#creativitytwins

[four-rabbit]

I wasn't going to post those cause theyre just redesigns of some old drawing but I really liked it especially Remus so...

Fem!Creativitytwins

[northlight14]

Breakup’s, birthdays and drag shows

Description: Roman and Janus broke up and now Roman can't celebrate his birthday with him. Now it's Virgil's job as his best friend to cheer him up.

TW: breakup mention, crying, cursing, Janus isn't intended to be unsympathetic but since Virgil doesn't like him it might come across that way, alcohol mention, brief violence mention, let me know if I need to add anything else

Ships: platonic prinxiety, past roceit

Genre: hurt/comfort

Prompt: alt prompt 4, drag (prompt by @pridewrite2021)

Virgil was browsing the card isle looking for a birthday card for Roman when his phone started to buzz. He pulled it out to see it was Remus calling him.

"Ugh, what is it Remus?" Virgil said, already not interested in whatever Remus had gotten himself into.

"Hey Virgin! Can you come over?" Remus chirped.

"I'll be coming over later to drop off Roman's card. Why, what's up?"

"Well, you know how Roman and Janus broke up last week?" How could Virgil forget? Roman had spent the entire week being an absolute wreck and Patton and Logan had to hold Virgil back in order to stop him beating Janus up.

"Yes." Virgil gritted out through his teeth.

"Well, Roman just realized that he isn't gonna be able to celebrate with him and that this is gonna be his first birthday without him in 3 years and what not. So now he's crying in his room, lookin' like a hot mess. And since he's your best friend and all I was wondering if you could come and cheer him up or whatever."

"What! How the hell am I supposed to do that?!" Virgil yelled, before realizing he's still standing in the middle of the card isle, hiding his face which was now scarlet.

"I don't know man but you'll come up with something! You're like a brother to him, Virgie!"

"You actually are his brother, Rem!"

"Come on Virgil, please!" Remus pleaded through the phone. "I just...I really don't know what to do, here." He said, voice suddenly going quiet.

Virgil sighed. "Ok, I'll be ten minutes."

———

Virgil always forgot how big Roman's house was. The drive way alone seemed to go on for ages, outlined by large trees and red rose bushes. The pathway to the door was a red brick and clearly well taken care of. The house itself was a faded red brick with large windows and balconies. The front door was too tall and painted black, standing in the middle of two white pillars.

Looking at where Roman lived, it was easy to see why Virgil had disliked him at first. When they'd first met, Roman had a much bigger problem with his bratty rich kid attitude and with his life seemingly perfect from an outsiders point of view it was easy to see why they clashed. after all, Virgil had absent parents and had to work several jobs to help pay bills. But as he got to know Remus better it made it much easier to see through Roman as well. Mr and Mrs Prince were nice enough but they had a bad habit of pitting Roman and Remus against each other, both with academics and creative pursuits. It turned out Roman's arrogant attitude was a coping mechanism for his surprisingly low self esteem. It also turned out that Roman wasn't just "lazy" when it came to school work like Virgil had first thought, but he was actually struggling with ADHD. The more Virgil learned about Roman and the more Roman learned about Virgil, the closer they became until they began to see each other as brothers. Brothers that would make fun of each other relentlessly but brothers non the less.

Virgil knocked on the large door and waited for a response. Not too long after, Mrs Prince answered. She was a tall and slender woman with tanned skin. Her dark hair was tied perfectly in a bun. She wore a black dress with a red shall, both of which looked as expensive as Virgil's car.

"Oh, hello Virgil. I assume you're here for Roman? Remus said you were coming." She said.

"Uh, yeah. Can I come in?"

"Of coarse, Roman should be in his room. He hasn't come out since this morning." She said, stepping aside to let Virgil in.

'Oh God.' Virgil thought to himself before heading upstairs and hoping he would finally be able to remember which room is Romans.

In the end Remus came out his room and pointed Virgil in the right direction but hey, no one else needed to know that.

Gently, Virgil knocked on Romans door and waited to be let in.

"Remus, I told you to go away!" Roman yelled from inside, his voice sounding muffled.

"Hey Roman, it's Virgil. Can I come in?"

There was a brief moments pause before Virgil heard a quiet voice he decided to interoperate as Roman inviting him in.

Virgil was very taken aback by the sight before him. The room, which was usually kept as neat as possible, was covered in tissues, chocolate wrappers and a mix of opened and unopened presents. Roman was sat on his bed, eyes puffy and hair messy.

"Um, hey, are you alright?" 'Fuck sake Virgil, obviously he isn't.' Roman sniffled, smiling despite himself. "Yeah, I just...I miss him, ya know?"

"Yeah." Virgil said, sitting beside him. "Oh, um, I got you this..." Virgil awkwardly passed him the card.

Roman smiled, accepting it. "Thanks."

"So...what do you want to do? For your birthday, I mean." Virgil said, trying and failing to hide his discomfort.

"I don't know..." Roman sighed, looking down at his hands. "I was just going to continue to watch Carmen Santiago. But I always watched that with Janus. It was our show, ya know? He'd always make a comment about how she's still stealing and I'd counter it with how she's stealing from thieves so surely that makes it ok! I don't know, it just...it feels wrong to watch it without him..." Roman laughed sadly. "Which sucks because the last episode left on a cliff hanger and I really wanna know what happens next." He laughed a little at his own expense.

Virgil couldn't help but smirk. "Well, why don't we go out somewhere?"

Roman looked down again. "I don't know..."

'Crap. What the heck am I supposed to do here?!'

Virgil looked around awkwardly. He then spied in the corner what looked like a new makeup pallet. Roman must have gotten it for his birthday. 'Bingo.'

"Hey, why don't we do each other's makeup?" Virgil offered.

Romans face immediately lit up. "Really?!" He said, excitedly.

"Yeah, why not?" Virgil said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well last time I asked to do your makeup, you said you'd rather stab yourself in the eye with your eye liner."

"Yeah, well..." Virgil coughed. "Consider it my birthday present to you."

Roman immediately shot up and grabbed the eyeshadow pallet and several brushes. "I promise you won't regret this!" Yeah, Virgil was already regretting this but Roman seemed happy and that's all that mattered.

———

The brushes tickled Virgil's face as Roman layered the purple eye shadow. Virgil almost started to object as Roman began to apply silver jewels at the edges of the eye shadow, before stopping himself. Roman then finished the look by applying a purplish pink lipstick and brushing Virgil's bangs out of his face. He then handed Virgil a mirror. The look was very 80's glam, far from Virgil's usual style but he had to admit, it looked really good. The eyeshadow looked sharp, the upper lid being a lighter shade than the under eye and corners of the eyes.

"It looks great!" Virgil said, admiring it. Roman smiled proudly from the compliment. "Alright." Virgil said, taking the eye shadow pallet. "Your turn."

Roman laughed. "I appreciate the offer, rainy day real estate, but I don't really wanna look like I haven't slept in a hundred years." Roman teased.

"Says the guy who's went entire weeks not sleeping because he was binge watching a new show!" Virgil teased back.

"And I'll have you know I wear that like a badge of honor!"

"Besides," Virgil continued to laugh. "I know how to do other makeup looks."

"Ok..." Roman said. "But if I end up looking like a Tim Burton character, I will kill you with my bare hands." They both couldn't help but laugh.

Virgil decided to go for a similar style that Roman went for, layering different shades of red and mixing in some gold glitter. He also decided to draw a small crown on his right cheek, just below the eye. The look was then finished off with red lipstick to match.

He passed the mirror over to Roman who gasped in delight at his reflection. "It looks so good!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah? I'm glad you like it." Virgil smiled, pulling back on his purple patch hoodie after taking it off to give himself more mobility when applying the makeup.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Roman said, waving his arms in front of his face before jumping up and handing Virgil a black leather jacket that was hung on his chair as well as a pair of purple tinted heart glasses. "Put these on!" He exclaimed.

Virgil once again pulled off his hoodie, replacing it with the leather jacket. It fit him surprisingly well considering Roman was a fair bit taller and more muscular than him. He then put on the glasses and Roman eagerly pulled him off his bed and guided him to his full length mirror.

"Wow...I actually look really good." Virgil said.

"See! I told you!" Roman laughed.

Virgil examined the jacket. "I didn't think you'd own a jacket like this. Did you steal it from Remus or something?" Virgil asked.

Romans smile suddenly dropped. "It, uh, it was Janus'..."

Shit.

"Oh, um, sorry." Virgil said, honestly.

"It's ok." Roman sighed, sitting back on his bed. "I've been meaning to give it back. Especially since it still has his wallet in it. But that means I'll have to see him and I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

'He left his wallet in here?' Virgil put his hands in the pockets and sure enough, Roman was right. Virgil quickly started to feel all too powerful now knowing this.

"Hey, come on, let's go out somewhere. Show off your makeup." Virgil tried again.

"For someone who looks like they belong in a vampire novel, you're awfully eager to go outside." Roman laughed.

"Come on, I just think it'll do you some good to get out for a bit."

Roman averted Virgil's gaze. "I don't know..."

"Come on, man. Do you really want to let that jackass ruin your birthday?"

Roman sighed. "Ok, fine."

Virgil waited outside Romans room as he changed out his pajamas. When he came out, he was sporting a white shirt paired with a black jacket that had a red floral pattern. He was also wearing a pair of glasses, his in the shape of two fairy wings that matched the gold in his eye shadow perfectly.

As the two walked out the house, Roman called "Mom, weren't going out! I should be home soon!"

His mom sounded surprised by this but happy non the less. "Ok sweetie, be back soon!"

"So where are we going?" Roman asked as they walked out the house.

"How the hell should I know? I'm just winging it." Virgil laughed.

———

The two wandered through the town as the sun began to set, the reds and oranges bouncing off Romans glasses and the glitter perfectly. Virgil was all too aware of the judging looks they were being given but when he looked at Roman, he seemed happy. And right now that's all that mattered. Just keeping Romans mind off Janus.

Eventually, Virgil began to hear the sound of music and he subconsciously started to follow it, Roman tailing behind. As he wandered through the town he eventually found the source.

A bar putting on a drag show.

Roman was staring off into space, standing next to him. Virgil tapped his shoulder, pulling him back to reality. "Hey, I know what we're doing."

———

Romans face lit up once more when he saw the stage. It didn't seem like they missed too much, which was good. The drag queen that was stood on the stage currently was singing, her hair done big with makeup that shone and reflected the lights perfectly. Her dress black and covered in sequins and frills. The heels she wore didn't look comfortable in the slightest but she walked in them with ease.

The two sat at the bar. They were each 18 and 19, meaning they wouldn't be able to drink but given the circumstances, it was probably best if Roman didn't get drunk right now.

Instead, Virgil just ordered them some non alcoholic drinks and fries. Roman was about to hand him the money to pay but Virgil immediately declined. "My treat. It's your birthday after all." Virgil then remembered Janus' wallet still in his jacket pocket. 'I mean, if Janus is the reason we're here, it's only right he should be the one to pay for us, right?' Virgil couldn't help his smirk as he handed the money over.

The night continued and Roman and Virgil cheered loudly for each queen on stage, each one quite different from the last. Virgil watched as any sign of grief seemingly dissolved from Romans face.

The final queen for the night came on the stage and they both watched with joy as she performed.

"I know what you're doing, you know." Roman said, not taking his eyes off the stage. Virgil froze instantly, slowly daring to look at his friend. Roman once again had small tears in his eyes but he wore the most genuine smile Virgil hadn't seen on him in ages. "Thank you."

Virgil smiled at his friend. At his brother. "Of coarse."

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Authors note: I’ve been wanting to write something based on the glam looks Thomas posted for Roman and Virgil for a while now and I obviously wanted to write something for Romans birthday. So when I saw the prompt for today was ‘drag’ I immediately thought “well that’s convenient”. So happy birthday Roman! Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed. I’m still practicing my writing and hopefully I’m improving. 

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[lovelivingmydreams]

A might have been part 2

Okay listen. If you really believed for even a moment that I was going to make an alternative past for @kingcreativityau where King got to be friends with baby instinct/fear and write all the way up to the split and then not include everything that happened after... Do you guys know me at all? My brain will not be sattisfied with this narative until i have written at least up until the return. And if there ever comes a time where the og comic comes to a conclusion, you better believe I’ll write how all of those events transpired in this alternate version of the timeline. So like it or not, at least two more parts are coming. So there. Enjoy!

part 1 here

A friendship for the ages

Creativity blinked in confusion. What… What was he doing? He looked up and saw… Himself? “Wow, you are just like me!” they chorused. They looked at each other stunned for a moment before they burst out laughing. They got up and shook hands. “Creativity,” they introduced themselves, laughing once more. “Wow, no kidding,” they snorted. “King?” a broken voice wondered. Both looked up. Curious about who spoke. Someone about their height took a step closer, pushing away from a smaller boy. Wait they knew this guy right? The name was at the tip of their tongue. “Not me. Is he talking to you?” they both wondered, looking at each other. “Guess not,” they shrugged. But King did sound familiar, though it didn’t quite feel like them. “I call Prince!” the one in the red cape declared. “Why?” The green caped one pouted. “Because I was first to call prince!” the prince reasoned. “Oh… That makes sense. Then I’m duke!” duke grinned. They turned to the boy, both grinning widely. Seemingly unaware of the atmosphere surrounding their appearance. Prince stepped forward proudly. “I am Prince!” he announced with a bow. “Nice to officially make your acquaintance.” Because they did know him didn’t they? Why was it such a mess in their heads? “Duke!” the other cackled. “Duke, dukey!” he giggled then. “I’m dukey,” he exclaimed with glee. “This… Is quite the unexpected turn,” a taller boy with glasses said. “Unexpected? You killed king! And all you can say about it is that it was unexpected?” The familiar boy cried, making the tall boy flinch. “Fear, kiddo…” the shorter boy soothed. Fear! “Oh! Fear! You are Fear!” Duke shouted, jumping up and down as he pointed at Fear. “You are our friend right?” Prince added. Fear looked up at them, tears still in their eyes. “Why are you sad? Whom must I slay?” Prince asked. “Yeah! We’ll make them poop their pants!” Duke added. Fear took a step back and shook his head. “You stay away,” he sobbed and took of. “Fear!” the little boy with glasses pleaded. The twins looked at each other. “What did we say?” “Fear simply needs time to ‘mourn’ your previous form. He’s highly emotional, it was to be expected that he would not respond well to such a big change with no time to mentally prepare. Let him have his tantrum. He’ll be back soon,” the tall boy stated firmly, adjusting his glasses. The boys wanted to believe him but both he and the little guy who introduced himself as Morality and the other as Logic cast worried glances in the direction Fear had ran of to. Sometimes they’d disappear in that direction and come back looking sad. Prince and Duke got to know the mindscape and, more importantly, the imagination fairly quickly and both agreed that Thomas was the most amazing person in the world and deserved everything he wanted. Sure Duke could be a bit gross sometimes and Prince could get a bit egocentric and too caught up with his own thoughts. But they were doing well. Logic was frustrated though that neither had interest in homework. And Morality seemed upset that they didn’t care much for playing with the other kids. Not even Thomas’ brothers. Well that was their problem really. The twins had each other. There was one side they were interested in though. Fear. The ‘tantrum' as Logic called it had still not blown over and everyone seemed worried. So, deciding to investigate to satisfy their curiosity they went looking for him. They knew what direction to go in. The others had gone to talk to Fear a bunch of times since he left. All they had to do was walk in the direction they went until they found him right? The walk was long, but eventually they saw a big willow. No Fear though. Was he in the shadowy part of the mind? “Stop!” The twins froze and looked at the willow. Had the tree just shouted at them? “Hello?” Prince called. “Leave me alone!” They knew that voice! The twins ran up to the tree and pushed the branches out of their way and froze. Fear was sitting up in the higher branches, hood pulled over his face and four spider legs springing from underneath his clothes. He looked down and six purple eyes lit up in the dark. “I said go!” he growled. A yellow snake slithered up from a hole in the tree wrapping itself protectively/comfortingly around his figure. “That is so cool!” Duke grinned getting himself a jab into the ribs from his brother. “Fear. We… We just wanted to know why you don’t want to be our friend. Did we do something?” Prince asked gently. “No! I’m keeping everyone safe. People who are nice to me get hurt.” “That isn’t true fear…” the snake hissed gently, surprising the twins. Fear glared at the snake. “Isn’t it Deceit?” he growled, making the snake recoil. “Thought so. Just… Go with them. I’ll be fine,” he muttered as he curled in on himself and wrapped his legs around himself like a cage. “That’s a lie. You aren’t fine,” Deceit objected. “Is he… Is this because we aren’t king?” Prince wondered nervously. For all his grandness he was terrified of falling short. He didn’t want to be less wonderful than this King person. If he wasn’t as good or better than the original, what was the point of him existing? “This has nothing you do with that! Just leave me alone!” Fear growled hiding in his hoodie. The snake sighed and came down, turning into a teen boy. Duke whistled impressed, while Prince looked away. Something about the scaled half of the boy's face made something in his gut twist. It felt like guilt. But he’d never met this side. What could he have done to feel this way? “Maybe you two have more luck,” Deceit muttered as he left the shelter of the Willow. “Finally,” Fear huffed. “Now if you two would kindly go back to the central consciousness and get back to work. Thomas needs you two too much for you to waste time on me.” Prince rolled his eyes. “As if. Logic is making homework and if we try to have fun now we’ll get yelled at.” That caught Fear’s attention. “You aren’t helping?” he asked confused. “Why would we? Homework is boring,” Prince scoffed as he put a hand on his hip and made a gesture with his other as if to indicate how obvious his statement was. “Yeah, we only ‘get in the way’,” Duke chipped in. Sounding like he was quoting Logic. Fear rolled his eyes. Honestly. “Have you not been listening to anything Morality’s been teaching you?” he asked. “I am a prince! I know good from bad!” Prince objected, sounding rather insulted. “Not about being moral… Has Logic been showing you around then?” Fear wondered. He had assumed Morality would take up the role of care taker. But maybe Logic had taken up the task of instructing the new sides in the ways of the mindscape? “Showing us around?” Duke wondered as he and his brother exchanged glances. “Wait… so they just… Expected you two to know what to do?” Fear asked shocked. “What is there to know? We are creativity. We found the imagination and that is that,” Prince huffed. Though he was intrigued by the idea of more, he wasn't going to admit to being I’ll informed. Fear jumped out of the tree and took them both in. “You’re not lying to get me to come back are you?” The confusion on the twin’s faces must’ve been enough. “Fine,” Fear surrendered grumpily as he started walking to the central conscience. “I’ll show you the basics, but then I’m kicking Logic’s behind in gear and heading back home.” The twins protested, but were secretly excited. They’d needed someone to actually break their ties when they disagreed. To actually listen to their stories and give input other than almost blind praise or cold analysis. Not to mention the fact that they had known him as a friend when they woke up while the others had been mostly strangers in their eyes. That had to mean something. Surely he was a fun playmate. When they saw the stress bunnies for the first time they were absolutely delighted to have something to hunt. And surely enough, Fear was enjoying himself too. Fear showed them how to make learning fun for Thomas and he even showed them that playing was more fun with others. And though he insisted he’d leave again soon, and avoided the others for a good while, he stuck around. Prince and Duke soon discovered just how far Fear was willing to go to keep them safe. During the first nightmare Fear encountered with them he defended them fiercely. Actually almost injuring himself. The twins were shocked by this and took better care to make sure Fear didn’t endanger himself for their sake again. “You aren’t really going back to the willow are you?” Prince asked one day, almost timidly, though he tried his best to sound casual. Fear shifted. The twins knew how to work with the others, they understood what to do with stress and worries and fears, they knew who to turn to when trouble arose… But he could find a million reasons not to leave them and he knew why. He had grown attached to them. He’d tried not to. It felt like a betrayal to King and he still worried he’d loose them right when he got comfortable with the new situation. But he couldn’t leave their side now. “Nah. I don’t trust you two not to burn down the mindscape without me keeping an eye on you,” he teased. Prince scoffed and gave him a push. Duke just shrugged, because honestly? He would definitely cause chaos and destruction if Fear didn’t redirect him every once in a while. Fear knew that if he was staying he should talk with Logic and Morality. “Padre! Teach! We got someone here who wants to talk to you,” Prince announced. The two sides turned and the twins made way to show Fear was with them greeting both sides with an awkward wave. Morality gasped and clasped his hands in front of his face. “Kiddo! Are… Are you back to stay?” he asked carefully. “I mean… I’ll stay out of the way if you want. I just… Yeah, I’m back. Those two need babysitting and neither of you are up to that it seems so…” He felt two fists push at his shoulders and chuckled. “You know I’m right,” he grinned. Then he looked up at the two sides he’d been rather rude to. “Listen, I’m still not happy about you guys not including everyone in the decision. But Princey and Duke don’t seem to be upset with you two. Not really, so I can’t be either. You tried to do what was best for Thomas. I can’t be mad about that. I just… I was afraid to let you guys back in I guess.” Fear couldn't meet their eyes. He was sure they hated him by now. He'd been pushing them away and…

Suddenly he was tackled in a hug by Morality.

“Oh kiddo. Of course you're welcome back!”

“Indeed. Though you might not have been talking to us, we have noticed your efforts. Or was I to believe that the twins suddenly got interested in assisting with schoolwork on their own?”

Fear shrugged as best as he could while still being embraced by the heart.

“From what I heard, yeah? I mean you guys seem to expect them to just know how things work.”

Logic nodded. “I see. Well we did attempt to explain at first, but we failed to communicate with the twins properly.” It had been puzzling to him why the twins couldn’t just follow his instructions. He would have to ask Fear what he’d done to get them suddenly interested in helping out. But almost overnight Logic had gone from overseeing the homework by himself to having two eager assistants making Thomas excited to learn again.

Morality finally let go and grinned up at him. “Guess a dad can sometimes learn a thing or two from his son,” he teased. Recalling how Prince had suddenly started to include his family and classmates in the stories he and Thomas made again. How Duke’s unfiltered curiosity started branching out to other people as well. How had Fear done that? Fear rolled his eyes. “Whatever short…” the teasing remark was cut off as Fear looked Morality up and down a few times. “Did you get taller?” he asked perplexed.

He was sure Morality used to be a head shorter than him. But now the difference was less than an inch.

“Um yeah. I guess…” Morality mused waving his hand above their heads in fascination. “I didn't really notice. Gosh. Maybe I’ll end up taller than you. Wouldn't that be something?” he chuckled.

Fear just shrugged dismissively.

“Nuh uh! We'll be the tallest!” Prince declared. “Just you wait!”

“Fear is going to be a midget forever though!” Duke chuckled.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Fear frowned.

In answer the twins flanked him and he could see they were both taller than him. Not by much, but enough that he couldn't deny it once he paid attention to it. Of course. Even when he was no longer the youngest he was destined to be the baby of the group. Well better remind the twins why he's called Fear then.

“You have five seconds,” he smirked.

“Huh?” Duke wondered.

“Four seconds, “ Fear grinned as his eyes lit up with a violet shine.

“Duke run!” Prince urged and the two took of. Fear chuckled for a few seconds before he let his spider voice echo through the mindscape. “One, Here I come.” And then he took off after the twins.

“He’s a little different isn't he?” Morality mused worriedly as he listened for the sounds in the mindscape, relieved to hear nothing but laughter fill the metaphysical air. Fear was just playing.

“As was to be expected. Fear held a strong attachment to king. More so than either of us. I don't think that I would've been able to convince him to help me stage a coup so to speak if it had come to that.

That loyalty and attachment has now transferred to the twins in some measure, but that does not replace what he had with King. The roles seem to have switched though. He is the caretaker now, though the twins seemed ready to fight on his behalf when they first formed…” Logic summarized looking into his notes. He’d been cataloguing the changes in the Thomasphere after the split and how they correlated to changes in Thomas’ over all wellbeing for future reference.

“They are more equal now,” Morality noted. “Fear wouldn't have dreamed to initiate such a game with King, or to say anything suggesting he needed help. I think… “ Morality frowned. There was no way to say this without sounding terrible. “They might both be happier like this. King… he would want this for Fear,” he decided. King cared for Fear almost as much as he cared for Thomas. It was out of concern for them that he’d asked them to do this. He might not have expected this outcome, but he would understand right?

“So long as the progress of the past week keeps up, Thomas will greatly benefit of the situation.” Logic supplied.

Morality let out a sigh. Thomas would be fine and Fear would fully forgive them with time. And then they could build on this new foundation. He would make sure his family stayed happy. That was his job. He was the dad after all.

It was only a matter of time before the twins would run into Deceit. Especially since the Dukes ideas were unpleasant to Thomas more often than not. Fear usually managed to get Duke to use his ‘inside voice’. Sometimes Prince would notice Fear was getting uncomfortable and reign his brother in. But that couldn’t last forever.

“What is going on here?” Deceit wondered as he walked in on the trio. Duke paused in his rambling and Prince looked up from where he and Fear were sitting on the ground, his arm around the nervous side’s shoulder while Fear had been curled up in a ball trying to block out the images Duke was planting in his head. Once he saw who it was though Prince looked down, he still didn’t like looking at that scaled face.

Fear looked up and went from comforted to comforting. He didn't know what happened, but he did know that for some reason king had changed Deceit and Prince had inherited some sort of phantom guilt.

“Snake-face hi!” Duke on the other hand found it amazing.

“You’re clearly the charmer of the two,” Deceit drawled. Fear was pretty sure that some of his change in attitude had to do with him spending so much time with Dee right after what everyone just called ‘the split’.

He had simply rubbed off on him. “Hi Dee,” Fear smiled tensely. “Fear, good to see you out and about,” Deceit smiled warmly. It was odd. When King first discovered Instinct, he’d been sure he wouldn’t like the new side. He didn’t like how excited King already was for a new friend. And by all accounts he should’ve stayed away from him, but he just couldn’t help but feel a bond with him. They both had a job that wasn’t particularly fun to do, both had parts of them the others disliked. And they both took King’s split hard. Not that he had told Fear of the latter. What was the point? And King hadn’t wanted Fear to know anyway.

“Yeah, I guess you were right. I couldn’t hide away forever,” Fear smiled tensely. “What seems to be the problem here?” Deceit wondered. Something had called him here after all. He knew he couldn’t avoid talking to the twins forever, but he had pretended he could. And now he had to make a stellar first impression. Great. “Oh… Did I do the thing again?” Duke wondered. He didn’t get why the others got upset over is suggestions so much, but they did and he tried to not be too much. But now he really was just having some fun. He wasn't saying Thomas should do anything. He was just making pictures.

Still, Fear was clearly upset. “It’s… It’s fine. You can’t always help it,” Fear assured him. Duke looked around and noticed an abundance of stress bunnies and kittens and puppies, most of them slightly more grotesque than Fear’s usual were. He liked it. But why hadn’t Fear gotten rid of them yet? It wasn’t like him to let them roam free for long.

“Want some help with those?” Deceit wondered as he gestured around. Fear looked at the dozens of creatures and let out a tired sigh. “I’ll get it. Just… I need a moment,” he muttered. “Very well. Duke was it?” Deceit asked. Duke nodded. “I need some help maintaining the Willow. Would you be so kind?” Fear frowned. What? Duke just jumped up with a big smile. “Of course double D!” he grinned. “Wonderful. Fear, Prince, you don’t mind if I borrow him for a couple of hours right?” he asked. Fear looked at Prince who just shrugged. “If he’s okay with it. But he will come back after right?” The prince asked tensely. “Of course. I’ll send him straight to the imagination even,” Deceit bowed before leaving, the Duke following right by his side, ranting about one thing or another. Fear looked at Prince. “You sure you are okay with this? You two haven’t been apart since… Well. Ever.” Prince shrugged again. “I… I think so. We don’t have to be together all the time right?” Fear shrugged. “I guess not,” he allowed. They weren’t one person anymore after all. Fear tried to remember that, but it was still strange sometimes. “I’m going to round up those guys,” he announced as he got up. Prince followed his example. “Want some help with that?” Fear hesitated, he didn’t usually ask anyone for help. The point was that he’d deal with them alone right? He'd just told Dee he could handle it… “Morality says that friends should be able to count on us to help them. So… I want to help,” Prince insisted. Fear smiled at that. “Yeah, sounds fun,” he allowed. As Deceit promised, Duke returned to the imagination after a few hours. All the shadow creatures had been dealt with and Duke was back to a level of crazy Fear could handle. Thomas had not been negatively affected by Dukes mood after he went to the back of the mind it seemed. The twins started going off on their own more often after that. Duke tended to venture to the willow to chat with Deceit for a while, while Prince remained on the front of the mind at all times. Fear wandered between the two. He couldn’t really handle not seeing either for too long. Still things started to get to a new sort of normal and Morality and Logic became more and more convinced every day that they’d done the right thing. Everyone was happier now. That’s what Morality thought, until he found Fear, sitting in a corner of the mind by himself. Which was unusual. “Heya kiddo. Where are the twins?” he wondered gently as he knelt down. He was a good inch taller than Fear by now. Which made Fear officially the shortest of the group, a fact the twins loved to tease him about. “Duke is at the willow and Prince is fighting a dragon or a witch, I don’t know,” Fear shrugged, his eyes shimmering. Had he been crying? “Ok… And why are you here all by yourself?” If Prince was fighting something, Fear would usually stick close by just in case. And sometimes that was indeed needed, though Morality and Logic both wondered if Prince occasionally just liked having Fear save him and fuss over him afterwards.

“I… It just hurt too much today,” he whispered, a sob breaking free. Morality felt a sharp pain in his chest. He knew what Fear meant and he couldn’t believe he never picked up on this. Of course spending time with the twins was hard on Fear. “Oh Kiddo… Do you want a hug?” Fear didn’t always allow physical affection. This time however he seemed to be really in need of some, because he almost immediately latched onto the fatherly side and started sobbing. “I care about them, I really do! But I miss him so much!” he tried to explain. “Of course. Loving them doesn’t take away how you felt about him. I think those feelings actually make each other stronger. Remember what he said? That it didn’t matter what name you used, you’d always be his friend? This is sort of like that,” Morality assured him. “I… I know… Most of the time. But sometimes I feel so bad for liking them, and then I feel bad about feeling bad…  What if that never stops? I don’t want to hurt them!” he pleaded “It’ll get better. There will be bad days, but it’ll get better. I miss him too. I know it wasn’t the same as it was for you. But he was important to me too.” “Sorry, I… I didn’t mean-” “No kiddo, that’s not what I meant. I was just trying to say that I understand. And I’m here to listen. Okay? Just come to your dear old dad whenever you need to okay? I’ve got you.” Fear let himself relax into the embrace and cry the tears he’d been holding back for months. He didn’t notice someone was watching them. Morality did though, and he tried not to let the accusatory glare get to him. Deceit could think of this what he wanted. Morality was just trying to look out for his kids. Things got a little better after that. Fear was more relaxed when hanging out in the back of the mind, the vague memories of being an incorporeal instinct not as haunting as they once had been. He got even bolder in his banter with the twins. He was also a bit more comfortable with letting them be without him from time to time. And he got a bit braver when it came to confronting the uglier parts of the past. “I’m just saying. If you ask them they’ll probably change you back,” he insisted as he laid down in the patch of grass underneath the willow. The twins were doing a school project with Logic and he had chosen to catch up with Deceit who still didn’t come up to the central consciousness except to retrieve Duke when needed.

“I don’t want them to change me back Fear, drop it.” “Then why are you hiding away all of the time?” Fear countered. “I know Princey is kinda awkward around you, but that won't get better if he never gets to know you. And the others will warm up to you. I'll have your back remember? No matter what happened between you and him, the twins deserve a chance don't they?” Fear pointed out. Deceit sighed. “I suppose you have a point… And Duke isn’t horrible company,” he allowed. Fear smiled and they both started debating over something Thomas' teacher did that week. The subject laid at rest. Deceit never did ask the twins to return his face to normal. He felt it was fitting honestly. A permanent warning to everyone of what he was. Princey slowly relaxed around Deceit as the later visited the central consciousness more often. And once again things in the mindscape improved.

[nadja-chamack16]

friend who don’t know nothin bout sanders sides nailing they act: pt.3

Idk if it’s bc I’m in the fandom but my mind went to angst she thought about like wholesome funny haha’s

I need someone to write this-

I might get desperate enough to write it myself-

[himboparimbo]

My worms that I ordered came yesterday and My sister @maisymousebabey and I made my friend a pair of Roman and Remus worm earrings @thatsthat24

[its-pronounced-quoassoint]

If Remus or Roman don’t make a million Mean Girls references to Janus in the next episode I’m gonna be severely disappointed

👏on👏wednesdays👏we👏wear👏pink

[m4delin]

Dreams across worlds - pt 2

Part 1 here

Roman’s side of the story. Warning for a bit of bad language

@sophiexteresa you wanted to get tagged!

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Roman felt his nails dig into the palm on his hands and he grit his teeth, it was all he could do to not snap back at his father.

“Roman, please. Enough of this nonsense,” the king said with a tired voice. At the moment, he looked much older than he was. Probably because they’ve had this very argument so many times by now.

“It’s not nonsens!” Roman hissed as he threw out his arms in a wide motion. “ I know that we’re meant to be together! Why else would I dream of him?”

The king clasped his hands together and bit back a frustrated yell. “The seers have already tried to look into your dreams to locate this man. Several times. And each time they’ve failed. He doesn’t exist, Roman. You need to focus on the duties you have, not chasing a silly dream!”

“I do do them! Why is it so wrong of me to look for my apparent soulmate as well?”

“Because soulmates don't exist!”

The yell seemed to echo the words in the small room, yet silence laid heavy on them.

Swallowing against the lump in his throat, Roman lowered his head to hide the tears gathering in his eyes.

He didn’t move when a chair creaked and the king sighed.

“I’m sorry, Roman, but this pointless chase after someone who doesn’t exist-”

“You just don’t want to lose face in front of the other kings!” Roman snapped and when he gave the king a glare, he could see his father’s face a bit paler. “You don’t want a son who talks about things that shouldn’t exist! A son who dreams beyond dreams! You just-” Roman choked on the words and took a deep breath- “don’t want to be perceived as crazy.”

With that Roman sharply turned around and stormed out of the room.

The servants and the guards made sure to be out of his way as he ran past them. He must’ve passed his mother as he could hear her shout after him, but he didn’t care and he didn’t stop until he had reached his room.

The door had barely been slammed shut and the lock making sure no one else would enter before Roman collapsed onto his bed and screamed into his pillow. Yes, it was very un-princely of him to act like this and he was certainly not acting like the adult he supposed he was. But he didn’t care and let out another frustrated scream before throwing the too soft pillow across the room. He didn’t watch it land as he collapsed face first into the silk sheet, planning not to move for the rest of the day and simply sulk over yet another argument with his father.

Apparently ‘rest of the day’ meant only a few minutes, as the lock on the door made a soft ‘click’ as it was unlocked and two pairs of footsteps walked in.

“Get out,” Roman said, his voice muffled by the sheets and the mattress.

“Nope!” Remus said, popping the p, and walked over to Roman’s bed only to plop down on it beside his twin.

“Did you even take a bath before you came in?” Roman grumbled despite already knowing the answer, he could smell the sweat coming from Remus, and moved his arms to prop up his head. “And can’t you stop breaking into my room?” He added when he spotted Janus a couple of feet away.

“I simply asked the lock if it would let us in, it opened by itself,” Janus said with a nonchalant shrug.

“Stupid magic locks and their favoriasing of magicians,” Roman grumbled and hid his face in his arms.

“You know,” Remus began and poked Roman in the arm, “dad’s just a dick. He’s worried that none of the other princes will accept marrying you.”

Roman made a weak attempt to shuffle away from the intruding finger but didn’t care enough to swat the offending hand away. Nor did he bother to look up when the bed dipped when a third person sat down on it.

“Well, he can fuck off,” Roman grumbled.

Janus huffed. “So, what was the dream about this time?”

Roman stilled as the memory of the most recent dream came to his mind and he felt his cheeks heat up.

“Yeah! You and dad always snaps at each other when you have one of those! Did you snog him up? Oh! I know!” Remus quickly sat up and clapped his hands. “You finally decided to fuck!”

Roman’s face became flushed at that thought and kicked his brother off the bed. “Remus!”

“Alright, no fucking this time,” Remus said while snickering, only sitting up from his sprawled position on the floor.

Janus sighed and reached over to pat Roman on his back. “There, there. Someday you will get him into bed, even if it wasn’t this night.”

Letting out a groan, Roman tried to burrow his face even more into his arms. “Not you too.”

The bed bounced a bit as Remus joined them up there again. “Come on! Tell us!”

After contemplating if he should kick them out and tell the lock to not let them in again he sighed and rolled to the side so he could see his brother and friend. His head rested on one of his arms and the other hand tapped the sheet beneath him. “He picked me up with that weird cart of his and drove us to this house with a lot of other people in it. There was that music filling the building but it wasn’t loud by any means, it was dim but held enough light to not be bothersome.” Roman let out a breath and smiled.

“There was this enclosure where people were going round and round on these- these-!” Roman sat up and motioned wildly with his hands. “It was shoes, but they had wheels on them! Tiny wheels that made them go round and round without much effort! And there was no magic involved! So he- he-!” He flapped his hands as he grinned big.

“Hold on, wheels on shoes? How would that work?” Janus said with a frown as he pulled off a glove and started to draw in the air. Roman paused in the middle of a motion with his hands to stare at the yellow land following Janus’ finger. Soon enough was a crude drawing of a shoe with too big wheels on the sides flying in the air.

“Ooh! That looks like something I’m gonna try and make!” Remus said with a whistle as he leaned close to Janus to get a good look on the drawing.

“Well,” Roman said and lowered his hands to his lap, “the wheels were under the shoe and way smaller than that. I’ll try and draw it up later.”

Janus simply nodded and waved the hand to make the drawing disappear before pulling on the glove again.

Remus was grinning. “Can’t wait! Now, go on!”

“So, he gave me a pair of these rolling shoes before putting on his own and helped me to get to the enclosure,” Roman said and his hands immediately began to make shapes in the air again. “And by the gods, it was awful! I couldn’t even stand on those things! My legs would just slide different ways under me. He had the audacity to laugh at me as I tried to stand on those nightmare things, and when I finally did, he encouraged me to try and move forward. I was like a newborn foal on ice!” Despite the supposed nightmare it was, Roman couldn’t stop smiling.

Remus grinned and Janus had a small smile on his lips as they listened to Roman speak.

“When I couldn’t get moving fast enough for him, he grabbed my hand and started to pull me along the enclosure. Round and round we went and-” a dreamy sigh left him- “it was perfect. He held me close and gosh, I can still feel the warmth of his arm on my back as he held me steady. And when I had enough, he took a few laps by himself. You should’ve seen him! It was like he was born on those shoes!”

“You sound utterly smitten,” Janus said and Roman rolled his eyes.

Remus huffed. “Come with some news, dragonling!”

Janus flicked Remus’ nose, making him go cross eyed. “So, how does the date end?” He asked as Remus was busy rubbing his nose.

Roman’s shoulders sagged and he sighed. “We went out to get dinner and around there I woke up, as usual.” The fact that he was disappointed about that was clear as a day.

“Sounds like you had an absolute horrible day,” Janus hummed.

Rolling his eyes, Roman gave Janus a small smile. “Yeah, absolutely terrible.”

“That world sounds fun,” Remus said and flopped down in the bed again.

“I know,” Roman said with a sigh and laid down too. “Would give anything to live ther- mpfrh!” Roman spluttered as a hat was shoved in his face.

“How many times do I have to tell you to not say that. Those are dangerous words,” Janus said with a scolding voice.

After removing the hat from his face, Roman gave Janus a glare. “Yeah yeah, because you never know what kind of creature is listening,” he said in a mocking voice before he sighed. “I’m just tired of dad being such a stick in the ass about it all.

“Weeeell,” Remus said and both Roman and Janus looked at him, “I know what will cheer you up!”

Roman grinned while Janus groaned.

“Mudslide?”

“Mudslide!”

[the-daydreamers-rebellion]

Apples

Creativity doesnt like apples.

Roman doesnt like the red ones. Sure, he grows some in the imagination but is purely for the asthetic. His color is red after all and disney did always pick that specific apple. But, for some reason he doesnt quite unterstand, he doesnt like red apples.

Remus doesnt like the green ones. He is supposed to love the bitter taste but here we are. With no other way to explain it, he had told the others is was simply because the pale green offended his suit. Be a bit dramatic and it was always belivable.

If one would pick another, the others learned to not say a word. Of course, Remus did say that the red reminded him of blood and Roman was sure that the green one would do justice to Snow white. But in the company of only themselves, Roman would just steal glances at it from the corner of his desk while Remus would idly stare at it from the wierd position oh his throne.

Yellow apples were an absolute no.

After all, the full creativity would adore the sweet taste and the rotten like feeling. No one liked the memories of a tall cheery side wandering with baskets full of apples that came with them. Patton made every dish he knew with those exact apples in hope that either twin would bring back the now already lost friend of his. After that, he gave up on apple pies.

That was untill a smell wafted around the mindspace.

Remus got up first and went to wake up Roman, who gave him a sleepy smile from where he was sleeping near the other on the floor. They were all accepted long ago but not untill yesterday were the two really breaking that past tension. With messy pyjamas and fluffy bed heads, both went down to greet the others with all the noise and boost they brought with them.

"Good morning kiddos. How did your sleepover go?" Patton was the first to notice them even if still cooking pancakes for breakfast.

"It was the best night ever!" "Yeah, and you wont belive what new fantasy-horror movies me and Roman found yesterday!"

"Im sure youll both tell us all about those dear." even Janus himself looked rather relived with the two finally properly getting along (although he did try to hide it, mind the narrator).

"Im glad you two had fun" Virgil piped up with a fond look as Logan gave an affirmative nod with one of his small smiles.

"And thats why I made a special dessert for this occasion only." the dad figure said while joining the table.

"Chocolate sufle?!" "Jelly eyes?!" But a giggle and an after dinner promise was all they got.

And maybe the others did notice. Maybe they just pretended not to, but both Roman and Remus would always deny of tears welling their eyes when a small pie with mixed apples was placed in front of them.

(Maybe the King wasnt back, but no one would have it any other way)

Roman loves green apples. Remus adores the red ones. And now theres always a beautifull field with the greenes of trees and the best of apples and a new famILY tradition in the combined imagination.

[ilikedogsstuff]

Theory time ladies.

So I believe the Deciet and Virgil (also Logan but barley) younger than all the other sides with Virgil being the youngest.

So when your first born and as a toddler you dont lie or barley lie for that matter but as a child you lie and as you grow older you lie more which is forming your Deciet.

And for Virgil. Lets be honest. How many kids have real anxiety under 14? (Now it is possible Thomas did but I have No proof he did or didnt so imma say he didn't.) So as Thomas grew older his anxiety started to form.

As for Logan. Baby's are rather stupid but learn so maybe Logan's like a year to 6 months younger?

For Remus Roman and Patton. Babys are really playful and innocent so Roman and Patton are older but Remus is to since Roman and him were fused forming the King.

So in conclusion Virgil, Deciet, and sorta Logan are younger. The ages go like:

Same age: Remus Roman and Patton. A tiny bit younger: Logan and Deciet. Youngest: Virgil

[thecrowslullaby]

You’ve heard of the intruloceit powerpoints, now get ready for:

the presentation is under the cut:

bonus:

[plague-deene]

[lovelivingmydreams]

A might have been part 3

@Rondoe well, I wouldn’t dare make you wait. Here’s the next installment of my @kingcreativityau au. Hope you all like it. And no I’m not don yet.

Part 1

Part 2

Growing together

And now everyone was looking at him curiously. Why did he have to open his mouth?

It was somewhere in middle school when Prince came with an announcement.

“We should have names!”

Everyone looked up at that. “What do you mean kiddo? We have names,” Morality wondered.

“No. We have titles. I mean real names!” Prince insisted.

A few moments passed by. “That sounds good actually,” Fear muttered softly. Middle school was hard on him. There was so much to worry about and so many expectations. And now mother had scheduled an appointment with a doctor to address the worries Thomas was having.

He tried to handle them. But lately there were always some creatures following him around and he didn’t always have the energy to deal with them head on.

“I mean… I just… Well…” How to explain?

“It would be beneficial to differentiate between the side and their job,” Logic voiced.

Fear nodded. Relieved someone else thought so too. He hated telling the twins ‘No’. Especially Prince, who always took it personal. The thing was, he thought most of their ideas sounded great. But he also felt he needed to contain them a bit for Thomas’ sake.

And every time he did, he felt like he might as well have punched them.

He hadn’t expected Logic to be the one to understand that and put it into words so well.

“Exactly! I even already thought of one for me!” Prince grinned proudly.

“From now on, you may call me Prince Roman!” he declared.

“Oooh! Then I wanna be Remus!” Duke, or Remus jumped in.

“Oh, this sounds fun! Let’s all meet up tonight and go around reintroducing ourselves alright?”

Everyone nodded and went on with their activities of the day while thinking about names.

When the evening came they all sat in a circle.

“I’ll start!” Morality suggested cheerily. “Logic helped me pick this one out,” he explained with a warm smile to the studious side who merely nodded in acknowledgement.

“You all know me as Morality. And I’ll always try and make sure Thomas is a good person and that you all are looked after. I might sometimes have to put my foot down for that, but I want you to know that I don’t love you any less when I do that than when I go along with your ideas.

Call me Patton, of dad if you want,” he explained with a wave.

Then he grinned widely. “It’s funny, you see, because it’s like Paternal, which means fatherly, and Pathos which is about arguments driven by emotion. It’s a pun!” he giggled. Everyone smiled at that. Morality… Patton, loved his puns.

“Now you go Logic!” he suggested.

Logic nodded and adjusted his glasses. “You know me as Logic. I will always strive for efficiency and intelligent decisions. But… I suppose I quite enjoy some of all of your ‘zanier’ antics and while I might try to put a stop to them in pursuit of my purpose, that does not mean I don’t appreciate your company. Call me Logan… Or if you must, Teacher,” he allowed the last bit with a nod to Roman who had been calling him that on and off since the twins formed. The prince beamed at Logan’s official acceptance of that nickname.

“Logan is not only similar to my title, but it also refers to Logos, arguments based on reason.”

Patton clapped his hands in excitement.

“You wanna officially introduce yourselves too kiddo’s?” he asked the twins.

Roman nodded eagerly. “You know me as the Prince! Thomas’ honor, dreams and creative exploits are my top priority. I may get carried away by that sometimes. Therefore I want you to know, that even when I don’t act like it, I know that you all care for me, and I care for you in return.” Fear might be imagining it, but he felt like that was added for his benefit. It was a relief though. He was really starting to worry he was making his closest friends hate him.

Please call me Roman,” Prince bowed. “It refers to the great Roman Empire and Romance! The most epic of adventures!” he explained proudly.

“I am the Duke! And I just want to have a good time. I like you guys though! Even if you’re boring sometimes. Call me Remus!”

Everyone chuckles. If Remus had wanted to shock them, he would’ve joined in the mushy reintroduction theme. But he was being his classical self.

Though now that Fear thought about it… Had Remus put more thought in his name than just that it related to Roman’s? Should they talk about this?

“Alright! Just two more! Fear? Do you want to go next?” Morality asked kindly.

Fear snapped out of his miniature crisis.

“Um… Okay…” he sighed, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. “I’m fear,” for now. “And I’ll worry a lot. And I’ll second guess whether we should do anything a lot. Even when I get my way, I’ll wonder if that was the right thing. But, I just want everyone to be safe. I… You can call me Virgil.”

Everyone smiled at him. “I see. It’s a play on ‘Vigilant’ and a reference to the Roman poet of the same name. Thomas researched him recently for a school project,” Logan deduced.

“Um… Yeah. He sounded pretty cool,” Virgil admitted, feeling a bit better now that that part was over.

“It’s a great name Virgil,” Patton assured him.

“Indeed! A wonderful fit!” Roman agreed. Virgil smiled and relaxed. He’d been worried they’d think it was weird.

Then everyone turned to Deceit.

“I’m not telling,” he smirked deviously.

“Come on!” Roman complained.

“Even if I did. How are you so sure I’d be telling the truth?” he asked coyly as he studied his nails.

Virgil rolled his eyes. Dee and his dramatics. But, Virgil had promised Dee that he would have his back.

“If he isn’t ready to tell us then that’s fine. Right?” he spoke up.

The others exchanged glances. “I suppose,” Roman groaned reluctantly. Not a fan of not being in on secrets.

“Virgil has a good point. Deceit can tell us whenever he feels ready,” Patton agreed.

Everyone left it at that and went back to work.

Then the dreaded doctor’s visit came. Everyone was sitting listening tensely as the doctor explained things to mother.

Virgil was curled up in the middle, flanked by Roman and Patton. Remus was standing with Deceit and Logan a few steps back.

Anxiety. Virgil was now officially, Anxiety. He hated it.

Roman had one arm around his shoulders and squeezed it. “It’s not so bad…” he tried.

“Thomas is going to hate me,” Virgil stated. Of course he would. Fear was bad enough, but Anxiety?

Roman frowned. “No he won’t!” he insisted. And then Thomas spoke up.

“So… It’s like having a very protective friend in my head?” he asked nervously.

Virgil’s head shot up. What… How?

“Roman! That’s so sweet!” Patton smiled proudly.

Virgil blinked up at Roman while the doctor chuckled and agreed that that was a good way to look at it.

“Your… Friend, can be overly cautious though. And sometimes he will make you think things are worse than they are. He may assume bad things will happen when there is no reason to think that. And sometimes he might think you are in real danger when you are not. So it is important to learn how to work with him. Ready to help your anxiety out Thomas?”

Thomas nodded and Virgil felt like he could cry.

“Thanks Ro…” he smiled.

“Of course V. I wasn’t going to let some doctor talk badly about my best friend,” he stated firmly.

Virgil relaxed a little and Thomas followed suit.

Things didn’t exactly suddenly go over roses now that Thomas was aware of Virgil’s intentions.

And Virgil was not rid of his old demons.

“Hey,” he muttered as he approached the twins in the dream room. A stress bunny jumping around his feet.

“Virgil… There is something right… There,” Roman pointed out, gesturing to the bunny.

“I know… I can’t get it to go away,” Virgil sighed tiredly as he sat down and curled up on himself.

“… Why not?” Remus wondered. Virgil always made the doubts go away somehow.

“Because this one is my own thoughts, not Thomas’.” Virgil explained.

“Can we help?” Roman offered, hating to see his friend suffer.

“Can…” Virgil’s eyes filled with tears. “Can you promise you won’t leave?” he sobbed. The thought had been plaguing him on and off for ages, and now it just would not go away.

Remus and Roman sat themselves down, flanking Virgil’s shaking frame.

“Why would you think that?” Roman asked perplexed.

“He did. I… I didn’t protect him right and he left!” he sobbed. The twins looked at each other shocked. They knew who he was talking about. King.

They remembered how broken Virgil had been when they formed. They’d felt bad for being the reason he was hurting.

“Well, we aren’t going anywhere. Teasing you is way too much fun!” Remus cackled a little uncomfortable with the looming shadow of their previous form hanging over their heads.

“Indeed! I would be a rather sorry excuse for a prince if I left my most trusted knight behind wouldn’t I?”

Virgil looked up at them. He wanted to believe them so badly.

“Promise?” he insisted.

“Hope to die, stick my but full of cacti!” Remus nodded as he crossed his heart, making Virgil chuckle lightly.

“I solemnly swear that I shall not permit myself to leave your side in any permanent manner,” Roman vowed.

Virgil took in a deep breath and saw the bunny dissolve, it was enough…

It really wasn’t.

“Why not?” Roman demanded.

“Because people will be staring and when we mess up everyone will laugh at us!” Virgil replied.

“Why are you suddenly like this!? You used to love my ideas?” the prince wondered. Virgil was too worked up to notice the way his voice broke and the silent plea in his eye. He would realize all this later though, when all he could do about it was berate himself for it for months to come.

“I’ve always been like this Roman! I’m trying to keep us safe! You used to not be covered in bruises all the time from the other kids being mean to Thomas!” he countered indicating the fresh mark on the Prince’s cheek.

Roman flinched away and covered the mark self-consciously. “Well, I’m sorry I’m not as perfect as I used to be! I’m trying!”

That shut Virgil up. “Princey… I’m sorry, I never meant to make you feel like you did something wrong,” he whispered.

Roman was fighting to hold back tears now. He couldn’t cry. Heroes don’t cry.

“You say that but, you haven’t really hung out with us for weeks. You are always of chasing shadows and when you aren’t… Is it me? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry I’m not him. I’m working so hard to be like him though. I just, don’t know how he kept you happy,” Roman confessed, not looking at Virgil, playing with the edge of his shirt instead.

“Roman, I never wanted you or Remus to be him. And I was different back then too. Dealing with me was easier back then. K-” Suddenly Virgil felt his hand clasp in front of his mouth. What…? Deceit.

Virgil frowned and managed to release his hold of his mouth.

“Give me a second Ro. I’ll be right back. We can talk about this while watching a movie or something okay? And… We’ll see about trying out later. Maybe I was… doing those negative thinking things the doctor told us about,” Virgil allowed. Roman looked up at him with a shaky smile.

“Really? You’ll hear me out?” he asked.

“Really. I shouldn’t have shut you down like that,” Virgil acknowledged. He did that sometimes. Let his job overtake his own judgement. The thoughts were just so hard to ignore sometimes.

Now however he had a snake to deal with.

“Janus!” Virgil growled when he got to the willow. He and Remus were told Jan’s name a while ago.

Why them and not the rest neither knew but they kept the secret.

“What is it Virgil?” Janus drawled as he got up from his spot in the grass.

“Why did you make K… Him taboo?” Virgil growled. He could understand Janus’ position on most things. Though they rarely agreed. Virgil had supported the others in the decision to stay true to Thomas’ true self as opposed to pretending so they could fit in. He wasn’t sure if he liked the consequences of this decision, but the alternative had filled him with even more dread. He could not let Thomas put himself in a situation where every action actually had to be second guessed in order to keep up the act.

Janus had understood his position too and there were no hard feelings.

But this… This was a bit too far.

“No use in dwelling on the past Virgil. Surely you see that? The taboo has been in place for years and you only now noticed?” Janus pointed out.

“Because no one else was talking about him! Do you know how often I hid away to mourn him on my own because I thought no one cared!?” Virgil demanded. Janus was a bit taken aback by this and even looked a little guilty. He had resented Patton for using Virgil’s grief to get closer to him, but was making King a taboo really necessary? Had it been right to deny Virgil the ability to talk through his grief?

“That’s not important though. Roman is asking about him and I don’t care if you hated him. Roman needs…”

Suddenly Virgil was shoved against the tree, a hand on his throat.

“How dare you? How dare you say that I hated him!?” Janus growled. “You know nothing!”

“Wha… What am I supposed to think?” Virgil gasped. “With how you always hid from him. What he did to you. And how you treated the twins at first,” he explained as he tried to break free from the grasp. “You never told me anything. No one did. Not even him!”

Then the grip was gone and Virgil fell to his knees. Coughing something fierce.

“I’m sorry. You are right,” Janus admitted, trying to collect himself again. He shouldn’t let it get to him. It’s been years.

“But the past is in the past. There is no use upsetting anyone by bringing it up,” Janus decided. “Roman thinks he’s falling short. I need to talk about Him to explain that he isn’t!” Virgil insisted.

Janus was silent for a moment. “Fine. You have an hour.” Janus allowed.

Virgil didn’t waste a moment and hurried to Roman’s room where he found everything set up for movie night.

“Are you sure you have time for a movie? We can do this some other day or…” Roman wondered, playing with his sash nervously.

Virgil rarely saw Roman so insecure. Only when they were alone together. Was it ecause he was anxiety? Did he somehow affect the others the way his corner of the mind would?

Or maybe, maybe Roman just let down his guard around him. Remus had that with Jan, Virgil could tell the chaotic side went to the willow when he was feeling down and he was always in better spirits when he returned. It was a relief to know that Remus had someone to rely on when Virgil couldn’t be there.

King used to sometimes show him a brief glimpse into his fears and insecurities, but that was it. Virgil couldn’t recall a single time he actually admitted to those things out loud. He might’ve that day. But not to him.

Virgil didn’t know why Roman would turn to him of all sides if that was what this was, but he would do his best to be there for him regardless.

“I’m never sure. But I made a decision. Let’s do this,” Virgil said as he sat down next to Roman who started the movie. Virgil didn’t even register which one it was. Just that it had the Disney theme music at the start.

“King was my first friend,” he started.

“He was… larger than life. Always seemed to know just what to do, though he was winging it most of the time. Making a plan was not his strong suit,” he recalled fondly.

“He messed up a lot actually, though I didn’t always see it like that at the time.

He had a very hard time listening to others. Pat and Logan had the hardest time getting through to him. He would take time to listen to me, but mostly to put my worries at ease. Sometimes that would lead to an idea and he’d be off creating something. I remember chasing after him a lot.

He struggled giving other’s credit for their work at times, though he tried, he just always had to work in a complement for himself as well. And you would never catch him admitting he had flaws.

I cared about him. More than I ever got to tell him. But he wasn’t perfect Ro. And that was fine by me,” he explained. Roman was listening with wide eyes to this story, the most he’d ever heard anyone say of his and Remus’ original form. This was the most he’d heard Virgil say in one go to be honest.

“Was he handsome?” he then asked.

Virgil laughed at that. “Really? That’s what you want to know?”

Roman’s firm nod made Virgil roll his eyes. “I guess,” he shrugged. “Not as handsome as you though,” he assured the prince. Roman chuckled and punched Virgil’s shoulder. “Stop it! You’ll make me blush!”

They laughed together a bit and then Virgil got serious again.

“My happiness didn’t fall solely on him though. Pat and Lo were there for me too. Even Dee helped out a few times though we only really got close after… Anyway. It wasn’t his job to make me happy, and it isn’t yours. We do this stuff together, all of us. Right?”

Roman nodded. Right. The six of them together. It was hard to remember that he could rely on them sometimes. He was a Prince. Wasn’t he supposed to be able to fix things on his own? To protect them?

But Virgil doesn’t lie… So maybe he could try to allow himself to need the others…

Then Virgil sighed. “IF, we try out, we have to be super prepared. I don’t want to hear you complain about having to practice our audition song over and over. Got it?”

Roman’s face lit up at that. “You mean it?” he asked.

“IF,” Virgil repeated. “We have to talk about it with the others first. This’ll affect all of us,” Virgil warned. “And only if you promise.”

Roman nodded. “I promise! Let’s go tell the rest now!” And just like that the movie was abandoned in favor of rushing to meet the others in the front of the mind.

Needless to say Thomas got cast and while it all was a lot of hard work, Thomas never felt so at home as in the theater.

[thedwergjedoedel16]

Guess who is cosplaying The Trashman!!💚🐙 The content will be posted after I'm done posting all the Bakugo content (which is a lot so it will take a while😅) I hope you guys like the cosplay, I sure loved making some of the accessories like the eyeball and the belt👁🐙 - - - - - #remussanders #remus #sandersides #tss #darkside #intrusivethoughts #creativity #creativitytwins #sanderstwin #trashman #theduke #duky https://www.instagram.com/p/CHdwW9_nWru/?igshid=wb7dnfxe8ac8

[on-fic-writing-spree]

Prompt on the angsty side:

"I'm here! I'm here and I love you! Why won't you see that?!"

I don't have an idea of the pairing involved unless you want to go with CreativityTwins, otherwise I figured you could take free reign.

(warnings for unsympathetic / uncompassionate Patton, kind of inspired by @aidensm8 unsympathetic Patton art so honestly go check it out it’s GORGEOUS dhjdjfjfn but for the record I got permission before posting this since the entire idea isn’t originally my own)

“He can’t hear you, you know,” a voice spoke from behind Remus, quiet and gentle. Quiet steps echoed the empty imagination as Remus stared ahead of himself, frustrated beyond belief, his eyebrows furrowed as he glared at the glass separation wall in front of him, preventing him from getting into Roman’s side of the imagination. They hadn’t split it before. Roman never shut him off. “It was only a matter of time. I wish I could’ve prepared you better,” the voice spoke again.

“You’re wrong,” Remus said flat out, clear anger in the seven year old’s voice, his hands clenched into small fists. “You’re wrong, you’re wrong, you’re wrong! He can hear me, see me, I know he can! I know it!” he shouted, throwing his hands at the glass that only echoed the noise. Unlike the normal child that would so often throw a tantrum then carry on, Remus didn’t let up, not even though Janus didn’t try and stop him or calm him. Janus knew Remus was hurting. He was too, but that wasn’t Remus’s responsibility, and he rather hoped Remus couldn’t tell. Though Remus had undoubtedly heard him crying once or twice, he tried his best to keep it out of Remus’s sight. Not that any of it mattered now, both Roman and Virgil gone.

Remus let his fists crash against the wall another time, both in fists before hitting them flat. “I’m here! I’m here, Roman! Can’t you see me? I’m here, Roman! Why won’t you see me?” he shouted, tears strolling all the way down his face and dripping off his chin, along with plenty of snot. But Janus only took a few steps forward, still letting Remus have his space, wanting to let Remus get it out of him before comforting him. Remus let his forehead drop against the glass, letting out a sob before looking over to Janus. Even through blurred tears, he could still make out the frown that Janus held on his face, a clearly pained expression. And Remus ran to him, clinging to him and wrapping his arms around his waist as much as the child could. “Why can’t he see me?” he cried.

Janus kneeled down and pulled Remus close to his chest, hugging and holding him tightly as the child cried, and Janus ignored the amount of spit, snot, and tears that soaked his shirt. “Patton took him away. I’m sorry, Remus. I’m so, so sorry,” he answered, his voice choking out. “I’m sorry I didn’t do better. I’ll do anything I can to fix it, I swear.”

“I want my brother.”

“I know you do,” he whispered. “I want him back too.”

[candied-peach]

ao3: “icing infinity” rating: T warnings: food, autistic patton, LAMP genre: fluff description: Patton makes cookies for autism acceptance month. His boyfriends help. for anon prompt: "I just wanted to know if you could write some autistic LAMP or Logicality, usually Logan or the creativitytwins are hc autistic, but I really like autistic Patton. :'))

One of Patton's hands beats a happy rhythm in the air as he dances around the kitchen, pulling down the ingredients he needs to make cookies. He normally prefers to make chocolate chip cookies (they're his favorite, especially with extra chocolate chunks), but he wants to decorate these and for that, he prefers sugar cookies.

"You forgot your apron," Virgil says, poking his head around the corner. Patton's cheeks flush pink when he spies his apron, neatly folded over one chair.

"Thank you, Virge!" Patton says, grabbing it and tying it on. It's baby blue in color, with the words "all you knead is love" written in curly script over a loaf of bread. "I'm making cookies, want to help me?"

"Sure," Virgil says, skulking properly into the kitchen, hands tucked in his jeans pockets. He rocks back and forth on his heels as he watches Patton work. "How uh, how can I help?"

"Why don't you take the big mixing bowl-" Patton points. Appropriately, it's light purple. "-and start mixing the dry ingredients. I have the recipe out, but you can ask me for help!"

"Okay," Virgil says hesitantly, grabbing the bag of flour and getting to work.

"Pat? Have you seen Virgil, he's left his- Oh," Logan says, coming to a stop. "Well, I suppose I don't have to ask you where Virgil is anymore, do I."

"He's right there," Patton says, helpfully pointing a wooden spoon in Virgil's direction.

"You left your chewelry in my room last night," Logan says, depositing a silicone purple bat in Virgil's hand. Virgil immediately goes crimson as he stuffs it into his pocket.

"Chewelry?" Patton asks. "What's that?"

"It is jewelry that is meant to be chewed on," Logan explains. "Virgil uses it to calm his anxiety. Have you never seen it, Patton?"

"No," Patton says, curiosity piqued. "It sounds interesting."

"Here," Logan says, concentrating for a moment. He hands Patton a chocolate chip cookie-shaped one. "You can chew on it and it's safe. Much safer than biting on your fingers, for instance, or chewing your lip."

"I do that a lot," Patton admits. He looks down at the stim jewelry in his hands. "Here goes nothing!" He says brightly, slinging the necklace over his neck and popping the edge of the silicone in his mouth.

"Oh!" He exclaims in delight a second later, his voice muffled by the chewelry in his mouth. "This is nice!" He flaps both hands in the air, his fingers a blur, as Virgil and Logan look on, smiling.

"Roman could probably make you a bunch of different ones," Logan says. "If you wanted." Patton nods eagerly.

"Back to cookies!" He says, spitting out the stim jewelry and letting it dangle against his shirt. "Do you think Roman wants to help, too?"

"I shall retrieve him," Logan says, volunteering. "If it involves anything creative, he is 'in', as they say."

"I got all the dry ingredients, I think," Virgil says, pushing the mixing bowl Patton's way. "Is that right?"

"Looks right to me," Patton says, cheerful. "Now, let's see if we can finish mixing the cookie dough before Ro and Lo get back!" He giggles at his turn of phrase, and even Virgil can't help the snort that escapes his mouth.

They finish just as Logan and Roman return, Roman with a smear of glitter across one cheek.

"Ooh, cookies!" Roman says. "What kind, Pat?"

"Sugar cookies!" Patton says. "So we can decorate them easier. I have lots of red icing and all the colors of the rainbow!"

"Sounds good to me," Roman says, with a grandiloquent flourish. "Love the apron, by the way." Patton's face turns happy pink as he glances down at his clothes, now lightly flour-dusted.

"You like it?" He asks. Roman nods.

"It is...perhaps...creative word play," Logan acknowledges. It looks like it caused him physical pain to admit it. Patton grins, bouncing on his toes.

Thanks to mind palace physics, the timer goes off a few minutes later and Patton is free to pull out all the sugar cookies, putting them gingerly on cooling racks and pushing a rack toward each person.

"Decoration time!" He announces. Virgil tentatively pokes one cookie, surprised when it doesn't burn him.

Patton finds his new stim accessory tucked firmly in his mouth as he decorates, absently chewing as he smears red icing across the surface of one cookie and ponders how best to create a rainbow infinity sign on another.

"This is nice," Roman says, with a soft sigh. "I was going to go adventuring in the Imagination this afternoon, but-" He looks around at all his boyfriends. "This is better."

"I was just gonna listen to My Chemical Romance all day," Virgil mumbles, adding a thick layer of red icing to the cookie in front of him. Patton turns curious eyes onto Logan, who looks like he is trying to draw a brain on his cookie in pink and white.

"I was going to read an Agatha Christie novel," Logan says. "But I have to agree with the rest of you. This is far more enjoyable."

"Because we're together," Patton says. It comes out muffled, thanks to the silicone cookie, and his boyfriends look at him in confusion. He hastily spits it out again and repeats himself.

"Agreed," Logan says. "Do you like it?" He holds up his cookie. Red borders it on all sides, and he's managed a very passable imitation of a brain.

"I love it," Patton says genuinely. "All of it."

The infinity sign he manages is a little lopsided on one side, but he thinks it's never looked more beautiful.

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[deceptive-jo]

Twinkling

(I need to write more CreativityTwins.)

Remus witnesses Roman preparing decorations.

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“This looks so cool!” Roman turned away at the shout and put the new light ball in the basket with the others. “You think so?” The absolutely earnest compliment stunned him. Did his brother actually like this work? Remus was leaning forward to glance into the basket. “Duh, you’re just pulling light out of your fingers! How’d ya do that?” “Well I just kinda pull...from the warmth inside me I guess and then I form a ball, like this”, he repeated the process while explaining and another glowing orb appeared, “I guess it’s something about Christmas time, y’know...love, friends and family. Patton and I have a lot of energy right now so some year we just decided to start decorating the Mindscape with this.” Lifting up the light he stopped to think. “Did those not appear in your half too?” Remus shrugged his shoulders but the answer was pretty clear. “Not a lot of warmth over at our place. But we can make up now!”

Immediately the shine in his eyes returned and Roman felt relieve overcome him. He was kinda sorry for his brother’s missed opportunities as it was, they didn’t need to add more to the pile. “You wanna help?” Remus looked tempted but vehemently shook his head, “Nah, I’ll just ruin it...” Roman threw him a concerned glance but didn’t know to ask further. So they just sat there, Remus unusually quiet while Roman worked on one light after the other.

Once there were enough they set off into the mind palace to place them in their home. At first it was only Roman who let them float out into the air but as he noticed Remus’ reluctance a ball of light got pressed into his hand- and promptly evaporated. Roman looked at the little smoke cloud in shock, nearly missing the distressed face of his brother. “Hey it’s fine!”, he was quick to reassure him as he pulled a pair of black silk gloves out of nowhere, “those could help.” Remus carefully reached for another light orb and pulled it out, a look of surprise and wonder painted on his face. “It’s so warm!”, he exclaimed. With an encouraging nod from his brother he threw the sphere into the air where it stayed, sluggishly bobbing up and down. Remus’ eyes were still stuck to the light but Roman was studying his twin brother’s face, trying to memorize every wrinkle around his eyes and mouth, the way his eyes reflected the bright light and just soaked up every amount of happiness he exceeded. They had lived long enough without a happy Christmas after all.