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Created Work’s Round-Up: December 2024

Duck Prints Press’s monthly “created works round-ups” are our opportunity to spotlight some of the amazing work that people working with us have done that ISN’T linked to their work with Duck Prints Press. We include fanworks, outside publications, and anything else that creators feel like sharing with y’all. Inclusion is voluntary and includes anything that they decided “hey, I want to put this on the created work’s round-up!”

Check out what they’ve shared with us this month…

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Biscuits Lefevre-Utiles, Flirt: a Master Copy by Andi Rigby / @andi-sketchbook

art || dragon age: the veilguard || no ships || general audiences || no major warnings apply || complete

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Not the Hero by chamel / @cha-melodius

fiction || red, white & royal blue || m/m || alex claremont-diaz/henry fox-mountchristen-windsor || explicit || no major warnings apply || 60,917 || complete

summary: When Alex agreed to take a job doing stunts for a movie directed by his ex, all he wanted was to make it out in one piece. After a rocky start, they figure out a way to work together again, but that new equilibrium is tested when the film’s lead actor goes missing and Alex finds himself thrown into a world of secrets, blackmail, and people actually trying to kill him. Saving Henry’s movie just might be his most dangerous stunt yet, but can he play the hero, or is he destined to be the fall guy?

other tags: Alternate Universe—Hollywood, Action & Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Exes to Lovers, Minor Injuries, Explicit Sexual Content

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With Laughter by deansmultitudes / @deansmultitudes

fiction || supernatural || no ships || mature || creator choses not to use warnings || 1,291 || complete

summary: Sam receives a distressed call from Jody, begging him for help.

other tags: minor character death, gore, dark, canon universe, post-canon

AO3

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I Love You Heart and Mind by edupunkn00b (E.D. Punk) / @edupunkn00b

fiction || sanders sides || m/m || logan/patton || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 8,341 || work in progress

summary: Patton and Logan, Morality and Logic, the Heart and the Mind, were just… well. Sometimes they were peanut butter and jelly, caramel and salt, dark chocolate and strawberries. Sometimes, they were a bit like oil and water. And then there were the times they were little more than gasoline and fire.

Still, there was no-one else in the Mindscape who held a bigger piece of Patton's, well, heart. And his mind.

Logan knew his limitations. He knew the boundaries of his role and he knew what happened when his… demeanor crossed those boundaries. He knew how to handle it. What he didn't know was how to handle his growing difficulty keeping it all under control.

Especially around Patton.

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Try, Try, TRY Again by edupunkn00b (E.D. Punk) / @edupunkn00b

fiction || sanders sides || m/m || remy/patton || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 3,173 || complete

summary: Patton and Remy have been tasked by T.H.O.M.A.S. to recruit a rival time agency's best new field agent.

And they can't escape this day until they do.

other tags: Time travel, time loops

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Go Back. Move On. Repeat. by edupunkn00b (E.D. Punk) / @edupunkn00b

fiction || sanders sides || m/m || logan/virgil || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 4,487 || complete

summary: Logan would do anything to fix the mistakes of the past. Anything to bring Virgil a peaceful night's sleep. Anything to take away the pain.

Anything

other tags: Canonverse, time travel and time loops

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Morning Glories and Jade Slippers by edupunkn00b (E.D. Punk) / @edupunkn00b

fiction || sanders sides || m/m, poly (one gender: male) || logan/remus, logan/remus/janus || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 2,691 || complete

summary: Janus was truly, utterly, madly, ludicrously in love with his best friend. And he would tell him. He would. Honestly. Maybe after graduation.

Okay, perhaps after they open the flower shop. Well… maybe once business picks up.

Fine. Yes, he'll definitely tell him when Logan's no longer, you know, actively dating another man.

Okay, well… maybe he'll confess if Logan and Remus ever get divorced?

AKA: Janus is about to find out Hanahaki waits for no man.

other tags: Human AU, Hanahaki

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Learn to Fly Again by edupunkn00b (E.D. Punk) / @edupunkn00b

fiction || sanders sides || no ships || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 1,678 || complete

other tags: Winged AU, Canonverse (with wings!)

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A Moment's Peace by edupunkn00b (E.D. Punk) / @edupunkn00b

fiction || sanders sides || no ships || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 1,822 || complete

summary: Logan finds himself on an uninhabited island.

Well, he thought it was uninhabited.

other tags: space AU, shore leave

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Taking Care of You by edupunkn00b (E.D. Punk) / @edupunkn00b

fiction || sanders sides || m/m || patton/virgil || mature || no major warnings apply || 3,806 || complete

summary: Taking care of your love starts looking a little different when vampirism and magic get added to the mix.

other tags: vampire AU, magic AU

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Prince Hollywood and the Silver Serpent by edupunkn00b (ED Punk) / @edupunkn00b (e.d. punk)

fiction || sanders sides || m/m || roman/janus || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 5,147 || complete

summary: Prince Hollywood's world is shaken when he learns just how much he misunderstood about his arch-nemesis' true motivations.

other tags: Superhero/supervillain AU

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This New Day by enchantedsleeper / @iffeelscouldkill

fiction || questionable content || platonic or familial || teen & up || no major warnings apply || 6,548 || complete

summary: In which Winslow pushes himself out of his comfort zone, goes to a house party, experiments with Drinkr, and grapples with the dystopian nature of AI embodiment - all in one night.

other tags: Experimenting With Alcohol (the virtual version at least), Drunkenness, Social Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Dissociation, the inherent dystopianism of AI personhood

AO3

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Ghost Lights by S. J. Ralston / @mindfulwrath

fiction || original work || platonic or familial, f/f || teen & up || graphic depictions of violence || 4,383 || complete

summary: Isadora Valentin catches ghosts in bottles, but when a young woman comes asking to get her mother back, Isa might get more than she bargained for.

other tags: Noir, fantasy, grief, ghosts, death of a sibling, death of a parent

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Mosaic Haiku, Chapter 15 (poetry), 3 paintings (Ch. 4) and 3 drawings (Ch. 9 and 13) by EliotQueliot / @eliotqueliot

poetry and art || the magicians (lev grossman, syfy) || m/m || quentin coldwater/eliot waugh || general audiences || creator choses not to use warnings || 420 || work in progress

summary: Mosaic Haiku is an ongoing project including poetry and art celebrating the Mosaic lives of Eliot Waugh and Quentin Coldwater in The Magicians Season 3, Episode 5, "A Life in the Day." For the Warm Up fanworks challege hosted by Magicians Fanworks Extravaganza (https://www.tumblr.com/magiciansfanworksextravaganza/769457597745119233/warm-up-master-list-and-wrap-up?source=share), I created the new Chapter 15 and six new pieces of art (see the start of the fic on AO3 for a more specific list): three watercolor paintings for Chapter 4, two drawings for Chapter 9, and one drawing for Chapter 13. The paintings include moments such as their first kiss and the beginning of their quest together, while the drawings include Eliot tucking in Quentin and their son Teddy, Quentin crowning Eliot, and the two of them laughing together in their golden years.

other tags: Haiku, Poetry, Mosaic, Beauty Of All Life, Episode: s03e05 A Life in the Day, Mosaic Timeline (The Magicians: A Life in the Day), Watercolors, Drawings

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Bad Girls by EliotQueliot / @eliotqueliot

fiction || the magicians (lev grossman, syfy) || f/f || margon hanson/alice quinn || mature || creator choses not to use warnings || 999 || complete

summary: Margo's feelings for Alice heat up.

Alice goes up in flames.

Margo really likes bad girls.

other tags: Canonical Character Death, Niffin Alice Quinn (The Magicians), Fillory (The Magicians), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

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Going South, Chapters 3-7, 9, 11 (Ch. 7 is art) by EliotQueliot / @eliotqueliot

fic and art || the magicians (lev grossman, syfy) || m/m || quentin coldwater/eliot waugh || explicit || creator choses not to use warnings || 35,184 || work in progress

summary: Eliot goes to Brakebills South with Quentin.

The two are a perfect team in Silence.

They communicate less well once they can talk.

Oh, and those camp beds are way too small for Eliot.

Chapters 7 (art--Queliot foxes), 9 (flash fic--Queliot foxes #1), and 11 (flash fic--Queliot foxes #2) were created for Warm Up, a micro Magicians fanworks challenge hosted by Magicians Fanworks Extravaganza, https://www.tumblr.com/magiciansfanworksextravaganza/769457597745119233/warm-up-master-list-and-wrap-up?source=share

other tags: Brakebills (The Magicians), Antarctica, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Snow, Foxes, Geese, Episode: s01e07 The Mayakovsky Circumstance, Magic, Nonverbal Communication, Lack of Communication, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Sharing a Bed, Shapeshifting, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Rimming, Eliot Waugh's Canonically Huge Dick

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[edupunkn00b]

Every Day's a New Chance to Try Again

Patton and Remy have been tasked by T.H.O.M.A.S. to recruit a rival time agency's best new field agent.

And they can't escape this day until they do.

Written for @tsspromptmonth's The Sleepy Bean Fanfic Cafe, for @greymillieattheball. -

Patton closed his eyes in 1893.

And opened them four hundred years later.

After synchronizing his time piece with the local time zone, he closed the device and dusted the sparkly residue of his trip from his sleeves before making his way to his next assignment.

"Well, hey there!" he cheered to the reception system in—what he hoped—was the local dialect. While a T.H.O.M.A.S.-programmed AI would have no trouble understanding him no matter his language, anachronisms were logged across all space time. The last thing he needed was a demerit on his record.

He certainly already had enough of those, thank you very much.

"Greetings, Agent P-15," the AI responded after barely a breath's delay. He was probably okay, then. "Your room is still being processed, so please make yourself comfortable in the waiting area to your left."

Patton glanced over at the crackled plastene floor of the three by three meter 'room'. A hazy window looked out over the reclamation bins behind the building. Another time agent—one Patton didn't quite recognize—stood slouched against the wall, repeated checking his watch every few seconds. Suddenly, he disappeared, time dust scattering to the floor. A tiny robot vacuum emerged from a vent in the wall and half-heartedly hoovered up the mess before retreating to its dock. Its tracks left a glittering trail of dust behind.

"Thanks," Patton sighed. They couldn't all be the Waldorf.

"While you wait," the AI continued. One of the squares below the AI's screen glowed. "Please avail yourself of your mission briefing and local care kit of clothing and currency."

He palmed open the locked bin and pulled out a nondescript grey bag. It weighed half as much as his last one and was nearly a quarter of the size. No waistcoats and top hats in this century, Patton supposed. He didn't bother to try opening it. Neither his nor his partner's would unseal without the other's presence. After thanking the AI again, he stumbled over to the waiting area.

Just in time for another time agent to slam through the door. "What up, Bitches?" he drawled, sauntering over to the AI. Save for what looked like a genuine cotton tee shirt, he was dressed head to toe in black, mostly—dear Viktor, was that actual cow skin leather? As though his clothing choices were not enough to set the AI time system in a tizzy, he gripped a white paper cup emblazoned with a green mermaid topped with an petrochemical-based plastic lid.

"What the hel—heck are you wearing?" Patton hissed at him. "Are you new or something?"

The agent barely looked at him and held up one finger. "Chill, Babes, lemme take care of this real quick," he said, then faced the AI's primary camera. "Checking in." He smirked at the camera, sticking out his tongue and flashing a 'v' with two fingers just before the light signaled his image was being scanned.

"Nah, Babes," the agent winked at him. "I'm not new." He lowered the old fashioned sunglasses hooked over his face and gave him an assessing glance. "Are you?"

"What?" Patton sputtered. "I've been serving the T.H.O.M.A.S. for nearly ten years. I've been on over ninety-eight missi—"

"Greetings, Agent R," the AI interrupted, a new row of lights blinking along the floor.

Patton nearly dropped his mission case. Agent R? No suffix? That meant he was…

Smirking again, Agent R stuck out his hand. "Call me Remy."

"Agent P-15," Patton said automatically, shaking back.

"P-15, huh?" Remy muttered, bending down to get his case. He turned again to the AI. "Can we get our room keys now?" he asked.

"Of course, Agent R," the AI chirped.

Did Patton only imagine a hint of deference in the machine's response?

"Thank you," Patton mumbled, taking his card and turning it over to reveal Room 3 printed faintly on one side. Going up on his tiptoes, he peered over Remy's shoulder to see which room he'd been assigned. With any luck, they'd be on the same floor.

"Room Three?" Patton asked, frowning down at their matching cards. "Is that… typical for you?" Patton had been on plenty of missions and only once before had he been assigned a shared room. And that had been on an overbooked ocean liner.

"Apparently," Remy drawled and throwing back the last of his drink. He tossed it toward the reclamator, revealing the printed logo.

Patton's eyeglasses took a moment to translate the bright green text, but when they did, he gasped. "Starbucks?" he cried, covering his mouth when the AI chirped to itself, devoting more attention to their conversation than he would have liked.

Once paired, time agents were responsible for each other, sharing their success and accolades.

As well as their failures.

"They've been out of business for close to a century! Ever since the divestment boycotts in the last Depression." Patton's first partner's voice slithered in his memory. 'A time agent always remembers their first Time.'

"And?" Remy grinned, lowering his dark glasses long enough to wink at him. "You're not gonna tell, are ya?"

"Of course I won't, but…" Patton waved weakly at the AI's screen, mouth finally closing with a little wet squeak.

"C'mon, Boy Scout," Remy said, sauntering down the hall. "Let's get settled in and then get our missions." He waited for Patton to follow him before marching on. "We wouldn't want to have to repeat the conversation every day until we get it right, do we?"

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Remy keyed open the door and took two steps inside before he stopped in his tracks. "Well, that's not typical," he muttered, then moved in to make room for Patton. Feeling that little twitch in his cheek, Patton smiled for the camera, then stepped inside. Their room had only one bed.

"What?" Even the tiny packet felt heavy in Patton's arms and he sagged against the wall. "Maybe there's a trundle?" he said, hope thin and sour on his tongue.

Dropping to his knees, Remy peeled back one edge of the blanket, revealing the empty space beneath the bed. "Nope," he said. "Well, we'll be cozy," he shrugged, leaning one knee on the bed. "It's not bad, I mean…" Flipping over onto his back, he threaded his fingers behind his head and sighed. "It's comfortable."

"Maybe we can go back and tell the AI it's made a mistake?" Patton almost laughed as soon as the words were out of his own mouth. There was no arguing with the AI.

"That's cute, Babes," Remy chuckled, sitting up and peeling off his leather jacket, leaving him in low rise leather pants and thin white tee. He left his jacket in a heap on the floor next to the bed. "C'mon, let's get these damn things open so we know what we're in for."

Patton nodded and brought over his packet and tapped it to Remy's. The indicator lights glowed bright then quietly snapped open. Together, they pulled out their assignments, reading silently to themselves.

Remy finished first. "This ain't so bad," he shrugged, scrolling through his pad and tossing the rest of his packet on the floor next to his jacket.

"You really think so?" Patton wasn't so sure. He paged through the data on his pad, shaking his head. "The TVA pays this guy… wow," he muttered, counting the zeros after Agent Sanders' annual pay. "The TVA pays him really well."

"Yeah," Remy shrugged, still tapping at his pad. "But we have more fun."

"If you're sure," Patton said, swallowing as he scanned their target's accomplishments.

Ignoring his hesitation, Remy stood. "Mission accepted," he said clearly before pulling his leather jacket back on.

"Oh, um," Patton swallowed hard, looking around the tiny hotel room. There wasn't much else to do but start. "Mission accepted," he repeated.

"Your day begins now," the carefully modulated voice said. Their packs glowed then switched over to their countdown. 23:59:59… 23:59:58… 23:59:57…

Patton's watch matched the screen and he nodded, buckling the straps on his own jacket. He looked up, jaw firm. Remy had opened the door, eyebrows waggling above his dark glasses. "C'mon, let's go find our guy. How hard could it be?"

~

It turned out, very hard.

Patton's watch, buzzing with a sleep reminder, had ticked down to 06:32:17 by the time they'd left the last bar on the street. They'd started their first day strong.

Splitting up, they'd divided the city into a massive grid, marking down each area of interest… bars, makerspaces, schools. They'd met up in the center of the grid at 13:00:00 and synced their notes, transferring the data to their permanent storage in each of their pads. Even if one of the pads had a malfunction, they would have another copy of the day.

And, at the start of the new day, at 00:00:00 on the dot, it would all reset at 00:00:00, pulling down from permanent storage everything they'd learned so far.

They tackled the first quadrant, the rain starting about two hours in at 11:13:49. They got through half the streets before their watches and biometers began to warn they would need to sleep soon.

"Let's head back, yeah?" Remy suggested, relieving Patton of the shame of admitting he desperately needed rest. He pulled his jacket a little tighter around himself, rain dripping from his floppy bangs.

With Patton's tired nod, they walked back to the hotel, grunting at the AI and returning to their room.

Their room with only one bed.

"We can be professionals about this," Patton had said, averting his eyes as Remy peeled off his jacket and belt. His leather pants followed, left in a heap on the floor.

Remy had shrugged. "They'll end up back on me when we reset anyway."

The man had a point.

Slightly more careful with his own clothes, Patton turned down one corner of the blanket and slipped beneath the covers. "Well," he said once Remy had laid down. He was warm, radiating welcome heat after the long, chilly day. "Goodnight, Remy."

Remy chuckled, taking off his sunglasses and rolling onto his side. "'Night, Agent P-15."

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Their next day fared even worse.

The rain started at the same time, almost to the second, but they trudged on, not enough currency to purchase both dinner and a rain cover. An entire block seemed to shut down early, a gas leak or some such trouble, and Patton marked it diligently into the pad so they would hit that street early the next day. If they needed to.

If they didn't find Agent Sanders before the next reset.

Sopping wet and feeling the strain of a short night's sleep the previous day, Remy and Patton started the trek back to their hotel earlier on the second day. Awkward, they fumbled their way into sleep clothes—Remy, again, wore his tee and boxers, the black silky-looking material swishing with each step. Patton pulled the covers up to his chin, as far to one edge as he could manage. "Goodnight, Remy," he whispered, eyelids already heavy.

"'Night, Agent P-15."

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After two and a half months, they finally started on the third quadrant and the pair was starting to get into the groove of their search. So much so that when they held up their pad with Agent Sanders' image the brightest thing in the darkened basement entry of an illegal makerspace, they were both surprised when the attendant pointed a titanium hand toward the back. "Logan is teaching right now, but I am certain he would be willing to make time for a couple of curious humans such as yourselves when he is done."

Patton glanced between the pad and the android's domed eyes. "You're… you're serious? He's—"

Laughing, Remy tugged his sleeve and they made their way down the dark hallway.

The only thing they caught of Agent Sanders was his heel as he slipped out through the transome.

"Bull hockey!" Patton swore, shoving his pad into his pocket before thinking better of it and making notes about their failure. While their memories were sustained, they were only human and, at this point, there was no telling how many times they would have to reset.

"Let's go," Remy said, wiggling his wrist. His watch glowed 07:03:33. It was approaching their sleep cycle. "We'll get him tomorrow."

Reluctantly, they left the relative shelter of the makerspace and stepped out into the cold rain. Tired as they were, they hurried through the rain-turned-sleet and back to their room. Their feet carried them almost automatically, muscle memory slowly building as their bodies learned the layout of the city. They soon found themselves back in their room, stripped down to sleep clothes.

Patton shivered from his side of the bed, the cold damp from outside seeping into his bones. The time reset never quite could resolve physical ailments. In time, he'd grow accustomed to the cold, but the first few weeks—oh, how he hoped they'd be done before measuring in weeks!—were always rough.

Remy laid down again, rolling to his side, back facing him. Patton inched just a little closer, the heat pouring off his taller partner nearly irresistible. He stopped himself before he was close enough to touch, then tapped the light off. "Goodnight, Remy," he murmured, unsure if his partner was even still awake.

"'Night, Agent P-15," Remy said, alert and awake.

"You can call me Patton," he said.

Silence grew heavy between them and Patton vacillated between fearing he'd said something wrong or guessing Remy had somehow already drifted off.

Remy chuckled. "'Night, Patton."

~

They next day, they got closer. The day after that, closer still. After a week of failed contacts, though, they decided a new strategy was in order.

Splitting up, Patton went inside to talk to the attendant while Remy loitered in the alley where they were… pretty sure Agent Sanders had escaped. As Patton approached the room the attendant had indicated, he heard the scuffle and raced outside.

Remy had been knocked down, sitting legs akimbo in a murky-looking puddle. "I almost had him!"

Nodding, Patton offered his hand. "C'mon," he said, pulling. Remy was lighter than he looked, a lanky height without a lot of bulky muscle. He waited until Remy was steady on his feet before releasing his grip. "Let's head back. Shower, maybe?" Remy shivered, the wet managing to seep through his anachronistic fashion. "We'll figure out a plan for tomorrow.

An hour later, Remy emerged from the bathing room in a cloud of steam. One towel wrapped around his waist, he rubbed another over his hair. "I know we don't need to, but…" He shrugged looking back at the small water closet. "I don't know about you, but my last job was in a drought. This is kinda nice." Water ran down his chest in slow rivulets and his cheeks and lips were flushed from the heat.

Patton nodded and looked down at his pad. "Maybe tomorrow? If… y'know… we're still here? I have an idea," he said, then flipped over the plan he'd sketched out on the pad. "I think Agent Sanders is running because he assumes we're there to arrest him. He doesn't even know we're from T.H.O.M.A.S."

Still blotting up the water dripping from his hair, Remy grinned and passed back the pad. "Babes, I like the way you think. We're gonna need some sleep to get this going."

"You're right," Patton said, setting down the pad on a charging table and climbing into bed. Remy stood awkwardly on the other side. "Are you not tired?"

"Well, I…" He looked down at the fluffy towel wrapped tightly around his lower half. The towel was large but not that large, reaching to just above his knees. "My shorts are soaked. I… I'm a little flagrante here, Babes."

"Oh," Patton's cheeks burned and he looked away. "I mean… We're just sleeping, right?"

"Yeah," Remy said, a bit of his usual arrogance coming through.

Patton thought it sounded just a little… forced. He waited for Remy to settle into bed before turning off the light. The shower's steam had banished the room's typical chill. Despite the little buzz from Remy's body warmth less than a foot away, Patton felt himself drifting. "Goodnight, Remy," he mumbled.

"'Night, Patton."

~

Over the following days and weeks, Patton's plan nearly worked several. They began by waiting for Agent Sanders outside the makerspace, whiling away the time comparing this to their previous cases. They managed to spot him twice as he left, each time just at the cusp of the 00 hour, resetting just as they began to speak.

The next three resets were spent through most of their days and, on the third morning, Patton had woken up curled in Remy's arms.

They dressed in silence, wordless until they reached the makerspace. It hadn't even opened yet.

Standing outside, hands shoved in their pockets and keeping a careful distance from each other, Remy was the first to spot Agent Sanders. "Hey, Logan!" he called. "Babes!" he added. "What kinda time cop is gonna call him 'Babes?'" he'd said quietly to Patton.

Head tilted to one side, Agent Sanders approached, leaving several meters between them. "I don't know you," he said simply. "How do you know me?"

"We know your work. And we'd like to make you an… offer," Patton said, following their script. They'd never gotten this far before and giddy bubbles popped in his chest. Agent Sanders eyes looked… interested.

Could this be it? Were they really that close to finishing the job? Were they ready to break out and go home?

Patton glanced over at Remy. He watched Agent Sanders' expression, an odd slope to his shoulders.

"I've heard of T.H.O.M.A.S.," Agent Sanders' said, looking between them. "You're here until you finish the job, aren't you?"

"That's right, Babes," Remy murmured, hands still in his pockets.

Eyes narrowed, Agent Sanders' seemed to hear something else and he nodded. "Well, why don't you ask me tomorrow, then?"

"What?" Patton said, shaking his head. "But you won't remember—"

Remy stepped a little closer and hooked his arm through his. "Tomorrow, then," he said, eyes not on Agent Sanders but on him. "We're okay with another night here," he murmured, too quiet for Agent Sanders to hear. "Right, Agent P-15?" he smirked.

"Only one?"

Agent Sanders slipped away, disappearing into the dark alley next to his makerspace, but Remy just smirked down at Patton. "Oh, no," he deadpanned. "He got away."

Giggling, Patton bit his lip. "Darn," he said. "We'll have to try again tomorrow."

"Let's call it an early night, then." Sliding his hand down to lace their fingers together, Remy lowered his sunglasses and winked at him. "You hungry, Babes?"

"Famished."

Smiling now, Remy pushed his sunglasses back into place. "Me, too."

[tsspromptmonth]

One final order for the road?

I’d like a

Melting clocks crumble special, with some espresso and peach syrup please!

(A time travel au with only one bed, time loops, with Remy and Patton, either romantically or just as friends, baristas choice!)

I left some more comments on Namimethe witch’s anaroceit week,

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4202209

Enough to Share and Part of the Team by Ended_Flames,

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60379450

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60691531

And a dragons treasure from TypicallyUntypical!

This was An amazing event! Hope to see it again next year!

We've had a blast with this event, too, Babes! It's definitely coming back! Order up!

Try, Try, TRY Again by @edupunkn00b

[eat-worms]

T.H.O.M.A.S

Technological

Human

Operations

Mimicking

Automated

System

Sanders Sides AU where Thomas is a Robot the sides are building.

🤖=🤖=🤖=🤖=🤖=🤖=🤖

Plot: A bunch of 𝑔𝒶𝓎 scientists have to begrudgingly work together on building their robot son.

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Patton- Was originally the bubbly receptionist for the lab, but after a few run ins and or shenanigans Janus realizes that Patton is really good with people and is the perfect test subject and consultant for Thomas's emotion replication abilities. So he officially hires him. (cant do tech stuff at all. cant even "hang out" with Thomas without something breaking)

Logan- The one building the robot parts of Thomas. Gets fed up with the other's antics but couldn't do it without them :)

Roman- Engineering. Designs the stuff on paper and in little prototypes. wants to constantly make Thomas "cooler" and adds in random things in the designs like a soda dispenser and Logan is tired™

Remus- Testing. Makes Thomas do stupid stuff and films it and Logan is like "how did you get a degree of science you buffoon??" and Roman just cackles and it inspires him to add more ridiculous and obscure things to Thomas for Remus to test.

Virgil- Techie that programs Thomas and also helps Logan build but mainly works on the safety aspect and fixing stuff after Remus tests. He also loves the wacky tests but if ANYTHING happens to Thomas u will pay. He adds protections and warnings in his comments/notes like "do not. under ANY circumstances. put Thomas within a 5 foot radius of a spider." just to confuse and annoy Logan (he may also be half serious) and Logan doesn't know what to do with any of it.

Janus- Director of the psychological studies for Thomas. He is very well versed in the ethics of the field they are working in and wont hesitate to debate you. He mainly focuses on trying to make Thomas act like a person even though hes a Robot and alongside Roman helps translate that into something that can be built. Hes also kind of the leader, along with Logan.

Moments:

Logan: This is test number three-five-o-two at 3:25 PM EST on July 3rd 2020 to evaluate-

Virgil: Logan, why is Thomas talking to the stove?

Logan: Wh-

Roman: Aw come on! Look at how stupid he looks talking to the kitchen appliances Logan, you made him stupid.

Logan: I dID NOT make him STUPID YOU-

*Janus later has to end the kerfuffle after he walks in on Logan, on top of Roman, holding a soldering iron to Roman's throat*

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*Thomas is booting up but it's taking a while*

Roman: Tom

Patton: Tomathy

Roman: Tommy Salami

Patton: Tomalama ding-dong

Roman: Thomas the DANK engine

Logan: ...

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Logan: I know him better than anyone because I know how he works so-

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Logan does the know exact time thing but says it at the same time as Thomas when someone asks what the time is.

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Virgil will talk to Thomas like hes a person and Logan is confused by this but Virgil uses the excuse that hes supposed to seem like a human so why not talk to him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Virgil also kinda vents to him but uh big ouch a lot of it gets recorded onto Thomas and that gets turned into either hyjinx and or angst later.

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Patton also talks to Thomas like a person but more like "Yes look and my robot son he is so smart I love him" and he also teaches him puns. The puns get out of hand at some point and Thomas has got it in his neural network that puns are The Exact Right Thing To Say in Any social interaction but they start becoming really obscure because Thomas has access to a lot of information, and he hasn't quite nailed getting puns in context, so one time he makes a pun that is really sciencey and vaguely connected to the conversation so only Logan gets it,,,,, but he finds it hilarious and it's the only pun Logan will admit to laughing at.

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Virgil has that programmer relationship with Thomas. So smthn just wont run correctly and Virgil is like "YOU IDIOT! I'm going to prohibit your mimicking human breathing function if you keep this up!!!" "A SINGLE SEMI COLON ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?! Why is it ALWAYS dumb s̶h̶i̶t̶ like that with you Thomas?!" "I have a million copies saved of his program because if anything happens to him I will actually combust." He also has incomprehensible names for variables and functions and stuff and some of them are memes and vine references. Logan has had to learn a bunch of modern slang just vaguely understand what's happening in the code.

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Jan is always recommending certain things to Roman to make Thomas more realistic but sometimes they are obscure because "people and psychology are just weird" so Roman adds them in (or tries) but sometimes Janus just makes it up and watches everyone struggle meeting his request for entertainment. like, "Mhm, ok, fantastic work this week, truly, just show-stopping. However, comma, He just... doesn’t fix his hair enough... You'd be surprised the amount of times the average Male adult fixes his hair in a single social interaction. So....make him do it more." (That request never ended up getting changed back after it got implemented...)

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Remus is always adding things to the list of "things he needs to test with" and Pat at reception starts to get concerned with the 3rd bulk shipment of deodorant that came through. Remus actually uses funds to restock the fridge and snack cabinet a lot along with Roman occasionally.

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Pat is always scolding the others (mainly Remus and Virgil) for swearing or saying mean things too or around Thomas because he "wants to raise him right" and doesn't want him to "learn bad manners". He also may or may not be low-key emotionally attached to Thomas and wants to believe he actually feels things. Janus is simultaneously amused and frustrated with this but he let's it slide because "I guess that means that Thomas is effective...despite the fact that Patton is naive, it's still promising."

(Patton isn't actually naive, just because he wants to treat Thomas like a human doesn't mean he thinks he is. Patton really does it because then the others can be proud of their hard work and can actually see Thomas functioning with a person outside of a controlled environment.)

Yeah so that's what I got so far! I kinda wanna add more to this so if ya like the idea interact with this post n I'll maybe make an update. I don’t have a plot in mind for this other than like, Patton being added to the group. I just think the idea is cute and works well with the dynamics already set up in Sanders Sides.

Also, Disclaimer, I haven't had any experience in Robotics LOL so this could all be actual gibberish. I have done Computer Science and programming tho so I vaguely understand that side of it. But the engineering and actual possibility of making a human-like Robot I have no clue about.

Oh! If you know anything about these topics or maybe just like this au idea and want to add on FEEL FREE TO SHARE! :D I would LOVE to see what people have to add!

See yah~💖🤖💖~