Hey everyone! I'm Angel, welcome to my Sanders Sides Sideblog! My main is @book-of-Charlie. I just love all the arts, and am actually an artist myself! Asks and Submissions are open, feel free to drop by to even just have a chat! I am more than willing to just fan(insert gender here) with you! Speaking of gender, I am a demifluid enby, so they/them pronouns please! Also I am very pansexual, so... yeah I got the LGBTQ+ thing covered. Oh, and I have a masterpost, so if you want to see that, just search masterpost and it's all organized by type of thing and ship! please note: I will not write Remus/Roman. Brothers, yes obviously, but I will not write them romantically ever (unless you want to pay off my college debt for me, then we can talk). Please respect this. If you like what I do, please consider donating to my Ko-fi! Thank you very much!
Feat. a romantic roman, a giggly patton, a highly amused virgil, an extremely pleased with himself logan, a laughing janus, and an octopus remus
DRLAMP is the ship, no r*mr*m
Enjoy!
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The day was cool and sunny, the perfect fall weather. Every Side of Thomas Sanders was enjoying their date thus far, having taken a walk along a lovely forest path that had taken a turn into a large lake.
Patton laughed and ran off the path down to the sand, kneeling down by the shore to look for tiny seashells. The other sides smiled fondly, Remus joining him to see if there were any weirdly shaped ones. Virgil was holding hands with Roman as they walked along the shore, Janus and Logan heading along the shore in the other direction.
“Well, my love, what do you think?” Roman asked as they walked. Virgil smiled, looking around at the red, orange, and yellow leaves, with purple shadows deep into the forest. These colors were contrasted by the green grass, the golden white of the sandy shore, and the blue of the lake that matched the sky.
“I think that you did a wonderful job creating this place, Roman. I do, however, assume that Remus made sure the lake was deep enough for more of his pet octopi.” Roman giggled at that and nodded.
“Yes, he insists that I never get the depth quite right, and I’ve stopped arguing at this point. I did the lake first, however, so that the rest of this was all me.” Roman blushed gently, glad as he looked around that he could see his loves and his brother enjoying themselves.
Virgil grinned brightly as he kissed Roman’s cheek gently, making the Prince flush even further. After that, they continued walking, finding a small stone path that led to a gazebo in the center of the lake. Logan and Janus met them at the entrance, having taken the slightly shorter path around the lake.
Janus and Roman bowed Logan and Virgil through the entrance, dramatic as ever. Virgil held his arm out to Logan, who giggled slightly as he took it. A little stereotypical, perhaps, but this was the imagination, and they were allowed any silly little romantic tropes their hearts desired.
Patton and Remus stopped playing in the lake long enough to enjoy the show of Roman and Janus arguing over who would go through the gazebo entrance first.
“After you, my love.” Roman insisted gently, bowing.
“Darling, I must insist you go ahead of me.” Janus bowed even deeper.
Patton and Remus giggled as they skipped through, Remus grabbing Janus and Patton dragging Roman. Both were dragged inside, to the delight of all.
Roman stuck his tongue out at Janus. “Technically, I win, because Patton grabbed me after Remus grabbed you.”
Janus straightened his outfit, stalking up to Roman, and kissed him... before pushing him into the lake. However, Roman grabbed the snake-like side and took Janus with him, getting him all wet too.
Virgil, Logan, Patton, and Remus laughed at the two. Then, some of Remus’ octopi bobbed to the surface, latching onto the two sides.
“Hey, Squishy.” Roman laughed as a red octopus - the red octopus Roman had given Remus when they were both still kids - greeted him gently. Squishy waved at the side who had created him before Remus jumped into the lake. Remus swam up to Roman, who handed the green side Squishy gently. Squishy latched onto Remus, waving goodbye at Roman, who waved goodbye back, and went to help Janus where all the other octopi were stuck in his hair.
“I love Remus, but I swear, if one more tentacle feels up my-” “Hey, Janus, need some help with that?” Roman laughed.
“No.” Janus pouted, pointing at the sucker marks along his human arm. Roman kissed Janus gently, before tickling the octopi so that they left Janus’ skin (rather similar to the Pentapus in Avatar the Last Airbender, both noticed).
The red and yellow sides heard a small chuckle from above them, and looked up to see their Virgil lounging on the side of the gazebo. “Hey.” He nodded at them, smiling.
Neither of them will admit how they blushed, thinking only of how unfair it was that Virgil could look so hot doing that.
Before they could say anything, however, Patton ran over and pushed Virgil into the lake with Roman and Janus, surprising everyone. Virgil just laughed, though, as he came up for air, making Roman swim over to him to attack him with kisses for being too cute. Janus wasn’t far behind, and soon all three were swimming closely together in the water, enjoying their time together.
“Patton... would you take a swim with me?” Logan asked, holding his hand out to the more emotional side. Patton nodded excitedly, quickly pushing Remus in before taking Logan’s hand and jumping in with him. Remus quickly engaged the glasses gays in a splash war, which Logan won (to no one’s surprise and Remus’ profound disappointment in yet another splash war defeat).
Remus’ octopi swam to him, making him laugh as he swam to annoy Virgil. Virgil pet the little octopi, giving Remus time to grab him, throw him in the air, and dunk him like a child. Virgil came up for air laughing, gently kissing Remus before splashing him with water, gently enough to be nice to the octopi. Remus grinned and splashed back, not noticing that the octopi swam away until Roman dunked Remus under the water. Patton and Logan swam over to splash Roman, and once again, it was an all out splash war that Logan won.
Soon after, they swam lazily to the shore, getting out of the lake and letting the sun (and a bit of magic) dry their clothes. They sat and ate their picnic that Roman, Remus, and Patton had conjured up (Patton making sure everyone got second cookies, of course), lazily letting the afternoon wash over them. Roman eventually sat next to Logan, playing with his hair, making the logical side smile. Patton moved to lean against Roman, with Janus curling in between them as much as he could for some extra body heat. Virgil laughed and sat next to Patton so that he could box Janus in, thus giving him some extra warmth. Remus sat between Virgil and Logan, taking Logan’s hand and leaning against Virgil with a happy sigh.
All the sides felt content, and warm, and loved, and knew that everything would be okay - especially since they had each other.
The evening was cool and getting slightly darker, as the sides began to leave the imagination. And when they got home, they each hugged and held the others, kissing their partners gently, with all the attention and love and care in the world.
They had each other; they were loved; and all was well as they gently ended their wonderful day that they had spent in the best way of all; together.
Besides that, time for me to project onto Logan, because feelings.
Enjoy!
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Logan Sanders sat down on his bed, pulling his laptop to him.
He was crying. It went unnoticed as he began typing into a blank word document.
First, as all statistical reports should have, a title. Logan decided to call his report “the Percentage of Times Logan Sanders is Needed, Useful, or Wanted.”
Simple and to the point. He nodded once, blinking back more tears. It didn’t work.
Next, a list of situations he finds himself in with the sides. But before that, a quick note.
*All percentages are approximate. Writer is emotional at the time of writing, and may therefore be unknowingly skewing the numbers to be higher than they actually are in order to make himself feel better.
1. When one of the other sides is having a bad day:
- Percent of Time Needed: 25%
- Percent of Time Useful: 10%
- Percent of Time Wanted: unknown
2. When talking to the other sides and all is normal:
- Percent of Time Needed: 18%
- Percent of Time Useful: 15%
- Percent of Time Wanted: unknown, likely 3% based on the other’s actions
3. When having family bonding time, such as playing a game or watching a movie:
- Percent of Time Needed: 3%
- Percent of Time Useful: 1%
- Percent of Time Wanted: unknown, based on behavior, likely 0.25%
Logan wanted to make sure that he had accounted for all factors when coming to his final conclusions, and thusly, made a list of relevant facts next. He wrote this as if to himself, calling himself you, abandoning all pretense of this being a mere report or experiment.
List of Relevant Facts:
1. Patton or Janus check in with you to see if you need anything on occassion, and at least once a week Virgil checks in.
2. Remus says he loves you when you leave the room sometimes.
3. Janus and Roman show you the theatrics they do together.
4. No one intentionally outright ignores you unless scripted for one of the Sanders Sides videos
5. Some of the lack of usefulness may come from the fact that you are too busy to often be around them, meaning you may not have had sufficient bonding time.
6. They do sometimes ask if you have anything to contribute
7. They still call for you when they seem to need or want you
8. They haven’t intentionally left you out of anything as far as you are aware
9. They say they care about you and there’s no real reason for you to not believe them
10. They never seek you out specifically
11. They do share their special interests with you
12. They do say they love/care about you sometimes
13. They never listen to you, or at least, it feels like they never do
14. You had to essentially be angry and scare them into listening to you
15. And when they heard you, your ideas and thoughts were never good enough, never the right thing
16. People often say they want other people around when they don’t
17. They could be lying, although there is no clear reason for them to be
^Upon further review, not wanting you around is reason enough.
18. You have always felt left out of the group
19. They have connections, friendships, and know each other in so many ways you don’t - they can share, can be happy, can have emotions. You feel like you can’t truly be yourself with them, though they can be thenselves with you.
20. You have not given them a reason for them to want you around
21. You are always on the edge of the group and they never actively include you, leaving you to awkwardly force your way into being with them
22. You love them with everything you have
23. They say they love you
24. They have yet to prove it.
After looking at his list and his percentages, Logan began to type out the last bit; his conclusion. He had no more tears to spend by now, and was able to finish quickly.
Overall Conclusion:
Percent of Time Needed: 30%
Percent of Time Useful: 10%
Percent of Time Wanted: 1% or less
Logan saved the document and printed out 5 copies. He signed each one himself, before putting them all into envelopes marked with the other’s names.
All he could do now was wait, and see what the reactions would be.
Could he face them, after “laying plain his heart,” as Roman would say? Could he listen to their protests, insisting that they want him, only for them to never make any real change?
Could he face the likelihood that they would be mad at themselves, and that he would inevitably hurt them - something he never wished to do - for the most miniscule of chances that he may someday feel better?
Could he give these letters, these reports, to them? Logan sighed, stepping out the door. He knew he had to give it a try. He couldn’t stand by, wondering if they wanted him anymore. He had to know.
Do they love him? Or could they live without him?
Logan finally had to know, so he put each letter under the respective side’s bedroom doors, and walked back to his own.
He would wait and see if they came to him. He had to know.
Do any of the others care for him at all? Or is he just the last puzzle piece, useless except for making a falsely painted pretty picture?
As the sounds of sobbing reached him, Logan realized they were his own tears. Then, his door burst open.
Warnings: talk of death, existential crisis, anxiety, depression, fear of the unknown, covid-19 pandemic and quarantine
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“Pat?” The voice sounded so small it made Patton’s heart break.
“Virgil, kiddo! Are you okay?” Patton asked, turning from baking some cookies to face the anxious side. Virgil did not look okay, and he wasn’t acting like it either. His eyeshadow was running down his face like he was crying, or at the very least had been not too long ago. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, but Virgil didn’t even seem to notice.
“N-no. I feel short of air, but if I take more breaths, it just feels like it more. I got water, and some crackers, because I kept feeling light, but I don’t know what’s going on!” Virgil was definitely crying, and Patton rushed to get a brown paper bag.
“Okay, kiddo, try breathing into the paper bag. It sounds like you are hyperventilating, so breathing into something will help.” Patton gave Virgil the paper bag, before hugging him and rubbing his back oh so gently. Patton didn;t want to leave Virgil, but knew he had to get V somewhere more comfortable. First, he started to move to turn off the appliances, but before he could, Roman came in.
“Ro, I need to help Virgil, can you turn off the oven, put the batter in the kitchen, and gather everyone up? We need to go to Thomas.” Patton knew that when Virgil was having a panic attack this bad, it meant that Thomas was having the same one too. Pat had a feeling he knew why, too, and hoped he could help his kiddos feel better.
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Thomas sensed his sides rising up. Oh no, he knew he was in the middle of a panic attack, which must mean it affected Virgil too. The two of them had matching brown paper bags in their hands, and Patton moved Virgil to the couch next to Thomas.
“You are both doing so good, keep breathing slowly into the bags for me, okay?” Thomas and Virgil nodded, following Patton’s instructions. Patton kept them focused on him, so focused that the three of them didn’t notice the rest of the sides rising up at first.
Logan moved swiftly to Thomas’ side, as did Roman. Logan gently tapped out a rhythm on Thomas’ arm for Thomas to breathe to. Roman ran his hands through Thomas’ hair, soothingly gentle. They looked over to where Janus and Remus were doing something similar for Virgil, grateful that they could be there to help the people they loved.
Soon enough, with Patton’s gentle coaching, Logan’s and Janus’ rhythm, and Roman’s and Remus’ gentle affection, Thomas and Virgil began to come back. Their breaths came easier, though both where awfully aware of the breathing. Thomas reached out to Virgil with his hand, and Virgil took it.
“V, was that from you or Thomas?” Janus asked gently. Virgil shrugged. Thomas answered.
“I think that it was both, my thoughts led to Virgil being aware of them, and he began to feel anxiety, but I couldn’t stop thinking and it just kept spiraling.” Thomas could feel the tears streaming down his face. He and his sides knew the thoughts he was talking about all to well.
Quarantine hadn’t been kind to him, and by extension, his sides. The constant fear of one of him, his family, or his friends coming down with Covid? The uncertainty of when life would return to normal, and if there would be a normal after this. But it all came down to Thomas’ fear. The fear of him, his family, and/or his friends dying. No one knows what happens when humans die, and Thomas was so, so afraid of disappearing. Virgil would probably name it as his greatest fear. It’s not that Thomas wants to be remembered, or even cares what kind of afterlife there is, so long as there is one. Thomas was just so, so afraid that he would disappear, and that launched him into one of his worst panic attacks to date. And it’s not like anyone who wasn’t in the house could come over. How could he ask one of his friends to come visit, when that could lead to exposure, and death?
It scared the fuck out of Thomas, and Virgil, and the rest of the sides too. It was something they hadn’t really thought about before quarantine, but the high number of deaths, how could so many people just suddenly not exist? It doesn’t make sense, but there’s still the fear that that may be what happens. They all knew that this was the cause of the panic attacks, but none knew how to help.
Roman knew that there was no way to fix this question, to make it so Thomas didn’t have to worry. But still, he knew he had to try.
“Thomas, think of it like this. No one remembers when they were babies, right?” Thomas nodded at Roman, confused.
“Well, then, we don’t know if we existed before this life, or what or where we came from. And personally, I don’t think that electrical impulses of nerves can cause the kind of consciousness humans experience. I think we have a separate consciousness, call it a soul if you will, but I think we have them. And that soul has to come from somewhere, right?” Thomas and the other sides nodded, starting to get where Roman was going with this.
“So it would make sense if we would go somewhere else, or maybe even stay here, right? I think there is a capital S Something out there, Something that happens. I don’t think humans just disappear. We alive remember, and tell stories, and know that there were people before us. We know that there were souls before us, and it makes sense that those souls have to be somewhere. I just... I don’t want to disappear, either. But I think, with as many wonderful people as have been and will be and are alive, I think, I believe, that we will be okay. Thomas, we came from somewhere. And I think that there is a place for us, somewhere else.” Roman rambled a little, but to Thomas, it helped.
There are so many people who exist. It doesn’t make sense for them to stop existing. So no matter the religion that was “right”, or if none of them were, Thomas knew he had to hold on to hope. He hopes every day that he and his sides, his friends, his family won’t disappear.
The sides cuddled up to Thomas, who put on Avatar: the Last Airbender. They fell asleep, tangled together, hoping against hope that they and the ones they love will be okay. They hope that Covid will be defeated, and that someday, they will be free to hang out with their friends and family again. They hope the fear will go away, and hope that no matter what happens, that they will be okay.
No one knows what happens in death, and we all know that someday we will have to find out. It’s scary as fuck, but until then, we can hope. We can hold onto the fact that, after everything life throws, we can hope that we will be okay. As Logan once said, if we were okay in the past, it is not impossible to think that we will be okay in the future. We have to have hope that we will be okay.
So I borrowed a bunch of these fictional kisses from this post and made it up into a prompt list. Feel free to reblog of course!
breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouths
moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed
kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s
throwing their arms around the other person, holding them close while they kiss
hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp
lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up
routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing
being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward
one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other
staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in
when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more
a hoarse whisper “kiss me”
following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck
starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion
a gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss
when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead
height difference kisses where one person has to bend do wn and the other is on their tippy toes
kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap
kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
With the new episode, like many of us, I’ve started craving fanfic. And it’s been long enough, and my memory is bad enough, that basically the only writers i remember are Randomslasher and Altruistic-Skittles.
I know I’m not alone, and I know a lot of content creators have a hard time getting recognition and stuff, so i think this might be a good medium.
So basically, just, reblog this with tags, and if youre a writer yourself, just reblog with a comment. Something identifying you as a writer. Because i AM going to ask that if your yourself dont write fic, or arent tagging someone, to please keep comments and things in the tags. Unless, of course, something needs to be brought to my attention. Also, i AM counting comics among fanfic, because, while not the same thing, they are very similar at their core.
I know, realistically, that this probably isnt going to go that well, but if nothing else, i do think that its a good idea.
So, please, identify as many writers as possible. If you only know one or two off the top of your head? Perfectly fine. If you can’t think of any? Perfectly fine. Just reblog as much as you can, and lets get our creators some traffic!
Ill start off by tagging the ones i mentioned
@random-snippets @altruistic-skittles
(Ps, in case it wasnt clear enough, this is specifically for the Thomas Sanders Sanders Sides fandom)
(Also, i tagged random-snippets instead of randomslasher because snippets is where LJ posts their writing)
Thank you and everyone else that has tagged me in this post. My master fic post is located here and you can also check out my tag “kat writes”
Some others for your consideration
@popsicletheduck and their brilliant fics with vivid descriptions and wonderful characterization
@theeternalspace has a boatload of fics that are sure to break your heart and then it mend it back together
@stillebesat has fics that are really emotion-driven and the premises are so big brained, I love them
@lefaystrent is currently taking a break, but her fics?? Absolute goldmine
@justanotherpurplebutterfly has a ton of cute & angsty fics!
@delimeful has probably been recommended already but his fics are definitely my favorite go-to read before bed
@today-only-happens-once was one of the first blogs I followed in the fandom and I still don’t regret it for the fantastic fics and Grae’s wonderful personality
I’m not too active here on Tumblr, but I’m trying to get my ongoing stories and one-shots here on my second account @dahlia-writes. If you’d like to write all the stuff I’ve written here’s my AO3 under the same name as this one.
Go give some love to @lilfellasblog, @a-valorous-choice, @whatwashernameagain, @beautiful-doom, PaigePenn(pretty sure they have a Tumblr, but I couldn’t remember their @, so I linked their AO3), @sign-from-god-complex, @dr-gloom, @greenninjagal-blog, @pattonpending, @residentanchor, @rosesisupposes, @teacupfulofstarshine!!
I do apologise for tagging so many… pretty sure you know a lot of them already. I just really enjoy what they write and make (as well as many other creators that have been mentioned before) and would like them to know they’re doing an amazing job!!
And OP, thank you for giving us small and not too well-known creators a voice as well. Seeing this made my day!!
Hey! thanks @dahliadragonheart for tagging me (and the couple others), sorry I’m a bit late, I wasn’t around my laptop for a day! I’m a writer, though I dabble in a bit of doodles here and there!
I have a master list right here that has all my works on tumblr, with appropriate links to ao3 as well! And if you end up liking my writing or want to notified when I update a specific story, just reblog the post asking to be added to my tag list and I can! :DD
definitely check out @jungle321jungle, @figurative-siren-song and @stars-and-rose for come good quality content!
You should check out @glorifiedpigeon ! Her tag for writing is #glorifiedpigeonwrites, and there’s some lovely art there. I think her AO3 (Me_aGlorifiedPigeon) is slightly more active with some freakin amazing aus such as All Under One Roof, Incredible Cosmic Power, and The Curious Case of Angelica Darke!
I write, but you really should check out @teacupfulofstarshine @residentanchor @impatentpending @notveryglittery and a bunch of other people I forgot to tag ahh
hey there, I’m a Sanders Sides fic writer! you’ll def wanna check out the above people, but also include @madly-handsome, @not-so-innocent-bi-sander, @karaidemon, @asofterfan, and @tinysidestrashcaptain! All of these guys’s fics are amazing as hell!
Roman Sanders took the stage, and started singing to an audience of none.
I can hear you, But I won’t.
Some look for trouble,
The spotlight on Roman turned to his brother, at the back of the theate.
While others don’t.
While Roman continued singing, Remus began moving through the empty theater towards the stage - towards his brother.
There’s a thousand reasons I should go about my day,’
And ignore your whispers, which I wish would go away, oh
Woah
Remus reached the stage, cimbing up swiftly to join Roman, who raised an eyebrow. Remus’ cue to sing the next verse.
You’re not a voice; you’re just a ringing in my ear,
And if I heard you - which I Don’t - I’m spoken for, I fear.
Roman joined in with his brother.
Everyone I’ve ever loved is here, within these walls.
I’m sorry, Secret Siren, but I’m blocking out your calls;
I’ve had my adventure, I don’t need something new
I’m afraid of what I’m risking if I follow you
Into the Unknown
The two creativities were really getting into the song now, belting out the lyrics even though there was no one else there, or so they thought.
Into the Unknown
Roman and Remus hadn’t noticed, but there was someone peaking through the door of the theater, silently slipping in to watch the secret performance, entranced by the singing he had heard from down the hall.
No one had yet noticed the slight yellow glow in the room that was, admittedly, overpowered by red and green.
Into the Unknown
Woah
A purple glow entered next, having been looking for a certain side but, as it turned out, not wanting to interrupt him. He stayed and watched too, though the purple and yellow were still both overpowered by the red and the green colors in the room.
What do you want?
Roman asked at Remus.
Cause you’ve been keeping me awake.
Are you here to distract me, so I make a big mistake?
Remus took Roman’s hands, singing the next line quietly yet earnestly.
Or are you someone out there, who’s a little bit like me?
Who knows deep down, I’m not where I’m meant to be?
Roman nodded softly, as they both began singing together.
Neither had noticed the two blue glows that had also entered the room, making the other four colors stronger, at least, at first.
As Roman and Remus began singing together, the red and the green grew stronger again still, letting their feelings out and into the world for all to hear.
Every day’s a little harder, as I feel our powers grow,
Don’t you know there’s part of me that longs to go
Into the Unknown
Into the Unknown
Into the Unknown
Woah
At this, both sang louder, better, more in tune with each other than they had when they were one person.
Are you out there, do you know me,
Can you feel me, can you show me?
They whirled around, not becoming one, but feeling more like themselves than they had since they were first split.
Woah, woah, woah
They each spun to an opposite side of the stage before running at each other, and embracing the other.
Where are you going, don’t leave me alone!
How do I follow you Into the Unknown?
Remus gave a little whoop at the end, just like Brendon Urie, ending the hug he had been trading with Roman.
They hugged again, but it was a shorter hug this time, as they heard the clapping. Both creativities blushed as they realized that they were not as alone as they had first thought.
“That was beautiful, you two!” Patton clapped enthusiastically while squealing.
Logan smiled. “It was acoustically pleasing, and the visuals weren’t half bad either.”
Janus smirked. “It totally wasn’t an excellent performance, that is for sure.”
Virgil gave a soft smile at the brothers, “You might be anxious now, but up there? You two belonged. It was, well, beautiful.” He blushed slightly, but cleared it away.
Remus and Roman glanced at each other before bowing to the other sides, before thanking them.
Maybe, just maybe, they would have to perform with each other more often. After all, each show was an unknown to those who had not yet performed it. And who better to do it with, when they had each other?
“I had fun, Ro.” Remus smiled as the other sides drifted back to whatever they had been doing, leaving the brothers alone.
“So did I. I… I missed performing with you, Remus. It’s just not the same alone.” Remus nodded, knowing exactly what Roman meant as they both wiped small tears from their eyes.
“Well, we are a Family, now. Maybe we can do something like this more often.” Remus spoke, hope shining in his eyes. His hope only grew as Roman nodded excitedly, his own hope matching Remus’.
“For now, though, we need one of Patton’s spaghetti dinners.” Roman laughed as Remus’ stomach growled. Remus groaned.
“That sounds really good, actually.” They bickered lightly, laughing all the way to the dining room, just as brothers do, having just given an amazing performance.
Roman Sanders took the stage, and started singing to an audience of none.
I can hear you, But I won’t.
Some look for trouble,
The spotlight on Roman turned to his brother, at the back of the theate.
While others don’t.
While Roman continued singing, Remus began moving through the empty theater towards the stage - towards his brother.
There’s a thousand reasons I should go about my day,’
And ignore your whispers, which I wish would go away, oh
Woah
Remus reached the stage, cimbing up swiftly to join Roman, who raised an eyebrow. Remus’ cue to sing the next verse.
You’re not a voice; you’re just a ringing in my ear,
And if I heard you - which I Don’t - I’m spoken for, I fear.
Roman joined in with his brother.
Everyone I’ve ever loved is here, within these walls.
I’m sorry, Secret Siren, but I’m blocking out your calls;
I’ve had my adventure, I don’t need something new
I’m afraid of what I’m risking if I follow you
Into the Unknown
The two creativities were really getting into the song now, belting out the lyrics even though there was no one else there, or so they thought.
Into the Unknown
Roman and Remus hadn’t noticed, but there was someone peaking through the door of the theater, silently slipping in to watch the secret performance, entranced by the singing he had heard from down the hall.
No one had yet noticed the slight yellow glow in the room that was, admittedly, overpowered by red and green.
Into the Unknown
Woah
A purple glow entered next, having been looking for a certain side but, as it turned out, not wanting to interrupt him. He stayed and watched too, though the purple and yellow were still both overpowered by the red and the green colors in the room.
What do you want?
Roman asked at Remus.
Cause you’ve been keeping me awake.
Are you here to distract me, so I make a big mistake?
Remus took Roman’s hands, singing the next line quietly yet earnestly.
Or are you someone out there, who’s a little bit like me?
Who knows deep down, I’m not where I’m meant to be?
Roman nodded softly, as they both began singing together.
Neither had noticed the two blue glows that had also entered the room, making the other four colors stronger, at least, at first.
As Roman and Remus began singing together, the red and the green grew stronger again still, letting their feelings out and into the world for all to hear.
Every day’s a little harder, as I feel our powers grow,
Don’t you know there’s part of me that longs to go
Into the Unknown
Into the Unknown
Into the Unknown
Woah
At this, both sang louder, better, more in tune with each other than they had when they were one person.
Are you out there, do you know me,
Can you feel me, can you show me?
They whirled around, not becoming one, but feeling more like themselves than they had since they were first split.
Woah, woah, woah
They each spun to an opposite side of the stage before running at each other, and embracing the other.
Where are you going, don’t leave me alone!
How do I follow you Into the Unknown?
Remus gave a little whoop at the end, just like Brendon Urie, ending the hug he had been trading with Roman.
They hugged again, but it was a shorter hug this time, as they heard the clapping. Both creativities blushed as they realized that they were not as alone as they had first thought.
“That was beautiful, you two!” Patton clapped enthusiastically while squealing.
Logan smiled. “It was acoustically pleasing, and the visuals weren’t half bad either.”
Janus smirked. “It totally wasn’t an excellent performance, that is for sure.”
Virgil gave a soft smile at the brothers, “You might be anxious now, but up there? You two belonged. It was, well, beautiful.” He blushed slightly, but cleared it away.
Remus and Roman glanced at each other before bowing to the other sides, before thanking them.
Maybe, just maybe, they would have to perform with each other more often. After all, each show was an unknown to those who had not yet performed it. And who better to do it with, when they had each other?
“I had fun, Ro.” Remus smiled as the other sides drifted back to whatever they had been doing, leaving the brothers alone.
“So did I. I… I missed performing with you, Remus. It’s just not the same alone.” Remus nodded, knowing exactly what Roman meant as they both wiped small tears from their eyes.
“Well, we are a Family, now. Maybe we can do something like this more often.” Remus spoke, hope shining in his eyes. His hope only grew as Roman nodded excitedly, his own hope matching Remus’.
“For now, though, we need one of Patton’s spaghetti dinners.” Roman laughed as Remus’ stomach growled. Remus groaned.
“That sounds really good, actually.” They bickered lightly, laughing all the way to the dining room, just as brothers do, having just given an amazing performance.
So, I’m back. I was really busy and had no motivation to write most of last year, especially in the latter half. But I have some motivation to write now!
After the angst of my last posting, I would like to write some fluff, but my current WIP is some nice Creativitwins hurt/comfort. So this Is me, asking for some nice fluffy prompts.
I am open to any ship besides Rem/Rom, and will gladly do platonic too!
They encourage their friends and are still around. But does anyone even notice?
Remy feels like they’re slipping away. Like everything they love and hold dear will disappear overnight.
That, or they will have.
They don’t know what to feel. They’re lost. The stress of trying to stay alive is making it hard to eat sometimes. Their blood sugar crashes more and more often,
They’re not okay. They know they’re not.
But maybe, they whisper to themselves, one more day of living and they can be. They can be normal, have friends, not hate themselves someday, right?
Right, guys?
Hello, anyone?
Remy knows they’re alone. They know that no one is around, and that really, these are late night thoughts, and all of their friends should and would be in bed by know.
But it doesn’t stop the lonliness. Nothing can stop the fact that their family doesn’t use the right pronouns, because they can’t ask them to. But it still hurts.
Their friends ignoring them still hurts.
All the work they have to do still hurts.
But they don’t have it as bad as other people. Some people, including their friends, have it much worse.
Remy wants to sleep some more but can’t. They make some soothing tea in the mug that their boyfriend got them, and smile softly, but only for a moment.
They still can’t sleep. They don’t know if they ever will.
They know people care. They know that they’re not alone.
But at 12:33 am on a Tuesday night, that doesn’t really matter, does it? They’re still lonely, and possibly lonlier than they can remember feeling in a long, long time.
It’s the lonliness that kills their spirit inside.
They encourage their friends and are still around. But does anyone even notice?
Remy feels like they’re slipping away. Like everything they love and hold dear will disappear overnight.
That, or they will have.
They don’t know what to feel. They’re lost. The stress of trying to stay alive is making it hard to eat sometimes. Their blood sugar crashes more and more often,
They’re not okay. They know they’re not.
But maybe, they whisper to themselves, one more day of living and they can be. They can be normal, have friends, not hate themselves someday, right?
Right, guys?
Hello, anyone?
Remy knows they’re alone. They know that no one is around, and that really, these are late night thoughts, and all of their friends should and would be in bed by know.
But it doesn’t stop the lonliness. Nothing can stop the fact that their family doesn’t use the right pronouns, because they can’t ask them to. But it still hurts.
Their friends ignoring them still hurts.
All the work they have to do still hurts.
But they don’t have it as bad as other people. Some people, including their friends, have it much worse.
Remy wants to sleep some more but can’t. They make some soothing tea in the mug that their boyfriend got them, and smile softly, but only for a moment.
They still can’t sleep. They don’t know if they ever will.
They know people care. They know that they’re not alone.
But at 12:33 am on a Tuesday night, that doesn’t really matter, does it? They’re still lonely, and possibly lonlier than they can remember feeling in a long, long time.
It’s the lonliness that kills their spirit inside.
They encourage their friends and are still around. But does anyone even notice?
Remy feels like they’re slipping away. Like everything they love and hold dear will disappear overnight.
That, or they will have.
They don’t know what to feel. They’re lost. The stress of trying to stay alive is making it hard to eat sometimes. Their blood sugar crashes more and more often,
They’re not okay. They know they’re not.
But maybe, they whisper to themselves, one more day of living and they can be. They can be normal, have friends, not hate themselves someday, right?
Right, guys?
Hello, anyone?
Remy knows they’re alone. They know that no one is around, and that really, these are late night thoughts, and all of their friends should and would be in bed by know.
But it doesn’t stop the lonliness. Nothing can stop the fact that their family doesn’t use the right pronouns, because they can’t ask them to. But it still hurts.
Their friends ignoring them still hurts.
All the work they have to do still hurts.
But they don’t have it as bad as other people. Some people, including their friends, have it much worse.
Remy wants to sleep some more but can’t. They make some soothing tea in the mug that their boyfriend got them, and smile softly, but only for a moment.
They still can’t sleep. They don’t know if they ever will.
They know people care. They know that they’re not alone.
But at 12:33 am on a Tuesday night, that doesn’t really matter, does it? They’re still lonely, and possibly lonlier than they can remember feeling in a long, long time.
It’s the lonliness that kills their spirit inside.
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