#creativitwins at their finest

[loganslowdown4]

Remus: Roman is hiding from me but I know him too well. I can find him.

Janus: Oh yeah, how?

Remus: Watch. Ahem.

Remus: *singing* SWEET CAROLINE

Roman: *runs into the room* BA BA BA!

Roman: Aw shit.

[loginceweek2024]

Awww so cute they included Remus in their little sparring match too! Roman's attitude was so funny to read too, 'too tired to tell and too bored to move' sounds like such a relatable mood honestly 😂

Thank you for sharing this sweet little story!! ❤️💙

Wanna Spar?

Logince week 2022 Day 7: Teaching/Learning

Ao3

Word count: 554

Relationship(s): Platonic Logince and Creativitwins

Warnings and tags: Eventual fighting, weapons mention and possibly getting hurt, and boredom

Summary: Roman and Remus are as bored as can be, but Remus gets an amazing idea that eventually Logan gets involved in.

Written by: @tastic-in-its-finest, for @loginceweek2022

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“Roman, I’m bored.” Remus was spiraled on one side of the couch and all he could hear was computer typing and the rumberness of a ball.

“I know me too.” Roman pouted in his sluggish position on the couch, he was viewing the ceiling as his brother was somewhere of reach. In Roman’s hand was a bright red ball that he would flig in the air and catch, but it got boring after doing it over and over again. It felt yucky and unpleasant to be bored, he wanted it to go away.

“Can we spar?” Roman suggested, Remus’ ears perked up and now he had his full attention.

“Spar?” Logan questioned from the dining table he was seated in, he was occupied by a computer, custom notebooks, and the dictionary. Roman was too tired to yell and too bored to move, if that even made any sense.

“Yea spar, fighting, dueling, bet it's in that fancy book of yours.” Logan opened his mouth but shyly closed it as he looked back at his computer. Roman catched the red ball as his hand squeezed it and threw it again. WIth his thoughts molding together, Roman had an idea that he was accustomed to.

“Hey Logan! Have you ever spared before?” Roman catched the ball then turned his body and propped himself on the couch so his overall face was facing Logan’s direction.

“Um no. I have not engaged in any physical activities that could lead me to be seriously injured or anything that includes weapons. Why?” Logan placed his pencil on the written page of the open notebook and leaned his body in interest.

“Perfect! We should spar!” Romans excitement was flooding him that it made him spring up even though he felt judgemental eyes.

“Weren’t we supposed to spar?” From the other end of the couch, Remus crossed his arms and legs and looked less pleased than happy. Remus was always grumpy when he was bored like a toddler, but really, Roman was the same way.

“Yeah but-- I spar with you all the time. You can always find something else to do!”

“Actually, I didn’t mean to intrude in your guys' business. You both can spar or duel and I will continue doing my work.” Logan rushed his sentence.

“No, Logan, you're going to spar. And Remus--”, Roman looked back to the two people that he accidentally put in this situation. Roman paused to think about what to do with Remus, Remus was just as bored as he was and he hated the feeling.

“We can.. Take turns! Have a championship of some sort.” Roman could tell that Remus liked the idea from his smile and the untangling of his own limbs.

“That’s not a bad idea. Although I must say, I don't exactly know the fundamental rules of sparing.” Roman sat normally but couldn’t process that Remus had gotten up faster than he had and was now hugging Logan from his neck.

“That's the point Logan! No rules unless you make them!” Remus picked Logan up from his seat without his consent, Logan's hand insinctly pushed him farther away once he had a grip about what was going on. Remus just did a small laugh and turned towards the prince who was still sitting normally on the couch.

“Ok, let's spar.”

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[iclaimedtobethebetterbard]

the sky’s open wide, i’m running with the wolves - chapter 1

Fandom: Sanders Sides Characters: All the sides, background Remy, background c!Thomas Rating: Teen & up (see Warnings) Relationships: Platonic/brotherly Virgil with Logan and the Creativitwins; platonic/parental Patton & Virgil; platonic/brotherly Logan and the Creativitwins with each other; platonic/parental Janus with Logan and the Creativitwins; background endgame Moceit.  Warnings: Probably some language; references to Christianity; non-graphic violence.  Word count: 1570 Notes: Wolfwalkers (2020) AU! You don’t need to have seen the movie to enjoy this, though. 

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Summary: When Patton is charged with hunting down the wolves in the woods, he believes he is protecting his young son Virgil. But Virgil is afraid to watch his father vanish into the woods, and sneaks after him. When Virgil runs into three wolf cubs who hold the secrets of the forest, he has to make a choice: obey the rules he’s known all his life? Or try to help the three shapeshifting boys find their missing father—even though Virgil's always been taught that the only safe wolf is a dead one? As Virgil explores the wonderful world his new friends show him, and uncovers the lies his town is built on, he may be too late to realize that his choices will cost him more than he ever bargained for.

Chapter 1

Remy would never have particularly considered himself a God-fearing man. Oh, he said his prayers and went to church, of course, but it was more a comfortable habit woven into the fabric of his life than something he devoted much thought to. Even at nineteen, he preferred to occupy his day-to-day thoughts with such matters as the tending of his sheep, the comfort of a nice dry pair of woolen socks, the avoidance of wolves, and, most of all, the brewing of a good cup of tea.

Remy was good at his job. He tended his sheep; he stayed well away from the woods. Everyone knew you didn’t mess with the woods. Stay away from their territory, and keep up the deal of old, and always be safe. He had never put much thought into this, either; it was much more important, in Remy’s eyes, to consider the fine taste that a brew steeped just right could carry.

He never expected his thoughtless respect for the woods to pay off.

The first time Remy saw a Wolfwalker, he was twenty-five years old and had started to wonder if he even believed they were real. But after that day, he never doubted again.

After all, how else could one explain the way the huge, snarling gray wolf, poised to deliver a killing bite to one of Remy’s finest sheep, had heard that commanding howl come from the woods, and put its tail between its legs and run back home in response?

Remy had watched the wolf run, standing frozen in fear and shock—and then he’d seen the Wolfwalker. A tall, tremendous wolf standing at the edge of the treeline, easily twice the size of the largest man, with dark gray fur and eyes gleaming yellow, a jagged scar running down one side of its face. Lean and powerful. Remy instinctively knew this was no ordinary wolf.

Remy had never considered himself a God-fearing man, but staring at the Wolfwalker and the way it commanded the pack of ordinary wolves surrounding it, he thought to himself that perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to pray a little harder.

“Thank you,” he croaked out when the Wolfwalker turned its eyes on him. “Thank you, m’lord—bless ye—I’ll never cross your territory, you may be sure of that—thank you for protecting my sheep—” He barely even knew what he was saying, babbling out his thoughts in more than a little healthy terror.

He wasn’t quite sure if the way the Wolfwalker bowed its head was a nod of acknowledgement, but the next moment, the Wolfwalker was leaping away, the pack of wolves trailing in its wake. And not a single sheep of Remy’s had been harmed.

Remy didn’t see the Wolfwalker often; over the next decade or so, he crossed paths with—him? Remy somehow got the feeling it was a him—perhaps half a dozen times. Every time he came away filled with awe and fear and a renewed sense that though the Wolfwalker was terrifying and fearsome, Remy would far rather live under his odd protection than whatever farce could be provided by all these guards the new Lord Protector kept bringing around.

Before he knew it, Remy was nearly thirty-seven and his appreciation of a good cup of tea had only strengthened over the years. He went to church and said his prayers with gusto, and every night he glanced out to the woods and gave a little nod of respect. For the Wolfwalker and, these last few years, the little cubs that followed in his wake.

As long as the people kept themselves to themselves and stayed out of the woods, Remy knew there was nothing to fear from the wolves.

***

“I don’t want you to go!” Logan clung to Janus’s wrist, digging his heels into the ground and trying to physically hold him back.

Janus lifted his powerful arm and picked the near-teen right up off the ground with almost no effort at all. “This is terribly grown-up of you,” he informed his eldest son dryly.

“There are too many humans,” Logan insisted, dangling from Janus’s arm, the little claws of his hands pricking at Janus’s skin. “You said only the forest was safe!”

Janus drew a long breath. “And that has been true for time immemorial. But things have changed. I like it no more than you do. But I need you to stay here and look after your brothers, you understand me, Logan? I will find us a new forest, a safer one, without any humans who want to cut and burn the trees or trap us with iron. And then I will come back and get you three, and we will go there.”

“But this forest is ours!” Logan protested. “No other forest will be ours like this one is.”

“Logan,” Janus said, and his voice bore an undercurrent of a warning snarl now, “I am doing what I must to protect my cubs.”

He didn’t know where to go, only that they couldn’t stay here. Not with the way the humans kept getting bolder and bolder and venturing deeper into the woods. Between Logan’s poor eyesight and the twins’ recklessness, and the way all three of them were only cubs and couldn’t defend themselves well yet, Janus was getting twitchier and twitchier by the day.

Logan stilled, an unhappy look on his face. “Can I come with you, at least? I can help! I’m very good at figuring things out! We could find a new forest together!”

“No,” Janus responded at once, his heart rate quickening at the idea. “I don’t—” He broke off and reconsidered what he was about to say. “I need you to look after the twins,” he said at last, striving to keep his voice casual.

Not casual enough. Logan stared at him, a look of dawning horror on his face. “You think you might not come back!” he accused.

Janus refrained from speaking the curse he wanted to let out. Logan had always been far too observant. “Of course I’ll come back,” he lied through his teeth, running a comforting hand through Logan’s tangled hair. “I only want to make sure the way is safe for my little ones first.”

Logan had spoken the truth a moment ago: there were too many humans these days. Janus wasn’t sure it was possible to safely venture past the borders of the forest anymore. He wasn’t sure there was anywhere left to take his little ones.

He wasn’t sure he would survive this search.

But it wasn’t like there were any other options left at this point. “Logan,” Janus said, kneeling down and putting his hands on the boy’s shoulders. He focused on making his voice honey-sweet and sincere. “I’m going to keep you safe, you understand? I would never abandon you. You are in charge of keeping your brothers safe until I return, but I will be back in a month or two.” Janus held the little boy’s brown eyes and tried not to think of humans with their traps and spears and guns and the way that once Janus left the forest he would have nowhere to hide.

“I will come back,” Janus told Logan, and he put his whole heart into his lie. “I promise.”

***

“I don’t want to move to some stupid village.” Virgil kicked his feet against the edge of the wagon petulantly, poking a piece of straw through the bars of his kestrel Thomas’s cage.

Patton sighed and reached back to ruffle his son’s hair, not taking his eyes from the winding dirt road. “I know, kiddo. We’re going to have a better life there. The Lord Protector offers a handsome salary to Hunters who can bring down wolves. They say the town is terrorized day and night, and they need to rid the forest of these pests so they can safely harvest the wood and expand the borders of the town.”

“But I hate when you go hunting!” Virgil crawled up to the driver’s seat beside Patton and clung to his arm. “I’m always so scared you’ll get eaten up! Or step in a trap! Or fall off a cliff! Or drown! Or—”

“Hey, there. Hey, now.” Patton wrapped an arm around Virgil’s shoulders. “Breathe, child. Breathe for me.” He murmured soothingly for a few minutes. “Now, come on, tell me: who taught you to draw a bow and arrow?”

“You,” Virgil mumbled.

“Good lad. And who taught you to track?”

“You did.”

“And what do you think? Am I a good Hunter? Haven’t I always kept you safe as can be?”

“Yes, but—”

“Virgil,” Patton interrupted, gentle but firm.

Virgil fidgeted for a moment. “It only has to go bad once, and you’d never come home again!”

“It’s a good thing I’d never do that, then,” Patton said, chucking Virgil under the chin and chuckling. “I mean, I have a sturdy little lad to look after, I must always make sure I hasten home to him at the end of the day.” He drew Virgil close and gave him a protective, reassuring hug. “Nothing’s going to get your Papa. I promise. I will always protect you, Virgil, you hear me? And today, the best way to protect you is to find ourselves a new home out here. We’ll make do, never you worry. I’m sure you’ll have lots of new friends in no time!”

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[loganslowdown4]

Virgil: What is the height of stupidity?

Roman: I dunno. Hey Ree, how tall are you?

Remus: Same fucking height as you, bitch.

[nullominous-q]

Now this... this is creativitwins at its finest.

Roman: *slaps bread on Remus’ head*

Roman: What are you?

Remus: happily: An idiot sandwich!

[loganslowdown4]

Patton: So you see, boys, there’s hope for everyone.

Remus: *raises hand* Even me?

Roman: Hell no.

[loganslowdown4]

Remus: Roman thinks he doesn’t need me, but really, he wouldn’t survive a day if I was gone. He’s not as smart as he thinks he is.

Roman: (yelling from another room) Remus, where the hell is my sword?

Remus: (shouting back) Did you check underneath that chair you threw at me last night?

Roman: (after a minute) I found it.

Remus: Was it under the—

Roman: Just shut up, Ree.

Remus: See? He needs me.

[loganslowdown4]

Logan: Did you two really think you’d get away with this?

Roman: No one said anything about getting away with this.

Remus: No one said anything about ‘thinking.’

✨twin high five✨

Logan: *groans in frustration*

[minamishipsit2]

!!!! yesssss creativitwins content at its finest <3 <3 <3

disney song battle

[loganslowdown4]

Roman: We can’t mansplain manipulate manwhore our way out of this one boys.

Remus: *raising his morning star* So manslaughter it is!

[loganslowdown4]

Patton: *comes home, sees the mind palace is a wreck*

Patton: I hope you two have a good explanation for all this.

Roman: *sword out, covered in blood, bruised all over, grinning*

Roman: We have three actually...

Remus: *mace out, cut up and bleeding all over, grinning too*

Remus: Pick your favourite!

[loganslowdown4]

Remus: Am I a bad brother, Patton?

Roman:

Roman: I’m Roman you idiot.

Remus: Oh yeahhhh so you are!

[loganslowdown4]

Remus: Here’s my Christmas list!

Roman: (taking it) I didn’t ask you to make one, what are you, 5?

Roman: {reading} “1. A million dollars, 2. A boyfriend, 3. The fingers of my enemies, 4. A backup boyfriend in case the first one escapes, 5. Money.”

Remus: Oh shit, I put money twice

Roman: {pinching the bridge of his nose}

Roman: We really need to talk...

[loganslowdown4]

Roman: Sorry we’re late.

Remus: Actually, not sorry, we didn’t want to come.

Roman: But we realized we didn’t want to deprive you of our presence.

*both strike a pose*

Logan: *whispering* Did you invite them?

Janus: /Yes totally/, no sudden movements or they’ll start singing It’s Raining Men again.