#patton in a frog sweater

[ax3-e0ns]

Heyo, here's my submission for @bananaconda33-blog's monthly challenge! The prompt was Cozy Sweaters, & I couldn't help but think about these goobers.

[an0thergl1tch]

Sanderssides Scale theory/headcanons:

*I have no idea if anyone has talked about this before but I personally think that Janus’s scales are less of a birthmark due to him being literally part snake and more a literal representation of emotional scarring or stress.

*As seen during Selfishness v Selflessness Patton turns into a giant frog because he is under intense stress and pressure. Along with this I noticed during the trial upon being confronted by Virgil he involuntarily hisses while saying suck up. Although definitely could be a snake gag I see it as slightly significant, considering this is the only time Janus has ever struggled with saying a word starting with the letter s. (Although he did hiss in a incorrect quotes short)

*I personally believe that under different amounts of stress, both Patton and Janus gain more frog and snake attributes based on how stressed they are. It would make sense considering both Patton and Janus are connected to Thomas’s morality, and would be more likely to quite literally wear their emotions on their sleeves. Along with that both Janus and Patton are connected with Thomas’s repression of both emotions and parts of himself, and it would make sense that due to this their reactions to stress would be much more intense than the other sides, and they would be much more likely to try and hide the quite literal “ugly” parts of themselves.

*Although fits with his dad personality, I have noticed that most of Pattons outfits are layered, or deliberately hide the shoulders. (Wearing cardigans, his Christmas sweater, a turtleneck in the inside out episode, etc.)

*I have a number of ideas as to why this is.

1. He is a major aspect of Thomas’s faith and therefore has the unconscious urge to “cover up”.

2. A visual representation of repression, trying to subtlety hide himself under clothing.

3. Like Janus, he also has animal skin, more than likely frog spots.

*I personally enjoy this theory because I imagine this could cause some serious tension. Patton is desperately afraid to show them as they are “evil” and are a representation of him at his worst, and I imagine he would even more terrified of Virgil seeing them as he knows Virgil has a troubled history with Janus, and would be afraid that Virgil would cast him out too because he looks like him.

*I imagine there are two ways the scales and spots came to be :

1. They have simply always been there, Patton was lucky, Janus wasn’t.

2. The scales and spots appeared as result to trauma, either the same event or multiple events making them spread. Fortunately patton was able to hide them but Janus wasn’t.

*As to how they work, I imagine that much like emotional trauma, sometimes it dosent bother you that much, but sometimes it flares up. I imagine under high stress the spots and scales start to spread.

*I imagine that this could cause some discomfort for Patton because in the past he would’ve likely had to bear with peoples teasing towards Janus despite having the same issue and simply had to agree because he couldn’t blow his cover. Perhaps that’s why Patton is so kind to him and hey Janus has a soft spot for him, because he knows that fear. Or perhaps they are siblings.

*I also enjoy the idea of Janus turning into a snake, like come on that’s awesome.

[goldenlittleroyal]

Huzzah, Sanders Sides agere!

I see both Patton and Roman as flips, and ship them heavily, so here's a drabble of headcanons! 🌟

cg!Patton and small!Roman

[art]

roman is a flip, and regresses to either 2-4 or 7-9 depending on the day!

lots and lots of outdoor play and adventures! but also a lot of quiet time indoors in patton's room whenever roman is upset.

patton provides roman with limitless amounts of crayons, chalk, paint, and anything his heart desires to create with. roman is EXTRA creative when he's tiny, tapping into that childlike whimsy again.

roman goes up to patton wanting fairy-tales be read to him, as the prince he demands it! (even though patton would read them to him no matter what.) roman's favorite is the storybook version of disney's beauty and the beast.

roman loves to watch every disney animated movie in huge marathons, and patton makes them popcorn and snacks for sometimes weekend-long regression and film binging sessions.

roman and patton both wear their onsies when they spend time regressing!

roman can sometimes get angry or really sad, and he throws big loud tantrums that tire him out really badly. patton waits them out patiently, then swoops him up to take to bed for snuggles and comforting words. other caregivers might call that behavior bratty, but patton understands it too well to ever be mad at roman, especially when he's small.

patton loves to play toys with roman, whether it's plushies or paper dolls or action figures, he really enjoys indulging roman's storytelling drive!

cg!Roman and small!Patton

[art]

patton is a flip, and both an age regressor and a pet regressor! he regresses to around 6-8, and he's a frog regressor.

pat is a hyper, and i mean HYPER kiddo, and it's even worse when he's in froggie mode.

roman loves to set up 'dates of fun' where he plans a whole list of activities to keep patton busy the whole day. he includes arts and crafts enough to fill up hours at a time, movies, books to be read to him, and much more. patton's energy is always wiped out by the end!

patton loves the winnie the pooh books when he's small, they're immensely comforting to him.

patton is VERY cuddly and affectionate during regression, and roman is definitely not complaining about the extra love!

patton mostly wears even comfier clothes than usual, like big sweaters over shorts or his onesie! roman does like to draw him into games of dress-up in the imagination, though, dressing patton in very nice princely clothing for them to play games in.

patton can occasionally involuntarily regress as well, and those are much less happy times. he gets very, very sad and gloomy, tending to stay in bed the whole day curled around his blankets with his pacifier.

roman tries to give him space when he needs it, but the moment patton asks for comfort, roman jumps to action to brighten his day in any way he can manage. patton may be very nostalgic, but how much he loves and is loved by roman helps keep him grounded during the bad times.

roman will take patton to the imagination and imagine up a biiiig pond or pool for him to play in in his smaller lilypadton form! lots of things to hop on and dive through.

lilypadton will try to hit roman in the face with his tongue, 100% of the time, roman better keep his reflexes good.

roman gives in to little patton's puppy eyes so easily that he regularly accidentally lets him eat himself sick on sweets and baked goods. "mom i phrew up" moments directed at logan galore between the two of them.

[rataticaisdreaming]

day 3 - crimes @intrualityweek

small fic under the cut 🥰💙💚

Summary: A small frog distracts Logan from the heist going on behind him. 

Pairing: Platonic Intruality / Background Logince (he/him for all)

Word Count: 584

Warnings: Food

Logan’s day was going exactly like he had planned it. A good Agatha Christie novel, butter cookies and warm coffee. Yes, he could say it was going just like he imagined.

What he didn’t plan for was the tiny green hand resting on his forearm. He calmly looked at the green frog, the frog looked at him with big eyes and touched his arm again. The soft exchange of slow blinking from Logan and the tiny touches from the frog went on for a while.

The logical side could swear he heard noises from the kitchen, but he was too interested in how this animal could be so expressive. Not only was this creature expressive with its face and eyes, but the touches made him hypothesize it wanted something. Perhaps this little one escaped from the imagination and wanted to go back. That was unlikely. If a creature were to escape from the imagination, it would go looking for the twins first.

Thinking of the twins, maybe this frog was Roman. It wouldn't be the first time the creative side had turned himself into a helpless animal, looking for his fellow sides’ help.

Another gentle touch on his forearm put a thought in his mind, if Roman had turned himself into a frog, it was hard not to think he was looking for a “prince” to turn him back to his normal self. With a small blush and a frown, he sent the thought away and turned his attention back to the creature.

The clinking from the kitchen gave him a thought, maybe the frog was hungry. He picked a cookie and offered it to the little one, who accepted it. Satisfied he found the answer to this issue, he went back to reading.

He kept giving the frog quick glances and realized it seemed fixated on something going on behind him. He gave it little thought, it was probably Virgil fixing himself a snack. It was late enough for the anxious side to be awake anyway.

He didn’t notice the little frog leaving his side, cookie in hand. A distant chuckle alerted him of the duke’s presence somewhere nearby, but he had more important things to do. Getting some magnificent Crofters’ jam for his cookies was way more urgent than whatever the intrusive side was doing.

First, he checked the fridge, he found nothing. Weird. Well, it wasn’t a mystery Janus had been “secretly” using some jam on his breakfast, perhaps he took Logan’s when no other jam was available. That was okay, he always had his special stack on the lower right cabinet.

Except that stack was empty as well, no jars in sight. He would’ve been calmer about this situation if it wasn't for the small rat toy holding a paper sign.

Smell ya later, nerd!

━

“Remus!”

The scream could be heard all the way to Remus’ room, where the duke was sitting cross-legged on his bed, cackling at the sound of Logan’s anger. A dozen of Crofters’ jam jars all around him, and in front of him, the small green frog was putting on his round glasses.

“That was a great distraction, Lilypadton!” he said, tying the tiny sweater around frog Patton.

Frog Patton gave the duke a huge fond smile before splitting the cookie Logan gave him, giving half of it to Remus. They dipped their halves in the jam, toast and more cookies were also involved in the heist. Food always tastes better when it’s stolen after all.

[boy-brain]

Carbonated Emotions - Logan x Emile

A/N - this is the prologue for a story that is being written on wattpad, if ur interested go check out the other chapters there and if u want it on a03 tell me and ill think about it :)

The clock ticked slowly, every second feeling like a minute, every minute an hour.

Logan Wyze thinks his parents are idiots. He doesn't need to be in therapy. Espically a group therapy with a bunch of low-life depressed teens. Already he sees such an assortment of characters he can tell he doesn't belong here.

He sits straight in the chair, next to a slouched over boy with a purple hoodie and a matching mohawk and a small boy with oval glasses and curley blonde hair, his eyes are very grey, and he's wearing a pink sweater. He smiles and Logan sees that he has braces. 

The other kids in the circle are just as unhinged. A skinny boy in a green tank, with tattoos curling around his biceps and dreadlocks, and a boy almost identical in a fancy red outfit with short cropped hair. A chubby boy with circle glasses who has been messing with his bracelets, next to a boy covered in scars who watched the group wearily.

A tall man in his thirties came and sat at the 'top' of the circle, sitting with a starbucks cup. Sup, my names Remy Sanders, you can call me whatever you like, my pronouns are he/him, and I'll be the counsler for this, introduce yourselfs, no fighting and don't be like...stupid,"

"Janus Serpatine, they/it/he"

"Patton Hart, he/they/she on and neopronouns frog!"

"Roman Kreativ, he/him,"

"Remus Kreativ, he/it,"

"Virgil Storm, he/....they,"

"Logan Wyze, he/him,"

"Emile Picani, he/him!"

Logan looked over at the last boy. The boy in pink. Emile Picani.

He still didn't belong here. Janus was a liar, Patton was depressed, Roman had self esteem issues, Remus was insane, Virgil had anxiety- Logan wasn't like any of them.

Neither was Emile, not that Logan noticed.

Logan and Emile sat quietly, watching the group without a word.

"How'd it go, son?" Logans parents asked, expecting a new, energetic and emotion-filled child.

"Useless, theres no point in going, why do you insist on toturing me?" Logan huffed, feeling a burst of anger, quickly burrowing it back down, down down under his heart. Hiding his emotions away.

"Because Logan...you need to be more...expressive," His mother smiled.

"I don't need to, its not causing any physical harm, you should listen to those kids talk, one of them is an arsonist," Logan stormed off to his room and slammed the door, laying on the neatly tucked blue comforter, looking up at the stars thar have been stuck to his ceiling since he was little.

Sometimes he felt like those stars, stuck to something that no longer appericated him.

[fandomalternteuniverse]

Patton In Frog Sweaters Part 2

I found more frog sweaters :D

I really like this one.

https://images.app.goo.gl/ZoWp7iKPNnxjP8mC7

This one just gives off Patton vibes

https://images.app.goo.gl/3yNFt4QcrhCAeeaa8

This one is so cute

https://images.app.goo.gl/aR2d3dpEcdcxzHSy9

I need to see Patton in frog sweaters or drawn! It would be so amazing!

[moonbeam-dragon]

Sanders Sides Outfit Predictions

I might be a little late on this train. I've seen some people predicting what the Sanders Sides' Season 3 outfits will look like. So I'm predicting this ahead of time. The date is August 4, 2022.

Logan:

-He gets a black half-sleeve button up. -Indigo sweater vest. He needs a sweater vest. He just deserves it. -Changes his tie to silver or something. -Thomas himself Tweeted about Logan having square glasses. So he gets square glasses. -I saw someone mention the light Sides getting makeup. I think Logan will get some sort of starry eyeshadow or something. Of course it'll be subtle. -Maybe he trades his jeans for slacks?

Logan as the Orange Side:

-We all know it's totally possible this will happen so he gets two. -Black polo has long sleeves. -More formal-looking vest. -Orange tie. -Gets makeup that makes him look look like a robot. -Square glasses still. -Black denim.

Patton:

-His polo gets to be a little brighter. -He keeps the same hoodie. It was a gift from Logan, it stays. -Round glasses. Big round glasses. -Dunno if this will matter but if his khakis aren't already shorts, they should be. -His makeup would just be glittery or like a cloud. (Btw, when did we decide Patton was associated with clouds?? Like I'm not complaining. I see why. But when?) Also possibly freckles. -Something frog. Like a frog pin or a hat. He needs a frog.

Roman:

-He's just going to make it flashier. -Just a little more gold embellishment. -Fake fur on his shoulders?? -Maybe his sash is changed to silk. -Cape. He needs a cape. And a reversible one. Red on the outside, gold on the inside. -A crown. He needs a crown. A golden crown with rubies. -Just let the prince go all-fucking-out. -He gets pretty red eyeshadow and gold eyeliner.

Virgil:

-He adds a little more to his hoodie. Like tiny lightning or cloud patches. Or a little more purple. -Chains. Like aesthetic pocket chains. -Let him have some soft of badass boots. For one shot. I beg of you- -Earrings. -He gets the purple eyeshadow more often.

Janus:

-His cape is also reversible. So it's yellow with black on the inside. -Maybe finger-less gloves to represent the fact that Thomas trusts him more now. -Just give him gold. Gold accents. -A gold ribbon on his hat.

Remus:

-Make his mustache more ~curly~ -More silver embellishments. -Also a cape. Green and silver. -Maybe make it a little less ruffle-y? - A cracked crown. Silver with emeralds. -Earrings.

Thomas:

-We all know you dabble in the fandom. Especially Tumblr. -If you're seeing this, thanks. Also huge fan, ILYSM. -These are all just theories, I won't actually be mad at anything you choose to do <33

[princeanxious]

So about those suggestions for your sideswap au,,,,,, did you have any ideas for the other sides or is it JUST roceit?

Okay okay.. Here me out:

Logan swapped with Virgil so: Logic <--> Anxiety

And Remus swapped with Patton: so Intrusive Thoughts/Creativity <--> Morality

And i mean.. I dont have full drawn out concepts yet but Logan's animal is definately a black cat, and Patton's is still a frog, but like, more poison tree frog inspired??

I havent had much time for anything recently due to health and work reasons(yay exhaustion!) So i havent been able to think too hard on them recently but

With this au the swap between characters is less cut and dry than most takes ive seen, where Roman and Janus share similar and swapped traits to their canon counterparts- the others are similar

Logan still doesnt get alot of casual linguistics and Virgil is there to teach it to him, they're still p close and do the whole silent communications thing

Remus and Patton can still clash, except Patton can lean towards hyper thoughts rather thank gruesome, like the kind of getting a bad song stuck in your head for a week straight kind of annoyance, whereas Remus still tries to be outgoing and creative but in an older brother sort of way, yknow???

Other notes: Patton's color scheme and outfit is nightmarishly bright, as a way to reflect the hyper-too-much nature of his being, and the poison tree frog aesthetic. Maybe also has frog eyes. Logan wears an oversized sweater and frequently visits Sweater town when overwhelmed. Logan keeps his glasses, Patton's glasses become goggles.

[moceit]

A little nice moceit thought for Christmas:

Patton making Janus a big fluffy sweater knowing how cold he gets in winter and Jan at first pretending he doesn't like it etc.

Then for the next days (or weeks lol) he's found wearing only the sweater (Patton gets a bit concerned that it's getting dirty so he makes him more) (Jan appreciates it,,,, not that he'll admit it-)

Eventually Janus makes Patton a frog sweater himself (don't ya dare tell anyone he can knit),,,,

Alongside of multiple plushies,,,

And he might have thrown every gift at him and made a run for it right after but shh,, (Patt still gets suprised by some gifts flying in his face [,,, he loves all of them tho {,,, that little snake plush may have a special place in his heart tho-}])

And so it continues right past Christmas and winter, they keep making each other gifts and hey maybe Janus caaaan sooorta admit that he enjoys some of the attention,,, it's not like he thinks about it all night while he snuggles into a knitted blanket from Patt -

And hey it may eventually end in em cuddled on the couch together both knitting like an old married couple but shhh, they'll realize someday

This was so cute 🥺 yes I'll take this little Christmas moceit thought

[bumb1e-vee]

Undead Memories

based off of the zombie frog art done by @shortnfantastic go support their art its amazing 

Patton smiled as he carried the terarium with him. He was going off to collage, finally. The bubby pastel boy was excited to finally be seen as something other than just the innocent one or the dumb one. Patton was planning on getting his degree in teaching High school. He wants to make a difference in the lives of struggling teens. 

The bus dropped him off at his destination and he checked in, all the while, he clucthed his frog close to him, as he did so the memory of how he came into poession of the frog reserfaced. 

Patton was nine years old, his old pet frog hopper had just died. He was crying about it and his friends were getting worried about him. Remus, one of two twins he had befriended. Remus cared about thing in his own way and showed love in ways most people deemed grotesque or “special” as most people called it, but Patton loved the boy’s quirks, much to his parents dismay. Remus had noticed his friend’s distress and dug up the corpse of the dead frog. He had taken it to the shed by his house and began doing some work. After a few days of work he had reanimated Hopper. 

Remus rang the doorbell to Patton’s house, and the normally bubbly child answers, wiping tears with his too big sweater sleeves. Upon seeing him Remus showed his crooked tooth smile and said “Surprise!” holding up the reanimated frog. Patton looked confused until he saw the little freckle on the frog’s left eye. It was Hopper, but... how? 

“I made him into a zombie frog, now he’ll never die!” Remus declared. At that moment Patton hugged his friend and refused to let go for a good five minuets.

Patton Hearts wiped a tear from his eyes as he held Hopper close to his chest. A few years after that Remus and his twin brother Roman moved away, and they never spoke again. Patton had always wondered what happened to Remus but never got any answers. So he just decied to let it go. 

As Patton got to his dorm and began unpacking, a knock could be heard from outside, “Come in” Patton smiled. His roommate entered the room and smiled. The two made eye contact, and it was his roommate who spoke first. 

“Patton-cake?”  “Re-Re?” The two instantly embraced each other in a hug. They be spending the next four years together, and it would be wonderful.

[loganslowdown4]

Sanders Sides/Steven Universe Theory…

Spoilers for SvS Redux; Steven Universe Future ahead-

Today I was watching the episode ‘Growing Pains’ from Steven Universe Future.

In it, Steven visits the doctor, aka Connie’s mom, to get a check up concerning his unusual pink glow and involuntary swelling/growing of his body.

We find out through the series that Steven is dealing with unusual amounts of stress, anxiety and PTSD related to his traumatic childhood that is exacerbating his current problems.

At one point he turns into a giant in the doctors office and his father comes to calm him which helps him get back to normal for the time being.

His stress is so out of control because he was turned down by Connie when he asked her to marry him. It manifested into a literal representation of how anxiety can overwhelm your entire body.

But it didn’t click in with me that THIS is exactly what happened to PATTON in SvS Redux until I saw THIS at the end of the episode

Oh hello cute little froggy mug, where have I seen you bef-

Oh.

OH

Folks, Thomas and his team adore Steven Universe, but that’s no surprise

If anything, I’m mad at myself that I didn’t watch SU sooner and catch this Easter egg when Redux came out.

I know that Patton turned into a frog because of all the Frogger references too (the man sure loves his Frogger) but I thought it was so cool that they also referenced SU in Redux by showing that Patton is losing control and letting stress overcome him with a ‘growing bigger’ visualization. In fact, Steven even changes in to a ‘monstrous’ shape when he completely loses control too

Not unlike Godzilla, both Patton and Steven destroyed the house around them. A literal representation of things falling apart when you lose control.

Also another reference to change, when Patton turned into Lily Padton, the 8 bit artist most definitely ‘had the power’ and styled him after HE-MAN

Like how his sweater is crossed over his chest, the loin cloth, just… JUST LOOK

I mean when Prince Adam turns into He-Man, he is a BEAST too lol

Anyway, I need that froggy mug now 🐸☕️

PS I’m glad you guys are liking my theories, I have so many more, I’ll be posting more in the next while, feel free to follow me for more updates 💙

@thatsthat24 thank for all you do 💙-E

[my-happy-little-bean]

Do The Cooking By The Book

pairings: LAMP/CALM words: 6013 warnings: swearing, alcohol, implied panic attacks, small burn mention, general angst summary: patton bakes when he’s sad and nowadays, no amount of chewy chocolate chip cookies would be able to cover that up.

or: the five times patton bakes something for the others and the one time he can’t.

a/n- hello! welcome to part 2 of that series i mentioned before called  ‘let’s indulge bean in their slightly low quality, very personal fics’ (maybe i should actually make this an actual series on ao3 lol) :’)

i have been having a bit of writer’s block between this patton/janus one shot and golden slumbers (there's just o n e more scene i need to figure out, trust me it's haunting my every move), so i decided to write a bit of a fresh warm up instead! and by warm up, i mean i started writing it in the beginning of july and it somehow spiralled into a big thing, like they always do :’)

inspired by my declining mental health and my unhealthy obsession with baking focaccia at 2 am :)

p.s – later there's a [1] that's supposed to be a footnote but the formatting just said no so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

read on ao3 ~

enjoy!

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~ patton’s chewy chocolate chip cookies ~

ingredients: 

2 3/4 cups all-purpose flour

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon baking powder

1 teaspoon baking soda

0 teaspoon club soda

2 1/2 sticks unsalted butter, softened (or melted, like my heart around my honeybees <3)

1 3/4 cups packed dark brown sugar (must be working out ;) )

1/4 cup granulated sugar sugar, honey honey (except no honey :P)

2 large eggs, room temp.

2 teaspoons vanilla extract (and not any extra-ct ;) )

2 cups Virgil-esque chocolate chips*

 *semi-sweet! ^v^

 –– 

“Holy shit, Pat.”

Patton smiled, all toothy and wide. He was still standing beside the couch Roman was lounging on, holding up the tray with his pastel blue oven mitts.

“You like it?” he beamed. Roman nodded, scrambling over the armrest to grab another.

“Umfh,  yeah,”  Roman replied, crumbs spilling out of his mouth. “Ovfiously.”

“...What?”

Roman quickly swallowed and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry.”

Patton laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “No worries! I think it’s a- dough -able.”

“...If you weren’t holding cookies right now, I'd say that you suck. But you're holding cookies, so..."

There was a pause that Patton quickly filled with laughter, even if it suddenly felt like he was struggling to carry the sound out of his chest and into the air.

Luckily, Logan walked into the room before Patton could say anything that was affected by the spontaneous pang in his chest. His eyes lit up upon seeing him. 

“Logan!” He cheerily dashed over to the other side of the room, holding up the tray to Logan’s face. “A treat for my smart cookie?”

Logan reeled back slightly to avoid getting hit by the edge of the tray. He pushed up his glasses.

“Ah, thank you, dear. But I do believe it is too early for copious amount of sugar consumption–”

“Just try one, cookie-tita,” Roman cut him off, “you and I know that you want one.”

Logan frowned at him over Patton’s shoulder, then looked back at Patton. He gave Logan the widest smile he could muster, which made him sigh. 

“While Roman’s reference was a bit of a stretch–” He eyed the cookies one more time, then looked back at Patton– ”I suppose I will agree to half a cookie.”

“Goody!” Patton said brightly. “Or should I say, gooey?”

“You shouldn’t.”

Logan picked one cookie up and took a small bite. His eyes softened, which made Patton’s heart melt. 

“...Oh sweet Einstein,” he muttered, grabbing one more cookie off the tray before making a beeline to the coffee machine in the kitchen. Patton just smiled to himself, admittedly a bit proud. 

Before he turned around to go see if Logan needed help, he heard shuffling coming up beside him. He looked over and smiled. 

“Virge! You’re awake!” Virgil pulled one side of his headphones up as Patton presented him the tray. “Cookie?”

“Uh, sure.” He took one and nodded when he had a few bites, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Thanks, Pat.”

“No problemo!” he chirped, wandering back to the living room. Virgil trailed behind him, now slipping his headphones around his neck. 

“Did you bake these this morning?” Virgil asked as Patton set the tray on the coffee table in front of Roman, who readily lunged at it. Patton turned and smiled brightly at him. 

“Yeah! I mean...it was technically morning, heh.” 

Virgil blinked in that knowing way Patton was all too familiar with. Patton mentally cursed.  

“What do you mean by technically–”

Before he could say anything else, Patton clapped his hands together. 

“Well, I’m glad you all liked the cookies.” He tried not to think about how loud his own voice suddenly was. “Feel free to finish them!”

Roman frowned, mid-bite of his third cookie.

“Don’t you want any, sweetheart?"

“No no! I chip-ed in so much effort in baking them that I tired myself out, heh!” He faked a yawn. “I’ll just go to my room!”

Roman just laughed, stuffing another cookie in his mouth with a shrug. Logan wandered back from the kitchen, conjuring a book as he walked and nodding at Patton. He grabbed another cookie and sat on the couch beside Roman, leaning against his shoulder.

Virgil just looked at him as he left, eyes narrowed and steely. 

They’re so perfect, Patton thought as he sunk out to go to his room, leaving the three of his boyfriends alone with a wave. Perfect just the way they are.

 Without me.  

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~ ‘i got ya’ focaccia ~ 

ingredients:

for the garlic-infused mixture

1/2 cup extra-virgin, PG-rated olive oil

2-3 minced garlic cloves

0 garlic gloves (haha i’m hilarious)

1 tablespoon chopped fresh thyme or 1 teaspoon dried

1 tablespoon chopped fresh rosemary or 1 teaspoon dried

1/4 teaspoon fresh ground black pepper

for the bread

1 cup warm water

2 1/4 teaspoons active dry yeast (1 packet)

1/4 teaspoon honey honey, you are my candy girl–

2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

1/2 teaspoon fine sea salt (maybe it’s wearing some nice clothes!) (sea what i did there? i’m funny, aren’t i?) 

–– 

Virgil heard a soft ��� shit ’ coming from the kitchen. 

Don’t panic, it’s probably all fine,  he thought, slowly walking towards the entrance to the kitchen.  It’s totally not some burglar, ready to steal all our spices and blow them into my eye, making me blind. It can’t be, we’re not even real so how could there be a burglar–

As he neared the dimmed light coming from the kitchen, however, a quiet sob broke through his thoughts.

A chill ran through him. The sob was muffled, squeaky, and admittedly a bit pathetic in terms of how there was an attempt to cover it up. Almost like the sound a puppy would make when someone accidentally stepped on their paw.

All too familiar.

“Patton?” he murmured, turning on another light in the kitchen. 

Patton was hunched over the counter space beside the oven, next to a saucepan on a burner; which was emitting a strong garlic and herb smell. 

That wasn’t what Virgil was focusing on, though; but rather the way Patton held his hand close to his chest.

Patton spun around on his heel when his name left Virgil’s tongue, his eyes wide and glazed over, like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Sh– Virgil! Hi!” He laughed nervously. “What are you doing here? It’s like, 2 am!”

Virgil dug his hands in his sweater pockets. “I’m always up at 2 am. What are you doing here?”

He watched as Patton’s smile forcefully tugged at the corners of his lips.

“I’m baking focaccia! Wanna join?”

There was a slight crack in his cheeriness. Virgil took a step closer. 

“What happened to your hand?”

Patton looked down at it, then held up his index finger, which was slightly red. 

“Just accidentally brushed up against the pan!” he chuckled. “It was still hot. ”

“How could you brush up against the pan,” Virgil deadpanned, hopping onto the kitchen island. “Roman’s asleep.” 

Patton blushed as he ran his finger under cold water.

“Grab the flour and pour a cup of it in that bowl,” he said, shaking his hand dry and going back to the stove. “I think that the yeast and honey had enough time in the water. I’m just about done with the garlic stuff.”

“Okay, honey,” Virgil hummed, already scooping the flour in the measuring cup.

Patton turned to face him over his shoulder with a smile.  

“Gosh, you get funnier at 2 am, kiddo.”

Virgil shrugged. “It’s easy to cater to your humour, babe. Though no one does it as good as you do.” 

Patton’s blush intensified, and it made Virgil feel a little more at ease that he could still make him flustered like that. 

“So really, Pat,” Virgil asked, stirring in the flour as Patton went over with a smaller cup of the garlic-infused mixture. “Why are you up so late baking focaccia of all things?”

A pause. Patton finished pouring in his cup before turning his back away, his head low. 

“No reason!” he said brightly, though Virgil suddenly felt edges of darkness to each word. “I thought it’d be nice. Plus Roman loves my focaccia. Thought I could surprise him!”

A pause. Virgil wanted to press him more, but there was something about Patton’s cracked smile that advised him against it. He knew a warning when he saw one. 

“He likes anything you bake him, babe,” he said instead, adding salt and the rest of the flour before beginning to knead the dough in the bowl. “You could bake him a frog and he’d be grateful.”

“Now Virge, I think you’re mixing the twins up again,” Patton giggled. Virgil smirked, even if he felt like he shouldn’t. There was such heavy air in the kitchen; a positive emotion wouldn’t last a second. 

“You sure you’re okay, Patton?” 

When Patton finally faced him, it felt like the air was sucked out of him. Now that he was standing under the light, he felt like he saw all of him more clearly. There were dried tear tracks running down his cheeks. Did he always have those? And under his eyes were bags of purple, dark and stormy; clear evidence that maybe Patton had been late-night baking before. 

However, that broken smile was what haunted Virgil the most.

“I’m just peachy, Virge!” he chirped, conjuring up a towel and covering the bowl of dough Virgil probably over-kneaded. Patton’s eyes seemed to drill right into his own. “ Positive.”

Virgil numbly nodded as Patton clapped his hands. 

“Well! Now we wait!” He smiled again at Virgil. “Want some coffee?”

 ----------------------------- 

~ mushy gushy marshmallows ~

ingredients:

marshmallow base

2 cups of sugar 

1/4 cup corn syrup

1 cup water (1/2 for for dissolving gelatin)

7 tsp / 3 packets of gelatin

1/4 tsp salt

1 1/2 tsp of vanilla extract

 dusting powder

1 cup confectioner’s sugar

1/2 cup cornstarch

*note to future patton: don’t make these, actually. they suck.

–– 

“Fuck!” 

Logan heard the curse from the kitchen, lifting his head from his book and immediately smelling for any smoke. 

“Patton?” 

There was no smoke. Instead, just another string of curses. Logan sighed; it was not like the moral side to swear. But reprimanding him didn’t sound like a wise idea. 

Instead, he set his book down on the coffee table in front of him and wandered to the kitchen. 

“Is everything oka–”

He stopped mid-sentence and looked at the sight in front of him. 

Surrounding him was a sugary mess, with many bowls of gelatin and water littering the entire counter. Logan could only assume they were failed attempts at whatever was being made today.

In the middle of this mess was Patton, holding the hand mixer up in the air with tears streaming down his face. 

“...Let’s put the hand mixer down, shall we?”

Logan moved forward before Patton could even respond, slowly lowering his hand that held the mixer. Patton just sobbed, dropping it on the floor in defeat. Logan tried not to panic at the suddenly broken hand mixer. Logically, they could summon a new one. It was extra energy, sure, but it was fixable.

However, he wasn’t quite sure he could fix the sight in front of him.

“Is there something wrong, starlight?” he murmured, ushering Patton toward the kitchen table. Patton just sighed. 

“It’s the stupid marshmallows.” Patton threw his apron onto the floor as he sat down. “I just don’t get what I’m doing wrong. I tried everything.  And they– they just suck.” 

Logan blinked, almost dumbfounded. In all the years he spent together with Patton, he had never seen him so distraught. Not even his arguably-worse decisions elicited a response similar to the frustration he was currently witnessing. Patton always wore a smile and carried on. Any mistake was just a mistake; nothing more to it. 

So what was different here?

“I even tried summoning a candy thermometer,” Patton continued. Logan tried his best to be present, even if his worry was slowly overtaking all of his senses. “Those things are stupid! I thought–”

“Hey,” Logan finally said, cutting Patton off by holding his hands into his. “Let’s slow down for a minute, okay?” 

When Patton looked up at him, his heart broke. 

Patton’s eyes were glassy with tears, some kind of foreign look not too far behind his irises. The absence of his smile was even more unsettling. 

He looked completely different; as if someone took one of the loves of his life and replaced him without even leaving a trace. 

Suddenly, he was filled with what he only assumed was longing. 

“Patton,” he said slowly, looking down at their intertwined hands, “please don’t worry about the marshmallows. They’re just marshmallows. Clearly there is something else that is–”

He cut himself off as he heard Patton’s breath hitch. When he looked up, there was a faraway look in his eyes.

And that was when it clicked. That foreign look…

It was fear. Fear and guilt, all wrapped up in one. 

The face of someone who just got caught.

Patton quickly pulled his hands away from Logan’s, stumbling onto his feet and muttering something about cleaning up later under his breath as he sunk out. 

Logan blinked, taken completely aback. He quickly re-evaluated every word he said that could have led to him leaving. 

“They’re just marshmallows.” 

Logan winced. Shit. Perhaps Patton was still in his ‘in his feelings phase; not his ‘in need of rational solution’ phase. He should have known better and now, Patton was further away from him than he was before. 

Logan then thought about the guilt that struck Patton’s face before he could confront him; the fear in his eyes when Logan dared to dig a little deeper. 

Patton wasn’t far away, actually.

Patton was just gone;   and Logan didn’t know where to look to find him.

----------------------------- 

~drunken    bitter    butter rumcakes~

 ingrdents:

for the cupcakes:

1 cup of choped picans

1/2 cup coconut flake

yellow cake mix, lots of it probs

some vanilla puddin apparently? i dont know why

eggs i dont care how much fuck it

1/2 milk

vegetable oil (optional cuz it sounds gros)

rum

for the bitter rum glaze:

some butter and sugar

more rum

rum 

 for the frosting

confictione confecion confectioniser’s powdered sugar

soft buttter

vanilla extract

rest of the bottl eof rum probably

 ––

It only took a crash from the kitchen for Roman to realize that Logan and Virgil were right: something was wrong with Patton. 

Virgil had been the first one to express his concern, and it was right on the day Patton baked them all cookies. Patton had since baked many more cookies; which for some reason, only intensified his worry. Roman didn’t think much of it at first. Virgil, bless his soul, always held a bit of his paranoia close to his chest. Plus, Patton’s cookies were the best! There wasn’t much to complain about. A few days later, Virgil mentioned something weird about Patton’s focaccia; but even that admittedly didn’t raise any concern from Roman. 

It was when Logan mentioned the marshmallow incident that Roman knew something might be off. 

The two had warned him that going to the kitchen late at night could possibly bring some less than ideal sights, but that only drew Roman closer; like a beautiful moth attracted to light. If Patton was truly upset, Roman had to be there! He knew that the others didn’t know much about navigating the small crises Patton would have every now and then, but Roman did! It was Patton, after all! Roman had experience — and he just had to play it by the book. 

But when he finally walked into the kitchen upon hearing the source of the crash, he was greeted with something he never quite saw before. 

Patton was on the ground, holding a long, glass bottle by its neck and a bowl—with all its contents—was splattered on the floor beside him. 

Roman stood there, almost dumbfounded. Patton didn’t even realize he was there before he looked up and blinked a few times. 

Then, Patton started to cry. 

“Oh, sunshine,” Roman murmured, sitting next to him on the floor. The strong stench of alcohol filled the air beside Patton, and Roman saw a glimpse of a rum label on the bottle. It was half empty. 

“M’sorry,” Patton mumbled under his breath, immediately resting his head on Roman. “Didn’t–” He hiccuped– ”Didn’t mean to make noise.”

“Shh, mi amor, it’s okay.” Roman stroked his hair slowly, going through the familiar motions of comforting his boyfriend. “I understand. Let me help you, okay?”

Another sob wracked through Patton’s body. 

“I– I don’t deserve your help.” The words came out in a slur. Roman had a slight feeling that Patton didn’t use all the rum in his bottle for baking.

“Nonsense! Of course you deserve help,” Roman whispered, twirling a strand of his hair. “I’m here to help you. I always am.”

Patton leaned into the touch, though the weight of his head seemed heavier than usual; like he was unintentionally pressing himself onto Roman, limp against his shoulders.

“S’fine,” he said after a few more teary hiccups, trying to push himself onto his feet. “Gotta– gotta finish cupcakes. Tryna new recipe.” 

Roman frowned. “The cupcakes can wait until tomorrow, Patton; I’m going to bring you to bed and clean up–”

“No!” 

Roman jumped at the sheer volume of Patton’s voice, suddenly nervous that he’d wake the rest of them up.

I can handle this myself,  he thought.  I always have been able to, this isn’t different. 

“No, I don’t– I don’t need your help.” Patton stumbled up to his feet, leaning his arms on the kitchen counter like it was a life raft. He buried his head in his hands.  “I don’t need your help, I don’t need anyone’s help, I just need– I just need to finish this, then–”

“Darling, I don’t think–”

“No thinkin!” He pushed his index finger onto Roman’s lips. “No thinking, that’s for Logan. Tonight, we’re not thinking of anything– not thinking about anything anymore.”

Roman was taken aback. 

“Patton, we can continue,” he said gently, “but only if you sit down first and let me grab you some water, okay?”

Patton lifted his head to face Roman, his eyes red from the tears. 

“Why do you take care of me?” he suddenly asked, his voice a small whimper. Roman froze as he continued. “Why do– why do any of you care?”

“Patton, I–”

“I don’t do my fucking job right anyway,” Patton hissed. “I’m– I’m broken junk in Thomas’ brain! I can’t even do the right and wrong thing, I can’t– I can’t make him happy. I can’t make you guys happy– ‘n I  love you guys! God, I can’t even make stupid cupcakes–”

“None of that is true, Pat,” Roman tried to protest. “You make us extremely happy, you make me– ”

“You’re a liar!” Patton cried, turning on his heel to stare at Roman, whose heart dropped. “You’re– you’re a fucking liar, Roman.”

The air suddenly felt too thick for both of them to be breathing. Patton must have noticed that because as soon as the words left his tongue, he covered his mouth with his hands with teary eyes. 

“...Patton, please sit down. You’re not thinking straight.”

“M’not–”

“I know.” Roman tried to keep his voice levelled as he spoke. “Just...just sit down, okay? We’re going to talk it all through.” 

Patton just stared at him blankly for what seemed like an eternity before finally speaking up. 

“I’m sorry.”

And before Roman could plead for him one last time, Patton sunk out, the bottle of rum still in his hand.

Roman blinked at the spot Patton once stood in, all shaky and teary like he was facing an inky, twisted nightmare. His words echoed in his head and while Roman knew it was best not to take it all to heart, he still felt the sting of each curse. 

What kind of a hero was he?

He then looked at the splattered mixture on the floor and sighed. It looked a lot like cake mix. And if there was rum in that, it probably would’ve been good. A shame, really.

His eyes then spotted a book on the kitchen counter, open to a page that had a bit of rum on it judging by the smell. Roman frowned, going over to grab it. He closed it to look at the cover. 

It seemed to be Patton’s recipe book, judging by the baking-themed stickers littering the blue cover. When he opened it, he was greeted with pages of ingredients and instructions to make some of Patton’s signature baked goods. The first few pages made Roman smile; there were puns besides some of the ingredients and even cheesy references to him, Logan, and Virgil. It seemed very Patton-esque. 

But as he went further through the pages, the tone seemed to shift. There was an absence of puns for one of the recipes, and Roman knew he could’ve at least hit a few. And when he got further than that, he just stopped writing measurements all together. The rum cupcake recipe, which seemed like a recent entry, was barely decipherable. 

He flipped back a few pages and saw words scratched out; sentences that didn’t belong in a typical cookie recipe. And the corners of some of the pages were crisp, as if water dried on them over time. 

Roman’s breath hitched as he closed the book. Something was wrong, and for the first time he didn’t know what to do.

----------------------------- 

~ whats good-berry muffins ~ 

ingredients

who

cares

theyre

just

stupid

muffins

berries, probably

––  

“Roman, he did not mean what he said,” Logan said as Roman paced in front of him. “Perhaps you caught him at a bad time.” 

“A bad time?” Virgil echoed incredulously, turning around on the couch to face Logan. “Dude, he was wasted. That’s not a bad time, that’s a ‘code red’ time.” 

“Besides, shouldn’t you be advocating for intervention,  lo -ve of my life?” Roman asked, still pacing. “You seemed pretty upset about the now-called ‘marshmallow incident’.”

Virgil gave Logan a look and Logan looked down, almost embarrassed. 

“...I have since realized that my actions were not ideal, but that is to no fault of my own. Holding guilt does no good, and neither does intervening when one does not want to be...intervened upon.”

“Okay first off, even Janus lies more subtly than that.” Logan didn’t make eye contact with him, but stiffened at Virgil’s words. “And second of all, Patton  needs support. We’re supposed to be there for him – not just waiting for the most dire sign. The plane is crashing, Logan; you can’t just put your seatbelt on and wait. You have to do something.” 

“Actually, if an airplane is crashing and you are instructed to put your seatbelts on, it is of your best interest that you–”

“For Odin’s sake,” Roman groaned. “I love you, my nerd in shining armour; but you got to learn what a metaphor is.”

Logan fell quiet as Roman continued. 

“We need to do something. This isn't a typical Patton dilemma. And I know he doesn’t want to talk about it just out of the blue so we can’t confront him. We have to figure out a way for him to trust us.”

“He loves us,” Virgil grumbled, though hints of anxiety singed the edges of his words. “Shouldn’t the trust be there already?”

“Virgil, he loves us an infinite amount,” Logan said reassuringly, finally settling back into the chair. He pushed up his glasses. “In fact, he probably loves us too much to want to worry us or cause us any emotional strain.”

“But it wouldn’t cause us– well, whatever you said!” Virgil protested. He slumped over, his elbows pressed into his thighs. He looked defeated. “I just want to help him. I can’t stand seeing him like this.” 

“I know, stormcloud,” Roman murmured, sitting down beside us. “But...but we can do this. Together. We always have and now, we will.”

Logan nodded, tapping his shoulder so Virgil could rest against it. 

“Roman is correct. Besides, we do not even have to confront him. Perhaps confrontation is where part of this issue stems from. The trust is there, we just have to remind him that we are willing to, given that we are his partners. We just need to make a comfortable environment for–”

Suddenly, Virgil felt a small tug in his chest; as if something was pulling him downwards. His eyes widened and his breath hitched at the sensation. He knew where it was coming from. 

“Guys, it’s Patton. Something’s wrong.” 

In a flash, he sunk out, Logan and Roman soon following suit. Roman pulled out his sword just in case.

When they rose, they found themselves in Patton’s room; though it was less bright than usual. The fairy lights were flickering and swaying against the walls and the frames were all askew. It looked as if it was struggling to keep itself together. 

And in the middle of the room was Patton, on the floor and tugging at his hair as he cried, heaving into each sob. Surrounding him were boxes of half-summoned muffin mix, as well as some sugar slowly fading out of existence. In front of him was his recipe book, tearstained and ripped at the edges. 

Virgil immediately went to Patton’s side, scooping him up into his arms. Patton made no effort to protest, his body still clenched up from all the energy he was spending summoning the ingredients into his room. In the corner of his eye, he could even see the beginnings of what would be an oven.

“Patton,” Virgil heard Logan breathe out, still standing in the same spot behind them, almost in shock. “You are spending too much energy summoning all these things, your room nor your form cannot handle it. Why don’t you just go to the kitchen?”

Patton sobbed even more, tugging at his hair and curling up into Virgil’s chest. Virgil looked up at Logan over Patton’s hunched shoulders and just shook his head, his eyes flickering between him and Patton. 

Logan then made a small ‘o’ shape with his mouth, slowly approaching the two on the floor and sitting cross-legged beside him. He made an attempt to lower Patton’s hands from his hair. Eventually, it turned into him rubbing small circles in Patton’s back with the palm of his hand, softly whispering “it’s okay” under his breath as he moved closer to him and Virgil. 

Roman dropped his sword onto the floor and followed suit, grabbing a fluffy blanket from Patton’s bed and going behind his three boyfriends, laying the blanket over their shoulders as if he was shielding them from the unstable room surrounding them. He hovered over their shoulders for a while before kneeling down and hugging all three of them. 

And as the ingredients slowly disappeared around them, the room began to fix itself. Patton could breathe a bit slower now, yet the others curled up into him like the warm blanket they were surrounded by. 

Eventually, Patton realized that he was no longer crying;  yet everyone stayed. 

And then, Patton fell asleep;  and they stayed for that too. 

----------------------------- 

~ Don’t Forget-ti That We Love You Funfetti Cake* ~

 Ingredients:

 For the cake

1 and 2/3 cup (210g) all-purpose flour

1/2 teaspoon baking powder

1/4 teaspoon baking soda (because so-da one for us!) [1]

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup (1 stick or 115 g) unsalted butter, melted

3/4 cup (150g) granulated sugar

1/4 cup (50g) packed light brown sugar

1 large egg

1/4 cup (60g) yogurt

3/4 cup (180ml) milk

1 Tablespoon (15ml) pure vanilla extract

2/3 cup (90g) sprinkles (nonpareils not recommended**) 

For the buttercream

1 cup (2 sticks or 230g) unsalted butter, softened to room temperature

3–4 cups (360-480g) confectioners’ sugar

1/4 cup (60ml) heavy cream

2 and 1/2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

salt, to taste

 *Virgil actually came up with this and thinks its so lame so thats why that’s the name LOL ~ Roman

[1]  Roman wrote this pun but I am making the executive decision to retract this comment from the original script because it is not a necessary part of the recipe.

**can you tell that lo was the one who wrote the recipe ~ v 

–– 

Patton tried his hardest to fight the pull coming from the kitchen. 

It’s been a few days since the others found him in his room after his failed ‘bake muffins in isolation’ mission and Patton hadn’t dared to bake since. After all, if that incident wasn’t a good enough warning, the other times they found him in the kitchen were. He couldn’t let them see him like this again, what ‘this’ was. 

The others thought they knew he was upset about something, but Patton didn’t know how to tell them that he didn't even know what he was feeling. He wasn’t upset, he wasn’t stressed; he was just feeling every feeling, all at once.

And he didn’t know what to do. 

Baking was the only thing he could do when he felt like this. He longed to see a smile on Virgil’s face; to watch Logan actually eat and enjoy it rather than talking about how it didn’t matter that they ate; to laugh as Roman scarfed all of it down and ask for the recipe. The recipe book was actually going to be Roman’s gift for their anniversary. It made his heart ache even more knowing that it wasn’t good enough for him anymore. 

When he felt everything or nothing at all, he would just bake and watch as the people he loved were filled with joy; and Patton, selfish as it is, would bask in the sunlight they radiated. If he kept baking and kept making them happy? Well, their light could never disappear. 

But then, it did.

And Patton couldn’t bear to stand in the darkness of that kitchen anymore. 

Still, the tugging persisted. Patton secretly hoped that him pitying himself would guilt whatever force was summoning him to the kitchen into giving up its pursuit. 

Patton sighed, tugging the strings of his cat hoodie a little tighter so that the hood with wrap around his head. Maybe if he didn’t show his face, no one would see that he had been crying for an hour or so. 

When he sunk out, he was met with a warmly-lit kitchen and a small cake in the middle of the dining table.

Patton frowned, walking towards it curiously. It was a very...rustic cake, if rustic still meant ‘messy’ in baking terms. The icing was a bit rough around the edges and he felt like the writing in icing was supposed to say “WE ❤ U” but the heart looked a bit like...well, Patton didn’t want to say. 

Still, it was rather cute. There was a small plate beside it with a fork and a slice of the cake, dots of sprinkles baked into it. Patton smiled; it seemed to be a funfetti cake! His favourite!

Patton took a bite out of the cake without really thinking about it, his smile only growing at the sweet taste. 

That was when he saw the book. 

It laid neatly beside the plate, open to a page he didn’t quite remember writing. On it were various scribbles of bright red ink mixed with blue ink, along with a note written in pencil at the bottom of the page. He recognized the handwriting immediately as he picked up the book and began to tear up. 

“Virgil, if he does not want to be summoned you cannot–”

Patton looked up from the book and saw Logan and Virgil suddenly at the entrance to the kitchen, stopped in their tracks with their eyes wide. They stared at each other for a brief moment before Virgil huffed, breaking the silence.

“See, Lo?” He kissed Logan's cheek and went on his tip-toes to ruffle his hair, much to Logan’s dismay. “Patton always comes down for cake.” 

Patton dropped the book on the table and went over to sweep the two in a big hug, warm and tight and filled with love. Virgil fell quiet, but hugged back as Logan chuckled, patting Patton’s back. 

“I sincerely hope the cake is to your standards, Patton,” he said as he pulled back. “I know that the aesthetics are not...well, they are not ideal; Roman spent so much time planning that he forgot to take into account the amount of time we’d  actually have–”

“Logan?” Patton said, his voice still scratchy from being close to tears. “I love you. It’s perfect.” 

Logan smiled brightly, the light from it almost blinding Patton. 

“You guys didn’t have to bake for me!” Patton rubbed at his eyes with a small laugh. “I know baking a cake is no easy task, especially a funfetti cake!”

Virgil shrugged. “Logan led most of it. I kinda just made sure the kitchen didn’t explode. You know how those two can get."

Patton giggled. “Of course.”

“Roman should be on his way shortly,” Logan said, pushing up his glasses. “He is acquiring a few blankets and pillows from his room.”

Patton perked up at the thought. Roman’s blankets were made of the softest, most delicate velvet. The idea made his chest warm up.

“You guys did all of this for me?” Patton asked, his voice small. 

“Of course we did, Pat.” Virgil held Patton’s hand and kissed it softly. “We love you. And we want to be here for you; even in the less-than-ideal times. You would do the same for us.”

“But we do not expect you to dwell on your emotions if you do not feel comfortable doing so,” Logan continued as he went over to the dining room to grab the cake. “If you would like, we can watch Disney movies and eat cake and provide a distraction. However, we want to reassure you that we are here to listen to whatever is troubling you, so whenever you feel comfortable, please do not hesitate to reach out.” He paused. "We do not have to find a solution right now. We can metaphorically 'sit in the feelings' for a while."

Patton smiled as Logan arrived at his and Virgil’s side. He kissed Patton’s shoulder softly before making his way to the living room, where Patton could hear Roman rambling about what movie would be the best to watch; and he heard Logan’s rebuttals come after. 

And walking out of the kitchen and into the living room could only be described as a slow-moving blur. Patton watched as Roman spotted him and swept him up into a big hug, startling Virgil who was later brought into the hug as well. He watched as Logan gave them an amused smile, patting the blankets Roman arranged under a pillow fort in front of the TV, the opening to Tangled—Patton’s favourite—playing on the screen. 

“I love you guys,” Patton murmured as he sat in the middle of the pillow fort, a plate with cake in front of him. Logan sat beside him with a nod, kissing his head as he summoned four forks with a smile. Roman and Virgil found their way somehow into the tangled mess of each other, cuddling against Logan and Patton until they were the closest humans, or sides, could ever get.

And no one complained when Patton paused the movie when Eugene got stabbed, crying a bit and telling them about how that scene sort of reminded him about what he felt the night before. No one left when Patton began to spiral a bit from that and sob into his cake, finally admitting to them his thoughts and how he had just been feeling everything. 

And then, everyone stayed; even after that. 

[fluffysaru]

Ahh I finally finished drawing and colouring @shortnfantastic 's DTIYS from their little mindscape au, took me a weekk.

So I may have gone wild and done a lot of panels,I love them all.At first I wanted to just draw all the characters because they're all so adorable and I love the au but I couldnt help myself and redrew more scenes I loved-.

There's only half a mr zombie frog because I forgot the other half but it looked so cute like that so I can imagined that his legs are in Patton's sweater pocket.I actually mostly just draw front views so this was a struggle but I had fun and quite proud of the outcome.I also struggle a lot with hands.I already had mad respect for them but redrawing the comics just threw my respect over the roof because all the different views- 3/4,side view and how beautifullu they're drawn.

Redrawing the comics really helped me notice details that I didn't notice before like Janus's eye lash being his scales and his cute snake suspenders.I also mismatched some panels Roman gasping to Janus half asleep.For the panel with Remus and logans I added texts which I feel resonated their faces xD.

Logan : hmm

Remus: approval?

And for the panel Roman and Janus I added 'my prince' to that existing speech as when I first read that comic I had the feeling of Janus being Roman knight protecting him while Roman protects everyone else.

Congrats short on your milestone!! Thanks for hosting this giveaway you're amazing and deserve many followers.❤

Follow this amazing artist,their au,comics, drawings and artstyle are so adorable,dynamic and brilliant.They're @/shortnfantastic on both here and Instagram.

[pansy-chic27213]

I’m going to a convention this weekend, and these are my cosplays! 👚👒🧤✨

Patton (Sanders Sides):

Blue polo and grey sweater w/ khakis

Pink and mint sneakers

A Patton Logo Pin

A multitude of friendship bracelets

Frog earrings

A My Little Pony hair clip (not pictured)

A very sentimental heart necklace

Virgil! (The doll I made)

Link (Breath of the Wild):

Champion tunic, undershirt, and khakis

Black boots and fingerless gloves

Blue hoops, a gold ear cuff, and a Triforce necklace

A belt and ruppee bag, with Jolly Rancher ruppees

A Hateno milk bottle, with milk tea (not pictured)

A quiver and bow

The Hylian Shield and Master Sword

Woodland Fairy! Deku (My Hero Academia):

White button up, brown vest, and green shorts

Grey flats

Iridescent wings

Flower crown and flower hair clips

Fairy wing and flower earrings

Lots of makeup!

[b00t-s]

We're all gossip-y bitches sometimes

this is part two

Janus xey/xem

Roman she/he

Patton he/him

Virgil he/him

See the character intros for more info

TW. Swearing, arguments, alcohol, drunk characters, the word v//mit is used once, characters being characters, past trauma mentioned, tiny tiny tiny sprinkle of angst but just a passing of it at end, and nothing to intense

Again, tell me if I'm being insensitive. Shout at me if I am.

Summary: Patton goes to talk to Janus about Roman. The group opens...'some' bottles. Virgil adds on some...interesting opinions.

Events occur few hours after this.

Janus just finished xeir nightly shift when Patton came bounding up to xem. Janus raised an eyebrow at how ecstatic he looked.

"Yes?" Xey managed out, forcing back the hundreds of snarky comments xey could of said right then.

"Can you hang out at My house later?" Patton practically beamed out.

"why would I want to 'hang out'? It's just a social construct created to give people a higher sense of being." Janus remarked, flipping to closed/open side to closed.

"So you'll be there?"

"hmm. Will doom-and-gloom be there?

"doom and---ohhh, Virge. Yeah, probably," Patton realised now that this was a bad mix of people to invite "probably-probably not for long though!"

"Fine" Janus replied, taking off xeir apron. Xey ignored the obvious lie. "I'll be there in an hour." Xey knew one way or another xey would end up there due to Patton's... effective persuading.

"Great!" Patton exclaimed "oh yeah, and...um...it's raining outside so..take my umbrella, kay?"

His tone more serious all of a sudden, Patton nodded to Janus' heavily made up face, so well done an ignorant bystander wouldn't of noticed the thick layers of foundation on xeir face.

Patton handed xem a translucent umbrella, patterned with cute frogs and flowers, to Janus. Ignoring the distasteful cartoons, Janus nodded and took the umbrella.

"See you soon, Jan!" Patton cheerily waved as he bounced off.

Janus folded xeir apron, opened Patton's umbrella and braved the outdoors.

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Janus arrived at Patton's house exactly on time, bone dry, despite the heavily flowing rain. Patton expected nothing less of his friend. He invited xem inside, amazed as always by his friend's everyday fashion.

Jan was wearing a casual yellow shirt over a long sleeved black shirt. Fishnet gloves adorned xeir hands, and xeir ruffled hair was let lose.

Xeir fashionably messy hair was topped with a neatly placed black fedora, which of xey never took off. Xey even scarred persuaded Thomas to let xem wear it to work.

Patton offered xem a smile, and walked xem upstairs. "Hi Jan!" He grinned.

"Hello" xey replied mundanely.

Xey absent-mindedly glanced at Patton's outfit, which contained a violet cashmere sweater, bell bottomed jeans, circular silver glasses and a sunflower clip in his perfect curls.

It was a good look, xey had to admit.

When they both reached Patton's room, Janus stood still, taking in xeir surroundings.

Patton's room was covered with things from the 2000's; Tamagotchi's, stickers pressed up against the pastel wall, stuffed animals, wristbands, old CD's, care bears posters and butterfly clips littering the floor in a deadly trap.

A trans flag was pinned above the single bed with blue tack, right next to some inspirational and motivational quotes.

The whole place looked like it had been puked on by unicorns.

It hurt Janus' eyes.

Xey was a little overwhelmed by all the spiraling colours and nostalgia-inducing objects, so xey sat cross-legged in the middle of the pink carpet. The world slowed down.

Janus wondered, not for the first time, how a 29 year old could be this cheerful.

.

Or appear this cheerful.

"Jan?"

Janus gave a small twitch of xeir head, realising that xey had spaced out. "Hmm?" Xey replied.

"Hey, you were up with the clouds! I was just saying, I think Virge is here" Patton chirped.

"oh"

"he...might be staying for a little longer then i said"

"How wonderful." Janus muttered, knowing this would happen but hating it anyway.

"oh, don't be like that! I'm sure you guys could become friends!" Janus snorted. "Or...at least not kill at each other whenever you're in the same general area" Patton corrected.

"Anyway! I'm going to greet him at the door!" He suddenly proclaimed, skipping downstairs.

Janus was disgusted at how naïve this man was.

But that was a lie.

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Patton slowed his happy skip to a casual walk. His grin slipped into a content smile as he reached the end of the stairs. Being so happy takes its toll on people, he thought. Soft tapping of the door interrupted his thoughts as he opened the door to reveal Virgil.

The first thing you notice about this man was his unfair tall-ness. He nearly had to duck to get inside; being too skinny didn't help. Virgil was wearing a plain black hoodie over a mcr top, completing the look with a short, pleated skirt and docs. His face was slathered in white foundation, accompanied with dark eyeshadow under his eyes.

"Virge!! I'm glad you could make it, even if you are late!!Again!" Patton hugged his friend, genuinely glad for his presence. The taller man patted Patton's curls awkwardly.

"Heyyyy Pat-" Virgil did the awkward pats on the back everyone does when they want to get out of a hug but don't want to say it in fear of hurting ones feelings. "Traffic-"

Patton withdrew from the hug and smiled. "okay! at least you're here safe! Can't control the traffic"

"Janus is waiting for us upstairs" Patton continued. He hurriedly carried on speaking before Virgil could spit out an insult about xem "say, you know what I hate about stairs? They're always up to something!" Patton laughed at his own joke, whilst Virgil pretended to face-palm, hiding a snigger.

"Alright, Alright dAd, didn't you say snake face was waiting for us?" Virgil mocked. Patton chuckled uncomfortably at the nickname, but nodded nonetheless.

"Yeah, we shouldn't leave xem waiting"

They both entered his room, having walked the short journey there in a comfortable silence. Patton noted Janus had not moved from were he left xem; xey had just shifted to read a book xey most likely found lying around. Janus looked up upon their arrival, xeir face immediately twisting into a mocking grimace upon seeing Virgil. "ah, you brought the racoon"

"Janus play nice--"

"you're one to talk, you participated in 2012 Tumblr" Virgil threw back

"must you be so wounding" Janus dramatically threw xeir hand against xeir forehead.

"okAY, that's enough guys." Patton firmly said. Janus pulled a face in reply, and Virgil returned the favour. Patton sighed. He just wanted them to get along, which was probably a high expectation by itself.

Perhaps he had booze leftover somewhere.

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Twelve near fist fights, two crying sessions and many, many, many bottles of alcohol later, it was nearing eleven pm and the group was drunker than a litter of catnip high kittens.

They all crowded into a close-knit circle on the bed, nearly falling off but not caring.

"ssso your telling me that flashy asss hhimbo sssssaid I wasss hot but then rude and that I wore too muchh makeup? What a *hic* bitchh" Janus hissed.

Patton giggled. "yeeeeee, be nice though! She was kindaaaa alllllllll over the place!" Patton continued bluntly, "But how would you feel if I set you guys up????~"

"oh pleassssse do, I would just love that" Janus may be trashed but xey still knew sarcasm. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending who you are, Patton did not.

"yayyy! This is gonna be great!!"

Virgil butted in then, waving around the bottle he was holding "hold on, just holllld on a minute there, you're planning to set up that" he vaugly gestured in Janus' direction "with Princy??? Xey've known her for what, 4 minutes? Life isn't a disney movie"

"Dare I detect a hint of jealousy there emo?" Janus purred "am I that lovable?" Xey hiccuped.

"ooooooooh" Patton leaned into the circle, loving the drunk drama.

"wouldn't you like to know weather boy" Virgil droned back, finishing off the bottle.

"Honey, I would dare ssay that was a yesss"

"nO"

"oooooo, you liiiiike meeeEe"

"you disgust me"

"kinky"

Patton shook his hands excitingly at them, nearly hitting Virgil, causing them to shut up. "I can't believe you're finally open to a relationship after what happened! With my best friend no least! Boy did I try to get you to go on more dat--" Patton suddenly clasped his hands over his mouth as if he just said something nasty.

.

.

Everyone went silent. Janus stared at Patron, xeir mouth slightly parted. Virgil laughed nervously to try and break the tension. It sounded strained.

Janus began to speak to stop Patton from starting to spout drunken apologies. "Well thatssss jusst a liee, I've dated pleeenty of people over..well...that...period..of time."

Everyone went silent again, not quite sure on what to say.

Virgil's anxiety was heightening due to the social awkwardness and the influence of the alcohol.

Patton was fidgeting in his lap.

It was Janus yet again who broke the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Sssso, *hic* you ssaid you wanted me to go out with thisss idiot?"

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and we meet our boi virgil

context is for losers

i could of probably cut out unnecessary things in that but y'know I'm new and I like it

these posts will be in chronological order, unless flashback, but it's not following a set-in-stone story line, so asks are, yet again, much appreciated.

I procrastinated too much during the making of this

[fandomalternteuniverse]

Here Me Out Patton In These Sweaters.

https://images.app.goo.gl/ohx6SDoPbQxGEmWdA

Or this one:

https://images.app.goo.gl/mexHtWVLMBCMQFCz9

I kind of want to see art of Patton in these Frog Sweaters :D