#but pattons like eh

[lefaystrent]

One random day, Patton declares he is going on vacation. He will be leaving the mindscape for awhile, and it's up to the rest of the gang to hold down the fort while he's gone.

"You're Thomas's sense of Morality; you can't just go on vacation," Logan points out.

Patton's grin goes a little too wide, his eyes a little too intense. "Watch me."

Remus bobs his head up and down to check him out. "Since when do you do the ominous thing? I thought that was my thing. Are we playing around with each other's thingies?"

"No–thing wrong with switching things up now and then," Patton says cheerfully.

Virgil squints. "Are you Deceit in disguise?"

"I am sitting right next to you, Virgil," Janus points out. "Also, I wouldn't be caught dead in a floral print."

"Are you going to Hawaii? Without me?!" Roman demands, eyeing Patton's– well, Hawaiian shirt he's donned on rather than his usual polo.

"Now, now Roman, this is nothing personal kiddo. I'm just taking some much needed me-time. So I'll need to take this journey alone."

"Oh thank God," Janus mutters while Logan blinks rapidly, flabbergasted. Logan spits out, "We are all personified pieces of one man's personality. By the nature of our existence, you can't be alone."

"That's quitter talk," Remus butts in. He literally turns and shows them his butt for some reason, though thankfully with pants still on. "Want me to yeet you out the door, Daddy-o? See how far you can go? Or maybe load you into a ballista and send you hurtling to a beautiful bludgeoning death?"

"No thanks, bud," Patton says far too good-naturedly. "Our dear lord in Heaven gave me two perfectly good legs to walk with. I think I'll be fine."

"You're serious? Just– what, gonna walk out the door?" Virgil questions sharply. Skeptical he may be, he seems somewhat interested in seeing how far Patton will take this bit.

"Absolutely! There's a whole big wide world out there! So much to do! So much to see!"

"So what's wrong with taking the back steets," both Remus and Roman sing at the same time.

"You guys will be fine for a while without me. But just in case you miss me, I have provided each of you with your very own Patton Pal."

They each look down into their hands where a small, stuffed version of Patton materializes. It has stitched in glasses, a removable Cardigan, and its mouth is in the shape of a heart.

"What," they all respond collectively.

"If you feel lonely or need a hug, you just give your Patton Pal there a good ole squeeze! That should tide you over until I get back. Anyways, I'm gonna skeddadle now. Bye! Love you!"

And Patton walks out the front door.

Dad has left the building.

Roman ponders with pursed lips, "Sooo, did we just get abandoned?"

"Nah, I'm sure he's just gone out to pick up some milk."

"Thank you, Remus."

Virgil rises up from the couch and strides over to the door in a huff. "Alright Pat, you can come out now."

The door swings open. A brick wall is revealed where there once was not one.

"Uhhh, guys?" Virgil asks the group, stepping back. Unconsciously, he grips his Patton Pal a little tighter.

"What in the Chris Angel Mindfreak?" Remus questions and taps at the brick. His nail makes a scraping sound along the mortar. Curious, he examines his finger and licks it.

"Did he trap us in the Mindscape?" Roman asks, squeezing in between his brother to test the solidity of the wall. It is indeed a wall.

"Is this his villain origin story?"

Janus rolls his eyes at the twins. "Patton's just serious for a change, that's all. He doesn't want to be followed, and obviously he must be out hanging with Thomas. Really now, have some sense."

"You do know who you're talking to, right?" Virgil asks him waving at the twins, to which Janus gives a saucy, "Touche."

Logan sighs and begins ascending the stairs.

"What, you're just gonna leave too?" Virgil calls after him.

"I have work to do, as I'm sure the rest of you do. Patton will return once he tires of this stunt."

Logan is gone and now it's just the four of them.

"Someone's salty about being abandoned," Roman comments too loudly.

"FALSEHOOD!"

"Alllll byyyyy myseeeelffff," Remus sings off-key.

Virgil debates whether to follow Logan up or try a window next. He stares down into the beady, button eyes of his Patton Pal doll.

"Need a hug?" Janus asks him teasingly, watching him.

Virgil scoffs and shoves the plush into his hoodie pocket. It's bulky, but it fits.

Will it stay there?

Will Patton ever return?

Will the sides use this time to overcome their differences and bond as a true family?

Find out next time on "Episodes From The Mindscape"!

The screen flicks off.

[lycheeleeches]

*Grabby hands* baby sides?? Little sides??? Pllleasssse

haha I tried

I absolutely need more practice on drawing babies/ little kids

[myapathyhaspeaked]

sometimes i watch dwit and get to the part where patton’s like “into what?” when they’re talking about the split and like…really patton? you don’t know, just based off pure context and the fact that there are two creativities?

whether patton caused/knows what caused the split or was even there when it happened, that’s not the question, i’m wondering if y’all think he actually had no idea what the answer was to thomas’ question (which he misheard and also was rhetorical but still).

so…

if you want to see the clip, it’s 14:40 of dwit

[nico-the-overlord]

Patton for the Blorbo bingo

No bingo but my gosh I love this game SO much

[nico-the-overlord]

100% recommend you guys at least try doing this- it was so fun

Sanders Sides trivia questions I came up with that I think are pretty hard to really difficult level in knowledge lol

I am going to be real I don't think anyone could answer all these without getting a couple wrong/having to look them up- BUT I CHALLENGE YOU TO TRY :D!

(Answer key will be posted in the reblogs)

[delimeful]

in sickness and in health (8)

warnings: captivity, arguing, remus talking about remus things, panic, gratuitous amount of puns, lmk if i missed any

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“What’s going on?”

The impromptu staredown between all three humans was interrupted by Roman hurriedly leaning obnoxiously far over the counter, bodily blocking Patton’s view of the two borrowers.

“Patton!” he blurted, clearly aiming for a casual air and instead landing somewhere in the realm of ‘stewing in blatant panic and guilt’. “Hello there, what an unexpected and lovely surprise to see you here, in… the kitchen of your own home.”

Next to him, Virgil heard the small, distinct thwap of his fellow borrower’s palm meeting their face.

“…What’s going on?” Patton repeated, sounding far more awake this time.

“Extremely normal, non-fairy-related things,” Roman answered, visibly sweating.

“Extremely bloody Dionysian orgies,” Remus said at the same time, considerably louder.

Virgil could see just enough of Patton’s expression to watch the way it crinkled in a sort of morose confusion.

“In the kitchen?” he asked, voice pained, as though that was his main problem with the suggestion.

“If there aren’t any knives involved, can any orgy really be called Dionysian?” Remus replied in a faux-wise tone, lifting his arm to make a deeply inappropriate gesture in accompaniment with his words. This technically cleared the way back to the wall, but as it turned out, only for a moment.

Before either of them could get too hopeful about any chance of escape, Remus ended the gesture by quickly clapping his hands over the both of them in a makeshift dome shape.

Next to him, the other borrower only flinched a bit, but Virgil couldn’t help the outright squeak he made at the sudden limbs dropping down over them.

There was another pause from the humans above them, this one distinctly more harried.

“Um, guys?” Patton’s voice had gone from confused to concerned. “What was—?”

“Broken whoopee cushion,” Remus insisted. “Filled it with mayonnaise, you know how it goes.”

“He sneezed!” Roman added, his voice sliding up a few pitches. “Gesundheit, Remus! Totally nothing strange about that— Padre, wait!”

There were big steps drawing closer, now, and Remus’s hands cinched in a little tighter around the two of them. They were forced to huddle even closer together, and the other borrower’s bony elbow collided with his side in a way he wasn’t convinced was accidental.

He shot them a glare, which they returned with an expression that was equal parts indignant and frantic. After a second, they forced a barely-there whisper through grit teeth. “It’s your human. Will he hurt us?”

“How am I supposed to know?!” Virgil hissed back, just as quiet. “I didn’t ever get caught before you showed up!”

Not while the human was conscious enough to remember it, anyhow.

The other borrower’s eyes narrowed into slits, reminding Virgil that he probably shouldn’t be antagonizing the guy that already proved themself willing to try and murder him once. Before they could respond, though, the conversation over their heads continued.

“Guys,” Patton said, sounding stern. “What have we said about wrangling critters in my home?”

“That it was a firmly banned activity after the Great Frog Croak-tastrophe?” Roman guessed sheepishly. “And, y’know, that was certainly a fair and just ruling for that situation, however—!”

“Nuh-uh, I don’t wanna hear it,” Patton replied, unwavering. Virgil could practically envision the way his human was standing from his tone alone: hands on his hips, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Frog or not, I’m sure whatever you two caught will be much hoppier once they’re released safely outside, right Remus?”

“Eh, you might not feel the same after you see them, Pattycakes,” Remus warned. “I know I’m usually the harbinger of pests, wrangler of rats, champion of centipedes, but not even I know what to do about these guys.”

There was the shuffle of clothing, like Patton was shifting in place, and he sighed. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to figure it out together, huh?”

There was a moment of hesitation where Virgil assumed the twins were exchanging a wordless meaningful look, as they so often did, and then the distinct slide of glass across a countertop.

The moment the hands around them twitched, Virgil shifted into a crouched position, drawing his legs under him and preparing to bolt the moment there was space, even if it was probably totally futile. Next to him, he could feel the other borrower doing much the same.

Rather than lift off of them, however, the hands shifted to pinch even closer together, forming the shape of a spade, like a pair of nut shells that had been glued back together at the edges, leaving a hollow space inside. The two of them were forced to scramble upwards into the hold or get limbs stuck in between the sides of Remus’s palms as he scooped them up off the counter completely.

Virgil’s stomach dropped at the upwards movement, completely out of his control, and he reached out and latched onto the side of the other borrower’s shirt with a white-knuckled grip. They were still at least a little concussed, and Virgil wasn’t letting them get separated now, not when he’d already gotten himself into the most terrifying situation in his life saving them. Wherever they were going, they’d at least be stuck in it together.

To his surprise, the other borrower gripped him right back.

After only a few seconds, they were lowered and deposited onto a familiar smooth surface. Virgil grit his teeth at the feeling, resisting the urge to scream in frustration. He’d just gotten out of this stupid glass pitcher!

He didn’t get much time to seethe indignantly, however, because the moment Remus’s hands pulled away, there were much bigger problems to face.

Three of them, to be precise.

Heart in his throat, Virgil slowly lifted his head to look up at the face of his human, warped through the curve of the glass.

With a confused furrow to his brow, Patton moved to take a step closer, and then stopped short as the sight before him properly registered. His hand flew up to cover his mouth, his eyes widening with surprise. “Oh my!”

“I toad you so,” Remus interjected unhelpfully.

Roman cuffed his shoulder, and Remus immediately jabbed two fingers into Roman’s side in retaliation. It was only a firm warning look from Patton that kept them from devolving into another slap fight during the most terrifying moment of Virgil’s life.

Virgil shifted to stand, shuffling back until he didn’t have to crane his neck so painfully to make eye contact. Humans were so big, and it had never been more evident than it was now, staring up at giants.

Staring up at Patton. He was pretty sure he’d had a nightmare that had gone exactly like this. Well, minus the concussed would-be assassin. And the frog puns.

Patton, for his part, had developed a genuinely distressed twist to his features as he took in the sight of the two of them. After a moment of wavering, his gaze settled firmly on Virgil, sending a prickling sense of alarm up his spine.

“Hello again,” said Patton, smiling at him.

Virgil froze. The borrower behind him froze. Even the twins froze for a moment, before their heads both snapped around to stare at Patton with eerie synchronization.

“You know them?!” two voices asked, in two very different tones.

Virgil felt dread drop into his gut like a stone down a sewer grate. There was no way.

“I know one of them,” Patton answered, unperturbed by everyone’s shock. “That’s the little guy who helped take care of me while I was sick!”

He lifted a hand in demonstration and wiggled his fingers, the healing burns on them still visibly shiny.

The twins gaped. “He what?”

Behind him, in a far more bewildered tone, the other borrower echoed them: “You what?”

“You shut up,” Virgil muttered sourly without turning to look at them. His heart was practically shaking in his ribcage, knowing that the human had remembered all along, that Patton had returned home well-aware of the intruder in his walls.

The realization felt chilling, like a thimble of icy water had been dumped down his shirt. Patton hadn’t acted strange at all, hadn’t cast any speculative glances at the walls or scanned any shelves for undersized intruders. The twins and their ghost-hunting equipment clearly hadn’t known the truth, so why would Patton? Virgil hadn’t even suspected.

Who knew what would have happened after Roman and Remus left, and it was only the two of them, with Virgil blissfully unaware of the danger he was in?

Well. Caught like this, he supposed he was going to find out soon.

Patton’s smile faded, carefully watching the way Virgil’s chest was visibly shuddering with too-shallow breaths.

“You thought I froggot, huh?” he said, looking inexplicably sad. “I thought about it while I was in the hospital, and I kinda figured we’re really not supposed to know about you guys. That means it was pretty darn brave of you to try and help me anyways.”

Virgil swallowed, fear sticking in his throat. He didn’t know what to say. He certainly didn’t feel brave.

The other borrower stepped up to be at his side, ignoring Virgil’s reflexive attempt to shoulder them back behind him.

“I suppose the saying is true, then.” They paused, narrowing their eyes in a silent challenge. “No good deed goes unpunished.”

The encompassing flourish they made was a little wobbly, as though their balance was still off, but it got the point across: Patton had recovered from his illness, and they were stuck in a pitcher on his counter.

Virgil’s incredulity at the other borrower was enough to snap him out of the worst of his frozen terror, his head whipping to the side to stare at them.

They were insane. They had to be, using such sharp words and an even sharper tone with a human. This was just about the worst time to instigate an argument. The two of them were stuck in a pitcher on his counter!

Unsurprisingly, neither of the twins looked particularly happy with the accusatory turn the conversation had taken. Patton had been their friend for a long time. They had always jumped at the opportunity to defend him from harm in the past, and Virgil doubted that would change now.

For all their tomfoolery, the two of them could be downright vicious when they were angry. If they were willing to tear fellow humans a new one for messing with Patton, it was gruesome to imagine what they’d do to a pair of borrowers. They’d already been terrifying enough when they’d only been curious about him.

Before either of them could begin to speak, however, Patton nodded once, almost to himself, and pivoted to face his friends.

“Howsabout you two get started on cleaning up the living room so we can settle down and get some proper sleep?” he asked, the request firm enough that it was clearly more of an instruction than a suggestion.

Both twins started protesting immediately, looking extremely put out at the idea of abandoning Patton with their exciting new find. They were talking over each other, the words tangling and becoming an indecipherable mess by the time they reached Virgil, but he was fairly certain he heard phrases like “—but I’ll only lie awake haunted by fairy law and order,” and, “—you can’t keep me away from my new pyromaniac bestie!” in the mix.

“Mhmm, yup, we can discuss all of that later,” Patton replied stoutly, ushering the two of them towards the entrance to the kitchen with insistent sweeping gestures, like a shepherd with his herd. “There’ll be plenty of time to talk over breakfast in the morning, but it’s getting late, so hop to it!”

“We’re being banished with frog puns! This is an amphibian atrocity,” Roman bemoaned.

“Froggin’ unbelievable,” Remus agreed. 

However, even with all their complaints, they seemed to understand that Patton wasn’t budging this time, and reluctantly allowed themselves to be shooed out of the kitchen like the world’s noisiest sheep.

At Virgil’s shoulder, the other borrower took the opportunity to lean in while the humans were across the room.

“You ‘didn’t ever get caught,’ hmm?” they asked, still far too smug considering the situation they were in.

A muscle in Virgil’s eye twitched. Despite everything, he wasted a moment considering the merits of trying to inflict another head injury on his fellow captive. They’d been a lot more tolerable with the beginnings of a concussion.

“Do you want to go back to trying to stab each other?” he snapped instead, stepping pointedly away even as he made the thinly-veiled threat. “Because it seems like you want to go back to trying to stab each other.”

“Oh, I’m so terrified,” they replied drolly, crossing their arms. “Won’t someone save me from the horrible Monoxide assassin and his entirely genuine threats?”

Virgil stared at them for a moment, disbelieving. “You know, I think I actually liked you better when you were trying to murder me in cold blood.”

“Don’t lose hope. Maybe I’ll try again later,” they retorted with a dangerous glint in their eye, and then they were both falling silent as Patton approached once more.

Out of the corner of his eye, Virgil caught the contemplative frown that flashed over the other borrower’s face, the only glimpse of their consternation at facing down a human. They may have had plans aplenty to deal with the twins, but Patton was clearly more of an unknown to them.

…Virgil knew Patton. He’d spent enough time watching the human to get attached, grown familiar enough with Patton’s life to cheer on his efforts and fret over his disappointments. He should be able to find the right words to get them out of this, convince his human the way the other borrower had effortlessly fooled Roman, but… he couldn’t.

It was impossible to think up a strategy for this situation. How could he possibly reconcile Patton, the guy who helped organize weekly PTA bake sales and volunteered to look after kittens he was allergic to and cried when he saw roadkill, with a human who knew, who would keep them trapped, who needed to be pleaded with for their release?

How was he supposed to bargain with a monster if he couldn’t even accept that the monster existed?

“I’m sorry if the twins frightened you,” Patton said, voice lowered to a softer volume. “They tend to be very exuberant, but they don’t mean any harm.”

The other borrower looked as though they were on the brink of scoffing at the very idea that they couldn’t handle Roman and Remus, a defensive slant to their shoulders.

“Why?” The word tumbled from Virgil’s mouth without his permission, his shoulders hunching under the undivided focus of Patton’s gaze.

“Why what?” he asked, tilting his head slightly like a confused dog.

“If you knew,” Virgil forced out, fingernails digging into his palms, “why didn’t you tell them? Or— or look for me?”

Understanding settled onto Patton’s expression, and he hummed thoughtfully, as though considering how to phrase his answer.

“If you wanted to be seen, you would have come out and said hi,” he finally said, simply. “You saved my life by calling for help. If you wanted to stay a secret, the least I could do is make sure to keep that secret safe.”

Virgil blinked up at him, trying to force the words into a configuration that made sense. Humans didn’t just let mysteries exist, especially not ones that were so easy to grab ahold of.

“I won’t lie and say I’m not awfully curious about you,” Patton continued, and his hand was reaching out for the handle of the pitcher and surely, this was the moment that it all came crashing down—, “but you can’t force a friendship. Especially not like this!”

Slowly, in gentle increments, the pitcher was shifted to lay on its side, the open end facing away from Patton. It was practically a straight shot to the closest wall entrance, their freedom waiting where the back of the counter met the kitchen wall.

They’d been prepared to make a break for it at the earliest opportunity before, but now, with escape dangled in front of them, both borrowers hesitated. Virgil exchanged a dumbfounded look with the other borrower, trying to stomp down the insane hope bubbling in the back of his mind.

“If you ever want to talk, you know where to find me!” Patton finished, making sure the glass was stable and settled before releasing it and stepping back. “Otherwise, my lips are sealed— and I’ll make sure Roman and Remus keep the secret, too.”

He made a zipping motion over his mouth, eyes crinkled with amusement at the edges, and then turned and walked out of the kitchen without a single glance back.

Virgil hadn’t uttered a single plea, and yet, the path back to the walls was right there. He looped the other borrower’s arm over his shoulder and led them, step by faltering step, across the counter, even scooping his bag up as he went. Nobody came rushing in, nobody stopped them from taking those last few steps into the safety of the walls.

He’d expected to face a monster, and instead he’d been offered kindness, unasked for and freely given.

They were both quiet as they shuffled further into the familiar cramped space, as though a single sound would shatter the illusion of this impossible release. The other borrower pulled away after a moment, their pain of their concussion likely more manageable in the dark. The silence stretched, relief and exhaustion weighing on them in equal measure.

Virgil yawned despite himself, absently wondering if they were going to continue that semi-murderous argument about cults and who wronged who, and if the other borrower would be willing to reschedule it to sometime after they’d slept.

Ahead of them, a third figure stepped out of the shadows, quickly looking them over as though checking that everyone was still intact. Oddly enough, they sort of smelled like gunpowder.

“Hm. That certainly didn’t go according to plan,” they said bluntly, the oversized pack on their back jingling slightly as they stepped forward. “Still, we all survived, so I suppose introductions are in order.”

[ajexists1214]

One of my favorite things about being in the Sanders Sides fandom is seeing the last names people come up with for the sides when doing AU’s

These are the ones I came up with… YEARS ago now at this point, I’m curious to see what yall use

I know Foster for Patton is probably the most common one. I see Storm for Virgil a lot which… eh not my favorite. Crofter or Croft I see a lot for Logan, which I kinda used as inspiration for Crawford. Roman (and sometimes Remus if they are written as brothers/twins) I see Prince a lot which… I don’t know, I get it, but to me is too on the nose. I honestly don’t know what I see for Janus a lot. How I came up with Zeno, Irving and Forrest is I just looked up last names that related to their characters. Like for Virgil it was “dark/spooky last names”. Roman/Remus was “royal last names” and Janus was the hardest, I think I just ended up looking at medieval last names or something like that and found Zeno and liked it

Then of course you got the “who’s going to get the Sanders last name”, which I’ve mostly noticed it with Logan or Virgil getting the Sanders last name

I’m kinda rambling at this point, but recently I’ve been sucked back into this fandom and reading a lot of fan fiction so I wanted to point it out and talk about it

[sanderssideswriting]

thoughts about the video, let's gooo

it's 4 and a half minutes, honestly surprising considering that you'd think Thomas would want midrolls. Could he not find a sponsor in time to pad out the video?

THEY DIDN'T EVEN USE A PICTURE OF A REAL SPIRIT HALOWEEN OH MY GOD. it's a stock image or something with the spirit halloween logo photoshopped on

god yeah, that greenscreen is bad and I'm only seeing the silhouettes so far

Janus's make up. I know it's the "I'm mr white christmas, I'm mr Sun" song, where half the face is winter, and the other half mr sun or whatever but it's so bad and low effort.

ok all the makeup it bad and low effort, got it

Patton's first line was shit, who came up with that because it needed way more work. Nativity and fog machine? What?

I'm disappointed Remus's thing isn't just being him like, covered in blood or some shit. Really, they could've done more with the makeup, made it more in character. I do like Logan being Frankenstein, but again, makeup was shit.

overall it was eh. Like I know the production value wouldn't be huge but like, it could've been more then that. I'm really disapointed with the makeup mostly, I feel like better makeup would've made the whole thing much better because really that's what everyone's looking at, Thomas's face. The bad green screen can be ignored for the most part but the makeup, not so much.

[logically-asexual]

i did this a while ago mostly as an exercise that, although imperfect*, works as an attempt to prove that the sides are all opposites to each other.

most people accept it as canon that each side must have their respective opposite in established pairs. but you can pick whichever pair you want and you’ll find that they’re opposites in some aspects, the same in others, and just generally different in others. and you can even do it with pairs of partners and groups of three.

i think finding out how different pairs or groups are opposites is a fun and interesting way of analyzing, but arguing that a single side is the True Single Opposite of another usually reduces their characters to fit in boxes that don’t really fully encompass them. all of them and their relationships are much more complex than that.

some people fall asleep counting sheep. i fall asleep counting all the ways you can divide the Sides into two groups of 3 and trying to come up with a name for each, based on something each trio has in common.

[amateurmasksmith]

Character post with Roman, Logan, and Janus? :3

hi dazey :)

Roman:

favorite thing about them

- he was somehow able to create a whole room in the mindscape, complete with custom corners for the other sides, in a manner of seconds. as someone who struggles to hold the image of an apple, that’s impressive lmao

least favorite thing about them

- I wish he’d talk to the others abt the wedding his feelings :(

favorite line

- “How could I choose between any of my darling babies?!?” <- stuck in my head repeatedly lmao

brOTP

- Him and Virge are besties :)

OTP

- Ok, hear me out: Roman x Nico x Thomas

nOTP

eh, I don’t rlly ship him with anyone tbh - so most Roman ships take a bit for me to get used too.

random headcanon

- you can gauge how good of a day Roman’s having based on what he sings in the shower. (he was silent for a week after the wedding. Virge passed by on day three, and though he swears he heard a sniffle, he told no-one.)

unpopular opinion

- …most fics with prinxiety are annoyingly ooc. (Switched is fine tho - still infuriating, but that’s directed at the goobers lol)

song i associate with them

Dance Floor by LeGrand

favorite picture of them

- his skirt look is neat!

Logan:

favorite thing about them

- he’s such a nerd /aff

least favorite thing about them

- he’s more than willing to discuss the feelings of others, but his own? Nah, he doesn’t have them. (gonna be fun to watch that blow up tho *grabs popcorn in an orange bucket*)

favorite line

- “Fun, fascinating, tomato, Solanum Lycopersicum.”

brOTP

- Him and Roman, him and Patton, or both :)

OTP

- QPR analogical my beloved (tho besties is fine too)

nOTP

- Intrulogical and Logince

random headcanon

- he suppresses a lot of stims when he’s around the others/on camera, like bouncing on his toes or tapping his fingers. (fixing his tie is one he allows himself)

unpopular opinion

- *shrug* is disliking intrulogical an unpopular opinion?

song i associate with them

Burn, from Hamilton >:)

favorite picture of them

not sure - though I do like that shot of him in the pumpkin patch during the over the garden wall cover!

Janus:

favorite thing about them

he’s a bitch 💅✨ (nah but seriously, I aspire to his level of confidence (and willingness to take care of myself))

least favorite thing about them

…I do see a bit of my own bitterness in him, sometimes.

favorite line

“And for your sake, you need to start practicing a little more selfishness.” (or just. Any of his lines from CLBG and Redux, yk?)

brOTP

- Demus/Intruceit

OTP

- QPR Moceit? Mayyyyybe loceit, if you squint.

nOTP

- Prinxceit (I just don’t see it) and Anxceit (theyre (estranged) family)

random headcanon

- He frequently lies about what snake traits he does or doesn’t have, just to fuck with people. (Including especially the fans)

unpopular opinion

- I don’t think he’s cold-blooded. *shrug* Maybe he runs a little colder, but I think he generates his own heat.

song i associate with them

-Hadestown. So much of Hadestown. (I think one of ‘em is already on his official playlist lol)

favorite picture of them

-oh, the skirt look, definitely

[aideneverybody]

Patton, knighting plushie or smth like that: And by the power suited on me-

Logan, cutting him off: The correct term is “by the power vested in me”.

Patton: No, I *think* I know what I mean. I’m *wearing* a suit, the power is suited, *on* me.

Logan: But- thats- that’s not *correct*-.

Patton: Eh. Guess it just *suits* me better ;D

@thatsthat24

[lefaystrent]

Patton being alone on Thanksgiving and going, "Well this won't do at all," and sending out invitation cards to all of his neighbors in his apartment complex to come join him for the holiday, have a home cooked meal, and offer a safe space to celebrate for anyone else who may not have anywhere else to go. He doesn't know his neighbors, and maybe it's a long shot, but it's the thought that counts!

Fastforward to Turkey Day and five guys show up on his doorstep, all of them strangers to each other, but each of them having read the invite and going, "Why not?"

[darkboysroadtrip]

why stop at piercings? I think everyone (excluding Thomas I GUESS) should get a tattoo! -👽

"I like the way you think Alieanonnn!" Remus says.

"I think having all six of us doing that would take forever" Virgil responds.

"What if we all go to a different place at the same time and then meet back up after and surprise each other?" Remus suggests.

"Do you think there will be that many options where we're going though?"

Remus thinks, "mmmm I don't see why not!"

"We might have that many options but they more than likely won't be close to each other" Dee says.

"What if we just rent out a whole studio and have as many artists as they can get there to do it?"

Dee and Virgil glance in the rearview to give Remus a 'you can't be serious' look.

"What? I bet Roman would agree with me" he says as if that helps his case - he starts to rapidly type on his phone and then waits, he doesn't have to wait long for an answer though cause Roman's jingle jingles its self up only a few seconds later, "he said he'll look into it."

"Oh my god..." Virgil mutters.

"What would we even get?" Dee asks.

"Eh, I'm down for anything" Remus shrugs.

"Yeah we know" Virgil and Dee say at the same time.

Roman's phone bings with Remus' text jingle, "ooooh" Roman says when he reads it.

"That can't be good" Logan says.

"Oh my, what is it this time?" Patton asks.

"Remus just asked me if it would be possible if we can rent out a tattoo parlor so we all can get a new tattoo."

"That might be fun!" Patton agrees, "but on such short notice?"

"I'll... look around some" Roman says.

"What would we get?" Logan asks.

"Maybe we can all get something that represents the trip?" Patton suggests.

Roman smiles, "that sounds absolutely adorable, I'm going to tell Remus we should do that - cause we definitely should do that."

[confusedasever]

Corrupted Au Virgil🕷️🌩️

Trigger warning: arachnophobia, body horror, multiple eyes

This took 6 hours:’)

Voodoo (name may be subject to change): Virgil doesn’t really remember his past life mainly due to his own repression of his memories he doesn’t WANT to remember. Deeply insecure about his new form, wants to be un-corrupted despite no longer remembering what that was even like. Virgil just knows this is wrong and trusts that Janus and Logan can help him fix this mess. He can see out of all of his “eyes” with varying degrees of quality but heavily relies on sound. He prefers the shadows and can actually be hurt by being in bright lights for too long.

Design: The spider jaw is based heavily off the Spider Demon Father from demon slayer. The perspective is wildly off but eh we’ll get em’ next time

His eyes are based off the puppet design he was given which I adore The hoodie is just his two hoodies stitched together

Why is he corrupted? The heck happened?:

Each side corrupted in a completely unique way and for a different reason. They are representations of concepts and those concepts warped and snapped. Virgil crumbled due to his lack of identity. His anxiety heightened as he was torn between who he is now and who he was then. Resulting in whatever he is now.

The sides are slowly corrupting more and more with Virgil, unfortunately, being a lot more corrupted then others taking on a lot of spider traits (Remus is technically the most corrupted)

The amount of lore I have written for this Au is concerning considering how little I’ve done with it. Up next will probs be Patton or Janus the leaders of the Light and Dark sides:0

[nico-the-overlord]

blorbo bingo: Patton!

Funny how as I looked over them, not alot of them applied to him with me I think.

[its-ahissionado]

Musical Pun Times

Oh my god this took so long to write.

Roman: I am going to have a supercalifragilistic–existential CRISIS here.

Patton: Oh, we're making musical puns now? Well, Bye Bye Boredom!

Virgil: The hills are alive... and they're judging you.

Logan: How long have you guys been saving those puns?

Patton: Oh, these things just come to us, Mister Thinkin' in the Rain!

Virgil: He's lying, I saw him and Roman brainstorming all day yesterday.

Janus: You called?

Patton: AH— Janus..!

Virgil: *sighs* And now Dr. Trickyll and Mr. Lies is here.

Logan: Janus already came up with that one, Virgil.

Virgil: I'm not the creative one here.

Roman: Get out of here, Shamilton!

Janus: Ah, Roman, thank you so much for the invite to this musical pun parade. All of your pun–tastic efforts for The King and Lie.

Roman: Don't turn this fun time into a pun–ishment!

Janus: Lie me a river.

Logan: Janus is allowed to have some entertainment too, Roman.

Roman: Stay out of this, Legally Blind!

Logan: I'm not in this. I refuse to join in the pun creation.

Patton: Aw, come on, Logan! We'll just have to show you a little School of Rock!

Logan: I will not.

Virgil: Buzzkill.

Patton: Don't look so mad! We all know the saying: "when you're making puns, Anything Goes!"

Roman, about Janus: But nothing ever goes with... eh...

Janus: Betty Blue Lies.

Roman: I hate that you're helping me insult you.

Virgil: One would think The Cocky Horror Show over there wouldn't be mean all the time.

Roman: Oh shut up, Guys & Bawls.

Roman: D– I mean—

Patton: Now Roman, don't insult my son like that, or I Will Rock You.

Virgil: No, I did start it. But still...

Virgil: Now I'm just Les Miserable.

Logan: Sometimes the best way to deal with emotions is to Let it Be.

Patton: LOGAN MADE A PUN!!

Logan: NOT— ...on purpose.