And also, can I take you up with that offer of hitting you up for a fluffy headcanon request for my shipping request? Thank you! 💙
Some quick Connor fluff because I was being an angsty bitch yesterday.
So there’s this whole thing in the fandom about Connor painting right, so imagine he just paints/ sketches you stuff all the time. You text him a picture of your cat, he’s painted it by the end of the week.
Sometimes he’s kind of off the grid and being alone and he just looks through the pictures he has of you on his phone because like he doesn’t want to bother you but he uwu loves you.
Sometimes he comes over, or you go over, and you watch bad movies together.
He’s hecking like protective, and not necessarily in a jealous way (although prolly) but like, you get a paper cut and he’s like “where did I put hecking neosporen?!”
Did I spell that right? Idk.
You guys go on walks and sometimes he like drapes his arm over your shoulder and oh my god cologne.
When he’s extra happy he just pulls you into his chest and like just rests his head on yours.
You love his hair, and he’ll never admit it, but he loves when you like gush over him and how fucking adorable he is??
Idk these are kinda rushed and dumb.
Requests are open! I have a few DEH fanfics in the works (and these get done way quicker oof)
Fandom: Thomas Sanders, Sanders Sides
Pairing: None
Words: 1078
Contents: uh, depression, no comfort
Characters: Patton, Virgil, Roman, Logan
Summary: Being skipped over and silenced had a different affect on Logan.
A/N: Okay so, it has been a long while since I actually posted anything here. I do still write but most of it actually gets posted over on my ao3 account. But I wasn't sure what to put for the contents, but this is based on an idea from this post. And I do intend to draw this at some point. But here ya go.
The air was taken from his lungs as though he were punched in the gut when the button was pressed, his throat failing to produce any noise as it happened. Of course he didn’t expect anyone to use the button, but in that moment he felt that he should have. After everything else, the amount of times that they wouldn’t listen to him, of course they would take the first opportunity to silence Logan. But that moment seemed to last longer than it should have, a strange darkness seeming to close in on him. He looked around his room, the lights were still on and the shadows shouldn’t be able to form in such a manner.
He tried once more to speak and found that he still couldn’t, so he simply settled for standing from his desk to inspect the darkness. As he stepped closer he found it just seemed like normal shadows, just extending a bit further from the edges of the room than seemed logical. With a shake of his head, Logan turned and took a seat back at his desk to continue what he was doing. It had to be some trick of the light and didn’t warrant any further investigation.
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It got worse as time went on. The shadows grew and the inability to speak came every time that the others shut him down or interrupted him. It had gotten fairly bad, where he would stay in his room more often than not. Even though that was beginning to be a nightmare for him as well. The shadows, they covered almost his entire room and he felt as though he was frozen in a moment in time when they passed over him. It was not the most pleasant thing, but it was necessary whenever he needed to enter and exit his room.
But soon Logan even stopped doing that, with only a small sliver of his room free from the nightmares. He couldn’t even be freed from that, so more often than not he would be on his bed, knees clutched to his chest as he tried to remember how long it had been since he had passed into the darkness.
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“Has anyone seen Logan?” Patton asked as he placed a couple plates down on the table. He looked to Roman and Virgil who both shook their heads. “I haven’t heard anything from him in a while.”
“Now that you mention it I haven’t seen him in probably a week or longer.” Roman thought for a moment. He gave a slight shrug, “Perhaps he has just been busy.” The creative side dismissed as he grabbed a plate and began to eat the eggs that were on it.
“He normally doesn’t skip meals though.” Virgil pointed out, his mind beginning to fill with several scenarios that could have happened to the logical side. “He is the one who always is telling us how important it is to keep a consistent schedule.”
“I think maybe I should go check on him.” Patton hummed slightly as he put his own plate down on the table. He turned and started to head up the stairs after giving Virgil a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
It wasn’t long before he arrived to Logan’s door and noticed it seemed to be a few shades darker than it typically had been. He knocked on the door softly before calling in. “Hey Lo, you in there?” His stomach twisted slightly when he got no response. The moral side bit his lip and shifted his weight slightly as he tried to figure out what to do. He could always try to open the door and see, but also he didn’t have permission to enter. The worry ended up winning out and he tried the doorknob and found that it was unlocked. He twisted it and pushed the door open, letting out a startled gasp at the sight he found inside.
Logan was curled almost in a ball in a corner of his room, a lamp on the floor near him although it did little good in the strange shadows that seemed to coat the room. On the walls around him it seemed as though something was carved into them but Patton couldn’t get a good look at them. He went to step inside to try to get to Logan and gasped at the feeling the shadows gave him, causing him to shiver.
“Guys!” He stepped back from the room and called, still watching the unmoving form of Logan. It wasn’t long before the other two were up the stairs.
“What’s wrong?” Virgil was the first to ask before he noticed the inside of Logan’s room. All he could mutter was a soft “oh no” as he saw the shadows over the room.
“Do you know what that is?” Patton asked, looking to the anxious trait. Virgil shook his head slightly before responding.
“No, but it does not look good.”
“It doesn’t feel good either. I tried to go in but the feeling stopped me.” Virgil stared in the room for a moment longer, watching as Roman stuck his hand into the room before withdrawing it with a hiss as though he were burned. Then he made a decision and rushed in, catching the others by surprise which let him get past them without them stopping him.
The feeling in the room was no longer the calm collected logic that it had been previously but was a cold imposing feeling. Virgil got closer to Logan and went to grab him before he noticed what was written on the wall. That gave him pause as he read over the phrase repeated in varying states of urgency, “The end is never”.
He grabbed Logan and tried to quickly get the two of them out of the room, feeling as though spending any longer in the room would be a mistake. Once they crossed the threshold the group heard the first sound from Logan since the thing began. It was soft and broken, almost as though his voice was hoarse. Roman knelt down, trying to figure out what was being said when he heard it.
“The end is never.” He was just repeating the phrase over and over again. Once they finally got him to look up he didn’t even seem to register that the three were there or even talking to him. Logan was just staring off into space as he muttered over and over again.
I have a dental appointment soon so maybe this will be shorter than most of my rambles but can we just talk for a moment about the fact that every single main character in One Piece is, as far as we can tell, a functional orphan? And can we talk about what this says about the world?
I know this is a basic trope for shounen, but seriously, where are all the parents? It's one thing to have your main character orphaned, it's another thing to have practically an entire cast of them. Looking at the crew we've got three whose parents (one or both of them) are dead, two whose parents abandoned them, and the rest are inexplicably absent. Was anybody wondering where the hell Zoro had gone off to when he burst into a dojo and challenged their strongest? How did Sanji end up working on the Orbit, were his parents on board, did they die in the storm? Brook might have had a "normal" childhood, and Luffy did at least have a family member somewhat looking out for him, but... Nobody bats an eye at the fact that none of these people had parents growing up. There's no "poor thing, all alone in the world" comments even in the flashbacks, it's just accepted by everyone present that very young children--as young as eight--are likely to end up on their own and them's just the breaks.
Add on to that the fact that this world is one with problems both with rebels and with pirates and assorted outlaws, and the world-war-whatever and sociology geek in me is screaming that these are all the signs of a world that's been actively falling to pieces for a long time--a century at least. Marineford might've been their equivalent of Franz Ferdinand's assassination, but in both cases that was just the spark that lit the dyanmite. Previously the WG and the Yonkou were able to at least keep the lid on the pressure cooker, and their ability to do that is deteriorating fast.
Basically just saying that I'm gonna stand by my decision that I want to never ever be a random civilian in the One Piece world ever kthx. Thoughts?
