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Imma b real with you; my long hyperfixation on sanders sides has kind of halted and its been a long time coming. Im currently super fixated on a new thing: my ocs! (Feel free to send asks to my main @roanoaks haha)
Personally, if thomas drops a new video, I may return. But in honesty the way thomas runs the content is really bothering me. I don't mean to be overly critical and i understand he has a life but given that its been two years and all we've gotten are false promises, i am not quick to be sympathetic.
I am not a patreon or a membership supporter but I do find it very upsetting that he has people paying him to make content and he hasn't done it in two years. He also promised more lighthearted, not plot relevant content with the asides to be more frequent and did not deliver on that, either.
Theres also a very big mentality in the fandom that centers around babying thomas and his characters and it irks me. I understand Thomas is a human being and needs breaks. However if you are willing to have people pay you in support for something. You should be doing it. Furthermore, the idea that he doesn't need to make sasi content baffles me. Not bc cc are obligated to make the content we enjoy, no its because he literally got paid by his fans on two different platforms with the promise of more sasi content.
If it was just a fun vlog series with like, merch or something that'd be different but there are a number fans that have paid money for the continued production and we've gotten nothing. Of course thomas needs breaks. But hes not a child. He should at the very least be able to communicate whats going on. Its not just a month of a content drought or something, its literally been two years with false promises.
Do not forget the sympathetic!deceit tag was created specifically as a warning because so many people couldn't fathom or stomach the idea that he wasn't inherently bad
This blog is like water in the desert, really grateful to have stumbled on it, your content is great and I really needed that today
Mod romorgan: thanks! I'm glad u like it ^-^ ive been inactive for a hot sec and truth b told i havent watched the past two videos but im still havin fun with u!patton
Patton making Virgil "face his fears" by making him go through situations that trigger him in the name of helping him overcome them (when in reality it just degrades Virgil's mentsl health even more)
Warnings: kidnapping, second person, abusers perspective, abuse, toxic relationships
Ship: Patton/Janus/Virgil
This is pbb going to end up becoming a series where i make unsympathetic ships of all the characters in the same universe. Have the way Virgil meets Patton and Janus.
Call it pretty when he falls asleep on your lap and the day feels a little less cold. Call it pretty when you see his face relaxed and visitting dreams undisturbed by the pretense of a mortal coil. Call it pretty when he shifts just a little, whispers your name in his sleep.
To be pretty meant you had to be special; a part of the heart. He's definitely a part of yours. Hes nestled there among the memories of blood splattered windows a screaming mother. Perhaps it was cruel to compare your love to the murder of a family. Perhaps it was cruel to love at all when you saw what your love could do.
Was it love when you shot your father with the gun he toted around, always bragging of his ability to fix the issue with a bullet and a resolve? Was it love when you met Virgil and told Janus that Virgil meant more to you then the snake ever could? Was it love when Janus agreed? Of course it was. You were good at that, loving, there was nothing you could do better.
You and Janus weren't really in love so much as you were business partners. The tendancy to love the same things, to hold the same things with care. Janus wasn't exactly pretty if you were being honest; in fact he was kinda hard to look at. He called it pretty when Virgil came to him in tears about you. "He keeps telling me I'm going crazy, I'm not!"
"But you are," Janus had responded easily. They called it pretty when Virgil cried. To know they had that much impact on his emotions felt beautiful. It felt worthwhile, nothing was wrong when they saw Virgil was upset because of them.
Oh to damn the heart, to bury it under the floorboards so your worry may kill you with it. Much like a poem you know you are not meant to make sense; just to imply. To vaguely give words to. Virgil said "I love you," and you can sort of say it back. Whisper it in the meaning of other sentences. Who were you to call it pretty if you really wanted to call it love?
No this wasn't something you did out of love. You did it because you liked it. Virgil was yours, adorable and sweet and true and you did not intend to let anyone have him but you. You tell Janus this, hiss it because Virgil hung out with Janus instead of you. "Oh yeah?" Janus had asked, irritated, annoyed, furious, "And what? I'm not allowed to have him?"
"Yes!" You seethe, and Janus shoves you back. It was always a fight with you and him, it had to be. You didn't love him, you just knew him. You were the one that saw Virgil first, Virgil was yours. Janus doubles down about commitment as if either of you give a damn. Married for four years and not once have you ever muttered three words with sincerity.
You both knew your wedding vows were said with crossed fingers. But when you swore you'd care for Virgil you meant it. You kissed his forehead and told him "It'll get better!" And baked him cookies and you know it'll make it so sweet when you backhand him later and he cries; asking for your care which you promised.
Janus prefered something different; he liked to be Virgil's friend just to leave when it counted. He promised aid and offered advice and help but was never to be caunted on because everytime he'd leave Virgil alone. You like to plan your games with him.
You call it pretty when Virgil cuddles you to sleep after you convince him to watch a horror movie. You call it pretty when he gets nightmares; you knew he would. You call it pretty when Virgil wakes up crying and even prettier when you comfort him and he cries into your shoulder.
You call it pretty because your hearts not made for love. That's why you married Janus, because you both knew that love wasn't really in your forte. You call it pretty when you start to get bored; Janus reminds you of course, "Darling you just need more control over him. You always get bored when they have lives."
And he was right, you always did. Janus was good at knowing you. Even better at understanding you. So at night when you ask him to help kidnap your Virgil, your sweet Virgil, he doesn't feel offended. In fact he's delighted because it means he can play his own games.
You call it pretty when Virgil falls asleep. This time is no different, watching his panic leave into a relaxed state of uncounsciousness. You call it pretty when Virgil cries after he wakes up alone in your basement. You think its so pretty you and Janus go on a date. You call it pretty when Virgil falls asleep, head in your lap and unable to stop because his wrists are bound and hes tired. Oh so tired, exhausted even.
You call it pretty, don't you? Because you know theres something about Virgil to love. And you can't love, not really, but you can twist. Janus hadn't needed to be twisted but Virgil was to sweet. He couldn't love something that sweet, it was a cavity, an issue of health. Sweet lead to decay.
But twisting your Virgil into something like you? You called it pretty. And you'd do it, too.
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Patton is the kind of parent that never gives rides anywhere and ends up making their kid not hang out with their friends due to no transportation, usually under the guise of "theyre bad influences"
OR
He'll give them rides everywhere but religiously tracks their phone and stuff so that he can be 100% sure theyre "being safe" bc his kids dont need privacy, psh, thats for adults.
I was gonna say sweeney todd au where patton is ms Lovett but actually consider Patton doesn't murder, he bakes the pies, and Remus, his husband who does the murders, is a serial killer and turns the rest of the victims into candles and leather.
There is something to be said about sweetness that rotted, kindness could fool any man with a heart and eyes that couldn't magically see past deception. With every sacharine word there would always be a gullible fool to follow them.
The twins were so cute, Patton thought, watching the toddlers bumble around and do as toddlers did. Here in there city the world was in a weird state of time, sometimes it went quick and sometimes not at all. Or maybe Patton had simply lost the ability to find time.
Remus was brain and Roman was brawn, there was no question the two were a mischevious pair. Patton preffered brawn over brain truth be told. There was just something unsettling about the way Remus stared at him with eyes that showed he was understanding more then he was saying.
Roman grew big, and strong, an overachiever and a man to pull at your heartstrings. Romancer and actor extraordinaire, he sang serenades to the men he wanted to date and every handwritten song was a beautiful poem written from the heart. Remus grew twisted, interests were scattered but always easy to identify. The dark and scary, the things most children put away in their nightmares and never returned to.
Before they were simply a mischevious duo, but much like Patton people were starting to prefer brawn over brain. Though Patton tried hard to let the others care for Remus continue! "Oh no, he's not bad, he just has.. weird interests! I'm sure he's not going to hurt anyone!" He would say, innocent, caring.
Then why, Remus would wonder, did Roman get Patton's attention more often. No matter what attrocity he committed Patton missed every event, but he was at every show Roman had. And perhaps that wonder is what made it go down the drain.
Roman trusted Patton, more then their own father. Patton hadn't intended for that, of course, he was just a little doting.
"Patton! I got the part!" Roman would exclaim, throwing open Patton's door. Patton's eyes lit up. Roman! Just the man he was looking for.
"Roman.. the knob broke the wall," Patton says, looking at where Roman had thrown open the door. Roman laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Ah.. sorry.."
"But you got the part!" Patton would say. Truth be told Roman was a bit annoying nowadays, always in the spotlight. "I'm so proud of you! C'mere I made pie, have a slice!"
Roman would walk to the kitchen and the door would fall shut behind him. A slice of pie placed in front of him and he dug in with delight.
The world ticked by. Patton watched it continue. The police stopped by his door.
"Roman's missing?! Oh I hope you find him!" Patton was so sweet, "I last saw him going to the theatre! He wanted to see if he got the part! Oh please, please, find him!" Tears streaked down his cheeks in a sacharine display of despair.
A week passed. Two. Three. No one ever found Roman. Life moved on, the world stayed in orbit.
Remus knocks on the door. Patton hadn't seen brain in a bit, honestly he was getting a bit concerned. Remus hadn't taken Roman's disappearance well. He was delighted when Remus reached out. Dusting off his shirt, he opened the door. "Remus!" He says in a soft exclamation, "I haven't seen you in so long.."
Remus entered without a word, he waited for the door to shut. "..Patton.." He says, voice quiet, "I.. I was doing some digging on Roman's disappearance."
"Oh.. honey, I'm so sorry," Patton says gently, "You shouldn't dig into that.. it's been so long.."
"It's been three years," Remus says, "And I- I did a lot of research. I know it was you."
"What? That's ridiculous!" Patton says, "Remus, how could I-"
"I have a folder full of evidence. I first thought it because I had followed Roman to the theatre. His first words when he saw he got the part were I have to tell Patton."
Patton's mouth closes. Remus said he evidence and Patton believed him, Remus had always been the brain to Roman's brawn. Patton's eyes flicked down to the baseball bat by the door. A gift from the neighbours kid, a teen who seemed to live in a patchwork sweater. Silently, he grabbed it.
No one missed Remus. Or, Patton thought no one did. Virgil, the new neighbours kid, he came over asking if Patton had seen Remus. He was cute and awkward, as teens were.
"Hey.. uh, have you seen Remus, sir?" Patton liked him already! So polite.
"I haven't.. I'm so sorry Virgil," his eyes flicked to the grey sky behind him. Virgil seemed to like and hate the rain, Patton caught him staring out of his window into it often. As if reading Patton's thoughts, the downpour started.
"Come in! Oh it's raining I won't let you walk out in that!" Patton says sternly, but kindly. Virgil blushed in awkward embarrassment and comes in.
"Sorry, I don't mean to be a burden," Virgil says. Patton gasps.
"Virgil, my sweet shadow child! You are never a burden. Come have some cookies! I just baked them!"
The world ticked by. Virgil had only known Remus for a month. No one really looked for Remus, anyway, and truth be told Patton knew that. Virgil loved Patton, wwho was always kind to him and baked bat-shaped cookies and packed him a lunch every day since his parents wouldn't.
Virgil's breath came out in heaves as he slammed his fist into the door, knocking in desperation. It was raining and he was drenched. Patton opens the door with wide eyes, seeing Virgil drenched and crying at his door.
"Patton! Patton they kicked me out I don't know what to do and-"
"Virgil, Virgil, it's okay, you can stay here," Patton says, already leading him inside and sitting him down in his favourite chair. He rushed upstairs to grab the towels, and help dry Virgil off.
The world ticked by. Virgil had no friends and his parents had wanted him gone from the first of seventeen years since he'd been spawned. The police had no way of knowing Virgil talked to anyone. He was picked on at school, his parents didn't care.. he was probably just another runaway.
A knock on Patton's door, it's been a year. He's starting to grey now, older, more tired, but he answers the door with a smile nonetheless.
"Patton Heartrude," Logan greets, voice set and firm. "May I enter? I am with the police."
"Its been an awful long time since someones visit, come on in! Funny enough, I have loganberry pie in my kitchen!" Patton says, leading Logan inside. Logan looked quite pleased at that, Patton gave him a slice and sat him down. A classic! He approved of Logan's taste.
"I'm a detective working on a string of missing persons cases," Logan says, "I.. they all have some sort of connection to you, I believe. I simply want more information on them."
Patton smiles. "Okay! I'd be happy to tell you all that I can! I hope you can find at least one.."
The world ticked agonizingly by. Patton was much older, now. His son rarely visitted from college, to busy being out in the world. Meeting a boy named Janus. Patton didn't mind. He was grateful Thomas at least came to stay during his last days. Taking care of him. Patton's eyes closed peacefully and he passed without a regret.
In two months, Thomas would be clearing out the house and he'd find a trapdoor in a closet and descend down into some secret basement.
Patton making Virgil "face his fears" by making him go through situations that trigger him in the name of helping him overcome them (when in reality it just degrades Virgil's mentsl health even more)
There is something to be said about sweetness that rotted, kindness could fool any man with a heart and eyes that couldn't magically see past deception. With every sacharine word there would always be a gullible fool to follow them.
The twins were so cute, Patton thought, watching the toddlers bumble around and do as toddlers did. Here in there city the world was in a weird state of time, sometimes it went quick and sometimes not at all. Or maybe Patton had simply lost the ability to find time.
Remus was brain and Roman was brawn, there was no question the two were a mischevious pair. Patton preffered brawn over brain truth be told. There was just something unsettling about the way Remus stared at him with eyes that showed he was understanding more then he was saying.
Roman grew big, and strong, an overachiever and a man to pull at your heartstrings. Romancer and actor extraordinaire, he sang serenades to the men he wanted to date and every handwritten song was a beautiful poem written from the heart. Remus grew twisted, interests were scattered but always easy to identify. The dark and scary, the things most children put away in their nightmares and never returned to.
Before they were simply a mischevious duo, but much like Patton people were starting to prefer brawn over brain. Though Patton tried hard to let the others care for Remus continue! "Oh no, he's not bad, he just has.. weird interests! I'm sure he's not going to hurt anyone!" He would say, innocent, caring.
Then why, Remus would wonder, did Roman get Patton's attention more often. No matter what attrocity he committed Patton missed every event, but he was at every show Roman had. And perhaps that wonder is what made it go down the drain.
Roman trusted Patton, more then their own father. Patton hadn't intended for that, of course, he was just a little doting.
"Patton! I got the part!" Roman would exclaim, throwing open Patton's door. Patton's eyes lit up. Roman! Just the man he was looking for.
"Roman.. the knob broke the wall," Patton says, looking at where Roman had thrown open the door. Roman laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Ah.. sorry.."
"But you got the part!" Patton would say. Truth be told Roman was a bit annoying nowadays, always in the spotlight. "I'm so proud of you! C'mere I made pie, have a slice!"
Roman would walk to the kitchen and the door would fall shut behind him. A slice of pie placed in front of him and he dug in with delight.
The world ticked by. Patton watched it continue. The police stopped by his door.
"Roman's missing?! Oh I hope you find him!" Patton was so sweet, "I last saw him going to the theatre! He wanted to see if he got the part! Oh please, please, find him!" Tears streaked down his cheeks in a sacharine display of despair.
A week passed. Two. Three. No one ever found Roman. Life moved on, the world stayed in orbit.
Remus knocks on the door. Patton hadn't seen brain in a bit, honestly he was getting a bit concerned. Remus hadn't taken Roman's disappearance well. He was delighted when Remus reached out. Dusting off his shirt, he opened the door. "Remus!" He says in a soft exclamation, "I haven't seen you in so long.."
Remus entered without a word, he waited for the door to shut. "..Patton.." He says, voice quiet, "I.. I was doing some digging on Roman's disappearance."
"Oh.. honey, I'm so sorry," Patton says gently, "You shouldn't dig into that.. it's been so long.."
"It's been three years," Remus says, "And I- I did a lot of research. I know it was you."
"What? That's ridiculous!" Patton says, "Remus, how could I-"
"I have a folder full of evidence. I first thought it because I had followed Roman to the theatre. His first words when he saw he got the part were I have to tell Patton."
Patton's mouth closes. Remus said he evidence and Patton believed him, Remus had always been the brain to Roman's brawn. Patton's eyes flicked down to the baseball bat by the door. A gift from the neighbours kid, a teen who seemed to live in a patchwork sweater. Silently, he grabbed it.
No one missed Remus. Or, Patton thought no one did. Virgil, the new neighbours kid, he came over asking if Patton had seen Remus. He was cute and awkward, as teens were.
"Hey.. uh, have you seen Remus, sir?" Patton liked him already! So polite.
"I haven't.. I'm so sorry Virgil," his eyes flicked to the grey sky behind him. Virgil seemed to like and hate the rain, Patton caught him staring out of his window into it often. As if reading Patton's thoughts, the downpour started.
"Come in! Oh it's raining I won't let you walk out in that!" Patton says sternly, but kindly. Virgil blushed in awkward embarrassment and comes in.
"Sorry, I don't mean to be a burden," Virgil says. Patton gasps.
"Virgil, my sweet shadow child! You are never a burden. Come have some cookies! I just baked them!"
The world ticked by. Virgil had only known Remus for a month. No one really looked for Remus, anyway, and truth be told Patton knew that. Virgil loved Patton, wwho was always kind to him and baked bat-shaped cookies and packed him a lunch every day since his parents wouldn't.
Virgil's breath came out in heaves as he slammed his fist into the door, knocking in desperation. It was raining and he was drenched. Patton opens the door with wide eyes, seeing Virgil drenched and crying at his door.
"Patton! Patton they kicked me out I don't know what to do and-"
"Virgil, Virgil, it's okay, you can stay here," Patton says, already leading him inside and sitting him down in his favourite chair. He rushed upstairs to grab the towels, and help dry Virgil off.
The world ticked by. Virgil had no friends and his parents had wanted him gone from the first of seventeen years since he'd been spawned. The police had no way of knowing Virgil talked to anyone. He was picked on at school, his parents didn't care.. he was probably just another runaway.
A knock on Patton's door, it's been a year. He's starting to grey now, older, more tired, but he answers the door with a smile nonetheless.
"Patton Heartrude," Logan greets, voice set and firm. "May I enter? I am with the police."
"Its been an awful long time since someones visit, come on in! Funny enough, I have loganberry pie in my kitchen!" Patton says, leading Logan inside. Logan looked quite pleased at that, Patton gave him a slice and sat him down. A classic! He approved of Logan's taste.
"I'm a detective working on a string of missing persons cases," Logan says, "I.. they all have some sort of connection to you, I believe. I simply want more information on them."
Patton smiles. "Okay! I'd be happy to tell you all that I can! I hope you can find at least one.."
The world ticked agonizingly by. Patton was much older, now. His son rarely visitted from college, to busy being out in the world. Meeting a boy named Janus. Patton didn't mind. He was grateful Thomas at least came to stay during his last days. Taking care of him. Patton's eyes closed peacefully and he passed without a regret.
In two months, Thomas would be clearing out the house and he'd find a trapdoor in a closet and descend down into some secret basement.
