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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 2 months

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On Death's Doorstep (pt 39/?)

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Word count: 1381

Rating: Teen

Pairings: familial Losleep, past Logan/ofc, minor Karrot Kings & Anxceit

Warnings: dysfunctional family dynamics, past character death, I may have killed the therapist but we’re still managing to work through some feelings, google translate Spanish

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A lot was happening in a very small amount of time and Remy suspected another move was in her future. Virgil’s dads — who were really nice — had been moved into the building and were now living in Janus’s spare room; Patton's room was still technically Roman’s spare room, but he’d been sleeping downstairs with his grandpas for the past few days. It would make more sense for them to have their own floor, besides Remy had been living in Roman’s room on Roman’s floor essentially all by herself ever since Virgil left.

Not that this really counted as living by herself, Barbra — who she wasn’t comfortable calling grandma just yet — or the twins, or Virgil’s dads were constantly popping in to check on her. Janus hadn’t been around much, and Remy knew they were up to something, but no one would tell her what it was.

She hadn’t seen Logan since the day after Virgil left, and she was perfectly content to go on not seeing him.

But all good things — not that this was very good, it was neutral at best — must come to an end, and when Remy heard at knock at the door, she found that it had been Logan.

“Remy,” Logan inclined his head, making no move to try to step past her into the apartment.

“Logan.” Maybe she was imagining it, but she thought he winced at the use of his name.

“You can’t hate me forever,” Logan stated, a faint undercurrent of anger coloring his voice.

“Wanna bet?” Remy arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. She had plenty of experience arguing with would-be father figures from arguing with Mike, Logan had no idea what he was in for.

“I did not kill you–”

“You think that’s what I’m mad about?” Remy demanded, cutting him off vehemently.

Logan frowned, attempting to push his glasses further up his nose despite the fact that they had not slipped down even a millimeter.

“I do not see any other reason for your hostility towards me.”

“Estúpido!” Remy hissed, throwing her hands up in frustration. “Completo idiota! Lo siguiente que me vas a decir es que no sabes de dónde vienen los bebés! Eres un genio, te apuesto–”

“El príncipe es estupido!” Logan interjected suddenly, completely derailing Remy’s train of thought as she struggled to figure out what that meant.

“What?”

Logan’s gaze locked on the door hinges as he actually looked embarrassed for the first time since Remy had met him.

“I–” he started, cutting himself off and starting again. “I am ashamed to admit that spoken languages have never been my strong suit, and even when I was living with your mother I never reached a level of fluency required to understand native speakers when they truly got going.”

“…so you told me that the prince is stupid?” Remy asked. Surely there was something she was missing that would make this whole interaction make sense, she just couldn’t see what it was.

“Yes,” Logan agreed and refused to elaborate further.

The two of them stood in awkward silence for a moment before Remy decided to bite the bullet.

“So what happened?” She asked. “Between you and mom, I mean.”

“Your mother, as you likely know, does not like superpowers,” Logan started slowly.

Remy nodded, her mom had never said as much — not to her anyway — but over the years she’d gotten the sense that Remy’s powers stressed her mom out quite a bit. The manner of Remy’s death probably hurt her almost as much as her actual death.

“I was well aware of that while I was dating her, but as I had no intentions of becoming either a hero or a villain, I thought… perhaps I could be an exception.” Logan was clearly deeply uncomfortable with this conversation by the way he was twitching and shifting, but he continued. “I did not tell her that I had powers. One day, a month before your third birthday, she found me using my technokinesis in my workshop. She decided to leave and take you with her.”

“And what?” Remy demanded. “You just let her go? You didn’t want me?”

“Of course I wanted you!” Logan snapped. “But your mother wanted nothing to do with me! She threatened to turn me in to the authorities should I ever try to contact her or you again.”

“For having powers?” Remy asked. “That’s not a crime.”

“For selling my technology to supervillains.”

“Oh.”

All the fight drained out of Remy then, she was still angry, but she couldn’t exactly be upset at Logan for leaving if her mom had been the one to leave him.

“Technokinesis sounds cool,” She said eventually, grimacing at the way Logan lit up at the clear opening.

“Thank you. Successful inventions do require a knowledge base to build off of, but just allowing the technology to control itself does allow for some interesting experimentation. If you don’t mind me saying, I have noticed that you’ve added some interesting technology of your own to your repertoire.”

Remy shifted in embarrassment. “Yeah well… I just reverse engineered some shit I stole off of Gemini, which… were yours, weren’t they?”

“It was indeed my ‘shit’ that you got from Roman and Remus,” Logan preened. “I have been very impressed with your engineering talents; your ability to recreate and improve upon unfamiliar technology is astounding!”

“Uh, thanks,” Remy mumbled, not quite used to this level of excitement or encouragement from a parental figure. “Is that what you wanted to talk about? My ‘engineering talents’?”

“Ah, no,” Logan shifted from excited to almost embarrassed quickly. “I– I am aware that you are uncomfortable in my presence as I am your absentee father, as it were, and a supervillain, but I would like you to move in with me. On the top floor.”

Remy narrowed her eyes. “Why?”

“For many reasons,” Logan replied, slipping into teacher-mode. “For one, you are a minor, and living by yourself would supply you with undue amounts of stress–”

“I’m seventeen,” Remy objected. “And I’m hardly living by myself.”

“For another thing,” Logan continued, heedlessly. “Janus has informed me that living with their pseudo in-laws is ‘incredibly awkward’, and moving the Flores-Sanderses and Patton to their own floor would benefit everyone involved immensely. And finally, I cannot live with my mother anymore, she is driving me up the wall, so to speak.”

“Babs?” Remy asked. “What’s wrong with Babs?”

Logan’s eyebrows twitched every time Remy called his mom “Babs”, but he declined to comment on the use of the nickname. “As I’m sure you are aware by now, my mother is clairvoyant. I do not appreciate my every thought being taken as an invitation to have a conversation. I love my mother very much, but living with her is an exhausting exercise in control.”

Remy couldn’t help the way her lips twitched into a smirk.

“It is not funny!” Logan snapped. “I am a grown man, I do not need my mother weighing in on my dietary decisions!”

“That’s rough, buddy,” Remy deadpanned.

“Do not think I don’t recognize an Avatar quote when I hear one, my brother was quite a fan of cartoons and he was very insistent that I watch that particular one with him. He said I was very much like Sokka and was adamant that there were many important lessons to be learned from the program.”

“He sounds smart,” Remy commented, well aware that the twins claimed Logan was reluctant to talk about Emile Picani.

“He was very smart,” Logan agreed with a far off look in his eyes. “His methods were unconventional, but effective nonetheless. He would have been an exceptional therapist, or anything else he set his mind to.”

Remy shifted uncomfortably, she knew what was coming, but she still couldn’t quite believe it when the words slipped past her lips. “I’ll move in with you.”

“…really?” Logan asked incredulously. “You do not need to decide right away.”

“No I– I’m sure. After all, someone needs to save you from living with your mom well into your seventies.”

“I am not in my seventies,” Logan frowned.

“Not yet,” Remy teased, relishing the way Logan’s frown deepened.

He wasn’t ‘dad’, not yet, but so far, he was a vast improvement on Mike.

~~~END~~~

It’s been three months since the last time I posted a chapter 😅 I had a two-ish month writing slump that I’ve finally managed to work through, plus

It’s the TWO YEAR anniversary of ODD!!!

ODD taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling @lost-in-thought-20 @remy-the-lemon-berry @jinxcrafter @apinkline2715 @gothfoxx @donutsarepartybagels @xoaningout @meganmoneky14 @lunatatic

#ts sanders sides #sanders sides #logan sanders #remy sanders #on death’s doorstep #superhero au #thursday writes #my writing #sanders sides fanfiction

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unknownarmageddon · 10 months

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Lads

This is a redraw of the very first Death’s Doorstep thing I drew back in 2022, which I’m too lazy to include here lmao

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas Cross belongs to Jeal Peñaloza Dust belongs to Ask-Dusttale Death’s Doosrtep (this band AU) belongs to me

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strandnreyes · 4 months

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TK came back from the brink of death and the first words out of his mouth were “hey baby” ???????????????????? whispered to his ex-boyfriend of several months??????????????? I need to think about this like I know this, I know this, but I need it to marinate for a sec because he gagged everyone with that including me

#i'm not even watching push rn why am i being attacked by these thoughts #Carlos: he doesn’t love me #TK 1 hour later: I was at death's doorstep but I’m back and the first thing I need to do is greet this man with the softest whisper of baby #tarlos

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felixfeliccis · 6 months

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You answer the door, yet no one appears to be there. Despite this you feel compelled to answer: Trick or Treat

#bro is that death at me doorstep???#no way dude

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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heyyyyyy im home 😊 (standing at the door with my shoes in my hand and last nights dress still on)

#🎀#partying with princess is a death wish i fear #this is how i turned up on the doorstep at 8am #but i’m back pardon the absence

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simspaghetti · 4 months

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Poppy got an opportunity a while ago which required her to earn §50 in tips, now that she's at level 5 of the guitar skill, she's able to complete it!

#damn gunther wish you told poppy you fancy her a little earlier in this lepacy :(#now your on deaths doorstep its too late! we couldve been rich rip #Marty Keaton #Gunther Goth #Poppy Piccolo #HIXCompletionistChallenge #Simblr #Sims 3 #Sims 3 Lepacy #TS3 #TS3 Gameplay #Piccolo Lepacy #Piccolo1

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 1 month

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On Death's Doorstep (pt 40/53?)

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Word count: 1547

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Creativitwins

Warnings: suggestive clothing, alcohol, shenanigans, crimes

~~~START~~~

“ROMAN!”

Roman jolted awake as their sibling threw themself onto his bed, causing him to bounce slightly. Remus didn’t seem to care that he’d been sleeping as she wiggled her way up until their head was on the pillow next to his.

“What?” Roman groaned, their attempts to pull the duvet over his head hampered by Remus weighing the covers down.

He used to have his own floor, so it was at least a little harder for Remus to bother them during their beauty sleep, but now he was staying in her guest room, and they could barge in whenever she wanted. Like when he was trying to sleep, for instance.

“It’s midnight,” Remus explained, as though that meant anything.

“So?” If Roman ducked a little, he could hide their face under the corner of the duvet.

“It’s our birthday.”

Oh.

Their birthday.

They’d forgotten about their birthday, what with everything else going on and all.

Roman shimmied his hand out from under the comforter and held his pinky out to their sister.

“Make a wish,” they said. She twined her own pinky with his and they both closed their eyes.

This was their tradition, to make a wish on their birthday. They didn’t know when they’d been born, so they just did it at midnight.

There were rules to the wish:

It had to be lofty — too lofty to actually achieve, at least before their next birthday, anyway.

It had to be selfish — no wasting it on anyone else.

It had to be different — no wishing for the same thing every year.

With those rules in mind, Roman closed their eyes and wished to be cast as the first gay Disney prince — his wishes were usually pretty similar every year, but he made sure they varied enough to follow the rules.

“Roman?” Remus whispered after they had spent a few minutes in silence, eyes still closed.

“Yeah?” He had almost drifted off again, but they fought to keep awake.

“Can I sleep here tonight?”

“Yeah.” They gave up on staying awake, but they thought he heard Remus whisper a thanks before they were out.

The next morning, by unspoken mutual agreement, the two got dressed in their most flamboyant clothes and took full advantage of being two of the three people who could safely leave the building by hitting the town. They always preferred to be just the two of them on their birthday, which really worked out this year as Roman highly doubted either of their friends remembered — heck, Roman had almost forgotten, he could hardly blame Janus or Logan if they had forgotten too.

The first stop on the birthday docket was their favorite cafe where their favorite baristas, a blue and pink haired woman named Jinx, was ready with their usual, plus two birthday cake pops.

“Birthday pops for the birthday twins,” Jinx laughed as Remus snatched up her order hungrily.

“Jinx, my love, I don’t know what we would do without you!” Roman pretended to swoon.

“Die miserable, I’m afraid,” Jinx shook her head in mock sadness.

“All too true!” Roman agreed. “Alas, if only I were in to women, and you attracted to men, we would be unstoppable!”

“The gods are conspiring to keep up apart!” Jinx pretended to swoon as well.

“Well if you ever get tired of flirting with Roman,” Remus rolled their eyes, having devoured their entire breakfast sandwich already. “I’m always available to be the other woman.”

“Betrayed!” Roman cried dramatically. “And by my own flesh and blood no less!”

Jinx laughed again, but valiantly attempted to sober up as another customer came through the door. “I still have to work, but you two paint the town red for me — or green, as the case may be — alright? Happy birthday.”

“Goodbye, my beloved!”

“Bye Jinx!”

The two left the cafe, and once back out in the sunlight, Roman couldn’t resist twirling and allowing their scarlet skirt to flare around them. For just a moment, their spirits soared, then reality came crashing back on him.

“We’re bad friends,” they observed glumly, the sunny weather no longer reflecting his mood.

“Nah,” Remus waved his concern off. “We can’t exactly help anyone at this stage, and lying around feeling like shit isn’t gonna help anyone at any stage.”

“You don’t feel bad that we’re treating ourselves?”

“Nope! As Janus likes to say: self-care, bitch! They’d want us to be selfish today, as long as we aren’t getting in their way — which we’re not.”

“A lot’s changed in a year.” Roman observed.

“Hmm,” Remus agreed halfheartedly. “Maybe by next year we can overthrow the government!”

“Please tell me that’s not what you wished for,” Roman begged — that sounded like a lot of work.

“Nah, it’s what I wished for last year.”

Roman stopped in his tracks to groan, but Remus kept walking, forcing Roman to rush to catch up.

The second stop in their birthday outing was an occult shoppe in the mall that sold candles that Roman liked and oddities that Remus liked. Before and after the shoppe, they did some window shopping — also known as casing the joint, a birthday wasn’t a birthday if they didn’t commit some crimes — at the surrounding stores.

In the center of the mall was a large, multileveled fountain. Roman and Remus spent over an hour and twenty-three dollars in dimes trying to outdo each other in terms of tossing coins into the fountain. Tosses were judged both on style and on distance from the fountain when the coin was tossed, bonus points were awarded depending on which level of the fountain the coin landed in. People sent them strange looks as they did this — while dressed in a flamboyant acid green bedazzled suit and a scarlet ball gown — but the twins hardly cared.

They had lunch in the mall food court before heading back to their lair in order to suit up and rob the stores they had scouted earlier in the day. Coincidentally, the mall was the same one Thomas and Nico had been abducted from; the damage had been repaired, but Roman got some satisfaction in undoing those repairs.

It was just a simple smash n’ grab, and with no heroes in the city, there wasn’t much resistance. With Dr. Frankenstein and Serpentine busy trying to infiltrate the government, the task of causing chaos throughout the city fell mostly on Gemini’s shoulders (there were other villains too, but Roman found most of them to be pompous jackasses not worth collaborating with), and petty crimes like robbing stores in the mall were encouraged. Roman ended up taking home a gorgeous ruby necklace that he would, unfortunately, have to be an idiot to wear in public any time soon; Remus got a large, glittering skull ring that she insisted on naming Yorick.

They returned to their lair to stash their ill-gotten gains before returning to Remus’s their shared floor to pull off their third wardrobe change of the day. After grabbing a quick dinner at one of the food trucks that hung around the park, their final destination of day would be The Wrecking Ball, so Roman put on a pair of red booty shorts, a white mesh cut out top, leather harness, and a pair of white leather Prada boots he’d recently lifted.

They met Remus, now wearing a pair of baggy black cargo pants, adorned with dozens of chains and spikes, six inch platforms, a thick leather collar, and a green crop-top that said in glittering letters WHORE, back in the living room, and the two set out.

The bar was packed by the time they arrived, the music blaring so loud that they could hardly think, their ears throbbing from the vibrations. The dance floor was packed, drinks sloshing wildly as bodies collided against each other to the beat — the DJ was keeping the energy pulsing, mixing Cher into Kylie Minogue into Britney and beyond. It didn’t take the twins long to find some marks to sucker into buying them drinks — a vodka cran for Roman, and a Dirty Shirley for Remus — before they abandoned their new suitors and hit the dance floor.

They lost themselves in the beat, pickpocketing the occasional unsuspecting victim but predominantly just enjoying themselves, grinding against strangers and screaming the lyrics to Barbie Girl. Their drinks never ran empty — the club was packed and it was all too easy to bat their eyes and obtain another one. Roman felt like a prince when the DJ mixed Happy Birthday into the set-list for them, and he certainly auditioned plenty of handsome strangers for the role of prince charming.

Roman wasn’t sure when it was that they managed to drag themselves back home, but even as exhausted as he was, they couldn’t help but notice a folded paper card lying on the kitchen island.

Happy 23rd Birthday -Janus 🐍

Happy Birthday. There is a cake in your fridge, my apologies for not remembering sooner. Regards, Logan

Roman smiled and placed the card back on the counter. The cake could wait until tomorrow, when they could have their friends around them, and Patton, and Remy, Babs, Thomas, Nico. And maybe soon they could have another cake to share with Virgil…

For now though, it was time for bed.

~~~END~~~

Full disclosure, I did not write the clubbing scene because that is something I don’t know anything other than theory (I’m not a fan of loud, crowded places), my friend wrote that.

While I was waiting for my friend to read this chapter and fill in the club scene, I wrote the next chapter, so you’ll get that pretty soon :)

ODD taglist:

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #creativitwins #logan sanders #janus sanders #on death’s doorstep #superhero au #thursday writes #my writing #sanders sides fanfiction

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deusvmachina · 6 months

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Imagine if V had given So Mi her signature jacket after carrying her into the space pod. A reminder of V, of the woman who fought like hell by her side and made the selfless choice of saving So Mi instead of herself. The woman who made enemies with the president/FIA just to make sure she made it out alive, made sure she never had to be kept caged by anyone ever again. And think about it, V has killed people for a lot less—especially people who have hazed her before.

#songv #my heart is in ruins over these two #i went with killing moon first then somewhat damaged #back to killing moon with a deep love for their bond #the only negative thing pple keep pointing out is that so mi lied to v the whole time #but i believe so mi would have tried to find a way to help v once she wasn't on death's doorstep herself

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gooperts-gunk · 7 months

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im a q!bbh pov-er but for some godforsaken reason im the only person in chat that missed what "THE ROOM" is. i am on my knees begging, a sniper has it's sights on me, i need to know what he means by 'the room' does he mean like the hall of grim??? was he working on it off-stream and now he's like 'nuh uh, im not going in there, there's a secret secret'??? chatters backseat me NOW

EDIT: WAIT NONE OF US KNOW?!?!?!? BBH CHAT GAVE ME THE IMPRESSION THAT LIKE......?? EVEN YESTERDAY, IT FELT LIKE CHAT KNEW........?? HUH???? when did this rapscallion little gremlin muffin DEROGATORY first mention '''the room''' WHY ARE WE NOT "HUH"-ING ABOUT IT???? HUH????

#goopert talks qsmp #qsmp #this is a life or death situation (joking) you need to tell me #already ordering a coffin from dapper & co in advance #expecting a little top hatted egg to deliver it to my doorstep by tomorrow morning i ordered it as 1-day delivery #NOT DRAMATIC AT ALL. lul

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tearlessrain · 2 years

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I think of all the approximate categories of animal, fish are unbeatable in terms of how much it would suck ass to be one. you’re basically the most edible creature on god’s earth and literally everything else wants in on that. like yeah everything eats everything but at least if you’re a bird that lives in the sky you mainly just have to worry about being eaten by other things that are in the sky, but fish? other fish are only the beginning of your problems. not only does everything in the ocean that’s bigger than you want to eat you, so do most things on land given half a chance. there are things in the sky that evolved specifically to come all the way down just to eat you. and you don’t even have arms to punch any of them with you just kinda have to sit there going :o as you’re carried away into the beyond. you have no limbs at all, in fact, so if you ever leave the water you can’t even get back to it like, if something that’s not supposed to be in the water gets in the water it can at least try to swim to shore and get out, but fish are just like “guess I’ll die.” pour one out for fish. they did not ask for this.

#I live on this little inlet that at low tide pretty much becomes a mud flat with a small stream going through the middle #and every day at low tide at this time of year a bunch of salmon get stranded in that stream #and I have to watch them desperately try and thrash their way to deeper water while halfway out of the stream as the sun beats down on them #and seagulls crowd around waiting for them to get tired enough to eat them without too much resistance #and every day I root for them even though unlike them I can see how far the inlet goes and I know they'll never make it #it's existentially horrifying but I too tried to get out there to eat one before I realized I couldn't traverse the mud #and also had no place/means to effectively clean a huge fish #to be clear I wasn't gonna just wade out there and bite into one like smeagol I was gonna bring it back and cook it #I mean I love me some raw salmon but parasites and all that #but as bad as I feel for the slow and agonizing deaths happening every day out there #I am also pained by the fact that the most delicious animal on earth throws itself on my doorstep to die every day #and I can't quite get to it #I feel no guilt over this because I would frankly give any salmon I caught a much more merciful death than the seagulls and sun do

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beentobeetle · 7 months

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