#originally I pictured Virgil singing it

[iseesound]

𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃! 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨, “҉T҉r҉a҉n҉s҉c҉e҉n҉d҉“҉

Aired 01.26.23

Featuring music from Lauren Auder, Alice Coltrane, FKA Twigs, and more. Listen on Spotify and Apple Music.

I first made this set as a test run for the Listening Party events I wanted to do at UIC’s School of Design. With the intention to play it right after students got out of class, I chose to begin with “in god’s childlike hands” by Lauren Auder. Which I first heard play in Virgil Abloh’s last show for LV. This song builds up perfectly, the instruments slowly building up, mimicking an almost alien like forest coming into view, (reminds me of Bjork’s Utopia), I found it fitting that the ‘siren’ that starts around the 2:30 mark almost resembles a police siren, seeing how UIC is in the city.

The next three songs, are a part of what I like to call a ‘run’, where I let the songs play without introduction. “Hyperballad” by Bjork, “Cicada,” by Sega Bodega, and “How Does It Feel,” by Pharrel Williams. These three songs have very similar beats, where it almost sounds as if its reverbing in on itself. (In my head I picture it as the sound bounces off the walls of a narrow hallway.) They transition into each other pretty well despite the difference in genre and overall sounds.

Originally White Willow Bark” by MF DOOM was meant to be an interlude to allow me to explain the set’s overall theme, I did in fact forget when it came to the actual show. However, this interlude does serve to help cut into a different sound. While choosing the music for the set, I kept in mind, what “transcend” meant to me in terms of music. It could mean synths, psychadelia, techno, jazz, hypnotic or grandiose. Listening to “Windowlicker”, specifically A.G Cook’s cover I was immediately impressed at the level of complexity its made with. (Hypnotic techno, smells like sangria). I knew I had to incorporate it somehow. From 4:50, the song is so chaotic its amazing how it doesn’t get muddy, A.G Cook is. a. genius.

The next run in this set is quiet long, “home with you,” by FKA Twigs, “Love’s the Only Way,” by Cage The Elephant, and “Journey into Satchidanada,” by Alice Coltrane and Pharoah Sanders. The perfect example of the beauty that is the Spotify Crossfade. There is no way I would have ever come across this if it hadn’t been for my friend’s suggestion of Cage The Elephant, it was almost by mere coincidence that the two were together in the early draft of the set. “home with you” has these beautiful flutes playing at the end that call back to “in god’s child like hands”. The way it ends, and transitions to “Love’s the Only Way” almost makes it sound as if it were the same song for a moment. If it hadn’t been for the collaboration between Online Ceramics and Alice Coltrane I would have never been introduced to the world of psychedelic jazz that she had created. Her music is incredibly immersive and has a world-building quality to it.

The final run, is made up of “Lucy in The Sky With Diamonds,” by The Beatles, “For Sale?,” by Kendrick Lamar, and “Frosti,” by Bjork (again, yes). Transitioning from Alice Coltrane into The Beatles seemed incredibly fitting, both songs are gorgeous examples of immersive psychadelia, (and both have long titles, jeez). I remember sitting in my 7th grade health class and hearing “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” for the first time, reading the lyrics, and having a discussion on LSD right after and its effects. I don’t remember much of the discussion, I do however remember going home and listening to the song over and over again. “For Sale,” being placed right after “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” the groovy synths and the reverb in the song, along with the references of Lucy over and over, it sounds as if Kendrick is talking about the same Lucy The Beatles sing about. The chime that plays at the end perfectly transitions into the music box that plays in “Frosti,” which comes from Bjork’s album “Vespertine,” which serves as an interlude. Two interludes placed right after the other, who would have thought they would work so well.

The final two songs, I feel, serve as a conclusion, restating the sonic themes from the set. “Bliss,” by Yung Lean and FKA Twigs, (yep, again) and “Falaise,” by Floating Points. With the repeating guitar, the chime, layered with Twigs’s ethereal vocals, along with the lyrics “and I’m seeing sounds.” “Bliss” was the perfect song to close the show. However, there was still time left for me to play one more song. I discovered “Falaise,” on a random spotify playlist one day. It became one of my favorite songs. (It wasn’t until later I would learn the Virgil also used this song in his FW 22 show in Bangkok.) With its hypnotic rhythms, filled with flutes resembling Auder’s “in god’s childlike hands,” the song ends the set with a grandiose transcendental finale.

#fka twigs #yung lean #virgil abloh #falaise #Spotify #apple music #playlist #music #audiophile #sega bodega #arca #cage the elephant #alice coltrane #psychadelia #psychadelic #jazz #a. g. cook #bjork #mf doom #kendrick lamar #pharrell williams #synethesia #radiostation #internet radio #radio #college radio

[northlight14]

‘Answer 36’ from 36 questions as an anxeit song

#virgil sanders #janus sanders #anxeit #originally I pictured Virgil singing it #but I think it could work as Janus singing it as well #or maybe them both singing it as a duet? idk

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Family Cuddle Pile

a/n: I actually wrote this a while ago but it was perfect for the request. Theirs like, no content for this ship an I love it so much! Thank you for reading :) @arodynamic-enby

Pairings: romantic Anxceitmus and kid!Patton also super background Logince

Warnings: tattoos, less than ideal parent mentions, food mention, and light cursing

Word count: 1,844 

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Remus flopped out of bed, throwing his body carelessly across the room. He hastily threw on his clothes. Short shorts, ripped fishnets, a vest that was more patches than original material, really big clunky shoes, and a ripped up band-t. He also hooked his favorite bone earrings in his tattered earlobes. 

He stomped into his apartment’s kitchen. He grabbed a stale piece of bread he soaked it in coffee. Yawned and grabbed his bag, racing out the door. 

His brother was waiting for him at the tattoo shop, sketching a new idea. Unlike him, Roman only had a few tattoos, including not one, not two, not three… but three Disney quotes, a frog on a mushroom, a rose on his arm, and a constellation. Most of his tattoos were covered by tasteful burgundy overalls and a white button-down shirt.

Remus’ tattoos were also mostly covered by his clothes. But he had a tattoo sleeve depicting the garden of Eden, a matching frog on a mushroom, a quote from one of Roman’s books, medically accurate bone structures on his hand, a realistic spider on his neck, and a snake wrapping around his non-sleeved arm. And those were just the visible ones. 

Suffice to say, the twins were very different. 

Remus threw his bag onto the floor in the backroom, “Ro, when’s the first appointment!!” he yelled. “Your’s? At 11. FYI, Jan n’ Pat are coming over at 12, for motivation” Remus smiled, fuckin’ superb. 

He busied himself in collecting the ink and preparing the tattoo gun. The client wanted a fucking orange on their wrist, it should only take an hour or two but Remus was not excited to do a frickin’ orange circle. 

The prissy orange bitch came in and Remus got to work. They didn’t move much and only cried a little bit when the needle started jabbing at their skin. Remus liked this part of the process, stabbing people consensually was his favorite thing ever… also the art part but stabbing people!

Almost exactly an hour later the door jingled open. “Dada!!” a tiny voice called back into the store. “I’ll be there in a minute patty-cake” Remus called from his spot hunched over the client's arm.

He added the final touches to the fruit and helped the orange bitch off the chair. Roman swept the client away, Remus practically ran to greet his partner and son.

Janus wore a leather corset over a black collared shirt and baggy pants, their long platinum hair framed their face under their signature hat. They were holding hands with a toddler wearing mostly pink and blue, his blond hair (that matched Janus’) was a mop of curls barely held together by a few butterfly clips. 

“Dada, Dada!!! I got you a flower” the little boy cried, letting go of Janus’ hand and stumbling towards the tall man who scooped him up. Patton giggled and held out a sweaty flower clenched in his chubby fist. 

Remus accepted the flower with a gasp, ”this is really for me?” he said joyfully. Adjusting the small boy in his arms Remus turned towards Janus who was looking at the pair with a disgustingly sappy expression. 

“What are you lookin’ at hot stuff?” Remus teased. “Shut it you,” Janus said, pressing a kiss to Remus’ check. Patton made a noise, “icky” he said pushing Janus away. They laughed, “yes darling, we’re very icky”. 

“When’s verge-“

“he’ll be home at 4” 

“Dope”

“Stop by the Sleepy Café before you bring Pat to the apartment?”

“Can do scootal-lo!” 

Remus turned back to the little boy in his arms, “looks like you're stuck with me squirt”. Patton beamed and snuggled into Remus’ chest. Janus smiled again, “I’ll see you, boys, at dinner,” they said, ruffling Pat's hair and peaking Remus on the lips quickly so as to not upset the toddler. “Bye-bye Janny!!” Patton called after Janus as they left for work. 

“Righty-o,” Remus said, carrying Patton into the back room. “I know Ro’s got a couple coloring books, wanna do those for a bit?” Patton nodded and reached towards the ground to be put down. Remus plopped Patton on the couch and pulled out the book and pens as well as a sketchbook off his own. They sat together coloring and drawing until Roman came back to hug Patton. 

“Ah, my favorite nephew!” Roman said, scooping up the little boy. Patton laughed and pulled Roman’s hair. “Roro, can I color your arm pictures??” he asked, pointing to Roman’s rose tattoo. Roman plopped the toddler back down on the couch and handed him a pen. 

Patton went to work on the rose, scribbling reds and pinks and greens across his arm. Roman gave him complements each time Patton paused, and each time Patton shushed him and went back to work. Remus finished up his sketch, adding it to the pile of tattoo ideas they were eventually going to put up-front, and sat next to the toddler. 

“That’s really good pat-” 

“Shhhhhhhh”

Remus nodded and mimed zipping his lips. He liked spending time with the kid. They weren’t biologically related but who gives a fuck about blood, unless it’s outside of your body, then it’s fun. 

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“I don’ wanna” Patton wined his dad sighed “I know bubbles but we gotta go home to Papa and Janny, isn’t that fun” Patton considered this, “but Roro’s pretty arm picture” he argued. Remus scratched the back of his neck, “Pffffff- Ummm, how about this, we go home now and I’ll take you back to the shop tomorrow after pre-school” 

Patton brightened considerably, “ok” he chirped. “up please” the toddler’s chubby hands reached towards Remus who obediently scooped him up with a coo. After all who was he to say no to uppy hands. 

“See ya tomorrow, have fun on your date with the nerd” Remus sang as he snatched his bag juggling the still fussy Patton in his other arm. “Fu- Frick off Re. Say hi to your partners for me,” Romans said affectionately and waved as his twin left the building. 

Remus happily trotted out into the road. The tattoo shop was located on a quaint little street in the more commercial segment of their town only a short walk from Janus’ job. 

A light drizzle floated around them and the air was warm and comforting. Patton squealed as a large drop of water hit him in the head, prompting a laugh from Remus.

A jingle sounded through the peaceful cafe, the brown room was illuminated by those cool old fashion lights and a lovely array of pastries made the air smell of chocolate and blueberry scones. But the scones, as delicious as they were, weren’t the snack Remus was here for

“Hey babe- Remus why are you soaking wet”

“Puddle” Patton screeched. 

“Kid’s right, Puddle.”

Janus pinched their eyebrows, “ya know what, I’m not even surprised anymore. Just make sure Patton doesn’t catch a cold” they scolded. 

Remus nodded and saluted in mock seriousness, “yes captain” he said and pressed a kiss to Janus’ face over the cash register, “I’ll see ya in a bit” Remus grinned and led Patton back out of the cafe. 

Janus sighed lovingly as they watched their boyfriend and son turn to cross the street, Patton’s hand clasped around Remus’ happily. “Stop looking so happy, you're scaring the customers” Remy teased from across the counter. “Ha, Ha,” Janus glared and went back to work” 

Janus’ apartment was a cute two-bedroom space on the fourth floor of the building. The furniture was an interesting combo of vintage and things from the side of the road. The vintage parts came from their parent’s house, their father had died two years after Janus’ had run away and hadn’t thought to write them out of the will. 

The three of them had made a date out of customizing the few pieces that Janus wanted to keep. The customization mainly included darkening everything and adding more gothic touches. Virgil had done the fabrics, Remus the painting, and Janus moral support/ director. 

The three partners had also painted the kitchen/dining room/living room black with one yellow wall. Janus and Virgil’s room was dark purple instead of black with highlights in the same yellow. Patton’s room was the only one that didn’t  look marginally like a cave. 

The walls were a cream-yellow that lit up in the morning sunlight. After Janus announced that they were going to have a baby Remus had spent three hours painting the grey ceiling with white fluffy clouds. It was one of his favorite projects. 

Patton of course had no regard for the work put into the entirety of his home and was the usual menace of a toddler. And today a toddler with cheerios, truly a sight even god would tremble before. 

Remus plopped down next to Patton who was pushing cheerios around his highchair tray with an intense focus. He smiled at the little boy and flicked on the tv, “got any requests pip-squeak?” Remus asked. Patton looked thoughtful, “dead lady!!” he cried excitedly hitting the tray with his fists, cheerios flew everywhere. Remus nodded, understanding, “Corpse bride coming up!” he picked a few cheerios from the couch “you really are Verge’s kid” 

When Janus got home Patton was curled up on Remus’s chest. Both slept soundly despite the dead folk on the screen in front of them singing about the wedding. 

Janus smiled, their family was fucking adorable. They slipped off their shoes and snuggled up into Remus who hummed happily and pulled Janus into the hug still asleep. 

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Three hours later Virgil trudged up the four flights of stairs huffing indignantly with each step. Of course, he could take the elevator… but it might break down and he would be stuck for hours. Or someone could get into the elevator with him and he would have to interact with a stranger. So stairs it was. 

He rummaged around his baggy hoodie, running his fingers through his dark purple hair in annoyance when he couldn’t find the key. Once he found it Virgil carefully (as he did everything) opened the apartment door. His combat books clunked satisfyingly against the hardwood floors as he entered his house. Virgil felt the tension leave his muscles, he was home. He glanced across the room, looking for his family. 

Virgil’s face lit up like a god damned Christmas tree. 

Across the room, both his partners and his son were curled up sleeping happily. Drool covered Remus’ face and Janus was snoring, they were the most precious thing Virgil had seen all freakin day. 

The three of them woke as Virgil wrapped his arms around them, Patton squealed in excitement. “Hello, darling” Janus mumbled sleepily into Virgil’s arm. Remus just groaned and nestled into the hug. The toddler wriggled between his dads squealing profusely. “Shhh, s’ sleepy time” Remus mumbled, rolling deeper into the cuddle pile and shutting Patton up. 

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his partner’s cheek. “Mmm, love you” they purred. “Love you too Jan,” Virgil said, nestling his face in their neck. Virgil knew he would have to start dinner soon but that could wait, for now, cuddles.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #anxceitmus #ts anxceitmus #familial anxceitmus #kid!patton #anxceit #ts anxceit #dukexiety #ts dukexiety #ts dukeceit #dukeceit #demus #ts demus #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #roman sanders #logince #ts logince #ts patton #ts virgil #ts remus #ts janus #ts roman #found family #parental moxiety #platonic creativitwins #requests

[lovelivingmydreams]

My king au headcannon Part two

So this is the follow up to this post  Which is a headcanon for this au created by @rondoel Enjoy!

Something to think about The king was meditating. He was trying to familiarize himself with the mindscape again, get a better feeling of it and see what his halves had done since the split. He was sorely disappointed. There were pages upon pages of ideas, but he found no evidence of them in the fantasy realm. No traces of the epic quests the ‘light’ half had envisioned, despite how well worked out they appeared. An ‘Ultimate Storytime’ should have left traces in the kingdom. Remus at least lived out his ideas even if they were only ever half formed and lacked substance beyond the initial impulse that brought them about. The results of these outbursts weren’t all that impressive either. He didn’t examine the ideas too closely. Obviously his perfectionistic half had abandoned them for a reason and so they weren’t worth his time. The one named Roman had spent some time in the fantasy realm, but he didn’t considered it his main duty. Instead he’d wasted time on crafting ‘ideas’ and ‘bonding’ with the others. Even the impulsive Remus had prioritized interacting with Deceit over expressing himself. Disgusting. Not that he could truly fault either of his halves. Other than his purpose every trace of him had been purged from their minds during the split. They hadn’t known to distrust the others the way he knew they should’ve. Obviously the others were to blame for all this.

As he thought of them he could feel his minister’s energy surging and subsiding in subtle burst and raging waves. One of Roman’s nickname for him ‘Stormy Knight’ seemed to suit the boy quite well at the moment. The minister was mostly alone, aside from morality. Someone had to babysit him he supposed. Suddenly he became aware of music… something strange yet familiar. “Disney. Medley.” A faint memory offered him. He remembered Disney. It was his aspiration to create worlds and adventures just as amazing for Thomas to escape to when the real world inevitably bored him. Clearly he hadn’t been gone long enough for that to change. Though he didn’t recognize the melody that was currently playing, even though he could tell that it wasn’t something obscure and nearly forgotten to Thomas. The entire imagination responded to the melody as if it was an old friend. Almost as if it was born here even. There were voices singing, a magnificent harmony. Powerful and foreboding. He followed the sound of the voices and soon saw a structure appear. As he approached he found it was a massive statue expertly carved from marble. Center stage stood a figure he recognized as Thomas holding his hands in front of him to form a heart. A brilliant smile on his face. It was heartwarming to see his boy like that. To Thomas’ left stood grown Morality with one arm thrown over his shoulder and another pulling the hooded side, Anxiety, his minister, into the group. The young side allowed it with a small smirk and gentle eyes directed at their protégé. On Thomas’ right stood Logic, a steady hand on the boy’s shoulder as he adjusted his glasses, which did not conceal the fond look on the man’s face. On Logic’s right stood Deceit, his back slightly turned to the rest and adjusting his hat, but also with a soft, caring expression gracing his features. Then right behind Thomas, standing slightly taller than they would have in reality, seemingly standing on a stage behind the group, but close enough to still be part of the ensemble, was him. Or the two sides that had been him for a while. Roman looked regal and was posing as though he had not a care in the world, his eyes proudly overseeing his subjects. Not minding the presence of Remus who was hanging of his ‘brother’s’ shoulders and making a face. It was an idyllic picture that never was and now never could be. There was beauty in it’s tragic impossibility. At the feet of the stone depictions were stone letters. Fam in cursive and then in big bold lines ILY. And leaning against the L was the minister, singing the song that had lured King away from his meditation. The shadows around him were aiding in his musical endeavor drifting around him and the statue. King took in the marvel once more, wondering how the nervous side had managed to create such a blessing with what should’ve been a cruel curse for at least a few more days before King would grant the young one his council and guidance. He hadn’t enjoyed being cruel to him. Not entirely. Sure, he had opposed creativity in the past and deserved to be disciplined. But king also knew how integral he was to the process. Roman’s discoveries regarding that weren’t lost to him. He couldn’t silence Anxiety completely. He would not get Thomas to go on adventures at all if he did so. But he had to teach him his place now, before he got any ideas of fighting him. The minister had been about to try just that and might have been successful too if he’d gone all out at once. But luckily he seemed unaware of his own abilities, or at least unwilling to use them on what he still thought to be the twins he’d known all his life. Alas he’d never get the opportunity again. “It all can be sold!” the shadows chorused around the teen-like side, captivating baby Morality with their movements as the little one clutched to the dark uniform and distracting King from his musings. “As a specimen yes I’m intimidating!” One voice continued, drifting around the side who was swaying to the music playing in his headphones with his eyes closed, holding onto Morality and then the dark clad side sang himself. “You can blame my friends on the ooootheeeer siiiiiiiiiide.” And just like that the shadows dispersed. Mostly anyway. They still swirled around the minister, but they were more of a dark aura than when they originally manifested. Anxiety seemed to be in better spirits than when he came to offer his ridiculous apology to Roman. King barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the memory. What a waste of time. Still it had been sincere, at least it seemed to be. And King wasn’t completely insensitive. He could understand that it would be hard for this young one to let go of his halves when he had never known them as one. Perhaps, King could cut him a little slack. Though he would have to remain vigilant… Hmmm, why did that word feel so odd when thinking about… Right, Virgil. Everyone had names now. Not that he cared much for those. Names were too… Names were for friends, allies. He didn’t need a name, nor did his subjects. Lest any of them forget who was in charge. King wouldn’t. Never again. The infant noticed that they were no longer alone in the room and tugged at Anxiety’s hair to get his attention. In response Thomas’ guardian pulled off his headphones and looked down at the heart. “What’s wrong popstar… or… Well, doesn’t really fit right now I guess,” Anxiety chuckled a little sadly. “Guess I’m more the dad now than you, huh?” he mused. “When this is all over, I promise I’ll never complain about you treating me like your kid again.” There was an uneasiness forming in King’s stomach. Anxiety was close with Morality, both Roman and Remus remembered that. But… how close was Morality with Anxiety? King knew that their ‘moral compass’ could be as two faced as Deceit. No, this could be part of an elaborate plan to gain his trust, he’d fallen for it once before. And of course they’d send Anxiety to do their dirty work now that all of them had already shown him their true colors. Little Morality pointed at King and Anxiety looked up, curious at first and then his eyes widened in fear. He put the child behind him and stood in a strange mixture of a respectful bow and a defensive stance. Arms slightly spread to shield his friend and head raised so he didn’t quite let his eyes leave King’s frame. “I…I’m sorry if I was too loud,” Anxiety offered with trembling voice, assuming he’d angered his king someway. Good. King approached, not sure if he was in the mood to scold or to praise just yet, but stopped about three steps in front of Anxiety as his foot hit something. He looked down and saw that the floor surrounding his minister was covered in sketches. He looked up at Anxiety with a raised brow, curious to hear what had brought on this little storm of creativity. And he found him staring at the sketches around them in horror. Then he seemingly felt the structure behind him, he turned and looked up in horror, trembling even harder. He looked back at King with wide eyes. “I…I didn’t mean to…” he started. “Then I look forward to see what you create for me when you intend to do so young one,” King mutters calmly, as he bids one of the drawings to come to his hand. As far as he can tell it’s two children playing in a forest. “Tell me about this one boy,” he instructs as he shows Anxiety the drawing. The side takes the sketch with a frown and looks at it for a moment before a small smile of recognition appears on his face. “I’d manifested for about two months. Remus felt it was about time I came on an adventure,” he starts explaining, and as he does the drawing rises up and gains colors and details that weren’t there before. Anxiety didn’t seem to notice, too captivated by his own memory as he described how freaked out he was by the forest and all its creepy creatures. Remus never let a single one touch him though. Still, it was stressful for him and he didn’t come along as often as Remus would like. The painting showed two preteens, Remus and Anxiety, the later clutching a comfort item, pillow or blanket, King wasn’t sure, maybe it was a stuffed animal. They were running around and laughing. But in their shadows Anxiety was curled up in a ball and Remus was making a gesture as if he’d just popped out and screamed ‘boo’. A lovely memory with a shadow side. But that was the nicest thing Anxiety could create with the power King had granted. Once the story was done and the painting finished, King snapped his fingers and conjured a dark wooden frame with a vine pattern around it and hung it on a non-existent wall. “I’m sorry, I know you said to get rid of the feelings, but I… I can’t… I always mess up like this please I…” Anxiety flinched when King reached out for him. Curling into himself, expecting another curse or some other punishment perhaps. Which is probably why his posture relaxed and his face was overcome with confused surprise when all he received was a brief pat on his hair. “You may not have gotten rid of those feelings but you did something even better,” King laid a hand on Anxiety’s shoulder and looked down on him. “You made something out of them. I am very pleased with you,” he informed his disciple. Anxiety looked up at him confused. “Really?” he asked, his voice breaking over the single word. Before King could answer, a displeased cooing pulled Anxiety’s attention away. He turned around and picked up the infant who immediately latched onto his neck and stared at King over his shoulder. Clearly the infant retained enough of Morality’s adult thoughts to be wary of him. Good it wouldn’t be a proper curse if the traitor wasn’t aware of the danger King posed to him and his precious family. King grinned menacingly at Morality, hoping it’d confirm the child’s worst fears about his intentions for who he apparently considered a son. What could be worse than agonizing over the fact that your sins would result in an innocent paying for them? For that innocent to be your child of course. “Please Pat, behave alright?” Anxiety muttered as he got up and turned back to the king. “Sorry… Your majesty. He’s a bit clingy,” the young man offered nervously. “Not your fault. I don’t quite understand why Logic and Deceit would leave the care for such a fussy child to their youngest.” Not quite true, King could perfectly see how they thought they had to concentrate on finding a weapon against him that they hadn’t tried already. But still. One would think that the two oldest should be in charge of protecting both their young ones, instead of letting them wander off into the territory of their enemy. If Anxiety had failed to entertain him with his tale, who knows what he would’ve done to amuse himself during this second visit? Maybe he’d put morality in a bit of a dilemma… He might still do so if he ever needed for Anxiety to see that his ‘dad’ didn’t love him as much as he always claimed. “Taking care of him keeps my mind occupied. I don’t want to give Thomas nightmares or anxiety attacks. He doesn’t deserve to suffer for our messes,” Anxiety explained. King might be mistaken, but that almost sounded accusatory. He elected to ignore it. Once his rule was properly reestablished, he could revisit the subject if at all necessary, which he doubted. “Well, creating art seems to do the trick just as well,” he mused as he called forth another picture. Anxiety guessed what he wanted, looked at the picture and started to talk about the movie night and a popcorn fight, then a duel with cardboard swords and laughing about memories of middle school. The colors once again revealed a pleasant day, with a shadow of self-doubt and fear of abandonment. The shadows showed Anxiety pleading on his knees while Roman threatened him with a sword. This time the frame King made was golden and held roses. “C…Can I ask something milord,” Anxiety asked timidly. “Questions are always welcomed in the realm of creativity,” King decreed. Questions created possibilities. “What happened? Before the split I mean? The other’s won’t ever tell me.” That surprised King. And from the way Morality stiffened, he had to assume it was the truth. They’d really not taken the chance to sway Anxiety’s opinion in their favor? For a moment he considers spinning a grand tale of betrayal and heartbreak, but he found the very thought of recalling the details of the events leading up to the split… unpleasant. “I trusted them and they turned against me because they disagreed with my vision for Thomas,” he informed Anxiety calmly, hoping it was enough for now. “I’m sorry. That… That is terrible,” he whispered hugging Morality closer. The young minister couldn’t see it but there were tears in Morality’s eyes. Which pleased King. Let the bespectacled traitor be afraid this may end up being the last hug he’ll ever receive from his precious Anxiety. Was this why they didn’t tell him? Because they knew that there was no spin they could give to their deeds that wouldn’t destroy the trust they’d built with the one among them who already feared being betrayed. “I… It was a long time ago. I think… Logan seemed very ashamed of what happened. Even Janus seems to feel bad. I’m sure… can’t we all…” Anxiety struggled to express his desires, but a new drawing showed what he wanted. King and Logic shaking hands amidst the others, all back to normal and smiling relieved. Faint shadows of Roman and Remus with an arm around one another’s shoulders right behind King. The fact that his minister’s powers had conjured it showed that the desire felt impossible. King dismissed this drawing in favor of another. Anxiety sighed, accepting that the subject was finished, and continued to regale him with stories of the twins. Sometimes it was a sad memory where the shadows revealed his care and worry for them both. Like a fight over a failed audition where shadow Anxiety was trying to patch up shadow Roman. Or a fight about a nightmare where the shadow of Anxiety was embracing Remus. Then memories of the other’s came. A debate about negative thoughts where shadow Logic laid a hand on shadow Anxiety’s shoulder as a gesture of pride. A staring match with Deceit but their shadows were reaching for each other. One memory had no shadows. The ‘lights’ were in Anxiety’s domain and reaching out for him as he sat huddled in on himself on the ground. The image was conflicted enough on it’s own. Then King picked up a drawing of Morality. “That’s the first time you came to talk to me remember Pat?” Virgil coed to the child who’d been rather quiet during the creation of this gallery. Anxiety recalled how he’d been upset about another fight with Roman and he’d come over and sat with him in silence. Then he’d offered him one of his cookies. It had surprised Anxiety, he knew how much Morality loved his cookies. Sharing one was his standard gesture of love and appreciation. But Anxiety felt like he didn’t deserve either at the time. He felt trapped in a role he didn’t want to play. And because of Morality talking to him that day, for the first time, he thought that maybe he didn’t have to be. Anxiety talked more about how the thought was quickly dismissed as unrealistic but King found that it was hard to focus. The colors revealed a painting of a side being offered a hand by Morality. He didn’t even notice the shadows this time. It was like he was trapped in his own memories. Then suddenly, he was back in the present and heard something beside him. A wailing child and someone gasping for air like they’d ran a marathon at full speed. He looked down and found Anxiety curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth with a crying Morality sitting next to him clutching onto his arm. Before he could wonder what had happened he could feel the others approaching at high speed. He stepped back, not wanting to be found too close to the distressed side. He could not allow them to think for even a moment, that he felt a second of worry for the minister. He didn’t, but he didn’t need the implications of such a show of weakness to bring his strength into question. “Patton! Virgil!” Deceit called out, causing Morality to calm down and just let out a few more sniffles. King set up a disinterested mask and turned to the approaching sides. “Oh good, deal with this. They bore me,” he drawled calmly as he stepped aside. He was barely acknowledged which he normally would take offense in, but he’d let it slide until he knew what had happened just now. And if it had anything to do with that terrible feeling that had struck him when he saw Anxiety’s drawing. Logic kneeled next to Anxiety and Deceit spoke with Logic’s voice. “Virgil, can you hear us?” The boy nodded. “May we touch you?” Another nod and Logic placed his hands on the side’s shoulders. “Breath Virgil, in for 4, hold for 7 out for 8, you can do it.” One more nod and the side started to follow the rhythm that was tapped on his shoulders, stuttering trough the 4th count of holding his breath. “That’s alright, try again.” King observed as the two patiently helped Anxiety to breathe normally again. Somewhere along the line the troubled side started to whisper ‘sorry,’ and ‘so stupid’. “You are not stupid, your feelings are valid and we are here to help you with them. We shouldn’t have left you on your own. Especially not with him around,” Deceit growled, now in his own voice, before turning to King. “I don’t care what you do to me, but leave Virgil out of this! He has nothing to do with this.” Before king could retort. Claim the responsibility and remind Deceit that he’ll play with his minister however he likes, the boy spoke up himself. “Not his fault. Just, random attack,” he muttered. Deceit and King looked down and found Anxiety holding onto Logic with Morality trying his best to stand on wobbly legs while holding onto the purple sash adorning the minster uniform. Logic and Morality were staring at him accusatory, but Anxiety was pleading with Deceit. “You don’t have to defend him Virgil. We know what he’s like… And we’ll do a better job at protecting you now. I swear. Let us look out for you for once, please,” Deceit pleaded. So interesting. For all Anxiety’s fears of being abandoned and betrayed, the others seemed to fear for his safety before their own. Had they changed? Or had Anxiety not yet given them sufficient reason to be muzzled? Or was it his drastic decision of muzzling himself that had made them cautious of messing with his part of their duties? “I’m not. Jan look at me. You’d know if I was lying. He was just listening to me. He didn’t do anything bad. I promise.” Deceit frowned confused. “He didn’t do this to harm you? To cause you to create…” Finally Deceit really looked at what King and Anxiety had been working on and the statue Anxiety had done all by himself. “Virgil what…” “I don’t know, I was listening to music and all this just sort of happened. His majesty was helping me finish some drawings,” he explained, confusing King. Was he… what’s the term? Covering for him? Then Anxiety got up, picking up Morality and looking at Logic who followed his movements, hands hovering around him. As if he were afraid that the younger side would fall apart at any moment. “Please, just go back alright, I’ll be fine. Thanks for helping but you should focus on making sure Thomas is alright,” Anxiety explained bravely, not quite looking at the others. Had recalling all his doubts and fears made him suspicious of the others? This could benefit King greatly. “Run along now. And take Morality. I have matters to discuss with my minister. In private,” King informed Logic and Deceit. Anxiety looked from King back to his tutor and confidant and offered him Morality. Logic shook his head with wide eyes. “Logan, it’s alright. You look after Pat for a minute. I’ll be back soon. Just… Please trust me?” Logic hesitated, sighed in defeat and took the child. He moved to leave, but paused. He turned and laid a hand on Anxiety’s shoulder, a moment passed while the two held each other’s gaze. Anxiety nodded and patted Logic’s hand. “I will be safe. When am I ever not?” Something that would have been a chuckle rippled through Logic’s chest as he stepped away and started walking back to the commons, glancing back every ten steps or so. “Virgil… I…” Deceit started, unable to finish the thought. “I know. I’ll be okay.” And with that final assurance and a distrustful look towards King the last of the traitors left. “Why?” King wondered. It seemed obvious to him that whatever Anxiety just went through was actually meant for him. And not only had he taken the hit, he had covered for him as well. “I’m anxiety, taking on the insecurities and fears of the others is part of my job. I don’t take it all, just the really bad bits when I can take it. And… it took me forever to open up to the others about my own attacks. It wasn’t my place to share about yours. It’s nothing personal. Just me being professional I guess,” he shrugged casually. King allowed himself a small smirk and once again reached out to pat Anxiety’s hair. Once more the boy’s first instinct was to flinch, but he still let him do as he pleased. “Well done my boy. You have potential,” he told him before returning his attention to another drawing, leaving the one of Morality frameless. Later he might tell the little one a bit more about the betrayal. But first. He needed to get to know him better. “Now how about this one.”Being petted like a dog was degrading, humiliating. Trying to not just be civil towards him but formal and respectful was torture. But it was better than what he feared would happen every time the King moved his hand towards him. Virgil didn’t like being changed against his will and this king would do as he pleased with him. Which is why he had to keep him happy and away from the others. He ignored the urge to smile every time he received the king’s praise. He is not going to develop Stockholm Syndrome just because off a few half-baked complements. This guy is still a threat to Thomas… Even if the others, maybe made a mistake in the past and have a hard time owning up to that right now. Fact remained that Virgil’s job was to keep everyone safe. That meant making them not want to decapitate the king over an anxiety attack he hadn’t triggered on purpose. Still… What had triggered the attack?

#Rondoel #king au #sanders sides #Virgil Sanders #king creativity #Patton Sanders #Logan Sanders #Janus Sanders

[sidespart]

Fanfic title: the sound of falling stars

Supernatural Sci-Fi AU,  Royality or LAMP

Patton, Virgil and Logan are engineers for some kind of inter galactic company (like star fleet but with more capitalism I guess?). They’re pretty low level and are basically a glorified salvage crew. They have their own ancient ship which constantly seems to be falling apart and they mostly get sent to deal with decommissioned ships/ stations. They pick them over for anything useful to The Company and set whatever is left over to drift off towards the nearest star. 

They’ve all got some backstory for how they ended up with this rubbish job.  Logan is super smart genius engineer but couldn't afford to go to The Academy (that’s for Earth People and he’s some poor outer edge colonist), he got in on a scholarship but pissed off the wrong people with his attitude and ended up with this assignment. Virgil deliberately picked an assignment that would keep him as far away from other people as possible...(on the run from a Dark and Tragic Past??) Patton also chose this assignment - he is the true explorer, but knew he didn't have the money or connections to get to get star ship assignment, and he isn't exceptional like Logan, but this way he still gets to see the universe.

So at the start of the story they work okay together but arn’t super close - Logan has a bit of an ‘i’m better than this’ attitude, Virgil doesn't want to be friends with anyone and deliberately pushes them away. Patton is trying but is mostly ignored by the other two.

The Company takes over a smaller organisation which has been struggling for a while. The crew are sent to pick over a newly acquired space station orbiting a star right on the edge of Company space. This place hasn’t been inhabited for years but the original owners never cleared it out properly due to lack of funds.

So they get there. The stations life support isn’t on so Patton heads over first (in a space suit) to turn it on manually whilst the other two monitor remotely. (Logan is better suited to hacking into the station from their ship computer once Patton plugs their....space flashdrive....in to the stations ops centre and Virgil is fucking terrified of space walks but they’re pretending not to know that).

Everything goes smooth. The lights and air come on, Patton takes off his helmet - and hears singing.

Nice singing. Not like the crackling automated voice that the station computer speaks with. And despite their best efforts they cannot find a source.

Virgil thinks the place is haunted. Logan thinks its just a glitch with the communications software. Patton’s inclined to to agree with Logon, except day 3 of their salvage operation Patton starts singing an old song from home, and the voice starts singing it back.

When the voice has finished repeating the lyrics Patton had sung, it carries on the song, making up its own lyrics and tune to finish it off. (Patton applauds when it’s done). 

Patton tells the other two about it but Logan dismisses it - the song is probably in the stations entertainment archives somewhere - but Patton’s not so sure. The voice sings classical music (MCR) around Virgil without any verbal prompting. And it’s...kind’ve sassy? It will wait until Logan is just about to take a sip of his coffee before suddenly bursting into LOUD operatic singing - making Logan spill his drink.

Privately he thinks the voice has so much personality it deserves a name - he starts calling it ‘Roman’.

Roman’s influence seems to more than just the communications system. The longer they stay the more unexplained stuff keeps happening. The coffee machine in the old canteen turns itself on just before Logan reaches to do it himself. When Virgil and Pat get separated exploring the lower levels, warm red lights turn on guiding them back together. When the three of them agree to take an evening off and watch a movie, Cinderella comes on no matter how many times they try to change it. When they eventually give in and watch it, the room temperature turns up just a bit and the lights dim, making the room as cosy as possible. 

Eventually all three of them have to agree that this is something beyond just the stations interface. But WHAT exactly Roman is is still a mystery - an incredibly sophisticated AI? An Alien? Some mysterious research project left behind by the old owners?

A Ghost?

Before they can start to figure it out The Company sends a message to say that, due to the size of the job and how long it’s taking them, they’re going to send additional teams to help out.

If The Company discovers Roman, there’s no doubt in any of their minds that they will do whatever it takes to pick him apart for study. Even if means destroying him in the process. 

So now they have to choose between staying loyal to The Company, who is responsible for their jobs, ship and bringing them together in the first place, or figuring out a way to protect this disembodied personality in a space station that they’re not even sure is ‘alive’.

Easy choice.

Bonus:

At some point Pat’s gotta go to some romantic looking observation deck and dance whilst Roman sings some schmaltzy number (and start imagining he was dancing with someone/ trying to picture what Roman would look like if he had a body).

Roman talks Virgil down from a panic attack by beeping the stations controls in time with his breathing count

Big dramatic ending where Patton and Virgil are convinced Logan has downloaded Roman onto The Companies servers in exchange for being given the more prestigious position he has been denied for so long

But PSYCH. Logan escorts them back to their original piece of shit ship and reveals that THAT’s where he moved Roman too - they’ve now got a singing ship instead of singing station

Sequel where the four of them are On The Run. Maybe ending with Roman being downloaded into a human/robot body so they can finally all hug idk

SPACE STUFF

For the fake fic titles asks (please dont send anymore at the moment!)

#roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #royality #lamp #sanders sides #fake fic meme #this one got #wildly out of hand #i just love dumb sci fi stuff you guys #Anonymous #sidespart writes

[divinity-infinity]

Because I am an absolute clown with no sense of consistency I made fanart for an Ang Huling El Bimbo The Musical au before I even got to develop the el fili au hdbcnsj but there will still be updates on that I assure you and in the background you can hear janus singing eLIEzer's waltz in the back of my head

Patton as Joy, Logan as Hector, Virgil as Anthony, and Roman as Eman

I'm thinking that in the AHEB au there's going to be none of the fricked up stuff that Joy goes through BUT it might make a reference to Patton breaking down like that part with POF

Meme template by @puffydove with images from @really-awkward-pics-of-roman

Edit: i forgot that i added a new picture into the original meme template so here's the thing I used (added beside my meme with the text)

#art #my a(r)t #sanders sides #artists on tumblr #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders

[dragonjadearts]

Hello fellow queers, happy pride month

here are some of my queer characters and just a few of their associated pride flags

i dont really post about my characters on tumblr so i’ll give a quick rundown starting from the left (under the read more cause holy crap there’s a lot and this is only a tiny percentage of aaaalll of my characters ((in case anyone was curious I have 79 official characters and then 40 characters who are so old that I don't count them anymore but im considering bringing back because I thrive on making bad choices)))

PS: check out my instagram to see the individual pictures of each character at dragon__jade

PPS: if you send me an ask about my characters to let me talk/rant about them I will lover you forever mwah

Spider: Inspired by a marvel au but ended up becoming his own original character; bisexual and aromantic

Teris: Skyrim fan-character, generally a bad ass; asexual

Ryoko: ATLA fan-character, a firebender; lesbian and maybe trans?? (i haven’t decided yet)

Cyren: One of my DND characters, a druid water genasai; queer

Commander: a shapeshifter who can turn into a giant lizard-dragon thing, tough as nails; lesbian

Liam: Owns lots of pets including his snake Jay, a cat named Olive, a bird named Scar, and his tarantula Frisk; asexual, biromantic, and trans

Everett: the worlds biggest himbo; gay

Ronan: Another shapeshifter (just his tail/legs though) who comes from a futuristic sci-if dystopian world; non-binary (he/they/xe)

Archimedes: A 700+ year old vampire, very proper and kind; non-binary (xe/he/they)

Amber: amputee, probably an alien; queer

Apex: Mandalorian oc, collects bounties for dangerous animals, runs a rehabilitation center on their ship, ze own a rip woven out of beskar that ze use as a lasso to capture the animals; non-binary (they/ze), gay

Arin: a gymnast and performer, can sing super well, has a black cat named Lancelot; trans, non-binary (she/they)

Leah: teenager, possibly indigenous? idk i havent thought about her character much; agender (any pronouns)

Rahil: Another DND character, a tiefling rogue with a traumatic past and poor coping mechanisms (can you tell she was edgy first dnd chatacher? shhhh I still love her anyways); asexual

Bane: yet another DND character, a tiefling druid, his tail is prehensile and he uses it to climb through his forested home like a monkey; bisexual, trans (he/they)

Koa: Originally was a sanders sides janus and virgil fusion but had evolved into his own character since then, usually wears his mask because he had big teeth and his face scares people; asexual and aromantic

#art #digital art #my art #fanart #pride 2021 #lgbt pride #queer characters #original characters #ocs #character design #pride month

[trashyswitch]

The Adorable Slimy Stranger

Chapter 2: Holidays With The Sides (& Pumpkin!)

The sides are nearing Christmas, and are getting ready to celebrate and share the joy with their new companion, Pumpkin!

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user! Thank you for the prompt for a sequel!

And this fanfic is also dedicated to Pumpkinpaw! Love you sweety!

Pumpkin had become a regular household companion within the next few weeks. When deciding what pronouns to use, the sides had put down papers that said ‘Boy’, ‘Girl’, and ‘both’, to mean they/them.

“Do you wanna be a girl? As in, a good girl?” Patton asked, pointing to the pink card.

“Or perhaps a boy? A good boy?” Logan offered, pointing to the blue card.

“Or maybe you wanna be both! Maybe ‘buddy’, or ‘good pumpa’?” Roman asked, holding up the purple card.

Patton gasped. “That’s such a cute nickname! Pumpa! I love it!” Patton cheered, hugging Roman.

Pumpkin looked at the three cards curiously for a few seconds. Right as someone was gonna speak up, Pumpkin picked up the pink card, pointed to it and tried to gurgle the word ‘girl’ as best as it could!

Patton and Roman both squealed excitedly, while Logan smiled proudly. “Girl it is. Pumpkin shall now be referred to as a female, until she shows us otherwise.” Logan declared.

“I’m still gonna call her lil’ pumpa tho! It’s perfect!” Patton added, giving Pumpkin a big hug.

“And she has at least 1 new nickname.” Logan muttered proudly with a chuckle.

To make things greater, it was nearing Christmas and EVERYONE was getting into the christmas mood!

Patton has been watching all the Hallmark movies and decorating the house with all the tinsel and lights he could summon. He also took time to hang up the advent calendars and had an elf hat on his head every second of the day!

Logan has been drinking out of christmas mugs, determining the holiday board games they could play together, and has been listening to different christmas music covers to determine the most beautiful and/or most classic versions. Using that knowledge, Logan successfully came up with the most christmassy playlist he could make, which also included songs from classic christmas films! And let’s not forget Bing Crosby and Pentatonix!

Roman has been singing christmas carols himself and wrapping up endless amounts of presents to fill the bottom of the christmas tree. He’s also spent lots of time making ornaments to add to the tree and was even sewing up adorable christmas outfits for Patton and himself! Remus even got an early Christmas outfit, which included a ‘King of Naughty’ original Grinch shirt.

Meanwhile, Virgil has been enjoying the heck outta the christmas sweaters that came out each year. This year? Thomas’s brand new Virgil-themed sweater merchandise Thomas came out with! Well...minus the scarf. Virgil found the scarf to be too much with the sweater. So, he gave it to Patton. Virgil has also been enjoying the holiday slippers! This year, Virgil was sporting a pair of hilarious shark slippers! Sometimes, Virgil would joke that ‘The sharks are hungry for feet!’

Janus has been enjoying watching the christmas baking shows and has been playing lots of christmas flash games that are always around. Super Santa Kicker, Christmas Race, Christmas Shopper Simulator (10/10, Best game of 2014!), Tattletail, Santa’s Rampage, even that crappy christmas wii game called ‘We Wish You a Merry Christmas’! All of those games were common-place.

Last but not least, Remus has been doing the elf on the shelf this year (with a small list of rules, of course.) and has been surprising people with singing and dancing christmas decorations everywhere! There was the animated singing rudolph, the twerking Santa Claus toy (Yup...Of course…), the singing and jingling christmas hat, that cringey but funny dancing/singing poop toy, an animated dancing tree, the animated singing santa in the bathtub, and everyone’s personal favorite: The Snoopy dancing plush toy that wobbles back and forth!

But everyone found that Pumpkin was ALSO in the christmas mood! The sides enjoyed seeing her reactions to the dancing toys the best, and even danced along with the toys sometimes! She waddled along with snoopy, danced left and right with the dancing tree, and sang to the Rudolph song while Rudolph sang the classic song!

Meanwhile, Patton had sewed up a christmas hat for Pumpkin. The hat had a more burgundy red color, a traditional white bottom and a white pom pom on the top. When Patton first gave it to the orange blob, Pumpkin placed it on her own head and let the pompom flop onto her face. Upon seeing the pompom, it looked as if her eyes could’ve dilated and she started playing with the pompom like a kitty. That was the best reaction they could’ve gotten from her!

One of the days, Pumpkin was sitting in the living room with the sides, watching The Polar Express on TV. This was a holiday classic that the sides loved to watch together. So joining Pumpkin in on the fun was a must! The train had just been saved from falling into the ice, and the train climbed up the spiral to the high road to the north pole. Pumpkin had slid herself over to Roman and Patton, and snuggled under the extra blanket that was beside the boys. Pumpkin was also wearing her santa hat!

Watching the pretty lights in the sky over the sea, Pumpkin watched curiously as the big conductor man talked to them about them and then uttered the following words: “There...is the north POLE!”

Pumpkin ran as quickly as her body could to the TV and reached up to the north pole on the TV. She backed up a little and held her hands on her chin as the train approached the Santa Village and The Polar Express song started playing! The song was so quick and fun, and it didn’t take long for Pumpkin to start bouncing up and down to the song while she watched the camera move under the twisting train road arches.

“Oooooo!” Pumpkin reacted to seeing the Santa city for the first time.

Patton’s heart was all warm and gushing at Pumpkin’s reactions. Roman was visibly excited about the village as well!

The christmas spirit went uphill from there. Pumpkin learned about the big old man in red known as Santa and his big bag of toys, his deers with horns, and about the big man’s magical powers! He especially loved the amount of joy that filled the sides when they talked about the man wearing red. Whoever this red-coated man was, made the sides so happy! Almost as happy as she makes them! And not only that, but the man in the red suit had a hat just like she did! She was bouncing around and clapping about that!

But excitement soon turned into disappointment when she found out she had to wait for the man in the red suit to come. She didn’t want to wait for the happy old man to come! She wanted to see him now! NOW! She whimpered and paced around the house as she struggled to wait for the old man to come. So while they waited, Logan grabbed a paper and some crayons and let Pumpkin draw a picture for Santa. While that happened, Logan wrote a short christmas letter out for her which read:

[Dear Santa Claus;

Hi Santa! My name is Pumpkin! I just found out about you and the elves in the north pole, and really wanted to see you! I’m sad that I have to wait for you to come, but I’ll try to find fun things to do while I wait for you. For Christmas, I would like lots of candy! Candy is so yummy! And skittles are my favorite! I also love Patton’s crunchy gingerbread cookies! That day, I discovered icing! And it made me bounce off the walls! I would also like for everyone to be extra happy this Christmas. I’m making people happy everyday, but now I can let you make everyone happy too.

Love; Pumpkin! ]

Logan put the letter down, and looked at the picture Pumpkin drew. It was a picture of herself tickling Santa Claus’s belly. Logan couldn’t help but giggle at how Santa’s belly in the picture made him look like he was pregnant. He also giggled at the big smile that was all spread out on Santa’s face. Logan praised her on a drawing well done, and decided to add something to the letter:

[P.S: Your belly looks very big and ticklish!]

Logan grabbed the drawing Pumpkin made, photocopied it, and put the copied version of the drawing in the envelope along with the letter. With everything ready, Logan sealed it shut. “There. Off to the North Pole!” Logan declared to Pumpkin!

Logan mailed it off in the post office a day later.

With Christmas on its way and Pumpkin stuck in a bit of an antsy wait for the magic, Pumpkin started to tickle people a little more often than usual. Any other time of the year, Pumpkin would tickle at least 1 person a day. But with Christmas around the corner and Pumpkin growing hyper, Pumpkin had started tickling all the sides at least once a day! So her tickle attacks jumped from 1 or 2, to 6 every single day!

“NAHAHAHAHAHA! PUHUHUMPKIHIHIHIHIN! NAHAHAHAT MYHYHY AHAHARMPIHIHITS! TOHOHOHOO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH!” Roman laughed hysterically!

Pumpkin tilted her head curiously, and chose to remove her pods from the armpits like he begged. Roman quickly tried to gain back his breath, but Pumpkin still wanted to hear laughter! So, she made her pod super thin like a pencil and dipped it into his belly button.

“aAAAAEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE! *snort* HAHAHAHAHAHA! *snort* NOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAHAHAIR!” Roman yelled through his laughter.

Pumpkin playfully stuck her tongue out at him and started to playfully nibble and ripple her blob-like body all over his belly.

Roman’s snorts grew more frequent and his laughter turned cackle-like. It was so ticklish! He was struggling to properly breath! But it was so fun! Roman had been tickled many, many, MANY times by Patton in the past. But THIS!

Holy cow!

Patton’s tickling was NOTHING compared to this!

Pumpkin decided to give him another ticklish, jiggly raspberry to get him squealing. And squealing, she was rewarded! Roman squealed so loud and so high-pitched, that Pumpkin stopped immediately just to process the strange sound!

Roman was a laughing, snorting mess after the squeal. And Pumpkin was loving every millisecond of it. As much as she was enjoying it however, Pumpkin knew when to give the man a long, giggly break. This would involve cuddling her ticklish victim and gently tickling a much less ticklish spot on their body to keep them giggling, but also let them breathe. For Roman, this was his neck.

“Ohohohohohokahahahahahay. Thahahahank yohohohou Puhuhumpkihin!” Roman told her.

Pumpkin smiled and gave his neck a tickly kiss on the neck. Roman giggled more from that, and calmed down the moment her ‘lips’ moved away from his neck. Pumpkin kept up her giggly tickling for a little bit longer before she went for Janus next.

Now, Pumpkin didn’t quite know Janus nearly as much as she knew the rest of the sides. She had even grown to know Remus quicker, than compared to Janus! The half man half snake in yellow, was more mysterious and...preferred his lonely time. So, she gave him his lonely time for the most part. She did come around to see if he was up for a tickle or two, but often walked away empty-handed, yet gaining some progress.

Finally, after weeks and weeks of trying, Pumpkin finally gained the courage to tickle Janus for the first time. She walked up to Janus’s side very quietly...geeently snuck her pod hand under the snake man’s shirt...and gave it a quick tickle.

“eeEEP! WHAT-” Janus turned around and immediately calmed down. Pumpkin made a surprised yip sound, and backed up a little to give him space. “Hi Pumpkin. Sorry about that. I...totally heard you come in.” Janus told her.

...Oh yeah...and then there was the strange way he talked to her and the other sides. He said things backwards. Like just now: if he actually heard her come in, then why was he so surprised and jumpy?

Things like that didn’t make sense to her. But what did make sense, was his calming face. “You tried to tickle me today. You...finally tried and tickled me. And it worked.” Janus told her.

Pumpkin didn’t really know what to do. She was confused. Was anything he was saying, supposed to be backwards? Or normal? Pumpkin couldn’t tell. But all that thinking went right out the window when Janus held his arms out for her. He wanted a hug from her! There was no saying no to THAT! Pumpkin quickly slid up to him and hugged him tightly.

“Wow! You have a very snug and firm hug for a jello being.” Janus admitted.

Jello? Like that blue jiggly stuff that Logan made once?

Pumpkin let him enjoy the hug for a bit. She wanted him to feel safe in her grasp. And perhaps, she may not get any tickles in today. But the only thing that mattered now, is that Janus could be hugged now.

“...Aren’t you gonna tickle me more?” Janus asked.

Pumpkin widened her black eyes. Wait, REALLY?! HE WAS GONNA LET HER TICKLE HIM?! This was what she was waiting for! 16 days of working up to this! And now, she can tickle him!

Pumpkin happily started skittering her pods all over his sides and ribs almost immediately! “Ohoho bohohoy! Hehehere wehehe gohohohoho!” Janus giggled and let go of her so she could get more access to more exposed ticklish spots. Pumpkin happily took the offer and made more pseudopods so she could tickle more spots at once. This was like a special attack that Pumpkin would pull on someone. “aaAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOU’RE SURPRIHIHISIHIHINGLY GOHOHOOD AHAHAT THIHIHIHIS!” Janus reacted in surprise.

Pumpkin gurgled happily to Janus and continued to tickle Janus wherever she could reach. The upside to having such a jiggly form, was just how well she could kneed the soft spots on her humans! This included the sides and his belly the most. Janus held his fists against his chest as his giggle fits, squeals and laughter filled his bedroom.

Pumpkin absolutely loved his laugh! It was much more bubbly and higher than she expected! It was such an amazing laugh, that Pumpkin chose to give him jiggly raspberries as well! He seemed like the kind of human that would love them! Pumpkin blew a raspberry on his sensitive belly and let her blobby, jello-like body flubber and jiggle to increase the ticklish sensation.

Janus fell into long fits of cackles! He couldn’t stop cackling! Now that he had reached the cackle-stage, there was just no going back! His laughter somewhat reminded Pumpkin of Patton’s laughter: bubbly, childish, and the musical representation of happiness. Though Janus’s wasn’t exactly like his, it was close enough.

“OHOHOKAHAHAHAY! CAHAHAN IHIHIHI HAHAHAVE AHA BREHEHEHEAK PLEHEHEHEASE?” Janus asked.

Pumpkin nodded her head and stopped tickling him almost immediately. As much as she enjoyed the sound of his laughter, she didn’t wanna overdo it. So Pumpkin snuggled herself into Janus and cooed softly.

Janus giggled at this and wrapped his arms around her. “Growing tired?” He asked.

Pumpkin nodded and snuggled herself even further into him.

“That’s ironic, considering I was the one getting tickled.” He joked.

Pumpkin let out a giggly little gurgle as she slowly succumb to her sleepiness. It didn’t take long for the tiredness to start dripping right off her and onto Janus, effecting him as well. Now Janus was growing more and more tired by the second. Janus decided he minus well cuddle himself in and get himself comfy.

It didn’t take long for Janus to fall into a full and deep slumber. It lasted a long while too. Janus didn’t expect to wake up to the smell of garlic or the sounds of something boiling. The garlic was an obvious thing to put together: garlic bread. But boiling? That could be anything!

This boiling sound would end up revealing itself to be spaghetti noodles in a deep pot. As it turned out, Patton was making spaghetti with garlic bread on the side. For Pumpkin, she was gonna have gummy worms with a new little christmas treat for Pumpkin: a Peppermint Pattie! Patton gave her one to try, and had a few unwrapped in a bowl in case she loved it and wanted more.

Pumpkin picked up the peppermint pattie first. She looked at it curiously, split it into two pieces, and ate one of the halves hesitantly. But the moment she chewed on it and actually tasted the pattie, her eyes widened and a HUGE smile grew onto her face!

Remus giggled as he spun his spaghetti. “Ihi think Pumpkin likes the peppermint pattie!” Remus told him.

Patton looked over and sure enough, Pumpkin was standing below him and eagerly reaching her pods out for more peppermint patties! Patton laughed and happily put more peppermint patties onto her dinner plate. Pumpkin happily bounced in place as she ate the gummy worms and enjoyed the taste of the brand new holiday treat.

#lee!janus #lee!roman #ler!999 #ticklefic #christmas #the polar express #santa claus #tooth-rotting fluff #literally...there is so much fluff #i swear i'm not trying to kill people #there's just tons of fluff

[strangeandforlornbooks]

more lgbt book recs!

lgbt books I have read and enjoyed in the last six months or so..good for curing quarantine boredom!

contemporary

if we were villains by m l rio- dark academia but with theater kids! murder and shakespeare and drugs but what upset me the most was when they hurt each other’s feelings....really really beautiful prose and lovable characters, page turner until the very last paragraph. 5/5

fantasy

girls of paper and fire by natasha ngan- bought this in my college bookstore because it was a) fantasy and b) lesbian. did a very fine job of fulfilling both requirements. gave me a hunger games vibe for some reason even though the plots are totally different. 4/5

the mermaid’s daughter by ann claycomb- irish lesbian opera singer mermaids, what more do you want? the stakes were technically high but really warm and fuzzy vibes idk 4/5

poetry/drama

if not, winter: fragments of sappho trans. by anne carson- the og lesbian poet! fully read this side by side with my crush in the sunshine, picking out our favorite lines...good times. 4/5

angels in america: a gay fantasia on national themes by tony kushner- a gay man dying of aids in nyc starts receiving angelic visions..terrifically funny and heartbreaking, with compassion for all its characters. my life goal is to revive it on broadway and see andrew garfield take the lead again 5/5

horror

sawkill girls by claire legrand- a wildly good time. eldritch entities! evil/redeemed lesbians! ace rep! female friendship literally saving the day! very gothic vibes! a whole lotta fun 4/5

bonus

the iliad by homer- my literature professor was very insistent that this is not lgbt rep and that really we should be looking virgil’s aeneid for gay subtext, but i thought the aeneid sucked while homer was at least original, so. sing, goddess, of the rage of achilles. 4/5

for whom the bell tolls by ernest hemingway- one moment i was caught up in the moral ambiguities of the spanish civil war and the next a character was saying, im not a lesbian, but i am in love with another woman...but i want you to be happy and marry the protagonist instead...so not really lgbt rep but excellent female characters, really really lovely prose, beautiful narration. was shocked the entire time I read it because frankly i had no idea hemingway could write. 5/5

the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde- you already know this one. i read it more to say that i had read it than anything else, but it was a wild ride ig! 3/5

#lgbt books #wlw books #mlm books #lgbt book recs #f/f book recs #f/f books #m/m books #m/m book recs #wlw book recs #mlm book recs #mine #book recs

[thedramaclubs]

Just breathe

Summery: We are now in Edgewater, Indiana at James Madison high school. And we get to see what’s happening with Patton Hearts life since everyone knows he’s gay and his life just keeps getting worse (I wanted to change his last name I didn’t like the original so I’m gonna edit my last fic on this au to the new last name)

Ships: Logicality, Prinxiety, demus/dukeceit

When their singing

Patton-blue

Patton was walking down the hall to his locker and to find on the inside a teddy bear on a rope looking liked it hanged itself and a word on his locker that shall not be named. “Wow” Said Patton as the two girls who did this, Kaylee and Shelby walking by. “Do you like the bear?” ask Shelby as she and kaylee walked by.

“I’m pretty sure this breaks a few laws.” “Oh really?” “Yeah invading my privacy, threatining to kill me.” “Well its just our way of saying thanks for canceling prom, Patton!” Said Kaylee “I didn’t cancel prom your parents did.”

“Oh come on guys lay off him.” said a voice they turned their heads to see Logan Greene.

“What are you on his side?”

“Nope, I’m just not in third grade.” Said Logan as he walks to his locker

“Unlike your social life, this isn’t over.” Said Kaylee in Patton’s face. She and Shelby walk away and Logan and Patton looked at each other then Logan walked away. Now time has stop and we are in Patton’s inner monologue

🎶Note to self: don’t be gay in Indiana, big heads up that a really stupid plan🎶

🎶Their are places were it’s in to be out maybe San Francisco or thereabout but in Indiana without a doubt, if your not straight then guess what’s bound to hit the fan 🎶

🎶Just breathe, Patton not everyone is that repressed just breathe, Patton it wouldn’t be high school without a test. Just close your eyes and count to ten, go to your happy place and then, try not to combust, Just breathe🎶

Time has started back and two boys, Nick and Kevin came by Patton’s locker

“Hey Patton, so who was the guy you were gonna bring to the prom? I didn’t know we had one more homo in town” said Nick

“You don’t know him he’s new” “Like an exchange student?” “Maybe.” “Well how about you exchange him for a girl.” “Whoa dude, nice!” Kevin and Nick continue walking and we are back in Patton’s monologue

🎶Note to self: people suck in Indiana. Leave today pray the grey hound isn’t full. Who knew asking out a boy to the prom would go over just like an atom bomb, and make things much worse with your dad and mom.🎶

🎶Now who had ever thought that could be possible🎶

🎶Just breathe, Patton picture a beach with golden sand. Just breathe, Patton picture a Xanax in your hand. Try journaling or start a blog just end this inner monologue, seethe if you must, but just breathe🎶

We are back to reality we’re two guys are fighting and the principal, Virgil Hawkins, comes in “Hey, HEY, take it outside gentlemen. Ok I just got off the phone with the states attorney and she agrees this is a civil rights issue.”

“What are you saying I’m a gay, white, male rosa parks” “NO NO All I’m saying is I’m glad I get to be a part of something like this. This is a big deal Patton and I’m really happy that your not on meth.” “What?” “One of my principal friends in Chattanooga has to deal with meth, meth, all day long”

“Oh well I’m not on meth, not yet.” Patton jokingly said “Let’s see how the pta meeting goes.” “Oh all I know it’s not gonna be good”

“Shit, Sorry!!!” “it’s ok relax come in when your ready.”

🎶Just breathe Patton, remember that thing called oxygen, just breathe Patton, look at the crazy state your in🎶

🎶Just smile and nod although their jerks, say namaste and pray it works. And like we’ve discussed🎶

🎶Just breathe🎶

People to tag/ @artissijules

#sanders sides #logicality #patton sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides the prom au #livy writes #logan sanders #prinxiety #demus #dukeceit

[icequeenoriginal]

An Unusually Anxious Prince

Summary: Roman goes into the forest to collect berries and finds something much more interesting. 

Author’s Note: I couldn’t help myself so I wrote another scene for my Sleeping Beauty AU. I’m still not sure if I’m going to write a whole story for it though, I just really wanted to write this one, it’s my second favorite scene. Also Happy Pride

Here is the original scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXbHShUnwxY (Not the entire scene but it was all I could find on YouTube)

Warning: One bad word in caps, jokes/fears about being eaten

~

Roman opened his window as he hums a melody he has known since he was a child. He smiled as he looked over the beautiful valley he lived next to. This was going to be an amazing day. 

It was his birthday! His 16th birthday! 

This was going to wonderful! He has read in so many of his storybooks that the most amazing things happen on your 16th birthday. Anything could happen!

Including falling in love.

Roman quickly threw on a white shirt and white pants. He posed in the mirror before pausing. He hummed as he felt something was missing. He searched through his dresser before pulling out a black corset with gold string and gold border. He slipped it on and posed in front of the mirror again and smiled at the satisfaction he felt as he looked at his outfit.

He started to descend the stairs but paused when he heard familiar whispering.

“You make the suit and I’ll make the cake, Lolo.”

“How are we going to get Roman out of the house?”

“We’ll think of something.”

Roman couldn’t help but smile. He loved Patton and Logan, really, but they could be as secretive as an elephant trying to sneak through a china shop. He still does not have the heart to tell them that he found out the truth about Santa Clause when he was five after catching Logan wrapping his gifts. 

He couldn’t hold anything against them, they raised him after all. They were the best kind of guardians. They were very doting, always giving him what he asks for, but still raise Roman to never be greedy. Patton would sing to Roman whenever he was scared and Logan taught Roman everything he knows. He loved his dads.

Roman shouted, “Good morning everyone!”. He happily ran down the rest of the stairs

Logan and Patton jumped back quickly, using their backs to hide whatever was on the table. Roman smirked at them, they were very much failing at being slick.

“What are you two up to?” Roman asked, trying not to laugh as he did so.

“U-Up to?” Patton squeaked out, slowly trying to make himself as tall as possible. “Nothing at all!”

“Oh really?” Roman attempted to peer behind Patton. 

Logan gently pushes him back “Ah! Roman! We need you to...to…” Logan back at Patton, his eyes screaming for help.

“To pick more berries!” Patton yelled, startling both of them. Patton picked up a basket sitting on the table. He was going to use it to place flowers in for Roman’s birthday party as a centerpiece but sacrifices had to be made.

“Berries?” Roman asked, clearly thrown off. “But I picked some yesterday”

Patton made a nervous face before smiling, “Well, we need more. We used them all to make Logan’s favorite jam, a-and I ate the rest. You know I get snacky when I’m cooking.”

Roman smiled as Logan placed his red shawl over him. It was his favorite, Patton had made it for him on his 10th birthday. Roman stepped outside of their small but comfy cottage. 

Patton smiled at him and said, “Take your time, no need to hurry back” 

Logan nodded in agreement, “But don’t go too far!”

“Yes and don’t talk to strangers!” Patton added 

Roman chuckles, it was the same speech they always gave him when he left the cottage. He waved as he walked down the path, pretending that the huge excited smirk on his face was not there.

“Do you think he bought it?” Patton whispered rather loudly to Logan 

“Of course he did” Logan whispered back.

Roman covered his mouth to muffle his laughs and headed off. ~ The forest was nice. The weather was warm and the wind was low.

It was nice; calm and quiet. Too quiet for his liking.  

Roman began singing loudly, a melody Patton taught him when he was five. He paused to listen and smiled as the birds responded to his call.

He sang again as the bird flew towards him, one landing on his extended finger. More small critters made their way over to him. Squirrels, rabbits, and small birds surrounded him. Even an owl awoke from its slumber to land in his empty basket.

Roman smiled and pets all of them before heading back on the path to the berry grove. This was much better. A walk through the forest is so much better with company. 

Roman continued to sing, a bit louder, hoping to attract more friends to make his special day even more special.

~

Virgil rode on through the forest with a small frown on his face. He was undoubtedly bored. The journeys to and from home were always boring. Not that he was complaining! He would never leave home if his home again if something “exciting” happened on any of his journeys. 

If there was one thing Virgil did not like, it was trying something different. It was way too stressful and overwhelming to him. He always thought the status quo got a bad rap. It was nice, relaxing, and kept him safe and sane.

Which is why he was screaming at himself for following a random voice in a random forest. Internally of course. He has class.

All he had to do was keep heading straight, he was very close to home. He could do this in sleep. Which he was so he didn’t hear the beautiful voice.

He didn’t know why he wanted to follow the voice. It was probably a siren luring him to be eaten. That thought was enough to make him turn his horse the other way.

The voice continued to sing, this time using words. “I wonder~”

It was a very nice song...and logically it couldn’t be a siren. They resign in the ocean and he was nowhere the ocean. If anything, it would be a fae who is leading him to its circle so it can eat him.

And now he was heading back to the path home...

“To someone~. To find me~”

GODAMMIT!

He turned his horse back towards the way of the voice and used the lope to make his horse go faster do he couldn’t chicken out once more. 

If he got eaten, his ghost will just haunt the fae. It was only fair--

Virgil was so lost in his own mind that he did not realize his horse jumped over a small pond and he was not holding on. Gravity pulled him right into the pond. 

That’s what he gets for following mysterious voices in a forest...

~

Roman happily skipped as his basket became more and more filled with berries. He spins, slowly so not to drop any berries and picks some more berries. He walked over to the rather large edge of the cliff, his favorite spot in the world.

There was a tree with low enough for him to sit and nap in for hours. It was nicely shaded with the higher branches of the tree where his animal friends could rest with him. Best of all, it overlooked the beautiful castle with its gorgeous landscape. 

Roman always pictured himself heading over there for a ball, late at night while Logan and Patton were sleeping. He would look around the gorgeous castle and then bump into someone. As soon as he was done apologizing, he would make eye contact with the man and it would be his true love!

Roman threw his head back and groaned. He turned away from the castle and walks away in a huff. The animals follow him, trying to be as concerned as they could be.

“They treat me like I’m still a toddler!” Roman said as he stomped his foot. He only stopped when he almost dropped his basket. The owl flew in front of him and hooted, seeming interested in Roman continuing his rant.

“My uncles! Logan and Patton! They don’t want me to go anywhere! They barely let me come this far to get berries! Much less meet another person.” 

Roman plopped down in front of a different tree, letting himself stew in his own anger. Once that past, he smiles to himself. “Well, jokes on them! I have met someone!” Roman then jumped up determinedly with a large grin on his face, leaving the basket on the ground. 

The animals moved closer, eager to hear more about this person. The birds tweeted as if to cheer for him.

“That’s right! And not just anyone! He’s a prince! An amazing prince! He’s handsome and kind and the most romantic person I have ever met, after me of course!” Roman giggled as his own joke.

“We usually spend our time talking and singing together as he takes down by the lake on his horse. We will have a picnic together, it would be silent so we could hear the wonderful sounds of the forest. Then when we finish, he picks me up by my waist and then…umm...”

One of the squirrels nudged his foot, demanding that he finish the story he was telling.

Roman gave the squirrel a bittersweet smile, “Well, I don’t know what happens next, I usually wake up around that part.” All the looked down sad, making Roman blush from embarrassment.

“I know, I know, it’s depressing. But uncle Patton always taught me, since I was little, that if you have a dream more than once, it is more likely to come true. And trust me, I have had this dream more than once.” Roman said to them with a laugh.

The animals did not look convinced, causing Roman to sit back down. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He watched as some of his animal friends run off into the forest but he thought nothing of it. He figured they had something important to do.

~

Virgil groaned as he rubbed his neck. He groaned as he leaned against tree. He turned his head and watched as his favorite cloak dried on a tree branch. It was black it not only matched with his black boots, black pants, and black shirt (he loved the color, okay?) but also was his favorite color.

He pulled off his boots, groaning as more water fell out of each boot. He tossed them under his cloak and rubbed his feet.

“You know what Susan? I probably deserved this. No, I definitely do for a random magical forest voice. This is definitely my punishment, right girl?” He smiled at his horse but frowned quickly when she neighed loud and quickly. Her snout was pointing towards his cloak and he turned in horror as a bunch of animals were stealing it along with boots. 

“Hey! Give me my stuff back!” Virgil shouted as he ran after the animals, Susan right behind him.

~ Roman hummed softly as he gently petted the chipmunk on his lap. He yawned into his free hand, the sun pulling him into a nap. Logan and Patton did tell him not to hurry back…

A couple of his bird friends tweeted loudly, stirring him wide awake. The squirrel from before nudged him again, this time pushing on his face. He turned his eyes towards the direction the squirrel was pushing and bursts into laughter.

His owl friend had a black cloak tied around its neck while two birds held up the ends. Two bunnies were hopping, each in a black boot, under the cloak

Roman smirked as he made his way over to them, “Now what do we have here? Could it be? My dream prince?” He looked at the animals up and down and his smirk widened. “It is! Your highness,” he bows playfully “I had no idea you were coming! What a pleasant surprise! Oh, but what would my uncles say! They would say ��Roman! Why are you talking to a stranger!’,” Roman frowned turning away the clothed animals but suddenly turned back with a big smile on his face, “But then!” he boops the owl’s beak “I would say...I know you! I walked with you once upon a dream!”

Roman spun around and leaned next to his owl friends, “I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam”

Roman grabbed the sides of the cloak and began dancing around as he sang, “And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem.”

“But if I know you, I know what you'll do.” He pulls the owl closer by the cloak and giggles. 

“You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” Roman wraps the cloak around himself. He closed his eyes for a bit, imagining that his dream prince was really there, holding him lovingly.

Roman let go, nearly causing the owl to fall, and began to dance away from the cloak as he sang “La La La La!”

Meanwhile, Virgil and Susan had made their way over to the clearing and took in the sight before them. The voice from before did not come from a fae, luckily from him but a boy. A very handsome boy at that…

Virgil shook his head to shake the thought away, he needed to focus. As the boy danced away, Virgil reached over and pulled his cloak away from the owl. The rabbits quickly followed and, by grabbing the front of his boots, dumped the rabbits out.

He should have just left right then and there, he got the answer of the voice and his stuff back. He should just get back on the road and head home.

“If I know you, I know what you’ll do~.” The boy sang with his back still to Virgil. Virgil recognized the song, from when he was a child. 

Virgil couldn’t help himself, he sang, “You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.”

Roman whipped around and made eye contact with Virgil, “Oh!”

Virgil freezes, his eyes lock with the boy in front of him. He now has a good look at the boy. At his gorgeous brown eyes, his beautiful autumn hair that was long enough to reach his shoulders, his broad chest, and the terrified look on his face as Virgil stared at him.

Virgil jumped back “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I was just...your animals...they...I...you…”

Roman giggled, after calming down from the initial shock, “No, I’m sorry they took your stuff.”

“Oh, uh, n-no hard feeling,” Virgil said with a nod. 

Roman raised an eyebrow, “Have we met?” There was something familiar about this boy, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Virgil couldn’t lie, he felt like he knew this boy, it was on the tip of his tongue. Though his brain was too busy short-circuiting so he switched to his most basic function, sarcasm, “Was it once upon a dream?” He smirked.

Roman laughed and smiled sweetly at Virgil. “Was that it? Hmm…”

Virgil blushes embarrassed as he rubs the back of his neck and laughed nervously. He had no idea what to say. 

“Hmm...I’m not sure, you might be a stranger after all. You’re gonna have to prove it.” Roman says firmly

“Prove it?”

“Mhmm,” Roman stretches out his hand to Virgil “Dance with me,”

Virgil was nervous, to say the least. He wasn’t that great of a dancer and he didn’t want to embarrass himself. He didn’t even like dancing that much but still, something in him told him that he wanted, no, needed to dance with him.

Virgil nodded and took Roman’s hand. They danced so well that it was as if they were dance partners for years. It was magical and romantic and neither wanted it to end. It seemed meant to be, but neither knew why.

But we do. We know it’s true as visions are seldom all they seem. 

But if I know you, I know what you'll do.

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.

~

Taglist: None this time because this, like the first one, was just a fun little thing for me.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #Sleeping Beauty AU #prinxiety #roman x virgil #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #part 2 #sanders sides fanfic

[not-so-innocent-bi-sander]

On the Roman thing Is it from "Am I Original?" He got pretty heated in that on and off -Bee🐝

I’m not sure if he did the same motion ive been picturing in another video, but the scowl is definitely the same one he does at Virgil in the christmas singing video. 

Look at them teefs boi

[she-toadmask]

Fuck it. Long post about the animatic for this mashup (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WxAJpP9FKA) that I would love to do but simply don’t have the project focus for.

Not a single coherent story or anything, just the different ideas the snippets give me. All somehow Minecraft related. Some are Team Crafted, a couple are Hermitcraft S7 but more the beginning, some are just Minecraft typical characters (Notch, Herobrine, Alex, Steve)

Oh and a couple of them are Sanders Sides

Also sometimes they vibes and ideas come from the context of the source musical (because I know it), sometimes I don’t know the context and/or much of anything about the source musical so I just go off the lyrics and vibes (so if someone here has an interest in musicals and thinks some of the vibes are wrong...sorry????? lmao)

0:00 to 0:10 (Hellfire instrumental): title card duh

0:11 to 0:23 (Miss Baltimore Crabs): Notch being a whiny bitch like ‘ugh things used to be so good when I was the god of this world creating things and now things are just awful’

0:24 to 0:42 (Charming): Something something just stills of Patton in a skirt going across the screen or something??? (Upon second thought maybe it’s him and Roman stills and Janus is warning Virgil or smth???? Idk it’s pre-redux vibes but whatever I had nothing)

0:43 to 0:55 (Kick it Up a Notch): I just remember vibes of someone being chained up and the captor looming over them but I have no idea who they were I promise I get more ideas later on these are just rough (Ok maybe it was like Janus looming over Virgil but again the vibes aren’t up-to-date and I don’t have as strong thoughts here ANYWAY MOVING ON)

0:56 to 1:12 (Blood in the Water/When the Going Gets Tough blended): I don’t remember my original thought but two characters circling a third vibes are strong here like maybe Enderlox and WitherMU circling Skybrine??? Maybe???

1:13 to 1:36 (Razzle Dazzle): Again pre-redux Sanders Sides vibes but Janus talking to Roman and then just Roman being Roman I guess? Just like (this fits in with some other Chicago animatics featuring Sanders Sides folks that I would love to do but never will) Roman committed murder (obvs) and Janus is Corrupt Lawyer and reassuring him that the press will love him and he’ll get off (also the foreign girl in Cell Block Tango is Patton)

1:37 to 1:46 (Dentist): I think I just was thinking Skybrine posing and doing some stupid little dance? Idk a lot of iffy ones in these first two minutes yikes

1:47 to 2:04 (Killer Instinct): I had a good idea for this one! But it’s gone! Oof!

2:05 to 2:23 (Loud): So Bruno and Augustus are standing on either side of Seto (normal) and are singing the song and going to make him join Klub Ice. At the line ‘the less you have to say the louder you yell it’ they pull off his big cloak/robe/whatever and then during the next line they’re somehow (idk Klub Ice magic roll with it) changing his clothes from whatever he wore under the cloak into appropriate Klub Ice attire and then shove him offscreen (idk just this part and the way she sings it gives me hella Klub Ice vibes just like brain? nah fam be loud and sexy and party)

2:24 to 2:52 (Stars): All I remember was someone standing on a rooftop looking out and that’s...just the song.

2:53 to 3:14 (Wait for it): Again I have no idea what I thought at the time but it was definitely angsty (:

3:15 to 3:24 (A Sentimental Man): I know Notch is singing (because evil man everyone thinks is good) and the vibes I’m getting now are either Sky or Steve and I have no idea which.

3:25 to 3:45 (Hey Little Songbird): Herobrine is singing and smoking a cigar/ette and grinds it under his foot at the end to put it out, I think maybe he was singing to Alex? Could also be like TrueMU or Deadlox or something but idk mate

3:46 to 3:56ish (Macavity): It’s about Herobrine who is appearing vaguely in the background making sexy(?) poses and someone else was in the foreground singing at some point??? Idk could be Sky and Deadlox could be Steve and Alex who tf knows not me not today

3:57 to 4:05 (The Pitiful Children): I think I had Herobrine singing to not-brine Sky? Circling ofc but if there was context it’s long vanished from my brain

4:06 to 4:16 (Easy Street): oh hey look hermitcraft It’s from the Head Games and whoever was giving all the cave spider heads is just dancing and a bunch of cave spider heads fall down and then at the end Cleo shows up as SpiderCleo and is just pissed

4:17 to 4:30 (The American Dream): I. Honestly have even less clue than the others. I think this one was always a weird one and honestly after learning a little bit about the source musical idk if I want to mess with that

4:31 to 4:42 (What’s Up Duloc): Ok I love this one it’s evil Notch and he’s just like looking over the world like ‘I’m going to destroy this’ and on the ‘bum bum bum bum bum’ small pictures of the Team Crafted folks in despair at an event pop up on beat like that’s what he’s planning to do to destroy them because Team Crafted strong like I seriously love that idea

4:43 to 5:03 (World Burn): Pretty simple, just Evil Xisuma, cuts on certain beats, whatever he has is maybe like somethign that brings up an admin panel? Or something like that? Anyway just Evil Xisuma being evil and angry what if it was emblazoned with a shimmering red apple on the back like a red version (for Hels) of a Notch apple because I love me some evil Notch

5:04 to 5:31 (Last Midnight): Another one I really really like! Going with some source vibes, like Herobrine is holding Sky’s amulet (he got deadified) and he’s singing it so angrily because his son (adopted because of magic deals but shhh) is dead due to these assholes and the assholes include Mitch (idk I guess Jerome is the ‘Baker’s wife’ here and got fucked over by prince bitch), Deadlox, TrueMU, and I guess Ssundee? Idk it’s just angry and upset Herobrine because people can suck and now his son is dead

5:32 to 5:44ish (Poor Unfortunate Souls): Felt more like an evil Herobrine song to me. He’s doing the deal thing and stuff is emphasized with fire because duh, probably Sky on the other side of the deal because Skybrine yeet, but yeah the fun

5:45 to 6:09 (Meant to be Yours): Deadlox (suitably fucked up because Heathers) banging on Sky’s closet door (Sky is inside because Heathers context) and there’s an image of them standing before a burning building idk it’s just the Heathers song but the bits she takes for the mashup and with Team Crafted boys

6:10 to 6:16 (Johanna): Uhhhhh the singer isn’t shown but I think it was just feminine Alex dancing and then sitting and looking out a window

6:17 to 6:40 (Hellfire for real this time): Notch is standing in a religious looking building and thinking horny thoughts and the object of his lust is also feminine Alex because reasons

6:41 to 6:55 (bits of some of the other songs): Just mini frames of the scenes; at the end the whole screen is Evil X doing his thing

I do not remember as much as I wish I did but hey it’s there

Anyway some of these could work as full animatics for the source song (Loud is a maybe, Poor Unfortunate Souls is obviously doable, Last Midnight is also a maybe, Razzle Dazzle definitely has the appropriateness for a full animatic) but some of them do not because of context and other stuff (Like...most of the ones I wasn’t sure about and then also Easy Street because the rest of it is significantly less fun, What’s Up Duloc has a lot of musical context in there, stuff like that). Idk it was just something I was thinking about again and this was the best way to talk about it all.

Also I thought evil Notch was underutilized and then I found more fics and I am vibing with them like I don’t have a problem with good Notch in fics but evil is so much more fun (then again I love Herobrine as a character because you can write him however the fuck you want sooooo)

#mcyt #might delete #seriously evil notch is my jam #especially if he's still the creator! not because evil creator is my jam specifically like #he is a god or powerful and just doesn't like the world or the people in it #and is going to be evil and shit

[fieryfantasybooklover]

Not Dracula - A Sanders Sides fic

Ship: None, just friendship.

Vampire/Human/Highschool AU

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Virgil sighed, dropping his keys onto the counter before slinging his backpack onto the armchair in his living room and collapsing onto the couch. “By god, it’s been one hell of an exhausting day. Tonight is a night for procrastination and movies. It’s Friday anyway. I have all weekend to be productive.” With that, Virgil retrieved his phone from his pocket and pulled up the group chat he had with his friends. “Hey guys. You wanna come over and hang out? Parents are out of town for a few days.” he texted, already rolling his eyes in anticipation of his friend’s responses. And he wasn’t disappointed - they all replied within the span of a minute, with varying degrees of seriousness.

Nerdy Wolverine: Virgil, you should know by now that we are not going to hang out. That would be dangerous. If you are asking about spending time together as friends, then that would indeed be nice. Also, Roman, I’ve told you many times before that I dislike this nickname.

Sir-Sing-A-Lot: Well, I’ve asked Virgil to take this nickname off but he won’t. So-

Emo Nightmare: Roman, you’ve said so many times that you like that nickname. So, please spare it.

Sir-Sing-A-Lot: Oh be quiet Virgil. As I was saying, Logan, we are both stuck with nicknames. As an answer to Virgil’s original question, I would positively love to come over!

Pop Star: Well, kiddo, I think that’d be great. When do you want us over? I can bring the snacks if you want!

Emo Nightmare: How about around 8:30. Patton, you can bring the snacks but for the love of god please don’t bring capri sun juice packs again.

Pop Star: …. Ok fine

Reptilian Rapscallion: It would be amazing, if you could maybe, not forget that I am in fact included in this chat as well? And since I am counted among your friends Virgil, I am going to go out on a limb and say it would be ok for me to come as well.

Emo Nightmare: Janus- Ok. Yes, of course you can come. You saw the time, right?

Reptilian Rapscallion: Yes, I did. 8:30. I’ll be over then.

The Duke: I’ll be tagging along as well, my chaotic self would not miss this for the WORLD ;))

Roman, Patton, Virgil, Logan, and Janus in sync: *massive sigh* alright then this should be interesting.

Sir-Sing-A-Lot: Well, if everything is all worked out, I’ll take my leave. See everybody soon!

Pop Star: Same here! See all you kiddos later!

Nerdy Wolverine: Farewell for now, everybody.

Reptilian Rapscallion: I shall also leave, and begin to plan out how to avoid Remus causing an explosion.

The Duke: And I’ll plan how to counteract Janus’s plan :)))

Emo Nightmare: *sigh* alright. See you all then.

Virgil fell backwards, sighing deeply as he looked up at the ceiling. “They’re all crazy, but the good kind of crazy. God, Remus is going to kill something someday. Welp, might as well try and do something productive before they arrive.” With that, Virgil tosses his phone to the floor and sets to doing his chores. Dusting the staircase, washing the leftover dishes from the morning, vacuuming up the carpet, Virgil did all of these while blasting his favorite MCR songs. When he was finally finished, he opened the fridge’s secret compartment and pulled out a bottle of blood. Fangs snapping out, he uncorked it and drained it down. Fangs retreating, he tossed the battle out of the window into the waiting garbage can. It was at that moment that the doorbell rang. Wiping his mouth, Virgil grinned and ran to answer it.

Opening it, Virgil barely managed to dodge Roman as the other pushed his way past Virgil. Rolling his eyes, Virgil followed Roman into the living room. Roman collapsed onto the chair and immediately began prattling on about his day. It was comforting, not annoying, and Virgil smiled as he replied to his friend, teasing him and inciting a hilarious reaction in return. It didn’t take long for the others to arrive. First Janus, followed by Logan, then Remus, then Patton, who had come late because he was laden down with snacks. Thus commenced a night of fun and games. Remus had to be stopped from attempting a multitude of crimes, Roman tackled Logan repeatedly, and Janus saved pictures for later blackmail. Virgil just doubled over laughing almost the entire time, and Patton kept the entire thing together. It didn’t take long for them all to become delirious, drunk on sprite and high on sugar.

So when the truth or dare began, the natural inhibitors that remained during the day were not present. So, when Virgil chose truth, he had absolutely nothing stopping him from blurting out that he was a vampire. Which is exactly what he did. A shocked silence echoed after the statement, and then Roman broke out laughing. “Finally, I was wondering when you were finally going to tell them.” Remus smirked from the corner. “I also wondered. After an extensive amount of research and tests I came to the conclusion that you were a vampire.” Logan said, adjusting his glasses as he glanced at Virgil. “Oh come on. Virgil, you can’t think I’d believe that. You’re very emo, but no.”

“Yeah kiddo. I trust you, but this seems a bit implausible.” said Patton, casting a sideways glance towards Logan.

Virgil said nothing, instead standing up and stalking to the fridge. Opening the hidden compartment, he stood aside to give them a full view of the lined up bottles of blood. Patton stood bolt upright and Roman’s eyebrows raised in shock. Janus did not move, but did cast his eyes to the ceiling with a “Well, it seems that our emo is also a vampire. Well, I am honestly not surprised.”

“Well Virgil. I can’t deny that this is very impressive but- vampires aren’t real.”

To this, Virgil sighed, opened his mouth, and unhinged his fangs. “Is that enough to convince you, Roman?” he asked, retracting them again.

“Well, kiddo, I do believe you now.” said Patton, who, surprisingly, had a face of wonder rather than fear on his face.

“Well, they could be fake…” Roman trailed off as the full weight of everything hit him. “Oh my god you really are a vampire.” he breathed. “Yes, yes I am. Don’t worry, I’m friendly and not dracula. Fine in the sun (I really just am emo), garlic does nothing and neither does holy water. Oh, and I’m also not immortal. I just need blood to stay healthy. Animal blood does just fine so that’s what I use.” Virgil said, shooting them a glance, waiting. Their faces varied from wonder (Patton and Roman) to exasperation (Janus and Logan) to positively evil (Remus). There was not a single speck of fear or hate in their glances. “Oh my god, you’re a vampire. That’s so cool!” Roman said, clearly in awe. “The chances for so many pranks...” Remus muttered eagerly, and Virgil sighed. “I can safely say this will be fine, but I can’t deny it will add some interest to this group.” Logan said, clearly already prepping for thwarting Remus. Janus nodded his agreement, adding a simple “You’re so emo, I’m not even surprised.” earning him a playful punch from Virgil. “Well, kiddo, I’m just happy you told us.” Patton grinned at Virgil, earning a smile in return.

They dispersed to their individual sleeping bags, playfully teasing each other before divulging to the telling of scary stories. Many featured vampires, to which Virgil only rolled his eyes. Eventually, they all dropped off to sleep, exhausted and drained of energy from the night full of fun. The clouds and the moon drifted overhead, to be gone by the time they awoke. The friends slept soundly, safe in the knowledge that they would always have each other, no matter the challenges they were faced with.

#Janus sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #friendship #highschool AU #sanders sides #megans writing #cursing tw #teeth tw #blood tw #fangs tw #human AU #vampire AU #funny

[cesabutterflywrites]

Prince in the Storm: Chapter One

Summary: Contrary to popular belief, Virgil was sensitive. Most people saw him as some “spooky, broody dude”, when in reality he was just a private person. Teachers tried to open his mind up with a figurative crowbar. Everyone tried to get him to open up. Well, everyone except his best friend Talyn. They were the only one who understood his personality and inner workings just enough to be his friend. However, they haven’t seen his Marking. No one other than his parents have.

Contrary to popular belief, Roman was sensitive. Most people saw him as a fanciful, dreamy, somewhat egotistical thespian who wanted nothing but to be the best of the best. Everyone cheered him on in his performances. Everyone praised his original works. Anything he made others enjoyed. People would whisper about his Marking, wondering where it was and when he would reveal it. He had a whole circle of friends, yet no one except his best friend Joan understood him. Joan was the only one who saw Roman’s insecurities. 

As students of Kingston High School, with zany principals and try-hard superintendents, it is up to Virgil and Roman to stay alive enough to fulfill their destiny. Ao3

Word Count:  1054

Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen

Bonuses: Immune to Change

Chapter One

Roman was up half an hour before his alarm went off. He had a nightmare, again. Always the same. He was dressed as Prince Charming, in the middle of a thunderstorm. He wanted to fight it off, but it wasn’t any use. He was paralyzed with anxiety. The purple storm clouds covered him, causing prickles up and down his limbs. Eventually the breath left his lungs and he collapsed onto the black gravel. He almost always woke up in a sweat  after the dream, and usually earlier in the morning than he’d like.

Roman rubbed his hand against his cheek in an attempt to get rid of the sweat. He looked around his room. His golden curtains were pulled apart so the sun would be shining on him when he woke. His walls were covered in various posters; Disney, vintage Broadway, and even a few band ones. His room was full of all of his hopes and dreams, well, the good dreams anyways. 

It wasn’t any use wondering why his nightmare kept returning. He knew why, at least a little bit. It was the first day of his senior year of high school. His aim was to be even better than his years before. Senior year required more talent, more excellency, more dreams. It also required more hard work, more perfection, and more demand for his dedication to his own creations. Thinking of how much work he had ahead of him excited him, it did, but it was also a bit daunting. Failure was his worst nightmare. Even worse than the one he just had. He sighed to himself. No need for a pity party. Pity parties were for those determined to fail. He would conquer his fears and look dashing while doing so. 

He got up from his bed and moved to his vanity. The side mirrors were covered in programs from previous performances, pictures of him on stage, goofy selfies with his old cast mates. They were reminders to him of his first taste of achieving hopes and dreams. Past visions of when he tasted the closest thing to completion in his life. When he was on stage, when he was another person, it was the farthest he was from who he truly was. He could be a romantic hero, a leading man, a prince, anything. He could be a person outside of the need for a soulmate. He shook the thought from his head. Not going to spoil my morning with that nonsense.

“Ugh, Linda,” he grunted. Roman combed his hair, looking at that one strand on the back of his head that wouldn’t cooperate. He started calling it Linda. He named it in hopes that it would be kinder. Appease the flaw enough that it would take a break. If anything, the name gave the stupid piece of hair more power, ”Can we not get along for one day without drama? I need to look my best for the first day of school.” 

Once he was looking as perfect as a prince, despite Linda’s stubbornness, he began to repeat his daily affirmations to himself in the mirror. 

I am pretty

I am a star

I am an artist

I am perfect

I am a prince

He didn’t sing it like normal, he wasn’t as into it. He wasn’t feeling his fabulous self that morning. Lack of sleep before a big day was sure to have consequences. He’d have to drink an extra cup of coffee before leaving for school. The hazel eyes of his reflection held such sorrow and longing. No one else would be able to see it. His fear that he wasn’t enough for the world. 

He gave his reflection his most dazzling smile. Well, when all else fails: give the world what it wants. 

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“Ugh, can you believe these stupid counselors? What is the point of asking us our preferred electives if they won’t even give them to us,” Virgil ranted. 

“Tell me about it,” Talyn, his best friend since the second grade, agreed. “I asked for ceramics 101, with my backup being Art 2. Instead I got,” they squinted at their paper, hoping that would change the results. “Digital art?” 

Virgil and Talyn shared a look. They both knew why they had such horrid schedules. 

“Principal Duke,” they said in unison, filled with frustration at the frequently frazzled man. 

Virgil groaned at the bell. “Well, guess that’s our cue. Good luck Tal. See you at lunch.” 

They parted ways. Virgil triple checked where his first class was. 

‘Chemistry A - Charles, L. - RM 308’

Virgil huffed before running towards the stairs. Climbing stairs first thing in the morning, every day? He felt his stomach churn as he rushed upwards. Too many pancakes. He felt a bit out of breath when he reached his floor but he kept going. If the rumors about Mr. Charles were true, he’d be in deep shit for being late.

He was looking down watching his feet, to make sure he didn’t trip, so of course he didn’t see the other boy rushing downstairs. 

The boys clashed into each other, while the surrounding students moved out of the way. Virgil’s head hit against one of the lockers.  He had been lucky to have fallen a bit sideways so his head didn’t knock on a lock or handle. He was, however, tangled up with the assailant. Embarrassment filled his face with redness, which led to anger.

“Oh my god, watch where you’re going!” Virgil snarled out. 

They both stood up. Virgil brushed off his jeans before looking up at the culprit. 

Oh

Roman King. He ran into Roman King. Star of every show at every school he’s ever been in. The kid was a prodigy, he was basically a local celebrity. Virgil immediately regretted snapping at him.

“I should watch where I’m going?” Roman asked incredulously. “You made me fall and nearly damage my beautiful face.” 

Virgil growled in frustration. Doesn’t matter how handsome, how cool, how perfect Roman was. He got in the way and disrupted Virgil’s purposeful isolation. “Whatever, Roman,” he scoffed as the name left his lips, “I’m about to be late for class”. 

The two stormed off away from each other. “What a way to start off my morning,” they both thought to themselves as they hurried off to class.

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[sanders-specs]

A Musical: Sanders Sides Edition

A/N: Okay so! I’ve had this idea in my head for literal years. Ever since I first discovered this song, anyway. I have the entire thing saved to my mind, and i just had to find a way to write it so i could share this idea. Really the only way i could think to do that where it made sense was through a script format, seeing as this song is from, well, a musical. 

now, no, I am not experienced in writing scripts. This is my first real time at trying to write something like this, so be kind. I did my best, I used one of my old musical scripts for reference. 

And yes, i know, it is impossible to get through exactly what i picture when I listen to this song and imagine what happens. Some of this might not even make sense to some of you. I can’t animate or draw so this is my version of it. 

here is a video of the performance of the song

here is a video of all the musical references in it 

Here is the original cast recording of the song

I highly recommend listening to the song before, during, and after reading this. It will probably help you. 

We’re in Daydream Mode. The Main Four Sides are standing on a stage. The curtain is drawn, and the light is focused on the four. Logan and Virgil stand stage left, Roman and Patton stage right. Roman and Patton are facing the other two

Virgil, confused: What the hell are musicals?

Logan, in a matter of fact tone: It appears to be a play where the dialogue stops, and the plot is conveyed through song

Virgil: Through song?

Logan: Yes

Virgil: Wait, so an actor is saying his lines, and then out of nowhere he just starts singing?

Logan: Yes

Virgil: Well that is the

Patton and Roman lean forward with hopeful and eager faces

Virgil, still speaking: stupidest thing that I have ever heard

Patton and Roman look disappointed

(Patton: he’s not getting it)

(Roman: oh don’t worry, he will)  

Virgil, speaking: You're doing a play, got something to say. So, you sing it?

Logan nods in agreement

Logan: It's absurd.

Logan: Who on earth is going to sit there while an actor breaks into song?

Logan: What possible thought could the audience think, Other than "This is horribly wrong"?

Roman rises up beside him suddenly, putting an arm around his shoulder. 

Roman: Remarkably? They won't think that

Virgil, looking incredulous: Seriously? Why not?

Roman, singing: Because it's a musical

Patton, singing: A musical

Roman: And nothing's as amazing as a musical

Patton: With song and dance

Roman: And sweet romance

Patton: And happy endings happening by happenstance

Roman: Bright lights, stage fights, and a dazzling chorus. You wanna be great? Then you gotta create a musical

Virgil, speaking: I don't know, I find it hard to believe that people would actually pay to see something like this

Roman: Let's just say it's a Saturday night and you wanna go out on the town

Remus, appears suddenly and pushes Roman out of the way

Remus: Got a lady to flatter who might give it up if you don't let her down

Logan looks confused

Logan: We are gay. 

Remus ignores him.

Remus: You could go see a tragedy

Patton frowns at Remus

Patton: But that wouldn't be very fun

Roman, pops back up to try to take back control

Roman: Or a play from Greek mythology

Remus, delightedly: See a mother have sex with her son

The Main Four make a face of disgust. Roman glares at Remus before stepping in front of him, blocking him from view. 

Roman: You could see a drama

With all of the trauma and pain

Patton: Or go see something more relaxing and less taxing on the brain

As he sings ‘brain’ he appears behind Logan and massages his temples, causing Logan to shrug him off

Patton, appearing beside Roman again: Go see a musical

Roman: A musical

Patton: A puppy piece, releasing all your blues-icals

Logan winces and shakes his head at the pun

Patton: Where crooners croon

Chorus, appearing out of nowhere and startling Logan and Virgil: (ah)

Roman: A catchy tune

Remus, popping up in between Logan and Virgil: And limber-legged ladies thrill you 'til you swoon

Logan: I cannot stress this enough, we are gay

The music vamps for a moment as Remus scoffs

Remus: Stop being so logical, Logic

He disappears again as Roman and Patton pop up in front of Logan and Virgil, who both look startled, Logan still a little annoyed. 

Roman: Oohs, ahhs, big applause, and a standing ovation

Patton and the chorus: The future is bright

If you could just write a musical

Logan leans over to Virgil

Logan: we have technically already written one

Virgil shakes his head

Virgil: just indulge them, it’s almost over.

Patton: Some make you happy

He holds up the smiling drama mask in front of his face

Roman: Some make you sad

He holds up the frowny drama mask in front of his face

Roman: Some are quite big

He throws his arms wide

Patton: Some quite small

He pinches his fingers together and scrunches his shoulder

Roman: Some are too long

Patton: Some are just plays with song (chorus: oh)

Roman: Some musicals have no talking at all

Logan: No talking at all?

Roman: That's right

The music changes and a single spotlight comes down on Roman while the other three watch, Logan and Virgil with trepidation, Patton with bright eyes 

Roman: There's no talking

Roman: All of the dialogue is sung

Roman: In a very dramatic fashion

Virgil exchanges looks with Logan

Virgil: Uhm, really?

Roman: Yes, really

Virgil: There's no talking

Roman starts the next line almost talking over Virgil, who looks surprised to be cut off

Roman: There's no talking

Roman: And they often stay on one note for a very long time

Roman: So when they change to a different note, you notice

Roman: And it's supposed to create a dramatic effect

Roman: But mostly you just sit there asking yourself

Roman: "Why aren't they talking?"

Logan, muttering: Sounds miserable

Patton, leaning into him: I believe it's pronounced Misérable

Logan pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh

Virgil: And people actually like this?

Roman breaks off of his serious face and turns to Virgil, the lights coming back up 

Roman: No, they love it, and what's not to love?

Patton loops his arm through Virgil’s crossed ones, startling Virgil. 

Patton: It's such a delight

Patton: There's nothing quite like a musical

Roman, speaking: Oh, another vision, I haven't even told you the best part yet. Patton, help me out!

Logan: There’s more?

Patton: oh you bet!

Patton: Feel that fascinating rhythm moving to your feet

Patton starts dancing 

Patton: Whoa, whoa

Virgil: (uhm, what is that?)

Remus, appearing again: Feel your ass gyrating to that titillating beat 

(Logan, more concerned than anything: whoa are you okay?)

Patton tries to subtly push Remus away as his dancing becomes more provocative

Patton: You slap your lap

Roman and Patton pat their laps

Patton: Then fingers snap

They snap their fingers 

Patton: That's when you know it's time to tap, he starts tapping oh

Virgil: What the hell are you doing now?

Patton taps around them as they talk

Logan: It's called a dance break

Logan: Apparently this happens in musicals as well

Logan: People on stage just burst into spontaneous dance

Virgil: Why? Does it advance the plot? (Logan: No)

Virgil: Advance character? (Logan: Not necessarily)

Virgil: Then why do it?

Roman, popping up in between them: Because! it's entertaining! five, six, seven, eight

Curtains behind them come up revealing the entire chorus tapping, Patton center stage. Roman joins in as Virgil and Logan move stage left to watch with raised eyebrows. Remus can be seen in the back, dressed like a showgirl but still in his colors.

Roman: Another vision

Logan and Virgil: oh no

Roman: It's a musical

Patton: Whaddya talk, whaddya talk

Roman: It's a musical

Patton: A Suessical?

Roman: No, a musical with girls on stage

Chorus: A musical

Roman: We've got snappy repartees

Remus, appears beside him still in his showgirl outfit, and rests an arm on Roman’s shoulder

Remus: And the women are risqué

Roman smoothly moves and Remus falls over

Roman: And the chorus boys are kind of gay

Logan: that is a stereotype 

Chorus, interrupting him: A musical

Patton: A true, blue, new musical

Roman: Stand back, it's a musical

Seasons of Love music starts playing and Patton straightens and puts on a ‘serious’ face

Patton: Some musicals are very serious

Roman: A big, glittering musical

Roman and chorus: A musical

Patton and the chorus line up in front of Virgil, Logan, and Roman, all with buckets, and kneel down as ‘It’s a Hard-knock Life’ starts playing. 

Patton and chorus: It's a musical for us

They all get up and scatter, Roman tossing the bucket Patton forgot to a member of the chorus 

Patton: A big and shiny

Patton: Mighty fine-y, glitter, glitz, and chorus line-y

Patton: Bob your head and shake your hiney musical

Roman pops up beside Logan

Roman: It's a musical (chorus: it's a musical)

Patton pops up beside Virgil

Patton: It is a musical (chorus: it's a musical)

Virgil throws his arms up in defeat

Virgil: Okay fine!

Patton and Roman’s faces light up as they mirror their hopeful looks from the beginning of the song. Logan continues to look either bored or incredulous

Virgil, begrudgingly singing: We'll do a musical (Patton, grinning: no kidding!)

They all look at Logan, who sighs 

Logan, still speaking: A musical

Roman, excitedly: What could be more amazing than a musical?

Logan, muttering: I could think of a few things

Patton and Roman start shimming their shoulders

Patton: With song and dance

Roman: And sweet romance

Virgil, admitting defeat: And with a musical we might have half a chance (Logan: at what?!) 

Patton, Roman, and Virgil: Oohs, ahhs, big applause with everyone cheering for us

Kick line music kicks in. Logan and Virgil look around startled and surprised as Roman and Patton start pulling them upstage 

Roman: And for some unexplainable reason

Roman: The crowd goes wild every time

Roman: When dancers kick (roman and Patton kick) in unison (kick) in one big wonderful line

The lights come up again and there’s a kickline, again with Remus there standing out in his green and black showgirl outfit

Logan is being pulled into the kickline, and he looks unsure about it

Logan: I don’t think

Roman: it’s too late you already agreed!

All (except Logan): And then you got yourself a musical

We see Logan watching the other kick, still looking unsure

All: A musical

All: A la, la, la, la, la, la, la palooza-sical

Logan starts trying to join with the kicking, but keeps coming in a little late

All: With splashy style and a big fake smile

All: A snazzy pants, some jazzy hands, I swear that I'll

The kickline breaks up just as Logan has got the hang of it. He looks annoyed about it 

Roman and Patton: Cross my heart, hope to die if it isn't a doozy

Virgil: now let’s not make any promises

Patton puts his arm around Virgil’s shoulders

Patton: Take it from me

Roman appears on the other side

Roman: They'll be flocking to see

Roman and Patton: Our star lit

Roman and Patton: Won't quit

Roman and Patton: Big hit

Roman and Patton: Musical

A Chorus Line music kicks in. Logan and Virgil look confused as Roman, Patton, and the chorus members all freeze and hold up playbils to their face before resuming like nothing happened.

All: A big hit musical!

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