#kid creativitwins

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

AU where Patton and Logan are Roman’s parents, and they all go shopping at a mall. Roman goes with Logan while Patton does some of his own shopping. While Patton’s shopping he runs across Roman alone in a store and scolds him for wandering away from his dad. Then Patton takes Roman off to the food court to grab lunch with Logan

Meanwhile, single father of two Virgil is freaking out because he lost one of his kids!

[theeerealpunkin]

Creativitwins as kids cause I'm getting sucked back into Sanders Sides yet again

[soysaucevictim]

Typical kid nonsense among the Gymrat!Twins.

Roman has lost count of how many times his weirdo sibling has flung himself off the swing set. This will not be the last time this happens.

Pffft.

[casart]

Toy Castle au because why not!🧸🏰

[always-anxious612]

I can't draw children for the life of me, but I'm using these two as test subjects until I get better because I love them.

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

Remus:Roman..I am an adult man, I can take care of myself I’m not stupid.

Roman:…

*Roman vision*

Kid Remus: Just because I’m a little immature doesn’t mean I’m 6- wassup with you?

Roman with tears in his eyes: N-Nothing! H-have fun! 😭✋

Think Ro's gonna need another Morningstar smack to bring him back to Earth XD /light hearted

[xxxscene-rawrxxx]

Sanders Sides AU where everything iz the same BUT

Virgil, Janus, and Remus r *sniffz* they're... *tearz up* they're bestiez *proceedz 2 cri*

I JUZT WAN MY DARK EDGY BABEZ 2 BE FRRRRIENDZ!!!!! THIZ IZN'T FAAAAAIR!!!!!

PLZZZZZ!!!! *le crying continuez*

[darksides-dutchess]

Creativitwins battle but instead of using weapons, they perform a bunch of absurd and random skits that would take a group of scientists to genuinely figure out what is going on. They both receive heavy critical damage every time the other comes up with a much better line or skit.

The twin whose performance, acting and delivery was superior would be the winner and win the battle.

[sanderssideswriting]

Bed time stories Chapter 1

Summary: Remus and Roman think the bedtimes story they where always told as kids may not be just a story.

ships: some loceit

triggers: none (it may seem like there’s unsympathetic Patton but there isn’t)

words:

first  next  last

“Tell us about the king!” Remus demanded finally tucked into bed.

Janus sighed “You practically know it by heart Remus.”

“Anxiety doesn’t know it!”

Janus looked to the door and saw one of the newer sides, anxiety by the door. He scoops up Anxiety and sits on a chair across from Remus. 

“Will you both promise to be quiet and go to sleep if I do?”

Remus and Anxiety both nod.

“Alright. The story beings in a castle, it was huge with many rooms and many hiding places. And in that castle was a king and his three royal advisors. One always looked at every issue from a logical perspective without biased. Another looked at it from a selfless standpoint. And the last, self preservation.

“But the selfless one didn’t like self preservation, he said self preservation was selfish and didn’t want to help the king. Logic tried to tell the king they where both needed but the King didn’t listen.”

Anxiety spoke “why didn’t they listen to Logic?”

“Because logic is real, and the king needed to decide just because you know what is logical doesn’t mean it will be what you want it to be. The Selfless advisor was easier to listen to, he told the King what he wanted to hear. But Self Preservation fought hard for the King to listen to him. That and,,,,,,, outside influences the King couldn’t take it.

“And one day the advisors found two children, both having different qualities of the King. Selfless wanted to raise them both, as did self preservation. Neither of them could be together very long without fighting. Logic wanted to raise them both together. But they didn’t listen to him.

“So they went their separate ways and abandoned the castle and went their separate ways. The only one who kept on contact was Logic going between the two to spend time with both children.”

“What’s the ending?” Anxiety asks.

“There isn’t one! JanJan refuses to tell me if there is” Remus pouts.

Lanus sighs internally “that’s because they disappeared Anxiety, no one knows where they went or if they existed, the castle’s never been found so we don’t know if it’s real. Now time for bed” Janus picks Amxiety up to take him to his room.

After they’ve both been tucked in Janus goes downstairs and makes some tea.

“They asked for the story again didn’t they?”

Janus nods “yes, Remus loves the story and the mystery, I’m glad we where able to hise the old castle so well, thank you for helping me with that Logan.”

Logan smiles “of course, How is Anxiety?”

“He’s adjusting, and Roman?” Janus sits down on the couch next to Logan.

“He’s well as always, Patton’s letting him explore the Imagination more now, I assume it is because Roman would not stop begging. I told Patton I would be with Roman when he is out exploring” Logan tells Janus leaning his head on his shoulder.

“Busy day?”

Logan nods “incredibly busy, Patton is all over the place with Roman so I’ve been charged with keeping Thomas in line, and it’s harder alone, Patton is better with getting him to listen.”

“Will you be staying here tonight?”

Logan takes Janus’s hand “I wish I could, I’d love to be here for just a few hours, but I’m needed with Patton, Thomas is having a rough time right now,”

“I wish Patton would allow me to be with him, I could help.”

“I know darling, I know you could, but Patton refuses, he’s convinced you’ll hurt Thomas.”

Janus just nods “do you have to leave now?”

“I can stay for a little while, but not to long.”

[perfectly-princely-emo-nightmare]

Remus, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket? Hahaha!

Roman: Do you think other people can't hear you..?

[glacierruler]

Creativitwins angst

I don't normally draw kid sides, so this was fun!

If you like, please reblog!

Taglist: @cutebisexualmess @nebulous-astronaut @uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat

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[an-organized-confusion]

In which I just started fomenting a Souleater AU thought w/ co-co.

And just imagining the Creativitwins being Weapons and Remus is absolutely ridiculous abt it.

Co-co suggesting them as Death the Kid's Weapons, twin pistols - in the place of the Thompson Sisters. But I'm gonna raise Logan being their Meister (just because Lo temperamentally maps best for the Kid, in my memory).

That's as deep into this as I/we went.

But I just- the shenanigans.

Might poke this with a stick more, might not. We'll see.

[theeerealpunkin]

Isn't it enough.. that you pulled them apart once?

I just found this lying around & I don't think I ever even posted it?

It's an older one, like two years old atp I think lol

[brusslesprout-td]

FRICK YOU *mother issues-es your virgil*

FRICK YOU *father issues-es your patton*

FRICK YOU *father AND mother issues-es your creativitwins*

logan and janus are safe. don’t worry. :) KIDDING!

FRICK YOU *aun- (nah i’m kiddinggg haha)

[sandersontheside]

Drabble list #4

25. “Worst day ever!”

Any characters of your choosing :3

Beanie!! Thank you for the prompt! Please enjoy high school AU creativitwins being silly boys with just a sprinkling of implied prinxiety bc I can't help myself. Under a cut because it broke 1k words by accident. (prompt lists: 4,5,7)

Roman flung himself onto his bed with a huge sigh, his messenger bag still on one shoulder. 

Remus looked up from his own bed, where he was already clicking away on his laptop. He pulled off his big headphones and let them hang around his neck. “What’s up your ass?” 

Roman responded with a muffled groan. 

“Anything to do with why you’re home so late?” Remus asked. “Rehearsals ended like an hour and a half ago. Where the hell have you been?” Roman was always home later than Remus because of his commitments to the school musicals, unless Remus decided to join tech that particular semester, which he hadn't this time around because apparently Legally Blonde was too boring.

Roman pulled himself onto his knees so he could take off his bag, letting it fall to the floor. “I have had the worst day ever.” 

Remus rolled his eyes. “Okay, drama queen. Did you embarrass yourself in front of that emo kid again?” 

Roman flushed. “His name’s Virgil.”

“That’s not a no,” Remus smirked. 

‘Ugh, shut up,” Roman flopped onto his back. “That’s only one of the things that went wrong today. It started when we were late to school, which I totally blame you for—”

“Excuse me? Which one of us takes an entire hour in the bathroom to shower and do his hair?” Remus scoffed. “You always make us late.”

“Whatever, Mister ‘We have to go back because I left my homework on the table.’”

“Well, if you had been ready to leave earlier, we would have had time to—” 

“Okay, okay,” Roman groaned, rubbing his temples. “The point is, we were late, and then my math teacher yelled at me for being late, and then at lunch I realized I didn’t have my wallet. Patton gave me half his peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but I was still starving—”

“Why the hell didn’t you come find me? I could have bought you something.” It’s a rare moment of sincerity from Remus. 

“I didn’t think of that.” Roman admitted. 

“Clearly.”

“Anyways!” Roman huffed. “After that, I had English, and we’re doing Shakespeare, as you know, and we got to pick scenes to do with a partner, from any play we liked. And I wanted to pick Much Ado About Nothing because you know I was born to play Benedick. But then she assigned Virgil to be my partner.”

“Did he not want to do Much Ado?” Remus asked. 

“Worse! He wanted to play Beatrice!” Roman threw his hands in the air theatrically. “Can you imagine? Reciting Shakespearean romance lines to my crush?”

Remus blinked, confused. “That sounds like something you’d love, you nerd.” 

“If he liked me back, maybe! But he doesn’t! So it was just painful, and I got so flustered that I stumbled over some of the lines!” 

Remus winced. 

“And, then, finally, I had rehearsals for the play. But I tripped during one of the dance routines and knocked over one of the sets and broke it.” Roman lifted his hands, which were covered in paint. “I had to stay late to rebuild it."  

Remus let out a long breath. “That does sound like the worst day ever."

“Thank you!” Roman curled around a pillow. “Now, go back to looking at God knows what online and just let me sulk in peace.” 

His brother didn’t respond at first. He glanced at his screen, tapped out something short (a message to a friend, perhaps?), closed it up, and removed his headphones from around his neck. “Nope,” he said finally. 

“What?�� 

“Nope. I’m not gonna let you sulk.” Remus stood up from his bed, extending a hand to Roman. “You have two options. Movie night or me kicking your ass at Mario Kart.” 

Roman looked up at his twin pathetically. “Can movie night be Disney movies?” 

“You’re going to make me watch Tangled again, aren’t you?” His words were exasperated, but he was smiling reassuringly.

“I mean, it is the best new Disney movie.” Against all odds, Roman felt his miserable mood start to let up. “But I’m kind of in the mood for Treasure Planet. Or The Emperor’s New Groove,”  he said, knowing full well that while Remus vastly preferred Pixar to Disney, that he had a soft spot for “the weird years” of Disney in the early-to-mid 2000s, just as 2D animation was fading out. If Remus was going to do this for him, the least he could do was pick movies Remus actually enjoyed as well. 

Remus’s smile grew. “Hell yeah, let’s watch Emperor’s New Groove."

Roman smiled back. “Sounds perfect.” He took Remus’s hand and stood, letting his brother drag him out to their living room. Their parents wouldn’t be home for hours—they never were. So, they basically had free reign of the house. Remus cued up the movie, while Roman continued into the kitchen to hunt for some snacks. He returned with slightly burnt microwave popcorn that he didn't even bother to put in a bowl, goldfish crackers, a plate of reheated lasagna because he was still starving, a package of Oreos (Double Stuf, of course), insect gummies that were shaped far too realistically for Roman’s taste, a bottle of Coca-Cola for himself, and Mountain Dew for his brother. He placed it all on the coffee table. “Dinner is served.” 

Remus immediately grabbed a gummy. “Delicious.” 

“I don’t know how you eat that,” Roman shook his head, joining his brother on the couch. “It looks way too real and creepy.” 

Remus shrugged. “It’s still candy.” 

Roman rolled his eyes. “Whatever, weirdo.” 

“I’m not weird, you are.” 

“I’m not weird, I’m unique.” 

“Same thing.” 

Roman gasped in mock offense. “Just play the movie.” 

His brother hit play on the remote and settled into the cushions. 

“Hey, Remus?” 

“Ro, you know I hate it when you talk over movies.”

“It’s still the opening credits,” Roman insisted. “And I just wanted to say thank you. This isn’t the worst day ever anymore.” 

“Gross, don’t be sappy.” 

“Too late.” Roman slung an arm around Remus’s shoulder and pulled him into an awkward kind of sitting side-hug. “I love you, Remus.” 

“Ugh,” Remus grunted, but didn’t try to move away. “I love you, too.” 

[candied-peach]

ao3: "gold and green in his ivory tower" rating: T warnings: platonic creativitwins, insecurity, touch starvation, crying genre: hurt/comfort description: Roman's not having a good day. Remus intervenes. (prompt from @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat : "If you're still up for prompts, may I suggest something with the twins? Perhaps Roman is having a very insecure day, and once Remus finds out, he hugs his brother and squeezes the life outta him (affectionately). Bonus points if Ro is touch-starved?")

Roman huffs an exasperated breath, rubbing his ink-stained cheek and trying to blink away tears that burn the corners of his eyes. The blank page in front of him glares at him, and he winces. He has no ideas for the next video. No good ideas, anyway. His trash can pays testament to that. Crumpled and torn pieces of scribbled-on paper make his stomach cramp.

Logan's going to be so disappointed in him. He already scarcely sees the use in Roman to begin with. Or at least, it feels that way. It stings, but he understands. They just...clash. And normally, that's okay. Normally he's got at least one useful idea. But this time-

Roman's vision blurs and he slumps in his chair, letting his pen carelessly drop to the desk. It's pointless. He'll just have to fake it in the meeting. The meeting that's in- he squints at the clock and his face pales. Ten minutes. He can do this. He can. It will be fine.

It's not fine.

Oh, he's bullshitting his way through. Trying to come up with something on the fly, but his brain feels painfully squeezed dry, like a sponge wrung out far past its lifespan.

"And that's why I thought we might enjoy doing a performance for the video," Roman concludes, his forehead sweaty. He swallows, glancing around at the sea of uncertain faces, and his heart twinges. 

"I don't know," Virgil says doubtfully. "I mean- what if Thomas messes up?"

"Then we can do another take," Logan suggests. "Unless you wanted to do this live, Roman? I do not think that a live performance would be the best of ideas."

"I-" Roman stalls. He hasn't thought this far ahead. "I don't know," he finally says weakly, knowing they are the wrong words, but not knowing what else to say.

"Well, it's an idea," Thomas says, and the doubt in his voice makes Roman feel like he's cracking apart at the seams. It's not good enough. It's not good enough and he knows that it's not good enough, but he doesn't know what else to say. Sorry guys, my creativity just wasn't up to snuff this week! He can't say that. He needs to do better. He needs to be better. He needs-

He needs a hug.

But he can't have one, especially not now, so Roman swallows hard and tries to tune back into the discussion. Patton's gesturing animatedly about some kind of kid show, and Roman doesn't have the heart to remind him that they've already tried out puppets, there's only so much in that arena they can discover. 

It's almost too much. Janus and Remus keep looking at him, especially Remus, and his brother is unnaturally quiet. That's never a good sign, and Roman keeps casting him sideways glances when no one is looking. Remus looks innocently back, eyes guileless and green, as he fidgets in his seat.

"I'm stealing Roman," Remus finally announces to the room, popping up and seizing Roman's elbow before he can react. "Bye for now!" And he sinks out, dragging Roman with him into Remus's bedroom. Roman wrenches his arm free, glaring at the other side of Creativity.

"What are you doing?" Roman demands. Remus eyes him.

"What's wrong?" Remus asks. Roman freezes.

"Nothing," he immediately tries to deny, and Remus scoffs loudly.

"Might not be Janny but I know that you're full of shit," he sing songs. "Come on, Ro Bro, tell me. Tell me, tell me, tell me-"

"I don't actually really have any ideas," Roman blurts out, breathing heavily. "Not- not this week, I just-" He sighs and glances down at the carpet stained with things he doesn't want to think about. "I'm a failure," he whispers.

"Nah," Remus says. "You're just a little burnt out, that's all." Roman's head jerks up as he stares, wide-eyed, at his brother.

"What?" Roman says dumbly. Remus nods, eyes glittering.

"Burnt out like a candle thrown into a hurricane," he says. "That's all. Just gotta tell the others you need to rest up for a while."

"They need me," Roman objects. Remus rolls his eyes- literally, making Roman's stomach turn.

"They do," Remus acknowledges. "But they need Roman. Not Creativity."

"I don't get what you mean," Roman says, a little stiffly. Remus grins, and his teeth are a little too sharp in the dim light.

"You're part of their fam-ILY or whatever the fuck," Remus says, flapping one hand. "Come on, Ro. You're more than what you can do, you know." Roman blinks in surprise. 

"You-" Roman trails off. He isn't sure what to say. Remus is surprisingly perspicacious. Not that he should have expected anything less. He knows his brother is more than dork jokes and over the top threats. Remus thrums with the vibrance of possibilities, no matter how dark or strange.

"Can I have a hug?" Roman finally asks in a small voice. Remus's grin widens.

"Thought you'd never ask!" He crows, and flops on top of Roman, driving him to the bed. Despite the 'oomph' of breath leaving his lungs, Roman enjoys the pressure of his brother sprawled across him, wrapping him in a warm, shockingly well-scented hug.

"Janus made you bathe today," Roman mutters. Remus makes a face.

"Yep," he agrees. "I'm not letting you go until you feel better, by the way. You're stuck with me."

Roman is okay with that.