#it WOULD kinda be funny to me if orange and patton had little to no beef with each other.

[creativitwin]

“i don’t want the orange side to be patton’s brother,” i say. and then i make my interpretation of the orange side represent wrath AND justice

[mimssides]

Life on Crow Avenue: Part 3

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“I swear to god, Patton, if you’re going to flirt with this man for the whole evening, I’m going to change tables,” Logan complained anew and shot Patton a dirty look.

Patton nudged the smaller man in the side and shook his head with a big grin.

“Come on, Lo” he said barely defending himself, “I’m not that bad.”

“You have been talking about this Remus since you saw him outside two days ago! What is it about this man that riles you up so much? The moustache? The absence of any body fat? The terribly orange beanie?”

Patton snickered and watched his friend before taking a deflective sip from his drink. He liked Remus’s moustache and thought that he was generally good looking and also could get behind the fashion statement of terribly orange beanies. But it was not what attracted him to the man. It was something else. Something sad and forgotten, something that usually attracted him in men.

And yet Remus was somehow different. He was odd and bold enough to speak freely without restriction, but then again was so patient and kind with his customers. Even when speaking with him, there was kindness in the core of his words. Something so gentle and hidden by so much loudness and a façade which Patton believed Remus did not want to hold up at all.

But probably Logan was right and Patton was all over his head again. It wouldn’t be a first and he turned to look to his friend, who was checking something on his phone. Logan was quite a bit shorter than him, had short orderly slicked back dark brown hair and wore a black turtleneck pullover and dark navy slacks. This particular outfit was meant for night outs, and Patton was very fond of it. It just was so nice seeing him not wear his tie and even put in contact lenses instead of his glasses. Not that he not liked the rectangular glasses of his friend, he just knew that it was a form for Logan to dress up, make himself feel a little special and Patton appreciated it that he did that every single Friday when they went out together.

Patton loved their Friday night outs. He loved the atmosphere of the little bar, the dark brick walls, the creaking floor, the posters of Jazz legends, he had never bothered to look up. Jazz music played pleasantly in the background through and Patton sat in their usual corner booth with Logan, where he had a general overview of the whole bar. It was always fun to do people watching here and the bartender, James, knew both him and Logan all too well. Patton always made an effort to go and talk with him, when it got late and most patrons had left for the night.

But now Patton looked over to the band at the other side of the room. Janus sat his chair, usual yellow shirt, black waistcoat and the black suit jacket hanging over the back lean of the chair. He was speaking with a few of his band colleagues and looked as suave and charming as ever. He had not been the worst man to have a fling with and Patton did not regret that one night at all.

Then Patton checked the time and glanced over to the door. It was about time for them to show up. Patton was certain they would. No doubt.

But it was almost half past seven and Patton started to feel a little nervous since-

Just then the door opened and two men entered, one with a not so orange beanie, who was clearly looking for him. Patton smiled widely and yanked his hand in the air to catch Remus’s attention. He probably had not needed to do that as Remus had started grinning before he had begun to wave and pulled his companion towards Patton and Logan’s table.

Quickly, Patton nudged Logan in the arm not looking away from the two men. He had seen them both from afar in their work attire but this hit quite differently. Remus wore make-up and a different beanie than this afternoon. And his clothes were so fun and colourful! And he wore pink shoelaces!

Meanwhile, next to him, Logan was about to ask what Patton was so excited about when he spotted the two men from the florist shop. The one in front was Remus, Logan recalled. He looked a little less pale than he remembered and seemed to have cleaned himself up quite a bit. He looked almost presentable; Logan had to admit to himself.

The man behind ought to be Roman. Remus had told Logan so at least at the opening, since the other had been occupied with some middle-aged women, who had come to inspect the new flower shop in town. Next to each other Roman and Remus looked rather similar and Logan’s suspicion that the two were related grew. Yet before he could muse longer the two had reached the table and Patton slid out of the booth to stand up and greet the pair.

“You made it!” Patton exclaimed happily and pulled Remus in a hug.

Logan rolled his eyes, as Roman’s expression changed from a surprised one into a smug one and he crossed his arms casually.

“I said we would, Poppy,” Remus said just as joyously when they parted and stepped to the side to introduce Roman. “Ro, this is Patton. Patton this is Roman, my brother. Think, I didn’t mention that before.”

“Figures that he’d forget that. Hello Patton! It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Roman greeted the tattoo artist with a wave followed by a light bow of his head.

Patton made a funny face but then grinned and said: “Pleasure is all mine, Roman! You’ve met Logan here before?”

Roman and Remus turned their attention to the small man behind the table, who simply nodded at the two. Roman smiled cordially and Remus smirked with mischief glittering in his eyes.

“That’s the guy, who’s glared this terrible woman down who was complaining about the little pride flag we have on the counter! Never saw someone turn around and walk away so ridiculously like her in my whole life!”

Remus grinned and Logan just stared at him in slight disbelief. How could this man believe that this was an acceptable way to start a conversation?

“Oh, now I get behind why you said Lo has rage in his eyes! If that was the first thing he did when you two first met, he’ll definitely made an intimidating first impression!” Patton said oddly cheerful.

And as both men in their colourful attires stared at each other, Logan exchanged a look with Roman who seemed to be just as frustrated as him. Then Roman gave him an apologizing shrug and put his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“You know, you could just have said that he had come to the opening instead of mentioning - this woman first thing when we get to know new people. Anyway, I’m sorry for his behaviour, Logan. He has little filter in his best day and less than none at his worst,” Roman tried to smooth the tides with the bookstore owner.

Logan raised his eyebrows and looked form Roman over to Patton, who did not seem to understand what the whole fuzz was about but looked concerned ever the less. Certainly, he had sensed Logan’s unpleasantness by now which was probably the source of his concern.

But then again, Logan had been insulted far worse in his life than by this misplaced comment from a strange man in an eye staining outfit. He did not need to concern Patton just because of one jab that did not really sting and ruin their Friday jazz night with it.

“It is quite alright, Roman. I’ve been insulted worse before,” Logan said and put his glass up to his lips to take a drink.

“Lo-” Patton started but was promptly cut off as Remus took the word.

“Insulted? That wasn’t by any means an insult! That was rad! I would have loved to listen what angry words flew through that big brains of yours as you glared her down, but am kinda grateful that you held back and didn’t make a scene at our opening day. Would have been bad for business, I guess.”

Taking a sip had not been the smartest move, as the liquid now was stuck in Logan’s throat. Only with great control he managed to swallow it and then cleared his throat, immensely grateful for his darker complexion, so the strange florist could not see his flush.

“Well in that case,” Logan uttered in the hope to play his awkward pause down, “excuse the misinterpretation. Yet I do not see how my actions were in any way remarkable or “rad” as you put it.”

Remus shot him a lopsided grin and then looked over to Patton who shrugged in response. The tattoo artist then started sliding back into the booth and motioned Remus and Roman to sit with them. Remus was quick behind Patton, as Roman took the seat to the edge of the table next to Remus and gave the place a look through.

“Well, to me the whole thing was totally rad! You’re an interesting guy and the pastel cutie, here -” Remus patted Patton on the shoulder – “only kept mentioning you, so I’m even more curious!”

Logan’s demeanour shifted and with something that could have been interpreted as amusement and raised his eyebrows and looked to Patton as he rested his chin on his hand.

“Well, I can’t miss a chance to show off my best friend, can I?” Patton said a little sheepishly.

Logan rolled his eyes as Remus quirked up his eyebrow. That stoic façade of the bookshop owner broke down quickly. There must be some history in between the two of them, Remus suspected but did not get to muse longer about his whim, when Roman nudged him in the arm and let out a gasp.

Both Patton and Logan looked curiously over to Roman who now turned to Remus. Quick he pointed over to the jazz ensemble at the other end of the room and asked: “Which one of them we’re here to see?”

“Guy on the chair with the saxophone, if my eyes don’t betray me,” Remus answered and shot a quick look over his shoulder to Patton to confirm that he was indeed right.

“Yes,” Patton said and set his arms on the table, “that’s Janus right there.”

As the name fell Roman’s eyes lit up and he looked back to the man on the chair for a moment.

“Janus, you say? Funny.”

“Yeah! J-anus is a really funny name!” Remus cackled and promptly earned a heavy shove into the side by his brother.

Offended Roman glared at Remus, who rubbed his arm, blinked a few times before it dawned on him and he let out a groan.

“I did not mean that!” Roman hissed and pressed his lips together as Remus nodded with an annoyed expression.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it now. But since when are you falling for guys you’ve seen from like a 50 feet distance? You’re usually a lot pickier.”

“I’m not picky! I have taste,” Roman said smugly and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Also, I’ve already seen him today. However, I didn’t think we’d meet so soon again.”

Roman’s voice trailed off as he turned back to look at the man with the saxophone. He did not look over to their table but was intertwined in a conversation with the bassist and the banjo player, talking smoothly and readjusting the hat on his head. Patton had seen him like this many times. This was the most relaxed but also the most enthusiastic they usually got to see Janus and he could see very well, why Roman was so fascinated with the man. Patton himself had been charmed by his flair and charms as well but somehow, he doubted that Roman really understood what kind of man Janus was. What was kind of character he had beyond the persona, which he played so well.

“Oh, apparently today we’re honoured by the Virgil’s presence,” Logan ripped Patton out of his thoughts and he looked over to the bar’s entrance.

The brother’s turned to see about whom they were talking and spotted a thin, tall man entering the bar. He had an undercut and the black hair on top of his head was braided in small braids, in which some purple beads were woven in. He wore a black hoodie with purple sleeves and black leggings with a spider net pattern on it, as well as a pair of black sneakers. He seemed nervous, looked around and froze for a moment when he noticed the twins sitting next to Patton and Logan.

Patton knew instantly that he was thinking about just turning around and leaving again, but as he started waving, the tall man sighed and continued walking towards them. As he came closer Patton smiled happily and greeted him warmly: “Virgil! It’s so nice of you to join us tonight!”

Virgil rolled his eyes and only barely managed to make fleeting eye contact with the brothers, as he took the chair next to Logan and then focused back on Patton. Roman and Remus assumed that he was a bit younger than the two other men and they themselves. Probably something around twenty.

“Yeah, yeah, Pops, hello to you too. Promised uncle J to come by tonight. Thought, I could not always turn him down,” Virgil replied and fumbled on the wood at the edge of the table.

“That is very nice of you! Do you think you have two more greetings for our guests in you?”

Had anybody but Patton asked this question, they would have come off as sarcastic and belittling. But the tone the tattoo artist used made it crystal clear that he was genuinely asking for Virgil to greet Roman and Remus properly.

Virgil sat up a bit and squinted over to the brothers. He scrunched his nose a little to which Roman leaned back while demonstratively crossing his arms in front of his chest, as Remus tilted his head curiously.

“Sup’? I’m Virgil. Good to see ya and stuff,” Virgil mumbled and looked down on his fingers.

Promptly Remus started to chuckle and scratched his nose. This man was a mess. And Remus loved to mess with messes.

“Hello, beanpole! I’m Remus and this is my brother Roman and you look as excited to be here as a fish slowly drying out in the desert. So, how does it come that you got your ass out of your hole and sit here with four old geezers like us, huh?”

“We’re not old!” Roman protested offendedly as Logan supressed a snort and Patton just pressed his lips together.

“To this one? We’re probably ancient,” Remus slurred and shot a look to Virgil.

Virgil frowned and said as he shook his head: “How old do you think I am? Twelve? None of you are old, evil Luigi.”

Remus laughed at the comment and slammed his fist on the table while doing so. Virgil shot a look over to Patton and Logan who both did not know what exactly was so funny to the florist. Meanwhile Roman simply buried his head in his hands. He loved his brother but there were days when he just wanted to end him on the spot.

Yet before anyone could say or do anything else, the playlist from the loudspeakers stopped and was replaced by the jazz ensemble on the other side.

And Roman forgot to be annoyed at his brother and just glanced over to the little ensemble, which started playing. Jazz was not what he usually listened to. He was not sure what instruments belonged into a jazz ensemble and on the top of his head he couldn’t recall any jazz musician except for Louis Armstrong. But that could not bother him any less at the moment. Not when he felt himself drift away and get looped into a rhythm that felt a little otherworldly to him.

Remus noticed quickly and grew quieter. It has been a long time, since they had been at a life music event and he did not want to ruin that for his brother. Logan too seemed rather captured by the music and Remus kept his voice down as he started to converse with Patton for a bit. A few minutes in Virgil said he’d get a few drinks and asked Remus if he wanted something as well, who then asked for a beer and any sweet mocktail they served. Virgil nodded and got their drinks, as the music played and time passed.

Waiting for their drinks Virgil leaned against the bar and watched his uncle play, before he glanced over to their table. When was the last time he had someone seen stare so smitten at his uncle? And why did this particular guy have to have the weirdest man for a brother? What was it with Janus and his ability to draw chaos into their lives with his stupid flings?

Virgil’s beer came and he took a sip and sighed. Maybe he’d find out tonight, he thought, and took the two other glasses and went back to their table.

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[ambersky0319]

Uhm, heya. I saw that you were accepting prompts? I have a Loceit one if you want to do it. -Since Deceit is the one known to be the Side who decides whom Thomas meets, perhaps not all of them are happy that he won't let them meet Thomas. Perhaps one of them find out about his not-so-tiny crush on the Logical Side and kidnaps him to use against Deceit? Maybe even hurts Logan a bit to piss him off. 💙💛 You don't have to do the prompt if you can't. Also, I wanna say that I love your writing ❤️

This was actually really fun to write and it’s over 3k words long- also it’s more pre-loceit but like, very close to them getting together?? You’ll see what I mean. Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings : Literal embodiment of Repression, blood/blood mentions(fairly brief), kidnapping, morally gray sides excluding Logan and Deceit, ask if I should add anything else!

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Logan’s head throbbed as he slowly regained consciousness. He bit his lip as the pain only grew, and he lifted his head up slightly, squinting. He was surrounded by a muted and dull brown on all sides, with walls decorated in nothing but filing cabinet after cabinet. Logan furrowed his brow, he didn’t recognize where he was, and couldn’t recall what had even happened.

Maybe Remus had hit him over the head with his morning star, trying to surprise attack Logan again? But Logan could always dodge those. And even when he was hit, he’d never gone unconscious. Remus wouldn’t really have any use of trying him up and leaving him in this dull of a room, either.

“Ah, you’re awake!”

Logan snapped his head to the side at the voice, wincing as his vision grew dizzy for a moment. His captor tutted, shaking his head. “I’d be careful, Logic darling, don’t want to be in so much pain so soon! Besides, I kinda need you to be able to see everything I intend to do.”

The side was dressed in all orange in varying tones. He was much shorter than Logan, even when Logan was tied to the chair Logan was still about a head taller than this side. But that’s not what struck Logan, no. It was the fact that the side had what appeared to be scars all over his face, but the scars were like portals into a bright, painful orange galaxy. What seemed to be stars swirled in these patches of skin, and the side raised a brow when he realized Logan wasn’t listening to him.

“Logic, you should really stop being so curious.” The side hissed, resting his hand on Logan’s shoulder. The gloves he was wearing a moment earlier disappeared, and he squeezed Logan’s shoulder tightly. Logan’s eyes widened, but when he tried to speak, nothing came out but a slight squeak and his throat suddenly felt numb. The side laughed at Logan’s worried expression, and Logan had never seen a smile on anyone look so sinister.

“Wonderful what I can do, yes? Oh, but losing your voice is only the start, Logic. I can do so much more.” The side released Logan’s shoulder, trailing his hand up to grip Logan’s jaw. His smile disappeared. “But I need to remember to not hurt you too badly, make sure you’re still useful to Thomas. And make sure you’re still pretty enough for Deceit to want to save you.” He tilted his head. “I doubt he’d be happy if he knew I scratched you up.”

Logan’s expression morphed to one of confusion, and the side stared into Logan’s eyes for a long moment, as though reading Logan like Logan was an open child’s book. “You don’t know, do you?” When Logan’s expression didn’t change, the side cackled. “Oh! This is going to be more fun than I thought!” He began to trail his fingers down Logan again, stopping at where his heart was.

He grinned. “You know, Logic, you’re very lucky I was the one to take you. Imagine what you can tell the others once you go back up there, and they start fretting over you. You were repressed. Imagine that, logic being repressed?” The side, Repression Logan now assumed, hummed as he began to unbutton Logan’s shirt to have better access to his chest. Logan could only stare at the side and feel his heart rate increase as he began to feel the panic creeping up on him.

Repression pushed the shirt back, and Logan shivered as his cold fingers gently moved across his bare skin. He returned his hand to where it had been above Logan’s heart, and he traced the area, scratching the pale skin there. “Though maybe no one will fret over you. They haven’t noticed you gone just yet, and it’s already been about a day. Do you want to know what they’ve done without you, Logic?”

The side stared up at Logan with feigned innocence, and when Logan shook his head slightly, the side grinned. “You don’t want to know, do you? You’re afraid that they were happier without you, that Thomas was happier without you there. You don’t want to know because you don’t want all of your irrational thoughts to wind up actually being true.” Logan was starting to hyperventilate as Repression continued to speak, digging his nails into Logan’s skin further, starting to draw blood.

“I’m going to reveal everything to you, Logic. Each little thought that you’ve had that is true. What the others really think about you. I’ll show you how Thomas really feels when you come up to ruin all their fun. And you know what? I bet I can do it before anyone even realizes you’re gone.” He laughed slightly. “Well, everyone but Deceit. I need Deceit to know you’re gone. If he didn’t, then this would all be pointless.”

Repression finally drew his fingers away from Logan’s chest. His nails were coated in a thin layer of blood, and Logan felt as if his heart had suddenly become heavy, like a rock was lodged in his chest instead. 

He examined his fingers. “I’m going to need more of your blood…” he trailed off for only a moment before a small knife appeared in his hand. “Surely you don’t mind, do you Logic?” Repression didn’t wait for Logan to even attempt to protest before he started cutting at Logan’s exposed shoulder.

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“Shit, shit, shit, shit-” Deceit hissed to himself as he read the note again, trying to remember who’s handwriting was staring back up at him. He hadn’t anticipated for this to happen, hell, he didn’t get why any of the hidden sides wanted to be introduced to Thomas! He wasn’t only just doing his job, keeping them away, but he was protecting them! Deceit knew that Thomas would never listen to them because they were dark sides.

The note, written in dark red ink that was unmistakably dried blood, was a demand. A demand Deceit knew he couldn’t fulfill if he wanted to keep Thomas safe. But he couldn’t keep Thomas safe if the embodiment of logic was taken hostage and was being repressed-

“Fucking hell Res!” Deceit hissed, everything coming together now. Oh, this wasn’t good. Not one bit.

Deceit looked at the television, black because Thomas was asleep now. But it all made sense. Today Thomas had been recording a video, and Logan hadn’t popped in once. It seemed the others didn’t notice the shift or maybe thought Logan was just busy with other things. But some of the things Thomas had said earlier, and then agreeing to everything Patton, Virgil, and Roman said instantly without much thought? That was unusual, even for their host.

He muttered a few more choice curses before crumpling the note up and throwing it in the trash bin, attempting to summon none other than Repression.

Res popped up after a minute of Deceit waiting, bouncing on his heels and looking up at the deceptive side. Res grinned at Deceit. “Hello, Dee! Did you by any chance need something?” It took all of Deceit’s willpower to not grab Res by his infuriatingly bright scarf and punch him. Instead, Deceit glared down at Res.

“Where’s Logan?”

Res hummed, his grin morphing into a smirk. “Nowhere, really. Why? Afraid that I’ve hurt your sweet and precious Logic?”

Deceit’s glare only grew harsher. “Considering your note was written in blood-”

“That wasn’t my question and you know it.” Res held back his laugh as he saw Deceit only growing angrier. But he brought this upon himself. All Deceit had to do was reveal him to Thomas, if he had done it before this would have all been avoided. “I doubt you’d actually tell me, but I know you are afraid. It’s so easy to read. I even told him how you would be the only one to worry he was gone. Well, that and a few other details.” The much shorter orange side leaned against the couch, watching Deceit carefully.

“Where is he, Res.” It wasn’t a question. A demand. Res frowned.

“You know this isn’t how it works, Dee! You can’t start demanding things without answering my demands.”

“Res, this isn’t funny!”

Res tilted his head. “I never said it was a joke. The situation is quite serious, actually, and we both know it.”

“You would put Thomas in danger, just so you could have five minutes of glory before everyone up there started to ignore you just like they do Remus and I?”

“They wouldn’t get the chance to keep me quiet, and you know that. But I also don’t think you’re just concerned for Thomas.”

“Of course I am! Logan is an essential part of Thomas and you know damn well know that you know exactly what thoughtless decisions were made today, and which ones will be made tomorrow if Logan isn’t there to fix everything.”

“No, you’re concerned because you like him, Deceit. Do you really think I took Logic because of Thomas?” Res shook his head. “No, it’s because out of all the sides that Thomas knows of, you like Logic, and would most likely do anything to ensure he’s safe. But now…” Res laughed, grinning from ear to ear. “But now he isn’t! And guess what? It’s all because of you, Dee, because you wouldn’t listen to me when I told you to let me meet Thomas.”

Deceit clenched his fists, taking in a deep breath as Res just laughed again. He hated how Res was right. Deceit, although he truly did fear for what this would do to Thomas, that was a fear second place to just losing Logan at all.

He really, really wanted to punch Res. To shun him to the Subconscious again. But then Deceit would never find Logan, at least for a few years. That couldn’t happen.

“Fine. But on one condition.” Res stopped laughing abruptly as Deceit spoke, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes.

“No demands, Dee.”

“It isn’t a demand, really. Just a compromise.”

Res held Deceit’s gaze before slowly caving in. “What is it?”

“If you take me to Logan first, we can all go up and introduce you, and only you to Thomas.” Deceit held out one of his hands. “Do we have a deal?”

Res considered it for a moment, looking Deceit up and down as if trying to see Deceit was lying. He thought he was picking up on a lie, but Deceit was a walking lie, so Res assumed that it was nothing, and he shook Deceit’s hand.

Before he could say anything else, Res forced Deceit to sink down with him. They appeared in Res’s library, a maze full of memories that Thomas no longer remembered because they were just really really old, unimportant, or excruciatingly traumatic.

“He’s right this way.” Res didn’t let go of Deceit’s hand as he pulled him down one of the hallways with shocking strength coming from someone so small.

It didn’t take long to get to where Logan was, and Deceit cringed at the sight of dried blood over Logan’s shoulders. He broke out of Res’s hold to rush over to Logan, checking for a pulse when he saw that Logan’s eyes were closed. His anger returned to the surface when more marks covering Logan reached his eyes, and he glared at Res for even daring to harm a hair on his head. Res rolled his eyes.

“What? How else was I gonna get all those repressed emotions up? Logic is like a damn rock, and I needed to… dig deep, to get the prettiest wonders to the surface.”

“Just help me untie him!” Deceit hissed, and Res obeyed without much complaint. He watched Logan slump into Deceit’s arms, and Res was surprised Logan had passed out in the first place. He thought he’d shot Logan up with enough adrenaline to keep him awake for another two hours. Maybe the logical side just had an extremely low tolerance to actual pain.

Deceit sunk out without another word, and Res tried to follow.

His eyes widened when he didn’t move. “Fuck,” he whispered when the filing cabinets of memories slowly started to grow black again. He really should have seen this coming, and not pushed aside Deceit’s minor lie.

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When Logan woke up again, he wasn’t in any pain. He knew just by the feeling around him he wasn’t in Repression’s room any longer. For one, he was lying down. But another reason was he was under a blanket and his head was resting on an incredibly soft pillow. He slowly opened his eyes and was greeted with a ceiling painted to look like the canopies of a jungle.

“You’re awake already?”

Logan tilted his head just as the bed shifted, and Deceit smiled down at him sadly. Logan blinked at him for a few moments, unsure of how to react.

“I honestly expected you to be out a bit longer, Res’s domains typically have that effect on sides.” Deceit frowned, before moving Logan’s shirt out of the way slightly and Logan actually flinched away. Deceit drew back slowly. “It’s okay, just wanted to make sure they weren’t leaving any scars.”

Logan just turned to stare up at the ceiling again. “How long have I been out?”

“Repressed, or unconscious?”

“Both.”

“About three days.” Logan groaned quietly at that number. It was small, but he knew how devastating that could be for Thomas. Deceit was quick to reassure him though. “He didn’t do anything drastically stupid, Remus managed to freak Virgil out about the different possibilities that Virgil was able to prevent Thomas from doing anything stupid. Though Thomas might have like…. five cavities he couldn’t stop Thomas from eating only sweets for the entire three days.”

Silence once again took over Deceit’s room, and Deceit couldn’t do more than just watch Logan process the information. He bit his lip gently. “Logan?”

“Hm?”

“What did Res tell you, exactly?”

Logan caught Deceit’s gaze again, and he moved a bit to sit up as he thought, trying to remember.

“Mainly confirming my suspicions that the others don’t care about me.” Logan didn’t notice his eyes tearing up, and oddly he didn’t care if Deceit knew his insecurities anymore. Maybe Repression had cut deeper into him than he had thought. “That I just ruined there fun. He showed me some of the unedited content from… I guess the other day. Everyone just seemed so happy, and he wouldn’t stop saying that I was holding Thomas back.” Logan took a deep breath, finally feeling the tears. He didn’t make a move to wipe them away, not yet anyway.

“He went through each of you, too. Starting with the others, and he ended with you. He spent the most time on you.” Logan laughed, though it didn’t have a hint of happiness. It was just sad and broken, almost hysterical. “He- he kept lying, telling me that you liked me, he tried to get my hopes up, and he told me so many times, oh god… each time he cut deeper, he said it was because you liked me and he needed me to get to you and out of everything, I can’t believe he kept lying about it! Out of all my repressed hopes, he chose the one that I knew would never be true to use!” Logan’s laugh turned into actual sobs, and he pulled his knees to his chest, burying his face there as he continued to shake.

Deceit hesitantly moved closer, settling beside Logan. “Logan, Res wasn’t lying.” Deceit’s voice was soft, but he knew Logan heard when Logan glanced back to him.

“What?”

“He wasn’t lying. Res took you, because of me.”

Logan attempted to stop crying, but the tears just kept flowing as he sniffled. He lifted his head from his knees though. “I don’t understand.”

Deceit sighed, running his hand through his hair- Logan only just noticed Deceit wasn’t wearing gloves, in fact, he wasn’t wearing any of his usual garments. Instead, he was in a yellow sweater and some black sweatpants, hat and gloves nowhere in sight. “This isn’t- this is the worst possible way for you to find out. I’m so sorry that you found out like this, Logan, that it happened in the first place.

"Res took you specifically because he knew I liked you. And he thought this would be the best way to get me to let him meet Thomas. You getting hurt by him is all my fault.”

“You’re lying,” Logan stated, shaking his head. “You must be.”

Deceit shook his own head. “I would never lie in this situation, Logan.”

Logan took a shaky breath, looking away from Deceit again and to the wall opposite him. It was a massive enclosure, and he could see one of Deceit’s snakes from where he sat.

He was trying to process how he felt. His crush just confirmed that he reciprocated, but also just said that it was all his fault that Logan had been taken in the first place. Logan couldn’t see how Deceit could have prevented the situation though. Or had known it was ever going to happen. Which meant that it wasn’t Deceit’s fault. He was still trying to wrap his mind around everything that had happened, plus the new information that Deceit did indeed like him.

Logan groaned, burying his face in his knees again. “Why are emotions so annoying?” He asked.

“I guess that’s why you had them repressed,” Deceit said gently. Logan heard the sadness enter his voice as Deceit continued. “Um, I understand if you want to go back to your room, Logan. I’m sure everyone else would be overjoyed to see you, after all-”

“No.”

“W-What?” Deceit stared at Logan in confusion as Logan sniffled again, lifting his head once more from his knees and wiping away the last of his tears. His eyes were puffy from rubbing them so much.

“I don’t want to go. Not yet, anyway.” He looked back to Deceit. “I want to be in here, with you.”

“But- wait, why?”

“Did you miss the part where I said I thought Res had tried to get my hopes up that you liked me, and I thought he was lying until you just said that he wasn’t?” Deceit still seemed confused, but he seemed to be understanding at least a little bit. “Dee, I like you too, and I’d like to spend some time with you, y'know.”

Deceit blinked a few times before the human side of his face flushed a light pink. “Oh.”

“Also the others are too intense, and I don’t think I could handle them right now…”

Deceit laughed lightly. “Alright. Um, want to watch a documentary then? And then we can talk more about… us, when you’re feeling a lot better?”

Logan smiled softly, a genuine smile, and he nodded.

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Time is weird, so is science

AuN: YEAH! HI! Today didn’t forget I was posting today (I did...) Uh, so here! Warnings: crying, shouting, swearing, small injuries, mistaken relationship (??) Word count: 5110 Summary:  Logan sighed. He had been at this for a few days straight, often forgetting to eat unless someone reminded him. He was only doing this so the other scientists would stop laughing at his theories during meetings. BOOM! A large crack appeared in the middle of the room. “Holy sh—” He was cut off by a deafening screech as he was sucked through this… bizarre thing, and to the other side. Can Logan perfect his theory and make it back? @ts-storytime  Lovely artist: @logicallycorrected Beautiful beta: @nottodaylogic

Logan

The lab was grey in the darkness, white tables were barely visible under the mixture of tattered paper and lab tubes, stained every colour of the rainbow. The only noise was the loud pulse of Logan’s heartbeat. ‘Of course, I just had to try and do THIS, this impossible feat never before conquered by ANYONE.’

Logan sighed. He had been at this for a few days straight, often forgetting to eat unless someone reminded him. He was only doing this so the other scientists would stop laughing at his theories during meetings. Logan ran his fingers, warm with rapidly moving blood, through his hair as he tried to calm himself from the stress and anger he was feeling. “Okay, okay. Maybe if I try the, hmm, and this.” He picked up a red tube and added it to his concoction. 

BOOM! A large crack appeared in the middle of the room. “Holy sh—” 

He was cut off by a deafening screech as he was sucked through this… bizarre thing, and to the other side.

He was blinded by the brightest light he’d seen in a long time. After spending days in the lab alone with little to no sunlight it was almost a new sensation on his body. He paused as his eyes came into focus. A cold rush of air blew up into his face followed by the smell of fresh bread, whirling into his face.

Roman

Roman awoke with a start and rubbed his eyes. He immediately donned the clothes he had prepared last night, a light suit with tattered patches. The white shirt had a slightly torn, pointed collar hanging over his rough red tie. He stretched and put a hand over his mouth. As he turned to face the door to the hall, he almost screamed at the sight in the mirror hanging on the door frame. 

“My hair! I can’t show up to work like this.” Roman reached for the brush and started carefully styling his hair into a wave-like style, almost floating above his head. 

Despite the close call, once he actually got to work, it actually started off as a pretty normal day for Roman. He had a few annoying customers at the bank, but it was a fairly slow day anyway. He was on his way back home when he saw a large flash of light and a man appeared. Out of nowhere. 

A man with dark brown hair wearing a long white… was it a robe? “What just happened, who are you and what ARE you wearing?”

There were a few shops around, mostly cafes (probably where the bread smell is coming from, I wonder how much it would cost, it smells so good) and others of the sort. There were some people around, but none had seemed to notice the sudden appearance.

“Salutations. My name is Logan. I’m not sure where I am, do you know?”

“Umm, we’re in New York. What happened with the weird light and the—well, you?”

“I believe I have time travelled to the past or the present in your case. May I ask what the year is?”

“Finally something interesting! Oh, It's like May in 1927.”

Logan's eyes widened as he came to a sudden realisation.

“Something wrong? You look a bit tense.”

“I went back 90 years. Oh, something’s wrong. I knew what I was doing but I didn't think it was entirely possible. My colleagues are going to be so worried.” More to himself than anything, he added, “They might steal my work. I need to get back.” 

“You’re from 90 YEARS IN THE FUTURE?!” Roman grabbed me Logan’s hand and ran to his house just down the street, slamming the door behind him when they entered. “So, first things first, am I like a big deal in the future?”

“Really, that's your first question.” Logan rolled his eyes when it seemed Roman was entirely serious. “Sigh. I honestly don’t know, I didn’t get out much.”

“Okay, did you just say sigh?” Logan just stared blankly at Roman until he continued. “Next up, how are we getting you back to your time?”

“We? I was planning to do this alone so there are no...” He looked Roman up and down. “Complications.”

“Ugh, rude. I know my way around here I can help and I’m pretty sure you don’t own a house ninety years in the past. Please let me help! My life is soooooo boring.” Roman shook Logan, begging the other to let him help. 

“Fine.”

Over the next few hours, Logan started explaining what he needed to get back. Roman barely understood half of what Logan was saying, understandably as one was a scientist and the other was not. Soon it was 10 pm and they were both very tired from the previous events, so Logan borrowed some of Romans pyjamas and they both fell asleep, Logan on the sofa and Roman in his bed.

The next day was a Saturday so Logan and Roman had plenty of time to gather everything they needed. It was only a matter of making the concoction and getting back to Logan’s own time.

It had reached November by the time they had finished it. The potion swirled with oranges and yellows practically glowing, even in the light. 

“We almost did it, oh yeah!” Roman started dancing wildly around the once clean room, now covered in different shades of the rainbow as the light shone through the tubes. 

“We’ve almost done it. And be careful, you’re going to knock over my hard work.”

“Rude, we did this together.”

“I did most of it though. Changing the subject, I just need to figure out what to put in to go forward to my time.”

“Ooh, ooh, try the red thingy! It looks really cool.”

“NO!” Roman stepped back in shock. “Sorry for raising my voice but that’s how I got here in the first place. I’ll use this one instead.” Logan grabbed a tube filled with light blue and purple and poured it into the mixture. A sudden flash of light later and both Roman and Logan were somewhere new, sweating in the immense heat that had just blasted into them.

Patton and Virgil

Virgil awoke to the smell of honey and warm bread. “Nooooo, it’s too early,” he whispered.

“Oh, hey Virge, you’re up… kinda.” Patton shook Virgil gently. “Come on it's already 9, you have to do your duties.” A slight chuckle came from Patton. 

“Ha, ha very funny.” Virgil rolled over and yawned. “You know how much I hate this.” Virgil started to get dressed into his tattered linen clothes; he was often pressured into getting something more princely but always refused. 

He looked around the room. It was bare apart from a few paintings of the family and the two beds, one that Patton had decorated with teddy bears he had gotten over the years. Their mum always looked so elegant in the paintings, however, their dad looked annoyed with having to stay in the same position for so long that he almost looked like a teenager annoyed at his parents.

“Yeah, I know but you have to get ready to become the pharaoh sooner or later, so either way it’s going to happen.” Virgil frowned a bit at that “Okay, we need to go to breakfast. You coming?”

“Fine, fine.” Virgil and Patton left the room together trying to navigate the twists and turns of the temple. The walls smelt earthy and were covered in ornate golden swirls. 

As they entered the dining room the servants escorted them to their cushioned seats and served them sweet honey bread and delicate meats. Virgil just played with his food as his parents dragged on about him being late for breakfast and what duties he had. 

“Please stop playing with your food and actually eat it,” His mother sighed. 

“Whatever, mum.” Virgil stood up and started walking out of the room.

“Get back here, we haven’t finished this conversation.” Virgil paused and turned back toward his family, leaning on the door frame, knowing if he didn’t finish this conversation now, he would have to later. Virgil had heard this lecture a hundred times, so he already knew what was coming. 

“You know we love you, but you have to start taking your duties seriously if you want to be a good pharaoh and stop leaning on the walls you’re going to ruin your clothes.” Virgil mouthed the words simultaneously with his mother. 

Patton wasn’t paying attention to the conversation instead choosing to focus more on his food. 

“I’m gonna go now. Bye.” Virgil left and tried to politely wave off the servants trying to escort him to his lessons. Patton stopped eating and ran off to Virgil. “I’m fine Pat,” Virgil insisted before Patton could ask. 

“I know you’re not. Come on, I hate it when you, mum and dad fight.”

“Didn’t count as a fight Pat. Just a disagreement.”

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’m not gonna make my special dessert tonight.” Virgil groaned and crossed his arms slightly curling in on himself, pouting. Patton just giggled. “Viiirge, Virgyyy, Virrrge.” Patton poked Virgil as he dramatically whined. “Oh, no. Have I upset my prince, talk to me, brother!”

“My prince?” Virgil chuckled.

“Yay! Words from my dark strange son!”

“We’re brothers, you are not my dad, you’re, like, less than a year younger than me.”

They walked the rest of the way chuckling as Patton mimicked his parents in an attempt to keep Virgil’s spirits up. Virgil was very prone to anxiety, stress and guilt and Patton often helped him find coping mechanisms or just keeping him happy.

The main lesson today was camel riding (they were better in the sweltering heat than horses). Virgil hated it, he always fell off at least once, Patton, however, could ride for days without falling. He loved all animals, even if he was allergic to some of them. 

Virgil could only last in the heat for four hours before he had to go inside or risk heatstroke. Patton could last a little bit longer before he needed to go inside too.

It had been yet another unsuccessful camel riding lesson for Virgil, earning him a record-breaking seven times falling off in various fashions. He now had several bruises and a small scratch on his elbow. After swatting off Patton, insisting he was fine, Virgil walked most of the way to the throne room before a large flash of light and the sudden appearance of two men he’d never seen before.

Virgil swore very loudly. “Osiris help me. What happened? Give me a minute.” Virgil panted, leaning one hand against the wall as support. Roman and Logan looked at each other with looks of confusion and worry. This was not where they were supposed to be. “Okay, okay, I’m good now. Now onto the matter at hand. WHO ARE YOU!?”

“Stop shouting, you’ll draw attention to us.” Roman stage whispered as Logan glanced around the hall to make sure there were no other people. 

“We’re good.” Logan whispered to Roman as he started heading towards the room closest to them, yanking a now worried Virgil behind him.

“LET GO OF ME!” Virgil tugged his arm back once in the room. luckily, the room they entered was just a spare bedroom. “Who are you, I’ll get the guards.”

“Good luck getting out of this room.” Roman moved in front of the door. 

“Okay, I’m sure we can talk about this. Roman lower your protective stance, there’s not much point guarding the door.”

“How do we know we can trust him, hmm?” Roman said not moving.

“Because, clearly, he’s afraid. Look at him. It’s not like he could do anything anyway.” 

Virgil looked annoyed. “Don’t underestimate me.” 

“See, he’s threatening us right now!”

“Sorry about him.” Logan gestured towards Roman. 

“Hey.”

“Roman, stop whining. May I know your name?”

“Only if you tell me yours.” 

“I’m Logan and, as I believe I said earlier, this is Roman.” Logan said indicating whom he was talking about. 

Don’t trust anyone. especially with your identity These words rattled around Virgils head, his father had told him this ages ago and it had always stuck with him.

“Okay. I’m…. Anxiety.”

“Huh, that’s a weird name.” 

Logan sighed. “Roman, shut up. We need to know what the date is, if you would be so kind?”

Virgil furrowed his brow. “1557, I think.” Logan stared at Virgil, eyes wide in worry.

“We only went back a few hundred years, and we already know all of the stuff we need so why do you look so worried?”

“I don’t think we just went back a few hundred years’. Ancient Egypt was in the B.C’s which means we went back over a thousand years. We might not have the stuff available to fix this.” Logan’s eyes started leaking tears. “I’m never going to be able to go home. I never told my family I loved them and now I’m going to be stuck here forever or die!” Roman was shook. He, in the few months he’d known Logan, had never seen Logan cry.

Virgil shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “I can get him some support if you let me leave. I know a person who is amazing at feelings and that stuff. Let me get some help.” 

Roman nodded and moved to a dusty bed, his own mind was racing now with similar thoughts. When Virgil returned he now saw Roman crying too. 

“Okay, Pat, do your thing.” Patton nodded and lifted Logan to the bed so he could hug both of them. He let them cry on him until their tear ducts were empty. Logan stood up after removing himself from the hug, adjusted his tie and wiped his eyes.

“Sorry for that.”

“Why are you apologizing kiddo?”

“I caused an inconvenience.” 

Roman finally stood up too and fixed his clothing. “You never cry. To be honest I was starting to think you were a machine. Good to know you have emotions.” Logan jokingly scoffed, he was kind of used to it at this point.

“You not going to introduce me to your friends, kiddo?” Patton turned towards Virgil.

“Patton, meet Logan and Roman. Logan, Roman, meet Patton. My brother.”

“Salutations.” Logan adjusted his glasses. “Apologies, Patton, Anxiety. But we must be going if we are to return to our own time..s.”

“Where are you going to sleep? What are you going to eat? I can’t let my kiddos starve.”

“Kiddos?” Logan stared at Patton, ignoring the questions for the time being. “I am unfamiliar with this term.”

“Don't tell me the word kiddo doesn't exist in the future!” 

Logan shrugged, “I’m not sure. I’ve never heard it before but I didn’t, as they say, ‘get out much’.”

“Me neither. The outside world is much too scary.” Virgil shuddered.

“Not so much scary as annoying. And I had no friends to go anywhere with.”

“That’s so sad!” Patton hugs a very awkward Logan. 

“Shouldn’t have told him that…” Virgil mutters, not making any move to help Logan. “Well, you’re my friend now, and I will help you get home. but you’re staying with me.” Logan tries to dislodge himself from the hug, but fails. 

“There isn’t much point in friendship, I’d rather not.”

“Too bad! We’re friends now and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Logan sighs and accepts his fate. 

Patton releases Logan. “You kiddos feeling better?” Roman nods and Logan regains his neutral expression. 

“Yes.”

The next week isn’t completely without its troubles. They almost get caught several times and Virgil returns to the room they agreed to meet at to work on the project, groaning and refusing to help sometimes after arguments with his parents. By the time the week has ended they have gathered all the things they need. Logan sits, trying to concentrate on the potion as Roman sings loudly and Patton makes jokes in the background. He almost drops the vial he was holding when Roman belts out a note. “Shut up!” 

Everyone freezes. “I’m trying to get us back to our times and your loud, annoying displays aren’t helping! I want to go home…” Patton steps closer as Logan sniffles, even if he was ignored back then, at least he was happy. He had a family, and a nice home and a cat that made sure he was taking care of himself. Emile...he missed Emile so much, that special tabby cat…

Logan felt tears prick at his eyes. “what if we never get home?..” The dam broke as Logan sobbed into his arms. “Aw, kiddo...you’re going to get home. I know you will!”

“But I might not… I should have just listened to them when they said I wasn’t good enough..”

“Who said that?! I will destroy them!!” Roman grabs a pen Logan had on the table and holds it as if it were a weapon. 

Logan takes his pen back. “Careful, you’re not a professional in murder.”

“.....” the whole group falls silent as they stare at Logan. “and you are?...” 

Logan shrugs. “I’ve read books, hurt a few people.” 

They stare in disbelief at him. “That’s interesting..”

“Self defense is important and now I can be either FBI or an assassin when I’m done with my current career.”

“What’s an FBI?”

“Federal Bureau of Investigation.” The three pretend to have understood that with small nods and noises of agreement. Logan isn’t falling for any of it but he’s going to ignore it as these people won’t ever see it. “Can we just try to get back to our own times?”

“I guess, but I’m gonna miss you kiddo’s.” Logan nods in agreement, sighing quietly as he picks back up the concoction and the dark blue vial. “I guess we should say goodbye before I do this?”

Virgil doesn’t speak, not wanting to say goodbye, and hugs Logan gently instead before walking over to Roman and hugging him too. Patton did the same and Logan did nothing, not wanting to drop the important liquids he was holding. Roman, in true Roman style, sang a goodbye song before Logan poured the blue into the mixture of swirling colours.The rift reopened and sucked Logan in.

Back to the future 

He smiled widely as he looked around at the lab only for his jaw to drop at the sight of tunic clad Patton and Virgil and suit covered Roman to be standing there to. Logan dropped is head into his hands, sighing. “Do I have to do this again?..”

“What’s wrong with being around me?” Roman swoops his hair back, smiling. “Although, this isn’t my home..” He looks around confused as Patton hums and opens the blinds. Logan looks up, hissing at the sudden light only to freeze at the floating cars outside.

Virgil starts shaking, new place, cold place, no. Need to leave, not safe. Roman picks up Virgil, who’d fallen to the floor, and holds him to his chest, letting the other listen to his steady heartbeat as Virgil slowly calms down.

“Where are we?”

“I believe we have gone too far in time, into the future.” Logan pushes up his glasses, acting calm. Patton giggles and claps. “That’s so weird! I think it’s cool too though. What are those?” He points the the hovering vehicles outside.

“Updated cars.” Logan fixes his tie and smiles as Emile, the cat, walks into the lab. He’s older than he used to be, but still has the same kind presence as he brushes up against Logan’s leg, who leans down and picks him up in response.

Patton walks over, about to pet the cat before Virgil jumps off Roman and stands in front of him. “No, Pat. No. You can’t.” Patton sighs and pouts.

“Pwease!” Virgil shakes his head.

“Fine, then can we find some doggo’s to pet?” Patton perks up at the thought.

Logan puts Emile back down after nuzzling him and nods. “Emi can stay here, he knows how to look after himself anyway.” He starts walking out of the lab, to the outside with Roman, Patton and Virgil following.

Logan looks around, admiring the faster technology. Patton just looks around for dogs with Virgil. Roman put his arm on Logan’s shoulder. “So, you gonna show us what this is or not?”

Logan is about to respond, only to be frozen at a sudden shout of his name by a complete stranger. The whole crowd of people look over and suddenly Logan and his friends are surrounded as they try to get him away. “WHAT THE HELL!?!” Logan clings to Roman and Patton who try to pull him back into the lab with Virgil shaking at the loud screams and cheers.

Virgil is the first to get back inside, followed by Logan, then Roman and Patton who shut the doors quickly. Logan’s shirt is ruffled, with his collar half and tie loose. His hair is a big mess, fluffing out all over the place, with his glasses lopsided. “What the hell..” Logan quickly fixes his glasses, shirt and tie before searching for a mirror, only to be handed one by Roman. Of course he always carries a mirror on him.

Logan fixes his hair, pushing it back to its previous position before giving the mirror back and closing the blinds on the large crowd. “Heckity heck, five abs and one peck.” Roman sighs, shaking his head slightly.

“What?” Logan stares at Roman in confusion.

“Oh it’s just something I use to make sure everyone else is as confused as me.” Roman shrugged slightly. “Where is the light? It’s dark.”

Logan sighs and snaps his fingers to create a sudden glow from all the corners and centre of the room. “A little trick I designed years ago.” He walks over to one of the glowing things to show it’s a mini aquarium filled with tiny sharks, all glowing in the dark.

Patton’s excited squeal was expected as he rushed over to one of the tanks and sat down, watching them move about in the water. “Pwetty...” Virgil sits by Patton and leans on him, calming down from the panic the crowd caused.

Roman hums looking around. “Hey, Lo. Did we stand out because of the weird clothes they were all wearing and we aren’t?”

Logan freezes for a moment before nodding. “That could be it, however I did hear someone ask ‘how does it feel to be famous for inventing time travel?’ so I may very well draw a lot of attention just by being me.” He sighs and walks over to a draw in the corner of the room before throwing a white button up shirt, red jacket and black jeans. “Put those on.”

“Hey!” Roman caught them and went to throw something back at Logan before realising he had no idea what any of this did, so he probably shouldn’t throw anything around.

Logan walked over to Patton and Virgil, after some consideration and handed them a pair of jeans each, a ripped shirt, a polo, a grey cardigan and an oversized hoodie. Logan made it a point to have extra of his outfits, as well as anything anyone else might need.

Patton and Virgil got changed in one corner while Roman got changed in another, Logan looking away to give them all privacy. They took a while, not used to this kind of clothing, but when they were finally dressed the outfits suited them well. Virgil was able to hide into the hoodie, Patton was in a bright blue that perfectly fit his personality and Roman was checking himself out in his mirror.

Logan rolled his eyes and peeked through the blinds to see if the crowd had left. They hadn’t, of course. Logan sighs and walks out past the lab and into a smaller room, grabbing a bowl and some cereal. “We might be stuck here for a while.” He sighs quietly and makes the cereal before eating it and closing his eyes to think.

If you knew Logan well, and these three did, you would know there are only 2 times Logan’s eyes are closed for more than needed. Reason one: He’s asleep or, reason two: He’s thinking. He’s thinking so much the rest of the world isn’t there.

Patton skips around the lab, waiting for Logan to come back so he can see what he’s allowed to do. He takes a while, he usually does, before walking back into the lab, smiling. “Pat and Ro, can you go out the front and say I’ve left? Virge, follow me.” He smirks and takes Virgil’s hand without an explanation before leading him down, past the smaller room, down a hallway and into a secret passage.

Roman and Patton were confused but went outside anyway, once the other two had left. “I’m sorry but Lo..gan left! You can all leave now!” Patton smiles softly as he speaks. “How do we know you’re not lying? You are his boyfriends, you two and the dark one.”

Roman stifled giggles before bursting into laughter. “You think I’m dating that nerd! No, no, no, no, no, he’s aro and definitely not my type.” Patton laughs along, nodding. “I’m not even a boy! I can’t be dating Ro!”

“You’re not?” Patton freezes and gulps, shaking his head as the crowd disappeared to them both. “I’m not really any gender...I don’t know if there’s a word for it though..” Roman nods slightly, jumping at the sudden shout of “Non-binary” from the crowd. Someone stepped forward, a smaller person following behind. The first wore an orange beanie and the other wore makeup. “Joan.” The first one said. “I go by they/them and I’m non-binary.”

The second speaks up, even if it’s quieter. “I’m Tayln, also a they/them nb.” Patton froze, starting to smile. “Non-binary? So not a boy or girl?..” Talyn and Joan nod as Patton starts clapping, the crowd mostly gone. “Non-binary! That’s me! I’m that!”

Roman smiles at his happy, bouncing cardigan clad friend. “So, are you gonna go by they/them too?” Patton shakes his head.

“I like he/him.” Roman nods slightly and lightly pats Patton’s back. “Glad you found who you are.”

Patton hums as he walks around outside, too happy to remember what the next step was. He skips straight into Logan anyway, smiling, Roman close behind. “Logie! I found it out!” Logan is confused as he sighs, Virgil’s hiding behind him but he comes out when he sees Patton. “What?”

“Non-binary! I’m non-binary!” Patton jumped around, making Virgil smile slightly. It’s a rare thing, but that just makes it more beautiful. “Oh, are you changing your pronouns then?”

“What?”

“He/him, she/her, they/them, xe/xir. They’re all pronouns.” Logan sighs quietly, letting a slight smile slip. All of them liked seeing Patton happy and they would protect him at all costs. “Oh. No, I’m still a he/him, I just don’t get the whole gender thingy.” They all nod. “Great..” Virgil hugs Patton quickly before looking away and catching sight of a grocery store. “What’s that?”

Logan looks over. “Why don’t I show you?” He takes a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and puts them on, placing his normal glasses into his pocket (but he can still see and it is baffling the others), loosening his tie and putting on a leather jacket he’d grabbed on his way out. “This is uncomfortable.” He sighs and walks across the street and into the store, getting a few looks but no one seemed to notice him.

Virgil hid in his new hoodie as they walked, Patton skipping alongside and Roman humming. Logan looked around the store, smiling widely once he found the crofters. “Oh thank the gods, they still have crofters.” He looks across the labels and freezes. “and they have one named after me..” He picks up a flavour named ‘Logans berry’ and drops it in the shopping basket he’d grabbed on the way in.

Virgil and Patton had disappeared, distracted by a small section with fluffy animals in bright or dark colours. Roman sighs and takes Logan’s hand, dragging him along to the others. Virgil was hugging a black bat while Patton was holding a puppy teddy close. “Can we get them? Please!!”

Logan nods, who can deny Patton’s perfect puppy dog eyes next to a puppy teddy? He just hopes he has enough money as he gets the usual things he’d get to last the week only four times as much as now he had four people to look after instead of just himself. Roman, Patton and Virgil were looking around in wonder. Patton and Virgil had never seen a light or a wall like the ones they had. Roman was mainly checking himself out in every reflective surface he could find.

Logan sighs as he takes Patton’s hand, who was holding Virgil’s hand, and starts walking over to the cashier to pay, leaving Roman to fend for himself. He swipes his credit card, only to freezes and try to cover the name showing up on the screen. “Are you really?! Oh my gosh! I’m such a big fan!”

Logan groans quietly. “I’ll do anything, just shut up. You’re going to draw attention.” Virgil hugs his new black bat teddy close, smiling softly.

The cashier nods slightly and takes out some paper, holding it and a pen out to Logan. “Can I get an autograph?” Logan rolls his eyes as he does what the person asked and gives them back their things before leaving, Roman finally noticing the others weren’t around any more and following them out.

Logan sighs quietly and rushes back to the lab with the others. “I need to change that…” Virgil never lets go of the bat, always nuzzling or flying it around. It’s like he’s getting the childhood he was never able to have. “Change what, kiddo?”

“My card shows my name and I don’t want...that to happen again.” Logan says, referencing the crowd situation as he puts the food away and gets some water and cat food out for Emile, petting him gently as he walks over to eat. Patton nods slightly, smiling at Virgil.

Roman smiles at the little squeaks and bleps Virgil does as he flies the bat around. Logan takes out his phone and starts videoing it, saving it so they can all smile and have a happy memory to look on in the future. The future’s future…

Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

[soap-stains]

Sanders Sides Confessioms

By your local Orange~Chan.

I don't remember who made the original thing, I just,,, found it,,, sorry lmao

Oh wait found them! @im-not-evil-you-are ;3

-Most favourite Side? Deceit.

Why? Idk. I'm just so intrigued by this side. I really want to see more of him, and I'm excited to see an interaction with him and Remus.

-Least favourite Side? Either Roman or Remus.

Don't get me wrong; I actually don't dislike any of the sides! The "twins" are just at the bottom of my list because, I guess, I'm just not too interested in them? Idk.

-Opinion on Logan? I relate to Logan, actually, and I think that's why he's my second favorite. I see myself as being a little more mature than my friends, because I am, and they'll tell you that. But I despise being thought less of. Enough of it, and... I'll snap. I'll regret it, but listen to and respect me, thanks. I'm glad Logan is there to explain how stupid the others can be- even if he, himself, is a little stupid sometimes. Yay for Logic!

-Opinion on Roman? pff. I'm not even sure how to put this into words. He's just- great- I guess? His obvious love for Disney and general singing makes him so fun. We love our prince :3. I want to see more of him interacting with Remus- because, you know, he... Wasn't in most of the last episode...

-Opinion on Patton? Dad jokes. So loving and funny. I think he's who a lot of people like to relate to, because of everything that happened in the Nostalgia video. I'll just say, though,,, Pat has been so... I don't know. He's STILL so obsessed with forcing on Thomas that he's a 'good person.' Nobody is perfect, everybody has these dark thoughts or general sides to themself.

-Opinion on Virgil? He's made a lot of progress since Accepting Anxiety. He's so much more invested and open to the others, and he's really grown. Number three! Here's the big 'but' though, because Virgil is being a stubborn brat/kinda hypocritical recently. He's so dead-set that the Dark Sides are the absolute bad guys. Which, what the heck? Who was the exact same way, Mr. "I was one of them"? Virgil knows firsthand that just because someone is made one way doesn't mean that they are that way. Look, I get it if he's been emotionally scarred by the Darkies in the past, but I kinda think he just never cared to think that just maybe the others' number one goals aren't to destroy Thomas. Oh also i want to see Deceit impersonate him because that honestly just sounds really funny.

-Opinion on Deceit? "...I don't want Thomas to be disadvantaged in a world where you can die, by not following the laws made in the name of a lie." I, myself, lie kinda a lot? No, that's not a good thing, but it helps to get myself out of trouble. Anyway. He has this bigger plan that we don't know about, I think, and it's really interesting. He's so compelling, and I just can't wait to see more of him. And, maybe, just maybe, see him and Virgil come to some sort of agreement,,,,,? A stretch, I know.

-Opinion on Remus? Garbage rat man, get him out of here. I'm kidding. Remus is so openly honest with everything, and that's a little scary to be honest? I don't really struggle with intrusive thoughts, but I have had the occasional 'it would be so easy to shoot up a certain part of the school' and I jUST REALIZED HOW AWFUL THAT SOUNDS OH MY GOD. Eh, no one's judging me. I hope. Remus in general is a very fun character, and I can't wait to see where the team takes him.

-Speculations on Deceit’s name? I don't know. I don't really think about that stuff lol. I just call him Dee/DJ/Damien. Oh, but I do think Remus might know Deceit's name. Probably not. If he does know, though, I bet he's accidentally gonna let it slip :). Think about it; Remus never actually refers to Deceit by name. He says, like once, 'a certain snake.' That's all.

-Favorite romantic ship? I ship it all. I guess Prinxiety, Loceit though,,,

-Favorite platonic ship? Moxiety.

However, I can see it both ways; Virgil romantically with Pat, or dad Pat. Esther's good!

-Least favorite ship? Remus x Roman.

I won't discourage it- you do you- but eh. To me, they'll always only be twins that just don't get along. Pure opposite of Hikarou and Karou. Did I spell those right,,,? Don't care.

-Favorite episode? "Selfishness v. Selflessness"

As an actress(kinda), I personally don't like the end/outcome of this episode... But I still really like it. Lawyer Deceit? Uh, yes please! I love the court room setting.

-Least favorite episode? "Why do We get Out of Bed in the Morning?"

I just couldn't follow this episode, for some reason. It just drug on, and I got bored...

-Favorite quote? Ugh, I have so many! I'll list some.

"Fla- Flames. On the side on my face. Seeth- Seething flames-" A lot of people don't know that this is from an ending of the movie Clue! Ugh I just love this joke. https://youtu.be/92IkddsjtAA

"...my chemically imbalanced romance!"

"...I don't want Thomas to be disadvantaged in a world where you can die, by not following the laws made in the name of a lie."

"Your mom misses you!"

"FALSEHOOD!"

"What the heckity-heck five abs in one pec..." I've referenced this so many times.

"There's never a wrong time to drESS AND DRAG AND DO THE HULA OHHHHHHH!"

"We get it, you're adorable!"

That's all I'll list...... For now.

-Favorite non-canon (incorrect) quote?

"Anything's possible!"

Thomas: "Thanks, Roman!"

Roman: "That wasn't me. That was Virgil."

Virgil: "Seriously... Anything could possibly go wrong right now."

Thomas: "...Thanks, Virgil."

-Favorite headcanon? Oooof I don't knowwww!!!

-What pet do you think each of the sides would have? Patton; a bird, like Ari. Idk what that kind of bird is called. Virgil; a little black and white cat. It hates everyone but him. Logan; a fish or geckos. Small, but he's willing to put in the work for it. Roman; either a big German Shepard, or like, a Corgi. Or both. The dog(s) is(are) named after Disney characters. Deceit; cant think of anything but two ball python sneks? Idk??? Remus; Rats. Hear me out, I have a friend who has pet rats. Not the huge sewer ones, but almost mice like. Just rats.

-Each of the side’s favorite snacks? Pat; Microwaved popcirn. Heavily salted. That's all. Logan; Toast with jam spread on it. Deceit; Oreos, I guess. I'm not sure. I'm just thinking random things, here. Remus; Straight-up cold pepperoni from the bag, what you buy when wanting to make a pizza. No ideas for Virgil or Roman,,,

-What is your theory on the next dark side? Ugh, I don't know. It bothers me that there might be more Dark Sides than Light Sides, that it's not eVeNnNn, so I don't think about it.

-Favorite angst headcanon? Strap in, y'all, we goin for a lil ride.

The Dark Sides were actually pretty upset when Virgil left. They weren't really accepted by the Lights or Thomas, so they just had each other. Virgil, however, strived to be out of the shadows, as the others grew to accept it. They were sad that he left them and thought that being a Dark Side was shameful, and the others were awful people. So now they mess with him and tease him and are just in general rude to him. They called him a brother; but he decided it wasn't enough, not entirely realizing what he was doing. Now he can't go back, even if he wanted to.

I don't feel bad for ending on angst.

[haunting-kind-of-high]

Deadly Sins as Sides AU

A few weeks ago, I had a thought about how the seven deadly sins would act as dark sides. And after ages and ages of research (I'm not kidding you I spent so much time on this it's insane), here we have it! It's not fully complete, as I couldn't think of everything perfectly, but there are ideas (: 

I might continue this, but that depends on my ideas for it

(Also note: I haven't double checked every link or just everything in general, so there might be a few mistakes or weird things but just… go with it)

Tag list: @imin-loveanon, @musicphanpie-b, @mikey-girl12

Pride

Of course, most of us know him as dark!Roman

Which is cool

It would still work

But for this AU I’m gonna assume he’s his own side just because it’s convenient

The fanon outfit people have made for him would still work

With a black shirt and I think golden sash

He is a prince, because that can easily be linked to pride

Though maybe a king would fit him better?

Cause obviously he is better than anyone else

So he’s got to be the king

Arrogant motherfucker

He also embodies vanity, so vain as fuck

Narcissist

Thinks he is better than the rest and acts like it

Clashes a lot with the other sides because he’s always fife thousand times more important than any of them combined

He only looks at what is best for him and doesn’t think past that

No one likes the guy

You don’t want to upset him though

He’s one of the worst of the dark sides

You want to be on his good side cause he is not scared to hurt you

His name could be Belial, or something similar, from the demon of arrogance and pride, Belial

He could be considered the leader of the dark sides, as Belial is mentioned as the leader of the Sons of Darkness, on one of the Dead Sea Scrolls

So there is the role of king again

Also, Dante believed all other sins were derived from pride, so that matches up with Pride being the leader too

Belial is also described as Prince of Darkness, or King of Evil, which would fit with a royal outfit pretty well

I also saw a site which named Lucifer as a demon for Pride which intrigued me a lot and offers a lot of perspective

Even more interesting would be Roman turning into Pride, which would make for a lot of opportunities to refer to the Lucifer story and use symbolism

Might get into that later, this is not the post for that

Yeah I really like the name Lucifer for him, though Belial is also fancy idk

His room probably has a bunch of mirrors

And one of those desks with a mirror where you can do your make-up and stuff, I forgot the word for it

Is it a vanity?

I also thought of this picture and felt like it belonged here. Though idk what to do with it.

Lots of violet details, as that colour seems to symbolise pride

Greed

All he wants in life is for Thomas to get rich, really

So obviously he supports this whole YouTube thing because that can get them a lot of money

He isn’t really a harmful dude

Less harmful than most of the dark sides

Chaotic neutral, probably

He just wants what he wants and it doesn’t matter what it takes to achieve it

He sides with anyone, as long as it benefits him

The demon associated with greed is Mammon

So his name could be either based on that, or it could be Midas

Random sidenote: the list I’m using for this, calls these demons the Princes of Hell, which is pretty fun

But back to the point

He can get along with most of the sides pretty well, though he stays away from Wrath and Pride if he can 

His outfit consists of a black blazer with a pattern of golden roses (referring to the myth of King Midas), a necklace with a pendant of a silver pipe (reference to a Native American legend about greed), a white shirt (the black and white being another reference to King Midas), and black trousers

Lots of gold and silver stuff in his room as well 

I picture his room would be similar to a vault or something

With lots of valuables

Probably every price Thomas has won too

Not because he values them so much emotionally, but because they are worth quite a lot

I can’t find the post any more, but I once saw this theory of there being exactly one (1) dollar in the mindscape

Greed definitely created the dollar

He’s upset it was stolen from him

So he made a lot of dollars which he hid from the others

They’re his dollars your heathens

Lust (a big thank you to @purple-plaid-patches for helping me out with this dude’s outfit!)

Depicts all and any kind of lust

Demon of Lust is called Asmodeus

There are so many stories about lust yet I can’t find a single one that has a personification of Lust, that is homophobia

I read that the snake symbolises lust

So I picture Deceit and Lust would get along pretty well

He also likes it when the other sides get in trouble because it’s fun

Especially if Pride and Wrath are the angry ones

A hint of sadist

But Patton dulls out most of his influence, being Morality and enjoying people being in pain is b a d

Patton’s influence slips sometimes tho

Like when Thomas is watching those home video things and people slip or get hurt in another way

Cause let’s be real

That’s kinda funny

Notorious invader of personal space

It’s funny to see how the others get uncomfortable when he does it

Likes making people uncomfortable in general

Not a fun dude to be around

He’s not as dangerous as Pride or Wrath though

He is just very annoying and is almost guaranteed to make you uncomfortable

He likes to watch people get hurt but it’s so much effort to do it himself

So he’s not a huge threat to your safety

Just to your personal space

His outfit is great, thanks to @purple-plaid-patches

It’s a crop top, dark blue with gold accents

This skirt but dark blue

These things but in gold

Choker but with like… sapphires

Also this anklet

I honestly don’t know what to do with his room so go crazy on that

His name could be Phillip

Cause I found this Native American legend about a woman gaining an obsession with horses (I mean… this was in the category for lust so I’m using this)

And Phillip means horse

Might be a little far-fetched, but I searched so long for symbolism and this is the closest I could get why couldn’t I find more personifications or symbols of Lust 

Envy

He often works with Pride on stuff because they both want Thomas to be as famous and successful as he can be obviously

Greed as well, probably

Looks at the achievements of others and gets jealous of everything they possess, everything they have achieved

So he works together with the other sides to try and top those others

Actually, now that I think of it, he would probably work together with most of the sides if it benefits him

He is also pretty close to Deceit

Because envy often leads people to deceive another in one way or another

Think of Iago in Othello

If Deceit and Envy would ever fuse, they would form an Iago istg

(Shit could you imagine tho? That would be so cool)

Like most of the dark sides, he doesn’t really care about the overall picture, he just really wants to do what makes him happiest

His basic outfit is a simple green shirt and jeans

But he changes his outfit all the time, depending on what he desires most at that time so no one really knows his actual outfit

His room is cold and dark, much like Envy’s home in Ovid’s Metamorphoses

It’s not very pretty

His name is Levi, from Leviathan, the demon of envy

I also like his name being similar to Aglauros somehow, because in Ovid’s Metamorphoses, a girl named Aglauros is corrupted by Envy, but I don’t know a name that could fit

Gluttony

For this, I am using this quote I found from Thomas Aquinas

“Gluttony denotes, not any desire of eating and drinking, but an inordinate desire...leaving the order of reason, wherein the good of moral virtue consists.”

I assume that the ‘…’ implies a bit if left out, but for some reason I can’t find the full quote, so I’m not totally sure

But from what I read here, is that Gluttony basically encompasses everything

This site described it as excessive materialism, which is a pretty good explanation I guess

So basically he wants Thomas to get everything in existence

“Oh look at that! You should buy this thing because you might be able to use it one time and then forget about it! And even if you can't use it, you will have it.”

Greed probably likes him, even though Greed is more about having things just to have it and never use them, while Gluttony wants things to use them

But they both want things

He secretly loves Patton’s room because he holds on to pretty much everything, and Gluttony loves going through those old things

But he will never admit it

Loves his foods

He’s the voice in Thomas’ head telling him eat pizza all the time

Logan has a hard time countering him sometimes

At the same time, he also wants Thomas to try all kinds of different food because he needs to taste it all

Very confusing side

Demon of gluttony is Beelzebub

There’s a fun fact for y’all

I was going to suggest Logan for a name because of Wolverine (the Dutch name for a wolverine is pretty close to what you’d call a glutton and I liked the idea)

But then I realised that there already is a Logan

But James could work too

His room would probably have a lot of storage space

Cupboards, shelves, closets

that's all I've got, can't think of anything else

His outfit is an oversized shirt (orange, cause that stands for gluttony) with grey sweatpants

Wrath (warning for mention of dismemberment, in the final bullet point)

Most dangerous of the sides

Obviously, he’s a hot-tempered guy

Gets very upset very quickly

His influence on Thomas is mostly dulled by other sides, though

Especially Patton, who handles most of the emotions anyways

Doesn’t mean the guy doesn’t get very upset

If you thought Pride was bad, oh boy, Wrath is worse

You really don’t want to upset him either

Very vengeful

Satan is often depicted as the demon of Wrath so there’s a connection

I feel like he would be the most violent of all the sides

Probably has a bunch of weapons himself

The other sides stay away from him if they can

His outfit is an all-black ensemble with a dark red cape

I don’t know why but I feel like he would be extra enough to have a fucking cape

It’s like one of those capes with a high collar that are Extratm and slightly creepy because only villains appear to be wearing them

His name is Elliot, after one of the Batman villains called Wrath

In reference to his name, his room would look like a stereotypical villain lair

Lots of dark

Dark walls, dark furniture

It’s just a place where he can escape to

Sorta like a dungeon

I also like the idea of there being a lot of silver details idk why

It’s a pretty creepy place and no one ever goes in unless they have a very good reason to

When thinking about this, I immediately pictured him having a throne, I don’t know why

But he definitely has a throne

It’s decorated with black roses, spiralling up from the legs all the way to the top (they have lots of thorns obviously)

Also across the arm rests and stuff

I also read that the punishment for wrath (I am assuming it is in Dante's Inferno, but the site didn’t specify) is constant dismemberment, so I like the idea of him just… cutting of a hand or foot if someone irritates him?

Cause that’s pretty ironic

Sloth

Obviously, he is the laziest side

Just wants to sleep constantly

He doesn’t understand the point of trying to achieve big goals when you can just fucking sleep

Most of the dark sides don’t understand him

A true chaotic neutral

He is chaotic, both in the literal sense and the sense of the alignment chart

The demon of sloth is Belphegor

His name could be Roderick, which is incredibly fancy for a side like him but

Hear me out, I like my reasoning

Machiavelli wrote a novella called Belfagor, about (you guessed it) Belphegor

He was sent to Earth for some mission and used Roderigo as a name when posing as a human

So yeah

Roderick

His name could also be Rick tho

Maybe his name is Roderick but he hates it so everyone calls him Rick

If that were the case, he would constantly make Never Gonna Give You Up jokes

Wrath got so sick of it that he threatened to kill Sloth over it, so now he makes sure Wrath is nowhere near before making the joke

Lust secretly wants to tell Wrath about it every time Sloth makes a joke like that again, because he’d like to see Sloth getting in trouble

His outfit is a light blue pyjama with little sheep on it, you know the one (because light blue symbolises sloth)

He also has a necklace with a goat he always wears (also a symbol for sloth)

His room is a mess cause he never bothers to clean it

It’s just Thomas’ room but

A million times messier

Also the reason that Thomas keeps procrastinating things, because “why do it when you can just sleep and… not do it?”

In Dante’s Inferno, the punishment for sloth is a snake pit

So where Envy gets along with Deceit pretty well, Sloth can’t stand being around Deceit

He just makes him very uncomfortable 

 Deceit

@musicphanpie-b showed me this site

The important thing here is “Of course, the seven deadly sins cover mostly MOTIVATIONS to do things. If you were not compelled by anger, greed, arrogance, lust, envy, gluttony or laziness, there wouldn't be much to make you deceive someone.”

So basically, he works together with the other dark sides

He manipulates them into getting to do what he wants

He knows what the other sides value the most, so obviously, he abuses this knowledge

Sneaky snake