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iāve logged into tumbler after 5 years and just wanted to say what a rush of nostalgia finding your account wasālast time i was here i was in middle school and my tss obsession was in full swing, now iām about to go to college and finding your account really gave me an āeverything staysā moment (adventure time reference lol). anyway, itās so cool that youāre still updating the same fanfics i kept up with back then!
this is about to make me cry full send Iām literally at the senior send off movie night with my college group of friends right now š I understand exactly and Iām so glad you ended up back for a sec!! best of luck and much love for college! š
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I find it rly funny that in tss we have four pretty normal dudes and then there's Bill cipher and evil Luigi
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Whats a fulbright! Im glad you won!
Take you time writing lexi <3 weve waited this long we can wait longer (i can at least im incredibly patient lol)
Itās a grant/scholarship for American students to do personalized research or study abroad! Itās not, like, the most competitive scholarship but itās still insane to me because I just applied to see what would happen and now Iām going insane! (They have them for faculty too, and for international students to come to America, but Iām an American undergrad so I got a US student award lol) but thank you!!!!! šš
yeah im trying to be mindful of the time gap between things lol, im so happy some people were excited about the notes so im doing my best to get it done!
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hello all I just wanted to pop in and say I am in fact writing chapter 5 of Crowns and Cutlasses, I didnāt just dip after posting the notes lol but I WON A FULBRIGHT so i have been busy and insane
#which is to say Iāve been busy prepping things and figuring out what the hell the Netherlands needs from me lmao#also school and work and everything about life but thatās less exciting#AHHHHH#I feel so crazy and insane and frightened and excited#to be clear this post is genuinely to update you all but also to say it out loud (ā¦in writing) because it doesnāt feel real yet#also I just like to update you guys on my life#ššš#lexi talks
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logan sanders my beloved
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Crowns and Cutlasses: Chapter 4
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tw: this chapter has a lot of flashbacks and memories of implied child abuse, and some violence at the beginning, as well as mentions of knives and swords (not used in the aforementioned violence, theyāre just in the chapter). please use discretion in reading!! otherwise enjoy :)
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#FORGOT ABOUT THE INTRULOGICAL DYNAMIC IN THIS ONE LMAO#also forgot I added a little French so I googled it and Remus calls Logan āmy complainerā Iām cackling#okay yeah I may try to actually WRITE this one not just give you all the plot#I love pirates#2024 rb spree
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@spacedouterri I FOUND IT
The church bells used to ring in the morning.Ā
Roman remembered them clearly, even now, even after everything. He remembered waking up - always before Remus and their parents, sometimes before the sun rose - and eating breakfast on the porch, closing his eyes to feel the morning breeze brush his face, and in the distance, at six and noon on the dot, the bells would ring out from the church a few blocks away. It was an old church, with bells you had to manually pull ropes to play. The sound was almost haunting when the rest of the world was silent, but Roman liked the way it carried across rooftops to him; it was like a song played just for him, a way to know that no matter what, someone was out there ringing a bell to tell him a new day had begun, that everything would be alright.
But things hadnāt been alright for a while now - he didnāt need a song to know that.Ā
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Do you remember your apocolypse fic
in stricken silence? the one with Roman and Remus where like the weather is insane? if so yessssss
#or do I have another oneā¦ā¦ā¦I donāt know#I changed the names in that one and made my dad read it LMAO#he likes that kind of speculative fiction and in his own way he told me he liked it I think#ask#also HI ERRI ššššš#erri tag
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lexi I am losing my mind ,, I can't believe you're back. I love the lil uni au addition and am happy you came back to it. I was literally on my way back from camping and saw it in my notifs and screamed. I completely get the burnout with writing and glad to see you taking baby steps. Your writing always made me really happy
also an old ask but oh i will actually cry. baby steps indeed but I love you all and your thoughts and messages and encouragement still mean the world to me š
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okay but champ de violette actually moved me to tears- the writing style of it is truly amazing
sorry it took me forever to answer this but omg thank you! itās one Iāve wanted to go back to and edit for a while but Iām so glad to hear people loved it and think about it sometimes šš
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Seeing you go through a reblog spree made me remember how much I loved your bullet point fics back in the day, and I just wanted to send a quick thank you <3 <3
no thank YOU i will cry
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I know we could argue Side order (who came into existence first and whatnot) day in and day out, but I like the concept of Virgil being one of the younger ones just because I like the possibility of only Logan, Patton, and Deceit remembering the old Creativity. Virgil was too new to know him for any great length of time, so those three never really mention Creativity to him - they decided after the split to never mention him to Roman or Remus, either, to just keep their memories of him under wraps.
Sometimes, though, Virgil notices things. He sees Patton start to say something, then cut off with wide eyes and change the subject really quickly. He sees Logan zone out while Roman or Remus is talking, his face unreadable save for a very small, almost sad smile. He even sees Deceit watch the twins sometimes, his eyes flickering between them like heās trying to add them together, take features from both and piece them into something (or someone) else.
Virgil can be thoughtless, but heās not stupid. He connects the dots.
For a while, he debates who to ask, and for that matter, what exactly it is heās asking. He wants to know why they never mention Creativity, why heās been conveniently left out of the loop about a Side who was no doubt invaluable to Thomas in his early years. He wants to know what Remus and Roman know. He wants to know what everyone remembers.
And then, before heās actually settled on the what and who and when of it all, Deceit, Logan, and Patton are together in the living room, coexisting for a short time to brainstorm a solution to one of Thomasā dilemmas of the day, and Virgil sees his chance.
Heās at the coffee table in a split second, grabbing the notebook splayed in front of them to force their curious (and disgruntled) eyes on him. Deceitās face drops the minute he sees Virgilās expression, as if he can predict Virgilās next words just from the look in his eyes.
āWe need to talk about Creativity.ā
#Whoaaaaaaa what#girl what happened next#whyād I stop there?? WHAT DID THEY SAY??#also one I simply do not remember conceiving or creating#2024 rb spree
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Yāknow, with as scared or hesitant as Roman seems to be of sharing his issues in full with the others, I wouldnāt be surprised if his next move after the events of POF is just. to pretend it didnāt happen.Ā
If he takes some time to fume before realizing, no, he can smooth everything over if he just pretends heās absolutely fine - if he can act like his breakdown in the video was a temporary lapse in common sense, like itās all water under the bridge now that heās thought it through on his own, then no one will push it. No one will ask him if heās okay with that wary look in their eyes, no one will act disappointed that his facade crumbled at the worst time, no one will linger on his jeer or Janusā bite back. Itāll be okay, as long as he can pretend.Ā
So he does. By the time Patton comes to check on him after the video, heās scrounged up a smile thatās just the right mix of rueful and hopeful, and he lies through his teeth that heās fine, heās sorry he freaked out back there, is Patton alright? What about Thomas? Thatās good, heās glad. Yes, he promises heās fine- you know him, prone to overreactions and dramatics, nothing out of the ordinary here. And Patton gives a relieved sigh and a small smile, and after a hug that Roman isnāt prepared for, too stiff and brittle and close to breaking again, the moral Side wishes him goodnight and leaves. And Roman realizes this is going to work.Ā
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#Jesus Christ I was SO emo but every day Iām genuinely glad to have had a character like Roman to work out my own feelings with lmao#I say lmao but Iām genuine I desperately needed over-expressive burnt out art kid rep and by god he served it#need more characters who think theyāre not only imposters but deeply fundamentally flawed#and the only thing worse than being imperfect is other people seeing it#AHHHHHHHHHH#Roman sanders Iāll always love you#but also sorry roman I will also always love whump so sorry for everything you went through in my fics š#2024 rb spree
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āIf you laugh at me one more time, Iām going to walk home.āĀ
āI am not laughing at you.ā
āReally? Because it sounds an awful lot like laughter from back here.āĀ
Logan glanced over his shoulder and stifled another smile, forcing a cough when Janus just glared. And then almost fell over. Again.Ā
āI can help you,ā Logan offered for the millionth time that night, turning to glide on his skates backward like it was second nature.Ā
And for the millionth time, Janus huffed, grabbed onto the railing, and hauled himself back to a standing position.Ā āI can manage, thank you.āĀ
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#this is gonna sound so dumb but I distinctly remember waking up in the middle of the night thinking āroller skate loceitā like a premonition#anyway ROLLER SKATE LOCEIT#god I actually do really love this fic still#I am and was horrible at show donāt tell but I donāt even care I love them and the vibe and the holding hands line#mwah I love you roller skate loceit#2024 rb spree
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2024-Lexiās note on this is that I loved magic and love magic and fantasy and magic. thank you
wait why was virgil going to be executed?
Okay so one day the crew gets a little lost and ends up in a tiny town, right
It seems quaint at first!!! The buildings are cute, thereās a few shop fronts with pastries and tapestries in the windows, there are little kids playing hopscotch and patty-cake in the dirt road, itās pretty run-of-the-mill and sweet.
But as the crew gets to the set of gates just outside the town, a guy with a big smile and embroidered insignia on his vest greets them.
He introduces himself as Carac, the overseer of the town, and tells them theyāre all welcome into the village! So long as none of them are magic.
Of course, thatās kind of a weird thing to specify, considering almost every kingdom they know of kind of depends on magic users for certain duties - most kingdoms, in fact, have councils of sorcerers and wizards that function right along with their advisors and generals. Logan tells them later that he hadnāt heard of a magic-exclusionary settlement in years.
Janus is the first one to ask Carac why.
Carac eyes him for a moment - Janus smiles humorlessly and assures him the scales on half his face are the result of botched deal made by his father when he was born, not magic of his own, which seems to bring Carac back to his cheery self - and tells them a sob story about how their monarch was killed mercilessly by the magic population of the city when they revolted long ago. Since then, he says, āmagic folkā arenāt even allowed in.
āWhat if they come in anyway?ā Roman asks without thinking, holding in a wince as Janus elbows his side discreetly.
āWell,ā Carac grins, āweāll cross that bridge when we come to it, wonāt we?ā
āIf you come to it,ā Logan says evenly from the back of the group. Carac brightens at him, then gives a hearty nod, surveying their group; his eyes linger on Virgilās cloak.
āExactly.ā
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"I donāt like the sound of their dealing with it,ā Virgil tells them as soon as theyāre past Carac and the gate.
They follow his gaze to a platform far down the road, empty but demanding attention, acknowledgement. They all stare at it as they walk - it isnāt until they see a little girl toss a robe-adorned doll off the side of the wooden box sheās dancing it across, her siblings cheering beside her, that they realize itās a scaffold.
āOh,ā Patton breathes in, fingers curling tight around his satchel strap. āThey just- parade them around? Like criminals?ā
As they pass a set of guards and Janus points out a row of cakes in a window to draw attention away from them, Logan, Roman, and Virgil spot the ropes looped over the tree branches above the platform. Parading them around is the least of their worries.
All is well for the first day theyāre there, though. Logan and Virgil walk through the town a few times, intentionally past guards, and talk as if theyāre both just scribes for the queen (as suggested by Janus). Virgil leaves his cloak in the inn theyāre staying at, hiding it beneath Pattonās satchel and Loganās coat. They all avoid any mention of magic or sorcery or elements, period, as they go about gathering supplies and resting before they leave to continue their quest.
And then Pattonās sleeves catches just barely on a candle one night, and without thinking, Virgil waves the tiny flame away.
It takes them all a moment to process it, but as soon as they do, they go still.
Virgilās heart is pounding in his chest as he stares at the plate of food in front of him, praying that everyone else had been busy with their own meals; Janus takes a casual look around the room to see who may have witnessed the fatal slip-up.
A second later, he returns to his food like nothing happened and mutters under his breath, āI think weāre good.ā Ā
They all let out the breath theyād been holding and continue eating as nonchalantly as possible. They finish their meal in peace, get back to their rooms without fanfare, and late in the night, they decide itās best to get out now before they risk another slip up with much less luck on their side.
Theyāre out of the inn easy, and set down the road to the exit gate of the town, quiet and quick.
It only takes one minute.
One minute, and Virgil realizes heās left his cloak in the inn. One minute where he turns to go back for it without thinking, because he put so much work and time and comfort into that cloak so long ago, his most prized possession, thereās no doubt that he needs it. One minute for him to rush in and out off the inn, already shrugging it back on.
One minute behind the group, and then heās cornered.
Thereās men - only two of them, but taller than him, and even with the dim light of the moon, he recognizes the all-too-cheery face of Carac and the guard by his side.
āWell, what are you doing out so late?ā Carac beams, adjusting his vest and brushing off the insignia as Virgil just stares at him, wide-eyed, his mind working too quickly and shakily to be of any help. āHad to get your cloak? Itās very well-made, I donāt blame you. Whereād you get it from?ā
Virgilās gaze flicks to the guard, to the sword at his side. āI made it,ā he says after a second, low and forcibly calm.
āOh! Well, itās lovely. You know, I could have sworn Iāve seen that embroiderinā style somewhere before. It was a long time ago, Iām not sure I can remember exactly what,ā he says, tilting his head, ābut you know whatās funny? I do believe Iāve seen it in a tapestry or two.ā
āTapestries tend to use embroidery,ā Virgil deadpans.
Carac smiles brighter. āThat they do, that they do. But did you know tapestries can tell stories? And the stories I always see those curly hems in are about our townās poor revolt.ā
āInteresting.ā Carac narrows his eyes, his smile just a shadow. āIf you donāt mind, though, I really need to go-ā
āWe know youāre magic, boy.ā Virgilās mouth snaps shut as Carac blocks his path, motioning for the guard to step forward. Just past their heads, Virgil can see the scaffold, can just make out the ropes dangling over the scuffed wood. His stomach sinks as he imagines that wood dropping from under his feet. āI thought our town rules were clear - we like to be courteous to our guests, you know. It really hurts when our hospitality is taken advantage of. But at least weāll get a show tomorrow.ā
And Virgil knows, as gutwrenching as it is in his chest to realize, that he has two choices and two choices only. He could try and run now, pray to whatever higher power existed that he could outrun Carac and the guard and whatever forces they had hiding in the shadows - or he could use his magic and prove his guilt, risking his friends and his life should the townspeople see him. Both feel like a death wish.
But if heās going to die, as his moment of fight-or-flight tells him he might, then heās going out on fight.
He digs his heels into the ground, focuses on the sensation of heat buzzing in his palms, readies the strongest flame his adrenaline and skill allow (and barely notices that fire usually doesnāt buzz)-
And then an arrow flies past his head.
It takes him a second to realize it wasnāt aimed at him - it skimmed Caracās left ear, drawing blood and an indignant cry from the man as he and the guard whip around to face their assailant. Virgilās flame dies out as he looks with them- and thereās Roman in the road with his bow, another arrow already knocked and aimed directly at Caracās forehead.
āNice to see you again, Carac,ā he says brightly, like he isnāt ready to headshot a guy. āIām terribly sorry to interrupt, but I need that fellow,ā he nods his head to Virgil without moving the arrow from its target, āso our crew can be on our merry way. Itās getting late, you know, and we really need to get back on the road; Iām sure you understand.ā
Caracās lips curl. Ā The guard beside Carac places his hand on his swordās handle, looking like a deer caught by its hunter when Romanās gaze flicks to him for just a second. āHeās a sorcerer, in our town. Heās not going anywhere.ā
Roman raises his eyebrows - it almost feels as if heās mocking Carac, feigning surprise, though his bow stays steady. āVirgil, you should have told me. This whole time weāve been spending hours trying to light fires and you could have just zapped one into existence for us? I feel betrayed.ā
āDonāt play dumb,ā Carac snaps, and Romanās playful expression drops to something between boredom and annoyance. āWeāve been watching you lot since you walked up to the gates - we donāt take kindly to magic, and especially not when they lie to invade our town. Iād suggest you run along, pretty boy, and get out with the rest of your crew before we kill all of you for aiding a criminal.ā
For a moment, the town is dead quiet; Roman just stares at him, his jaw set.
āIād suggest letting him go,ā Roman says quietly, slowly, as he pulls his arrow back farther, ābefore I give you a third eye.ā
Carac stares right back. The guard beside him noticeably steps to the side, the hand on his sword handle dropping back down; Carac spares him a split second look with the fire of a betrayed commander in his eyes, before he glances at Virgil and back to Roman, his teeth grinding. Ā
Roman raises his chin, perfects his aim. āMy arms are getting tired, so Iād act quickly if I were you.ā
āFine,ā Carac hisses, reaching back to grab Virgilās arm and shoving him into the street toward Roman. āYou lot have one minute to get out of my town before I kill you all myself. If we ever see you here again, I wonāt be so merciful.ā
He grabs the guard by the arms, drags him into the nearest building, and slams the door.
āAnd you say Iām always getting myself into trouble,ā Roman says brightly, finally lowering his bow.
Virgil stares at him, eyes wide and heart still threatening to beat out of his chest. He canāt tell if itās the adrenaline or shock of the situation that renders him speechless, but instead of a reply, he just grabs Romanās wrist and takes off down the road toward the exit gate - he doesnāt know if Caracās one minute window was literal, but heās not taking any chances.
When they get back to the group - the other three are waiting just by the gate, with Janus smiling brightly at a guard with a knife embedded in the wall by his head and Logan figuring out how to work the opening mechanisms. Patton lights up when he sees them and hurriedly motions for them to come closer, out of the shop lightsā view.
They donāt ask questions. Virgil is glad, because frankly, he doesnāt know if heād be able to answer them; his wrists are still shaking by the time Logan gets the gate open, and his body is on high alert until the sun rises and they canāt see the little town behind them anymore; his mind flickers back to that grim platform long after that. Ā
Funny enough, though, he doesnāt think heād even need to answer any questions, should they ask. Roman sends his sidelong glances as they walk, makes up random conversations whenever Virgilās silence drags on longer than usual, responds to Logan and Janusā curious looks with unreadable ones that seem to answer their questions enough.
Virgil and Roman had yet to get along on this godforsaken quest, but with this far less combatant side of Roman now being presented to him, it might be more feasible than Virgil thought.
And he did kind of owe Roman his life.
...He could manage some friendlier banter.
#god I loved rescue fics#and I still do baby! my favorite genre!#anyway I do so love magic auās my current OC world that Iāve been obsessed with imagining and never writing is a wee little magic setting#got a girl who can turn into a magpie. I love magpies. also a guy whoās essentially a siren who falls in love with the guy whoās#(unknowingly) immune to magic. because I love verbally-powered characters never feeling safe in relationships cuz what if they magicked them#but actually this guy canāt be magicked! so yay love! Except that theyāre sort of enemies at first so just that small hump and then love!#I love enemies to lovers whag can I say#magpie girl is also gay and in love with the oracle girl of the group donāt worry#anyway š#2024 rb spree
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OKAY as per my last post - Logan would steal an artifact from a museum to study it, among other things - please imagine a story where thereās this precious, ancient tablet of unknown origin being displayed at a big museum in the city. Itās priceless, but the museum owner refuses to donate it to anthropologists/etc. until heās made his profit. Well, heās not the only one who wants the tablet, and neither are the anthropologists.Ā
Thereās Virgil, right - he got in with the wrong crowd when he was younger and desperate. Heās out of it now, but still desperate, because that wrong crowd is very much upset that one of their own betrayed them and ran away, so theyāre chasing after him. Heās sure if he can just pay them off, theyāll leave him alone (he just wants to be left alone). He sees the tablet in a museum flier on the street, and he sees his chance to pay his debt and finally be free. Could this land him in hot water? Maybe. But he doubts the heat could get any worse than the boiling stuff heās in now.Ā
Then thereās Janus. Janus doesnāt care for rich people. Itās nothing personal - not always, anyway - he just isnāt fond of luxurious excess when there are people dying in the streets because they canāt afford a drink of clean water. Heās no stranger to the greed of those with everything they could want already, and heās definitely no stranger to the thrill of taking away something they want very, very bad, so when he finds out about little olā museum owner and his oh-so-precious tablet, the next course of action is easy to think up: swipe it and watch the rich old man have a meltdown. Heās not sure what heāll do with the tablet afterwards, but heāll figure something brilliant out - something to really rub salt in the wound.Ā
Thereās also Roman - now, Roman doesnāt want the tablet for himself. He fancies himself a Robin Hood of sorts; having had his family treasures ripped away from him for the sake of rich tourists gawking at them through a wall of glass, Roman knows the pain of losing something that unique. So he has a life mission: take back what was stolen and return them to their original owners, those who deserve to keep them tangible in their history. When he sees the tablet, he knows what he needs to do. He knows the cluelessness about its origin will be solved sooner or later, but heād rather get it done sooner; just a little snatch, and heāll have it off to someone who knows how to find who it should be with, and all will be well.
On that note, thereās Remus. Remus also doesnāt care to own the tablet itself - he didnāt get any of the family heirlooms, and honestly he doesnāt care for antiques anyway, so his brotherās wholeĀ āgive to the rightful ownersā motif doesnāt strike him as worthwhile (although heās not actually aware his brother follows through with it). No, he just likes the thrill of a heist. Everything from the breaking in to the breaking out to the getaway is an adrenaline rush for him, and heās not exactly troubled by jailtime; even prisons have exits.Ā
And thereās Patton. Patton, whoās struggling to keep his late parentsā business afloat. Patton, who knows how hard his father worked to keep his family above his work. Patton, who knows his uncle has no such philosophy, who watched his fatherās health slowly decline as his uncle abandoned them all in their moment of need to curate his own prosperity on exploiting others. Patton, who believes in goodness, but who is willing to hold that up for a little bit for a tiny smidgen of vindication. And what better way to get that than to take the pride and joy of his uncleās new exhibit? Not forever - not even for long - and not for himself. For his dad and the miserable end to his life because his brother couldnāt stand to lose a little foot traffic.Ā
And there is, of course, an anthropologist. Logan was one of the first people to hear about the tabletās discovery, and itās not like anything heās ever seen, so the knowledge trapped in its carvings and cracks is no doubt invaluable - so you can imagine his outrage when he found out researchers like him wouldnāt get their hands (gloved, of course) on it for months, maybe years. Well, long story short, heās not waiting that long.
This is all fine and dandy, of course. Crime is nothing new - and heists are a classic! The only issue is when all six of them show up on the same night, and of course, only one of them can really carry out their plan in the moment. Sort of. When they set sight on each other, their first thought is a fight - well, what they get is security around the corner. So they scatter.Ā
What they quickly realize is one of them did get the tablet, but the others arenāt giving up the fight that quickly - cue a scavenger hunt/hot potato game across the city as they all scramble to be the owner of one ancient artifact come morning light.Ā
#I HAD A HEIST AU???????#AND I NEVER FUCKING WROTE IT???????#I LOVE HEISTS WHAT THE HELL#also guys I got diagnosed with adhd. last week. If that explains anything about how I ran this blog as a 17 year old#anyway HEISTS?????#2024 rb spree
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