#starbucks-remy

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[greghatecrimes]

You said you used to be a barista? Any headcanons on how our darlings at PPTH take their hot cocoa?<3

I did used to be a barista indeed!! <3 Oh this is such a good question, I'm much more of a hot cocoa than a coffee person myself so I absolutely love it.

These are based more on vibes than anything else:

House: With a near obscene amount of mini marshmallows sprinkled in, and a very healthy spiral of whipped cream on top of that. Like, tall enough that it looks like it might tip over. Half the time he probably makes it that big just to be obnoxious/see the ducklings' reactions lol

Wilson: Either normal hot chocolate (homemade though, not the powder/instant mix kind. Only ever homemade! Probably chides House whenever he sees him going for the hot cocoa powder and then stops him, takes over, and makes a big batch of luxurious homemade hot chocolate. (little does he know that was house's master plan all along.)), or he goes like... super indulgent and enjoys something like salted caramel hot cocoa every once in a while. If such a recipe exists.

Cuddy: Let's be real, it most likely wouldn't be a hot chocolate, it would be a mocha. That caffeine fuels her through her day. Unless she's at home with Rachel for a snow day or something. Then it's the good ol' swiss miss they keep a box of in the pantry. Rachel likes to put rainbow sprinkles on top with her mini marshmallows, and somehow there's always a little handful of them that end up in Cuddy's mug, too.

Cameron: Peppermint hot chocolate, one thousand percent! I wrote a post about coffee orders a while ago and I mentioned that Cameron totally seems like a peppermint mocha girl to me. The same carries over for hot chocolate, too. She'd be happy drinking peppermint hot chocolate any time of year, no matter the weather! (And I love her for it). I think it would be a total comfort drink for her. Very grounding. <3

Chase: Similar to the coffee orders, I think Cameron introduces him to peppermint hot chocolate, and he ends up really enjoying it. I think he'd also enjoy just plain hot chocolate with a small layer of whipped cream on top. (I'm picturing that it's the kind where the whip is about even with the rim of the glass, so that when you drink the first couple sips, you usually end up getting a whipped cream mustache). ALSO? Bailey's hot chocolate (hot cocoa recipe spiked w/Bailey's Irish Cream liqueur). Great nightcap on a cold winter night.

Foreman: Like I said, a lot of these are based on vibes alone. My man is really giving me "Hot cocoa with Nutella stirred in" vibes rn. Or something else that'll give it a nice, rich hazelnut flavor alongside the chocolate. Anything that adds more depth to the flavor instead of stacking on the sweetness. I can see him liking a dark chocolate hot cocoa with some dark cherry extract added in, too!

Kutner: Hot chocolate infused with orange extract, from a recipe specially made so that it tastes like you're drinking the equivalent of one of those chocolate oranges. Everyone thinks he's nuts until he convinces them to try it, and then they're all absolutely hooked.

Thirteen: I have two thoughts in my mind. One: I think she'd like both white hot chocolate and milk chocolate hot cocoa. Two: She strikes me as the type of person who would get a craving for hot chocolate in the summer, but absolutely NOT want the sensory feel of a hot drink when it's hot out. So she takes hot chocolate powder and mini marshmallows and mixes them into a glass of cold milk. House calls her out on it and is like "you're just drinking glorified chocolate milk at this point." Kutner immediately jumps to her defense and says "it's not chocolate milk, it's cold chocolate." (Then he makes himself a glass of "cold chocolate" and is like "This is actually pretty good!" and then orders an iced mocha with no espresso in it every day for the next week)

Taub: Dark chocolate hot cocoa. Something that's not too, too sweet, but still has a good cocoa flavor. Maybe this part is because I'm POTS-y/probable EDS and need way more salt than average (and thus fucking LOVE salt), but I feel like he'd enjoy sprinkling little sea salt crystals on top. Then it tastes like one of those fancy dark chocolate candy bars you can get at trader joe's.

Bonus Amber, just like in the coffee questions: Homemade chocolate infused with pure raspberry extract. And just a little bit of whipped cream on top (probably also homemade). (I adore her)

This was so much fun to think about! Thank you for the ask, anon! <3

[jaratedeguadalupe]

Remy shenanigans is peak enetertainment to me 

[fruitzbat]

"americans always need a big drink" yeah ok whatever.

no. my problematic american trait is iced mochas.

put ice and choccy in the fuckin coffee. no, i didn't stutter.

[headcannonsandotherthings]

Even more X-Men headcannons

Again, most of these are dumb but my X-Men hyperfixation is still going strong! (Also this is me coping with the election results 🥲)

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Morph has an entire closet dedicated to Halloween costumes. They take Halloween so seriously.

Jean is THAT person who would decorate for Christmas as soon as it hits November 1st.

Jubilee bullies the ugly villagers off of her Animal Crossing village.

Jubilee got Gambit into Cooking Mama, and to say he would be obsessed would be an understatement.

All of them would watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade, mostly for the Broadway performances.

One year, they even decided to go to the parade, and it was chaotic in the best way possible.

Once Morph and Logan were at a history museum for a mission and they kept asking Logan if it was historically accurate.

Storm would drink the medicinal ball tea from Starbucks.

Gambit's motto for the younger team members/students is "Do as I say, not as I do."

Jean would wear Chanel No. 5 or Miss Dior (something like that).

Morph would have trolled Trump supporters on Twitter just to get a reaction out of them… and it works every single time

Rogue loves Dolly Parton. You cannot tell me otherwise.

So much so that Remy took Rogue to Dollywood one year for her birthday and it was the happiest day of her life. (Besides her wedding day).

[loganslowdown4]

Remy: Janus wait! I didn’t mean for that to happen-

Janus: Finding out that everyone hates me? I don’t care.

Remy: Janus, girl, please, stop.

Janus: No! Do you know what everyone says about you? They say you’re a Starbucks guzzling short video freak who’s just a bitchy photocopy of me! So don’t act so innocent, I can smell the deceit here. Go take that fake apology and shove right up your tight aaaaAAAHHHHHH

*Janus gets bulldozed over by Remus and his morning star*

Remus: Shit, was that Jan?

*Remy nods, horrified*

Remus: *shrugs* Meh *walks off*

Remy: *voiceover* And that’s how Janus died. Just kidding, sides can’t die, he’ll always be able to slut his way back and piss me off forever. I’m going to get an espresso.

[emoprincey]

Roman Needs a Nice Day (Prinxiety)

Summary: What if Roman's nice day went a little differently?

Pairings: Prinxiety

Characters: Virgil, Roman, Remy

Also posted on my ao3: stormofstarlight

Writing taglist: @iclaimedtobethebetterbard

Roman was upset. Anyone could tell. He wasn’t crying – at least in front of the other sides – but he’d been stomping around the mindscape in his high-heeled boots, and wrenching the kitchen cupboards open so forcefully when he went to get a snack that he’d pulled a door off its hinges. When the songs he belted from his room so loudly that even Virgil could hear them through his noise cancelling headphones morphed from Some Day My Prince Will Come and Go The Distance, to Words Fail and Breathe, Virgil knew he had to do something.

Patton seemed to have some success giving Logan a nice day with those notecards – at least once he calmed down a bit – so Virgil figured it would be worth a shot.

Getting Roman to listen to some of his favourite songs again seemed like a solid idea to start with. That might rejuvenate some of his old spark. Once Upon A Dream was an obvious classic, and Virgil knew, one of Roman’s all-time favourites, so he wrote that on the first card. On the second card, he wrote down another song he was sure Roman would appreciate. He’d heard Billy Joel songs being blasted in Roman’s room often enough, and Fall Out Boy had recently released a cover of We Didn’t Start The Fire that Virgil had been dying to show to the other sides.

Virgil ambushed Roman just as he was coming out of the bathroom, and shoved the notecards into his face. When Roman picked the first card, Virgil grinned and dragged him downstairs to listen to the version from one of his favourite films.

“Is this from Maleficent?” Roman asked.

“Yep, it’s the best version,” Virgil said.

Roman chuckled. “Of course you’d say that, emo.”

“Shut up and pick another card,” Virgil said, holding another two out to him. He’d stuck with the Disney theme for one of them. In his 3AM travels down YouTube rabbit-holes, Virgil had seen a few creepypastas he was sure Roman would enjoy. Or, at least, he’d enjoy watching Roman react to them.

But Roman ended up taking the other card. “Get some Starbucks,” he read out, sounding pleased.

Virgil smirked. He knew that one would go down well. If there was one thing Roman loved to do, it was pamper himself, and Virgil knew he liked overpriced iced coffee as much as the next side. Besides, Virgil couldn’t deny that spending the afternoon getting coffee with Roman would be nice. Ugh, that almost sounded sappy. Gross.

“Come on, let’s go!” Roman grabbed Virgil’s hand, and Virgil’s stomach swooped as he sunk them both out to his realm.

“Woah. Still not used to rising up,” Virgil said, clinging to Roman’s shoulder to steady himself when they rose up. Then he looked around himself. The Starbucks in the Imagination was filled with characters the twins had created through the years, though Virgil didn’t recognise many of them. Unfortunately, the barista behind the counter was someone he knew very well.

“Go grab us a table, I’ll get the coffee,” Virgil said. This is Roman’s nice day, this is Roman’s nice day, he reminded himself as he approached the counter.

He noticed the exact moment Remy clocked him. The usually aloof barista froze, holding a dishcloth in one hand and a perfectly polished glass in the other. His expression hardened, and Virgil was sure he was glaring behind his dark sunglasses.

“You’ve got some nerve showing up here, Anxiety,” Remy said, putting the glass down and slinging the cloth over his shoulder.

Of course. Anxiety was the natural enemy of Sleep.

“Look, I’m just trying to give Roman a nice day,” Virgil huffed, gesturing over to the prince, who’d just found a table. Roman waved back cheerily, clearly thinking they were having a pleasant chat. “Can we give this a rest for one afternoon?”

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m always perfectly polite to you,” Remy said. “Now, get out of my fucking shop before I kick you out, okay? Bye.”

“Remy!” Virgil snapped, trying to keep his tone under control. “This is for Ro. Please.”

Remy pushed his sunglasses down his nose, looking at Virgil over the top of them. “Wow, Anxiety using manners for once? You must really be down bad for him.”

Virgil hissed, but he didn’t bother denying it.

Remy gave him a look that bordered on sympathetic, but came across more condescending than anything. “He still oblivious as ever?”

Virgil finally relented, sitting down on one of the barstools. “Tell me about it. Honestly, I don’t think I really have a chance with him.”

Remy sighed, pushing his sunglasses back up. “Listen, hun. You hate me, I hate you, we’ve had this whole bitter enemies thing going on for a while. But let me give you some advice. Sometimes you’ve just gotta take a chance, you know? You won’t get anywhere in life by doubting every move you make. I know – it’s your job. But you need to give yourself some credit. You and Roman, you’ve been through a lot, I’m sure whatever happens, things will work out for you two or whatever.”

Remy waved a dismissive hand as he pushed two iced coffees across the counter to Virgil. He knew all of the sides’ regular orders by now.  

“On the house,” he said, when Virgil reached for his wallet. “Go get him, girl.”

“Thanks, Remy.”

“Don’t say I never did anything for you,” Remy said. “No, actually do. If people find out I have a soft side they might start asking for things.”

“Sure,” Virgil chuckled.

When he got back to the table, Roman reached for the drink with both hands, and took a long sip through the straw.

“What, don’t I even get a ‘thank-you’?” Virgil said.

Roman put down his cup. “Thanks for doing this, Virge. Really. I think I really needed an afternoon off.”

“Oh, uh... no problem, I guess,” Virgil mumbled. Roman was looking at him with such earnest eyes that he had to look away, focusing on the logo printed on one of the napkins – it was just like the regular Starbucks logo, except that the mermaid was wearing sunglasses. “Anyway, pick one of these for when you’ve finished your drink.”

He shoved another two slips of paper towards Roman.

Roman looked surprised, but he took one of the pieces.

“Ooh!” He exclaimed when he looked at it. “Stab stuff with your sword. Oh, I can work with this.”

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When they’d finished their coffees, Roman took Virgil’s hand again, and this time there was nothing he could attribute the fluttering in his stomach to other than Roman’s dazzling smile.

“Come on, I’ve got a great place in mind,” Roman said, and he pulled Virgil through the doors of the Starbucks out into the street. Roman waved his hand, and across the empty road another building popped into existence.

“After you,” he said, holding open the door for Virgil.

Inside was a giant room about as big as a warehouse, and it was absolutely filled with things. Pillows and mattresses littered the floor, while crockery, vases and even computers were stacked up on tables. It all looked old and already battered – the computer screens were cracked, and any fabric was faded or torn. It wasn’t an unfamiliar location; Remus had created countless rage rooms in the Imagination when one of the others was upset and needed a way to vent their feelings, but Virgil didn’t think bringing Roman’s brother up would be the best decision at the moment. Still, it was impressive for Roman to conjure all this in just a few seconds.

“Did you just... create all of this?” Virgil asked in wonder as Roman shut the door behind them.

Roman shrugged. “Yeah, I mean... I just kind of imagined it and, well, you know how it works.”

“You know, sometimes you’re kind of incredible,” Virgil mused, still looking around the room.

“Really?” Roman asked. His voice was... smaller than Virgil expected.

“Yeah of course,” Virgil said, “you create so many awesome things.”

“Well, it’s kind of my job,” Roman said, but he was beaming. After a moment, he cleared his throat. “Anyway. We can’t technically get injured by anything in the Imagination, but I know you’re a stickler for this kind of stuff, so...”

Roman snapped his fingers, and suddenly the two of them were wearing protective suits over their regular clothes, with safety glasses covering their eyes. Then he drew his sword.

“And don’t forget the most important bit,” Roman said. He waved his hand, and a battle axe with a purple handle appeared in his grip.

“Wait, you want me to join in too?” Virgil asked incredulously.

“Of course!” Roman grinned. “It’ll be fun to do this together.”

“Alright,” Virgil said, taking hold of the axe. It felt right in his grip, like it was made for him. Well, obviously it was, but something about it felt natural, like he’d been wielding it his entire life. “Let’s do this.”

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After an afternoon of smashing shit up, Virgil and Roman lay on their backs in the middle of the rage room. The floor was covered in debris, stuffing and down, and Virgil had never felt so satisfied.

“So, you got any more fun things planned for today, emo?” Roman turned his head towards Virgil, his cheeks flushed, and eyes wide with elation.

Virgil took a moment to remember how to speak. Those were all the cards he’d written, but...

Remy’s voice echoed in his ear. Sometimes you’ve gotta take a chance.

If he was taking advice from Remy, he must really be desperate, but before he could chicken out Virgil summoned a pen and two more slips of paper.

“Yeah actually, just give me a second.” He stared down at the paper, wondering if this was a good idea. It was a big step, and there was half a chance Roman wouldn’t even pick the card Virgil was hoping for. Maybe it would be better if he didn’t. But Virgil was taking a chance. He could do this. He hastily scribbled down two options on the cards, and held them out to Roman.

He kept his eyes fixed on the floor as Roman took one.

“Ask crush out for drinks,” Roman read aloud, and Virgil’s breath hitched. This was too real. Roman had picked the card, and Virgil couldn’t back out now. Or maybe he could. He could snatch it back and say he hadn’t meant to write that. He’d eat the paper if he had to. 

But before he could do any of that, Roman’s face broke into a grin.

“Virgil, this is wonderful!” Roman exclaimed.

“It is?” Virgil asked, hearing how short of breath he was.

“Of course! I knew you’d come around and help out Thomas’ romantic life eventually,” Roman said.

Wait, Thomas?

“I’ll get him to ask Nico out for drinks, and I’ll tell him it was your idea!” Roman was practically glowing, in his element, and Virgil felt like kicking himself.

Of course the only crush in Roman’s mind right now would be Nico, after the two of them had helped set Thomas up with him at the mall.

Roman snapped his fingers to clear away his protective clothing, and smoothed out his crumpled prince outfit. “Oh, Thomas...” he sang as he sank out, leaving Virgil alone in the rage room.

Well. That had been a disaster.

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Over the next few days, Virgil didn’t see much of Roman. Apparently he’d pitched the idea to Thomas, and it had been a great success. Thomas had taken Nico out for drinks at a bar he liked, and it had gone really well. Virgil might even have enjoyed the night, if he hadn’t spent the whole time holed up in his room, only responding remotely to Thomas’ biggest spikes of anxiety.

He shouldn’t be so broken up about this. It wasn’t like this was a rejection, Roman had just misunderstood. And maybe this was better than if he had figured out what Virgil really meant. If Roman had gone running off to Logan or Patton or – God forbid – Janus, Virgil didn’t know how he would have coped.

But, however irrational it was, Virgil felt like shit. He didn’t leave his room other than to grab a few packets of pop tarts from the kitchen, and he spent pretty much the whole time watching conspiracy videos on YouTube.

On the third day of his self-imposed isolation, there was a knock on his door.

That wasn’t surprising. The other sides did usually check on him when he stayed in his room for a while, but with Thomas’ date on top of everything else, they’d all been too busy so far.

Virgil paused the video he was watching, reluctantly dragged himself over to the door, and opened it.

“Roman?”

For some reason, Virgil hadn’t been expecting Roman to be standing outside his room. Patton and Logan were usually the ones who checked up on his wellbeing, and Virgil was suddenly very aware of just how unbrushed his hair was.

But Roman’s expression softened when he saw Virgil. “Hey, Virge. You doing alright?”

“Yeah, sorry. I’ve just been taking a few days to myself. What’s up?” Virgil asked, running a hand through his hair to smooth it down as subtly as he could.

“Well, since you designed such a nice day for me, I thought I’d do one for you too,” Roman said, producing two notecards with a flourish.

Oh. That was... nice of him. Virgil hadn’t been expecting anything in return, but it was nice that Roman thought of him.

He looked between the two card for a moment, before he picked the one on the left.

He read Roman’s red cursive. Then read it again. Then rubbed his eyes, and read it one more time to make sure he hadn’t got it wrong.

Go on a date with me.

“Wha- what it this?” Virgil gasped, snatching up the other card. It said the same thing. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Roman said with a smirk. “I’m asking my crush out for drinks.”

“Wait, you- I’m- What?” Virgil asked again. This was not real. He was dreaming. That was the only explanation.

“When I told Thomas about how you’d actually given me the idea, he, um... suggested you might’ve meant it a different way,” Roman explained, now looking a little sheepish. “Did you mean it this way?”

“Yeah,” Virgil said, steeling his courage. “Yeah, I did. I just didn’t think you’d ever-”

“Ever want to date the hottest, coolest side in the mindscape?” Roman supplied.

“You– I need to be more awake for this conversation,” Virgil decided.

“Well, how about we continue it this evening. Say, over dinner?” Roman asked, unable to hide his grin.

“Sounds good,” Virgil said, grinning back.

[ho-ho-homosxual]

(Sanders sides road trip headcanons because I’m going on one soon and will be doing a cosplay during it)

Seating arrangements & music privileges

Remus sits in the trunk, sometimes on top of the car if Janus is feeling particularly lenient (lost music privileges after he played WAP at full volume to wake everybody up)

Janus drives most of the time, switching off when he gets tired. If he isn’t driving he sits shotgun. Has an air freshener that says ‘I wish people were more fluent in shutting up’ This is his fifth one, Remus keeps eating them (has wireless headphones for his music)

Virgil usually gets stuck with the middle seat. On the off chance he doesn’t, he likes to sit on the left. He also has pretty bad car sickness so there’s always a plastic bag near him, just in case (Shockingly enough, he’s the one most in charge of the music, and he actually plays things other than MCR)

Roman usually sits on the right side of the backseat. He likes to keep the windows down, annoying the others to no end, and be dramatic (Music privileges also revoked. Everyone got really freaking tired of hearing the same Disney song for the sixteenth time, Virgil counted)

Patton sits on the left when Virgil doesn’t. He packs the snack bag, Logan helps, and offers snacks to everyone at least twice before setting it on the floor between his legs (Technically not revoked from music but the others try to distract him from picking. He literally only plays the SpongeBob campfire song)

Logan sits shotgun and switches with Janus. He normally downloads way more e-books than he’ll be able to read and gets cranky if he doesn’t get to finish the chapter. He also tries to keep everyone from killing each other in the backseat, pulls lines like “I WILL turn this car around” (Same music taste as Virgil, usually just lets him handle it but sometimes)

Remy sits in the trunk as well. He really just sleeps or looks at his phone the entire ride. The only exception is that whenever they pass a Starbucks he gets dramatic and basically makes them stop by and let him get an iced coffee. Logan, who plans the routes, specifically avoids them driving by any Starbucks unless Jan or him need it to drive (Not awake enough of the ride to actually make musical decisions)

And Emilie, much to his dismay, also sits in the trunk. Sometimes, out of pity, Patton swaps with him. Most of the time, however, he spends the drive clutching the head of one of the seats and praying to god they don’t hit a bump (Similar to Patton and Roman)

Orange either stuffs himself in the trunk or sits shotgun. He lets Logan get in first then shoves himself up next to him. He relocates each time they stop at a gas station (Was banned from musical privileges within the first five minutes of his first road trip because he blasted ace of spades and nearly punched Remy when he told him to turn it off)

Headcanons Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[naminethewriter]

Appa Invasion

Third order up for the Sleepy Bean Fanfic Café run over at @tsspromptmonth! This is for @greymillieattheball who wanted some sort of fic starring Toby, Emile and Remy. Please enjoy!

Summary: Remy comes home after a shopping trip to find… a fluffy surprise.

Content Warnings: swearing, friendly bickering

Read here on Ao3!

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Remy pushed open the door to his shared apartment with his shoulder, since both his hands were full. In the left he had a few shopping bags and in the right his Starbucks cup filled with latte macchiato.

“’Sup, bitches! I’m home!” he announced loudly as soon as the door had fallen shut behind him.

“Welcome back!” Emile called back from the living room, so after Remy let his keys fall into the dish they had set by the door for that specific purpose, he made his way there.

“I got a sweet deal on— the fuck is that?!”

In the place where their armchair usually stood was a giant fuzzy… thing. It was about four feet tall, white and furry. Emile was sitting on (in?) it, smiling sheepishly up at him. Toby sat on the couch, looking unbothered as he scrolled through his phone.

“It’s an Appa plush! That’s also a kind of beanbag? It’s super warm and comfy and you can pull the arms to make it hug you, look!” Emile explained, excitedly. He showed off how the six arms all moved and stayed wrapped around him. “Isn’t that so cool? And it’s heavy too, so it can be used as a weighted blanket! I can put his head on mine!”

“That’s amazing, babes,” Remy said, not even trying to hide that he’s lying, “but why is it in our living room?”

“Oh!” Emile’s face turned a bit red. “It didn’t fit in mine anymore…”

Remy sighed and massaged his forehead. His shopping bags had landed on the floor the moment he’d seen that monstrosity. Thankfully there wasn’t anything fragile in them.

“Gurl, why did you buy it then? I don’t mind your nerd stuff in small doses, but this is too much, hun.”

“Like your starbucks consumption is too much?” Toby finally chimed in. “I swear half our trash is just coffee cups.”

“Excuse you, Mr. Halloween-all-year-round! Just because you were born on Halloween and named after the month doesn’t mean you have to make it your personality.”

“Now, now, don’t fight!” Emile placated. “Appa’s only here until Monday, Remy. I’m taking him to the office! Hopefully he can make some of my clients feel more comfortable.”

Remy raised an eyebrow.

“By sitting on the floor?”

“They’re not on the floor! Look, it’s his tail! And it’s padded, so really comfortable. Wanna try?” Emile stood to show him and waved him over.

“Nah, gurl. Def not happening. I’m not getting all that fuzz over my new jacket.”

“That’s new? Looks just like the old one,” Toby snorted.

“Just because you don’t have an eye for style, you giant goth—”

“Would both of you stop picking fights with each other!” Emile groaned. “How about I make us all some tea and we watch a movie together. Civilly.”

“Fine,” both his roommates grumbled.

“I’m gonna put my stuff away. You just pick whatever, Tobes.”

“Sure.”

When Emile and Remy got back to the living room a few minutes later, the menu of their Nightmare before Christmas DVD greeted them.

“Why would I expect anything else?” Remy muttered. They had watched this movie about a trillion times together but oh well. He couldn’t deny it was fun to sing along together.

[candied-peach]

ao3: "soft flames on my tongue" rating: T warnings: remile, candle mishap, food, nonbinary emile and remy genre: fluff description: Remy tries to make the evening romantic. Operative word: tries. (prompt from here, lyrics from christina perri's "a thousand years")

And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

Remy's heart feels like it might pound its way out of his chest, and for once, he's pretty sure it's not because he's two steps away from a caffeine overdose. Emile's on their way home, and Remy's never been more nervous, not even when Emile first stepped into his heart and asked if he'd like to go out sometime. 

It's their fifth anniversary. It's their fifth anniversary, and Remy wants it to be special. He paces the hallway, peering into each room as he crosses it. The living room, where he's put out some cinnamon-scented candles. Warm light flickers across the walls. He's got every season of Steven Universe lined up, for Emile to pick and choose their favorite episodes. He actually made Emile's favorite cookies (peanut butter ones, and he hopes they taste good), and bought some of Emile's favorite chocolates. He even got a special chocolate cupcake with pink glitter. Pink flowers, of course, but different ones. Remy doesn't speak flower, but he hopes he's not accidentally put together a bouquet that says anything negative, because he'll be more than happy to burn the offending petals if required.

The bedroom, where some extra pink flower petals (roses, this time) have been sprinkled across freshly made sheets. More candles, although this time, he broke out the electric ones. No actual flames in the bedroom. He thought it'd be safer to relegate those to the living room. He knows he's being slightly ridiculous (even as he makes sure he's gotten Emile's favorite Starbucks order right). He just wants Emile to come home from work, relax, and feel completely and utterly loved.

Cheesy? Absolutely. Remy doesn't give a fuck. He'd do a thousand and one more cheesy things if it made his Emile smile. Blow through every romantic stereotype and then some. He sips on his iced vanilla latte, trying to ignore the frantic tattoo of his heartbeat, as he hears two things- Emile's key in the lock and a soft meow as their cat winds through his legs.

"Hey, sweetheart," Remy coos, bending down to give their fluffball some scritches behind the ear. She purrs smugly as Emile steps into the kitchen, and Remy's heart floods with love. They look tired, dropping their bag on a chair, their pink headscarf a little askew, but their smile is brilliant when their soft brown eyes land on Remy's figure.

"Starlight," Emile breathes, stepping into Remy's waiting arms. Remy manages to place his latte on the table, before his arms close around Emile and press them close, his eyes sparkling as he looks down into their tired features.

"North Star," Remy murmurs. His guiding light. "Beautiful." He brushes a kiss across Emile's nose, making them giggle lightly. His throat tightens with emotion. "Happy anniversary, babe," Remy says, and Emile's smile blooms, soft and sappy.

"Happy anniversary, darling," Emile says, peppering kisses across Remy's jaw and up one cheek. "I see you made something," Emile notes, looking around the kitchen and zeroing in on the kitchen sink, still full of baking implements. Remy flushes scarlet. In all his preparations, he might have sort of forgotten that he needed to finish washing up.

"Oops," Remy says. "It's a surprise."

"You are such a dork," Emile says fondly, clasping one of Remy's hands in their own. They sniff the air, their forehead creasing. "Do you smell something burning?" They ask, as Remy hears an alarmed meow come from the living room.

"Shit," Remy blurts out, dashing into the other room, just in time to see their cat's tail disappear behind the sofa. One of the candles has been partially knocked on its side, and it looks like it's trying its best to set the end table on fire. "Shit, shit, shit-"

"I'll get it," Emile says calmly, crossing the room as Remy dithers, panicking. 

"Sorry," Remy says, his voice weak, as Emile fixes it. Thankfully, there is nothing but a slight scorch mark and stray drips of wax left. "I thought a few candles might be romantic."

"You almost burnt the house down," Emile teases. Tears threaten, but Emile sees the telltale sheen in Remy's eyes, and immediately comes back, holding Remy's hands and pulling him closer. "No harm done, love," Emile soothes. "I promise. It's okay."

"I just- I wanted it to be perfect," Remy says, his voice gaining a slight wobble. "Starting a house fire was not on my list of priorities."

"I know, starlight," Emile murmurs, brushing another kiss across Remy's cheek. "It's fine. And the kitty looks fine, too." Remy looks down at Athena, who has slipped out from behind the couch and is now pawing at Emile's leg. Fully unharmed. 

Remy breathes a ragged sigh of relief, and Emile guides him to the couch, pressing him to sit down.

"Are these the only other candles?" Emile asks. Remy nods.

"The ones in the bedroom don't have an open flame," Remy explains. Emile smiles softly, then carefully blows out each candle.

"Just in case," Emile says, eyeing Athena, who meows innocently and starts cleaning her tail.

"I made cookies," Remy blurts out. "And got you stuff. And-" Remy points at the bouquet of pink flowers. Emile's face lights up as they process each thing.

"Remy," Emile says, their voice so full of love, Remy nearly starts crying again. "I got you something," Emile says, struggling to get up. "It's in my bag."

"You did?" Remy asks in surprise. "Why?" Emile's smile broadens.

"It's our anniversary, silly," Emile says, disappearing into the kitchen. When they come back, they're holding a small box.

"What is it?" Remy asks. Emile sets it into his hands. 

"You'll see," Emile says. Remy opens it, tearing into the pink wrapping paper, to find a pin. It's a phrase, carefully outlined in black and gold. 'A thousand more,' reads the pin, and Remy's heart squeezes almost painfully in his chest.

"Love you, starlight," Emile says, settling next to him and kissing the corner of his mouth.

"God, I love you, too," Remy breathes, soft and genuine, as he turns and presses a kiss to Emile's waiting mouth. "Wanna watch Steven Universe?" He blurts out. "Any of your favorite episodes, I don't care."

"Not the cat fingers one," Emile says immediately, with a little theatrical shudder. "Never that one."

"I'll burn it like I nearly did the house, babe," Remy promises, and Emile laughs.

"Sounds good to me," Emile says, and rests their head on Remy's shoulder.

[yomica12345]

Pane-fully Obvious: Chapter 5

Prologue Link, Chapter 4 Link

Ao3 Link

Warnings: Mild Anxiety/Stress, Parental Disappointment

Chapter 5: Detentional Notes

Logan glared at Roman over Virgil’s shoulder as they waited in the office, the ticking of the clock above them sounding louder in his ears with every passing second. If he got in trouble for this on his first day, his father was going to be furious. He hadn’t even done anything wrong—if anything, all of this was between Virgil and Roman, and somehow, he’d ended up dragged into it.

His gaze flickered over to Virgil, who was tapping his foot nervously, and then to Roman, who seemed surprisingly relaxed considering the situation. Logan’s jaw clenched.

The office door swung open suddenly, startling the three boys. Principal Manning stepped out, followed by the student who had just exited her office. They all turned to watch her, and the student turned back toward her, offering a cheeky grin.

“We’ll continue this discussion after school!” Principal Manning’s voice was stern but tinged with an edge of amusement. “I’m sure Dad won’t like hearing you’ve been skipping classes to visit that barista at Starbucks.”

Remy, a lanky student with oversized glasses, pivoted on their heel to face her, lowering their sunglasses with an exaggerated flourish. “Girl, you’re just jealous that we’re hitting it off, and you’re still single in your thirties,” they teased, raising an eyebrow.

The Principal raised her own brow, giving a pointed look. “You know I’m aromantic!” She crossed her arms. “You’re just mad because you know Dad will take away your Starbucks privileges once I tell him.”

Remy rolled their eyes, slurping at their iced caramel macchiato in a deliberate attempt to annoy her. The Principal smirked at the sight, though there was a glint of humor in her eyes.

“Love you too, sis,” Remy called over their shoulder as they twirled away.

“You better not miss your next class, Erwin!” Principal Manning called after them with a mock-threatening tone, though the smirk on her face betrayed the lack of seriousness.

Remy didn’t bother responding, but they waved their Starbucks gift card in the air, obnoxiously loud, before turning the corner and disappearing.

Virgil snorted quietly, and Roman’s lips twitched up at the sound. Logan just sighed, clearly trying to stay detached from the chaos unfolding before him.

“I never should have gotten them that gift card,” Principal Manning muttered to herself, shaking her head before turning toward the three boys. She let out a heavy sigh, her expression softening. “Should I lecture you three out here, or are we going to take this into my office?”

At her invitation, the trio quickly rose from their seats and entered the office, settling into the chairs in front of her desk.

Once they were seated, Ms. Manning folded her hands on the desk in front of her, her sharp eyes scanning the three boys. There was a pause as she seemed to collect her thoughts before speaking again.

“So… let me get this straight,” she began, her tone flat but laced with disbelief. “You three decided to hang out in the sound booth without permission, had a little game of tag, and almost knocked out a teacher with a door?” She sighed softly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Which one of you opened the door?”

Logan glanced at Virgil and Roman before sitting up straighter. His voice was firm. “I did it, Principal Manning. It was my fault.”

Roman immediately shook his head, his jaw tight. “No, I did it. I’m responsible for carelessly throwing the door open.”

Virgil’s eyes flicked between his friends, his fingers curling around the edge of his chair. “They’re just trying to cover for me. I did it, Principal Manning.”

Ms. Manning’s gaze moved slowly between the three of them, her expression hard to read. Finally, she leaned back in her chair, sighing. “So, you’re all taking responsibility for the door?”

Logan exchanged a look with Roman and Virgil before nodding. “Yes, we are.”

She nodded slowly, as if resigning herself to their stubborn solidarity. “Fine. Then you’ll all be expected in detention after school today. It will be held in the theater, and you’ll be helping set up for the upcoming production.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “I’ll let Mrs. Lake know to expect you. And your parents will be informed that you’ll be late getting home. Does that sound like a reasonable punishment?”

Logan gripped the arms of his chair, the wood cool and solid beneath his fingers. He gave a curt nod, Roman and Virgil echoing him. “Of course, Principal Manning.”

“Virgil.” Ms. Manning turned to make eye contact with him. “I know you were given special permission to eat in the sound booth, but the invitation wasn’t extended to your friends. If they wish to eat there with you, then you should speak to Mrs. Lake about it. Is that understood?”

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am,” Virgil mumbled, ducking his head.

Ms. Manning scribbled something down and held out three slips of paper. “These are for your teachers so they know why you’re late. You may head back to your classes now.”

Logan took one of the slips, scanning it briefly before following Roman and Virgil out of the office. The hallway seemed too bright, too quiet, the weight of detention settling in his chest. Without a word, they split off toward their own classrooms.

As Logan walked, his mind churned. Detention. He hadn’t needed to lie about opening the door, but he couldn’t ignore the instinct to shield his friend. What if Virgil had taken the full blame and things got worse for him? He shoved the thought aside, his jaw tightening. Protecting him felt right — even if it meant he’d face his father’s disappointment.

Logan paused outside his classroom, inhaled sharply, and stepped inside. He handed his late slip to the teacher, who barely looked at him before motioning to an empty desk in the back. He slid into the seat, the wooden surface cold against his arms, and pulled out his supplies.

A soft sigh escaped him as his pencil rolled off the desk. He bent to pick it up, the movement giving him a moment to collect himself. Straightening up, he opened his notebook and started taking notes, the familiar rhythm of words filling the page. But his mind wandered.

Will father even care about the explanation? The image of his father’s frown flashed in his mind — that familiar blend of disappointment and impatience. Or will he just see it as another failure?

Logan’s eyes drifted down to his paper, and he froze, his pencil slipping from his fingers and clattering to the floor. Instead of the notes he thought he’d been taking, a doodle now filled the page—a pair of glasses surrounded by small, shaky hearts, with a scribbled message beneath it.

See you after class?

Logan blinked at the question, his gaze lingering on the lopsided winky face drawn beside it.

“Psst. You dropped this.”

The student next to him leaned over, holding out his pencil.

Logan cleared his throat and took it, his fingers brushing the wood awkwardly. “Thank you.”

He set the notebook back on his desk, his eyes flicking between the doodle and his pencil. A mix of hesitation and curiosity fluttered through him. Tentatively, he lowered the pencil to the page once more. The moment the tip touched the paper, it tugged his hand toward the doodle of the glasses, sketching little arrows pointing to them.

“Glasses?” he whispered, furrowing his brow. “I wear glasses. Is that what you mean? Do you… like my glasses?”

The pencil paused, then scrawled a quick reply.

Yes, but no.

Logan squinted at the drawn glasses, confusion knitting his brow. His mind searched for another explanation. Then, a thought struck him.

“Virgil’s glasses?”

The pencil darted across the page in an excited flurry.

Yes!

Logan’s lips twitched into a small, incredulous smile. He adjusted his glasses and glanced around the classroom, but everything appeared normal. He returned his attention to the page, heart beating just a little faster.

“Who are you?” he whispered, barely audible.

The pencil trembled, then dragged his hand in slow, deliberate strokes.

Patton.

Logan’s brows furrowed. The name sounded familiar. “Isn’t that the name Virgil shouted in the car?”

Yeah.

Logan’s fingers tightened around the pencil. “Fascinating,” he murmured.

Before he could ask more, the teacher’s voice broke through his thoughts with a question to the class. Logan glanced up, his brain struggling to switch gears. He shook his head slightly, signaling he didn’t have the answer, then turned back to his notebook with a sigh.

“I should be focusing right now,” he admitted, his voice low.

The pencil lifted in his hand, slowly circling the earlier message: See you after class?

Logan’s smile softened. He gave a small nod, as if to confirm the silent promise.

“Yes,” he whispered, “I will see you ‘after class.’”

A tiny heart appeared on the corner of the page, almost like a signature, before the pencil finally stilled. Logan turned the page over in his notebook carefully, a quiet warmth settling in his chest. Perhaps detention was not such a terrible prospect afterall.

Chapter 6

[shctupmeg]

Margaret Woolworth Carrington von Schumacher Chanel Astor Livingston Compte de Saint-Exupery Mountbatten Windsor Armani Roosevelt Von Trap wykenhamp Hearst Montgomery Rothschild Johnson & Johnson Twillsworth Dolce Gabana Von Zweiger II Montgomery de LaRoche Geico Vanderbilt Lannister van Burean Butterworth How I Met Your Mother Wrigley Louise-Dreyfus Ludwig Morgan Stanley Dumont Lamborghini Forbes higbee Winthrop Chanel Remy Martin Fitzwilliam Kennedy Motel Six Fairchild Brook Pritzker Davenport von Stolen Monty Python Ellisworth Aston Martin Haverbrook Ziff Launder Hilton DuPont Kinkaid Winslow Coors Oviatt Marlborough Pembroke Huffington Bush Mellon Sinclair Mellencamp Starbucks van Dyke III Montgomery Marriott Barrington Chadsworth Big League Chew Chesterfield Kensington Boothbishop Longbottom Nottingham Meisterberg Burgermeister Tudor Hapsburg Rockefeller Onassis

Did not recognize this as a family guy reference at first lol

[greghatecrimes]

PPTH Gang + What I Think They’d Order At Starbucks, brought to you in incredible and unnecessarily extra detail by a very tired barista!

House: Black eye (black coffee with two shots of espresso), adds his own cream and sugar very sparingly. Occasionally when he’s alone he orders a Caramel Ribbon Crunch frap (guilty pleasure).

Wilson: Grande hot latte with soy milk. He used to order the “skinny vanilla” (latte with skim milk and sugar free vanilla) but stopped because House made fun of him for ordering the white mom drink.

Cuddy: This woman will drink any kind of coffee she can get her hands on in the morning. Even really, really shitty coffee. She just needs something to get through the day. But if she’s got time for Starbucks, I know she’s absolutely getting a tall Brown Sugar Oat Milk Shaken Espresso with two extra shots of espresso (four total). (That is a lot of espresso for a small drink and she needs all of it). She looks so stressed out that the barista draws a smiley face or a star next to her name on the cup, or writes “have a great day!”

Cameron: The Taylor Swift latte. Grande skim latte with caramel. She’s a basic bitch but she knows what she likes, good for her! In the fall she’s 100% a pumpkin spice latte girl and she probably also has the date written on her calendar for when Peppermint Mochas come back in the winter. When asked her name: “It’s Allie, A-L-L-I-E. Thanks!” automatically spells it out to make the barista’s life 3x easier.

Chase: Cameron orders for him because Chase has no idea what the names for anything are. Also likes a good Peppermint Mocha around Christmas (Cameron got him hooked; he stops drinking them after the divorce). Rest of the year he goes for an Americano, iced or hot, with almond milk. His Starbucks name is Bob, which never fails to make Cameron laugh. (Now I’m imagining putting that order out and yelling “ICED AMERICANO FOR BOB!” into a busy cafe and Chase standing there cluelessly like “who? me?” until Cameron nudges him, and I’m laughing my ass off)

Foreman: Regular, plain ol’ black coffee, any kind of dark roast. He adds his own cream very liberally but isn’t a fan of sugar in his coffee.

Thirteen: I spent way too much time thinking of the perfect thing for her. If she just gets coffee at work, just regular decaf coffee is fine. The bitter taste wakes her up since there’s no caffeine. If she wants a nice coffee, I think she’d like a decaf Doppio (two shots of espresso) with a bit of almond milk, one pump of vanilla, and one pump of hazelnut. Hot or iced, but always decaf. Gently but firmly tells the barista to please make sure it’s decaf because she’s “caffeine intolerant” (not wholly a lie. Helps her avoid the caffeine jitters.) Never uses her real name, either gives a random one or just says “Thirteen, like the number” when asked for a name by the barista. Always leaves a tip when she has cash. Orders her drink iced at any time of year if she’s in the mood for it and gets harassed by House for it.

Kutner: Rotates between different superhero names for his Starbucks name (Tony Stark, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clint Barton, etc.). Taub wants to melt through the floor every time he gets coffee with Kutner and his order is called out. Kutner thinks it’s hilarious. I really feel like he would be happy with anything you give him, but I think his go to if he’s specifically at Starbucks would be a java chip frap despite the fact that Taub lectures him about it (if he’s gonna treat himself to expensive coffee it may as well taste good!!). Also RIP Kutner you would have loved the Dragon Drink so much (both for the badass name AND the fact that it’s purple)

Taub: Doesn’t go to Starbucks often, probably really only goes with Kutner. Just orders a regular latte or cappuccino. He says he doesn’t see the point of adding in all the flavors and stuff because it’ll just drown out the coffee. Might put some cinnamon on top if there’s a shaker of it on the condiment bar. Would add cinnamon or nutmeg at home if he has the luxury of having a late morning and making his own coffee.

Bonus! Amber: Drinks iced coffee in the middle of a blizzard. Could also down shots of espresso like they’re tequila. The most intense bitch. Would be very visibly tense or stressed when ordering but as soon as her order’s done she’d thank the barista pretty genuinely. Go-to order is a cinnamon dolce latte, no whip but keep the cinnamon dolce powder.

[jaratedeguadalupe]

i want remy to slander my starbucks order in front of everybody so bad

[spooky-sanders-fan]

Drawing for a fanfic I'm writing. When I have a few chapters up I might post it. It's like Katawa Shoujo (I was a fan as a teenager) but no sex scenes cause that's weird. AKA, some disability representation in a high school au.

(Remy - Roman - Remus - Patton)

Uhhh notes - I tried my best with Remus' arm, and his leg brace could be better. Not fully set on their appearances yet either tbh. Remy's patch is based on a braille patch I saw, except it's meant to say "sleep" lol.

Also disclaimer: blindness doesn't necessarily mean you need sunglasses, most blind people do not I believe, and in this case Remy doesn't. He just thinks it makes him look cool.

Doing my best to make things accurate and nonoffensive in the story / art, so feel free to discuss. I'm disabled myself, which is why I wanted to do disability rep, but obviously not all the disabilities in the fic are mine. I plan to add the others (Janus, Virgil, Logan, Emile) soon. Especially since it's an Anxceit fic.

In case alt text isn't working, image ID below the cut:

[Image ID: Fanart of Remy, Roman, Remus and Patton from Sanders Sides. Remy wears a black and indigo hoodie over his uniform, with a patch reading "sleep" in braille on the side. He holds a long white cane in one hand and a starbucks cup in his other hand. His mouth is open in a grin and he wears sunglasses. Roman is in his school uniform, with a red tie loose around his shoulders, and a gay pride badge and a choir badge on his shirt. He holds a notebook with one hand and the notebook has a rainbow, yellow smiley face and a heart on it. He has red nail polish. His right arm ends at the elbow with a scar from the surgery, and he has a red below the knee prosthetic on his right leg. Remus is also in his school uniform, with a green bag, choker necklace and nail polish. One hand is on his hip and one hand is contracted by his shoulder. He's also got a few scars on his head, and a green leg brace on his left leg. Patton has shorter trousers than the others for his uniform, and a blue cardigan around his waist. His hands are clasped together and behind them is a sunflower lanyard, on which reads "med alert, narcolepsy". He has blue nail polish and is smiling.]

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

Godsides Ref Sheet

I've been working on my own version of the godsides idea (sanders sides as gods), and this is what I've got. (kudos to @thegoldenduckie for helping! I couldn't do this without you!)

This is going to be a long post, so here:

First up we've got the characters themselves! (this does include Remy and Emile, I know that they aren't sides, but I love them)

<<•>>

Logan

God of: intelligence, wisdom, strategy, memory, time, and space

Style: like an ethereal, noble, starcore, gay ass bitch

Age (as of Thomas): as old as the universe itself

Interests: poetry, science, mathematics, astronomy, Patton

Animal counterpart (+features): Raven, he has the wings of a raven

<<•>>

Patton

God of: emotion, empathy, health, animals, life, justice (morality)

Style: dad x kid core gay x that one nice librarian you met when you were five and have never seen since that one fateful afternoon but the memory of them has stuck with you forever x flowery cottagecore dresses

Age (as of Thomas): as old as there has been life on earth

Interests: baking, cooking, sewing, knitting, hanging out with the other gods (and Thomas!), gardening

Animal counterpart (+and features): dog, specifically a golden retriever, and he has the tail and ears of one (you fucking furry)

<<•>>

Virgil

God of: fear, instinct, paranoia, anxiety, monsters, weather (especially storms)

Style: a 2005 emo, but make it fancy

Age (as of Thomas): as long as humans have been around, is our best guess

Interests: watching horror movies, baking with Patton (don’t judge, okay?), keeping up with his anonymous tumblr blog (shh, the mortals don’t know it’s him), embroidery, cosplay, shitposting

Animal counterpart (+features): spider, multiple eyes/limbs?

<<•>>

Roman

God of: creativity, love, passion, the arts, honor, pride

Style: pretentious fuck at a ren faire

Age (as of Thomas): since art could be found (wow, so fancy you flamboyant little shit)

Interests: acting, poetry, writing, cosplaying with Virgil, dnd, fashion design/putting together outfits, pottery, photography, fencing

Animal counterpart (+features): lion, has a tail, ears, mane like hair?

<<•>>

Janus

God of: deception/deceit, puzzles, riddles, tricks, theatre, outcasts

Style: Victorian-era conman outlaw (now with added capes!)

Age (as of Thomas): since the first lie fell from a human’s mouth

Interests: fucking with the other gods, chess, gardening, witchcraft, winetasting, turning into a snake at zoos to freak out mortals (remus is with him obvi)

Animal counterpart (+features): snake, has his lil scalies, snek tongue, and eye.

<<•>>

Remus

God of: creativity, sex, the abandoned, chaos, mischeif

Style: fancy, alternative, androgynous, grunge

Age (as of Thomas): same as Roman (they’re twins, what’d you expect)

Interests: fucking with other the gods and mortals (but different), pole dancing, cooking/baking, solving cold cases from decades ago because he can, acting, drawing, painting

Animal counterpart (+features): octopus… (please help, what features should he have?)

<<•>>

Remy

God of: sleep, night, dreams (kinda)

Style: he looks like the vines and only that. No joke this god came into existence thirty minutes late with a Starbucks in hand

Age (as of Thomas); the first time someone slept ig???

Interests: going for walks/drives, stargazing, listening to podcasts, chatting, drinking coffee, talking with Emile

Animal counterpart (+features): raccoon, he’s got the bags under the eyes, but he chooses not to have any other features, and those are just cause he’s an insomniac

<<•>>

Emile

God of: the mind, illustrative arts, language

Style: similar to Patton’s, but a bit more masculine(?)

Age (as of Thomas): since humans evolved their mind enough to speak words everyone knew

Interests: watching cartoons, animation, pet care, crocheting, 

Animal counterpart (+features): ram, he has horns!

<<•>>

Thomas himself is a mortal in this, but the gods have chosen someone to speak through every lifetime, and they chose Thomas. He's honestly pretty much the same as he is in the videos, though.

Ships include: Logicality (kinda going to be the focus), probably prinxiety and dukeceit, but there might be a bit of princeit. Logan acts as the "main character" seeing as he'll be around the longest, but all of them will be a focus.

That's most of what I've got for now, but I'll keep you updated as things progress.