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Add some Dragon Magic to your holiday season with some orgonite ornaments!
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Use them on your Yule tree, hang them on your altar, or use them to boost plant growth!
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Got some really cool things to on my altar! It was from wonderland. Went for incense came out stealing these amazing pieces! . . . . . . . . . . . . . #crystals #dragonwitch #dragons #dragonmagic #witch #witchesofinstagram #witchcraft https://www.instagram.com/p/CoiMBdMPFy0jc48zByEghibJqWELWBuYtNpIUs0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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be unbroken or be brave again (3)
warnings: threats, fear, arguing, cliffhanger
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The first obstacle to their little road trip was convincing Roman to dress appropriately for the journey.
The armor itself wasn’t all that stand-out. Patton had seen plenty of well-funded mercenaries out there who could afford an enchantment or two for their greaves. The coat of arms stamped on everything, on the other hand…
In all fairness, they had kidnapped the guy. He’d already been uncertain about, well, just about everything in the situation so far, and now he was being told that he couldn’t even wear his favorite accessories.
Patton would have had a little bit more sympathy if the accessories in question weren’t all emblazoned with the decorative sigil of Faerin, a kingdom that had personally victimized his best friend, as well as frequently seeming to make trouble whenever and wherever it pleased.
Plus, the other thing was—
“If you walk into town with that on, we’re all gonna get jumped,” Virgil said bluntly, waggling the blade of Roman’s dagger at the coat of arms brightly emblazoned on multiple pieces of the knight’s armor. “Seriously, ditch it.”
Roman huffed, holding a scandalized hand up to his chest as though Virgil had told him to strip down to his trousers and jump into a briar patch. “We will not get attacked! Faerin isn’t currently at war with any of the nearby territories.”
“Wow, real gracious of them,” Virgil replied flatly, and Patton jumped in to prevent the tensions from rising any further.
“Roman, kiddo, it’s not really about the war,” he explained, holding his hands up peaceably. “It’s more about all the taxes. People really don’t like the kingdom’s policies, so as soon as you get clear of the enforced territories, well. Folks out here tend to atax first, ask questions second when it comes to Faerin.”
Virgil snorted, leaning back against the wall and twirling the blade in his hand smoothly. He had flatly refused to give the dagger back to Roman even when Patton asked him in private, which was how he knew this little venture was really putting his friend on edge.
It wasn’t fair of him to ask Virgil to do this, not really, but he couldn’t help but ask anyhow. To meet another survivor of one of the worst days of his life and find that they’d developed a hatred of the very one who’d saved him that day… it was too sad to bear, so Patton was going to fix it! Or, he was going to try really hard to, at least.
The fixing process would have gone much smoother if the pair of them would stop jumping like startled cats every time one or the other did anything, but Patton had no say in that. Virgil was twitchy by nature, and Roman had proven rather reactive himself.
“These could have perfectly useful applications as well, you know!” Roman huffed, running his fingers over the embroidered underlayer he’d been about to put on. “Imagine if we run into a fellow Faerin knight out there? My kingdom’s symbol could grant us an ally, as simply as that, giving us more protection from malignant forces!”
Patton resisted the urge to grimace at the very idea.
Less restrained, Virgil reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose for a moment, and then huffed out a disbelieving exhale, sheathing the dagger. “Okay, sure, let’s imagine that. After you get done exchanging obnoxiously overdramatic greetings with this imaginary knight who somehow survived out there without getting robbed, what then? What do you think your fellow knight will have to say when you let it slip that I’m a dragonwitch, infamously the number one enemy of your kingdom?”
Roman immediately descended into sputtering, his shoulders hunching at Virgil’s sharp critiques. “We— Obviously I would inform them of the specifics of the situation, and let them know that despite what it may look like, there’s no reason to worry and nothing to fear, for I have everything well in hand!”
At the words, Virgil went still for a moment, a sudden edge of danger seeping into his rigid posture. Pushing off the wall, he stalked closer to where Roman stood, gaze flinty and mouth slanted. For every step closer he got, Roman’s shoulders bunched up further with tension, his hand dropping to his hip as though to draw a blade that was no longer sheathed there.
Patton thought about getting involved, and then decided that he couldn’t step in every time the two of them started bickering. He had to let them do some olive branching of their own! Virgil wasn’t the best gardener, but anyone could wield a spade if they tried hard enough! It would probably be fine.
… Emphasis on probably.
For his part, Virgil leaned forward slowly until he was practically looming over Roman, and let his leathery wings slowly rise like the mantle of a bird of prey, the early morning light reflecting off his scales like oil gleaming in a lantern’s glow. He tilted his head with a menacing, narrow-eyed smile, sharp teeth on full display. “Do you have everything well in hand, Princey?”
Roman swallowed, lifting his chin to meet Virgil’s gaze head-on. “As far as anyone needs to know, yes.”
Despite his bravado, his hands were clenched into shaking fists at his sides. Virgil’s malicious smile eased into something harder to read, and he rolled his eyes before backing off.
“Just get rid of the sigils. We don’t need the trouble.”
Roman’s brow furrowed for a moment, his expression hard to read, but this time, he didn’t protest.
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The second obstacle to their road trip was convincing Roman to actually get on the road.
Or, rather, on the dragon.
“There is absolutely no way I am literally placing my life in the claws of a dragon,” Roman stated plainly, expression dour. He was trying to look aloof, but the effect was ruined by the way his gaze kept roaming back to rest on the large footprints Virgil had left in the dirt when they’d first arrived back home, unconscious knight in hand.
“That’s probably the smartest thing he’s said all day,” Virgil added unhelpfully, picking dirt out from beneath aforementioned claws with his pilfered blade. “Give the guy a prize.”
“Virgil,” Patton said, exasperated, before turning to Roman. “There’s no need to worry, Virgil is a very safe flier. Plus, you’ve already done this once before, remember?”
“You know, I actually don’t recall! How strange,” Roman retorted, re-adjusting his pauldron in short, jerky motions. “It’s almost as though someone clubbed me over the head with a big rock or something. Imagine that!”
Patton’s cheeks went a little hot, and he cleared his throat pointedly. “Well, I was there, and he was very careful to make sure neither of us got hurt! To be honest, I was pretty darn nervous being that high up, too. Really, heights like that aren’t always fall they’re cracked up to be!”
“Don’t add pun-based insult to my injury, I beseech you,” Roman replied, grimacing. “And I’m not afraid of heights themselves, I’m afraid of being dropped from them!”
Virgil snorted, finally sticking the sheathed dagger in his boot and ambling away from them. “If you want to avoid assassination attempts, maybe stop giving out free ideas, Princey. Not that it matters. If I was going to kill you, I’d do it human-shaped. More fun that way.”
Ignoring Patton’s exasperated look and Roman’s squawk of offense alike, Virgil walked over to the middle of the clearing, taking care to circle around the daffodils Patton had planted as he went. He stopped once he had a wide stretch of space between him and any potential obstacles, glancing back over briefly with his lips pressed tightly together.
Patton gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up, mostly to encourage and support him, and a little bit to remind him that no matter what happened with Roman, Patton would always be there at his best friend’s side.
Virgil offered him a slight upturn of the lips, more grimace than smile, but he seemed a bit more relaxed when he closed his eyes and turned away from them, hand lifting to press against the little purple stone set between his collarbones.
“Wait, he’s not actually going to—,” Roman started, only to be cut off by Patton flapping his hands at him in a shushing gesture, eyes still locked on his friend.
Virgil rolled his shoulders, drew his wings close around himself, and then began to stretch the leathery appendages out, wider and wider. There was a thick crackling noise, like bones snapping or lightning running through an old tree, and with a twist, Virgil shifted into his largest form.
It only took a few moments, the air around him warping strangely, and then, there he stood, tail brushing the ground as he shook himself like a very, very oversized dog after a bath. The dust stirred around them from the intensity of it.
Roman had yelped and skipped back a fair few steps, but Patton didn’t bother even shuffling out of the way. Sure enough, none of those huge claws even got close enough to think about grazing him.
He knew his friend, and so he knew that Virgil was a worrier like no other. Frankly, Virgil’s pinky finger probably held more caution in it than a grown man or three had in their whole bodies. His human pinky, not the dragon one, to boot.
Patton was probably the safest he’d ever been, standing in the shadow of Virgil’s wings. He sure felt that way, at least.
“Hey, kiddo!”
Virgil perked up at the call, shuffling around a bit to lower his big scaly head into closer range. He was rumbling low in his chest, not necessarily loudly, but still definitely big enough that Patton could feel the noise in his bones.
He reached out and embraced the surprisingly soft snout as Virgil nudged it lightly against him, huffing lightly and waiting patiently for Patton to get his fill of impromptu dragon cuddles.
Patton smiled to himself. This was a far better sight to see than the nervous, flinching way that Virgil had acted that first time he’d shifted, when he kept sneaking glances at Patton like he was waiting for him to realize what he was and run screaming for the hills.
When he finally pulled back and turned to grab their bags, he found Roman standing only a few meters away, looking more strung out than a ball of yarn rolled down a hill. His hand was once again hovering near his side as though seeking a weapon to draw, a nervous tell.
“Is he still… He’s kept his mind?” Roman asked, eyes flickering down to Patton for the briefest moment before returning to the intense stare he was directing at Virgil.
Patton reminded himself that in Roman’s eyes, the only reason a dragonwitch would take this form would be to wreak havoc, and managed to keep himself from frowning too overtly at the knight.
“Virgil is Virgil, no matter which form he’s in,” he replied, forcing some pep into his step as he scooped up the first of their bags. “He’s just a little more… caught up in his instincts, when he’s in this form.”
That was how Virgil had explained all the happy rumbling and gentle nudges the first time, at least. Patton had made the merciful decision not to tease him about the purring.
“Oh, so murder is still on the table, then,” Roman muttered, finally breaking the stare-off to avert his gaze as Patton sent him a pointed look. “Joking! Just a joke, much like the one our reptilian associate made mere moments ago!”
“Mhmm,” Patton hummed dubiously as he turned back to Virgil. “Well, Mister Jokester, it’s time to get moving! We wouldn’t want the daylight hours to drag-on without us!”
Apparently feeling more confident now that he was the size of a house, Virgil yawned loudly— the sight of which made Roman go a bit grey— and then settled into a resting position to allow Patton to clamber up onto his back.
It only took a handful of minutes for Patton to successfully haul up and tie down their bags, with Virgil’s ears carefully flicking back to listen to his humming as he made sure everything was tightly secured to the spikes along his dragonic friend’s spine.
It took more than twice that time for Roman to stop staring dumbfoundedly at Virgil and actually begin to approach.
Of course, the moment he got within a few meters range, Virgil’s large slitted pupil flicked over to watch the knight, making him freeze mid-step like a deer before a mountain lion.
Patton resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he slid down to stand at Virgil’s side. At this rate, they wouldn’t even get off the ground until noon.
“That’s Roman, remember?” he reminded Virgil, reaching up to pat his shoulder in the hopes of helping him refocus on the task at hand. “You looked after him while he was sick, and now he’s traveling with us for a bit.”
Virgil blinked, his gaze still following Roman’s every move, with far less irritation than Patton would have expected. His pupils had even rounded out slightly, making him look far more friendly in Patton’s opinion.
For some reason, this didn’t seem to reassure Roman.
“C’mon!” Patton gestured for Roman to approach, and Roman shook his head vehemently, as though Patton was insane for even asking.
As though prompted by the exchange, Virgil rumbled and shuffled around a bit in place, his paws creeping forward and head dipping lower in a pose that Patton didn’t recognize until he noticed the dragon’s tail swishing back and forth behind him.
Roman picked up on what was about to happen much quicker, going by the way he went pale and immediately attempted to scramble away.
“Virgil, wait—,” Patton attempted, and then sighed as his friend lunged forward like a cat pouncing, eliciting a terrified shriek from the knight they were supposed to be befriending.
Well. At least none of the bags had been jarred loose by the motion.
The screaming was a little concerning, but Patton was sure that Virgil wasn’t going to murder the guy or anything, so he didn’t bother rushing as he circled around to see what was going on.
What was going on was that Virgil had neatly pinned Roman down with one clawed paw, and was now snuffling at him intently.
Huh. That was a lot less aggressive posturing than Patton had expected, honestly. The more he watched, the more it looked like Virgil was checking Roman over the same way he had inspected Patton for injuries earlier, all gentle nudges and enquiring chuffs.
Not that one would have guessed listening to them. Roman yowled like he was being murdered for at least a solid half a minute after it became clear that there was no mauling going on. Patton pursed his lips, trying not to look too amused at the knight’s expense.
“He’s just checking on you,” he took the opportunity to say once Roman’s shouts had wound down to bewildered, rapid breathing. “He did the same to me, remember?”
Roman shot him a panicked, disbelieving glance from under his impromptu dragon-paw prison. “Yours was far less intensive than— than this!”
Patton shrugged. “Maybe he was just more worried because you were so sick for a while there?”
It made sense, when he thought about it. Virgil had always been a real mother hen whenever Patton so much as got the sniffles, and that was with a much smaller fraction of a dragon’s instinctual possessive worry. Patton had always endured his best friend’s neuroses about illness with as much patience as he could manage, but Roman hadn’t been willing to let Virgil do so much as a checkup once he’d woken up properly. Virgil’s pride wouldn’t let him insist on looking after the slayer after he was conscious enough to be kind of a jerk again, but not knowing the condition of someone he’d been responsible for had to be driving his friend crazy.
“Worried wasn’t really the impression I was getting from Virgil,” Roman gasped out, the tension in his frame slowly leaking away the longer he remained unharmed.
“Really?” Patton asked, a little surprised despite knowing his friend wasn’t exactly the open type. “Well, there’s your first lesson: Virgil’s always worried.”
The dragon in question glanced over at Patton a little sourly, and whuffled at Roman one last time before withdrawing, apparently entirely unapologetic for nearly scaring the soul out of their guest.
Roman lay on the ground for a moment longer, looking a little like he’d been struck by a runaway carriage. He sat up and patted himself down as though checking that he was still all in one piece.
He was, of course. Virgil sent him a slanted, disdainful look for thinking otherwise.
“Are you ready to give this a proper try, now?” Patton asked with an encouraging grin, reaching out to offer him a hand up.
Roman cleared his throat extensively, looking a little red around the ears, but ultimately accepted the help without much protest. He took a deep breath, regaining his composure.
This time, when he turned to survey Virgil’s draconic form, it was with more wary determination than outright fear.
“Very well,” he said, stepping forward. “Let’s get this over with.”
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The third obstacle to their road trip was finding a place to stop for the night.
Not, as one might assume, because of a lack of safe or viable options on the ground below. No, it was convincing his companions to land at all that was proving to be the issue.
As it turned out, Roman’s fear of the flight had lasted for about as long as it took for Virgil to do his first midair spin, at which point he’d whooped with astounded delight so loudly that even folks on the next continent over had probably heard him.
“Gods above, you’re fast!” he’d gasped, clinging to Virgil’s leg as the land flashed by distantly below them. “There’s no way you could do that from higher up, though.”
It seemed Virgil was easier to goad than ever in this form, because he’d immediately taken a sharp incline, earning him yelps from his passengers. Between the two of them, the bulk of their flight was spent doing gravity-defying tricks and thrilling dives to just barely skim the mountains below.
Patton was glad they’d found something in common at last. He would have preferred they bond over a hobby that wasn’t so terribly dangerous and liable to make him so dizzy he upchucked, but beggars couldn’t be choosers!
He really was begging to reach land soon, though. Best friend or no, there was only so much strain a guy’s poor heart could take.
Plus, he’d plotted out their course with a little detour, and if they kept racing on like this, they might overshoot it completely. They were traveling all this way, it would be a downright shame if they couldn’t at least stop by and say hello to one of Virgil’s other buddies!
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The fourth obstacle in their road trip was that Patton had forgotten just what kinds of acquaintances a Dragonwitch might have.
Or more importantly— what these acquaintances might think of the company Virgil was currently keeping.
This particular obstacle arrived at their camp that night in the form of an arm suddenly wrapping around Patton’s neck from behind, tugging him into a barely bearable chokehold as Virgil bolted to his feet and growled out a vicious warning.
Across from him, Roman was in a similar situation, but with a wicked-looking serrated blade pressed right up against his jugular, and a pair of unearthly yellow eyes visible over his shoulder.
“My, my,” a smooth voice broke the silence, making Virgil twitch. “I wonder what business a Faerin knight and his tagalongs have in my stretch of the woods?”
Uh oh. It looked like maybe their little detour would take longer than he’d expected…
#buobba#sanders sides fic#ts patton#ts roman#ts virgil#be unbroken or be brave again#my writing#writing#if i am missing tags. sory.
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Roman got into a fight with the dragonwitch
(He was trying to make toast and accidentally burned himself)
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Fortnight of Books: 2023
Day 1:
Overall - best books read in 2023?
non-fiction -
Dominion: How the Christian Revolution Changed the World by Tom Holland
Orthodoxy by G. K. Chesterton
these two paired together so well--the one as a historical overview, the other addressing the conclusions
Grandmother's Garden: The Old-Fashioned American Garden 1865-1915 by May Brawley Hill
art and flowers and cameos by people I'd heard of in other contexts
fiction -
Starflower by Anne Elisabeth Stengel
The World's Greatest Detective by Caroline Carlson
Green Dolphin Street by Elizabeth Goudge
hey, look, I managed some variety in the fiction category!
Best series you discovered in 2023?
I had to dig through my reading list to discover that I did, in fact, read some new series and not just rereads
The City Between by W. R. Gingell (it feels like an old favorite already, okay)
Skyriders by Polly Holyoke (it's supposed to become a series, anyway, and I would like more flying horses please and thank you)
Best reread of the year?
lots of rereads means lots of contenders...
Dragonwitch and Golden Daughter by Anne Elisabeth Stengel
The Scottish Chiefs by Jane Porter
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@yourdragonwitchroyalty ’s Dtiys caught my eye and I decided to do some experimenting with my art so~
I drew the lads! Basically, I sketched the way I normally do but decreased the opacity as I went closer to the finish so that the first layers still show through!
Fun stuff, congrats to them for gaining 500 followers on Instagram 🎉!
^^ Our dragonwitch royalty’s original ^^
[Individual Layers under the readmore]
#my art stff#ts roman sanders#ts virgil sanders#sanders sides#tss art#eh might fiddle around with the style a bit more but colors are a fun perk of digital#my art
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Artist sebastien grenier…DragonWitch 😈 ~ßεศş†~ https://www.instagram.com/p/CeUgHp4PU-4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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It was the quiet double tap on wood that drew Roman from his slumber. He groaned, burying his head deeper into his pillow before he reluctantly twisted his head, slowly opening one eye to see the time.
3:28AM
Roman moaned, closing his eye again and pulling the blanket over his head. Hadn’t he told the Dragonwitch that even though 3am was the witching hour, that didn’t mean she could disturb him then? A Prince needs his rest. He had sworn that he’d made the point perfectly clear last time--
The soft double tap came again.
Roman frowned into his pillow. That wasn’t from his realm. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, staring at his bedroom door. Who in the mindscape would be awake at this hour-- He shook his head. That was a dumb thought. With how late Thomas liked to stay up it could be anyone on the other side.
Roman moved slowly off the bed and leaned up against the door, head resting on the back of his hand, not quite willing to open it when he was unpresentable and called out: “What?”
Silence. And then. A faint tap tap. More hesitant than before.
Roman let out a long breath. “I’m not opening this door until you announce yourself.” He said loud enough for whoever was on the other side to hear.
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Sanders Sides AU
Okay so, I’m thinking sort-of-Reverse-Isekai, in which Thomas is just like Canon c!Thomas minus having started Sanders Sides (all his other works up to and including Roleslaying exist, just not TSS), but the sides are characters from various games he’s played that just APPEAR in his apartment one day.
The only thing they all have in common (besides them all bearing a striking resemblance to C!Thomas once they’re turned into real people and no longer bound to their respective games’ graphical limitations,) is that each of them was his favorite character from each game they came from (meaning no two came from the same game, not even Roman and Remus.)
Details for each boi under the cut.
Roman
Game genre: 2D Roguelite with platforming elements (Think Dead Cells but with Odin Sphere: Leifthrasir’s drop-dead gorgeous artstyle)
* Roman is one of the only two named by Thomas rather than by his own game, since his game has the player “name the spellbound prince” to act as their save file name.
* Thomas used to play his game a LOT but stopped largely due to an endgame difficulty spike after unlocking about 3/4ths of all the equipment/skills in the game. He does still do Daily Challenge runs since there’s no real pressure to beat them, though.
* Roman doesn’t know Thomas stopped trying in earnest to complete the main story, interpreting him only playing once per day as Thomas choosing to pace himself in their never-ending quest to bring an end to the Dragonwitch’s terrible reign once and for all.
* When Roman Reverse-Isekais into Thomas’s apartment, he has (and is stuck with) the starting loadout from that day’s Challenge and his base stats (low for him, but is still stronger, faster, and more agile than normal humans).
* Has a Katana as his melee weapon that materializes in his hand out of thin air and disappears if he lets go of it. Coincidentally, this katana was the last melee weapon Thomas was able to unlock in the main game before the insurmountable difficulty spike that made him stop.
* Has a red Magic Tome as his ranged weapon... which he throws at his targets and explodes on contact like an extra-touchy grenade.
* Yes, this was how it was used in the game, too, with flavor text advising the player to “Throw the book at ‘em!” appearing on screen when the Magic Tome is picked up. (This pun is Patton-Approved.)
* Has a “Summon Warhound” skill that summons wolfdog familiars for two minutes per pupper (it disappears with a puff of glittery smoke and a happy “arf!” when its time is up).
* Since “Summon Warhound” is only level one (because, again, it’s a starting loadout), Roman can only summon warhound puppies. Literally no one has any complaints about this.
* The vast majority of his confidence stemmed from the fact that, as a Roguelite Player Character, he basically had infinite lives. He tries not to let the fear of realizing that he might not have infinite lives anymore now that he’s “real” (and that he has no idea what to do with himself now) show.
Logan
Game Genre: Exercise and Health Tracker Phone app disguised as a Mobile Rhythm Game that can be synched to most consoles/TVs
* Thomas first downloaded Logan’s app game when he learned someone had made a map of one of his songs in it, with the intention of recording a video (trying to) dance to it.
* He ended up continuing to use play it on a semi-regular basis since it was a decent workout, as well as boasting a user-friendly and visually pleasing daily planner interface and synch with one’s Spotify account without needing to open or even install the other app.
* Logan as he appears in-app in-game is a “Cyborganic” entity (read: alien cyborg) who wants the user’s player’s help to “learn more about human kinesiology through the seemingly universal medium of music and dance”, and is there to announce the score/rank at the end of each song and act as the Settings/Help/Contact-The-Devs button in the main menu.
* He doesn’t have any one favorite genre of music, but he likes when the percussion and bassline is especially audible so hip-hop, rap, and a lot of EDM subgenres are up there.
* Despite having a flawless sense of rhythm, his own sense of time is somewhat dubious and he compulsively checks the watch built into his wrist every five or so minutes.
* Despite the phone part of his app game including a drop-down menu for tracking one’s carbs, calories, etc., he’s the only one whose game never included an image/animation of Logan himself consuming any kind of food or drink, causing him to pass out from hunger a few days after getting Reverse-Isekai’d because he didn’t realize he needs to eat now, too.
* Has had a similar learning curve with pretty much anything involving his personal hygiene and sleep patterns, due to only really paying attention to Thomas’s needs up until now.
* Crofter’s was just shy of a religious experience for him. Adding Crofter’s to any meal is a guaranteed way to ensure he’ll remember to eat at regular intervals, even if it’s a flavor that clashes with whatever it’s spread on. Everyone up to and including Remus finds his eating habits concerning, but they’re all just relieved he’s remembering to eat at all.
* Logan is realistic enough to know he wouldn’t be able to get a typical job (not least of all because of the obvious glowing, non-organic parts of his body that can’t be easily hidden), so instead he contributes by keeping the apartment tidy and trying to keep helping Thomas stay on schedule.
Patton
Game Genre: Animal-rearing mobile game For All Ages
* Patton’s game was actually released for every conceivable platform including mobile when it came out, but never saw a physical release.
* Thomas downloaded Patton’s game after accidentally tapping an ad for it that popped up in Logan’s app game while he was picking a song one day.
* The gimmick of the game that sets it apart is that all the animals are all plush versions of their real-life counterparts, allowing for more exotic creatures to be raised together and no worries about them dying (and them all being roughly the same size).
* It’s basically the OG Viva Piñata game but without whacking the colorful not-real animals with a shovel.
* The cushy critters can get sick or hurt from playing too rough with the others, though, which is why Doctor Patton is in the game “to help you kiddos patch ‘em up, good as new!”
* Can pull out a seemingly infinite amount of custom-patterned fabric, stuffing, and other sewing supplies from his “Patch-Up Pack” (or “PUP”), a brown cross-body bag with a flap shaped like a dog’s face with a pastel blue heart-shaped nose.
* Patton actually has a surprising amount of genuine first-aid knowledge for both animals and humans for reasons unknown, along with the expected sewing talent. The prevailing theory is it’s because the background of his in-game office does have a doctorate in... something... hanging on the wall, they just don’t know what exactly it’s for, not even Patton.
* That said, since it was an edutainment game for kids he’d never seen blood before getting Reverse-Isekai’d, so he nearly fainted the first time he did (it was a very minor wound on Roman from the prince being reckless).
* Affectionately calls Logan his “roomie” since Thomas has both their games on his phone (unlike all the others’ which are exclusive to console/PC).
* He’s trying to build his emotional resistance to seeing icky things in the hopes of becoming a real-life vet so he can help earn his keep, and had Thomas help him get himself set up to sell crafts and custom rolls of fabric online in the meantime.
Virgil
Game Genre: Classic kid-friendly 3D Platforming Collect-A-Thon Game
* Virgil’s game wasn’t actually his game. It was actually for yet another cartoonish animal mascot like the vast majority of other 3D Platforming Collect-A-Thons.
* Virgil was presented as a villain in the game he debuted in, constantly stymieing the player character’s progress by way of boss/miniboss fights, but the reveal at the end that the Big Bad had magically enslaved him to use his power for her own nefarious means (and the player character being Actually Kind Of Obnoxious) caused Thomas to like Virgil more than any other character in the game.
* In the sequel Virgil is on the heroes’ side and even occasionally playable, but since Thomas never played it due it being released on a console he never had, the Virgil that got Reverse-Isekai’d was the version from the Very Final Secret Ending cutscene of the first game.
* That said, “Virgil’s” game is the only one out of all of them That Thomas actually 104% completed (hence earning the Very Final Secret Ending). The others’ games all either don’t have an actual end (Logan’s, Patton’s, Janus’s), or Thomas just hasn’t reached the end yet (Roman’s and Remus’s).
* Roman Definitely Isn’t Salty About This at all.
* Neither Is Remus.
* Logan fully admits to being Salty About This, if only because the idea of a game being 104% completable in the first place gives him agita.
* Patton is only Salty that the game would refuse to give His New Son a home until 104% completion.
* The one thing Virgil and Roman invariably agree on is that reptilian witches kinda-sorta-really suck, and they’ve had more than one actual serious discussion about somehow “sneaking” Virgil into Roman’s game so they can fight the Dragonwitch together.
* They do not know how they’re going to make this happen, but they will, just you wait and see! (Thomas is Tired but glad they’re getting along now at least.)
* Virgil has wings growing out from his hips with jet black feathers on top and purple (and sparkly when he’s excited) pinfeathers on the bottom. Feathers aren’t all grown in enough for flight, but he can glide with them.
* Virgil has bug summoning magic with the species he gets being based on his moods, but without the Big Bad powering him up he can’t make them any bigger than palm-sized (he doesn’t mind this, since who needs a bus-sized roly-poly in the real world, anyway?)
* Since the music in his game would always either fade out to silence whenever his character was on screen talking to the player or change to just a persistent ominous droning noise during cutscenes with the Big Bad, Virgil had no concept of music before meeting Logan, who is all too happy to help Virgil expand and curate his very own playlist.
Janus/“Dealer”
Game Genre: Gambling Minigame from a (less-than-stellar and now-defunct) Turn-Based Strategy MMO (think Mafia City but urban fantasy)
* The only one to name himself after being Reverse-Isekai’d (and after doing a bit of research to find something he found fitting for himself).
* Janus’s game of origin was your standard free-to-play city management game, and his minigame was a deceptively complex-looking but really simple-and-fun-to-actually-play card game (called “Liars and Crooks” in-game) that used tarot cards instead of a regular set and could be played up to five times a day.
* Janus Totally Doesn’t Resent his creators for not having the decency to give him a name like they did for all the inconsequential NPCs that did nothing but aimlessly wander back and forth along the streets Thomas’s little in-game town, Nor Is He A Little Bitter towards his fellow former-game-characters for having had fully-rigged models as opposed to his mere couple-dozen static sprites and handful of gold-framed text boxes and yellow word bubbles.
* Janus is also Not At All deeply touched that a large part of why Thomas kept coming back to the browser game even after the other elements of the game lost their luster was specifically him, his minigame, and his witty banter peppered throughout each game. Nope. No tummy-butterflies of pure, flattered elation. None At All.
* Suddenly having the ability to move around smoothly and also having access to a full range of motion instead of the aforementioned couple-dozen poses was Definitely Not something he had to get used to. He has never once tripped over his own feet due to not having walked before appearing in Thomas’s apartment and Does Not Fear The Stairs, the others are all just Lying To You. Yup. All Lies.
* Has four arms, and in spite of himself he often finds himself settling into his default sprite’s pose of fiddling with the brim of his bowler hat with his upper left one, petting the “head” of his black-and-gold snake cane with his lower right, and shuffling his deck of cards with the remaining two, all while insisting his finding comfort in returning to the pose he spent years stuck in Doesn’t Bother Him.
* In this AU Janus’s mouth and eyes are Like That on both sides of his face, and while his scales are also similarly evenly distributed, they’re mostly very dark green on his left and a pale-enough shade of yellow on his right that you’d be forgiven for not noticing those ones right away.
* Still not quite trusted by Roman or Virgil Because Reptile Features.
* Adored by Patton and fascinating to Logan Because Reptile Features.
* Regularly receives (and Politely Declines) offers of a sexual nature from Remus Because Reptile Features.
* He can also still generate the yellow speech bubbles (though sadly not the gold-framed text boxes) when he wants someone to actually pay attention to what he’s saying, and being hit with one kind of feels like an inflatable beach ball bouncing off of you (not painful, but certainly enough to get your attention.)
* Trying to do his part in helping their harried host make ends meet with so many new roommates, but is stymied by the whole “independent gambling is illegal in Florida and also no one in the Real World knows how to play Liars And Crooks” thing.
* In spite of this, he has started hosting No-Stakes Game Nights with the whole famILY after Logan expressed curiosity in the minigame Thomas found engaging enough to ignore the entire rest of the base game just to play, and the two ended up concocting a “multiplayer” version of Liars And Crooks.
Remus
Game Genre: Action RPG with Real-Time Strategy elements
* Like Janus and Virgil, Remus was not the player character in his game of origin, but unlike them, he (or at least a version of him) was on the game’s title screen and an ally of the player’s from the start (and spoiler alert, the player’s only ally by the end).
* The game was basically a shameless, cheaper knockoff of the Overlord game series.
* Thomas played it to see if he could try to be villainous (if only in the game’s context), and ended up sympathising with the player character’s most loyal minion (whom he named “Remus”) and trying to “do right by him” by getting him interesting, unique cosmetics and trying to keep Remus from (inevitably) getting himself hurt.
* Due to his intended role in the game of being a living target for the player character to practice weapons and spells on, Remus is actually unkillable even in the real world, just casually reattaching his body parts whenever they’re severed (or rather, when them being Not Attached becomes An Inconvenience).
* Remus is why the Sanders Household now has a rule that I Don’t Care Who Caused It, If It Spills From Your Body, You Clean It Up.
* He changes into a maid outfit to Clean Up His Messes. Thomas does not own a maid outfit. There was no maid outfit asset in Remus’s or any of the other’s games. No One knows where the maid outfit came from and Everyone is afraid to ask.
* He’ll never say it aloud, but Roman actually finds Remus retaining his indestructibility somewhat reassuring, though not enough so to risk his own (possibly sole remaining) life to find out if his resilience followed him into the real world as well.
* Despite superficial appearances of a Just A Dude with a sweet moustache and a sickass green-and-black getup, Remus is not a human, even in the context of his game of origin.
* Remus has no bones except the one in his pants. His “skeleton” is really just a series of extra-sturdy muscles that he keeps clenched to stay more-or-less upright. If he relaxes he’s basically Uncle Boneless from Cow & Chicken.
* “Boneless Remus” is viscerally Upsetting to everyone... except for Patton, to the others’ surprise, who has literally spent his whole life up ‘til now helping care for invertebrates anyway and thinks nothing of just picking Remus up and setting him down somewhere he won’t trip anyone.
* Despite everything, Remus is 100% loyal to Thomas by programmed-in “nature” and will Reign It In if the situation is serious enough to warrant it.
* That said, Remus is 100% loyal to Thomas by “nature” and will introduce anyone who dares to seriously threaten him in any way to a world of pain beyond mortal breadth and ken.
Anywho, that’s all I got for now!
#sanders sides#sanders sides au#Reverse-Isekai AU#Might expand upon and/or write something for all this later but who even knows.#I'm only just now realizing I coincidentally gave Roman the same anxiety as Puss In Boots half a year before Last Wish came out
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Roman's Unexpected Adventure. A Sanders Sides Fanfic.
Takes place after the events of Putting Others First - Selfishness v. Selflessness Redux episode….
If he had to blame anyone it would be the Dragonwitch and Remus. Because if the Dragonwitch hadn’t turned him into a fox, and basically disconnected him from Thomas, Roman wouldn’t have ran into Remus. Who wouldn’t have taken him to the Darks Side where the Duke and the Snake lived and who knows what else resided over there.
Basically what happens when Roman gets turned into a fox and is taken by his brother. What will the light sides do to find the missing Creative Side? Will they even notice?
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I don’t know if anyone’s interested in seeing my Section 3 outline but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Chapter 20: Introduction to our new villain, Hazel Agon, and her job as the director of superhero affairs (or smth, not married to that name). Ends with a menacing suggestion of what’s to happen
Chapter 21: Anxceit date
Chapter 22: starts with Logan thinking about his daughter (maybe some backstory on why Logan isn’t raising his daughter), ends with the Thing™
Chapter 23: the fallout
Chapter 24: the funeral followed (Logan’s mom is there)
Chapter 25: Remus POV, maybe the twins out on the town being normal. Oh maybe Logan should recruit Remus to help him grave rob
Chapter 26: hey Virgil, are you morally against saving a life? 🙃
Chapter 27: I think we need to visit our antagonist again. Hazel visits Julieta, issues vague threats, Julieta decides that Logan needs to know, goes to graveyard to visit Remy’s grave, runs into Barbra again, message received. Hazel is watching
Chapter 28: Logan sums up the healing process, Janus realizes what he’s doing and yells at him. Barbra shows up
Chapter 29: Remy wakes up, freaks out, meets her hero, demands answers
Chapter 30: Logan&Remy(&Barbra) bonding/yelling
Chapter 31: power-sick Virgil
Chapter 32: Dragonwitch POV
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Obviously I didn’t do everything how I’d plotted it out, but the only time I ever changed the outline was to add things (I originally had like 8 chapters and it expanded over time))
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Lots of yellow and yellowish greens in my daily today. Very springy. . . . . . . . . . . . . #dragonwitch #dragons #dragonmagic #cartomancy #catholicwitch #divination #oracledeck #oraclereading #oraclecards https://www.instagram.com/p/CpiHXnWJxc99Ow1xKuzONBxf91MVmrKUSIKueU0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
#dragonwitch#dragons#dragonmagic#cartomancy#catholicwitch#divination#oracledeck#oraclereading#oraclecards
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Alright. How does the dragonwitch look?
Hmmm I mean pretty but not mistress of a dark army material.
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Word Count: 599
Warnings: Swearing, Injuries, fighting, crying
Pairing: Roceit
Available on Ao3
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'Knock, knock, knock.' Ugh. Who's at my door at this hour? It's almost midnight.
"I'm coming," I groaned, getting out of bed, still feeling extremely groggy, and angry at whoever woke me up. I walked over to my door. "Wh-why are you- What hap- Wha?"
"... didn't know where else to g-go... fighting... witch" Were the only parts of his sentence I could make out. He was leaning against the door frame, one arm clutching his stomach. He was shivering, cold, desperate, scared, hurt. His eyes were dazed. Has he been-
"Roman!" I cried as he fell into my arms. "Please. Please Roman. Please," I mumbled. I carried him over to my bed, plopping him down on the floor at the end of the bed. It's gonna be easier like this. My shaky hands slowly and carefully took off his red sash and his white, long sleeved shirt, which had a small, blood red stain, from where he was injured. Please Ro. Please be okay. Oh god. This is bad. I hurried over to my drawer, grabbing my first aid kit as I felt a tear fall. Oh God! I cant believe I'm crying. Th-the last time I cried was when Virgil left. I went back over to the end of my bed, where Roman was. I noticed that the cuts were around where he was clutching, his stomach and chest area. I slowly started wrapping him up, trying my best to wrap him up properly, but simultaneously being careful. I picked him back up and laid him gently across my bed. Please be okay. Please be okay. I paced the room for what felt like hours, not bothering to change out of my pyjamas, too worried to sleep.
"Ngg. Where- What? Janus?" I heard from behind me.
"Roman!" I sighed in relief, heading to his side. "How do you feel?"
"Sore, dizzy and tired," he responded. "How did I get here?"
"You knocked on my door and said something about not knowing where else to go, and something about fighting a witch. I don't know what that about. But anyway, you were pretty beat up, so I took care of you. What actually happened?" I explained
"Oh. Heh. I was fighting the Dragon Witch and-"
"The what-what?" I immediately asked. What the fuck is a dragon witch. Why was he fighting it?
"The Dragon Witch," He dismissed, as he strained to sit up, "Anyway, I was fighting the Dragon Witch and she put a spell on me which made me like in a dazed sort of state, which made me weak and easy to fight, and she continued to attack me. I managed to escape and came here because I didn't really know where else to go. Patton, Logan and Remus would've all been asleep and who knows what the fuck Virgil gets up to." I took his hand in mine, his eyes went wide. Realization set in. This is the first time I've held someone's hand without my hand without my gloves on.
"You're holding my hand witho-" Roman began.
"I know." I whispered, rubbing my thumb on the back of his hand, "I'm just glad you're okay."
"Sorry for scaring you Jani," Roman apologized. I took his hand and pressed my lips against it.
"It's fine." I let his hand go, leaving his side. I went to the other side of my bed, hopping in, sitting beside him. "Love you Roro" I murmured.
"I love you too Jani," he whispered, cupping my scaly cheek in his hand.
#roman sanders#janus sanders#creativity sanders#deceit sanders#virgil sanders#remus sanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#dragonwitch#roceit#sanders sides
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@devilsfics: the finished piece inspired by 'In the gray'
Took about 9 hours and 4 brownies but here it is (click for better quality) :
Details:
And for size comparison (don't mind me casually wearing my Virgil jacket to school) :
I had a lot of fun with this! Oh also, the star map is mostly accurate to real life so yay to that.
Taglist:
@purp-man @crazycookie13o @deceitifullies101 @sapphire-knight @ragingdumpsterfiremess @chronophobica @lance-alt @thenaiads @thatsthat24 @askthesnake @thejoanglebook @tallykat3
#fanders#roman#sanders sides#ts roman#superartsaturday#fanartfriday#roman ts#romangst#roman sanders#deceit sanders#deceit#ts deceit#deceit fanart#deceit angst#Dragonwitch#In the gray#fandersart#fan art#fandom#fanfiction#fantasy#fanfic#There's so many little things I'm proud of in this#Hhh#Like I used pen#For some texture N stuff#And it looks so good#Also the balcony!!!#The lighting on the balcony!!!#Aaaaaaa
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For the Dragonwitch-Janus idea
I want Roman and Virgil to get together, because it'd be so funny seeing Virgil as Janus' father-in-law. The arguments that could be ended with Virgil saying "Because i said so" would be far too many for Janus to cope with, and he'd just end up screeching one time.
Like, say Janus accidentally bumped into Virgil and it nearly turned into a huge fight before Virgil sends Janus to his room and Janus is like "why??" only for Virgil to respond "because I said so"
He can't argue, his mother would be angry.
#sanders sides#ts sides#roman sanders#fighting#dragonwitch#virgil sanders#prinxiety#maternal anxceit?
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