#cartoon therapy fanfiction

[canvas-the-florist]

The Imitation Game

Ship(s): Analogical

Warnings: Major Character Death and Undeath, body horror, blood and injury, unreliable narrator, misunderstandings, and morally ambiguous Emile Picani

Summary: This is a Big Bang fic hosted by @tss-storytime. After the consequences of someone else’s actions, Logan finds himself moving into a new apartment to lie low. Despite knowing nothing about what happened, or what’s supposed to happen next, Logan complies. That is, until he begins to make new friends and new discoveries about who he is. And who he was supposed to be. Meanwhile Virgil is convinced that Patton's new neighbor is absolutely a murderer. And will do anything to prove it. If you like this fic, I'm going to be posting the rest of the story on ao3. Here's the link.

Art was done by @tastic-in-its-finest and you can find it here!

Word Count: (for this chapter) 3k

Chapter One - Lungs

The first feeling, or experience rather, Logan has is unbridled anguish. He doesn’t remember much of it. His body gives him a sharp spike of electricity when he moves his neck, clearly as a result of what occurred. The shaking of their palms when they were made to look someone in the eyes. A fear he couldn’t place the origin of. Logan’s body felt wrong to exist in. It felt wrong to be there at all. His body feels as if it was dismantled and reattached slightly differently. Functional, but not the same. Logan had begun adjusting to the changes far quicker than his muscle memory could. It hurt to stand too long, a pain coming from his spine would trail its way to his legs, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Logan was reminded of this fact when one of their knees locked, and he forced himself to fall to the side so he could catch himself. His entire weight supported by one leg and his hands on the edges of the kitchen counter. Logan slowly led himself to sit on his couch, easing himself into a lying position. He took a slow, deep breath.

Breathing is a difficult sensation to get used to. It’s supposed to be constant, quiet, and easy. And yet it’s so integral to survival. Especially for a being with lungs. You have to breathe in oxygen, and out carbon dioxide. A consistent transfer of elements with your body holding the key to change. If you hold your breath, the carbon dioxide holds a heavy space in your lungs, poisoning the rest of your organs. If you breathe too quickly, risk tiring yourself out, and accomplishing nothing by speeding up the endless repetition. Both can lead to fainting or passing out. What a fickle way to live, to survive. 

So imagine Logan’s surprise that everyone around him could do this without thinking. This was normal. And he was not. Now was their chance to be just like the others, with working lungs, a working body, and a working heart. It wasn’t pleasant to feel constant changes within himself in a manner he couldn’t control. Nothing could truly be perfectly measured or predicted or controlled. Logan pressed his left thumb pad against his right index finger, cradling the right hand softly, and felt the small ridges of fingerprints conflict with their paths next to each other. This was one of the new sensations they didn’t mind. He did this while reminding himself to breathe, concerned that his judgment would lapse and he would simply die too early on in his existence. Logan thought about feeling, and if he had enough time to get used to the stimulus he didn’t used to have access to. A sudden flash of pain went past his neck, causing him to suddenly tilt his head to the left. He exhaled loudly, with a shudder, to keep his composure. Logan didn’t know a lot about social conventions but screaming every time he felt an ounce of discomfort definitely did not fit that criteria. However, he was new to the apartment complex, so perhaps that was actually acceptable and he would have to discover that later. 

Logan wanted to get this all under control within the next ten minutes, though he wasn’t accurately able to tell how long he had been laying down when the static that seemed to follow him blocked his vision. Breathing was still difficult. Still present. A reminder that they were failing their objective already. That this wasn’t going to plan. He was going to die on day one. Despite the severity of everything Logan felt (he FELT things now), he wasn’t allowed to give up. That was explicitly against the rules. 

With the overpowered conviction of doing what he was told, Logan laid on the couch silently. A pain in his lungs, a throbbing in his head. Well, technically the pain was coming from his nerves sending signals to his… brain. Logan frowned, almost pulled from the sensation of his lungs being crushed by a hydraulic press by the reminder. His brain. Logan still didn’t fully understand how he worked, even if he knew the components that made him up. They desperately wanted to. Just to know. Logan enjoyed learning. He didn’t know a lot about himself, but he knew that. Logan wanted to learn.

He pressed the palms of his hands against his closed eyes, somehow that specific type of pressure alleviated the pain. There was a knock on his door after a few minutes. It was his first day living in this apartment. Logan was told to expect greetings from neighbors, in some regard. But this felt overwhelming still. 

Logan ignored them.

The next day was filled with duller pain, but still ever present. His neck creaked loudly as he tilted his head from side to side. Logan had to leave the apartment today. This was something he always knew he had to do, but didn’t know if he wanted to. Well, he did know. He absolutely wanted to stay hidden away from the world for the rest of time. But… Logan turned on his phone, to reread the message he had gotten. Emile wanted to see him, and they were going to meet up at a café. His text was… long and hard to parse through. Even though Logan had trouble discerning tone a majority of the time, they got the sense that Emile was more excited about this than Logan would be able to be. After looking at themself in the mirror for entirely too long, washing the dried blood from his neck, and getting dressed, he left the apartment. Logan struggled locking the door, having to try about six times, and just hoped that no one would notice long enough for him to appear normal. 

He was on the second floor, defined by a walled off balcony wrapping around the exterior of the building to connect each apartment to a shared space. Logan was about to reach the stairs down when a man walked into him. Or perhaps it was his fault, it was hard to tell really. Logan stepped back, almost affronted by the contact. The person was tall, with thin and long box braids wrapped in a bun. He had rectangle glasses with rounded edges and a smile on his face. It made Logan instantly uncomfortable looking anywhere near his eyes, so they looked away.

“Howdy!” … What? The man continued. “Sorry for bumping into you, that’s my bad. You’re the one who just moved in right? What’s your name?”

This was possibly worse than everything Logan had ever experienced. He wasn’t entirely sure how high (metaphorically) that bar was, but it was probably significant. Logan didn’t respond for a few awkwardly silent seconds. They coughed, preparing his throat to speak. “I’m… I did just move in, yes. My name is Logan. Logan Clay.” Was he doing this right? How were you supposed to tell? The man was still looking at him like he expected something. Logan went through all they remembered from practicing. Oh! Right… “What’s your name?”

“The name’s Patton Nasir, neighbor!” He reached out his hand, looking… concerned(?) when Logan instinctively flinched away. Patton quickly retracted his hand before Logan even said anything about it, placing it gracefully on his hip. “Well, it’s nice to finally meet you, Logan! I live just next door. 214. So if you need help with anything, I’m always there for you.”

Was this genuine? Was there a way to tell? Logan just nodded. “Thank you, Patton. I’ll be sure to contact you if such a situation arises. I have to go now.”

Patton laughed. Logan just stared slightly to the left of his face, almost simulating true eye contact with his neighbor. “Of course, I didn’t mean to keep you, buddy. I hope you have a good day!”

He waved and walked past Logan, who just stood there as the conversation left the air, reminding themself to breathe. His neck still hurt, as if his splenius capitis would burn whenever he moved his head. Logan shook his head, despite knowing the action only exacerbated the pain. Logan finally got to continue walking to meet Emile, walking down the concrete stairs with a sense of urgency. He made sure to look at the directions on his phone so he wouldn’t get lost. Perhaps he looked at them a little too frequently. It took just about ten minutes and forty three seconds to reach the café. A local establishment with a patio that contained three tables. Two of those three had striped umbrellas over them. 

Emile was sitting at the table holding a disposable cup with a lid, presumably filled with coffee. It was as much of a relief as a great anxiety to finally see him. Logan walked up to the table with a sense of urgency that wasn’t shared with their companion. Emile smiled easily, his scrunched nose lightly displacing his glasses. 

“Hello, Logan! Do you how do?” He greeted.

If this were any other individual, Logan would be concerned at the nonsensical manner he held himself with. But this was Dr. Emile Picani, the only person he truly knew. The only person who knew… Logan. Himself. Logan nodded. “I’m doing adequate, Emile. Should I… order something too?”

“Not if you don’t want to.” Emile responded simply. “Did you have breakfast yet?”

Logan froze. He did a mental check of his body. His neck screaming (metaphorically), his hands still shaking, his stomach… People were supposed to eat regularly. He knew that. Logan was told that, and they knew that they had to do that too. Fuck. “I have not had breakfast yet.”

Somehow, Emile could read his tone, even when Logan himself could not. He frowned. “Logan… have you eaten anything since you left the hospital yesterday?”

“I drank water.” He supplied, as if that was a perfect substitute.

Emile stood up, the metal chair screeched loudly, and suddenly Logan had to resist the urge to drag his nails through the skin of his ears. “Let’s get you some coffee.”

Who was Logan to disobey? Emile ordered for him, and assured him of what he had gotten. Black coffee and a simple sandwich. They sat back down together. Logan drank the bitter drink, but mostly because it was expected of them. Despite the casual setting, the public atmosphere, this was a meeting. Logan knew that. Emile was acting like this because Logan didn’t know how to act yet. He appreciated it immensely. Logan started eating the sandwich, with dry bread and bland ingredients. 

“I’m glad you liked it. You… You used to order this same thing every morning.” Emile looked down, with a smile, but Logan didn’t think he was actually happy. “Anyways! Have you made any new friends yet or unpacked yet?”

Logan swallowed his food, setting his sandwich back down. He felt all the different components of his neck conflict with one another, reminding him of the constant searing pain that had incapacitated him the day before. A pain that wasn’t supposed to be there. “No, I haven’t. I thought… I was supposed to keep a low profile?”

It came out like a question, because he felt as though Emile’s questions contradicted the prior instructions he had given. Keep a low profile. Keep the secrets. Stay hidden. Were they intended to balance those objectives with a social life? Interior design? Logan reminded himself to breathe at a consistent pace. That was a lot of rules to uphold all at once, but he could do it. Emile expected them to, and they wouldn’t want to let him down. Not after all he had done for them. Emile just looked confused, similar to how Logan… felt. Hm.

“Logan, I don’t want to keep you from making new connections!” Emile exclaimed, his voice filled with a worry Logan didn’t understand. “Besides, an empty apartment and a lone hermit is… a little more suspicious than, say, hiding in plain sight like Constantine from Muppets Most Wanted.”

He gave back a blank stare. 

“Yeah… I don’t think you’ve ever seen that movie, even before everything.” Emile admitted. “I just mean: it’s going to be better for everyone if you settle down a little bit more, and nurture new friendships with your neighbors. You need to establish friendships and trust or… Or none of this is going to work. Or at least try! If nothing works out, you’ll still be meeting with me here every week! We can figure stuff out.”

It was reassuring, knowing that he wasn’t alone. Logan didn’t really know much about what to do or what he should be like. But Emile did. He really needed the guidance. “Thank you, Emile. I appreciate that. I will… ‘settle down’, when I am able.”

His friend smiled at him, with a type of pride Logan didn’t feel. He was mostly scared of what was going to happen to him. Emile smiled at him like everything was already going perfectly. It wasn’t exactly lying, but it was optimistic. Even though it was confirmation that the two were in this together, Logan still felt uncomfortable.

Emile left first, having the obligations of a job. He was working part time at a lab while he worked on his psychology degree. Logan… had a job. It was more freelance. They didn’t start until the next day. Logan collected the leftover dishes and trash, walking back inside to put them where they belonged. The plates went on a stack of other dishes also used that day, while the trash went into the nearest trash receptacle. He looked around, as if someone was there to tell him he did a good job. The only person there was a barista with sunglasses on scrolling on vaer phone with minimal interest. Vaey looked up at Logan, raising an eyebrow. Logan felt uncomfortable instantly and decided to leave. 

They spent the rest of the day organizing their new living space. The boxes didn’t contain a whole lot. Emile told him that he would have to go shopping on his own to accommodate anything that was missing. Logan suspected that Emile got him a job for that exact reason. So they could be more self-sufficient. Ironic, that Logan wouldn’t be able to do any of this without him. Logan thought this over while figuring out where to put their skillets and pans. He eventually took a break to eat, something he was determined not to forget again. Logan hadn’t cooked much before so settled for an oatmeal mix that Emile had packed him. They were not a big fan of the flavor. They ate it anyway. Logan had finished washing the two dishes he had used when someone had knocked on the door. His headache, well all of his aches really, were still bothering him profusely. But he was supposed to make connections right? 

Patton was holding a ziploc bag when Logan opened the door. The man was smiling, as if it was his default expression. He held it out to them. “I meant to give these to you yesterday, but… I’m giving them to you now! They’re chocolate chip cookies so I can take them back if you’re gluten free or allergic to chocolate or-”

He was just as nervous as Logan was. It didn’t seem to click until that moment. Logan took the back from his hands and looked up at Patton. “Thank you, for welcoming me to the neighborhood. You seem like a kind person, Patton.”

They didn’t really intend to cut off whatever Patton was talking about, but he didn’t particularly seem to mind. “Of course, thank you for the compliment! We’re going to start a whole chain of ‘thank you’s if we keep this up. I can’t wait to get to know you.”

Patton left after that, but what he had said ringed in Logan’s ears. 

I can’t wait to get to know you.

He repeated this as he got dressed for bed. He repeated it as he brushed his teeth. As he stared into the mirror for too long. As they put their glasses on the box they were using as a nightstand. Logan couldn’t wait to know himself too. They reminded themself to breathe, and continued to do so until it became even again. I can’t wait to get to know you. What a polite, kind thing to say to a stranger. 

Logan took a long deep breath in as he dug his fingers into the back of his neck. He gagged, feeling himself breathe heavier and faster. The skin between his spine and skull shifted to make room for the change. They searched around the blood and nerves, until latching to a specific cord. It resisted his grasp as Logan repressed the urge to flail. Clawing, clawing, clawing. He pulled the cord out slowly, feeling it rake against his organic matter. It collected blood as the end finally surfaced. Logan took a heavy breath, letting himself collapse forwards. A second was needed to catch his breath, to calm themself down. He wiped the blood off the cap protecting the end, before taking it off. Logan then plugged the cord into the glowing box underneath his bed. They felt the jolt of electricity enter their body as the cord began glowing a soft orange that mirrored the box.

Laying on their side, facing away from the box, was the only comfortable way to sleep. Not that they imagined they would do much of that. Despite trying, Logan didn’t feel fully human. Because he wasn’t, not really. Not like Emile, not like Patton. But he did wonder. Would this ever stop hurting? Would he ever stop hurting? Being a human was constantly being in pain. At least, that’s what it seemed like. Logan attempted to halt their thinking as they ignored the heat emanating from their neck, and the frantic breaths drawn for their lungs.

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[thomas-and-the-chocolate-factory]

Thomas and the Chocolate Factory - Chapter 9

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Fanfiction

Summary: Remus Duke is the greatest chocolatier of all time, and after living the past few years a recluse, he decides to finally open his factory once again. And it's young orphan Thomas Sanders' dream to win a ticket and get to go! Will he win a ticket? And if he does, will he make it out alive?

Masterpost

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Everyone waited with baited breath as the gates parted for the first time in years. Thomas held tightly onto Larry’s hand, squeezing it. He couldn’t believe it. This was it. He was seconds away from meeting Remus Duke…

The door to the factory creaked open, excited whispers echoing across the crowd. Before falling silent again.

Remus Duke stepped out from the factory. A black top hat with a green ribbon sat on top of his chocolate brown hair, which had a silver streak in the bangs. His moustache had a mischievous curl to it, and he had purple eyeshadow that matched his gloves. He wore an emerald green tail-coat over a pastel pink waistcoat and a black button-up shirt, and he also wore black pants and shoes. As he shuffled towards the open gates, he leaned heavily on the cane in his hand.

The energy of the crowd seemed to deflate as Remus limped across the courtyard. They’d expected a lively kinetic energy from this incredible chocolatier, but instead his expression looked almost flat and bored. Was this really the true face of the man who spread joy to people across the world with his amazing inventions?

Remus finally began to come close to the gates, eyes glancing over the five children standing with golden tickets in hand. He was so focused on them all that he didn’t notice as his cane got stuck between cobbles in the ground, slipping from his hand as he took his next step. He took one more unsteady step, before he stopped. His hand grasped at the air where his cane once was, finally registering it was no longer there. There was a pause… before he began to fall forward.

The crowd gasped in horror - only to be caught off guard as Remus suddenly tucked into a flawless somersault, leaping to his feet, his expression lit up with a lively grin. 

 The crowd burst into cheers. Now this looked more like the man they had always imagined!

Remus leaned back, pulling his cane from the ground, before jogging through the gates. “Thank you, thank you! Welcome to my factory,” he called, voice boisterous and a little nasally, “and a very special welcome to our five ticket winners. I’m very excited to get this tour underway, I have quite the exciting route through the factory planned. But first! Before I check the tickets and we head on in, I have something to say.

“Beyond this door is surprise, invention, astonishment, and of course a banquet of candy and chocolate. However, whatever expectations you have of exactly what you may see inside… I advise you to drop them outside. Instead, simply be prepared to believe. It must be believed to be seen…

“Now! Let's check these tickets. Don’t want another forgery, do we? Would the first winner please step forward?”

Patton looked extremely giddy, and was about to step forward-

“I’m going in first!” Only for Roman to quickly move over to Remus before Patton could even take one step. Romulus followed his son, not at all reacting to his son’s lack of consideration.

Roman held his ticket out to Remus, doing a polite curtsey. “Roman Salt, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr Duke.”

Remus took the ticket from his hand, looking over it. “And this is your father?”

“Yes, Romulus Salt, owner of Salt’s Nut Co.” Romulus took Remus’ hand, shaking it while reaching into his pocket and pulling out a business card. He handed it to Remus. “I was hoping we could perhaps have a discussion about a potential-”

“Ticket looks in good order,” Remus cut him off, handing the ticket back to Roman and throwing the business card over his shoulder. “Head on through the gates and wait just outside of the door.”

Before Romulus could say any more, Roman grabbed his hand, pulling him into the courtyard of the factory. Remus turned back to the other winners. “Right, who’s next?”

Once again, Patton went to step forward. However, he was also once again cut off as Logan stepped forward, his father’s hand on his shoulder. Logan handed Remus his ticket, “Logan Beauregarde. And this is my father.”

“Anton Beauregarde, you may have heard of me. I was a model for a few years back when-”

“Yeah, yeah, very interesting. Now, Beauregarde, why is that name familiar to me… Oh, yes, weren’t you the one who found his ticket by hacking into my computers?” Remus raised an eyebrow, looking down at Logan, hands on his hips.

Logan’s face flushed a little, but he cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, trying to maintain his composure. “That is simply alleged, there is no proof. I just did research, and the rules never stated that researching was not allowed.”

“Hey, I never said hacking wasn’t allowed either. In fact, it was pretty resourceful,” Remus grinned. The compliment caused Logan’s cocky smirk to return to his face. “Plus, now I know I need to improve my cybersecurity systems. Anyway, the ticket looks in order. Head on in.” He handed the ticket back to Logan. “Next winner, come on up!”

As Logan and Anton headed through the gates, Patton finally got his chance to step forward, him and his mother going up to Remus. “Hallo! I’m Patton Gloop, and this is my mother! It’s amazing to meet you, I’m a huge fan! I love your chocolate.”

“Glad to hear it, kid. And it’s nice to meet you too, Ms. Gloop,” Remus shook her hand, while taking Patton’s ticket with his other.

“Oh, please, call me Harley.”

Remus looked over Patton’s ticket, nodding. “All looks in order, you can head on through. Next!”

Neither Thomas or Virgil moved. Thomas looked to the other boy, giving a nod. “You can go first, it’s okay. I don’t mind going last.”

Virgil visibly hesitated. Linda took his hand. “Come on, Virgil, that boy’s being nice. Say thank you and then go up to Mr Duke.”

Virgil muttered, his words definitely not resembling a thank you, before reluctantly shuffling over to Remus. He held out his ticket, which was visibly crumpled, clearly having been stuffed in his pocket rather carelessly. “Virgil Teevee…”

Remus took the ticket, raising an eyebrow. “Virgil Teevee, huh? The kid who won my chocolate factory contest, despite not liking chocolate?”

Virgil didn’t respond, just glaring at the ground. Linda giggled to fill the awkward silence, “He may not be that fond of chocolate, but he’s a… curious boy. I’m sure he’s still interested in seeing what goes on in your factory. I’m Linda, by the way, Linda Teevee.”

Remus nodded. “The ticket looks fine, you can head in through. Next!”

Thomas took a deep breath, hands trembling a little as he stepped forward. This all still felt so unreal - he was about to talk to Remus Duke!

He held out his ticket as he stopped in front of the chocolatier, smiling brightly. “Thomas Sanders! It’s amazing to meet you, Mr Duke!”

“You’re the one who won their ticket only yesterday, aren’t you?” Remus asked, taking the ticket. “Don’t leave it so late next time, kid.” He grinned teasingly. “And this is your dad, I’m guessing?”

“Ah, no, I’m Larry Smith. I’m one of the carers at the local orphanage.”

“Oh, I see…  Well, the ticket looks all good. And that’s all five winners! Awesome, we can head on in and get started.” Remus grinned, heading over to where the rest of the tour group were waiting, while Thomas and Larry followed behind. “Right, now that’s all sorted, let's get this started. We’ll have a little bit of boring admin stuff when we get in, but then we can get right to the good stuff.” As he spoke, he led the tour group to the massive double-doors of the factory, the metal gates behind them swinging closed. “You all ready? Because once we go in, there’s no going back…”

Thomas nodded, the chocolatier’s slightly ominous tone only increasing his intrigue. The other four children assumedly nodded as well, as Remus’ grin returned.

“Good. Then let's head on in.”

He dramatically pushed open the doors, before stepping inside.

Roman immediately pushed past the group, quickly following Remus, his father trailing behind. Logan went in next, his father guiding him forward with a firm grasp on his shoulder. Patton eagerly followed, then Virgil, leaving Thomas and Larry as the only ones still outside. Thomas took a deep breath, trying to calm his giddiness, before stepping over the threshold and into the factory.

Nico had managed to squeeze to the front of the crowd watching from the gates. He watched as his best friend disappeared inside, and as the doors swung, seemling their own accord, closing with a loud SLAM!

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A lobby. The first room, the entrance of this extraordinary factory, was a seemingly normal lobby.

Thomas glanced around the room, with its beige walls and blue carpet. There was a door on the other side, assumedly leading into the rest of the factory. There were coat hooks, the most eccentric thing in the room, as they were shaped to look like hands. And finally, there was a pair of green curtains, covering a section of the wall, with a small table set in front of them. Upon the table rested an ink pot, with two quills leaning inside.

“Hang all your coats and bags and stuff over there, then come stand just over here please,” Remus said, moving to stand beside the curtains.

Thomas moved over to the curtains, not having any coat to hang up, as did Patton, who was keeping his hoodie tied over his shoulders, and Virgil who didn’t want to take his off. Roman and Logan shifted their coats off, revealing Logan to be wearing a blue short-sleeved button up, a red tie, a blue skirt, and a red belt around his waist, before both raising their coats to the hooks.

They, and all the grown ups who had removed their coats, let out small screams as the coat hooks moved, the hands grabbing the coats.

“Little surprises around every corner but nothing dangerous!” Remus called. “Now, come on, let's get this admin done so we can get properly started. We have a lot of time, and not much to do. Wait, scratch that, reverse it… Anyway! Before we go in, I need you five kids to sign this.”

He pulled a rope, and the curtains parted, revealing a large contract on the wall. The words at the top started large and clear. However, as it continued, they got smaller and smaller until completely illegible. At the very bottom of the contract were five dotted lines.

“Whereas the management cannot be held responsible for any accidents, incidents, loss of property, or life, or limb…” Logan read, frowning. 

“A-are we gonna get hurt?” Virgil asked, taking off his headphones for the first time all morning.

“It’s just a precaution. There’s no need to worry, this factory is perfectly safe as long as you guys all follow the rules,” Remus reassured. “But you can’t go in if you don’t sign, so… who’s going first?”

“Me!” Roman went to step forward, only to have his shoulder caught by his father. “Hey!”

“Mr Duke, I am a businessman. I know contracts,” Romulus said. “I’m not letting my boy sign - I never would without letting my lawyer look over it first to make sure it’s not tricky.”

Remus shrugged. “Then he can’t go in.”

“NO! I am going in! Don’t you dare try and stop me!” Roman glared at his father as he pushed Romulus’ hand from his shoulder, before storming up to the contract. He snatched one of the quills, before signing his name on the first dotted line. “There.”

Remus grinned. “Right, who’s next?”

“Go on, Logan,” Anton gave his son a small push. Logan seemed a little reluctant, but stepped forward, taking a quill. He didn’t sign immediately, adjusting his glasses and squinting, trying to read the contract as best as he could. However, it didn’t seem to take long for him to sigh, realising there was no way he’d be able to read the whole thing with such a small font. He leant down, writing his name on the second dotted line.

As he did so, Patton eagerly decided to step forward, humming happily to himself as he took the other quill, signing his name on the third dotted line. Logan dropped his quill back in the inkpot, while Patton handed his directly to Thomas. “Here you go!”

“Thanks.” Thomas smiled thankfully, before stepping forward with Virgil, who huffed as he took the other quill from the pot. Both of them leaned down, Virgil signing his name on the fourth dotted line, and Thomas signing on the fifth.

“Great! Now that the boring shit is done, we can get on with the good stuff!” Remus jogged over to the door, not at all registering that he’d just worn in front of a bunch of kids. Patton let out a shocked gasp at the use of language, while Thomas just blinked. He’d never envisioned Remus as being the type of person to have a foul mouth. Remus looked back at the tour group, holding the door open, which led out into a small black and white corridor. “Well, come on, we haven’t got all day! Just go through the door at the end of the corridor.”

The group quickly went through the doorway past Remus, Roman once again shoving to the front as usual. However, when he reached the end, he found there was, in fact, no door. “Huh?”

The whole group entering the corridor meant it quickly became very cramped, all of them crowded together, trying to push through.

“Hey, watch it!”

“You’re stepping on my foot!”

“Open the door already!” Logan yelled, glaring at Roman.

“There isn’t one, Erlenmeyer Trash!” Roman yelled right back.

“There isn’t? I’m a hundred percent sure there is…” Remus hummed to himself, perfectly calm as he pushed past everyone up to Roman’s end of the corridor, and then back down. “Ah, here it is!”

“Duke, that’s the door we came in from!” Romulus protested.

Remus turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “You sure about that? I could have sworn…” He turned the handle, pushing open the door.

Revealing a brand new corridor, with pink walls and a white carpet, leading down to a door far at the other end. The tour group froze, just staring in awe.

“How on earth…” Logan mumbled, blinking.

“Come on, we’re almost at our first tour stop!” Remus called, stepping into the next corridor, starting to wander down. As he did so, he seemed to… grow?

No, rather the corridor was getting smaller, Remus having to crouch as he reached the end.

“What is this, Duke? Some sort of fun house?” Romulus asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Why, having fun?”

Romulus huffed. “I’m sick of this, Roman, we’re getting out of here…”

“Hey, remember, I said once you come in, there’s no going back. You have to keep going forward to get out.”

The tour group finally headed down the corridor, ducking and crouching as it gradually shrunk around them. Once they’d all reached the end, Remus patted the very small door behind him.

“This is the single most important room in the whole factory. It’s the heart of the operation. I’ve never shown anyone else this room before. You’ll be the first to see it.”

Patton bounced excitedly, while his mother frowned. “I’m not sure we’ll be able to fit through there…”

“Oh, don’t worry, madam, you will,” Remus reassured, flicking a panel of the door down and revealing a small keyboard. He played a small tune - one Thomas recognised as being in many Duke chocolate TV commercials - and there was a click as the door unlocked. “Try not to get overexcited, okay? As much as I love chaos, we don’t want any accidents.” He pushed open the door.

The door that was suddenly large enough for the whole group to walk through at once. They followed Remus, stepping over the threshold, only to almost immediately freeze at the sight before them.

[rabbit-asides]

Bitter Sweet Hot Chocolate

A night out vampire hunting with zir hunting partner goes terribly wrong and Remy is left alone, scared and lost in the back streets of Shades City. It's not long that a powerful vampire, the coven sire Prosperity, finds him in thons territory. For better or worse, thon takes a liking to zem rather quickly.

A spin-off oneshot/prequel for my in progress fic Choking on Candy Hearts and takes place about ten years prior to the main timeline. Can be read stand-alone!

(More specific content warnings in the notes)

[steelycunt]

same anon as before omg i hope i’m not talking too much on here but you are so refreshing genuinely, i love hearing you discuss the unproblematic media trend because i feel like it changes the perception of so many well known books (which you mentioned with wuthering heights) as well as books that have been published recently can feel so dry because there’s so much pressure to make characters without a single flaw 😭 of course there’s more nuance to delve into on this but i don’t want to bombard you with a huge message hahah

noo absolutely i love talking about it!! and i love getting post!! i see it in fanfiction a lot where people take characters who are meant to be flawed or bad and completely sanitize them so that they're allowed to be edgy but never actually downright mean or wrong or problematic in a larger way for fear of getting flack about the likeability of their characters or that characters people enjoyed when they were like canonical murderers or something are now irredeemable because they were toxic in a romantic relationship. which i think is a bit of a cycle of that fear driving sanitisation of characters and then a landscape of characters who never do anything wrong and speak purely in therapy-speak lowering people's tolerance of characters who actually do bad things. and its definitely bled into current litfic where however bad a character might be in their relationships its necessary that everyone retains completely modern progressive sensibilities because. idk if its that a lot of litfic authors arent really capable of tackling or depicting characters more difficult or nuanced than that? and then these expectations get thrust upon much older literature like wuthering heights where suddenly you cant call it a romance because they dont behave like cartoon canva cover characters from an emily henry novel. its just so lame!!!!!!

[anxiety0-0]

Azutara fanfictions recommendations?

BOY OH BOY

Im just gonna dump all of them since there’s no other qualifications.

POLITICAL MARRIAGE AU POLITICAL MARRIAGE AU POLITICAL MARRI-

Unfinished, 3K words, 1 chapter

Katara has a crush on Azula and has no idea what to do about it. Azula is squinting suspiciously at her and uses her detective skills to conclude that Katara hates her.

Finished, 8K words, 2 chapters

Jsjckdks soas shahid THE FEELINGS IN THIS??? THE SOFTNESS??? Immaculate, fine dining at a 5 star restaurant with in house entertainment of Azula redemption and fumbling her feelings like an idiot.

Unfinished, 115K words, 8 chapters

Modern Au! Everyone is a crime lord Au! Azula is violently traumatized and is attracting all the girls to her yard! Multiple ships with Azula, not entirely just Azutara.

Unfinished, 46K words, 16 chapters

Post war! Azula is still in Earth Kingdom! Azula gets to beat people up illegally and Katara is kinda into that.

Finished, 69K words, 20 chapters

Post breakup! But they’re still infatuated with each other! It’s still not healthy tho. They need super therapy btw.

Unfinished, 12K words, 9 chapters

During canon! Azula was secretly a traitor to the fire nation! And started dating Katara before the fic. Everyone is surprised and suspicious. But hey, Azula gets to meet the family?

Unfinished, 15K words, 9 chapters

Post war! Still in ba sing se! Working for the earth kingdom! Azula does drugs but Katara basically replaces them. Azula gets to meet Ursa and her side of the family, it goes as well as you expect it to.

Finished, 95K words, 12 chapters

NOT JUST AZUTARA! Pretty sure this is crack considering Ozai is Gordon Ramsey. Azula is his assistant and they’re reviewing Sokka and Katara’s restaurant. Also NOOO THE SEAL

Unfinished, 252K words, 32 chapters

Azula and Katara are childhood penpals! Azula joins the GAang! Overthrowing your tyrannical father as a bonding activity!!

Finished, 124K words, 43 chapters

THERES MORE BUT TUMBLR IS CURRENTLY SCREAMING AND CRYING SO ILL JUST REBLOG AND ADD IT.

[margoteve]

I'm curious, what inspired you to start writing in the first place? Was it something that you just always enjoyed or was it something you discovered you liked doing at some point in your life? 💜💜

Ty for asking;) this is probably a bit lengthy answer.

Well, I always enjoyed stories. I have dyslexia so when I got older and my mom stopped reading to me it got hard to focus on text and it was much easier to watch cartoons. I eventually got to go to therapy for reading and writing. Mom really had to fight for that to happen lol.

Then Harry Potter arrived to Poland (it was around the time of the 4th part). I got all 4 published parts for Christmas and I basically blasted through all 4 in a week. I am not sure but I may have been in grade 3 or 4 by that time???

I basically discovered that books have some magical stuff in them and I was voracious reader. (Lol neurospicy kids unite).

I still enjoyed cartoons and in particularly Biker Mice from Mars. One day watching an episode and a realisation struck me. I could write a book. I could put my silly ideas I had about characters on page. I didn't know back then what fanfiction was at the time lol. But my Polish language/homeroom teacher was encouraging and I realized I was actually good at it and once I started writing and I never stopped.

And then eventually also slowly switched to writing in English as I realized I could reach more people that way which also helped me learn the language. Then landing in with Megamind fandom really got me going;)

But I don't think I would be here where I am if I didn't get that therapy for dyslexia in the first place.

@tinkabelle19 @thelaundrybitch @raphsmuneca @m1dnyt3-w0lf @madammuffins @thoughtfulraven @cornistasiathecoblinking @followmetoyourdoom <3

[44-mr-midnight-44]

Tell me how cool I am https://decomytree.com/home?hashedId=FblTFllLhH-E

Welcome to the Pinned Post

Things that will be in said pinned post you are reading now:

♡ Disclaimers/Important info (before the cut, please read immediately)

♡ About me (can't guarantee its length, I love talking about myself)

♡ DNI (well, more just "if you qualify for this I will block you")

♡ Boundaries (not including triggers, I'm too smart for that B))

♡ Other socials/blogs (can't guarantee I'm too active on all of them!)

♡ Tags (what I tag and how to follow it)

♡ Userboxes ('cos what good pinned post doesn't have 'em?)

DISCLAIMERS!!!

(Warning, I'm going to be uncharacteristically mean for some of these. I'm not usually this hostile! This is about as mean as I get, I'm just a little too passionate about some of these.)

-I do not respond to any asks asking me for anything and/or asking me to spread anything.

-I am insanely uncomfortable with Mias World. Please don't ask me why, all you need to know is that I had a horrible experience with the fandom and several bad people in my life exploited my bad experience with the fandom to hurt me. If you were previously a fan of it but don't consider yourself a big fan/in the fandom anymore, you may interact with thin ice. If your blog is themed around it/you're currently big into it, DNI.

-Please don't come here for fresh "cringe" or if you want amusement from my account. We don't have to fight. We could probably be friends! I consider myself someone who can be reasonable, I don't mind people who I don't agree with. I'm friends with many who I would put a strong block on if I could. I like to talk and engage with ideas. We don't have to fight. Maybe you just need the change in perspective I had.

-With that said, if you ship characters with an abusive dynamic (not enemies-to-lovers, realistically-depicted abuse) get out right now. The horrific things I went through at the hands of way too many people is not your cute little uwu yaoi dynamic.

-If your name is Dakota and you like Rayman, Popee the Performer, Happy Tree Friends, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, are a MASSIVE pro-shipper, go to a therapy school that an ex-friend helped you get into that you cut off contact with for confronting you about you hurting them, then I absolutely, irreversibly, incomprehensibly HATE you and I want absolutely nothing to do with you ever again. You ruined everything yourself, you're not some sad fanfiction protagonist that everyone hurts. And for the record, you can't use incest to "cope" when you don't have siblings you complete moron. I hate you for so many reasons I couldn't fit them in ten Google docs.

*ahem*

Alrighty, back to our regularly scheduled programming. Learn about me under the cut!

About Me

Howdy! My names AXYER. At least, that's what I prefer being called by strangers, that most likely include you!

I also go by the names Mr. Heart and Mr. Axon, but those are more friendly names. (Mr.) Heart's kinda my internet name, as well as a name that just generally makes me happy, whilst (Mr.) Axon's reserved for close friends! If you'd like to be formal, call me Mr. Midnight.

I am someone who is best described as a cartoon villain that must be someone's OC with how chaotic and unfun life is for me often. Really, I go through a hailstorm everyday! I like to think it builds character though. My life being so cartoonishly bad probably means I'm one of God's favourites, eh?

I tend to overshare quite a bit, so do bear with me! If I mistakenly say something too serious in casual conversation, assume I'm still being casual and don't be afraid to joke around and be silly with my "serious" discussion. I really mean that! Humour makes me happy, especially silly playful bullying, and if I actually needed to vent I would tell you beforehand.

I am also of the firm belief that kindness is best intended with no intent at all. I want to be a good person! I don't care for the reward of it, I just like being a good person and I just like making people happy. Nothing pleases me more than seeing other people smile because of what I did. I always try my best to engage with every infodump, and give as much feedback, comments, silly jokes and compliments I can! It really does suck when someone's clearly not interested in what you're saying, and I aspire to be a fun person to talk to!

Personal Information

Gender: Pangender (masculine-leaning, feminine-presenting)

Sexuality: Greyromantic-Panromantic Asexual (low libido, sex-indifferent in discussion sex-repulsed in activity)

Birthday: February 3rd

Religion: Buddhist, with a slight divergence in traditional Buddhist beliefs, as well as some vague Autotheistic and Pagan beliefs

Patron: It's very embarrassing so you'll have to wrestle it out of me

Height: 161 CM / 5'3"

Residence: Long Island, New York

Disorders: Cool Person Syndrome, comorbid with None of Your Business Disorder

Things I Like (structured most to least):

Hobbies: Maladaptive daydreaming, socialising, walking, writing (namely fanfiction but I love all forms of writing), coding HTML, moodboards, drawing, sleeping, comforting others, housework

Interests: Writing (characters, worldbuilding, story analysis, lyricism), psychology (most namely trauma responses), crossover AUs, butlery, ecology (namely biomes), Iceland, zoology, sociology, aesthetics, astronomy, trains

Fandoms (Primary): Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium (primary hyperfixation), Whump, Smiling Critters, Rain World, Animator Vs. Animation, My Little Pony, FNaF, Undertale + Underverse/Undertale AUs, SCP

Fandoms (Secondary): Subnautica, Earthbound/Mother, My Little Pony: The Mentally Advanced Series/Rainbow Dash Presents, Dungeons & Dragons, Bo Burnham, Ultimate Chicken Horse, Rick and Morty, Hollow Knight, Gravity Falls, ENA, Pokémon, Bendy and the Ink Machine, Cuphead, Centaurworld, Five Nights at Candy's, Happy Tree Friends, Don't Starve, Hateful Wonderland, World of None, Warriors, OK K.O!, BoJack Horseman, Tuca & Bertie, Tally Hall/Hawaii pt II, Steven Universe, Skylanders, Octonauts, Digimon, Phighting!

Interests (favourites):

Food: Lava cake with vanilla ice cream

Drink: Brownie milkshake

Colour: Has to be a colour combo for me, otherwise it's just bland. For combo, it would have to be light purple and black.

Animal: Chickens and sheep

Season: Winter

Month: December

TV Show: Centaurworld

Video Game: Ultimate Chicken Horse

Movie: Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

Person: @nkgrimmie

Weather: Blizzarding

Clothes: Long-sleeve pyjamas, either two-pieces or nightgowns

Character: The Heart - Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium

Song: It fluctuates a lot, but the one I always say is Good Day - Chonny Jash

Genre: A three-way tie between Supernatural Slice-of-Life, Psychological Drama, and modern Urban Fantasy

UN-Interests (least favourites):

Food: Guacamole

Drink: Tomato juice

Colour: Hot pink

Animal: Muskdeer

Season: Summer

Month: July

TV Show: Any anime

Video Game: Danganronpa

Movie: Spiderman: No Way Home

Person: @nkgrimmie

Weather: Heatwave

Clothes: Shorts

Character: I honestly can't think of one, most of the weird least favourites thus far have actual really specific reasons but I can't differentiate petty dislikes and genuine dislikes well enough 😭😭😭😭

Song: I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski

Genre: Most Horror and Action

Kintypes

High:

The Heart - Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium

The Robber - Ain't no Rest for the Wicked - Chonny Jash

Villain - Archetype

Medium:

Grimmchild - Hollow Knight

Glorified Stick Figure - Fictotherian

Id Forest Volunteer - Archetype

Low:

Simon - Hawaii Pt ii

Blitzen - Santa's Reindeer

Copinglinks:

SCP-682 - SCP

The Mangle - FNaF

Synpaths: (oh boy)

Ffionn M. Fox - Still Here - Hateful Wonderland

Touille - Nightmare Critters - Poppy Playtime

Beelzebub - Helluva Boss

The Vinki - Rain World

victim - Animator Vs. Animation - Fanon

Mackenzie - Bluey

Horse - Centaurworld

Fink - OK K.O!

Batty - Ferngully and the Last Rainforest

Kitty SoftPaws - Puss in Boots

Pink Pearl - Steven Universe

Tom - Eddsworld

Skateboard - Phighting

(Character) Fundy - Dream SMP

(NOTE: I NO-LONGER SUPPORT THE DREAM SMP. I HAVE EXTREMELY FOND MEMORIES OF THE TIME IT WAS BIG AND I'M DESPERATE TO CLING ONTO THOSE GOOD MEMORIES DUE TO SEVERE TRAUMA POLLUTING MOST OF MY LIFE. I ENJOY IT SOLELY FOR THAT PURPOSE.)

Mad Mew Mew - Undertale

DNI

As previously mentioned, this is more of a "if you're blocked this is probably why". Sometimes I block just if you make me uncomfy though, no hard feelings!!!

-If I believe you are racist, transphobic, sexist, albeist, sanist, LGBTQ+phobic, religiophobic, or generally bigoted

-Zionist

-TERF

-Pro-shipper/Com-shipper/Dark-shipper/whatever they wanna be called

-Romanticise/fetishise/appropriate mental illness and/or certain forms of trauma

-Jash-shipper (don't you think it's kinda extremely weird to ship someone's ventsonas together?)

-Artimonk, Gourmonk, Survmonk, Moonstone, or slugcat x iterator shippers

-Shippers of the sad tie stick figure and the black winged red tendril stick figure. It is incredibly obvious if you know what I'm talking about. You are an absolutely disgusting person and I want nothing to do with you.

-"Syscourse"-debaters

-Political blogs

-People who love to argue/"take no BS"/"cluck around and find out"/"I don't care about you or your feelings <3" people

-People who frequently make arson jokes (for an incredibly personal reason, but it doesn't help that unoriginal + constantly repeated jokes bother me a lot to begin with)

-Cringe culture enthusiasts

-People who police around what counts as trauma/what counts as triggers

-If dark humour/more "vicious" playful bullying bothers you (just for your own comfort)

-People who unironically call people "snowflakes" or "sensitive" (the secondhand embarrassment would make most prefer to go to a TED Talk hosted by an eldritch horror)

-If your CCCC AU is centred around DID/OSDD (see: Boundaries)

Boundaries

-Please, PLEASE do not talk to me about DID/OSDD-1. PLEASE. There is NO winning on that debate on Tumblr, let alone social media in-general. You could round up a thousand people on Tumblr and ask them the same ten questions about the disorder and absolutely none of them would be the same. People with DID/OSDD-1 can interact obviously (I'm not sanist) but don't rope me into any discussion on it, it's a gamble I'm not willing to take. Full disclosure, yes, I think it's a read disorder, and yes, r/fakedisordercringe and r/systemscringe are full of hypocritical cucks. I have nothing against DID/OSDD the disorder itself just the insane amount of disagreements and arguments about it that I just do not wish to get roped into.

-Similarly, but not for the reason you expect, don't compare Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium to DID/OSDD around me. Some… let's just say not very lovely people from my past were fond of that headcanon and posted about it a lot, and as a result it reminds me of said unsavoury people. I don't personally care about whatever and whoever you headcanon with whatever brain not-so-goodies, but that headcanon in-particular makes me extremely uncomfortable because of said un-lovely folks.

-I will ALWAYS be polite to people I am directly interacting with (maybe I'll reblog something with a not-so-nice tag but it won't be targeted at anyone specific) and I absolutely hate arguing with people. Even if you really, really don't like somebody, do not expect me to be upfront mean to them even if we are already close. It takes a lot to get me to be cross for more than a few days, so generally this won't happen with friends either. Please do not rope me into any drama you may be in.

-Please, PLEASE for the love of all things holy ask before venting to me. I am NOT always in a good headspace and often times I get extremely uncomfortable if I'm not prepared. I love consoling people, don't get me wrong, but I have to be in a good headspace first. If you vent to me without asking, you will probably only feel worse because I will probably upfront tell you not to do that instead of comforting you.

-Do not vaguepost about me. I will block you. If you have a problem with me, DM me and we will figure it out. That is incredibly disrespectful and I'm not going to do nothing and watch your followers bash me. Be respectful, for the love of all things holy.

-Please don't make comments about how "incomprehensible" my artstyle is. I know that. People tell me it enough. I'm trying to fix it.

-Don't call me a hypocrite.

Other Socials/Blogs

Socials

Bluesky - @heartchonnyjash

TikTok (Main) - @theheartfromchonnyjash / TikTok (Kin) - @burnofemotion

AO3 - @AXYER

PillowFort - @TheHeartAcoustic

Blogs

Fictionkin Blog - @thehearteccentric

Hero-Villain/Whump Blog - @elsewherereflective (trying to fix the link, bare with me)

Tags

Userboxes

[transfemlogan]

My fanfiction of the worst timeline.

The first part of the SaSi finale has finally released, you readily click the link feeling a broad range of emotions, you skip the pre roll ad and Thomas’ face appears.

“Hey guys, gals, and non-binary pals! I know you guys are all so excited for the season finale of Sanders Sides even if Some People have been less than patient with me about it, and I am so excited to deliver the first part to you! Before we start though I do have some news about the future of this series...I am so excited to announce Sanders Streaming Service! My brand new streaming service where you will find the rest of the finale, all future Sanders Sides episodes and bloopers, but don’t worry! YouTube will still be getting quality content such as the incorrect quotes videos as well as my more laid back less scripted content and original songs. The streaming service will also home projects like Cartoon Therapy and Roleslaying with Roman, really it’s going to be a home for high quality, high production, high passion projects to make them more accessible for me to create for you! I can’t wait to take this journey with you, thank you so much for allowing me to do this. Enjoy!” And the SaSi intro plays. You are perhaps to shocked to even process the opening moments of this long awaited video.

Later on Twitter someone ats him and asks if the patreon exclusive livestreams will be moving to this service, Thomas responds

“Livestreams will be remaining as a patreon exclusive perk!”

Many are asking if the future parts of any of his series will ever reach YouTube

“There are currently no specific plans but we’re all just feeling this out as it goes!”

He receives backlash for this decision, but it is drowned out by Thomas’ hurt feelings and mindless support, at most he may move the livestream vods onto the streaming service, these vods will end up being the bulk of the service’s content as production speed does not pick up.

The End. (this is the most I’ve written in like a month why am I like this)

STOP IT BCUZ HES GONNA DO IT IF HE SEES THIS. YOURE JINXING US RIGHT NOW

[dream-about-dancing]

I found out how many movies and shows are inspiried by Harry Styles and now I have the huge desire to say to him "It is okay to seek help. Therapy is often a struggle but it helps."

How fucked up it is to see a cartoon self have sex with your bandmate on television or to see an alternative of yourself fall in love with a woman and most often you are an abusive piece of shit.

I know Louis said online he wasn't happy about it but I'm so surprised that lawyers didn't already start to fight against fanfiction. I wouldn't have been surprised if we would have been back in the era of Anne Rice. It must be so horrible for Harry Styles and Co.

I seriously miss the 4th wall.

It is a similar shit as what happened with the Deku voice actor. Some shit should stay in fandom.

[revolvingfanatic]

Hey Fanatic!👋

Its been a while(In case you forgot, im the guy who asked about the PIB x Toy Story crossover from last year😅). Howve you been?Are you doing better after the car accident from last year?🤔

Heyo!

It has been (thanks for the reminder; I’m not the best with names in general, and usernames can further complicate things sometimes, lol 😅)! Things have been going smoothly with my recovery and I actually just “graduated” from physical therapy today 🥳 Thanks for asking ✨ As for what I’ve been up to for the past couple/few months, one of my friends mentioned this thing called the “Nickelodeon Writing Program” to me in October, and long story short I spent nearly every waking hour learning how to write a screenplay and then writing 2 of them! 😵‍💫

One is a Rick and Morty script spec, the other is a half-hour original comedy pilot script (which was extra hard since that was actually the first original thing I’ve ever written [only fanfiction up to this point otherwise, lol]). I finished and submitted them on New Year’s Eve, and they should be announcing who made it to the next round in March~

I’m really excited to see how it goes, as I would absolutely love to be a cartoon/tv writer 🥹

And now that I have that off my plate for the moment, I have more free time to get some more fanfic writing in! 😈

Hope you’re doing well yourself, and feel free to send any asks you want my way! 🌈 ✨

[autisticsidesweek]

[Image description: The words "Autistic Sides Week 2023" in black text on a white oval, which is against a red background with multicoloured spots. / End image description.]

Ok, let's lay out the rules for this event.

1. Any art form is allowed - fanfiction, fanart, edits, anything you want!

2. You can participate in as many days as you want, don't feel obligated to make content for the whole week if you don't want to!

3. The prompts are for guidance but you don't have to stick to them exactly! Feel free to combine them or ignore them completely.

4. Although this event is focused on autistic headcanons, feel free to include characters who are otherwise neurodivergent or disabled. In fact, I encourage it!

5. You don't have to be autistic to participate! This event is open to everyone.

6. You can include characters from Sanders Sides, or any media relating to it (e.g. Roleslaying With Roman and Cartoon Therapy) because we're all part of the same fandom. Crossovers with other fandoms are fine too!

7. This is a safe for work event, so please no NSFW content.

8. Please be respectful to each other and autistic people! If a work is blatantly ableist I will not reblog it.

[logically-asexual]

so i don’t know what to say to this one. mostly i don’t know how to feel.

this is getting long so i’m putting it under read more

first of all. of course there’s going to be perks that people want out of the patreon, otherwise why would they pay. the top tear costs 2,690 mexican pesos a month which is more than what i earned by working 10 hours this week, that’s gotta be worth something.

most of the discourse around the patreon is contradicting because sometimes people complain about there being nothing, only livestreams and merch discounts, and how that’s not fair to the people paying; and then sometimes people complain that there’s too much stuff, like the writers room and exclusive videos, and how that’s not fair to the people not paying. i don’t know what opinion to have here, mostly because i don’t have a patreon so i don’t feel like i have a right nor enough info to complain either way.

what you say confuses me because according to the descriptions of the tiers on the website the tier that gets bonus videos is the patton one, which isn’t that expensive and is the most popular one. and the top tier only gets the annual video call, surprise gifts and a poster as things that others don’t. so please forgive me but.. i don’t know if you’re telling the truth? and this is absolutely not meant as a bait for you to prove what you’re saying by telling me details you’re not supposed to. i don’t want that and don’t care about it. i just. i don’t know how to feel about all this.

i think that if thomas has this content that he wasn’t going to post anyway (i heard about a Sanders Sides episode that was sponsored but something didn’t work out with the sponsor so they couldn’t post it on youtube, and there’s also the extended versions of stuff) like then i don’t really mind that the patrons get to see it. i wasn’t going to see it anyway so who cares.

what does concern me is whether the production of patreon exclusive content is getting in the way of sharing content with the rest of us. because. if you have time to make something, and you can either do something for the public or for the patrons, then the ones paying you will always have the priority. so if the team is dedicating a lot of time to patreon, and that’s the/ part of the reason cartoon therapy is gone and the wait for sanders sides gets longer and longer every time then. im annoyed and upset. and wish they could do better.

also moving on you talk about the annual call and i am just so conflicted about that too. so much of the fandom has this parasocial i guess relationship with thomas because he’s just so nice and friendly and refers to everyone by name and replies to most things he’s tagged on etc. and that’s nice i love that and it’s made me feel very happy when he sees my silly fanart. parasocial relationships are probably not 100% bad and there’s good that can come from them, but there’s also negatives. and this thing you said about it feeling like you’re friends with him but that that could die as soon as you stop paying is really weird and i don’t know what to think about that. i personally wouldn’t sign up for that even if i had the money, my mind isn’t stable enough to process that kind of thing.

if what you say is true i definitely hate that you guys know all this information about Sanders Sides that we don’t because. i’m very upset that he’s sharing that lore and info by just like. talking about it to the paying fans. instead of actually making the damn episodes. sounds like rowling saying dumbledore is gay with zero intention of addressing it in the text, just to get attention. why don’t you behave like the professional writer that you are and go write an actual story where you address the things you’re talking about? instead you’re behaving like me, a random tumblr user with a hobby, who gives up on writing in a fanfiction due to laziness and inexperience and just posts the bullet points on tumblr to get validation.

anyway im sorry. in conclusion.

i think it’s fair that the patrons get good rewards for what you pay. i just do in fact find the specific rewards they offer questionable. not because it’s fair or not. but because of what it means for the actual videos that will be produced. the writers room and video calls will affect the series no matter how much they insist they won’t. and revealing those secrets shows that the production of the episodes isn’t going well or that it’s going the ‘tell’ route instead of ‘show’. which sucks.

[postmoderntongues]

I'm dealing with a lot of mental illness right now and usually I cope through shota rape fanfiction but I hated not being able to talk about it. I found some people and now I draw all the shota art I want. Its so liberating for me and a good way to release stress and vent. I literally don't care if I get canceled or something. I love shotas so much and want to see them get gored and raped. But only in anime and cartoons. It's literally a cartoon. It's a drawing.

I mean that might not be the healthiest coping mechanism but I guess it is better than cutting or drinking and as long as it remains ink on a page it isn't hurting anybody, but I would consider looking into therapy because it is not healthy to indulge such things with no limits

[differentheartfire]

Hello first post!

I have always been tuned to the social dynamics of cartoon movies as an interest. I was given therapy a lot through my younger years of childhood and understood that the creators of the movies had made a specialized Utopia to share. Kinda similar to Sing 1, 2, and (I have heard rumors of) 3 the Zootopia movie.

So I have always been wanting Johnny to fall in love with Klaus and I plan on making a fanfiction plot rewrite of Sing 3 that revolves around Johnny's and everyone else's journeys.

[oliviaischillin1204]

This Fanfiction Of Sanders Sides Is Called "Bluey" Part 1: Roman

[olivia's note: hi everyone! this is part 1 of a fic submitted by the incredible, incomparable anne onymous! i absolutely adore bluey and this fic is so freaking cute i can't stand it. thank you so much! <;3]

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Despite being a fatherly figure, part of Patton would always be a child at heart. That's probably how he found himself watching "Bluey". Sure, it was for kids but lots of older people love it too, including Thomas. He was watching the show in the living room when Emile walked in. "Good morning, Patty-cakes. Whatcha watching?" he asked. "Morning Emmy, I'm just watching this new show. Well, not exactly new, it's been out for quite a while, but you should watch it with me. It's so cute!" Patton explained. Emile sat next to him on the couch and immediately recognised the Heelers. "Oh, you're watching "Bluey", I love this show! How far have you gotten?" Emile inquired. "Actually, I finished it. Just having a little season one rewatch. Want me to go back to episode one?" Patton asked. "Sure, if it's no trouble." Emile said. Patton paused the episode he was on and went back to the episode guide to select "Magic Xylophone", the first episode.

"Oh yeah, I forgot this was on Disney+. I guess I got too used to watching those free episodes on TikTok." Emile said. "Normally I wouldn't encourage piracy, but it does make it a lot fairer for those who can't afford it or or just don't have access to every episode." Patton confessed. "Yeah, that's how I see it too. You know, if we're gonna have a Bluey marathon, might as well do it properly." Emile said, snapping his fingers. In an instant, he was wearing a Bingo onesie and holding a Bluey plushie, and Patton wore a Bluey onesie and had a Bingo plushie. Patton gasped in delight and squealed. "I love this! You can summon things too?!" Patton exclaimed, squeezing the toy. "Uh-huh. It's just not really needed in Cartoon Therapy. And when I do use it, it's almost unnoticeable." Emile explained, hitting play. After dancing along to the intro, Emile noticed Patton seemed to be fidgeting and blushing. "You ok?" Emile asked. "Yeah, it's just this scene." Patton admitted. Emile looked back at the TV and saw Bandit playing Bluey like a piano. 

"Roman did the same thing to me a few days ago. When I asked him what was that for, he said..." Patton started before clearing his throat and removing his glasses. "Really, Padre? I thought you of all Sides would know half as much about Bluey as I do." Patton continued in Roman's voice. "Oh my god, you sounded just like him!" Emile giggled. "Thanks. Anyway, that's how I started watching Bluey. After the first episode, I was hooked." Patton said, putting his glasses back on. "So you weren't looking for ways to get him back?" Emile inquired. "No, but I guess I could still do that since there's quite a few tickling scenes in this show. After all, no one gets away with tickling the tickle monster in this household." Patton replied. "That's it! We'll watch every episode we can think of that has anything to do with tickling and then that could get you some ideas!" Emile suggested. "Great idea, Emile!" Patton agreed. As soon as "Magic Xylophone" ended, so began the search for inspiration. They watched "Daddy Robot", "Hotel", "Butterflies", "Mount Mumandad", "Ticklecrabs" and even "Perfect". By the time they were finished, Patton had a few ideas in mind but wasn't sure which one to use for Roman. 

"Sure, Ticklecrabs is pretty teasy and that really gets to him, but surprise tickles work really well too and I could definitely surprise him by being a crazy pillow or crazy blanket. But "Poor Little Bug On The Wall" gave me a really good idea for a tickle game. Oh, why is this so hard?" Patton complained, burying his face in his Bingo plushie. Emile frowned. He hated seeing Patton like this and anyone could tell you that decision making can be a nightmare if there's too many options. Surely he can help somehow. Then it struck him. "Why not try all the techniques on me first? Then you can decide based on which ones felt the most fitting." Emile suggested. Patton looked at Emile and smiled. "Ok. If you're sure." he agreed, cracking his knuckles. Emile giggled nervously as he laid across Patton's lap. After almost 20 minutes of testing different methods, Emile's glasses were fogged up and he was a sweaty, giggly, panting mess. "Thanks for the help, Dr Giggles." Patton said, sneaking a few quick pokes to Emile's tummy before leaving. Emile yawned and went to his room for a well-deserved nap.

Patton knocked on Roman's door, ready to put his plan into action. "Come iiiiin!" Roman sang from inside. Patton let himself in, trying to suppress a smirk. "Hi Roman!" Patton greeted. "Hey Patt–aww, cute onesie. Bluey, huh? Thought for sure you'd go for Bandit since, well, you know." Roman remarked. "Well, we are both dads." Patton agreed. In an instant, he changed his onesie from Bluey to Bandit. As Roman looked down at himself, he realised Patton gave him the Bluey onesie. "Ooh. Thanks." Roman said. "You're welcome, kiddo. I thought Bluey suited you. Although there is one character I think suits you better." Patton replied, summoning a new onesie. Roman looked at his onesie and realised it changed from Bluey to Muffin. "Hey!" Roman protested, glaring at Patton who was already hunched over, laughing. "Sorry, Roman! I couldn't resist!" Patton chuckled, changing the onesie back to Bluey as Roman pouted and mumbled grumpily. "Awww, don't be grouchy. I think I know what'll turn that frown upside down, Mr Grumpy." Patton said, taking his phone out and selecting a Bluey episode: Daddy Robot. Roman smiled and the two sat together on his bed as they watched. 

After a few minutes, the scene where Bandit treats Bluey like a banjo was about to play and Patton was ready to strike. Without warning, he grabbed Roman by the wrists and started "strumming" across his belly. "Gah! Patton, what are you do–Ah! Hahahahaha! Pahahattohohon! Whyhyhyhy?!" Roman chuckled. "My oh my, this is one chatty banjo." Patton teased. Roman was internally facepalming right now. How did he forget Patton is the biggest tickle monster in the Mind Palace? He couldn't help himself when he did what he did last week. When he saw Patton napping in his room with his shirt ridden up, his exposed tummy was practically begging for tickles! And all the different laughs he makes when he's tickled are so cute, from his giggles and snorts, to his baby-like cackles. Curse his adorably misleading ticklishness! "Wait a minute, this isn't a banjo. Silly me. It's a piano!" Patton exclaimed as he released Roman's wrists, singing a tune as he started "playing" him across his ribs and tummy. Roman kicked frantically, curled into himself and even attempted to crawl away, but Patton wasn't letting him go. 

"Ladies, gentlemen and esteemed guests, my sincerest apologies. I seem to be having a bit of a struggle with this piano." Patton joked as he dragged Roman back to his lap. Roman tried to groan but was too busy laughing. He should've known that line would come back to haunt him. "Pahahahat, plehehease! I'm sohohohorry! Hahahahaha!" Roman cackled. "What's the magic word?" Patton asked. "Stohohohop!" Roman squealed. "Actually the magic word was "xylophone", but I'll accept "stop" since this is only fun for me when it's fun for you and you're getting tired." Patton said, stopping immediately. As Roman caught his breath, Patton summoned a glass of water and gave it to him. "Thanks." Roman sighed, gulping it down. "So, what have we learned today?" Patton asked. "Always expect revenge when you tickle the tickle monster?" Roman guessed. "That's there's only one tickle monster and it's not you, mister." Patton said, booping Roman's nose on the last word. "Can't you be THE tickle monster and I can be A tickle monster? Roman reasoned. "Are we gonna have to perform an encore?" Patton asked, wiggling his fingers threateningly. "Nope! Lesson learned." Roman assured, covering his stomach protectively. Patton giggled and got up to leave. 

"At least you're not worse than Remus." Roman muttered. "Huh? What does Remus have to do with anything?" Patton asked. Roman froze. "I don't know, what does Remus have to do with this?" he stammered hesitantly. "You just said I wasn't worse than him. What did you mean by that?" Patton inquired. "I didn't say that." Roman denied. "Roman, don't lie to me." Patton said sternly. Roman sighed. "Fine. Sometimes he randomly pops in here out of the blue and tickles me until I nearly pass out or wet myself. He doesn't care if I keep saying "stop" and I usually have to physically pry him off, if I even have the strength to." Roman explained. "That's horrible! Tickling is supposed to be fun, it's practically a game we're born with in our systems. I know Remus goes overboard with a lot of things, but this is where I draw the line. That kiddo needs a punishment and I'm just the dad for the job. Where is he?" Patton ranted. "How should I know? I'm not a dark Side. Ask Virgil, he used to be one." Roman suggested. "Good thinking, I'll go find him. If Remus comes in here while I'm gone, scream for me." Patton said, leaving the room. "Oh, I'll be screaming alright." Roman grumbled.

To be continued...

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