#implied unsympathetic patton

[tss-storytime-summaries]

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Expected Rating: Mature

Warnings: drug abuse, transphobia, Virgils not exactly unsympathetic but he's def morally grey and makes questionable decisions. manipulation, toxic relationship, implied sexual content (but not explicit)

Characters: Virgil, Roman, Logan, Patton, (remus a bit but not much)

Romantic Relationships: Roman x Virgil, Logan x Patton

Summary: You have 1 unread notification. Anxiety, It’s O. I need your service again. Targets: Marius and Portia King. According to my sources, they have a winter residence in your area and are staying there until March. I want information on their finances and any improper habits. If you find even a hint of something unlawful or immoral, I want to hear about it. Reply ASAP, O

A wine tasting event to get closer to the pharmaceutical CEO Virgil was hired to investigate accidentally leads him much, much closer than he anticipated, not that Virgil’s complaining. Roman is key to getting the information his employer asked for, and Virgil is willing to do whatever it takes to get it. Even if it means acting like their arrangement means something to him.

“The only thing he's good for is my bank account. He doesn't mean anything more to me than what he can provide. He's useful for getting the information I need, and although our relationship has other benefits, neither of us is deluded into believing it means anything other than two people taking what they want from each other.”

Virgil's never let feelings get in the way of his work, and he doesn't plan to start now. Even with his best friend's disapproval, even if it means breaking Romans' heart.

But things rarely go as he plans.

[pencilpat]

How did the fandom allow 'sympathetic' and 'unsympathetic' tags to even happen. Like I suppose the dark sides do come across as scary in their initial appearances, I know Janus got me good pretending to be Patton but... They were both very clearly hurting and hidden parts of Thomas who had been stifled and locked away for a while. Their methods are flashy but both Remus and Janus believe they're benefiting Thomas.

As a DID system, it reminds me of the system role persecutor-protector - the dark sides believe what they're doing will benefit Thomas, whether Deceit through lies or The Duke through extreme honesty or Anxiety by being too scary to ignore, but the ways that they protect Thomas cause him distress and/or fear. Janus was unveiled to be self-preservation as much as he is dishonesty, implying that Thomas learned to lie early on as part of his survival. And Remus, while we don't know much about him yet, is repressed imagination and religious trauma as much as he is intrusive thoughts. He has ideas and thoughts about Thomas's content that are very valid, as far as the slight babying of his audience and unwillingness to confront the dark parts of himself. They have good traits that are genuinely helpful, but their aggressive ways of attempting to help and express themselves are instead making the "good" parts of Thomas feel like he's a bad person.

Calling them unsympathetic feels so counterproductive to the story and the lessons being taught. You're doing exactly what the light sides do to them by declaring them too scary to look at, and worthy of being repressed and shunned. I feel like this won't ever be understood by the fanbase until the other dark sides get an equivalent of 'Accepting Anxiety'. But that shouldn't have to happen. It's a total lack of sympathy to look at the survival mechanisms and intrusive thoughts of a mentally ill character and declare them 'unsympathetic' as though they're cartoon villains. It may be fiction, but the thoughts and opinions you express about those parts of Thomas are heard and internalized by people like me, who are sick in the same ways as character!Thomas. OCD is a blight on my life, but the portrayal of methods to work through your intrusive thoughts and the reassurances Logan gave to let Thomas know that he is not a bad person for having them? That meant so much to me. Remus means so much to me. Seeing people turn around and do exactly what Patton, Virgil, and Roman do to them, labeling them as "wrong" somehow and pushing them to a place you don't have to see them, it hurts. It has real world effects on how people talk about people like me with 'dark' parts of themself.

Every part of Thomas has the ability to be both bad and good, because Thomas is not perfect. No one is perfect, and someone appearing dark or aggressive in their self expression doesn't always make them unworthy of empathy or understanding. Those parts of Thomas never deserved to be deemed as 'wrong' in the first place, and the story is about unpacking that thinking, slowly and painfully as it may go.

[glacierruler]

Okay, just gonna put this out here!

I'd like to SaSi roleplay with someone!

For comfort reasons, I'll only roleplay with people 18+ (I myself am 19).

Things I'm okay doing but do not have to be in the roleplay

1. Implied sex/sexual content but nothing graphic and nothing that involves my character.

2. Violence and gore are fine.

3. I'm fine with body horror.

4. I'm fine with romantic ships with the side I'm playing. (Again, nothing sexual)

Things I am not fine with:

1. Noncon is going to be a big no for me

2. Child sides/roleplaying as a child side

3. Unsympathetic sides (morally grey actions fine)

Some other things of note:

I'd like to play either Patton or Virgil, preferably Virgil.

This is because of personal hcs, and is completely fine if we scrap it, but I'd like to play as the shortest side.

I'm not always available to message back, but I'll do my best to get back in a timely manner. If you're interested, DM me!

[pennie-umbra]

Day 8 - Torture

You guys don't understand how much energy this drawing took me

Anyway, Remus' allergy to soap can have a lot of angst potential

[sidespromptblog]

Logan, to Janus: So apparently you know everyone's secrets?

Janus, now infinitely more interested in his food so he doesn't have to look at Logan: Yup.

Logan: Can you... tell me one?

Janus, immediately: You won't like them. Nobody does.

Logan: Try me.

Janus: ....

Janus, regretfully: Patton thinks you talk to much, but he usually let's Roman or Virgil say it instead of him so he doesn't feel like a bad person.

Logan, very very hurt: O..Oh.

Janus, feeling very shitty and very guilty: ...

Logan: *looks ready to cry or just duck out*

Janus: Remus is scared of those bumpy pumpkins, cause they look weird. Roman actually needs glasses, but wears contacts. And Virgil! He-

Logan, gently cutting him off: Janus... thank you.

Janus, confused: But I didn't do anything?

Logan, sitting down next to him: You did. Now I know the truth, and I won't lie to myself about it again.

Janus, pausing before leaning in with a whisper: Janus likes the sound of your voice when you talk, because it is very comforting...

[nachosforfree]

Basically

[hopelessly-aro]

Orange Side Theory Time!

(oh look I’m piling angst on Logan again)

So I’ve noticed there’s a conflict between who Logan wants to be (adores learning, calm and rational, cool, compassionate towards and accepting of all the other sides), what the others want him to be (just meekly standing there to bring up facts to support their own opinions) and how they see him (cold until he snaps and gets angry).

And what happened last time there was a conflict like this regarding an aspect of Thomas’ personality?

creativity split

into what Thomas / Patton wanted him to be (good, fanciful, heroic), and every other aspect of him (gross, scary, destructive)

so at this point you can probably guess what im getting at but bear with me

a word on colours: orange is the opposite of blue on the colour wheel. in science, black is the absence of all colour/light. Logan’s “colour” is blue. The main colour present in his outfit (what we see of it usually) is black, or an absence of colour.

so the theory is: all the Logan angst is gearing up for him to split. into orange, and colourless.

the colourless part is what the others want him to be: quiet and compliant, just there to offer exposition when they need someone to back their argument up with facts, ready to save them when they get all emotional over a scary dilemma, never gets emotional himself. he is devoid of light because he is devoid of his real personality, or agency.

the orange part is what Logan wants to be, except twisted (the dark side!Logan if you will): his thirst for knowledge, his use of slang, his understanding of the importance of emotions twisted into him being emotional and angry a lot of the time, the part that actually enjoys things (except its more like obsession now)

I like to imagine orange!Logan would be very protective of colourless!Logan, like an older sibling, and would hate what the others have done to him. because they’ve hurt him and squashed him down until Logic is just silent until he’s useful. so when colourless!Logan only speaks when spoken to, orange!Logan literally will not shut up because he’s got all the knowledge of how important he is, while colourless has none of that.

I could go on but basically what im saying is if Logan is going to be twisted to the characterisation orange!Logan usually has, it needs to be balanced with a version of Logic who’s the opposite of this.

ps. I don't actually think orange is going to be a very pissed off Logan because I just don't believe he would let himself do something that would hurt Thomas so much, no matter how upset he is. I just think this idea is pretty cool.

pps. i also don't actually really think creativity was a solid side before he split. I think its more a case of creativity as a concept developed in two different directions to make two different sides. that kinda means this Logan theory doesn't hold up, but I still like this idea

[imma-potatoo]

Logan x Janus + confined to bed rest/twisted ankle/hiding an injury

@badthingshappenbingo

Send me a character and a prompt! Please specify ships! No r*mr*m, romantic princexity, U!Logan or U!Janus

Warnings: not telling someone about an injury, infected wounds, wounds in general, implied U!Virgil and U!Patton, not communicating?, ask to tag.

Ships: Loceit.

Promises

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“Logan I’m fine!” Janus hissed through his gritted teeth, smacking his boyfriend’s hand away.

Logan huffed and rolled his eyes, “If you were fine, you wouldn’t be limping in every step and wincing in pain when you put down your foot! Now Janus, please let me see your ankle!” Logan reached his hand back towards Janus, only this time when Janus tried to smack him away; Logan grabbed both of his wrists in a tight grip. “There. Now sit still and let me help you.” Logan wasn’t happy about having to physically restrain his boyfriend, but Janus had been in pain all week and had refused to accept help the normal way. 

Janus hissed once again when Logan pulled up his pant leg, “L-Logan please!” Janus whimpered when his boyfriend pulled his sock down slightly, “I-Its fine. I don’t need your help” Logan pulled the smaller side onto his lap, leading Janus’ hands to his tie in case the rough movements were to be painful. Janus gripped the tie tightly, breaths sharp while Logan rubbed his back in a comforting manner.

“I just want to help you, my love.” Janus breathed slow and steady, Logan chewed on his bottom lip slightly, “I’m sorry, love… this was out of line. You don’t have to tell me.” the blue side spoke softly; regret seeping into his bones as lightly combed through the others sweat covered curls. Logan pulled his pant leg back down and leaned against the wall The duo sat there for a while before Janus nodded against his chest.

“Ok..”

“Ok?” Logan questioned, eyebrow quirked up slightly

“You can check my ankle... Just.. don’t freak out?” Janus looked at him with glassy eyes, his voice was hesitant as Logan rubbed his back up and down.

Logan pecked a small kiss against Janus’ forehead, “I won’t. I promise”

Janus tensed when Logan reached down and softly tugged up his left pant leg. Logan couldn’t help it when his eyes widened.

Small emerald-like scales faded down from Janus’ calf, but that wasn’t the issue; Logan loved Janus’ scales (even if the others had differing ‘opinions’) The problem was that his ankle was purple and swollen, twisted inwards slightly. Logan picked Janus up and moved him closer to him so he could get a better view without leaving his boyfriend’s grasp. Logan reached out and touched the joint, snapping away immediately when Janus hissed and held the tie in white knuckles.

Logan breathed in deep, he promised not to freak out Janus. “Ok. let's get you to the bed.” Logan stood up slowly, grateful that Janus was the shortest of the sides to make carrying him easier

Logan walked slowly, keeping his eyes trained on the side in his arms. Even though the bed was close, it felt like a mile-long walk, and to say that Logan was concerned was an understatement. Janus told him practically everything. So for him to be so adamant that nothing was wrong was strange and unlike his boyfriend. Logan kept his steps calm and even as he met the bed, Pulling Janus away from his chest to lay him on the pillows. Logan sat next to him, the mattress sinking as the blue side looked back down at Janus’ ankle.

It was definitely twisted. And twisted badly. With thick lines of purple, green, and black surrounding the main joint, “Jan- Janus… what happened?” Logan tried not to sound shocked or breathless but was failing spectacularly as he intaked a large gulp of air.

“....” Janus stared at the ceiling.

“Janus please.” Logan grabbed Janus’ hand and stared into his glass like eyes, “was it Roman?” His expression was starting to leak with anger, how could anyone hurt his boyfriend.

Janus shook his head once more.

“Virgil?”

Janus winced slightly, but shook his head.

“Remus?”

Another shake.

“ W-was it Patton?” Logan hated the idea that the fatherly side could injure another side, but he was out of options and no one would touch his beloved.

Janus didn’t react for a minute or two. But then timidly nodded his head, breath shaky.

Logan couldn’t help the furrow in his brows as he squeezed Janus’ hand slightly tighter, without removing his hand he leaned down and pulled the emergency medkit from under the bed. Starting to bandage the ankle, Logan thought for a second or two, things beginning to click into place.

“Did Virgil also help Patton?” Logan grimaced at the nod

“Did they tell you not to tell me?”

Another nod.

“How did they do this to you, love?”

Janus locked hazy eyes with Logan, “They pushed me down the stairs…” Logan traced his tongue over his canine, grounding his rage in the dull pain.

“....”

“Lo? Are you ok?”

“Is anything else injured?”

Janus blinked, “I uh, scraped my shoulder on the railing..” Logan nodded and helped Janus sit up against the headboard, Janus unbuttoned his shirt and let it hang around his elbows.

Logan pushed his glasses up and looked at the long scrape, it was bright red and oozing yellow pus. Red streaks surrounding the wound, because of course the wooden railing would cause an infection. The logical side bit into his tongue harder as he continued to dig in the medkit.

Logan first disinfected it, comforting Janus when he squirmed in pain, then applied infection cream, “I’m going to kill them.” Janus looked at him in shock

“Come on starlight, you don’t mean that.” Janus rubbed the end of Logan’s tie while he pulled out the gauze 

Logan lined the gauze up carefully, “yes I do. No one should ever harm you. You deserve to feel safe.”

Janus fumbled a bit with his speech, a small tinge of blush spreading across his face, “still, you can’t kill them starlight. Thomas needs them..” Silence spread throughout the shared bedroom, “Logan, promise me that you won’t do anything”

Logan sighed, “I promise I won’t lay a finger on them love.”

Janus smiled and Logan could feel the amount of love in that simple action. The smile was wide and grateful as the yellow side leaned forward to kiss the tip of Logan’s nose. Logan chuckled slightly as he held out two small blue pills, to which Janus took happily and fell back onto the pillows with Logan's help.

“I love you Logan.”

“I love you too Janus.” Logan slid off the bed and walked to the other side, snapping his fingers to make the lights shut off as he slid into the bed. His love curling up to his chest.

Janus was right, Logan wouldn’t lay a finger on Virgil and Patton... 

But he would tell Thomas about them.

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

Hey you remember that ask that went something along the lines of "Deceit shapeshifts into one of the light sides to see Virgil, but when Virgil flinches he learns that Virgil's new family isnt so nice after all." Or something similar, I'm off on the wording. Well I was thinking about it bc I have nothing else to do, and what if Janus planned out his acceptance arc just to get near Virgil to save him from them? Idk just wanted to share. Hope this isnt annoying!

Yo I love thiss!!!! Heck yeah!

I need a fic of this

[pencilpat]

Sanders Sides College AU: Prologue

A short set-up for my college kid AU of the sides! This is a lead-in to Remus's arc, and a beginning-in-the-middle of a storied friend group. Very little mention of college for the beginning of a college AU, lol. Here are the character sheets for everyone!

2,660 words

CW: undiagnosed psychosis, distress and panic attack, implied neglectful parents, swearing, slightly unsympathetic Patton, drug mention, fight/confrontation

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His head hits a wall.

His fist hits his head.

A hand hits something that is him but not him.

His body is barely his own. Teeth bared; he knocks his head against the oak wood of the floorboards, sprawled on his side with his back pressed tightly to the wall. A scream sounds in his skull and an accompanying one threatens to tear from between his clenched teeth. He grips his fist against his mouth, a restrained squeak leaving him as he clenches his eyes shut.

He shakes himself out, tries to sit up on shaking arms. A hand grabs his ankle; nothing is there. He curls in a ball with his legs against his chest, breathing, trying to breathe. There are Hands, black and wiry, strangling at his skin. Another sob threatens to rip his teeth open, when a different sound breaks the cacophony.

“Remus?”

His brother’s voice and knocking. At that, a sob does leave him. Even if this is part of the episode, he jumps at the chance to be comforted by Roman. He crawls on all fours towards the door, and falls against it, letting himself cry finally.

“Roman!” he cries his name, and his twin opens the door, slipping through as not to knock Remus on his ass. Roman is on him instantly, gripping his shoulders softly and muttering concerns. “Roman, are you here? For real?”

“Yeah- Yes. For real.” Roman hugs him to his chest, both shadowed by the lamp that provides the only light in the room. Remus collapses into his hold, trembling. “Are you okay? Mom heard you shout earlier, but she said not to- I came anyway, I am here, that’s that.” Roman hugs him tightly, his face creased through with worry.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” Remus cries, perhaps a bit too loud as Roman startles against him. Roman’s hands are warm and solid compared to the wisps that coldly grasp at him. His breathing calms just slightly, panting instead of hyperventilating as he grips at his twin’s pyjamas. “Roman- Roman, I’m scared.”

“I- I know, Rem. I am too. But it’s ok, it’ll be ok, even if I’m scared, I can put it aside right now,” Roman soothes, setting a hand gently on top of Remus’s head – that hair usually brings him embarrassment with it’s tacky cut, but right now, that is just his brother. And he holds onto him tight, tight, tight. They are curled around each other, as though if Roman holds him tight enough he can hide him within himself entirely. The idea makes a shaky, high-pitched laugh worm its way out of Remus.

“Rom,” he sniffs, shaking knuckles red with how tight they hold him. “What’s happening? I don’t under-“ He pauses and gasps as a man’s voice whispers against his ear, jolting even closer to his brother. “I don’t understand! It’s been weeks, I know dad said it’s nothing, I don’t believe him. Please, I need it to stop.”

“I- I don’t know how to fix it. I’m sorry.” Roman says it like a pledge, as though it’s his fault somehow. Shadowed and curled, they look as young as they are at 18, Remus gaunt and hollow as he’s become over the past few months. Roman brings him food, and finds it untouched hours later. Roman makes the staff bring him food and water so often one of the maids scolded him, chastising that Remus doesn’t touch it anyway.

“We’ll… We’ll figure out what’s happening. Somehow, even if it must be behind dad’s back!” Roman says, with shaken confidence in the man supposed to care for him. “I promise I won’t let this go unchecked, ok? I love you.”

Remus breathes out shakily. “You sound like a movie character, prince charming. Love you, too.” Roman gasps in mock offence, immediately falling back into a faux rivalry at the signs of Remus calming down. He doesn’t retort in his own defense though, bumping their foreheads together at the light patch where they share a birth mark.

“You will be ok. Even if you have to have me bring you food forever. I’d do it, y’know!”

“I know you would. Bringing bread to the poor pauper, eh, princey?” Remus laughs properly now, sniffling away the last of his tears as his gripped fists relax slightly. He grins up at Roman, who smiles back at him tauntingly.

“Let me care about you without being insulting for once in your life, Rem.” Roman pulls out of their hug, sitting across from him on the floor, both looking small as children in the large bedroom of their parent’s manor. Remus rubs his own arm, feeling the tickling and gripping of hands subsiding.

“I’m not an idiot, Roman. I know you’d always take care of my ass.”

“No matter the cost! I promise.”

“Ok, drama king.”

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Knocking on his door jolts Remus out of a trance. Hands tug at him, but he brushes them off into nothingness and dissolving shadows as he sits up and walks to the door. “In a minute!” He kicks aside a box and a few clothes to make a path for himself as he goes. The door opens onto two of his housemates, one being his twin, and the other being the newest of the bunch. Remus took to simply referring to them as “Pastel” to compliment the “Emo” of his and his twin’s final housemate, their childhood friend Virgil. Pastel has a very hardened look, uncanny on their soft face. Remus glances over their expression, trailing over to Roman’s, which is held taught and drawn.

“Er- Is something going on?”

“Um,” Roman goes to start, stumbling over himself. “Your- your dealer showed up again.”

“Ugh, seriously? I told him not to come to your house anymore, bro, I don’t know what to say. I’ll text him again but-“

“How much money do you owe him?” Pastel speaks up, their voice cracking awkwardly. Remus pauses and blinks at them. He quirks an eyebrow at them, taken aback. “Remus…” they speak as though a beartrap will sink into their flesh if they say the wrong thing. “I know that you- you need that stuff to feel ‘normal’,” the air quotes make Remus roll his eyes, but they continue undisturbed. “But I’ve asked so, so many times to at least not tell those creeps this address!”

“Patton, it’s ok,” Roman cuts in, setting a hand on their shoulder despite them towering above the both of them. “Really, Remus said he can text the weirdo again. I assure you, things will-!”

“Roman,” Patton says, a warning in their voice that makes Remus flinch; as demeaning and scolding as a father to a 3-year-old. “We- we talked about this,” Patton mutters, as though Remus isn’t right there. Roman glances at them desperately, then glances to Remus.

Remus laughs uncomfortably, scratching his calf with his foot. “What is this? What’s happening?”

Roman’s face pinches up again, a sharp breath leaving him. “Remus, Patton and I have talked about the- this whole issue with your dealers coming around. Look, I know… I know that you feel you need those things for your hallucinations, but- just what do you think would happen if they showed up when dad visits?!”

“Uh, they wouldn’t,” Remus laughs.

“You don’t know that! Gosh, it’s enough that you’re staying here under their noses! Remus, you’re going to get one of us hurt!” Patton’s fists are balled, and they keep shutting their eyes as though flinching at their own words. “You need- you need to take this somewhere else. I can’t have you putting Roman and Virgil in danger!”

“What?! They’re not in danger!” Remus is already shouting, even as he watches them both flinch. He holds his hands out to the sides in disbelief, staring open mouthed at his brother. Roman doesn’t counter Patton’s points though, just stands still with his lip trembling just slightly. “Roman? Roman, c’mon, they’re talking crazy!”

“Remus,” Roman pleads. “Look, you have a job and savings… You make enough to get your own place. You-“

“What are you talking about?” Remus shouts, high and strained.

“Please quiet down!” comes a taught, anxious yell from another room in the hall. Footsteps, and then the final roommate is peeking his face out at them. “Guys, it’s freakin’ midnight. What are you screaming about?”

“Oh, I don’t know, apparently how I’m a big boy now so I should fuck off to my own place so these two don’t have to look at me anymore!”

“Remus! That’s not what either of us said!” Roman tries to protest, not quite shouting but not quiet.

“It’s what ‘Pastel’ over here means,” Remus spits, venom dripping off what he used to use as a friendly nickname. Patton’s mouth slams shut and they tense up, their eyes watering.

“Remus, you’re scaring them,” Virgil warns, sliding up beside Patton to hold their hand. All Remus sees is a wall being formed. All he sees is three sets of stone-cold gazes shunning him out. He balls up his fists, heavy, hot breaths leaving him. He cries out, kicks the frame of his door with bare feet, and slams his door on their faces.

“You fucking promised!” he shouts through the door as he kicks the box from before into the wall. Roman flinches hard on the other side, drawing himself up like he might respond, before he turns tail and takes off towards the living room.

Virgil stares back and forth between him disappearing and Patton. “Geeze, guys, that was rough,” he whispers scoldingly. Patton is still tense, eyes closed and breathing uneven. Virgil notices, and holds their face gently, tutting at them. “Hey hey, you know shouting gets at you.” He leads them to their shared bedroom, only sparing one glance back to Remus’s door.

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Remus seethes, laying face-first on the floor, panting into the nice carpets. He feels like puking. He feels like screaming more. He feels like killing everyone in this house- No, no he doesn’t. He shakes away the images of knives and blood beneath his hands, pressing his palms into the carpet to ground himself.

The only one left, tumbles and falls into the pile of dominos that represent everyone who decided he wasn’t worth looking at. Roman? Roman, his twin? Kicking him out? It’s not something he even considered, not once, not even when he began staying here under their parent’s noses. Their parent’s sneering, poked up in the air noses. He briefly pictures their smashed faces, before shaking that image away as well. He takes a deep breath. It’s that stupid Pastel soft kid – it has to be. They’ve twisted it somehow! His dealers aren’t even scary ones, they just sell weed! And- and a few other things, but they aren’t dangerous! Even- even if he’s starting to owe them in the thousands and that one with that dumb jacket has showed up outside their house about five times. Or ten.

Remus rolls over onto his back, staring hard at the ceiling. He drags a hand down his face. He is dangerous. He is putting them in danger. He can’t stop himself from punching his own forehead at the realization. Remus bites down on his knuckle, chewing at the skin. He’s always going to put people in danger, isn’t he. He groans and sits up, moving finally to his bed- or what was his bed. Who knows what idiot they’ll bring in to replace him. He settles heavily against his sheets, picking up his phone. He scrolls mindlessly through his contacts through blurry eyes.

Surely someone can let him couch surf. There’s Remy from the tattoo shop. They’re always nice to him, even if it is out of some weird pity. Remus bites down on his boney knuckle again, stressed. Remy already had three roommates, and he doubts they need any more with as much as they complain about the cramped space. He scrolls through two previous dealers, through random people he hasn’t spoken to in years and nameless numbers. At the very bottom of his numbers is a halfhearted Christmas wish from his mother, and a contact that hasn’t been texted in actual years.

He sits up slightly, brain turning. The contact’s name is just a green apple emoji and a heart, but he knows it instantly. He opens the texts, a chuckle leaving him as he reads through his high school self’s banter with an old friend. Her spitfire replies are all sent within seconds of his initial messages while his own replies sometimes have days between them. He smiles, slightly, cradling the phone without realizing.

He falls back on his pillow, sighing. The text box comes up, and he begins to type. Fuck, what do you say after three years? After all that happened?

Dooky: heyyyyyyyyy jan

Yeah, he can’t think of anything better. He presses send without thinking any further. He shakes out the anxiety with his arms, wiggling against the sheets that will not be his in the morning.

🍏🖤: Well, well, well.

Her reply is only a few minutes delayed, to his shock. He sits up straight in bed, hunching over his phone with a grin. She still has his number saved?!

🍏🖤: Virgil’s earworms finally wriggle out of your brain Carmona?

Remus giggles, nerves and excitement at speaking to her again behind the other’s backs clashing together in his brain like metal pots.

Dooky: if I tell u theyre getting rid of me too wld u believe me?

The dots come up, the typing bubble rising and falling for long minutes.

🍏🖤: What do you need Remus?

He can’t decipher her tone. Is she angry? She has every right to be. He takes in a shaky breath, brow furrowing up in stress.

Dooky: i need a couch to surf >x(

Yeah, casual and silly, just like in high school. She always loved how goofy he was. The bubbles don’t come up though, and he stares at the screen until it darkens. He gnaws on his lip anxiously, just waiting. Waiting for a deserved rejection. Waiting for her to assign to him the vitriol that their shared friend dished to her years ago. He’s so focused on the ‘maybes’ that her text scares him.

🍏🖤: Ok. You're a lucky man. I happen to have a free couch.

🍏🖤: Hope you like bedbugs and mold.

🍏🖤: Here’s the address.

He shriek-laughs with surprise and delight, and spams so many heart emojis at her that he’s sure she turned her phone off. Reinvigorated, he starts shoving things in bags and boxes. He has a lot of clothes, but enough bags and trunk space in his beat-up truck to get downtown with all his stuff. He pauses with a handful of junk half stuffed in a bag. He doesn’t want to see them. He stumbles on his own feet, staring at the door as though, just maybe, Roman will knock and promise to protect him. As though he’s 18 and not 21, as though he’s in that stupid manor full of people that hate him with a single comfort in his whole world. A stupid pauper being brought bread under his parent’s monarchy.

He sighs out a held breath. No. Roman won’t be coming to the door this time. And he doesn’t want to see him either way.

“Fuck this,” he whispers under his breath. He will wait until they’ve all gone to sleep, and he’ll be gone in the dead of night. Fuck this. The least he needs is another wall of dominos crashing in on his shoulders to crush him under their judgement. An old friend to fall back on has given him confidence, however shaky, and if these assholes want him gone then he will disappear like the Great Houdini. He puffs out his chest, and finishes his packing.

He chucks his entire life into the back of his rusted blue chrome truck, and he is gone. When his twin wakes up, he will be gone. Exactly like he wants.

[randombloops]

Me and @catemons-blog​ were talking and I was slapped across the face with the statement that U! pat is basically King Candy from wreck it ralph, so have this :3

[hurting-janus-hours]

I saw the tags in the last post about yandereRoman. And I give you: Janus is happy at first, because someone actually wants to protect him. He thinks Roman getting so mad is just caring about him! He doesn’t feel very guilty about the first side Roman takes ‘revenge’ on, until Roman gives revenge for more and more stuff and he keeps hurting the sides more until Janus stands up, not wanting this. But let’s just say, there where some ways Roman made Janus stay with him where he belongs. -🌼

Roman locking him in a tower in the imagination, and suddenly everyone is too honest, but no one notices, no one at all

[mango-shpango]

remember phases? well, virgil intentionally trying to scare the others again, even janus. virgil locking remus away so he can't cause anu trouble and share his ideas ever again. virgil making lo shut up ( i mean he canonically interrupts him like A LOT so) and yeah- thats multiple ideas but oof

Oh wow yeah that's right up Virges alley-

Well the locking up seems a bit intense and more like Pat ngl-

[sidespromptblog]

Remus, peering over Logan's shoulder: Whatcha doin dorkness?

Logan, without even thinking: Drawing tattoos that I'll never have, becauae of reasons.

Remus: Drawing? You can draw?!

Logan, cringing just a little as he clutches his book close to his chest: Yes... I was told that drawing is an inherently "Roman" thing to do, so I usually only do it in private. I'd really.. really appreciate if you didn't mention it to them... Especially not to Patton.

Remus, now one hundred percent more worried about Logan: No problem dorkness I promise...

Remus: ...

Remus, randomly pointing to one in the book: What's this one based on? I don't think I've ever seen anything like it. It looks absolutely dreadful, in the best way possible~

Logan, perking up quite a bit: Well actually it was based on this old Greek notion of-

[nachosforfree]

Double uh oh

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[thatonea1ien]

OMG OMG OMG!! I FINISHED THE VIDEO!!! Here's my thoughts/a mini run down on what happened from my point of view:

Okay, let's do a list before I go crazy:

ROMAN! MY BABY BOY! I feel so bad for him but at the same time- LAUGHING WHEN DECEIT GAVE HIS NAME!? He did the exact same thing with Virgil and that is NOT OKAY!

My Rociet heart is crying.

LOGAN WHYYYY: "Not that any of you care, but I am unharmed, and I don't want to talk about it. I'm just here to deliver one last fact, then I will do you all a favor and spare you my company." THEN WHEN PATTON TRIED TALKING HE INTERRUPTED HIM! YASS, LOGAN STAND UP FOR YOURSELF!

In all seriousness though, what if Deceit "took over" as being Logan when Patton skipped his dialogue? Logan knew about taking the "text form" instead of just popping up next to Deceit like last time Deceit- Sorry, Janus tried to pass as him. Logan also did get taken out of that box only for him to pop right back up afterwards.

I feel like the switch of Logan and Janus was either there or when Roman cut his box in half and he fell off screen.

ALSO DID NO ONE ELSE CATCH THAT CHOKING SOUND LOGAN MADE WHEN THAT CANE TOOK HIM AWAY WHEN PATTON SKIPPED HIM!?!? Based on what we saw with Patton getting hit in the nose (him saying it didn't hurt and then constantly reaching up to his nose makes very unlikely that it didn't actually hurt) that probably means the sides can feel pain... Let that set in real fast.

WHERE IS VIRGIL!? AND SHOULDN'T REMUS HAVE POPPED UP WHEN LOGAN/MAYBE JANUS SAID "INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS" AND "REMUS"!?!?!?!?

My Intruxiety (VirgilxRemus) heart is LIVING at the thought of them hanging out together (even though what I stated above is the only thing supporting this)

(TRIGGER WARNING: Patton stans/those who are uncomfortable with thoughts of Patton being slightly unsympathetic PLEASE skip this point AND the one right after this one): Patton was totally gaslighting Thomas into thinking his judgement was wrong and always will be wrong unless he does NOTHING for himself and ONLY does stuff for others.

I'm gonna say one more thing about Patton right before I move on to my good boi, Janus... PATTON TOTALLY THOUGHT THOMAS SHOULD KILL HIMSELF TO SAVE OTHERS!! THAT IS NOT HEALTHY!!!

Janus. It's definitely no "Damian," "Ethan," etc. ... But I like it, it suits him, especially with the reference all you lovely people are making to the greek God.

I really hope Thomas comes out with how you spell it because I've already seen so many different ways people spell it...

SIDE NOTE: During the first "train" scenario Deceit's logo has "Denial" as the title and Roman's was "Passion" all the other roles were the same as their actual roles.

Janus is such a dork, especially the faces he made while alone with Thomas (I'm forever going to remember the "You're just stuck will a snake boy" face because AHHH)

Also that "Nya" noise he made when Thomas refused sabotaging people was adorable.

How Janus was acting while alone with Thomas just goes to show that he only keeps up the "swave villian" act in front of the other sides because he's just a nerd

I have more stuff but with me being a forgetful bean I can't remember it and I'm currently rewatching the entire series, sooo... That'll come up in later posts I make.

All in all this video was amazing and THAT SONG at the beginning! I was not ready for that! SO GOOOOOOD!