#patton begs to differ

[jaratedeguadalupe]

hc that the only times logan plays games is to co-op with patton because he needed enforcement to defeat the enderdragon 

[lefaystrent]

The Morning Routine

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: LAMP

Summary: Logan needs to be out the door this morning at stupid o'clock. Everyone else begs to differ.

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Logan leans with his back against the counter, one hand propped against the surface behind him, the other holding a steaming hot mug of coffee. It's dark outside the window over the sink. No traffic lights zoom by, early as it is.

So early in fact, it's a small act of divine intervention when Patton shuffles in sleepily.

"Are you ill?" Logan asks bluntly. There is no other reason he can fathom for the other to be up so ungodly early.

Without his glasses, Patton squints to the point his nose scrunches up. There is an objectively cute scowl on his face, like he wants to challenge the next thing he blurrily sees to a fight.

Patton shakes his head and slides his socked feet across the kitchen tiles, literally dragging his feet just to get to Logan. He wraps heavy arms around Logan's torso and collapses against his chest, burying his face into his collar.

"Unsolicited affections at five in the morning? You have outdone yourself, Patton," Logan says. He doesn't know whether his tone is admonishing or praising. The fond edge to it gives him away, he thinks. He checks Patton's forehead just to make sure and, once satisfied that the other is not sick and is simply needy, he aquiseces and rubs his back in sweeping circles.

Patton is quiet as he usually is in the mornings. He is not a naturally inclined morning person, obviously, and usually has to gear himself up with a shower and two cups of coffee laced with deplorable amounts of sugar. It's highly amusing because he's uncharacteristically grumpy and the others have teased him relentlessly for it in the past. Currently, Patton makes no fuss and simply wishes to be held. Logan is more than happy to oblige.

They are discovered in this position several minutes later by a slightly more awake Roman. He enters the kitchen with an impressive display of bedhead, one hand scratching at his stomach under his shirt. He stops short at the cute scene before him. Then he smiles, delight creeping in.

"I was going to come wish you good luck for the day, but it looks like someone already beat me to it."

"Is that what this is?" Logan asks. He sits his mug down and pets at Patton's hair. "Luck is not required, nor proven to be an actual thing that exists. I appreciate the sentiment all the same, though you don't have to go to the trouble."

Patton gives a short vocal response akin to, "Unn." He does not move his face away from where it's smooshed.

Roman tuts, "Just let us love you, nerd."

And then Roman joins the cuddling. He throws his arms around them both and buries his nose into Logan's shoulder.

"This is highly unnecessary," Logan complains but does not let them go. They are warm and soft in his embrace, and they are his. He would give them anything they ask for. Still, he tries to make them see reason. "I will have to leave soon."

"Being five minutes late for once won't kill you, Mr. Perfect Attendance Record."

"Unn," Patton agrees.

"Incorrigible, the both of you."

Another handful of precious minutes go by. Patton has taken to nuzzling and Roman sighs as Logan scratches at his scalp.

"What, did my invitation get lost in the mail?"

And there is Virgil, because no one can apparently sleep today if Logan is not there to ensure it. Virgil leans his shoulder against the entryway, arms crossed and eyebrow raised in that way that shows he's more amused than offended.

Logan gives an exasperated chuckle. "No invitations were sent, and yet here you all are. What am I to do with you?"

"Love us," Patton mumbles petulantly.

"Here, here," Roman agrees.

Virgil snorts and attempts to skirt by them on the way to the coffee pot. He doesn't get that far when Roman snatches at his hoodie to reel him in.

"Hey!" Virgil complains, but he lets himself be tucked under Roman's arm, so he's not truly angry. Patton squirms to the side enough so that Virgil is pressed in the middle of them all. "I am being held hostage."

"You and I both," Logan says, hiding a smirk in Roman's hair.

"They'll never take you alive," Patton grumbles, nonsensical, to which the rest of them laugh.

Logan is late leaving out the door that morning by a whole fourteen minutes.

[prodigal-explorer]

i know a lot of people think patton would be the best babysitter out of all the sides 🙄

but consider: ROMAN.

this big, loud, larger-than-life man is just a walking living disney character. and kids LOVE that. roman will sing them songs, teach them how to dance, act like everything is a big game and a big deal, all to make them laugh and smile.

the biggest difference between patton and roman with taking care of kids is that roman would absolutely treat them like an equal, in the sense that he would treat the kid like a capable, cool person who’s worthy of respect and has the capability of being an expert! if a kid shows him their cartwheel, roman begs them to teach him how they did it, instead of just a “wow, great!”. if a kid sings him a song, roman calls a broadway producer right in front of the kid and pitches them, much to the kid’s giggling delight.

i already can hear the comments. “but roman’s so irresponsible! he’s so childish, he would be a horrible caretaker!” do you know how much discipline it takes to be an actor? roman absolutely will put the kid to bed at 8:30 and be in bed at 8:30 too because he has rehearsal tomorrow and needs his beauty rest. he will 100% feed the kid a ton of broccoli and eat the broccoli too because he needs lots of nutrients for his dance performance next week. roman leads by example, and he has a very structured life because of his career!!

[the-bisexual-bitch]

I need more analogical in the headspace. I don't want AUs, I want my two Little Autistic Guys shoved together in the brainspace because Virgil is having a Bad Time and none of the more 'emotional' sides are available (they were helping Thomas or something), so Logan helps. Or Virgil just SPECIFICALLY wants to be around Logan.

I need more of them being specifically described in the brainspace and looking different from Thomas. I need more of them being mildly upset that they don't look like themselves when they're helping Thomas.

I need more of the darksides and lightsides being basically two weird semi-funtional poly relationships.

I need more of Virgil having been in an unhealthy relationship with one of the Darksides and thinking he got away from them

I need more of Janus actually biting people and having venom.

I need more angst around Virgil feeling like he's a poser who's actually Bad and undeserving of the care given to by the Lightsides

I need more of Virgil not liking the phrases "Darkside" and "Lightside"

I need more of Virgil feeling infantilized by Patton and Patton struggling to get it

I need more long essays written about One Line to read and be convinced by.

(Please recommend fics, artists, tumblr accounts, etc.. I'm begging you.)

[delimeful]

to know that song (and all its words) (10)

just like virgil, it's time we get to look at the raiders' attack from a few different perspectives :)

warnings: violence, blood and injury, implied minor character death, guilt, fear, lmk if i missed any

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CAMERA LOG SF 7

DESIGNATION: LOADING BAY

20:34:27

“You hurt him,” Patton said, and he barely even recognized the sound that came out of him as his own voice.

The crowd of aliens was frightening, the way all aliens were to him, but there were some advantages to being monsters, and one of them was that aliens were scared of him back. They parted before him like leaves scattered by a leafblower, his steps unimpeded as he made his way to where a bundle of familiar feathers and fuzz laid. Unnatural, twitching movements spasmed through them, but they hadn’t gone deathly still– not yet.

Whatever the leader alien was saying was lost to the distant buzzing in Patton’s head. Logan’s response made it through, just barely. His voice had dropped into that icy pitch that meant he was well and truly angry, an ominous tone that made something primal and hunted in the back of Patton’s mind shiver to life.

Be ready, it said. We’ll have to fight soon.

He hated fighting more than anything else in space, even the tests. He hated seeing the fear set in, with bristling spines or flinching spikes or rolling, panicked eyes. He hated the way alien bones and bug shells gave way so easily, like they were made of hollow styrofoam or old eggshell.

Feathers’ arm was broken, snapped with a nasty, jutting-out bit of bone that made him feel sick to even see. Patton remembered the chalky taste of shock when he broke his wrist as a kid, the way the hurt had overwhelmed everything, the cautionary tales about grabbing little creatures or bothering baby birds, because they would die from the shock and the stress sometimes.

Aliens were so much more delicate than the little beings back home.

There’s a sob, somewhere in the back of Patton’s throat. He folded it down carefully, because he was surrounded by danger and because Feathers was still alive, and so he couldn’t just give up or break down, not even with all his fear and dread mixing into a horrible, pulsing mess in his gut.

Feathers had always been spirited, from the first moment the three of them snuck onto the little guy’s ship. Patton repeated this to himself like a mantra as he crouched next to them, feeling his lips wobble a little at the sight of their little head craning slightly to see him.

Their eyes narrowed into little crescents, and they made a small, warbling chirp that seemed to get a little tangled halfway through the sound. Feathers had made a lot of sounds, but none of them had ever sounded like this. The high pitched whistling breaths sounded a lot like almost-whines, like a hurt dog begging for help, but Feathers didn’t even seem to know that they were making them.

The alien leader kept speaking as Patton carefully slotted his hands under Feathers’ small, too-light form. The cadence of the words was songlike and mocking, and Patton could practically feel the way Logan’s ire sharpened to a honed point, aimed directly at them like the tip of a saber. Whatever the stranger had said, it hadn’t helped their case at all.

And that was saying something, considering that they’d already dug the hole pretty deep by hurting Feathers, who they’d all grown attached to despite Logan’s best efforts.

Patton has to blink back the automatic tears when he sees Feathers’ arm up close, trying his absolute hardest to lift them into his arms without jarring the injury. He had to hurry; the last thing they needed was for Patton to be stuck on the wrong side of the room with precious cargo during their plan.

Feathers was still conscious as Patton made his way back over to Logan’s side, the hair on the back of his neck prickling in nervous anticipation all the way. They seemed… out of it, their antenna flicking in strange little circles and their feathers puffing up and smoothing back down as waves of trembling pain seemed to work through their little body.

Patton clutched them a little closer, exchanged a brief look with Logan, and scrunched his eyes closed, knowing that he’d need the advantage once Roman flipped the switch. Next to him, Logan would be doing the same, only keeping the slightest sliver of vision to make sure they weren’t ambushed.

Even knowing it was coming, he still flinched away from the burst of noise when Logan whistled the signal.

The final whistle had barely faded into silence when the orange-pink of the back of his eyelids flicked to an unmistakable pitch black.

For a moment, Patton was back in the labs. He moved to grasp for Roman in the dark, knowing that the only way he could help him through these punishments was to grab on and hold tightly, prove that he wasn’t alone in the dark through whispered words and interlaced fingers.

The only thing his hand found was empty air, and next to him, the silhouette of Logan moved.

Right. He had a different friend to look after this time, and if he didn’t hurry, he’d be leaving Logan to deal with an entire ship’s worth of armed aliens on his own. The moment of disorientation would serve as an effective distraction for a few moments– but only that.

He twisted on his heel, ignoring the sicking crunch of impact from a few feet away to lunge back through the doors they’d come in through, turning and sprinting down the hall for onetwothreefourfivesix long steps and turn again, reach out and there was the little open shelf area built into the wall for storage.

This was where he tucked Feathers, the lowest part of the shelf, pushed to the back corner, his heart breaking a little at the pain they were so obviously in.

He left them there with a whispered promise to return, his heart pumping rapidly as he bolted back to where he could hear shouting and the beginnings of screaming, steeling himself as he picked up the heavy section of pipe Logan had left leaning against the wall outside.

They were in this together. No matter how much he hated it, he hated the idea of not standing between his best friends and death– or worse– more.

With a shuddering inhale, he plunged into the fight.

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CAMERA LOG SF 9

DESIGNATION: CONNECTOR HALL 3

20:40:56

When the sudden darkness hit, Logan’s eyes had been slightly cracked, and so his vision was still partially impaired.

So, for the first few seconds of the fight, he worked off memory alone.

While the pointless, infuriating conversation he’d had with the raiders’ apparent boss had done their opponents absolutely no favors, Logan had never been one to waste an opportunity. He’d spent the duration of it scanning the room, taking in the aliens closest to him, the ones between him and the boss, and the ones with long-range weaponry held ready.

He went for the ones with paralyzing guns first, because the risk of being hit by a stray shot outweighed the potential of letting them fire off their weapons blindly in a panic, and because it gave him higher odds of hitting targets that weren’t immediately lethal, like hands or arms or even tails.

In his experience, flight was a much stronger impulse than fight for most aliens. Seeing as they had far less adrenaline to numb the pain of an injury and allow them to keep fighting through it, Logan understood why.

He also understood that it made diving into the middle of a herd of opponents much less dangerous. The moment the first few cries of pain and crunches of wrenched limbs rang out, there was a frantic scattering away from the center of the room, like a bowl of marbles dropped on the floor.

Good. The less casualties between him and his goal, the quicker this would be over with.

Even as he twisted around the attempted strike of a heavy, lumbering alien, his thoughts still felt like a looping record, dragged back again and again to those moments before they walked in.

He’d been the one to hold up their sign for wait, paused as though he was assessing the situation even though he knew from the cameras that the Ampen had already been taken hostage.

It had been to satisfy his own curiosity, to justify his own paranoia when it came to their surprisingly resilient impromptu pilot.

The other two hadn’t been in space as long as he had, hadn’t been exposed to the depths that aliens would sink to when it came to humans. He’d taken pains to try and keep it that way, though it sometimes felt as though they were undermining his efforts with how friendly they were, even after everything.

He knew why. Roman and Patton both had far more sociable natures than him, and a willingness to believe the best of others that had been stamped out of him. It was only natural that they would be curious about the first alien they’d met that didn’t hold any sort of power over them.

Logan had attempted to warn them— an attack could stem just as easily from fear and ignorance as it could malice and greed. Feathers, as Roman had so creatively dubbed him, certainly seemed terrified and spiteful enough from the very start.

And yet, even he’d started growing lax in the face of the unexpected kindnesses that the Ampen had granted them. Guidance on the food stocks they had, explanations on the facilities, and a slow but steady easing of tensions the longer both parties went without hurting each other.

They certainly seemed to alarm and bewilder the little alien at every opportunity, that much Logan was more than practiced enough in alien body language to pick up on, but there was understanding there, too.

And it certainly wasn’t greed that motivated Feathers. They’d balked at the Dren canister as though he’d been offering them a severed head on a plate, rather than a rare resource that many aliens were willing to commit atrocities to obtain.

It was the best outcome Logan could have asked for.

It was too good to be true.

So, he’d heard the leader offer Feathers a way out, coaxing them with promises of pest removal, and he’d waited.

Because he wanted proof that he’d been right to keep his distance. Because he’d been so sure that this was it, this was the moment that he was betrayed again, except now it wasn’t only his life at risk, but that of the other two, as well.

Because nobody in space cared what happened to a few humans. Not when ‘human’ was synonymous with ‘monster’.

“I don’t… give starscourge pirates shit,” Feathers had spat, words vehement even as their body refused to do more than dangle limply from their captor’s grasp. “Nobody on this ship… ‘cept me, anyhow.”

For the first time since he’d left Earth’s atmosphere, Logan realized that his worst fears were unfounded.

He’d been stunned. Almost too dumbfounded to think, let alone move.

And somewhere in that unforgivable moment of hesitation, Feathers stalwart refusal to give them up made them expendable.

“Useless,” the leader had hissed, the vitriol dragging Logan’s mind back online just in time to hear a splintering crunch.

The high-pitched shriek of pain only lasted for a handful of seconds before it cut off, and Logan had forced himself to move before his lapse in judgement cost their smallest crewmember any more than it already had.

Only half of his mind was on the conversation, the other half spinning wildly out of control as he watched Patton retrieve Feathers and knew from his tremulous expression alone that it was bad.

‘Bad’ for a human was fatal for an alien, more often than not.

“Logan, eight o'clock!” Patton’s familiar voice snapped him back into the present, and Logan stuck a hand out to smoothly receive the pipe Patton tossed his way.

He forced himself to focus, grounding himself with the sensation of his fingers around the cool metal of the makeshift weapon. Patton was at his side. Feathers had been safely removed from the situation.

There was only one matter he could afford to worry about now, and it was ensuring that he and his companions remained free and safe.

Logan stepped forward and swung, aiming to win.

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CAMERA LOG SF 3

DESIGNATION: MAINFRAME ROOM

20:49:16

Waiting for the all-clear signal had been one of the most painful things Roman had ever had to do.

Up until now, every battle they’d faced, from their daring escape to boarding Feathers’ ship, had been with all three of them fighting together.

To sit in the dim red glow of the emergency light, holding a sharp twisted bit of scrap metal and his heart in his throat, ears straining for any sign that his only friends in the whole of space were alright— it was torture.

Even so, he sat.

Roman would be less than useless in the darkness that played such an instrumental role in their plan, his body responding to the threat and locking down regardless of what his mind had to say. He would become a liability, and the absolute last thing he wanted was to be used against them.

When the whistle finally came— one long call, and then two short bursts— he wasted no time before flicking the lights back on and sprinting down the halls.

Something tight and terrified in his chest loosened the moment the lighting fixtures flickered back to life, but it didn’t fully release its grip on him until he turned a corner and saw Logan, whole and unharmed.

Only Logan.

“Patton—?” he started the moment Logan turned fully to face him.

“Still in the bay,” Logan replied immediately, and for once Roman was grateful for his utter lack of any sense of drama. “He’s helping some of the more critically wounded with tourniquets and the like. They surrendered after I dispatched their leader and the more stringent bodyguards.”

Looking at the way he was splattered heavily with blood, one hand still white-knuckled around the equally-splattered pipe, Roman could imagine why.

“That’s Padre for you,” he replied, trying to remain upbeat even as he detected something distinctly wrong with Logan’s expression. “Is Feathers with him?”

Logan’s face closed off even more, and it felt like an invisible hand was squeezing all the air out of Roman’s lungs.

“They were injured. The severity is…,” he stopped, looking pained. “I need you to guard the main door so I can retrieve them and assess the damage.”

“Go,” Roman said immediately, reaching out and tugging the pipe from his grasp. “Don’t just give up, Specs. I mean, we don’t just have our resources now, right? There’s an entire ship full of supplies right here, and another connected to it. How often do you want to bet space pirates get injured on the job?”

Logan nodded, jerky at first and then smoothing into something more determined. “Right.”

Without another word, he headed down the hall, and Roman took a few deep breaths. He could keep it together for everyone. It didn’t matter if the composure was fake, so long as he acted it out well enough.

By the time Logan returned, he was put-together enough not to balk at the sight of Feathers cradled in his arms like a corpse.

The first thing Feathers had negotiated for was the right to walk for themself. They hadn’t let anyone else hold them since then, still snapped at fingers if Roman tried to pet them even a little.

There was a faint chirping, interspersed with a few nonsense syllables that might have been trying to be words, and Logan drew to a stop immediately, peering down at his passenger.

“Are you with us?” Logan asked, carefully moving a hand to hover over Feathers in an attempt to keep the bright overhead lights from blinding them.

They flinched a little, and then opened their eyes a little further and slowly moved their gaze to stare at Logan.

“You’re badly injured,” Logan told them bluntly in Common, a frantic edge to his voice. “We need to know what sort of treatment will work for you, what kind of medicine— and what amount, as well— is safe for Ampens. It’s very important, Feathers. Can you tell me?”

Roman couldn’t even find it in himself to tease Logan for giving in and using their nickname, too caught up in scanning Feathers’ tiny face for any signs of comprehension, any hope that they would be able to properly treat their wound.

After a few long seconds of blank staring, Feathers straightened up slightly and pushed their head up to butt against the palm of Logan’s hand, like an affectionate cat seeking attention.

Logan went still, like he was being held at gunpoint, and exchanged a desperate, pained look with Roman.

Feathers made a few tiny peeps, more vulnerable that they’d ever let themself be around them before, and Roman struggled not to be overcome by the feeling of his heart sinking right through the floor.

Hesitant and desolate, Logan smoothed his hand over their feathers as carefully as he could. Feathers crooned quietly and slowly settled back into unconsciousness, tiny muscle spasms still rolling through them every so often.

“Find their medic,” Logan said, and when Roman looked up, he found that his friend had settled into the harsh, sharp-edged version of himself, the one he used to harden himself to what they needed to do if they wanted to survive.

They’d all found a little of that in themselves, over the months spent in captivity. Logan had tried to use it to keep a protective shell between himself and their fluffy, stressed out pilot, but Roman was more than willing to use it on Feathers’ behalf.

“I’ll have Patton bring the first one we find to the medical room,” he agreed with a nod, already turning to head into the bay. “Once we’ve got the other ship locked down, we’ll meet you there. Take good care of them until then?”

Logan’s expression twisted the slightest amount, before firming into something determined. “I will.”

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Breeding

Moxiety (Patton x Virgil) Kinktober 2023 Day Eight: Breeding Warnings: sex, breeding, overstimulation, hickeys

Patton's big hands hold firm to Virgil's thighs, keeping them spread wide open. As his callouses rub over Virgil's skin, the latter can't help but shiver.

"Feel good?" Patton teases, which makes Virgil frown, tucking his face into his shoulder to hide his blush, as he mutters a bitter, incoherent response. The sight of Virgil shyly hiding his countenance makes Patton huff out a soft laugh.

"Here I am, generous enough to breed you full, and I don't even get to see your pretty smile?" Patton then says, voice playful, though his words only serve to embarrass Virgil further. "Let me see you, please. I won't continue until you do."

Not that they'd started much. Virgil had foolishly hoped for a quick fuck, neglecting the fact that Patton loved to take his sweet time peppering kisses and touching Virgil's body until Virgil 's begging for him to get to the actual sex. This time was no different, though Patton's drawn-out affection felt more humiliating in this moment, seeing as Virgil had approached Patton asking for something he hadn't before.

In a moment of vulnerability, he'd confessed his own breeding kink, and asked with a red face and darting eyes if Patton would consider indulging him.

And of course, Patton had said yes! And had been playing the part rather well.

Virgil just wishes they could move a little faster!

Slowly, Virgil moves his face from his shoulder, making bitter glaring eye contact with Patton, who smiles affectionately when he sees him.

"There we go," Patton praises, cupping Virgil's face with one of his hands. "My good boy."

Virgil shifts at the praise, glancing away as he licks his lips, before going "can you hurry up, please?"

Patton laughs softly, before leaning over Virgil in order to kiss at the latter’s neck, as his hand rubs over Virgil’s stomach, before wrapping around Virgil’s leaking cock. The feeling of his shaft suddenly being grabbed and stroked slowly has Virgil moaning immediately, arms stretched above his head.

“Is this fast enough for you?” Patton coos, very slowly working his big hand over Virgil’s comparably smaller cock, until Virgil is leaking into his palm.

But despite how good this felt, they both know what Virgil really wanted. And so Patton pulls his hands away after just a few seconds of pleasure, leaving Virgil whining and squirming beneath him.

He’s quickly silenced by Patton’s hands on his hips however, pulling them up off the mattress, before a bottle of lube is being pressed up against his hole and suddenly squeezed, making Virgil gasp and cry out a curse as excess is poured into him.

His blunt nails dig into the pillows above him, only easing once the bottle is tossed away and Patton’s thumbs once again push into his plump thighs, rubbing at the fat.

“There,” Patton muses, sounding a mixture of soft, and proud of himself. “Now it’s like you’ve produced slick all on your own.”

Virgil lets out a trembling moan at Patton’s words, flushing dark red as one of Patton’s fingers circle his hole, pushing two of his fingers in only briefly before pulling them out again, watching as Virgil’s hole clenches around nothing. Laughing under his breath, Patton backs up just enough to unzip his khakis, and pull his cock out.

Virgil watches with wide eyes as Patton reaches for the bottle of lube, pouring the rest over his shaft until the bottle is crushed, and then guiding Virgil’s legs to wrap around his waist.

Pale hands dig into Patton’s shoulders as Virgil reaches for him, gripping hard to his polo as he feels the tip of Patton’s cock push against his hole.

“Ready, love?” Patton murmurs, sweet as ever.

Virgil can only moan in response, eyes pressing shut as Patton slowly pushes into him, thick cock filling Virgil near instantly. The pads of Virgil’s fingers press into Patton’s shoulders as he pulls him closer, perhaps hoping that clinging tighter to Patton will get the rest of his cock inside faster.

“There we go,” Patton whispers, as his cock slides halfway in. “You’re doing so good. You were made for me, Virgil, and this is proof.” Patton’s soft lips hover against the corner of Virgil’s mouth, trail down his cheek, and pause just above Virgil’s earlobe. His hot breath fans against Virgil’s skin, so intimate it makes Virgil shiver.

“I’m going to breed you so full,” Patton says, and Virgil’s head falls back with pleasure as Patton’s hips press flush against his ass. “Going to pump you full of come. Do you want that, Virgil?”

“Y- yes,” Virgil stammers, embarrassed.

“What do you want?”

Patton pulls away to fully admire Virgil’s twisted face, brows furrowed and nose scrunched with a mixture of humiliation and bitterness at the question, but a bit of gentle prompting from Patton has Virgil turning his face to the side, and muttering something unintelligible.

Patton smiles at the muffled sounds. “I can’t hear you.”

With a bit more bile, Virgil turns back to Patton, gritting “I want you to… breed me full.”

“There we go! Good boy!”

Patton pulls him into a kiss before Virgil can even think about uttering a disgruntled comment, trapping his tongue in a brief war with Patton’s own, before Patton shamelessly pushes his tongue past Virgil’s lips, tasting him fully as his hips slowly begin to move.

Their stomachs are pressed flat together, the hair on Patton’s stomach tickling Virgil’s relatively barer skin, though that sensation is quickly forgotten as Patton’s cock thrusts forward and right back inside of Virgil, causing Virgil to break away from the kiss with a gasp, spit dribbling down his chin. He wraps his arms tighter around Patton’s neck, and in return Patton holds tight to Virgil’s hips, as though they’re joined in a perverted embrace.

He thrusts slowly into Virgil, though Virgil isn’t sure whether Patton’s doing it on purpose to tease him, or if he’s genuinely attempting to ease them both into this. Regardless, Virgil feels tortured by his pace, and if it weren’t for Patton’s lips brushing over his neck, he’d be begging for more.

Teeth nip at Virgil’s pale jugular, light and questioning, but Virgil just cocks his head to the side in response, sucking in a sharp breath as Patton accepts the invitation with a firm bite, sucking hard on the skin until they’re both confident a dark hickey will form.

“Going to breed you,” Patton breathes, before kissing Virgil’s skin briefly, interrupting his affection to continue mumbling “going to stuff you full. You’re all mine, Virgil, all mine.”

“God!” Virgil groans, head thrown back. They’d hardly started, and he felt like he was losing his mind.

Patton sucks another mark into Virgil’s flesh, closer to his jaw. Virgil feels his body heat up at the idea of the others seeing, and asking questions about it, but still he moans. He pulls Patton even closer.

“Please,” he pleads, though he’s not even sure what he’s asking for.

Patton’s big hands massage Virgil’s hips and upper thighs, squeezing his fat love-handles before gliding up his sides, and running back down to his hips, of which he holds so tight Virgil feels as though he might have bruises in the shape of Patton’s hands afterwards.

His thrusts speed up inside of Virgil, causing Virgil to jolt with each thrust into him. A steady moan spills from his lips as Patton kisses down his neck and over his collarbone.

Until finally the tip of Patton’s cock slams into his prostate, making Virgil suddenly cry out in pleasure, digging his nails into Patton’s shirt.

“There!” Virgil begs, a pretty, red blush enveloping his features. “Right there, please! Oh, please, please, please!” 

"Please what, Virgil?" Patton urges him. "Use your words." 

The sheer grit in which Patton commands him makes Virgil feel like a doll, helpless to do anything but obey, but happy to do such anyway, despite the pit of humiliation sitting in his stomach, further fueling his arousal. It has Virgil sucking in desperate mouthfuls of air as Patton's thrusts speed up, only serving to make talking a bigger challenge. A glance towards Patton's face reveals his amused, gleaming eyes, as he purposefully works to make Virgil struggle. Virgil groans as he meets Patton's intense gaze, feeling flush. 

"Please-" Virgil stammers, unable to catch his breath, "please- breed me. Please- I need it, I-" 

"Shh," Patton soothes, mockingly, before sucking another deep hickey. "You'll get it. I won't deprive you." 

He lets out a soft moan against Virgil's skin, making Virgil shudder with glee. 

Heat overwhelms Virgil's body as Patton thrusts into his prostate, fucking into it over and over until he's trembling on the brink of an orgasm. Patton's thick cock stretches him open just right, adding to his ultimate pleasure. 

Furthermore, Patton slides one of his big hands between their stomachs to grab and stroke Virgil's cock, working it steadily and lovingly between his fingers, sliding his palm up, then back to the hilt, and then back up again. He sets a rhythm with his rubbing until cute cries are spilling from Virgil's gritted teeth, as the latter attempts to bite back his louder moans of overwhelming delight. 

"Close," Virgil eventually gasps, holding to Patton as tightly as he can. He may be able to hold back for a few minutes, but not forever. Not with how well Patton is handling him. He hears Patton laugh softly from where his face is buried in the skin of Virgil's neck, mouthing over unmarked skin as though it's unclaimed territory. 

"My good boy," he whispers, so quiet Virgil can barely hear. "Be good and come for me." 

Patton's fingers squeeze around Virgil's shaft, urging him to do as he's told and come, which Virgil does in just a few more strokes, making a mess between the two of them with a loud cry. His head is thrown back onto the pillows, giving Patton a clear view of Virgil's neck, littered with hickeys.

Patton slows down inside of Virgil only briefly, giving him a few seconds to catch his breath, before his thrusts start back up again. 

Blearily, Virgil whimpers "what- what?"

"Oh, baby," Patton coos, the pet name making Virgil flush a dark red. "You didn't think we were done, did you? I haven't bred you, yet! How am I going to stuff you full if I haven't even came?" 

Virgil moans at his words, cursing in between his pants. Before he can respond though, Patton is thrusting harder into him, slamming into his prostate so suddenly Virgil can't help but cry out in overstimulation, cock twitching between his legs. 

Patton leans down so they're pressed firmly against each other, trapping Virgil's cock between their pudgy stomachs as Patton kisses Virgil again, gently scratching at Virgil's scalp as his cock slides repeatedly in and out of Virgil, earning overwhelmed cries and moans as Virgil's prostate is abused. 

Thighs shaking, Virgil squeezes them around Patton's waist, pulling him closer despite his body's shaking sensitivity. 

"Come in me!" Virgil pleads, slinging his forearm over his face to hide his no-doubt pathetic expression. "Breed me! Please!" 

His cock is rubbed against Patton's stomach, smeared in his own come as Patton's cock fucks harder into him, making him gasp as he digs his nails hard into Patton's back and shoulders. If they weren't protected by the thin fabric he was wearing, his skin would no doubt be pierced. 

Patton suddenly groans, pulling Virgil's head back in order to bury his face in Virgil's neck. 

"Going to fill you up," Patton huffs, voice sweet but decently excited, making Virgil feel equally as anticipatory. "Going to stuff you full. I wish we had a plug nearby; I'd keep you plugged up all night. Would you like that? Being plugged full of my come?" 

Virgil whines at the question, pushing his hands over his face. 

Immediately, Patton tsks. "Bad boy. Don't you want to be bred? Don't you? If you don't answer me-" Patton's thrusts slow, and he begins to pull his cock out, "-I'll just have to come over you instead. Make an even bigger mess on your stomach, instead of pumping my come inside of it." 

"No!" Virgil pleads, before hesitantly pulling his hands away. "Please- please, Patton!" 

"So nice," Patton coos, ignoring him. "Such a nice, polite boy. Are you sweet, Virgil? A sweetheart who wants to be bred full?" 

Humiliation creeps through Virgil's veins, and seem to go straight to his leaking cock. 

"My sweet boy. My good boy." 

Virgil lets out a soft sob of pleasure as Patton continues to thrust into him, though he's growing noticeably sloppy. He moans, before pressing his lips against Virgil's earlobe, kissing it gingerly, before whispering "I'm close, Virgil. I'm going to fill you up." 

Virgil wraps his arms tightly around Patton, only responding with an embarrassingly desperate "please!"

And Virgil needn't plead any further. 

Patton comes with a pleased groan into Virgil's ear, come spurting into Virgil's hole, properly filling him like he promised he would. Patton fucks Virgil gently through his orgasm, and is pleased when Virgil comes too (he's always found it cute when their orgasms lined up!) but is careful not to let any of his come be pushed out. He's equally as careful as he leans back and slowly pulls out, even lifting Virgil's hips up to prevent spillage. 

With one of his arms wrapped around Virgil's midsection, his other hand lightly gropes at Virgil's pudgy stomach, smiling wide. 

"There we go," Patton breaths, face flushed as he attempts to catch his breath. "Bred properly! How do you feel?" 

"Good," Virgil responds, huffing slightly. There's a bit of silence between them, before Virgil eventually mumbles "thanks, I guess." 

His gratitude makes Patton smile cheekily, as he leans down immediately to smother Virgil in kisses. And despite Virgil squirming slightly, he eventually resigns himself to being on the receiving end of a kiss-attack, letting himself pull Patton close as he relishes in the feeling of being delightfully stuffed full. 

[naminethewriter]

Monstrously Simple Days at College

Chapter Six: Entirely Scientific Interest

Masterpost | First | Previous | Ao3

Story Summary: Humans and Monsters live together in harmony and that means they all get to go to college together. Roman, Remus, Janus, Virgil, Logan and Patton are big group of friends that may be a bit chaotic with all the different monster cultures they hail from. College itself is hard too, but with them all supporting each other, it can’t be that bad, can it?

Content Warnings: Remus starts a discussion about genitalia, comparing the differences between their monster species, it slips in some innuendos but there is no sexual content

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Cultural Exchange is a course every single student at the college is required to take. Be they human or monster, there are no exceptions. The goal of the course is as it says in the name: to learn about the cultures of different people. The humans may only be one species, but they are so widespread that their cultures differ greatly even over relatively small distances, while there are many different species of monsters that do have some cultural differences even within their specific species but not as much variety as humans as a whole. So, there is a lot for both sides to learn.

With as many students as there are, there are several classes going on at once and thankfully for them, Roman, Remus, Logan, Janus, Virgil and Patton were all assigned to the same one. There is one big group project that everyone has to complete and that is to research one culture not represented in the group decided by drawing lots.

They got assigned sirens this time and everyone was happy with that selection. Merfolk in general tend to keep to themselves, but sirens even more so. Unlike what the legends usually say, they use their singing as a defense mechanism. With the continued intermingling of species however, an effort has been made to learn more about merfolk and in turn sirens, so there is some research for the group to fall back on.

Especially Logan and Janus are eager to learn, with the former being simply fascinated by any new knowledge and the latter because his entire nature directs him to gather as much information as possible.

Right now, Roman, Virgil, Janus, Logan and Remus are waiting for Patton in the room they have booked to plan their project. Patton has texted them his apologies for running late but offered to bring them coffee, so they had texted him their orders.

Roman and Virgil are passing the time on their phones, while Janus stares boredly off into space. Logan however is trying to get their partner to stop drawing crude pictures on the whiteboard.

“Remus, this is an inappropriate place for you to draw penises,” he sighs.

“Why’s that?” Remus asks, a smirk on its lips saying they know full well why.

“This is a classroom, meus, not your sketchbook.”

“Why does that matter?! Penises have their place in a classroom.”

Logan raises one of their eyebrows. “How so?”

“Simple anatomy, of course! And they’re different for all of us!” She begins a new drawing next to the penis he already drew. “Look, human cocks have different heads than us dragons! We’re more spear-like and they’re harder, too. Plus there’s some scales along ours.”

“Fascinating,” Logan murmurs as they closely study Remus’ drawings, apparently now fully convinced of their scientific merit.

“Aaaand, ours don’t just hang lose like we’re just begging for them to get damaged. We have sheaths.”

“I was aware of that. In fact, most monster species have them. It’s an interesting similarity between such a variety of biologies.”

“Witches are the same as humans, right?”

“Remus, do you have to ask your partner about their genitals when I’m in the same room?” Roman complains, gagging over her phone.

“It’s simple anatomy, my dear,” Janus chimes in, grinning like Cheshire cat. “Their interest is purely scientific. Weren’t you listening?” Roman gives him a blank look but doesn’t feel like commenting further, so instead she taps on Virgil’s shoulder to show them a meme she just found. Virgil looks over and pulls out on of their earbuds to talk to her about it, the two of them dissolving into their own little world.

Logan ignores their interruption and keeps their attention on Remus. “Indeed. Physically we are the same as humans, but we differ in our spiritual makeup. Though I could alter my form however I please with the right spells.”

“Oh, kinda like Janny then, right? Since you can just shapeshift at will?” Remus turns directly to Janus for that second part who’s studying his nails with disinterest now that the subject of his teasing is preoccupied.

“In a way. My form right now is not my default, and I can have pretty much any parts I want.”

“Truly fascinating,” Logan says as they lean closer, watchful eyes studying Janus’ form. “I was aware of this being a chosen form but not to what extent.”

“Well, it’s not like I can do whatever I want,” Janus clarifies, fully turning towards them. “I can’t change my hair color or grow my limbs longer. But since we sphynxes don’t really have a sex as most others, I’m not as restricted there.”

“But most sphynxes are perceived to be women, right?” Logan wonders, tilting his head as he tries to recall whatever information he has read about them so far.

“Most of my kind would choose ‘woman’ as the label for them before ‘man’, yes. But few actually care. I am pretty much an outlier there.”

“You’re so lucky you don’t have to worry about STDs and pregnancy shit,” Remus sighs. “Interspecies protection is such a hassle to keep track of.”

“What do you mean, he doesn’t have to worry about such things?” Logan asks, their brow furrowed.

“Well, you know how we don’t really know how sphynxes reproduce, right? They keep it this big secret for only them to know.” Remus waits for Logan to nod before continuing its explanation. “Since they do it in that mysterious way we don’t know about, they are completely incompatible with our reproduction systems, so they can’t get pregnant, can’t get anyone else pregnant and don’t even contract the diseases that correlate to genitals.”

“My form is simply an imitation on the most basic level,” Janus adds, grinning at Logan’s stumped expression. “On a genetic level, I am completely different from you. We don’t have the same cells at all. So I can’t get sick with most of the common diseases or really transfer them either.”

“I will need to have an in-depth discussion with you on this subject sometime,” Logan insists, their eyes practically glowing with curiosity.

“Earn it,” Janus says simply. They are all used to the sphynx’s challenges, so Logan’s face simply morphs from curious to determined and he nods.

“I will.”

Remus meanwhile grew bored of their conversation and hones in on his brother’s other partner.

“Hey, Virgy! What about yours?”

“What about my what?” Virgil asks, not having paid much attention since they were focused on Roman.

“Your penis!” Remus calls delighted, hoping to get a fun reaction. Behind Virgil, Roman pulls a face but doesn’t try to interject again.

Virgil pauses for a moment, staring at Remus who simply stares back.

“Why do you think I have one?”

They actually manage to dumbfound Remus with that one as it takes it a second to respond.

“You don’t?”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. How would you know, you’ve never seen me naked.”

“You offering?” Remus grins, having recovered quickly but Virgil simply shows them the finger. “Boo, you’re no fun.”

“Stop trying to get at my partners’ private parts, Remus!” Roman groans. “Can we change the topic, please?”

“Just don’t engage, darling, you’re only going to rile her up more,” Janus purrs, hopping off of the table he’s been lounging on. He walks over to his partners and leans closer to Roman, grinning. “Instead, let’s talk about when you’re going to taste my dust again.”

Roman slips her phone back into her pocket to fully focus on her boyfriend immediately.

“Oh, please, you won last time only because I wasn’t feeling well then.”

“Keep telling yourself that, dear. Maybe you’ll believe it eventually,” Janus teases, his wings shuddering behind him in anticipation of another flying race already. Roman’s wings similarly shift behind her, though she is careful with the left practically leaning on Virgil, who looks at them, annoyed.

“Not this again,” they groan. “Just leave me out of it, please.”

“But we need a referee, sweetheart!” Janus pouts dramatically and not at all sincerely. “You can’t just leave us hanging!”

“Oh please,” Virgil scoffs, pushing Janus away from them when he tries to lean closer to them with his puppy eyes. Janus is rooming with Patton, he’s learned a lot about looking like a kicked puppy, but Virgil wouldn’t be swayed. “You don’t listen to me anyway and 9 out of 10 times you need photographic evidence to see who won. I am utterly unnecessary.”

“How dare!” Roman gasps, taking Virgil’s phone out of their hand to grab it instead and hold it close. “How could my wonderful knight ever think they’re unnecessary! You are most integral, no matter what! Even if your presence is simple moral support, you’re doing your part!”

Virgil’s face turns slightly purple and they pull their hand back, mumbling something incoherent under their breath. They look over to Remus and Logan, hoping they weren’t paying attention and thankfully they weren’t as they were now discussing what looked like a drawing of an anatomically correct heart.

“You could also just join the race. Maybe your speed has increased since the last time,” Janus teases and Virgil’s head snaps back to him, the purple tint on their cheeks becoming stronger.

“Oh, shut up,” they grumble.

“Stop teasing them, Janus,” Roman chides lightly, but her grin shows that she’s enjoying teasing their partner just as much. “Their bat form is just not made for racing.”

“It would definitely win an adorableness contest though.”

“Oh, for sure.”

“Shut up, both of you!” Virgil whines, hiding in the collar of their cloak.

“Uhhhh, what are we teasing the emo about?” Remus asks as it bounds over, grinning delightedly.

“Remus,” Logan sighs but doesn’t otherwise interfere.

“You don’t get to tease, that’s partner privilege,” Roman says, sticking her tongue out at her brother who returns the gesture.

“We were talking about racing actually, Remus. Want to join sometime?” Janus offers and Remus’ eyes brighten immediately.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Nooo, you’re just going to cheat!”

“Am not!”

“So are!”

“I guess we do need you to referee after all, darling,” Janus purrs at Virgil with a sly smile as the twins continue to bicker and Logan tries fruitlessly to get them to stop.

Thankfully for them, that’s when the door opens and Patton finally tumbles in.

“Sorry, kiddos!” he huffs, placing the palette of coffee orders on a table. “The coffee shop was super full and the barista looked on the verge of tears so I offered to help her out for a few minutes until the line was under control. But I got a nice discount on the drinks and a bagel as a thank you!”

“Thank you for buying us coffee, Patton,” Logan says as he grabs the cup marked for him, as well as Remus’. The others also say their thanks as the drinks get distributed and they all enjoy a few sips.

“Oh yeah, Pat! I have a question!” Remus announces suddenly.

“Sure, kiddo, shoot!”

“Is your dick furry?”

“Oh, for the love of gold, Remus! Shut up!”

[sanderssidesthehouse]

Can you do Patton for the character bingo? I've seen a lot of different takes so I'm curious to see what you think.

-🌻🌼

Hi flower anon! I'm a little nervous about this one ngl but I will do it for you.

Circle sizes represent how confident I was marking a box. Not a lot of confidence on this one bc I'm still conflicted. I think further resolution of his arc might solidify how I feel about him, or change it completely.

I don't really like Patton Sanders and that's my toxic trait, but HEAR ME OUT. I don't want to convince anyone not to like him, in fact I'd love to convince people of all the reasons they COULD possibly like him! Just like bc of my real life personal experiences, I'm not very fond of him. He is not my blorbo 😔 I don't hate him, but I do mildly dislike him. (As a character I think he's great, his conflict presents a fascinating narrative that I enjoy quite a lot.)

"But Ace," I hear you saying, "you said you don't like him and yet you still think he's being done dirty by fans?" To which I say "Yes, absolutely, there are people out there liking and disliking him for the wrong reasons!" (In my humble opinion.)

Patton is NOT an innocent little baby who needs to be protected, NOR is he a manipulative asshole. He's just a guy trying his best who messes up sometimes. He should be treated like an adult with agency and be given some grace for when he stumbles.

He does care about his famILY and he tries so hard to show it, but he's always felt like he has to know the correct answers and that they're depending on him. And tbh with how much c!Thomas defers to Morality, I get it. When someone is constantly looking to you for answers and it's your job to have them, saying 'I don't know' is scary! But he and everyone else should really try to be brave and say 'let's figure it out together' rather than confidently giving an answer that has a good chance of being wrong. But again, I do understand the crushing weight of these expectations.

I think it's really clever that Morality got paired with Emotions, bc emotions are what drives morality. Different people have different emotions that more strongly affect their morals, with Patton, we see compassion as a primary motivator, but also fear. The fear of slipping into the category known as 'bad person' and the fear of that categorization being permanent. And then bottles that fear up out of shame. Very catholic guilt of him.

I do feel bad for Patton where we left him bc he's finally going to get the help he needs, but somewhat at the cost of the love and respect of his famILY. Roman feels betrayed, Virgil hates Janus, and Logan... Well he's got a lot going on right now anyway.

I prefer Patton when I'm looking at him through the lens of his relationships to the others. He really does his best for them, he's a sweet guy. He tries to be encouraging and he clearly knows the other three very well. And with Janus I think the strongest negative emotion he feels is occasional annoyance, you know, like when he was impersonated. He seems to actually kind of like him otherwise. Not the biggest fan of Remus, which is an understandable side effect of him not yet having sorted himself out. He's trying now, so I'm sure that will come with time.

Also his froggy traits are sick as hell and I hope we see more, I want to see more, make him a frog please, I beg. That's like, the high point of his character to me, I actually had to come back and edit this after I scheduled it to include that bc holy crap Patton's a frog and I love that for him, but I also love that for ME.

So why don't I like him? I have intrusive thoughts and moral ocd and personal trauma I'm not going to get in to so like... He's just so unbelievably frustrating to me as he currently is. Also it just irks me that he's clearly not as naive as he pretends to be and it just boils my blood when people play willfully ignorant. He's doing it bc he's scared, but isn't that why everyone does it? It's still bad, and it causes a lot of damage. I'm of the opinion that if something scares you, you should learn everything you can about it. Logan said something like that once and he was right.

He just makes me feel the need to tell people they don't have to be a moral paragon to be good or do good things or be deserving of happiness, health, safety, and love. I get it's his job and all, I just really can't separate a character like that from all the stuff I had to learn and unlearn for my personal health and safety. And maybe I actually just want to say that to him. Maybe the problem is that we're too similar in all of our worst traits and seeing a grim reflection where once stood a cheery mural is upsetting. Maybe it's Maybelline.

Idk, I might actually like him. I'm very wishy washy on this subject. I think I can manage liking him while also disliking him. I'm very talented. I would love for everyone to tell me all the reasons they love Patton! I think he's neat and I'd love to like him.

[xxgothchatonxx]

Okay here's my 'pros and cons' of the season 5 finale.

Pros:

The acting was fantastic.

LASZLO APOLOGIZING TO GUILLERMO!!!

I teared up when Derek finally found friends

Memo not 100% begging for forgiveness.. still would've liked him to go off but at least he wasn't begging

I liked the more sombre tone of the episode? Like it still had the jokes but it felt different.

NOT using the Djinn wishes to turn things back to how it was before!

The hybrids! My babies! <3

Hi Patton Oswalt! :)

Cons:

After all that, Memo's a human again... granted, nowhere near as bad as I expected but it still feels lazy, I'm sorry. Also his sudden "omg i have to kill, noooo" thing- thank god these writers aren't writing for Louis, good grief.

At least Nadja didn't bitch-slap Memo again but for the love of christ- yep, I'm done. I'll always have Pine Barrens, at least.

Nandor not wanting to turn Memo for all those years cos he knew Memo wouldn't be able to handle it- yeah nah, I call bullshit.

It could've been a lot worse... definitely could've been better... but I've learned to set my expectations to a certain level. So, I didn't love it, but I didn't hate it either. But I definitely understand people's frustrations.

[sodascherrycola]

Instagram Intros (Pete Wentz’s Kids)

Greyson Peter Lewis Wentz (@greysonlewis)

DOB: March 11th 2003 Age: 21 years old Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Nicknames: Grey, Greys, Gigi S/O: Leanna Patton Kids: None Best Friend(s): Miles Stumph and Lincoln Merritt Aesthetic: Greyson was a wild card for both Pete and Amanda. He was born whilst they were still trying to understand what exactly they were. They knew that they loved each other, that they loved their son. They also knew that they couldn’t live without each other. Even though they had been dating for two years, one when they had found out, they weren’t too sure on the stability of their relationship. As a child, Greyson’s parents were on and off, though he had always had a good experience with their co-parenting. He thought he had the coolest dad in existence and begged his mom to let him go on tour with his dad and band members. He can vividly remember the first time he saw his dad perform. Pete was onstage slamming the ever living life out of his bass and in that moment Greyson knew what he wanted out of life. He wanted to be just like his father. When he was about 15 he had started a band and tried it out a few times with different people, but truly found his passion working with the young Miles Stumph. Miles always found Greyson as sort of a big brother and adored him in every way. Besides they grew up together watching their dad perform along side one another, why wouldn’t it be a good fit? And a good fit it was. They were touring two years later.

Mia Violet Blake Wentz (@mimipriv)

DOB: September 24th 2006 Age: 18 years old Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Nicknames: Mi, Mimi, Mini S/O: Graham Hill Kids: None Best Friend(s): Stella Stumph and Sasha Hensley Aesthetic: Mia Wentz’s nickname wasn’t mini for a reason. She was Mandy’s mini me through and through. Mia inherited both her mother’s lively spirit and beauty inside and out. It was funny to her mom, how her and her best friend Stella reminded her of her and her own best friend, Stella’s mother Anna. Mia was constantly lovin’ on her dad, just like Mandy. Always dancing in the car, and the shower, her room, and the grocery store, just like Mandy. Pete could’ve sworn that Mia was his wife only smaller and squeakier, it was something he found most endearing and he was proud of his baby for finding love in everything. She had this in-the-moment attitude about her from the beginning. It was an on-going joke between her parents that she was born early because she couldn’t wait to meet everyone and dance on something other than her mother’s bladder. When Mia was around five or six, she became the Fall Out Boy spokesperson. Everyone in the band claims that she’s the reason the hiatus ended and the new age of FOB began. Considering how young she had been when they broke up in the first place, she had a yearning to go on tour with her dad the way her older brother used to reminisce on with her. All of this to say, Mia was the reason we still have Fall Out Boy to this day.

David Alexander Cole Wentz (@davesoncolewentz)

DOB: August 7th 2010 Age: 14 years old Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Nicknames: Dave, Davey, D S/O: Elyse Waller Kids: None Best Friend(s): Zackery Waller and Isabella Strong Aesthetic: David hated his name. He hated it more than anything else in the entire world. His mother named him after his great grandfather, a man she loved as a little girl who had sadly passed away when she turned 21. Grandpa David was the only one in her family that accepted Pete, liked him and thought he was fantastic for his granddaughter. After her family had practically disowned her, she decided to live with him for a while once he got sick. Pete had made sure to ask for his approval to marry Amanda and the rest is history. Pete was actually the one to suggest naming their second son after the man. David despised him for it. He thought it sounded too old in his 2nd grade class of Mason’s, Jackson’s, and Ryan’s. He hated going to school because of the constant bullying he was facing. It wasn’t until he blew up on Pete one day that his father finally had had enough and lied down with his boy to have a chance at making the situation better. He had to explain why he was named after Grandpa David, then why his mother’s family disliked his father. He had to explain that he didn’t like his old man name either, but it suits him like David did him. Why should he want to have the same name as Jackson who sits beside him. Daveson would sound pretty silly huh Davey? It was a tough pill to swallow for a seven year old, but it worked, sort of. He had yelled a lot of hateful things at his dad, an outburst of all the anger and frustration built up from his peers who had hurt him. He cried to his dad after, the sense of guilt washing over him. Pete took him out of school the next day for a hangout with his boy and it became the norm every Tuesday until David got into high school and started skipping with his buddies. Pete still holds a special place in his heart for the two David’s, and the time he spent with them each.

Bruin Chester Bear Wentz

DOB: December 9th 2013 Age: 11 years old Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Nicknames: Bru, Boston, Ted, Teddy S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Hattie Stumph and Ruby Trohman Aesthetic: Bruin was Pete's duplicate. They were the same person inside and out. He had his father’s curls and loud personality. He oftentimes had teacher’s phone his parents due to his active nature. He had a hard time with distractions and staying still for even a minute. He was diagnosed with ADHD when he was 8. At first he was embarrassed and didn’t like all the extra attention he received from staff at his school, but then he started doing really well in class, something he had difficulty with before. He loved his older brothers, always looking up to them for advice. David was the best with this, knowing what it’s like to be a younger brother himself. He taught him how to play the drums, something that could help with Bruin’s need to keep busy and stimulated. He actually got really good at this. His Uncle Andy even suggested him coming up on stage and playing with the band. Pete and Amanda were quite private with their family and children, trying their best to keep them away and safe from paparazzi and weird fans. So it’s safe to say that they were not too thrilled with the idea of their 9 year old being on stage in front of thousands of people with their cameras out. The rest of the band came to Bruin’s defence though saying it’s a good thing to show off what the kid has been dying to working on. Bruin had begged his parents all day all night until they finally agreed on one show one song and that’s it. Bruin freaked and called everyone he knew. It was truly a beautiful moment when the kid went on stage and jammed out with everyone, his dad was really proud that he could share this with his son. And you know damn straight David was in the curtain watching his little brother have the time of his life.

Romeo Edward Brookes Wentz

DOB: October 17th 2020 Age: 4 years old Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Nicknames: Ro, Rome, Romey S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Charlotte Stumph and Lucky Otto Aesthetic: Romeo was by far the quietest out of the Wentz bunch. He rarely cried and when he did it came out more like a whimper. He was so quiet that he never woke his parents up during the night when he wailed and his mother had to put an alarm at night to check on him. Romey had a very good emotional radar. He was in touch with his emotions at a young age. Ro would communicate to his parents the same way you would see an adult do, and it shocked them how eerily well spoken their baby was. His first would was please when his father was feeding him, Pete of course taking too long talking to his wife, Romeo reached for the spoon waved in his face and said “Please” in the tiniest voice you could barely hear it. His parents heard and freaked out. He couldn’t even cry, just reach his tiny hand closer to his food. Ro didn’t like his father’s music, being a little too loud for his mini ears, and he wasn’t afraid to tell people. His Uncle Patrick invested in baby headphones for him at the next show. He was actually quite close to his Uncle Trick. They would just chat before shows about anything that came to Romey’s little brain. Things like how does the sun get energy and why are cats tinier than dogs. Things that Patrick didn’t know how to answer and so they would google it together. Bonding.

Evie Amara Inez Wentz

DOB: October 17th 2020 Age: 4 years old Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Nicknames: Eve, Evvy S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Charlotte Stumph and Lola Roberts Aesthetic: Evie was the opposite of her twin brother Romeo. She was energetic and giggly, always running around, always trying to do something. She was much more ambitious too. While Romeo sat in his crib waiting for his mom’s alarm to go off, Evie was climbing out to remind her parents. She joined dance when she was 2 and has been dancing ever since. She makes sure that every single one of her Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents, and Siblings can attend her recital. She had loads of energy, and loved to sing along with her dad’s band and mom’s playlists. Evie loved playing mom with Mandy and PJ, inviting herself to dress and change her little brother, of course with the help of her parents. She would stand on a stool and feed him, watch as he played in his playpen, you name it, she helped. Eve was all around a good kid, knows her manners and is an early riser despite her parents praying she would just go back to bed. Pete was a big push over for his youngest daughter too. Oh you want a puppy? Here you go and toys and a new collar. The puppy’s name was Robbie if you were wondering. Still don’t know why she named him that.

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

On Death’s Doorstep (pt 33/?)

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Word count: 1407

Rating: Teen

Pairings: platonic Remy&Virgil&Patton, background Anxceit

Warnings: I mean, if you’ve read the rest of this fic then I don’t think there’s anything major or new in this part

Begin section 4: the home stretch

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As far as afterlives went, Remy’s probably wasn’t going too bad, especially when one considered that she was alive. It could be going better for sure, she could have a bio dad who wasn’t a supervillain, she could not be forced to live in a building with said supervillain bio dad and his supervillain friends, she could have not died at all, but she was now on a first name basis with her favorite superhero — who was not only not homophobic, but actually gay — so always a silver lining. 

And Virgil’s son was adorable. 

“–And when you get to the top you have to jump!” The five-year-old explained to Remy as she pushed him on the swings in the playground that the supervillains apparently had on the roof of their building. 

“Patton, buddy, please don’t jump off the swings, you could hurt yourself,” Virgil begged from the neighboring swing that he was using as a seat. 

“Um, but if I get hurt you can make it better,” Patton reasoned sensibly. Children were smart, Remy hadn’t realized how smart they were before — probably because she’d never really been around children younger than her. 

“But it would still hurt,” Virgil emphasized. “And it would be scary. For all of us.”

Patton seemed to think about this very seriously before deciding “ok, daddy.”

“I could jump,” Remy mused. The last time she had been on a swing set, she hadn’t been able to fly; it might be fun to jump from the apex of her swing. 

“No, because you would get hurt and it’d be scary,” Patton explained. 

“Remy can fly, kiddo,” Virgil said. “So she can jump off of things and be alright. But you can’t so I don’t want to catch you trying.”

“Um, but I can fly!” Patton declared. 

“Prove it when you’re not on the swing set and then we can talk, alright?”

Patton pouted but made no move to prove his claim. 

Soon, the kid grew tired of the swing and asked Remy to help him stop. Once the swing was stopped enough, he jumped off and ran for the big slide. Remy took a seat on his abandoned swing. 

“How are you feeling today?” She asked Virgil. He’d been sick, and this was the first day since Remy had first been brought back that she hadn’t seen him involuntarily teleport or accidentally bend light. 

“Tired,” he said honestly. “But better than I have in a long time — like I’m whole again, y’know?”

She didn’t really, but she couldn’t imagine being unable to access her powers for months on end. She nodded. 

“What about you?” He asked. “How are you feeling– careful, kiddo! Watch your step! –How are you feeling about everything?”

Patton’s laughter carried over the playground easily. 

“It’s weird,” Remy admitted. “Really weird.”

She studied the fingers on her left hand. Two of them weren’t hers, but they responded to her commands like they’d been there her entire life

“I’m really sorry.”

Remy shrugged. “Nothing you could have done — about any of it. I’m sorry I took your bed.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to get much use out of it anyway,” Virgil chuckled. 

While Virgil had been sick, Remy had spent a lot of time with Gemini — who was actually two different people which made so much sense that Remy was a little mad at herself for not realizing it sooner — as her primary babysitters. At the time, she honestly would have preferred that they just left her alone, but looking back on it, she was glad she wasn’t alone for those first few days. 

It was an adjustment, but at least her stepdad wasn't here. She missed her mom. 

“Roman’s offered to let us switch apartments with him,” Virgil continued. “He’ll take the third floor and we can have the fourth. He’s got two bedrooms, so it sounds like a good deal, but we’d be closer to Logan’s apartment, so you can say no if you want.”

“Don’t know what difference it’d make,” Remy muttered petulantly. “He already does whatever the hell he wants.”

Virgil chose not to comment, though whether that was his way of agreeing, or just letting it slide, Remy wasn’t sure. 

“Daddy!” Patton screeched, barreling into Virgil’s legs. “Can Janus come over for dinner please?”

“Uh,” Remy was fairly certain she wasn’t supposed to notice the hesitant glance he sent her way. She understood that if she had such a problem with Logan, she ought to have at least a little bit of a problem with the other villains in the house, but she was actually warming up to them. 

Plus, there may or may not have been a notebook hidden under Remy’s bed at home, filled with her Knightcaster/Serpentine fanart, and she might be geeking out a little bit about the fact that they were actually dating on the inside. 

“I don’t mind,” Remy answered as nonchalantly as she could — which must have either been too much or too little based on the suspicious look Virgil leveled her with. 

“Alright, bud,” Virgil said once he’d decided that Remy was telling the truth. “Why don’t we go ask them. Do you want to come, Remy?”

“Can I stay here a little longer? I promise I can find my way back on my own,” she tried to make her joke lighthearted, but the sympathetic smile Virgil shot her told her she’d failed. 

“Take all the time you need, kid,” Virgil answered. “C’mon, kiddo, let’s go see Jan.”

“YAY!” Patton shrieked, taking Virgil’s hand and pulling him towards the stairwell. Virgil waved at Remy one last time before he and Patton were gone. 

Now alone, Remy slumped over. She wanted to go back in time — before her death, before she became a vigilante, before her mom met Mike. 

Maybe even before her mom left Logan. 

Life is so simple when you’re young, and right now Remy felt old beyond her years — maybe Logan had gotten her transplants from an older body, maybe that’s where all this newfound age came from. 

Remy started swinging, her gaze fixed on the clear blue sky. There was nothing stopping her from leaving; there was a whole wide world out there, and no one but the people in this building would be looking for a deceased teenage vigilante. She could start over somewhere, anywhere. 

She thought back to what Patton had said and jumped at the apex of her swing. She allowed herself to drift steadily upwards, thinking maybe she could just drift away; instead, she found herself running into an invisible barrier about twenty feet up that got ahold of her, and pushed her gently around towards the edge of the building before plopping her back onto the roof, like a slow, invisible slide. 

Curious. 

A barrier like that must have a generator somewhere, so logically, Remy went to look for it. It wasn’t on the playground, so that left the garden, or Logan’s work area. While Logan’s area was the obvious choice, he also probably had all sorts of security to get into it, so Remy checked the garden first, just to be sure. 

It wasn’t in the garden. 

There were security cameras watching the fence that divided off the roof — similar cameras had been set up in Virgil’s apartment the first night Remy had been there, though those had disappeared by the second night — but Remy decided to ignore them. Let Logan be mad at her if he wanted, Remy didn’t give a shit. 

The fence was reinforced, but the gate seemed to just have a keypad as a security measure. For an eight digit code like the pad was asking for, there were one hundred million possible combinations one could try, and Remy definitely didn’t have the time — or the patience — to try them all. 

She put in her own birthday, and when that didn’t work, she put it in the European way. The gate opened. 

Inside were some stargazing equipment, a station that looked to be monitoring the weather, some locked cabinets, and a large generator. 

Remy considered the generator for a minute. It would be easy enough to disable — then she could go anywhere. 

In the end, she left the generator untouched. Patton would be sad if she failed to show up for dinner, and she’d hate for him to end up hurt if no one thought to switch the generator back on after she was gone. 

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Didn’t give this one my usual editing process ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Not sure how long this section will be (don’t currently have an outline other than I know what the next two chapters will be) but we’re just gonna get into it. Might end up being on the longer side, contrarywise, might end up the shortest one, who knows? Certainly not me :)

I will do my best to neither rush the ending, nor drag it out

ODD taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling @lost-in-thought-20 @remy-the-lemon-berry @jinxcrafter @apinkline2715 @gothfoxx @donutsarepartybagels @xoaningout @meganmoneky14

[calethelettuce]

The Sides and Their Signature/Favorite Desserts

I'm dedicating this blog to little un-canon ideas for SaSi, send me requests!!! Small TW, there's a mention of we3d and some minor cursing :P

✨Roman✨

- A red velvet, three tiered cake with cream cheese icing decorations so perfect you'd think it's a painting

"No baking skills can compare to the skills of the mighty Prince Roman! Prepare your feeble taste buds!"

- Might cry if one detail is slightly messed up

- Makes cakes for birthdays

⭐Logan⭐

- A simple thumbprint cookie, of course filled with Crofter's jam. Each cookie has a different flavor of jam!

"I don't bake often, however I will admit these cookies are satisfactory."

- The sides fricking adore these cookies and beg him to give them the recipe coughcoughROMANcoughcough

- One of his "guilty" pleasures

🌩️Virgil🌩️

- Triple fudge brownies, topped with a thin layer of chocolate frosting and purple sprinkles.

"I sat here and panicked over the oven. I think they're slightly burnt? Oh well. You're welcome."

- Actually scared of the oven, makes another sit in the kitchen just in case (normally Patton, who's honestly glad because he gets to eat the extra frosting and batter)

- Literally never shares (I think he's a chocolate fiend ok, change my mind YOU WON'T)

💙Patton💙

- Hand-filled raspberry jam donuts, topped with different frostings and rainbow sprinkles.

"Oh, good to see you, kiddos! I made donuts! Al-dough, make sure you don't eat too many at once!"

- The jam inside varies, although the others normally beg him to fill the donuts with Crofter's jams instead of the jam he normally uses

- Stress bakes just about everything, so there's never a lack of desserts in The Mind Palace

⚜️Janus⚜️

- Banana Chip Muffins, sometimes with chocolate chips in there

"I totally put something in these. They're poisoned."

(Translation: "I didn't put anything in them. They're safe to eat.")

- Don't let this guy near the oven, he will literally stand there with the door open just soaking in the heat

- Enjoys baking every once in a while, although Remus likes to try and sneak some weird sh1t in the batter

⬛Remus🟩

- W3ed brownies.

"These brownies are THE SH1T! Come ooooon, just eat one!"

- omfg don't even eat them please save yourself

- bakes as a joke and then the kitchen always ends up smelling like drugs

BONUS!

💤Sleep💤

- Starbucks Cake Pops.

"Seriously, babes? You expect me to care enough to bake? That's cute."

- Bro is obsessed with those things omg

- I don't even know what to say atp

💗Emile💗

Homemade Cookie Cats! They're a pet for your tummy!

"Well, if every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs!"

- Really can't bake well, but he's trying

- He likes making the ice cream inside the best :3

🌈C!Thomas🌈

Will literally eat anything and make anything that sounds relatively good

"Who said I needed to have standards? Sugar is sugar!"

- I literally mean it, this dude will eat any sweet thing you give to him and then regret it 20 minutes later

- Remus almost got him to eat a we3d brownie lol

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Oh also shameless tag @thatsthat24 hi Thomas :3

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

Discoveries

Prompt: “We can work this out, okay? Just come back here, it’s not safe there. You know that too.” (Credit to @me-writes-prompts for this prompt!!)

Ship: romantic Prinxiety

CW/TW: slight self harm, panic attacks, swearing, unsympathetic Virgil, unsympathetic Janus

Summary: Finally deciding to leave the “Dark Sides” Virgil leaves Janus after a heated argument, leaving him begging for him to come back.

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Virgils glare burned a hole into Janus’ irises, face hot and wet with incessant tears, voice hoarse and unbearably scratchy from the yelling that echoed off of the walls of Janus and his room.

Janus looked back, expression tender and begging, sincere. He stepped closer to him. “Virgil, please. I know we have our differences but I think if we just talked it out we could—“

Virgil’s shoulders were up to his neck, his entire body felt like it was burning from the unforgiving rage boiling inside of him. “Save the shit Deceit, I don’t wanna hear it.”

Janus’ expression changed in the blink of an eye, going from pleading to stone cold anger. “Yknow what? Maybe Thomas was right about not wanting you around, after all, Paranoia isn’t very healthy…” he said, seething pain and irritation dripping off his tongue.

Virgil wrapped his arms around himself tightly, knowing from past experience that the grip would leave bruises, but the pain grounded him enough to help him leave his expression the same, not letting Janus have the satisfaction of knowing he got to him.

“You’re nothing but a manipulative sack of shit. I can’t believe I trusted you.” Virgil growled. The statement was only half true; Of course Janus had his moments—all of them did, inevitably, although some more than others.—but he and Remus were the first to accept him with open arms, although recent events said otherwise.

Janus scoffed at the statement, not saying anything else in response.

Virgil let go of himself, summoning a bag and shoving whatever that was nearest to him into it; A blanket, headphones, his phone, his poetry collection that consisted of Sylvia Plath, Edgar Allen Poe, and Emily Dickinson.

Janus watched silently as Virgil sunk out, not bothering to give him a second glance.

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Virgil walked through the border between the light and dark mind palace, feeling his emotions shift from completely enraged with no ending in sight to mildly irritated. His body relaxed, the released tension leaving him fatigued. His jaw unclenched and his nails found their way out of his palms.

He sighed before twisting the knob and letting himself into a world of new possibilities. He stepped one foot into the common area and all noise was stripped from the room. He found Logan on the couch, Patton asleep next to him. He heard Roman singing Hamilton from his bedroom. Logan was the first to notice his presence.

“Anxiety? It’s odd seeing you here, is there an issue?” Logan looked at him the way he looked at every other side, an impassive expression all over his face.

Virgil sat on the floor facing the couch where Logan was sitting, flipping through a “History Of NASA” magazine.

He shook his head. “I might need to stay here a while..I don’t know.” He said faintly, taking his headphones and phone out of his bag, not wanting to make eye contact.

“For what reason in particular?” Logan responded, bookmarking the page he was on and setting it down next to him.

“Deceit. He..” his voice trailed off as he stared at his phone, searching through multiple different playlists for a certain song to match his mood.

“He what?” Logan prompted, confusion in his voice.

Virgil looked up, “We got into an argument, an extremely heated one, that’s it. I don’t want to be there anymore. Can we please drop this?”

Logan nodded “Yes, Of course. I suppose I should let the others know you’re here then?” He asked.

Virgil blinked in surprise at the compliance with dropping the subject before slowly nodding a “yes”.

Logan disappeared for a minute into the hallway, leaving Virgil to his music, letting the words sink in and calm his nerves.

He reappeared once again, Virgil taking out his headphones, noticing Roman had stopped singing.

“I have let him know. I am sure that Patton is fine with you being here, so no need to worry.” Logan said.

Virgil nodded, getting up and sitting on the couch next to Logan.

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Hours passed before Roman finally left his room, coming into the common area where Patton and Virgil were watching Lion King.

“Hiya, Kiddo! Wanna join us?, we’re binge watching Disney movies” Patton said giddily, the TV illuminating his a multitude of different colors.

Roman looked to the TV, watching as Scar let go of Mufasa, and nodded. “That sounds delightful Pat, sure.” He seemed a little hesitant before sitting down beside Patton.

“Logan’s working on some big project in his room so if you’re wondering where he is that’s where” Patton clarified, hoping to ease his confusion a bit; luckily, it worked, and Roman settled into the sofa. “He also doesn’t like Disney movies” he added, giggling a bit.

Virgil stayed silent, staring at the TV; trying to make it seem as if he was focused on the movie when in reality his mind was elsewhere. Guilt coursed through his bloodstream, leaving him feeling hollow. His phone buzzed and he picked it up, the screen practically blinding him due to the darkness of the room.

It was a message from Janus. He hadn’t even been gone a day and Janus was already begging for him to come back.

“We can work this out, okay? Just come back here, it’s not safe there. You know that too.” He had written.

Virgil tried ignoring him, acting as if he’d never seen the message, god how he tried, but within seconds he found the lack of response too anxiety inducing to ignore.

He stood up, walking into the nearest room absentmindedly, and closing the door, calling Janus.

He listened to the phone ring and ring and ring until it went to voicemail. He texted Janus back, fingers flying over the screen.

“It’s a lot safer here, actually. You were wrong Janus, you have to let it go. I’m not coming back, and I don’t want to work anything out, give it up already.”

The message was a lot nicer than intended, but he sent it anyway.

Janus left him on read.

He was about to leave the room before he was struck with the sight in front of him. Silky red curtains, star decals everywhere, Disney characters plastered on the door— shit. He was in Romans room.

He would’ve laughed at the decor of the room had he not been so tense.

A knock at the door made him jump, and he opened it quickly, coming face to face with Roman.

“Do you wanna explain why you’re in my room?” He said, confusion and Irritation apparent with every word.

Suddenly, the room was spinning and nausea hit him like a truck. Too many things were happening at once. The control once ever so present in his life was slowly crumbling like sand in his hands.

Roman caught him before he fell, holding up all of his weight with ease. “Woah, hey.” he said, taken off guard. Virgil didn’t respond, couldn’t respond.

“Breathe, take deep breaths, can you do that?” Roman said

Virgil took a breath and exhaled a shuddery one, leaning against Roman, the knowledge that Princey was seeing him like this only made it worse.

“Good, that’s good. Can you do a couple more for me?” Roman cooed

Virgil repeated the cycle a few times before the room became less and less blurry and the nausea subsided slightly.

Roman led him to his bed, both of them sitting down next to eachother.

“What is going on? You just…showed up here suddenly” Roman looked away from the side next to him, his eyes fixated on the floor. He was hesitant to speak; apart from his usual cockiness, truth be told he was really afraid to say the wrong thing.

“Ja— Deceit…I left the others.”

“You..oh okay..” he said softly

“So does this mean…”

“That I’m one of you?” Virgil finished the sentence for him.

Roman nodded, looking up at him.

“I doubt you guys would want me to be.” Virgil mumbled, messing with the loose seams of his jacket.

“Hey, no. You do a great deal for us and Thomas. You mean a lot, Anxiety.” Roman responded sweetly.

“Virgil.” Virgil corrected.

“Virgil..?” Roman parroted, eyes widening a bit.

“My name, it’s Virgil.” He repeated.

While he was still weary about trusting the Others, he didn’t see the pain in telling atleast one of them his name; if he made fun of it, then so be it.

“I think that’s wonderful.” Roman said, slowly taking the other sides hand in his.

Virgil’s face heat up with surprise and happiness and he immediately hid it with his hoodie sleeve “thanks, I guess” came the muffled reply.

“You’re one of us, I’ve deemed you so, right here, right now, and if anyone has a problem with it they can talk to me” Roman said confidently, taking Virgil’s hand away from his face and kissing it.

Virgil couldn’t stop smiling and Roman loved it.

“You have a beautiful smile, Virge” Roman said, hoping to egg on the side infront of him.

Virgil practically fell apart, pulling Roman close and kissing him, smiling into it.

Roman returned the passion, holding Virgil gently as their teeth accidentally knocked together from the uncontrollable smiles.

Roman pulled them apart, forehead pressed against Virgils.

“You can stay here for as long as you need, alright?” Roman whispered.

“I could stay here forever.” Virgil responded.

‘and I will’ he thought to himself.

[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.”

[itsatechreel]

Corrupt Clues (A Sanders Sides x Blue’s Clues AU)

Last night I, inspired by a friend, decided to do something random I never have before and invent an AU (alternate universe) mixing two of my favorite series, Sanders Sides & Blue’s Clues 🐾

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Brief Summary: With stress reaching an all time high, Thomas gets Roman’s help in order to transform his daily life and the Sides themselves to fit the format of a comfort show from his childhood: Blue’s Clues. Is this a good idea? Is every side on board and comfortable with these changes? Will Thomas ever allow this to stop?

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It’s a silly AU, but I’m weirdly very happy with it, and if nothing else it was a very fun writing excercise 😅 And if you read through it and decide you want to make something based on it, then go for it! Whether it’s fanart or a short story/full fanfic or any other piece of media based on this AU, I’d love to see it! All I ask is to be credited and also tagged so I could see any creations 💙

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👇 Click through to read more specific details about this AU 👇

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Lately, the stress has been hitting Thomas more so than ever. Days are long, motivation is low, anxiety is high, etc. One day Thomas decided he’s had enough and something needs to change. He goes to Roman, begging him to provide some fun and fantastical change to his routine, something that can distract him from the darkness of the world. Roman thinks about this and devises a plan, and the next day Thomas’ life is transformed to fit that of a show he once found great comfort in: Blue’s Clues. All the sides awake that morning to find that their forms (with one exception) have been changed to fit this new vision.

🌈 Thomas takes on the role of Steve/Joe/Josh. He can now spend his days doing little else but singing and dancing, drawing, playing games, eating snacks, and helping his friends with very simple tasks. And of course now he can enjoy the stress-free activity of playing Blue’s Clues with his own version of Blue. He’s absolutely ecstatic about the changes that Roman brought on, ready to fully indulge in a seemingly ideal yet childish life of acting out his days as extended episodes of the show.

💙 Patton finds himself as Blue, and is very happy about it. He’s still able to talk as normal despite the new puppy form, but Thomas tends to prefer he barks like Blue to keep up the illusion (which Patton often forgets and is corrected on regularly). Games of Blue’s Clues are started up a few times a day, at least one time each day dedicated to wanting some form of cookie. There’s never a doubt in his mind that this is the best thing for Thomas, although that could just be because he’s having too good a time to see any potential issues.

👓 Logan is forced into the role of the child audience of the show, mainly due to Roman expecting that he wouldn’t participate at all if he was made to look silly. He decides to participate as, even though he knows Thomas hiding from his issues may prove to be worse for his mental health, he figures he won’t be listened to if he protests. Hoping in time that Thomas will realize the errors of this decision, he reluctantly follows Thomas in his adventures. He consistently questions the illogical nature of Thomas asking such simple questions he would normally know the answers to, or where clues are that he should plainly see, and even the notion that Patton leaves clues at all when he could simply tell Thomas what he wants. It’s all very confusing and very patronizing to Logan, but he does his best to indulge Thomas, for now.

🛡️ Roman decides to make himself the fabulous Rainbow Puppy, as he feels it’s the only character that could truly embody all that he is. A character that constantly sings and performs is a perfect fit for him and he fully plays the part (which truly isn’t much different from how he existed before this change). He occasionally finds himself jealous and wishing to switch roles with Patton, as Blue is a more important character to this new daily narrative by far, but he does his best to let Patton keep his well-fitting role. He, like both Thomas and Patton, see absolutely no issue with this new way of existing. Roman is plenty content to keep it going as long as Thomas desires.

🌩️ Virgil has been cast as Tickety, given that Roman felt that someone who experiences a great deal of alarm should be the alarm clock. He’s definitely one of the least interested in this new way of life, less regarding how it avoids the real issues and more because he doesn’t fit the kids show vibe. He hates being a small silly clock, the constant sound of ticking coming from his own face, and the fact that he can’t get too anxious without setting off his loud bells that manage to scare himself every time. On the other hand though, he recognizes that life was very stressful and while being a clock is obnoxious it is a bit easier. There's a lot of bouncing back and forth between whether this is worth it to avoid the stresses of reality, or if Thomas and the others are slowly losing their sanity as they continue to pretend like this life can be the new normal. Virgil’s anxiety is everywhere as he reluctantly plays along, which is rough for him but definitely provides Thomas’ morning alarm bells quite well.

🗑️ When it came to the Dark Sides, Roman decided they needed to be as harmless and out of the way as possible, starting with Remus being nothing more than a snail (the classic pink snail seen 3 times in every episode). But to Roman’s dismay, Remus doesn’t mind this one bit, he’d much rather be a slimy slithery creature than any cute animal or appliance. True Remus can’t be as effective as normal, but once in a while he’ll cross paths with Thomas and others as they engage in their various activities, always ready to mess with them quickly before they go about their business.

🐍 Last, but certainly not least, Janus was sentenced to the Felt Frame as a Felt Friend. Though he may be stuck in there for the time being, he manages to make images to fill out the frame in order to grab Thomas’ attention and remind him of what he’s avoiding. Janus knows that Thomas is lying to himself, pretending that he can live forever in this childish charade, like the world around him doesn’t matter and his problems will just disappear. He’s limited in what he can do, but he does his best to try to get through to Thomas.

And this is how life is for Thomas now. Days fueled by Roman’s powers of creativity, the Dark Sides shoved out of view as much as possible, Virgil constantly between wanting it to continue and wanting it to end, songs and games of Blue’s Clues with Patton as Blue, and Logan being treated as a captive audience who grows ever closer to joining forces with Janus to get through to Thomas. This can’t go on forever, but will Thomas allow it to stop? Can anyone get through to him? 👀

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Hello darling ❤️ gosh I can't even pick one but like, god— PROTECTOR. I actually wanted to wait for it to be posted in full before reading it all at once but like, I know how much you love the relationships between the characters in the fic and how messy and nuanced and just shsksjs they are. (the brotherly dukexiety in particular is 🥺✨👌🏽👏🏽😭). So can you talk a bit more about that? Like, the relationships between each character etc? I would love to hear you ramble about the Bois 💜💚

God, the relationships. The relationships in this fic are my favorite part and also the bane of my fucking existence. They are the entire reason this fic is 111,000 words and not like, 45,000. Well, that and the fact that Virgil and Janus flat out refused to talk about anything, and then they refused to talk about everything at the same time, and then by the time they finally got to the point I needed them to in order to move the plot forward it was goddamn chapter 18.

But mostly it was Virgil’s fault. Virgil was supposed to be angry at the core sides and stay angry at the core sides, but no, he had to start caring about them, which overrode just enough of his anger to make everything way more complicated, the little shit. Virgil’s relationship with Remus was actually the easy one, he was always supposed to care about Remus to the point of causing problems for everyone else. What he wasn’t supposed to do was start caring about Remus’ stupid asshole princey brother, or the softie Patton, or the robot Logan, or the actual asshole that abandoned them in the first place. Virgil you’re supposed to be a prick, why do you have to secretly be such a softie?

Anyway, yeah, specifics. Writing Patton and Virgil was fun because I got to make a ton of bonding and tender moments and symbolism out of things like Patton showing Virgil how to cook or do the laundry. They’re the entire reason I love writing realistic fiction, I get to shove so much character into those moments. It’s not about the laundry guys, it’s about they love each other!

Logan and Virgil was supposed to be how Virgil learned a couple coping skills without Logan realizing that’s what was happening, but then Virgil accidentally stumbled into a friendship that worked really well for both of them. Virgil being surprised that he cared so much about his time sitting with Logan was a bit of a surprise to me too. Honestly so much of this story was Virgil telling me through the writing “my feelings about this have changed” and me going “seriously? Okay I guess we’re doing this now, great”

Roman and Virgil were probably the most similar to how they are in canon, in that they fought quite a bit until something forced a perspective change, the only difference being the perspective change was caused by Janus. I do remember when I sent you (Mishii) the “Why do you have to be so much like our brother” line and we both just started screaming “OUR BROTHER” back and forth xD

Virgil and Janus, as I said, were this story’s biggest stallers. They didn’t want to talk. They didn’t want to do it they didn’t want to talk and no matter how many times I got at their feet and begged them they just wouldn’t do it they’re so goddamn stubborn I can’t take it—

Anyway they have the most complicated relationship throughout the story, for obvious reasons. Virgil’s dealing with the very difficult situation of realizing that someone who was shitty family to you is very good family to other people, and it’s naturally gonna cause some confusing and complicated feelings. These two still have a bit to go for the rest of the story, but the place they end is both inevitable and fucking exhausting for me, the author.

Virgil and Thomas were about how they were in canon, just in a different order. Thomas is kind and understanding at first because that’s who he is, and learns things about Virgil he later thinks are lies but are actually true. So his feelings fluctuate a lot, while Virgil’s stay positive throughout, whether it’s complicated love, uncomplicated love, complicated love again, and ending on uncomplicated love. Thomas is always his Thomas, it’s just his behavior that’s changing.

And Virgil and Remus, despite being the story’s most important relationship, are also the least complicated one. They’re just ride or die brothers and best friends who have each others back, and I love them for it. Guys, thank you for staying consistent for me and just agreeing that you love each other, you made my job slightly more easy than it would have been.

Anyway. Wow this got long. Fuck characters having free will. It makes the story better but it is fucking annoying for me.