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blackoutbugza · 11 months ago

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hey beetles!

introduction

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hey there! my name’s blackoutbugza.

“what do i call you?”

you can call me by my username, or you can call me by my nicknames: bugza, bob, and cam. :)

“who is your target audience?”

my blog is mostly ages 13+ for explicit language, in-character art which may involve sensitive content such as blood, knives, scissors, cuts, scars, suicide, sexual innuendo, injuries, or even death. this sounds like an ad for medicine. of course, i will have warnings on my posts if any of these apply to them.

(note: 13+ DOES NOT mean 18+. please keep this in mind, im still a minor too.)

“what fandoms are you in?”

in order from most to least currently hyperfixated:

sanders sides

bfdi/osc community

bee and puppycat

omori

boisvert

south park

spooky month

five nights at freddy’s

scott pilgrim

hilda

stanley parable

^i’m more than happy to talk about any of these fandoms if you’re interested!

“do you support multishippers?”

yes! i find no harm in shipping someone with more than one person (if they’re not anyone from real life). in fact, i’m a multishipper myself!

“do you take art requests?”

you betcha! any day, any time. but i do have some rules however for what i can and cannot draw for you:

i’m totally okay with ship art. as long as it’s not anything involving p*dophelia, inc*st, r*cism, some kind of f*tish, or anything else falling under that umbrella.

following that “ship art” thing, poly ships are just as valid too. follow the the rules as rule 1 please.

although i may post this art from time to time on my own, i will not do any personal OCs or AUs. i love them very much and you have interesting characters, but this is basically the equivalent to asking, “can you draw me?”

i can draw theories as long as they’re not harmful ones, and as long as they at least make sense.

i won’t take requests for any fandom outside of the list i have above. (however of course, let’s if you wanted a sanders sides art request and you asked for emile picani or remy sleep, that would be fine since sanders sides, the sleep shorts, and cartoon therapy are all in the same universe.)

“who’s on your DNI list?”

p*dophiles, inc*sts, pro-lifers, anyone who will go out of their way to hate on furries or alterhumans (or claims they are the same), harmful f*tish artists/enjoyers, NSFW artists/enjoyers, r*cists, misogynists and misandrists, ableists, homophobes, transphobes, or anyone pro-israel. ^anyone who interacts with me who’s on this list WILL be unfollowed/blocked, and will not receive any sort of contact from me.

“what if i have a question you don’t answer in this introduction post?”

my “send art requests!” button also works as an answering service for any further questions you may have.

“what sanders sides ships will you and will you not do art requests for?”

(not in order from favorites)

will:

logicality

prinxiety

dukeceit

moceit

analogical

loceit

intrulogical

intruloceit

logicaliceit

remile

royality

anxceit

intruality

logince

karrot kings

literally anything else as long as it’s not in the wont list

won’t:

romrem

LAMP

GET TO KNOW ME!!!

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what’s your favorite color(s)?”

peach, ivory, mango orange, and taupe :)

“why do you only talk in lowercase?”

because i can

“dogs or cats?”

snails

“what’s your favorite holiday?”

i like my birthday!

“are you dating someone?”

nope ;_;

“what’s your favorite object show(s)?”

hfjone, happy star’s gtos, xfohv/the subscriber count, tdos, and the nightly manor

“who’s your favorite sanders sides character(s)?”

logan and c!joan (it may seem like it’s remus but he’s just the funnest to draw)

“why do you take so long to answer art requests?”

i’m lazy (and dried of motivation)

“what’s your favorite pattycake style?”

peppermint patty

“what’s your favorite pokémon?”

mimikyu (basic autism stuff ik)

“oh! do you have autism?”

yep

“what’s your favorite breakfast food?”

bacon

“how do you color your art?”

i make 3 layers. top layer is for outline, bottom layer is for the coloring, and the middle layer is for potential shading or watermarks i may want to remove.

“why did you make a tumblr acc?”

i wanted to post my art on a platform where sanders sides is fairly known and the fandom is stable.

“what’s your favorite book series?”

i don’t like reading :/ if i had to choose one it would probably be the fazbear frights books

“favorite musical artist(s)?”

jack stauber, madilyn mei, tally hall, thomas sanders (if he counts-)

“friends you wanna tag?”

@thegoldenduckie

@not-sure-what-im-feeling

@logan-the-artist

@simply-a-moth

@literallyblanc

@oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat

@darksides-dutchess

@starshard17

@theelectricalcity

(anyone who wants to be added/removed just message me & i’ll do it)

i think that’s all. you know the drill.

drink water, eat a snack, take a shower, brush those teeth, and love yourself so much you can shatter the multiverse with just how much you can say “i love me” and mean it. (that would be funny if that actually happened be the one to do it pls)

seriously though. love you.

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#introduction #intro #intro post #hello tumblr #introductory post #introducing myself #who i am #get to know me #this is an updated intro post since i had like 0 info abt me in my last one LOL

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prodigal-explorer · 8 months ago

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to celebrate together - a sanders sides fanfiction

this is a cute fluffy fic (for the most part) about human versions of the sides discussing easter, ramadan, and passover, three very prominent holidays from three different religions during the springtime!

(cws -> brief mention of anti-semetism, brief mention of anti-semetic hate crimes, honestly there are brief moments of insensitivity towards all three religions mentioned (christianity/catholicism, islam, and jewish) but they are genuine moments of confusion and not in bad faith! this fic is about learning and growing and respecting other religions, so there is a bit of a learning curve.)

word count: 2.9k

(also, i know i usually write a lot of unsympathetic patton which may deter some people. it will comfort these people to know that patton is not unsympathetic in this fic! he's actually a cool guy! so don't worry about that.)

Everyone in the house knew that Easter was one of Patton’s favorite holidays by now. They had only been living together for a few months, but it was obvious from the new way Patton carried himself in the springtime. He bought a lot of Easter-themed furniture, so by the time March 1st rolled around, the house was covered head to toe in eggs, bunnies, baskets, chicks, and crosses. Lots of crosses.

“Why are there a bunch of plus signs everywhere?” Roman had dared to ask one day, “Logan, is this one of your math projects?”

“You seriously don’t know what a cross is?” Patton asked, his eyes wide with shock, “Oh, that’s right. You’re balsamic.”

“Uh…Islamic,” Roman corrected awkwardly, “Me and Remus just say we’re Muslim. And I know what a cross is, I just didn’t know that it was one of those. They really do look like plus signs with a big tail. What are they all for?”

“Well, they’re Easter decorations!” Patton explained readily, “Since Easter is the celebration of the resurrection of Jesus, we have crosses here to commemorate all he sacrificed for his people.”

“Wow,” Roman said, a smile forming on his face, “I guess Jesus must have been pretty brave.”

“He’s not just brave, Roman,” Patton said, “He died for us. The least we can do is celebrate him.”

“Yeah, that seems fair,” Roman said, still gazing around the colorful, decked out area with a gentle, somewhat cautious curiosity that was generally unlike him. He seemed to sense that this was sensitive territory. “So…why do you guys celebrate Easter the way you do? With the bunnies and the eggs? Did Jesus really like sunny side up or something? Did he have a pet bunny?”

“Come on,” Patton said, “I want to tell everyone about this!”

Roman grinned and followed Patton into the living room, where the others were sitting and chatting. Logan was on the recliner, working on a grocery list, while Janus and Remus were on the ground, playing Go-Fish. Virgil was spread across the couch, scrolling through his phone.

“Guys, Patton’s gonna teach us about Easter!” Roman said, “Like, why they use the eggs and stuff.”

“It’s because of Jesus,” Logan droned tiredly, staring up at Patton, “Is this really necessary?”

“Of course it’s necessary, Logan!” Patton chastised, “It’s the most important event of springtime!”

Virgil tilted his head. “But what about Passover?”

“Pass-what?” Patton said, clearly confused, “No, we’re talking about Easter. What’s passover?”

“I like Layat Al-Qadr best,” Remus shrugged, “It’s the only night of the year where I can get Roman to shut up.”

“Hey!” Roman protested, “Oh, I have an idea! We’ll have a contest. Each of us will talk about what we think is the most important event of springtime, and then we’ll hold a vote!”

“I suppose we can do that,” Janus said, “Logan and I don’t celebrate any of these things, so we will be neutral voters. We don’t have any emotional attachment to any of the options.”

“Perfect!” Patton said, “And we’ll start with Easter, because Easter is-”

“Fat chance,” Virgil said, “Everyone already knows everything about Easter. It’s the only holiday that Americans give a shit about. It’s all over the supermarkets, it gets all the attention and respect. You don’t even know what Passover is, and do you even know that Ramadan exists?”

“Of course I know what ramen is, I had some for dinner last night,” Patton said.

The room was silent for a second.

“Virgil has a point,” Logan said, but when Patton pouted, Logan continued, “But we can still hear Patton out. He may say something we don’t know about yet. Besides, if we’re going to keep this vote objective, we need to hear out every option with equal respect and attention. Can we do that?”

“Yeah, sorry, Pat,” Virgil said softly.

“Sure,” Remus said, “Tell us about how Jesus got nailed on a cross.”

“Why would I tell you about that if you already know that part?” Patton asked with a disgusted expression.

“Cuz it’s the coolest part,” Remus replied with a toothy grin.

“Well…you’re not entirely wrong,” Patton said, growing excited as he started again to speak, “Easter is the holiday that celebrates the resurrection of Jesus! It’s celebrated every springtime, after the first full moon of spring. Jesus was arrested by Jewish leaders, and he was sentenced to death on the cross for trying to lead his people.”

“Interesting,” Janus mumbled, narrowing his eyes a bit, “Jewish leaders. That was an interesting detail to mention. Why does that matter to you, Pat?”

“Anyway,” Patton said icily before continuing the story, “A man named Joseph asked these leaders to take Jesus down from the cross after he died, in order to bury him properly. They allowed it, and Joseph buried Jesus in a stone tomb. But three days later, when people came to put spices on Jesus’ body, they found that he was gone!”

“So Jesus wasn’t actually dead??” Roman asked, clearly shocked by that twist in the story.

“Well, of course he’s not dead,” Patton said, “That’s the entire point of Easter, buddy! Jesus was resurrected. Easter is a holiday that represents rebirth. There’s always hope, and Jesus will always be there for us. Even during the darkest times, and even in the face of death.”

“Jesus is badass,” Remus remarked, “But that still doesn’t explain why there are eggs, though.”

“Oh! Another part of Easter is something called Lent,” Patton said, “In the 40 days leading up to Easter Sunday, Christians and Catholics celebrate Lent, which is a time of prayer and resisting temptation from sin. People sometimes give up things that they consider to be sinful during Lent. It’s a mindful thing. Right now, I’m giving up alcohol. And back in the medieval times, eggs weren’t allowed during Lent, so on Easter Sunday, eggs were used to signify that Lent has passed on by. Also, eggs…they represent rebirth in a way.”

“Don’t they just represent birth?” Logan asked.

“Well, I guess, but…come on, Logan! You like the egg salad I make every easter!”

“Your egg salad is quite good.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Easter is pretty cool,” Virgil said, “That’s really cool, actually.”

“So you think it’s better than your day?” Patton asked hopefully.

Virgil laughed. “Good one. Easter sounds awesome and all, but nothing beats Passover.”

“What’s that one?” Roman asked eagerly, “Why’s it called Passover? Do you play basketball or something?”

“Okay, where the heck did basketball come from?” Janus asked.

“I mean…you pass over the ball. In basketball,” Roman replied.

“No basketball,” Virgil chuckled, “It’s actually called Passover for a bit of a complicated reason. I’ll start from the beginning. This story starts in Egypt. The pharaoh, who is basically the leader of Egypt, didn’t like Jewish people, and he didn’t want too many Jewish people living in Egypt. So he enslaved all the Jews who currently lived there, and ordered that all Jewish babies who are birthed in Egypt get killed.”

Roman’s eyes widened, and he started to feel a bit sick.

“But why?” he demanded, “The Jewish babies didn’t even do anything!”

“You’d be surprised what people do to people who are different,” Virgil replied in a mutter, “Anyway, one Jewish woman decided that she wouldn’t let her baby die. She hid her baby in a basket and put him into the river, to float away to somewhere safer. The pharaoh's daughter found the baby, and decided to take him in. His name was Moses.”

“Oh! Moses!” Roman cried out in recognition, “Like the movie, like the movie The Prince Of Egypt!”

Virgil smiled slightly and nodded.

“Yeah,” he said, “Yeah, like that movie. That’s a good movie if you guys want to learn more about Moses.”

“And listen to some amazing songs by Stephen Schwartz!” Roman added.

“Roman, let’s let Virgil finish, okay?” Logan said, and Roman reluctantly nodded, turning his attention back to Virgil.

“Anyway, Moses grew up, and found out that he was Jewish, and he came from a Jewish family. He saw how horribly his people were being treated, and when he killed a slave master, he ran away to the desert,” Virgil continued, “There, he found a burning bush, and the bush talked to him. The bush basically said that he was God, and he was going to help Moses set the Jewish people free. But when Moses came back and told the pharaoh this, the pharaoh refused, over and over. And every time the pharaoh refused, God sent down a different plague, or curse, to Egypt.”

“But that’s not fair,” Patton protested, “The rest of the people didn’t even do anything.”

“Well, I don’t disagree,” Virgil said, “But God wasn’t feeling very forgiving after having his people enslaved for years. He knew that there was no other way to convince the pharaoh.”

“Yeah, if you’re gonna get mad at anyone, get mad at the pharaoh,” Janus said, “He was the stubborn son of a bitch who wouldn’t set free the slaves. He put his people in danger by doing that just because he wanted more free labor.”

“There were a lot of plagues because the pharaoh kept saying no,” Virgil explained, “And the tenth plague was a curse called the angel of death, a curse that would kill the first-born child of every home. In order to protect the innocent families, God told Moses to tell anyone who would listen to paint over their door with lamb’s blood. If the door was painted over, then the curse would pass over them, and nobody would die. Passover, see?”

Roman nodded, his eyes widening as he was enraptured in the story. “Passover,” he repeated.

“The Israelites listened to Moses, but a lot of others in Egypt didn’t, including the Pharaoh,” Virgil said, a bit sadly, “It sucked. They all had to learn the hard way. If they had just listened to Moses, nobody would have died. If the pharaoh had just let the Israelites go the first time, then none of the plagues would have had to happen. But stricken with grief after his firstborn son died, the pharaoh finally let the Israelites go, and they were freed from slavery.”

“So that’s the story of Passover,” Logan said, “How is it celebrated?”

“Well, it’s celebrated for eight days,” Virgil explained, “Seven if you’re in Israel. But here in America, it’s eight. On the first night of Passover, Jewish families have a Passover seder, which is a big dinner where we pray and sing, and we tell stories from a book called the Haggadah. All families celebrate a little differently, but for the most part, we do that stuff. I remember when I was little, my mom would always give me a sip of her wine.”

“Damn, just a sip?” Remus asked with a little laugh, “Shoulda given you a whole cup. Imagine a drunk little Virgil stumbling around.”

“That would have been cool,” Virgil admitted, “Me and my cousins would drink grape juice and pretend to be drunk. After all the serious stuff was over, of course. A big part of Passover is discussing current events. Unfortunately, most places in the world aren’t very Jew-friendly. Even here in America, there are a lot of hate crimes. Actually…”

Roman noticed with horror that Virgil was getting teary-eyed.

“Virgil?” Logan asked quietly, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” Virgil said, trying to wipe away his tears before they fell, “This is hard to talk about. The synagogue that my family went to when I was a kid before I moved here, it- a few years ago- it- it got burnt down.”

“Burnt down,” Janus realized, “As in…someone did it. On purpose.”

Virgil nodded, his eyes completely downcast. He was crying, but his face was hardened, almost angry. But not quite. He seemed too sad to be angry.

“All the drawings the kids made. All the food that people donated. All the copies of the Torah,” he whispered, “It was all gone in one night. My parents still can’t talk about it without crying. I guess I can’t either.”

“I’ve never heard of anyone burning down a religious building like that,” Patton said softly, “That’s horrible.”

“Yeah? That’s cuz they don’t burn down your stuff,” Janus said quietly, putting a hand on Virgil’s shoulder, “I’m sorry, Virgil. You…don’t deserve that. Nobody deserves that. No matter what.”

“Don’t let me stop you from continuing the competition,” Virgil said, “Remus, I wanna hear about yours. What is this one day that can get Roman to shut up?”

“Do we really have to bring that joke back?” Roman asked, too amused to be sore.

“Well, the night I was talking about, Layat Al-Qadr, is just one night of Ramadan,” Remus started to explain, “Ramadan’s actually about a month long.”

“A whole month?” Logan asked, “Wow. That’s a lot longer than Easter and Passover.”

“Not if you count Lent,” Patton pointed out.

“Layat Al-Qadr is the 27th day of Ramadan,” Roman continued, “And you pray the whole entire night, pretty much. We ask Allah to forgive us for the mistakes we made, and we hope that he says yes.”

“How do you know if he says yes?” Logan asked, tilting his head slightly.

Roman shrugged. “You don’t. That’s why you have to believe.”

“That sounds kinda boring, praying for the whole night,” Janus admitted, “Is that seriously the only thing you do?”

“I was worried it would be boring too,” Roman admitted, “But it’s actually really cool. You’d be surprised how therapeutic it is. It feels nice, talking to someone who you know will always listen. Reflecting on all the stuff you did, and figuring out how to do better without worrying about anyone getting mad at you or hating you.”

“And we also have iftar,” Remus said, “It’s like a giant meal, and we get to spend time with family while breaking our fast.”

“Wait, wait- you fast?” Virgil asked, “For an entire month?”

“It’s not so bad,” Remus shrugged, “Especially because we have iftar, and we usually eat a little bit in the morning. Breaking the fast together as a family during iftar is cool, because, like, everybody’s breaking it at the same time. So it’s like- we all are hungry together, and then we all become satisfied together. It’s pretty cool.”

“We also have five prayers that we say every day,” Roman added, “Along with an extra one at night. The prayers are the really important part because it’s so traditional. It’s been done for so many years before us, it’s like…passing down a torch. We don’t want to forget about it. So we do it to honor the people before us, so that hopefully, the people after us have something in common with us when they celebrate Ramadan.”

“Well, when you explain it like that, it sounds really cool,” Virgil admitted.

“I used to think prayer was weird, and kinda culty,” Janus mumbled, clearly a bit ashamed, “But…it actually sounds awesome. Mindful, you know?”

“Wait, where does Ramadan come from anyway?” Patton asked, “Like the fasting and the praying. Who started it?”

“It was started by the Prophet Muhammad,” Roman said eagerly, “He’s this really cool guy who told us what Allah wanted for the Muslim people. And Ramadan is the month on the Muslim calendar where Muhammad found the Quran, which is our holy book. It’s sort of like Patton’s bible and Virgil’s Torah.”

“Oh, gotcha,” Patton said.

“To be more specific, it’s the ninth month of our calendar,” Remus said, “But also, it depends on the moon. It’s like a thing. To try and spot the Ramadan moon. Roman and I did it a few times when we were younger.”

“It’s hard to do it now,” Roman said, “There’s so much artificial light in this city. But once it’s high enough in the sky, we can see it great. It’s so cool, feeling like you discovered something.”

“And we fast because Muhammad told us to, basically,” Remus said, “It’s one of the five pillars of Islam, fasting during Ramadan. And like Roman said, the Muslim people have done it for thousands and thousands of years. So it feels really awesome to continue it today. Even if it leaves us a little hungry and cranky sometimes.”

“You guys should come to iftar sometime,” Roman said, “A bunch of our Muslim friends and us all come together and eat and talk and laugh, and just enjoy each other’s company.”

“It sounds amazing,” Virgil said, “Kinda like Passover seder.”

Remus nudged Virgil gently, smiling over at him.

“Hey, yeah!” he said.

“And Easter Sunday!” Patton piped up.

“Maybe all our events have more in common than we think,” Roman said, “I mean, all of them have cool stories, and big dinners, and just…that festive attitude. That feeling of carrying on a tradition that’s so much bigger than yourself.”

“Do we even need a vote, then?” Logan asked, “I don’t know what to vote for. All of those events sound lovely.”

“I agree,” Janus said, “Maybe we can vote on something else. Like what movie to watch tonight?”

“I vote The Prince Of Egypt!” Roman cried out, “Virgil made me think about it, and now all the songs are in my head!”

“Oh! I’ll make some egg salad for dinner!” Patton said, “It’s the 21st century, we’re allowed to eat eggs during Lent now!”

“Maybe I’ll bring in the leftover date cookies from yesterday’s iftar,” Remus said.

“Yes, those are so good!” Roman agreed, “And I wrapped them in foil, so they should still taste fresh!”

Virgil smiled and closed his eyes, wiping away his residual tears gently as he listened to his friends ramble and scramble to celebrate together. Maybe tonight, this strange amalgamation of Easter, Ramadan, and Passover, the mutual respect and admiration for these three holidays, was their most important event of the springtime.

(i hope you all enjoyed this fic!! during times like these especially, it is so important to remember that every religion is beautiful and valid, and every religious holiday ought to be respected! now, i am not catholic, christian, muslim, or jewish. i wrote about these holidays after doing extensive research from multiple sources for each, but if i got anything wrong, please please let me know and i will correct it to the best of my ability. i promise i want to learn and grow, just like these guys, so if something is inaccurate, please tell me if you feel so inclined, and i will take what you say into account!!)

(have an amazing spring, no matter what you celebrate!!)

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wouldntyou-liketoknow · 1 year ago

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Day 6: Decapitation

(Disclaimer: none of the characters in this story belong to me. Janus, Remus, and any other mentioned Sides are the property of Thomas Sanders)

(Trigger Warnings: blades, slight physical violence, body horror, blood, acidic chemicals, skin-melting, snakes, slight mentions of food/drink, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9 Day 10 Day 11 Day 12 Day 13

As fluid as the Mind Palace typically was, two things always remained constant.

1. Tampering with Logan’s jars of Crofters in any way, shape, or form would result in truly devastating consequences.

2. Out of all the Sides, Janus was the best at corralling Remus. (Well, Logan was somewhat a close second, considering the information above. The Jam And/or Jelly Incident of 2019 had been the very first case of Remus actually learning his lesson.)

This was one of many things that Janus got to be smug about. . .as well as one of few things that he could be genuine about. Sure, Remus grated his nerves like no other at least sixty-nine percent of the time, but he’d had more than enough time to make the friendship between them strong and worthwhile and real. Hell, by now Janus would potentially wager that he knew Remus better than Remus knew himself.

Potentially.

It was now Autumn both inside and outside of Thomas’ brain, which meant Spooky SeasonTM was officially upon the Sides.

Now, while all the Sides appreciated Spooky SeasonTM, none of them could appreciate it quite like Remus. Mainly because this particular month gave him an actual excuse to take his horrific shenanigans and, on a scale from one to ten, crank them all the way up to OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT THING WHY DOES IT HAVE EYES WHERE THE MOUTH SHOULD BE AND MOUTHS WHERE THE EYES SHOULD BE—?!

Janus had been working in his garden (the secondary space off of his bedroom), making sure the pumpkins he’d been growing were good and ripe. There were twelve large gourds in this year’s harvest: enough for each Side to carve two of their own jack-o-lanterns. He’d also raised a few smaller-scale pumpkins that would meet their fates as a pie, a loaf of bread, and a batch of cookies.

He still had his ulterior motives, mind you. He figured this gesture would keep everyone busy for a while so he could focus on some dreadfully cunning schemes. . .plus enjoy some wine and binge his Addams Family collection without disturbance.

(As clever and devious as Janus was, this idea that a holiday tradition somehow wouldn’t end in chaos proved that while he did hold many of the brain cells in this operation, his grip on aforementioned brain cells occasionally wasn’t the firmest.)

Janus had just cut the last of his vegetable-masquerading fruit from its vine with a pair of pruning shears. He’d been in the middle of hefting it up, about to turn and place in his yard cart with the others when he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps stampeding closer and closer and—

Even before he’d discovered a flash of green and black in his peripheral vision, he’d braced himself. He tried to pull off a graceful sidestep that would’ve made Bugs Bunny proud.

But it was still too late.

He felt foreign weight slam into his side.

He saw a metallic blur glinting, swinging right for his throat.

He heard a whooshing Snicker-Snack! which was accompanied by a sickening cRrrck-pop!

And then he was airborn with what seemed to be a lot more vertigo than usual for simply losing balance. An instinctual squawk barged its way through his lips as his face met the ground, trademark bowler hat flying off due to the impact.

“Heads up, Janny!” A familiar voice squealed, maniacal laughter somehow not drowning out Janus’ sigh.

“Right, because it just doesn’t make any sense to call out a warning before you take action.”

“Exactly!” Remus agreed, his mustachioed figure entering Janus’ field of vision, hefting a bloody axe over one shoulder.

The blood in question was a deep shade of gold, glowing and letting off a bit of steam. It wasn’t real blood, of course, as Janus wasn’t a corporeal person. That was why he didn’t feel any true pain from whatever Remus had just done to him. He and the other Sides could still feel pain, but it was just. . .a very different type from the human pains that Thomas could feel.

“What’s your game today?” Janus asked, using the supremely uninterested tone of voice he always used when trying to play off a slight. “Have you already gotten bored with trying to catch Logan off guard?” He knew it was pointless to ask why Remus had singled him out. Since the first day of October, The Duke had been selecting the other Sides at random to be the victims of his Halloween escapades. He’d already pulled a staggering amount of pranks on the Lights, so perhaps he’d decided to take a break and target his fellow Darks for a bit.

“Oh, no-no-no,” Remus replied with a shake of his head. “Logan’s on my schedule three days from now.”

Janus raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you care for schedules?”

Remus raised an eyebrow right back. “Uh, since I learned about the Goretober tradition online? Duh!”

“. . .Ah, that’s right. That was the first thing you saw once you found a way to Tumblr.” Janus nearly cringed at the memories, but he wouldn’t let his mask of casual nefariousness slip. Especially since it was threatening to slip away as he tried to right himself and. . .failed.

It took everything he had to not let his mouth drop open in shock at the realization that he couldn’t completely feel his arms.

Or his legs.

Or his everything else.

In fact, it seemed the only things he could truly feel were all above the neck.

Janus glanced back at Remus, annoyed to discover that the latter had most certainly seen the brief shock that had just manifested in his eyes.

“Remusssss,” Janus hissed, narrowing his eyes to a dangerous extent. “What the hell have you done?”

Remus tilted his head with a smirk. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“If it was obvious, then I wouldn’t have asked.”

“. . .Meh, fair point.” Remus shrugged, then tossed his axe onto the ground before cupping his chin in thought. “Well, I suppose I could just tell you. . .but we all know I’m all about visual stuff, so. . !”

“What are you—HEY!” Janus bared his teeth, snarling as Remus reached for his face. He immediately tried to twist away, but he just couldn’t feel any movement. “No! NO! REMUS, GET YOUR GRIMEY HANDS OFF ME BEFORE I—!”

Janus cut himself off as Remus hefted him up, all but cradling his lower jaw. He was still greatly concerned about A. all the things Remus could’ve potentially touched before this, and B. what he’d have to wash his face with to make sure both his skin and scales were properly cleaned.

But that concern took a brief backseat to shock as Janus realized. . .his torso wasn’t brushing against Remus’. It should’ve been, considering how he was being held, but it just wasn’t. He glanced downward, but all he could see were Remus’ arms.

“Before you what, exactly?” Remus inquired, grinning and batting his eyelashes with snide glee.

Janus felt his brow furrow. He made to experimentally raise one arm.

He felt the movement from his shoulder and near his side.

But the limb in question never came into view.

He then let his arm drop, and felt it lightly collapse against the ground.

Remus must’ve seen his cohort putting all the pieces together, because he chuckled and maneuvered his hands in order for Janus to see. . .well, Janus. It wasn’t unlike all the times Janus had hovered before the vanity mirror in his room to fix himself up for his outings. The only difference was the veil of golden smoke billowing into the air from his freshly-opened neck. More of the glowing, metaphysical blood tried to ooze out, but now that Janus had finally seen the damage for himself, he was able to will said blood back where it belonged before it could stain his cloak.

“Well,” Janus pronounced rather casually for a man who was looking at his own decapitated body. “I’ve seen you do much worse.”

Remus hummed proudly. “The Dragon Witch was too busy hunting to come do a performance-battle with me. I was really disappointed at first, but then I remembered you talking about the pumpkins, so. . .yeah!”

Janus hummed in thought, watching as his body picked itself up and dusted the dirt away from his outfit. It then stooped down to collect Janus’ hat, which it silently twirled about its index finger as it came to stand before Remus. Janus’ free hand then outstretched in an expectant manner. “Do you mind. . ?”

“Oh, sure.” Remus handed Janus’ head back to his body with a flourish.

“Thank you.” Janus nodded(?) once his hat was returned to its proper place. His arm ever-so-slightly raised him up, letting him make eye-contact with the other Side. “Say, Remus. Did you know a snake's head can still bite long after it’s been severed and the main body has died?”

“Indeed I did! Same thing goes for wild boars, too! Why do you aaAUGH!” Remus failed to duck-and-cover fast enough as Janus opened his mouth wide, allowing two streams of venom to spray from his extended fangs. Aforementioned venom spattered against Remus’ face, hissing and bubbling as it immediately began eating into his skin.

Janus closed his mouth, a devilish smirk quickly etching its way across his features as he watched Remus fall to the ground, writhing and screaming. “How the hell were you not expecting that? You were the one who suggested I make my venom acidic.”

“Oh, I expected it alright,” Remus protested, voice keening even more than usual as he choked on air. “Figured it’d make us even, y’know?”

Janus snorted. “How polite of you.” He carefully moved his head backward, then lowered it onto his neck. This stopped the majority of the yellow smoke from pouring, though a few columns still managed to slip out between the new wound. Janus held his noggin in place, patiently waiting for his skin and bones to knit themselves back together like they always did whenever he was injured.

It took a good ten seconds or so for him to realize that the typical healing process was taking much longer than usual.

Janus felt his face fall—then he felt it twist into a scowl yet again as he heard Remus’ cries of pain transition into his usual giggles.

“W-What’s going on?” Janus blurted. “Why isn’t—?!”

“Relax, my dear Danger Noodle. It’s not permanent,” Remus interjected. He shakily got to his feet to face Janus once more. By now, Janus’ venom had stopped bubbling, but the flesh of his face was still very much a melting, oozing, hideous mess. His left eye was now completely out of proportion; its socket was sagging down to nearly touch the corner of his mouth. Meanwhile, his right jawbone had been partially revealed, bloody and glistening in the light. “You’ll get to heal that little cut by the stroke of one forty-five a.m.”

Janus’ mouth sporadically opened and closed with no words coming out; a concoction of shock, rage, and confusion clambered about his face as he stared at Remus.

Remus simply waved the glower off, folding his arms across his chest. “Ah, c’mon. Having to manually carry your head around until the wee hours can’t be that hard. In fact, you should really be thanking me.”

“THANKING YOU?!” Janus seethed as he began pacing in a small, angry circle. He would’ve thrown his hands up in anger, but he didn’t particularly want to taste his garden’s soil again.

“Yes! As I am to you!” Remus sliding up to Janus, reaching out to shake hands with his free arm. “Because now we’ve both got some kick-ass costumes for today! Don’t get me wrong, it’s really damn impressive what some artists can do with special effects makeup, but look at us! We’ve got the real deal, motherfuUUUUAAAH DAMN IT!”

Remus collapsed onto his knees as the second spritz of Janus’ venom disintegrated even more of his flesh.

Janus’ forked tongue flicked between his gritted fangs like a macabre party favor. His free hand reached under the brim of his hat to massage his temple as he mentally began counting to ten.

“A-ah. . .hey, look at that! Y-you made my costume even more authentic,” Remus wheezed, offering a thumbs up as his right eye started to dribble. “Go team!”

___

About an hour passed, and Janus found himself in the Mind Palace’s dining room. He sat at the end of the table, carefully outlining a design on the pumpkin of his choice with a black marker.

(Or, his body was doing all that, to be more precise. His head was merely watching, resting on a small silk pillow he’d brought from his bedroom.)

The other fruits of his harvest were all gathered opposite of his seat, patiently waiting for Janus’ peers to hollow them out and give them faces.

Speaking of which. . .

“We’re baaaaack!” Roman’s voice called out, musical as ever and accentuated by several footsteps entering the kitchen from the back door.

“I hope we’re not late,” Patton’s bubbly tone followed, sounding a bit more strained than usual. The sound of way too many shopping bags being plunked onto countertops throughout the kitchen explained that pretty well.

“Drat,” Janus greeted in a somewhat raised voice, not taking his eyes off of his jack-o-lantern-in-progress. “I really thought you’d gone to get some more milk this time.”

“I did!” Patton reassured. He was still in the kitchen, so there was no way to be certain if he truly understood that little jab. “We’ll be whipping up a fresh batch of cookies soon, after all! I may be a laid-back dad. . .” Patton’s giggles suddenly halted, and his voice became low, “. . .but I will NOT tolerate any treat-blasphemy in this household.”

“I’m trembling in my boots,” Janus yawned, trying to ignore the tiny chill that crept along his spine. “The sugar-pumpkins you requested are ready.”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I see them!” Patton cheered. “They’re just adorable!”

“Puh-leeze, Padre. The only adorable fruit in here is you!” Roman, also having yet to be seen, chuckled. “Because I’m the handsome fruit, obviously.”

More footsteps began trekking along the floor, quickly getting closer and closer to the dining room. Janus had to bite his tongue to avoid chuckling once he saw the sleeve of Patton’s cat-hoodie poke around the kitchen doorway

“Thank you so much for growing these guys, Janus! You’ve helped me to really give everyone pumpkin to talk aboouu. . .” Patton trailed off, the way his eyes were growing to the size of dinner plates suddenly evident in his voice.

For dramatic effect, Janus waited until he heard the telltale sound of a body staggering against the adjacent wall and hitting the floor with a light thud before finally acknowledging the other Side. He smiled, offering a polite nod(?).

Patton, in response, somehow managed to nod back even as he sat trembling and gaping. “J-J-Janus. . ?”

“P-P-Patton?” Janus echoed, tilting his head to the side and putting on a mask of innocent confusion.

"Are—are you. . ." Patton fumbled over his words. ". . .okay?"

"Maybe, maybe not. That just depends on perspective." Janus quirked a cryptic eyebrow. He knew Patton understood how beings like themselves couldn't truly be harmed or killed by physical means like this (despite all that fluff between his ears), but the latter Side still definitely wasn't used to seeing his peers going about their typical business post-decapitation. "Come now, don't look so shocked. I have mentioned wanting to stay ahead of you all several times in the past."

An uncertain giggle wormed its way out of Patton's mouth as the wordplay graced his ears. He still looked a bit green around the gills, but it seemed his nerves were calming back down.

After all, a beheaded person who could still talk and move and make puns (probably) made for much better company than a beheaded person who would just conform to Rigor Mortis and bleed out all over the carpet.

“Hey, Patton? Where did you want the—” Roman called, his shadow crossing the floor as he, too, began to approach. “Whatever are you doing on the floor? It looks you’ve seen a ghAUGH!"

“Hello to you, too, Roman.” Janus’ hand briefly put the marker down in order to tip his hat to the aforementioned prince.

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF TRIXIE MATTEL HAPPENED TO YOU?!”

Janus raised a hand, letting it hover before his mouth in a mock-gasp. “Really, now? Using her majesty’s title in vain? I would’ve expected better from you!” He then rolled his eyes as his body went back to work on his pumpkin. “It’s just a scratch, really.”

“A scratch?!” Roman cried, venturing a few steps closer. “Your head is off!”

Janus smirked, eyes glinting mischievously. “No it isn’t.”

Roman sputtered, pointing at Janus’ neck. “Well, what’s that, then?!”

Janus tossed a glance at his body. The golden smoke was still rising from the hole where his head should’ve been. He could’ve made it stop entirely, but he’d decided against that, since it was a truly interesting sight once you got past the fact that blood should’ve been gushing out.

“. . .I’ve had worse.”

“Is the unnecessary confrontation already beginning?” The voice that echoed from somewhere by the living room sounded calm and steady at first, if not clipped. If you listened closely, however, you’d be able to tell that the speaker was simply holding back on some extremely warranted aggravation with the power of Crofters jam and well-intentioned vibes. “I was certain the inevitable catastrophe would come after the pumpkins' insides were cleaned.”

Logan came strolling down the staircase, and though he did do a near-neck-snapping double-take upon seeing Janus in a much more beheaded state than usual, he took his shock with much more stride than the others. “Salutations, Janus. Are you. . .well?”

“Now that you mention it, my neck is feeling a little numb,” Janus replied, making sure that he still looked and sounded supremely unbothered by his headlessness.

Logan ever-so-slightly raised his eyebrows, some undeniable curiosity glinting in his eyes. “I’m assuming Remus had something to do with this?”

Janus pursed his lips. “What gave you that impression? The way he was sing-shouting something along the lines of how I should’ve let him carry my head as he ‘properly galumphed’ back into the commons?”

“Correct."

“Ah, so you haven’t gone deaf yet. I suppose that’s good to know.”

Logan quietly moved closer to the table, standing on the opposite side of Roman, who was still murmur-rambling in shock for all he was worth. “May I ask what prompted him to—”

“Really, what’s the point if you haven’t guessed by now?” Janus tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsked, raising one hand to wag a finger in Logan’s direction. “In any case, it’s not important.”

“I’m inclined to disagree!” Roman protested.

“Why haven’t you reversed the damage by now?” Logan wondered aloud. “Having to carry your own head can’t be a very pleasant experience.”

“Oh, you’d be so surprised,” Janus drawled, his body offering a shrug. “I’m sure I’ve proven how much I adore the odd challenge or two. Would you believe me if I said that I sought out Remus and requested this?”

Logan’s face was quick to fall back into its usual no-nonsense mask. “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Right, right. Just as I wouldn’t be more focused on keeping an eye out for the plans Remus might have for later this week.”

Logan squinted at this particular statement, just barely tipping his head in a nod as his eyes darted all around the room in thought. He then set his focus on the available pumpkins nearby, scanning the pile to see which one would be worthy of his carving.

“W-well. . .I mean, it sounds like there’s gourd vibes all around.” Patton cleared his throat, finally back on his feet. He flashed a nervous-yet-genuine smile over to Janus, who responded with a smug chortle at the pun. “But the pumpkin-flavored everything isn’t gonna make itself, so, I guess I’d better get to it!” He turned on his heel, retreating back into the kitchen. “You kiddos have fun with the jack-o-lanterns! Just call me if you need anything!”

Roman finally picked his jaw up off the floor and sat down on the chair he’d had in a white-knuckled grip since the beginning of the situation. He heaved his seventh dramatic sigh of the day, side-eyeing Janus.

“Couldn’t you at least. . .do something? With the stump?” The prince attempted to huff a laugh. “You’re supposed to be all about mystery, aren’t you?”

“Is that what I am?” Janus mused, angling his head in a way that allowed his eyes to be shaded while his scales caught the light. “Well, this may come as a shock, but I’ve been trying to work on my pumpkin for that exact purpose.” Something sinister crept into his casual facade. “But, if you’d rather I try something else. . .”

Janus’ body raised at arm, first to drum his fingers against his throat before snapping those same fingers twice.

The golden smoke seemed to pause. It then grew darker and thicker, splitting itself down the middle to create two columns. And as those columns began to twist and ripple in place, their particles took on a much more organic shine.

Twin bone-rattling hisses crept into the air as row after row of scales spiraled throughout the vapor.

Two pairs of haunting, slit-pupiled eyes blinked to life, automatically scrutinizing the area.

A matching set of sinuous skeletons flickered within the glow in a way that could reasonably be compared to an x-ray.

And just like that, within less of a minute, Janus suddenly had a new head.

Well, he technically had three heads now, but who was counting?

Certainly not Roman, who fell out of his chair with a shriek as the duo of huge, ethereal snakes now protruding from Janus’ neck tried to slither closer to him.

“How’s this look?” Janus asked, not batting an eyelid. “Do you think their scales compliment mine?”

“I think yOU SHOULD LEARN TO TAKE A DAMN JOKE!” Roman cried, shielding his face. “JUST GO BACK TO THE SLEEPY HOLLOW REFERENCE! IT SUITS YOU!”

“Splendid idea, Roman,” Janus simpered. With a couple more snaps of his fingers, the ghostly serpents evaporated, spiraling out of existence layer by layer. “It’s almost like I was trying to do that in the first place.”

“. . .That was an exceptional reference to Coatlicue,” Logan pronounced, with the intrigue in his eyes being a little more than mild.

“Of course it was,” Janus purred, somehow being smug and grateful at the same time.

“Co-How-Do-You-Say?” Patton, piped up. He was poking his head through the kitchen doorway yet again, probably having been lured back by the new commotion and (judging by the cocktail of confusion and fright on his face) was now most certainly questioning several of his choices.

As Logan began rattling off the basics of Aztec mythology, Roman climbed back onto his selected chair with a few petulant grumbles that might’ve been more colorful if not for Patton’s re-entry. He was quiet for the next moment or two, reaching across the table to drag a particular pumpkin closer.

“So. After we’re all done with putting the hollow in Halloween. . .” he eventually coughed. “. . .I don’t suppose you’d be up for a little chase-and-duel on horseback later tonight? I just organized a new little forest in the imagination. With a brook and a bridge, of course.”

Janus mulled this information over as he took a tiny saw into his hand and pushed it toward his chosen pumpkin. “I might be able to make some room in my planner.”

@sammys-magical-au @lickoutyourbrains @impatentpending @fangirltothefullest

#the thirteen days of goretober #goretober 2023 #my writing #my stories #sanders sides #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #tw body horror #tw blades #tw physical violence #tw acidic chemicals #tw skin melting #tw blood #tw snakes #tw mentions of food

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theoncelee · 2 years ago

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Hi! @galactickles so sorry this is super duper late (seriously please don’t hate me, or do, it’s May I wouldn’t blame you) but I was your Squealing Santa!! Thank you @hypahticklish for orchestrating it this year. I know people usually do just Christmas stuff for these, but I’m half Jewish and wanted to write about both holidays because I love them both so much. Hope that’s ok :)

Again I’m so sorry 😭😭 I’m a horrible person

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Logince (romantic)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic. Some capital text. Other than that nothing this is pure fluff.

Summary: High School AU where Roman and Logan are around 16/17 and dating. Roman is Christian and Logan is Jewish. The two decide to spend December showing each other what’s great about their respective holidays. Chaos and tickling ensues.

Merry Chanukkah

Roman and Logan had only been dating for only around six months when winter rolled around. The second the clock struck midnight on November 1st Roman was in full Christmas mode. Christmas was his all time favorite holiday, how could it not be? There were presents, and loud decorations, and cuddling by the fire, and hot cocoa, and the people he loved most. But his favorite person in the whole wide world, his boyfriend Logan, was Jewish. So he didn’t even celebrate Christmas! He’d probably never even had a proper Christmas, and wasn’t that a sad thought to be having at midnight. So Roman resolved that this year he was gonna make Logan experience Christmas. All the good non-religious bits, anyways. Christmas had never really been about God for Roman anyways. He more enjoyed the family and community aspect of it all.

Unfortunately, both Logan and Roman were absolutely swamped with schoolwork and activities for the entirety of November. Roman was starring in the fall play, and Logan was working hard with his team to get their phenomenal rubber band car ready for the Physics Olympics. Between their busy schedules and Thanksgiving, the two barely even saw each other. Come December, however, a rejuvenated Roman set his plan into action: Operation Make-Logan-Experience-Christmas.

Step one: Decorate the house.

On December 3rd, Roman invited Logan over with no explanation. When Logan pulled into Roman’s driveway he was surprised to find the guy looking extremely frustrated as he furiously attempted to untangle a massive string of lights.

“Ro? What’s going on? Are you ok?” Logan inquired as he exited his car. Roman dropped the lights, a huge smile blooming on his face,

“Hey! You made it! I’m just trying-and failing-to untangle these lights…haha. I wanted to show you all the joys of Christmas since, yknow, you’re Jewish and all. So I figured we could decorate my house together and then drink cocoa?” Logan huffed out a small laugh. His boyfriend was adorable.

“Sure”, he replied with a grin, “Hand me the lights”. He then proceeded to untangle them in one smooth motion, smirking when Roman’s jaw hit the floor.

As the hours wore on, the work was getting agonizingly slow. Especially for Logan who didn’t understand the point of putting lights on the house to begin with. It wasn’t practical; why were they doing it? So, when Roman stretched up to wrap a string of lights around a tree branch, Logan quickly wiggled two fingers in each of Roman’s underarms, eliciting a small shriek. Roman immediately whipped around, light pink dusting his cheeks.

“Dohon’t”, he giggled, voice wavering slightly. See, Logan didn’t get mischievous often, he found it childish. But, well, he was really bored. And maybe Roman was cute when he was tickled or whatever, shut up. Roman tentatively reached up again, and again he he found tickling fingers in his underarms, forcing him to slam his arms down with a squeal. The cycle continued a couple more times before Roman finally whipped around and tackled Logan, squeezing his sides with vigor.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ROHOHOHOMAN PLEEHEEHEEASE IHIM SOHORRY STAAHAHAHAAP”, he squealed.

“All right, all right,” Roman relented, “but only because we need to finish these decorations”. And as much as Logan hated to admit it, the decorations did end up pretty great in the end. They were loud and obnoxious and garish and PERFECT. This whole Christmas thing was actually pretty fun, and Logan thought the concept of Roman showing him his favorite parts of the holiday was pretty cute. And that’s what sparked Logan’s newest idea: Operation-Make-Roman-Experience-Chanukkah.

Which is how Roman found himself at Logan’s house on December 18, the first night of Chanukkah. Roman honestly didn’t know much about the holiday, so he was pretty excited. Logan’s family, of course, were delighted to have Roman over. Logan’s grandparents, although not fully understanding that the two boys were dating, were supportive and excited regardless. Roman watched as Logan’s dad lit the shammash with a fire stick and Logan got to light the first candle. Not being religious or motivated enough to actually dig out the yamaka’s, all the male family members simply placed a hand on their heads as Logan’s grandfather recited a prayer. Roman didn’t understand a word of the Hebrew, but he enthusiastically exclaimed “Amen!” with everyone else at the end. The family then sat down for dinner, where Roman proclaimed latkes to be his new favorite food and then proceeded to eat half the platter. After an incredible dinner, they sat on the floor for a rousing game of dreidel. Barely 10 minutes in Roman was losing quite spectacularly. Logan’s grandfather was winning again; no one could quite figure out how he always won a game entirely based on luck. Logan himself had quite a sizeable stack of chocolate gelt in front of him. And maybe Roman was feeling a bit mischievous, sue him. So he sneakily-not-so sneakily stole Logan’s stack of the biggest coins and slid it over to his meager pile. Logan merely gave Roman a side-eye and stole the coins back, but the glint in him eye told him Roman was SO getting it later.

And get it he did, because as soon as Roman and Logan were able to sneak away to Logan’s room, out of earshot from the adults downstairs, Logan wasted no time in pinning Roman to the bed.

“Eheheheh what?” Roman questioned.

“You stole from me. Now it’s time to pay” Logan replied dramatically whilst wiggling his fingers in the air. Romans eyes widened comically at the sight,

“You wouldn’t”.

“Oh I would”. With that Roman burst into laughter, which was only strange for one reason: Logan hadn’t actually started tickling him yet, which sent the shorter man into a flurry of giggles himself,

“ihi hahaven’t eheven tohouched you yehet”.

“Shut up” came the embarrassed reply.

“I’m gonna count to 10”, Logan proclaimed, much to Roman’s horror.

“1”

“nonono wait please don’t”

“2”

“Logan wait please I gave it back”

“3”

“It was a joke! I didn’t mean it! Please I’m sorry!”

“10.”

And with that, Roman couldn’t say much else as he had quickly descended into hysterics as Logan dug mercilessly into Roman’s ribs. He couldn’t even complain that Logan had skipped 4 5 6 7 8 and 9. That didn’t stop Logan from talking, however.

“Aww does that tickle? Is my Prince just sooo ticklish he can’t even handle just a few tickles on his wittle ribs?”

“I bet you’re sorry now. Was my gelt really worth this?”

“Can you stop laughing? I’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”

Roman meanwhile was dying as fingers were now spidering all over his tummy, leaving the poor boy in stitches.

“This will not end until you apologize for the stolen goods”

“Nehehever”

“Fine. I guess I’ll have to use drastic measures”. Logan’s hands began steadily creeping back up, awakening Roman’s ribs from their much deserved nap. They didn’t stop there however, a terrifying fact that Roman was coming to realize.

“No no no nohot there nohot there pleaheahease” he babbled helplessly, “I cahan’t tahake ihihit”

“Aww, but I thought you liked this Ro. Any last words?”

“Fuck you!” And those truly were his last words for awhile as Logan wormed his hands into Roman’s underarms and vibrated his fingers like ticklish shockwaves pulsing into Roman’s core. Roman was in the clouds. He couldn’t feel his surroundings and his eyes were squeezed shut. He could barely hear his own hysterical laughter over the deafening buzz of fire in his nerves. He couldn’t comprehend anything besides how much it tickled. The sensation blurred reality until he found himself wishing it would last forever while simultaneously needing it to stop that second. It was like oxygen that suffocated. He couldn’t stand it, but he needed it, more than he ever thought he’d need anything. But the feeling was quickly approaching “suffocating”. Fortunately, it suddenly stopped. Reality rushed back through him. Dull tingles racing through his body, soft sheets under him, warm and grounding Logan on top of him. Hands were on his face, in his hair, making sure he was okay.

“Thanks..Logi. That was- fuck”

“Anytime Ro” Logan smiled softly before slipping back into his “mad” voice,

“That’ll teach you not to steal from the great professor!”

“Oh yeah?” Roman questioned as he picked himself off the bed and switched their positions with admittedly little resistance from his boyfriend.

“I think you’ve got a lesson of your own to learn teach.” He said before lowering his voice to a low whisper,

“No-one messes with the prince and makes it out unscathed” And then Logan was in hysterics as the tables turned, fingers on his neck, his ears, his sides all tickling with too much vigor for someone who’d just been tickled to hysterics themselves. The sensations were simultaneously too much and too little, altogether overstimulating while his body kept craving more, more, more as he leaned into the touch instead of away, a fact which Roman was all too eager to point out.

“Aww enjoying yourself there Logi-bear? Is the great professor enjoying his wittle tickles?”

“NO! I HAHAHATE YOUHOUHOO”

“Do you now? I’m not hearing a stop~” At that Logan fell silent because truthfully he was enjoying the affection from his boyfriend. That’s what the holidays were about, after all. Not candles, or decorations, or silly games with spinning tops and chocolate. They were about creating silly memories with the people you love the most. And as he was laughing himself horse, Logan hoped Roman would be there to make these memories with him for many more Christmases and Chanukkahs to come. Because Roman brought happiness and laughter into Logan’s life. And Logan didn’t want to stop laughing for a long time. And so he wouldn’t. ;)

I hope this is okay writing wise. I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m doing my best.

Again I am so so so so fucking sorry uhhh happy Easter? Memorial Day I guess?? I’m so mad at myself for this I procrastinated way too long I don’t even have a good excuse anymore.

#tickle fic #my fics #December in May I guess #lee!logan #lee!roman #ler!logan #ler!roman #switch!logan #switch!roman #sandersides tickle #logince #logince tickle

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ccss10987 · 2 years ago

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Heist Gone Wrong

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43881277

Characters: Logan, Patton, Remus, Roman, Virgil, and Janus.

Words: 3,060

TW: I think it's all good. Let me know if I'm wrong

Notes: This is written for @lostinmyfictionaluniverses as part of the @sanderssidesgiftxchange I hope you have a fun holiday season and you get yourself a little treat. I would like to thank the mods for putting this all together. I had such a fun time writing this. I hope everyone who reads this enjoys this funny little art heist sanders sides one-shot.

"Does everyone understand the plan?" Logan asked, setting down his wooden pointer.

The group in front of him nods.

"Remus and Patton, do either of you remember what step 4 is?" Logan asked the two with a smug look on his face

"OOH!" Remus raises his hand quickly, jumping up and down in his seat.

"Yes, Remus?" Logan sighed.

"Kill everyone in the room and use the blood to cover where the painting was!"

"Maybe… go through the plan one more time, Logan." Patton said gently.

"That's what I thought. Step 1, Roman will create a forgery of the painting. Step 2, Janus will sneak into the museum accompanied by Patton. Step 3, I will hack into the security system and put all the cameras in a loop to make sure no one sees anything. Step 4, Remus will cause a distraction while Roman sneaks the forgery inside. Step 5, Janus finds the painting while Patton keeps all the other guards from finding Janus stealing the painting. Step 7, we replace the painting with the fake one Roman created. Step 8, we get out of the museum, and Virgil will drive us away. Step 9, we return the stolen art to the original artist. Are we all clear now?"

Once again, everyone nods.

"What's the worse thing that can happen?" Janus asked with a smirk on their face.

"You said that on purpose. I have a list I can read out for you, if you want." Virgil said, glaring at them.

"Okay, okay. Let's not fight. This is going to go perfectly." Patton told Virgil while standing in between the two.

"You can't say that either!" Virgil yelled, pulling at his hair.

"I'm sorry. Knock on wood." Patton said quickly while knocking on their wooden coffee table.

"So how is the replica coming along, Roman?" Logan asked, trying to change the subject.

"It's nearly there. It just needs something." Roman told him.

"Blood! Mucus! Slime! Some other questionable substance?" Remus suggested.

Roman scrunched up his face. "Ew. You're not helping."

"I will take a look at it and help you figure it out." Logan told him. Logan and Roman left the room.

"I started working on my costume months ago and am now done." Janus said, looking at their manicured nails. "In other completely unrelated news. Patton, you have a spare security uniform, right?"

"Yeah, you can have my spare. I'll go get it." Patton told him.

"I don't need it, of course. I simply want to compare the two."

The two left, leaving Remus and Virgil alone.

"I can't imagine this going well. I'm not even sure why I decided to do this in the first place. I'm gonna cause a police chase. We're all going to go to jail and I'm going to fuck something up-"

"Nah don't worry about that. If anyone is going to fuck something up. It's gonna be me, emo, but it'll be on purpose."

"Please don't."

Remus chucked and crept out of the room. "What a prick…" Virgil mumbled under his breath.

"I am not quite sure what you think is missing. It looks fine-" Logan said, staring at the false art.

"I don't want it to look fine. It needs to be an exact replica!" Roman was pacing around his studio, mumbling about all the details he put into the painting, trying to figure out what the art was missing.

"Roman, it does not need to be perfect. It just needs to look enough like the painting so we have the time to get away before we are caught. We have recovered works of art before without anyone knowing it was gone, and I have no doubt in my mind that we can do it again." Logan told him.

"Well what if it's not good enough!? What if my forgery gets recognized too quickly? We won't be far enough away from the museum when the police start chasing us. Maybe we won't even get that far. The security guards-"

Logan cut him off once more. "If everyone follows my plan, we won't need to worry about the security guards at all. Patton and Janus will have them distracted, most likely with awful dad jokes."

Logan didn't want Roman to know that he was also worried about the heist. It was his plan, after all. If something went wrong, it was his fault. He didn't plan for it and couldn't deduce a solution. Logan could not let Roman know this because he needed all the answers. Having Roman worry more wasn't going to help in the long run.

"Well you know what's best. After all, you're the smart one." Roman stated.

"Obviously. I am going to retire to my room now. Please try and get some rest, Roman."

"Will do, Specs."

In Patton's room with Janus, Patton was hunched over in his closet, pulling things out and throwing them on the floor.

"Are you sure you have this?" Janus asked.

"Well I might have given it to a coworker of mine…" Patton trailed off.

Janus pinched the bridge of their nose. "I can make do. This might surprise you, but I don't have a disguise ready.

Patton laughed nervously, still rummaging through his closet. "Oh really? I had no idea." he said as playfully as he could.

"Why did you give away the uniform anyway?' Janus asked.

"Well he spilled some soda on himself and I always keep my spare in my bag in case someone needs it. I told him that he could borrow the shirt. He was so nice and even said he would wash it before he gave it back to me."

Janus just nodded. Patton stood up and stretched his back out. Janus sighed, hearing the crackling of Patton's back. "Take this advice from someone who has chronic pain, you need to stretch more often."

"Yeah I know. I keep saying I will, but I never do. Just like me saying I should clean my room more often, especially the closet." Patton told Janus. He said this as he shoved the pile of clothes back into his closet.

"I should get started on that uniform so I can finish it before Logan stars nagging me."

"Good luck!" Patton called out while Janus left the room. He sighed, looking at the pile of clothes in the closet before closing the door. It was too much work to do to clean that up now. It didn't seem like a problem before.

Everyone had trouble sleeping that night. They were all worried about something not going according to plan, except Remus. He was just too excited to sleep.

It was the morning of the heist. Everyone was tired. Patton was still the first one up to start making breakfast for everyone. Logan was the next one down. Patton put on a smile for him. "Did you sleep well, Logan?" he asked.

"To tell you the truth, I could have slept better."

"Aw, I'm sorry to hear that, bud."

Janus came down just as Patton finished breakfast, followed by the twins, who all looked sluggish. Virgil was the last person to come downstairs, looking just as tired as everyone else, but that was a common occurrence.

"Based on everyone's faces, I deduce I am not the only one who did not get a good quality sleep last night."

Everyone mumbled in agreement, even Patton, trying his best to hide his drowsiness.

"No matter. I want everyone to try and sleep today. We will continue as planned. The more rested we are, the more successful this mission will be."

Everyone nodded and promised they would get some sleep before the heist. They had done this several times before, so why were they all so nervous?

Janus, Logan, and Patton were the only three who had tried to sleep before the heist. All three were unsuccessful.

Patton and Janus left a few hours before the rest of them to secure Janus' cover as a security guard at the museum. Patton had been working there for a while now. That's how they found out about the stolen art in the first place.

At the front doors of the museum, Janus took a deep breath. "My name is Dee Jordan. I am 31 years old."

"Why three years younger than you are?"

"Shush. I'm babysitting my nephew Declan, and I need the extra cash, hence the night shift job." Janus finished their mumbling, and they took another deep breath. "Alright, I'm in character. Let's do this." they said with a fake voice.

"Wow. That is amazing!" Patton exclaimed. He unlocked the door using his ID, and they entered the building.

Patton led Janus into the security room, where one of his coworkers was, waiting for his shift to start.

"Hey, Patty! I bought some donuts before I came here, do you want one?" Patton's coworker, Carl, asked.

"Thank you, Carl." Patton said before taking a chocolate-covered donut with sprinkles. "This is our new coworker-"

"Dee Jordan. It's nice to meet you. I won't have this job for long. It's just supposed to be an easy payment." Janus lied.

"Well, it's pretty dull. There's like nothing to do, and the alarms are always faulty." said Carl. "Do you and Patton know each other?"

"Yes." "No." Patton and Janus said in sync, respectively. Patton was not okay with lying to his coworkers. He had known them for so long.

"What do you mean?" Carl asked.

"What he means is we met here before, but we don't actually know each other." Janus said before Patton could speak.

"We should get started with patroling the museum." said Patton quickly.

"Alright. I'll see you later, buddy." Carl said to Patton."

The two started walking away from the security room. Janus turned to Patton and told him, "Next time that someone asks us a question, please leave the talking to me. I know you don't like lying."

"But, keeping information from people is still a lie." Patton huffed.

"It's not a lie if they don't have the right to know." Janus fired back. Janus sent Logan a quick text to let Logan know they had gotten inside with no trouble.

In the van a few streets away, Logan started to tap into the museum security cameras.

"Has anything gone wrong yet?" Virgil asked.

"For the hundredth time, no." Roman told him, inspecting his painting.

"Not yet anyway." Remus said.

"Would you three please be quiet. I need my full concentration. As long as everything goes according to my plan, we will be able to get away with this." Logan snapped at them.

Everyone was quiet after that, even Remus. The only sounds in the van were Logan's fingers tapping on the keyboard and Virgil's leg bouncing.

After a few moments, Logan got into the security cameras and put all of them on a 5-second loop. He was certain no one was on the looped footage and sent Janus a text saying step 3 was complete.

"Hey Patton, friend, buddy, pal, a synonym for a friend." Janus started.

"What is it? Did something go wrong?" Patton asked, worry in his voice.

"No, but do you remember what step 3 was?"

"Oh." Patton sighed in relief. "It was the distraction. I'm at least 87% sure."

Janus laughed. "That's a specific number. Too specific to be wrong. I'll meet Roman at the meeting point."

Janus got to the meeting point, a fire escape near the gallery the stolen art was in. Remus said the distraction was loud enough to drown out the noise of the alarm, so they opened the door. The fire alarm blasted, and Janus covered their ears. Roman wasn't at the door. They peeked their head outside and looked around. Roman wasn't in sight.

"What happened over here?" someone from behind Janus asked. This wasn't supposed to happen. Everyone was supposed to be wherever Remus caused the distraction. Something went wrong.

Janus turned around. "I heard the alarm go off, so I ran toward the noise.

"Ah, you must be new. This door is always a bit fussy. It scared me on my first night shift too. I swear the slightest gust of wind can cause it to go off. I'm Maddison, by the way." she said.

"I'm Dee." Janus told her. The two shook hands and jumped when they heard a loud boom and several crashes.

"I've never heard that one before. Let's go check it out." Maddison said. She grabbed Janus by the wrist and started running towards the sound. They found a giant hole in the wall. Everyone came to check it out, including Patton, who saw Janus at the scene and became very nervous. They weren't supposed to be here. Something went wrong.

"I cannot believe someone blew up a wall. Who would go through the trouble of doing this?" Maddison mumbled to herself.

"I didn't see anything on the cameras. I should have though, right?" Carl asked himself.

"I didn't see anything either." Patton said. It felt wrong to keep information from his two closest coworkers, but he knew he had to. He couldn't believe Remus would do something this extreme. Well, yes, he would. This came as a surprise to no one.

"What do we do now?" Janus asked, dumbfounded.

"We shouldn't call the police. They only make matters worse." Carl said. He gave Maddison a slight nod, who nodded back at him. Something suspicious was happening, and it wasn't just the art heist.

"You blew up an entire wall, Remus." Roman whisper-yelled to his brother.

"No way. I did not blow up the entire wall, just most of it." Remus said as a matter of factly.

"They know someone is sneaking in now." Roman told him.

"Then you better hurry up and replace the painting then." Remus told him as he started walking back to the van.

Roman would have argued more, but he was right. They had to finish this job now. Roman ran to the meeting point to meet up with Janus. The door was open, thankfully, but Janus wasn't there. Something went wrong. He couldn't wait for them. He needed to find that stolen painting as soon as possible.

Roman raced through the gallery, trying to find the painting. He eventually found where the artwork was supposed to be. There was a sign with the thief's name and their fake title, but no artwork. He sent Logan a panicked text explaining the situation.

"That was completely irresponsible, Remus." Logan scolded him.

"Hey, it was loud enough to drown out the fire alarm and caused all the workers to check it out." Remus defended himself.

"Including Janus. Luckily they left the door open for Roman. Unfortunately, someone stole the painting before we could."

"WHAT!?" Virgil yelled. He started mumbling to himself and spiraling into a panic attack.

"I'll help Roman get out of there. You help Virgil." Remus said. He wasn't stupid. He knew when it was time to get serious. This could have serious consequences.

"Not to worry, Virgil. This is a minor set back. We have to tell our client that someone else stole their artwork, and there is nothing more that we can do."

"They'll be disappointed with us." Virgil told him through shakey breaths and tears.

"No, they won't. I'm confident we got further than they expected us to get. Now, let's work on your breathing."

"Okay." Virgil mumbled.

Remus snuck into the museum through the open fire escape. He found his brother in the gallery where the art was supposed to be. "Alright, we need to leave before we get caught. Take the painting with you. We can't let anyone know we were ever here." Remus told him.

"Right." Roman said as he got up and followed Remus through the entrance they came in through.

The two made it back to the van without being detected.

"Okay, we will be here for another moment while I reset the museum security cameras. Then, we will be on our way back home. No one will know we were there. Janus and Patton will make sure of that." Logan said while sending a text to Janus and Patton to let them know the updated plan. The text he got back was far more concerning.

"Let's go back where we were and try to find the intruder." Maddison told Janus. She grabbed them by the wrist and led them away from Patton and Carl.

Once they were out of sight, Carl let out a sigh of relief. "I'll let you in on a little secret on why I'm not too worried about this."

"What's happening?" Patton asked.

"Do you remember when I told you that someone was taking credit for someone else's artwork here?" Carl asked. Patton just nodded. "Maddison and I were going to do something about that. We took the painting down and hid it in her car. We were going to say that the art thieves held us at gunpoint and threatened to shoot us if we tried to stop them. I really hope you don't think less of us."

Patton nodded once more. "I have a confession too." Patton explained everything he and "Dee" were doing but left everyone else's name out of it to Carl.

Carl called Maddison back to the hole in the wall and told them to bring Janus with her.

"Well I guess the cat's-" Janus started. "Meow." Patton interrupted.

"Now that you two are in on the plan, we can call the police." Carl stated.

Maddison started the phone call while Carl got the story straight with Patton and Janus.

The police came a few hours later and questioned all the security guards all individually. They didn't suspect a thing.

Janus, Patton, Carl, and Maddison all went home. Patton brought the painting to the original owner, who thanked him for returning it.

On the drive back home, Patton and Janus could finally talk without the fear of being listened to. "How come you didn't have a problem lying to the police?" Janus asked.

"I am surprised at you, Janus. It's always morally correct to lie to police officers." Patton told him. Janus laughed. "Too true." he said. A moment of silence went by before Patton spoke up. "You might hate me for this, but that spare uniform was in my bag the whole time."

#my writing #sanders sides #fanfic #writers on tumblr #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #art heist au

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southerndragontamer · 1 year ago

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Egotober Day 31: Happy Halloween

You’ve heard so many stories this month, some spooky, some cute, some scary, some moreso moments in their lives. But on this night of All Hallow’s Eve, Samhain, Halloween instead of telling a story….let’s see instead how those that the stories were about celebrate this night.

The first home we’ll visit in the Septic home, it’s a few stories and more like a bunch of apartments fused together in one building with help from Marvin’s magic. They didn’t go completely all crazy with decorating, oh they love the holiday but a certain glitch has made them all wary about a few aspects of it. Still, there’s paper jack o lanterns hanging up, a candy bowl out for trick or treaters, streamers in orange and black, baked goods in the oven, a Halloween movie marathon set to play when they get ready and they’re all dressed up.

Chase is Hawkeye, his favorite Avenger, Marvin is Doctor Strange, his ears hid in the sweeps of his hair, Henrik is a plague doctor, Jackie is in a new version of a Spider-Man suit because obviously, and Jameson was convinced into a Bloodborne Good Hunter costume. They’re all happy and enjoying themselves, planning to visit Jack before the night is out, but there’s a little worry that they can’t really help about what the glitch might do tonight. But they’re all prepared just in case, Marvin’s cards are charged with spells, Chase has iron arrows, James has his throwing knives and watch, Jackie has his powers and Henrik has a few potions Marvin helped him make.

Anti, isn’t at the Septic house tonight, he’s out enjoying the freedom the night brings the hunters like him. He may go have fun with the Septics later, he might not, he hasn’t decided yet as he’s having too much fun ‘playing’ with whatever human catches his fancy. His costume? It changes depending on who he wants to leave a message for, he’s sometimes Venom, sometimes a blood starved Beast, sometimes a plague ridden creature, or Bullseye or Mephisto…but he knows even without a costume his puppets will recognize him tonight.

The next home we’ll go to is the old manor that is a home to the Ipliers. It’s decorated to the nines with cute, spooky, creepy and terrifying all mixed together. Ghosts, skeletons, spiders, black cats, spider webbing, fake blood, you name it Wilford put it in along with a gigantic bowl of candy on the porch. He even managed to convince Dark to let him put up orange and black and green confetti poppers as long as there was no glitter. The manor is in the middle of a party, there’s a movie and decompression area if all the social interaction gets too much, and of course everyone’s in costume.

Dark, as much as he sighed about the idea at first, was talked into being Moon Knight, Wilford is Willy Wonka, The Host decided to be the Prophet from Darkest Dungeon, Bim is Alucard from Hellsing, Eric was coaxed into dressing up as Lucio from Overwatch, Prime, Red, Green, Ollie all dressed up as circus characters, Prime the ringleader, Red the strongman, Green the fire breathed and Ollie the Lion tamer, Bing came as Freddy due ti the upcoming movie they’re all excited for and Night is in a black purple Greek toga as one of his older incarnations as Erebus.

There’s food and drink set out and one of them is there whenever Wilford goes to get a drink as everyone remembers last time his powers got out of control when he was a bit too sugared up or tipsy and no one needs to reset the house tonight. But all in all…it’s really nice that they can all relax and enjoy themselves.

The last home we’ll go to is the Sanders Sides residence, a match for Thomas’ home in reality. It’s less scary and more spooky/creepy and cute, bowl of big candy bars on the porch for trick or treaters, a few pun ghost plushies holding cards or buckets to be taken home. Inside it’s set up for movies and food and fun. There’s a few more tastefully bloody things inside from Remus begging and promising to save the slasher films for after Patton went to bed.

Patton is a cat, Logan is Iron Man, Virgil is a version of the Crow from the cult classic films with a plushie crow on one shoulder, Remus is a less gorey zombie, Roman is Cinderella’s Prince Charming and Janus is Jekyll and Hyde.

Who will you go to visit? Will you go and share stories with them again tonight, scary or otherwise? Regardless of what you choose my friends, there will be plenty of T̡̛r͟i͜c̵̡k҉̕s͏ and Treats waiting for you.

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theodorically · 11 months ago

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THANK YOU FOR THE TAG <3!!

Name: Legal one? Micaela, I hate it. The one I prefer to use is Theo or Theodore, either is fine.

Pronouns: He/they.

Star sign: Taurus.

# Siblings: 1 little demon <3.

# Pets: 1 little cat in the body of a dog, his name is Toby.

Fandoms: Too many, we have: MCR, Good Omens, Sander Sides, OFMD, Fall out boy, Merlin BBC, Sonic the Hedgehog (specially sonic prime), The Amazing Digital Circus, both Spiderverse movies, pre-Disney MCU, some of DC's things, The Umbrella Academy, How to train your dragon, and probably more but I listed too many already <3.

Favourite color: Teal 🪒(I could only find a teal razor lmao)

Favorite song: Currently either Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back by MCR or Maya The Psychic by Gerard Way. It tends to change.

Favorite author: I love Neil Gaiman, Stephen King and Terry Pratchett.

Hobbies: Sleeping, staying up late and not sleeping, eating, skipping meals, listening to music, writing random shit, reading, miserable attempts at drawing/painting.

Favorite fic type: enemies to lovers (Like, healthy relationship enemies to lovers-) and emotional hurt/comfort are really cute <3

Favorite holiday: December 19, the emo day 🖤🐈‍⬛ (I know it's not a holiday, I do what I want).

Partners: none <3.

...

Fun facts :D

I'm from Argentina, I can confirm the country is falling apart (someone get me out of here please)

I'm transmasc, hence why I don't like my name 😭

I decided on the name Theo/Theodore by stealing it from a webtoon character I liked, and because it's close enough to my second name.

I was first going to choose Michael or Mitchell, variants of my first name.

I'm the embodiment of top dysphoria :D.

Soph (prev↑) is my online best friend and I love her lots/p.

I presented my irl girl best friend and boy best friend on my last birthday. They started dating lmao.

I call my irl boy best friend insults more than I call him his actual name.

My birthday is may 20th if anyone wants to gift me a ticket out of this fucked up country (help)

I know exactly 260 digits of pi by memory.

I usually write said digits on the backside of school tests to mess with my professors <3 (one of them though I had cheated once, had to prove them I actually knew them by memory, his face was priceless 😭)

I LOVE MATHS, my friends often kidnap me as their teacher when they don't understand.

I initially only memorized 69 digits of pi as a (very bad) joke, a friend bet me a chocolate I couldn't memorize 200 by the end of the month. He has good taste in chocolate.

GET ME OUT OF ARGENTINA, PLEASE.

Tags <3

@alteredstratus @hasturswig @hallo-spaceb0y @chaotic-french-fries @rebelrobinrules1984 @gay4way @buryme--inblack

And anyone else who wants to join.

I got bored so here's a little get-to-know-you tag game I think could be fun :3

Name(s)

Pronouns

Star sign

# of siblings & fun facts about them (if you have any)

# of pets & their names

Fandoms

Favorite color

Favorite song

Favorite author (of anything readable-- books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!)

Hobbies

Favorite fic type

Favorite holiday

Do you have any partner(s)? (romantic, qpp, anything!)

Fun facts about you / anything extra you wanna share!

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Name(s): Loki (highly preferred), Elye

Pronouns : they/them mostly, he/she okay too

Star sign: Pisces

# of siblings: I've got 2! An older sister and a younger sibling. The fun fact about them is that they're also both queer; in fact, my mom is too. The only non-queer person in my immediate family is my dad.

# of pets: 4 cats! Phoebe & Frankie are our girls, Lenny and Murray are our boys :3

Fandoms: MCU (kind of), BSD, OFMD, Ranboo (does his fanbase count as a fandom?)

Fav. color: Don't have one

Fav. song: Aurora Borealis by Lemon Demon

Fav. author: Alice Oseman

Hobbies: singing, acting, drawing, writing, procrastinating

Fav. fic type: Fluff, definitely. I am a sucker for well written coffee-shop and flower-shop aus, too. Smut's fine, but only if it's romantic. I can't do angst if there's no comfort.

Fav. Holiday: Hanukkah or Halloween! I love autumn and winter

Partners?: Yes! I have a girlfriend (queerplatonic) who I love very much, and a boyfriend (romantic) who I love very much :]

Fun facts:

- Even though I'm a cat person, I really, really want a dog.

- I actually used to play sports. Because I don't do gendered leagues anymore, I don't play, but I've been looking for mixed/gender-neutral/queer sports teams. Baseball and basketball specifically!

- I started questioning my identity in 2019; I'm no closer to finding a label now than I was then. The difference is, now I don't want a label. I just am. :]

tags: @neonganymede @cha0ticlesbian @x-chiara @exceleo @brinnybee @autistic-katara @gandalfthemorallygrey @ohboyanotherlokiblog @roachandrenfri @ourflagmeanslokius @exceleo @edettethegreat @swiftlyspidey

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do-your-socks-have-holes-in-them · 6 years ago

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Nest

@sanderssidescelebrations

Prompt #8: Mistletoe

Warnings: Deceit, swearing, mentions of death

Pairings: Anxceit

Word Count: 800

Summary: Two snarky assholes make a blanket nest and kiss in it.

also @imlovethomassanders cause u were looking for this ship

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Virgil was minding his own business on the couch, headphones on and eyes closed, when he suddenly found himself suffocating under what felt like the entire contents of a linen closet. He struggled to the surface and glared at his boyfriend, who was smiling innocently as if he hadn’t just attempted murder. “The hell, D?”

“Y’know,” Derek shrugged. He leaned on the back of the couch, then let himself slide over it, depositing himself in Virgil’s lap with no more care than he had the blankets. “We haven’t made a nest in a while.”

“You know you have the worst pretending-to-be-casual act I’ve ever seen?”

“I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about.”

“If you wanted a blanket nest you could’ve just said so instead of trying to kill me.” Virgil shoved him off onto the floor, followed by all the blankets, and then fell on top of him. “Like, how would you like it if I did that? Not great, right?”

“Actually I love this,” he claimed, extremely muffled. “It’s very comfortable. I thought you would love it too, you see, that’s why I dumped the blankets on you, this has all been a huge misunderstanding.”

“Oh! Well, in that case, I guess I’ll just settle in, stay right here for a while. You know, to make up for getting mad at you when you were just trying to be nice.” Virgil leaned back and smirked.

“That’s… fine,” Derek said miserably, accepting death.

Virgil gave it a few seconds before finally rolling away and helping him unbury himself. His hair was a disaster after that, which in Virgil’s opinion was what he deserved.

“Asshole.”

“You’re the one that chose to live with me.”

They looked at each other for a moment and both started laughing.

“We can’t just be normal human beings for like five minutes-”

“Oh, you love it.”

Virgil threw a couch pillow at him and calmed himself down. “Alright. Let’s make this nest already.”

They would both admit they were not very good at a lot of things, but if there was anything they did know how to do, it was this. It just figured they’d have a skill that would never be relevant to anything whatsoever, but the point still stood that they constructed some killer blanket nests. The process might have gone smoother if they didn’t instinctively make everything more difficult for each other (“Hey, can you hand me-” “Nope.”), but eventually, all the blankets in the house were arranged atop a pile of every pillow and couch cushion they had, and it was amazingly cozy. Especially since it was right next to the heater. Yes, there was that little “possibility of catching on fire” thing to worry about, but honestly, if they were going to die this wasn’t a terrible way to go. Virgil flopped down in the nest as soon as it was finished, then fought with Derek for the spot closer to the heater and lost. It wasn’t like he cared all that much, though, because the important part was having his boyfriend to cuddle with.

“Virgil.” Derek interrupted his thoughts, which was probably for the best, really, since they’d been about to get sappy and embarrassing. There was something in his voice that said he was about to be a little shit again.

Virgil sighed and buried his head further into the other’s shoulder. “What?”

“Look up.”

He did. “Babe… Seriously?” It seemed their blanket nest had totally by accident ended up positioned right underneath the mistletoe Virgil put up last week for the irony. You know, because they weren’t the kind of mushy couple who would do something like that, so doing it anyway was funny. Definitely nothing to do with wanting more excuses to kiss his boyfriend or anything like that.

Derek made an extremely ineffective attempt to hide how pleased with himself he was, which mostly involved ducking his face into the blankets and just making it way more obvious. “Looks like we have no choice. As much as it pains me to have to-”

Virgil didn’t even let him get started on the stupid teasing monologue he was probably about to do, grabbing his face before he could go on and kissing him breathless.

“There. Satisfied?”

Derek blinked up at him, dazed- he’d been propped on his elbow until that happened and he forgot how to balance. “Absolutely not,” he said fervently as soon as he could say anything. “You’re going to have to do that again, I’m afraid.”

“That one didn’t count?” Virgil teased. “What, did I do it wrong or something?”

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me again.”

And Virgil did- quite a few more times, in fact- and neither of them left the nest until they woke up in it the next morning. And if one or the other of them woke up first, and laid there admiring his sleeping boyfriend like some lovestruck idiot, well, no one needed to know.

#sanders sides #sanders sides holiday month #anxceit #sympathetic deceit #deceit sanders #virgil sanders #until we have an official name for deceit im gonna use a different one every time i write him #my post #my writing

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anxiously-unsatisfied-world · 6 years ago

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Holiday Movie Night

Title: Holiday Movie Night Prompt 2 Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, Insecure thinking Pairings: Logince, Sleepxiety, Moceit Word Count: 724

A/N: So, this is a day late - sorry about that, I was tired yesterday ^^ At some point, I'll likely do two prompts on one day to make up for the missed day. Either way, have this! (I haven't written much with Deceit or Sleep and I honestly should :P)

Patton giggles softly as he skips down the hallway toward his boyfriend's room, unable to contain his energy. Tonight is the first movie night of the holiday season and it's going to be just perfect! There's going to be hot chocolate and cookies and Patton's most favorite movies. (all the Christmas movies are his favorite - he can't choose just one!)

"Sweetheart, it's me! Can I come in?" Patton asks, softly knocking on the door once he gets there. A faint no is his response and Patton giggles before heading in.

"Hey, sweetie! You almost ready for movie night?" Patton asks, frowning when Lyle's still in his regular clothes. Everyone agreed on wearing some form of Christmas sweater for this night, so something's wrong here…

"I… Are you sure I'm not wanted there tonight?" Lyle asks, rubbing his upper arm nervously with one hand.

"Of course, you are!" Patton says with a sharp nod. "C'mon, it's our first movie night of this season. I want our whole family to be there." Patton says before continuing on with a soft smile, "Besides, everyone else has their date with them, I want my boyfriend with me."

Lyle breathes out a soft breath and offers a shaky smile. "No. If you're not sure."

Patton grins in relief and leans in to kiss Lyle's cheeks. "I am. Now, sweater time!" Lyle laughs softly and snaps his fingers, switching into a gold sweater decorated with little black snakes.

"Perfect!" Patton squeals and takes Lyle's hand, "Let's go!" Patton drags him out the door, giggling when it causes Lyle to let out a surprised laugh.

"We can begin! I got everyone!" Patton says, holding up Lyle's hand and waving it around. A soft smile spreads across his face at the scene in front of him.

Logan and Roman are curled up together on one end of the couch, chatting quietly while sipping at their hot chocolates. Virgil and Remy are occupying the love seat, both of them leaning against each other while scrolling on their phones.

"That's splendid!" Roman says, grinning over at Patton and Lyle. Lyle offers a shy smile at the enthusiastic welcome and Patton grins, walking them both over to the couch. He has Lyle sit down and immediately wraps him in a blanket, heading into the kitchen to grab their drinks.

"So, which movie are we watching first?" Virgil asks, glancing up from his phone and looking at everyone. Remy gives a slight shrug, leaning over and pecking Virgil on the cheek, smirking at the faint blush that rises to the anxious side's cheeks.

"We already know which one you'd prefer to watch, Jack Smellington." Roman says, clearly teasing Virgil, who mock-scowls at him. "I would suggest White Christmas."

Virgil snickers softly, "And I'm the one who suggests the same movie too much?" His snickers turn into full laughter at the offended look on Roman's face.

"Well, no one said we couldn't watch more than one movie!" Patton says as he returns to the room, walking over and handing Lyle his mug of cocoa. "Besides, this is only the first movie night. W have plenty of time to watch all the movies we want this month!"

Everyone nods and agrees, finding nothing to argue with that statement. Lyle looks down into his mug, mildly wanting to suggest something but not wanting to bother the others.

"Do you have a suggestion, Lyle?" Logan asks, having noticed the way Lyle hunched in on himself.

"I, uh, no, I don't." Lyle says softly, "The Polar Express?"

"Ooh! We haven't seen that one in ages!" Patton says with a grin, bouncing on his heels. Logan and Virgil nod while Remy gives a thumbs up.

"Come to think of it, we haven't!" Roman says, looking at everyone individually, "We good with that one?"

Everyone makes some sound of assent and Patton puts the movie in before sitting on the couch and snuggling up next to Lyle, who is smiling softly that his choice was so readily accepted.

"See? I told you everything would be fine." Patton whispers in Lyle's ear as the movie begins. Lyle nods and cuddles a bit closer to him, a bit of him relaxing at the fact that this holiday season is going to be better than his past ones.

It's going to be a great Christmas.

Taglist: @anuninspiredpoet, @echomist13, @theresneverenoughfandoms @fiive-second-cookies @sevencrashing

#sanders sides #logince #sleepxiety #moceit #janus sanders #sympathetic deceit #patton sanders #virgil sanders #sleep sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #my posts #sanders sides holiday month

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monkeythefander · 1 year ago

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Since it’s December I thought I’d make some Winter/Christmas Headcannons for the Sides. Consider this my early Christmas gift to fanders who celebrate.

Sanders Sides Winter/Christmas Headcannons

Content Warnings: mention of Christmas/Winter themed horror video games, food/drink mention (specifically cookies and hot chocolate)

Click see more to read the headcannons.

- Remus and Virgil play Winter/Christmas themed horror video games repeatedly during December as they wait for Christmas to arrive. Two of these games are “Tattletail” and “Frosty Nights.”

- Patton makes gingerbread and sugar cookies and lets the other Sides decorate them however they want.

- As soon as it’s December 1st, Roman starts playing his Christmas playlist on Spotify, and begins to decorate the house for the holiday.

-Janus always keeps a hoodie on or a blanket wrapped around his shoulders because he gets cold easily. He has a heated blanket that he uses when it’s especially cold outside.

- Roman spends the entire month of December binge watching Christmas themed romance movies.

- Roman makes it snow on his side of the Imagination so all the sides can have a winter wonderland to play in. He and Remus end up having sled races and snow ball fights.

- Virgil and Patton like to make snowmen together and manage to get Logan to join in.

- Janus just sits on a sled, drinks hot chocolate to stay warm, and has Remus or Roman pull him around on the sled.

- On the last few nights leading up to Christmas, the Sides gather around the living room and listen to Logan read “A Christmas Carol” to them.

-Monkey💜

End Notes: As always, if you like any of these headcannons and want to write a fanfic or make fanart based on them you can do so as long as you ask me first, and tag/credit me in the post.

#sanders sides #sanders sides headcanon #sanders sides headcannons #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #christmas headcannons #winter headcanons

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fiive-second-cookies · 6 years ago

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Traditional Smooches

A/N: Written in past(??) tense for literally no reason

@sanderssidescelebrations Prompt Day 8- Mistletoe

Warnings: None, I think. It’s just a short, sweet drabble

Pairing: Moxiety

Word Count: 161 (I can’t express how much this bothers me)

Traditional Smooches

Virgil walked down the stairs, his sock-clad feet padding on the carpeted floor. As he reached the bottom, he rubbed at his eyes.

“Good morning, Virge!” Patton said cheerily from the kitchen doorway.

“Mornin’,” Virgil mumbled back. Patton giggled softly at the other. Virgil glanced up, and then did a double take. Walking down the rest of the stairs, he stared at the doorway. “Pat, did you… did you seriously hang up mistletoe?”

Patton giggled some more, glancing up at the plant in question. “Well, of course I did! It’s a tradition, Virge!”

Virgil rolled his eyes fondly. Shaking his head, he walks over to Patton. “Well, if it’s a tradition then I suppose...”

Virgil pulls Patton into a soft, sweet kiss. They pull away after a moment. Grinning, Patton leans in again. When Patton finally takes a step back, he reaches for his boyfriend’s hand. Intertwining their fingers, he pulls Virgil into the kitchen.

“C’mon, let’s go make some pancakes.”

#sanders sides holiday month #sanders sides #virgil sanders #patton sanders #moxiety #moxiety fanfic #moxiety fluff #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides drabble

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transromansanders · 6 years ago

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Bittery, Jittery, and not very Christmas-y

Prompt 3: Decorating for the Holidays

Warnings: description of depression, executive dysfunction, deceit (mentioned)

Pairings: Platonic LAMP(D)

Word Count: 637

@sanderssidescelebrations

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides holiday month #roman sanders #roman angst #ts deceit #tw depression #tw executive dysfunction #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #could be read as romantic #i guess

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boutsofbanter · 6 years ago

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A Southern Snow Day

Prompt 1: Snow Day

Warnings: None

Pairings: Platonic LAMP

Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: Happy Holidays! I’m hoping to get back into the writing spirit with the 12 adorable holiday prompts from @sanderssidescelebrations. Enjoy!

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When sleep decides that it’s done with him for the time being, Virgil has three thoughts:

1. Jeez it’s cold.

2. Either there’s a rat problem in the mindscape or Patton just squealed.

3. Why. Is. It. So. Freakin’. Cold.

Eventually, lying around in bed wondering why he’s freezing when he’s wearing a hoodie and huddling under a weighted blanket loses its charm, so Virgil sighs and sits up. He blinks blearily, noticing that his room is far more…bright?…than it usually is? It’s not normal daytime bright though, it’s sort of whiter and softer, if that makes any sort of sense to his barely-awake state of mind.

Shivering sort of sucks, so Virgil resigns himself to putting on the new Christmas sweater that he got from Roman and Patton the other day (“Didn't you guys already make us ones last year?” “You can never have enough Christmas sweaters!!!”) and heading downstairs to find something warm.

Logan exits his room at the same time, nodding in acknowledgement to Virgil. They don’t say anything, as neither of them are morning-people, but Virgil gives Logan a sleepy blink for a greeting and they head downstairs. Coffee’s already going in the kitchen, which means Patton is definitely awake and already starting the day. There’s the clattering of pans and cups and silverware, as well as Patton’s way-too-awake-this-early-I-mean-seriously-how-is-he-so-energized voice and Roman’s booming laughter.

“—hope they get up soon!”

“They will, coffee always draws them out of their little hovels.”

“Wow, rude,” Virgil grumbles.

“Virgil! Logan!” Patton greets, nearly losing the pancake that he was in the middle of flipping.

“Morning, Pat,” Virgil says with a small smile, making a beeline for the coffee machine. The hazelnut creamer is already on the counter next to his usual mug and he can’t help but grin a little wider.

“I don’t get a good morning, Sleeping Beauty?” Roman pouts, poking Virgil’s shoulder as he passes.

“No, good mornings are for considerate people only.”

“Me? Inconsiderate? The nerve! Just wait until you see!”

Roman’s got that look like he just did something that he thinks is spectacular, which immediately sets Virgil on edge (because who knows what Princey got up to before anyone got the chance to tell him no). He glances at Patton with a raised eyebrow and is met with only a gigantic smile and an enthusiastic, “We’ll show you after breakfast, Roman really outdid himself!”

Logan shares a Look with him over the edge of his own mug of coffee (black, because he’s a heathen like that) as they sit at the table.

“I saw that!”

Virgil smirks and Logan adjusts his glasses to hide his own amusement.

“Well, eat up everyone! We have a big day ahead of us,” Patton says, placing a Disney-cruise-buffet worthy stack of pancakes in the center of the table.

“That is an alarming amount of calories that you just set on the table, Patton,” Logan remarks, looking a bit shocked at the spread.

“Like I said, big day!”

Anxiety starts creeping in. “What exactly are we doing today?”

“You’ll see! Just eat and we’ll show you after breakfast,” Patton promises, sitting at the table and already snatching up three pancakes.

“Comforting,” Virgil grumbles, grabbing one for himself.

The four of them chat through breakfast, making relatively quick work of Patton’s fluffy pancake mountain. Logan talks about planning their schedule for the holidays, which is always a hectic time and Mr. Perfectionist never seems satisfied with the schedule until he’s redone it a hundred times. Roman and Patton go over potential gift ideas for Thomas’s friends and family, and Virgil offers (what he hopes to be) constructive criticism, which Logan backs reassuringly. Some gift ideas are better left wrapped up and hidden in the “do not open ever” corner of the mind.

Once all the plates are cleared and the mugs are emptied, everything gets dumped in the sink.

“Aren’t we going to wash those?” Logan asks.

“No time, Logical Disaster! Adventure does not wait for chores!” Roman declares, standing at the doorway to the living room with his hands on his hips, tapping his foot impatiently.

“We’ll take care of them later, you guys have to come and see!” Patton’s bouncing up and down like an excited little puppy, and no one can deny him when he gets like this, so off they go.

Virgil and Logan follow them into the living room, which has the same weird softish light from Virgil’s bedroom. The blinds are drawn because whatever Roman did must be outside the house (never let it be said that he lacks a flair for the dramatic).

“Ready?” Roman grins expectantly as he grabs the tassel to pull the blinds aside. Virgil and Logan share a glance with Patton, both sufficiently confused (and nervous, in one case).

“There’s no sense in dragging this out any longer, Roman. Show us,” Logan says.

“Alright, alright, fine. Sorry for enjoying a bit of a theatrical reveal now and again, ya buzzkill,” Roman says sarcastically, then yanks on the line.

The plastic shutters open and they’re met with blinding white. It takes a moment for Virgil’s eyes to adjust, but once they do, Patton’s sheer joy and anticipation makes perfect sense.

“Snow day!!!” Patton exclaims, whipping around to see Virgil’s and Logan’s reactions.

Logan merely stares and blinks for a few seconds before, “…You are aware of the fact that we live in Florida, correct?”

“Ugh, that’s the point, Logan!” Roman rolls his eyes. “We never get to see snow while living in the swampy basement of North America, so I decided to bring the snow to us.”

“I understand that, but this much snow falling at a location that is as close to the equator as Florida is is incredibly illogical. Our climate would not support it, especially with global warming being taken into account. It’s December, yet it was 85 degrees Fahrenheit the other day. Snow does not seem like it would thrive here.”

“That’s what makes it fun, Lo!” Patton says, his eyes sparkling with unbridled happiness. Virgil immediately appreciates Roman’s actions just from that one look. Yeah, there’s some visceral part of him that wants to freak out at all the snow in a place like Florida. It screams wrong and bad and what if it’s a sign of the apocalypse, but if it makes Patton so happy, he can ignore those thoughts for today.

“Patton’s right, this is…pretty cool,” Virgil says, knowing Patton will appreciate the pun.

Right on cue, their resident Dad-friend gasps and Patton’s hands fly to cover his mouth (as if they could possibly hide a smile that wide, c’mon Pat).

“Oh no, not you as well, Virgil,” Logan says, looking exasperated yet fond at the same time. Virgil shrugs with a small smirk and Logan sighs in defeat.

“So, I assume that we are going to indulge in this illogical weather pattern all day today?”

“You got that right, and I absolutely refuse to let you suck the magic out of this day!” Roman says, snapping his fingers and instantly changing them all into snow clothes.

As soon as Patton realizes that he’s now properly dressed, he throws open the front door and runs out into the snow, flopping down in a huge powdery drift and disappearing in a sea of white. The others follow, Virgil with a bit of concern until he sees the bright blue of Patton’s jacket. He’s making a snow angel, and Roman runs to join him, dramatically diving into the ground. It snowed at least two feet already and it’s still coming down in light flakes that tickle and freeze when they hit bare skin. It’s a strangely thrilling feeling.

“This is a crime against nature, even if we are within the mindscape,” Logan complains, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, don’t be such a goody-two-shoes. It’s kinda fun to bend logic a little,” Virgil says, elbowing the other gently.

Logan gives him an unimpressed look, but when he glances back out and sees Roman and Patton comparing their snow angels, he smiles unintentionally at their antics. “I suppose I can let this one instance go, but only on one condition.”

Virgil raises his eyebrow and turns to Logan, “And what condition would that be?”

“We ambush Roman with an impromptu snowball fight.” As soon as the words are out of Logan’s mouth, Virgil is leaning over and grabbing a huge handful of snow to shape. They grin conspiratorially at each other and Logan starts making his own ammunition.

With larger-than-strictly-necessary snowballs in hand, they casually make their way closer to Roman and Patton. Once they’re within firing range, Logan (having mapped out the distance in his head and calculated the force and angle at which to throw his projectile) lets his go, and it explodes into white powder on the back of Roman’s neck.

“Hey!” he yells, quickly turning to face them, only to be met with Virgil’s own snowball hitting him in the face.

Virgil and Logan take one look and burst out laughing at the shocked and somewhat confused expression on their victim’s face. Even Patton is giggling, though he tries to hide it when he says, “That was cruel, boys!”

“Someone had to make the first strike!” Virgil calls back.

Roman shakes off the cold and his eyes narrow in determination. “I’m going to have my revenge!”

And just like that, they’re having a vicious snowball fight. It starts off in teams, Logan and Virgil vs. Patton and Roman, but it quickly devolves into a free-for-all. No mercy is shown as Logan aims for faces and turned backs, Roman for chinks in their armor (where jackets can’t cover them), Patton for those who are just about to throw, and with Virgil stockpiling ammo so he can have an endless volley of attacks.

At one point, Roman gathers up a huge armfull of snow and dumps it into the back of Logan’s jacket. There’s an indignant yelp across the battlefield which is followed by Roman’s victorious laughter. In retaliation, Patton tackles Roman into the snow and starts burying him and when Virgil goes over to help, Roman snatches his leg and he goes down in a flurry. Logan, while trying to maneuver the snow out of his jacket, trips over them and they all collapse in a heap on the ground, laughing and frozen and all kinds of happy.

Even if it doesn’t make any sense, Virgil guesses he can get used to Florida snow days.

#sanders sides holiday month #Sanders Sides #Virgil Sanders #Logan Sanders #Patton Sanders #Roman Sanders #platonic LAMP #fics #my fics

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asmolqueen · 5 years ago

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Baby, it's cold everywhere

@sanderssidescelebrations Pairing: Platonic everyone Prompt: Cuddling for Warmth Warnings: sympathetic Deceit and sympathetic Remus, Remus being himself Summary: When the Creativitwins decided it'd be a good idea, to lower the mindscape's temperature for the atmosphere's sake, no one thought of a certain cold-blooded side. Aka. the one in which Deceit is freezing but too proud to actually say it. Read on AO3

In the mindscape, it's rarely noticeably hot or cold, it's always about room temperature, since no one's bothered by that. Sure, the sides rooms all have different heat-levels, depending on everyone's own comfort, but the commons are usually the same.

At least that's how it had been, all year round leading up to Christmas. Christmas was different. As soon as Thomas began decorating for the holidays, so did the sides. And never before had that included Roman and Remus agreeing on anything, until this year. And that decision would be one, that a certain serpentine side wouldn't agree with. But he didn't really say anything against it either, since having the Creativitwins agree on something, is an occurrence no one wants or should disturb.

So now he had to freeze, constantly, since that was the thing, they agreed on.

“It'd be great for the mood! Just, snow out there!”, Roman had said, smiling like a child.

“Yeah, and let's lower the temperature as well!”

“My god, maybe you'll finally put your clothes back on?”

This had the Duke gasping dramatically. “You're honestly asking that? You're expecting an honest answer that includes a yes, aren't you? Before everything else, I am a trash rat, and rats don't usually wear clothes, do they?”

“You're impossible. So, snow?”

Their conversation went kind of like that, Deceit hadn't listened properly in between, but he did notice the lack of clothes on Remus' part, not like he wasn't already used to it anyway.

So now, for the movie night, he had to leave the warmth of his room. And he dreaded it. It wasn't like he didn't want to go though, just because he skipped a few movie nights before, most of them actually, he really did, but he did not want to freeze for a couple hours on end.

So he got out of his room, and oh boy did he regret it fast.

“Fuck thiss…”, he mumbled under his breath, hugging himself a bit.

Deceit tried to keep his composure, not wanting the others to know how cold he actually was, because he was acting ridiculously, and also because he didn't want to bother them.

He sat on the couch, between Patton and Roman, and tried not to constantly shiver.

Pull it together, he thought to himself, this is pathetic. And he really thought it was, so he really tried to stop shaking so much.

“So, what are we watching?”

“I'm thinking-”

“I swear, Princey, if you say Frozen I'll throw something at you.”

Virgil was glared at by said side, before his face turned into a pout. “Who said I was gonna say Frozen?”

“What were you gonna say, then?”

“Shut up.”

Remus perked up next. “How about-”

“We've talked about this, Remus, we're watching your kinda movies when Roman and Patton are needed by Thomas.”, Logan immediately stepped in, reminding him of the compromise they all had, watching any kind of thriller and horror movies, when they didn't do too much to affect Thomas. In the beginning, this had even excluded Virgil, as they had theorized that this would only cause to heighten Thomas' anxiety, but this had been proven to be wrong later.

“You're no fun, Teach.”

“Home alone? It's a classic!”, Patton suggested.

Virgil chuckled. “More like homolone, gay and single forever. But really, Pat? I've seen it at least a million times.”

“Honestly? Why don't you choose a movie, Hot Topic.”

“That's an old one, can't think of anything new?”, before the creative side could respond, he continued. “And yes, I have a movie I'd like to see, actually. What do you guys think of Rise of the Guardians? And don't argue about how it's not a Christmas movie because it totally is and also we don't have Christmas yet.”

No one had any complaints with that movie, so it was decided.

For the whole discussion, Deceit had hoped that his shivering wasn't too obvious, and he really concentrated on trying to hold back. It only became a problem, when both Patton and Roman decided to lean onto him. Sure, he would usually stiffen a little before trying to ease up again but instead, he tried to lean into the warmth they brought with them.

Both sides seemed to notice that, and also that he was still shivering, as Roman stole the blanket from behind and underneath Virgil, who wanted to complain, but was happy enough that they finally decided on his movie suggestion, so he let it slide.

When the blanket was over all three sides, Patton immediately began leaning even further into Deceit and Roman put his arms around the side, so he didn't even have a choice.

At least, that was what they all would say. Because to the two bubbly sides, it was very obvious, that Deceit was just too proud to say, that he was cold, and that he enjoyed being cuddled up to them, because if he didn't, he would've at least said something instead of mumbling something incoherent and his face tinting just the slightest tint of red.

And to say that the two didn't feel ecstatic about having another cuddle buddy, would be an understatement.

#sympathetic dark sides #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #sanders sides holiday month 2019 #platonic drlamp #platonic cuddling

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