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[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Headcannon about Vee and Ree!

Both Virgil and Remus hiss, both Virgil and Remus squeak, but for opposite reasons. Virgil hisses when he's upset, as we know, and squeaks when he wants something. Remus squeaks when he's upset (like a rat), and hisses when he wants something.

A scenario to go with it. Remus just hisses at people to ask for affection and Virgil is the one who has to translate to the others.

Y E S I L O V E that!!! Just

Remus: *hisses*

Virgil: *hugs Ree, running his fingers through the ball of chaos' hair* You don't always have to ask Dukey

Remus: *melts hugging Vee back, nuzzling him*

Everyone: ???

Virgil: *hugging Ree* It's how he asks for affection continue the discussion

[the-duke-of-nuts]

Remus really said “Aren’t you tired of being ignored? Don’t you just wanna go APE SHIT!?” to Logan huh

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

May I request some creativitwins? Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, whatever, just the boys?

I have chosen to make it fluff (big surprise), though now I kinda also wanna write some creativitwins angst ngl

Super-Sibling Bonding

Part of my Superhero/Villain AU, set before Unethical Funding and Little Stormcloud. Can be read as a stand-alone

Rating: teen to be safe

Word Count: 671

Pairings: Creativitwins, not romantic relationships in this fic but later in the series had intrulogical and Roceit

Warnings: thoughts of murder (no murder or intention to actually kill), use of the word moist, Remus being a general terror

~~~START~~~

“Give up, Flaming Homosexual!” The Duke cackled from his perch atop city hall.

“My name is The Prince!” Princey yelled, tossing another fireball at the supervillain. Said villain merely intercepted it with a jet of water he redirected from the broken fire hydrant three stories below him.

“Are you sure, Captain Sparkles?” Dukey taunted. “Cuz you sure are flaming, and you sure are gay!”

“What does that make you?” Princey demanded. “A soggy homosexual?”

“Excuse you, I am moist, baby!” The Duke laughed again, launching a — harmless — barrage of water at the hero. To the civilians watching on the ground, it would look as though The Prince were truly being attacked, but in actuality, The Duke was careful to control the water so none of it extinguished the flames The Prince used to keep himself aloft.

He wouldn’t want to kill his twin, after all.

Not in such a boring way, anyway. There was no creativity in making him fall to his death; if he wanted to kill The Prince, he’d do something fun. Like locking him in an airtight room with some genetically modified killer plants so that he’d have to kill the plants before they killed him, but in doing so he would cut off his own oxygen source and suffocate to death! Now that would be interesting… Too bad The Duke had absolutely no idea how to genetically modify plants.

The Duke was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he missed The Prince launching another fireball at him; this one impacted the roof right in front of him, throwing him back several feet. He was about to fire — water — back, when his communicator went off.

“Got it,” Face Stealer’s voice crackled over the line, signaling The Duke that playtime was over.

The next fireball The Prince sent his way burst into steam as it collided with a wall of water, allowing The Duke to make his quick getaway unseen by The Prince.

Twenty minutes later, Remus Casto-Torres was terrorizing some poor ColdStone employees by ordering the absolute worst combination of flavors and toppings that he could think of when the door opened with a faint jingle behind him.

“Hey Zuzu,” Remus greeted without turning around. He’d know the telltale signs of his brother anywhere: a slight rise in temperature, and a general air of wet blanket-ness.

“Aqualad,” Roman shot back as a nervous employee placed Remus’s frozen monstrosity on the counter. “That looks like an abomination.”

“Takes one to know one!” Remus said, his mouth full of his wonderful creation.

Roman just rolled his eyes and ordered his own strawberry-y dessert. Once Roman had his own bowl of ice cream, the twins wandered to an empty section of the park to discuss their… extracurricular activities.

“Okay, spill,” Roman demanded once they were out of earshot of the other park goers. “I know you weren’t just terrorizing city hall for fun, so what was it?”

“Aww, Ro-bro, telling you would be no fun!”

“You didn’t take anything!” Roman steamed. “You didn't even break anything, besides the fire hydrant! What? Were you just bored?”

Remus giggled. “It’s really bothering you, isn’t it?”

“God, why can’t you just ask me to hangout like a normal person? You know you can just text me ‘hey Roman, I want ice cream’, you don’t have to commit crimes!”

“This was more fun!” Remus answered. “I got to play with water and we got ice cream!”

Roman pouted into his bowl. “I never would have started post-fight ice cream if I knew it would encourage your bad behavior,” he muttered, petulantly.

“Zuzu, you should know by now that everything encourages my bad behavior,” Remus cackled.

Roman didn’t have to know about Remus’s new friend just yet; he’d find out soon enough, when evidence of Face Stealer’s bank robbery was discovered. No doubt Roman would tell their moms on him for ‘cheating’, but their moms had agreed years ago to refrain from taking sides, and Remy would just call him a salty bitch. Normal family stuff.

~~~END~~~

Janus, a low-profile thief: *just existing, doing his thing*

Remus, a high-profile supervillain with no actual visions of grandeur: we’re best friends now

Janus: no

Remus: too late, I already made up friendship bracelets!

Still taking requests 💜

Superhero/villain taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @canvas-the-florist @knight-shives

[talkfastromance4]

stuck with u-- calum hood oneshot

a/n: hii! so this came outta left field but I went with it. based off of ariana grande’s song with justin bieber. very loosely edited, but yeah, I hope you like it :)

word count: 4,111

warnings: mentions of quarantine, a break up, sweet moments, male receiving oral, female receiving oral, spitting, unprotected sex, funny sexual moments

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Feedback is always welcome and enjoy! :)

• • • •

She came over to return his box of things, giving herself a pep talk before she did. It’s a few days before their new album releases and two weeks before touring begins. They always had an expiration date, this she knew, but she hadn’t put into consideration how badly it would sting.

Like any normal couple, they had their ups and downs with minor arguments here and there, but their stubbornness was the same. Neither one of them wanting to give in first left them each brooding in their separate corners until the bell struck for another round of heated words then they’d stalk off to their respective corners again.

It was a cycle that kept cycling until her eyes filled with tears or the steam finally sizzled out from them both. In exchange of heated words were the remaining apologies, words of kindness, and a conclusion to whatever their fight had been about.

She’s at a stoplight, Halsey’s magical voice surrounds her in her car, and she glances to the box in the passenger seat. A small notebook lays on top that holds small poems or songs he wrote for her, about her. It was given to her on her birthday, but she couldn’t keep it now, not when their time is up. Next to the notebook is his green Empathy hoodie she stole awhile ago and on top of that is a small stuffed bear he won at a fair.

A car horn pulls her from her reverie, and she continues the familiar roads to his house. After dropping off his things and getting hers back from him, she was heading back home to spend time with her family so the back part of her car was full of duffel bags and her pillows.

She stares at his house, suddenly it seems so daunting as memories swim in her head. Countless nights of wandering through the front door after a night out or at Michael and Crystal’s for a small party. Mornings of coffee and breakfast created by him filled with whipped cream and syrupy kisses. Her eyes sting with tears and she shakes her head quickly. She promised herself she wouldn’t cry another tear over him.

She checks her phone to see a comforting message from Crystal of good luck and a safe drive home with many heart emojis.

“You can do this; you can do this. In and out and he’s behind you,” she mutters to herself then grabs his box of belongings.

Before she can ring the doorbell, he opens it and Duke is barking at his feet, jumping up on the glass trying to get to her, his fluffy tail wagging joyously at her return. Her heart falls, she’s going to miss Duke a lot. Calum opens the door.

“Hey,” he greets, his voice gruff and scratchy. She hopes he’s not starting to get sick; he needs to rest—

She stops herself short, it’s not her concern anymore.

“Hi,” she says quietly and enters the house. Her shoulder brushes his chest, they both tense and his aftershave invades her nose. The smell of him and him alone brings back more memories of cuddling by the fire, snuggling on the couch, walking up behind him while he’s making dinner and burying her face between his shoulder blades.

Duke continues to vie for her attention as she moves into the kitchen. The news is on with the volume down low, numbers and the word ‘China lockdown’ traveling across the bottom of the screen. She sets the box down on the counter with a thump then squats to her knees to give Duke a proper hello and goodbye.

“I’ll um, go get your stuff. Help yourself to something to drink.”

“I’m gonna miss your cuddles, Dukey,” she whispers to the old dog and kisses his nose. He licks her chin in return.

She stands and waits, not even bothering to get a drink because she doesn’t plan to stay long. Why does he want to prolong their goodbye? She leans against the counter waiting for Calum’s return and she realizes she’s in the same spot from months ago where she tried to prepare him dinner for once.

He was being exceptionally affectionate, lifting her arm so he could press his lips to her wrist then slowly down to her elbow—

“I think I have everything,” his voice startles her from the good memory. “I made sure you didn’t leave any of your books behind.”

“Thanks,” she gives him a grim smile taking the box from his hands. Their fingers brush, his heat always made her forever cold fingers warm. A shock ran through her fingertips.

The pair stare into their boxes respectively, shuffling through memories of their relationship.

“This isn’t mine,” Calum holds up the small notebook of songs and poems. “I gave this to you as a gift, Y/N.”

She stares at the book of words in his hand, words of love and light reserved for her only.

“I can’t keep it, Cal,” she whispers, eyes pooling with tears. She tries to blink them away and on instinct Calum moves forward. She backs up into the corner of the counter. “No, don’t. Please.”

“Y/N…”

“It’s hard enough, Cal, all right? I know our time was limited,” she crosses her arms over her chest, “but I’m still hurting and I’m probably going to hurt for a while longer.”

“You think I’m not hurting, too? This was—is the hardest breakup. I’m hurting, Y/N, I am.”

She risks a glance up at him to see the wounded look in his eyes. Calum shifts forward, his hands cradling her face gently in his palms, his forehead pressed to hers. She dares not to move, because once she touches him then it’s all over. There’s no way she could recover from that.

“Look at me,” his lips kiss her forehead, another stab at her heart. She shakes her head. “Baby—”

The news anchor’s voice interrupts their moment declaring the state of California has issued a lockdown effective immediately. No one is to leave their homes for any reason, no going to other houses, no contact with anyone. The world shut down and now they’re stuck together.

**

It’s awkward at first, moving her things from her car into his house. She decided to stay in the guest bedroom, no matter how badly she wanted to crawl into his bed and never leave. He was on the phone with the guys and management discussing what this means for their album release and tour well late into the night while she contacted her family.

She could do two weeks with her ex, nothing tricky about that, right?

She was wrong. The first week was rough, they bounced around each other like meteorites trying not to collide. When he’d walk around the house shirtless she had to force herself not to stare. More memories and the ache to run her fingers over his tattoos was too strong. They ate in separate rooms and tried to remain separate as much as possible.

She watched the live he did with the band for their album release, listening along with them and crying at songs she knew Calum wrote. Small nods to their relationship tugged at her heart.

The second week things were looking up because she would be leaving soon. The smell of him would linger on all of her clothes a lot longer now, but she needed to get out. She needed to get over him and that’s hard to do when you’re stuck under the same roof.

Plans had changed yet again, and she’d be with him a lot longer. Tour has been cancelled and in the process of being rescheduled as much as it can be. Calum has been stressed; she feels it radiating off him one morning while he’s sat at the kitchen table. His coffee cup is still full, his shoulders hunched to his neck from stress.

Without thinking, she moves behind him and rubs at his shoulders. He jumps at her touch but then relaxes into her touch, letting her remove the stress that she can from his muscles.

“D’you want to talk about it?” she asks softly.

“Not really,” he shakes his head then sighs. “There is something I’d like to talk about though…”

“Yeah?” her thumbs rub up his neck into his hairline, his blond hairline that he re-dyed for the wildflower music video that never got filmed.

“Can we talk about us?” he asks. Her hands still their motions in his hair.

“What about us?”

He spins around, her hands falling from his warm skin. He takes her hand in his, fingers linked together like so many times before, his brown eyes captivating her. He swallows harshly.

“We’ve got all this time on our hands, might as well cancel all our plans we had and spend it together,” he says.

“Even if it’s just you and me?” she strokes his cheek with the backs of her fingers.

“I can’t fight it anymore,” he shakes his head. “I thought it was hard before but it’s even harder now with you here. I don’t want to let you go.”

“So…what does this mean exactly?”

“It’s just you and me,” he rises to his feet taking her other hand in his. “It means whatever we want it to.”

“Let’s have a date night, a new start,” she offers.

“That sounds good,” he smiles.

At around six o’clock, they meet in the kitchen wearing comfy clothes. Something they both agreed on to make the night even easier and more comfortable. She had on one of his shirts with shorts and socks that went up to her knees. He had on basketball shorts and a blue t-shirt; he remembers how she likes him in blue.

They were making dinner together, homemade pasta with sauce to match. A bottle of wine was opened, and their glasses were filled with the sweet nectar.

“Remember when we got poured out at the festival with Mike and Crys?” she laughs while stirring the sauce.

“We were so muddy,” he joins in her laughter. “Your hair was sopping but you looked adorable all muddy.”

“You wouldn’t join me in the puddle,” she nudges him.

“Because I didn’t want to get sick and guess who was in bed for four days with a cold?”

“Yeah but you took care of me,” she grins.

Calum takes her hand that doesn’t have the spoon in her hand and lifts it to his lips. With his eyes trained on hers, he kisses her fingers, kisses the center of her palm, then her wrist.

“I’d do it again, you know,” he murmurs on her skin. Goosebumps rise on her neck and all the way down her body. “Take care of you.”

Their eyes lock and the mood changes, the sauce bubbles as they lean in closer, closer, and closer still until—

The timer on the oven buzzes signifying it’s ready for the garlic bread. Calum sighs, gives her wrist one more kiss then returns to his task at hand. She’s left flustered and warm while she stirs the sauce then adds the noodles into the boiling water.

During dinner they had another glass of wine and joked about more memories together, dreams they wanted to do with one another. Unlike the first week she was there, their chairs were pushed as close as they could be at the table. Their plates were empty, and his arm was on the back of her chair.

“We should just rent a small camper and travel along the coast,” he says rubbing her neck with his thumb.

“Maybe we can afterwards,” she chuckles wiping off pasta sauce from his cheek. “When we can leave the house again.”

“Good point. So, since this is a first date, now it’s time to dance.”

She quirks an eyebrow up. “Dance? I’m in a t-shirt and knee-high socks.”

“Perfect dancing outfit come on. Up you get, little lady,” he tickles her neck as he rises from his chair. She giggles at his touch then is pulled from her own chair by his hand.

“There isn’t any music,” she laughs falling into his chest.

“Oh shit, hang on. Hey Alexa, play the Y/N playlist,” he says.

“Playing Y/N playlist on Spotify,” Alexa responds, and Ariana’s voice fills the house.

“You have a playlist for me?”

“Of course,” he grins then dips her down. She squeals from the sudden rush to her head as she’s tipped backwards, but Calum would never let her fall.

He pulls her back up, both of them giggling as they dance in the kitchen. Her fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, it’s getting longer and shaggier by the day. His curls are coming back, and she’s been itching to play with the soft twists.

“I’ve missed you,” he confesses.

“I missed you, too,” she whispers. Their eyes meet just as Justin Bieber’s voice croons in the speakers.

“My plan when you came over was to try and get back together, you know. Even before all of this happened, I was going to ask if you’d wait for me to come back from tour. I wasn’t going to let my stubbornness push away the best person that’s happened to me.”

“Cal…”

She cups his cheek the same time he leans down and presses his lips to hers. An electric surge courses through them as their kiss deepens. He grips her waist then lowers his hands to her ass giving her a hefty squeeze. She gasps at the contact and he slips his tongue in her mouth. Calum spins her around, lifting her up so she’s seated on the counter.

Her legs wrap around his waist, accordingly, pulling him as close to her as possible. The song changes to Lover of Mine just as his hands creep under her shirt. His fingers skim her skin, thumbs brushing over her soft nipples that turn hard upon his touch. He groans, giving her breasts a firm squeeze before lifting the shirt from her body.

Their eyes lock, lips red from their kiss. She traces his lower lip and he’s quick to duck his head down to suck on her neck. She gasps when his hand cups her sex, his thumb rubbing her core through the fabric while his mouth descends to her breasts. She bites her lip, but a small moan escapes her as he sucks on her nipple, his thumb moving in tantric circles.

“Calum…Cal…please…” she begs in a whisper, her fingers tightening in his hair.

Getting her message loud and clear, he lifts her in his arms, lips assaulting hers as he makes his way to his bedroom. He kicks the door shut so Duke doesn’t interrupt then drops her to the bed. She giggles and he laughs along with her yanking his shirt off. She removes her shorts and panties the same time he drops his shorts to the floor.

She’s quick to grasp him in her palm, stroking towards herself, looking up at him. He touches her cheek affectionately; it’s been so long since they’ve had each other this way.

“Love the way you look at me like that,” he mumbles, his thumb rubbing under her eye.

A smile flickers on her lips before she suctions them around his tip. Calum’s eyes close sequentially but he forces them open so he can watch her, another love of his. Her tongue swirls and rolls the only way she knows how to do before taking him further in her mouth.

Calum groans at the warmth of her mouth, he brings his other hand to her cheek, watching her eyes close as she concentrates. Flashes of her like this flood his mind, from their first time, to the time they snuck away at Ashton’s house because he was wearing that suit she loved him in so much she had to have him right then.

When he reaches the back of her throat, he snaps back to the present and moans from the sensation. She takes him that deep again and he holds her face tighter.

“Up, up, up, up,” he orders pulling her off him. As much as he loved getting head from her, he loves returning the favor more. “Lie back, baby, legs up.”

She licks her lips, swiping her thumb over leftover spit which is insanely hot and pushes herself to the center of the bed. He follows her hungrily, pushing her ankles up and to the side so she’s open and pliant for him, only for him.

He keeps his eyes on her as he kisses her thighs, nibbling his teeth every now and then with his thumbs rubbing her ankles softly. She situates the pillows behind her head so she can have a better angle to watch him. She loves to watch as much as he does.

“Ready?” he asks, and she giggles, nodding quickly.

He flashes her a wink before closing his mouth on her clit. She moans on contact while he sucks then transitions to flicking his tongue at the nub, teasing the tip of his tongue in her hole sporadically. He loves pleasuring her with his mouth, he can feel her moans on his tongue as she drips for him. Her hands fly to his hair guiding his mouth to where she needs, and Calum lets her use him.

He pulls away a fraction so he can gather his saliva then spits it on her core, watching it dribble to her entrance before he slurps it back up with her arousal. Her moans are sinful at the action, her hips moving with his motions, moans getting louder and louder until she gasps out his name in one breath. Her legs go rigid in his hold as her orgasm crashes into her.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he grunts, swiping his tongue up and down, up and down until her body relaxes. He looks up already meeting her gaze, chest heaving from the bliss. “Ready for me?”

“Always,” she nods.

They move quickly, situating themselves in the right way. He holds her ankles until he’s hovering above her, then lets go so he can grab hold of his shaft then slaps it against her pussy in a teasing manner. She moans at the contact, her legs falling open wider. Calum rubs her temple with his thumb nearest her head as he nudges himself between her folds.

Her mouth opens like it always does when he inserts himself the first time, he slips right in and they moan together at being connected once more. He rests his other hand on his bed, and she lets out a squeak.

“Ouch! On my hair, move, move, move!”

He lifts his hand spewing out ‘sorry, sorry!’ quickly as she readjusts herself. They’re giggling and he bends down to kiss her, she wraps her arms around his neck. She shifts her hips slightly underneath him in a rocking motion, but he wants more of her lips.

“If I’m going to do all the work, I should have been on top,” she teases jutting her hips up once more.

“Yeah? You want to be sassy right now?” he hums pressing himself into her more, she lets out a choked moan.

“You going to fuck me right now?” she hums in the same tone, smirking against him.

Calum growls then pulls himself out of her only to plunge with force right back in. She screams out his name as he starts a rapid rhythm, hips snapping against hers, the bed shifting with his movements. Her head tilts back as her back arches so she can take him even deeper.

Calum sucks onto her breast, fucking into her swiftly, her wetness has him moving faster and faster until—

“FUCK!” he groans when he slips out of her entirely and thrusts into her thigh. She’s laughing above him, and he curses lowly to himself again. He glances up to see her giggling behind her hand. “Think it’s funny, huh?”

“Am I that wet?” she laughs poking his nose. “That’s your fault you know.”

“I take that as a win, baby,” he sighs teasing her hole once more with his cock. He grins up at her. “No one makes you as wet as I do.”

“Hmm, you’re not wrong,” she smiles then wiggles beneath him.

“You want more?” he teases pressing his tip in slowly, she bites her lip.

“Please,” she whines.

“You have to keep your legs still, so I don’t slip out again,” he breathes then pushes in once more.

He finds his rhythm from before, her body arching the way he loves but he feels her legs shift. He growls then pushes them up to her chest, he plants his knees to the mattress, her ass cheeks resting on his thighs.

“What’d I say?” he pants, and her eyes roll at his tone and the angle he has her body in. he jack hammers into her, his balls slapping her thighs.

She squeezes the pillows next to her head until her knuckles are white, her cries of pleasure are music to his ears as he feels her clench around him. Sweat builds on his brow and his chest and he’s damned to have her orgasm as many times as he can. Her eyes close as her second orgasm hits, she’s pulsing around him in such a good way it makes him ache.

When it’s over, he releases her legs so he can pound into her with his waist. He holds her to his body, face buried in her neck so he can leave marks on her skin. She’s coming once more, chanting his name in his ear and he groans at the sound. She kisses his ear, teeth grazing his lobe as a new orgasm rolls into the next.

Feeling his own release approaching, he shifts again. This time he moves backwards pulling her with him so they’re in a sitting position. He wraps her legs around his waist, her body is heavy against his from the tumultuous pleasure he’s giving her. Calum’s arms snake around her back, it’s sticky with her own sweat and he licks into her mouth the same time he starts thrusting again. Her ankles lock behind his back, she hides her face in his neck at the new angle.

“Look at me, baby, please,” he begs tugging at the hair by her neck. He holds her in place, their eyes meeting, her mouth falling open with their thrusts.

His movements slow to a more tenacious speed, still full of passion but with a layer of love and adoration. Calum moves his hand from her waist so he can anchor himself to the bed, thrusting his hips quicker. She helps as much as she can, her body is nearly spent but she wants to feel him cum inside her, hear his moans and see the bliss in his eyes.

“Come for me, Cal,” she pants, “come for me, baby…”

His hips jerk and he releases his orgasm inside her, his hips move lethargically, milking his climax for as long as he can but their eyes stay locked. When he’s finished, they both let out a long sigh, knocking their foreheads together. Their breath is hot on each other’s faces, sweat beads roll onto each other’s skin, a mixture of him and her.

They stay in the position, legs crisscrossed, arms wrapped around one another, heartbeats slowing from a rapid pace to syncing together. After a few more moments, they disentangle, and Calum has to help her walk to the bathroom. She can already feel the soreness in her lips, but she’s missed the pleasured ache.

They brush their teeth, she uses the toilet, then crawl into bed together. She’s already passed out as soon as her head hits the pillow and Calum draws designs along her back until he falls asleep as well.

The next morning, they wake later than intended but give light kisses in the morning sun.

“I love you, you know,” he tells her caressing her face. His eyes litter over the small marks on her neck and breasts he gave her.

“I love you, too.”

“Are you all right being stuck with me?” he grins pulling her leg over his hip.

“Lock the door and throw out the key,” she grins capturing his lips between hers.

“It’s just you and me.” He moves to roll on top of her, but she pushes on his chest lightly so she’s on top.

“I’m stuck with you,” she whispers, kissing him as she grinds herself on top of him.

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[bilgisticallykosher]

Oh, look, cool, an anniversary video- wait where's Virgil and Logan oh my gosh is this an episode?! I can't believe you've done this on the Unus Annus deathiversarry.

Oh my gosh, is this the season finale?! I thought it was a quick birthday thing. Vibrates. NEW SERIES?!

Five years? No omfg, even joking about that all a dream thing, I hate that trope. YEAH THIS IS SEASON FINALE IT HAS TO BE! Haha, murder, arson, and jaywalking. Went to the mall. "One of those self-indulgent interviews" like you're about to do, I know your humor, sir. Oh hey outfit change. Skull shirt and brown leather jacket. Oh Logan's right there?! Listen, nine and a half hours feels like a lot-

That cutaway, perfect. Awww, nicknames. Microsoft Nerd, Pop Star. Ha ha I'm sure this will be fine and I Won't Be Sad At All. Eating the chalk- they're all drinking- oh no bad juice, okay. Okay. Oh no, Roman sobbing... nope? Just? Dramatic? Haha five years of me. Hm. Virgil somehow sounds different.

Bananaconda. He gets his music. Listen, Janus nobody said they were perfect discussions. "Fun *discomfort* additions" Awww oh no he's ripping into all of them. AHAHAHA INFINITESIMAL. Oh no he's not going to do that compliment thing to him is he. Okay, Roman in the clear, actually legit compliment??? That fother mucker! What happened between- NOBODY TALK REMUS'S ASS IS ON SCREEN oh hey his symbol- His symbol is on his butt. I'm. I need a minute.

Sit different! He asked knowing he'd regret it- Anti spoiler spray. KNIFE! Oh it is an insult? Different nicknames every time! Is Logan's wine getting bigger? Some salt from Logan. What did he do in Thomas's mind omg. Mind palace. REMUS AND I YES HELLO CANON INTERACTION!!!! No omfg DDR pads. Dukey and Pissy. Hey, that's a healthy way to interact for them.

Virgil why you lying. !!! Puppet Virgil. Who broke this vase?! Oh oh no, callback. Oh it's Forbidden Fruit. I do not get that reference. Oh the 12 days. Teehee Janus and Lies. I fixed that in the latest TA chapter. YES IT CAME FROM REMUS!!!! Newest- oh! Nico. Of course. Scare-amore and the Prinxiety shippers go nuts. Space marriage. Hmmm. Patton has reservations about Nico. HOLY CRAP VETAL MIKING THE SOUND I MADE!!!! Oh yeah, Valerie flirting. It wasn't that bad, but uh. I mean, it wasn't the cringiest episode, y'know.

Listen if cringe culture wasn't dead- LOGAN that glass is totally growing. Hmmm. Patton. SACAGAWEA IS IN HIS HAT. "No use your brains-" SHE'S IN HIS HAT! Oh gosh it's a wedding cake. Pfftffftfff. Stock image. Oh wow, look at Logan. Oh dear, Patton here it comes- no we love falsehood. Chugging that bottle. "A lack of attention to detail-" that's not- oh okay. He hasn't been Patton the whole time has he?

You have grown, sweetie! Aw Virgil appreciation hours. "They think they feel that way" Logan you're the wine mom. Awww Roman still sad and oh no. Remus is a great uncle out of jail. Janus is wine aunt confirmed!!! What do you think is next?

Oh. Oh no, Roman's putting a lot of stock in Nico I think I saw a theory about that a while back... Patton's so uncertain. Virgil's accurate. I'm sure he will hate it.

"To better receive acceptance and praise" He's lying- ah there we go. Hey they're not green! Happy Anniversary!!! Cystic surgeries.

No, don't show Logan at the beginning omfg please. That was horrifying the double finger guns. "There's no knowing where we're growing" Willy Wonka?

New series yes preview this- woah art. Nice poem. Hmmm that's definitely Thomas, though- What woah!!!!! Roman DnD?! Nope not literally-

Huh, I thought there'd be an orange side thing- oh. Wait. Oh I love hate this music. NO!!! THAT'S MY JOKE, THAT BASTARD! Do you know how often I reference Orange Side with A Literal Orange?!?!?! Ugh. But also okay that didn't actually feel season finale-ish. So. One more episode?

[fakeloveaskblog]

For the thruth or dare,

Remy, tell them what happened to your cane.

(cw Lots of mentions of U!Virgil)

The gang had been busy discussing the best high school movies when your question came in. They quieted and the twins sent Remy happy looks, expecting some funny story. Janus looked them up and down to see their reaction.

Remy's smile didn't falter. Their hands started to pierce the needle through the fabric they were holding faster and faster.

"Oh my cane? Pff that's tots boring. Wow this gal has never played truth or dare huh. Fucking newbie" They laughed out "Anyway y'all hear about that like halloween party that's gonna happen at the gay bar? Y'know the one"

Rowan's eyes widened. She shook Remus around "!!! I was supposed to be away filming during Halloween but if those plans have changed- which they have- that means I can celebrate Halloween here!!! I am gonna be so gay! Oh where is my Morticia!?"

Remus pretended to draw in the air while looking at his sister.

"Oh right! Dukey here have been sketching up some real banging costumes so you better be ready to be destroyed!"

"Girl please. You haven't seen me and my boyf. Halloween is the only time of the year I can get Virgil to parties. We go HARD. We've been Jack and sally, The demolition lovers, Jessica and Roger Rabbit, Murdoc and 2D and oh gosh girl we peaked at our JD and Veronica look when Virge was like obsessed with that movie!"

"I've only seen the musical but that does sound very fashionable. NOT as fashionable as me and Remus going as Mabel and Dipper in zombie form though"

'i was mabel' Remus added.

"A very annoying and good one yes!"

"There's a musical?!" Remy asked.

"OF COUrse there is!!!! People die Remington!"

She started to babble on about how good the heathers songs and costuming was. Remus added a few comments about the murders. Remy ranted back about the movie.

Janus sat silent among them. He was holding onto the fabric of his pants so hard his knuckles whitened. There was a choking feeling in his throat.

"-Yeah gal I even have like this scar on my wrist" Remy dragged their shirt down to show it "From when Virge wanted to like recreate that scene where JD lits a cigarette from Veronica's burn wound 'cause he thought it was tots romantic and super hot. Literally"

Rowan grimaced "I wouldn't per say see anything JD does as romantic but maybe he's different in the movie"

"Probs 'cause girl Virge wanted to be JD so bad. JD and Gerard Way. Coolest bitches he knew. Wouldn't stop talking 'bout them. Loved mimicki-"

'how are your hands still alive?' The sound of Remus' text to speech app interrupted them.

He pointed at their hands which was still flawlessly sewing together the requested trans flag even though they had been looking at the twins for the past 15 minutes.

'my hands would have been minced' He smiled at the thought 'remind me to draw that later. bloody. nails flailing off'

Remy looked down at the needle before quickly looking up again "Oh this? It's just like muscle memory. It's nothing"

'its cool. exclamation point. exclamation point. exclamation point. youre so smart with your not blood gushing fingers'

They started to blush and looked away in the way they always did every time anyone even implied they were good at anything "Nah babe it's stupid. I promise. Anyone could do it. It's- I'm just stupid"

Remus looked incredibly offended for their sake. He began to furiously write into the app but before he could finish his sentence-

"You didn't answer" Janus suddenly said.

"What?" Remy's smile tightened.

He looked at them as if he could see right into their bones "You didn't answer the question. last time I checked you're supposed to answer if you choose truth"

Remy put down the flag. It was half sewed. They turned to Janus and forced a happy expression that didn't reach their eyes.

"Girl it's just my cane it ain't that riveting"

'dont have to say if you dont want to' Remus reminded.

"Well if the story is nothing special then you shouldn't have a problem telling it" janus replied without taking his eyes off Remy.

Rowan glanced between the two. The tension was so palpable if she tried to touch it the tension would punch her into Canada. She reached for the popcorn.

"Well you didn't say anything about the halloween party! You going? I'm sure if you do you'll be with your nice lil Logie" Remy said with just a hint of venom on their tongue.

Janus wanted to snarl back how at least he wouldn't be with a person who called him a whore but he held it back "You're blatantly avoiding the question. Not suspicious at all" He did a fake gasp "Don't tell me you committed murder with that cane! What shock!"

They rolled their eyes "Fine! Sure! Virgil broke it! He hit it over the kitchen table until it split in two! Are you happy now? That's what you wanted to hear right!?"

"Don't you need that?" Rowan's voice was a bit quieter than usual as she asked. Her smile had disappeared in an instant "Why would he do that? Are you o-"

"It's not like that! Ugh girl this is why I didn't wanna have to talk about it. I knew you gals wouldn't get it! Look I'd suddenly just like been gone for over a day without any explanation! I barely even responded to any of his very many texts! So when he picked me up of course he's gonna be mad after I put him through like 24 hours of constant anxiety and panic attacks and- it was just a teensy argument that's all! The neighbors didn't even complain about the noise this time! That just shows how little he yelled!!"

It felt like a hole had been carved out in the middle of Janus' chest. Oh god it must have happened after they had been to the amusement park. He could have stopped it.

"So he just broke your cane?!" Rowan half exclaimed.

"He just had to make it even harder for you to leave huh" janus added in a much colder tone.

"Girl he wasn't thinking! He's not some evil mastermind like you seem to think! He just panicked okay!? He didn't mean to go that far! He said sorry and that obviously it will never happen again! He was the one who taped it together again for fucks sake!"

"I don't usually break my loved ones belongings when I panic. Especially not belongings that help alleviate pain" Janus spat back.

"I can't help but agree"

Remy looked at them like an animal backed into a corner. They glanced over to Remus who met their eyes.

'okay guys calm down. it was a mistake. a one time thing' Remus quickly wrote 'he didnt mean to. youre just stressing remy out'

"You being on their side just worries me more honestly" Rowan muttered.

"I am quite sure it takes more than a moment to forcibly take someones cane and break it. You can not seriously say it was just an accident!" Janus shot his arms out as he said it.

"AM I? Girl do you really think I am??? HOW STUPID DO YOU THINK I AM!?" They shut their eyes tightly to force back tears "Fuck! I just knew it! I just knew no matter what you said you think I'm just as stupid and annoying and useless as everyone else!"

Janus reached out to comfort them but they flinched back "I- I didn't mean to imply that. I think what Virgil is doing sounded wrong"

"Of course I know what Virgil did is wrong! Obviously!! That's why I'm mad at him!! I'm not speaking to him! I'm here ain't I! You all just make me sound fucking crazy every time Virgil is brought up 'cause you force me to defend him!"

'cant we go back to playing truth or dare?' Remus suggested but Rowan accidentally spoke over him.

"You shouldn't have to defend your partners action! Are you even hearing yourself right now!?" Janus nodded along.

"Oh girl please! As if Jannie here wouldn't defend his oh so precious Logan if I called him an overemotional whiny asshole!"

"It's not the same thing. I have a reason to be mad at Virgil at least! He's-"

"SHUT UP! I don't wanna hear whatever bullshit Logan has talked you into! I- I mean if Virgil was that bad wouldn't I be so fucking brainwashed so I wouldn't even be here right now?! Huh? I would have thought him breaking my cane was just fine Right? Gals you are just not making sense!"

"WELL THEN! I guess I am sorry I lo- care about you!" Janus was close to yelling.

"AND I'M SORRY THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTS YOU IS SOME WHINY LIBRARIAN WHO LOVES YOU SO LITTLE HE HAS TO DATE OTHER PEOPLE TO MAKE UP FOR WHAT YOU LACK!!" Remy yelled back.

It took a moment before Remy realized what they'd said. They flinched and put their hand over their mouth. Janus didn't move, didn't say anything, his eyes filled with tears.

"I-" Remy's eyes darted across the room "I'm sorry. I didn't- I really didn't mean that. I just- You all were implying Virgil- I- I'm sorry"

They quickly stood up. They looked over to Remus for a moment but their friend had closed his eyes and covered his ears to try and force out the arguing.

Remy stormed out of the apartment. Leaving an emptiness to fill the room.

Rowan quietly took a piece of paper and scribbled down her number before handing it to Janus "Here. In case you ever need to call me to help them"

Janus held the note in his shaking hands. Rowan turned to her brother and mumbled reminders to breathe and gross jokes about biology to get him to calm down.

"....someone should go after them." Janus mumbled "..we can't just let them leave like that...I..we-"

'you need to stop turning every moment of caring about them or whatever into an argument. youre just making things worse like that' Remus wrote without looking at him.

"I know" He sighed "I know"

'it was just a one time mistake anyway. we're not a part of the relationship. we shouldnt butt in like some some buttholes. its their thing to sort out. youre all overeacting'

Rowan didn't have the energy to argue back against him right now. She knew it was useless. "It's not like all of us can go after them. That will make them feel trapped again"

Janus sighed even more "Seeing me will probably just make them more mad"

"And me and Remy are basically strangers" Rowan added.

Neither of them said anything but both thought that Remus was probably too mentally brittle to do much to help Remy right now.

"Then I suppose we have no idea who should go after them"

Janus and Rowan both turned to look at you, Remus looked down at the half sewn flag. You usually had the answers. Maybe you could have it this time as well.

[starshard17]

Dukeceit Week | Day 2 | Drown me in Paint

Pairing : Platonic Dukeceit

Summary : The sides get into a paintball fight and Remus and Janus absolutely drown each other in paint.

@dukeceitweek

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Remus suddenly felt a stinging pain in his lower back and he quickly spun on his heels, pointing his paintball gun in the direction the shot had come from. He watched as a head poked out from it's hiding position and aimed the gun towards him, releasing another shot, splattering Remus' headgear with yellow paint. He quickly wiped the face shield clean and growled out, gripping his gun tightly.

"Janus." Remus gritted out, ducking behind one of the many objects on the field. He somersaulted out from behind there and to another prop closer to where he knew Janus was hiding at. He peeked around the corner to see if he could spot the deceitful side anywhere. Once he realized he couldn't see anything he started to move again before he felt the barrel of gun pressed to his back. He turned his head to see Janus behind him, face shield flicked up and a smirk on his face.

"Any last words Dukey?" He asked, his smirk widening. He gulped and turned on his heels, raising his arms into the air, a tight grip on his firearm.

"Actually yeah I do." Remus responded. He noticed Janus' grip on his paintball gun tighten, his finger pressing down lightly on the trigger.

"Surprise attack!" Remus moved a hand forward and flipped Janus' face shield back down. Janus pulled down on the trigger, releasing a shot that hit Remus square in the stomach. The Duke quickly caught his breath and while Janus was recovering from the initial shock, he quickly backed up and fired at Janus, nailing him in the face, splattering green paint onto his headgear and the prop behind him. Remus pumped his fist and continued running away, ducking into a tunnel on the field.

"Remus Sanders!" He heard Janus yell from further away on the field. Remus snickered and slowly creeped back to the end of the tunnel, poking his head out to get a view of the plain. He watched Janus prowl around cautiously, taking weary steps. He took careful aim and released another shot, nailing Janus' thigh, causing him to fall to the ground, holding himself tightly, his grip tight on his gun.

Worried that'd he'd really hurt him, Remus rose from his hiding place and ran over to him, looking at him on the ground.

"Jan are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you I just-" Remus cut off his sentence when his face shield was once again coated in yellow paint. He heard hysterical cackling and he grunted in anger, wiping his shield clean and firing at Janus, splattering his chest.

"Hahaha, wOAH!" Remus yelped in surprise, feeling his feet fall out from under him. He landed on the ground with a thud and felt a sting as a paintball exploded against his shoulder, covering his arm and reaching under his face mask, splattering his cheek. He quickly sat up and moved away, squeezing his eyes shut and shooting at Janus again. He felt a shot hit his other arm and he dropped his paintball gun.

He opened his eyes, grabbed the gun again and stood up, rapidly firing at Janus. He watched as Janus rose to his feet as well, trying to dodge each shot fired at him and only managing to miss a few. He shakily raised his gun up, returning the fire at Remus. Amongst trying to dodge each other, they were attracting the attention of everyone else with the loud sound of their guns firing over and over. It was surprising the only colors the two ended up being coated in by the end were yellow and green, even with the other four crowded around them.

They were panting softly and their arms and legs were shaking. They were absolutely drowned in paint and were no doubt covered in bruises from the repetitive firing in the same areas. The two took shaky steps towards each other before they both collapsed.

"I took the last shot." Janus muttered out. He snickered quietly. "I win."

"No I did." Remus retorted, slamming his fist against the ground then wincing at the vibrations it shot up his arm. He felt around himself trying to see if he could find his gun on the ground before he bumped it and grabbed it quickly, pointing it at Janus.

"I win this time." Remus chuckled, and pulled down on the trigger, striking Janus in the shoulder. Janus rolled onto his back, holding his shoulder and staring at the sky, his breath leaving a fog against his face mask. Remus followed suite, rolling onto his back as well. He heard a shot fired off and a sudden sting in his arm.

"I'm not losing to you." Janus groaned, gripping his shoulder tighter. The two moved to face each other, ready to bicker when they both felt a shot pelt their sides. They looked up, noticing Virgil glaring at them with the other three stood behind him.

"How about I win and you both lose. End of discussion. Now go get cleaned up, please. The paint you guys used reeks." Virgil said, taking off his headgear and dropping his paintball gun.

"Reek is a smell I go for regularly but whatever." Remus retorted, slowly shifting himself up onto his feet. He held a hand out for Janus, who gladly took it and rose to his feet as well.

"I'll win next game." Janus hissed, taking his headgear off and glaring up at Remus, a smirk spread across his face.

"Yeah we'll see about that." Remus responded, removing his headgear as well.

"I'm pretty sure I've got everything down pat, so I've already got a better strategy plan." Janus bragged.

"Sure you do." Remus growled, pouncing at Janus and knocking them to the ground again.

They rolled and wriggled around on the ground, yelling and shouting as the rest of the sides shook their heads and went back to their rooms.

[sassy-postal-shipper]

Yeah, Greek Mythology is usually like that

Sometimes Percy Jackson posts float across my dash, and I wonder what the anti-incest discourse is like in that fandom, and if any RemRom antis give Percabeth a free pass.

[land-of-frogs-and-dragons]

RemRom Survey Results

To start my analysis of the data I’ve gotten from my RemRom survey, I first want to mention that this will *not* be an accurate representation of the entire Thomas Sanders Sanders Side Fandom.

I’d say it’s a fairly safe assumption to make that no more than about five percent of this fandom cares about RemRom in any real sense; therefore, about 2.5% are Pros and 2.5% are Antis. TO BE VERY CLEAR: this is an assumption of my own, since I doubt Thomas will try and figure out the specifics for who ships (and DOESN’T ship) what in this fandom.

Based on this, my overall data is definitely skewed, which you can see with the responses I got on my “Do You Ship RemRom” question of the poll.

If this were a true representation of the entire SaSi Fandom, then 42% (60 out of 143 responses) of the fandom would ship RemRom, 15.4% (22 out of 143) are on the fence for shipping RemRom, 18.2% (26 of 143) are Neutral towards RemRom, 11.9% (17 of 143) are in-between Neutral and Anti and will be called the NOTP section for brevity, and 12.6% (18 of 143) are Anti RemRom. I’m not sure how I got so many proshipper responses, though I’d be willing to be tit had something to do with DD (@demented-dukey) reblogging my post (thank you, by the way; I really appreciate it).

Based on the above, I will not be combining all of my sections (Pros, Neutrals, and Antis) into one lump assessment of the fandom, since it just isn’t accurate to this assumption. That being said, I can assume that each overall section (Pros, Neutrals, and Antis) is a fairly accurate assessment of those portions of the fandom and will be discussed as such as we go along.

Before I go ahead and share the data for all of my sections, I wanted to go through all of the questions on the survey first. They were all identical for all the sections, but I wanted to talk about them anyways before breaking down all of the responses I’ve received. I’ll throw these under the cut, since I doubt you all want to have your dashboards clogged by this monster of a post. The results for the “who is your favorite side” question will be at the VERY END of this post, but I’ll cover all my responses to the true final question of this survey in a later post.

 The first question is, clearly, do you ship remrom. This question has five answers, all shown in the image below; however, I’ll write them here in case the text is hard to read. The first option is “No. I am very much against it-some may call be an Anti, or I may label myself as one,” and this answer took responders to the Anti Section of the survey. The next three are “No. I will go out of my way to avoid RemRom content, I don’t really want to see it” (which I will be short-handing to NOTP), “No. I am neutral towards the ship and those who ship it. I may not like it, but if it comes across my Tumblr dashboard it does not upset me,” and “Maybe. I'm curious about the ship, but I haven't gone out of my way to find (much) content for it;” these three answers took responders to the Neutral Section of the survey. The final answer is “Yes. I ship RemRom. Some may call me a Proshipper, or I may label myself as one” and takes responders to the Proshipper Section.

Looking back, I should have put the Maybes and the NOTPs into their own section; however, at the time of creation, I felt that they fit better into the Neutral Section, as they were neither a Proshipper nor an Anti. Moving their answers into their own sections won’t happen for the sake of this survey, as it’s a hassle to do. However, I will make my data available for everyone if others wish to undertake this task.

 The second question that greets everyone is: How do DNIs (Do Not Interacts) apply towards RemRom Shippers on Tumblr? The options on this one were: “DNI's for Remrom usually apply only to Proshippers. If you ship Remrom, do not interact,” “DNI's for Remrom usually apply to Proshippers and those that support Proshippers, even if they themselves do not ship RemRom,” “DNI's for Remrom are evenly split between the above,” and “I do not have a Tumblr / I do not know.” Responders could only select one of these options. I added the not having a tumblr option here, since I figured that the survey may get spread to discord servers, and that people there may not have tumblrs. I forgot to add this to other questions (and realized it about 60 answers in, which at that point would feel like skewing my results more by tweaking that), but I’ll mention them when we get there.

 The third question was “why do you think people ship RemRom?” This was a select all that apply question. There were many options here, including an “other” option to add your own or supposed own reasons for shipping it, but all the options can be found on DD’s post about the topic. I just want to add for the “Remus would ship it” answer to this: my apologies to any Remus kinnies I may have caused harm to. This answer was addended to include a disclaimer about hallway through my getting people taking this survey, as I received word that this answer was possibly triggering.

 The fourth question was why should people not ship RemRom. This question was a select all that apply question. This one also had an “other” option.

 The fifth question was “in your opinion, what is the best way to avoid any and all remrom content on tumblr?” and the sixth question was “whats the best way for those who ship RemRom to share it on tumblr so that those who don’t like it can’t see it?” These were “select all that applies” questions, and has an “other” option.

 The seventh question was “Is there any acceptable form of RemRom content?” This question was multiple choice.

 The eighth and ninth questions were “Do you think that the RemRom discordse on Tumblr has gone too far?” and “Please explain your thoughts on the above question.” For question 8, I did not put a “no opinion / do not have a Tumblr” option because I didn’t think to add it until 80 responses in, and at that point it would have skewed the data.

 The tenth question was “Who was your favorite side?” On top of all the sides, extra options are Thomas himself because he TOTALLY COUNTS and also Remy because, while a fanon side, he ALSO COUNTS. And yall can fight me on that one. The final question was a “Final thoughts for this survey” question, which was a free response for everyone. Not everyone answered it, but I know for a fact that DD did because DD signed their Final Thoughts Response.

The favorite side of those who took the survey was... Janus!!! Second favorite was Remus, third was Logan, fourth was Roman, fifth was Virgil, sixth was Patton, and Thomas and Remy tied for last place.

[entity9silvergen]

My Dad Watches Sanders Sides Continued

Continued from here

Last night we watched two episodes. One was the blooper video with the bloops from Embarrassing Phases, the puppet episode, and SVS. The other was DWIT.

I feel like my dad doesn’t really appreciate the bloopers as much as I do but he was happy to have a third video with the puppets. He really likes the puppets, surprisingly. Kind of ironic considering the puppet episode was the most recently released episode when I started watching Sanders Sides and it was a conversation about the puppet episode that got him interested in the series. We love some puppets up in here I guess.

I was a bit uneasy watching DWIT with a parent due to the sensitivity of the material. He’s an adult, he watches all kinds of stuff, so it wasn’t like I was worried he’d be bothered by it but it’s just kind of awkward being there with a parent while watching it, especially if you’re the one who introduced the show. I’m sure none of you want to show your parents of a grown man talking about snakes in his butt and self immolating to Taylor Swift (also I just learned what immolation is? I always misheard/ misunderstood that line. I thought it was a sex thing, turns out it means setting yourself on fire).

It was fine though. He didn’t really have any reaction to Remus but he felt like the educational aspect of it was good. He kind of hinted that he experiences something similar so I do hope that the episode provided him some insight if he does experience intrusive thoughts. DWIT provides a lot of information and tips that help in understanding intrusive thoughts, dealing with them, and a lot of good general advice. I mentally refer to it a lot when it comes to handling my own or others’ mental health.

However, he did disagree with some of the points made. When Logan had that bit about being unable to “logic your way out of intrusive thoughts,” he noted that this kind of contradicts cognitive therapy. Cognitive therapy is essentially a type of treatment/ technique where people learn to deal with anxiety, depression, and emotional difficulties by identifying these thoughts, replacing them, and challenging them by changing and disturbing negative patterns. When we watched “My Negative Thinking,” he pointed out that they were referencing it in some way and that there were some similarities. 

In the video, Logan explains that the best way to deal with intrusive thoughts is to acknowledge them but not focus on them or think through them. The term I learned for this is monkey minding, though that term is not widely used (I learned the term verbally around four years ago so it’s very possible I misheard it. I googled it so I wasn’t misinforming you guys here but only the monkey brain meme came up). When monkey minding, you recognize that a thought is present, push it away without criticizing yourself for having it, and continue without checking if the thought is still present. In some ways, cognitive therapy and monkey minding contradict each other but I think they go hand in hand in some ways. 

It was an interesting discussion. Most shows we watch don’t provoke thoughtful conversations about real world things. Normally we just argue over whether or not Naruto is in love with Sasuke (my dad is convinced that Naruto is in love with Sasuke but also ships Naruto and Sakura), which characters are from Marvel or DC, the villain’s motives, or about minor details of a show, that kind of thing. Sanders Sides is a very nice change of pace. 

My friends were very excited for my dog to watch DWIT. His name is somewhat similar to Remus’s name and he’s just kind of a stinker in general. Unfortunately, he fell asleep almost immediately. Puppy cuddles were nice and we had to keep the volume down to keep Dukey’s shrieking from waking him up.

We only have five more episodes left (both Asides episodes, the most recent bloop, YvY, the newest jam video; seven if you count the two “We Take Requests” videos). Really looking forward to it.

[hedgefairy]

Well hello there. While I'm waiting for that breeches video I've been talking about to finally upload, here's

Bridgerton, Episode 4

Phew, half time!

If you've missed the other ones, the tag is Bridgerbore, btw.

Okay, so we start of with Dukey who's going home-ish because drama and heartbreak in the last episode. Stop pretending, nobody takes your pouting seriously! We all know it's twu wuv!

Erm. So, I know, I'm white and this is a delicate matter, but I gotta say I'm not super happy about the whole POC-justifying explanation here. I'd much rather have no explanation at all, it worked perfectly well in Merlin, and this is just as much historically inspired fantasy just with less magic, which I'm honestly quite upset about. I'd be far more okayer with the costumes and overall ugh-ness if there was magic.

But honestly, I'm not a fan of shoehorning that explanation in (it doesn't seem to come up in the books, either, where everyone is basically a baguette in terms of whiteness). The fact that the implications aren't discussed any further makes it even worse. We're talking about the British empire here, and while POC are apparently part of the society (but with more pressure, which... no, this is not how nobility works) the wealth and luxury of this age still stems from the exploitation of POC everywhere else. How isn't there a revolution going on? How is this not talked about? From all I see, Bridgerton is a fluffy, pastel, nice alternate version of the 1800s, and I don't get why anyone would put politics in there instead of just doing what TV tropes refers to as "colourblind casting" and be done with it. Either you do the alternate history thing thoroughly, or you just cast people for being pretty (and maybe good actors) instead of the idea the audience might have about a character's skin colour and have weird costumes and just roll with it.

Also the Queen's marriage seems to suck. I would have liked a deeper, more heartbreaking connection between George III and her, especially because I saw how my Grandmother suffered when she gradually lost my Grandfather to dementia, and it would have been a scene where we could see Charlotte as a person rather than a weird plot device in tafetta and bling, but no, she just seems as annoyed and bored and snappish as ever.

This is getting far too serious. Where's the snark?

We get some Tchaikovsky in the background, which is weird, tbh. Yes, I'm perfectly fine with them covering Top 40s hits and using waltzes from the 1950s, but I draw the line at something from the second half of the 19th century! It's not right! It screams its time of origin all over the place, and even worse, most of the characters would probably actually get to hear it later in their lives, it's not a decent anachronism, it just feels like bad research! This is serious business!

No really, where's the snark?

Oooh, I get it now. That was when I was really, really done with bingeing this show. Yes, I tried to get through as much of it as possible in one sitting. The notes read, in very shaky handwriting

I cannot possibly take more than that

in one day

, so let's continue a few days later when I felt like I could muster the courage to face it again.

So yes, I'm pretty sure this waltz is to young for this show.

Aww, look at that, flirting over cheese! I also like that one of the Featherington girls (I can't really tell the non-Pennys apart) has a suitor, they deserve nice things, too.

The musicians are a mood.

WTF with the hair and the strass. We don't like the strass. Make it go away.

I love Prince Freddy. The poor boy. It's doomed from the start!

Ah, Dukey (also at the ball, even though he was whining about things earlier) gets a heartbeat in the background, because twu wuv.

Middle Bridgerbro goes and meets with the Bohéme. I want more of that! That's finally interesting! That's my people! There's a cool bohemian lady with a pretty dress! People look interesting! Aaaah!

There's a random 18th century burlesque singer at this Regency ball, we need to talk about this. Oooh, it's Opera Girl! Cue Lord B turning into even more of an idiot while Ma Bridgerton tries to hook him up otherwise.

Of course Philippa (that's one of the Featherington Girls) can't possibly have anything nice. Thanks, Dad. You don't get to marry someone you like, that's the people across the street's thing! (by which I of course mean the Bridgertons, just in case anyone forgot the location layout here.)

Eloise is being weird to the housekeeper.

"Are you not supposed to be the smart one", the housekeeper retorts and I'm feeling it, followed by a "WTH, hero" about how servants are too busy to be Gossip Girl, you privileged prat. I think I actually snorted.

Penny gossips with Ducktail Colin, but he's more interested in Cousin, whose dress looks like it was made from the cheap curtains my ex best friend had in his first semester at uni, and God, I hate Daphne's kerchief.

Poor Prince Freddie is trying to propose to Protagonis Girl but of course there's Dukey in the background so she simply must run outside as dramatically as possible where he can find her as she equally dramatically rips the necklace Freddie gave her from her milky white throat. P&P-ish banter ensues. Yawn.

Dukey: * broods *

Daphne: * dramatically exits *

Dukey: * romantically follows her*, and oooh, snogging ensues, oooooh, instant second base, but Bridgerbro the Eldest (known also as Lord B) intervenes.

Lord B: "Marry her!"

Dukey: "I can't!"

Lord B: "Bitch!"

Dukey: "I can't!"

Lord B: "I want satisfaction!"

Me: "Don't we all"

Daphne: "You'd rather die than marry me?!"

(the fuck with her hair)

Middle Bridgerbro is still at the Bohéme-party, and still draws (naked people!). Gay vibes ensue, it's cute. This is Netflix after all, and it took four episodes to get some LGBTQ+ representation!

The Featherington's housekeeper looks a lot like O'Brien from Downton.

Cousin tells Penny about what a cutie Ducktail Colin is, also Penny's "night gown" is really cute (it's not a night gown. She's still wearing stays. It's also the only thing in the whole series that fits her well so far). Penny is super upset but gets interrupted by a hyperfocused Eloise. They fight, and Penny goes on about being mature and not being a "pretty Bridgerton", and that Eloise wouldn't understand. I get her, though, and really, having a perfect family and a "bad" family is such lazy writing.

Somber blah blah between Lord B and Daphne happens and Middle Bridgerbro gets dragged into it. He's informed that his life is pretty much over either way (either way being Lord B dying or being exiled for killing Dukey in the scheduled duel) because his oder bro basically just wants out of his duties. Sucks to be him.

Boxing Bro has to host a frustrated, possibly blueballed Dukey and offers himself up as a second for the duel.

Lord B goes and pleads with Opera Girl to get back with him (doooooon't) because of his little duelling plot and of course intercourse ensues. Girl, where's your self-respect?

Lord F comes into his dark study (we haven't seen much of him yet overall, he probably was too busy gambling) and hark, there's Lady F like the mafia boss I feel she should be, wo berates him about said gambling and that they're broke and how much he sucks. He starts crying, thumbs up for male vulnerability!, but it's kinda played for laughs via her awkward patting of him. Because of course (and I bet the late Daddy Bridgerton would never have lost his composure like that, but he didn't gamble, either, and these are the Featheringtons)

Lord B leaves Opera Girl for THE DUEL (I feel like this almost deserves a ™ by now).

We get gallopping horses! The drama! The panache! Daphne asks Ducktail Colin where it's going down because she wants to stop them, insert pandering feminist ranting about her choosing her own life but I don't really feel it and I wonde where her bangs go when she sleeps because her hair looks so different all of a sudden.

Lord B makes Middle Bridgerbro promise to care for Opera Girl in case he dies.

More gallopping horses! Daphne and her billowing cloak are pretty epic, to be honest, and there's Ducktail Colin on her heels. It's basically a family outing now!

Ugh, I like the seconds in this duel so much more. They should just off and go for a pint or something and leave Lord B and Dukey to their misery.

Duelling protocol ensues. Ten steps, blah blah, nice camera work, though.

Daphne full on rides into her brother's bullet, but she's fine (it would have been so dramatic, can you imagine? It would have been interesting!).

Oh no, they were seen (by her romantic rival, back when they had the dramatic make-outery in the park at the ball after the botched proposal. Sorry, Cressida is such a much better name than Daaaaphneeee. I have a RPG character called Cressida, I might be biased.), she's ruined if they don't marry!. and so she is basically emotionally blackmailing him into marrying her. But he can "never give [her] children!", and goes on how she deserves a household full of love like her family home because the Bridgertons are such a perfect family. God, they all annoy me so much.

Daphne ends the duel by saying that the Duke and her are to be married, with a pained facial expression, no less. I think I just wanna throw a pie in her face or something.

And that concludes Episode 4. That was a long one! Only four more to go! So this is

To be Continued!

Thank you for making it this far with me!

[thereallinksstuff]

Uhm here's my first fic in like 8 years, I hope it isn't to bad.

Fandom : sander sides ,

Pairings: intrulogical, background royality hint of anxciet

Words: idk fahm

He felt the familiar tug of Thomas summoning them, he sighed in annoyance at being disturbed.

He popped up just like any other day he was summoned only this time everyone was staring at him. "Why are you all looking at me as though my head has turned into Barneys armpit?" 

"Uh....Nice outfit logan" Virgil managed through his suprise at logan not being in his normal tie and black polo.

Looking around the room at everyone staring at him, Logan realised he hadn't changed into his work clothes. No instead he was wearing large spiked combat boots, torn black skinny jeans, with a sleeveless punk rocker style Jean vest. Even his hair was a vibrant blue instead of the normal brown.

"Uhm...Logan? How come your dressed like that?" Patton had asked curiously.

being pulled from his thoughts by Patton's question logan turned to look at the fatherly side,

"Well it is not my usual attire, I am comfortable like this. I merely forgot to change before popping up. If you would all continue with the discussion you were having prior I would be grateful."

"I agree, let's get back on topic." 

Logan was thankful for their host for helping in getting everyone's eyes off of him.

For the next hour or so they discussed whether or not Thomas should do one thing or the other, He didn't pay much attention. He was too focused on a strange feeling (heh feeling) that someone was in his room.

As soon as Thomas had his issue resolved Logan was the first to say goodbye, of course with a reminder to drink water and be healthy, but he was out of there quickly.

When he got back to his room he didn't immediately see anyone there, curious as to why he felt like someone had been. Looking around his room he noted how all the books were in place, his bed was still neatly made, his closet doors were slightly open as he had left them. Taking a moment to double check inside his closet, he felt like someone had their eyes on him. As he walked out of his closet he noticed a small paper and box on his desk.

Making his way over he examined the note with a strange curiosity.

To Lo,

I have a proposition for you, if you would like more info, check the kitchen  ; )

From, someone.

As curious as Logan was about the note, he loved a good puzzle after all,  he looked inside the little box. Inside there was a small space pin that had 'viva la pluto' written on a small ribbon. To say he was shocked was an understatement, he was baffled as to who would have given him something so nice and who would have gone through the trouble of learning about his disdain for Pluto no longer being a planet. 'It is a planet, stupid people.' he thought as he placed the pin on his vest. Making his way down to the kitchen he noticed Patton making dinner with Roman and Virgil not around, possibly in their rooms.

"Hello Patton, I wanted to apologize for my appearance today with Thomas, I nearly forgot to change, I will make sure it doesn't happen again."

Turning around and smiling brightly at Logan, Patton just gave him a shrugging wave. " It's alright Logan, I think we were all just surprised to see you...all punked out." "I understand the confusion Pat, I tend to only allow myself to dress this comfortably when there is nothing that will need my sudden appearance."

He Gave Patton a small smile while looking around the room, he noticed a small deep blue note on the counter, "hey pat, who's the note for?"

Patton turned and followed Logan's gaze- " oh that? Im not sure who it's from but it's got your name on it." Logan walked over and picked up the note, choosing to pocket it for the moment. "Well I am going to go reorganize my books, I shall see you at dinner Patton." He finished saying as he walked into the shared living room. Pausing for just a moment to read the note.

To my Star

I know you like to read so check your favourite book to find the next clue

From someone cool.

As he made his way back up to his room he couldn't stop himself from theorizing who the notes were from, it wouldn't have been Patton as he was with Roman, and Roman well, to be honest he didn't think Roman would do something this simple..

As he entered his room, he almost immediately noticed ' the murder of Agitha Christy ' sitting on his bed- not on the shelf. Sitting down on his bed picking up the book, he fondly remembered the first time he read the book, it was such a nice memory. When he opened the book he saw the note, gently taking it out and setting the book back on his bed, he read the note.

To My Sun,

I know this has been short but here is your final clue, meet me where you'd least expect me, yet exactly where someone like me would be.

Love your admirer.

'My Admirer?' he thought to himself as he got up to return his book to its place. Thinking logically he slowly went through the list of who it could be, Patton and Roman were quickly ruled out seeing as they were together. Only for a moment did he think it'd be Virgil, but realizing that Virgil currently likes Deciet, it wouldn't be him.  Pacing back and forth in his room for a good 20 minutes he decides to try looking around the 'basement.'

No it wasn't really a basement more like where deciet and Remus chose to have their rooms.

Walking down the hallway that leads toward the 'dark sides' as Roman puts it, login again felt like he was being watched.

Making his was down to the common area for the 'dark' sides logan looked around seeing neither deciet or Remus. After a few moments of looking he sighed and thought out loud to himself. "who would send these notes, especially to me?' after all he was the 'nerd' he was logic. Although he didn't enjoy the nerd aesthetic as much as his punk one, he just couldn't get his thoughts to a conclusive answer about why someone would admire him.

Lost in his thoughts he didn't notice Remus come up from who knows where to stand right infront of him.

"HIYA Logan, whatcha doing down here?"

Be started into reality, login recomposed himself before answering, "I was looking for the author of some notes that I've been left, I am merley looking everywhere." He replied maybe. Little quickly, he had hoped Remus didn't pick up on it.

"Oh well, that sounds fun can I help you??"

Remus asked while bouncing on his feet, seemingly excited about being able to help someone. For a few moments logan questioned why Remus would want to help him, however he couldn't bring himself to a logical conclusion as to why he shouldn't let him help. He sat down on the couch that was behind him, and held the note out to Remus. "This is the last note I received however I do not know who the author is, and such I figured I just look around in places I wouldn't normally go." He finished with a huff, looking up towards Remus. He was reading the Note and doing his weird thinking face, Logan took this time to really get a look at Remus, he wasnt in his normal Dukey attire, he was wearing something more akin to how logan was dressed. Biker boots, ripped cutoff shorts, a black sleeveless t-shirt that read 'could be gayer' across the chest and a fully studded and patch covered Jacket. Logan laughed a little to himself about the similarities between his and remus's styles.

"Well, do you have an idea as to where I should look Re?"

Almost as if he had forgotten Logan was there Remus blinked then bounced right back into energy town. "I DO!!" He shouted and grabbed logan by the wrist. "I know this seems kinda crazy but just follow me!" Remus bounced forward dragging logan along with him. Ignoring the nice feeling of having someone else hold you, Logan followed after Remus, hoping it wasn't to far.

"Okay I'm gonna need you to close your eyes and trust me." Remus asked as he stopped in front of a door Logan didn't recognize. "May I ask why Remus, I do not wish to be the subject of your pranks."

Remus looked around quickly trying to come up with an excuse, not being able to think of a good one, he replied simply. "it's a surprise! But also because we have to cut through a part of my imagination. And I don't want you to be er.. grossed out?" Remus finished quietly, being considerate of the others feelings was a bit strange to Logan, seeing as Remus rarely did it, however he was more curious as to who the author of the notes was. He made the decision to trust Remus, and of he was honest with himself, he was hoping Remus was the author, seeing as he liked Remus for quite a while now.

"Alright Remus, I trust you to keep me safe, we can go when you are ready." Logan adjusted his glasses to look at Remus, who had been staring at logan with a wide grin plastered on, but slowly it wavered as he processed what logan had said. "You...you actually trust me enough to enter my imagination?" He asked, looking down rubbing his hands awkwardly together.

"Well yes, you may not have the nicest or cleanest thoughts and ideas, but you are a part of Thomas, and to be honest with you Remus, there are times when I prefer deciet and yours company more than the others. You are unpredictable and can be a bit much however, I have no reason to not trust you. You have never directly hurt me, or the others - well minus roman."  Hoping that He didn't pick up on the emotions behind his words, Logan let out a small breath he didn't realize he was holding as Remus bounced in excitement. "Okay, let's go!"

Grabbing Logan's hand instead of wrist this time, Remus pulled logan into his imagination as soon as the other's eyes were closed.

Logan now with his eyes closed and his hand in remus' , he hoped Remus knew where he was going, but then again, He tended to know a lot of weird things, so he let himself get pulled along what sounded like a dirt path. Every so often he would hear humming from Remus as the walked. It had only been 10 minutes of walking but to Login it felt like longer, what with his eyes being closed and all that.

"Okay stay right there with your eyes closed." Remus had asked him calmly, with what seemed like nervousness in his voice if only a little.

"I.. uh okay" Logan replied trying to show as little confusion as possible. He could hear Remus walk towards and open something but, without the visuals he couldn't identify it, so he waited patiently playing with the various spikes on his wristband.

Remus slowly walked back over to Logan, a bouquet of wilted flowers in his hands (he tried for days to make living flowers but couldnt)

He gently tapped logan on the shoulder, "okay you can open your eyes now" he said with such gentleness that the other had not heard before, slowly opening his eyes and looking at his surroundings, he couldn't help but to be shocked. Up in the night sky there were thousands of glowing stars with a large shining moon bathing both men in a nice calm light.

As Logan looked around he noticed the partially alive trees and bushes that surrounded the clearing they were in. Remus had a wonderful imagination,sure, there were random creatures wandering around and random dirty jokes personified everywhere but it was wonderful in its own way. He wondered why so few were willing to see it.

Finally looking over at Remus, Logan noticed how he was already looking at him, with a goofy grin on his face holding what seemed to be withered flowers. "I know you are a hesitant person sometimes and that you like to do things in the most logical order. However demented or disturbing to the other my ideas and thoughts are, you help them to understand me better. Which I can't thank you enough for. So Logan Sanders...would you like to...go kill people together?  LikeBoyfriendsShould? On a regular bases?"

It took a moment for logan to process all of what Remus had been saying, and if his thinking was right Remus was the author of the notes, and he was asking him out in a very Remus way...

For once Logan didn't have the words to respond, the side he has had feelings for, for a while is asking him out and to be his boyfriend. Before his logical thinking could stop him he stepped forward grabbing Remus by his jacket collar pulling him into a kiss.

Taking the kiss as a yes, Remus slid his hands around Logan's waist, kissing him back with passion in an attempt to communicate how happy he is. When they pull apart logan looks at him with a sparkle in his eyes that was usually reserved for learning. However right here right now, with Remus, in his imagination logan couldn't be happier, even with all his grossness or disturbing thoughts, Remus was the one for him.

"Thank you, and to verbally express my feelings, I accept your offer to be in a romantic relationship, Darling."

"Haha I figured from the kiss but thank you, to hear you say it makes my heart explode into a million pieces hahah." Leaning his head on Logan's shoulder the two sit and talk until dinner, to which they both go to, sharing glances and holding hands, much to everyone else's confusion. they lived punkily ever after.

I hope y'all like it, let me know if you do

Sorry for any errors in grammer or spelling, it isn't my strong suit

[the-duke-of-nuts]

Calling it right now that someone out there is gonna make a “Vase Theory” because Roman broke the RED vase

[hiddendreamer67]

Switching Sides

Summary: Deceit convinces Remus and Virgil to join him as disguising themselves as light sides: Deceit as Patton, Remus as Roman, and Virgil as Logan. It’s a surprise to no one when they’re caught. Afterwards, it’s discussed if Virgil has become a good person- er, side.

October Prompt #8: Switched

Check out more of my writing at @hiddendreamerwriting!

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“Ooh, would you look at that!” Remus purred, twisting his hips this way and that as he held out his wrist to inspect, playing with the golden cuff links. “Who knew my brother’s clothes were so loose?”

“Remus, if you thrust your hips in my direction a third time, I will stab you.” Deceit growled threateningly, in the process still of adjusting the prince costume to fit the more eccentric creativity. Virgil looked on, feeling a bit out of place.

“So… why do I have to be Logan again?” Virgil looked at the tie around his neck, already too tight. He went to loosen it, but a look from Deceit made him stop messing with it.

“Because I’m the only one who can play Patton.” Deceit stood up, dusting off the light blue polo he wore. It was strange, seeing ‘Patton’ act so calm and collected. It was obvious ‘Roman’ was still Remus, what with the way he kept wiggling his eyebrows, but it was still odd to see Remus without his mustache. “I would also be the most convincing Logan, but you have no pep and Remus has no morals.”

“Morals are boooooooring.” Remus groaned. “Let’s set some houses on fire!”

“Remus, if we pull this off, Thomas will listen to all your ideas.” Deceit assured him, wrapping an arm around Remus’ shoulders.

“What? No!” Virgil immediately protested. “That goes against my job, keeping Thomas safe!” 

Deceit frowned, coming closer to Virgil. “I was lying to him.” He explained quietly.

“...oh.”

“Now Virgil.” Deceit looked him dead in the eye, and Virgil shifted uncomfortably at seeing Patton’s face so serious. “You’re losing your touch. You’ve grown soft with them.”

“No, I...I haven’t.” Virgil defended himself lamely.

“Yes you have!” Remus piped up, not attempting to be subtle about your eavesdropping. “You didn’t even try to give a witty comeback there! You used to be all bark and no bite and now you’re not even a bark.”

“I’ll bark you right up a tree.” Virgil groaned, rubbing his forehead. “What? No, I- whatever. Creativity isn’t my thing.”

“I know- it’s mine.” Remus gave a smug little twirl. “Oooooh, I’m so excited to be center stage again! We should really switch things up more often.”

“We can’t, the others are never going to be okay with this.” Virgil warned.

“The others are never going to know.” Deceit gave Virgil a pointed look. “And so long as we pop in so that Thomas doesn’t actually summon them, Thomas is never going to know either.”

“What, you don’t think he’s going to suspect something when ‘Patton’ is telling him to do the opposite of yesterday, ‘Roman’ is unbelievably horny, and ‘Logan’ is a stuttering mess?” Virgil knew himself well enough to know he was no Logan. 

“Stop thinking of worst case scenarios.” Deceit instructed him, which was basically equivalent to telling a human being to stop breathing. “Thomas hardly listens to Logan, simply use some slang incorrectly and he’ll never suspect a thing.”

“And what about you two?” Virgil raised an eyebrow at Remus, who was looking beneath Roman’s clothes. “I doubt Dukey over there will be able to keep it in his pants.”

Deceit grimaced, seeming to be thinking along the same lines. “Yes… that might be our biggest challenge, but I have a few excuses up my sleeve. Mostly framing it as a change brought on by Thomas’ lack of ability to get a boyfriend.”

“So you’re going to guilt trip him.” Virgil’s expression darkened.

“It’s hardly a lie.” Deceit scoffed, which was rich coming from the embodiment of deception. “Why do you think Remus even exists? All those suppressed hormones had to be bottled up somewhere.”

“I think you mean whore-moans.” Remus teased.

“He did not.” Virgil deadpanned.

“But don’t you get it? It’s got whores and moaning! Man I’m really good at this pun thing, maybe I should be Patton.” Remus mused.

“No!” Deceit snapped. “No more switching around. I’m Morality, you’re Creativity, and you’re Logic.” Without another word he disappeared, and up above Virgil could hear the faint beginnings of his act.

Virgil frowned, glancing up and wondering if he should go get the light sides after all. He wasn’t a dark side anymore, they would listen to him… right? But was that what’s best for Thomas? Should Virgil be even worrying about what’s best for Thomas if Thomas was so clearly becoming a bad person? A normal human wouldn’t have nearly so many dark aspects of himself tucked away. But giving the controls over to the subconscious didn’t feel very safe, either.

Virgil’s frown deepened, fiddling with the tie again. Logan would know what to do- the real Logan. He’d know the best logical solution, even if Roman didn’t like it and Patton hated him for it.

“They’re never going to trust you again.”

Virgil’s head snapped up. Remus was grinning at him cheerfully from across the room, making Virgil feel like a cornered mouse. It was clear Remus had noticed the way Virgil was fondling the tie.

“Especially not Thomas.” Remus crowed. “Not after this. You know Logan doesn’t like others playing with his toys.” 

Virgil growled, watching Remus sink out to join Deceit above. He hated that that moron was right- it reminded him of the few times Roman had an admittedly good idea. 

The anxious side shook his head. He really was growing soft- why should he care if Thomas didn’t trust him? He didn’t need to trust him. Virgil did what he needed to do to protect Thomas, for better or worse. And if Thomas would be more willing to see Virgil’s reasoning if he was ‘Logic’... perhaps this really was for the best. Logan was always able to keep Patton and Roman in check, surely Virgil could do the same with Deceit and Remus. It’s for the best.

Despite telling himself this, Virgil felt a sick feeling in his stomach as he rose up to fill the final spot.

“Logan’s here!” Deceit cheered, in a way that Virgil could almost believe it was Patton. Almost.

“Yes, hello Patton.” Virgil greeted awkwardly, shifting to try and adjust his posture. Logan stood up straight, he didn’t slouch. “Thomas, what’s…” Virgil trailed off, his words caught in his throat for a moment as he looked to the human himself. Thomas was looking to him with such pure confusion, in a way that made it clear that he wanted answers and trusted no one else to tell him the truth. 

Even on the best of days, Thomas never looked at Virgil that way. Anxiety had to be kept at a distance and feared.

“Cat got your tongue, Nerdy Numby?” Remus tilted his head curiously, and Virgil caught a dangerous glint in his eye clearly urging Virgil to speak.

“I seem to be… out of the loop.” Virgil cleared his throat, forcing himself to meet Thomas’ expression. Oh good lord, now Thomas was looking at him with concern, too. Thomas was concerned for him! Well not him, but Logan, and- “What seems to be troubling you, Thomas?”

Thomas frowned, looking around at the three of them. “...you’re acting weird.” He decided.

Tug.

“Whaaaaaaat?” Remus laughed awkwardly, in a way that perfectly resembled his light brother’s insecurities. “Thomas, I would never hide anything from you!”

“Roman, you’re freaking me out.” Thomas winced. “You’re kind of sounding like…”

Tug. 

“Roman’s not feeling very well.” Deceit wrung his hands nervously, the picture of an innocent lamb. “It’s all this talk of being good or bad or grey, it’s got him feeling… not so glittery! And I mean, how can a person really be grey, you can’t be a color-”

“Patton, you’re deflecting again.” Thomas pointed accusingly 

TUG. 

Virgil’s eyes widened in sudden recognition of the tugging sensation in his gut, recognizing the pull of a summoning. “Thomas, you’re getting quite anxious.” Virgil said, a bit louder than necessary as he gave the other two a warning glance.

“And that’s just it!” Thomas threw his arms up in exasperation, the tugging getting even stronger to the point where Virgil had to cling to the stair post to stay upright. “Of course I’m feeling anxious, you all are acting like- like kooky cookies and yet despite this unpleasant feeling that something is absolutely wrong Virgil is nowhere to be-”

CRASH!

All heads whipped around to Virgil, who had been all but thrown against the wall in his usual spot. He groaned, slowly standing up. The glasses he wore were skewed and the tie had become ruffled in the chaos of so forcefully changing spots. Well, guess that was one way to tell when Thomas needed him.

“...Logan?” Thomas murmured, looking hurt and confused as Virgil hunched in on himself. 

“Yes?” All dark sides froze, a chill going up their backs as the real Logan popped into place. He gave Virgil a considering look. “...why are you in my garments, Virgil?”

“Wait, Virgil?” Thomas looked around, giving all sides present a wary glance. “What about you, Patton?”

“I’m just as confused as you are, Kiddo.” Deceit shrugged meekly. Thomas gave Logan an inquisitive glance, wanting the truth. 

“Deceit!” Logan exclaimed, revealing the impostor with an exuberant point of his finger.

“Oh dear, nothing gets by you, does it, Logan?” Deceit rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest as his scales reappeared. 

“And you’re Remus!” Thomas accused, pointing to the one in princely garb.

“Yours unruly!” Remus grinned, his mustache reappearing. “My brother’s a bit tied up at the moment.”

“Don’t wink when you say that.” Virgil groaned. 

“Thomas, it appears that the previously subconscious aspects attempted to trick you into believing they were Patton, Roman, and myself.” Logan informed him, stating what was now the obvious.

“Well yeah, thanks Logan, I got that far.” Thomas squinted at each impostor in turn. “I mean, I’d expect that from you two, but…” Thomas’ gaze fell on Virgil, and Virgil felt the immediate urge to sink down into the subconsciousness forever. “Why’d you do it, Virge?”

“I…” Virgil’s tongue felt like sandpaper, and he focused on taking off the glasses instead of answering the question. 

“I’m quite curious about that, as well.” Logan admitted, looking at Virgil intently but not yet with judgement. Virgil closed his eyes, wishing he wasn’t about to destroy all of that trust.

“...you really should keep better track of your sides, Thomas.” Deceit spoke up, drawing all attention to him as he inspected his nails. Or were they still Patton’s nails? “They’re getting too easy to manipulate.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow, on edge and wondering what sort of scheme Deceit was plotting now.

“First it was Patton, then Roman, now Virgil…” Deceit tsked, looking up to Logan. “I think Logic is next to be knocked down a peg, don’t you?”

“Impossible.” Logan informed him with a scoff. “Knowledge and reasoning are not so easily swayed as those who base their crucial functions on the unsteady structure that is emotions and- ugh- feelings.”

“I doubt that there’s not a chink in your armor.” Deceit hummed. “After all, Virgil had Thomas fooled that he was a good side.”

“Virgil is a good side!” Thomas insisted, and Virgil’s heart couldn’t decide if it wanted to swell in size of shatter entirely. 

“Is he?” Deceit looked unconvinced. “How incredibly naive of you. I think Virgil is as good a side as you are a good person.”

“I… I am a good person.” Thomas said slowly.

“You hesitated!” Remus was quick to point out happily. “Come now Thomas, join the dark side, live a little looser.”

“Virgil and Thomas are equally good, considering ‘goodness’ is a social construct and arguably meaningless.” Logan didn’t seem to be filling either with much faith. “Despite Virgil’s strange actions today, his record indicates that he intends to protect Thomas. For this reason, we can conclude that he has a ‘good’ average, so to speak, despite morality not being mathematically quantifiable-”

“Logan, we need English, buddy.” Thomas interrupted.

Logan sighed, but he took a moment to readjust his wording. “Thomas, you trust Virgil to be good, yes?” 

Thomas looked to Virgil, staring at the anxious side for a very long time. “Of course I do.” He said finally.

“Then he is, inevitably, good.” Logan gave a decisive nod. “We are only figments of your consciousness. Our capability to be helpful and sincere is dependent on your perception of us.”

“And what about Tommy-Boy himself?” Remus argued. “If he’s bad, we’re bad.”

“Perhaps, but-”

“No butt’s about it!” Remus joked, giving a cheeky grin.

Logan gave him an unimpressed look, not a fan of being interrupted. “Perhaps, however, we have been figuratively running in circles deciding if Thomas is a ‘good’ or ‘bad’ person. The fact of the matter is we have no control over how others view him morally. It becomes not an issue of who Thomas is, but rather who you trust him to be.” 

Logan turned, his attention now focused to Virgil. “It is logical to have fears about how others will view Thomas, but worrying excessively will drive Thomas to be unproductive and miserable, stuck unable to decide for himself. Sometimes it is necessary to take a step back, reevaluate your purpose and trust others to do their function. Taking control of responsibilities that are not your own will only hinder the system as a whole.”

Virgil coughed, awkwardly rubbing his neck in shame. “That uh… that’s a real long-winded way to tell us to ‘stay in our lane’.” 

“Oh Logan, I’ve been thoroughly scolded.” Deceit bat his own hand sarcastically, looking no less repetitive. “How you’ve thwarted me again. I certainly won’t be back.” With this ominous note, Deceit sunk out.

“Bye Tomma-lomma-ding-dong, see you in your dreams~!” Remus waggled his fingers, sinking out as well.

“Please don’t.” A weary Thomas sighed, wondering what Remus would have in store for him tonight.

Virgil shifted, feeling uncomfortable. “...guess that’s my queue.” He felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave, but at the same time a small, desperate part of him willed anybody to stop him, to say he hadn’t forever screwed up the meager amount of acceptance he had gained the past few years.

Uninterrupted, Virgil sunk out, and a moment later Logan was beside him in the mind palace as well.

“Please return my articles of clothing to my room once they are cleaned.” Logan instructed. 

Virgil cringed. “Yeah, sure thing.” The clothes felt uncomfortably exposing now, showing far too much skin. Virgil didn’t know how Logan could stand being so vulnerable. “...Sorry.”

“Apology accepted, Virgil.” Logan nodded in thanks. “I will see you tomorrow.” 

“You will?” Virgil did little to hide the surprise in his tone. 

“Yes?” Logan gave him a confused glance. “You and I are critiquing Roman’s suggestions, are we not?”

“I… kinda thought you’d never want to see me again.” Virgil admitted. 

“That very idea is absurd.” Logan adjusted his tie. “We occupy the same mind, it is impossible to avoid contact entirely.”

“No, i mean…” Virgil groaned, rubbing his hand down his face. “I totally was an ass today! I tried to switch back to my old habits, and I almost hurt Thomas.”

“...but you did not.”

“But I could’ve.”

“You did not.” Logan insisted. “It is logical for you to have relapses into less than ideal behaviors, but regardless of your darker habits it is clear that you are no longer the individual you once were. Your old allies made that clear today.”

“I...I guess they did.” Virgil wasn’t sure how to feel about that. The isolation was- good? It meant he was a light side, at least in their eyes. 

“In your case, I would be more worried about the mental images you have now supplied Thomas.” Logan allowed himself a sly smirk. “I’m certain Roman will be quite amused when a lot of strange materials appear in his half of the dream workshop tonight, likely featuring you as a typical ‘nerd’.”

Virgil went ghostly pale, realizing his fatal error. “...oh no.”

Logan chuckled, giving Virgil an only slightly awkward pat on the back. “It is… reassuring to have you on our side, Virgil.”

[rainbow-filmnerd]

Another Top 5 Favorite Sanders Sides Videos (1/5)

In honor of the one-year anniversary of me watching Sanders Sides for the first time and becoming a Fander, I’ve decided to count down ANOTHER Top 5 Favorite Sanders Sides videos! If you didn’t see a video you think I should have discussed, be sure to check out the first list!

#5 is... “Dealing with INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS”

GENERAL THOUGHTS

This was the first new video I watched since I became a Fander. I still remember seeing this video on my subscription feed while at my college orientation, but I had to watch it after I got home. And boy, at the time, was it worth it! I wasn’t aware that another Sanders Sides video was in the making, so that really added to the experience.

I’ll be honest when I say that at first, I did NOT care for Remus at all. I eventually got used to him (I think it was after a Fander said that Remus reminded them of Betelgeuse), but he’s still my least favorite of the Sides it doesn’t imply that I hate him!, primarily because the others outshine him imo. So, he had a really good introduction into this series.

The video as a whole was really well done. I loved the role Logan had to play and it made me grow to like him more. I also really liked what was discussed in this video, especially at the near end before Remus sank out and before popping up again after Roman gets back up.

FAVORITE PARTS/LINES OF DIALOGUE (in no particular order)

Although not my favorite song, “Forbidden Fruit” has one of my favorite edited sequences of the whole Sanders Sides series! It’s just so well done, and I was blown away the first time I saw it!

I noticed this as I was rewatching the sequence, but Remus stole something out of Thomas’s back pocket. I think that was his wallet!

“Secrets, secrets are no fun. Tell me now, or else we’re done.”

Tired Thomas flicking, and pretty much him in the first minutes of the actual video.

And then seeing Thomas go to the couch and take a quick rest. Ah! I love it!

Remus trying and failing to distract everyone with that demon-like screech.

“Your most extreme reaction is an eyebrow raise.” “FALSEHOOD!” *snaps fingers* “I stand corrected.”

Remus spewing a few disturbing thoughts REALLY made me feel uncomfortable (most notably, the nails on a chalkboard bit).

“I said... FIRGUREATIVELY. And that is why I say it. THAT! IS! WHY! I! SAY! IT!”

Virgil’s Dark Side revelation gets me feeling emotional the more I watch the video. Honestly, I thought it was already confirmed before this video, but mentioned by Thomas and his team. Overall, the scene still breaks my heart for my favorite stormcloud.

“Mystery loves company!” “N-. It’s ‘misery loves company’.”

Remus continuously shouting “Poopy!” like a fussy, attention-desperate child.

Virgil’s ‘accidental’ “sushi” pun.

Patton scolding Remus to put his ears back on.

“Since we call Roman ‘Princey’, does that mean we should call you... ‘Dukey’?”

And then that shot of Virgil containing his laughter. XD

Remus’s first entrance still freaks me out. Also, loved the soft piano cues of “Forbidden Fruit” whenever we got a shot of him on screen before knocking Roman out.

“Whoa, you guys are acting fishier than the Kraken’s crack.”

Patton clearly getting distraught about “animal torture”. Precious boi.

Virgil signaling Patton to stop talking just releases chaotic energy.

“We’re going to talk about something else now, okay? Patton, what are we talking about?” “Uh... 2005′s Just Like Heaven starring Mark Ruffalo and Reese Witherspoon?” “... Sure.”

Patton mentioning “b-hole”. Again, precious boi.

“Why wouldn’t it have been easy to say...? It was an 8-word sentence that’s... not laborious.”

The shot with Remus and Logan face-to-face with each other. SO GOOD!!!!

Logan and Patton trying out the White Bear experiment.

“Patton! Did a real good job!”

Knowing what happens in the end of “Putting Others First”, was Roman’s ‘realization’ foreshadowing of those events?

“What is my deal? Uh, b*tch, what is YOUR deal?”

Virgil calling Remus a “common cold”. Just that quick development from being scared to realizing how much of a lesser threat Remus gave me chills/good vibes.

“Alright, alright, alright! Am I right?” “That was not alright.” “That word’s been used so much now that it sounds all... wrong.”

Logan being unfazed by Remus throughout this entire video.

Low-key didn’t wanna know what “dork” could also mean, but I still got a good chuckle from it.

“Block out all the juicy stuff~.” “Don’t say ‘juicy’ in that context!” “Uh... juicy butthole?” “LESS okay!”

Patton looking at Virgil and gasping at him after calling him a “b*st**d”.

“No, Mommy, I don’t want the mashed potatoes.”

Logan being really cool throughout this video. I know I’ve said it, but there’s too many moments for me to explain here. XD

“So... we’re back to repression then? Logan said that that doesn’t work!” “That’s what repression is?!” Bless you, Patton.

Roman saying and doing a few of the exact same dorky things as Remus (most notably “Oh, shut up, nerdy Wolverine!” and their exits “BYEEE!!!!”)

“I’d say you just reek... FIGURATIVELY.” “Also, literally, though.”

That endcard scene.

“Of course you’re not a chick; you’re a metaphysical human being. A chick is a newly-hatched bird.”

[gothambydaylight]

the fool (specifically nicknames from your siblings, please?)

“do you have any nicknames?”

well, there’s daisy duke. I don’t like it, that’s already been discussed. tim and I nerd out together, so we’re the nerd bros. brad calls me dukey, which... eh. cass has the little sun emoji for me. all of us, including me, make the royalty duke jokes. but otherwise, I don’t think my name actually opens itself up to nicknaming opportunities that much, which is honestly a relief.