#switched!patton

[delimeful]

in sickness and in health (8)

warnings: captivity, arguing, remus talking about remus things, panic, gratuitous amount of puns, lmk if i missed any

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“What’s going on?”

The impromptu staredown between all three humans was interrupted by Roman hurriedly leaning obnoxiously far over the counter, bodily blocking Patton’s view of the two borrowers.

“Patton!” he blurted, clearly aiming for a casual air and instead landing somewhere in the realm of ‘stewing in blatant panic and guilt’. “Hello there, what an unexpected and lovely surprise to see you here, in… the kitchen of your own home.”

Next to him, Virgil heard the small, distinct thwap of his fellow borrower’s palm meeting their face.

“…What’s going on?” Patton repeated, sounding far more awake this time.

“Extremely normal, non-fairy-related things,” Roman answered, visibly sweating.

“Extremely bloody Dionysian orgies,” Remus said at the same time, considerably louder.

Virgil could see just enough of Patton’s expression to watch the way it crinkled in a sort of morose confusion.

“In the kitchen?” he asked, voice pained, as though that was his main problem with the suggestion.

“If there aren’t any knives involved, can any orgy really be called Dionysian?” Remus replied in a faux-wise tone, lifting his arm to make a deeply inappropriate gesture in accompaniment with his words. This technically cleared the way back to the wall, but as it turned out, only for a moment.

Before either of them could get too hopeful about any chance of escape, Remus ended the gesture by quickly clapping his hands over the both of them in a makeshift dome shape.

Next to him, the other borrower only flinched a bit, but Virgil couldn’t help the outright squeak he made at the sudden limbs dropping down over them.

There was another pause from the humans above them, this one distinctly more harried.

“Um, guys?” Patton’s voice had gone from confused to concerned. “What was—?”

“Broken whoopee cushion,” Remus insisted. “Filled it with mayonnaise, you know how it goes.”

“He sneezed!” Roman added, his voice sliding up a few pitches. “Gesundheit, Remus! Totally nothing strange about that— Padre, wait!”

There were big steps drawing closer, now, and Remus’s hands cinched in a little tighter around the two of them. They were forced to huddle even closer together, and the other borrower’s bony elbow collided with his side in a way he wasn’t convinced was accidental.

He shot them a glare, which they returned with an expression that was equal parts indignant and frantic. After a second, they forced a barely-there whisper through grit teeth. “It’s your human. Will he hurt us?”

“How am I supposed to know?!” Virgil hissed back, just as quiet. “I didn’t ever get caught before you showed up!”

Not while the human was conscious enough to remember it, anyhow.

The other borrower’s eyes narrowed into slits, reminding Virgil that he probably shouldn’t be antagonizing the guy that already proved themself willing to try and murder him once. Before they could respond, though, the conversation over their heads continued.

“Guys,” Patton said, sounding stern. “What have we said about wrangling critters in my home?”

“That it was a firmly banned activity after the Great Frog Croak-tastrophe?” Roman guessed sheepishly. “And, y’know, that was certainly a fair and just ruling for that situation, however—!”

“Nuh-uh, I don’t wanna hear it,” Patton replied, unwavering. Virgil could practically envision the way his human was standing from his tone alone: hands on his hips, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Frog or not, I’m sure whatever you two caught will be much hoppier once they’re released safely outside, right Remus?”

“Eh, you might not feel the same after you see them, Pattycakes,” Remus warned. “I know I’m usually the harbinger of pests, wrangler of rats, champion of centipedes, but not even I know what to do about these guys.”

There was the shuffle of clothing, like Patton was shifting in place, and he sighed. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to figure it out together, huh?”

There was a moment of hesitation where Virgil assumed the twins were exchanging a wordless meaningful look, as they so often did, and then the distinct slide of glass across a countertop.

The moment the hands around them twitched, Virgil shifted into a crouched position, drawing his legs under him and preparing to bolt the moment there was space, even if it was probably totally futile. Next to him, he could feel the other borrower doing much the same.

Rather than lift off of them, however, the hands shifted to pinch even closer together, forming the shape of a spade, like a pair of nut shells that had been glued back together at the edges, leaving a hollow space inside. The two of them were forced to scramble upwards into the hold or get limbs stuck in between the sides of Remus’s palms as he scooped them up off the counter completely.

Virgil’s stomach dropped at the upwards movement, completely out of his control, and he reached out and latched onto the side of the other borrower’s shirt with a white-knuckled grip. They were still at least a little concussed, and Virgil wasn’t letting them get separated now, not when he’d already gotten himself into the most terrifying situation in his life saving them. Wherever they were going, they’d at least be stuck in it together.

To his surprise, the other borrower gripped him right back.

After only a few seconds, they were lowered and deposited onto a familiar smooth surface. Virgil grit his teeth at the feeling, resisting the urge to scream in frustration. He’d just gotten out of this stupid glass pitcher!

He didn’t get much time to seethe indignantly, however, because the moment Remus’s hands pulled away, there were much bigger problems to face.

Three of them, to be precise.

Heart in his throat, Virgil slowly lifted his head to look up at the face of his human, warped through the curve of the glass.

With a confused furrow to his brow, Patton moved to take a step closer, and then stopped short as the sight before him properly registered. His hand flew up to cover his mouth, his eyes widening with surprise. “Oh my!”

“I toad you so,” Remus interjected unhelpfully.

Roman cuffed his shoulder, and Remus immediately jabbed two fingers into Roman’s side in retaliation. It was only a firm warning look from Patton that kept them from devolving into another slap fight during the most terrifying moment of Virgil’s life.

Virgil shifted to stand, shuffling back until he didn’t have to crane his neck so painfully to make eye contact. Humans were so big, and it had never been more evident than it was now, staring up at giants.

Staring up at Patton. He was pretty sure he’d had a nightmare that had gone exactly like this. Well, minus the concussed would-be assassin. And the frog puns.

Patton, for his part, had developed a genuinely distressed twist to his features as he took in the sight of the two of them. After a moment of wavering, his gaze settled firmly on Virgil, sending a prickling sense of alarm up his spine.

“Hello again,” said Patton, smiling at him.

Virgil froze. The borrower behind him froze. Even the twins froze for a moment, before their heads both snapped around to stare at Patton with eerie synchronization.

“You know them?!” two voices asked, in two very different tones.

Virgil felt dread drop into his gut like a stone down a sewer grate. There was no way.

“I know one of them,” Patton answered, unperturbed by everyone’s shock. “That’s the little guy who helped take care of me while I was sick!”

He lifted a hand in demonstration and wiggled his fingers, the healing burns on them still visibly shiny.

The twins gaped. “He what?”

Behind him, in a far more bewildered tone, the other borrower echoed them: “You what?”

“You shut up,” Virgil muttered sourly without turning to look at them. His heart was practically shaking in his ribcage, knowing that the human had remembered all along, that Patton had returned home well-aware of the intruder in his walls.

The realization felt chilling, like a thimble of icy water had been dumped down his shirt. Patton hadn’t acted strange at all, hadn’t cast any speculative glances at the walls or scanned any shelves for undersized intruders. The twins and their ghost-hunting equipment clearly hadn’t known the truth, so why would Patton? Virgil hadn’t even suspected.

Who knew what would have happened after Roman and Remus left, and it was only the two of them, with Virgil blissfully unaware of the danger he was in?

Well. Caught like this, he supposed he was going to find out soon.

Patton’s smile faded, carefully watching the way Virgil’s chest was visibly shuddering with too-shallow breaths.

“You thought I froggot, huh?” he said, looking inexplicably sad. “I thought about it while I was in the hospital, and I kinda figured we’re really not supposed to know about you guys. That means it was pretty darn brave of you to try and help me anyways.”

Virgil swallowed, fear sticking in his throat. He didn’t know what to say. He certainly didn’t feel brave.

The other borrower stepped up to be at his side, ignoring Virgil’s reflexive attempt to shoulder them back behind him.

“I suppose the saying is true, then.” They paused, narrowing their eyes in a silent challenge. “No good deed goes unpunished.”

The encompassing flourish they made was a little wobbly, as though their balance was still off, but it got the point across: Patton had recovered from his illness, and they were stuck in a pitcher on his counter.

Virgil’s incredulity at the other borrower was enough to snap him out of the worst of his frozen terror, his head whipping to the side to stare at them.

They were insane. They had to be, using such sharp words and an even sharper tone with a human. This was just about the worst time to instigate an argument. The two of them were stuck in a pitcher on his counter!

Unsurprisingly, neither of the twins looked particularly happy with the accusatory turn the conversation had taken. Patton had been their friend for a long time. They had always jumped at the opportunity to defend him from harm in the past, and Virgil doubted that would change now.

For all their tomfoolery, the two of them could be downright vicious when they were angry. If they were willing to tear fellow humans a new one for messing with Patton, it was gruesome to imagine what they’d do to a pair of borrowers. They’d already been terrifying enough when they’d only been curious about him.

Before either of them could begin to speak, however, Patton nodded once, almost to himself, and pivoted to face his friends.

“Howsabout you two get started on cleaning up the living room so we can settle down and get some proper sleep?” he asked, the request firm enough that it was clearly more of an instruction than a suggestion.

Both twins started protesting immediately, looking extremely put out at the idea of abandoning Patton with their exciting new find. They were talking over each other, the words tangling and becoming an indecipherable mess by the time they reached Virgil, but he was fairly certain he heard phrases like “—but I’ll only lie awake haunted by fairy law and order,” and, “—you can’t keep me away from my new pyromaniac bestie!” in the mix.

“Mhmm, yup, we can discuss all of that later,” Patton replied stoutly, ushering the two of them towards the entrance to the kitchen with insistent sweeping gestures, like a shepherd with his herd. “There’ll be plenty of time to talk over breakfast in the morning, but it’s getting late, so hop to it!”

“We’re being banished with frog puns! This is an amphibian atrocity,” Roman bemoaned.

“Froggin’ unbelievable,” Remus agreed. 

However, even with all their complaints, they seemed to understand that Patton wasn’t budging this time, and reluctantly allowed themselves to be shooed out of the kitchen like the world’s noisiest sheep.

At Virgil’s shoulder, the other borrower took the opportunity to lean in while the humans were across the room.

“You ‘didn’t ever get caught,’ hmm?” they asked, still far too smug considering the situation they were in.

A muscle in Virgil’s eye twitched. Despite everything, he wasted a moment considering the merits of trying to inflict another head injury on his fellow captive. They’d been a lot more tolerable with the beginnings of a concussion.

“Do you want to go back to trying to stab each other?” he snapped instead, stepping pointedly away even as he made the thinly-veiled threat. “Because it seems like you want to go back to trying to stab each other.”

“Oh, I’m so terrified,” they replied drolly, crossing their arms. “Won’t someone save me from the horrible Monoxide assassin and his entirely genuine threats?”

Virgil stared at them for a moment, disbelieving. “You know, I think I actually liked you better when you were trying to murder me in cold blood.”

“Don’t lose hope. Maybe I’ll try again later,” they retorted with a dangerous glint in their eye, and then they were both falling silent as Patton approached once more.

Out of the corner of his eye, Virgil caught the contemplative frown that flashed over the other borrower’s face, the only glimpse of their consternation at facing down a human. They may have had plans aplenty to deal with the twins, but Patton was clearly more of an unknown to them.

…Virgil knew Patton. He’d spent enough time watching the human to get attached, grown familiar enough with Patton’s life to cheer on his efforts and fret over his disappointments. He should be able to find the right words to get them out of this, convince his human the way the other borrower had effortlessly fooled Roman, but… he couldn’t.

It was impossible to think up a strategy for this situation. How could he possibly reconcile Patton, the guy who helped organize weekly PTA bake sales and volunteered to look after kittens he was allergic to and cried when he saw roadkill, with a human who knew, who would keep them trapped, who needed to be pleaded with for their release?

How was he supposed to bargain with a monster if he couldn’t even accept that the monster existed?

“I’m sorry if the twins frightened you,” Patton said, voice lowered to a softer volume. “They tend to be very exuberant, but they don’t mean any harm.”

The other borrower looked as though they were on the brink of scoffing at the very idea that they couldn’t handle Roman and Remus, a defensive slant to their shoulders.

“Why?” The word tumbled from Virgil’s mouth without his permission, his shoulders hunching under the undivided focus of Patton’s gaze.

“Why what?” he asked, tilting his head slightly like a confused dog.

“If you knew,” Virgil forced out, fingernails digging into his palms, “why didn’t you tell them? Or— or look for me?”

Understanding settled onto Patton’s expression, and he hummed thoughtfully, as though considering how to phrase his answer.

“If you wanted to be seen, you would have come out and said hi,” he finally said, simply. “You saved my life by calling for help. If you wanted to stay a secret, the least I could do is make sure to keep that secret safe.”

Virgil blinked up at him, trying to force the words into a configuration that made sense. Humans didn’t just let mysteries exist, especially not ones that were so easy to grab ahold of.

“I won’t lie and say I’m not awfully curious about you,” Patton continued, and his hand was reaching out for the handle of the pitcher and surely, this was the moment that it all came crashing down—, “but you can’t force a friendship. Especially not like this!”

Slowly, in gentle increments, the pitcher was shifted to lay on its side, the open end facing away from Patton. It was practically a straight shot to the closest wall entrance, their freedom waiting where the back of the counter met the kitchen wall.

They’d been prepared to make a break for it at the earliest opportunity before, but now, with escape dangled in front of them, both borrowers hesitated. Virgil exchanged a dumbfounded look with the other borrower, trying to stomp down the insane hope bubbling in the back of his mind.

“If you ever want to talk, you know where to find me!” Patton finished, making sure the glass was stable and settled before releasing it and stepping back. “Otherwise, my lips are sealed— and I’ll make sure Roman and Remus keep the secret, too.”

He made a zipping motion over his mouth, eyes crinkled with amusement at the edges, and then turned and walked out of the kitchen without a single glance back.

Virgil hadn’t uttered a single plea, and yet, the path back to the walls was right there. He looped the other borrower’s arm over his shoulder and led them, step by faltering step, across the counter, even scooping his bag up as he went. Nobody came rushing in, nobody stopped them from taking those last few steps into the safety of the walls.

He’d expected to face a monster, and instead he’d been offered kindness, unasked for and freely given.

They were both quiet as they shuffled further into the familiar cramped space, as though a single sound would shatter the illusion of this impossible release. The other borrower pulled away after a moment, their pain of their concussion likely more manageable in the dark. The silence stretched, relief and exhaustion weighing on them in equal measure.

Virgil yawned despite himself, absently wondering if they were going to continue that semi-murderous argument about cults and who wronged who, and if the other borrower would be willing to reschedule it to sometime after they’d slept.

Ahead of them, a third figure stepped out of the shadows, quickly looking them over as though checking that everyone was still intact. Oddly enough, they sort of smelled like gunpowder.

“Hm. That certainly didn’t go according to plan,” they said bluntly, the oversized pack on their back jingling slightly as they stepped forward. “Still, we all survived, so I suppose introductions are in order.”

[bailey-orphic08]

Okay, so- I have this Sander Sides AU that I've had for a long while now. And I think it would be neat to share it with you. I might also make several posts about it. So let me introduce you to:

Sanders Switched is an AU in which the sides' "roles" are switched around. To elaborate, their function (Logan as logic, Patton as morality, ect.) remains the same. Thomas' perception of them is what changes. So where Logan is the voice of reason in canon, another side would take his place. Here's all the sides in Sanders Switched:

Janus: Janus takes the role of Patton as the kind authority figure. He's seen as Thomas' self-preservation and always puts his safety and well-being above all else. He's a sort of motherly figure to the other sides, constantly caring about their well-being and acting as if he's older than them. He's much sweeter than OG Janus, but he still has a sassy side, and lives for gossip.

Remus: Remus takes Roman's role as Thomas' source of inspiration. He is seen as Thomas' comedic side and encourages Thomas to have as much fun as possible. Rather than being a Duke, he presents as a jester. He has issues with his impulsivity, and his jokes tend to be morbid and often mean, but he's overall harmless and much more tame than OG Remus.

The Orange Side: Obviously, I can't say exactly what the Orange Side will be, since we haven't been introduced to him yet. But based off what we do know, I place him in Logan's role as the voice of reason. Assuming he represents wrath of some sort--which is impossible not to believe at this point--he would probably be seen as Thomas' motivation, pushing him to get his work done.

Roman: Most people would probably switch Roman and Remus and make Remus, "good creativity," and Roman, "bad creativity." BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M COMPLICATED AND UNIQUE. So Roman takes the place of Virgil as the original, "antagonist." He is seen as Thomas' pride that pushes delusions that keep Thomas from growing as a person. He arrogant and rude, and claims he is a King rather than a Prince. Because of this, none of the sides really like him at all, with the exception of Janus. But near the end of season one, we discover that Roman only really wanted Thomas to achieve his dreams, and that most of his cockiness hid his secret insecurities. And after Thomas and the other sides realize how important he is, Roman is officially accepted as part of the group.

Patton: Patton takes the role of Janus as the antagonist to all of Thomas' beliefs and the possible leader of the dark sides. He is seen as Thomas' overbearing moral code that constantly tries push harsh rules rooted in Catholic Christianity onto Thomas and the other sides. He is extremely passive aggressive and overly judgmental towards the sides he deems, "wrong." Almost everything he says is a critisism of something Thomas or the other sides do. Despite being so harsh however, he loves puns and making jokes just as much the OG Patton, and loves to torture Logan with his puns.

Logan: Logan takes Remus' place as the bad influence Thomas tries to ignore. He is seen as Thomas' inner critique who judges Thomas for everything he does. He insists that Thomas' lifestyle is, "childish," and that he should abandon it for a, "mature," way of living so that he can live, "a normal, healthy life." He is extremely judgmental and criticizes all the sides for the smallest of details, making everyone hate him, even Janus. Despite this, he generally harmless, and he can easily be ignored.

Virgil: Virgil takes the Orange Side's place as the mysterious secret side that the fandom makes a million theories about. I can't fully explain who he would be, since, again, we haven't been introduced to the Orange Side yet. But for now, he still represents Thomas' anxiety. And when he reveals himself, he will call Thomas and all the sides out on their BS.

That's all for now. It isn't fully developed, and things will surely change when the Orange Side finally does reveal himself. But there's still a lot of things I would like to share. So please let me know if you want know more!

[ts-sides-head-canon]

Sanders sides dream job headcannons because I was at a cat cafe, and it reminded me of Patton!

Roman: Famous actor or Pop star! That one's quite clear.

Virgil: Rock star in a band! If only he wasn't such an anxious boi.

Logan: Scientist! That's also quite clear.

Patton: Cat cafe! Baking and cute animals, it would be perfect if not for his allergy!

Remus: Horror novelist! He could be the next Stephen King!

Janus: Three options I'm stuck between; Lawyer, Broadway actor, or reptile breeder!

What do you think? Any jobs you think fit better?

I love these!

[trashyswitch]

Day 3: Cuddles

Roman wants cuddles and tickles from Patton. And naturally, Patton delivers.

Day 3! I bring back Sanders Sides again. I hope you enjoy!

It was early evening in the mind palace, and most of the sides were in their PJ’s, relaxing in their rooms. A couple sides were reading, and it was safe to assume that the other sides were watching TV. Only…there was one side who wasn’t relaxing at all. Yes, he was in his PJ’s. But relaxing? No way! Not yet! This man…was running all the way through the mind palace. 

The man, who had donned his red prince charming PJ’s, was sprinting through the mind palace and moving through the hallways and rooms. It was clear that the man was on a mission. Thankfully, everyone was in their rooms meaning there was no one in his way…meaning the Prince had only inanimate objects to dodge and move past to get to his destination. 

His destination? Patton’s mind palace bedroom. 

Roman skidded to a halt in front of the bright blue bedroom door, and knocked on it like a true gentleman. “Patton? You in there?” Roman called. 

“Come in!” The person yelled on the other side of the door. 

There was his cue! In we go! Roman practically kicked down the door to Patton’s bedroom and tackle-hugged the man that laid on the big, comfortable bed. “TACKLE-HUG!” Roman shouted, hugging his padre as tightly as he could.

Patton laughed rather loudly and hugged Roman back. “Tackle-hug!” Patton repeated to validate Roman’s desires. He rubbed Roman’s back amidst the hug, before playing with Roman’s hair for a few seconds. “I’m guessing you want cuddles too?” Patton asked next, already knowing what his answer was going to be. “You betcha!” Roman replied proudly, snuggling his face somewhat roughly into Patton’s shoulder, like a toddler. “So many cuddles! Give me all the cuddles!” Roman clarified happily before shoving his face further into Patton’s shoulder, muffling his next words too much for anyone to understand him. 

Patton smiled brightly and hugged Roman as close as he could. Roman occasionally gets into these cuddly moods, and often feels a need to show his fellow sides lots of family-like love. But he will only go to a certain side depending on how he feels that time around. 

If Roman feels somewhat unsure or shameful, Roman will cuddle with Virgil. This is mostly because the emo often feels similar feelings of hesitation, which often makes them both appreciate the cuddle session even more. Plus, Virgil’s PJ’s were polyester, meaning even more comfy to touch. On top of that, Virgil always wore his wool sweater until bedtime. So Virgil’s choice of clothing always made cuddling with him feel like you’re cuddling a living blanket. 

When Roman is feeling more curious or talkative, Roman will often cuddle with Logan. Logan is more of a talkative cuddle buddy, which can be both helpful and annoying depending on what mood you’re in at the time. If Roman is tired or patient enough to listen and add to Logan’s constant conversations, Roman will cuddle Logan. Then, endless conversations about heavier topics would ensue. This made cuddles with Logan more interesting. 

When he’s feeling playful and silly, he’ll cuddle with Patton. Patton is the most playful of the sides, and he loves playing childish games and showing lots of affection to Roman, or anyone else while cuddling the side. This was a common occurrence for every side. Patton was often anyone’s go-to for cuddles and play time. Even Remus didn’t mind cuddling with Patton because Patton didn’t judge. Patton was always a playmate or a cuddle buddy when anyone needed it. 

And today? Roman needed plenty of cuddles from Patton. 

Roman snuggled into Patton and closed his eyes, showing full trust in him. He felt completely comfortable in the father figure’s arms. He felt no need to let go. Though he wasn’t in danger, Roman trusted Patton with his life by this point. They had practically grown up together in Thomas’s head. They were practically inseparable for several decades. And today’s cuddle session was no different. This cuddle session only further proved the boys’ unbreakable bond. If there was ever a visual example of trust that needed to be studied or represented, Roman and Patton were the perfect candidates. *Poke, poke…* 

“Mmhmhmm…” *Tickle* *tickle* *skitter~ poke!*

“Mhmhmmm…Hehehe-Pahahat!” 

Well…trusting for the most part. Once in a while, Patton will test the friendship with tickles. 

“Awww, what’s wrong, Ro?” Patton asked with a bright, mischievous smile. “A little ticklish~?” He teased, poking two fingers into the prince’s side. 

Roman squeezed his eyes shut and grew a wobbly little smile. “Nohoho…Ihi’m nohot.” Roman blatantly lied. 

Patton raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?” he asked with pretend shock, poking Ro’s slightly plump belly. 

“Yehes! Ihi’m suhuhure. Nohowstahahap-” Roman shoved his face into Patton’s shoulder a little bit more, muffling his giggles in the process. 

Patton giggled softly at his predictable reaction before poking near his belly button. “Stop what? I’m not doing anything except cuddling my gay little prince~!” Patton teased, using the word ‘gay’ as a double-meaning while tickling him enough to keep Roman giggling, but softly enough to not have him losing his mind yet. 

Slow and steady…that’s the kind of game Patton enjoys playing. 

“Yohohou’re tihihickling mehe!” Roman told him. Patton gasped softly. “Me?! Tickling the strongest prince to ever live?! How can this be?!” Patton asked dramatically. 

“Yohohou suhuhuck ahat lyhyhying!” Roman argued. 

“Lying?! Me?! Why would I ever lie? I am not Janus. I swear!” Patton took off his own glasses and put them on Roman’s nose and ears. “See? I have prescription glasses. Janus doesn’t have prescription glasses when he dresses as me.” Patton explained. 

Roman widened his eyes and took off the glasses really quickly, already getting hazy and overwhelmed by Patton’s terrible eyesight. “W-Well…” Roman turned around and put Patton’s glasses back on. “I know you’re not Janus. Janus wouldn’t be so quick to tickle me.” Roman admitted. 

Patton giggled and pushed the glasses up to the top of his nose. “True. Janus is not as touchy-feely.” He added. “He’d probably run away the moment you hugged him.” Patton mentioned with a laugh. 

Roman laughed as well and snuggled his face into Patton. “Can…Can you…” Roman quickly stopped his words out of pure embarrassment. “Uh…” 

Patton smiled brightly and started scampering his fingers all over his belly and ribs. “Of course I can!” he replied. 

Roman snuggled his face into Patton’s chest and giggled helplessly in his arms. Patton knows it doesn’t take much to turn Roman into a blushy mess. All it takes is a few tickles and a tease or two, to turn Roman from a healthy peach color to a bright red color. 

“Small question:” Patton stopped his fingers for a moment. “How many scritchies does it take to make a Roman Emperor laugh?” Patton asked. 

Roman covered his face with his hands to further hide his sheepish face. Though, doing this only made Patton laugh at him more. “Let’s see…” Patton moved Roman onto his lap and moved his evil little fingers over to the Prince’s hips. He wrapped both index fingers and thumbs around either hip, and squeezed into the hollows lightly. “One…” Patton counted. 

“hehehaHAHAHAHA!” Roman threw his head back and cackled hardily with pure excitement. 

“Oh my gosh- It only took one?!” Patton reacted, legitimately shocked this time.

“YEHEHES! IHIHIHI’M TOHOHOO TICKLIHIHISH!” Roman argued. 

“Too ticklish for a simple-” Patton squeezed the hollows of Roman’s hips again. 

“NAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA!” Roman cackled loudly. 

“Woooow…” Patton reacted, poking his right hip. “Righty-tighty~” Patton teased evilly, watching as Roman jerked his hip away. Patton moved his left hand up to Roman’s left hip. “Lefty loosey~.” Patton declared as he watched Roman jerk his left hip to the right side. “Look at this man committing de twitches!” Patton reacted as he moved his right fingers to the right hip. “Twitchy-” He squeezed his right hip. 

“PAHAHAHAT!” Roman yelled, twitching his right hip away. 

“-Twitchy-” Patton squeezed the left hip. 

“COHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” Roman reacted, moving his left hip away from the fingers as best he could.

“-Twitchy-” Patton squeezed the right hip again. 

“IHIHIHI- IHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!” Roman yelled next, moving his right hip away again. 

“Twitch!” Patton reacted, squeezing the left hip once again. 

“OHOHO GOHOHOSH- HAHAHAHAHA!” Roman cackled. 

Patton giggled and moved his fingers away. “Alright, alright. I’ll give you a break.” He decided. 

Roman calmed down and let out long breaths so he could recover. He cuddled himself into Patton again, further showing that the tickle fight mid-cuddle session didn’t even slightly change their unquestionable friendship. Patton knew he was able to test Roman’s patience all he wanted to without worrying about breaking their friendship. And even if Patton were to go overboard, Roman will still likely come back for more cuddles. 

*gasp* PPPBBBFFBBBBFFFFBBT! 

“wAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ROHOHOHO!” Patton shouted, kicking his feet lightly. 

Roman giggled. “Whaaat? You really thought I wouldn’t get my revenge after you tickled me?!” He asked before blowing another raspberry. 

Patton cackled and laughed all over again, not even trying to stop him. “Yohohohou’re mehehehehehean!” Patton playfully complained. 

“I’m mean?!” Roman reacted. “You shouldn’t have messed with the first Emperor of Rome.” Roman reminded him. 

Patton giggled and nodded his head. “Wohohorth ihihihit.” He declared. 

[bonker-bananas]

okokok SO I saw your post about Sanders Sides board games and I raise you: Patton LOVES Everdell but only because it's so darn cute. He has no clue what he's doing but he's having the best time assigning everyone he knows their own little animals.

okay absolutely YES you are very correct. he and janus are the only ones willing to play it with logan btw. it is mildly frustrating to logan that he has to guide patton through pretty much every turn but it is canceled out by the fact that he is very grateful for patton being willing to play it with him.

[emoprincey]

Patton in the #1 dad hat is great and everything, but at some point we really do need a return of Patton in the frog hat

[drlamp-and-other-polyships]

Another animatic I really like!

I tried finding the artist on tumblr but I couldn't. If someone knows if they are here, I'll gladly tag them!

EDIT : They reblogged! ^^ This belongs to @thecrowslullaby so make sure to go check them out!

[shinigami-striker]

Chris Patton | Wednesday, 03.15.2023

What's your current opinion on Chris Patton and his anime and video game roles?

[transfemlogan]

Have a for funsies ask if you would like to do it: Sword, shield, gun, bow, axe, and magic. Assign one to each side

Sword: roman. This is obvious. Feels very personal since u have 2 be Close 2 use it.

Shield: janus. Self preservation. He does Not want 2 get his hands dirty (theyd dirty his gloves!)

Gun: logan. Quick & 2 the point.

Bow: patton. I did everyone else 1st & patton got stuck w/ bow. Far distance seems like his thing.

Axe: remus. Reminds me of his morningstar. Also feels the most fun (u get 2 chop ppl up!) Also feels very personal

Magic: virgil. Doesnt feel inherently harmful. Feels the less confrontational.

[warnadudenexttime]

MY SANDERS SIDES MERCH PITCH MEETING

This is my greatest idea ever

Ok so first things first, this is based off shaker keychains

A keychain that’s fillable with little acrylic charms that snaps shut so you can shake the charms around

I’ve seen pokemon ones, food ones, whatever!

Consider this concept:

A shaker keychain that’s Thomas’ side profile, one side is just Thomas’ side profile face and the other side is black and has a little void area inside his head where you can put little charms AKA THE SIDES!

Could be the sides as a whole, their little faces, their logos, etc. maybe things they’d have! Like a book or cookies :3

You could even do them as mystery packs (I hate those though but yk this is for my pitch)

Each containing two sides and two items they’d have. Like oh you got Logan + a book and Patton + a cookie!

@not-exactly-laborious drew a mockup of my idea for me with an example of the shaking smh

But I think this is a great idea, someone do it and give me a money cut ty :3

But yeah you could put the sides and switch them out, maybe have shorts or picani characters as rare in mystery bags

Can’t wait to have one that’s just 5 Logans shaking around in Thomas’ head thanks

But no fr I need this so BADDDD

[creative-lampd-liberties]

But real talk time I'm loving the fact that they are trying to take care of each other because Thomas is trying to take care of himself, And the way that both Patton and Virgil started off trying to sort of force the good days the way they thought it should work, but also realized when what they were doing wasn't working and switched it up for Logan and Roman had me 🥺💖🥺💖😭😭💖

And can we talk about the fact that Janus knows Remus so well that he actually managed to keep Remus happy AND distracted him from anything he didn't immediately love?? They are friends and they love each other and no one can convince me otherwise

And like even though he rushed through it, all of Patton's choices for Logan were things he'd really actually enjoy and be able to relax doing, like Patton really just pays attention to what makes everybody happy, he's way smarter than anyone gives him credit for

And Virgil specifically picked the kinds of things he and Roman have bonded over before because the whole point was to give Roman quality hang out time and attention, and then at the end he really tried to give Roman the reassurance he needed even though it went against his own instincts, the Protector!Virgil agenda lives

Anyway, I immediately need part two where Patton, Virgil, and Janus get nice days and I *will* write it myself if I have to and that is a Threat™️

[ms-demeanor]

oh my god this is random but i rarely come across people who like mike patton, i know he's very influential but for some reason almost no one talks about him, it was nice see you mentioning him!! i would love to hear more about your music taste

I am painfully and overwhelmingly obsessed with Faith No More to the point that I am the lone remaining admin of @faithnomoreshitposting. The first dance song at my wedding was Mr. Bungle's "Retrovertigo" (Mr. Bungle was the last band I saw pre-pandemic and it was fantastic) I also used to make a webcomic on tumblr called @punkpuns that's about goth, metal, and punk subcultures and at lease a few of those comics touch on my taste.

I'm also in a band called P.I.T. and a lot of the music we've made is music I like. It's a punk band but it's a punk band that's heavily informed by the two permanent members being goths who are really into industrial and metal. Here's one of our songs:

My singing style with my band is *very specifically* colored by the way I'm fixated on Patton's voice. That doesn't come across in all of our songs but I was definitely thinking "what would Patton do?" when I was figuring out key changes and breathing and switching between clean and distorted sound or trying to get to the very bottom of my range.

I also really like Orville Peck, Soul Coughing, Hole, Tom Petty, and ELO. I really like The Clash. I really like Body Count. I really like (the) Melvins. I had an obsessive Beatles phase from the ages of 13 to 17 and I grew up in a household where my dad was similarly obsessive about KISS so I kind of like KISS by default even though they objectively suck.

I generally like a lot of music. I like a lot of rap but I'm not deeply familiar with the genre and am mostly aware of stuff that was popular in the 90s. I like a lot of big band music but and a lot of jazz but I couldn't name a lot of albums or songs. I like a lot of country generally but I do not like a lot of country since the nineties. I have listened to and enjoyed a lot of emo but that mostly manifests as playing one Bright Eyes song on repeat. I am not terribly fond of pop music but I get why people like most of it (I don't understand swifties, sorry, she's the aural equivalent of dry toast except listening to her doesn't reduce nausea).

I will pretty much listen to anything, the things that I like the best are rarely played on the radio, and there's very little that will annoy me if someone puts it on (please don't make me listen to showtunes or pop country).

IDK music is good. I like music. On my website rec page I've got a running list of whatever piece of music I've been fixated on recently. I think I spent two months of 2020 listening to Janitor by Suburban Lawns on repeat.

[moondeew]

@intrualityweek day 5 : domestic!! :3

doing laundry!

Remus : *about to eat soap* Patton : “so how about we don’t eat something we know we’re allergic to…?”

Sometimes you have to gentle parent your freak of a boyfriend

Yes I gave Remus more piercings, it’s a problem-

Also I got an iPad pencil recently and this is my first drawing with it!! Definitely a challenge switching from just using my fingers to also using the pen but I’m getting used to it :3

[doggocake]

What is an art piece you made that you are really proud of, and one that didn’t quite turn out.

what are the reasons you are/aren’t proud, what you would change/learned from the art, extra, extra.

I really like your art, and I’d love to know art behind the scenes ❤️

You can't make me pick between my darling babies ;w; But since i simply can't chose one, I shall instead name a few ^^ First, My Logan ref sheet :D I had been wanting to make ref sheets for the sides for some time now, I had originally planned a more simpler pattern to follow.

These are the original sketches, having Patton, Roman and Logan. Sadly FOR THE REST OF THEM, I might- maybe, perhaps... Have a bius ;w; Either way, I chose to switch the set up to be more to my liking. whilst also... being uh.. more complicated ;w;

So uh... I chose to do roman next. due to me not really drawing him much, witch is a damn shame- I love that little guy ;w;

I had wanted to do a more like, stage vibe for Roman, with thorns to hint to remus. But it never got done, and now i'm SURE it will never get done. due to me HATEINg line art ;w; Speaking of Remus~

THIS, RIGHT HERE- had NO RIGHT to be anything but a doodle. It's not the best, but it does get brownie points for it's wonderful color palette :)

And then this one :0 This was one of the first times I had did a more out there pose. I had been messing around with doodles when POOF! I just had to finish it ;w; Did you know though! at some point I was going to color it differently

This one.... This one is when everything went down hill I think- The pose is wonky, the backdrop is lazy, Everything just looks wack ;w;

Anyways ^^ Thank you so much for taking an interest in meh arts :] When it comes to me creating art, a lot of is motivation focused ;w; If i'm not feeling something it tends to not turn out well ;w; Sadly though, i've not drawn a lot of sanders sides in recent times, I've been more focused on my own oc's lol ;w;

[trashyswitch]

A Predictable Friendship

Patton has somehow ended up in the ballpit of the Daycare in Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. He meets the Daycare Attendant for the first time, and a somewhat predictable friendship starts to unfold in a matter of minutes.

This fanfic was suggested by @evadedking. I hope you enjoy!

Patton groaned and slowly opened his eyes. Almost immediately, his eyes took in the large collection of colorful things that were clouding up his vision. All he could see was duplicates of red, blue, pink, and green in his vision. What were these things? 

He moved his hands, and immediately felt light, round things shift and move around his hands. Confused, Patton tilted his head in pure confusion, but widened his eyes once he heard the bright things around his head start to shift and roll around as well. Finally realizing that these bright things could move when he moved his body around, he quickly started wiggling around to get out. He remembered what Logan told him about what to do if buried alive: Hold your breath, and wiggle around so that you can reach the light. 

And it looks like Logan was 100% correct. Because not long after, the bright light finally showed itself to his eyeballs! And though it was bright, it was quite pleasing to see the light again. Quickly, Patton realized what this was: A ball pit. He tried to push himself up onto his feet, but wound up flopping back into the pile of colorful balls. Patton verbally groaned and pushed himself out of the ballpit a bit. Closer to a green cushion, Patton pulled himself up onto the cushion and let out a sigh of pure relief. He was out of the pit. He’s okay. He’s alright. 

Now to focus on the next step: To find out where he was, and to figure out how he got here. 

Patton looked around the large place, and noticed the size of this room. It was HUGE! Who was this room supposed to be for?! It looked like this room was built for kids, but the size of the room made it bigger than what’s required for adults! He couldn’t even fathom how large and closed in the room was. He felt claustrophobic…and yet…he felt free at the same time. 

Patton jumped out and landed on the other green cushion that was supposed to help kids get out of the ballpit. He walked up the cushion ramp and across the blue cushy ground. There was climbing equipment, slides, wooden cutouts of animal creatures (A couple of which looked familiar), and even little tables and chairs! The tables and chairs were so small, they almost couldn’t fit toddlers! 

Seriously, who was this daycare supposed to be for?! But Patton froze in place when he saw the oversized bear stuffy in front of another piece of play equipment. He squealed, sprinted up to the bear and gave it a big hug. “Oh my gosh YOU’RE SO SOOOOFT! I could just-” Patton squeezed the bear as much as he possibly could. “-SQUISH YOUR PLUSHY BELLY!” Patton shouted. 

“Hoo hoo HOO!” Something said from somewhere above him. 

Patton turned around and looked around at the ballpit. “Huh?” Patton asked, before seeing something fall from above the ballpit. 

Patton widened his eyes as he saw a flash of red and yellow had dove into the ballpit! And with no time to comprehend it, that same flash of red and yellow jumped out of the ballpit, and started skipping its flamboyant, abnormally thin self over to the human with the bear. 

“Hello there, new friend! It’s so nice to meet you!” The animatronic declared. “Do you have a name? You look a little old to be in here! But don’t worry! The Daycare Attendant loves new friends of ALL ages!” The animatronic declared. 

Patton was staring at the robot that looked to be based off of the Sundrop. Patton slowly let go of the bear and walked up to the robot. “I…I do have a name. It’s Patton.” Patton told him. 

“Patton, huh? What a cute name! Hearing your name just makes me wanna pat your head!” The Daycare Attendant declared. 

Patton looked down slightly, smiling and blushing at the robot’s little statement. “Th-Thank you.” Patton mumbled. 

“Now tell me!” The animatronic grabbed Patton’s shoulders. “Tell me, tell me, tell me!” the Animatronic started squeezing Patton’s shoulders a slight bit too hard. “What brings you to the Superstar Daycare, here in Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex?” The robot asked him. 

Patton widened his eyes as he finally got a name for his location. He was in a daycare facility that was based on the Five Nights at Freddy’s Pizzeria franchise! 

That’s why those animal characters looked so familiar! They were characters from the horror series! And now that he sees it, Patton quickly realized that the stuffed bear he was hugging earlier, was actually a replica of the old Freddy Fazbear model! How did he not see that before?! 

But with this in mind, Patton couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten in worry as more questions filled his mind. How did he get here? Why was this location a thing? And more importantly: 

Is William Afton still alive?! 

“I…” Patton mumbled. 

“Awww, You look lost. Even more lost than Alice in Wonderland!” The Daycare Attendant reacted. 

Patton chuckled. “I…I certainly feel like Alice right now.” Patton admitted. 

“So what should we do, new friend named Patton? Can we color? Can we climb to the top of the climbers?” The Sundrop animatronic let go of Patton’s shoulders and started jumping around and clapping his hands. “Can we play with glitter glue? Or get ice cream? Maybe even a cupcake?!” The Daycare Attendant asked, growing more and more excited by the second. 

Patton laughed and giggled at the robot that was now acting like an excited toddler. “Those all sound great, Daycare Attendant.” Patton admitted.

“Oh no no no.” The daycare attendant got closer to Patton and patted his head. “From now on, you can call me Sundrop!” The daycare attendant told him. 

“Sundrop?” Patton clarified.

“Yes! Sundrop is the name of a candy drop with my face on, that we sell to children!” Sundrop told him. 

Patton nodded. “I see.” He replied. 

“It’s supposed to give kids LOTS of energy! So we can all run around and play for hours without getting tired!” Sundrop told him. 

Patton blinked with his widened eyes, and let out more of a nervous chuckle this time. He hoped and prayed Sundrop was just over exaggerating. Because if he wasn’t, then what could possibly be in those Sundrop candies that would keep kids energized for hours?!

“So what should we do? What should we do? What should we do?!” Sundrop asked, jumping and dancing around even more. 

“I don’t know. What’s your favorite thing to do?” Patton asked. 

“Oh boy, there’s so many!” Sundrop reacted. “I can’t possibly pick just one!” He added. 

“Okay. How about we color first?” Patton asked. 

“Okay! I’ll get the crayons, the markers, and the pencil crayons!” Sundrop declared. “And you can get the coloring sheets! FOLLOW ME!” Sundrop started heading to a boxed climbing equipment area with a white cutout version of Chica hanging on the equipment. 

Sundrop quickly hopped up to a gate door that blended in with the netted boards, and opened it up. With the door now open, Sundrop gently pushed Patton into the area behind the nets with the checkered floor below them. While Patton kept going, Sundrop closed the gate and hopped about to catch up to Patton. They walked past the kids' cubbies and over to a small, wooden door. Sundrop eagerly opened the door for Patton, and waved his hand into the opening. “After you!” Sundrop declared. 

Patton giggled as he walked up to the open door. “Thank you!” Patton said as he curtsied like a princess before entering. 

“Noooo problem!” Sundrop declared before turning on the light and closing the door. With the light now on, Patton could see what room this was: It was an entertainment room! A room full of play equipment, coloring and crafting supplies, little plushies of the animatronics, kids masks and gloves, and even large bouncy balls and hula hoops in the corners! The room was quite big despite being filled to the brim with things. But Patton didn’t care! He knew exactly where the coloring supplies were, and headed to that corner right away. 

Patton grabbed a stack of coloring sheets and went through them. Though there were 15-20 different coloring sheet options, there were lots of duplicates of the same coloring sheet. Patton decided to grab a coloring sheet with Sundrop and a moon character on it, as well as coloring sheets of the new Chica with cupcakes, the new Freddy with the microphone, and the Bonnie coloring sheet with the bowling alley as the background! “OOooh! Wonderful choices, Patton!” Sundrop reacted, looking over the man’s shoulder. 

Patton chuckled and put the rest of the stack away on the shelf. “Thanks! I may not color all of them right away, but we’ll see how long we spend coloring.” Patton replied. 

“Okay! I grabbed as many coloring boxes as I could carry!” Sundrop declared, showing Patton the 5 cases of coloring items. 

Patton bursted out laughing and took a couple of the cases for him. “Here, let me help you.” 

Sundrop smiled with a soft reaction. “Awww, thank you.” Sundrop reacted. “This gives me more room to carry MORE coloring supplies!” Sundrop declared as he rummaged around in the box of coloring things. 

“Wait wait- That’s not why I-” Patton sighed with a small smile as he watched Sundrop pick up 3 more pencil cases in his hands. While Sundrop carried 6 pencil cases out the door, Patton carried his two pencil cases and coloring sheets out of the closet and out into the daycare again. 

When they reached the tables and chairs in the daycare, Sundrop started collecting tables and put the tables together to form one big table. Patton knelt down at the table, and laid out the coloring sheets for Sundrop and himself to color. While Sundrop opened the pencil cases and laid them down, Patton opened the pencil cases and dumped the pencil crayons and markers all over the table. 

Patton let out a giggle as he watched pencil crayons and markers roll onto the floor. He looked up at Sundrop for approval, but wiped his own smile off his face the moment he saw Sundrop’s face: 

Sundrop was staring at Patton with what looked to be a horrified face, mixed with the ‘insanity’ eyes. He was staring deeply into Patton’s eyes…before looking down at the mess of pencil crayons and markers on the ground. “Oh no…” Sundrop’s eyes started to glow red as he looked back up at Patton. “What a mess.” Sundrop said to him. 

Unsure what to do, Patton had looked down at the pencil cases in his hands and chuckled awkwardly. “What’s wrong with a little mess?” Patton asked as he dropped the pencil cases onto the ground and made the ‘why’ signal with his hands. 

Taking this as a sign that Patton was testing the waters, Sundrop took action. 

For Patton, It all felt like slow motion. It even felt like the pencil cases did not touch the green floor until after Patton and Sundrop hit the ground first. Sundrop had tackled Patton down to the ground like a police officer would. It happened so fast, that it all felt like a blur that didn’t refocus itself until a few seconds after the man had hit the ground. 

Patton shook his head and looked up at Sundrop. “H-Hey! What was that for?!” Patton asked him. 

“You refuse to clean up!” Sundrop declared. “You didn’t tell me I needed to clean up!” Patton told him, actually attempting to make sense of the situation.

“It’s time for your punishment!” Sundrop started wiggling his fingers at him. 

Patton looked at the fingers with shock at first, before squealing. “EEEK! W-wait a minute-” Patton begged, holding up his hands in self-defense. 

“TOO LATE!” Sundrop brought his hands down to Patton’s belly and started tickling right away. 

Patton practically exploded with laughter right away, trying to get Sundrop’s nimble fingers away from his belly. “BWAHAhahaha! Cahahan’t wehehe TAHALK FIHIHIRST!?” Patton asked. 

“My new friend needs to learn to clean up! And what better way to teach and discipline, then to tickle, tickle, tickle?” Sundrop declared. 

Patton soon gave up defending himself, and instead tried to hide his laughter a little bit. But covering up his mouth would only make him look more embarrassed ーand more childishly adorableー in Sundrop’s eyes. 

“Awww! For a fully grown child, you’re very cute! I could just squeeze you and cover you in kisses!” Sundrop reacted, stopping his tickle attack to give Patton a big hug and plant kisses all over his forehead and cheeks. 

Patton squeaked and stuttered at first. “Ohokahahay- uhuhuh…” Patton had started blushing a lot. 

Sundrop kept planting kisses on Patton’s forehead. Even going as far as to say ‘I love you’ before every kiss. 

“I love you!” 

*kiss* 

“I love you!” 

*kiss* 

“I love you, love you, love you!” 

*kiss, kiss, kiss*

Patton had begun snorting from embarrassment, which only worsened his embarrassment. “Ohoho nohoho- *snort* Hehehehe! *snort* Dahahahang ihihihit!” Patton giggled, soon hanging his head in defeat. 

“Aaaand now Sunny wants to tickle you again! But for fun this time.” Sundrop declared next. Sundrop started skittering his thin, creamy yellow fingers all over Patton’s sides and up his ribs. 

This, naturally, caused Patton to throw his head back with newfound laughter all over again. “EEEEHEhehehehehe! Eheeheeheehee! Hohohohow ahahare you so gohohood ahat thihihis?!” Patton asked. “Ahahare you buhuhuilt to tihihickle?!” 

Sundrop let out a slightly evil laugh. “I’m not a tickle robot, silly! I’m a Daycare Attendant! Though, tickles are certainly part of the job description.” Sundrop told him proudly. 

Patton closed his eyes and just let Sundrop tickle to his heart’s content. And as a result, Patton laughed as much as his body would let him. Though he had to admit, he was already a blushy mess. 

Sundrop moved his fingers to the armpits. “Hey, hey!” Sundrop stopped tickling at one point to look at Patton. “Are ya having fun yet?” Sundrop asked. He squeezed Patton a slight bit. “Are ya? Are ya?!” 

Patton hid his face in Sundrop’s abnormally small chest. “Mmmhmhmhmhmhmhmm…Mahahaybehehehe?” Patton replied, slowly looking up at Sundrop with puppy eyes. 

Sundrop laughed and leaned in. Patton closed his eyes, expecting another kiss on the forehead from Sundrop. But instead…he felt a metal, slightly cold forehead touch his own. Patton opened his eyes and went cross-eyed to look at the Sun’s face. 

Sundrop was connecting foreheads and noses like a human would with their dog. Then, Sundrop gave Patton little bear kisses by moving his hard, pointy nose left and right across Patton’s rounder, softer nose. And as if he couldn’t get more cute, Patton had blushed more of a darker color of red. 

“Goodness, I didn’t know grown children could blush that color! It’s almost like…” Sundrop looked around at the many pencil crayons and markers on the ground, and searched the floor for an accurate color. Soon, he picked up a pencil crayon and placed it up to Patton’s face. 

“...No, a bit darker.” Sundrop dropped the pencil crayon and looked around for another pencil crayon or marker that better suited Patton’s cheeks. Soon, Sundrop found another marker. “Hmm…” He put it up against Patton’s left cheek. “No…That’s too burgundy. Your cheeks look more…” Sundrop thought for a moment. “I don’t know. Darker than my pants, but not red-brown like those hemlock trees.” Sundrop admitted. 

Patton tilted his head. “Hemlock trees?” Patton asked. 

“They’re trees that had reddish-brown bark on them.” Sundrop admitted. “Ah, here we are!” Sundrop picked up a marker, took off the lid and placed it to Patton’s right cheek. 

He drew a line on Patton’s cheek, and gasped. “Perfect match!” Sundrop declared. He looked at the lid and read the name of the color. 

“RV205…Peony! More purple than I expected, but it works!” Sundrop declared. “I guess that was the color I was missing.” Sundrop admitted. 

Patton chuckled and blushed more. His blush seemed to slowly reach the tops of his ears, as well as the tip of his nose. 

Sundrop giggled and drew more lines on Patton’s cheeks, almost like drawing an anime character. “Aww! So purpley!” Sundrop reacted. “Purple…Purple, purple, purple…why does that word sound familiar?” Sundrop asked next. 

Patton’s smile slowly dropped as he realized what Sundrop was talking about. Oh no…This isn’t good. Patton quickly tried to think of something. Not knowing what else to do besides tickle, Patton quickly skittered his fingers on Sundrop’s belly. “Uh- Look! I have an important phone call to make.” Patton told him as he started poking the buttons on his belly and sides. 

“EEEE! EEEK! WHAHAT AHARE YOU DOHOHOIHIHING?!” Sundrop suddenly yelled. 

Patton started making boop sounds in different tones and octaves as he poked Sundrop. “Boop! Boop, boop, boop boop, boop! BOOP!” Patton pretended to pick up the ‘phone’ Hello? Hello, hello?” Patton asked. 

Sundrop laughed from both the ticklish feeling, and from genuinely finding Patton hilarious! “Hello!” Sundrop replied, pitching his voice hilariously low. “This is the old man in your bathtub upstairs! How’s it going down there?” Sundrop asked. 

Patton wheezed and laughed at Sundrop’s words. “Thehe old man in the bathtub?! Where did you come up with that?!” Patton asked. 

“Ihi…Well, some little girl told me about it. She said her brother used to hide behind the cereal box and pretend to be the voice of an old man in the bathtub.” Sundrop told him. “It’s a little…odd…but she found it to be the best game in the world.” Sundrop told him. 

Patton could’ve cried from how cute it was. But he quickly went back to tickling instead. “Wrong number!” Patton declared, putting the ‘old telephone’ down. 

Then, Patton started poking his belly and making more sound effects. “Boop boop! Boop boop BOOP boop! Boop boop boop! bOoP!” Patton teased. “Helloooo?” Patton asked. 

“Hello, hello? Hey, you’re doing great! Most people don’t last this long. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now.” Sundrop declared.

Patton froze in place when he heard those words leave Sundrop’s mouth. 

Oh…my gosh…

How…how did he- 

“How do you know those words?” Patton asked. 

Sundrop tilted his head. “What do you mean?” Sundrop asked. 

Patton bit his lip and chuckled a bit as he shook his head to shake it off. “Nothing, nothing. Just…Deja vu.” Patton admitted with a chuckle. 

“Ah, okay.” Sundrop replied. 

Patton thought about what to do now. He looked around at the pencil crayons and the markers. “Welp…I think I learned not to make messes around you.” Patton told him. “I should probably clean up.” 

Sundrop almost blinked into focus again. “Okay! And then we can color?!” Sundrop asked. 

Patton giggled. “And then we can color.” Patton replied. 

Sundrop clapped his hands and got up onto his feet. “Yay! Clean up! clean up!” Sundrop declared, picking up pencil crayons and markers off the ground. 

Patton helped him clean up, and placed the coloring supplies onto the table. When everything was collected, Patton and Sundrop grabbed coloring sheets and began to color. And much to Patton’s surprise, Patton was better at coloring than Sundrop was! Patton could soon guess that Sundrop was programmed to color as well as a toddler, so the toddlers didn’t feel alone in their creative coloring styles. And Patton didn’t mind that. Not one bit. 

[theelmoarchive]

Sanders Sides theory (rant). I know im mainly a mh acc here but I have thoughts i need to get out there

(just fyi this theory is Roman centric, I know most TSS people nowadays are talking ab Orange and Logan so if Roman's not interesting then continue on 🔥🔥)

(Also slight TW, talking ab the sides "ducking out" and depression themes, so yeah👍👍)

Okay so. I was scrolling through Sanders Sides theories and found that no one seems to have this theory, even though I thought the Roman angst enjoyers like me would be writing this all over the place but. Ig that means I need to talk about it.

I've had this theory for years now, since the day I first watched SVS Redux.

I think Roman is going to duck out.

I dont know if I have to explain why but. I mean, just looking at the explosive end SVS Redux had will tell you a lot.

He doesn't belive Patton when he tells him they love him. He thinks Thomas has lost all faith in him in favor of the person Roman views as the epitome of evil. He's been switching views left and right to stay on Patton's side (because Thomas prides himself on his morals), but he always ends up doing something wrong - he always ends up as an antagonist. He no longer believes that he is the one thing that being has kept him stable since "Am I Original?" - Thomas' hero. The only side he has a stable and positive relationship with is VIRGIL of all people. And tbh that could quickly be ruined too. Logan is second, though, but that's EXTREMELY fragile, as we've seen.

Roman always does something wrong and it will and has sent him over the edge. From Roman's perspective, with a very flawed view of everyone around him, he is inherently the thing that flaws Thomas.

+ Roman is really dramatic obviously, so ofc he would do this.

When you look at Virgil's reasonings for ducking out, it seems plausible after everything Roman has gone through recently, too. I mean like:

"I quit. Decided it wasn't worth it anymore"

Why would Roman keep fighting a battle he knows he will never win?

"Well, It didn’t seemed like I was wanted. You all made that pretty clear any time I showed up."

Again, from Roman's perspective, he is constantly and consistently antagonized.

"If I wanted to stand around being insulted, I would've shown up I would've shown up in person like I usually do."

[same thing]

"I actually think you were right to not want me around."

Roman fears that he is becoming the villain (as we see in SVS, SVS Redux and DWIT).

(In fact, Roman has already said something quite similar to that last one in sentiment.

In SVS Redux, Roman says this, which is pretty funny because of the dramatics and the stupidity, and does get shot down quickly, but I am begging you to listen to him.

"The blame falls to me. If you're missing that do-gooder drive... I think It's because I'm in the driver seat... And I'm an awful driver... Perhaps... Perhaps I should let Patton take the wheel.")

(2nd sidenote to the Virgil quotes, can we talk ab Thomas' acting again I just love how tired Virgil is in AA. He's so. Troubled. I love him.)

WAIT ALSO I FORGOT TO ADD THIS UNTIL I WAS AB TO POST IT-

"I've always aimed to protect you,"

THIS!! First of all his face makes me so sad BUT SECOND OF ALL yeah. Roman core idk what else to say, you get it right.

"I thought I was your hero."

So yeah.

Anyway, I think the episode where Roman does this will be centered around depression. Without Roman, Thomas is depressed. Let me explain this further.

Roman is Thomas' creativity, imagination, ego, passion, love, wills and wants, hopes and dreams, aspirations and enthusiasm.

Without any of that, what is left? A guy who can't even will himself out of bed, but can still feel the nagging voice of reason and logic telling him how unreasonable he's being. A guy who cant will himself to talk to friends, family and loved ones, but can still feel sorrow for letting them down and worrying them. A guy who can't will himself to pursue creative content that he relies on for a living but can still feel anxious about letting millions of people down and never being able to create again. A guy who cant even make food for himself or brush his teeth, but still knows he NEEDS to take care of himself. A guy whose only creativity is activly trying to disturb and scare him.

So yeah thats really awesome idk.

Furthermore, I think the sides might be SEVERELY impacted.

It has been said many times over the series that the sides are purely figments of Thomas' IMAGINATION. so. Without Roman, I doubt anything would be left. Obviously, if Roman does duck out, I don’t think they'd all immediately just cease to exist because an episode still needs to occur, but I find it likely that they'd all start slowly fading or maybe even "malfunctioning", glitching, putting them on a timer to get back Roman and making it far more tense.

Is this theory weird?????? I feel like it's the natural progression TO ME but I've seen no one even getting near this and im just confused ghfhfhfh. Maybe it is kind of weird and im just too much of a Roman enthusiast. SORRY I LOVE ANNOYING WEIRDO FREAKS!!!! AND IF I WAS HIM ID DUCK OUT TOO BECAUSE NO ONE IS APPRECIATING HIM ☹️☹️☹️ EVEN THOUGH HE'S LITERALLY WHAT MAKES THOMAS DO THINGS. 🙄🙄🙄🙄

Anyway.

I also think it fits really well because of Prinxiety's parallels, such as:

(using the ship name just as a duo name because that's what I usually do I am not trying to push the prinxiety agenda although I am a fan of it ghfyfgfh)

"Thanks everyone... Well, almost everyone."

And

"I mean, it's cool to see you all trying to be helpful. Well most if you, but-"

The only difference in these two is obviously that Virgil just silently ducks out, while Roman has the entire "You make us better" speech, probably effectivly saving Virgil and Thomas, because it seems like Virgil was going to insist.

(Also another sidenote that I think everyone will agree with: WE NEED A "YOU MAKE US BETTER" SPEECH BY VIRGIL FOR ROMAN that is all)

Also. Who can forget.

Virgil saying that he tried to "duck out" and then

"That's a thing you can do?"

😐

Do you understand what I'm saying. Do you. Huh.

Okay anyway.

Idk how to end this I feel like theres still more I wanna say but i forgot. In conclusion: prin up that xiety. Reminder that FWSA was real and not a fever dream. I lied this is actually prinxiety propaganda.

But Hey That's Just A Theory. A really quite depressing and sad theory. Thanks for tumbling down a hill with me 🫶