#aroace patton

[cyberramble]

Saw a singular ship edit of Mociet with the first clip being the Christmas special and now I'm re-raising my aroace Patton agenda

[robertdownerjunior]

my ideal sanders sides ship alignment (as a multishipper it's all of them but I digress) is anaroceit intrulogical and AROMANTIC ROMANCE REPULSED ASEXUAL SEX FAVORABLE PATTON

most people tend to have a three ship pairing or two poly ship pairing or lamp + dukeceit and I just want my cult of aroace patton.

[anxiouslyfred]

Wanting Draglins

For @sanders-sides-a-spec-week day 1 prompt of dragons

Summary: Patton just wants some kids, some draglins to look after and raise for himself, and for Logan to understand why his suggestions for the easiest route to getting them is something he infintely does not want.

Author's Note: I did mean to write more for this, but forgot it was today until it was getting late so well, here's what we get.

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“I know both our parents very much left us to learn how to survive as soon as we could get our own food, but I'm telling you Logan, when I get my own draglins, I'll make sure they get all the support and protection they need for as long as they want it. They'll always be able to come to me for advise and help.” Patton was stating, arguing, Logan assumed with the observations he'd just made over how differently the human creatures treated their young compared to dragons.

He shook his head regardless. “For one, I was making observations about our people as a whole, in comparison to these humans as a whole, and expressing my confusion over human's endless need for company or community. For two, just where are you going to get draglins from Patton? You dismiss anyone who has flirted with you and the two attempts that someone has made to mate with you, which I will note is the only way for you to get draglins naturally, you've been so disgusted that you refuse to be on the same continent as them.”

Patton's tail thwaped around at them in annoyance. “That's not the only way, and you already promised that I can help raise your draglins if you ever, and I quote, 'experience the urge to copulate with someone for whom procreation can occur'. Given the amount of quests and attacks these human creatures are leading against us, I shall be the best surrogate father any draglin could have.” He huffed out smoke, one of his wings flaring out to gesture at the crowd of humans stalking around the bottom of the mountain the pair were on currently.

“If you desire that to be your route to family, of course I support you and do not retract my offer for you to aid in raising any young I might have. I merely fail to understand why a dragon so desiring of family denies what is both pleasurable and the simplest method to forming a family genetically close.” Logan acquiesed.

“Because I don't find it pleasurable, nor do I desire that. Cuddles are all I need for occasional physical comfort.” Patton stated. “Romance and sex are simply not for me.”

Logan huffed, a couple of smoke rings drifting from his snout. “Yet you only dream of the family that sex should be a fundamental part of acquiring.”

“I'm sure we have a few friends that can I explain to you why the world and who we are doesn't have to run on logic and rational solutions all the time. Roman was only a country away, last I heard.” Patton wriggled more comfortably into the rocky ledge he'd claimed, glancing over the valley again. “We both know that no matter how much I explain my feelings on the subject you will continue to struggle to understand, however much you try to accept it as my decision.”

“That is true.” He agreed, “Besides you're also right that I've agreed to visit Roman while we're in similar areas, so I best be off.”

[the-bees-and-p]

aroace patton hc hours

all of Patton’s ability to experience romantic love got turned into Loving His Friends Energy. Sorry, he can’t go on a date because he’s scheduled for Loving And Appreciating His Friends, he’s all booked

maybe he doesn’t experience romance but he still thinks it’s Neat! he absolutely adores sappy love stories. even if he doesn’t experience romantic love himself, he likes seeing people in happy and healthy relationships!

really mad that a lot of things are considered romantic by default. would absolutely buy all of the other sides chocolates and roses purely platonically. he loves his friends okay

patton, pre-realizing he’s aroace: i wanna be in a relationship so i can sing duets ):

logan: you? don’t need to be in a relationship to do that?

patton:

patton: i no longer want to be in a relationship

turns out pat’s aroace. I Never Planned on You from Newsies and Dance With You from The Prom are just really good songs

“holding hands is the epitome of any type of love, okay? platonic love? hand hold! romantic love? hand hold! familial love? hand hold! hold a local hand today!” -Patton

“i’m getting my bow and arrow out of the closet... and now I am the aro in the closet.” -Patton

“yeah you can get married at 18 but you know what else you can get? a DOG!” -Patton

that one song about having a dog instead of a romantic relationship is playing in Patton’s head a lot because it’s a Mood

does he experience romantic attraction? no. Is he still Absolutely Full of Love? Absolutely.

He loves his friends and he’s not going to stop!

[ssslimyboy]

Aroace Text Posts (3/6: Patton)

[dead-inside-demiboy]

Headcannon: Aroace Patton that plays matchmaker for the other sides because he will never be able to experience those feelings, but he wants his friends to be able to.

[theangstking]

Hello yes welcome to "Lionel has another AU idea that he's never gonna write".

Aroace Patton adopts a baby Roman who's parents left him at an orphanage bc they were teen parents and weren't ready for kids.

Roman grows up and goes to elementary school and ends up meeting Virgil, a shy little kid who's kinda clumsy so no one really worries too much when he comes to school with strange bruises. But Roman notices and brings it up to his dad, because he recognized them as handprints and was worried for his new friend.

Patton finds out that Virgil is being abused by his father, who drinks a lot after his mom died. He gets him out of that situation and takes him in as a foster child, not letting the police put him in an orphanage because he was scared and needed to have a steady home with people who could give him the attention he needed and deserved.

Roman very quickly basically takes Virgil under his wing- calling him his little brother right away, which Virgil doesn't mind too much. It's kinda nice to have a sibling, especially one who's so kind and protective over him as Roman is. And he can get a bit annoyed by Roman sometimes, as siblings do tend to annoy each other, but they have a healthy relationship and love each other a damn lot.

Roman realizes he's aromantic homosexual in middle school- and he sees no reason to hide it from Patton or Virgil, because Patton's always been open with them about his sexuality and has made sure they're well educated on other LGBTQ+ identities.

Virgil doesn't know what his sexuality is and isn't too pressed to find out, even in high school. And Patton and Roman never pressure him about it.

Roman gets into a queerplatonic relationship with Remy in their freshman year of high school- having been friends with him since he came to their middle school halfway through sixth grade. At first Virgil's a bit nervous that Remy being Roman's QPP will take time away from him and Roman's hanging out. But it actually strengthens their relationship because Roman and Virgil can get away from each other more often, since Roman spends more time at Remy's now. They don't spend as much time together as they used to, but their relationship doesn't suffer from it and it isn't like that's a bad thing.

But that sorta makes Virgil feel like a bit of a third wheel at times- not that he resents them for it in the slightest.

He meets Logan a couple months after Remy and Roman become partners. They shared an English class together and were assigned to be partners by the teacher, and they very quickly hit it off. They had been learning about Ancient Greek myths and both of them were really interested in it actually. They did the project together, and they did really well, and they kept talking even after finishing the project. They became pretty good friends pretty fast- and Virgil talked about him a lot to Patton and Roman. Roman teased him a little about it, asking him if he had a crush on Logan, but knew when to stop.

Logan introduced Virgil to his boyfriend, Dolos(or whatever name you want to use for Deceit, I'm just using Dolos for this to make it easier on myself). Virgil was a little disappointed and jealous, but he didn't really recognize it right away, because he did have a crush on Logan. He just didn't realize it. But he ignored it and tried to get to know Dolos, and found that they also had fairly similar interests. They became friends as well- not as quickly as Logan and Virgil did, but still pretty quick.

Being the useless gay he is, Virgil didn't realize he had a crush on both of them until almost halfway through sophomore year. He went to Roman about it for support honestly- just needing someone to talk to about it. Roman, thankfully, kept the teasing to a minimum(though he did still pepper it in there, just enough that Virgil wouldn't get mad at him). But Virgil doesn't do anything about it really, just satisfied with having them as friends- even if he did sometimes get jealous and a bit sad. Roman was a pretty big help during this all honestly- there were definitely a couple of nights were Virgil had cried while cuddling with his brother.

Then, in the beginning of their junior year, Logan and Dolos explained to Virgil what polyamory is and asked him out! Que the gay panic and blushing and "yes"es.

and ye that's all I've got.

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[canvas-the-florist]

No Time Like the Present (3)

Pairing(s): Romantic Roceit, QPR Intrulogical, Sleepmas

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Swearing, harassment, assassination, neglectful parents (?), homophobia mention, fire

Summary: Roman and Virgil have a bonding moment, Dolos discovers something that shouldn't be as surprising as it is, and history gets a vibe check with hindsight.

-

Roman had only been awake for three minutes and he already knew it was too early. The stress had been getting to him, and on the long way to the palace, he had only gotten three hours of sleep in the past week. Usually, he’d sleep in and cuddle into Dolos, but that wasn’t really an option. Even when he’d do expeditions alone, Roman at least knew that his love was safe at home. This wasn’t exactly a good week for him as he knew the sun wasn’t even up yet.

He sighed dramatically and stood up to stretch. Deciding to spend his time wisely so everyone could leave the moment they woke up, he fed the horses, checked around the area for any trouble, and started the hunt for food. Now, they brought food, and Roman knew this, but he had been so bored lately now that his days had an extra six hours. So this meant, he’d roughly remember everything Patton has said about scavenging and try to mimic everything Virgil has done regarding hunting. It didn’t go to plan as he wished but at least he hasn’t gotten severely injured yet, as he was still recovering from that one asshole.

Unfortunately, his brain couldn’t help but drift to Dolos. What if they were all too late? What if he gets hurt in a way he never recovers? Is this how Dolos feels whenever Roman travels out of town? He travels a l o t and he had almost always had to get patched up by the end of it. The guilt started growing as he realized that he and his boyfriend had switched roles. A little ‘I told you so’ at the end of this entire fiasco was definitely in order and Roman would accept it gracefully. He breathed in to keep himself from freaking out. He and Dolos would both get out of this alive, and it’ll be okay. But why couldn’t he bring himself to believe it?

“What the fuck are you doing up so fucking early?”

“Shut up, Virgil, you’re going to wake up Patton and you know he’s a light sleeper,” Roman said huffing slightly at the end of his sentence. Even though he had been up for hours, it was still way too early for any actual communication. “Besides, I know you like sleeping in so what woke you?”

Virgil gave a small grin and shrugged, extending his arms to invite a hug. “I can sense anxiety from 20 feet away so I thought I’d comfort you.”

“Sounds fake but okay.” Roman scoffed, accepting the hug with a small laugh. “Though it is mighty suspicious that I have woken up before you, and you have shown on multiple accounts to not sleep like,,, at all.”

Virgil shoved Roman out of the hug and punched his shoulder. A little unnecessary, but that was what basically defined their friendship at that point. Some melodramatic bickering and practically acting like they hate each other even if they would kill for one another. Though, if this were to be brought up, the two would immediately argue this, as if it was something the world wasn’t allowed to know. Logan and Patton found it ridiculous but Remus found it hilarious that they can act so stupid. Eventually, the others woke up to the two lightly bantering. The sun was up at that point and it was decided they should PROBABLY leave to finish their plan.

“Guuuysss, our horses will probably kick us if we don’t get going!” Patton called.

Roman shook his head with a tired but genuine laugh; hopefully, that laugh would be shared with Dolos soon. He ran back to the campsite, ready to leave as soon as he could.

-

After Dolos was told the plan he was half-convinced it would work.

I mean if you heard any plans about overthrowing your current government with 30 or so people, you’d be skeptical too, right? You wouldn’t just believe everything off the bat. Remy and Magenta shared a house and gave Dolos the guest bed. They weren’t together nor would they ever which was totally fine and Dolos didn’t even ask or hint at something like that when Magenta told him. He was assuming that one of them or both were in separate relationships or so.

It was late at night or early morning and he still hadn’t slept. He was under the blankets, all warm and cozy, but actually getting rest? Who did you take him for? He hardly ever slept when Roman was on his trips, but actually having an adventure for himself? That shit is scary. Dolos sighed and turned to his hide to cradle a pillow in his arms. He hugged it close to his chest, forcing his eyes closed as he imagined that he was safe and sound at home with Roman and his plants. He was so sleep deprived he could almost feel his loved one’s arms around his waist.

Unfortunately, it only lasted about twenty minutes before the sun came up, forcing Dolos to get up as the light hit his pillow and face immediately. He frowned and rubbed his eyes. This wasn’t exactly what he had in mind as a vacation at any rate. First of all, he would’ve preferred to have his boyfriend.

While he walked out to the commons of the household he noticed the lack of everyone else. Did they get curtains for every room in the house but his? Classic. He was tired and more than 75% convinced that being cursed to turn half-snake made him cold-blooded as well.

Dolos wrapped his arms around himself, giving himself a small hug and warmth as he curled up in the recliner. Roman would probably tease him on how he can fit so perfectly wrapped in a ball on a chair. This caused him to accidentally drop one of his legs which he didn’t have the reaction time to pull up again. His foot hit the floor and Dolos hissed in pain, attempting not to wake anyone up.

“Well, this is going perfectly.” He muttered to himself angrily, slowly falling off of the chair and slumping to the ground. “Just absolutely splendid. No setbacks at all.”

“Saying synonyms to what you want to believe is true probably isn’t going to work, babe.” Dolos turned around and saw Remy, coffee and all. It’s like he couldn’t be seen without caffeine. He let an exaggerated sigh after taking in the fake that another person was awake, especially that person being Remy. He rolled his eyes in response. “Gurl, calm down, this is my house after all. Strange how I come here sometimes.”

He didn’t bother to respond verbally and slid slowly off of the chair onto the ground so Dolos wouldn’t have to look at his face. It was a bit childish but he was too sleep-deprived to care about that much. He just wanted to hug his boyfriend and let him know that he was alright. Hopefully, he wasn’t doing anything stupid… Ugh, the sooner he helped this ragtag team overthrow the king, the earlier he could get a new home with Roman. If it took actually cooperating with people, maybe the snake would consider it. He let out another sigh and stood up.

“So, what can I do to help your side of the rebellion?”

“About fucking time you gave some enthusiasm.”

-

Thomas tucked his pocket watch back into his jacket for about the fifth time before the queen came in. He was incredibly nervous because he had to actually talk to his father and without Joan around, he didn’t want to mess up and put anyone in jeopardy. Unfortunately for him, his mother had the pleasure of telling him that his father was too busy. Because of course, why would anyone want time with their son? He wasn’t salty at all thanks for asking.

With a sigh, Thomas decided that he was definitely sneaking out again to see Remy and hear about the plans. The more his father ignored him, the more he wanted to rebel. So, once night fell, he put on his cloak and peasant clothing to walk into the streets. It was nightfall at this point and he blended into the point he felt like he let out a breath he seemed to have held for an entire day. Even with being a prince, he never really thinks of himself as one. Yes, he’s grateful for his privilege but he tried not to expect everyone to treat him with that privilege.

It was a hazy afternoon and he opened the door, closing it behind him swiftly. The door closed louder than he thought it would and he heard a loud thud along with a long string of swears. It wasn’t a voice he recognized so he decided to assume it was that Deceit fellow. Even so, Thomas placed his hand on the hilt of his dagger and slowly walked to the living room to see a person on the floor, clutching their feet.

“Are you okay?”

“Perfectly peachy, this definitely isn’t the second time this happened to me today.” Ah, this person can possibly be a threat then. Too clumsy to be an actual criminal. “So are you that prince dude the coffee addicted bitch won’t stop talking about?”

Thomas shook his head. “First of all, no swearing. Second of all, yes, I think?”

“Of course. At least I know that you’re sort of trustworthy.” The man said, standing up and avoiding wincing. Thomas came to the realization that this was supposedly the masterful witch that could destroy the king? Hmmm, okayyy. “Anyways, dipstick, I heard the plan. It might suck ass but I think with a couple of knuckleheads like you, y’all have a chance.”

Without even digesting the sentence, one thing came to the prince’s mind. “Y’all? I have no idea what you’re saying to me.”

Deceit laughed and punched his shoulder, causing Thomas to grab it and yelp in alarm. He was just met with another snicker, which turned grim. “Look, sorry for punching your fragile noodle arms, but you need a better plan with more or fewer people. At this stage of planning, Y’ALL won’t be able to overthrow the king. I know Remy doesn’t want me to change the outline and I respect that, but sometimes force is a dumb fucking thing to do. Since you’re dating him or whatever, and probably smarter let’s be real, you need to tell him! We aren’t going to be able to go at night with clanky weapons and shit like that! You need a more cohesive plan!”

“Well, shit,” Thomas breathed.

“Swearing,” Deceit tutted with a smirk.

Thomas punched him, similar to how he was hit just earlier. Deceit fell from his force, accidentally setting his hair on fire. Both of them stared at each other for a moment. Neither of them noticed Remy had showed up until he poured his coffee on top of the fire. The two standing helped him stand up, as he was too shocked to react. He looked at his hands, managing to make a flame grow above his finger. Deceit blew it out and made eye contact with Remy.

“I think I’m actually a fucking witch then.” He looked up, imagining how Roman would react to this. “Well, that makes a lot more sense than being a pyromaniac as a child… Huh…”

-

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Roman stared at his broken sword. He was supposed to be the knight in shining armor for his love, not breaking the one thing he knew how to use properly. Hell, he couldn’t hold a bow right. This was his favorite sword too. He dropped his head on the horse's neck and sighed. Roman thought himself as an idiot at this moment.

“Yep, that sword looks done for.” Patton declared, patting Roman’s back in sympathy.

“Thanks, Patton,” He replied with a sigh.

“We could always gain possession of another sword. One in better shape.” Logan stated, picking up the pieces and stuffing them into his backpack. They couldn’t leave any traces of themselves behind, even if a broken blade was incredibly useless at the moment. “Furthermore, we have reached our destination. Erytol is two hours and three minutes away if we keep at this current pace without distraction.”

Virgil stretched his back and it cracked loudly. “Since when have we kept from being distracted?” He asked with a chuckle. “Besides, we’re going to have to wait until dark before we should even bother walking in. Even Patton got banned from this city, right?”

Patton nodded while Remus laughed at him. “I think I mentioned something about gay people? Weird because I don’t even have romantic attraction.”

The group sighed at the sound of homophobia. You know the city is bad when even Patton managed to get banned from it. Continuing on, they eventually decided to stop their conversation and travel as promptly as they could. They hid in their average cloaks and prepared for their least favorite city. Erytol. This place was annoying because it had the castle, which meant that more guards and stuff were stationed there. Yet, it was filled with lots of plans to overthrow the king, though a lot of them were never attempted or fell flat. This time it would be better. Because the gays were angry and wanted to fight.

And they were going to beat the shit out of their opponents.

-

When Dolos was a child, around seven years old, he wasn’t allowed outside. He was known as the destructive kid that would be a bad influence on yours. Dolos had once set fire to an entire house and his parents quickly moved away from that town. He wasn’t the son his father or mother could be proud of so he was taken out of the public eye. At least, that’s what he thought for the longest time.

Dolos had grown to despise his parents for being forced to hide. Sure, their intentions seemed good! Their child wouldn’t stop setting fires and at the time he was twelve, this was pushed aside as a wild boy with pyromania. So, he was feared. He had no friends or anything. Eventually, Dolos chilled out and learned to handle things on his own. He bandaged his own wounds and fought his own battles. When he WAS let out, his parents made him wear a hood over his head so the neighbors wouldn’t recognize him. But one day, he met someone that could be considered a friend. Remus.

He was a boy just a year older than himself. An unruly personality. Perhaps one comparable to a wild pyromaniac?

So, a friend! A friend that was a twin that could also be a friend! But, Dolos wasn’t supposed to be outside or talk to others. But… he finally had friends… Doesn’t that mean something? His parents should at least respect that, right? They didn’t. He was told to remain quiet and go home immediately. As Dolos was walking away in shame, he turned and saw confusion and hurt in Remus’s eyes. He softened and fought against his want to cry. If he wasn’t allowed to be friends, he would just have to break the rules.

Roman and Remus were kind. They didn’t ask questions when Dolos knocked on their window at one AM. Perhaps they were too tired or suspected something about his family life. Dolos had run away at age fourteen. He lived with Remus and Roman at their orphanage. It was a refuge for him. He was able to talk to other children and have friends! But not all were ups. The food was horrible and most of the kids were even worse. Dolos would go into his shared bedroom with bruises he would treat himself after treating Remus. Roman was the only one who evaded bullying, by appearing so confident, no one dared to mess with him.

No matter how strong the three got, it was agreed to run away after a year. They ended up in Klanbou, the self-declared “most dangerous city in the continent!” by its citizens. That’s when the three worked together smuggling pixie dust through cities, Remus and Dolos also taking up part-time assassins. They all took up code names to remain secret and eventually met a young man named Virgil under extremely unlucky circumstances. Dolos never mentioned his pyromania to anyone and always kept some form of water on him at all times. Not to keep him hydrated, but to hope it would all stop. Eventually, at least. He never considered himself to be a witch, he didn’t realize the qualifications of magic at the time.

At least, until he had turned 22, and encountered a drunk wizard when he was in the middle of working out his plan for a random politician. The wizard was attempting to flirt with Dolos and as he told him kindly to “Fuck off” and to leave him alone… The wizard got upset. And slapped him.

Dolos stood up to yell at the wizard only to find the left of his face in excruciating pain. He had fallen to the floor, feeling cold hard scales sprouting off his face. The wizard gave him one last kick before leaving the bar. Roman ran after him, leaving Dolos alone. And as he was, he heard the earl of the town ban him publicly. In front of almost the whole contents of Klanbou, the city of criminals. People yelled and called him a witch.

As he was about to be chased out, his eyes darken. “I’ll give you witch,” he hissed, touching the building. The pyromaniac tendencies must’ve kicked in because Dolos created fire without knowing how, and walked out with Roman helping to carry Dolos’s weight. If Klanbou wouldn’t hold them, they might as well give them a legitimate reason not to. And burning the bar seemed appropriate at the time. Though, this meant the two would need somewhere new to live, and a cottage in the woods sounded pretty nice.

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