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dankali · 3 years

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Things I Liked About The Haikyuu!! English Dub Pt. 2: Electric Boogaloo

I’m back

Oikawa

- Oh, Chris Patton, thank you for doing my favorite overworked brat justice

- I can’t imagine it’s easy to perfectly toe the line between “petty and pride-filled” and “prodigious, yet self-loathing”. But, somehow, it’s been done quite well

- Forgive me for using vague terms, but I love the way his voice stays at the back of his throat, but still keeps a breathy quality

- “SoRrY pAl, I dOn’T sPeAk StUpId.” You fucking b r a t I love you

- Being able to further disassociate it from Iwaizumi’s voice in the dub was something I didn’t know I needed

- His more serious moments are also done pretty well

Iwaizumi

- “Not as much as I hate pretty boys like you that get all the girls.” IwaOi shippers everywhere are crying joyously in unison

- As perpetually “tsun tsun” Iwa’s voice is, it does a good job of aggressively caring about others in one way or another

- “Loserkawa”, “Lazykawa”, and “Shittykawa”. Mans says this in the span of ten seconds

- Not me vehemently simping for him because of this different vocal interpretation

- I’m just glad that his voice isn’t that low or grungy, just very “angrily sensible”

- Also “If you catch a cold, I’m totally kicking your ass!”

Kuroo

- Yet another dub fans like to shit on and I can’t wrap my head around why???

- Sure he has his less than perfect moments, but who can overlook gold like: “Don’t say that! It’s an insult to healthy food.” and “Umm...congratulations??”

- I mean the alternating clarity and gravellyness of his voice in different scenes bring together the fact that he’s an S-Tier Dork™️ and Jerk™️ with valuable moments of Third Year Wisdom™️

- And his tone has such good chemistry with Bokuto’s when they banter with each other

- Alternatively, the contrast Kuroo’s voice has with Tsukishima’s gives me a warm feeling I can’t exactly explain

- And when he wants to instill an unmistakable feeling of fear in someone, that demonic range can do it

Yaku

- I actually kinda like this particular Deeper Voiced Libero

- I only say that because Yaku’s already got a reputation as the “Demon Senpai”. And his voice has the range to perfectly nail the “demon” and the “senpai” parts

- The contrast he has with Kuroo’s voice is oddly satisfying to me

- “Did you just say you’re tired??” and “Wow,,,I’ve never seen Kenma be as outgoing as he is now...:’D” carry such strong maternal connotations and I love that

- Oddly enough, his timbre is similar to Lev's. But, the way both actors have to use their voices separates the characters well enough for me

- Also his little grunts when he physically abuses someone :')

Kenma

- Ah yes, a shining example of a single voice transcending continental boundaries. (Legit though, why are both voices so similar???)

- Save some differences in pitch, Kenma's voice is the one that most closely matches its sub counterpart

- But the way his and Kuroo's voices blend (or lack thereof) make me feel some type of way...Like is there something y'all need to tell me? (I.e. "You shouldn’t wander off like that⛓😒" "Sorry🙄" like huuuuh???)

- "Later, okay?" Catch me dying of cuteness over here

- Whenever Kenma gives that intimidating cat-eyed look, I think the actor made a good choice in making him sound the slightest bit cheeky. As though he was amused by the subject at hand. Scares me shitless every time

- HIS CUTE LITTLE YAWNS I LOVE HIM-

Lev

- HAIBA YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING DORK AND YOUR VOICE ONLY MAKES IT WORSE (by which I mean better)

- The way he talks gives off a socially unintelligent quality. Like, he just says what he means without a thought of getting busted in the kneecaps afterwards. It's so blunt and cute, I love it

- "HINATAAA, YOU ANY TALLER YET??" No he's not Lev, you know he's sensitive about that 😭

- The slight raspiness his voice has also ages his voice up, without making him sound old (if you catch my drift). His body has matured, but his brain sure hasn't

- Istg I'm SO GLAD they didn't give Lev a russian accent Yuri on Ice!! style. Do you really think this guy is smart enough to pick up and maintain two language skillsets??

- Literally any time he insults someone accidentally

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edupunkn00b · 3 years

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Perennials: Hypericum (Inspiration)

Word count: 1660 - T - [ AO3 ] - Canon(ish), Post-POF - Overture May Flowers Event Day 27 Prompt: Hypericum for Inspiration CW: Brief Remus-typical but non-graphic references to blood, gunshots, murder, sexual innuendo. Partial spoiler of and references to the movie SE7EN. ---

However big, however small Let me be part of it all Share your dreams with me We may be right, we may be wrong But I wanna bring you along to the world I see To the world we close our eyes to see - A Million Dreams, The Greatest Showman, Willow Sage Hart

Thomas was lying on his couch, bare feet crossed and propped up on an armrest. He was doodling in the margins of a blank page in his notebook, listening to his Creative Sides. Roman was pacing back and forth, waving his hands as he spoke. Remus stood on his head in a corner, balancing his morning star Lucie on one foot.

"And then you come out -" Remus cackled and Roman sighed, hiding a tiny smile. Patton would have laughed, too, Roman thought. He continued, "And then you can enter from the wings, already mid-monologue, demonstrating that for thespians of your caliber - "

"All the world's a stage!," Thomas completed excitedly. "Oh, I like it!" Roman grinned, that wondrous warm glow of pride and love spreading all the way up through his body from his toes. "So what should my monologue be?"

Roman posed with his hands on his hips and chin tilted up. "How much time do you have?"

Thomas read from his notes, " 'The monologue must be under two minutes.' "

"Mmmmm ...," Remus purred from the corner. "John Doe's speech from the back of the squad car in SE7EN would be tasty."

"Remus!," Roman whirled and stared at his brother, hand held over his heart. "John Doe is a killer! Our Thomas is no villain!"

"Ugh, fiiine," Remus twirled Lucie like a baton, ignoring the nicks on his hands and face when the sharp points scraped his skin. They quickly disappeared. "If you have to be the hero, you could use Brad Pitt's speech from the finale." Remus smirked and waggled his eyebrows. "Cops are heroes, right? What's in the box? Pow! " Remus held Lucie by the spiky top, miming a gunshot. He shrugged. "Sure, we'd have to modify it a bit ... Oh! Or maybe re-write it so you play all three characters? Oooh... and then you can spew blood and -"

Thomas winced, "Hmm, maybe I should pick something a little ... lighter for the audition? And something they won't have to clean up afterwards?"

"Eh, their loss." Remus shrugged and threw Lucie until she lodged into the ceiling. He watched, waiting for gravity to pull her back down. "Personally, I think you'd make a terrifying John Doe."

Roman suddenly clapped his hands together. "Oh, I've got it! The Doctor's Zygon speech!," Roman put on a heavy - and angry - Scottish accent, " 'Because it's not a game, Kate. This is a scale model of war. Every war ever fought, right there in front of you.' "

The brothers grinned at each other. Remus laughed, eyes bright, "Our resident geeky Gallifreyan would really get behind that choice. I bet he's already got it completely memorized for you."

Thomas nodded, humming to himself and scrawling the idea in his notebook. "Ok, and I need a song ... what about Razzle Dazzle?"

"Hmm ... that could work," Roman hummed. He experimented with a few bars. " 'Razzle dazzle 'em ... and they'll make you a star!' " Roman nodded vigorously. "It really shows off your range. And then -"

"Bor-ring!," Remus called out from his corner, catching Lucie when she fell and bouncing her from one foot to the other. "You need something that's going to do more than simply showcase your vocal range. You need to wow them with the full spectrum of your talents."

Roman scoffed lightly, rolling his eyes at the interruption, but Thomas sat up and looked curiously at the Duke. "It sounds like you have something in mind, Remus. Wanna tell us?"

Remus flipped himself upright, standing on the back edge of the couch. Thomas flinched, moving back in case Remus suddenly slipped fell onto to the seat cushions. Remus shrugged and jumped down to the floor. "Better, Thom-along?" Blushing, Thomas nodded. "Ok, you need something that demonstrates your full range from principled, upright citizen," Remus gestured toward Roman, "and monstrous trash panda with a head full of sex and murder ..." Remus shimmied his shoulders and thrust his hips, grinned wickedly.

Remus met Roman's eyes and the brothers' grins grew. They shouted in unison, "Jeckyl and Hyde!"

"Ooooh!," Thomas leapt to his feet. "Lost in the Darkness is an incredible song! I love it!" Remus started to speak when Roman interjected.

"It'll need some work ... it's been a while since you've sung it." Thomas' excitement was infectious, though. Roman gripped Thomas' arms, spinning him around and then tried a few bars. Remus opened his mouth again to speak before Thomas interrupted.

"You're right. Or, how about Confrontation? That would - "

"H̾e̾y̾!̾ ̾T̾h̾e̾a̾t̾r̾e̾ ̾n̾e̾r̾d̾s̾!̾," Remus used his dark voice to muffle theirs as he shouted over them, "Listen to me!" Roman and Thomas both turned to Remus. Roman rolled his eyes again, but Thomas frowned.

"You're right, Remus. I'm sorry, we were talking over you. What's your idea?" Thomas winced slightly, holding out his hands in a defensive position, "Just - please don't say I should self-immolate again, ok?"

Remus blinked in surprise at Thomas' apology but quickly recovered, waggling his eyebrows and flashing an evil grin, "No, no, no, no, no ... that's for the last performance." Roman groaned and threw himself on the couch. "What I was going to suggest was ..." he paused, waiting for Roman to look at him as well. "You should sing Good 'n' Evil ..."

Thomas scrunched his nose, "But isn't that Lucy's song?"

"Precisely ... there is zero chance some other fu-" Roman glared at him and Remus stuck out his tongue "-dude is gonna go up there and sing it and you can't deny it's one of the best songs in the entire show. C'mon, what could be more perfect than," Remus broke into song, reminding both of them that Thomas truly had two Creativities " 'Evil's the one that is free everywhere - Good is the one that they sell!' "

Roman sat up, crossing his arms in front of his chest, but he couldn't hide the interest in his face. "We'll need to adjust the key."

"I've got just the thing for that!," Remus grinned, snapping his fingers and the three of them were suddenly standing on the stage in a large concert hall. Remus sat down at the grand piano in center stage.

Thomas looked around, mouth agape, staring at the balconies jutting out over the house floor. "Is this Carnegie Hall? How did we get here?"

"Practice, of course," Remus genuflected with a dramatic flick of his wrist, demonstrating once again that the split had not left Roman with all of the twin's reservoir of flair.

Roman pinched his mouth, trying not to smile as Thomas groaned. "That's your second dad joke in the last twenty minutes," Thomas shook his head but couldn't keep a straight face and started to laugh. "You and Patton will be insufferable together."

Remus threw his head back, laughing. "Ok, it's not really Carnegie Hall. You see the pattern on the upholstery?"

Thomas tilted his head, jumping off the foot of the stage to get a closer look. "Thomas, be careful!," Roman called out.

"Eh, he's fine, Ro Bro ... Nothing can hurt Thomas here. This is just like a dream for him." Remus rocked back and forth, cracking his neck unnaturally. He waggled his eyebrows at his twin. "We both know we're the ones who need to be careful in the Imagination ... "

Thomas spun around, staring at Remus, "What? You two can actually get hurt here?"

"Well, sure," Roman answered, "We're part of your Imagination. This -" Roman waved his hands around them "-this is the real world for us." Remus sat down at the piano, quietly playing two different melodies with either hand, eyes trained on the keys. "If we do something careless or dangerous ..." Roman trailed off, his attention drawn to Remus. As if he could sense his brother's glare, Remus shimmied his shoulders, rocking his head back and forth with a wild grin. "We can be seriously injured or even - " Remus stopped playing to draw a finger across this neck and then threw himself to the floor in a corpse pose.

"Oh ...," Thomas sat down in the seat he had been examining. Remus had been right, there were weird little plants in ... interesting positions stitched on the seats. There's no way the real Carnegie Hall had that on the seats. "But ... what happens if you get hurt here and then go right back to the ... other parts of the Mindscape?"

"We heal." Remus muttered quietly, getting up from the floor and pecking out a somber tune on the piano. "If we can get back fast enough." Roman narrowed his eyes at him. Quiet and Remus didn't usually go together.

"Aaany-way ...," Remus shook himself from head to toe. "Get your sweet ass back on stage, Tom-Tom." Roman crouched at the foot of the stage, offering a hand to Thomas as he clambered back up. "How about we start here -" Remus played the opening bars, looking at Roman and Thomas. When both remained silent, he pounded the keys and sang in a discordant tune, "This is where you start singing ....," He raised his eyebrows at them and played the opening again. Remus grinned when both Roman and Thomas began to sing. Thomas stumbled a bit at the bridge and Remus waved a hand upstage and the music and lyrics for the song starting scrolling through the air. At the end of the piece, he spun around on the bench, hands dancing in front of him, "Well, how did that feeeel....?"

Roman clapped his hands together, "That was amazing! Can we try it just a bit lower this time?," He rushed over to the piano, trying a few different notes. Remus joined him, experimenting until they'd found a key they both liked.

"Oh, and what if we add a little nasty dissonance here at 'Good's unreliable! Good may be thankable!' and then go back to the standard melody at 'Evil is bankable!' ...," Remus played the notes, swapping the key for a few bars. Roman closed his eyes, listening, then nodded furiously.

"Yes! And then we could repeat it -," Roman added.

Remus grinned "And swap the melody again!"

Thomas watched the brothers creating together and couldn't stop smiling. He had this audition in the bag!

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#mayflowersevent #day 27: hypericum for inspiration #perennials #sanders sides fanfic #ts roman #ts remus #ts c!thomas #creativitwins #overture #❤️🧡💛💚💙💙💜💗

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omgsomeonesomewhereonearth · 4 years

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Okay, so a while ago I saw a (very true) post about how Deceit absolutely deserves to be carried princess style and then I spent two hours on pinterest looking at lolita style dresses that reminded me of him and as usual I am very obsessed with moceit and I may have accidentally fallen in love with the idea of prince Deceit and commoner Patton.

Deceit is a prince who is known throughout several lands for being very beautiful and has no shortage of suitors seeking his hand.

But he also has a reputation for being super harsh with said suitors and many a reknowned knight has been crushed by his harsh commentary

So it's sort of a thing, across the kingdom that he's incredibly gorgeous and highly desired, but no one seems to stand a chance because he's rejected everyone who's ever tried.

Enter Patton

We all love Patton as a baker. I also tend to like him as gardener, and he's seeking a job at the palace

So he's the new garden hand, he tends to the palace gardens, he's incredibly good with the plants, often to the point of irritating the people who work along side him

(His special trick is that he talks to the plants. They appreciate his jokes and regard him as a friend)

And maybe Deceit is taking a stroll in the palace gardens, he's admiring the lovely flowers and he hears Patton chattering away, joking around with the plants as he's watering them, as one does.

The jokes are ridiculous, ofcourse. As is the the fact that the man is talking to plants.

But also...kind of funny?

And then he turns a corner and actually catches sight of Patton, and...well.

He's not incredibly handsome.

He definitely isn't staring

He wouldn't even think to notice that his shirt sleeves have been rolled up

Or that his ands and forearms look incredibly strong, presumably from hours working in the garden (he wouldn't know; he's a prince, his keeps his hands nice and soft and covered in gloves in all times if he can help it, thank you)

The way Patton's hair is falling in eyes a little bit and the fact that he has a bit of dirt in his nose is kind of endearing was exactly the kind of thing he might have sent a desperate suitor packing for

(Look, it's nothing personal, he just doesn't particularly want to get married and no one ever gave him the option to just...not have suitors. So instead he has to find other excuses to be rid of them)

Anyway, so here's Deceit, not staring at the garden hand busy at work, and trying to come up with a suitably clever remark to make the boy look up from his work

Why is that something he wants, you ask? How dare you question the prince.

Anyway, so as Deceit is standing here trying to think of something cool to say and wondering why it's so hard all of a sudden

Patton makes a funny joke, and Deceit laughs

Which is frankly, mortifying, but it does get Patton's notice

It's a very cute laugh. And it's definitely not a laugh that Patton has heard before

Seriously, about three people working at the palace laugh at his jokes and he knows what they sound like

So he turns around, and he's face to face with the prince and...wow

Patton has heard the rumors, he knows, as a fact, that the prince is handsome

And he's seen Deceit from what's considered a respectable distance, considering the disparity in their social status

But this is his first time really seeing him, and the rumours do not do Deceit justice.

He's the prettiest man Patton has ever laid eyes upon

He's quite a bit taller than Patton, but he looks so...sweet, and delicate, with his fine clothes, and the way his face has gone all pink from being caught watching the gardener

Patton knows, he's fully aware that if a member of the royal family comes across him while he's working, he's supposed to bow respectfully, and greet them by their title, and not say anything else until they ask him a question

Instead, he decides to risk his job and his head by outright grinning at the one of the most feared nobles in the land, and ask him what he thinks of the the flowers that he's been hard at work planting

Look, he couldn't help it okay!

It's not his fault, you try looking into those eyes and still being able to remember protocol!

Deceit is taken aback, obviously

Not only is his behaviour wildly inappropriate, no one's ever talked to him in such a casual manner before!

...No one has ever talked to him like this before

He might actually kind of like it

Patton's accent is not what he's used to hearing, and he knows he's meant to scoff at the frank manner of speech, and all the slang that he doesn't understand

But he doesn't want to

It's kind of cute, he decides, and it's doing things to his insides that he wasn't aware was possible

And even if Patton's voice is a little rough around the edges, the way he's gazing at the young prince is anything but

And even when he decides to be cheeky and overstep his bounds even further by suggesting that prettiest flower in the garden certainly hadn't been planted by him, or anyone else for that matter-

Well.

It's certainly not the first time Deceit's received a compliment like that, but the way Patton says it, while biting back a grin, as if he knows he shouldn't but he couldn't help himself anyways-

It's different, it's so very different to every other time he's heard it

And as for Pattton, if he thought Deceit's laugh was cute, he's far gone by the time the prince opens his mouth

His voice is just so lovely and smooth, and gosh, he just sounds like royalty, Patton is convinced that he'd do anything Deceit asked of him in a heartbeat, and it's not just because he literally works for the royal family

They end up talking for far too long, about the garden, about the weather, and how the weather is affecting the garden, until someone calls for Patton and he's forced to scurry away, and Deceit looks at his watch and realises that he's incredibly late for a meeting with another tiresome noble come to win him over (things do not go well for that guy)

When Patton is asked about why he took so long on one area of the garden, he tries to come up with a convincing excuse

Ultimately, it doesn't really matter how convincing his excuse is, because it doesn't change the fact that he is bringht pink and keeps quietly giggling to himself throughout the course of the evening

Eventually, a few of his friends manage to coax the truth out of his

They are (not unfairly) terrified when Patton shyly admits that he's been spending talking to the prince

They're even more horrified when Patton tells them he flirted with the guy

"I couldn't help it! He was just so cute, I spoke without thinking!"

"This isn't funny, Pat, you know it'll only end badly"

Patton does know, very well.

It doesn't change the fact that he goes to bed thinking about the prince all day.

(And possibly all night)

(At this point he doesn't knownif he can ever stop thinking about the prince)

Meanwhile, if Deceit thought his noble suitors were irritating before, now that he's talked to Patton, they've become downright unbearable

He can't stop replaying the casual way that Patton greeted him, as if he either didn't know or really, really, didn't care that society considered him to be far lower than the noble

It was kind of hot

It was incredibly hot

The lord currently attempting to sweet talk him is dismissed in record time and Deceit resolves to start going walking more frequently

Okay, wow, that ended up way longer than I thought it might, and I somehow still have more ideas. Should I continue this?

#moceit #ts patton #ts deceit #patton sanders #deceit sanders #sanders sides #ts sides #sanders sides fanart #sanders sides fic #bullet fic #my writing #my aesthetic is accidentally writing bullet fics when i just meant to outline a simple idea #omgsomeonesart

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vintage-squid · 4 years

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The Fruits of Love

Summary: "When we first met, you thought I was a pompous airhead and I thought you were nothing short of insufferable. If anyone had told me then I would one day spend my mornings waking up in your arms and kissing your illegally handsome face, I’d have told them to take a long walk off a short pier." Logan can't believe the wedding is finally happening, but even his nerves can't stop him from marrying the prince of his dreams.

Pairings: Logan/Roman, brotherly Virgil/Logan, background Virgil/Deceit/Patton

Rating: G Warnings: a whole heckin lotta fluff On AO3

I realized I never posted this to tumblr lol, so here yall go

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Logan exhaled deep and slow as he took one final look at himself in the full-length mirror. He smoothed his hands over the skirt of his dress, trying to focus on the sensation of smooth silk and textured ruffle rather than the clammy chill that had settled into his palms. The layers over his hips accented his low curves, holding him in an embrace as comforting as his fiance did each night. There was not a crinkle to be found in the fabric, nor a hair out of place from his wavy curls, and yet he felt as disheveled as the dressing room around him, which had been cleared of his half of their wedding party only moments before as they scrambled to get the finishing touches of their outfits in order before the ceremony.

Now, the groom-to-be was alone with his thoughts and a raising heart rate. He could do this, there was no reason for the flush of nervousness that sent a cool tingly sensation to the tips of his manicured fingers and toes (styled like miniature galaxies, of course, his brother was an exceptional artist, even with nail polish). There were less people out there than in any of his lectures, and all of the audience would be close friends and family, and yet...and yet…

He startled when someone softly knocked on the door, looking over his shoulder to see his brother, and best man, peeking in.

“You almost ready?” Virgil asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. With what was likely a pitiful expression, Logan turned and reached for his older brother. Virgil didn’t hesitate to step closer, gathering him close. He cupped Logan’s face, smoothing his thumbs over his brother’s cheeks and drawing him close to touch their foreheads together. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, LB. The love of your life is waiting for you out there, annoying as ever, but looking damn good too. Just don’t tell him I said that, or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Logan huffed a small laugh, both at Virgil’s never-ending rivalry with his fiance, and the childhood nickname he would never shake - not that he wanted to. LB. Logan Baras. Little Brother. Logan Berries. Lotsa Binch. Really, it was getting ridiculous at this point, but it was an in-joke that had been evolving since they were in grade school. It was also part of the reason why Logan had asked to keep his last name, or hyphenate the two, after the wedding; he couldn’t bear to part with such an ingrained part of himself. Thankfully, Baras-Sanders rolled off the tongue quite nicely, in his opinion.

He raised his hands, mirroring his elder brother’s position to cradle Virgil’s face in turn. “I swear that will remain between you and I, else I will never hear the end of his gloating over your compliment either.” The pair chuckled before Logan trailed off with a sigh. “I .. I am…” A second shaky exhale. “I’m anxious, VB.” Virgil Baras. Very (Big) Brother. Vigilant Bro-tector. Vain Bastard. An eye for an eye, as they say. “I know our friends and family support our relationship, but many of them are unaware that I will be wearing a dress and make-up! Not to mention how unorthodox our choice of venue is - I can’t believe I let him talk me into hosting our wedding at his theater, and -”

“Hey!” Virgil’s low voice cut him off with a small shake of his head. “Hey... it’s my job to be the worry-wart here, remember? Deep breaths, okay? And stop chewing on your lip! Do you know how long it took me to get that ombre just right?”

Logan rolled his eyes, but obliged; he really didn’t want to sit through another session of his brother’s perfectionist fussing.

“Now, you look fucking amazing. Like damn gurl, slay it.” Virgil’s deadpanned drawl in a mockery of their mutual friend, Remy, had Logan snorting a giggle. “But seriously, LB, I can promise you that everyone out there is going to be stunned at how gorgeous this dress is, and how radiant you are… and no one more than that idiot you fell in love with. You’re gonna walk out there, and Za is gonna be with you to walk you down the aisle, and mom will be crying, and I’m gonna waiting on stage too, but you’re only gonna have eyes for the man you are marrying today.”

With a shaky smile and watery eyes, Logan lunged forward to wrap is older brother in a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of the other’s shoulder. “The proper pronunciation is ‘going to’, and I love you so goddamn much, VB.” Pulling back, he cycled a deep breath, and squeezed Virgil’s upper arms gently. “Thank you. Now, I believe we have a wedding to attend.”

Walking out of the dressing room arm-in-arm, the brothers snuck around the side doors so they could enter the theatre from the foyer with the rest of the wedding party. The assorted group of groomsmen, groomsladies, and friends of honour turned as they approached, the other best man breaking away to sweep Logan into a hug.

“Oh Lolo! You look stunning!” Patton pulled back, stars in his eyes as he looked over the whorls of colour covering the ballgown-style dress. “Wow…. This dress is absolutely perfect on you! And it matches your pretty make-up! Oh!! This is so wonderful!!” He fanned his face, trying to hold back the tears that were already threatening to fall. “I can’t believe you two are finally getting married!”

A blush graced Logan’s cheeks with a soft smile. “I cannot either; it feels like a dream come true.”

“Speaking of the wedding - we really need to get that started here, people!” A voice cut in, drawing the group’s attention to the ring-and-flower bearer of the ceremony. Denali approached the trio, slipping their hands into both Virgil and Patton’s. Their outfit was a delightful mix of both their genders: the tighter bodice giving way to a flared coattail-skirt with striped pants matched well with their colourful make-up - done on only one half of their face. The ensemble was completed with a wide-brimmed hat topped with an extravagantly flowing feather. “I love that you’re all being cutesy over here, I really do, but I don’t want to have to listen to Roman whine later that we left him standing at the altar. So-” They raised their voice, addressing the wedding party as a whole. “I need everyone to buddy up and line up! We have some gay nerds who need to get married!”

With a wave to cue the sound operator, the music began. A chuckle rippled through the crowd as they recognized the entrance music as a slowed version of the Lord of the Rings’ iconic theme. Virgil and Patton grinned at one another and planted a kiss on both of Denali’s cheeks simultaneously before linking arms and striding into the theater. Two by two, the rest of the wedding party followed, walking down the center aisle through the audience, and parting at the stage to walk up the stairs on each side. Their lines met once more to either side of Roman and the officiant, an array of suits and dresses in colours accenting the grooms’. Denali completed the proceeding on his own, tossing flower petals with a flourish so grand one would almost believe this was their wedding.

Then, the room faded into silence, and, as the opening notes of the original 1963 Doctor Who opening theme (stylized for a wedding procession, of course) played out, Logan rounded the corner. Arm linked with his Za, and a bouquet accented with peacock feathers held in his other hand, the groom looked ethereal in the spotlight. The blues and greys of his dress and make-up sparkled as he made his way past the most important people in his and Roman’s life, and if he had been able to look away from Roman’s eyes for a moment, he would have seen only love and awe radiating back from them.

Logan hugged his Za tightly as they stopped in front of the stage, smiling with tears in his eyes as his beloved parent tipped his head down to kiss his forehead. When Roman stepped down the stairs at center stage, his burgundy suit and silver filigree circlet lending him the regal air of royalty he had always hoped to achieve, his soon-to-be Za-in-law pulled him into a hug too. Ze guided the grooms’ hands together, squeezing them gently with a smile, and stepped back to sit with zir wife to watch as they officially welcomed another son into their lives.

Ever the gentleman, Roman helped his beloved up the steps, ensuring the skirt of his dress didn’t get caught under the practical blue flats Logan had chosen to wear. Thankfully, there was no train to wrangle, as it was an excess of fabric that Logan had no desire to waste or trip over. As they took their places, Virgil stepped forward to take the bouquet, letting the grooms hold both hands with matching smiles.

Clearing his throat, the officiant - and theater owner, and close friend of Roman’s - Thomas, began the ceremony.

“Mawage.” A smirk was tugging at his lips as both grooms’ jaws dropped. “Mawage is wot bwings us togeder today. Mawage, that bwessed awangement, that dweam wifin a dweam…” Slowly, Logan began to grin, Roman already biting his lip to muffle his giggles. “And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva..” Of course Thomas had chosen to quote the movie they had watched together on their first date. “So tweasure your wuv.”

The entire wedding party was giggling now, as well as a fair number in the audience. Thomas, looking far too pleased with himself, continued in his normal, exuberant tone. “I truly believe the pair standing before us today not only each embody the beautiful magic that blossoms in the heart when one has found true love, but they choose each and every day to work together to care for those precious gardens. They shared carefully tended clippings made from their vulnerabilities and strengths, their fears and their trust, and lovingly incorporated these parts of their partner into their hearts. At times, yes, there were weeds which needed to be pulled. Some just needed to be identified to deal with, while others required both of them pulling with all their might to remove. Those deep roots could have left holes in their gardens, but instead, our handsome grooms chose to fill in the spaces so new seedlings could begin to grow. The literal fruits of their labour have culminated here today, as they promise themselves to one another for the rest of their lives.”

Smiling widely, Thomas retrieved a ring box from the pocket of his suit and held it out. “Roman, I can tell you are absolutely bursting with the need to profess your love right now. We’ll let you say your vows first then.” A laugh rippled through the crowd, Logan snickering too as his betrothed shrugged with a sheepish smile but did not deny the claim.

With his fingers cupped under Logan’s, cradling and supporting them, Roman held up their joined hands and kissed his knuckles. “Hey nerd,” he began, drawing another laugh from their friends and family, and a smiling eye-roll from his beloved. “I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be the one standing up here with you today. When we first met, you thought I was a pompous airhead and I thought you were nothing short of insufferable. If anyone had told me then I would one day spend my mornings waking up in your arms and kissing your illegally handsome face, I’d have told them to take a long walk off a short pier. But, by Julie Andrews, here we are, and I couldn’t imagine my life without you by my side. You are my greatest joy, my strongest support, and my deepest love. I swear, with every fibre of my being, I will spend everyday striving to be the same for you. I swear to care for you through the good and the bad, to celebrate your victories like they were my own, and to provide for you safety from the noise of the world when all you need is someone on your side. I love you, Logan, this I swear to you.”

Delicately plucking a ring from its satin cushion in the box, Roman cradled Logan’s hand and slipped the band over his left finger. The silver band was inset with three small red stones set on a diagonal, mimicking Orion’s belt - the only constellation Roman could confidently identify for years, frequently and loudly, much to their joined amusement. Woven through the gemstones was a simple silver filigree, and all of which perfectly complemented the engagement ring already at home on Logan’s finger.

If at all possible, Thomas was smiling wider, eyes damp. “Logan? It’s your turn.”

With a sniffle, Logan looked from the wedding band up into the eyes of his love, determined to make it through the ceremony without ruining his make-up. Tenderly, he shifted Roman’s hands so both cradled Logan’s left, around his rings, around their promise. Right hand freed, Logan reached up to cradle Roman’s cheek and smooth his thumb over those sharp cheekbones, accented today with a glittering highlight.

“Roman,” he began, voice a little strained with emotion. “Gods above, Ro, only you and that ridiculously handsome smile of yours could make me forget every carefully planned out word I wanted to say.” The couple shared a chuckle, Roman’s hands tightening briefly around his. “You are every bit the royalty you claim to be. Even now, I cannot recall which one of us began to pursue the other, but I will surely never forget how patient you have been with me through every step of our relationship. Not once have you ever asked more from me than I was willing to share, and nor did you get angry or leave when I requested we slow down because I was scared of how quickly I found myself falling for you. I used to relish in my solitude, in the silence of my own company, but somehow you managed to worm your stubborn way over my walls. You have become a vital part of my life, and I find it unnervingly quiet when you are not around. I cannot even enjoy star-gazing alone anymore! Roman, I need you to know, I would never have it any other way. I swear to care for you through the good and the bad, to celebrate your victories like they were my own, and to provide for you safety from the noise of the world when all you need is someone on your side. I love you, Roman, you truly are the prince of my dreams.”

There was not a dry eye in the theater as Logan retrieved the matching ring to his own from the box and slid it delicately onto Roman’s finger. The equally silver band sat alongside Roman’s engagement ring like it were expressly created to be there. The filigree crept around another trio of gemstones in the same position as Logan’s, though these were coloured a deep blue.

Clutching a hand to his heart, Thomas wiped the tears from his eye. “Roman James Sanders, do you take Logan to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Unable to look away from his love, Roman nodded with a wide smile. “I do.”

“Logan Wilson Baras, do you take Roman to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Logan nodded and squeezed their rejoined hands. “I do.”

“Then by the powers vested in me by the province of British Columbia, I now pronounce you husband and husband! You may kiss the groom!”

Logan had only a moment’s notice at Roman’s shit-eating grin, before he was swung around into a dip, his husband’s - husband!! - knee supporting his back and arms around his shoulder and neck. “You are positively ridiculous,” he muttered, before tugging Roman by the tie to share their first kiss as a wedded couple. Cheers and applause erupted around them, including a wolf-whistle that could have just as easily been from any member of their wedding party.

Straightening, the couple leaned together, Roman’s arm around Logan’s back, hand resting comfortingly on his opposite hip. They grinned, their friends and family standing as Thomas’ voice rang out once more. “Guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, for the first time ever, I present to you Mr. and Mr. Baras-Sanders!”

As a second cheer arose, Virgil stepped over to hand Logan his bouquet again, pulling his brother into a tight hug. “Congrats LB,” he whispered, before standing back and applauding the newly weds.

‘Love you’, Logan mouthed in return, smiling at his brother before turning back to Roman to join their hands and take their first steps into the next adventure of their lives together.

#logince #platonic analogical #moxieceit #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #deceit sanders #sanders sides #fanfiction #squid scribbles

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sugargliderowl · 4 years

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About the Instrumental for Rhythm Redux

Hi, it’s Owl rambling agaiin. Today it’s the instrumental for Rhythm Redux. I don’t have any knowledge about these things, but I do enjoy listening to instrumentals when I study. That’s my only qualification, so tell me when I get instruments wrong or I don’t hear something! Listening to other people’s opinions and theories are important, so please add on if you want to! By the way, @thatsthat24 and @thejoanglebook , this is such a bop. Like the lyrics and the instrumentals are just what I would hear in those rhythm tapping games. It’s jammable!

Click below for Reaction and Analysis!

Listen through reactions:

Okay this is a BOP I’M PUTTING THIS IN MY HYPE PLAYLIST

The bass and the click start... yes

The rewind sound like hamilton we love that

The notes are slowly going down on the guitar

That RIFF YESS

More cymbals and hi-hats

The drums are getting more aggressive and I love it

It opens as it goes... maybe how much they are opening up about this issue (more echoy I guess)

There is a build up going on somehow as the tension increases

Those stops just make me happy

Clash CLASH CLASH

PIANO AND STRINGS WOAH CHILLLS

Drums and piano

BASS HELLO

zipper sound with game over sound effect with the bass and all

WOO!

A little analysis:

1) In Recipe for Me, what were the Sides’ instruments? I think that might be correlated to this one. The same bass pattern happens with this, which could be coincidental.

1.2) If strings mean Logan, wow, the amount of strings is basically the amount of participation by Logan in SvS.

1.4) Virgil... Is he bass in the song? Oh my gosh, if so, the increasing anxiety is shown that way. He was not present physically, but metaphorically, he dang was.

1.6) Electric guitar as Patton? Wait then that change in bass is foreshadowing-

2) @millysketcheseggos from Instagram and Twitter, talked about the violins being the sped up version of Mysterious Paths, or Janus’ theme, which is VERY TRUE! I think they nailed that one to the ground (GOOD JOB!!)

2.5) I just noticed that at some parts, the melody for Mysterious Paths are present (0:23). And as the courtroom scenario comes, more of that theme is revealed, which, gosh, this is amazing. I need to learn music theory and need more analysis braincells. Someone please send me those-

3) The bass drum that just keeps going feels like a heartbeat. As the song progresses, there are more elements used in the drum set like cymbals, additional drums, etc. Especially at the courtroom scenario with every instrument overlapping with the cymbals crashing and echoing (reverb? is that what it’s called?), it just gives a sense of how Thomas felt about this whole decision. He’s stressed and overwhelmed. Basically a good summary of SvS would be this part.

4) That gentle pause of all that with just the piano and strings? Oh my gosh, I died at that point when I saw the video because it’s just... it’s very Patton-esque. Piano and strings can be really gentle, and it reminds me of that one scene from SvS when Patton says he’s going to try his best. It just hit me because we love sudden shifts of moods in music.

5) Speaking of, after the courtroom scene with just Roman, Patton, and Thomas, only piano, drums, and a bass are present. It changed from a guitar to a bass, and the contrast from the beginning with Patton and Roman goofing around to the ending with them wondering is a good move from the music part.

6) I just heard this with headphones, and the bass is gorgeous. The bass takes over the guitar’s parts, and I think that’s really nice. And then it goes its own way to do its stuff, and I really love how it progresses as the song goes and just takes over the melody. Sinister tones... spooky.

7) The piano takes time in the use of chords at the start, but at the end, it’s accented and it’s staccato, which, along with the bass, makes this situation more urgent. Also, Thomathy is indeed mad in this situation. Dang.

TL; DR: The instrumental is really chill at the beginning, it adds on, and when the courtroom scenario comes, everything clashes. After Patton and Thomas’ moment, things go back like the beginning but way more sinister and darker. The anxiety level is rising, and things are not looking so well for all of them (*cue that entire video*) (*cue the angst*).

If you did read til here, thank you for reading! I rambled on a lot, and hopefully you might catch something that I didn’t catch. If so, please! Feel free to add on! I would love to hear what y’all think. I really loved doing this, and maybe I should learn more music analysis. It’s going to help a lot with things like this.

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lunar-lair · 4 years

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Ok so like,,,,,,,,,Concept

Mermaid au but All the sides are mermaids and Thomas is the only human among them

Like humans still exist and stuff and it's probably modern day but mermaids don't really...interact with humans much

They aren't really *dangerous,* since most people don't believe they exist anyways, but mermaids just. Don't see them much. They never come out to deep enough waters or come by the coast at the right times or stay long enough, and most mermaids don't see it fit to expose themselves anyways.

Idk what fish everyone is yet, I plan on looking that up later, honestly, but I've got some Other ideas.

Anyways uh,,,,,,Remus is totally the one who finds Thomas first

He was with Roman, the two of them just seeing if any humans were hanging out near the beach. They were about ready to leave to go back to where the others were (they have a little grotto they've claimed for themselves that most other mermaids don't touch, probably mostly bc Remus terrifies them)

And then Remus stopped, hearing a human singing a song. That sounded like it was underwater. And was *also* an ancient siren's song, wh-?

Remus grabbed Roman by the shoulders and dragged him back closer to the shore, telling him to listen.

Both sat stunned for a moment.

Mermaids have their own language that most humans can't understand; it's a lot of singing and humming and clicking + a few deviations for different species, like accents for humans. Most of this language is due to mermaids being descendants of sirens, though nowadays they have different, more complex powers that align with a species and then deviate between people, in some circumstances, though most of them still relate to singing in *some* way. (Dw, the boys are all getting their own powers.)

Mermaids can understand humans, but just barely, most of the time. This human though, he was singing something they understood loud and clear.

They took a spot on a rock near him, Remus hiding behind Roman a bit. (He's always been the scarier of the two, and Roman is more social anyways. Plus...it was an old habit left over from when they were kids, ok? Don't judge.)

When the man stopped singing, eyes opening, he took a moment to look around

and then simply *froze* when he noticed fucking *mermaids* right in front of him, what the hell-

Thomas was just singing an old song his parents had sung to him when he was a child, why are there fucking *mermaids* here??

Roman quickly explained that *yes* we're mermaids but also YOU were the one singing an ancient siren song

And then the dude was like 'oh yeah I'm hearin ya' and they were like 'HH???'

Slowly, they explained that 'dude humans usually can't understand mermaids and we can't usually understand them, wh-'

And then the man's face scrunched up and he began speaking human speak, eyes widening as he switched again. "...how the Hell didn't I realize I was speaking in hums and whistles."

"Ya might be siren born!" Remus chimed from behind Roman, sharp teeth grinning wide as he moved out from behind him a little more.

Thomas was just like '???' and so they explained that 'yeah you might have siren descendants, we have a friend who knows more tho'

The twins talked with the man a little more, finding his name was Thomas and he was coming out to the beach because he used to come here a lot as a kid. Not to mention that the sea was...calling to him, he felt, as it always had.

"Definitely siren born," Roman muttered.

Anyways, after a little more talking and the boys introducing themselves-Roman and Remus, twins-and their powers-able to create anything they desire with a certain song and the right ingredients-they told Thomas to wait there and got the other four.

Thomas didn't get to ask what the "power" they mentioned was all about, but he simply waited.

Roman and Remus returned with the others, the twins settling on the same rock and most of the others just popping up from the water.

They introduced themselves, one by one;

Logan, able to help anyone understand or learn anything by simply humming in their hearing range. He's helped his stupid friends figure shit out like this a few too many times. He knows a lot about many things, as well; his powers are *made* to help people learn, and it pulls him to learn enough to properly do so.

Janus, able to deceive or trick anyone he wishes with the right song. He's also able to make anyone believe what he wishes them to, which he usually just uses to basically go 'psst. Taking a nap is a good idea' to his friends most of the time. He is not easy to trick, but he has a habit of lying, as it is what his powers are made for. It's also very difficult to get him to believe anything besides what he does at the time.

Virgil, able to make anyone fear or not fear anything at all. This is rather useful for keeping others safe and keeping dangerous people and things away from them aswell, but he himself is rather fearful, a result of his purpose being to manipulate others' fears.

Patton, able to spread any emotion he pleases, and able to sense emotions. This is useful in helping the others calm down and making sure they're ok. He's very emotional, however, and is often scrambled with his own between broadcasting emotions and sensing outside ones. A part of him is naturally against feeling negative emotions, as he fears he may accidently broadcast them. And either way, he's made to spread good, *useful* emotions, right?

And Roman and Remus' repercussions; Roman can only make certain things and same for Remus. Twins often share powers in this way, split between them. They also basically never stop thinking about what things to make, which makes them a little spacey. Remus is also prone to violent creations, and Roman flowery ones, as that's part of their bias as two halves. When they work together, it's absolutely perfect. Their harmonies are known for their beauty, similar voices harmonizing perfectly to put together things neither could dream of making on their own. Of course, it does take quite a bit of harmony from the two themselves, but they usually manage it. (There's a chance part of Remus' hectic personality is due to people disliking his creations for their darkness, and that part of Roman's theatrics and happy tune is part of trying to keep his side of their creations, but that's a different story, and a problem they're working on anyways.)

After Thomas asks about the "powers" stuff, Logan tells him simple and clean; "due to the fact that mermaids are descendants of sirens, we often have our own versions of their ability to lure others in with their songs. For instance;" Logan gave a simple hum, and suddenly Thomas knew the random (but slightly pertinent) fact that twin mermaids often have powers split between them.

As for the rest of the AU, Thomas just generally learns more about mermaids and stuff and eventually, over some time and some investigating into his family history that *yea I'm a descendant of a siren holy shit.* Thomas' power seemed to be a rather weak version of ancient sirens'; he's able to attract people to him, basically. People hear him singing and go 'wow he seems super cool I should talk to him'. Like um...friendship powers. Literally friendship powers.

Which is uh. Probably part of the reason the sides ended up becoming friends with him in the first place.

I don't know exactly what ocean creature everyone is going to be yet, and it probably won't change their Power(tm) (wow I need a better name for those) but it miiiight change their role in their group a little bit/the headcanons I have for how everyone is going to act, so I'll have to wait and see. For now though, I'll give you the basic idea:

Roman and Remus are the chaos twins, of course. They go around creating whatever the hell they want, basically-within reason. Mostly. Remus scares off any other mermaids for the most part and Roman talks to the ones that seem nice and assures them that they're just trying to keep their little grotto safe. The two of them were abandoned and grew up pretty much alone. They only had each other. They've got a pretty unbreakable bond-oh and also they have an *infinite* amount of teasing material and inside jokes.

Virgil also instills a little fear in most of them of specifically *hurting* him and his friends/messing with their shit. It used to be pure 'yeah fear us' when he didn't have as good as a grasp on his powers and just Panicked anytime anyone came up but now he's more like 'yeah just leave us alone pls'.

Janus? Absolutely the local mom. Goes around forcing everyone to sleep well and to eat and to *preserve your goddamn voices you idiots, I know we all love singing here but our voices are Important ok-*

Also forces Remus to stop chasing local tiny fish and is the only one that can really keep him in line. (Roman can too, for the most part, but he doesn't rlly mind Remus' random shit for the most part.)

Logan usually leaves for at least part of the day to explore and find more things out. He exhausted most tests he could of the other fives' powers to understand them better in about the first month, but he still has it filed away in his Memory Brain. (And that memory of his is exceptional; another important part of what makes his powers useful, and thus extremely pertinent.) Other than that he's usually telling the others off for doing stupid shit or telling someone stuff if they want to hear. (One of the others sits down every couple days and lets him infodump on specific fish and stuff like that. Sometimes verbally, sometimes through his hums, depending on the day.)

Patton is usually goin' around spreading good feels and fixing any bad ones he finds along the way. He's always checking on everyone, always making sure everyone's happy and ok, and they make sure he is in turn.

Sidenote for the Glasses Boys: yeah no I don't think they have glasses. Maybe it's more like...hm...they were born with slightly weak voices, ones that were wobbly. A simple fix, just as glasses are; simply more singing, more training of the voice, and they're mostly up to snuff.

Second sidenote, mermaids can sing without using their powers, but it's fairly rare as most see it as a necessity rather than something fun. The sides love singing, though, and random singing without a meaning at all can often be heard ringing through the tiny little home they've carved out.

I just realized I don't know how they sleep. Idk if/how this is going to work depending on what ocean creatures I choose, but currently the plan is they sleep in piles on the ocean floor, inside their grotto/cave thing. Sometimes just a couple of them sleep together, sometimes they'll all pile on. Depends on who goes to sleep when and what piles you want to join. The rule, though, is no one sleeps alone. It's just not as fun, and Patton insists. And we don't ignore Patton in this household, ok?

The twins like/hate sleeping together on their own depending on the night, though they almost always sleep together anyways. Just the two of them reminds them out at sea, alone when they were kids, but it also makes them feel *safe.* On the nights it reminds them of sadder days, they usually just beg one of the others to join them for the night.

It's basically a rule that *someone* has to oblige.

The twins don't sleep right without each other, honestly. Sometimes, though, they need someone else there to remind them of where they are now.

Idk what I'm going to do with the others' backstories, really. If nothing else, tho, current plan is that mermaid parents usually work like ours do; they raise a mermaid until it's mature enough to be out on it's own. This can change between species, though, and is mostly decided by the mermaid and it's parents according to species, preparedness, and like 50 other factors. So it's not quite as set-in-stone as it is for humans.

Remus and Roman were *certainly* too young when they were abandoned; maybe 10 years old when most leave at 16 to anywhere around 24.

No one knows where their mother went. Not even them.

Also just realized they don't have ages,,,,,,,,h

Note: mermaids live longer than humans (around 150 yrs mostly, deviates slightly depending on species) but they still use human ages, since they mature at...kinda the same rate. Sorta. Thomas, of course, will be living a little longer than most; probably 120 yrs or so, as most of his family is known for. (His great grandfather holds the record for humans at 140 yrs. Probably only a couple lines down from that og siren.)

Roman and Remus: 23

Virgil: 22

Patton: 24

Janus: 25

Logan: 24

Thomas: 23

Mermaid lifespans would probably be a lot shorter if most predators didn't know not to fuck with them. Even animals can understand that mermaids are *powerful,* and can and *will* protects themselves. Most mermaids live peacefully, unless they try to fight each other, which is actually kinda rare since they're usually loners or in small groups like The Boys are and they're usually pretty spread out.

Idk if I'm gonna do any romance for this AU...I'm kinda not in the mood?? Feelin like lettin this just be friends bein friends yknow

Idk. I think that's it for this idea for the moment. I'll come back with any major ideas/those ocean creature designations later, so yknow,,,,,,,,hype for that ig

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collapsingintojupiter · 5 years

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Sunshine and Storm Clouds - Chapter 10

Catch up:

Chapter 1 Chapter 1.5 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

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Guess who swam up out of the void to bring y’all a Halloween special?

It ME

SO!

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Characters: Logan, Virgil, Baby!Patton, Remy, Roman, and Emile.

Pairings: Analogical as usual along with a lil Romile (Roman x Emile) for y’all.

Warnings: Food mention, and other than that...I don’t think so? Let me know if you’d like me to add one though.

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The doorbell rang.

“Hey babes, where’s my son?” a dramatic voice asked as Virgil opened it.

“Patton’s ours, Remy. Get your own.” Remy smirked.

“No, that’s my nephew.”

“Roman’s on his way, Rem,” Logan called from the kitchen. A few minutes later he appeared, wearing a lab coat over his usual attire.

“Mad scientist again, huh?” Remy asked as the trio met in the hallway and started for the living room, Virgil with a sleepy Patton in his arms. He was wearing the little pumpkin costume Remy had gotten him earlier, and Virgil was dressed in all black with a mask over his nose and mouth. “You need to let me fix your hair, Lo. And let me guess Virgil...you’re a bandit.”

“Sure, close enough,” Virgil’s voice was muffled under the mask, and Remy grinned at him as he sat down on the couch. “Now you,” he said, pointing to Logan. “Come with me.”

“Why?” Logan automatically backed away, but Remy grabbed his arm.

“I’m going to fix your hair, now come on. You can’t be a mad scientist with it all neatly combed, for Starbucks’ sake.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Logan growled, but he didn’t pull away from Remy, a sour expression resting on his face. “I like my hair how it is.”

“Too bad!.” Remy grabbed his hand and started pulling him down the hall. “We’ll be right back Virgil!”

“Gee thanks, steal my husband why don’t you,” he called after them, but the pair had already disappeared. “Total anarchy in here Patton, you see that?” he asked the little infant on his lap, who smiled up at him and tugged on his little orange cap with one hand.

The doorbell rang again.

“Welcome to McDonald’s, how can I help you?” Virgil asked as he opened the door.

“Hey Virgil! Happy Halloween!” Roman grinned at him as he opened the door. “Nice costume! Are you an assassin?”

“Yeah.” Virgil smiled even though Roman couldn’t see it. “Come on in, kid.”

Roman was wearing a white shirt with a red sash across the front, and little accents of gold on the sleeves. A little crown sat on top of his head, and he was holding a sort-of sword-shaped stick in one hand.

“Where’s Logan?” he asked as he came in. “And Remy? He said he was gonna--”

An eruption of shouting from down the hallway stopped him in his tracks, and he turned toward the sounds in bewilderment as Remy and Logan crashed down the hallway, Logan shouting and staggering while Remy ran after, fighting to keep the teacher’s hands away from his hair.

“There!” Remy shouted, shoving Logan forward. He stumbled to a stop in front of Virgil, automatically reached up to smooth down his hair, and stopped when Remy glared at him.

“Wow...it’s, ah, very messy,” Virgil commented, and Roman burst out laughing before he saw Remy and stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened.

“You’re...a dragon...and a witch!” he gasped, looking up at the older man in awe. Remy grinned and spun around, which only earned him a glare from Logan.

“Indeed I am! The Dragon Witch!” he answered, twirling around a second time.

Majestic.

That was the only word Roman could think of when he saw Remy.

A purple robe with shiny green accents and a dragon scale design hung from the barista’s shoulders, matching a long sequined dress of the same colors underneath it. A flawless scale pattern had been painted onto his cheeks as well, and two horns curled up over a dark purple witch’s hat that also seemed to shimmer when the light hit it just right. And when Remy turned around--for the final touch, a small black pair of bat-like wings were somehow attached to his shoulders. Roman had no idea how he’d pulled it all off, but one thing was for sure--it was incredible.

“You ruined my hair!” Logan hissed, and Roman giggled at how spiked it was and how awkwardly Logan wore it as someone who always considered himself to be both serious and professional.

“No, now you’re a proper mad scientist.” Remy corrected, straightening his dress and looking over at Virgil. “Now! Are we ready to go get ourselves some sugar?”

“Yeah!” Roman said, holding up his sword in a salute, while Virgil nodded and Logan groaned.

“Great! Let’s get going then!”

The group went out into the dark street and started down it, Remy leading at the front with Roman while Virgil hung behind with Logan, holding his son carefully and looking out for anything that might potentially scare Patton. The little boy had woken up a little in the chillier night air, and now clutched at his father’s shirt front while Logan held up a flashlight to light the way so he and Virgil could see.

“Here goes the last of my dignity,” Logan muttered as they approached the first house (they’d gone in the opposite direction of Mr. D’s house, of course) and went up the steps. Virgil snorted.

“There was a point when you had dignity?” he asked, and Logan glared at him before the expression melted into an almost-reluctant smile.

“You’re not wrong,” he answered with a dry laugh. Virgil smirked, though his expression remained invisible, and then Roman was knocking at the door.

It was a pleasant little house, nicely decorated for fall without much of the halloween-specific decorations that would scare Patton. Little orange lights were arranged around the door, and Patton cooed and reached for them with his little hands, wiggling his fingers in excitement.

“Pwetty,” he said, over and over again. “Pwetty.”

“They are pretty, aren’t they Patton?” Virgil asked. Roman held up his “sword” in front of them, letting the little lights play on the wooden blade as the wind played with the strands and made them move. Patton seemed to like that, watching the lights in amazement as they danced over the wooden surface.

The door opened.

“Ooh, hello dearies!” said a cheerful old voice, and Roman lowered his sword as an elderly lady came to the door, wearing a little pointy witch's hat and matching black robes.

“You look lovely, dear,” she said to Remy with a smile. “And you, young man! What a handsome prince! Let me go get my candy and--oh! Who’s this little one?” she asked, looking at the child in Virgil’s arms with a bright smile

“This is Patton,” Logan said, unable to keep a smile off his own face like the proud father he was.

“Oh what a darling! Patton!” The lady stuck her head inside. “Harold! Come on out, there’s the sweetest couple here with a little boy! And bring the candy bowl, will you?”

A few minutes later, a wrinkly old man with white hair and a hunched back came to the door, holding a little plastic bowl of candy in his hands. A straw hat was perched on his head, and he wore overalls and a plaid shirt--a farmer, Roman guessed. He, like the old lady, radiated a certain kind of warmth and friendliness that he’d noticed under Virgil and Logan’s tough and professional exteriors.

The man’s old gray eyes lit up when he saw Patton, and he passed the bowl to his wife before reaching his shaking hands towards the little boy in Virgil’s arms.

“May...may I?” he asked in a soft voice, and Virgil exchanged a hesitant look with Logan before carefully placing Patton in the old man’s arms. He held the little boy ever-so gently, smiling at him and cooing when Patton reached up for his hat.

“Hat!” the little boy said excitedly.

“That’s right, I do have a nice hat,” The old man answered with a smile. “Do you like it?” Patton smiled and wiggled his fingers, and the old woman looked over her husband’s shoulder at him, smiling too.

“Oh, you have such a precious little child,” she said as Virgil took the boy back. “Thank you so much for coming by and letting us see him.” She held up the bowl. “Butterfinger?”

“Bu-erfiner!” Patton said, and reached for the bowl. Virgil let him take a butterfinger and Roman also took a few, putting them in the pillowcase he’d brought to hold the candy. Remy declined with a smile and a head nod.

“Thank you, but seeing you two dears was more than enough for me,” he said when the woman offered up the bowl to him. The couple beamed at the group, and then they were back in the dark street again, on to the next house.

“Wow, they were really nice,” Roman said aloud after a few minutes.

“They were,” Remy agreed with a nod. “They’re some of the sweetest people I’ve met.”

“I almost have faith in humanity again,” Virgil commented.

“Halt!” someone suddenly shouted, leaping from the bushes and pointing a plastic sword at Roman’s heart. Roman tilted his head.

“Be ye princess or prince?” he asked dramatically, letting an accent take over his voice. “I can’t see ya in the dark there.”

“I am but neither; I am a pirate!” the other character answered.

“Scout? Is that you?”

“Hell yeah it is!” they answered, and coming closer Roman could see them grinning in the dark. “I thought I’d find you up here! How are you?”

“Good!” Roman answered, and turned to the others. “Oh! This is my friend Scout, they’re one of my best friends at school. Scout, the Dragon Witch over there is Remy--” Remy curtsied, and Scout saluted him with their sword-- “The mad scientist is Logan--” Logan nodded curtly-- “And the assassin/bandit/whatever Virgil is is Virgil. The baby’s Patton.” Virgil nodded as well, and Scout nodded to all of them.

“You’re right, Patton is cute as hell,” they said. Roman’s cheeks blushed red, and Logan and Virgil both turned to him.

“Well that’s precious,” Remy said after a short pause, and laughed. “Patton sure is adorable.”

“That he is,” Logan agreed. “Shall we continue, then? You’re welcome to join us if you wish, Scout.” Scout shrugged.

“I mean sure, but only if--” they paused and ran back a little they way they’d come, returning with someone’s arm in theirs. “--only if he can come too. Can he come?”

“Who’s this?” Remy asked, clearly amused.

“I’m a ghost!” an excited voice answered, a bit muffled by the white sheet draped over his head. “It’s a little hard to see in here, though…”

“Emile!” Roman gasped. “I didn’t think you’d be out here!”

“Well, I don’t really know where I am, it’s a little hard to see through the sheet…” Emile giggled. “My mom wouldn’t let me cut holes for eyes, so Scout’s kinda...looking out for me, you might say.” Roman laughed, glad that it was dark so the others couldn’t see him blush.

“They’re actually pretty good at it too. I’ve only run into one car so far.”

“You ran into a car?” he asked, alarmed. “Oh my gosh! Are you okay?”

“He wasn’t going that fast when he hit it,” Scout explained, pulling him forward as the group started walking once more. “He’s fine.”

“Yeah!” Emile chirped. “I’m fine!”

“You concern me.” Roman laughed, shaking his head.

The three friends chattered with each other as they walked, only going quiet when they came upon the next house. This one had a much spookier theme than the one before it, with horror-type decorations and lights everywhere. Scout quickly took the lead, pulling out their sword.

“Roman, come with me,” they ordered. “We’ll make sure it’s clear for Patton.” Logan and Virgil exchanged looks of surprise (and perhaps amusement, though neither would admit it), but didn’t protest as the two went up to the porch. Remy stayed by Emile’s side, watching over him in case he managed to somehow hurt himself while waiting for his guide to return.

Both teens held their weapons in front of them as they went up the steps to the home--Scout holding their plastic sword while Roman clutched his wooden one that was more stick than sword but probably sturdier than Scout’s anyways.

A rigged spider let loose and shot down a wire over their heads towards Scout with an alien-like screech, but they batted it away with their weapon and a growl. Roman was amazed--they hadn’t jumped or screamed or anything, like they’d been expecting it all along. Like they weren’t surprised at all.

No, he wasn’t jealous.

And no, he most certainly did not have a tendency to scream like an wounded rabbit when startled.

“That was close,” he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. Scout simply nodded, and continued on up the porch steps without a word. The door was closed and the lights inside seemed to be off, all except for one on the porch that illuminated a bench leaning against the house’s side. On the bench was a large scarecrow decoration, and in the scarecrows hands was a bowl of candy and a sign that said “Take 2.” Roman started to reach for the bowl, but Scout stopped him with the tip of their sword.

“Wait,” they said. They tossed their sword to Roman, who caught it and gave them his wooden one in return. They placed the point of the “blade” on the scarecrow’s chest.

“I’ve seen these tricks before,” they growled. “And we got a little kid coming, so don’t scare him. Got it?”

“Okay,” said a muffled voice, and the scarecrow nodded its head. It held up the bowl.

“Candy?”

“Alright, it’s safe!” Roman called back, and Remy grinned at them as he and Virgil and Logan approached, Logan now with Emile in tow.

“Thank you dear,” Remy said to the scarecrow as he took a Kit Kat from the bowl. “You have a lovely evening scaring the other youngsters, alright?”

“Yes, sir!” the scarecrow answered. “And I love your costume, by the way.” Remy beamed and twirled around in a circle in front of them.

“Thanks! I made it myself!” The group started back down the porch, Scout helping Emile down the steps while Roman hauled his bucket of candy for him.

They visited several more houses before returning back to Virgil and Logan’s house, as Patton was beginning to get fussy and Emile had managed to run into not one, not two, but three mailboxes even with Scout and Roman both trying to guide him. Logan was afraid he was going to get a concussion before the night was over, and after a bit of convincing Scout and Emile agreed to come back to the house at his invitation.

“Don’t worry,” Remy had said cheerfully, “I’ve got plenty enough sweets for the both of ya!”

That had been enough to get Emile to agree, and as his guide Scout eventually decided to come along as well.

“This has been our Halloween tradition for years,” Logan explained as they started up the driveway towards his and Virgil’s house. “Every year we’ll get some candy, and then come back to the house and watch The Nightmare Before Christmas while snacking on the stuff Remy brings along. He usually has cider as well.”

“Don’t worry babe, I didn’t forget it,” Remy said with a laugh. “It’s here in the car. Roman, would you mind helping me bring the stuff inside?”

“Sure!” Roman hurried to Remy’s car with him, getting the two large jugs of what Remy said was fresh-pressed cider while he followed with a bag of...well, it was a surprise, he said. Roman would get to see it after they started the movie. He hurried up the steps eagerly, through the open door, and into the living room, where he put the jugs down on the coffee table next to the cups Logan and Scout had set out. Emile sat on the couch, having finally taken off his sheet, and blinked at the room as he tried to adjust to his new surroundings.

“So which one was Logan and which was, uh, Mr. Virgil?” he asked as he looked between Virgil sitting on the couch next to him and Logan, who was in the kitchen helping Remy set out the snacks.

“Mr. Logan’s the one in the kitchen,” Roman explained quickly, “and he’s Virgil. He doesn’t like it when you call him sir.”

“That’s cool,” Scout commented, flopping into the sofa by themself and leaving the space next to Emile free so Roman could sit there. He gave them something of a grateful look and poured two glasses of cider, offering one to Virgil and one to Emile.

“Thanks,” Virgil said. Emile smiled cheerily and took the cider, thanking Roman as well and sipping at it while Roman poured himself some and sat next to him.

“Wow, this is really good!” Emile held up his cup in amazement. “Try it, Roman! You’ll love it!”

Roman tried it. He did love it. He grinned and Emile laughed at the look on his face, and Virgil chuckled at how their cheeks both blushed red when they looked at each other.

Logan and Remy came back a few minutes later, and Logan went to put in the movie while Remy made his way to the center of the living room, clapping his hands together to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright!” he said. “Everybody’s snacks are in the kitchen, take whatever you want. We’ll start the movie when you all get back.” Scout barely waited for him to finish talking before they got up and bolted into the kitchen, and Roman’s eyes widened as he watched them fill up an entire plate with candy corn.

“You’re going to make yourself sick,” he said as he got up. Scout only shrugged.

“A worthy price to pay.” They went to their seat and flopped back down onto it, digging into their snacks while Roman shook his head. He turned to Emile.

“What would you like?” he asked.

“Um...surprise me?” Emile asked a bit shyly, wrapping the sheet around his shoulders. “I’m kinda cold…”

“Say no more!” Roman made his way into the kitchen, coming back a few minutes later with cocoa, several cookies, and a caramel apple arranged on a large plate.

“Here!” he said, passing the cocoa and plate to Emile and sitting next to him.

“How did you know these cookies were my favorite?” he asked in surprise, taking one and biting into it. “Mmmm...thank you!”

I heard you tell one of your friends that once and never forgot.

“Oh, just a lucky guess!” Roman laughed.

The two leaned against each other as the movie started. So did Logan and Virgil. Remy cuddled Patton on his lap. Scout sat by themself, curled up on their seat with a blanket; they didn’t seem to mind that they didn’t have a cuddle buddy. Emile looked over at them anyways, then motioned for them to join.

“C’mon, please?” he pleaded, when Scout shook their head.

“Come join us, Scout!” Roman agreed. “There’s enough room!”

“Where, exactly? On your lap?” Roman and Emile exchanged glances.

“Why not?”

An hour later the three had fallen asleep, Scout arranged awkwardly on Roman and Emile’s laps but comfortable, they’d promised.

Virgil just smiled.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfiction #virgil sanders #logan sanders #remy sanders #sleep sanders #roman sanders #emile picani #halloween #halloween special #sunshine and storm clouds #patton sanders #baby patton

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laytonsartblog · 5 years

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Voices

It seems y'all wanna voice so here's the list of voices:

• Roman, a little Hispanic accent

• Virgil, with a gravely or deep voice

• Patton, with a high and slightly feminine voice but like not too much

• Logan, with a mid-tone and talks kinda fast

• Deceit (Dennis), always sounds like his voice is acidic even though sounds can't be acidic, think kinda like if a child with a deeper voice started to whine, but more refined™

• Remy, sounds like he's either done with everyone in every moment or about ready to snap at the same time

• Remus. Imagine like Prince Achmed from Twisted met heaven and then walked backwards into hell

• Thomas, with a bit of a holy tone to it

Alright, so, then you'll have to send an audio clip of you saying a certain few sentences and then I'll evaluate it.

Roman: "Hold on, you mean to tell me I'm not the most handsome in the world?" "Wow... I can't believe you. You actually... you actually betrayed me." "Kiss me you dark and stormy hooker."

Virgil: (laughs) "So... I'm the nutcracker, huh?" "It hurt... it really, really hurt..." "That's honestly a mood."

Patton: "I'd bake you cookies but I have absolutely no clue how to." (sobbing) "Please, god- please just stop-" "That was ADORABLE!!"

Logan: (quietly, but with fury) "Fuck." "This makes absolutely no sense and I HATE it!" "How come when I go to the library I get to take whatever I want, yet when I go to the bank I bring back less than I already had?"

Deceit (Dennis): "Absolutely marvelous. I'm so excitedddd..." (Obviously sarcastic) "As if I actually loved you." "A shot a day keeps the shit away."

Remy: "I cannot believe you kissed me with no tongue. Disgusting." "You're going to kiss freedom goodbye, darling." "How much I missed tequila is immeasurable."

Remus: "So they really did just invent a new way to kill themselves? Neat." "The last thing I want with you is your approval." "Ooh! I love misery!"

Thomas: "Sometimes I really, really hate Sundays." "This is why you're the worst." "The one thing the humans have made that I enjoy is pizza."

I close these little applications by the end of the week

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Sanders Asides: Are There Healthy Distractions? reaction

Pre-anything: I'm not expecting to love this one as much as the last episode. Nothing terrible, but the disgusting trash man intro is just a hard thing to beat.

I’m expecting this to be SvS part 2. I'm expecting some sort of reaction and conclusion to Virgil's reveal at the end of DWIT. I'm therefore looking for any sign of confidence from Virgil immediately pointing to him being Deceit. I think it's likely not going to be addressed until late in the episode. Virgil angst until he comes back. Will Deceit be wearing Virgil's current hoodie? People have theorized that since he took notes on Roman's advice, it's possible for him to be better at pretending to be someone else. Especially someone who pops in, as opposed to rising up.

I'm also anticipating Thomas to come up with a different solution to the callback/wedding thing. Namely, Logan asking him if he'd just speak to Lee and Mary Lee, and ask to celebrate another time, more privately, and if he could go to the callback. Like, there's definitely a reason Deceit threw Logan in the back where he thought he'd have less influence.

I'm also waiting on Roman angst. We needed to meet another character (there's no way it wasn't Remus) before entering Roman's room.

OH GOSH they're doing animation, right? Or, another medium? That's gotta be for Roman's room! I was thinking maybe stop-motion or fluid animation. I'd also LIKE Deceit's name reveal, but I'm not sure we'll get that.

Post-title screen. I thought this was an old TS & Friends I'd missed. I, didn't love Frozen. This is an understatement. Okay. Still really like the name Sanders Asides, it's funny. That's. Hm. Well, it looks like Virgil. In a different outfit? Intriguing. So, distractions, like distracting yourself from wedding/callback? Also, "Are there healthy distractions?" Almost like "Can lying be good?" (At least, I have misremembered the title as "Can distractions be good?" at least five times already.)

Okay I'm also focusing too much on my theory and supporting it. I know Frozen has been used as a metaphor for Depression and/or other mental illnesses, so, maybe that's why Virgil's the focus in the title screen?

WATCHING! Y'know, despite the Jewish thing, I've only ever seen two episodes of The Goldbergs, didn't really get into- YES HELLO THOMAS. What. Is this an actual ad? Why does he sound like a pirate? HA! He acknowledged it. "What the hell is that accent?" Idk, a little Remus, a little midwest?

Okay, that was the opening? Wondering if the red jacket plays any special significance, or they just saw it and bought it.

I like the effects of the A. Virgil is. There already. Hnnnnnm. I dunno, man. This is supposed to be part of the chronological series, right? Oh it's a skeleton onesie! Canon onesie for Virgil!

WOAH EVERYONE! Ooh, Roman's Beast? I wonder if that'd change depending on what show either actual, or character, Thomas is in. They're all there! Different order, too!

OH MY GOSH is this taking place twenty minutes after DWIT? IS THIS DECEIT??? I failed at not pushing my theory, whoops. I'm still suspicious. (Roman's floppy horns.)

Literally nobody believes that you didn't put all Frozen answers in, Ro. "I don't wear those anymore, they're too childish." Still waiting on Logan angst, too… probably after Roman.

"Thomas is in a bad place" Virgil looks uncomfortable, but he also didn't seem so offended when Roman pulled his "twenty minutes ago" line. Well, it's definitely Logan, "Thomas is at home." Haha. Also, Roman's hood falling down was hilarious??

Okay, screw it, I'm pushing this. Virgil did learn last episode that repressing problems isn't the way to deal with them. But I feel like Deceit would also keep pressing for them to acknowledge why he feels bad? Also, Thomas's face, wow, discomfort.

I don't get the "Thomas in the movie" joke, it's a snowflake? "Or neutral." Burn! "This weird ice cutting song." Man, where's the Critic? "Externalization" he had a little smile, guys.

Some Logan vs. Patton tension AND some Logan vs. Roman tension. "Fear will be your enemy." Virgil looked at, Thomas, I think? Damn guys, this might actually be Virgil.

Okay I watched this four times, Virgil and Logan do not shout Joan. And Thomas does it sadly afterwards. "Passage of time," This might actually be Virgil!

I just choked! Oh my gosh, you guys, he is naked my throat hurts from not screaming. I'm having trouble getting over this. This cannot be a shock to anyone, but I want to hear him say "I sleep in the buff" several thousand more times.

"Did I screw everything up" oooh, I was wrong, it's Virgil, but who cares, buff. Thomas is looking at his phone, is it not too late for callback?

WOAH going right for Patton's throat! Ahaha, the tallies were hysterical.

"Why have a ballroom with no balls?" "*snrk*" Don't lie, Thomas, that's hysterical.

Patton's sadness and "without trust issues" hmmm. Shut out [her] whole life, is this supposed to be a comparison to anyone? Logan's "hey, yeah!" Is oddly hilarious.

Is the "he" that Virgil's talking about the director? "Well she really shouldn't be letting go of anymore of her clothing." Oh my gosh.

Oh, today is April 13th! The wedding is at night, so is he already missing the callback? ICE TOILET! Remus, my god. Also, just noting, minus hair and makeup, this is some easy Remus-ing for the crew. They didn't have to deal with the whole outfit.

Good point, Logan! This is not how Roman shows affection! Especially towards Disney! You guys, what if Roman is Deceit?... No, he hasn't been pushing the callback enough. But like. Beast/Prince symbolism? Hm. I'm watching him.

Wait, what the hell party? I, I'm confused, wait he's telling Thomas's friends? That doesn't sound like he's going to the wedding? Who is "he"? If he were missing the wedding, it'd be him talking about Lee and Mary Lee.

Unless he sent someone else to the wedding in his stead? So he could go to the callback? Did he send Deceit? That's. Unlikely. But misrepresenting his side? Idk idk.

"If he lied on purpose." MUSIC! Wait what's this about unsympathetic judgemental jerk? Who are they talking about??? This had better be revealed at the end. I went back, judgemental jerk used twice, and combative compatriot sounds like Deceit, what other "he" is there, but the Sides can't be seen by others, so????????

The music is still going. Rico? Oh, is that the answer? So is this unrelated to the wedding/callback? Okay, party isn't wedding. That was also an incredible act of breath control from Thomas. Standing ovation, dude.

Oooh, the grounding thing! Ice machine! Ice machine is one of my favorite Shorts characters, guys, I love him, he a loud boy. "Deodorant" *excited noise*... oh, no that's fine.

But I mean. Couldn't he do something now? Call or text an apology? Logan "have I mentioned that you called me cool yet" Sanders. Long ice powers list.

I just realized that the voting hat was Deceit's! I- oh, he's just literally off-screen. I'm. Fairly certain that I was wrong now, yes. Virgil hissy. Ha, they didn't want to do Deceit's makeup. Understandable. Oh, is this the animation thing?

"Love is an open wound" ooooh, nice. That was actually a cool re-write. In the buff. Is Thomas legit writing fanfiction now?

I do not like the holiday season, I'm Scrooge. I do love Joan, though! DARK SIDE SWEATERS I would legitimately never wear them. Ever. Because X-mas. But eyeballs and demons.

Logan angst is still incoming.

So, it was tied to the main narrative, but… Virgil wasn't addressed? So, is it just loosely tied, but not necessarily sequentially? It's real cute seeing them all hanging out together like on everyone's fanfics, and that had to be crazy to edit. And hey, the Frozen stuff was better with commentary. But I'm still waiting on SvS part two, I think. And post-DWIT "fallout," but I did really enjoy all of them together being (relatively) cute.

Sorry for being really focused on one theory. And, really, it's not like I'm disappointed with the episode. In and of itself, I liked it. It's just that I was expecting a direct continuation of the last two episodes, which this was not. And that's fine! I just, I hope we get that continuation. Like Thomas said, narrative has been building up for certain things, and they've been waiting on other aspects for a long time, so I'm sure they're even more excited to show them to us as we are to watch them. And have I mentioned editing? Must have been some job to do all that. Really great.

#new video reaction #character!thomas #sanders sides #ts spoilers #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders

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corescorner · 4 years

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Charmberry Cove Chapter Three.

Chapter Title: Thrift Store Shopping Shenanigans.

Wordcount: 3,627

AO3

Ch1. Ch2.

Taglist: @unsocialchapeau @aularei @softest-emo

“Alright gang” Thomas announces, clapping his hands together getting everyone to look his way. They're standing in front of the thrift store, Thomas is at the front of the four of them holding their attention “I'm going to be back here in about an hour to get you, so be ready for around-” he looks at his phone “-three, three thirty at the latest, I'll text Patton when I'm here.”

Logan however, already knew this. He had his watch set for three seventeen since this morning.

“Everybody get that?” Thomas asks making them all chorus a 'yes' in varying tones. He seems satisfied with that, so he gets back into his car and drives off leaving the four of them to themselves.

Remus is the first to move.

“Well let's get the fuck in there!” He declares, pushing his way through the door.

They file in after Remus, Patton grabs a cart for them to share.

“So what are we doing first?” Patton asks the group.

“Well, we should probably get what we are here for and if we have enough time, look around at anything else we might want to purchase” Logan suggests.

“To the clothes then!” Roman says leading the way, an arm up pointing in the direction of the clothing section.

They stop right at the edge of the first row of clothing racks now looking around at another loss of where to start, so Logan asks: “what specifically are you looking for and how much do you have in spending money?”

“I need a whole new wardrobe and I have like fifty bucks” Remus replies.

Okay, this is going to be slightly more challenging, he was certain Remus had more money than that.

“I've got you covered for anything you're missing Bro” Roman interjects.

Ah, that makes more sense now, he knew he wasn't wrong.

“Should we split up and pick out anything we think you'd enjoy or would you prefer us all to stay together?” Logan turns to ask Remus.

“Oh! The first one sounds like fun! Wow me plebs!” Remus exclaims.

“It'll be like a fashion show!” Roman says excitedly.

“Oooh fun” Patton claps.

Well, it seems like that is what they're going with. He's not surprised.

It had the higher probability level of the two after all.

They separate, Logan goes straight for the button up shirts, knowing Patton will go towards the sweaters and Roman to the shoes first.

And Remus... Well Remus is harder to pinpoint, his probability doesn't exactly work well with Remus' random and sporadic thought process.

It is nice sometimes though, to have someone he can't predict the next actions of. It's one of the reasons he enjoys Remus' companionship.

Remus dose surprise him by following him instead of going off on his own.

“I thought we were splitting up?” He asks the other, Remus flails his arms up in a loose shrugging motion.

“You'll probably find the best stuff” he says factually, “ya know, on the account of your psychicness an junk” he waggles his fingers in Logan's face.

“I'm not psychic Remus” he informs while adjusting his glasses. “I just know the probabilities of certain outcomes and the percentages of each possibility before it happens so I can properly assess the situations at hand from the probable outcomes it provides me.”

“Assess this” Remus says shoving him lightly, “nerd” he tacks on affectionately.

Logan smiles as he stumbles, fixing his glasses as he rights himself.

“Shall we get started?”

“You tell me Mr. 'I know things before they happen'.”

Logan sighs. “That's not exactly how it works, there's more to it than just knowing.”

“Whatever! Start looking for clothes Nerdy Wolverine.”

So that's what they do, Logan picks up items and instead of using his probability to calculate the items he simply turns to Remus for confirmation; it's relaxing.

Some items that he shows he knows for a fact that Remus would never wear and he doesn't need his probability to tell him that, he does it on purpose to see Remus laugh out at the suggestions that are obviously not his style.

It's fun. Logan is having fun.

They have a handful of potential shirts as they finish that row; they make their way to the next aisle, when a rack metaphorically catches his eye.

He walks up to the stand of different ties, Remus follows.

“Only serious people wear neck ties Lo.”

“Yes, you are quite right. I might get one for myself.”

“Blue” Remus says making Logan blink in confusion. Blue?

“Pardon?” He asks, looking at Remus looking at the ties.

“Blue” he repeats as he points at a specific tie. “It's your colour” he explains.

“Blue is my colour? How so?”

“Suits you” he simply says. “That darker one up there” he waves his pointing hand to get Logan to look at it then jumps for it and trips in the process; taking the whole stand down with him.

“Are you alright?” Logan slowly asks.

There are ties everywhere, and there's also a large cut on the side of Remus' cheek, but he has a wide triumphant smile plastered on his face so Logan supposes his friend is alright. Remus holds up the tie that he's clutching, it's the one that he jumped for.

“I got it bitches!” He yells as a worker rushes towards the commotion frantically.

“We are quite sorry for the disturbance; we’ll get out of your way.” Logan hauls Remus away from the puddle of ties and the disgruntled worker who mutters 'fuckin children' under their breath.

Well then.

“Here!” Remus happily declares, thrusting the tie at Logan.

He takes the tie. Yes he does think blue will suit him just fine.

“You're bleeding” he states, “we should wash that out in the bathroom.”

Remus flaps his hand in a dismissive manner.

“Nah I got it” he says, wiping the blood on to his sleeve.

Or rather, Roman's sleeve.

“Roman is not going to be happy about that” Logan muses.

“Did your probability thingy tell you that?” Remus mocks.

“No, common sense did” Logan snarks.

~0~

Patton goes to the sweaters to begin with, cause who doesn't like a warm snugly sweater?

No one that's flippin who.

He knows kinda what he's looking for, he knows that Remus' favourite colour is green and that his sense of style is unique.

Though, he does wear a lot of Roman's more baggy and comfortable clothes, so he'll go for those.

He picks out several sweaters, most of them having green accents and funky designs on them, before moving on to the next aisle.

He looks up from his search to see Roman five rows down with his own basket filled with an abundance of items he’s heading towards the jackets at the other end with a shine in his eye.

He looks over to where Logan and Remus are to the far left of the jackets that Roman is perusing.

They both have an arm full of items, engaged in what looks like a playful conversation. Remus laughs, Logan smirks.

Well, they're having fun.

He continues the clothes hunt, picking up random things that he wants for himself as well, like this really cute long grey knitted sweater with little blue stars all over it.

He startles, jumping a bit when he hears a loud crash around the area he last saw Remus and Logan.

He hopes they're alright, he goes to investigate the commotion.

He sees Remus wipe blood onto the hoodie sleeve he's wearing and he panics at the sight of the blood.

“Oh my gosh! What happened are you okay?” He rushes over, trying to push out a soothing aura as best as he can at the moment.

“Peachy keen Papa!” Remus smiles.

“You should clean your face” he worriedly suggests.

“That's what I said.” “That's what he said!” they chorus at same time.

“Who said what?” Roman asks as he saunters towards them and continues without waiting for an answer like he didn't even ask the question to begin with. “I heard a ruckus and assumed it was my brothers doing, do I need to apologize to anyone?”

“Nooo” Remus says indignantly.

“I already did” Logan supplies, then looks at his watch. “We have a little over half an hour before Thomas arrives, we should decide what we're getting.”

Everyone nods as they dump all of the items they've accumulated into the cart Patton has been pushing around, Roman even drops his basket in.

“To the changing rooms!” Roman declares leading the way.

~0~

Roman goes right for the shoe racks to begin with, he knows Remus needs another pair and he has a vague outline of a specific outfit in mind if he can find the right items, and a pair of boots got his attention from across the room, so shoes first.

Remus was right yesterday, even if they had a bunch of money to spend they would still be going to the thrift store, Roman thrives here with all the treasures you can uncover and all the differing styles.

He goes from aisle to aisle and back again to aisles he's already been in to grab things he didn't think would work at first to pick them back up, in the end he figures the more Remus tries on the more he can find what he wants.

He needs a basket.

Dumping everything into an abandoned hand basket he looks up towards the back racks of jackets and a shine catches his eye that he just zeros in on it, marching up to it intent on getting it.

Taking it off the rack his eyes rove over it. Oh yes, this is definitely Remus' aesthetic.

He hears a loud crashing and rolls his eyes. That would probably be Remus; he should go check on that.

“Okay, so I got you things I know you'll like and also things I think you should wear” Roman says as they get to the changing area.

He pushes his brother into a stall “you go in there and we'll hand you things!”

They hand Remus outfits, if it fits he shows them, some items are not... great, Roman will admit, liking something on the rack and seeing them worn are two different things entirely.

Some of the clothing Remus comes out with are really nice, and he makes jiggy movements when he likes a specific piece.

This happens for a while longer until Roman hands him The Outfit. Saving it for last, of course!

“What the fuck?” Roman hears his brother whisper with amusement “Ro, what the fuck is this?”

“I don't know.” He so knows.

“This is definitely your doing isn't it?”

“Maybe, we won’t know until you come out.”

Patton looks worried, Logan looks curious.

“Roman?” Patton starts in a low tone.

“Don't worry Padre, it's nothing he'll be uncomfortable in, trust me.”

Patton looks slightly unsure but nods.

Roman feels a wave of calm wash over them anyway. Patton's way of saying 'it’s okay' directed in Remus' direction.

“Fiiine” Remus says pushing the door open and stepping out.

Who knew they made clothes like this for young teens?

Remus has his arms stretched out from his sides as he does a spin like he has done for all the other outfits.

The outfit, Roman must congratulate himself is simply amazing.

The jacket Remus is wearing is form fitting but not tight, the collar fans out and the ruffles lining the shoulder and cuffs aren't ugly like most ruffles tend to be and the jacket is also imbued with shiny green sparkles everywhere.

The shirt is slightly baggy with intentional rips throughout in a deep green colour; the collar is dipped, but not too low.

The pants are worn leather, but not clingy or tight, just the right amount of slack; covering up to his knees are a pair of punk boots.

Roman makes a note to buy neon green laces for them.

“Woooow” Patton breathes out.

Logan adjusts his glasses with a throat clearing. “Yes, 'wow' indeed Patton.”

Roman thinks Logan might be a tad flustered. Though, he would probably never admit that. You know cause: 'Roman, I do not have those types of feelings, stop asking'.

Whatever Nerd.

He can see a blush from Remus at Logan's agreement. Well, not much can do that, good for you Calculator Watch.

Roman whistles appreciatively.

“I love it” Remus says.

“Of course you do, I chose it” Roman boasts, hand fanned out towards his chest. “If I knew how good we look in leather I would have already gotten some for myself” he tacks on.

~0~

Remus decides he likes this style, he was already kinda leaning towards it, but this solidifies it for him.

The jacket is sparkly and the pants are weirdly comfortable.

He also looks pretty bad ass and judging from the others reactions, they agree.

He's definitely going to incorporate this more into the rest of his clothes buying decisions.

That was also the last outfit they had for him to try on. Of course leave it to Roman to save it for last, the fuckin drama king.

He changes back into the clothes he came in. Roman hasn't noticed the bloody sleeve yet.

He picks up the 'yes' pile of clothes and they all head to the cash.

He ends up with three sweaters, two jackets, seven pants, eight shirts, four button up shirts a pair of converse and the boots.

Rather good haul today.

They're in line to pay as Logan's watch goes off at the same time Patton's phone dings.

Not psychic his ass.

“Thomas is here” Patton announces. “I'll just tell him we're almost done.” He says as he texts.

The total comes out to be much more than the fifty three that Remus has. Roman stays true to his promise to spot Remus the remaining amount.

Roman is too good for him honestly.

All of them are, he doesn't deserve them.

Patton snaps his head towards Remus with a concerned look.

Right, no self-deprecation around the living emotion detector.

Gathering all their bags they file out of the store, walking to Thomas' car; the trunk is already open for them to dump their newly acquired shit in.

As they climb into the car- sitting in the same seats as they did coming down- Thomas asks: “Have fun?”

“So much fun!” Patton pipes up “Remus gave us a little fashion show and he got so many cool clothes! And I even got some new stuff too!”

“That does sound fun” Thomas agrees “hey you guys hungry? I bought some snacks” he says handing Patton a lemonade and a large oatmeal chocolate chip cookie.

Thrusting a convenience store bag into the back for the rest of them, Remus takes it being the one sitting in the middle seat.

It's clear that Thomas knows what they like.

It makes sense the man practically raised them alongside their parents after all.

Roman gets a small bag of sweet and salty popcorn with an iced tea.

He hands Logan the water bottle and yoghurt/fruit/granola mix cup thing.

And he gets Mountain Dew Red and one of those individually packaged large pickles.

No doubt on who's was who's that's for sure.

Thomas starts the car after they buckle up and drives in the general direction of home.

That's the only way you can go when you wanna get into The Cove, just go in its general direction, vaguely knowing where to go. You'll eventually get there if it accepts you.

The drive was quiet while they ate for the most part. Remus did make some innuendos with his pickle, making loud gross noises until Thomas told him to stop.

“Remus, buddy. Please, enough with the noises okay?” He asks, but in that way adults ask which really means 'shut up'.

He did notice that it was annoying Roman on how his twin was crunching on his popcorn, and making Patton uncomfortable if the forced calm aura was anything to go by.

Logan is the only one who seems like he's not fazed by it.

Fine. He'll stop.

The rest of the drive was filled with light chatter and laughter, mainly from the brothers up front.

Roman and Logan do interject every now and then to get into the conversation.

Patton tells them about his new friend that he was helping yesterday, but Remus isn't listening...

He stays uncharacteristically quiet. Roman shoots him looks every once in a while.

What's wrong with him?

Whatever, his thoughts are enough for him to concentrate on right now, too loud to distinguish between what's being said and what he's thinking, so he stays quiet.

He doesn't know where this mood came from, but does he ever?

The answer is no. His brain does whatever the fuck it wants.

They just had a fun day! Stop being stupid!

He can feel Patton trying to calm him, but he pushes against it as best as he can, he doesn't want that right now.

Patton's wince at the push back obviously hurt his feelings but so what, he shouldn't be forcing that shit on people anyway!

Uuuuugh, why is he like this. He knows Patton is just trying to help!

Well, fuck him then huh?

Jeeze Remus, shut up.

He needs a distraction. That would be nice right now. He looks to Logan, who is conversing with Thomas and Patton.

Well, that idea is fucked into the ground.

So what, he'll just... deal with his thoughts.

Nothing new.

They get to The Cove within forty five ish minutes, the sun already going down as it does earlier once you're in The Coves boarders.

It felt like much, much longer than that though.

They get dropped off first considering Logan lives close by to Thomas and Patton, while they live on the other side of town.

Remus slams his bedroom door shut once he gets there, dropping his things on his bed and throwing himself limply to his floor, staring at the glow in the dark stars Logan gifted him.

'It might help calm you down' he said. Well, tough fucking luck for Remus.

UGH, he needs a distraction.

Roman knocks on his door but walks in without an answer and flicks on the light Remus ignored to do when he came in.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly.

“It's just a small cut Ro” he snips.

Roman looks at him like it's the first time he's seeing the cut.

“Well, I didn't realize that that was new”

Well, maybe he didn't notice.

“Dunce.”

“Asshole.”

They're both quiet until Roman comes to kneel at Remus' side, softly touching around the cut.

“This is not a small cut Rem, it's kinda deep actually.”

“It's fine, you can leave now.”

“Are you okay?” He asks again, Remus huffs.

“I already told you it's fine.”

“That's not what I meant.”

He knows, but Roman doesn't need his crap brothers crap ass thoughts dragging him down too.

Roman sighs while he gets up and leaves.

That's for the best.

But he comes back with rubbing alcohol, bandages and a warm cloth.

Idiot.

He closes his eyes, he can't look at Roman being so soft right now.

Remus doesn't flinch when Roman dabs his gash with the alcohol soaked cloth.

“You don't have to tell me anything” he whispers.

Duh, he knows this.

“But, I would like to help in any way I can. So I'm not leaving you tonight.”

Oh.

“We've dealt with everything else together, and we can deal with these intrusive thoughts as well. I'm The Prince Rem, I'm not going anywhere while you're hurting.”

Fuuuuck Ro stop being so you! You chivalrous wang!

Remus opens his eyes.

“They hate me” he whispers.

Roman looks taken aback.

“What? No they don't, what makes you think that, we just had a great day together.”

Remus shrugs. “They're being nice cause they like you.”

“So they've been being nice for our whole lives? Remus we grew up together, they like us equally.”

“They like you. I'm just the tag along reject twin who needs to be told to shut up.”

Roman finishes bandaging his cheek.

“You have to know that's not true” he says softly.

Remus grunts.

“Is, is this about Thomas telling you to stop? Cause you know he wasn't being malicious right.”

“No” Remus says, Roman raises an eyebrow.

“Yes? Ugh! Kind of? I don't know Ro it's a lot of things!” He throws his arms and legs up into the air, letting them thud back to the floor making his body into a star.

“Thomas was annoyed, Patton was annoyed, fuck you were annoyed!”

“I wasn't annoyed” Roman says.

“Bullshit, Mr. Passive Aggressive Popcorn Muncher!”

“What? I was eating my popcorn in a normal fashion thank you very much.” he says poking Remus' bandage.

“Whatever.”

Roman sighs again.

“Okay, granted, not everyone enjoys your... sense of humour” he says slowly.

Remus scoffs.

“But, but” he points at Remus “that's okay.”

Remus rolls his eyes.

“Hey, it's true! Do you like your jokes?” He waves his hand as he asks.

Remus nods.

“Okay so there, we may not all appreciate the crudeness, but that doesn't mean they hate you” he enunciates with poking Remus in the forehead multiple times as he speaks.

“Take your own advice Ro.”

Roman squints down at Remus with a scowl pout and huffs.

“Yea” he simply says, flopping himself down on the floor laying next to Remus.

They look at each other with small smiles.

Until Roman notices his sleeve, picking it up with Remus' limp arm.

“Uhgh” he whines, “you can keep this one.” he says, dropping the offending sight.

Remus snorts.

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Chronicles of Straith #2-The Witch’s Dragon:Chapter 5

Chronicles of Straith #1-Fate’s Door///Chapter 4/Chapter 6//Masterpost

Roman and Tyler’s journey went smoothly, the boat taking them down the peaceful river until they crossed into Canea. A small sign with jumping letters greeted them. Welcome to the Magical land of Canea. The letters in “Magical” sparkled despite the many clouds in the sky. Magic lived here, and Roman’s heart jumped at the reminder of Virgil. Maybe they shouldn’t have abandoned her to solve the problem, but…

If Roman brought home some new books and information about sorcery, along with a way to solve the problem in the woods, hopefully all would be forgiven. That was the goal.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Tyler asked, pointing at the small songbirds flying around a tree. Their metallic feathers glinted in the sun, flitting in perfect orbits around the spherical leaves of the tree.

“Yeah, is it sorcery?” Roman couldn’t imagine how else they weren’t running into each other, or drawing geometrically perfect haloes around the tree.

Tyler smiled, a wide grin that lit up his whole expression. “Yep. They’re something of an attraction; the guy who made them lives in a little cabin somewhere in those woods. Sometimes he comes out to tinker with them; they’re his finest creation.”

“That’s…wow.” Roman admired the birds until they fell out of sight, not knowing what to compare them to. “We don’t have anything like that in Straith, that’s for sure.”

“With any hope, you will in the future. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re re-integrating magic, right?” The trees passing reflected on his glasses, olive eyes watching the scenery go by.

“Yeah, my friend Virgil is actually helping with that. Her and, um, Rafaela. They’re leading the whole thing, anyways. It’s going well,” Roman said, resting their arms on the railing. “Although we’re not really using it for anything like art yet. Just stuff like efficiency, helping old people, and challenging biases. It was illegal for a hundred years, so there’s definitely still people who think it’ll kill them.”

“Oooooh, your friend Virgil? As in, the sorcerer who helped free the Dragon Witch?” Tyler asked, turning his focus to Roman. “I’ve read so many different stories since it happened, but I’d love to hear your version of it. It’s actually part of why I signed up to go to Straith, of all places.”

“Would you like an autograph as well?” Roman asked, the sharp sarcasm slipping out of their mouth before they realized their words.

Before they had a chance to take it back, Tyler said, “I think I’m good, I don’t collect autographs. I am intensely curious about what happened, though, so if you’re willing to tell me I’m all ears.”

“Sorry,” Roman said, “It’s a long story, but as long as you promise not to leak it to every paper in Canea, I’m willing to tell you.” Teenage awkwardness overtook whatever social skills Roman had left after a lifetime of isolation from any other kids their age.

“I promise,” Tyler said. He stepped away from the windows on the boat to the chairs, Roman following.

“Basically, it all started with this prophecy that’s been in Virgil’s family for generations,” Roman began, deciding on a whim that it was the best place to start. “She went to work at the bookshop that Logan’s parents run a few weeks before the prophecy said the apocalypse was coming for Straith, basically.”

“Oh, tell me more. I want to know what the prophecy was about.” Tyler listened as Roman recounted the whole of their adventure, reacting at all the right parts. The boat ride passed before they knew it, time flying by until they were getting off at Canea’s capital.

“So, when do I get to meet the king?” Roman asked Tyler, adjusting the straps of their backpack as they walked out of the small river port. It was an offhand question, one whose answer Roman didn’t particularly care about right now.

While it was a small port, the city within a city led into the vast capital of Canea. A description of Chanidy City jumped into Roman’s mind from their old textbook. Chanidy City is full of magic and trade, a place where the wildest of Canea can gather without judgement.

Clockwork creatures darted around the feet of pedestrians, their robotic movements never allowing them to collide. The stands sold things Roman recognized—food, clothes, animals—and things they did not. A man selling what looked like handheld flames had several sewn into his jacket, and they flickered as he moved his arm to wave at passerby. Tyler was saying something, but Roman was too entranced by everything here to pay attention.

There were animals Roman didn’t recognize, and they couldn’t help themself from gawking a little at an orange dragon the size of their fist blowing a flame onto a candle. A creature with four horns let out an ear splitting roar, struggling to be heard amongst the bustle of the market.

“Roman, Roman.” Tyler tugged at the hem of Roman’s sleeve until the young monarch turned back to their traveling companion.

“What? Did I miss something?”

“You’ve just been staring at everything and not listening to a word I’m saying,” Tyler said, waving a hand in front of Roman’s eyes as they turned to stare at marbles stacking themselves into a pyramid atop a merchant’s stall. “And I’m trying to tell you some important things. I know that this place is really overwhelming if you’ve never been here before, but you’re going to be absolutely lost when we get into the palace if you don’t know what’s going on.”

“So, what do I need to know?” Roman asked, trying to ignore the countless distractions assaulting them from all sides. A multicolored spiral appeared at the corner of their vision, and it was all Roman could do to not turn and look at it.

“The king isn’t available to talk to you for another couple of days, I’m afraid. He’s very busy. But in the meantime some of his advisors can show you around, even some who knew your mother personally. If you want, we don’t have to treat you as royal while you’re here. That was Mark’s idea, not mine. He thought you’d be more comfortable not being treated as royalty.”

“That sounds great,” Roman said, a small wave of relief washing over them. A break from all the titles and formalities was a definite perk. They hadn’t realized how much people used titles for a king until they were, well, king. Not to mention that, while they only got small tastes of not being treated like royalty with their friends, Roman could only imagine that it would be amazing full time.

“We’re almost to the palace,” Tyler said, looking at the stalls around him. “Follow me, closely.”

Roman obeyed, following Tyler as he wound around the businesses surrounding the palace until he reached a nondescript door on the side of the castle. Tyler fumbled in his pockets before procuring a key.

He opened the door for Roman. “You first. I think you’re supposed to get a tour from someone else. I’m going to get some rest, travel is exhausting. See you, Roman.”

“See you, Tyler.” Roman stepped through the door to find a red-haired girl in a purple dress that appeared to flutter as she moved, creating an illusion of wind in the low-ceilinged hallway.

“Nice to meet you, Roman, I’m Jessie.” She stuck out her hand to shake, and Roman noticed that her hair had changed from red to purple already. The ends turned blond as Roman closed the door behind them, and not for the last time that day Roman marveled at what magic could create.

They returned her handshake, although it was slightly awkward since Tyler was also trying to push past them at the same time.

“So, you’re supposed to be giving me a tour of the palace, right? That’s what Tyler said, anyways,” Roman asked, trying not to stare too much at her hair.

“Yep! I know this palace inside and out, and I’m probably the youngest staff member, so the king thought we’d get along. I know all the cool spots, just follow me,” Jessie said, walking down the corridor.

Roman followed close behind, trying to match her pace. She was a little taller than them, and obviously enthusiastic, cheerfully pointing out the pictures that lined the walls and where they were going. Roman was still a bit stiff from sitting in the boat, but they managed to keep close.

Eventually, the narrow hallway led way to larger rooms and grand spaces. The opulence of the palace was astounding; Roman was afraid to touch anything. Where Straith’s castle had lamps burning in every corridor, the lighting in Canea varied with every step you took. Some walls glowed, in one room miniature suns fixed themselves to ceilings covered in pinpricks of stars, an anglerfish swam around in the air through a lounge, and the gold accents of fabric wallpaper reflected the light of a windowless room.

In re-integrating magic to Straith, Roman wished they’d thought more about beauty. Though they could tell Jessie loved the palace by the way she spoke, her admiration of the magic within the palace felt too casual for such a spectacular place. Roman wanted to capture every part of it in a painting, the way the artworks moved and the sculptures could surprise you at any moment —becoming something else, breaking to reform, vanishing—how the people passing by all wore something magical. Jessie’s hair was in no way an anomaly as they passed through the halls Roman saw clothes that changed as the person moved from one floor to another, a tattoo whispering in someone’s ear, and makeup that matched the mood of the speaker, not to mention the many more pieces of magic that Roman was sure were left unseen.

There was a small museum, and Roman’s heart pinched as they remembered the fateful museum in Straith’s castle where they’d met Logan and Patton for the first time. Yet their emotions took a back seat as Roman read everything they could, soaking in the new information about their motherland.

Jessie watched, somewhat bemused. “For a king, you sure act like a wide-eyed tourist. Not that it’s a bad thing, just interesting. I was the same way my first day here. Unfortunately, you get used to it.”

“I’ve never been here before,” Roman replied, poring over a family tree. “My dad took all the books about Canea off the library shelves, and he never talked about it or my mother. This is incredibly new, and incredibly cool.”

“What was Epos like?” Her tone indicated genuine curiosity, reminding Roman all at once of Patton and his pensive questions.

Roman’s hand froze over a plaque with their mother’s name. “Not a very good father, that’s for sure. He controlled my life, or at least tried to. I’m happy he’s not running the country any more, but it’s a lot of stress to be his replacement. Not sure what he’s up to now.”

“You’re…sixteen, right? That’s really hard, I’m sorry you have to go through that.”

“Seventeen in a few weeks, not that it matters, really. I’m still the youngest king ever, but I’m handling it as best I can. I have people who help,” Roman said, tracing their fingers over the words about their mother.

“Well, I hope this little vacation in Canea is helpful,” Jessie said, walking over from the doorway to stand next to Roman. “There’s lots of royal advisors here who can give you tips, and of course the king himself. Don’t be afraid to ask about your mother either, everyone here remembers her fondly. They’re more than willing to tell you an old story about her, especially since you’re her son.”

“Thank you for that, Jessie, I really mean it,” Roman said, tearing themself away from their mother’s portrait. “So, what else in the castle is there to see?”

“Just your room, I think.” The two exchanged few words as Jessie led Roman to the place where they would be staying.

A mural of Canea done all in gray reminded Roman of the crisis they were fleeing from at home. “Is magic ever just… independent of a sorcerer? Like, do you ever have it go wild, or something? And cause trouble?”

Jessie thought about it for a second. “Well, there’s magical creatures that are created by using magic improperly, that’s the only thing I can think of. It doesn’t happen a lot.”

Trying to sound like they were just asking to satisfy a personal curiosity, not save their country from potential ruin, Roman asked, “What do you do when it happens?”

“Oh, there’s a preserve for the magical creatures to live and be studied. It’s called Lyrwrithe, my family lives up there. Beautiful, in a forest near the lake, way up north. Why do you ask? I hope there hasn’t been any errant magic in the palace to worry you,” Jessie said, gesturing at the perfectly-working magic that surrounded them both.

“Just curious, I guess. I was wondering if there were any hazards of magic I should know about, in case something happens in Straith,” Roman replied, slightly impressed by their ability to come up with the falsehood so quickly, especially such a believable one.

“It’s extremely rare, since most of the creatures are self-destructive,” Jessie said, and their walk continued in silence.

The two reached Roman’s room, and they noticed the few fading rays of sun outside the window. Roman hadn’t noticed the sun setting from within the palace, but that explained their exhaustion. That, and they hadn’t eaten in hours. “When’s dinner?” Roman set their bag down on top of the bed.

“A few hours. Get some rest, someone will call you down soon.” Jessie closed the door behind her with a wave, leaving Roman alone.

As Roman looked around at the fairly normal guest room they’d been given (the only hint of magic was a barely-moving painting), a sense of calm washed over them. It had been a wild day, but the relief of not being king could be appreciated, here in this empty room. They took the scarf off and set it on the bed, next to their bag. In a way, Roman’s mother was with them.

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Hopeless Wanderer

Warnings: smoking mention, sex insinuation

Ship: All of them. But not LAMP

Plot: Four travelers see the world, and meet each other under different circumstances, in different places and fall in love for a couple of weeks each time.

Peak District, UK, 2017

The wind caught light ebony curls, blowing them from piercing blue eyes hidden behind square lenses. The tired eyes still seem to smile, lips curling at the view from this hill. “It is rather beautiful isn’t it?” The man turns to meet a much quieter voice, pale skin in the sunlight and a dazed smile.

“Nothing is quite more beautiful than nature itself,” The hills stretched out for miles, the valleys dipping below them like God himself had run his hands through them, molding them to suit his vision. The Atheist knew better, but it’s enough to make him believe. Such a wonderful design, beyond Human imperfections. Flowers sprung below the shades of trees, green as far as the eye can see as it decorated the hillsides.

“I agree,” The stranger sits on the grass “Would you like something to eat? I imagine you’ve been walking as long as me,” He acquiesced, smiling with a nod, he’s handed a sandwich and a bottle of water, joining the man on the ground. “My name’s Patton,”

“Logan,”

The two get along well if Patton wasn’t so excitable and Logan was not so quiet. They finish their walk together, and spend the next few days in and out each other’s lives; reading books together, holding hands. It’s such a soft and quiet version of what could’ve been love if they’d had more time. Then, they depart, continuing their journeys away from each other.

Algarve, Portugal, 2017

“Why are there so many fucking hills?” The boy curses, hoodie tied around his waist as it bangs against his jeans. Yes, black skinny jeans in the heat of summer in a country notorious for hot weather. He never claimed to be good at thinking things through, his aesthetic always came first.

“Because that’s the way God intended,” Came a snort from behind him. Dark skin in the sunlight, curling light brown hair in dark brown eyes; a stranger with a smirk on his lips. “Wearing all black in the middle of summer, not a good outfit choice,” Heavy accent, moving through English much smoother than the purple haired man could in another language.

“I was talking to myself,”

“Then perhaps I should talk to the asylum,” The stranger holds out a bottle of water “You look lost,” Despite his own reservations, he takes the water because he’s never felt quite so dehydrated in his life “Lost by several countries, you’re so pale the sun is reflecting off of you,” That grin doesn’t falter, teasing but in a way that the man knows he means no harm.

“Very funny,”

“So what’s your name? Or should I just keep referring to you as ‘ the boy who makes bad decisions’, first wearing all black, now accepting water off a stranger!” His lips quirk just a little.

“Virgil,”

“Roman,”

They shake hands and Virgil admits that he is a little bit lost and there doesn’t seem to be anything but hills in this country and really, he hates hot weather so he doesn’t know why he came here. Roman directs him to the town. They talk, get ice cream together. By the end of the day, Roman is kissing him.

For the next two weeks, Virgil almost believes that he was the reason he came here. By the time he’s back home and the distance is killing him, he decides perhaps not.

Amsterdam, Netherlands, 2019

Dodging bicycles had never been something that Logan expected to be doing with his life, and yet he was still doing it. “They have roads for bikes,” He mutters to himself, bewildered and yet somehow in awe. The air smells different here, warm but not boiling and at some points of the street a little sweeter.

A city full of artistic license and history is not quite everything Logan is interested in. But when he’d thrown darts at a map and asked himself where is the best place to run away for a weekend, his mind had taken him here. So here he was, in the busy streets of Amsterdam trying to figure out which coffee shop actually sells coffee.

Nursing an iced coffee and enjoying the warm weather, he sits at the edge of a canal and swings his legs, watching the little boats go by with interest. It does seem calmer here, it feels calmer. Also, the streets are cleaner and Logan loves clean. “Careful you don’t fall in,” Ironic as the voice startles him and he looks up to see a man with dark hair falling into two-toned eyes.

“It would be easier if, perhaps, you didn’t startle me into the canal,” But he smiles nonetheless, as the stranger sits down, another American in a city much calmer than either are used too. “Weekend away?”

“I’m actually here on business,” He nods further down a street “Well, supposedly, I really think the higher-ups came here to smoke for a weekend, seeing as half of them missed the meeting we were here for,” Logan snorts in response, shaking his head “Not my scene really, my name’s Virgil,”

“Logan,” They shake hands and watch the ducks paddle along for a moment.

“I’ve got to admit, there’s an ulterior motive,” The other speaks shyly and softly, carding his hands through black hair. He looks up at Logan with his grey-and-blue eyes with reddened cheeks “Think you’d like to spare an afternoon?”

He spares the afternoon and the day after. He didn’t get to see as much of Amsterdam as he’d liked, but he did rather enjoy the time he spent in Virgil’s hotel room. Much like before, quick love that lasted only for a few hours at a time and could hardly be called love at all (But far less innocent than the hand-holding that Patton had provided, or the gentle kisses of Roman). Somehow, it is worth the feeling of loneliness that follows.

Las Vegas, NV, 2020

“You drink like you’re afraid of the alcohol,” Patton startles despite the already loud noise, glass halfway over his lips “And if you are, you shouldn’t be drinking at all,” The man chuckles, cheeks red under the flashing lights, fingertips trailing over Patton’s wrist.

It feels like the fireworks going off in the sky. “Happy New Year, stranger,”

“Do I get a kiss with that?” Patton only laughs in response and shakes his head, offering the glass to the newcomer. He was already alone after his friends disappeared for the night, leaving him with machines that he doesn’t even know how to play and a glass of alcohol that tastes too bitter.

“I feel like I should have a name first,” “Roman,”

Roman’s a smooth talker, with a nice accent and dark skin and honestly, he’s everything that Patton had never encountered before. Sweet, but confident, flirtatious but still taking into Patton’s comfort zone. He’s bored of all the noise and so is Roman, so they sit outside with a drink that the elder man actually likes and watch the fireworks.

He also gets his kiss.

Valetta and Sliema, Malta, 2021

“I definitely have a sunburn,” Logan mutters to no one in particular, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbow. Despite the copious amounts of suncream he’d applied, his skin was desperate to sabotage him. He clambers up to sit at the edge of a large fountain, watching the buses roll past as he opens up his phone to try and decipher which one he needs to be getting.

“You definitely have a sunburn,” He glances up before a bottle of suncream is handed to him “Your skin is not made for this weather,”

“Or this country it seems,” Logan chuckles, but accepts the bottle, rubbing some onto his forearms “Are you from around here?” The stranger snorts, shaking his head.

“Do all accents sound the same to Americans?” Logan has the decency to look embarrassed “I’m not Maltese no, I’m Portuguese, quite a bit of distance there,” He chuckles “Where are you trying to go?” Logan holds out his phone, not wanting to butcher the pronunciation, Roman nods “Yeah that’s where I’m going, come on I’ll show you the bus stop, and then I’ll buy you a drink,”

The weather doesn’t ease up but the sun does, well into the night when the heat is still humid and they’re sharing a drink on the rocks of the beach, feet dipped in the water. It’s content, nice, they talk about their lives and their holidays. Logan falls asleep with his head on Roman’s shoulder and the other doesn’t want to disturb him, but as the night gets darker he does.

They spend time together for the next few days, happy to have some company in a land where they know no-one. But that’s it, that’s all, they’re not looking for another heartbreak just yet.

Gainesville, FL, 2021

Virgil shoves the last box into the corner of the room, staring at the empty room filled with boxes with a sigh, before thanking the delivery man with a smile. Alone, he stares around his flat before a timid knock is at his door. Confused, he goes to open it to see a man with fluffy brown hair and a beaming smile, hands clasped giddily. “Hey there, I’m Patton I live...oh wow your eyes,” A look of adoration passes the strangers face as his peers through wide circular glasses. “Sorry! I live upstairs,” He gestures to the flat upstairs to solidify his point. “I was wondering if you needed help with your stuff,”

Virgil's lips quirk just a little at the giddy man, and how he bounces on the balls of his feet like an excitable child. “Sure, I could use a hand,”

“I’ll go get some drinks first,”

When Patton returns he’s holding two jugs of juice whilst precariously balancing a plate of cookies that Virgil quickly confiscates before they end up all over the floor. He unpacks the glasses first.

Patton turns out to be quite interesting, strange and somehow capturing the magic of childhood innocence consistently, but nice. Usually, Virgil prefers the calm, but he has a feeling this man was going to change his mind.

For once, neither of them have to say goodbye either.

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ilovemygaydad · 5 years

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title: the golden boy

pairings: pre-romantic royality

summary: roman is a sad, lonely teenager who really just wants a friend

warnings: a single swear word, religion, prayer, some sort of higher being exists in this au, depression, loneliness, self-hate, sadness, gay panic, possibly something else

a/n: again, i have more ideas. again, i wrote this on a whim. i can’t stop. i just... gotta write things down when i get an idea. so yeah. maybe more will follow, maybe not. enjoy this for now, i guess

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Roman had never been a particularly religious person. Yes, both of his parents were devout Catholic, which meant that the entire García-Flynn family was toted off to church every Sunday, but that didn’t necessarily equate to Roman being religious. In reality, he felt more meh about the idea of an existence of a higher power and/or multiple higher powers. Like, yeah, it would be pretty cool if there was some supreme being(s) watching over everything, but it wasn’t the end of the world.

Usually.

A small tidbit of information about Roman was that he was lonely. He found it difficult to make friends in school or in his neighborhood, and he wasn’t nearly as smart or talented as the other kids in his class, and there was absolutely zero chance that he could compete with his chemical engineer of an older brother. The facts of the matter were that Roman García-Flynn was a loser, and it really felt like he was going to die sad and alone.

Maybe it was a bit overdramatic for a sixteen year old to be thinking that way, maybe it wasn’t. Still, Roman felt that way, so he was going to do something about it.

He was kneeling at the end of his bed, just like he’d seen his parents do a billion times before. His left hand clutched at the rosary beads that he’d nabbed from his mom’s jewelry box, and his right wrapped around the left snugly. Hesitantly, Roman closed his eyes and began to speak.

“Um... Hey. So, uh, I’m not really sure how this whole praying thing works, but I know my parents are always telling us that we should pray if we have any problems, and I... do, I guess. Have a problem, that is.

“I’m lonely. Like, really lonely. I’m sure there are, like, way more important issues to worry about on your side, which is totally understandable, so if you need to table this for another day, I won’t be offended. I mean--who would I be if I was offended that god or whatever couldn’t immediately take my call? I really don’t have any authority, ha...

“Anyway, if there’s any way to magic me a friend, I’d really appreciate it. Just one. Someone to keep me company when I need it.

“Yeah, anyway, I’m gonna, like, go now. Good night--or good day, evening, or whatever time it is there--if it even is a time. Bye.”

Roman sat on his floor for a few seconds before getting up to brush his teeth. It was late, after all.

Over the following months, the memory of the prayer had all but escaped Roman’s mind. Nothing had changed in his life, and he’d pretty much just gotten used to being the wallflower. At least it meant that no one tried to pick on him. That was nice.

Roman sat in his first block class, doodling in the margins of his English notebook, when the teacher called class to attention.

“Good morning! We have a new student joining us today! His name is Patton Paraíso, and he’s come all the way from...?”

“Buenos Aires,” the boy beside her said in a thick accent. Patton was pretty short for sixteen, but what he lacked in height, he certainly made up for in being drop-dead freaking gorgeous. His hair was the color of cinnamon, and his skin was the most beautiful golden color that Roman had literally ever seen. If he wasn’t so far in the closet, Roman would have tracked down this boy’s father and asked for his hand in marriage.

“Buenos Aires, Argentina. That’s right.” The teacher smiled gently and gestured right to where Roman was sitting. “Please take the empty seat right behind Mr. García-Flynn. We aren’t really doing anything today, so you can just spend the time get settled in.”

Roman almost spontaneously combusted when Patton’s hand brushed against his arm as he passed to his seat. But it was fine. He was fine.

“Excuse me?” Patton whispered, gently poking him in the back.

He whipped around to face Patton and was met with a highly unfortunate realization: Patton was somehow even prettier up close, especially when his face was only five inches away.

“...I’m sorry, is there something on my face? You’ve been staring at me like I’ve grown a second head this whole time.”

Shit. “No, oh my god. I’m so sorry. My brain just blanked out for a second.”

“Oh. Are you alright?” Little glints of worry sparkled in Patton’s eyes.

“No, yeah. I’m totally fine,” Roman reassured with a tiny wave of his hand. “What were you asking?”

It took less than half of a second for Patton’s expression to smooth out into a blinding smile. “Oh! I was going to ask if I could borrow your notes tonight to copy.”

Roman grimaced. His notes were mostly doodling with a couple of notes scattered throughout. “Oooo... That’s not a really good idea, Patton.”

“Why not?” Patton cocked his head in a way that made Roman’s poor, gay heart flutter like wild.

“I’m not really a good student.”

It was silent for a few agonizingly long seconds, and it almost seemed as if Patton wasn’t going to respond at all.

“That’s alright. I’ll ask to copy someone else’s, and maybe we can study together in the future. How does that sound, um...” Patton awkwardly giggled. “Sorry, I forgot to ask for your name.”

“Roman García-Flynn.”

“Oh, wow! That’s such a beautiful name. Did you know that García means ‘young warrior,’ and Flynn means ‘bright red?’”

Roman cursed the bright red blush that unfortunately fought its way onto his cheeks. “No, I didn’t, Patton.”

“Well, I think that it suits you.” He took out a scrap of paper and quickly scribbled on it before pressing it into Roman’s hand. “This is so that we can set up that study date.”

“O-Oh! Okay, um, thanks,” Roman stuttered out as he turned to face back forward. He glanced at the paper.

Patton Paraíso :D (731)-237-1842

Was this what friendship felt like?

#royality #sanders sides fic #m writes things #roman sanders #patton sanders

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pact-of-the-blade · 5 years

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Tales of Beauty and Betrayal.

Chapter 1: A siren’s song is nothing but deceit.

Word Count: 1478

Warnings: One brief curse, brief mention of death and blood, vampires.

Pairings: Slightly Pining Royality, otherwise nothing yet.

Chapter summary: Roman and Virgil are tired detectives trying to catch a mysterious killer named ‘Deceit’, accidently get a bit too up close and personal with him, then proceed to be gay disasters.

The few surviving victims described a tall and well-spoken man, dressed in a trench-coat as black as the night when he approached them. He would lure them in with a sort of irresistible charm; sweet lies slipping off of a silver forked tongue. Newspapers gave this mysterious man the nickname of 'Deceit', after the falsehoods he would coerce his victims with to gain their trust. Those not so lucky as to escape were found as pale as winter snow, completely drained of every last drop of blood, with two neat puncture holes in the crook of their neck. Vampires were no mystery to this world, they were quite common in fact. But for one to go rogue and become a ruthless killer? It was almost unheard of. That's why police were working as hard as they could to locate Deceit and bring him in. Correction, that's why Roman Prince and Virgil Lunas were working as hard as they could to bring Deceit in.

Both detectives had mistakenly chosen a focus in Vampire-related cases early on in their career. Unfortunately, that was a very rare speciality for a reason. The pair hardly received any cases, and the ones that they did manage to scrape up were usually bat-infestation related. But they were at the top of their field... Because it was a very small field. So when this dream come true fell into their laps, they rejoiced. Of course, staking out until the early hours of the morning was no fun and often resulted in sleep deprivation fuelled arguments, but it was worth it for the intel they could gather. That was how they came across Patton Herz, a fortunate survivor.

It was the closest call Roman and Virgil had ever had with Deceit. They had a line of sight straight to him from the tinted windows of their, as he lurked in an alleyway to await the approach of a young looking man, dressed in a grey sweater and light blue skirt. Fighting Deceit in the dead of night would be foolish, he was a vampire at his strongest after all.

So naturally, that's what Roman and Virgil did.

Roman, being noble-hearted and reckless in nature, couldn't just stand by and watch Deceit snatch away the life of this admittedly quite good looking man, but that's beside the point. Instinctively, he grabbed a bottle of holy-water spray and legged it out the car before a word of objection could leave Virgil's mouth. Now, Roman was no fool (he in fact was, but at that moment he believed he wasn't), and didn't expect to take Deceit down there and then, so it came as no surprise when the vampire swiftly pinned him to the wall with immeasurable strength. Roman studied Deceit's face, taking in every detail he possibly could. His left eye looked similar to a snake's, bright yellow with a slitted pupil, and his jawline looked sharp enough to cut the tension in the air as they stared intently into each other's eyes. Regrettably, Roman found this monster to be strangely attractive. The moment was cut short by the sound of fast approaching footsteps, and the whoosh of something tearing through the air. A pale blue handbag collided with Deceit's temple, a sickening thud echoing off of the walls of the alley as a result.

Although he was quite a strong vampire, the sudden pain and blurred vision caused him to stumble. His hand grabbed his head as he snarled viciously at the attacker, lunging blindly for whoever was nearest. This wasn't at all like the Deceit Roman had heard so much about. He was much more... dishevelled, than the cold and calculating man described by others. Despite that, he was now very, very pissed, which was not a good thing. The man with the weirdly heavy and solid handbag squeaked as Deceit lurched for him, bracing for the inevitable impact. But it never came. He opened his eyes to see a figure dressed in a patchy purple hoodie stood in front of him, taking a defensive stance. Deceit seemed to stop in his tracks, slitted pupils assessing the potential emo threat in front of him. However, instead of attacking, Deceit uttered a single phrase before vanishing into the night. "Filthy traitor." Roman blinked, visibly confused that Deceit had just... retreated. In all honesty, he was expecting to have died in that encounter, but yet here he was, staring at his emo best friend with nothing but relief in his eyes.

"Y'know, you don't have to bare your fangs at every single threat we face, My Chemical Woe-mance." Roman chuckled, stuffing the bottle of holy water deep in his pocket to avoid upsetting Virgil. "Still, I totally had that!" He huffed, blatantly lying. But it made him feel better, so he said it anyway.

"Sure you did. You'd be dead if it weren't for me, Princey." Virgil muttered under his breath, digging the balls of his palms gently into his closed eyes in a bid to relax them, all while taking a deep breath to calm his non-existent heartbeat, which he assumed would be going quite fast considering what just happened. Both detectives turned to face the man in the skirt, who just looked very perplexed and was in the middle of removing several huge rocks from his handbag.

"H-hi, I'm Patton!" He placed the last rock on the floor and slung the bag back over his shoulder. "Gee, I suppose I should be thanking you, huh?" He said with a smile. There was a faint trace of a German accent in his voice, but by the sounds of it, he had lived in England for long enough to adopt a vaguely southwestern accent. Patton gave a small curtesy, earning a subtle blush from Roman, who cleared his throat and put on his best princely charm.

"No need, my fair maiden. I consider the pleasure of meeting you to be all the thanks I need." He winked with a somewhat cocky smirk that Virgil knew all too well. Roman was actually flirting with what could've been the next victim of Deceit. Typical Roman. Patton simply responded with a slightly flustered giggle, rocking on his heels and swishing his skirt.

"Well, I'll thank you anyway. Wow, so that was the infamous 'Deceit'? I never thought I would see him. " Patton hummed. "At least this gives me things to write about on my blog!" He giggled excitedly, unlike a man who had just been attacked. Patton reached into his bag and pulled out a pad of paper, frantically scribbling down everything he could remember. Frowning, his brow scrunched as he tried to remember what the vampire looked like, only to find his memory void of any such thing. "Do you remember what he looked like?" He asked Roman, chewing on his pen. Roman, who was still in shock from being attacked by a serial killer, blinked hard at the innocent looking man in confusion. He, too, found his memory blank of any details of Deceit's face. Virgil would find the same, but he didn't care enough to check. A beat of stunned silence passed before Patton piped up again. "Never mind, I still have lots of material! Say, do you think that's one of his powers? Oh, mein gott that would be cool! I bet he's one of the strongest vam-"

"Slow down, mate." Virgil interrupted, holding out his hand in a stop motion. "I've got a banging headache, mind if you do this after we bring you to the station? We'll need a testimony and any details you have about why he might have attacked you." Virgil gestured for Patton to follow as he turned and headed to the car across the street. Hastily shoving the notepad back into his handbag, Patton turned with a swish of his skirt and headed in the direction Virgil was going, leaving a stunned Roman staring into space. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Roman caught up to the two of them and swerved in front of Patton, holding the car door open for him with a suave smile. Being easily swooned, Patton blushed and slipped into the car with a shy but affectionate smile towards Roman. Virgil rolled his eyes and sat in the driver's seat, buckling up and waiting for Roman to hurry his gay ass up and get in the car. When he did, Virgil gave Roman a brief but harsh lecture on why running out to fight one of the most dangerous vampires in England armed with nothing more than a bottle of holy water was a stupid idea, before starting the car and heading to the police station just as the pitch black night sky began to lighten.

#sanders sides #ts #Thomas sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #deceit sanders #sanders sides au #sanders sides fic #royality #vampire au #sanders sides vampire au #sander sides fanfic #ts creativity #ts deceit #ts morality #ts anxiety #tales of beauty and betrayal

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mycatshuman · 5 years

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The Demonologists

A Sanders Sides Conjuring Au

This is based on The Conjuring movie, so if you can not handle creepy things, talk of death, possessions, demons, and ghosts, please turn away now.

Edit: I'm an idiot and forgot but thank you to @civilsounds17 for beta reading this chapter! 💚💚

More chapters

Word count: 1,562

Pairings: Pre-established Logicality and Prinxiety

Warnings: mention of death, demons, possession, mentions of the original Annabelle doll (it was actually a rag doll for those who don't know so don't yell at me.), please let me know if I missed any.

“It scares us just thinking about it.”

“You'll probably think we're insane.”

“Try us.”

“Please, from the very beginning.”

“Things started out small. Like a hand or leg would move or the head would turn, we even once found it in a different room!”

“Maybe someone had a key to your apartment and was playing a trick on you.”

“That's what we originally thought. But we never found any hint or evidence that anyone was intruding.” A women on the couch glanced at her wife as she spoke.

“So this led you to believe the doll was possessed?”

“Yeah. Rose even got in touch with a medium who told us that a small girl around 7 named Annabelle Higgins had died in our apartment a few years ago.”

Rose nodded before explaining further. “She was lonely and took a liking to my doll. She said all she wanted was to be friends.”

“When we heard this, we felt really sorry for her. We're nurses, we help people. It really got to us.”

Rose nodded along to her wife's words before taking over. “So…..” She looked at her wife. “We gave her permission to move into my doll.”

“Wait...what?!?!?! You...gave it permission?!?!?”

Ruby quickly jumped to defend themselves. “She said she wanted to live with us! She said that by inhabiting the doll she could live with us! So... we said yes.”

Rose sighed. “But then, it got worse.”

*Flashback*

Rose laughs as she unlocks the door to their home. She opens the door and her laughter stops. Ruby also comes to a pause beside her. The two look down to see a small shred of paper with the words, “Miss me?” In red crayon. They look up and see the rag doll sitting in the hallway against the wall. The two females walk together as they approach the doll.

“When we came home one night, she was sitting in the hallway. But we had left her in our spare room!”

The couple look down to see red crayons by the dolls’ hand. Rose hears a flickering and turns around to see their bedroom in a state of disaster. A lamp flickers on and off from its position knocked over on the floor, casting shadows over the room. Rose even spots a picture of her and her wife with the glass cracked and she lets out a horrified gasp as she takes in wobbly red crayon markings drawn all over the walls and ceiling. Another “Miss me?” Message is written on the ceiling in an erie childish hand.

As the two survey the room, the small sound of a crayon dropping gets their attention and they look down to see a lone red crayon roll across the floor towards their feet. Ruby has had enough as she quickly grabs the doll and storms out of the apartment and all the way outside to where she throws the doll in the dumpster along side the house.

Later that night, as the two slumber in their shared bed, a thundering knocking sounds at the door, effectively waking from them from their dreams. The two share a look before climbing out of bed and journeying to the door. Ruby opens the door and glances around only to find the halls empty.

However, when she looks down she finds a crumpled up piece of paper with red crayon and the same message as before. “Miss me?” She picks it up before looking around again to see if anyone was playing a cruel joke on them. She finds no one. She turns around to look at her wife to explain her findings when suddenly, the door next to Rose rattles with the thunderous knocking again. The two jump as they look at each other.

Rose gathers her courage before she grabs the doorknob and opens the door. She opens the door and lets out a small scream as she finds the doll sitting there.

*Flashback ends*

“We are beyond terrified at this point. We have no idea what is going on or what to do to stop it?” Rose explains.

“So….can you help us?” Ruby asks as she takes her wife's hand in hers and giving a comforting squeeze.

“Yes we can,” a man in royal reds, glittering golds, and pristine whites leans toward the couple on the couch. “But first, you have no know there is no such thing as Annabelle. There never was.” The man's amber eyes flash with seriousness as he talks to the couple.

“Ghost don't possess such power, I believe what we have here is extremely manipulative and inhuman,” another man, dressed in deep purples and blacks with small hints of silver throughout his outfit shifts slightly. “I think you acknowledging this doll was a big mistake. Through that toy, this inhuman spirit was able to trick you.”

“You basically gave it permission to invade your life.”

“What's an inhuman spirit?” Ruby asks as she looks between the two men.

“It's something that was never alive. It's something demonic.”

The wives glance at each other before they ask their next question. “So….the doll was never possessed?”

The darkly dressed man nods. “Right, it was used as a conduit. It was moved around to give the impression of possession. Demons don't possess things. They possess people.”

“It wanted to get inside of you,” the other explained.

The couple looked at each other.

“You can shut it down now, Toby.”

The lights flicker back on as the screen goes dark, the last image having been of the female couple.

The lecture room full of students all shift as two men, one in bright colors like red, white and gold, and the other contrasting with dark purples, blacks and accents of silver turn to address their class again.

“So, we get to the church and send the priest over to perform a blessing on the house and its occupants to ensure that whatever was oppressing them was no longer with them.” The man with amber eyes explained.

“Any questions?” the other asks their audience. He points to one of the people in the back row.

“Where's the doll now?”

The two men share a glance. “It's safe,” the man in mostly red and white answers. He then points to someone in the front row off to the left.

“So, what exactly are you guys? I mean, what do people call you?”

The darker skinned man moves to rest his chin on the man in blacks and purples as the other answers. “Uh..well, we've been called demonologists, that's one name for us. Ghost hunters, paranormal investigators, paranormal researchers…”

“Cucks,” the man in red pipes up. The class lets out a laugh.

“Whackos.”

Another round of giggles before the man in darker colors moves away from the other. “But we prefered to be known as simply Roman and Virgil Warren.”

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A car drives up a long dirt road until it stops in front of an old two story farmhouse surrounded by trees with a big tree standing by the lake. Behind the car, a moving truck stops as the family gets out. “Here we are,” a man with slicked back jet black hair says as he looks up at the house they have just bought.

“Wow!” A bubbly man says as he steps out of the passenger seat. He wears a light blue polo with light brown khaki pants and a light grey cardigan wrapped around his shoulders. “You hear that?” He asks his husband.

The other man turns to him. “I do not hear anything,” he responds as he raises an eyebrow at him.

The other man grins, his blue eyes sparkling behind his round glasses. “Exactly!” He exclaims. “No city noises to keep us up at night!”

His husband chuckles as he closes the driver's door. The two get up and walk to the front of the door, and crossing the threshold of their new home. As they stand on the porch, their children came up out of the car, most of them excited to start their new life.

The twins, Jericho and Apollo ran past yelling, “We call dibs on the big room!”

The youngest, Dante raced through the doorway as he shouted back at the remaining children, “I'll race ya!” His dad's chuckled as they watched their children all excited to pick out their rooms in the big house. Then Kai and Emile walked through the door, one with awe and the other scrolling through their phone.

“Do I get to pick my own room or do I not have a choice about that either?” Elliot asked as they stopped just before entering their new home.

The two parents chuckled as their children walked past before the bubbly one turned to the other who straightened his tie quickly. “Oh they’ll forget about Florida with the first crush they meet,” he said cheerily.

“Oh, I can't wait,” the other said as he pulled his husband into his embrace, wrapping his arms around his waist.

The man in a blue polo smiled wide before wrapping his arms around his husband's neck and pushing himself up on his tiptoes and kissing his love's lips. “I love you Logan.”

The other smiled. “I love you too Patton.”

This was a new start for them. And they were excited to see what came next.

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(So that's that. Let me know what you think. I hope you have a good day and relaxing night.)

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