help I can get tonight.”

The Prince part of Roman wanted to scoff at the idea of helping Shadow Caster of all people, but Prince wasn’t all he was, and the way Shadow Caster said it gave Roman pause. The fact that he was here at all after 3 years gave Roman pause. The fact that the reason he was out was connected with Bluebird, who was the last person seen with him, gave Roman pause.

“What happened?” Roman asked.

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Part 4

Labeled Master Post.

My Masterpost.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #platonic moxiety #platonic analogical #platonic prinxiety #logicality #adriana writes #not pieces fic #labeled universe #sometimes labels shift #best laid plans #past child abuse #past child neglect #implied/referenced torture #blood and injury

[aimasup]

Oh, maybe anything with Virgil and Patton together? ovo

Virgil: My dad friend making a whole five course meal while I'm here with my spatchy-spatch ready to stir something when he needs it

Meanwhile Roman's bobby pins and Halloween hair clips keep going missing

#my art #my post #sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #anxiety sanders #patton sanders #morality sanders #platonic moxiety #romantic moxiety #implied moxiety #I don't know #meme #roman sanders is mentioned

[notaversetohedonism]

Virgil : Are you wearing makeup Pat? Where did your freckles go?

Patton : Oh they disappear in the winter haha

Virgil, notably disappointed : Oh ok

~Later~

Virgil, hitting the snow with a shovel : Give. Him. His. Freckles. Back!

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #ts patton #ts virgil #moxiety #ts anxiety #ts morality #ts moxiety #romantic moxiety #platonic moxiety #implied moxiety