A quiet afternoon hunting near the undersea vents is turned upside down—rather, down side up—when Remy and his kid brother Toby get caught in an updraft and land in a different world. Luckily, they meet a friendly face.
Color-edited photo of undersea kelp and fishes by Y-S, via Unsplash.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: October | Toby Sanders & Sleep | Remy Sanders, October | Toby Sanders & Dr. Emile Picani & Sleep | Remy Sanders
Characters: October | Toby Sanders, Sleep | Remy Sanders, Dr. Emile Picani
Additional Tags: Remy and Toby are brothers, Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Language Barrier, Crack Treated Seriously, maybe a little too seriously?, misunderstandings are both understandable and resolved _quickly_, Mostly Fluff
Summary:
A quiet afternoon hunting near the undersea vents is turned upside down—rather, down side up—when Remy and his kid brother Toby get caught in an updraft and land in a different world.
Luckily, they meet a friendly face.
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Written for the great @naminethewitch as part of @tss-camp-and-coffee‘s Sleepy Bean Fanfic Café.
Order: A small [I might have overpoured just a bit there] green tea (merpeople) with coconut milk (crack taken seriously) featuring: Espresso (Remy), Bubblegum (Emile), Pumpkin Spice (Toby).
Remy and Toby being deep sea merpeople and Emile coming from closer to the surface and their culture clashes leading to fun misunderstandings. [They become fun, even if they're slightly horrifying for a half a second there.]
Please include: Spill guard (Language barriers)
Life finds a way… to interrupt my writing! XD My last few orders have been very delayed and I deeply appreciate your patience! I truly hope you enjoy!!
Third order up for @thatdesolatefander! Platonic Anxober with Virgil being protective over a sickly Toby! He appreciates it, I promise, even if he's a bit annoyed by it 🤭 Enjoy!
Summary: Toby loved Virgil, he was his best friend, but sometimes he just worried way too much.
Content Warnings: Implied Child Neglect
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“Virgil, let me get up.”
“No! You should lie down more. Here, I got you a glass of water.”
Toby rolled his eyes but accepted the drink.
“Am I allowed to sit up to drink this or…?” he asked sarcastically. Virgil frowned at him.
“Stop acting like I’m in the wrong for worrying about you.”
With a huff, Toby pushed himself into a sitting position to sip at his water.
“You’re not in the wrong for worrying, but you’re taking it a bit far. I’m fine.”
“You literally collapsed less than half an hour ago! That is not being fine!”
“I didn’t collapse, Verge. I had a dizzy spell during P.E. and that’s it. We already came all the way here to the nurse’s office, he said it was only a bit of low blood sugar and gave me dextrose. And I feel fine now.”
Virgil huffed and crossed his arms.
“You felt fine before P.E. too, doesn’t mean anything apparently.”
“I just pushed myself too hard for a moment. Y’know I need to keep my grades up there, I’m fucking stupid otherwise.”
“You’re not stupid, Toby. The school system’s just not made to show your strengths.”
“God, you sound more like Logan every day.”
“Shut up!” Virgil hissed, his cheeks red. Toby loved teasing him about his little crush and maybe it would be enough distraction to stop him fussing over him like he’s a helpless chicklet or something.
“C’mon, let’s get back to class and maybe you can impress him by doing push ups or something.” He tried to swing his legs off the side of the bed to stand, but Virgil blocked him again.
“Nuh-uh! You need to rest more! At least until the end of the period. Just to be sure.”
“Ugh,” Toby groaned, letting himself fall back into the pillows. “Dude, c’mon! You know I usually don’t say anything about skipping class and shit, but I don’t wanna just lie here doing nothing! Plus, all our stuff is still in the gymnasium, we need to get back there anyway.”
“And you know that I’m usually way too anxious to skip class! But you were white as a sheet back there, Toby. Freaked me out.” Virgil’s voice became a lot quieter at the end and he avoided looking Toby in the eyes.
“Way to make me feel bad,” the other huffed halfheartedly before sighing. “Look, I’m sorry for scaring you. And yeah, maybe I knew that I was a bit under the weather and shouldn’t’ve pushed so far. My bad, alright. But I seriously feel better now. And sitting around here just makes me antsy.”
Virgil chewed on his lower lip.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t call your parents just in case?”
“V, you know just as well as me that they won’t give a crap. I could be running a fever and throwing up everywhere and they would still argue whether it’s really necessary for them to come. If they even pick up their phones in the first place. It’s better to have you here to keep an eye on me, trust me.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Virgil was still looking dejected and worried, so Toby glanced over at the clock. 15 minutes until the period was over.
…Damn him for being a good friend.
“Fine. I’ll chill for another 10 minutes, alright? But then we go and grab our stuff for next period.”
Virgil almost deflated in relief, his shoulders dropped and a small smile appeared on his lips.
“I can work with that. Thanks, Tobes.”
“Yeah, yeah, thanks for being a worrywart, I guess. Now, come lie down with me, you dick. Your eyebags look even worse than usual.” He dragged the other down by the arm and though he protested, Virgil followed without much resistance.
“How will this help?”
“Just shut up and close your eyes for a bit. It’ll calm you down a bit if nothing else.”
“…Thanks.”
“No prob. Now, shhh. If you’re forcing us to stay here another 8 minutes, I wanna enjoy it.”
Virgil grumbled but didn’t argue and after a moment, Toby could feel him release more tension he was holding in his body.
Seriously, he hadn’t been the only one who needed this trip to the nurse’s office it seemed.
I'm going to get a medium (1000K) Green Tea with 2% Milk, Cherry/Espresso/Orange/Pumpkin Spice Syrup. Topped with Chopped Nuts, Nutmeg, and Chocolate Kisses
Also known as a Merpeople AU, Hurt/Comfort, poly ship with Roman/Remy/Toby (October Shorts Character)/Orange (your version). Make it Arranged Marriage, Love after Loss, and Love Letters.
Warnings: death of major characters, food/battery poisoning (it's unclear). Tell me to put more warnings if needed.
Pairings: Eventual Prinxiety and Intrulogical
Summary: upcoming band, sunset curve, are about to make their debut at the orpheum when a serious tragedy occurs on the night of their performance. (Set in 1995)
A/n: here is my crappy writing bringing to you my Julie and the Phantoms au- er, Roman and Phantoms in this case? Haha, sorry! Besides that, there is are going to be links right before a performance/singing scene and it's highly recommended that you give it a listen before continuing on!
It was a loud and busy night in sunset boulevard, there were crowds of people lined up right outside the orpheum, a line that was so long that it almost surpassed the width of the building. There was excited chatter amongst people- fans of the band that had yet to play in the building.
Up on the Marquee read: Sunset Curve - Sold out.
The sound of a distant guitar riff from inside the building seemed to rile up the excitement in the crowd.
(Listen to the song before proceeding)
There were three clacks of drumsticks hitting, "One! Two! Three!"
"Take off, Last stop! Countdown till' we blast open the top!"
A man in his late teens with purple-dyed tips and ripped jeans sung with a playful smirk. he seemed to be the lead singer of the band Sunset curve.
"Face first! full charge! Electric hammer to the heart-"
He looked in his element, effortlessly playing the guitar while singing. Three other voices joined the lead in harmony.
"Clocks move faster 'cause it's all we're after now, oh"
The lead looked over to a guy with a baby blue leather jacket a bass and he cocked his head to the side as if to say 'come over'. The bassist jumped over and sung in the same mic.
"Won't stop climbing, 'cause this is our time! yeah!"
The singer pushed him away playfully and the bassist went back to his own mic. They quickly moved to the prechorus
"When all the days felt black and white, Those were the best shades of my life!"
The singer belted with a grin, swiftly moving to the chorus, the other band members joining in every shout
"Don't look down!"
" 'Cause we're still rising-"
" Up right now!"
"And even if we-"
"Hit the ground!"
"We'll still fly- Keep dreaming like we'll live forever But live it like it's now or never!"
The singer turned away from the mic and to the drummer as if passing it off to him with a shine in his eyes and an almost never-gone grin.
"We ain't searching for tomorrow," The drummer sung, "Tomorrow" The bassist repeated
" 'Cause we got all we need today," "Today!"
The lead took over momentarily
"Living on a feeling that's been running through our veins,"
The bassist smirked as he took in a deep breath, running his and through his hair,
"We're the revolution that's been singing in the rain"
Each band members stopped playing their instruments, clapping and clacking their sticks together to a beat as they repeated the start of the chorus
"Don't look down! 'cause we're still rising up right- now!"
They picked their instruments back up, a fire and smoke effect errupted around them as they played their instruments once again and delved into the final chorus
"And even if we hit the ground we'll still fly- Keep dreaming like we'll live forever but live it like it's now or never!"
There were more effects blowing around and lights shining on them as they harmonized at final part of the song
"It's now or never!" "Now or never"
Both guitarists and the bassist turned to the drummer as they strummed their last chords. They panted, catching their breaths as sweat fell down their faces and yet they had wide grins. They soon turned around and did their bows.
There was applause and cheers from the orpheum employees as the band members stood straight, "Whoo! Excellent!" A Girl cheered from the table she was wiping down, clapping alongside the employees,
The bassist chuckled, it sounded bubbly and sweet, and grabbed the mic, "Thank you, we're sunset curve," he said with a small wave before turning to the other bands members, who were immediately going on about that performance as the put away their instruments.
The lead and the second guitarist bumped their fists together with a smile, "Too bad we wasted that om a sound check," the second guitarist said, "that was the tightest we've ever played!"
The lead singer just smiled as he turned to the empty spot where the crowd would have been, "Just wait until tonight, when this place is packed with record execs," he said, his eyes lighting up at the mere thought. It was almost hard to believe and yet there they stood on the stage.
"Logan, you were smoking!" The bassist said to the drummer- Logan- who just huffed, pulling out his glasses from his shirt and sliding them back onto his face
"I oppose that, Pat, I was just warming up... In fact, you guys were the ones on fire," he said with a small smile and a faint blush on his light brown skin.
The bassist- Pat- pouted, "Aw, c'mon, lo! Can you, just this once, own up to your awesomeness? Hm?" He huffed, grabbing a few of their t-shirts and CD cases. The lead, who had been listening in, looked at Logan with a knowing smirk and an eyebrow raised.
Logan relented, biting his lip as he looked to his band members, "Fine, I was... 'Killing' it," he said, offering a small smile.
The lead smiled and went to lightly tap Logan's Shoulder, "ok, well, I'm thinking that we fuel up before the show," he took in a deep breath, "I'm thinking street dogs?" He suggested
Logan and Pat made sounds of affirmation. It had been a pretty high-energy performance, so having some hotdogs wasn't such a bad idea. At the time.
A female employee watched with a fond smile as she wiped down a table, and it seemed that she had captured the second guitarist's attention and interest
He went to walk off the stage and approach her.
"Hey Toby-" the lead saw him jump off the ledge of the stage and followed after, "Where you going?" He asked, the other two members right behind.
Toby turned to them, "I'm good," he said waving his hand dismissively and turned to the girl, smiling as he leaned against the table she was wiping.
"Vegetarian. Could never hurt an animal," he said, as if explaining. The others stood next to him, the three of them holding unimpressed and fond looks, seeming that they knew it was a lie.
"You guys are really good," she said with an impressed look on her face, a small spanish accent to her as she spoke. She had tan skin, shoulder-length voluminous curly hair, and a sleeveless sequin shirt.
"Thank you," pat chirped, resting his arm on Logan's Shoulder, to which said man didn't mind.
"I see a lot of bands," she continued, "Been in a few, myself," she smiled, "I was really feeling it,"
The lead smiled, "Well, uh, that's what we do this for," he said with a small awkward laugh before realizing something: "I- uh, I'm Virgil, by the way," he introduced then gesturing to Pat.
"Hi, I'm Patton,"
"Logan,"
"Toby,"
"Nice meeting you guys," she said with a curt nod, "I'm Rose,"
Patton seemed to perk up, "Oh! Uh-" he held out a CD, "Here's our demo," he said, sliding it over to her, then grabbing a T-shirt, "and a T-shirt, size: beautiful," he said with a grin. Logan groaned at that. Patton had the tendency to flirt as a joke and not meaning any of it.
Rose just smiled, talking the T-shirt, unfolding it and holding it up to he body, looking down at the design, before looking to the band, "Thanks," she said with a smile. She went to fold it in half and put it on her shoulder, looking to the table, "I'll make sure not to wipe tables down with this one," she said a little awkwardly.
"Oh, good decision," Logan said with a nod, "whenever they get wet, they tend to- uh, fall apart in your hands," he provided with a small smile.
Toby huffed, "Don't you guys have to get hot dogs?" He asked.
Virgil just smirked, "Yeah," he said then leaning close to Rose, "He had a hamburger for lunch," he said, cocking his head to Toby's direction before going to push himself away from the table and walk towards the exit, leaving an exasperated and disappointed Toby alone with Rose.
Virgil, Logan, and Patton grabbed their jackets before they went, shrugging them on as they went out the backstage exit.
Virgil hummed looking around, rolling on the balls of his feet "That's what I'm talking about," He said with an almost giddy shine to his eyes
"The smell of sunset boulevard?" Logan asked with a raised eyebrow, readjusting his ripped denim jacket.
Virgil rolled his eyes and lightly punched Logan's arm, "No, smartass," he said with a small laugh, "It's what that girl said back there-" he said, walking in front of the others and kicking a puddle in his adrenaline-induced happiness.
"-about out music Alright?" He turned to look to the others, making a vague gesture with his hands, "It- It's like an energy," he said, slowing down a bit and walking beside them with a hum.
"It connects us with people- they can feel us when we play," Virgil hummed, walking behind them then hooking his arms around their shoulders, "I want that with everybody tonight,"
"Well then, we'll need a lot more shirts," Patton said, looking to the two ones in his hands. Virgil could help but let out a small laugh at that, "C'mon, let's go," he said.
They walked by a line of people- the people lined up for their show. Patton noticed two girls who were excitedly talking to each other and he went to diverge from the other two.
"Ladies," he smiled, giving them the last two shirts he had on hands before going back to the other two.
The two girls seemed confused, unfurling the shirt. Their eyes lit up as they realized who gave them the shirts
"Patton, wait!" One of them shouted, "oh my God, Patton!" The other one shouted. They both jumped in excitement, "oh my God, hi! It's me!"
As they walked away, they felt a little bit of pride bloom inside. They saw just how long the line was and it blew their minds. So many people lined up to see them and hear them play. This truly was a night none of them would ever forget.
They soon found a hotdog spot in an alleyway about a street down from the orpheum. They quickly got their hotdogs and went to putting on their toppings and condiments
Logan grimaced as he looked to where the condiments were stored- the trunk of a car along with a car battery.
"Virgil, there should be better places in Hollywood than this," he huffed, going to reach for the tongs to grab his topping of choice
Virgil didn't exactly look that crazed about it Either but he shrugged, "It's the closest spot to the orpheum and we cannot- for the life of us and our future- miss this gig,"
Logan just took on a deep breath, going to take a pickle to put on his hotdog, a slice slipped through the tongs and fell on the battery's cables. Great, just great, "I can't wait to eat someplace where the condiments aren't served in the back of an Oldsmobile," he grumbled.
Virgil just huffed and leaned against the trunk, waiting for Logan. This was going to be the one and only time they're eating at this spot. After tonight, they'll eat anywhere they want.
Logan finished with assembling his hotdog and turned to the vendor who was grilling hotdogs and patties, "Excuse me, uh... I got some pickle juice on your battery cables. Sorry," he said.
"No problem, it'll help with the rust," the vendor responded, giving Logan a pat on the back and a laugh
Logan looked dumbfounded, "That can't-" the vendor only chuckled and turned back to grilling. Logan looked to Virgil, who cocked his head over to a couch.
"Ok.." Logan sighed as he shook his head, defeated.
Patton let out a small sigh and he plopped on to the couch, followed by Virgil then Logan, they all leaned against the ratty and patched-up couch that was in the "dining area" of this pop-up shop.
Virgil hummed as he looked up to the sky, a small smile appearing on his face. Tonight was the biggest night ever and he could barely believe it, "This is awesome, you guys," he said, looking to his friends. "We are playing the freaking orpheum- I can't even count how many bands have played here and then ended up being huge!" He exclaimed
Patton chuckled lightly and smiled wide while Logan tried to suppress one. Virgil let out a small laugh of disbelief, "We are going to be legends," he smiled. He looked to the hotdog in his hands and lifted it up.
"Eat up, Boys," he said, the other two lifting their dogs as well, " 'Cause after Tonight... Everything changes,"
They all brought their dogs together as if a toast and bit in. As soon as Logan bit down, he tasted something metallic and ashy, "That's an odd flavor," he mumbled. Something felt very wrong.
"I'm sure It'll be fine," Patton mumbled. There was sudden sense of dread, "street dogs haven't killed us yet," he tried to joke.
They looked to the sandwich in their hands and reluctantly took another bite.
Only a few moments later, the siren of an ambulance wailed, driving towards sunset boulevard.
I’m doing some world building for a space au, and figured I could get some fun questions to answer on here after bugging my housemates. I made a species of basically squirrel-dragons and roughly fleshed out their society. I’d love to expand on a few more details and soundboard off of anyone interested!
These are most of my written/drawn notes, and I should be capable of explaining everything here. They don’t have a set name yet, but I’m still working on language stuff. For fandom specific info: I’d be casting Toby and Remy as this species (remy as a Pygmy version because it’s hilarious). The general Au is also open for questions, but I may take a hot sec to flesh out some details.
Third order up for the Sleepy Bean Fanfic Café run over at @tsspromptmonth! This is for @greymillieattheball who wanted some sort of fic starring Toby, Emile and Remy. Please enjoy!
Summary: Remy comes home after a shopping trip to find… a fluffy surprise.
Content Warnings: swearing, friendly bickering
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Remy pushed open the door to his shared apartment with his shoulder, since both his hands were full. In the left he had a few shopping bags and in the right his Starbucks cup filled with latte macchiato.
“’Sup, bitches! I’m home!” he announced loudly as soon as the door had fallen shut behind him.
“Welcome back!” Emile called back from the living room, so after Remy let his keys fall into the dish they had set by the door for that specific purpose, he made his way there.
“I got a sweet deal on— the fuck is that?!”
In the place where their armchair usually stood was a giant fuzzy… thing. It was about four feet tall, white and furry. Emile was sitting on (in?) it, smiling sheepishly up at him. Toby sat on the couch, looking unbothered as he scrolled through his phone.
“It’s an Appa plush! That’s also a kind of beanbag? It’s super warm and comfy and you can pull the arms to make it hug you, look!” Emile explained, excitedly. He showed off how the six arms all moved and stayed wrapped around him. “Isn’t that so cool? And it’s heavy too, so it can be used as a weighted blanket! I can put his head on mine!”
“That’s amazing, babes,” Remy said, not even trying to hide that he’s lying, “but why is it in our living room?”
“Oh!” Emile’s face turned a bit red. “It didn’t fit in mine anymore…”
Remy sighed and massaged his forehead. His shopping bags had landed on the floor the moment he’d seen that monstrosity. Thankfully there wasn’t anything fragile in them.
“Gurl, why did you buy it then? I don’t mind your nerd stuff in small doses, but this is too much, hun.”
“Like your starbucks consumption is too much?” Toby finally chimed in. “I swear half our trash is just coffee cups.”
“Excuse you, Mr. Halloween-all-year-round! Just because you were born on Halloween and named after the month doesn’t mean you have to make it your personality.”
“Now, now, don’t fight!” Emile placated. “Appa’s only here until Monday, Remy. I’m taking him to the office! Hopefully he can make some of my clients feel more comfortable.”
Remy raised an eyebrow.
“By sitting on the floor?”
“They’re not on the floor! Look, it’s his tail! And it’s padded, so really comfortable. Wanna try?” Emile stood to show him and waved him over.
“Nah, gurl. Def not happening. I’m not getting all that fuzz over my new jacket.”
“That’s new? Looks just like the old one,” Toby snorted.
“Just because you don’t have an eye for style, you giant goth—”
“Would both of you stop picking fights with each other!” Emile groaned. “How about I make us all some tea and we watch a movie together. Civilly.”
“Fine,” both his roommates grumbled.
“I’m gonna put my stuff away. You just pick whatever, Tobes.”
“Sure.”
When Emile and Remy got back to the living room a few minutes later, the menu of their Nightmare before Christmas DVD greeted them.
“Why would I expect anything else?” Remy muttered. They had watched this movie about a trillion times together but oh well. He couldn’t deny it was fun to sing along together.
