Hey guys! Sorry for being AWOL with my writing for a while. My mental health hasn’t been the best lately :( However! I did watch the new episode! And I had an idea for a story! This is going to be in the same vein as another story of mine Are We Cool? so I hope y’all enjoy!
Warnings!: Possible spoilers for the newest Sanders Sides episode, sympathetic Remus, sympathetic Deceit/Janus, sexual innuendos, gore mentions, odd body movements.
The motion of a brush on a canvas had always been calming to Roman. The sudden appearance of color on a plain white surface gave him a small thrill that couldn’t really be beat, other than being on stage with hundreds watching him. But in any case, the thrill that was usually there was absent now, the burning anger replacing that feeling altogether. It increased tenfold when fingers suddenly appeared at the top of his painting, crazed eyes looking down at him with a Cheshire cat grin following it.
“Remus, get off,” he grumbled, watching the other man laugh as he let go, the blue sky of his painting having strips of paint lifted up from where Remus’s fingers have been. The other side plopped down on Roman’s bed behind him, licking his fingers of where the paint imprinted on his skin.
“Well, dear brother, you’re in quite a mood,” Remus said, crossing his legs and putting his elbows on his knee, his chin resting on his palm as he gave the man a fake pout. “What, not happy to see me?”
“As if I’m ever happy to see you,” Roman turned in his stool to face his brother, crossing his arms with the paintbrush still in hand, glaring at him.
“Aw, Roman,” Remus cooed out, reaching like he was going to pinch the other brother’s cheek. He just grinned when Roman smacked his hand away, waving his own hand from side to side like he touched something slimy.
“Temper, temper,” Remus tsked, mirroring Roman by crossing his arms.
“Look, Remus, as much as you like to pester me into doing one of your messed up ‘adventures’, I’m in no mood to deal with you right now.” Roman turned back around to continue with his painting, flinching back when the scenic picture he had been painting just a moment was replaced with a graphic depiction of a head on the end of a stake staring back at him.
He growled out as he stood up with his brother laughing behind him, tossing the paintbrush to the ground as he pushed the easel over. The image dissipated back into his original painting once it hit the ground, not without creating a tear into the canvas. He let out a dramatic sigh, moving back to flop down on his bed.
Remus was still there, laying down on his stomach with his legs kicking in the air. His hair was an absolute rat’s nest, but that was nothing new. “My, you are in a mood,” Remus mused as he stared at his brother, who had his eyes closed. “Was today’s video not wanting to focus on poor Roman?”
“That’s not it at all,” Roman said, keeping his eyes closed. “It’s…It’s that snake’s fault! He’s been messing with us for all this time, and then he said that his name was Janice, as if Thomas would believe—”
“Wait a minute, Janus told you his name?” Remus interrupted, his eyes getting impossibly wider as he leaned in closer to him. “Oh, tell me about that~”
“Wait, you knew?” Roman sat up in his bed, looking down at his brother with a frown. It was from this angle he realized that Remus’s morning star was leaning against the wall next to his bed, something he was surprised he hadn’t realize sooner. “I thought he was lying again when he said that his name was Janice?”
“Not Janice, dear brother, Janus,” Remus corrected him, sitting up as well. “Like the god with two faces! Oh, I wonder since he had two faces, would he have two di-”
“Focus, Duke, focus,” Roman said, snapping his fingers in front of the other’s face. His brother blinked a few times, bringing his head forward to snap his teeth right next to the hand before looking at him. “Now, how did you know that’s his name? You weren’t there with us for the video!”
“Ah, but that’s the thing, Princey.” Remus wagged his finger in Roman’s face, that grin shit-eating grin not leaving him. “You might have forgotten, but I’m unfiltered! Nothing gets past me and nothing is held back. I just choose to forget the stuff I think is too boring to remember until I have to bring it up.”
Roman frowned at him, letting out a huff. “But that’s not the problem! The problem is that he’s evil! He’s done so much to hurt Thomas, and now Thomas thinks that he should be part of the group? That we should forgive him?”
Remus had his head tilted to the side at an unnatural angle, a sight that hadn’t creeped Roman out in a long time. The thing that was freaky about it was the look that the darker side was giving him; he looked thoughtful, like he was taking apart his words to think over what he said. “Brother, dear, let me ask you something.”
“What? Is it going to be about how I want to do something nasty to Deceit? Or make him eat something disgusting you created?” Roman spat out, trying to hide how weirded out he felt.
“No, for once. What I want to ask is simple: Do you see me as evil?”
Roman sputtered a bit, looking at his brother in surprise. He looked for a sign of a lie, a flash of a sharp-toothed grin to show that Remus was pulling his leg. After an awkward silence filled the room where they just stared at each other, he looked away to rub the back of his neck. “Well, no, I don’t think you’re evil…”
Remus looked a bit surprised by the answer, saying, “But aren’t I worse than Janus? I’m ruled by desire; if Thomas didn’t have any self-control or any shame, then I wouldn’t have stayed away from your silly videos until he was too exhausted to keep me at bay.”
“Yeah, but you’re different! You’re…You’re…” He trailed off, trying to think of what he wanted to say.
“I’m not part of the group,” Remus said, looking at him with the closest thing to a serious look that Roman had seen on him in a long time. “And my input isn’t wanted, nor do I think it ever will be,” he added, and Roman could have sworn he saw a flash of sadness in his eyes before it was gone, his grin coming back.
“Roman, I can’t help with whatever sexual tension you two have—”
“It’s not sexual tension, my god, have you been listening?”
“But don’t let it get in the way of what’s true,” Remus ignored him. “Janus is in the forefront of Thomas’s mind now, and there’s nothing to stop that. You’re stuck with him, so you two can either make up and make out, or you can ignore him until your feelings override and you two fu-”
“I’m not letting you finish that,” Roman said sharply, causing his brother to laugh maniacally. Roman huffed as he got off his bed, going back to pick the now dry painting off the floor, waving his hand over where the tear in the canvas. Almost by magic, the tear fixed itself, looking like nothing had happened to it at all.
“Either way, whatever happens, you might want to give a quick look at what you think is ‘evil’.” Remus’s arm was on his shoulder now, though when Roman looked behind him, he could see that Remus was only just then getting off his bed with his arm stretched out to touch him. Once he reached him, Remus looked at Roman with a raised brow and finished, “Because if you don’t think I’Mevil, then you might need to really think about what evil is to you.”
Roman blinked a couple of times before he slowly nodded, a tired little smile coming to him. “I…I’ll think about it.”
“Good… now, would you like to follow me to that juicy tunnel that I found that I’ve been calling the Glory Ho-”
“Get out of here, Dukey,” Roman snorted out, pushing away a giggling Remus who was finally going to his bedroom door. Just before he left, he turned to look at Roman and said, “Oh, and one last thing.”
The creative side glanced back at his darker brother, who simply pointed in his direction. “I fixed your painting!”
“What? No you did- AH!” He had turned to see what he meant when he saw a sight worse than the one that Remus had made appear earlier: it was painting of a naked Aunt Patty.
“Why?! Why would you do that?” Roman cried out as he covered his eyes, and even though he couldn’t see him, he could practically hear the grin spreading on his face.
“It’s the one thing you can’t unsee!” he cackled before he pranced out, his morning star picking itself up to follow him out.
Roman cautiously looked past his fingers, seeing that his painting was back to normal. He let out a weary sigh as he picked his paintbrush off the floor, the brush primed with the shade of blue he needed to fix the sky that Remus had messed up. When he finished, he took a step back to examine his work.
The picture was of him, Logan, Patton, Virgil, and Thomas, all laying on a hill while cloud gazing. He examined the painting for a few minutes, nodding slowly before he went back to painting, his singular paintbrush changing colors to the one he needed at the moment.
The next time he stopped was when he was called down by Patton to eat dinner, leaving it behind. He would find out that night that Patton was briefly stopped by Remus to ask about him, and had gone to check on him instead. He would also De- Janus come in at some point, making himself a plate before leaving with it and only giving the four sides a nod. And he’d have to help Logan and Patton calm Virgil down from getting up to possibly deck him, much to the other two’s surprise.
And then there was Remus, who had snuck back into brother’s room with a rare soft smile on his lips, looking at a painting of all of them on a hill to watch the clouds go by, with him right there in between Janus and Roman.
So, this was my secret santa gift for @lovebug5151! I’m so, so sorry that this is so late, and I hope I got what were some of the things you wanted. I’ve been under a lot of stress recently, but now it’s behind me so I was finally able to post this! For anyone else wondering, this was a sanders sides g/t secret santa event held by @secret-sanders-sized!
Warnings?: Sickness mention, Loceit, Deceit as a character, allusion to past trauma with no description to it, anxious thoughts,
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It was quiet within the walls.
Dee wasn’t sure if he should be bothered by that fact or not. The boys, Roman and Remus, were both asleep in their beds. Normally, they would both stay up to talk and giggle with each other; the last few days had been rough, though, so he could understand why they weren’t in the mood to be playful. But for now, that’s not what he could focus on. No, there was something else entirely.
Logan was ill.
Now, if they were human, it wouldn’t be a big deal; take some medicine, a lot of rest and fluid, and you’d feel better after a few days. But Dee and Logan weren’t human. They were borrowers.
Dee sat beside their shared bed, a bowl of cool water next to him as he used a scrap of cloth to wipe at Logan’s forehead. Lo was currently asleep, a fever coursing through his body that was almost painful to watch. When he finished, he put the cloth back into the bowl to soak as he tenderly reached over to hold his hand.
“What am I going to do, Lo?” He asked quietly, trying to keep him from waking. They weren’t human beans; they couldn’t go out of the house to get medicine. Whatever was in this house was in their grasp, but that came with its own risks. Much more likely to get caught, much more likely to get stuck, and worse of all, much more likely to overdose.
Dee froze when Logan’s head moved toward him, blinking slowly at him. “Honeybee?” he asked, his voice raspy from sleep and from sickness.
“Yes, Logan?” he breathed out, squeezing his hand.
“Are the boys okay?” He tried to sit up, but he groaned as his very bones seemed to protest at the movement. Dee quickly got him to lie back down, petting his hair.
“Yes, they’re both in their beds, I made sure,” he said to him, trying to smile a bit. Logan shakily reached out and rubbed a thumb on the large scar that covered the side of his face, making him close his eyes and lean in the feeling. His hands were ice cold, much colder than they usually were.
“Dee, do me a favor,” Logan said, his voice hushed.
“Anything in my power,” he immediately said, looking at him with an aching worry.
“Go grab me a piece of paper and some lead,” he said, letting go of Dee’s cheek. The other man nodded, getting from the bed. He swiftly left to go down the hall towards the living room, but he paused at the boys’ room.
Roman and Remus were fast asleep, Roman’s bed empty and Remus’s holding double the amount of sleepers. He smiled softly at the sight of them; they liked to sleep together when one of them had bad dreams, or when they stayed up talking and scheming.
His smile fell as he left, going into the next room to grab what Logan wanted. He made his way back quickly, trying not to wake the boys up. When he came back into their shared room, Dee sat down next to the bed in his spot from before, handing Logan paper and lead.
Logan reached over to their bedside table, a spool of thread that had been cut in half (the other half being in the boys’ room), to put on his glasses. He blinked a few more times to get readjusted, looking down at the paper and getting to work.
Dee watched him write strings of numbers he could only wish to understand; before Logan had to move and found himself here, he had lived at a college professor’s home. It was there that he used the textbooks to learn much more complicated math than the simple adding and subtracting many borrowers knew.
When he was done, Logan flipped the piece of paper over and started writing normal words; he wrote simply, and Dee was grateful for that. He had grown up in the country; specifically in a barn, and it wasn’t until he moved into the more urban areas that he started learning to read.
“Here,” Logan whispered, handing him the paper. He took it, and his eyes began to widen as he understood what he wanted.
“Lo, are you sure?” he breathed, looking at the answer to what would hopefully solve their problem; an exact amount of how much a painkiller he could take.
Logan nodded, taking his glasses off again. “It will help me be well again, so then I’m not a burden.”
“Never,” Dee reached over to squeeze his hand. “Never to me. Never have been, never will be.”
His love gave him that small, rare smile he loved to see, though to see it on a face so pale made his throat close up. Dee leaned over to kiss his forehead once and got up, getting his borrowing bag ready. He had medicine to get, afterall.
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Within one of the bedrooms of the Sanders’ home, a teenager lay on his bed with his headphones in, listening to punk rock music as he worked over something he hated with a burning passion: algebra homework.
Virgil sighed out as he sat up, rubbing his temples for the umpteenth time since he started this an hour ago. The fourteen year old may have been smart, sure, but even he didn’t think he could keep doing this for a minute longer.
He paused his music to take off his headphones, stretching his arms out and arching his back backwards. He stood up and went to his backpack against his dresser, pulling out a battered sketchbook. He snatched up a pen off his dresser and began to pace around, trying to think of anything to sketch.
His dad was downstairs making dinner, so he couldn’t do anything with him at the moment. Normally he’d help him, but this was something new they were trying, and his dad liked to know what he was doing so he knew how to teach him. He did offer to bake cookies with him after though, so he would probably take him up on that offer.
He groaned even more when he tossed the sketchbook on the bed, changing his mind to go get some pjs and take a shower. If he couldn’t draw, and he really didn’t want to go back to algebra, he could at least get himself cleaned up and ready for bed a bit early, right?
He went out into his hallway to go grab a towel out of the linen closet, light footsteps barely heard over the sound of clanking pots further away in the one-story home. When he got into the bathroom, he paused to notice that the medicine cabinet above the sink was cracked open.
Virgil frowned as he set his clothes on top of his toilet, going over to open it up. Did his dad get cut or something and he left the door open? There wasn’t any blood in the sink, so he didn’t think so. When he opened, nothing seemed to be out of place, which confused him even more. The cabinet door was sturdy; it didn’t just swing open on its own. So what…?
As he was about to close it again, he thought he saw something move inside, making him stop to open it again. All was still once more, but now his suspicions were raised as he carefully started to move things around.
When he got to a bottle of cough syrup a sudden sharp pain came from his index finger, making him yelp as his hand pulled back with the bottle. He dropped it though, with growing eyes and his mouth starting to hang open, when he realized what was standing in the cabinet.
It was a tiny man, maybe a bit taller than his finger, standing there with a safety pin in his hand and a glare in his eyes. Virgil didn’t know what to say, taking a single step forward as all his brain could make him say was, “Uhhh…”
“Don’t come a single step closer,” the tiny man spat out, and Virgil couldn’t help but listen as he took in what he was seeing. This man was standing so close to the edge of the shelf, pointing out that safety pin right at him. The whole half of his face was scarred (burns, maybe?) and twisted in anger. No, it wasn’t anger at all.
It was fury.
“W-Wait, don’t move,” he finally said, worry starting to seep out as he realized just what kind of fall at that height would really hurt the man, and he didn’t want him to do anything like that thanks to him.
“Don’t talk to me like that,” the man said, taking another step closer, another step to teeter on the edge. “I can and will make your life a personal hell if you try to lay a finger on me.”
“Please don’t move,” Virgil pleaded, his arms waving a bit in an attempt to calm him down. “I-I don’t want to do anything to you, so please—”
“Don’t think I don’t know your games, bean!” He yelled at him, making Virgil freeze at just how much hatred was in his voice. “You say you won’t do anything, but then you’ll set up traps to get me out, or better yet, you’ll do something like this,” he pointed at his face where the scar laid, “just because you can!”
Virgil felt confusion and anxiety and who knew what else course through at the tiny man’s words, but he couldn’t say anything when nothing came to mind.
“I’m not going to let that happen! So, get—” his tone changed to surprise and fear as his footing slipped, making him wobble over the edge and start going down. Virgil worked on pure instinct, rushing forward with his hands out, feeling a very small weight land in them. He slowly opened his eyes, peering down at the small man in the dark clothes, the smallest pack he’d ever seen by his side and spilled out.
Their eyes met, and for a solid minute the whole world felt like it had gone still. Virgil could barely breathe, but his brain was starting to process the whole fact that this tiny man, so impossibly small, was now in hands. He realized something else too: he was trembling, trembling with a fear he was trying so hard not to show.
The teen reacted quickly and carefully, leaning forward to set the man down on the bathroom counter. He happened to glance down and see that one of the things that had come out of the bag was a painkiller; that was probably why the man was in the cabinet in the first place.
“I’m so sorry, are you okay!” he blurted out, his hand slapping over his mouth. For reasons he didn’t know why himself, he turned around and went out the bathroom door, closing it behind him to dash back into his room. He got to the side of his bed and slid down, his hand still over his mouth.
He sat there in silence for a while, rubbing his temples as he tried to process everything he saw. As he did, other thoughts came into his mind. Where did the man come from? Had he always been here? Why was he taking a painkiller? What was he, and were there anymore?
He shook his head as the last question entered his mind, standing up. He didn’t know, and it wasn’t any of his business. He slowly went back out of his room, going to the bathroom door once more. He rapped a knuckle against the door and pressed an ear against it, listening for any movement. Nothing.
He opened the door to peek inside, finding it completely empty. He looked around, finding nothing that showed that the tiny man had been there. He did find the bottle of cough syrup on the ground, picking it up to put away.
He was starting to think that maybe he’d imagined the whole thing up somehow when something caught his eye. Curled up in the corner of the cabinet was a pile of string with a metal piece at the end. He picked it up carefully in his fingers, examining it. It looked like… a rope and hook. It clicked to him then that that must have been how the man had gotten inside in the first place, but now he had left it behind all thanks to him.
He chewed on his lip as he thought of what to do when he heard his dad calling him. “Hey, kiddo! Dinner’s ready, do you want to eat?”
Virgil quietly pocketed the tiny man’s hook and got out of the bathroom, calling back, “Yeah, one sec!” He glanced at his clothes on the toilet seat, his shower long forgotten. He could take one when he was done eating, and he figured he’d put the hook on the floor somewhere hidden, so that maybe the man would find it again. As much as he wanted to meet him again, he didn’t think it would be a good idea.
Unaware to him in that moment, Dee had made his way back home, a bit shaken up, but happy to be back safe and sound. He’d spend the rest of the evening to take the pain killer and scrape off the amount Logan gave him to help get better. This would make Logan better by the next day, and the day after his fever would break for good, but he didn’t know that yet.
And unaware to the borrowers that lived in the Sanders’ home, Virgil’s sketchbook would start filling with doodles of a strange tiny man with a scar on his face, as well as lists of things he could try to leave for him, for the next few weeks to come.
⭐what a great day to remember to tag ur sympathetic deceit/deceit ships⭐
But seriously guys, please do make sure that you tag at the very least, “deceit” on the post, as there are people who are triggered by him. A few people I know has come across posts about deceit multiple occasions for that very reason. Especially this week, as from what I’ve heard it is sympathetic deceit week.
Be mindful of your fellow fanders and remember to tag deceit if he’s in the post, especially if it’s a sympathetic deceit post!
Exactly! I would go even further and say that we should tag accordingly:
A deceit friendly/sympathetic post: #sympathetic deceit
A deceit ship: #[name of ship] + #deceit ships
Some people want to see deceit works, but not sympathetic ones, and they need proper tagging to ensure that they don’t get triggered. Tagging is easy and free.
Oo! Yeah, I forgot to mention that
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again:
Please also tag abusive deceit!! I hate getting any content where deceit is abusive or horrible to the other sides across my dash.
A lot of people ARE tagging sympathetic deceit, but next to nobody is tagging abusive deceit and it fucking sucks.
Hi, this is the op (on my other account). This post was made in the midst of “Sympathetic Deceit Week” and I was seeing a lot of untagged Sympathetic Deceit posts. This post is not about tagging abusive Deceit. This post was made for those of us that do not want to see Deceit-positive posts.
I have seen several people adding their opinions on Deceit to this post. It drowns out the original intent, and is a potential trigger to people who are reblogging this that don’t like Deceit.
It’s important to tag abusive deceit, but that is not what this post is about.
⭐what a great day to remember to tag ur sympathetic deceit/deceit ships⭐
But seriously guys, please do make sure that you tag at the very least, “deceit” on the post, as there are people who are triggered by him. A few people I know has come across posts about deceit multiple occasions for that very reason. Especially this week, as from what I’ve heard it is sympathetic deceit week.
Be mindful of your fellow fanders and remember to tag deceit if he’s in the post, especially if it’s a sympathetic deceit post!
Please remember this!
Wait a minute!!! Is the sympathetic deceit week and NOBODY TELLS ME???!!!
⭐what a great day to remember to tag ur sympathetic deceit/deceit ships⭐
But seriously guys, please do make sure that you tag at the very least, “deceit” on the post, as there are people who are triggered by him. A few people I know has come across posts about deceit multiple occasions for that very reason. Especially this week, as from what I’ve heard it is sympathetic deceit week.
Be mindful of your fellow fanders and remember to tag deceit if he’s in the post, especially if it’s a sympathetic deceit post!
Exactly! I would go even further and say that we should tag accordingly:
A deceit friendly/sympathetic post: #sympathetic deceit
A deceit ship: #[name of ship] + #deceit ships
Some people want to see deceit works, but not sympathetic ones, and they need proper tagging to ensure that they don’t get triggered. Tagging is easy and free.
⭐what a great day to remember to tag ur sympathetic deceit/deceit ships⭐
But seriously guys, please do make sure that you tag at the very least, “deceit” on the post, as there are people who are triggered by him. A few people I know has come across posts about deceit multiple occasions for that very reason. Especially this week, as from what I’ve heard it is sympathetic deceit week.
Be mindful of your fellow fanders and remember to tag deceit if he’s in the post, especially if it’s a sympathetic deceit post!
please tag abusive deceit too!! abusive deceit makes a lot of people triggered/ uncomfortable and if sympathetic deceit is tagged, then abusive deceit should be too.
Hi! I’m the op. The whole point of this post was so I would stop seeing sympathetic deceit posts and now y'all are putting it in the reblogs. Please stop.
Warnings: Remus gets hurt a little, possibility of getting sick, mentions of deaths, hinted Roceit, hinted prinxirty, Thomas is super gay
Word Count: 1626
Thomas placed his hands on his knees as he stopped for a breath. It had been Roman’s idea to go for a hike with Joan and Talyn. It is a great idea don’t worry, but Thomas could’ve planed ahead better. Joan said something that got Virgil’s opinion to pop up. Deceit said something that Logan was able to answer.
“No need to be concerned you two, it is natural for Thomas to be already tired. Well he does eat healthier, he doesn’t get the recommended amount of exercise. This will be a good way for Thomas to get that necessary exercise.”
“Don’t worry guys. I’m okay just winded although I am sure I will be sore tomorrow.” Thomas’s reassurance helped both of his self-preservation sides. Deceit had yet to tell Thomas his name mostly because Deceit just didn’t trust easily which everyone was slowly working on. It was still a mystery for Thomas on Virgil’s past with Deceit but unlike in the videos, the two were at least okay with one another for casual conversation.
That was another thing, the videos had more exaggerated versions of the sides. Logan wasn’t as in denial of his own emotions as he was in the videos. Patton didn’t try and push any of the Dark Sides away from Thomas or think that Thomas was perfect. Roman was somewhat close to his video counterpart but was much nicer when it came to other’s feelings.
Virgil was a little more relaxed with the dangers that could get to Thomas but that was mostly because of two separate things. One: Thomas and the other sides would listen to him about his concerns. And two: Thomas had an anxiety medication that also helped Virgil’s with own anxieties. It was great to see the purple and plaid covered side to relax more.
Than there was Remus…he was something. He loved chaos as much as his video self but was more in control of the chaos. He also was more aware of when to say more adult related topics but sometimes he’d slip sense he was also impulsive. Very impulsive. So impulsive that he got into some trouble that landed him to be stuck in Thomas’s mind. Remus was okay but it made talking with him quite difficult.
“How is Remus doing? You said he got into some trouble?” Joan asked, they and Remus got along because of their similar sense of humor. Roman answered them honestly that yes, Remus was doing fine just super bummed out that he couldn’t join them in the physical world. He was in a mountain range so the intrusive Creatwin wasn’t bored.
Everyone continued on the hike with Logan and Joan talking about different foliage and any animals that have been spotted. It continued on like this until the group stopped under a cliff to rest. Virgil didn’t like the look of the sky which was darking as the day went by.
“We should be heading back. Looks like a storm is coming in.” Virgil spoke up which got affirmative nods from the rest. After the break, the group made their way down the mountain but weren’t fast enough as the storm came crashing down. As the group makes their way through the storm, none of them noticed the unstable rocks that were starting to be swept up by the rain. None but one person who wasn’t even in the physical plane.
“Look out!” Remus yelled as he threw his gigantic body over the group. Talyn screamed than fainted from shock. Joan was staring up at Remus in shock. “Shit!” Remus got the rocks to bullseye him in the back. For the intrusive thoughts representative, it didn’t hurt but it forced him on his elbows.
“Remus are you okay?” Thomas yelled up to his giant side. Roman was already making his way up his brother’s back to check on the spot that the rocks hit.
“I’m fine. Just not expecting to be moved by those. But…um…Joan and Talyn need help.” True to Remus’s observation, Talyn was still out for the count with Virgil and Logan looking over them and Joan was still staring at Remus even with Patton trying to get him to talk.
“Hey, Joan, you okay there?” Thomas tried which finally got the other to speak up.
“He’s huge!”
“Yeah…he is. He got into some trouble that caused him to become giant like this. The others are trying to help find a way to get back to normal but until than, Remus is stuck like this.” Thomas explained as best he could. Honestly, sometimes it was strange to even say such a thing but with how his own imagination was, Thomas wouldn’t be surprised if something like this could happen. Joan finally calmed down as Roman came back from on top of his brother.
“Remus! You got some burising where those rocks hit you!” Roman shouted over the rain. Remus nodded though Thomas wouldn’t be surprised if Remus didn’t feel any pain from said burisings. Talyn was slow to wake up but they slowly awoke. They were told what was going on with the other Creatwin. Remus made slow movements to pick up everyone, even slower with Thomas and his friends.
Remus was big enough to hold everyone in his arms and shield them from the rain. The intrusive Creatwin was also super warm. Like, warm enough for Deceit and Virgil to start nodding off. Thomas wanted to fall asleep too but he couldn’t just yet.
“Roman, why haven’t you guys gone back to the mind place?”
“Remus is very self conscious about his strength right now. With the rest of us out here with you three, he feels more at ease.” Roman whispered to Thomas, Talyn and Joan were talking with Remus as Thomas and the fanciful side talked. Roman gave Thomas a very brief and PG explanation over why.
The sides, if their physical form was killed in any way, could respawn within their rooms. Humans, once they die, they stay dead. And add to the fact that Thomas was his sides’ host, if he died, everyone of the sides would die too.
That….made sense. And with how self conscious Remus was about his own strength, it make sense that he was so slow and gentle. Patton, Deceit, and Virgil were past out from the warmth that the larger body radiated. Logan was trying not to fall asleep but it was obvious that he was ready to crash. Remus was happily to talk to the other two humans but even they fell victim to the warmth that was Remus’s body heat.
Eventually, everyone was asleep as Remus held them in his arms. Thomas didn’t know how long everyone napped there but when they woke up, the stormed had passed and Remus moved to laying on his back. Thomas’s face lit up red he realized that he had been sleeping on the other’s chest. God, how gay was he when the idea of sleeping on the chest of another guy’s chest, let alone one of his sides, was making him blush like crazy. A gentle poke on the head got Thomas to look up to see Remus looking down at him.
“You’re thinking too loud, you’re going to wake the others up.” Remus muttered before he laid his head back down. Thomas looked over at the other sides who were snuggling up with one another. Thomas snickered at Roman as the prince was sprawled acrossed Deceit and Virgil. Thomas got up and started walking over to Remus’s shoulders.
“Hey, Remus. Are we going to head home soon?”
“Yeah, just don’t want to move. It’s like having sleeping cats on you, it’s illegal to move.” Remus muttered his reply. Logan and Joan groaned as they woke up but they woke up. Logan was unhappy that everyone took a nap in the rain but thanked Remus for making sure no one got sick. Remus’s response was to pat Logan on the head much to the annoyance of the Logical side. Joan huffed a laugh as Talyn and Patton woke up.
It didn’t take long for Patton to check up on everyone as to make sure no one was feeling ill. Roman didn’t want to get up as he clung to Virgil, who also was happily sleeping. Deceit muttered something about how gay could those two get only to have Logan say,
“Ah yes, and it isn’t like no one as seen you stare at Roman before.” The following result was Deceit hissing in embarrassment and everyone else laughing. Once Roman and Virgil were somewhat awake, Remus collected everyone into his arms again and started to walk down the mountain. Thomas was happy not to have to walk the rest of the way down and Remus seemed very happy to help out some. Remus did stop a little bit from the base of the mountain before sinking out. The others sank out as the three humans made their way to their car.
Everyone was tired so when they got to Thomas’s house, everyone just crashed on the couch. Thomas mental left to the imagination and went to look for Remus. Thomas found said side laying down by a lake in nothing but a swimsuit. It looked like the giant side was sunbathing.
“Hey, Remus. Thanks for the help.” Thomas thanked the intrusive Creatwin. Remus hummed before turning on to his stomach as to face Thomas.
“Well, can’t have you dying on us yet Thomas~” Remus had a soft smile under his mustache. Thomas nodded before walking over to Remus’s arms and laying down on them. Remus leaned a little closer to Thomas and it was just a peaceful time for the host and side.
Warnings: Mentions of character deaths, cannibalism, and a lot of angst
Word Count: 1440
It was just one of those days for Remus. His mind was not shutting up as idea after idea came by. Maybe one of them could stick if he went to see everyone else.
Ever sense he got turned into a giant, Remus had to live a little ways away but the others made sure that he was either included in activities or just visited as so he could have fun. He loved playing with Patton and Deceit the most. Patton loved being tossed into the air only to land in his massive hand. Deceit was more for being chased around like a mouse. Like a game of cat and mouse but more like a game of octopus and snake. It was fun. Roman liked to create stories with him like before but more with giants and tiny people now. Virgil would hide away with the giant side to watch some Nightmare Before Christmas and cheesy horror movies. Logan liked asking him questions about how his new size and body were adjusting.
Of course he himself was very happy to get the attention. And -
Chew up Roman and feed his guts to Deceit.
The intrusive thought but(t)ed in like most of his own. But this, this wasn’t good intrusive no no no no no no no no no, this was a bad kind. Thomas’s intrusive thoughts were nothing compared to the detail of Remus’s. Remus made sure to dial Thomas’s as not to scar him. But Remus couldn’t do that, no no no, Remus was stuck with -
Shove a thumb up Logan’s ass and than stamp on him.
What would be like to tear Virgil’s arms off as he gets steamrolled over?
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!
He couldn’t see them now! He wouldn’t see them! His own impulse was worse as he is now and his own strength could any of these thoughts happen!
Before Remus knew it, he was in a small corner of his room with his hands under his arms, head down, knees to his chest. He just….needed to let this pass, like the other times. Stay still, don’t move. Don’t react, don’t think.
A mantra that Remus came up with to help him through these moments. It was wishful thinking that the others could help but again that was wishful. If anything it would make them fearful of him if his impulsiveness kicked in around them. Remus just let the thoughts keep coming, one after another. Just let it pass.
Like the other sides, he had his own anxieties too. His were of himself, especially now. Hands that could flattened humans like pancakes, strength to make another pop like a zit, teeth that could skewer a person. A poke could kill someone if he wasn’t careful. Normally, he wasn’t because it wouldn’t be any of his family on the receiving end.
He was rough, yes, but he did his best to not even use 1/100th of his strength. He was scary, yes, but he never means to scare anyone unless they gave him their consent first. He was huge compared to the other sides. They were like itty bitty figures to him. He was roughly 150 feet tall as measured by Logan. If he squished them, they be nothing but red on the floor and he didn’t like it.
His mind was racing with these thoughts. Thoughts of torturing the other sides with his strength, his hands, his feet, and teeth. Mashing them up and eating them or feeding the dead sides to each other before he takes them all. The worst ones were of Thomas - not him! They always physical hurt Remus when those thoughts came up.
But he kept up his mantra and didn’t give into his impulse. So long as none of them came to him, they would be fine. Time pasted with what seemed to be a crawl. The thoughts hadn’t let up nor had they gotten worse. Luckily, thoughts about Thomas hadn’t appear yet.
“Remus! Hey, bro what - oh dear.” FUCK! Roman walked into the larger twin’s room. Remus forgot to lock his room! Roman stayed away from Remus, his twin had seen him like this but never this huge! Gods he was going scare Roman away again! Unfocused eyes were halfway trained on Roman and halfway trained on nothing. The thoughts shifted to being Roman centric and it wasn’t pleasant for Remus.
“Shit, Remus, you having an episode? Of course he is Roman, don’t be an idiot.” Roman berated himself before coming close to Remus. Remus reacted by squeezing himself inward. He didn’t want anyone close to him. Roman could help but his impulse was screaming for him to bite of a leg of Roman’s! Roman didn’t get closer than 30 feet but that was still too close for Remus. Roman began to speak about different ideas that he had for Thomas’s videos and how Remus could still be in them. It be hard but Roman was more than willing to help his brother out. Roman simply just talked, and talked, and talked, and -
“Kiddos! I am coming in!”
“Oh no!” Roman gasped, Patton would want to comfort Remus with hugs. That could send him into a panic that no one wanted, “Wait Patton!”
“Yes?” Patton had opened the door just a bit and the amazing sent of Patton’s home cooked meal wafted into the darker twin’s room. It smelled like ribs, Remus’s favorite, for how messy it was -
Crunch on Patton’s ribs.
Remus went rigged again, listening but not hearing Roman talking to Patton. Patton’s cry followed by Roman holding him back only made Remus realize that Roman told Patton!
‘Patton please leave! I don’t want you hurt by me!’ Remus internally screamed as Patton struggled against the fanciful side. The struggles only stopped when another voice spoke up,
“Whatisn’t going on in here?” Deceit, with Logan and Virgil coming through. Deceit’s eyes widened upon seeing Remus’s stated. The half snake cused softly and explained to the other two.
No Thomas, good. No need to traumatize his host with this.
Patton took this opportunity to get out of Roman’s grips and sprint to Remus. Only to be tackled down by Deceit, Deceit held tightly as Patton yelled about ‘needing to tend to his dirty son’.
If anyone was the dirtiest, it was Roman. His room was an organized mess. Remus and Logan were tied for most cleaned and organized rooms.
Remus burly watched as the others talked and began to work their own magic. Logan would give some kind of fact, some random and off the top of his head. Roman would make up a story with the fact some where in there. Patton would add something as Virgil would point out inconsistencies or give a different point of view. Deceit watched Remus, Deceit waited. Deceit was very good at waiting. He would update the others if anything changed with Remus. Virgil made sure that Remus didn’t hyperventilate and Logan and Roman continued to fill the air about nothing and everything.
Remus began to feel confident.
“Remus, you aren’t fine now?” Deceit asked, not moving. He had let go of Patton, only for Patton to be grabbed by Roman.
“Tired…..”
“You know we are scared of you right? We willleave.”
“I know….sorry you guys had to see me like this.”
“We are a family Remus. Family must look out for each other no matter what.” Logan stated, looking up at the giant side. Virgil nodded.
“Remus, you’re my brother, I love you and I won’t stop loving you. No matter what happens!” Roman grinned before letting go of Patton. The fatherly side ran straight to Remus’s feet and hugged his ankles. It felt like a dam had been busted and tears started running down his checks. Remus unfolded himself to pick Patton up. He held the smaller male on his nose as Remus keep crying. Soon he felt more tinies climb his pants up. His family, as tiny as they may be compared to him, they were his.
“Youwill hurt us Remus, I don’t know that.” Deceit spoke as he and the others got up on his knees, “You shouldn’t give yourself more credit. You don’t have the strength to resist those impulses.”
Remus felt another wave of tears stream down his face. He picked the others up, with a little hesitation, and held them to his chest. He moved Patton to his chest as well as he cried. He was lucky to have them as a family.
AU Summary:A fall. A single fall. It may seem like nothing until it’s all consuming. What happens when the doctors struggle to diagnosis the disease responsible for Virgil’s rapid deterioration?
Characters: Virgil, Patton, Roman, Logan, and sympathetic Deceit.
Pairings: Moxiety and Logince.
Word Count:1800
Warnings:Deceit.
“Still?” Patton eyed Virgil scrolling through his phone again, voice delicate like silver bells, “what happened to putting the phone away?” Virgil’s back had been facing Patton as his fingers slid across the dimly lit screen, dawn already seeping through the window.
“Insomnia’s a bitch.”
“How long have you been up?” Patton edged closer, watching Virgil flop with an exasperated sigh onto his other side.
“Well, considering that its 6am now, I’d say about 27 hours?”
“Virgil Poole!”
“Like I said insomnia’s a b-”
“Bad,” Patton scrambled, interrupting to correct him this time around, “it’s bad.”
Virgil laughed throatily, sputtering like an old water faucet, “sure thing.”
Wagging his finger with disapproval, Patton strode towards the windows to shut the clanky blinds permitting the blooms of dawn. Pausing, Patton peered out to catch a glimpse of snow layered on the ground as if it were sheets of stringy, white felt. Instead of the apricot horizon he watched bathe skyscrapers morning after morning, he witnessed gray skies and powerful gusts slinging ice and snow. He knew Logan was right when he said that it would be a bad storm, but the worst storm in the history of NYC? It would certainly seem that way now.
Finally closing the blinds, Patton held up one finger, an idea springing forward, as he darted out of the room, leaving Virgil alone again. He knew just what Virgil needed to fix his sleeping issue. And when Patton reappeared, Virgil was back to skimming posts on his phone like a Tumblr addict. Now stepping back into the room, Patton carried with him a pair of ear plugs and an eye mask, and most importantly a gummy grin.
“These might help,” Patton offered, extending his hand holding the ear plugs and mask out to Virgil.
“Ear plugs?” Virgil asked, his fatigued voice littered with confusion.
“Well, it does get plenty noisy here! It should help block out the sound a bit to make it easier to sleep.”
“…Thanks,” Virgil slowly grabbed the two items from Patton’s outstretched hand before finally looking back up at him.
“No problem!” Patton was more than happy to be of help, “and if you still can’t sleep, you let me or someone else know, okay?”
“..Okay,” Virgil fiddled with the ear plugs, waiting for Patton to leave before he plucked up the courage to put them in or the eye mask on.
“Good, try and get some rest now, yeah?” Patton waited for Virgil to nod before sauntering towards the hallway and quietly shutting the heavy, suite door.
Now ambling away from Virgil’s shaded room, Patton steered himself towards the elevators. To meet Logan in the cafeteria, he would need to go up one floor. So, tiredly, now much more aware of how much he felt like a worn-out shoe, Patton stepped up to press the elevators’ shabby, call button.
“Hhhello, Patton,” a low voice crept up from behind him; if it were a snake, it would have bit him.
Jumping at the voice’s proximity, Patton looked back, startled. But he immediately relaxed, a sigh of relief tumbling from his lips, when he recognized the deep scar darting from one corner of the figure’s mouth to their cheek, “you gave me quite a scare there, Dee!”
“My bad,” Dee chuckled, moving to stand beside Patton as they waited for the same elevator.
“It’s a’okay!”
Nodding, Dee shifted on his heels, waiting for the elevator like one watched paint dry, “you look exhausted.”
“Yeah, a twelve hour shift will do that to ya.”
“Gross, how about I buy you a cookie or something sweet since you’re off now?”
“Oh no, that’s no-” the elevator dinged, and the top triangle on the hall lantern lit up a dull amber color. After which, the doors skated open to reveal an empty, silver elevator car. “That’s not necessary, but thank you,” he finished.
Accepting Patton’s response, Dee stepped into the box first, eyeing the way in which Patton followed after him, “Where to, Patton?”
“The second floor.”
“Cafeteria?” Dee languidly reached out to press down the second floor button.
“Yeah, ‘had a few things to take of first before finishing my shift.”
It only took a few seconds for the doors to begin rattling shut with Patton and Dee inside, corralling them into the metal cage. And with doors shut, the floor rumbled its ascent as Dee leaned back against the cold, elevator railing. And within a moment, the elevator was suspended on the second floor, settling before the doors unhurriedly unsealed to divulge the cafeteria.
Dee watched as Patton parted from him to survey the cafeteria in search of Logan. Patton didn’t see him standing by the food counter hunched over a display of muffins and deli sandwiches. And he didn’t see Logan by the hot chocolate machine or the coffeemaker. Instead, he found him tucked away with a steaming cup of cocoa in the far corner with a weathered book by himself.
“Lo?”
“Hm?” Logan hummed, turning his head as Patton quietly pulled a chair out from underneath the table to join him.
“I see you got some hot chocolate and a book,” Patton inspected the mug, watching as Logan shut the navy book before pushing it out of the way and to the side, “but no marshmallows!”
“Patton, they consist of almost entirely sugar. Most importantly, they add nothing to your daily intake of beneficial nutrients.”
“Soooooo?” Patton disagreed, “they’re delicious.” If Patton had grabbed a mug of cocoa before sitting down with Lo, it would have been filled to the brim with minimallows just as he liked it.
“They are unhealthy, Patton.”
“Roman was right when he said you need to live a little,” Patton giggled, voice gentle like a warm ray of sunshine on a summer afternoon.
Rolling his eyes at Patton’s remark, Logan looked away as he took a sip from his hot chocolate.
“Oh, you know I’m only joking, Lo,” Patton reached out to touch Logan’s arm as he tried to suppress his giggling like a dam holds back water, “Here, let’s change the topic: how was your week off?”
“It was adequate.”
"Oh come on, Lo, tell me more.”
“I saw my sister, so it was tolerable.”
“Oh?” Patton inquired, hoping Logan would put everything out under the sun. But at times, Logan was like a locked door; rarely would he open those doors to share his past with anyone, even if that person was his best friend, Patton.
“We were able to have a conversation this time.” A little bit slipped out. For the most part, he kept to himself; convincing Logan to talk about his sister was like pulling teeth without anesthesia. That conversation he had about the patient in the E.R with Roman had been an exception; his emotions, emotions that were like a kite tangled in the branches of an old oak, were scattered and running high.
“Guess it’s better than the last time, huh?”
“Might we talk about something a little less emotionally charged? I am quite drained from today, Patton.”
“Oh- yeah, sorry,” Patton cringed, heavy with regret for pushing Logan, “I know you don’t like to talk much about that…” He knew better than to keep pestering Logan over something he clearly wasn’t ready to talk about. He couldn’t expect Logan to unseal that locked door of his today.
“It’s fine, Patton,” Logan waved it off like nothing had happened, “How was Virgil Poole when you checked up on him?”
“Oh!!” Patton’s expression softened like butter left at room temperature, “he couldn’t sleep at all.”
“Insomnia?”
“Yeppers,” Patton sighed wistfully, “it’s the worst.” Being trapped with your own thoughts before daybreak was deafening; Remy always said that the shadows made lonely company.
“If not, it’s something to look into. Not getting enough sleep can impair attention, reaction time, motor coordination, decision-making skills, and immune system functioning.”
“Yeah.., I know what sleep deprivation does to the body, Lo,” Patton said a little distantly, eyes blanky transfixed on a spot over Logan’s shoulder.
To the untrained eye, someone else would just assume Patton was only overtired from a long-lasting shift, but Logan knew better. He knew much better; he was acutely aware of what a Patton imprisoned in a field of distant memories looked like.
“Pat?”
A moment passed before Patton snapped out of it, “Yeah? ..sorry.”
“Are you okay, Patton?” A flicker of concern skipped across Logan’s face; he wanted to oust the memory that had Patton tethered to his thoughts.
“Just thinking…”
“About?”
“…Remy,” He admitted timidly.
“Oh,” Logan was frozen into silence; Patton’s thoughts stood in the shadows no more. But Logan’s response had Patton shifting in his seat; he could feel the silence wafting in their secluded bubble as Patton darted his eyes to watch people seizing nearby tables.
“Yeah…”
Logan soaked it up before he could let an even more uncomfortable silence befall them, “How come?”
“What do you mean ‘how come’?”
“What made you think about Remy?”
“I don’t know…,” Patton trailed off, fiddling with his fingers as he tried to avoid the inspecting gaze forcing him to take the center stage.
“He reminds you of Remy, doesn’t he?” Logan remarked softly, watching as Patton’s gaze became transfixed on the table top. Unbeknownst to Patton, though, Logan’s eyes shifted slightly to see his own attending walking in their direction.
Without looking up into Logan’s scrutinizing eye, Patton started, “Well, kind-”
“I don’t mean to interrupt, but–”
Startled by that voice a second time, Patton snapped his head up to spot Dee standing at the end of the table holding a couple of cookies wrapped in clear plastic before flittering his gaze between Logan and him.
“I know you said you were fine, but the least I could do for jump scaring you earlier would be to buy you a cookie,” Dee set the cookies down, the plastic covers crinkling loudly. And from just a quick glimpse, Patton knew that they were his favorite type: chocolate chip.
“That’s very kind of you Dee, but you know that you really didn’t have to, right?”
“It was no problem,” Dee beamed, oblivious to the heavy, gray atmosphere looming silently over Patton and Logan, “I wanted to.”
“Thank you, Dee. I really appreciate it,” Patton smiled faintly up at him before reaching out a hand to grab one of cookies from their place on the center of the table.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” Dee nodded, eyeing Logan before he turned on his heel to depart the pair, “I’ll see you in a bit, Logan.”
“Certainly, Dr. Whittaker.”
And with that, Dee sauntered away from the table and out of their personal bubble.
This blog is dedicated to my new Sanders Sides Hospital AU, “Behind This Mask is a Desperate Heart,” featuring Logan, Virgil, Roman, Sympathetic!Deceit, and Patton.
Here, I will post chapters, updates, sneak peaks, and answer asks about this AU. “Behind This Mask is a Desperate Heart,” will also be shared via aO3 on InspireVamp and sweetmoxiety on Instagram.
AU Summary:A fall. A single fall. It may seem like nothing until it’s all consuming. What happens when the doctors struggle to diagnosis the disease responsible for Virgil’s rapid deterioration?
Characters: Virgil, Patton, Logan, Sympathetic!Deceit, and eventually Roman.
Pairings:Eventual Romantic Moxiety & Logince. That’s not to say other ships won’t arise ;)
Word Count:1251
Warnings: descriptions of medical procedures. This chapter examines how a blood sample is acquired.
Author’s Note: This serves as a short first and opening chapter for this AU.
Virgil cautiously eyed the swift swipe of pale green drapes separating his hospital bed from the next and listened to passing, tired foot falls and erupting chatter. He detected the shuffling of loose leaf papers; the pitter patter of mechanical rain; and bland, never-ending ringtones.
“Virgil Poole?”
Virgil tore his gaze from the poorly-maintained, flickering, overhead lights, “Oh- uh, yeah?”
“Sorry to have kept you waiting,” the nurse, swathed in pastel blue scrubs with black frames resting on the bridge of his nose, plunked Virgil’s charts onto the metallic bedside table before pulling up a chair.
Absentmindedly, Virgil’s fingers twitched and tugged at the loose, thin threads on his ebony jacket as the nurse cordially rehashed what Virgil had discussed with the triage nurse.
“-so, you’ve been experiencing some involuntary movements?”
“Oh- yeah,” Virgil shoved his fidgeting fingers into his pockets with a weak sigh, “I’ve noticed tremors in my hands and legs.”
“Were these-,” the nurse briskly peered over at Virgil’s chart, “sudden contractions the cause of your fall?”
“Yes,” Virgil sighed, bangs draping carelessly across his eyes.
“How long have you been experiencing tremors?” the nurse passed Virgil a sympathetic glance - the poor thing.
“A couple weeks now,” Virgil took a shaky breath, fingernails unknowingly digging into his sweaty palms, “that’s bad isn’t it?”
“Not necessarily,” the nurse rose slowly, placing a comforting hand on Virgil’s shoulder as he plucked up the clipboard with care, “I’ll be right back with a doctor.”
Once the nurse was gone, Virgil fiddled anxiously with his nimble fingers as people strode past his flimsy mattress. Left on edge, the crackling of the overhead speaker had Virgil snap his head in the direction of the noisy, drab notification summoning Dr. Wilson.
“Mr. Poole?”
“Yes?” Virgil peeled his uneasy gaze from the monochrome speaker.
Before him stood the altruistic nurse with a soft touch and two men fitted in jade scrubs under worn, white, physician coats.
“Thanks Patton,” one quietly and quickly addressed the nurse with a nod before his attention shifted sharply back to Virgil.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Dee Whittaker,” the doctor smiled as he gestured towards himself before introducing the taller man with black spectacles stood beside him, “and this is my resident, Dr. Logan Taylor.”
“I’d like to run a few tests to see what we’re dealing with.”
“What kind of tests?” Virgil eyed the two nervously through wispy strands.
“Well,” Logan glanced over at Dee for confirmation before continuing, “we’d like to run several neurological and physical tests to examine and review reflexes, balance, muscle tone, movement, and walking.”
“And?” Dee waited expectantly.
“And perform a venipuncture on the median cubital vein,” Logan profused, demonstrating exuberant knowledge like a Mensa scholar.
“In English, please?” Virgil grumbled, rolling his eyes and furrowing his brow.
“We’d like to obtain some of your blood for diagnostic procedures from the vein in the elbow pit, which is medically coined the cubital fossa,” Logan carefully rephrased his earlier statement.
“Whatever.., I guess.”
“With your consent, Dr. Taylor will retrieve a nurse to collect a blood sample,” Dr. Dee signaled with a wave for Logan to acquire a nurse that would conduct the procedure.
“Wait- What exactly are you testing for?” Virgil questioned with apprehension as he swept his lengthy, magenta bangs out of his vision.
“Neurodegenerative diseases,” Logan answered a little too mechanically for comfort.
“Like..?” Virgil bit at the inside of his cheek.
Another glance at Dee from Logan…, “Parkinson’s disease, Spinocerebellar ataxia, and Multiple Sclerosis to name a few.”
“And with a blood test, you can figure out if I have any of those diseases?” Virgil forced his lips together and crammed his restless hands back into his empty pockets.
“With a test, we can rule out diseases with similar symptoms. Without testing, we can’t determine what’s causing your ataxia,” Logan nudged his thick frames back onto the bridge of his nose with his index finger.
“How long will it take to receive the results of my blood test?”
“About a day if the snow misses us,” Dee roughly estimated, peering down at his studded wristwatch,”we’re sending your blood sample to a neighboring lab for examination.”
“Might as well get it over with.”
“I’ll get the nurse then,” Logan briskly shifted on his heel, hastily departing to find a nurse practitioner.
—-
“Patton, right?” Virgil fixed his gaze on the flimsy, laminated ID dangling from the nurse’s aerial scrubs.
“That’s right!” Patton grinned as he stationed the metallic bedside table within reach, wheels scraping against chalky tile. Atop the table, Patton positioned several needles, alcohol pads, evacuated collection tubes, and a tourniquet across a burnished, metal plate.
“Could you push up your sleeve and lay your arm facing up for me on the table?” Patton gestured kindly as he clutched the violet tourniquet.
“Will the.. uh.. jab hurt?” Virgil shifted in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck with clammy hands.
“Needless to say, no,” Patton giggled, hoping to put his patient at ease.
However, when Patton noticed Virgil chewing at his bottom lip, Patton announced that he would talk Virgil through each and every step before acting.
“I’m going to apply a tourniquet now,” Patton declared before diligently fastening a square knot above Virgil’s venipuncture site to occlude venous blood flow.
When Virgil flexed his fingers weakly, Patton frowned, “is it too tight?”
“I’m not sure,” Virgil admitted, grimacing at the sensation of his heart rate swiftly climbing under his skin.
“I can loosen it a bit,” Patton reached out with concern-laden eyes, and gloved finger tips brushing against Virgil’s upper arm.
“There,” Patton slid his index finger under the stiff knot to wriggle it loose.
“Could you try make a fist for me now?” Patton asked warmly, imitating the motion with his own hand.
And Virgil complied.
“I’m going to cleanse the area with alcohol now,” Patton began prepping the venipuncture site by gently wiping cool alcohol pads against Virgil’s pale skin.
“Okay-,” Patton delicately took Virgil’s arm into his clasp, “I’m going to insert the needle now, and you’re going to feel a slight pinch.”
Pulling the skin taut, Patton anchored the vein to keep it from rolling as he inserted the needle into Virgil’s median cubital. Virgil grimaced as his blood flashed into the catheter, filling the evacuated collection tube rapidly.
“Just one more tube,” Patton labeled the first sample before vigilantly depositing it into a transport bag.
Once the next tube was brimming, Patton methodically unfastened the tourniquet as the last volume of blood was drawn. Peering up at Virgil, Patton gingerly withdrew the syringe from his tender arm before gently applying a piece of stringy gauze on the weeping vessel.
“That’s all?” Virgil looked briefly at the bloody gauze pressed firmly against his skin.
“That’s all, kiddo!” Patton chimed, “Now, that wasn’t too bad was it?”
“I guess not,” Virgil grumbled.
“Now, in the meantime, I’m going to have someone admit you to the neurology wing of the hospital.”
What if the sides have their own sides and Thomas is just one giant nestling Russian doll thing??
I’m gonna have an existential crisis over this post.
Thomas is a turducken
Consider: ALL of /Thomas’s/ sides are grey sides. Each side splits into a dark and a light side individually - Pride and Imagination for Roman, Terror and Caution for Virgil, Control and Forward Thinking for Logan, Immorality and Self Care for Patton, and Self Preservation and Manipulation for Deceit. (Just a rough thinking, if anyone else wants to use this idea and tweak it go ahead)
Prompts:Hmmm I would love some Logan Angst where after the date with Nico he shuts himself away from the group and this leads to Thomas life becoming a mess and him not being able to function mentally. Roman than starts to feel like it’s his fault because he insulted Logan and didn’t let him finish the schedule. Janus feels responsible because he sent Remus so unexpectedly the two sides who hate each other come together to try help Logan.
The three then have a talk about their problems Roman’s habit of using Nico as a distraction from the wedding and all the hurt he’s feeling, Janus and his habit to bring down other sides to get what he wants and Logan to hide his feelings from the others.
Overall I just want some Roloceit bonding and fluff with a mix of angst. - meltheromanstan
Hey a-small-batch-of-dragons could you write a story about Roman having narcolepsy and falling asleep with maybe Rociet or Logince. And a question do you do research before you write stories like snap or come now little prince ? Have a great day or night - mouse2004
Thank you for the reqs, friends, let’s get this angst train a’rolling.
Ok so I’ve seen quite a few most mentioning that line with Roman and Virgil and I was looking through my note book and found this point I made the first time I thought about that and apparently It was one I didn’t see fit to post but I like it so imma do it now:
Roman: “What’s with all the Prince hate?”
Virgil! “I wonder”
So the posts go on about how he was like that because he had only interacted with Remus and therefore was threatened and mad at Roman but what if he was like that for another reason.
What if at this point Virgil was friends with Remus. What if Remus had been cast out by the other sides after the split and so when he was found my Deceit and Virgil he was really emotionally vulnerable. What if Virgil knew how harsh the others had been to Remus, Roman in particular, and took it out in him since he thought Roman was the min cause of it.
The are definitely a few plot holes, like how Patton most likely would have played a main role in that yet Virgil wasn’t to harsh on him, which is the main reason why I didn’t wanna post it originally but ya know what….who cares!
Anyway, feel free to add your own supporting or dissproving points! Just please don’t be mean! And also since rediscovering my notebook I have a few other lil headcanons and theories that I may share! :D
Remus and Deciet were the one who made Virgil leave but not becuase they didn’t like him, but becuase they wanted to protect him. What if they knew Virgil would be happier with the other sides.
So Remus scared him and Deciet fought with him, both pushing him away. They could see he was getting closer to the other sides and continued, but instead they caused him so mush distress that he ducked out. They were going to save him but then the light Sides came to help and they let it happen. All becuase they knew Virgil would be happier.
Then when they came back Virgil reacted to them, anger at Dee and fear of Re. They played along becuase Virgil was better with the light Sides.
Now less ‘theory’ and more headcanon, they didn’t know that Virgil still wanted them back but he was to scared and distraught at what they did to try and have an honest conversation.
Here is a really really weird analodemus headcanon I have, I hope I explain it alright:
Tw: pain, changes to body, mention of the ability to hav children, that’s all I can think of but if there is something else let me know!
Basically it’s an omegaverse au (where Virgil is an Omega, Logan is a beta, Remus is a beta and Deceit is an Alpha) but in this omegas body changes before their heat. Changing before (for Virgil it would be to have the ability to have children but since he’s a side it’s kinda useless) is just a little painful to the point where he is just chillin in bed and watching movies but changing after the heat is real bad.
I decieded to screw everything biology taught me, as well basic knowledge of the human body and common sense and chose to make it that everything Virgil would need to have children (inside his body) would basically be burnt away.
Obviously that would be excruciatingly painful and there isn’t anything anyone can do about it. But they try to. Remus will attempt to distract him with stories or facts about gorey things. Logan will read to him while Virgil sits in the bathtub (fully clothed of course) and sometimes wash his hair becuase it is comforting to him. Deceit will praise him for being so brave while he peppers his face in kisses. He also brings in his heat lamp (cause snek boi gets chilly) and they lay together.
Anyway hope that makes somewhat sense. If it doesn’t I’ll try and explain it a different way :D
