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Monstrous Roommates AU
A Sanders Side AU featuring four completely Normal Roommates.
Well five. And normal isn't really accurate...
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The Latest Chapter of
Dead Poet's Society has gone up on Ao3
In which Remy is frivolous, Roman is sexy, Virgil is Spiderman and I remind readers that this is still set in the mid to late 90s.
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My friend: You better not be the cunty Frankenstein’s creature from R. B. Peak’s adaptation of Frankenstein
My rambunctious ass:
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"But I love thanksgiving!"
"No you don't, you love food."
Patton crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
"That's what thanksgiving is about!"
"I think it' more about the myth of white supremacy, the noble savage and the prelude to genocide." Virgil growled back.
"I'm pretty sure it has more to do with cranberries."
"I think I may be on my little sweet-tart's side on this." Roman weighed in. "Perhaps it hits different because I wasn't told the mythos as a child?"
Patton gave an offended gay gasp that he had absoltly picked up from Roman.
Logan sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was giving him a headache. Virgil had just woken up grouchy, it seemed and had started taking it out on the nearest stress- that being Patton's gleefull Thanksgiving Day plans. Their kitchen was absolutly stuffed with food, including a turkey that would only just fit in their oven.
"Listen, kiddo-" Patton started. "I know that they sure didn't treat the natives well, but that's no reason to give up on everything."
"Genocide, Patton." Virgil repeated. "Putting some cranberry jelly on it doesn't change that."
"But that's not what Thanksgiving is about!" the werewolf protested.
"That does seem to be the central narrative. I like a party as much as the next person- and I am looking forward to seeing Remy, but-"
"That's the point!" Patton whirled and pointed at Roman with a spatula. "Family! Food! Being together! coming together to enjoy a meal together!"
"Drinking yourself insensible so you don't have to deal with your relatives." Virgil provided.
"Charitably-" Logan offered "One could call it a harvest festival, though the average modern American is even further removed from that than they are the so-called 'First Thanksgiving'."
"Kind of an anti-harvest festival, given that harvest festivals are about expressing bounty, and lack of bounty is what brought on the first one, isn't it?" Roman asked.
Patton glared at them all.
"Pie is for festive people." he said tightly.
Virgil looked over to the veritable smorgasbord of different pies set out on the pass through counter.
"... okay fine, I'll set the table."
"Thank you!" Patton grinned.
"But no Christmas carols, and I'm still going to bitch about Black Friday."
"Your terms and conditions have been accepted!"
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Never Let Anyone Make You Believe that You are the Monster, My Beautiful New Prometheus.
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"Hey Virge."
Virgil looked up from what he was doing. Normally, he wouldn't stop working to talk to anyone when he was on the clock- he took his work seriously.
But he was writing a pop-song, and it was driving him nuts.
He'd been given a phrase and a feeling and was trying to turn it into something worth hearing, while adhering to the bubbly pop psudo punk the client was going for.
Also it was Thomas, and the ghost had been a bit drifty lately, making conversation less frequent.
"Sup." He answered.
"I was wondering." Thomas did that thing he did where he wans't fully visible, but gave the impression he was perching on something- in this case, the edge of Virgil's dresser. "You're an excellent musician, and I've seen you writing all sorts of songs, and mixing music and everything."
"Thanks." Virgil said a little awkwardly. He knew he was pretty good, but it was still weird to hear it, even though that's mostly where he made his money.
"And you said you played in bands back when you lived in the city when someone bugged out."
"Played with this one band almost a year before they found a bassist that didn't suck. I was on their debut album." he agreed.
"How come you never had a band of your own?"
Virgil snorted, but suppressed actual laughter.
"Well first off- I am not front-man material. In the least."
"I suppose that you don't really like being stared at."
"Yes, that too. But that's not why."
Thomas tipped his head (just a bit too far making him look more like a cartoon of a person than a person) and raised his eyebrows. Virgil smiled without thinking, even if it was a little weird. Thomas had started doing things like that shortly after he started manifesting visually. Logan thought it had something to do with how he thought of himself, and one of the first things they'd learned about Thomas was that he really loved cartoons. So if he pictured himself as a cartoon version of himself, his visible form would reflect that.
Virgil wondered if, given time, Thomas might start looking entirely like a cartoon, as he forgot more about himself as a living person.
"One second." He sent a text out. He was pretty sure that Logan and Roman had gone to a museum to be snarky about an exhibit, but Patton was probably in the house. "Alright, if you really want to know, I can show you."
"Please, you have more musical talent in one tooth than I had in my whole body, and I did a lot of singing."
"Uh-huh." Virgil looked at the ghost skeptically. He went over to the door, opened it and called down stairs. "Hey Patton, I'm going to sing."
There was a faint strained whine and then a faint
"Have fun!" followed by a door closing.
"You can do it!" Roman called, a little closer. "I believe in you."
"Oh fuck off." Virgil retorted, and Roman laughed.
Thomas snorted, shifting in place and folding his arms.
"Now you're just being theatrical."
Virgil smiled sarcastically and hummed under his breath. Then he started singing
For a few moments Thomas felt justified. But then- it was wrong. He couldn't put his finger on why but it was wrong. Technically the melody and the tune were there, and he was hitting the notes. But it echoed and it warped and it just sounded wrong, like someone was purposefully playing with sliders on a mixing board.
Outside, Patton started howling, sounding a little hurt himself. Virgil stopped, coughed, and put his hand over his mouth looking a bit embarrassed. There were a few more baying howls, and then an apologetic sounding bark.
"It used to be I just was a little flat, you know? I know how music works." His voice sounded rough. "but not really vocalist quality. But then uh." He looked even more embarrassed. "Something happened, and now my voice does that when I sing. I don't mind that-" Virgil hastened to add. "Since I don't have to sing to play instruments or even write or mix music. But it sounds worse recorded, believe it or not."
"Well." Thomas flickered a bit, and gave a lop sided smile. "There's always death metal."
"A favorite of ghosts everywhere." Virgil agreed, and Thomas laughed himself invisible.
#Sanders Sides Fic#monsterous roomates au#TS Virgil#TS Thomas#is this because I keep making Virgil Musical for no reason so I wanted to mess with him?#Maybe a little#Vampire!Virgil
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Please enjoy this cute sapphic comic about accidentally adopting a werewolf from the pound based on this post. (Except I made it gay.) Meet Sabine and Jazz as they fall in loooove.
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#werewolf#werewolf story#Virgil: oh is that how you kept from being adopted in the pound#Patton: I choose to remain silent.
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Please enjoy this cute sapphic comic about accidentally adopting a werewolf from the pound based on this post. (Except I made it gay.) Meet Sabine and Jazz as they fall in loooove.
If you enjoyed please consider donating to my Kofi! Comics are a labor of love and tips really really help me out while I'm in school!
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some of the more degraded Fayum funerary portraits, 1st century AD - 200 AD
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Are we going to find out what Dee is other than a graphic artist?
oh yes, they're in an upcoming story. I just have to hit a couple plot points first.
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https://youtu.be/bstxfxXN6qA
Hey did you know that your AU has a theme song by Thomas!
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not much of an ask just wanted to say i'm so glad i found this blog bc i've been following this AU on AO3 but i love the little bonus stuff and i'm obsessed w the characterization and world building you are such a good writer, i hope you're having a great day <33
OMG thank you. <3
I'm always surprised when people like this au, even though I personally love it. (I also love world building)
ps. this is a great kind of ask.
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#Patton would like to know why you're making your religious problems his#also he smells like a wet dog and that sucks
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Holiday Plans (Monstrous Roommates AU fic)
So the thing is: Fireworks go boom.
(on Ao3)
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There were raised voices in the kitchen, which was surprising. Thomas rose up out of his doze and headed over, more or less sitting on the kitchen pass through. All four of his roommates were gathered around the table, which had lots of pieces of paper on it, and Logan’s laptop to one side. The paper proved to be a map of the surrounding area, from the looks of things printed off Google and patched together.
“-this does of course, not include people who have just gotten them somewhere and will let them off whenever they please.”
“Yeah but those are quieter.” Virgil countered. Patton whined uncomfortably, leaning against Roman. Roman was perched on the counter, and kissed Patton’s neck in response.
Virgil glared down at the paper.
“We can’t do anything about those. So planning for them is out.”
“Barring weather conditions they’ll start here at eight forty five on the second, continuing here and here until ten at the latest.” He drew points on the map, and after a moment’s study, Virgil drew circles around them.
“Again, the weather’ll change it, but that’s about the range.”
Thomas moved past them, and brushed up against Patton and Roman, letting them know he was there with a chill.
“Hello Thomas.” Roman said brightly, but looking in the wrong direction.
“Over here.” Thomas corrected, pushing himself to become visible. “Sorry, went through you a little bit.”
“So that’s what that was.” Patton gave a weak smile.
“What’s going on?” Thomas asked. Over at the kitchen table, Logan and Virgil had changed pen colors, apparently, and were discussing the third.
“Fourth of July plans.” Roman explained.
“Ah, gonna find the best place to watch the fireworks?”
Before anyone could answer, there was a sharp echoing bang somewhere down the street. Patton jumped and whined, fingernails looking at little dark and thick where he was holding on to Roman’s arms.
There was a pause, then another bang. Outside there was a flash of light.
“... firework.” Logan said after a moment. “Not gun.”
“You’re sure?” Virgil asked. Logan nodded. Now that he was looking, Logan looked a little strained as well, and Virgil was chewing on the cord to his hoodie.
“Not quite.” Roman smiled at Thomas. “My beloveds do not care for fireworks. Logan is bothered by the lights, Patton is bothered by the sound, and Virgil hates both of them. Our last home was in the city, and the fireworks usually were set off at the edges, or more lost to the city sounds.”
“And assholes who shot ‘em off early got caught by the police. All cops may be bastards, but at least they knew a fire hazard when they saw it.” Virgil said grumpily.
“We weren’t quite prepared for how… enthusiastic the area was last year.” Logan explained. “This year, I have made some charts, and Virgil is helping me estimate how far the sound will carry.” He frowned down at his map. “We’re in an overlap for no less than three displays- and four on the fourth itself, oddly enough.”
“So I’m guessing no barbeque?” Thomas joked.
“We will probably be leaving tomorrow morning.” Roman confirmed. “I quite like fireworks, but I wouldn’t want to leave them alone.”
“You don’t have to.” Patton mumbled. “You could stay and have a blast.” he gave a weak smile.
“Thank you, no.” He kissed the top of Patton’s head. “If I want to see fireworks, I’ll take a trip down to Disney.”
“Disney.” Virgil and Logan groaned together, and Virgil made another mark on the map, down at the edge.
“I never thought it was an option.” Patton told Thomas. “When I was younger I just had to put up with it, because no one else seemed to have a problem.”
“If we can’t find a good place, it’s going to be noise canceling headphones and a lan party this year.” Virgil grumbled. “I mean, fun, but I’d rather not be forced into it. But we don’t want to go too far, and we need someplace to stay. So it’s tricky.” he sighed. “I remember I liked the fireworks when I was a kid, but now it’s just too bright and loud.”
Logan reached out and patted Virgil’s shoulder, staring down at the map.
“Why don’t you guys go somewhere else entirely?”
“Well, I’m still concerned about the epidemic, personally.” Logan pointed out. “Of the four of us, I am the most likely to contract a disease. Beyond that…” he shook his head. “It’s not as if we can travel far outside the United States in any good time. So anywhere we went we would be faced with the same problem. I think preparation like this is as good as it’s going to get.”
“Last year of highschool, Logan and I went camping. We hiked for miles out into the wilderness.” Patton offered.
“The stars were lovely.” Logan remembered.
“Yeah, but you were so sore you could hardly walk back.” Patton gave a whine of concern.
“We perhaps pushed too hard.”
“It took us twice as long to get back.” Patton admitted. “We ran out of food and I had to hunt. So even if we were near a big enough park, I don’t know if I’d wanna risk it.”
“I should hope I’m in better shape now, with all the effort I put into physical therapy.” Logan huffed. “But I suppose it’s better not to take that risk.”
“I mean, I could probably carry you back, but I’m not a huge fan of camping in the first place.” Virgil said with a grimace.
“It sounds like you need an off highway motel. Most of those are further away from towns.” Thomas suggested. “If you had more time, you might be able to find like an island rental in the keys.”
“I vote that!” Roman said excitedly. “No fireworks for you and a beach for me!”
“Yeah, sure.” Virgil said sarcastically. “You find one and I’ll put up with being on a boat.”
Roman pulled out his phone and started typing, and Virgil rolled his eyes, going back to his intense map-marking with Logan.
“Are you going to be okay Thomas?” Patton asked suddenly.
“Yeah, I’m used to being alone.” Thomas admitted, flickering a little bit. He didn’t like it, but really, being a ghost lent itself to being lonesome. From the expression on Patton’s face he felt bad about it. Logan and Virgil argued quietly about locations and populations.
They were still at it a half an hour later, when Roman’s phone pinged and he looked at it.
“Ah-ha! I’ve got it!”
“What?” Virgil looked surprised.
“I put out some feelers- okay, Remy helped, and he and his mind-witch want to come as well.” Roman smiled brilliantly. “We have, should we want it, a private island for the week. With a nice little vacation home.” there was another ping. “Ah-” Roman’s shoulders shook as he laughed looking at the message. “Apparently it’s a summer home of someone Remy knows, and they go north for the Fourth. And it’s no longer optional. Remy says he’s going to show up at our door tomorrow. With a minivan.”
“If Remy’s willing to drive a minivan, it must be serious.” Virgil said with a straight face.
“Ah well.” Logan looked at the map. “It was a fun mental exercise.” He began folding up the map, and putting the pens into a cup.
“We should go pack, I guess.” Virgil rubbed the back of his neck. “Sunscreen time.”
“I wish you could come with us.” Patton told Thomas.
“Yeah. Me too.” he smiled, and faded out.
#willow is writing#monster au#sanders sides fic#ts roman#ts virgil#ts logan#ts patton#ts thomas#holiday fic
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Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series), Thomas Sanders Shorts
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders & Sleep | Remy Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Sleep | Remy Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders
Characters: Sleep | Remy Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, October | Toby Sanders, OFC, OMC, The Critic (Sanders Sides)
Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Blood, Violence, monster au, Vampire Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Vampire Sleep | Remy Sanders, mid ninetys fashion, Casual Sex, Scars, we respect sexworkers here sir, 90s goth Virgil is a gift, Horror Elements, Sex Work, Sort Of, Pizza, Claustrophobia, Buried Alive, Temporary Amnesia, Casual Drug Use, Gaslighting, prolonged flashback, Dehumanizing Language, Genderfluid Character, in the 90s economy?, Alcohol, Attempted Sexual Assault, Vampire Sex
Series: Part 4 of Before they were Roommates, Part 24 of Monstrous Roommates
Summary:
Remy is back in New York after some time away, and gets to introduce two of his favorite people to each other.
Neither Virgil nor Roman is particularly pleased about this, at least at first.
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I’m so glad I got a chapter done this month.
Added a couple new tags!
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Chapters: 7/?
Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series), Thomas Sanders Shorts
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders & Sleep | Remy Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Sleep | Remy Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders
Characters: Sleep | Remy Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, October | Toby Sanders, OFC, OMC, The Critic (Sanders Sides)
Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Blood, Violence, monster au, Vampire Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Vampire Sleep | Remy Sanders, mid ninetys fashion, Casual Sex, Scars, we respect sexworkers here sir, 90s goth Virgil is a gift, Horror Elements, Sex Work, Sort Of, Pizza, Claustrophobia, Buried Alive, Temporary Amnesia, Casual Drug Use, Gaslighting, prolonged flashback, Dehumanizing Language, Genderfluid Character, in the 90s economy?
Series: Part 4 of Before they were Roommates, Part 24 of Monstrous Roommates
Summary:
Remy is back in New York after some time away, and gets to introduce two of his favorite people to each other.
Neither Virgil nor Roman is particularly pleased about this, at least at first.
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