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thebottomfromhell · 11 months

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hi I absolutely love your writing!!! may I request the upper moons walking in/hearing reader singing a love song that they're so sure is about them, along with their reactions?

not necessary to add, but it'd be funny if reader had that song playing in their head over and over due to how in love they are while in the middle of a meeting with muzan and him going "what the fuck, who is this for, you're pathetic"

thank you so much for your time!

My brain after reading this ask in bethesda game quest format: *skyrim quest initiation drums* Find a song that at least have love included that represents the Uppermoons.

I loved this concept, call me cringe or whatever but if you have never liked a musical song (movie songs included, don't you go on denial. If you liked disney the stfu) or appreciate a good Opera (the LUNGS these people have, try singing in a threater loud enough for everyone to hear you without a mic, I dare you), then you're missing something.

I'm very sorry for the wait, I hope you like this one too. Thank you for the request too, it's something different and I had fun with it.

Uppermoons and GN reader confessing over a song (Musical AU with modern music and spotify/music youtube)

Songs used: [vid with lyrics + translation if needed]

Gyutaro - Your love is my drug (Kesha)

Gyokko - Prisoner (Jeffree Star)

Sekido - Dark red (Steve Lacy)

Karaku - Perro fiel (Shakira ft. Nicky Jam)

Urogi - Balada (Gusttavo Lima)

Aizetsu - Name of love (Bebe Rexha and Martin Garrix)

Nakime - Boyfriend (Dove Cameron)

Akaza - Love story (Indila)

Douma - Shut up and listen (Nicholas Bonnin)

Kokushibou - Tsuki no curse (Reika Okina)

Warnings: My broken taste in music, sexual content mentioned (in song), sexual content implied, slight drug use mentioned (in song), Akaza sings in french and slight angst, yandere behavior (in song),

Gyutaro:

"Maybe I need some rehab. Or maybe just need some sleep. I got a sick obsession. I'm seein' it in my dreams." Holy SHIT you listen Kesha? He listens Kesha too! His sister was the one to introduce him to the artist and, he admits, the songs are very catchy. "What you got, boy, is hard to find! I think about all the time.I'm all strung out, my heart is fried. I just can't get you off my mind" "Your love is my drug" is not really his favorite from her, "blah blah blah" and "cannibal" take that prize by far (no, it's not because it's fun to sing as if he was high, he doesn't sing... at all... no, Daki, he just said he would not-)

"Because your love, your love! Your love is my drug! Your love, your love, your love!" Fuck. He really didn't mean to, he just... did it. You look at him surprised, you didn't even know he was around. Still you laugh a bit with him as he keeps singing as he forces you into his shoulder and back like he does with Daki. "I said your love, your love, your love is my drug! Your love, your love, your love!" He moves slightly, careful not to drop you, he just looks so active and joyful.

You are addicted to this side of him to, this one it barely shows, that side of him that is actually fun to be with, chaotic and messy the same way he is intimate and caring. This is your guy. "But left to my own devices I'm addicted, it's a crisis. My friends think I've gone crazy." He interrupts again. "OH! I like this part! My judgment's getting kinda hazy. My steeze is gonna be affected if I keep it up like a lovesick crackhead." You let him keep singing, until it gets to a part that is important to you, in ehich you get off Gyutaro to cup his face in your hands, making eye contact.

"I don't care what people say. The rush is worth the price I pay. I get so high when you're with me. But crash and crave you when you leave." There, you got it, you see his eyes glow a little as he keeps looking at you, face blushing. He gets it. He always gets it, even when he doesn't want to. "Wow. Ne, just... wow. This song is perfect for you, y'know?" You chuckle a little at that. "How about you? Do you also feel like that?" He looks at the other side a bit embarrased before nodding. "I do, ne. The song is good. Really good." Maybe that is why you spend the rest of the night singing it, along with other songs from Kesha. It was lovely (Also, he nails it at blah blah blah), you wilk repite it again.

Gyokko:

"I got no regrets. And I remember the day that we met. There was no way that I could forget you.So I followed you home. And I waited 'til you were alone." Ok, Gyokko doesn't even own a home, staying at the house of his victims for a week or so doesn't count, even if you have followed him to one or two of them. He was the one to invite you, the behaviors of this song is not yours. If it had to be someone's, it would be Gyokko's. "And I know this seems so wrong. But I'm just a lovesick criminal."

"Oh! I knew you had good taste, but this is amazing!" You never stfu faster than that, closing your mouth the second you heard Gyokko's voice. You turn around and he seems... cheerful. "You can arrest me, baby, I don't wanna leave. Lock me up, throw away the key. I don't care if I'm in trouble deep. I'm addicted to your love." He keeps singing it, moving with the beat. You knew the song was his taste, but you didn't expect this outcome. "I love that song. One of my favorites. And the fact that you love it too! It's magnificent!" Still, if he is aware of the main reason you like the song, he doesn't let it show.

"I'll be your prisoner. I'll be your prisoner tonight." You keep goin, not knowing if it's to pretend nothing happened or if you are just vibing with it, but you both keep going. "I, I, I, I'm under your spell. And I just can't get enough!" You don't talk about it until you finish the song, but... you will, you can sense it. But you can also see Gyokko smiling, enjoying the time with you. "I'm prepared for all the consequences." "Believe me, I have the worst intentions." "I'm prepared for all the consequences! Believe me, believe me!"

You will be fine.

Sekido:

Sekido is NOT going to apologize, he never even thought about it. Sure, he was rude to you and maybe crossed a line or two, but you made him angry first. You also crossed the line this time! He doesn't even remember what you said to each other, but he remember it was bad. Why would he apologize if he is wondering if he even should forgive you. "Something bad is 'bout to happen to me. I don't know it, but I feel it coming. Might be so sad, might leave my nose running. I just hope she don't wanna leave me." He stopped when he heard your voice.

Sekido was never the one to plead, he was never the one to even ask for things. He is by far the most prideful of the clones. But if you were actually to go, to leave- "Don't you give me up, please don't give up. Honey, I belong with you, and only you, baby. Only you, my girl, only you, babe. Only you, darling, only you, babe. Only you, my girl, only you, babe. Only you, darling, only you." Wouldn't he beg like this, so pitiful and needy, because even if he doesn't want to admit it... he loves you. "Y/N."

He interrupts you, making you just realize he is there. "Is this... how you feel. Or am I reading this wrong?" He gets close slowly, but you can't really answer. You also don't want to be the one to apologize first, to admit you need him as much as he needs you without knowing what he is feeling. After some seconds of silence Sekido looks away and starts singing what you just sand, but more like a murmur, if the lips separated less then it would onlu be a hum. "Don't you give me up, please don't give up. Honey, I belong with you, and only you, baby." It sounds sincere. It is.

None of you apologizes, you both just keep... singing and huming. Just staying together, not wanting to leave. At all.

Karaku:

"C'mon, what were you humming, hot-stuff? I heard you just now. I promise not to laugh even if it's a lame virging song." He is teasing you. Of course he is, but he won't leave you alone until you obey. "How about you sing it? Since the song is clearly stuck in your head." How did he actually convince you? Only Karaku knows, but in the end you do as he says. Maybe you wanted this, to take it out of your chest. He has no way you actually think about him everytime you hum this song. Is like conffesing without actually doing so. "Aquí estás. Ya no puedes detenerte. ¿Dónde vas? Si estoy loco por tenerte." He seems to recognize the song, raising an eyebrow while smirking. "¿Cómo lo iba a saber? Que te vería otra vez. Tú me confundes no sé qué hacer...." You stop.

This is embarrasing, you better leav- "Yo lo que quiero es pasarla bien. Yo tengo miedo de que me guste, y me haga enloquecer. Si eso pasa yo seguiré. Contigo aquí como un perro fiel." Oh.... oh. He likes the song, and you don't know why, but that alone raises your confidence. Specially when he grabs your hand to make you spin around, as if dancing, laughing cheerfuly and loudly when you follow the lead. "Yo tengo miedo de que me guste, y me haga enloquecer." "Like that! Keep it up." You do, sometimes he moves as if to dance, mostly keeping himself roamimg around you, interrupting to sing himself or cheer up at times.

"Dicen que tú eres peligrosa. No le hago caso a esas cosas. Dime qué está pasando. Me tienes como un loco, soy un loco enamorado, eh." "Crazy man in love", that parts come from your heart, because you are in love. He puts one hand behind your head and the other in your waist before going the next part. "Quiero saber cuánto me vas a insistir. Y hasta dónde llegarías por mí. Siento mucho la espera. Pero valdrá la pena cuando te esté besando." "When I kiss you", and he just finishes the verse by doing so. And damn if it isn't worth every damn second of yearning. He speaks again after pulling apart, only inches away from your face. "Best love confession ever, hot-stuff. Very nice to use a "romantic" language. Keep coming for me and I'll keep you as mine, got it?"

What else were you meant to do but nod? Damn, you don't have to be a genius to know where the night is going. And you are going to like it.

Urogi:

For context... You were singing, only to stop when Urogi appeared from the sky. Now he has been following you "C'mon, sing again. PLISS? I like that song, I promise. I just want to hear you sing it." It took less than an hour of whining and puppy-eyes to convince you.

"Eu já lavei o meu carro, regulei o som. Já 'tá tudo preparado, vem que o brega é bom. Menina fica a vontade, entre e faça a festa. Me liga mais tarde, vou adorar, vamos nessa" And Urogi interrupts, to your surprise, singing the next part as he flies around you, grabbing your hands in his, exagerating movements as if dancing. "Gata, me liga, mais tarde tem balada! Quero curtir com você na madrugada! Dançar, pular até o Sol raiar! C'MON, IT'S YOUR TURN Y/N!" You follow the song and repear that same fragment before Urogi steals the next part again.

"O tchê tcherere tchê tchê! Tcherere tchê tchê! Tchê, tchê, tchê!" The song barely says anything at all. It's barely has content, but... it fits Urogi. It's more a thing of vibe than of actual words. "Se você me olhar vou querer te pegar. E depois namorar, curti��ão. Que hoje vai rolar." Really, it's simple, the song could be sintesized in a "let's party and if I catch your eye let's stay together the whole night", but it's cheerful, full of joy, very light... very Urogi. Maybe that is why you like it.

You are unsure if Urogi gets what you are really feeling, but he gets completely the song. And he does want to stay with you and have fun the whole night. It's a win. You will be able to explain things to him later, but for now. "Gusttavo Lima!"

Aizetsu:

"If I told you this was only gonna hurt. If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn. Would you walk in? Would you let me do it first? Do it all in the name of love?" Just after you finish that part you feel a hand on your shoulder, you turn around to see Aizetsu. You blush at the realization he found you singing, though he is blushing too. "Would you mind if I sing with you?" He doesn't explain himself futher as he asks shyly, you can only nod as he takes a breath to continue the song.

"Would you let me lead you even when you're blind? In the darkness, in the middle of the night. In the silence, when there's no one by your side." He looks at you as if waiting you to join, smiling softly as he offers his hand. "Would you call in the name of love?" You take it. "In the name of love, name of love. In the name of love, name of love. In the name of." You basically also hum together the instrumental, in a softer version. You spare glances on each other, deep and adoring.

"When there's madness, when there's poison in your head." It's almost as if you were actually talking. "When the sadness leaves you broken in your bed." You sure get that Aizetsu means it. Every word of it, that is why he wanted to sing with you. "I will hold you in the depths of your despair." "And it's all in the name of love" And so. "I wanna testify." "Scream in the holy light." "You bring me back to life." And it's all in the name of love. That you look at each other, hold your hands, talk. Because you do talk once you both finish.

"I love you a lot. Do you.. it would make me sad if you were not singing for me like I was singing for you.... but I would unders-" you must interrupt him "I was singing for you too." He smiles softly at you. "Can.... can I kiss you? Please?" No, because you kiss him first. What a lovely song, lovely night, and lovely romance.

Nakime:

"I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit." Not the type of melody Nakime is used to, the opposite, but it's a nice song. "Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman." You sing with the most care, because you know she is watching, she is hearing, even if you can't see her. This is her castle, after all.

You know what you are doing, the message that you are giving. Nakime loves music, what better way to confess than with a song. And this is a song which just... vibes with her. You have no idea if she has ever heard it before, but it seems it doesn't matter. "I don't need to tell you twice. All the ways he can't suffice. If I could give you some advice. I would leave with me tonight." It doesn't, because she is talented in her art. So she plays the biwa, making a beat for you to follow. "The universe must have divined this, mmm, mmm. Ladies first, baby, I insist."

"I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman." She sings this part with you, using the biwa to also change the settings. It gets a bit dizzy, but you love the display. She is very proud of her power. "Plus all my clothes would fit." She sings that part alone once you are both in the same room.

You look at her, she smiles at you. Seeing you are not going to sing anymore, she speaks. "I liked your song. Let's do this again some time. It's a date." She says, just before leaving you in your home. A date... you are proud of yourself, that's it. The lesbian power of the song did it trick, like you knew it would. You. Won.

Akaza:

Akaza doesn't know why he hasn't shown himself, he just... got lost in the song. It's one he knows, the melody,, the lyrics, the meaning... "Il n'est pas fou. Il l'aime c'est tout. Il la voit partout. Il l'attend debout. Debout une rose à la main. Non, non plus rien ne le retient." It's a lovely song, he can't think other way to describe it that is not deppressing, to be honest, and he doesn't want to think this song as sad, even if his chest aches a bit with it. "Dans sa love story!" "It's a love story", as said before, he knows the lyrics, he knows the meaning, and Akaza likes it. You keep singing for a while before even realizing he is there, but one second you open your eyes and turn around, facing the golden eyes.

"Em... how long have you been standing there?" You ask embarrased, blushing as Akaza also has some red in his cheeks. He doesn't answer your question, just takes some steps forward to grab gently yet firm, somehow desesperate, your hands into his. "Can you please keep singing? Please?" He asks twice, looking away as he whispers the secon pleading. You decide to just keep singing. "Je serai riche. Et je t'offrirai tout mon or. Et si tu t'en fiches. Je t'attendrai sur le port. Et si tu m'ignores...." "And if you ignore me...."

You know, you have seen, that Akaza is mourning, yearning, or something. You don't know, he himself doesn't know, but that nostalgia and melancholy.... sometimes you feel it takes him away from you. That is why you didn't want him to listen you sing about him, to confess. Because you are unsure id he will "Je t'offrirai mon dernier souffle de vie." "Give you the las breath of my life" and yet he keeps singing for you without letting your hands go. "Dans ma love story!"

"Et il y a toi..." Akaza waits for you to continue, tender and adoring eyes, "Et il y a moi." Yes! There is you. There is! And you are hopeful Akaza is there, is here, too."Et personne n'y croit. Mais l'amour fait d'un fou un roi. Et si tu m'ignores.... J'me battrai encore et encore!" "C'est ta love story!" You take that as a confession, and it shows in your blushed face and adoring eyes, he seems to agree in it. "C'est ta love story!" And of course, you join. "C'est l'histoire d'une vie! Love story!" You just look at each other, not bothering with the world, and giving in to tentation. You both kiss.

(And actually have to talk things through AFTER, you know? This is not a musical, as romantic as it was.)

Douma:

"Shut up and listen. Look at my eyes, don't tell me lies. I need you to tell me truth." You started singing on your own, but Douma got in the room, looking curious. He doesn't move besides closing the door besides him, doesn't speak, just... stands ghere, watching you. But part of you feels like he is urging for more. It's hard to tell, because he always urging for more of everything. "You gotta be clear, tell me the details. I gotta know as much as it hurts. I need you to tell me the truth." More violence, food, attention, power, sensations, pain... it's unclear most of the times. It becomes really hard to tell if he actually likes you.

"Bet you like it when I show up in a gown. Let my body work it out, slow your grind. Don't tell me to stop it, just let me on top and. Baby, you want it, yeah." He sings after you repeat the same part, maybe he hust wanted to do that. If it's because he wants to share the song with you or if he is just messing around... Douma himself probably isn't 100% sure. "When you tie me, do it slow, forget the time. Move position, take me south, ease your mind. Don't tell me to stop it, just let me on top and. Baby, you want it, yeah." He goes to grab you, to press his body against you. He understands the lyrics, not being able to recognize emotions doesn't make him stupid or inmune to sex. This is probably how the night will end.

Maybe it's better that way. "Slow it down if you need to, oh. Show me how just to please you. Ooh, work it out in the sheets. Do me and see through, I want to you feel you." Staying safe, showing intimacy in a way Douma can actually understand it, instead of leaving him guessing and wondering how he should feel. How a normal human, even a normal demon, would feel. You wish these things could be explainede with words in a language Douma fully knows. But the language is not the problem, nor is Douma or you.

You spend the night together, limbs tangling both bodies. Douma is content, satified, you too. Even if you feel like there a lot more things to say, but there is hardly a moment or a way to do so....

Kokushibou:

"Tsuki no kaasu tsumetai yume no naka de....." If you ask Kokushibou, music that is not in japanese is not real music. He is stuck in his own ass, always too focused on tradition and hierarchy and how japan is the "raising sun" blah blah blah. Sometimes he gets very annoying like that, to the point loving him does feel like a curse. "Kotoba no nai sekai de. Bokura wa ai wo kataru. Itsuka kimi ni todoku made..." wait a sec- Kokushibou is behind you, isn't he? You turn around and yep, he is. "Kokushibou-san...."

He keeps quiet for a while, like always, until he finally thinks he has something worth saying. "I like that song. Can you keep singing for me?" You really wanted to say no, but you also wanted to sing for him. After all, this song is recorded in your mind just for him. "Tsuki no kaasu. Tsumetai yume no naka kara. Kimi wo tooku tsuresaritakute. Dokomade yukeru. Ai wo shinjite ii basho made." Maybe another person, demon or human, would have joined and singed with you. Kokushibou did not.

"Dokomade yukeru. Ai wo shinjite ii basho made. Yoru no mukou futari dake de." Ypu finished the song for him, barely getting any reaction. This song is really perfect for you both. "Thank you for singing for me." He barely understands, it's not a surprise for you to have to actually explain it. "I did it because that is how I feel about you." Silence again, you are more than used to it. Kokushibou is not a person of intimacy, of sharing feelings, he clearly doesn't know how to answer back, and part of you feels guilty for putting him in the situation of having to. "I see."

He leaves after that, and you know he will evade you for at least a week or two from know own. If you are lucky he will want to talk about it after that and tell you he feels the same. But until then... it's a "Moon's curse in this icy dream."

Bonus:

Muzan: And then Nakime is going to su-

*Song from above starts playing in the background*

Muzan: Excu- *looking around* ..... Who is playing....?

Akaza: Is something wrong, Muzan-sama?

Muzan: Am I the only one hearing this?

Gyutaro: ..... I don't hear anything.

Nakime: Sorry.

Kokushibou: Hmn?

. . .

Y/N humming with the song on their head: Mhmnhmnhmn mhn hmn hmn mhn.

Muzan: SHUT THE FUCK UP, IT'S BEEN 5 HOURS WITH THAT SAME SONG! AT LEAST PUT SOMETHING DIFFERENT! Pathetic creature, who is this even for?!

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dsumpsbluey · 1 year

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Unofficial Bluey Timeline: Part II

Welcome to another post of my Unofficial Bluey Timeline. This part will be focusing on "The Weekend" through "Hotels". I will also be highlighting the recently found 2017 pilot of the show, since it pretty much is plot-for-plot a remake of one of these episodes (P.S. if you haven't done so, always read the alt text).

**But first, an update regarding my last post. While making the videos for this week, I stumbled upon a program called HandBrake, an open-source video transcoder. This was because the episode backups I mentioned were MKV files and couldn't properly work on my editing app. There, I found that it could do way more than simply convert file types, but also change resolution, apply video filters, and much more; so I found myself experimenting with how to enhance my copies, especially for the season 1 episodes. To keep it short, the program made the episodes better presentable (no distracting interlacing!), and I'll likely use them for any future video uses.**

So, without further ado, lets get in.

The Weekend - Episode 6 (and the pilot)

Bluey scams Bandit into buying magical statues.

Debuts and Details:

The walking leaf (which as of last week's recent ep "Slide", is apparently named "Leaficus") makes its grand debut.

Being as this was built off the pilot of the same name, the animation moves similar despite changes in the characters' models. This is why the episode feels janky and off-model compared to the rest of the season, b/c it is.

In the pilot, Bingo sleeps on a separate room opposite to Bluey's. While this would switch to both sharing the room in the final show, that exact room wouldn't show up in another episode until "Bedrooms" 3 years later. It's there where we learn that both girls used to occupy the room as babies before moving into their current room, which somehow lines up with the pilot (Bingo, the youngest one, occupying the leftmost room).

It would take ages dissecting every single change here, so I made a quick comparison vid of some key moments.

(Pilot video came from original Streamable upload [Just learned it was taken down :(]; Final video came from Internet Archive, as I hadn't set up HandBrake to clean my copy atm)

Differences in Character pilot design: Bluey: minimal differences aside from different orientation of back spots (They're not Disney-shaped, as I call it) Bingo: Snout shape and size bigger; Dark orange top is now two round spots on each side; back has many spots instead of just one. Bandit: Only left side of head is dark (reminiscent of a spot); no tan belly. Has the more drastic design differences of all. Chilli: Her dark brown spot is often not present, or swapping around sides. In the final episode, her brown spot overlaps her snout, other than the other way around.

What a weird way to make an episode about the weekend. This episode doesn't really rely on plot, and just shows us a glimpse of the Heeler family, which is still neat. As for the placement of this episode on the timeline, by rule the final version of the episode is considered canon as opposed to the pilot. Despite both version's plots being very similar, and the separate room pointed out earlier, it doesn't seem fair that an older version of an episode would be in the timeline, as it doesn't fit with the rest of the series.

Favorite part: The walking leaf scene, I quote it everyday w/ an exaggerated accent.

BBQ - Episode 7

Bingo prepares a pepper capsicum salad.

Debuts and Details:

This serves as the introduction of Uncle Stripe (Bandit's brother), and his side of the family, featuring Aunt Trixie, and cousins Muffin and Socks.

There is a mention of a "Auntie Mary" and her salad dressing recipe, but she is never mentioned in another episode again.

This is the first of many episodes that have been altered in international releases. For this, every mention of 'capsicum' is replaced with 'pepper'; no significant cut of scenes occurs, as mouth flaps were the only aspect changed between versions.

Streamable link, cuz I just learned there's a one video limit

The intro scene with Bluey and Bandit prepping the grill serves as the first of a recurring element of the two copying each other, either through movement or verbal.

5 cans and a water bottle were destroyed during the episode.

Bingo learns how to turn on the hose

Chill episode, you get to feel the struggles of Bingo wanting to relax, while also tasked with creating the best pepper capsicum salad imaginable.

Favorite part: When Bingo is getting the salad dressing. The scream, in particular, gets me everytime.

Fruitbat - Episode 8

Bluey learns to dream in order to become a fruit bat.

Debuts and Details:

This marks the debut of Mackenzie, his dad, as well as Rocko

This is the first episode to span multiple days, going from night to next morning (2 days)

The stairway wall has no changes from its last appearance, however the fridge is reoriented to how it was in "Keepy Uppy"

Bluey is revealed to like fruit salad.

Fun episode. However, the main plot doesn't exactly start until 4 minutes in. Wish there was more to the dream than just flying and eating fruit, though; perhaps something more imaginative.

Favorite part: Bingo's iconic shot of her sleeping.

Horsey Ride - Episode 9

Bluey and the gang ride their dad's as horses.

Debuts and Details:

Polly Puppy, Bluey's special toy makes its debut

Bandit and Stripe play as Gallahop, and Sparkles, and they are technically married at the end.

There's what seems to be a porch in the backyard, that I swear never shows up ever again (unless it does, in which I've haven't seen it)

Universal Rule #1 of imaginary play - Animals can't talk; there is a clear violation by both horses during the wedding scene

Fun episode, nothing to say other than flirty Bandit is my favorite screencap.

Hotel - Episode 10

Bandit books a room at the Heeler Hotel.

Debuts and Details:

Bingo is Slobber-Dobber, I guess? Aside from that, there's really nothing else to bring up

The episode, while being fun, doesn't really have much to talk about, timeline wise and in general. It's not bad per se, but it's very minimalistic.

Favorite part: Bluey smacking Bingo's head on the bed.

With that, part II is complete. While there were some interesting details with this batch of eps, they haven't caused too much of a dent in terms of the timeline. Surely, next week, we get some nifty details for our timeline. As always, leave any comments about details I may have missed, and I'll see you next week.

#bluey #bluey_utime #the weekend #bbq #fruitbat #horsey ride #hotel #like seriously who goes to the restroom w/ their children #if i have to hear bbq again i swear imma #it has been a long week getting things set up #its honestly a blessing its being released in time #SPIDER🕷#watermelon #crazy pillow #crazy blanket

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an-organized-confusion · 2 years

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Just thinking about a vid that catalogued some of the most sampled drum breaks in music. Like “Amen, Brother“ and “Apache“... and just how much of it comes from funk traditions (mmm, bass guitars and sax and rock organ.... *chefs kiss*.)

The latter got me into the Incredible Bongo Band (which I’m just going “Heart Eyes Motherfucker” about rn)... and hot damn. They did a fun rendition of “In A Gadda Da Vida“. I just love the psychedelic supergenre of art/music. So much. orz

There’s a reason half my Creativity is a damn hippie.

It’s kind of funny think about how my dad’s taste in psych/prog rock was formative. Pink Floyd’s probably my favorite that he played a lot (which I’ll never not be amused how Logan mentioned “Comfortably Numb”.) And how I see Liam’s temperament being closer to Patton (which that scene has it’s own Dad energy in today’s moment and my own experiences) than Roman as a lighter and more sentimental (and trippy) side of my creativity.

Liam’s less Disney-centric or fairy-tale like in aesthetic, more Yellow Submarine and all that jazz. Vibrant and bold colors, recursive fractal patterns, dreamlike surrealism... yeah.

Which there’s some fuzziness in boundaries with Mel. Surrealism can turn dark and nightmarish like a bad trip (”The Wall” was so damn haunting and it was great to grow up listening to it) - so that’s the kinda stuff she excels in. And some macabre, trashy, absurdist humor too, so she vibes more with Remus and she’s my main squeeze. Still amused she’s more temperamentally like Virgil though.

(But then again my creative pursuits weren’t ever as “extroverted” as theater/singing/acting. I was a visual artist, writer, and cellist.)

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #(over here happy stimming to groovy/funky bongoes now tho)#(mel had a field day once remus debuted - let me just say man)#(you know... that might be one reason my multishipper ass digs dukexiety)#(anyways i think it's also funny how i imagine Mel and Liam being amicable coworkers than sibling rivals w/ heady moral pretense)#(dark and light is more about tone/mood/atmosphere than necessarily a clear line of good vs evil)#(made mel & Liam when I was in HS... well before SaSi was even a thing)#(i would know... i'm less than a yr younger than actual!thomas sooo)#(gawd that was like a decade and a half ago)#(might be fun drawing mel palling around w/ remus and virgil + liam w/ roman and patton)

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marksandrec · 6 years

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Marks and Rec: Misc #1541

(Vampire jokesss.) (Dialogue from tumblr.)

#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #vampire virgil #incorrect quotes #marks and rec misc #source: tumblr #vid: embarrassing phases the nightmare instead of christmas #vid: the dark side of disney #it's dangerous to go alone #vampire #personal fave

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blackfrostsnowbelle · 5 years

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Playing around with a new app. Not sure how I totally feel about this one, but I think I like it. 😅

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fayesrossua · 3 years

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FAYE ROSS IS NOW ARCHIVED

I began this blog in January 2021-April 2021 and it carried me through a dark, stressful transition period of my life. It felt good to just write stupid shit about shows I liked and get in touch with a more creative side of myself.

I haven’t posted in well over a year but I still check in periodically. If you love AOT, and are coming back to the random or are new to the fandom, I hope you like the little things I’ve written in honour of the show.

I’ve been YEARNING to make another AOT smut fic but writers block has lasted me a few years at this point :’)

Enjoy!

MASTERLIST BELOW:

NSFW FICS (MINORS DNI)

Jean K: Tear You Apart

Porco G: Homework Help

Reiner B: Car Camp-out

Jean K: Tired Virgins

Porco G: Make Me

Jean K: Prom King pt2

Reiner B: For Me, Please

FICS:

Reiner B: Comfort

Jean K: Prom King

Reiner B: First Kiss

Levi A: Lavender Oil

Levi A: Down Memory Lane

HEADCANONS:

CO-VID 19

first date

picking nail colour

shower routine

coffee order

wisdom teeth

picking lingerie(slightly NSFW)

favourite Disney movie

Catcall

Parts of the cell

How they sleep

How they kiss you!! (NSFW)

Favourite fruit

NSFW Jean K headcanons (MDNI)

If they were heavily tattooed

#Faye's tag #pinned post

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coolnerdyandalone · 5 years

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on FIMQ deleting her content and COVID-19 (and a gratuitous larry fic rec)

@freddiesmyqueen first of all queen i hope you’re doing ok although i know some shit must have gone down for you to delete/private list all your videos and i hope you know that the larry community supports you always. Also your talent is TRULY unmatched in the world of video editing - no one makes edits quite like you and that’s why your loss impacts the community so profoundly.

secondly, i know at least i was hoping to turn to rewatching all of FIMQ’s videos while i’m being quarantined due to the coronavirus. and i’m willing to bet that i’m not the only one. this is a scary time and for people like me who feel profoundly alone right now, the only way for me to calm my nerves and fears is by reverting to the content and community that helped me feel not so alone when i was in middle and high school. For me, that looks like watching FIMQ videos and reading my favorite larry fanfics (which i will also link below). because of this i thought it might be helpful to repost some links that were posted by @bluemoonlarryandkaylor for a signal boost (if my teeny-tiny account can be called a signal boost).

link to a google drive with FIMQ videos: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1ONwfLOd_IYvAL5OUDqDb_LLgQsDpd9il

link to an acct with some FIMQ re-uploads: https://www.youtube.com/user/Joana3961/videos

link to FIMQ vids with spanish subtitles: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLIouodFhArMkQhOHxv2t2NgxTwl6KvXAT

and now if you want to look at some good old fashioned larry fics that are my ABSOLUTE faves and could 100% be actual novels/movies, keep reading:

And Then A Bit** by @infinitelymint aka the best fanfic ever written (basically larry fakes a relationship for publicity with each other and it could be cannon if you really wanted to hope upon hopes): https://archiveofourown.org/works/1415272/chapters/2972746 (159k)

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

Escapade** by @haydolce aka the Jack McQueen fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4034197/chapters/9071932 (146k)

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

California Sold** by @isthatyoularry : https://archiveofourown.org/works/5157680/chapters/11877494 (123k)

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame) by @theboyfriendstagram : https://archiveofourown.org/works/4263903/chapters/9652944 (84k)

Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a waterboy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn’t seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris Saint-German player, who seems to like making Harry’s job much more difficult than it has to be.

A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can't have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything.

Pull Me Under** by @zarah5 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/870766/chapters/1672104 (140k)

AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis' favourite teammate, Liam as Louis' agent, and Zayn as Liam's boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

You You You** by @isthatyoularry : https://archiveofourown.org/works/846690/chapters/1617212 (137k)

“Infamous boybander leaves club together with unknown,” read the headline. Underneath were pictures of a boy with dark curls, green eyes and very tight pants. They both studied the article for a moment, reading it through quickly. “Is that…?” Louis frowned. That guy almost looked exactly like... "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" "Louis," Niall said, looking absolutely fucked over. "You just fucked the most wanted guy on earth. You just fucked Harry Styles of One Direction."

Or, the one where Harry and Louis meet at a club and Louis takes Harry home, only for him to realize that the boy who just made him breakfast half naked is Harry Styles from One Direction.

Like an Endless Summer by @horsegirlharry : https://archiveofourown.org/works/11365494/chapters/25442085 (87k)

“You just wanna go fawn over Styles as soon as possible,” Zayn grumbles.

“I do not. Plus, he probably got ugly this year. Eighteen is an awkward time...I bet he’s got acne and one of those terrible fuckboy haircuts all the hipsters are getting these days, with the shaved sides? Just watch, the first year we’re gonna get any time together is gonna be the first year I don’t have a stupid crush on him.”

---

Or, Louis is a riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor who he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two summers. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’s formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a popsicle in the sun.

Three French Hems by @100percentsassy and @gloriaandrews : https://archiveofourown.org/works/3064493 (20k)

In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

The Dead of July aka the Marvel Fic by @whimsicule : https://archiveofourown.org/works/3594570/chapters/7928520 (117k)

Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

Gods & Monsters by @mizzwilde : https://archiveofourown.org/works/2090982/chapters/4550871 (201k)

The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did.

Love is a Rebellious Bird aka LIARB aka the orchestra fic aka dont hum bolero by @100percentsassy and @gloriaandrews : https://archiveofourown.org/works/1162438/chapters/2362331 (135k)

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

My English Love Affair** by @isthatyoularry : https://archiveofourown.org/works/1873962 (19k)

The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody's supposed to find out it's about you.

The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose by @haydolce : https://archiveofourown.org/works/5799241/chapters/13366498 (113k)

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

Wild and Unruly aka the Cowboy fic by @100percentsassy and @gloriaandrews : https://archiveofourown.org/works/2723093/chapters/6099611 (124k)

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

For As Long As I Can Remember (It’s Been December)** by @greenfeelings : https://archiveofourown.org/works/15051122/chapters/34892210 (128k)

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

the boys of fall** aka the american football fic by @godgavemelou : https://archiveofourown.org/works/5443037 (21k)

“And everyone, this is Harry Styles. He’s going to be our starting quarterback this year.”

Louis looks at him, the tall and lanky Harry Styles, and takes it all in. He’s got hair to his shoulders that curls at the ends, tattoos all down his arms, and a bright smile on his face as the team cheers him on. He’s lean and fit, and absolutely beautiful, and Louis hates him to the core.

OR an american football au where the boys play for the university of tennessee, and harry and louis quite hate each other.

** indicates that the fic is a log-in required fic, but if you want the pdf i can send it to you

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sirskinwalker · 3 years

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Title: Truth or Dare

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil)

TW/CW: N/A

Original Prompt: Virgil knows how to sew, and he hand-made his puppet in the Puppet Vid. He may or may not have some plushies of animals who bear resemblance to each side.

Prompt Credit: @chaoticandidioticsidesaus

Story:

It has been a very tiring day for Virgil. Roman is being an ass, Logan is being a smartass, and Patton… Well, Patton hasn’t done anything wrong.

In the end, Virgil is exhausted, anxious, and wants nothing else than to be away from the others and to just chill out in his room, watching Disney movies with his comfort pillows and stuffed animals.

After a moment, Virgil picks himself up from the living-room couch, and starts to drag himself to his room. Before he can fully escape inside, though, Patton begins to call after him. When the anxious side doesn’t respond immediately, he hears Morality telling off the Creative and Logical sides for being rude and inconsiderate of the people around them.

Although it was meant to be a nice gesture, it had the opposite effect. Instead of appreciativeness, Virgil instead feels annoyance. He doesn’t need someone to defend him, nor does he want to start a situation between them. It’s just better to leave it be, Virgil thinks.

Slipping behind his dark purple door, he takes a deep breath. He closes the door slowly behind him, pushing until he hears a soft click. Moving hastily, he makes his way to his bed, where a box that is filled with an assortment of coloured yarn and crochet needles sits, just barely peeking out between the tons of pillows.

Carefully, he picks up a project he had spent the last few days working on. A small black cat, with bright purple eyes and stripes. Virgil works quickly and efficiently, and with each stitch he does another worry fades away. Being so caught up in his work, he doesn’t hear someone knocking on his door. Or he does, and he just doesn’t care.

Virgil doesn’t bother saying anything when Roman tries to apologize for calling him paranoid. He stays silent when Logan tries next. They aren’t worth his time right now.

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Hours pass, and Virgil is left staring at the plushie he has made. It’s purrfect, he chuckles. He admires the crocheted cat in his hands a minute longer, happy and proud of himself. Then he kisses the animal on the head softly, before uncrossing his legs and standing up from where he sat on his bed.

Virgil’s back pops loudly, and his legs ache. The anxious side doesn’t let this ruin his good mood, though. He just smiles, and walks over to his desk. He is greeted by a familiar sock puppet, along with all of his other hand-made puppets.

A black raven is perched upon a stack of books, with a striped tie and thick glasses. A German Shepard with a red sash with gold accents defends an ever-growing eyeshadow collection. A pastel blue bunny with hearts on its cheeks looks up at him happily.And a yellow snake with emerald green eyes curls around a dark green octopus with mischievous grin and black sash.

Placing the black cat amongst the other animals, Virgil felt light, light and happy. Only when his stomach growls does he realize how hungry and dehydrated he is. Though they had passed like minutes, Virgil realizes that hours have passed, with no breaks for food or water. He curses himself before sneaking out from his room, silently hoping that the others are off in their rooms, or at least somewhere they won’t notice him.

Virgil makes it to the kitchen without being caught, and only when he grabs a water bottle and ham does he notice someone watching. He almost drops everything in his arms in surprise, but manages to collect himself before that could happen. He turns to come face-to-face with Roman, who still has a stupid smirk on his face at being able to spook Virgil.

“Need something, Sir. Sing-A-Lot?” Virgil growls, taking a glance at the prince in annoyance. He grabs the rest of the stuff to make a sandwich, not stopping to wait for a reply. “I want to apologize,” Roman starts, watching him. “I tried knocking earlier, but you might have been asleep. I’m sorry for calling you the bad guy, and paranoid. I was being a dick without good reason.”

Virgil looks up and stares into Roman’s eyes. He searches for any trace of dishonesty, but only finds true guilt.

The anxious side shakes his head, as he says: “I accept your apology. Now, if you would leave me alone, it would be great -”

“Virgil!” Patton bounces into the kitchen, a bright smile on his face. His smile wavers as he looks between the two others, a silent question on his face.

“We’re okay now, Patty Cakes,” Roman answers, giving a nod for him to continue.

“Oh! That’s good,” Patton’s smile comes back, somehow brighter than before. “I was going to invite you guys for a game!”

Virgil bites into his sandwich, hiding his frown. He casts his eyes down, “that would be great, but, uh, I have something already…” he trails off. The anxious side glances up, and regrets his words immediately.

Patton’s eyes are filled with disappointment, and Virgil swears he sees tears forming. Roman seems to notice, too, because he quickly speaks up, saying: “you’ve been in your room already, Stormcloud. You can take a break, can’t you?”

Slowly, Virgil nods. He silently thanks Roman for the save, and lets Patton drag him by the sleeve into the living room. There they join Logan, who stands up once he sees Virgil.

“It’s cool, Logan. I accept your apology.”

The logical side nods and sits back down, relaxing. “So, what are we going to play?” He asks as the others sit down around him.

“I was thinking Truth or Dare,” Patton responds, looking around the room in case anyone has a different idea. When everyone was in agreement, he started, asking Logan, ‘truth or dare’? Rounds pass quickly, and Virgil is smiling and giggly. When Roman asks, “truth or dare,” he responds quickly, choosing dare.

“Show us a secret talent.”

Virgil pauses. His eyes widen a little in surprise, but before he can change his mind he gets up and goes into his room. The others look between each other, thinking that he just ditched, but understand when he comes back.

In his arms are the plushies he had made for them. Patton squeals, and Logan gives a rare smile. Roman’s mouth drops, and his face holds an emotion unreadable.

Virgil passes the stuffed animals around, laughing as Patton proudly announces: “I’m naming her Sugar!”

“I love them.” Roman whispers, stroking the German Shepherd’s back slowly. Virgil blushes, hiding his face with his jacket as he shakes his head at Logan.

“Keep them,” He says, stopping Logan from giving him the raven back. “He’s yours, now. I kept meaning to give you them, but I kept thinking you were going to hate them. So, they just stayed on my desk.”

“Thank you, Creepy Cookie,” Roman speaks quietly, standing up and kissing the Anxious side on the cheek. “I love that smile of yours almost as much as the German Shepherd.”

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Shaw & Skadi for the kid meme!

Name: Sigvid Skadisson Shaw. I know it should be Shawson BUT FUCK THE RULES. “Sig” is a pretty standard prefix for a lot of Norse names from the word “sigr” meaning “victory” and “vid” from the Old Germanic “widu” for forest. Gender: Masc and male-presenting but beyond that I’m not sure? Trans man? AMAB non-binary? Look, he uses he/him (maybe they too) and people THINK ‘man’ when they look at him, that’s all I know General Appearance: Tall and beefy, he couldn’t NOT be. Medium pale skin that gets even paler in winter but tans easily in summer. Black hair, or so dark brown it might as well be black, and very dark eyes. His hair, unlike both parents and most of his Asgardian brethren, is actually kept short, and while he has a beard, it’s not the big one. The reason for this is functional; short hair is better if you’re spending a lot of time in the wild. Stuff gets stuck in long hair, it can get tangled in branches at the worst times, it’s hot in the summer, and it can literally freeze in the winter if it gets wet. His attire is very much out of a Viking fantasy, but less on the “heavy armor” end of things and more on the “wearing lots of furs and skins” side. He doesn’t look like someone you want to fuck with, but he also doesn’t look like he’s going to war. He carefully avoids any kind of dangling amulets, charms, or other jewelry that could get caught on anything, but he’s got a sort of leather toolbelt containing various survival tools made from wood, bone, etc. Personality: Sigvid, as you might guess from his attire and the reasons for it, is an outdoorsman. Not as a hobby, not as a lifestyle, but an EXISTENCE. He thrives in the natural world as Sebastian does in the business world, finding ways to survive in even the most adverse of situation. Whatever Mother Nature is doing around him, he can not only make it through it, he can work it to his advantage. His closeness to the natural world, his close observation of it, means that he sees both the facts and errors in his father’s mentality. He sees that the strongest predators will pick off the weakest prey, that the winter will take those who do not prepare, that mother animals will neglect and even devour their young if they’re sick or runty. He also sees that prey are more aggressive than predators, how some creatures will adopt and nourish infants that are not their own or even their own species, how some will share their kill with no benefit to themselves, and how even the smallest and most humble animals can make it through things that the larger, so-called stronger ones did not. Sigvid is very pragmatic, like his father, very practical, very self-preservationist. He has to be. But he’s also very spiritual, not in a way that connects to some distant god, but the world around him, to earth and nature. Not some idealized hippie-dippie conception of nature as a loving mother that is always in balance, but an acceptance that it is a greater power that he cannot control, he can only hope to survive at best. It keeps him humble. It also gives him a much wider, more relative perspective on things that is not human-centric, or Asgardian-centric for that matter. My Shaw often says that he admires human accomplishments above all else, that no other animal has built cities, computers, cars, and so on. And he is correct in this. But Sigvid always points out, how many termite mounds has man built? How many times do humans migrate thousands of miles using an innate sense of the Earth’s magnetic fields? How many fish have we hunted by literally sensing the electricity in their bodies? Yes, humans are “the best” if we judge them by standards HUMANS MADE. Judge us by the base standard of any other species, and we flop. Same for judging any species by the standards of any other. Nothing is “more” or “less” evolved than anything else, more complex does not mean better, and nor does being bigger, stronger, meaner, or even smarter mean a species is “better” or “more evolved” either. Survival of the fittest is not about that, nor about individuals; it’s about how well a species fits its environment and niche. A slime mold is just as evolved as a person. Sigvid is very passionate about this, though he’s not the type to speak up most of the time; he’s stoic and saturnine, used to keeping his mouth closed and his thoughts to himself, because most of the time there’s no one to talk to. And that also means he’s learned to exist without the validation and approval of others---ironically, something that is much like his father, learned in a completely different environment.

A lot of this, obviously, comes from Skadi. He was at side her since infancy learning to hunt and track, learning the difference between wood sorrel and white clover, how to tell when a moose is about to charge, and what it means when the woods go quiet. This connects deeply to Skadi’s Jotunn side in particular, which in Norse lore are thought to have symbolized the inherently chaotic and uncontrollable nature of, well, nature! Though Sigvid would not, nature it’s chaotic, it’s actually very ordered, people just don’t bother to understand what’s inconvenient to them. But where he differs from Skadi is that he’s not a Disney princess. Animals don’t hang out with him. He doesn’t nurse injured creatures back to health. He doesn’t keep pets. He does not see them as friends. They are not less than him, but they are not allies, they are beings he co-exists with, avoids, or eats. At least, until a thylacine started hanging out with him. Yeah, a thylacine. The extinct Tasmanian tiger. Who knows where it came from or why he’s attached itself to him, but he’s very adamant she’s not a pet and he hasn’t named her, but she is THERE. Sometimes. She isn't at his side like a dog, it's more she's following him from a distance and she pokes her head out from the trees somewhere. She's not a pet. She's more a parasite. But unlike Shaw, Sigvid doesn't use that term in a bad way, and he's fine with her presence. He's just curious where the hell an extinct Australian animal came from? Obviously, Sigvid is not interacting with people a lot, but when he does, he’s far less awkward or boisterous than people expect. He doesn’t have the overt weirdness people expect from a hermit, nor the bombastic warrior cliché of an Asgardian, or the vicious stereotype of a Jotunn. He has a quiet but overwhelming elegance, not like an aristocrat but like a great stag emerging from the forest. He chooses his words carefully, and can say much with just a few. He walks the middle ground between judging by individuals and judging by species; he does a little of both. He has preconceptions and generalities that he believes in about each group, but also believes in room for exception. After all, he’s not what a lot of people expect, is he? Despite this, he’s frequently misread as disliking people, but he doesn’t. He is utterly neutral on them, he just prefers his own way of life. Likewise, he tends to be very neutral towards individuals, and this also is often misread as dislike. One thing he does dislike though, is when people try to endear themselves to him by talking about how they agree animals are better than people, or say stuff like you know only man kills for pleasure. . . .this actually just annoys him. Firstly, a lot of animals do kill for pleasure. Secondly, when people say animals/nature is better than people. . . .they’re forgetting that people---humans, Asgardians, Jotunn---are animals too. This is just another way people, of any sort, try to insist they’re something special and different, whether in a negative or positive way. It doesn’t impress him. What impresses him tends to be how well people work within their niche, whatever niche that is. Like Shaw, he doesn’t really judge in terms of conventional morality, but a person’s success----Sigvid’s definition of success is just much wider. Like, maybe you dive for a living---are you a good diver? A great cafeteria worker? The best toilet cleaner in the tri-state area? He admires that and he commends you. When he is angered, he stays quiet, and his response is swift and physical; he either leaves or strikes physically and then leaves. When he feels sufficiently bonded with someone. . . he is still quiet. He appreciates a person who doesn't need to be filling the silences between them to feel comfortable and kinship. And kinship for him is rare, but he's not lonely----just also not adverse to it, as many assume he is. People assume a lot about Sigvid, and most of it is wrong, but he's also very chill with it. Sigvid is a very chill guy.

Special Talents: Besides the obviously mentioned talents for hunting, tracking, foraging, survivalism, and nature knowledge? Many people think he’s some kind of seer because he’s good at predicting storms and such, but actually he’s just very good at reading the signs most people aren’t attuned to. He also presumably has the attributes of Asgardians and Jotuns (super strength, etc) but if he has a mutant power, it has yet to manifest. Also cannot assume a Frost Giant form. Who they like better: Skadi, though eventually he does respect his father for performing so well at what he does

Who they take after more: I think both equally in different ways Personal Head canon: -He really likes amethyst geodes. -He finds a lot of manufactured foods, like chips or snack cakes, to be WAAAAY too strongly salty or sweet for him to stomach, is allergic to Red Dye #40, and he finds the taste of domesticated animals to be weird. - Not much of a dairy person, but ghee is good -Dislikes when people stereotype hillbillies as stupid; as in like, people who are genuinely living in the hills and mountains of the American Southeast, they're an interesting people with their own unique culture like any other group that lives off the land in isolation---which he respects---and not interchangeable with typical rednecks. -He doesn't typically carry anything with him that's not a necessity, if he knows he's going to be seeing people soon, he will pick up knick-knacks he finds in abandoned places and distribute them like a weird Santa Claus. Who, he's met, by the way, and according to him, Father Christmas is something of a badass. - He will always buy your homemade soaps, and I have no idea what he's doing with them. Yes, maybe he's using them in the normal intended way but IM NOT SURE?? - Pops up in art museums. People never expect him to be here, in these cathedrals dedicated to human creation, but he is. I think he views art a bit differently than the average person, but he's there all the same. - He's an Aquarius but there is a LOT of Saturn in his chart - The first Midgard movie he saw was Forrest Gump. He was expecting it to be about something else because of the title, but he enjoyed it and LEARNED THIS DANCE Face Claim: n/a

#sigvid #kids #kid meme

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luckycheesefoodie321 · 5 years

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Nothing better than when the Thomas Sanders fandom, specifically the Sanders Sides fandom, gets content and goes absolutely wild with speculation...

I was outside with friends at the time I saw Sanders Sides trending as number one, realised they had released a bloops vid, and just about screamed... and I only just watched it and hooooooly hot dang my mind may explode...

ANGRY THOMAS coloured in ORANGE LIGHT?!?!

Video game themed???

The wedding DID NOT go well

According to one of the live-streams, its a Roman v Patton video... Roman was clearly looking at Patton in frustration during the teaser vid... and you can guess why: Friends Wedding vs Callback... and the wedding did not go well, so they should’ve gone to the callback... Patton screaming too???

ALSO ALSO ALSO: if yall keeping track (not in order) - Roman v Virgil (Dark Side of Disney) - Logan v Patton (Mind v Heart) - Logan v Virgil (My Negative Thinking) - Logan v Roman (Why Do We Get Out of Bed in the Morning) - Patton v Roman (THIS ONE)

AND I DON’T WANNA SPEAK IT INTO EXISTENCE BUT...

- Patton v Virgil (we can all sense its coming and it’s the one I’m waiting on yall)

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sparrow-flies-south · 4 years

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The Good One

Fandom: Sanders Sides Rating: Teen Pairings: Roman & Patton Summary: Two days after King Creativity vanishes, Roman shows up at Patton and Logan’s door. But as time passes, it becomes clear that something is wrong with Roman. And Patton might know what it is. Notes: Enjoy Roman angst ft. Patton angst! This was originally just going to be a short companion piece to First Impressions but then Roman had issues. Started this a while ago, but the new vid gave me inspiration to finish it!

Also on AO3!

Logan droned on about the benefits of Thomas doing his homework rather than spend time with friends. Patton tried to listen, really he did, it was just that the couch was comfy, and he’d barely slept for the last two nights, too busy listening for any sound that might mean Creativity was back. Tiredness tugged at his eyes. Maybe he should take a nap. Maybe then he’d wake up and find Creativity there, grinning the way he always did.

I got you good, he’d say. You were really worried this time.

And Patton would be annoyed that Creativity had pranked him, but mostly he’d be just glad that Creativity was back, that he was safe.

He might not be safe.

He might need Patton to rescue him, except Patton didn’t know how to get into the imagination, only Creativity could do that. He might be injured, or worse, wondering why no one came, while Patton and Logan argued about homework.

Logan cleared his throat. “Patton?”

Patton startled, realised that Logan had finished talking a while ago, and Patton hadn’t heard a word that he’d said. And now he was looking at Patton, clearly concerned.

“I know homework is important,” Patton said “But so is spending time with friends. Thomas has been working really hard lately, and I think he should take a break.”

Logan shook his head. “I’ve already created a schedule for Thomas’s homework. Taking the afternoon off will put him behind.”

“But nothing’s due until next week,” Patton argued.

“And this way Thomas will have plenty of time to do it all, rather than spend all of Sunday night working and not getting enough sleep for the start of the week.”

“I still think Thomas needs more time off.”

“I’ve allocated plenty of time for sleeping, eating, and reading.”

Patton was so tired, he couldn’t seem to think properly.

“Maybe we should-,” he began, but he was cut off by a knock at the door.

Patton straightened, and Logan swivelled his head to the direction of the door. Creativity never came in that way, he would just appear in the middle of the room. He certainly wouldn’t bother to knock.

Was it one of the others? Anxiety seemed far to skittish to go to them directly, the only time Patton ever saw him, he was lurking in the shadows around Thomas. Whenever Patton tried to speak to him, he would just sneer and leave without saying anything.

It could be Deceit, but why would Deceit come to them? Unless he was up to something, but then why would he just knock on the door?

Patton really hoped it was Creativity, using the door just to confuse them.

Another knock, and then a not quite familiar voice called out, “Hello? Is anyone there?”

Patton stood and hurried to the hallway, Logan following. They both stopped in front of the door. Patton gestured towards it in a way that meant what do we do? but Logan just gave him a confused look before pulling the door open. Patton stood on his tiptoes to peer over his shoulder.

“Ah,” said the figure on the other side. “You’re not imaginary.”

He looked like he’d stepped out of a Disney movie, with his white costume and red sash. His clothes were dishevelled, though, like he’d been wearing them for a while. His eyes darted rapidly between Patton and Logan and then past them, into the house.

Patton wanted to wrap the stranger in a hug and make him some hot cocoa, but he held himself back. He’d spent enough time with Logan to know that not everyone appreciated being touched without warning.

“On the contrary,” Logan said. “We are all manifestations of Thomas’s personality, and are, therefore, imaginary. But we are not denizen of the imagination, it that’s what you mean.”

Patton smiled at the stranger. “We’re sides. You’re one too, aren’t you?”

The new side nodded.

“Fascinating,” Logan said. “I had not expected any more to form at this stage. What do you represent?”

It was slightly abrupt, but Patton didn’t have the heart to scold Logan. Not when he was just as eager to know.

The questioned seemed to snap the other side out of whatever state he was in. He straightened himself up, and gave the two of them a winning smile.

“I,” he said grandly, “Am Prince Creativity.”

Patton’s blood turned to ice.

“Creativity?” he squeaked.

Logan frowned. “There is already a Creativity. It seems unnecessary to have another one.”

“Did something happen to him?” Patton asked, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.

The new side – Creativity – shifted slightly. “I don’t know exactly what happened,” he said. “I am the old Creativity, or at least I was. There was a split, and now there’s two of us.”

Bile rose up in Patton’s throat.

“A split?” Logan echoed. “How interesting. What happened to the other?”

Creativity looked down, and started fidgeting with his sash. “He’s, ah, he’s not here. He went to join the Dark Sides.”

Two creativities. One good and one bad.

“Dark Sides?” Logan asked.

“The others,” Creativity explained. “I thought they could do with a more interesting name.”

(A person can’t be good and bad)

“So the King is… gone?” Patton asked, pushing the words past the pressure in his throat.

Creativity hesitated. “We’re both parts of him, but…” he trailed off. “I’m sorry. Were you… close?”

Logan looked at Patton. He seemed about to say something, so Patton pasted a smile on his face, pushing his feelings down.

“Well then I guess you’d better get in here, kiddo!” he said brightly.

Creativity hesitated a moment before stepping over the threshold. Patton gave what he hoped was an encouraging smile, and led the way to the living room.

“That’s Logic,” he said when they were all sat down. “And I’m Morality. But you can call me Patton. Or Dad!”

Creativity stiffened when Patton introduced himself, but it was gone so fast, Patton could have imagined it.

“In that case, you must call me Roman,” Creativity announced.

“You find names important then,” Logan sighed. He adjusted his glasses. “In that case you are free to call me Logan, though it is unnecessary; Logic encapsulates my role and is perfectly suitable.”

Patton frowned at that. “But you’re more than just your role. Logan is about what makes you you.”

“Well, it’s really nice to meet you both,” Roman said. He glanced around. “Uh, I’m not sure where I should go now.”

Patton clapped his hands together. “Oh, you should stay with us! Here, I’ll summon a room for you.”

He closed his eyes and thought Roman, Roman, Roman, trying to picture Roman’s appearance, the way he stood and the way he talked. Tried not to think about anyone else. He felt the moment when his thoughts turned solid, and sagged as the energy drained out him in a rush.

“Patton?” Roman sounded concerned.

Patton opened his eyes, blinking away the spots in his vision. He forced himself to smile despite the tiredness. “There you go! One Patton-ted Patton room. First door on the left, right next to mine.”

Roman blinked. “Thank you,” he said, sounding taken aback. “Do you mind if I go get settled in?”

Patton nodded. He didn’t think he had the energy for much of a conversation, and if Roman left maybe he’d get a chance to lie down. “Go ahead, kiddo.”

Roman gave one last nervous smile at Patton, then nodded at Logan, and left the room.

“Well,” Patton said brightly to Logan. “He seems nice!”

“He was certainly unexpected,” Logan replied. “I wonder what caused Creativity to split?”

Patton looked away, his stomach churning. “We should do something to celebrate. How about I bake a cake?”

Patton jumped when a hand rested on his shoulder. He hadn’t noticed Logan cross the room.

“You should go lie down,” Logan said. “We can continue our discussion later.”

“Oh, I’m fine.”

“Patton,” Logan said sternly. “There is no use in working yourself until you break down. Weren’t you just arguing that?”

Still, Patton wanted to fight, to reassure Logan that he was fine. He could deal with a little less sleep than usual.

“Besides,” Logan said. “I believe it’s time for me to sort through the information Thomas has learnt.”

“All right,” Patton said. “I suppose I could lie down for a few minutes. But fetch me if you need anything. Or if you think Roman needs anything.” But what if Logan didn’t know Roman needed something? What if he already needed something? “Do you think I should make sure he’s okay first?”

“Roman is perfectly capable of looking after himself, I’m sure,” Logan answered. “And if he proves not to be, I’ll find you. You have my word.”

He couldn’t think of a different argument to stay up, so he went upstairs. He stopped for a moment in front of the new door, but he couldn’t hear anything inside. He considered knocking anyway, just in case Roman wanted anything, but dismissed the idea. Logan was right; Roman would be fine on his own. He was probably worn out, anyway, and Patton didn’t want to overwhelm him.

He went to his room instead, and lay down on his bed, and tried very hard not to think about the old Creativity.

***

The next day, Patton hunted through the cupboards for milk, eggs, flour and cocoa powder. He placed them on the kitchen counter, and then went to fetch Roman. A cake seemed like the perfect way to celebrate Roman’s arrival, and baking was the perfect activity to get to know someone with.

Patton hesitated outside of Roman’s door. He had no idea what to expect from Roman; he knew the old Creativity, but Roman said they weren’t quite the same person. He’d been planning on making a chocolate cake- Creativity’s favourite. Would Roman still like it? Would he remember that the King had liked it?

Patton knocked quickly on the door before he could lose his nerve. There, now that he’d knocked and that meant he had to go through with it.

“Hang on!” Roman called, and a moment later the door opened.

Roman froze when he saw Patton, and then plastered on a smile. “Patton! So good to see you. Was there something you wanted?”

“I just came to check how you were getting on,” Patton answered. “Are you settling in okay?”

“I’m splendid.”

“Well, if you’re not too busy, maybe we could do something together? It would be nice to get to know you.”

Roman suddenly looked nervous. “What did you have in mind?”

“Anything you want. I was thinking of baking, but we could always do something else.”

“Baking sounds good,” Roman said. “Did you want to start now?”

“If you’re free. I can always come back later if you wanted.”

Roman shook his head quickly. “I’m free. Let’s go.”

Roman kept fidgeting with his sash as Patton downstairs. It was probably nothing. Meeting new people was always nerve wracking. It was certainly nerve wracking for Thomas. Roman just needed time to get to know him, then he’d feel a lot better.

They reached the kitchen, and some of Patton’s worries drained away as soon as they crossed the threshold. It was a dark room, bordered with seventies style counters identical to the ones in Thomas’s house, right down to the dent in one of the doors from when Thomas had kicked in when he was six. Thomas had spent afternoons peering up to see what his parents were cooking, sneaking cookies when they weren’t looking.

No matter what, the kitchen always smelled of those same cookies, straight out the oven.

“Do you like chocolate cake?” Patton asked.

Roman nodded.

Patton hadn’t ruined things already, then.

“Great. Why don’t you get started measuring out the flour, and I’ll measure out the milk.”

Logan always followed a recipe when he cooked, but Patton just went by what felt right. It always worked, apart from on days when Patton felt like he could do nothing right, when no matter what he did, the cake always came out flat and burned. As Creativity, Roman probably trusted his intuition over written instructions too, but Patton still summoned a recipe for him, just in case.

“You don’t need to follow it exactly,” Patton assured him.

They set to work, first measuring out the ingredients, and then mixing them together. Patton showed Roman how to sift the ingredients in to a mixing bowl, how to crack eggs and not get any shell in them, and how to beat it all together. Roman watched each step intently, and when it was his turn, he followed Patton’s actions to the letter.

“Can I ask a question?” Roman asked as he stirred the batter.

“You just did!” Patton said. “But you can ask another one if you like.”

“Where’s Logan?”

“Well, he’s with Thomas,” Patton explained. “He likes to hang around while Thomas is at school. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” Roman said. He hesitated, and then added, “I overheard the two of you yesterday. It sounded like you were arguing.”

“We do that a lot,” Patton admitted. “We’re kind of opposites, facts and feelings.”

“And that’s… okay? That you argue?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Patton asked, confused.

It hadn’t always been. Patton had spent years convinced that Logan hated him, but he’d come to know better. Logan could be blunt, no matter how many times Patton told him not to be, but that was only because he didn’t see the need to soften his words.

“Never mind,” Roman said.

Patton waited a moment to see if Roman would say anything else, and then shrugged. “Well, how about you?”

Roman tensed. “Me?”

“Well yeah. I want to get to know you, remember? What do you like to do?”

Roman stirred the mixture for a while before answering. “I like singing,” he began, and then glanced over at Patton. Patton smiled and nodded, and Roman continued, more confident. “And acting. But my favourite thing is creating my own stories.”

The King had liked all those things.

“That sounds wonderful,” Patton said. “What do you do to relax? I watch movies.”

Roman’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I love Disney films.”

“Me too,” Patton agreed, grinning. “We should have a movie night. Logan never wants to have one.”

Roman smiled. “We could sing along,” he added.

“Yes! And you could tell me about why the villains are the best characters.”

Romans smile fell. He looked away. “I don’t like the villains.”

The King had. For a moment, Patton had forgotten who he was talking to.

“Oh,” Patton said. “I’m sorry, Roman, I shouldn’t have-.”

“Do you think this looks done?” Roman asked abruptly.

Patton nodded, and Roman poured the mixture into the cake tins. He went to the oven while Patton began tidying up. Stupid. Now he’d made Roman upset.

“Fuck!” Roman cried out suddenly.

“Language,” Patton scolded automatically, even as he turned to look.

Roman was standing in front of the oven, his shoulder hunched. He was clutching one hand, which had a large red mark on it.

“Sorry,” Roman said quickly.

“What happened?” Patton cried, rushing over.

He reached for the burned hand. Roman flinched, and then held it out so Patton could inspect it.

“I caught it on the side of the oven,” Roman answered. “Stupid of me, I know.”

Patton frowned. “It looks painful. Here.”

Patton gently tugged Roman over to the sink, and Roman followed without a word. He ran the cold tap, checking the temperature with one finger before placing Roman’s hand under it.

“Keep your hand under it for a few minutes,” Patton instructed, and Roman nodded.

His shoulders were still hunched, and he stared straight ahead, refusing to look at Patton. It could have been the burn, or what Patton had said earlier, or something else entirely.

Patton busied himself in clearing up, gathering the bowls and placing them next to the sink.

“I can help you with that,” Roman offered.

Patton shook his head. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Just keep your hand under the tap.”

“Afterwards, then.”

Patton shook his head again. “Roman, you’re hurt. I can take care of the cleaning up, okay?”

Roman looked torn, but nodded. Patton couldn’t start on the washing up, not while Roman was using the sink, so he busied himself in wiping down the countertops instead. He tried to talk to Roman as he worked, but Roman only replied with short answers and tensed up whenever Patton got near.

As soon as the five minutes were up, Roman turned off the tap, shooting glances at Patton the whole time, as if making sure Patton didn’t object. He stood in the middle of the room for a moment, before turning and hurrying out. Footsteps pounded up the stairs, and then a door slammed shut. Patton leaned against the counter, and stared at the spot Roman had been. Something was wrong with Roman, and whatever that was, it was a lot worse than nerves.

***

Roman came downstairs later that day, acting like nothing had happened. Patton focused on making sure Roman was welcome; he set up a movie night a few days later, and he even managed to convince Logan that the three of them should have dinner together every evening.

And when Patton and Logan couldn’t agree on whether Thomas should clean his room or watch TV, they asked Roman to be a tie breaker. Roman had been hesitant at first- perhaps worried about offending one of them, but the next time they asked for his help, he gave his answer much quicker. Soon, he was offering his suggestions without prompting.

Unfortunately, that lead to Roman siding against Logan most of the time. More than once, Roman had suddenly cut off what he was saying when Patton came into the room. He’d tried asking Logan about it, in case Roman was being mean, but Logan insisted that Roman was fine, even if he was wrong.

So it wasn’t surprising, when Patton came downstairs to find Roman and Logan in the middle of an argument.

“This could be Thomas’s chance to find his soulmate!” Roman proclaimed.

“Doubtful, seeing as very few High School romances last beyond graduation.”

“What’s going on?” Patton asked, once he got to the bottom of the stairs.

Roman stiffened when he noticed Patton, and Patton tried to push back the usual bite of hurt at that.

“Thomas,” Roman announced, “Is in love.”

“Or rather, infatuation,” Logan added.

Patton looked at Logan and gestured for him to continue.

“Thomas appears to have developed a quote-unquote ‘crush’ on one of his peers. Roman believes that Thomas should attempt to enter a romantic relationship with him. I, however, tried to explain that Thomas doesn’t have time for such frivolities. I have not been successful.”

“It’s true love!” Roman argued. “Patton, tell Logan how wrong he is.”

Patton closed his eyes and reached out to Thomas’s feelings. Sure enough, there was the web of excitement and nerves that could only be caused by a crush. He reached out to it gently, untangling the strings of thought and emotion, butterflies in the stomach and nervous stuttering, and looking for the images buried beneath them, the curve of a smile when someone told a joke, hazel eyes, a spattering of freckles over the nose, until he could see the boy Thomas was thinking of.

Oh. That wasn’t good.

He opened his eyes again.

“Well?” Roman prompted.

Patton chewed his lip. “Actually, I think I agree with Logan this time, kiddo.”

“You do?” Logan asked, sounding shocked.

Roman didn’t say anything.

“Not for the same reasons as you,” Patton explained, “But- do you remember that sleepover Thomas went to last month? Well, Carlos said he likes that guy too. If we ask him out and he says yes- Carlos will be crushed.”

Patton watched Roman’s reaction, ready for Roman to keep arguing, something about not letting anything get in the way of true love, perhaps. But instead, Roman seemed to shrink in on himself. His gaze fell to the floor.

“Okay,” Roman said quietly.

Patton and Logan exchanged a glance.

“You’re giving up? Just like that?” Logan asked.

Roman shrugged.

“You never give up that easily. You still tell me about how wrong I was to make Thomas do his homework rather than write last Monday.”

“Patton’s right,” Roman answered, monotone. “I was just being stupid and selfish and-“

“Hey, no,” Patton interrupted. “You’re not stupid. You’re just trying to do what’s best for Thomas.”

Roman glanced up, and Patton saw that his eyes were shining. He elbowed Logan.

“Ah, comfort. Uh, positive relationships can have a good effect on someone’s mental health. And there will be plenty of other chances for Thomas to enter a romantic relationship.”

Patton smiled gently at Roman. “You see?”

Roman nodded, though he still looked miserable. “I’m sorry.”

“What for, kiddo?” Patton asked.

Roman shrugged.

Patton chewed his lip. Roman seemed to be waiting for something, but Patton had no idea what.

“Is everything alright?” he asked.

Roman nodded, and smiled. It wasn’t convincing. “I’m just tired. Come tomorrow, I’ll be back to my usual fabulous self.”

Roman was watching Patton closely, like he was waiting for Patton’s reaction.

“Okay,” Patton said. “But, Roman, you know we’re here if you want to talk, okay?”

“There’s nothing to talk about!” Roman said quickly. “I just, uh- need to go lie down! You know how I am without my beauty sleep.”

Patton didn’t.

“Alright,” Patton said doubtfully. “I’ll see you later.”

Roman nodded and quickly headed upstairs.

It felt like another landmine Patton had stepped into accidently. And just like before, Patton had no idea how to make it right.

“That has never happened before,” Logan commented.

Patton jumped- he’d almost forgotten Logan was there. “Do you think he’s okay? He seemed so upset.”

“I am probably not the best person to make that judgement.”

Patton sighed. “I just wish I knew what was wrong.”

Logan hummed. “That I may be able to theorise about.” Patton looked over at him, and Logan continued. “Have you noticed that Roman always agrees with you?”

“That can’t be true,” Patton protested, but when had they been on different sides of an argument? “Well, we represent similar things. It makes sense that we agree a lot.”

“On everything, though? But it’s not just that. Whenever the three of us are having a discussion together, Roman will wait for you to speak before he gives his own opinion.”

Something cold crept inside Patton. Logan was right. Whether it was a question of what Thomas should do or what movie the two of them should watch, Roman always parroted what Patton said.

“You think I’m the reason he’s upset.”

Logan hesitated. “I didn’t say that. Yes, his strange behaviour always seems linked to your presence, but correlation should not be taken as meaning causation.”

But now that Logan had mentioned that one thing, all the other pieces of evidence kept piling up. Roman stiffened when Patton walked in. At times, Patton would ask Roman a question, and Roman would look like a deer caught in the headlights. And then there was how Roman reacted to hearing his name.

“If correlation doesn’t equal causation,” Patton said, “How do you know when something is the cause?”

“Well, you’ll have to find the reason for it to be the cause. Take cigarette smoking and cancer. Even though people who smoked had a higher rate of lung cancer, it took scientist finding the reason for cigarettes to cause lung cancer to actually prove it.”

“Okay,” Patton said.

Correlation doesn’t equal causation, but Patton already knew the reason. Roman might not remember everything the King had experienced, but he did know things. He must know what Patton had done.

All this time, Patton had been making Roman uncomfortable, and he hadn’t even noticed. Some friend he was.

“Patton?” Logan asked.

Patton blinked; he’d been lost in thought. He tried to smile. “I’m okay. But, uh, I think I might give Roman some space for a while.”

Logan frowned. “That might not be necessary.”

“I think it will help. But could you – keep an eye on him? Just, make sure he’s okay.”

“I’m hardly the expert at telling whether someone is okay or not.”

“You’ll be fine. Please?”

Logan sighed. “Very well. But you won’t be doing this indefinitely, will you?”

Patton shook his head. “Just until Roman gets a little bit more settled.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. Patton just wasn’t sure how long that would take. And if, even then, Roman still didn’t want Patton around, well, Patton would just have to respect his wishes.

After all, Patton knew the hard way the amount of damage he could cause.

***

Weeks ago, Patton had been curled up in one of the armchairs of the common room, reading Harry Potter. The king was on the sofa, scribbling in a notebook. At the end of his chapter, Patton had put the book down, stretched, and looked over at the King.

“What are you writing?” he asked.

The King smiled and turned the notebook to show Patton, but he was sat too far away for Patton to be able to read the messy handwriting.

“It’s how Thomas can get revenge on Mr Scott.”

Try as he might, Patton couldn’t find much good things to say about Mr Scott, so he avoided talking about him. Logan wasn’t bothered about that, he could spend hours ranting about all the reasons that man should not be allowed to teach maths. Before each class, Deceit would whisper excuses to get out of it in Thomas’s ear, and when Thomas was in the classroom, Anxiety loomed like a spectre behind him.

So it wasn’t a surprise that the King hated him too. Something about the notebook, however, made Patton feel uneasy.

“Revenge?” he echoed.

The King nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Thomas hides a dead rat in Mr Scott’s classroom, and Mr Scott sees it and screams like a girl.” He flipped through the notebook, and then held it up at a different page. “Oh, and in this one, Mr Scott gets in a car accident on the way to school and dies.”

“That’s horrible!” Patton cried, aghast.

The King tilted his head, looking confused. “What do you mean?”

“Thomas can’t do those things! They’re bad.”

The King didn’t seem concerned. “Well, yeah. Thomas isn’t even involved in the car accident one, he just finds out at school.” At Patton’s expression he turned defensive. “They’re just daydreams.”

Just daydreams. As if that made it any better. Patton eyed the Kings notebook, which he was clutching so tight his knuckles had turned white. How many more daydreams were like that? How many times had Thomas imagined those things, thought about those things, and Patton hadn’t noticed.

“Thomas can’t fantasise about someone dying,” Patton argued.

“Why not?” the King asked.

“Because it’s bad. It would make him a bad person.”

The King frowned down at his notebook. “But I’m one of the good sides.”

“I know,” Patton said soothingly. “I know you are. You just need to… stop imagining the bad parts, okay?”

If the King could just do that, then everything would go back to normal. Thomas would still be a good person, and Patton and the King wouldn’t have to argue anymore.

But the King shook his head. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You have to,” Patton insisted. “We have to make sure Thomas is a good person.”

“But Thomas is already a good person,” the King argued.

“But that,” Patton gestured at the notebook, “Is bad! A person can’t be both good and bad at the same time.”

The King fell silent at that, staring down at the notebook, absently running his fingers over it. Patton sat down next to him, and gently rested a hand on his shoulder. The King didn’t react.

“Look, it’s okay,” Patton promised.

“Right,” the King said blankly. He flipped the notebook open to a blank page. “I can figure this out.”

“Figure what out?” Patton asked, but the King was too absorbed in what he was doing to answer.

Patton watched him for a moment, and later, he regretted that moment. Regretted not saying something else, anything else. But the ideas the King had talked about still made his skin crawl. He left the King to his work. There was no stopping him when he got into the zone, anyway. Patton could talk to him again tomorrow.

But he didn’t, because that night, Patton was woken by someone shaking him.

He blinked at the near darkness of his room, and, squinting, could just make out a blurry figure wearing a crown.

“King?” he asked, still half asleep. “What’s going on?”

“I’ve figured it out,” the King whispered.

Patton frowned and sat up, fumbling on the nightstand for his glasses. As soon as the King came into focus, Patton knew something was wrong. His clothes and hair were dishevelled, the way he sometimes got when he worked on something nonstop, but his eyes were fever bright.

“Figured what out?”

“How to fix me.”

“Fix you?” Patton couldn’t understand what he was hearing. Was the King sick? Why would he need fixing?

The King nodded rapidly. “I was thinking about what you said, about how someone can be good and bad. Everything’s going to be better now.”

Patton shivered at the conviction in the King’s voice. “You don’t need fixing.”

“I do, though. A person can’t be both good and bad. I was the problem.”

Patton shook his head. He reached out, and grabbed the Kings arm. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. There’s nothing wrong with you. You just… scared me.”

The King gently pried Patton’s hand away. “You don’t need to apologise. You were right. Thank you, Patton.”

“You’re scaring me again,” Patton said. “What are you going to do?”

The King shook his head. “I can’t tell you. It might not work. But if it does, you’ll like it better this way.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know. I’m sorry. But I had to go now. I only came because- I want you to know that I’m fixing things.”

The King began to move away, but Patton grabbed his arm, fingers digging in to the fabric of his doublet. “Don’t go. Stay here. We can talk about this tomorrow, okay? Logan can help, he knows everything.”

The King hesitated.

“Please,” Patton begged.

“Okay,” the King said at last, not meeting Patton’s eye. “Tomorrow. I’m sorry for scaring you, Patton.”

“It’s okay,” Patton said. “Just… talk to us, okay?”

The King nodded, and left, hesitating for just a moment before he closed Patton’s door. Patton lay back down and stared at the ceiling, his heart beating fast. He didn’t know what had just happened, almost happened, but something about it had felt like a goodbye.

The King didn’t show up the next day. And then, the day after that, Roman had appeared at their door.

***

Patton spent the next few days in his room, doing everything he could to stay out of Roman’s way. That first night, Roman had knocked on his door after Patton missed dinner, and Patton had pretended to be asleep. Roman hadn’t knocked again.

The next day, Patton had been able to sneak out long enough to ask Logan to fill in for him on movie nights, because it wasn’t fair if the only way Roman got to do something he loved was if it was with someone who made him uncomfortable. On his way back to his room, Patton had almost run into Roman.

Roman had smiled, and asked how Patton was, but Patton had found an excuse to leave as soon as possible. It was good of Roman, to keep acting polite, even with Patton.

By the third day, Patton was bored. He hadn’t been able to do most of the things he loved, had barely been able to speak to Logan. Which was fine! Making sure Roman was happy was more important than silly things like that.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to leave his room for just a little while. He could sneak some cookies up to his room, it wouldn’t be as good as baking them would be, but it would make him feel better.

He tiptoed down the stairs, listening for any sign of Roman. Logan was in the living room, alone, which meant Roman was probably in his room. Patton breathed a sigh of relief.

Logan raised an eyebrow as he watched Patton walk past, but he didn’t say anything.

Patton headed into the kitchen, not bothering to sneak anymore. Roman was standing in the centre of it.

Patton tried to back away before Roman noticed- it didn’t matter, he could come back later- but his elbow caught a pile of saucepans on the side. Roman spun around.

“Uh, hi,” Patton said, awkwardly.

Roman cleared his throat. “Hi. I, uh, haven’t seen you around much.”

“Oh, you know me,” Patton said. “I like to keep busy.”

“Right. Well, I was just going to get you. I thought we could bake something together? I promise not to burn myself.”

He glanced over his shoulder at the counter, where cake ingredients had been piled up. Patton wanted to say yes. Perhaps if they baked together, he’d be able to be friends with Roman. But no, that was being selfish. Roman didn’t really want Patton around, he wanted to bake by himself. He was just being polite.

“Well, I’d love to,” Patton said. “But I really should head back to my room.”

He turned to leave, but then Roman called out, “Wait.”

Patton stopped, and turned back around. Roman shifted from foot to foot.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Patton frowned and opened his mouth to say something, to ask what was going on, but Roman continued.

“I know I’m not… as good as I should be. Or as you probably want me to be. But I’m trying, I really am. And I’m sorry, but I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.”

“Roman,” Patton began.

“Is it about Thomas’s crush? Because I really am sorry about that. I, I didn’t know. I won’t try to tell Thomas what to do any more, just please, let me stay.”

Patton shook his head. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

It should have been a comfort. Instead, Roman just seemed to wilt more.

“Roman,” Patton said. “Why do you think you need to apologise?”

“Because,” Roman sounded uncertain, “Because I’ve upset you. Clearly.”

Patton shook his head. “You haven’t upset me.”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Roman pointed out. “It’s, it’s okay, won’t get mad or anything. I’d just really like to know why.”

“Roman, no.” How badly had Patton messed up? “I’m not upset. I’ve just been trying to give you space.”

Patton should have said something earlier, should have apologised to Roman, and told him what was going on. But then Roman might not have accepted the apology, might have demanded more, for everything Patton had done.

“Space?” Roman echoed.

“I know I make you uncomfortable.” Roman looked about to protest, so Patton held up a hand. “You always act jumpy when I’m around, and I keep upsetting you. So I decided to stop bothering you.”

Roman laughed, too loud to be real. “I don’t act jumpy. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Why do you never disagree with me?” Patton asked.

Roman faltered. “Well, you’re Morality, of course. You have to be right!”

Oh.

Pieces were being to fit together. Patton couldn’t see the full picture, not yet, but he could see enough to know he didn’t like it.

“That’s not true,” he said desperately. “There’s plenty of things I know anything about. And- and Logan disagrees with me all the time. That doesn’t mean he’s wrong, does it?”

Roman shook his head. “But he’s Logic. He doesn’t have to agree with you. I’m…” Roman trailed off.

“You’re what, Roman?” Patton prompted.

“I’m the good one. I have to be good, otherwise-,” Roman cut up. He curled in on himself, and then, in a small voice, said, “I don’t want to be alone again.”

Something in Patton’s chest cracked. “You don’t have to be.”

Roman glanced up. His eyes were shining with tears, but he looked hopeful. “Really?”

Patton nodded.

Roman sagged in relief. “Thank you. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I can be good.”

Patton let out a noise of frustration. “No, you-,” without know what he was doing, Patton was across the room, and pulling Roman into a hug.

“You are good,” Patton promised. “You’re brave, and creative, and funny. And you’re not going anywhere, okay?”

“But-,”

Patton pulled back enough that he could look Roman in the eye. “I don’t care if you make mistakes. And I don’t care if you aren’t good all the time. I want you here.”

Roman broke, collapsing into Patton’s hug. Patton rubbed his back. “And I’m sorry,” he said, and he was crying now, they were both crying. “I’m so, so sorry about what happened to the King. I wish I could change it, more than anything. But it gave us you.”

They stayed like that, crying into each other’s shoulders, until Roman pulled away.

“Thank you,” Roman said. “For everything.”

“Anytime, kiddo,” Patton said, smiling. “But you don’t have to worry about being good all the time, okay? That’s my job. You just need to be you.”

Roman smiled. “I think I can try that.”

“Good. And you know, I’m not always right. And I don’t always know what’s best for Thomas. So if you disagree with something, anything, that I say- please tell me okay? Like Logan does.”

“Okay,” Roman promised, though he still didn’t look certain.

“We can start with something small,” Patton offered. “Like what the best Disney song is. But first,” Patton stuck out his hand. “Hi, I’m Patton. It’s nice to meet you.”

Roman stared at the hand for a moment, and then smiled and shook it. “I am Prince Roman. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Now,” Patton asked. “What was that you were saying about baking?”

Roman grinned, and gestured to a notebook open on the table. “I think,” he said. “That together, we can make the most epic cake in history.”

It wasn’t the most epic cake in history. That would require more chocolate, and better icing than either of them were able to manage.

But it was good enough.

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DARK ANIMANIACS/TINY TOONS LORE

It's 9 am time for dark Warner sibling thoughts

First let's roughly establish:

-The warner siblings locked in the tower takes place in the same universe as Roger Rabbit.

-Tiny Toons, though not interacting with non animated humans, takes place in the same universe as well. It does have the same fourth wall break that toons are actors since they're going to school for it.

-Bonkers and House of Mouse also exists in this universe but that's a detail I won't get to today.

This is written without doing research, just based on my memories of eps so things may be off. Woo.

Main plot of the Warner siblings is that they were too wacky probably didn't fall in line to act to produce shows, pranked everyone, so they were locked up in the studio water tower. FROM LIKE THE 30'S TO THE 90'S JAYSUS. Though I believe there were some flashback eps where they broke out in the past. Lets roughly say from the 70s to 90s it had been completely silent in that tower. And that's kinda creepy.

BECAUSE TINY TOONS establishes toons can fade away if they are forgotten. There was an ep where Babs was looking for a female mentor. She finds old black and while films of a forgotten 1930s lady toon that no longer exists cuz I remember it is stated that she faded away because she was forgotten. There was also an ep where the Dodo bird was captured by a villain and started to fade because while imprisoned he couldn't be wacky so he was literally fading away.

So did the human WB studios get so annoyed with the Warner siblings they locked them away to disappear- pretty much the toon form of a death sentence? Damnnnn. But then, they don't lock them away in some vault in the basement. No, they lock them away in a water tower that is seeable from anywhere on a studio lot. Why?

TO SERVE AS AN EXAMPLE TO OTHER TOONS. To be a threat if you don't stay in line and make us money you can suffer this same fate of not being seen by humans and forgotten and then fade away.

HOLY HELL.

Anyways this next part was written late at night due to too much caffeine:

Now let's get back to Tiny Toons for a moment. What I remember from the ep that covered the kids and school origin was some animator had made some of the Tiny Toon’s villains first but they did not like the show premise he pushed or something? Anyways, he creates Babs and Buster bunny with Bugs bunny in mind. (No relation, all three of them. ha.) He creates the other kiddo versions of Loony Toons? GOD REMEMBERING THIS IS LIKE A FRIKKING ACID TRIP. Anyways, the kids make a ruckus? Bugs and maybe Daffy show up? Bugs just makes the University that the kids can go do. Like I bet he literally just painted it on a map and then it exists like the freaking elder god level powers well known toons have like DAMN. So thats how that all went down in show.

Now my headcanon is that Daffy probably at first didn’t want to go along with this whole, ‘lets have this school for these new kid aged toons and be their teachers and we’re kinda responsible for them now.” lol since Babs and Buster was made with Bugs in mind, Daffy can make the side comment of something like, “Why am I responsible for your accident babies?” Now the funny answer Bugs can give is something like, “Well there’s a duck that there too that has your eyes.” the more serious answer Bugs can give if he is irritated that Daffy is being difficult about helping is, “We don’t want another water tower incident.”

Because OH DAMN Bugs and Daffy would have been created around the same time as the Warner siblings were. And here’s the thing. Most toons are ‘created’ being adults just already. Some could argue the Warners were children. Hyperactive children with all the sorta powerful abilities that all toons have. Then they were expected to behave and make shows that were watchible to make the studio money and instead were just locked away. THATS SOME MESSED UP SHIT YO.

So canonly Bugs made the school and headcanon he did it so the same thing that happened to the Warners wouldn’t happen to this new group of kids toons. Okay. Y’all still with me?

Okay, BACK TO THAT EPISODE where Babs finds out there is a lost female toon that would be a great mentor for her. What I remember once she saw the old reels of this toon’s stuff and found out of someone is forgotten the disappear. Just here seeing the vids doesn’t bring back this toon though. She went to Bugs I think asking for the lost cartoons to be shown in class or something. And I remember Bugs being a HUGE jerk about it. Not helping Babs showing the cartoons. Like cold about it. Like DAMN BUGS. Anyways Babs rents? Builds? A movie theater herself and shows the cartoons. It then surprisingly brings back the lost toon in question so YAY.

Now I don’t remember why canonly why Bugs was a dick in this episode but here is my headcanon. What if toons (At least WB toons) were lead to believe that only real humans believing in them lead to them not being forgotten and disappearing. What if this thing Babs did was a new discovery that TOONS not forgetting other TOONS could still keep them from disappearing. Bugs and Daffy would share a knowing look at this new information. One of them jokingly says, “I wonder if the Mouse knows about this.”

See something else is going down at Disney but I’m not getting into that now. Woooo.

Now let's assume soon after this incident is when the Warner siblings start getting active again, since their whole show was about them breaking out of the tower in now modern times after being locked away there for 50 years. Let's say that theater Babs made/used then started regularly showing old cartoons. Purposefully. Like a conspiracy to get faded out toons back real again. *cue X-files theme.*

BACK TO THE WARNERS PLOT.

Okay now the kids are back… mysteriously. The real human studio seems to have given up on having them be erased from memory and well, what was done in the 1930’s isn’t acceptable now so like they get that Dr. Scratch and Sniff to therapy them into good behavior??!?!?

Meanwhile while that's going on canonly I’m betting that Bugs, Daffy, and main Looney Toons crew are planning a Oceans 11 style heist to actually get the siblings out of there and to ToonTown/Acme Acres. Now they know they’d be in big trouble of the human studio knew they were behind this so they would go one step further and take the kids to Wackyland. Because while ToonTown in Roger Rabbit seemed like a place humans could go, I always got a vibe that Wackyland is this one step forward that no real human has ever stepped foot in so GOOD LUCK.

Anyways I’m sure their plan would work. I TOLD MYSELF I WAS NOT GOING TO LOOK UP ANYTHING WHEN WRITING THIS BUT I HAD TO CHECK SOMETHING. Daffy was created in 1937 and Bugs was 1940 so even though Bugs is the brains of the operation and the more popular one and has better skills Bugs needs Daffy to make first contact with the Warners because Daffy was the only one that had known them before the whole water tower lock away incident. Like he is the one that has to be, “Hello Fellow kids, how about you -uh come with us.”

Once everything goes right and blows over they would either introduce the Warners to the school OR have them stay in Wackyland and ‘homeschool’ them.

Also rewind there are two things that could have gone on with the Warner siblings in the tower. A: They were around the whole time from 1930 to 1990 and did not fade away because they had each other. Since they didn’t have much exposure to the real world they still are toons that are kids. Or B: They had faded away for decades, came back because a duck and bunny plotted to have their shows shown to new toon crowds. <_< They came back but have no really emotional scarring from it because they don’t remember it.

NOW EVEN DARKER LORE:

But okay Yakko always gave me this strange- offness sometimes, in the show. He’s the oldest sibling of course so the only one out of three that seems to sometimes make mature decisions. I mean, as much as these three can.

NOW IN THAT CANON BABS EP with her finding a mentor, get this- I remember from that old cartoon the toon that disappeared was from her male counterpart in the show was still around. Had not completely disappeared yet?!?!

What if- what if Wakko and Dot had disappeared in that long period in the tower but Yakko, being the oldest and still vaguely remembered, was all alone on that tower for decades. SHIT DAMN FFFFFF. He seems completely okay but like, Bugs or Daffy pick up that something is off? Like hey kiddo, everything okay? Man I think Yakko is so elated and happy his siblings are back he doesn’t even realize he might have some bad feels.

I don’t know where I was going with this its time for bed. Bleh.

#animaniacs #tiny toons #bugs bunny #daffy duck #yakko wakko and dot #yakko warner #wakko warner #dot warner #who framed roger rabbit #toontown

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