#sanders sides oneshots for the soul

[cobythinks]

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

AHHHH oh god that's such a hard question!! There's definitely fics that I forget I wrote, and definitely ones that I'll never forget, but as for just a favorite? I'll stick to the stuff I have on AO3, because my fanfic dot net stories were sooo long ago

Paralytic Memory will always be so close to my heart, and so will the L.A.W. series I did in the Sanders Sides fandom a few years ago!

My current project is also already something I know I'll never be able to recreate, Divided Soul has been such a fun project and practice for fantasy. Another really recent one is the immortal AU I just finished the main fic of, but I might write some oneshots for just because I still think about it so much.

^-^ I just love to write, honestly! Every project is fun, and great practice, but those are the ones that'll stand out for me for a longggg time at least!

[ralexsol]

it saddens me that the one-shot culture has taken over ao3.

i don’t see many people talking about it, because of exactly what i just said - the culture has taken over. most people don’t notice it because they’re just readers and they want something short and sweet. but as a longfic writer, it’s crippling to me.

maybe it’s different in other fandoms. but with ninjago, sanders sides, and the dream smp, it’s been the same problem. nobody really reads longfics.

there are a few exceptions - the big names. like with dsmp, you have “heat waves” and “passerine.” but outside of that? not much.

maybe i’m just a bad writer of descriptions, but my completed dsmp 27-chapter 180k-word longfic that i released a new chapter of every week without fail last year? 3790 hits. “oh, well that’s quite a lot-” with only 16 bookmarks and 68 kudos.

for comparison, my 714 word tintin oneshot has 545 hits and 73 kudos. im too tired to do math atm, but the ratio of hits to kudos for the oneshot is abysmally larger than my dsmp longfic.

i don’t know what i’m doing wrong. i made it clear that i was a perfectly consistent updater of reasonably long chapters (5k-8k words each). i had a set number of chapters instead of the eluding (?). i had an engaging, original story with almost every character from the dsmp. i maxed out the tags with the shitton of stuff that’s in the book - and actually went 15 over the mark the first time i went through everything. this should be a treasure for dsmp fans.

but then i realize what it is. it’s the fact that nobody does this, with few exceptions. nobody spends hundreds of hours crafting an intricate, high-fantasy dystopian longfics that’re longer than the fucking fellowship of the ring. nobody does that because nobody reads that.

all i see when i search shipping tags is oneshot after oneshot, in both the dsmp and the jrwi fandom. any fics longer than one chapter have the annoying (?) that tells you the author doesn’t actually know if they’re gonna finish it, that they don’t have a full plan.

i get that people are busy. i get that fandom culture is supposed to be fun and games. but when i pour my heart & fucking soul into creating a masterpiece, i want people to read it. i want people to theorize, to enjoy it.

i have 23 comments on the 1st proxies fic of mine (the dsmp longfic). the 2nd one, which i’m publishing/writing right now, has 3 - all by the same person, commenting once per chapter. do you understand why i’m so upset by this?

i’ve also been publishing the books on quotev, which has always been my home base in regards to fanfic-posting. the difference in reception is mind-boggling. for the 1st book, i had around 7-10 people posting their thoughts and theories on every chapter. and it was the same for my sanders sides series, lies! people read it, engaged with it, and stuck with it. they interacted with me on my activity post, where i would give hints for the next chapters. they cared about it, because they actually wanted a story and not just another fluffy oneshot that’s been done 50 times before.

but it’s not enough. i’m trying so hard to stay motivated, but i don’t think it’s hard to imagine why my determination is failing. i’m so busy with school and new hyperfixations - just roll with it, back to the future/michael j. fox - as well as working on a jrwi animatic! i have so many other things to do, but proxies is always nagging at me, because i don’t want to give up on it.

it’s a daunting road, writing a longfic. i succeeded last year, but just barely. i was so burnt out that i didn’t touch microsoft word for 3 months, and the last 3 months of writing the book was like nails on chalkboard. knowing how hard it will be towards the end, i’m scared of trying again.

proxies fans on quotev tell me that i don’t have to have a regular updating schedule. but although they might stick with me, ao3 won’t - the very few people that read it on there. they’ll move on to their new oneshots and forget about the message i’m trying to share.

and then there’s the fact that i want to move on from fanfiction and write my own books. but i definitely can’t do both at the same time, and i don’t know how long proxies #2 will drag out.

so, please. if you’re mainly a one-shot reader, try a longfic. find one that is promising and make the time to read it. comment on all the chapters, share your ideas, interact with the author. they will adore you for it, and it might just give them the push they need to see it through. it’s a small moment for you, but it could literally change their life.

[logicality-vs-prinxiety]

What're We Learning Today, Mr. Logan?

Pairing/s: Logicality (mentioned)

The room was filled with laughter and yelling as Logan entered. He sauntered into the desk as he announced his arrival to the class, "Class! Settle down now, we're about to start the lesson." Students started walking to their seats in all directions as Logan made himself comfortable behind the desk.

When the class was settled, one of the students got curious and piped up, "What're we learning today, Mr. Logan?"

Logan smiled at the boy. "Ah," He started, "Today, Roman, we will be learning about... Baby animals." He had to pause a bit, he was still not quite used to this new audience.

Another student spoke up, "I love animals! Especially snakes! Snakes are cool!"

"What about baby dragons? Also, are witches animals?" Roman gasped at a realization, "What about dragon witches?!"

Logan chuckled at the boys' enthusiasm. It was so different than what he was used to. He was used to grumpy teenagers ignoring him and sleeping during his lessons or using their phones under their desks thinking he can't see them. Not tiny, enthusiastic preschoolers who actually enjoy learning. Learning! He thought kids hated that!

"Alright, alright. Before we start, does anyone want to share names of baby animals that they know?" A couple of tiny hands rise in the air, he called on a kid wearing a purple sweater with a stormcloud patch on it.

"Spiderlings!"

After that, the answers just came one right after the other, despite Logan not calling on anyone else.

"Cub!"

"Caterpillar!"

"Tadpoles!"

"Joeys!"

It seems like little kids are not only excited to learn, but also to share their knowledge. Logan was so glad he made the the decision to switch from the high school department to preschool. He was growing tired of the edgy teenagers trying to make out in empty classrooms, he needed something a little more wholesome.

Logan realized he should have done this years ago. The reason he suddenly did this now is because him and his husband, Patton, are considering adoption. They were worried about whether they will be good parents or not. Logan was sure that Patton will be, but he was unsure about himself. He wanted to have a family with his husband but he didn't know if he could handle having a child. So here he is now, a science teacher for preschoolers.

"Yes, those are all correct! Would you like to learn more? Raise your hand if you'd like to know more!" Almost the entire class raised their hands, and for the first time in months, Logan genuinely smiled while in a classroom.

Before making this decision, he was hesitant. What if he just proved to himself that he wouldn't be a good dad? What if he couldn't handle it and broke down in front of the kids?

But now that he was finally standing in front of them, he felt nothing but joy. It was in this moment Logan realized: he loves kids. They were curious, eager to learn, and full of innocent fun!

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

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teacher!logan with preschoolers uwu

find it on wattpad, 'sanders sides oneshots for the soul' by wroammin!!!!!

how was it????? if you have any feedback let me know!!!!!!!!!

[royally-anxious]

was just thinkin about some virgil angst like always n

so yknow how when you’re just feeling rlly anxious you tend to be really irritable?? (i think you know where im going with this) so imagine one day one of the sides just oversteps by just one insult or joke about virgil, and he crumbles.

everything he’s worked towards comes crashing down because that was the one thing to flip the switch of giving up and forgetting everything you’ve done to get better and just losing it.

he screams at them while crying because his feelings are too much and he’s tired of keeping it all inside to himself and the sides just stand there in shock.

roman doesn’t know what to do.

logan just stands there, his head hanging down.

patton tries to reach out to comfort virgil but any kind of contact is too much and virgil just flinches away and swats at his hand to get it away from him and patton is just heartbroken and confused because this has never happened where he can’t help him.

and this post is far too long for a random idea i had 

[noperopesaredope]

Fics That I Really Like A Lot

So, I just wanted to make a post uplifting some really great fics I’ve read/am subscribed to or still keeping up with. I like to let people know about other creators, and I just wanted to mention some works I think people should check out.

(Note, this post was made on Sep 2, 2021, so when I say something is recent, I mean compared to when I made this post)

Tangled the Series Fics (Mostly Varian Fics):

Walls of Stone (Finished)

Varian and Whumptober 2020 (Series) (Finished) (Sidenote; I really like this author in general, but there is just so much great whump and extreme angst in this series! Says they are but a humble freshman, but I say they are a very skilled freshman!)

How Pneumonia Stopped a Stubborn Alchemist from Descending into Villainy (Finished)

Screw Treasure, I got Trauma (Finished)

Tangled One-shots (Series) (Finished? I Think?)

Voluntary Manslaughter (Finished)

I’ll Always Lend an Ear (Finished)

Drown Your Past, Burn your Future (Series) (Unfinished, but still going strong)

Scars of a Child (Series) (Unfinished)

Unrelenting Silence (Finished)

Where was the happily ever after? (Finished? Unsure)

All our Dreams (Down the Drain) (Unfinished)

Not All Falling Stars Grant Wishes (Finished)

Alchemy Lullaby (Series) (Finished)

Insignificant (Finished)

Second Chances (Almost finished)

The Pawn Decides Its Fate (Finished)

Unsaid Emily (Finished)

Today, Today (Finished)

The Pride in Your Eyes (Unfinished, but still somewhat new)

Monster (Finished)

You Are Enough (Finished)

An Alchemist’s World (Unfinished, but the first four chapters could definitely work as a standalone fic, so, in my eyes it’s finished)

Too Smart for Your Own Good (Unfinished, going strong)

To find the Sundrop (Unfinished)

There’s More in You (Unfinished)

The Science of Love (Unfinished, going very strong)

Season 2 But Gayer (Unfinished, going strong-ish)

On My Honor (Series) (Unfinished, going extremely strong with consistant updates)

A Prince and His Bodyguard (Series) (Unfinished, going strong)

Rocks, Wolves, and the Moon (Series) (Unfinished, going strong)

Return to Me (Unfinished, going strong)

Perilous Night (Unfinished, possibly discontinued, but worth a bit of the read)

Nomad (Unfinished, author is working on multiple projects, so IDK)

No Reward for Second Place (Unfinished, but fairly new and somewhat well updated)

Oath of the Lawbreaker (Unfinished, possibly discontinued)

New Quest for Varian (Unfinished, fairly new)

My Dear Son (Unfinished)

Insignificant (Finished)

Indentured (Unfinished, same author as Nomad)

Enter the mind, remove the sins (Unfinished, going pretty strong)

Darkness exists to make the light truely count (Unfinished, going strong. Updated about every month or two, with consistency)

Creeping Crystals (Unfinished, but going somewhat strong)

Blood of My Brother (Unfinished, going as one of the strongest in its fast updates)

Cyclorama (Finished) (Companion to Blood of My Brother)

Chemistry in Motion (Unfinished)

Away from Home (Unfinished)

Alone? (Unfinished-ish)

It’s just a mild inconvenience (Unfinished, possibly discontinued)

Gauze in the Wound (Unfinished, pretty consistent last I checked)

Blood Makes the Knife Holy (Series) (Unfinished, but each part could work as their own fics, and it’s still going)

A Progression of Events (Unfinished)

He Needs Me (Unfinished, going strong)

Or So They Though (Unfinished, going pretty strong)

The Long Road Back to Home (Unfinished, hasn’t been updated in a bit, but is pretty long and each chapter could take about a couple months to finish, and even longer if the creator is stuck/has other fics. Still worth the read)

The Road Home (Different) (Unfinished)

Reunion at Sea (Unfinished, going strong)

Elements of Angst (Unfinished, probably updated soon)

Arson (Unfinished, every time it think that maybe it’s been discontinued, it comes back)

Unconventional Family (Unfinished, possibly discontinued)

To find the Sundrop (Unfinished)

Wayward AU (Comic) (Unfinished, pretty consistent)

RWBY (Mainly Oscar Fics):

It’s Venomous (Finished)

Will you stand and be brave or be broken? (Finished)

Oscar Gets Himself a Coat (Finished)

Who You Belong To (Finished)

Imperfect Light (Finished)

Shell (Finished)

Blood on Both Hands (Finished)

Tell Me that I am a Fool (Finished)

If i believed in destiny i'd have to hunt it down and punch it in the face (Series) (Unfinished, can have the occasionally long hiatus, but the creator comes back)

Is Oscar okay? no but the answer is b (Finished)

Running From Memories (Finished)

Rescue Me (Unfinished)

Souls of Love and Bravery (Unfinished, relatively consistent updates)

Revert To Last Save File (but it's the wrong file) (Unfinished, but still going)

Broken Body and Souls (Finished)

Camp Camp:

David’s Family (Unfinished, possibly discontinued)

Horror Camp (A little too much child whump for me, but it’s very whumpy) (Unfinished)

Inconvenience (Unfinished)

Still Here (One of my favs) (Finished)

Hetalia (Mainly America and Canada Centric):

Recovering the Broken Pieces (Unfinished, possibly discontinued)

Hetalia 2020 - WWIII and more (Unfinished)

(More fics in the crossover section)

She-ra (Quite a few Kyle ones):

The Chronicles of Kyle (Unfinished)

Sunflowers (Finished)

She-Ra: In the Wake (Unfinished)

Princesses and co. work through their issues (Unfinished)

What is Heard (Cannot be Unheard) (Finished)

Long Way Home (Unfinished)

The Hollowed of Etheria (Discontinued. For now at least. Author might revamp it)

Hordak and the Orphans of the Horde (Unfinished)

Big Sis (Finished)

Ex-Horde (Finished? Pretty good on its own though)

Prisoner of Conscience (Unfinished, still going strong)

Tales of Arcadia (Mostly Douxie Fics):

The Immortal Bonds (Unfinished, going strong)

I Can Make RotT So Much Worse (Unfinished, going strong)

Not After 900 Years (Finished)

A Different Path (Finished)

Half-Remembered (Finished)

Shattered Timelines (Unfinished, going strong)

In the Fullness of Time (Unfinished, updated recently)

One Last Time (Unfinished, updated recently)

Tales of Arcadia Watch Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans (Unfinished)

Crossover Fics:

Sold (TTS/HtTYD) (Finished) (Author is really good at angsty oneshots that should be made into full fics)

Varian’s Mysterious Transport (TTS/Infinity Train) (Unfinished, unexpected updates)

Of Rocks and Robots (TTS/Big Hero Six) (Series) (Unfinished, very consistent)

(Like the moon) I'll sway the tide and lead you astray (TTS/HtTYD) (Unfinished, haven’t read in a while)

Heathers and other fandoms react to stuff (Multifandom Crossover Fanfiction) (Unfinished, confusing update schedule, not every fandom gets much spotlight, still incredibly fun)

Chemistry in Motion (TTS/Big Hero Six) (Unfinished)

The Weight of Both Worlds (Hetalia/RWBY) (Series) (Finished) (My favorite fic ever)

Infinity (Hetalia/BNHA) (Unfinished, possibly discontinued)

G8 china in UA, 1-S class! (Hetalia/BNHA) (Unifinished, possibly dicontinued)

That Which Makes Up This Land (Hetalia/ATLA) (Unfinished, author is editing and reposting all their series, which could take about a year, but it will be back)

A Waterbending Quirk (ATLA/BNHA) (Unfinished, going strong)

Other Fics:

Earth is Odd Enough (Sanders Sides) (Unfinished)

UA Faculty Tiktok OCs (BNHA) (Webtoon) (Check out https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63lWYueDsek&t=208s, she’s amazing) (Unfinished. The Tiktoks, on the otherhand, are very much still going)

Harry Potter and the Lack of Lambsauce (Harry Potter) (Finished)

Grinch x Tony the Tiger (You know) (Unfinished)

Flowey is Not a Good Life Coach (Undertale) (Finished)

It Wears a Mask (MCU Spiderman) (Finished)

A Different Fate (Harry Potter) (Finished)

A crack in the glass (eye) (ATLA) (Finished)

Identity Saga (MCU Spiderman) (Series) (Unfinished, author is very dedicated to fic and is incredibly determined to finish it, so highly unlikely to be discontinued)

Bakery Enemies AU (Miraculous Ladybug) (Comic) (Unfinished, going strong)

Authors I Like:

AquaQuadrant aka @aquaquadrant (probably know them if you’re in the Varian fandom. Ridiculously talented)

bethhigdon (in the TTS fandom and the Big Hero Six fandom, but also other stuff)

Cate_9xBlue aka @cate-9xblue (known best for their TTS fics)

Royalsciencenerd (Writes amazing TTS Varian fics)

HoneyxMonkey aka @honeyxmonkey (Writes TTS fics and talks a lot about Tales of Arcadia on their blog. Has some great ideas)

Sand_wolf579 (Has a large and varied catalogue)

ExploretheEcccentricities aka @exploretheeccentricities (Lots of TTS fics)

ShadowSnowdapple aka @shadowsnowdapple (RWBY Oscar fics that are amazing)

Widowfics (Great TTS writer)

AMax76 (Wrote the amazing Blood of My Brother)

violetsaren_tblue (has some great TTS fics I like)

Time Traverser (Excellent Hetalia America and Canada Fics)

Aloneintherain aka @captainkirkk (Just started reading their stuff, SO many excellent Spider-Man fics)

So yeah, just giving some appreciation for all the fic creators out there and their creations!

[four-rabbit]

My best friend died in the 90′

Ok, so, this is part of an ghost AU that I have and probably will be talking about in the future, where Virgil is a ghost and them and Remus are best friends, (this is not the main plot but anyway, like I said, I'll talk about it in later)

However, while this doesn't happen, please have this oneshot about Remus and Virgil meeting each other

Summary: Remus never had any friends, but that changed when he decided to go to the cemetery in the middle of the night, just to meet Virgil, a kid that besides being just as weird as Remus, happens to be dead.

(For a little bit of context: in this fanfic Remus comes from a family where eveyone can speak to ghosts, on his mom side, at least, but unlike Roman, Remus was never able to talk to a ghost before meeting Virgil)

Characters: Remus Sanders, Virgil sanders, mentions to Roman Sanders

Warnings: swearing (specifically a kid swearing), discussions of death, mentions of a fight and bullying.

Obs: in this au Virgil uses exclusively they/them pronouns and Remus uses he/it. This is not a genderbend version of Remus.

I've always been the weird child so it seemed appropriate that my first friend had been dead for more than a decade.

It's a funny story: I had gotten to another fight, I even lost a tooth that day and probably would have lost two if I hadn't run away the moment the fucking coward that called himself a bully invited his friends for help. I may be fast but I can only bite so many people at once.

I didn't want to go home because Roman would be worried and my parents would be angry, which was the usual, but getting bullied was also the usual, didn't mean that I couldn't get tired of it, that's why I decided to go to the cemetery I mean, why not? 

I knew I was far from my house because it took me less than ten minutes to reach it. My parents moved to as far as possible from there the moment Roman was born, the guy can't stand even getting closer to it, which I founded stupid at the time. I would give anything to have the stupid paranormal sensitivity that he was so afraid of instead of being the disappointment of the family.

Turns out he was right for being afraid. 

After a quick look I confirmed that there was no other living soul at the cemetery besides me, so I smiled and sat on the closest gravestone. Mom always said that we should respect the dead and their resting place or else they would teach us a lesson or whatever but I was fine with that because I had decided a long ago that If a ghost showed themself to me it would be the coolest freaking thing ever. I kicked the gravestone weakly, as if knocking on a door. That thought made me giggle as I imagined a ghost appearing in pajamas, angry at me for disturbing them that late at night. I kicked again, this time a little harder. 

"Stop that" someone mumbled besides me. I immediately got to my feet, thinking that the gravedigger had seen me but fortunately I didn't see an angry adult, but a kid. They were using a black hoodie and had equally dark hair falling on their face. They were pale as a dead body, fat and tall, basically the opposite of me, an unhealthily skinny latino little shit. I snorted.

"What are you gonna do about it?" I kicked the gravestone once more. They seemed startled, backing up a little. 

"You- you can see me?"

"Why wouldn't- OH MY GOD YOU'RE A GHOST?!" I screamed not even caring if someone could hear me. Virgil cared. 

"Sshh! I-" they seemed disconcerted but gave up with a sigh "Yes, I'm" 

"Oh! Holy shit! Is that your gravestone?! Is that why you appeared when I kicked it?!" I jumped in excitement, getting close to them to take a closer look at my most recent discovery. 

"No, I just don't think you should kick it. It's disrespectful" 

"Yeah, whatever! Oh my god I can't believe I'm seeing a ghost! Suck it, mom, I knew I could do it too!" I exclaimed to nothing in particular as if she could hear me. "What's your name?"

"No- look, I'm sorry, I didn't think you could see me, I just- I should go" they said in the classic "I want to get rid of you" that everyone used after talking to me for more than five minutes. I started to get desperate, this was my first time seeing a ghost, I wouldn't let them leave that easily.

"No, don't go! I promise that I'm cool! Sorry for kicking your friend's gravestone, I don't know, please stay!" I begged and I guess my irresistible cuteness touched their heart because they turned to look at me again.

"He's not my friend," Virgil explained. "Just an old ghost that doesn't like to be bothered." they looked down shyly and I thought that was cute. "My name is Virgil. What's yours?" 

"My name-" I always hated to tell people my deadname, I just didn't know why at the time "You can call me the Duke because my name is shit I really hate it y'know, it really sucks ass" They probably raised an eyebrow, it was hard to tell with all that hair failing on their face, but didn't say anything besides:

"Why not the duchess?"

"Because I don't want to" replied, crossing my arms as if challenging them to disagree. Virgil looked me up and down, processing my appearance. I was using dirty green legs, a black dress that my mom insisted that I wore for school and an old all star. Their eyes stopped at my face, with my bloody nose and the missing tooth. "What happened to your face?"

"Oh yeah I got into a fight! But it's cool, I'm not afraid of those assholes" now they seemed worried.

"Why did you get into a fight?"

"Just the usual, he stole my lunch, pushed me out of my bike, called me some bad words and I bit him. Y'know everyone thinks blood is so gross but I kinda like the taste." I looked at them, trying to see their reactions. I couldn't see their eyes but I'm sure they widened as Virgil got closer, saying in the same worried tone that Roman used:

"You should be careful! Have you told your parents?! Do you have any friends to walk with you? Or you could tell a teacher! No, forget it, teachers never help, at least not when I was alive. Is there anyone you can trust to protect you?"

"Wow, chill, I can take care of myself"

"I'm serious, Duke!" I rolled my eyes. I hated when people treated me as some fragile girl that couldn't take care of herself. Turned out I just hated that people treated me like a girl. 

"Why do you care? I just met you" 

"Because-" Virgil changed their mind mid phrase. Can't blame them, I wouldn't share my backstory and the reason I died that easily either if I was a ghost. "You seem nice, I don't want you to get hurt" I don't think anyone had ever called me nice by that time. Weird, gross, disturbing, problem child, ungracious I had always heard, but nice was new, even Roman just called me "cool" or "brave" at best. So, of course, I got defensive. 

"Hm. Want me to tell you what he, Peter by the way, is the name of the asshole, yeah, he's a big asshole, what Peter and his friends called me?!" Again, Virgil barely reacted to my swearing and I was starting to get frustrated, it was always an easy way to get some fun reactions, especially from adults.

"Not really…" as they would learn in the years that followed, that kind of phrase rarely stopped me from speaking. 

"He called me a bitch! That's when I bit him, actually, he was like, listen here you little bitch and he pointed his finger at my face and I bit it and I almost ripped it off I swear!" I looked at them, waiting for their reaction, already imagining what it would be. I was young but I had lived enough to mainly aim for negative responses just because they were better than no response at all. Virgil stayed in silence for longer than I wanted which was like the most boring response. 

"How old are you, Duke?"

"I'm going to be nine in three months! How old are you?"

"I died when I was ten." 

"Cool! I was never friends with an older kid!" I was never friends with anyone besides Roman, but anyway. "I mean, you're my friend, right?" They didn't answer immediately, but then Virgil opened a smile and probably decided they were going to protect that little chaotic gremlin.

"Yeah, I guess I’m.”

[raining-stormcloud]

Sanders sides oneshot

Intrulogical

This takes place directly after DWIT! Any other videos have not happened yet, but I'm still using Janus' real name.

TW: some sad remus, yelling

Remus sighed, his long day had gotten the best of him as he flopped onto the couch. He grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table and flicked on the TV. Static showed on the screen, and as he flipped through the channels, the noise from the static just got louder and louder. Perks of being a dark side I guess, no TV. The duke looked up to see a familiar face. Janus had sat beside the intrusive trait, watching as Remus carelessly threw the TV remote down.

"How was it?" The deceitful side asked, leaning back against the uncomfortable couch.

"I hit Roman over the head with my morning star," Remus said, rather monotonously, "And it was okay I guess, Thomas know about me now, but..." The duke trailed off.

"But...?"

"I don't know, I guess I expected it to go a little differently," Remus said.

"How so?" Janus asked, now a little confused as to why Remus wasn't bragging about his appearance in Thomas' video.

"Virgil and Patton reacted how I thought they would, but Logan- Logan didn't really seem affected!" Remus exclaimed, sitting up and staring at the blank TV. "I wanted to get under his skin y'know? and I managed to a little bit, but after a while, he started bothering me!"

Janus nodded to encourage him to continue.

"I threw throwing stars at him, I knocked his teeth out, I threatened him, but nothing, he just said that I had no effect on him! It's infuriating, I want to be scary, I want to show up unexpectedly, I want to reek as much havoc as I can into their souls! I just want them to notice me..."

Remus hadn't realised that his eyes had begun to water until he felt a singular tear run down his face. "I... I just want Logan to notice me..." The Duke quickly wiped his face, trying to stop himself from crying as the earth-shattering truth had just been revealed.

The snake-like side beside him gently placed a hand on his shoulder, keeping Remus from panicking too much. "I think you might have given him the wrong first impression..." Janus offered, "Maybe go talk to him..?"

Remus' eyes glanced down at the floor, looking at his feet as he took a deep breath. "What if he casts me out? Or tells me to go away?" He said, his thoughts plaguing with other 'what if's that he didn't deem necessary to share at that moment.

"If I know anything about Logan, considering I've impersonated him, I don't think he will do anything like that, you just need to go talk to him," Janus soothed.

Remus nodded slightly, his thoughts racing as he slowly stood up. "Thanks, Double-Dee."

~Lightside mindscape~

Virgil and Roman were bickering again, Patton trying to calm the two down as Logan watched from the couch.

"You are so insufferable!" Virgil yelled, earning an offended gasp from the prince, who probably didn't even know what it meant.

"At least I'm helpful to Thomas!"

"You spent the last video on the floor!" Virgil exclaimed, "How is that helpful?!"

"That wasn't my fault! It was-"

"Mine..."

Everyone stopped to turn and look at Remus, who had appeared behind the TV, similarly to when he showed up in the video.

"Remus," Roman said through gritted teeth, "what are you doing here Brother?"

"Nothing that concerns you, Roman... I'm actually here to speak to Logan," The Duke spoke, his tone rather calm, although internally he was screaming through the fiery pits of Hell.

"Me?" Logan asked, perplexed.

"Yes... uh... you..." Remus answered, glancing around the room for something to keep his mind distracted.

"Oh, then of course, we can go to my room," Logan suggested.

Remus nodded as Logan began walking up the stairs, leading to a hallway that was lined with Six doors. The logical trait lead Remus to a blue door, with a small white L painted on, and the nerd's Logo beside the door frame. The other doors were similar to this, their colour as the door, their initial, and then their logo beside it, however, the others had taken the time to decorate their doors, to make them seem more unique, and "them". Remus glanced at the doors, his eyes landing on the end two doors. They were both blank, no colour or letters, and only an empty frame beside the door frame. The door on the same side as Logan's room looked newer than the other blank door, as though it had only recently shown up.

Logan opened his bedroom door, walking inside and snapping his fingers to light up the inside, though no windows or lamps could be seen. The duke soon followed, looking around the sparsely decorated room, and glancing at the few science posters Logan had stuck to the walls. "Now, what is it you wished to talk about?" The logical trait asked, taking a seat at his desk, but turning his chair to face Remus.

"Right, yeah, Uhm..."

"Take as much time as you need," Logan said, sensing a bit of nervousness from the Darkside.

That singular sentence made Remus more relaxed; Logan wasn't rushing him, he didn't want the Duke to hurry and leave, he actually wanted to listen to him.

"I was hoping we could maybe start over..." Remus said, looking down and scratching the back of his neck. "When I popped up today, I wanted to scare you, I wanted to get under your skin, but... I think I just want to talk to you..."

"We are talking now, are we not?" Logan asked, a little puzzled.

"Well- yes, but- it's hard to explain." Remus continued to tell Logan about how he wanted Logan to accept him and talk to him, and treat him better than any of the other sides did. He explained to the logical trait that his desire to get to know Logan had somehow formed itself into the desire to unnerve him and break him, but that's not what he wanted at all, and as time went on, Logan slowly started to understand.

"You... wished to be friends?" Logan asked once Remus had finished rambling.

"Friends! Yes! That's the word! I wanna be friends..."

Logan looked up at the Duke, his face holding a soft expression that not many had seen before. "I would love to be your friend Remus," The Logical side said.

"Really..?" Remus asked in disbelief. No one had wanted to be his friend before, he and Janus didn't really have a choice, but this time... this time he had made a friend, a proper friend.

"Of course."

The two sides sat together on Logan's bed watching a murder documentary. Remus spent the time pointing out the most gruesome parts and telling Logan all the ways he could do some sort of murder and get away with it. The logical trait didn't mind Remus' gruesome and uncomfortable comments, that any people would be creeped out by, and instead pointed out the things and facts wrong with the documentary, and would get frustrated when a very simple clue was missed or misjudged.

The two friends found the presence of each other very comforting, and this soon became the norm when Logan wasn't working, or if they were both excluded from a video. Friends, yes, two good friends.

And maybe one day they would become more.

[arya-skywalker]

Drunk on the thought of you (Sanders Sides Oneshot)

Soulmate September Day 10 - You are born with a birthmark, similar to a tattoo, that is shared by your soulmate.

@tsshipmonth2020

Ship: Demus/Dukeceit

AU: sci-fi, somewhat dystopian

TW: drinking, drunkenness, drugs, suggestive content, rebellious behavior, swearing, general debauchery (but no graphic sex, just waking up next to each other)

AO3 Link

~*~

Janus stared into his empty glass, the hustle and bustle of the bar flowing around him. His metal arm chafed against the ill-fitting glove, sharp edges caught against the fabric. He exhaled in a hiss and slipped the glove off under the table, massaging the robotic limb with his natural one.

Perversely, he wondered what would have happened if he lost that arm too— would his soulmate mark move somewhere else? Or would he be cursed with eternal solitude? He risked a glance at his mark, shoving his sleeve up just enough to look— a yellow snake coiled around an emerald-green sword. Thirty years of searching and he still hadn’t found the match.

When he was younger, he dreamed of his soulmate sweeping him off to the upper city where they would live in luxury happily ever after. After the accident, all he wanted was someone who would accept his cyborg parts. But even that hadn’t happened. He stopped trying to find them.

And so he was stuck in the slums with the other unlucky souls. Those too poor to afford anything in the upper city. The cyborg abominations. The androids who insisted on being more than servants to the great.

“Refill, Sir?” The android behind the counter asked.

Janus shook himself out of his brooding and nodded. “I’ll take something stronger. Surprise me,” he said, sliding the empty glass across. The android nodded and filled it with something glowing.

“Ooooh going for the good stuff, huh?” A giddy voice asked. The source of the voice sported a neon-green Mohawk and more piercings than he cared to count.

“Mm. Why not?” Janus arched an eyebrow. The stranger was practically screaming ‘dangerous rebel’, but he didn’t seem terribly violent.

The stranger cackled and sat on the counter. “Did ya know this shit is illegal up there?” He gestured vaguely towards the towers of the upper city. “They say it’s too strong, that it ‘encourages unruly behavior’.” He grinned, showing sharpened teeth. “Barkeep, I’ll take a bottle of the good stuff!”

“Sir, I do not advise consuming a bottle in one sitting. And please do not smuggle my wares where they do not belong.” However, the android did hand over a glowing bottle.

“Awww, buddy! You know I wouldn’t do that to you! This place is awesome. Wouldn’t put ya in danger.”

Janus looked at the glowing drink dubiously. Not exactly what he had expected.... but it wasn’t as if he had anything to lose. He shrugged and took a cautious sip. It burned going down, but left a pleasant tingling. He hummed thoughtfully and took another sip.

“Good, innit?” The stranger swung his legs as he drank from the bottle. “Hits the spot!”

“Mm. Indeed,” Janus said, watching the stranger as they both drank. Already he felt a warmth spreading through his body, soothing and energizing at once. Freeing.

The stranger giggled again. “What brings ya here?”

“Same as anyone else. Looking for a good drink.” Janus swirled the drink in his glass and took another sip.

“Is that it?” The stranger cocked his head to the side.

Janus shrugged. “Would you prefer I said was on the search for a long-lost family heirloom that would be enough to buy my way out of this hell-hole?”

The stranger gasped, hands on his cheeks. “Are you?”

“No.” Janus smiled behind the rim of his glass.

The stranger cackled and chugged his drink. “You’re fun,” he said with a sharp grin.

The more they drank, the less Janus paid attention to the words coming out of his mouth. Something told him there was a bit more to this glowing drink than alcohol, but by the time he realized, he didn’t care. The stranger was an interesting fellow, a good drinking partner.

Janus blinked a few times, looking at the stranger’s chest. There was.... something.... under his shirt. Without thinking, he reached up to move the fabric, then stared. It was a perfect match to his mark, the snake coiled around a sword. “So—“

“So much to drink!” The stranger cut him off with a giggle, shoving another glass of the glowing beverage at him.

Janus drank. Then he frowned. “Noo....” he said, shaking his head. That wasn’t what he had meant. He held up his own soulmate mark in the stranger’s face. “Ma—“

“Mama can’t see us now!” The stranger laughed, but there was a strange look in his eyes as he put his hand over Janus’s mark. He leaned in close. “C’mon home with me. We‘ll talk there. ‘Kay?”

Janus looked at the almost-empty bottle, then back at the stranger’s face. “Mmm... Alright,” he mumbled, staggering to his feet. He almost fell, but the stranger caught him.

“Don’t worry, shiny. I’ll take good care of ya,” the stranger said as they stumbled out the door together.

~*~

The rest of the night was a blur of dreams. Janus woke groggily in a room that wasn’t his. Under soft silk sheets beside a warm body. Instinctively he snuggled closer to the warmth and felt a gentle hand tease at his hair.

“Mornin’ sleeping beauty,” a voice whispered in his ear. “You’re awake.”

Janus opened his eyes to look into the face of his soulmate. A man he barely knew. He blinked a few times, waiting for his mind to get back up to speed. Everything was a haze.

His soulmate laughed, shaking the bed. “Not used to the strong stuff, are you?” he teased. “You slept like a log. Remember anything?”

Janus swept hair out of his face, then looked at his soulmate’s bare chest. The mark was still there. He held his wrist up next to it, staring at both marks. Exactly the same. “It wasn’t a dream,” he whispered.

“Nope. We’re soulmates, shiny,” the larger man said with a broad smile, wrapping his arms around Janus and pulling him close. “You’re mine and I’m yours.”

Janus exhaled slowly, almost giddy with relief. Finally, he had a soulmate. He nestled closer, breathing in the scents of alcohol and sweat.

Eventually Janus lifted his head and looked around. Silk sheets. Gilded bedposts that seemed to be peeling at the edges. Old abstract paintings on the walls. A very stained carpet. “Where... are we?”

“Home sweet home!” his soulmate said with a grin. “Just wait until you see the rest of the place.” He chortled to himself.

“Uh huh....” Janus shrugged. So his soulmate was eccentric. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. “Mm. How rude of me. I never introduced myself.” He coughed, blushing faintly, then twisted to offer his natural hand to shake. “My name is Janus.”

“I’m Remus. Some people call me Duke.” He shook Janus’s hand heartily, then fidgeted a bit. “There’s... uh.... something you should probably know.” He nibbled at his lower lip. “We.... can’t let anyone know we’re soulmates. And it won’t be safe for you to go home now.” He looked almost sick with guilt.

Janus frowned and sat up, pulling the blanket with him. “Why not?” he asked slowly, looking his soulmate up and down. Of course it was too good to be true. Nothing was ever easy.

“Well... I.... uh....” Remus ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not exactly on good terms with the law. You’d be a target the second someone figured it out.”

“Uh huh....” Janus crossed his arms. “Seeing as you’re stuck with me, you might as well spit it out.”

“I run a gang. Well, kinda. More of a rebel group. We steal and kill and shit. If you don’t want that, I know someone who can remove soulmarks and we never need to see each other again,” Remus said in a rush.

Janus put a finger up to Remus’s lips, making sure to catch his gaze. “I don’t care. I am not losing my soulmate. Fuck society.” Not when he was this close to happiness. “I’d love to see those wealthy bastards taken down a notch.”

Remus grinned and kissed him passionately, pulling him close. Janus eagerly returned the kiss. Soulmate. He had found his soulmate. And he wasn’t letting go.

[jungle321jungle]

One Shots Master List

Full List of My Sanders Sides One Shots

Masterlist

Forms of Family/Dad Deceit Oneshots

Forms of Family does not need to be read first

Forge My Heart

The Crown Prince ordered a sword from the blacksmith. He got more than he expected.

Follow The Leader (Ao3 Only)

Virgil is late for his final, helping lost kids makes him later.

Perfect Reflection

He had noticed the him in the mirror. He was scared of the him in the mirror. So he made a deal- he made friends with the him in the mirror.

(Unsympathetic Janus)

Blood Letters

Writing letters which are not meant to be sent can be therapeutic, at least that is what people claim. Logan thinks it is to an extent, but he finds the subject matter of the letters to be of far more consequence.

Or, Logan dreams about murder.

How I Long For Things To Be Restored

When Logan begins going to the old house on the end of Wendon Way, he doesn’t expect to meet the little boy who also frequents there. Nor does he expect to learn the forgotten secrets of the home.

The Benefit Of The Doubt

Patton has always tried his best to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. He didn’t want to judge others too quickly, as there was always some good in other people. But when the subject came to Remus’ room... he couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of it.

The Opposite Of Six Feet Under

Virgil had always been able to know when people were going to die- with the date of their death floating above their heads it wasn’t exactly hard to tell. And upon contact he could always tell how they’d die too, at least he could. Until he met the one man who should already be dead.

A Plus One (DLAMP)

Dee needs a date to an office party cause he kinda sorta told Remy he had one.

So he asks a friend to go with.

Or friends...

Sleeping in Shoes

Logan wasn’t entirely sure when Virgil had developed his habit of sleepwalking, but after the first time he had climbed out of bed and tripped over the sleeping body laying on his floor, he had learned to lock his door.

The others hadn’t.

Play Your Cards Right 

With a strange group such as theirs on a vacation in Las Vegas of all places Virgil could practically list everything that could go wrong.

His boyfriend marrying his roommate was not on that list.

Different Kinds of Beauty (Lociet)

The Taste of Regret

Words have a flavor, and words of regret taste disgusting.

One is Two, Two is One (Two is Two)

He was alone. So he split.

He’s not sure who is first and who is second or if theres an order at all, but it wasn’t supposed to matter anyway.

Because two wasn’t- two shouldn't be alone.

~~~~

A very different take on the twin’s split.

Watching The Crash

Roman freezes when his precious car gets destroyed.

~~~~ aka Roman is a dramatic child

Ticklish Torture

Long Lost Roman Jr.

A missing teddy bear

KFM

The boys play KFM.

Burned and Blackmailed

Janus just wants assurances.

Favorites

Roman and Remus just want to know the answer to their question. Janus doesn't want to answer.

Craft Time Experiments

Remus’ experiment doesn’t go the way he planned.

Locked Away By The Monster

The Kids Play A Game

Change You Like A Remix (Ao3 Only)

They say that ghosts are created when one dies. They say that those ghosts can be called forth when their favorite song is played. They say that if its done properly, within the correct amount of them since the deceased has been buried, that song can call their soul back to their bodies.

It's an old ancient idea, Roman knows, but holding his brother's old MP3 player in his hand, lying on top of Remus's still fresh grave in the middle of the rain makes him realize he has nothing left to loose anymore really. At least one of these songs has gotta be the one that Remus loves more than anything.

At least one of them has gotta be able to bring him back so Roman and apologize for getting him killed like that.

((Who cares if the Remus that comes back is a little weirder than the one he buried? A little more violent? A little less worried about self injuries? A little hungrier?))

(written with  amybri2002)

Your Words Fill The Space Between Us

The published letters that detail the romance that changed the kingdom.

~~~~

Aka Roman and Janus send each other letters

A Kiss On A Silver Ring

Virgil’s parents had told him that the mysterious ring would bring him happiness and a better life. What they had failed to mention was that it was a symbol of Virgil’s betrothal to the too-attractive-for-his-own-good Duke of the North. And while he certainly would’ve liked some warning, he’s not gonna turn down this offer… entirely.

~~~~

Based off the wonderful art by @shadowling-guistical for the tss fanwork collective's april mini bang

Laughing All The Way To the Furniture Store

Idiom: Laughing all the way to the bank: 

Meaning: To be profiting or benefiting from something that is regarded by others as frivolous, stupid, or somehow objectionable.

Aka Remus robs a bank. 

I Don't Know How To Mend The Heart, But You Can Speak Your Mind

There were many fears new parents had, but quite frankly Virgil’s list of fears was ten times longer than most. And yet somehow he still knew Janus’ list was longer than his. But he didn’t know what he could do other than listen, and be present. So for now, he would hold Janus tight and whisper words that likely fell on deaf ears. Just as long as he could do something... as long as he could do something.

aka Janus is dealing with grief, and Virgil tries to help

[kanene-yaaay]

Go Virge, go!

Kanene’s note: TODAAAAAAAAAY IS A SPECIAAAAAL DAYYYY!!! DO YOU KNOW WHY?? THAT IS RIGHT! BECAUSE TODAY IS @why-not-a-tickle-blog BIRTHDAY!!!! Gooooosh!!!! I know I already did a whole speech before, mah friendo, but you’re just so amazing and lovely! Aaaaaa I’m happy for being your friend! <33

Okay, I got a little carried away! Enjoy the gift! x3

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW Tickle-Fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* Oneshot. Something around 3.800 words.w-)b. Lee!Virgil and Ler!Patton in Human AU.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Since  it’s a gift: Essa fanfic não será traduzida, mals. Thankys for reading, my lollipops, especially you, Livvy!! Have a wonderful and incredible day just like you! 

[~*~]

Patton was confused. A lot.

 And that wasn’t even a whole brand-new thing in his life.

 Patton got confused quite frequently, being honest.  

He got confused when he accidentally fell asleep on the couch and woke up four hours later with all his house painted in the dark of the night and without a single drop of memory about where he is or who he is for some minutes. Patton got confused when his attention was caught in some adorably adorable video of kittens being the best thing in the world and quickly ran to Virgil’s room just to show them to him, not understanding why his friend can’t stop looking at him quizzically until Virgil finally asks why does he has a spoon in the knot of his cardigan and Patton jumps because HIS COOKIES ARE IN THE OVEN AND HOW MUCH TIME HAD PASSED-

 Oh. Wait. That is not what he was talking about. Focus, focus!

 Anyway. Life is confusing, feelings, thoughts, actions, trying your best, keep going, look at the refrigerator just to realize you have no idea of what you were supposed to be searching in the first place, humans…

 Yeah, especially humans.

 Patton stared at the figure of his friend laid on the couch, absently looking at his phone while a piece of smile adorned his face. The movie both decided to watch paused in the background as the one currently in the kitchen waited for the popcorn get ready, his hand held lightly his chin and a frown rest peacefully in his features, mirroring the same expression he always saw on Logan every time he was confronted by a problem whose solution seemed impossible to find.

 It was The Pose of all the incredible genius in the world, right? Therefore, in some moment about now the answers of all his questions should magically pop before him, unfolding and refolding in logic patterns just like in all the mystery series and books.

 Right about noooow…

 …

 Now?

 …

 Well, it didn’t work.

 Patton pouted, turning to pour the warm and probably delicious snack in big bowls that both would pretend they wouldn't be able to finish before even getting in the middle of the so expected movie. He grabbed the bowls and headed to the other room, reprising the entire day in his mind, a faint echo of Logan saying that could help basing his decision.

 Everything started in the morning with Patton arriving at their breakfast table only to find Virgil, but not his usual Virgil.

 That was a Virgil without his hoodie.

 Not that it was a totally strange thing! Usually by his free mornings he would prefer to wander in the house on his comfortable pajamas, however the thing today is… he wasn’t on his pajamas. He was prepared to fight the world – actually Virgil was just going to work, but he said this sounded more badass - on his black Slipknot shirt, jeans and the hoodie nowhere near to be seen.

 Besides that, today was predominantly cold. Cold enough for the one wearing glasses end up missing his favorite cat cardigan by the time he arrived their house, searching for the so dearly craved cloth in every little corner until Patton came across the scene of his friend - his best edgy, lovely friend cutely wearing it and being equally playfully bratty when tried ask it back, pulling out his tongue out as his form dazed in a chase the moment Patton’s promise of ‘physically fight for it!’ – which was a lie, obviously. He gave up the vestment the very moment his eyes locked in a Virgil playing with the cat ears sewed in it – flew from his mouth.

 And, after getting tired out, they cuddled! Okay, this wasn’t nearly a strange occurrence between both, albeit was one of those rare moments when Virgil was the one who initiated it, laying on his lap with a pout and a sharp look, as if he dared the other to say something (and Patton didn’t!! He swears!! Squeals. Do. Not. Count. As. Words.), feeling comfortable enough to even start a Poking War as they were accommodating themselves on the cushions, rays of giggles, squeaks filling the place for some heartbeats before both decided to metamorphose their last bit of routine into a movie night.

 Which was exactly what they were doing!

 Now, don’t get Patton wrong. He was absolutely delighted by everything! Knowing Virgil felt comfortable, safe enough to act nonchalant around him was so heart-warming he could almost feel himself melt in happiness!

 ….But…

 But there was this signal in the back of his mind. A particularly different gleam in the other’s eyes he had already seen before, however couldn’t quite place its meaning yet. Some words unpronounced amongst his lightly snarky demeanor. Some little thing that made Patton feel playful and happily bubbly as well, except he couldn’t really grab the exact information, the exact why or the exact memory.

 Not yet, at least.

  [~*~]

  Virgil was about to fucking quit it.

 No, actually, he was about to fuck quit everything when he woke up of his incredibly, horrible, wonderfully teasy tickle dream. The tingles of the dreamy tickles still ghostly buzzing on his body as he quietly giggled, burying his face in the pillows and kicking about everything on his bed, eyes firmly closed as the memories bathed his mind in a flow made to increase awfully his lee mood.

 And then one of his favorite artists posted some new things on Tumblr, which obligated him to see all their new posts and, who knows, accidentally click in the tag ‘My arts’ of them, which end up with him re-finding other works he had already forgot about, path that consequently leaded to some more reblogs and therefore another bunch of tickle blogs which, of course, made his lee mood at work almost unbearable.

 At least he had the cold to blame if someone questioned about the persistent blush spread on his features.

 After everything, finally: The calm and quiet of home, broken by his determined decision to try to make – somehow - Patton tickle him. His friend was soft and playful by nature, and he already knew Virgil liked tickles (quite of an interesting story involving a meme, a movie and the power going out. Heh. Do not ask about it.) so, I mean, the worst part was already gone, right? It wouldn’t probably be that bad. Virgil would just act naturally, smoothly following a few advices he found in some blogs discussing this topic and hope, for the sake of his life, the Universe wouldn’t follow Murphy's Law for ONCE.

 Of course, that didn’t happen. OF COURSE.

 Virgil tried first to be a bratty. He stole Patton’s cardigan and even ran across the house in an attempt to maintain his new possession. He stretched while laid in Patton’s lap: no hoodie, ticklish spots right there. In the last shot he even let himself giggle every single time his mind wandered to the dark corner designed especially for the subject. The one wearing smudged make up even started a poke war!! A poke war!! What kind of poke war doesn't evolve to a tickle war where he would, so sadly and despise his best efforts, lose spectacularly??

 He crossed his arms and DID NOT pout, blowing grumpily some strands of hair that fell in his vision’s field.

 “I would sell my soul for a tickle.” Virgil growled, his usually careful façade crumbling under the quite persistent thoughts of fingers spidering on his ribs, counting each one of them before lazily dragging the tip of the nails to his quivering tummy, dancing and poking unbothered by his squi-

 “What was that?”

 Virgil squeaked, jumping some centimeters in the air when the voice of his approaching friend filled the room, the words getting stuck in his throat, his head shooting in the other’s direction, wide eyes.

 “What.” He eloquently offered.

 “I was too far, didn’t hear what you said, sorry. Could you repeat, please?”

 Virgil tried – failing - to not blush. Patton was… actually being serious, right? That wasn’t any kind of tease, even if the traitor little demon he usually called brain unhelpfully unlocked all the memories of all the tickle fanfics he read that began with that exact same words. “Nothing. It was nothing.” He promptly ignored the way his voice came out slightly high.

 “Oh, okay!” Patton kindly smiled, putting the popcorn on the coffe table and looking for some space on the couch to lay down while Virgil pressed play, the show’s opening quickly filling the air and silence hanging between both. Patton stopped. Suddenly Virgil felt a shiver run across his whole body, his gaze turning to his friend, only to find the one wearing glasses staring at him intently.

 “You like tickles.”

 The word only was enough to jolt his body back to a sitting position, butterflies starting to wake up, proceeding to fly the most desperate as possible in his stomach, his brain fuzzing, crumbling for answers of How and When and What the Fuc-

 “What? NO! I mean, yes but how- when did you just…”

 “Oh!” Patton gasped and Virgil felt his whole face in flames once the realization of the shiny gleam in the other’s eyes, almost as literal stars shining, hit him. Maybe… Maybe something he had done before finally work? “That is why you initiated a Poke War? Were you trying to make me tickle you? Vee, you just needed to ask!”

 Yep. No. Nope. No way. That was definitely worse.

 Virgil tried to hide himself in his hoodie, deciding he could very much rather perish in his Lee Mood than stare at the pure love and awe gazed right in his direction. His lips curving in a shadow of a smile for a second when he pressed himself further on the furniture, noticing with a grumble leaving his mouth the only armor he owned was the cat cardigan. Hood pulled up and his face firmly pressed on his knees, he ignored the way his excited giggles started to bounce and dance in his throat, resulting in his own body bounce a bit.

 “Knock knock…” Virgil felt a light tapping on his knee.

 “Fuck off.” The hissed answer ran without letting he even think about it, too much occupied in pretending to not notice how much this position left his entire tickl- I mean, sensitive torso vulnerable and how much not seeing what was happening increased second by second the tingles and shivers crazily racing in his skin.

 “Gasp! Virgil!” The one dying in the cat cardigan internally rolled his eyes at the literally audible gasp his friend vocalized, almost being able to see the playful mood taking over his expression as it always has when they swore around him. “I should tickle you for this, Mister Potty Mouth!” Yes. Yes!! Come on, come on! “But I won’t.”

 Hey now, what.

 “What?!” His head shot upwards absurdly fast, a fact which, obviously, he would deny it to the end of his living and non-living days.

 “I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide or ignore your desire for tickles every time you have them! Especially…”

 ‘Please – see? I know how to use some freaking good words. - Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say, Patton. You’re cool, you’re a funny guy, you have good intentions but you have any ideas of what the fuck will happen??’ Virgil found himself almost pleading, the sentences already running in his head, but his lips firmly gripped in the fear to let out more than these simple words.

 “… Since I’m totally okay in tickling you! Oh, wait. Did you just squirm? Aww, Virgil!! That is so, so adorable! You’re blushing, too! Awwwwww!!! Okay, okay, okay, I’m… Imma gonna die of cuteness. You’re truly the most precious being I’ve ever met!!! Wait, what I was just saying…?” 

 ‘I will die! No! I’m already dying! See? You already accomplished what you wanted!! Let’s move on to the next damn part!’

 “Oh right!” Patton lightly hit the side of his head. “I’m glad to tickle you! Truly! All you have to do is…”

 ‘Dude, Patton, Pat-Pat, Popstar don’t…’

 “Ask me! Please, please, please!!” Virgil stared him dead in his eyes, crossing his arms, his cheeks so hot that he was surprised his face didn’t melt yet. “Aw, don’t give me that look, kiddo!” Virgil just narrowed his eyes further. Patton pouted, his ‘Puppy Eyes’ expression – more like an unfair weapon - showing and nailing cracks on Virgil’s resolution.

 They stayed like this for a while, until Patton abruptly lifted his hands, his fingers wiggling on Virgil’s direction, the movement so out of blue that catched his friend out of guard, a true yelp jumping from him before he grumpily growled and let himself fall on the cushions.

 “I can’t.”

 “Of course, you can, kiddo! I’m rooting for ya! Wanna see?” And then he started to fold and unfold his fingers, approaching them to Virgil inch by inch “Go Virge, go! Go, Virge, go! Goooo, Virgeyyyy, go!” Inch by inch. Close and then even closer. The boy with a wobbly smile in his face felt like he couldn’t tear his eyes from the movements, the butterflies seeming to freak out in his stomach in the rhythm of the cheers.

 He hides his face behind his hands. Patton was going to be the end of his existence.

 “Stohop it.” Dammit. He was breaking.

 ‘Come on, guy! You can do this!’ He internally whined.

 “Ooh, is that a beauty giggly giggle what I hear? The cheering should be working then, don’t you think?! We believe in you, Virge-poo! And we can’t wait for when we…” Virgil dared to spy the scene between his fingers, only to see Patton’s hands barely touching his sides, his fingers positioned in a claw shape. “… getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha!!” They suddenly moved, clawing unbearably away and terribly close at each couple of words.

 No. Virgil did NOT squeal nor squirmed closer to the fingers. Fuck you. Nobody asked. That is none of your business anyway.

 ‘Just… just don’t think about it! Pull it off. Like… I don’t know! Like a stupid band aid!’

 “It is going to be so much fun! I didn’t even tickle you yet and you’re already giggling excitedly! Think in all your wonderful, beautiful laughter flying everywhere when I finally tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle you silly!! You’ll be giggling up a storm! Happy gasp! Pun inserted!”

 Virgil obligated himself to take a deep breath and not stare the warm, teasy hands which were oblivious of the intern turmoil caused as they rested on his sides. Their tips very lightly, almost impossible to feel and – even more difficult to ignore - poking the ticklish skin, as if they simply couldn’t bring themselves to stay still. The one laid on the couch and yet hiding his face felt the urge to kick just to get off all the pleasantly nervous energy building up in his body.

 “Virgey-wiggly-wiggley…~”

 “TICKLEMEPLEASE!”

 Patton squeaked excited, the teasy grin immediately giving space to the joyful smile. “Of course!” He grazed his fingers up his sides to his ribcage, the nails lightly drawing circles around each one of the ribs, receiving a quick tasering in the middle of them before going up to the next one, letting for a piece of moment Virgil’s bubbly and more high-pitched giggles fill the room alone.

 The cat cardigan owner ran the tip of his fingers up and down, up and down, up and down his sides, watching in complete awe the way the other squirmed at each infinitesimal move. He stopped the movement on his right side, his eyes gleaming behind the lenses as accompanied Virgil adorably wiggling away from the reminiscent tickles, as if he tried to escape from the evil fingers scribbling in that exactly spot which connected his left side to his tummy and leaded cute, sweet titters escape from his gigantic smile.

 A devious plan shinned in his head.

 Patton ceased the tickling in order to give him a breath, smiling at the pout that didn’t take too long before blooming in the other’s features.

 He quickly poked his left side, immediately hearing quiet, bubbly giggles dance across the air as Virgil wiggled to his right, only to be warmly welcomed by scratches of one single finger on his lower back, making his breath stop so fast a snort escape. Virgil widened his eyes, his hands automatically clapping in his mouth at the same time a big, gleaming grin took over Patton’s expression. They stared at each other, fingers never stopping, squirms never ending.

 “No.” His voice was slightly wobbly, giggles beginning to intertwine his words as his friend scribbled softly again. “No no no! You are a- dON’T!- such a dork!!! No!!”

 They initiated the cycle again. Every time Virgil squirmed to escape from the left tingles to the right tickles one more finger was added to the attack, soon leaving the blushed poor victim kicking sporadically when the ten fingers resumed their light, tickly attack. “I’m going t-t-to kick you!!” and then was subdued to the snorts and squeals painting his fast titters.

 The one who wore the cat hoodie which moments before had slipped from his head in the ““fight””, now showing clearly the red strongly flaming his cheeks and the tip of his ears shook his head from side to side, the frown he tried to form being immediately won by the smile taking over his features. Virgil let himself embrace the feeling completely over, laughing freely, almost doesn’t believing this was actually happening.

 That it didn’t matter how much he tried to escape nor squirm, the tickling just followed his movements, just as all his (fake) protests didn’t stop the excited, evil teases pouring from the other’s mouth. Not to tell how only the big, happy gaze from Patton was definitely not helping in the slightest his current state at all!

 He was certain. There was no way out of this. He was going to melt and   d i e.

 And he was loving every single second of this.

 “Aww! Tickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Look at the happiness shining in your face!! Someone really, really loves some tickly-tickles, am I right? But don’t worry, Virgey-wiggley! I will give you all the tickles you could ever want! Like here!” He booped Virgil’s bellybutton “Here” A couple of fingers slid on his waistline “And here, and here, and here and everywhere!” Fingers flew quickly, traveling on his hips, collarbone, sides, behind his ears…

 The incapacity to know where Patton would strike next killed every single drop of coherent thoughts of his mind, which could only focus on the tickling and how much it was unbearable and everywhere and it  t i c k l e d . His giggles grew to chortles, his hands flying from his own face to lightly push Patton’s, dislocating his glasses and freeing surprised chuckles mixed with his own squeaks.

 “Virgil!!” Patton ceased the playful attack in order to retire the other’s hands off his face, before both knew they’re wrestling, laughter cutting their acts and weakening their movements. “Virge!! I will go to another spot this way!”

 In a blink of an eye one of his friend’s arms hugged his sides and Patton felt a malefic grin crawling his lips without even noticing its presence. Very much different from Virgil, who in the same heartbeat realized his mistake, using the opportunity of the instant of distraction to lightly push the cookie lover off him, quickly dashing across the house. All his instincts gleaming and sparkling the sign of ‘Survive’ in his veins.

 The only reason of what Virgil forgot about the numbness from spending so much time laid on his legs, resulting in trips that definitely made him lose some crucial speed as he encircled the couch, capturing with the corner of his eyes the scene of Patton jumping of the cushions and following his escape route. The crackling dancing in the air owned by nobody specific.

 His heart beat faster, the joy raced his nerves and made his tummy tingle in advance just for imagining the exact moment where two arms would hug him firmly yet gently from behind and his ears would be set on fire the very same moment Patton would say-

 “Gotcha, Giggly Storm! I gotcha, gotcha ya!!” Patton dug his thumbs right above Virgil’s hips, the remaining fingers clawing the poor, sensitive skin in his back, leading belly laughter to took over his friend’s sentence, his knees buckling and legs uncontrollable kicking as Patton sat with him on the floor, pressing his back on his chest and resting his head on his shoulder.

 “Patton!! Pahahatton, come on, no!” Patton just hummed, two fingers calmly walking on Virgil’s waistline. “Don’t you dare!! Don’t you fuckin- gah!” The nails began to slid in the length of the belly, going from a side to another as elected soft snorts and bouncy giggles.

 “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Did you thought you could run away from the Tickle Monster? Poor unfortunate soul ~. Now the Tickle Monster has to give you a bunch of more ticklish tickly tickles just for this, don’t you think?!” And then Virgil felt the tickles speed up to scribbles and clawing and wiggles delivered in every inch of his tummy. Going in random patterns, drawing forms on his sweet spot, up and down, from a side to another, over and over again. Quick enough to make him sporadically squirm and kick, a rain of squeals, yelps and squeals flowing from his lips, yet soft and light enough to let him rest his head on the other’s chest and just enjoy the feeling.

 “Awww! Look at how much shaking your tum-tum is! It is probably so happy in receiving its so much craved tickle tickle tickles, right, Virgey-poo?” The answer was only a blushy Virgil hiding his face on Patton’s neck, giggling nonstop.

 “Nonono!! It’s not!” And, if that move only led to a now very exposed neck to be gifted with some special scratches? They both pretended it wasn’t on purpose.

 Patton just rolled his eyes, playfully exasperated, quietly chuckling when the other jumped with the quick squeeze delivered on his hip.

 It didn’t take long before Virgil let out his first ‘Stop’, which Patton happily obliged, don’t having the heart to move when he realized Virgil’s breath becoming calmer, his eyelashes closing as he snuggled closer to the one wearing glasses.

 The duo knew very well they would probably regret napping on the hard, cold floor later, yet none of them managed to bring themselves to care, especially when Virgil’s quiet snorts with the second tickle dream of the day lullabied Patton to an equally peaceful dream.

  [~*~]

  Random non-said thing: Patton only remembered that information because the movie they’re going to watch was one of the trilogy they were watching when Virgil gathered up enough will to tell him he likes tickling.

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

The Color of my Soul(mates) [2]

[First oneshot]

[AO3 link]

Kanene’s Notes:

Nope, I do not regret the pun. New oneshot yaaaay!! Just a quick reminder that both Virgil and Patton’s mindsets are bad. They can work, of course, but only for a certain expense. Worry not. They will both start to go to a therapist and take care of themselves, even though this will not be heavily shown in the oneshots.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That fanfic has Moxiety and Past Moceit and Past Virgil/Remus (no idea how it’s called dfghjdfghj) in a platonic relationship (yet), but it can be viewed as romantic, if you wish.

* Swearing, depreciative thoughts, losing someone (not death, just stopping to be soulmate), anger issues, anxious thoughts and nightmares. It’s hurt/comfort.

* [~*~]  Means passage of time

* [...] Means change in the focus of the narrative 

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to the amazing Thomas Sanders in his series of Sanders Sides.

* Something around 5.300 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Say to someone important how much you love them, be safe, talk with the one that you love, drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

                          [~*~]

Loneliness is an island with missing boats.

Missing is when the moment tries to run away from the memories to happen again and can’t do it.

Memories are when, even without authorization your thinking re-presents a chapter.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[~*~]

Hey, Dee! It’s been some time, huh? Nothing really happened around here, so I have no interesting news to share today. Buut, I learned a new knock knock joke! I would finally get you to laugh with this one! It’s like that:

Me: Knock, knock.  

U: Who’s there?  

Me: Ice cream.  

U: Ice cream who?  

Me: Ice cream if you don’t let me in!

Funny, right?!

… It feels silly to continue to talk with you through those letters. I can’t-

I don’t even know where to send them! That is stup- not great.

I just… I just miss you, Dee. A lot. My uncle says that I should get your old representation out of the bed and hide it so I can start moving on, but… It feels empty, you know? Everything.

I really miss you.

Love, Heart.

[…]

“No.” 

His words echoed in his mind, the strap of his backpack slipping from his grip, his body throwing itself forward, heart jumping in the back of his throat as his steps inevitably brought him even closer to the faded green, almost white, shark plushie in front of him. 

“No.” 

He repeated, as if this was a spell able to make the scene before him change. His hands trembled and failed in touching the so loved object, a silent scream slipping from his slightly parted lips. Yet, he still tried to think of something. Anything that would erase his choices. He knew it.

He should have known. He read about it before, the butterfly effect. Any choice, any movement, any little thing you did could change drastically your future. It could make events – people – which would happen in your life just…

Disappear. 

[The stuffed animal remained quiet on his hands, it’s blank face staring superficially, not really seeing him. Not like before.]

He knew it. 

“Rat?” He knew it. He knew it. He knew, knew, knewknewknew it! “Ree?” His soul searched desperate for an answer. But he got none. No thoughts, no feelings, no small touches, no acknowledging sparks, nothing. 

That word seemed to ring unbearably in his ears. There was nothing there. Nothing except for the silence and the void which filled itself with despair at every that went by.

“This better not be a prank or this time I will throw you in the washing machine for real!” Virgil’s eyes were stinging. He should have done better, should have thought in another way or another anything. He shouldn’t have done that, he shouldn’t! 

“Ree, stop. That is not funny.” Ree actually preferred when Virgil called him Rat, and as his chest was scratched by an agonizing, crescent fear, deep down the young boy wished his soulmate would jump – his thoughts always felt like that, excited, uncontrollable jumpy frogs just playing around – from somewhere and demands Virgil called him by it. “Answer me!!”

His fingers squished the soft fabric, a short, unexpected wave of anger pleading for at least a shout of pain before Virgil realized what he was doing, immediately lighting his touch, tears shining in a sad gloom in the corner of his eyes. His breathing started to hurt.

He needed to do something.

“MOM!!”

Virgil opened his door with a strong slam, running through the wooded floor of the corridor, stumbling his way to the stairs, coming down at the highest speed he could muster. The adult figure was already standing in the living room, the Tv blasting a show in the background, probably the activity his mother was concentrating on before his cry. A frown painted her face and her dark eyes stared at the boy when he stood in front of her, holding his stuffed shark in her direction.

“Fix him!” 

[‘it’ a quiet whisper from his brain corrected his sentence.]

Her analytical eyes danced around the toy in front of her, looking for any teared fabric, any stain or hint of what happened to it, the confusion in her actions becoming more and more prominent as no visible result was found.

[And, as her analysis occurred, the quiet whisper in the back of his mind wondered if this was the original color of the shark before it became a representation of his soulmate. They were together for so long Virgil didn’t even remember what it used to look like.]

No! The boy with heterochromatic eyes firmly gritted his teeth, head shaking. This was NOT the shark’s real color. Its real color was a dark, deep, enthusiastic green full of chaotic ideas and dumb jokes and sparks and grins.

He refused to let everything end in this way.

Realization fell in her face, a soft gasp coming from her open mouth. “Oh, Virgil…”

“No, no, no! You- You need to fix him!” But her eyes… “Mom, please,” the way her arms opened to involve his small, trembling form… 

“Please, he is my best friend.”

[‘Was’]

She hugged him, cradling her fingers in his hair and lightly rocking Virgil and his sobs, her sweet words muffled by his cry. Then the younger one wiggled out of her touch, getting the plushie and running back to his room, the door slamming one more time.

He refused.

“No! No!!” He kicked his backpack, its content spreading across his carpeted floor. The shark was placed in his desk seconds before the Virgil focused his anger on his bed, throwing everything on the floor. His pillows hit the walls and the toys on his shelves. The cacophony of sounds made his head hurt, but he ignored this in order to kick and throw more things. 

Seconds, minutes, countless pieces of time passed before he stopped, panting and with stinging eyes in the middle of the room, his only possessions left untouched was his guitar and Ra- His shark stuffed animal.

Because he loves playing guitar. Because he loves Ree.

His fingers pet its soft fur, wandering in every detail, trying to burn in his soul how alive and colored it used to be before today.

Virgil felt like crying, felt like hugging his old-representation with all his might and just spent the rest of the day like this, pleading that Ree would come back and Virgil would do better and everything could be back to normal again.

But he refused.

He refused to cry like a baby. He refused to let this happen to him. He refused to be made a fool by the Soulmate System or whatever sadistic creature that observed him right now. He refused to go through all of this again. 

Ever again.

Virgil opened his closet and got up on his chair, hiding the shark on the highest shelf under a bunch of old comforts he never got to use.

They wanted him to be a Colorless? Very well, then.

[~*~]

Anger is when the dog who lives in you shows its teeth.

Sadness is a gigantic hand that squeezes your heart.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[~*~]

Hiya, Dee.

Some days are better, some are worse. 

It hurts.

But, hm, good things, right? Today was sunny and refreshing, I love when this happens. A ladybug landed in my hand yesterday, it was so small… I also found another beautiful feather when I went to the park last weekend, very fluffy and a baby on the bus smiled at me after I made some funny faces.

I hope you’re also receiving and giving some beautiful smiles there. Aunt just called me for the movie night so… See you later!

I miss-

Love, Heart.

[…]

Virgil woke up sweating. A tight feeling clutching the back of his mind. However, he managed to catch himself before his eyes opened, the back of his hand pressing them, as if to make sure they wouldn’t open against his will.

Urg… Not this again…

Virgil pressed harder the pillow curling around his head, the pressure easing the irritation as he groaned in protest, wondering how much more time it would take before he finally grew used to this routine. An annoying sensation banged rhythmically on his chest, hammering together with his heart and flying along with the butterflies on his stomach over and over again until a slightly nausea almost leaded the one in pajamas to give up and just find the nearest stuffed animal so his soulmate’s bond could finally be initiated, his representation showed up and then the exhausted teen could finally get some freaking rest  and then proceed to turn a blind eye to his soulmate for the rest of their lives.

Who would say that ignoring the Soulmate System would be so hard?

But, damn, even if this shit always came back at the right moment when the first ray of sunshine hit his face, usually Virgil had at least the freedom of the night to sleep!

His hand wandered clumsily, hitting the bean bag next to his bed and looking for the small device he always left there for the night. He sighs when his fingers make contact with the cold of his phone, quickly bringing it up to his face and making sure nothing else could get in his eye field. On the third try he succeeded to put the right password, ignoring the video shining on it and quickly lowering the brightness of his screen until it was almost nonexistent. 

Four in the morning. What the heck was his not-for-much-longer-soulmate doing up at this hour??

Ok. It didn’t matter, Virgil murmured to himself, his words slurring, completely engulfed by the fog of sleepiness which continued to involve him. It didn’t matter because Virgil was sure he would manage to win that battle, just like he did on every other occasion since Ree. Of course, he never had a perfect receipt for this, only a group of superficial orientations as focusing on something else, tossing around the mattress until the exhaustion took over his body or doing anything that guaranteed his suborn nature to fight until the bond faded away with some hours, maybe one or two days. 

However, this one was about to complete a whole week and his resolution was beginning to weaken, escaping between his fingers regardless of how much he fought to hold it with tooth and nails. The mild headache growing on him was the proof of this.

He flipped his pillow, letting its cold surface rest on his face, adjusting himself to lay starfished onto the bed. 

He needed distractions. 

Songs. He liked to listen to music a lot, something he would be very much inclined to do now if it wasn’t so late and his earphones were so far away. But, stopping to think about it, it was crazy how sounds work, like, even if they’re far away they manage to be heard. Pretty much like that weird sound captured by that boat who was only minding its business… The Bloop. Heh. The Bloop. Such a stupid name… He wondered if it was a Jurassic animal doing that and when humanity would be finally able to answer his question. If it is really an animal will they call him Bloop? That is a horrible name to give to something probably gigantic and scary… Bloop… Bloopers… blooo...

His muscles from his toes to the tip of his fingers began to relax, his breathing becoming more erratic as the trail of nonsense thoughts led him away from reality and straight to the cloak of Morpheus. Bit by bit he started to be unaware of his room. First the faint sound of his spider quietly scraping the sand on her terrarium, second the sensation of the pillow on his face, then the cold of his phone as it slipped away from his hand…

And, unsupervised by the teenager's eyes, his index finger hit the ‘play’ button on the video, and the blasting of Aquiles Priester’s drums filled the room in a hot shot, followed in the same second by Virgil’s hoarse scream. The confusion and sound making the one with heterochromatic eyes stumble to a sit position, blankets and pillows falling from him as his astonished movements tried to be coordinated enough to turn off his phone before his mother woke up and decided to know why and what her son was doing up at four-darn-morning. 

The button was hit and the silence was faster in cover the room all over again, being only broken by Virgil’s shaken gasps, his trembling fingers laying on his adulterated heartbeats, taking large, wobbly deep breaths in order to normalize it, his attention entirely focused on hearing any hint of muffled step outside his room.

In. Hold. Out.

In. Hold. Out.

He was fine. Everything was fine. 

This was only a scare.

In. Hold. Out.

In. Hold. Out.

Okay. No sound. Virgil allowed himself to fall on his bed, stretching and humming in attempts to ground him to reality, not taking too long to let the sleepiness begin to slowly crawl to his mind again, his body feeling surprisingly much lighter than it had been in days. A yawn escaped from his lips. What the hell he was doing with his cell phone anyway?

For the second time in the night his body fled to a sitting position, the sudden calm and coziness which hit his senses now having a slightly sour taste on his mouth as the teenager realized what it meant.

His soulmate bond was complete.

His gaze flew to the small pile of fabric on the floor, a glint of a sky-blue color shining amidst it. He pushed his blankets away and his breath hitched when the full form of his soulmate’s representation was shown.

Oh no. Nononono. That was- 

That wasn’t normal. Nor supposed to happen. Oh shit. Shitshitshitshit. What could he do?

Virgil dropped – carefully, even if the cold on the bottom of his stomach screamed for him to run! – the object on his bed, getting across the room and right in front of his closet in a blink of an eye. The door flung open, his gaze scrambling through all his possessions in search of that specific teddy bear his mother gave him a year ago, telling it was going to help him to heal, grabbing it firmly and plopping it next to the blue fabric calmly laying on his mattress. He bit his nails while his eyes ran from an object to another, waiting for the color to somewhat jump on the plushie, where it was supposed to go in the first place.

Virgil stared inquisitively at his pillow- no, his soulmate’s representation, as if he could scare the reality into changing itself. His fingers ran through his hair, feet pacing on the floor.

 Ok. His soulmate was a pillow. A literal pillow. That was not good.

Before he could fall on his parasitizing thoughts or hide the pillow and pretend nothing had happened, a badly muffled sound reached him, making his body freeze as his brain immediately recognized what it was:

Crying.

[...]

Before is a caterpillar who didn’t become a butterfly, yet.

Indecision is when you know very well what you want, but you think you should want another thing.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[...]

Hey, dear! Heart here again! It’s been a time, huh? I discovered a new Pet Shop nearby and a very nice old lady let me play with the puppies after school. You really should see the hamsters there! They’re the cutest, most precious soft things!!

They don’t have any snakes, sadly.

I… I hid your teddy bear and I’m getting used to not stare at the right corner of the mattress, looking for you. 

I still miss your smooth thoughts, your warmth, your advice and receipts and… you.

I think I’m getting better. The sensation is starting to feel… normal.

Remember we-

I used to-

I know you won’t really read this, but I’m trying to keep taking care of myself. 

Hooray?

Love, Heart.

[…]

Patton loved stuffed animals and this was a fact that anyone who got into his room for barely two seconds would realize. Small plushies of multicolored frogs rested on his shelves. A big polite giraffe sat on his desk, proudly showing off her new necktie and his older ones were in the closet, guarding his favorites clothes. His soulmates, of course, had a special treatment, receiving a seat on his bed, closer to him and within his research at any occasion, emergency or not.

And that was an emergency. Well…technically. 

Maybe…

Perhaps not. 

The teenager changed to a sitting position, his fingers trapping the mattress in a deadly grip, tears falling from his eyes, which was firmly focused on the moon shaped night light across his room, trying to kick out the too cold, too hot feeling the nightmare left on his skin. 

His brain felt fuzzy and his thoughts were all mushed together, way too messy to properly fight against the memories of his dream replaying on his head. The sensation of pure despair still running on his veins as the monster – tall, fast, its shadow hovering over his small form – chased him and his friends. Patton still felt his throat dry after running for what seemed hours, and for when he realized they would never manage to actually escape from it. He could feel the betrayed eyes of his loved ones as he made each one of them trip, the small period when the monster got them giving him enough time to escape, the screams ringing on his ears.

He muffled his sobs, slapping his hand on his mouth and getting up, going to his closet and grabbing his panda. It was one of the fluffiest stuffed animals he had and he could use a bit of softness right now. His steps were tired and he hid his face on the plushie even before laying on his bed again, curling around the bear as if it was the core of safeness, as if it would make all the bad thoughts and feelings go away.

As if it could erase all the nightmare and convince the part of his mind which said that if it was real life, that would be exactly what he would do, that it was wrong.

It was! It was completely wrong! Patton would never, ever, betray his friends, or hurt them, or go away when they needed most! He wouldn’t. He would fight, if it was needed. He would do his best every single time to help them! To be there. He wouldn’t just run away. He couldn’t. He couldn’t be alone. He didn’t even bear that thought.

[A part of his soul struggled, firm on its position. It kept holding into a bond that directed to another soul who kept pushing him away, both refusing to change their mind.]

Bear. Patton let go of a weak, barely audible, forced giggle, squeezing the panda on his touch tighter. Panda was a bear. Heh. His tears began to calm themselves, falling slower from the corner of his eyes, a strange and sudden wave of strange, but welcomed calmness hitting him.

A sudden warm touch laid on his forehead.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Patton gasped, his wide eyes flying open to stare at the now purple plushie on his grip.

Purple. Pandas weren’t purple. He was sure this one was always white with black dots and tiny glasses on it. Definitely not purple. Not unless it was-

Oh. 

Ohhh.

Oh no.

For a moment his breath was taken, adrenaline exploded across his body and his mind went blank, his face stumbling forward to press his lips on the panda’s forehead, a completely lack of words, especially when a flow of sentences began to appear running over themselves and leading to his very tired brain to struggle in order to try to grasp their meaning before another phrase came and took its place.

[His body seemed to relax, letting go of a ball of tension Patton didn’t even realize he had in the first place.]

“Fuck, sorry, that was pretty dumb. Of course you’re not fine, why else would you be crying? What I was trying to say is: Can you get better? No, wait! That sounded harsh and it’s definitely not what I meant- wanted to say. Ehh, shit. Okay. Uhh. Breath, okay? Breathing is a good thing. You have to breathe to stay alive so I think it’s already a good start. Keep breathing, please do not die. Oh god, wait, that is not a dangerous situation, is it? Are you in danger? Are you dying? Oh, fuck I can’t hear-”

A startled giggle made a run from Patton’s lips, making his new soulmate to be quiet.

“Urg, sorry.”

“No, no. I was not laughing at you!” He adjusted his grip so the only part touching the purple bear would be him holding one of his paws, realizing he forgot to stop hugging him earlier. “I am okay. I just… didn’t want to cry on you, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t, huh, care.”

“Crazy how bonds happen nowadays.” Patton attempted a joke, feeling suddenly a bit vulnerable, internally wishing the other wouldn’t ask about the reason for his tears. “It-It’s hot today, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, with the Sun and everything.”

“Yeepp.” Patton sniffed, cleaning the tear track left on his cheeks before resting his back on the bed’s headboard, a beginning of a headache after that waterfall of emotions shining in the horizon.

“...Do you want to listen to a song? It helps me to calm down when I’m, ya know.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m already a bit better.”

“Ok, sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Maybe it was sleepiness or the excitement of having a new soulmate, but before he could think much more about it the hidden truth was slipping from his mouth, “I’m grounded. No phone for the week.”

“That sucks.” The teenager just shrugged, hoping his soulmate would understand the action by his movement. 

Silence impregnated the room, spreading and filling his system, his eyelashes closing bit by bit.

“I know how to play guitar. I can… play a song for you. Onlyifyouwantofcourse.” The thought was quick, quiet and disappeared as soon as it arrived, leading Patton to almost believe he imagined it.

A good feeling bloomed in his chest, a smile flourishing on his face as he held his soulmate’s free hand, carefully squeezing them in what he hoped it showed his gratitude.

“I would love to.”

“’Kay. Uh, cool. Give me a second.”

And then a few minutes later his form was engulfed by warmth. Patton let go a sigh of relief, basically melting in the so caring touch, don't having the heart - that word gave a hurtful tug in his chest - to remember his new soulmate he couldn't really hear the accords, only the shy, calming humming rumbling on his chest and lullabying them to a peaceful sleep.

[~*~]

Feeling is the language the heart uses when it needs to send a message.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings.

[~*~]

"How can I call you?" 

Patton stopped his voice before that old nickname got out, scratching his throat. He should try to move on, right? 

Baby steps. 

"Pat." 

"Pat?" 

"Pat-Pat!" 

Virgil rolled his eyes, denying the small smile which appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“You can call me V.”

[…]

“So, you’re a pillow.”

Patton blinked, a surprised snort filling the room. “V, I know I often say I’m soft but if you wanted to rest on me all you needed to do was ask!” He added some shadowing on some feathers, giving the drawing of the Bem-te-Vi more profundity. He was really happy he found that site about the birds of America. 

“No, I mean literally. Like… your representation is not a stuffed animal, it’s a pillow.”

“Oooh…” He blinked a few times. “I didn’t know that still happens.”

“What do you mean with ‘still happens’? This happened to you before?”

“Not with me, but I saw a video about this! Before the plushies became famous due their shape being easier to be seen as human-like, the bond would form in anything that could be quickly dyed, just like clothes, pieces of fabric, pillows… I think if they showed it to a doctor, he would describe their condition as ‘comfortable!’” Patton shook lightly the panda’s shoulder, smiling. “Uh? Got it? Comfortable? Because they’re soft?”

“Pat, that was horrible.”

“Awww, come oon.” Patton rested his chin on V’s head, forgetting his drawing for a while. “Puns are harder than knock knock jokes! You have to wait for the perfect timing to make them.” Virgil huffed. “Not even an itsy bitsy giggle?”

“Nope.”

Silence.

“Pat?”

“No. I am pouting.”

He felt a couple of pats (ha-) on his head, the touching going away in a few seconds. “You will get there some day.” The other answered his soulmate with a raspberry, giggling a bit of his own silliness before going back to his hobby. He really was planning to finish this bird today.

“The thing is… Since you’re, ya know, a pillow. I was thinking… okay, I know that this will sound weird but… I was thinking of putting some clothes on your representation so I can… try to see you better.” 

“Ah.”

“Only if you’re comfortable, sure!”

“No, no. I am! It’s just…” Patton bit his lips, lightly squeezing the shell of his ear with the hand that wasn’t holding the pencil, adjusting his body to a better sitting position. “What clothes do you have in mind? Not that I think your taste is bad or you don’t know how to choose good clothes or something like that!”

“No, it’s cool!” The thought came in the moment Patton forced himself to stop his nervous talking. “I wanted to ask you because of that, I, uh, have black t-shirts, jeans, an old grey hoodie, PJs, clothes when I was a kid, onesies, maybe I can get a dress?”

“Gasp. Do you have onesies?? Aww, I want!”

“Everyone has a onesie.” Virgil mumbled in defense, feeling his cheeks getting hot. “I have a skeleton one, a raccoon and the Toothless from How to Tra-”

“OHMYGOSH YOU HAVE TOOTHLESS!” Virgil had absolutely no idea how Pat managed to make a thought so high pitched and excited to the point the words themselves were barely understandable. “HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS, CUTE LIL DRAGON…” and then a bunch of squeaks and mumbling took over his brain just as he has hugged and then lightly bounced before suddenly everything disappeared.

He decided it was safer to let the silence prolong itself a bit longer.

…

“Pat?”

“You might need to give me a few more minutes, kiddo.”

“You need to chill, dude.” Virgil remarked, a ray of fondness shining in his words. He gathered his onesie. It was his favorite one when he was fourteen, now it didn’t even fit on him anymore and it clearly wasn’t made to be used by a pillow, as well, but it would suffice until he thought of a better solution. “Ok. Got it, you might want to use your Blocker now.”

“Okayy, it’s somewhereeeeee...” Patton rummaged the content of his backpack, looking for the earphone-shaped object. He hadn’t the chance to buy the wireless prototype, so he struggled a few seconds to untangle the cables. “Here! So, see you in fifteen minutes?”

“Ok. If you hear or feel something just touch my arm and I will immediately stop.” 

“Right!! Bye!” Patton waved, more a habit than anything else, plugging the Blocker on his ears and the cluing its ventosa behind his head, right where his cerebellum was. A few pieces of time went by before his head became partially empty, only his thoughts filling it. He put the panda away. 

It was a strange feeling, to use this outside his school, nor parallel conversation of his classmates or a teacher’s voice filling the air to distract his attention for the fact that he couldn’t hear or feel his soulmates anymore. He hummed, wondering how Lo was and writing a self note on the corner of his paper that he should check on him later, ask for him to finish that story with the smart detective he was telling him on Sunday before Patton fell asleep due the other’s habit to keep petting his hair, probably a revenge for Patton’s constant need to hugging, holding or actively interacting with his serious soulmate’s representation, more often than not receiving fond-exasperate pokes in return.

He looked through the window, mind wandering as the wind hit the tree in his neighbor’s yard, messing with its leaves. It was a bit lonely to have your thoughts all to yourself…

But not entirely bad.

[…]

“Sooo, howz does it looks like?” The naturally excited voice asked. Virgil just pressed his hand firmer on his lips, his other arm hugging his middle. His gaze fell for what it felt the umpteen time in the blue dyed pillow before him, the sleeves of  his onesie folded inwards in a poor attempt to cut half of its original length, the ‘legs’ were criss crossed and all of this ignoring, of course, the unnatural rectangular shape of the whole thing.   

‘Like shit.’ It was his first thought, but he decided to not send it to Pat.

“Weird.”

“I am looking at my pillows right now and-” giggles, “but come ooon, it’s Toothless! There is no way it isn’t at least a bit cute!”

‘You have no neck.’ He internally panicked, looking at the few, sporadic tiny blue hearts appearing amidst the black onesie, showing the representation was getting used to the new fabric attached to it. ‘A probably-head, shoulders but no neck. It’s like a reverse freaking giraffe!’

However, Virgil decided against sharing this particular vision with the other. 

“I guess. Are you… breathing well or whatever?” His tune was a mix of nonchalant and nervous, the choice of words making him wince.

“I am. Why?”

“No. Nothing. No reason.”

“Oookay.” The teenage signed at the confusion on his soulmate’s tune, why did he had to talk in the first place or be so weird making a such big deal of something stupid like that? Urg. He stared at the blue object one more time. Damn Soulmate System. Damn destiny. Damn lack of socialization skills.

…………

But, dude, really, the guy has literally no neck here, there is NO WAY he isn’t feeling nothing because of that. Pat is probably lying because he pities him after a so horrible, futile attempt of fixing what he caused. No. Wait. He can’t just assume his soulmate is lying because of his overthinking, the other part of his brain retorted. Was he overthinking? He probably was. He always did it. Or perhaps this was a correct inkling of Pat. Soulmates were supposed to do that sort of thing after some time, right? One week was enough time? What he-

“Hey!” Pat’s thought cut his own. “Sooo, now that you can ‘see’ me a bit better… hug? You can say no if you want, sure!”

Virgil blinked one, two, three times.

“Ok. But you let go when I let go, got it?”

“Sure thing, V!” Warmth bloomed in his chest when he heard his nickname, Virgil wasn’t sure why.

He embraced the representation, feeling a bit silly, the same feeling that was fast to go away as Pat hugged him as well, firm but careful. The sensation overwhelmed his senses, but in a good way, leading the one who loved guitars and got a strange hyper fixation on drums to let go a sigh, body relaxing.

He patted Pat’s back two times before finishing the touch. “There you go.”

“Thanks! Sooo, see you later.”

“Sure thing.” He agreed, wanting nothing more than a good hot bath after so many feelings in such a small period of time. 

“uwu”

“How the fu-” 

“NO SWEARING!”

“-did you do that?”

Virgil snorted, the warmth still spreading on his chest and maybe - only maybe, - having a new soulmate wasn’t an entire bad thing.

[lucidpantone]

Wtfock Fanfic Recommends (Worlds/Lit adapt) Pt.1

What up Fockers! 🤘🏽(am back 😈)

Catch up on previous recommends here.

Worlds/Literary adaptation

Literary adaptation is the adapting of a literary source (e.g. a novel, short story, poem) to another genre or medium.

ITW = In the works

**Given recent events with wtfamers concerned over adult content not being marked properly I will be marking all these fics via the USA film rating system. I am going to air on the side of caution so if am over zealous its in respect to others. These ratings are a combination of my opinion and the author’s tags in Ao3.** Vampires

Open your soul out and let it pour out (oneshot) by orphan_account (PG-13)

Lets call this fic what it is. A bite feast. Do you wanna skip all the vampire lore and exposition and just get your teeth sinked into a one shot? Well here you go a funny little oneshot in which Sander bites Robbe(no turning). Its a quickie but it certainly quenched my thirst.

Dead of night (ITW) by orphan_account (PG)

Can’t say to much about this fic. Its a chaptered fic that started to get it wheels turning but we seem to be stuck in neutral. Author you asked for some HC to inspire you to write so jumping off your last vamp fic I would suggested exploring Sander as a lone wolf vampire and how finding Robbe ignites the idea to mate or to herd again. 

Paint me in trust (complete) by themoongirl/ @dearrobbe @dearsander (R/mainly due to violence)

Just completed and what a ride. This is truly a structured love story and though I don’t think the arc will be novel it doesn’t matter because this is such a deep love story about forgiveness, acceptance and sacrifice. I also love how the other characters feed the love story as a whole and how their experiences shaped Sander and Robbe to make decisions about how far they were truly willing to go to be together. The writing is so solid that you will wheeze through this fic. Structurally I think this fic is the author’s best work to date. Alpha/Beta/Omega 

Don't you call him baby (ITW) by @ayellowcurtain (R/Mature)

Big big shout out to this writer for doing something that is rarely successful which is creating an entire narrative story via prompts. Anyone out there who wants to start writing a world inspired fic but maybe feels like they would love input in what ideas to explore within that worlds setting should look at this fic as an example. Its really angsty and at times challenges the idea of the typical Sander alpha and Robbe omega love story. Its really unique but in an incredibly intelligent way and once again its told entirely through short form prompts. Its really great to see an author allowing their readers to create the angles of their storytelling.

Rescue my heart (I'll drown without you) (ITW) by @skamsnake & @zaddyskam (Explicit/Mature/NC-17) Kudos to the detailed world descriptions and exposition building that snake and zaddy undertake in explaining concepts around ABO because I didn’t even know what this genre was until I read this fic. From my understanding ABO writers decide what ABO concepts they borrow or chose not to use in the ABO world. This fic is in canon so set during an equivalent timeline to S3. We get an in-depth look into concepts such as alpha space and also how in this society Alphas/Omegas and Betas live and date interchangeably. Of course we have the normal angst ridden love story at the center of s3 but with a twist or should I say a knot.

Holding On Tight To You (Complete) by pinksaltcrystals (PG-13)

Am really happy to have a ABO fic in the mix that stays within a realm that accommodates readers of all ages. There is no explicit sexual content in this fic aside from mentions of heat and rut. It is a really good case study into how heat effects Robbe (omega) and also the very primal instincts the Alpha/Omega dynamic spark between the lovers(R+S) outside of sexual encounters. Also I love to see how other character canons in this fic are developed. Some interesting choices between who is an alpha/omega and beta. Really gripping read that explains the science of omega heat in the ABO world. 

Sander & Robbe (ITW) by JesseLblack / @jesyblack (Explicit/Mature/NC-17)

Written in Spanish this mpreg fic explores teenage Robbe getting pregnant after unprotected sex. Scandalous! It’s not complete yet but interesting concepts around teenage pregnancy in the ABO world and heighten fertility during heat. Author I haven’t seen an update in awhile but I would be really interested to see where you were going to take this.

Bring me a higher love (complete) By Skamtrash / @vearthling(Explicit/Mature/NC-17)

An Mpreg fic set into the future in which Robbe decides he wants to be a young dad and he has to convince Sander of that too. Once pregnant this is a cute quirky little fic into the weird abnormalities of pregnancy cravings and adjustments that ring very true to what most couples go through in these developing months. Super sugary and Sander gets no.1 best pregnancy partner in this fic. 

Hunger Games

just another dressed up heartbreak (turned his tears to diamonds in his crown) (kinda of a oneshot its part of a volume of works) by aletterinthenameofsanity  (R/mainly due to mentions of every dark trope you can think of)

Robbe and Sander victors of the 80th games. Cold blooded killers that fell deep in love during their Victory tour. This is a one shot in a large volume of works for this author exploring the Hunger Games. Milan is our Haymitch, I mean of course he is. This fic is a one shot part of the larger volume but in this part of the story we find out just because you win the games doesn’t mean the competition to stay alive has ended. Its sinister, dark and not for the fate of heart but some very interesting tropes explored and we truly get reminded that the capital always wins in the end. Also be prepared to see our evak couples how you have never seen them before. I like this fic alot but trigger warnings at every corner as this volume of fics are very very dark.

Game of Thrones

I, I Will Be King (ITW) by proawler / @sander-schmander (PG)

Sander Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Six Kingdoms. Sander Targaryen is betrothed to Britt Lannister when Olenna Tyrell invites the king to a party at Highgarden. During his visit he meets Robbe Tyrell and all the tiresome work of politics melts away as he is completely mesmerized by the budding flower standing before him. Author please continue this fic!!! Its so good. I love everything I have read thus far. I beg of you, am a sucker for GOT and you have done a fantastic job thus far capturing this world.

GOT fics continued in part 2....

[orkestrations]

wip roundup

i was tagged by @thenarator! time to list the Way Too Many wips i have lol

1. syzygy: this is my epic. alternate quirk izuku, dadzawa, dfo, currently 280k written for this series and counting

2. a little more victory: quirkless enby izuku, they’re at UA in the hero course, includes lots of feral gremlin child antics. includes not-an-asshole katsuki as their brother, and neito, himiko, and tooru as their closest friends.

3. falling backwards // broken mirror: time travel, 19yo pro hero izuku dies and finds himself in the past... sharing a body with his younger self. majorly hurt/comfort

4. fuguelike: the home of phantasmagoric, my terrible horrible timeloop fic, and its sequels. currently eyeballing it at... four or five parts long? warnings for gore, graphic violence, and temporary character death. there’s also some major-league dadzawa and dadmight and some haunted OFA action

5. our souls are open wounds (we may heal together): my future fic. 28yo pro hero izuku reaches his lowest point and asks for help. featuring so much dadzawa, tenya is an amazing friend, and so much hurt/comfort it may actually kill you

6. Compass: my reincarnation au! midoriya izuku, age 14, dies. akatani izuku, age 14, watches pro hero lemillion die in front of him and is entrusted with- you guessed it- OFA.

7. Seven Midoriyas: currently still in the process of being written, a long oneshot that’s basically “sanders sides but it’s izuku and actually he was hit by a quirk that splits him into manifestations of his personality traits so now there’s seven different versions of izuku running around and oh god the one named sin just got into a fight”

8. untitled time travel wip: did i need another time travel fic? no. do i have one? yes. izuku gets thrown into the past... two hundred years into the past, when two brothers were deep in the thickest part of their fight.

9. ageswap au: still in the early outlining/brainstorming process, but basically, class 1-A and Aizawa’s age group (plus a few others) swap places. featuring: toshinori is still an adult, izuku is class 1-a’s quirkless hero homeroom teacher, and in the absence of izuku, toshinori found another quirkless teenager to pass OFA to who is now losing her mind at the fact of izuku’s very existence. also, dadzuku, because. just because. i can reverse dadzawa aizawa :D he gets the homeroom teacher hero dad now

i have way too many wips. i’m tagging @warpinator, @queenangst, @birdantlers, @yamadadzawa, @plusultrachaos, @tired-taro, and @12redsky34. if i have to suffer, i’m bringing you all with me /j

[logicality-vs-prinxiety]

Reunited

Pairing/s: Prinxiety (you decide if it's platonic or romantic)

Virgil shrank in his seat, first days always cause his anxiety to spike. The chatter in the classroom faded away as the teacher entered the room.

"Welcome back, everyone! I'm sure summer was wonderful but I'm afraid we're back to reality now." A handful of students groaned at the reminder. "Anyways! A new student will be joining us this year. Would you mind introducing yourself?"

From the middle of the room, a boy with soft, brown hair stood up, wearing a bright, confident grin. As Virgil glanced at him, he was filled with a sense of... Nostalgia? He didn't quite understand why. Virgil looked at the boy once more, he actually looked rather familiar...

"Hi, I'm Roman Prince! My family just recently moved back into this neighborhood. We actually lived here before, when I was a child."

Something clicked in Virgil's mind. Roman Prince. He knew that name. That was the name of his childhood best friend. The Roman that was always by his side ever since he was born. The Roman that would play tag with him and hug Virgil when he caught him. The Roman that would cuddle him whenever he was scared or upset. His best friend.

Virgil couldn't rip his wide eyes from Roman. He remembered getting the news that Roman was moving away, they had a sleepover the day before he had to leave. That night, Virgil was barely able to sleep. He was too busy sobbing in his bed as they cuddled one last time. He wanted to cherish what he thought would be his last moments with his best friend.

Roman had sat down by now, and the teacher was starting the first lesson. He was unable to focus for the whole day, thinking about whether he should approach Roman or not. Worst case scenario, Roman doesn't remember him at all and he ends up embarrassing himself. On the other hand, their relationship was pretty solid, Roman would most likely remember him.

By dismissal, Virgil was sitting in the entrance of the school, weighing his options. He still hasn't made a solid decision when he saw Roman about to pass the gate. His body was on autopilot, apparently, as he found himself walking in Roman's general direction. By the time he caught up to him, they were quite a distance away from the school.

"Hey, uh, excuse me?" Roman turned around with raised eyebrows, standing just a few feet from Virgil. He felt small under Roman's gaze, but he managed to work up the courage to speak.

"I, uh, I don't know if you remember me, but my name's Virgil and-"

He was quickly cut off by another body pressed against his. Virgil froze as Roman tightly wrapped his arms around him, it took him a few seconds before fully processing what was happening and returning the hug.

"I knew you looked familiar. God, I miss you so much." Roman's breath on Virgil's ear caused a shiver to run through his spine. He stood there awkwardly, Roman's practically a stranger now. He's probably changed, they haven't spoken to each other in years after all.

But Roman's hold never loosened. Virgil thought maybe, just maybe, Roman's still the same boy as he was all those years ago. Virgil sighed, finally letting loose and letting his head rest on Roman's shoulder. In turn, Roman perched his chin on the top of his head.

They stood there, unmoving in the middle of the sidewalk as they held each other. Cherishing the moment, they spent quute some time frozen in thw spot.

Eventually, Roman was the first to move away. Virgil blushed as Roman kept his right hand on his waist, and the other at his shoulder.

"How have you been? Oh my god, I missed you so much!" Roman gushed excitedly, Virgil couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's excitement.

"Good, good. Hey, maybe you'd, uh, want to come over? Catch up, y'know? I think my dads would be delighted to see you again- I mean, only if you want to..."

Roman's smile brightened even more, which Virgil thought was impossible. "Sure! Yes! Of course, I'd love to! Shall we walk together?" Virgil was pulled into a hug once more.

"'Course, we haven't moved. Do you still remember where I live?"

"Duh! With how much time I used to spend there, I might as well start paying rent." They both laughed, especially Virgil because he knew it was true.

He finally has a friend again.

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tags: @wherethewaterstarts-andyouend @logicality-trash @musikasworld

this is in the same universe as "Someday, Someday" as well as my baby prinxiety post here!!!!!!!!!!

find it on wattpad!!! "sanders sides oneshots for the soul" by wroammin!!!!!!

and something doesnt quite feel right with this, constructive criticism is more than welcome!!!!

how was it????? if you have any feedback let me know!!!!!!!!

[amaya777]

How It All Started... | A Twisted Wonderland OC Oneshot

This is a oneshot specifically for my TW OC, Sander Erickson. It’s been so so long since I posted his profile, knowing that I should have done this way sooner. I apologize for that! Anyways, like what the title says this will be about how it all started, Sander and Azul’s first meeting along with the exact nature of their relationship on both sides.

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Sander was standing in line with all of the other freshmen at the Mirror Chamber, waiting for his turn to come while other students were being sorted. He glanced around at his surroundings and down at his ceremonial robes as he still could hardly believe that he is even at Night Raven College right now. While he knew of those who can cast magic from books and television, his parents never mentioned anything of it so he always thought that he was the same, even if he felt otherwise deep down. So when he had gotten the sudden invitation to Night Raven College, THE most prestigious magic school in all of Twisted Wonderland, it was a complete shock to say the least really. But it must mean that he is destined for greater things, that he can actually do something worthwhile with his life as opposed to just staying on that island forever. Soon it was his turn as he stepped up to the mirror of darkness and it told him to state his name. “Sander Erickson”

“The shape of thy soul is…..Octavinelle!”

Sander got the result as he then went to stand in line with the other students that also got sorted into Octavinelle, wondering what his dorm will be like. As he waited while the rest of the students were being sorted, he could feel eyes on him. So he turned to the front of their group and saw him; a taller male with silver hair, blue eyes and glasses who had flashed a brief smile at him. Sander smiled back before realizing that he must be their dorm leader as then he looked away in embarrassment. Eventually all of the freshmen got sorted into their dorms as it came to an end and now they were going to be heading to their dorms. “To all the new students, I would like to say congratulations on your enrollment. As the dorm head of Octavinelle, I will support each of you the best that I can. Let us go then,” the silver-haired male spoke with a smile before he led the way to a mirror labelled Octavinelle. He gestured for them all to go through it and wait for him as one by one they all went and so did Sander, appearing in what looks to be the common room for the dorm. 

But he was absolutely amazed to see that the dorm was actually underwater, not thinking that a dorm could ever possibly be underwater at all. He also noticed that the dorm had decor that was all sea-themed in teal and lavender, thinking that this place was meant for him. Wow, how did he get so lucky enough to end up sorted into a perfect dorm such as this? After a few minutes, the silver-haired male then came through the mirror along with two almost identical guys that are tall and had different colored eyes as they went up to the front.

“Welcome to Octavinelle! I am Azul Ashengrotto and I am your dorm head of Octavinelle. This is Jade Leech, my vice head and this is Jade’s brother Floyd Leech,” the silver-haired male named Azul introduced himself and then the males standing to the right and left of him. The one on the right named Jade smiled gently and gave a bow while the one on the left named Floyd just waved and gave a big toothy grin, seeing how sharp his teeth were.

Then Azul proceeded to give a tour of the dormitory as everyone followed the three upperclassmen, being shown where their dorm rooms are while going over the Octavinelle rules before making their way down to a place called the Monstro Lounge. Sander was stunned, seeing that it was sea-themed too but very sophisticated as it had the atmosphere of a cafe and lounge. The most spectacular thing was all the large beautiful aquariums throughout the space filled with fish, thinking that he could spend all day here. It also seemed to be quite busy with second and third year students as customers and also working as servers and kitchen staff; wearing black, purple and white suits with gray scarves and a matching fedora.

“This is the Monstro Lounge, our pride and joy. It’s the perfect place for students to get some food and drinks while they study or hang out with friends. It is student-run by myself and Octavinelle students of course, so if you would like to help out, do not hesitate to ask me as we can always use workers. If you or anyone you know needs help with anything at all or just need someone to talk with, you can always come see me in the VIP Lounge here. I can grant any wish that you so desire, in keeping with the benevolence of the Sea Witch after all.”

Azul had spoken with a big grin as Jade nodded while Floyd chuckled. The students were very surprised and interested in the wish part while Sander smiled so much and had sparkles in his eyes. Azul runs this lounge and even grants wishes to help out others? He is exactly what Sander wants to be, again feeling so lucky that he ended up in this dorm with such a wonderful dorm head.

The first week Sander was getting settled into his new school life and his desire to become more like his dorm head grew after finding out that Azul was intelligent along with him being so charismatic and hard-working with running the Monstro Lounge. He was visiting the lounge a second time, having enjoyed some of the food and drink as he still couldn’t get over how lovely the aquariums were to look at when Jade appeared.

“Oh, hello Sander. It is good to see you again. You seem to be enjoying the Monstro Lounge a lot, yes?”

“Oh, yes. The aquariums are so pretty and the food and drinks are good too. Is Azul busy right now, by any chance?”

Jade had heard this as he had a smirk on his face for a quick second before returning to a normal smile and shaking his head.

“No, he isn’t busy at the moment. Would you like to speak with him?”

“Yes, that would be great,” Sander had said back to Jade with a smile as he nodded. The other kept a smile on his face as he gestured for the student to follow him towards the VIP Lounge. But then the other twin came over, having noticed Jade and the young boy. “Oh, taking Sandy to Azul, huh? I wanna come!”

“Of course you can come with us, Floyd.”

Floyd grinned as he stood on the other side of Sander, putting his hand on his head and ruffling up his hair. Sander sighed as he fixed it, knowing that even after only a week here, somehow he ended up being the one that Floyd likes to tease and mess with. But now he really felt so short and intimidated, standing in between these two tall students as they went back to walking. Once they got to the door, Jade knocked on it before Azul said to come in as Jade opened it and let Sander walk in first before he and Floyd went in, shutting the door behind them. There was Azul Ashengrotto sitting in the chair behind the desk with stacks of paperwork, looking up to see Sander as he smiled.

“Sander Erickson, what a pleasure to see you. Sit down, make yourself comfortable. What can I help you with?” Azul spoke as he gestured for the other to sit down on one of the couches. Sander nodded as he sat down and thought about what he wanted to say.

“Um, I-I would like to work in the Monstro Lounge if that’s possible.”

He finally did it, waiting for Azul’s response to his request as seconds seemed like an eternity to him right now.

“Excellent. Do you know how to cook? Have you ever been a waiter or worked in an establishment before?” Azul had then asked with a smile on his face.

“No, I’m not really a cook. I’ve never worked as a waiter or in an establishment either. But I can clean, wash dishes, learn how to be a waiter. I’ll even run errands for you, I will do anything. I just really want to work under and learn from you,” Sander had said back as he bowed his head, praying he would be given the chance. He didn’t see that Azul had a smirk on his face before Azul pulled out a piece of paper and a pen, standing up and moving to sit down on the couch across from Sander.

“Really now? You are quite determined, that is a quality I like to see in Octavinelle students. But this is serious, not just something that you can do on a whim and then quit after only a week, understood?”

“Yes, of course!”

Azul smiled as he placed the paper, a standard contract and a pen on the table before sliding them over to Sander.

“Good. Since you’re open to anything pretty much, I’ll have you work as a floater and do whatever is needed the days you’re working. Then if I need you for an errand or to cover someone else’s shift at the last minute, I will contact you. I expect you to come in for work when you’re supposed to and do what is asked of you by me or Jade. I will not tolerate slackers and laziness in my Monstro Lounge. You’ll work here for this school year and then at the end depending on your performance, we may let you work here again next year. This contract just states what I have told you along with your payment for work as well. Sign and initial at the bottom.”

Sander nodded back, having listened to Azul as he understood and looked down at the contract before him.

“Understood. I’ll work really hard!” Sander said back with a grin as he took the pen before signing his name and his initials. Then he handed them back to Azul who stood up and went back to his desk to place the contract with the others in a file.

“I look forward to having you work for us. Come by tomorrow after classes and Jade and Floyd will show you the ropes, how everything is done here,” Azul had said with a smile and a wave as Sander nodded back. He stood up and bowed to Azul before he left the VIP Lounge and was walking out of the establishment, breathing a big sigh of relief and so incredibly happy right now. He is actually gonna get to work under Azul, hoping that he can learn a lot from his dorm head and prove his worth to the other.

Once the door had shut and they all were sure Sander had left, Azul gave an evil grin as he pulled out papers that had all of Sander Erickson’s information on it.

“It was about time he came to me, I would have had you two get him for me if he didn’t. Jade, are you sure that this is all you could find on him?”

“Yes, believe me. I found all of the usual information like with the rest of the freshmen, but it seems that any information on his family and magical capabilities can not be found. It is not like with private Magicam accounts that are easy to ‘accidentally’ find out, it is as if it doesn’t exist or is classified,” Jade said back as he bowed his head to the dorm head. Azul nodded, in thought as he looked over the papers.

“To think that there is intel that even you could not access with ease, this Sander Erickson must be hiding something special that he may not even know himself. He seems too naive to be the type to keep secrets, but luckily he idolizes me at the very least. With him working for me, I can get close and earn his trust in order to discover just what it is for myself. Then once I figure it out, that will determine just how useful he will be to me if at all and I can manipulate him into a contract with my Unique Magic. Keep an eye on him and report back to me on anything you find out, understood?” Azul had spoken before looking at the twins who both nodded in return.

“Yes Azul. That poor boy must be quite innocent if he believes that it is good to learn from you of all people. I almost feel sorry for him.”

“Okay~! Yeah, he’s fun to tease too like Goldfish!”

Azul sighed, glaring at Jade for the remark and seeing the smirk on his face. Then he dismissed the two as they left the VIP Lounge and he sat there glancing at Sander’s papers. Whatever he is hiding, Azul will discover it and have the boy under a contract with him to use however he pleases just like everyone else in this school.

[delimeful]

Delimeful’s Sanders Sides Writing Masterpost

Chaptered Works

the shapes in the silence: a pre-AA AU where Virgil transforms into a miniature dragon when stressed and is promptly adopted by the light sides.   

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | 

watch it burn and rust: a space AU where Patton finds himself trapped in a cell with one of the most infamous and bloodthirsty deathworlders out there, a Human. 

WIBAR ACT ONE:

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |

WIBAR INTERMISSION:

Making Adjustments: Virgil gets used to life aboard the Mindscape, and the crew gets used to him. Gradually. 

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

Cultural Differences:  After one too many unfortunate misunderstandings, Logan requests that Virgil meet with him to discuss Human culture. They both learn new things about each other.

AO3 Link | Story |

Night Terrors: Roman and Virgil are left alone on the ship unsupervised for the night. Things go better than expected, somehow.

AO3 Link | Story |

New Friends: A routine trade with another ship turns dangerous when raiders turn up. Unfortunately for them, there happens to be a Human onboard that doesn’t take kindly to threats against his family. 

AO3 Link | Story |

WIBAR ACT TWO:

let my mind reset: Roman finds himself in deep trouble relating to his past, which means the resident Human is the last person he wants around.

Unfortunately, the resident Human didn't seem to get the memo. 

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

WIBAR EXTRAS:

Height Chart | Cast Description | Patton’s Charms | 

WIBAR Snapshots: A series of short bonus scenes taking place at various points during the timeline of the 'watch it burn and rust' series! 

AO3 Link | Cleanse | Release |

WIBAR AUs: 

the end of being alone: A WIBAR AU (that’s right, an AU of an AU) where the circumstances of Virgil’s introduction to the group– or rather, Virgil himself– are… a little different. Kid!Virgil.

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

how easy you are to need: A lone werewolf finds three humans settling into the abandoned cabin on his territory, and somehow manages to get attached.   

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

how easy you are to need (redux): A lone werewolf finds three humans settling into the abandoned cabin on his territory, and somehow manages to get attached.   

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A rewrite & continuation of the original HEYATN fic.

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | 

be unbroken or be brave again: Tracked down by an obnoxious and determined knight, a Dragonwitch and his closest friend are drawn into a mystery they thought they'd left behind. Dragonwitch Virgil AU

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

a mourning dove: A tiny winged borrower living in a forest hideaway, Logan is interested in human technology despite all the terrible tales about humans themselves. After running into a forgetful college student, he ends up striking a surprisingly steadfast friendship. G/T

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 |

not always what they seem: A space AU where the light sides are aliens working with new specimens, ones that might be more sapient than they originally assumed. G/T

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | 

cut clean from the dream: Logan is a captured fairy, stuck in a bottle on the shelf of a potions shop. Virgil is an unlucky apprentice witch who needs fairy wings for his next assignment. Things turn out better than either of them could have expected. G/T 

AO3 Link | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Complete!

helpless: Virgil stumbles into some trouble in his forest, and then someone new stumbles into him. 

Drider!Virgil AU. Platonic DRLAMP

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | 

hold my body down: Roman and Virgil are a two-person adventuring party stopping in a small barter town for the evening. He enters town expecting a night of rest at the inn, perhaps a few stories from the local bard, and exits as part of a cult-like ritual sacrifice to a silent giant. Then things get strange. G/T

AO3 Link | Part 1 | Part 2 |

to taste your beating heart: Inducted into a coven of bloodthirsty vampires with no memories of his life before, Virgil has been assured that there was nothing left for him in his human life, that being turned was a mercy for a human as pathetic as he had been. 

However, when he goes out for his first solo hunt, the last thing he expects when he pins his target, a man dressed in blue and grey, is for him to call him by name, recognition clear in his eyes. The second-to-last thing he expects is for the kind-eyed man to turn out to be a hunter of all things, and turn the tables on him. 

Now captured with none of his clan knowing where he is, Virgil faces the three hunters that seem convinced they know him and wonders if maybe there’s more to the story.

(Warning for Villain/Pre-AA Virgil)

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |

my virtues uncounted: The Light Sides find themselves stuck in the subconscious, where everything is huge, including the Dark Sides that reside there. Anxiety finding them at such a diminished size seemed like the worst possible outcome, but as they spend more time around him, they find themselves wondering if maybe he's got their best interests in mind after all. G/T

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | 

sheer atrocity: Prince Roman has been sent on his ritual journey to slay a giant and prove himself worthy to be a true slayer for his kingdom... or die trying. 

Too bad his giant has something different in mind. G/T

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

(dont) take this the wrong way: Local shark mer Roman finds a tiny mermaid tangled up in a net in his territory, and enlists his siren friend Patton's help to find a way to free the little guy. Unfortunately for Logan, they end up 'borrowing' a human to assist them in untangling the net. Virgil just wants to get out of this nightmare of a situation. G/T

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | 

pull apart at the seams: In a world where humans are tiny and giants keep them as pets, Virgil finds himself bought by three giant werewolves, who are varying levels of enthusiastic about his presence. G/T

warnings: darker tone, jerk giants, people treated as pets

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | 

Minecraft AU: Exactly what it says on the tin. Sanders Sides/Minecraft crossover. I offer no apologies.  

AO3 Link | Ender | Spider | Brewer | Adventurer | Healer | Builder |

Oneshots

Repressed: A pre-AA AU where Virgil shrinks down to five inches when Thomas represses him. This goes badly once the others find out. G/T

AO3 Link | Story | Ask Blog

the littlest mermaid: Virgil investigates a strange noise on his walk home and gets more than he bargained for. G/T

AO3 Link | Story

magical mutualism: Logan summons a demon to help him get into a magical institute. Surprisingly, nobody loses their soul in the process.

AO3 Link | Story

amateur matchmakers: After being friends with them for over a year, Virgil learns that Roman and Patton aren’t, in fact, dating. Analogical, Royality

AO3 Link | Story

stemming the tide: Patton comes across an ancient mer and makes a bargain... and a friend? Based off this art by smalldrops! Platonic logicality, G/T

AO3 Link | Story

community gardens: Logan first met his best friend because he was investigating rumors of a human lurking around the border of his forest. Platonic intrulogical, G/T

AO3 Link | Story

you will see a better day: Remus has a Bad Day. The others are there to help him through it, if he’ll let them. Canonverse, platonic DRLAMP

AO3 Link | Story

as the fabric starts to fray: It’s just another routine bank robbery to foil. Until it’s not. Platonic dukexiety, Superhero AU.

AO3 Link | Story

failed bounties and fresh bonds: He’d only snuck down to the town because he’d wanted to see the lights that had been strung up in the streets. He wasn’t sure what they were for, but they were bright and beautiful.

He hadn’t meant to get so close. He hadn’t meant to be caught. Platonic dukexiety, G/T

AO3 Link | Story 

leave your shaded hollow: Virgil meets the most terrifying creature of his life. 

Logan makes a friend. Mer AU, platonic analogical, G/T

AO3 Link | Story

BTHB (Bad Things Happen Bingo) Fills

or set your teeth against my throat: Captured and put on display by arrogant bloodsuckers, Roman begins to lose hope that he'll ever get to see his small but tight-knit pack again. 

Who would have thought that a strange, sympathetic vampire would be the one to restore that hope? Prompt: Defeated and Trophified  

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

taking the fall: When an indoor borrower is seen they're supposed to move out. Not push a outdoor borrower into the sink and literally make them take fall for them.

So how’d Virgil end up in this sink. Prompt: Framed

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | 

breathing cleaner air: Roman enters the woods as a knight and prince of his kingdom, hunting a dangerous creature for the good of them all.

He leaves the woods... different. Prompt: Painful Transformation

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | 

neither calm nor quiet: Virgil's first voyage back on land in years starts off no-good and swiftly takes a turn for the horrible. 

After being 'rescued' by a local columnist, however, he finds the beginning of something not-entirely-awful. Prompt: Caught in a Net 

AO3 Link | Story

you cant go back: Abandoned by his crewmates, Virgil finds himself stranded on one of the most famous and bloodthirsty deathworlds out there: Earth. 

Meanwhile, Roman finds an alien in his barn. Prompt: Locked Up and Left Behind

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

in sickness and in health: Virgil is a borrower, which means that he already has plenty of work to do in his day to day life. He could wish for a lot of things to make life easier: better heating, a less clumsy human neighbor, another borrower living nearby to talk to.

He distinctly didn’t wish for the human that lives next to his walls to get horribly sick and refuse to tell anyone, but it happened anyways.

Virgil is the only one around who could possibly help. And really, what are the odds that a deeply-feverish human will remember him? Prompt: Hiding an Illness

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | 

nothing in this world (i wouldn’t do): The first thing Virgil felt when he woke up was hunger.

It was like a gnawing pit in his stomach, deep and painful. The hunger was useful, informative— it told him how weak he was.

Something else, a shivering primal thing in the back of his mind, told him how dangerous being weak was.

or

A lot of things change when Virgil becomes a demon. His utter refusal to ever hurt his brother is not one of them. Prompt: Self Loathing

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

down that desolate road: He’d only turned away for a moment. There had been a distant sound, like something scraping harshly against rock, and Virgil was chronically incapable of ignoring weird noises, so he’d paused to listen. When he’d turned back, the others had vanished, leaving him alone in the center of a maze of caverns. All he’d heard when he called was his own voice, echoing back to him eerily.

or

Everything falls apart around him. Virgil is going to fix it, even if it takes everything he has in the process. Prompt: Ambush

AO3 Link | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | 

October 2019 G/T Prompts [List] 

Day 1: Fear / Day 2: Cage / Day 3: Outside / Day 4: Moon / Day 5: Rat / Day 6: Pocket / Day 7: Fairytale / Day 8: Switched / Day 9: Alone / Day 10: Broken / Day 11: Underwater / Day 12: Giant / Day 13: Shake / Day 14: Pet / Day 15: Control / Day 16: Alien / Day 17: Roasted / Day 18: Fang / Day 19: Trap / Day 20: Grow / Day 21: Bean / Day 22: Candy / Day 24: Blood / Day 25: Hiding / Day 26: Doll / 

February 2020 Prompts [List]

Day 1: Ideal / Day 2: Deaf / 

Flash Fiction Prompts: 

Bond / Switched... 2! / Mend /