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Second Chances
So, this is another story about a pair of @fangirltothefullest‘s fusions. Had the idea bouncing around for a while (Actually, for as long since I wrote Of Monologues and Monsters), but I have just recently have the motivation to write it. I really hope I got them in character, and I hope y’all enjoy!
Warnings: Deceit (in a weird technicality), feelings of doubt, allusion to past trauma
Within a large house, a single fusion laid in bed, alone. Lodec sat up against his headboard, his lone eye flitting across the pages of the book in his hand. His lower arms crossed to settle on his stomach, his last hand free so he could sip away at the mug of tea on his nightstand.
Currently, he was reading up on what kind of mammals inhabited certain continents of this world. While it wouldn’t have been his first choice, he had been meaning to find out just how different this world was in their fauna compared to the fauna that had once existed in his own world.
Just as he was about to take another sip of tea, a loud crash shook from another part of the house, startling him enough where he almost sloshed his tea.
This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence; Progic’s projects and some of the other’s activities could become a bit destructive. What he didn’t expect was for his bedroom door to push open and shut just as quickly.
Vercei was slouched against the door, seemingly unaware of which room he had rushed into. He froze to find Lodec peering at him from his spot. He lowered his stance even further, eyeing him with distrust in his gaze.
To be fair, it hadn’t been that long since he had reformed into himself; he still felt immensely guilty of the kind of fusion he was back when he was Gancei. He and Vercei did not have... a good start, putting it simply.
His eyes landed back to the book in his hands, letting out a breathy sigh as he put it to the side for a moment. He raised his arms and started to sign. Did the sound scare you?
Vercei watched him for a moment as he gave a slow nod, darting his eyes toward the door as he wondered if he should go. He didn’t know what to think of Lodec; he seemed a lot different now than he was when he first arrived, but he was not like Creatity or Moxie or Anvity, and that made him cautious of the fusion in front of him.
Lodec noticed his sideways glances, thinking to himself for another minute before his hands started to move. You can stay in here, if you wish. I don’t mind.
Maybe Vercei would have left or have given him a more definitive answer, but another crash sounded throughout the house. He hurriedly signed Thank you before rushing towards Lodec’s closet, shutting the door behind him to hide.
Lodec waited to see if anything else would happen, whether Vercei’s for emergence or someone else’s appearance, but, when neither event happened, he settled his gaze on his book once more. He picked it back up and set about reading again.
Except he couldn’t focus on the words.
His mind kept wandering to his closet, wondering about the fusion inside. He had always been, in general, curious about Vercei; from the world he originally inhabited to his immunity to Lodec’s manipulative abilities, Vercei was sort of a tough nut to crack to figure out what was going on in his head.
He thought about the times he would find Moxie or Creatity looking for the skittish fusion and giving him comfort, or how he would run up and hide behind Anvity if he was close by. Where were they right now? Why did Vercei come to his room?
Without him realizing it, he had stood up from his spot on his bed, taking small steps toward the closet door. His thoughts started to race, thinking of people—children, especially children— that, if they could have, would have hidden from him. From the monster he had to be just to survive.
He could finally register that his breathing had escalated and his legs felt weak to stand on. He squeezed his eye shut and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and to stop thinking about the lab, the experiments, those people, all those poor people—
He felt his scalp being tugged on too hard and his knuckles ached with the effort of having his fingers entangled in his hair. His thoughts were racing, but there was something else amongst all the memories, but what was—?
You can help him, a voice almost seemed to whisper in his mind. Maybe it was one of his two components that was trying to get him to focus; maybe it was simply himself trying to think of anything, anything at all, that was different than the memories.
His mind had stilled, if but for a moment, and he was given a sort of clarity. Yes, he couldn’t go back and help those he had hurt, but at the least, he could help someone who needed it now.
He took the last few steps to the closet, smoothing himself down as he steadied his breathing, though his legs still refused to cooperated as he tried to will himself to stop trembling.
He carefully knocked at the door, waiting for any kind of noise before he opened the door halfway. Nervous eyes peered up at him from the floor, Vercei shuffling back a little bit. He had heard through the door that something had happened to Lodec, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was.
The one-eyed fusion carefully guided himself to the floor, allowing his legs a break from trying to carry his weight. He turned his head to keep from looking at the fusion in the closet as he opened both set of arms in invitation.
Was this how he was supposed to do this?
That question was quickly answered when he felt surprisingly strong force crash against his chest, arms wrapping around him as a head was thrust under his chin. He could feel Vercei’s shaking as he tried to curl up against him.
Carefully, he scooted back to lean against his bed, getting as comfortable as he could. His lower arms were firmly wrapped around Vercei, his right arm draped over his shoulders as he used his last free hand to feel around, and ultimately find, Vercei’s hair in his best attempt to soothe him.
When was the last time he felt like this? This warm feeling?
He didn’t know when he had dozed off in that position, or when Vercei had left. He just knew that once he had awoken, the blankets on his bed had been dragged free of their neat tucking to cover him haphazardly. He found he didn’t mind it this time.
Lodec wouldn’t see Vercei except in passing for the next few days, and he wondered if their time together had simply been a fluke, a need that had been met and wasn’t needed anymore.
He found that not to be the case at all when he looked up from his spot on the couch to see Vercei, who shyly presented him with a simple stone, a white pebble with a single black spot.
Lodec stared at him with a questioning look, which prompted Vercei to cover his right eye and touch the left one. He was struck suddenly with what he meant, and a soundless chuckle shook his body. He gave the fusion a warm smile as he signed Thank you, opening up an arm as an invitation.
Vercei gave him a goofy grin as he climbed next to him, latching on to him in a hug. It was at that moment that Lodec figured that Vercei might have finally started to warm up to him...
That was, of course, until he tried to chew on Lodec’s sleeves.
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#OC#OC’s#Aphmau#Aaron#Blood#Hand practice#Sorry#I hate myself too don't worry#Decan#Lodec#Decan sanders#Lodec sanders#Art
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It’s Just A Little White Lie
Summary: Everything had been going so well for Lodec lately. It only made logical sense that everything went horribly, horribly wrong at once.
Notes: Written for @fangirltothefullest with permission. This was supposed to be less than 2K words, what happened
Note the trigger warnings, here, guys: Blood, broken bones, torture, choking, restraints, electrocution, panic attacks, mentions of child murder
Please enjoy!
Everything had been going so well for me lately. It only made logical sense that everything went horribly, horribly wrong at once. The day started like normal— well, my new normal, at least— with me being woken up by a loud crash from downstairs. Most likely Vercei or Virgil had knocked something over. With sleep a lost cause at this point, I climbed out of my bed and tried to get started on my morning routine. I spent my normal allotted time of fifteen minutes ensuring that my hair was presentable and that my clothes were perfectly neat. As the final touch, I slid my sea-foam-tinted glasses onto my face and exited my room, bracing myself for the chaos that I knew would await me.
I was correct in my assumptions. Virgil and Vercei were once again wrestling around on the floor, and the remnants of one of someone’s mugs littered the floor nearby, a testament to their ongoing battle. I carefully sidestepped the mess; neither of them noticed me as I silently made my way into the kitchen. I found a pot of tea still warm on the stove, and discovered it was Earl Grey upon inspection. Satisfied, I grabbed my pine-cone-themed mug and poured myself some tea before contemplating what I should do next. Should I sit at the kitchen table and wait for the others, inevitably ending up socializing? Should I go and ensure that Virgil and Vercei did not cause more destruction in the midst of their tousle? Should I go find another person and just spend time with only them? Or should I retreat to my room and spend the day reading in solitude?
My dilemma was answered for me, however, when Progic swept into the kitchen. The second his eyes landed on me and a wildfire began to burn even deeper in their depths, I knew I was in trouble.
“Ah! Lodec! Just the person I wanted to find!” Progic sang, clapping one of his hands on my shoulder. I flinched a bit, still not used to friendly contact after years of torment or shunning.
What do you need me for? I signed. Progic sighed and removed his hand from my shoulder, a flicker of something I couldn’t identify swimming in the depths of his blue-red eyes.
“Moric, Viran, and I were going to head out for a fun day, and we were wondering if you’d like to join us,” Progic offered, a small smile gracing his face. I bit my lip and pondered the offer. On the one hand, I didn’t have any issues with any of those Progic had mentioned. On the other, I hadn’t left the house, out of both fear of judgement and fear of harming others. Would this little excursion be worth it?
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to!” Progic quickly added on, noticing my slight… hesitancy. “We all just thought… you know, the fusions containing Logic… could all hang out for a bit, you know?” I bit my lip and contemplated it for another few seconds before lifting my hands.
I will join you. It sounds interesting. Progic breathed out a sigh of relief at my answer before grinning.
“Great! We’re leaving in half an hour. Make yourself presentable. We’re all wearing different clothes.” With that, Progic ruffled my hair and left, humming to himself under his breath. I just stood there like an idiot, trying to process what had just happened and figure out what exactly I had just agreed to. I wandered back up to my room after finishing my tea, lost in a fog. I had willingly agreed to go out in public. Without Patteit. Where I could be judged by normal people. I locked the door behind me and inhaled deeply through my nose before slowly letting the coolish air out. I couldn’t focus on that right now. Right now, I could focus on getting ready. I glanced down at my usual attire and cringed as I thought of the reactions I’d get. The cloak was… a bit too morbid. And I looked entirely too much like an undertaker with the rest of the outfit. Perhaps… a change for today’s excursion? I went to my closet and riffled through my clothing, trying to choose what to wear. Everything I owned was either too formal or too disturbing. I finally found acceptable clothing, though, and I let out a shaky smile. I would look like a fool, but at least I probably wouldn’t scare anyone.
A knock at my door half an hour later roused me from my preparations. I fixed my glasses one more time before opening the door, squeezing my eyes shut as I braced myself for judgement.
“Aw, Lodec! Is that the sweater I made you for Christmas?” Moric’s soft voice asked. I opened my eyes a sliver to see Moric beaming at me, obviously pleased to see that I actually wore his Christmas sweater. The large yet soft sweater in shades of heather greys and blues offered me a comfort that I hadn’t expected, and when paired with a pair of worn jean shorts, I felt more at peace than I had in awhile. I had somehow found a set of blue and grey striped knee-high socks to pair with the sweater, and had managed to dig out a set of black high top Converse to complete the outfit. Overall, I looked ridiculous, but my nerves had been soothed a bit. Honestly, I don’t remember how most of this made its way into my closet. Magic, probably, or Patteit attempting to make sure I had non-formal things in my closet.
Yes it is, I signed in response to Moric. Then, hesitantly: Is this outfit… acceptable?
“Acceptable? No, not yet,” Moric answered. My heart hammered in my chest, but Moric held up a finger for me to wait before vanishing back into his room. He came back a few seconds later, a pair of black suspenders in his hand. He shoved them in my direction, beaming. “Put these on, then it’s perfect.” I did, confused and a little touched. Moric was lending me his suspenders. He never let people touch his clothing. When I was done, Moric cocked his head to the side, grin wider than I’d ever seen it. “Do you have everything? Phone, keys in case you want to come back early, wallet, all that stuff?” I nodded, and Moric beamed before grabbing my hand. “Great! Let’s go then!” With that, he dragged me out of my room and down the stairs, leaving me confused and slightly terrified of the others’ judgement. Moric was known for his… questionable… fashion sense, and what would the others say?
“Oh! He’s actually coming! Hi Lodec! Love the outfit! It looks really comfy,” Viran called as soon as Moric and I came into view of he and Progic. Viran was wearing his usual outfit, not surprising, but Progic surprised me. Gone were the lab coat and goggles and heeled boots; instead, Progic had opted for something that looked closer to normal. He wore a collared button-up rolled up to his elbows, black skinny jeans, and combat boots. Instead of his usual goggles, sunglasses rested atop his head, and I wasn’t sure if he was wearing makeup or if I was imagining it, but his top two eyes seemed to pop even more than usual.
Thank you, Viran, I signed, hoping that Viran actually knew sign. I was in the process of teaching Patteit, but I knew that Moric, Vercei, Progic, Moxie, and Creaity knew it. Could Viran understand me?
“No prob, L,” Viran shrugged, adjusting his tie nervously. I noticed that he was wearing a bow tie instead of a normal tie, and my heart swelled with… something. If Viran was willing to step outside his comfort zone, even a little, why shouldn’t I?
“Well, then, shall we get this show on the road? There’s this great open-air market that I think we all may enjoy checking out. What do you all say?” Progic loudly asked, clapping two of his hands together. Viran and I both jumped at the sudden loud noise, and Progic winced. “Sorry Viran, sorry Lodec.” We managed to get out the door without any other mishaps, and that is when I realized that we would be driving. In a car. I hadn’t ever seen or been in any of the cars in Moric’s world, and I was eager to experience it for myself.
“Excited, you dork?” Viran asked, noticing my relaxed posture. I nodded, two of my hands squeezing together to try and still the tremors. Moric and Progic wouldn’t want to hear all of my questions (well, hear wasn’t perhaps the right word here) and honestly? It wasn’t that important in the grand scheme of things. Something flashed through Viran’s violet-blue eyes and he squeezed my shoulder. “Hey, Moric and Progic will listen to whatever you want to ask or say. Don’t worry about it so much.” I nodded, not quite believing Viran’s words, and his lips pursed before he called “Hey, Progic? Wanna explain the combustion engine to Lodec?” Progic spun around, his eyes lit up, and proceeded to rattle off facts about how cars on Moric’s world worked at 100 kilometers per hour. The ride into town was much more enjoyable, and I actually got to learn quite a bit about how transportation in this world worked. We arrived in town fairly quickly, and Progic only stopped his excited babbling when we entered the market, instead letting Moric take over showing me all the fruits, vegetables, and food that I didn’t have back on my homeworld. Moric finally managed to convince me to buy something small, a thin gold chain with a dark blue sapphire and gold pendant, and we had to practically drag Progic away from the market before he bought everything in sight.
Lunch was the biggest test of my nerves and ability to pretend to not be terrified of people. I wished I hadn’t agreed to this. Plants were so much easier to deal with when compared to people. Viran seemed to agree, and gently offered a hand for me to hold, which I took gratefully. It was nice to know I wasn’t the only one struggling, and offering Viran support while he gave me the support I silently needed was… comforting. Progic and Moric chose this nice diner and managed to get the four of us a corner booth, something that I greatly appreciated. Unsurprisingly, Progic and Viran ordered coffee, while I ordered Darjeeling tea and Moric ordered green tea while we waited for our food. The waiter gave me a long look filled with… something… when he handed me my tea, but I judged it as ultimately nothing.
That was my first mistake. The glance should have been my first warning sign. The second mistake I made, the second warning sign I ignored, was the surprisingly bitter undercurrent in my tea. I waved it off, however, and dumped more sugar into it. Perhaps the tea had just been steeped for too long. The third warning sign I ignored was the lack of other people in our area of the restaurant. Not only were we seated alone in a back room, the door to the rest of the restaurant seemed to be closed as well. I must have been losing my touch.
Throughout our conversation as we waited for our food to arrive, I found myself growing groggier and groggier. This confused me. I knew I had gotten the optimal amount of sleep the night before, so why was I on the verge of passing out?
“Hey, Lodec. Lodec, buddy, can you open your eyes for me?” I managed to make out before fading out again. Scuffling, shouting, the thump of bodies hitting the floor. All faded in and out. Should I care? I thought I should care.
“-do to him-” “-n’t touch him! I’ll ki-” “-f you lay a hand on him-” I recognized the voices, but I couldn’t find the energy to sit up or see who it was. I surrendered to the cool inky blackness of sleep, wondering if I should actually be concerned but not having any energy left to care.
I woke up slowly, my mind still foggy. My tongue lay heavy in my mouth, and I could barely feel my limbs.
Well, correction. I could barely feel my limbs until one of my arms was snapped like a twig. That immediately woke me up the rest of the way, and if I had had functioning vocal chords, I would have been screaming. My teeth ground together as I tried to stifle the pain, and I felt tears leaking out of my eye.
“Ah, good. You’re awake. Now, we can really get started,” an unfamiliar voice drawled above me. I lifted my hands to sign, maybe to ask about what was going on, maybe to start trying to get help, but my hands were immediately yanked back down to my sides by something cold, heavy, and tight. A low, sinister chuckle twisted its way into my ears, a shiver racing down my spine at the sound. A rustle of cloth came from right above my head, and a warm, calloused hand rested itself on my forehead. I flinched. The hand slammed my head back into the table, and I choked slightly on something cold and tight and heavy constricting my neck. I stared up into a set of cold, hard emeralds, and my stomach sank even further. I knew the look in those orbs. I could figure out what was coming next.
“You killed my daughter, you monster. Now, I’m going to do to you what you did to her.” I opened my mouth (useless, why is that still an instinct in my stupid, useless, worthless body), maybe to ask why, maybe to beg for forgiveness, maybe to ask about their daughter, when my limbs seized up and pain became my whole being. Fire raced through my veins, my spine, my muscles, my nerves. White filled my vision, spots of black dancing and weaving in hypnotic swirls. My broken arm shrieked with every thrash of my body, and I dimly registered warm, thick, viscous fluids running across my skin to drip off the edge of my fingers. Ice and fire battled for dominance in my body, and I was quickly becoming the loser in this scenario. It would have been so easy for me to slip away, to surrender to the alluring siren song of inky darkness, but something, some small flicker of fire in my soul, kept me from giving in. I was still losing, though. Losing the fight between the ice and fire, losing the fight to stay awake, losing the fight to stay out of the dark, losing the fight to still have hope. A distant part of me giggled in vindictive glee. This is what you get, it whispers, for tormenting all those people. Soon, though, even that voice was wiped away and the only thing left was an endless litany of thoughts:
Make it stop, I’m sorry, it hurts, I’m sorry, make it stop, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…
A loud crash, the sound of glass shattering, yelling, screaming, a wet thwack, a cool, soothing hand on my face. Voices, all jumbled together, two frantic sets of hands working on my wrists and ankles while another hand smooths itself through my hair. The touch burns and I contemplated asking the person to stop, but at the same time it felt so good and I was tired. I felt my arms fall limply towards the floor as they were freed, and my whole body almost followed before I was roughly stopped by the cold heavy thing around my neck. The jumbled voices all picked up in tempo and pitch (panic, a little voice whispered, they’re worried about you) and the set of hands that had been in my hair moved to my face, softly wiping away warm liquid. More scuffles and yelling came from somewhere far away, and after a few moments of that, the pressure around my neck was released and I felt myself being carefully lifted into the air before the person carrying me began to walk. I managed to last for one step before the burning pain in my arm won and I succumbed to the sweet release of unconsciousness.
“What exactly happened to him– them– her– whatever?”
“We don’t need to think about that right now, guys. What matters is being here for… him… when he wakes up.”
“I’m going to track down the people who did this to him and murder them all in their sleep.”
“Violence is not the answer here, Roxas…”
“Of course it is! I don’t care how justified they thought they were! He was forced to do that shit, he didn’t want to! Plus, that’s no excuse to do… to do… that!”
I cracked my eyes open, having been awoken by the whispers that had quickly morphed into yelling. I couldn’t quite place who the voices belonged to, but I cared more about figuring out my surroundings at the moment. I tried to sit up to get a better assessment; my torso and three of my arms protested heavily, and I let out an involuntary air-whimper at the scorching heat racing through my midsection. The voices immediately stopped talking, and I felt a rush of displaced air as multiple people came to stand by my side. I opened my eyes the rest of the way, taking a few moments to allow them to adjust to the light. The blood rushed out of my cheeks the second my brain began to register what my eyes were seeing, and my breathing became a fast staccato, causing my ribs to squeal in pain.
My family. My family was here, in my room (I’d managed to register that this was my room through the growing panic… somehow), in another world, staring at me. My family was here, waiting for me to wake up. My family was here, and now they could find out exactly how much of a monster I’d become.
“Hey… Lodec, right? How you doing, buddy?” T asked, smiling down at me. My throat clenched tighter and I began to shake, my legs curling up in front of my chest in an effort to appear smaller and defend my torso. My heart hammered in my chest and warm, wet tracks of liquid began to stream down my face as my tremors increased in frequency and violence.
“Lodec? Buddy? I need you to look at me, okay?” T firmly requested, hands reaching out to rest on my shoulders. I flinched back, overwhelmed. They were all secretly judging me, they all hated me, they couldn’t be here I couldn’t deal with them being here they needed to know that I was sorry and that I didn’t want them to hurt me so please just leave me alone make it stop I’m sorry everything is too much I’m sorry please give me space I can’t breathe I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…
Someone quickly, gently, firmly grabbed my only non-injured hand and wrapped it between their two large, warm hands. I flinched, warm salty tracks racing even faster down my face.
“Lodec. Sweetie. I need you to calm down and speak up,” P murmured, releasing one of his hands from mine to wipe the tears off of my face. “What’s going on?” This tender statement just made me cry harder. I couldn’t fulfill his request. I was a failure. This was just another hint of the monster that I’d become. P tried to soothe me, but I just shook my head and kept crying, the hand held in Patton’s grip twitching into half-hearted signs of my thought process. I felt someone leave the room and my sobs renewed themselves as I buried as far under my blankets as I could. They’d abandoned me. They’d realized how awful and truly despicable I’d become and had left me.
I sensed two bodies slip into the room, and one of them came to sit right next to me. I buried my head deeper into my knees against my chest, and I felt a light tapping on my head.
Lodec, it’s Moric, the person tapped out in Morse code. I shakily pulled my hand out of P’s grip and weakly signed, I’m sorry I lost your suspenders. And the sweater you made me. Moric made a choking noise and managed to croak out, “It’s just a pair of suspenders, Lodec. I can always get new ones. Plus, I was meaning to make you a new sweater anyway.” I glanced up to meet Moric’s eyes through my watery gaze to find him smiling kindly down at me.
If you’re sure… I signed. Moric huffed and signed back, Of course. You’re much more important than a few pieces of clothing. I let out a shaky, watery grin at that, and Moric beamed before opening his arms slightly as an invitation for a hug. I slowly sank into it and allowed Moric to calm me down in that magic way of his, with his soothing words and terrible jokes and warmth. I felt my family watching, but I tried to ignore them, far more focussed on Moric at this point.
Finally, he pulled away and turned to face my family. “Let’s get started, shall we? Anything you have to say to Lodec?” R, ever the bold one, figuratively stepped forward first.
“Lolo. Dorian. None of us have any idea what happened to you two after you were taken away. None of us ever expected to see you two again. But we’d just like you two to know that we care, and we’re here for you, and that I will hunt down the people who just fucking tortured you because that was not okay.”
“Roxas,” V groaned, rolling their eyes, before they fixed me with their piercing glare. It had somehow become more intimidating than I remember it being. “Lolo. Dorian. Or Lodec. Whichever you prefer to be addressed as. I’m with Roxas on this one in that we care, we’re here for you, and that those people had no right to kidnap and torture you. However, I would like to hear the full story from you.” I flinched but nodded slightly, and V nodded in acknowledgement before turning the conversation over to P.
He (they? She?!) leaned forward and grabbed my hand again. Moric looked about ready to jump in and help me out, but I shook my head to make him back off. “Lodec,” P began. “I’m worried for you. I want the best for you. And honestly? I want you to come home. But if that is going to be bad for you, then I want you to stay here. We were all just worried about you, sweetie.” I felt more tears welling up in my eyes, and Moric reached over to brush them away before I turned to look at T, who was giving me a look full of love and warmth and acceptance.
“Lodec. I can’t even begin to imagine what you’ve been through. The others have basically summed everything up perfectly, but all I have to say is this: You will always, and I mean always, have a place in this family. In almost any case, we’d embrace you, and I promise you, no one here hates you or will ever hate you. Got it?” I nodded, and Moric smiled softly at my family before turning to me.
“You have anything to say?” he asked quietly, eyes soft behind his heart-shaped glasses. I took a deep breath and nodded, lifting my one working hand, and began to sign.
“I don’t think I’m ready to tell you about what happened to me when I was taken,” Moric translated, “and I’m not sure if I ever will be. Thank you for caring about me, but I don’t think I’ll be coming back with you. You wouldn’t like the person you’d find after a while.” I lowered my hand, convinced that that was the end of the conversation, when V stood up and glared at me.
“Yeah, no,” they hissed. “That’s not gonna cut it. I want to know exactly what caused you to end up strapped to a madman’s torture table with him accusing you of killing his daughter.” They started to stalk towards me, and I shrunk back against the headboard, feeling extremely cornered and panicked. Moric stood up and placed himself between V and I, arms crossed and a frown adorning his face. “What happened, Lolo? What happened to you?”
Memories flashed through my brain and across my eyes as I tried desperately to put as much space between V and I as possible. The guards, the soldiers, marching into the camp, the shocks, the burns, the pain, the people, all those people and the children dear stars the children were the worst and he just wanted it all to stop stoP STOP STOP S T O P…
Ripping, tearing, burning, a scream, and then everything just… stopped.
Dorian groaned and sat up, rubbing his head. He felt like he'd been run over by a tank. It took him a moment to realize that he was Dorian and not Lodec, and that sent him into a panic. Where was Lolo?
That question was answered extremely quickly when Dorian’s ears started to work. The sound of panicked breathing came from his left, and he looked over to find Lolo curled up into a little ball rocking back and forth. Dorian quickly scrambled over, hissing as he accidentally put pressure on his broken arm. He ignored the pain; Lolo was more important. He reached his… person… and gently placed his unbroken arm on one of Lolo’s shoulders.
“Hey, Lolo, could you please look at me?” Dorian murmured, gently rubbing Lolo’s shoulder. Lolo finally looked up, sniffing, tears streaming down his face. A rustle of fabric came from behind Dorian, accompanied by an opening and closing of the door. Someone must have left, but Dorian couldn’t bring himself to care; Lolo was infinitely more important. Dorian began to softly hum, some old, nameless tune that he heard somewhere and had remembered. Lolo slowly relaxed a bit, his tears slowing but not stopping, and Dorian almost spiraled back into a panic. How was he supposed to help?!
That question was answered for him with the appearance of Viran and the reappearance of Moric, the latter of which went to shepherd their family out of the room. Viran, meanwhile, crouched down next to Lolo and smiled softly.
“Hey, buddy. Heard it’s been a rough day,” Viran murmured. Lolo nodded, and Viran pulled his hoodie from around his waist and handed it to Lolo. In response to his confused look, Viran explains: “For if you don’t think you can fuse back right now, it’s something to comfort you at least.” Lolo sniffed and pushed it back at Viran, standing up on wobbly legs and walking towards Dorian.
“I… shall we try?” Lolo mumbled, his voice still clogged with tears. Dorian nodded and gently took Lolo’s hand, allowing the sensation of fusion to wash over him as…
I woke with a start to find Viran giving me a concerned, caring look while he tied his hoodie around his waist. “You good now, Lodec?” Viran asked softly. I nodded and, after a moment of contemplation, lifted my one unbroken arm to sign Thank you. “No problem,” Viran replied, shrugging. “You wanna go down and talk to your family or no?” My breath caught in my throat at the mention of them, and Viran tensed up again, probably thinking that he’d done something horribly, horribly wrong.
You’re fine, Viran, I’m just… let’s get this over with, I signed, frantic to soothe Viran’s anxieties. Viran relaxed a bit, but instead of being anxious, he was now clearly in protection mode.
“Lodec. Are you sure?” I nodded, and he sighed heavily before walking over to the door and opening it, gesturing for me to go downstairs. I followed the cryptid-hunter down the stairs to find Patteit and Anvity glaring down my family.
“I’m sorry, but why would you think that demanding he tell you every little detail about his trauma is okay?!” Anvity was yelling, his voice edging on a roar. I trembled a bit, but Viran squeezed my shoulder in support. I took a deep breath and entered the room. Anvity stopped yelling the second he saw me and almost seemed to deflate a bit, his hands twitching in an aborted movement towards me. V noticed and turned around, guilt swirling in their violet eyes.
“You doing better, Lo?” they whispered, causing the rest of my family to spin around. I nodded, and V nodded, and both of us seemed to instantly come to some form of understanding. My one functioning arm lifted to sign, maybe to explain, maybe to apologize, when Patteit also noticed me and practically vaulted over the couch to tackle me into a hug.
“You’re awake and alive and I’m so happy I’m sorry I wasn’t there to get you are you okay,” they rushed out with one head (obviously Truther), as the other head was too preoccupied with sobbing their eyes out. I hugged back and gave both heads a short kiss before wriggling my one good arm free and signing You’re fine, I’m okay, I love you too. They giggled and pulled away from the hug after one last squeeze, obviously mindful of my ribcage.
“Erm… what did he just say?” R broke in, confusion colouring his voice. My blood chilled a bit. Of course. Of course my family didn’t understand sign, I would have to unfuse to communicate, oh stars…
“Need a translator?” Viran offered, leaning against the couch. Tears of love and joy leaked from my eye and I nodded, beginning to slowly sign what had happened after I had been cruelly taken away. They all listened to Viran’s translation, and when he and I both began to falter as I began to explain Gancei, Anvity took over, his smooth British lilt taking some of the edge off of the horrifying things I described. Eventually, I finished, and silence descended upon the room. P, R, and T all stood up, but V beat them to my position. I barely even had time to blink before the anxious side pulled me into a tight hug. I let out a surprised huff, and then my family all rushed in to join the hug, leaving me hopelessly confused and crying in the centre of this pile of love and affection. I felt my hand signing the same thing over and over and over again, and Viran leaned over to whisper what it meant into T’s ear. He let out a watery grin and simply said, “We love you too, Lo.”
Somehow we ended up on the ground, still hugging, and my tears were finally starting to slow. The rest of my fam-friends had been giving us space, something I much appreciated. Finally, I started to try and wriggle out of the pile, and my family released me, understanding that I wanted out.
“So… we’re going to need some time to process, sweetie…” P murmured. My heart climbed its way into my throat, but V jumped in to soothe my worries.
“We’ll be back in like, two weeks, okay? Just giving you some space and time, and then we can have a proper chat about where to go from here, okay?” I nodded, and my family all stood up to give some tearful goodbyes before leaving me alone. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder, and I glanced back to see Patteit, smiling sadly.
“Hey, sweetie, how you doing?” Truther whispered. I quickly signed back Okay, and their arms wrapped a little tighter around me. “We’ve got something for you in your room, when you feel ready to come up.” I pushed myself to my feet and gave Patteit a shaky smile, curious as to what could possibly be waiting for me. Most likely nothing too bad; I couldn’t see anyone in this house being purposefully cruel to me. I followed Patteit up to my room and braced myself before opening my door.
Progic was the first to look up when I entered, a small smile dimpling his cheeks when he saw me. “Hey, Lo, how you feeling?” he asked, his normal boisterous tone missing from his voice. I shrugged, and he nodded in understanding. Moric gave me a soft smile and two thumbs up as I walked in, while Viran fidgeted with a lump of black fluff in his lap. Probably one of his guinea pigs.
“Erm… Lodec… we have… someone we’d like you to meet,” Viran mumbled before standing up and presenting me with the ball of black fluff. My breath hitched as I stared into the wide green eyes of the small kitten. My good arm twitched out, some instinct whispering that I should pet the kitten, and Viran’s face broke into a tiny grin.
“Her name is Sasha,” Viran whispered. I nodded, and Viran walked closer. “She’s yours.” I paused, blinking. I… had a cat? I couldn’t have a cat. Living things were not for me to take care of. All I knew was how to destroy life, not cultivate it. Well, unless it was plants. But I couldn’t be trusted with a cat!
“You’ll do fine, Lodec. If you need help, we’re here. She just reminded all of us of you, and you’re always talking about how much you love cats, so we all figured… sorry, it’s a stupid idea, don’t think anything of it,” Viran rambled, starting to retract the set of arms holding the kitten. I shot my hand out and wrapped it around his wrist, already signing No, wait, it’s okay, I love her, thank you. Viran paused and giggled a little before gently settling Sasha into my arms. I panicked, scared I would drop her or break her or harm her in some way, but Moric murmured “You’re not going to break her, Lodec, it’s okay” from behind me, in that Soothing Dad Voice that worked wonders whenever he chose to use it. I settled down a little, still tense, and allowed Sasha’s purring to soothe the rest of my nerves.
“We’re here, Lodec. We’ll figure all of this out,” Progic stated firmly, a fire shining deep in his eyes. I nodded, tears clogging my throat, feeling the love and support of my second family surrounding me. I knew I couldn’t escape my past. I knew I couldn’t even begin to make up for the horrible things that I’d done. But here, in this moment, at least for a little bit, everything was perfect.
Notes: Thank you for reading! A special thank you again to Tashi for letting me torture her wonderful fusions :) Please go show her some love, and I’ll see you next time!
@ask-the-fusions I seriously hope you liked this, Star and Tashi~
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Sparkling Morning Kisses
or: How to turn your new boyfriend into a blushing mess by Patton.
Being stuck in a car really makes your mind wander, I have no idea where this fluff came from, but alas here it is.
Ship: Logan, Patton and Deceit
Characters: Logan, Deceit, Patton, Virgil, Roman, Thomas is mentioned.
Warnings: none that i can think of.
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Tag list: @thought-u-said-dragon-queen, @philspinkyfinger, @leesacrakon, @cloudedskies29, @totellismert, @huntershollows, @naw2702, @corracii, @wolfoxymy, @winterswishing, @tacohippy56900, @cause-a-gay-has-got-to-slay, @ambersky0319, @bluethehamildork, @theorizing-puppet
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The morning light shone in through the window of the kitchen, drenching it in a gentle golden light. Patton was humming to himself as he danced around in the kitchen while getting the breakfast for the others ready, the had prepared hot water with one sugar cube for Logan’s tea and had the tea bag next to the cup, it wasn’t time to put it in the water yet.
Patton was whisking together the pancake batter, the tea standing ready on the counter, when two slim arms wrapped around his waist and a sleepy hum came from the person behind his as they nuzzled closer. Patton hummed back and leaned his head to the side to rub his cheek against Logan’s dark brown hair.
“Morning, love.” Patton spoke, gently kissing the crown of Logan’s head as he got a muffled greeting in return.
Patton would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy how cuddly and adorable Logan was in the morning before he got his tea. He giggled when he felt Logan kiss his neck before lifting his head to rest his jaw over Patton’s shoulder.
“Pancakes?”
“Yeah, It’s the kiddo’s favourite,i’m not blind to the fact that they have booth been struggling for a while, so i thought making their favourite breakfast would make them feel a bit better.” Patton put away the bowl of batter and reached for the tea and handed it to Logan. “Here you go, honey.”
Logan untangled his arms from around Patton and gently took the cup smiling into the kiss, Patton placed on his lips, and cheeks before kissing him on the nose and pulled back giggling.
Logan opened his eyes to lean forward and kiss Patton on the nose as well, only making Patton giggle harder and an adorable flush covered his freckled cheeks.
The smell of pancakes filled the kitchen later, and both Virgl and Roman had come down to eat, having finished and gone back to their own thing.
Patton sent a look to the clock and nodded walking over to the coffee machine and made it ready for Deceit’s arrival.
“Are we asking him today?” Logan asked as he looked up from the crosswords in the replica of Thomas’s newspaper.
“I- yes? I was hoping so. I’m just a bit anxious about it.” Patton said as he put away the dishes.
“How so?” Logan put down the newspaper and pen to give Paton his full attention. the moral side rubbed his hands along the cat hoodie.
“What… what if he doesn’t feel the same way?”
“From what I have managed to gather from the way he keeps looking at us when he thinks we are not looking, and from what Virgil had told me and I quote ‘he’s so stupidly in love with you two he won’t stop talking about it’. Also I believe it is best to show him what our intentions are and tell him, and if he ends up rejecting us, then… is it not better to know than being left in uncertainty?” Logan reached out and took Patton’s hand, giving it a squeeze of comfort.
“You’re right Logan… but I can’t help but worry.”
“And that is okay.” Patton only gave a nod in reply.
Deceit entered the kitchen with a wide yawn making his jaw crack and he rubbed at his closed eye with the heel of his palm as he waddled into the kitchen in his fluffy black and yellow striped morning robe, fluffy pyjama pants and a black t-shirt that had a bigger version of his logo on the chest, and fluffy yellow slippers.
It was to friggin early, despite the fact that it was the middle of the day.
He needed coffee and he needed it now, if he was to have the energy to deal with everything today.
He blinked when the coffee mug was placed in his hands.
“Here you go, honeydee, just the way you like it.” Patton spoke giving him a peck on the cheek, and not just any cheek, the scaly one.
“Glad to see that you are awake Deceit.” Logan spoke as he walked up behind him and gave his shoulders a light massage, knowing Deceit tended to get stiff often, despite his increased flexibility due to being part snake.
Deceit blinked again, when Logan kissed his other cheek.
He couldn’t help the squeak that left him at the suddenness of it all, not that he was fully against it. Logan and Patton had been part of his dreams for way to long and this was just one of many things his mind had made up for him to dream about.
“Your coffee is getting cold, love.” Logan spoke as he gently pushed the cup closer to Deceit who remembered the coffee again. He took a sip and in a slight daze left the space between Patton and Logan to sit down on the table.
Patton and Logan let him leave and Patton moved closer to Logan still unsure.
“Did we overdo it?”
“I do not think he is fully awake yet, and therefore have not processed the information. Give him a few minutes after he finished his coffee, my dear.” Logan said kissing Patton on the temple.
It took precisely 10 minutes and 3 seconds before it clicked and Patton and Logan got to watch how the whole human side of Deceit’s face turned red as Roman’s sash and the scales flickering into a bring yellow.
Deceit slammed his now empty mug, held by both hands onto the table and stared at them making a garbled mess of sounds neither of them understood, but from the confused flustered expression it was clear to them both what he was asking.
“We have talked to each other” Logan started “And we both care about you-” Patton elbowed him lightly in the side “Sorry we both love you very much, and would like for you to join our relationship.” Logan stated, rubbing his side with a pout that Patton kissed away in apology.
Deceit gaped like a fish before he closed his mouth and swallowed
“A-are you… are you sure… you want me?” he asked slowly.
“Yes!” Patton said before Logan managed to open his mouth again and moved over to grab Deceit’s cheeks squishing them a bit in the process. “I know we have had our differences and not always seen each other eye to eye in the past, but you’re whole presence here, dear, it made me realise that you’re not as terrible as you liked us to believe at first, and honestly, you are SO CUTE!” Patton turned to face Logan turning Deceit’s face to face him too “Just look at him! He’s an adorable noodle!” Deceit wasn’t sure what in his chaotic confusion spurred him on to blep, but still he did and Patton gasped long and loud as stars grew in his eyes “HE EVEN GOT THE TONGUES!” Patton screeched in glee, only making Deceit blush all over again.
“Well I do have to agree that he is adorable, altho he has not yet answered our question, so please calm down a bit, love.” Logan said with a warm smile on his lips.
“Oh! Oh right. sorry...” Patton let go of Deceit’s face and rubbed at the back of his neck with a sheepish look on his face.
“I… I don’t know...” Deceit started
“It’s okay, take all the time you need.” Logan reassured, Deceit stared at him before he looked down at his empty coffee cup.
“I mean… are you guys sure you want this?” he looked up at them both, hesitant and unsure, but they could both see the small glimmer of hope in his eyes.
“Yes.” Logan said with a nod and Patton was odding so fast and hard his face was getting burry as he repeated ‘Yes’ over and over.
Deceit looked away blushing at how honest they were being, before he rubbed at his scaled cheek and sent them a glance now and again before he swallowed, trying to get the dryness out of his mouth.
“Then...” he started having to think about what he wanted to say “Then I… I- I would love to.” he blurted the rest of the sentence out glancing up to them afterwards to see if they caught it and from the happy growing beaming grin that grew on Patton’s face it was clear the moral side had heard him and Logan reached out and ruffled his hair, making the mop of already untamed hair a bit wilder.
Deceit gave away a startled yelp when Patton suddenly threw himself at him, unable to hold back his affections, causing them both to fall of the chair and crash to the floor with a audible crash. Logan placed his face in his hands and groaned.
Only looking up when he felt two pair of eyes on his and he turned his head to see how Virgil and Roman watched from the doorway.
“What’s going on?” Virgil asked
“Why is Patton and Deceit on the floor?” Roman said staring at the sight of Patton drowning Deceit’s face with kisses and hugs.
“Deceit has joined our relationship and as you can see, Patton is being Patton.” Logan turned back to his two boyfriends and chuckled “All is good, now i got a boyfriend to save.”
Virgil and Roman could only stare as Logan with unknown strength picked up Patton from Deceit, giving him the promise of cuddles on the couch if he went and got it ready with blankets and pillows. Patton rushed by Roman and Virgil but not before giving them caring peck on the temple and crown of their heads.
Logan helped Deceit back to his feet, the other still flustered and looking dazed.
“You okay?”
“He’s gonna be the death of me, Logan.” Deceit looking up at him “And I would have no qualms whatsoever.” Logan only chuckled as he gently caressed Deceit’s cheek.
“Well, I can not let Patton get all the fun, now can I.” he said and Deceit felt his face heat up once more when Logan pulled him close. “May I?” Deceit gave a nod, not trusting his voice.
Logan closed the rest of the way, letting their lips meet.
Deceit wasn’t sure what to do with his ands and grabbed hold of the front of Logan’s shirt as he melted into the kiss.
If he’d known the morning would turn out to be like this, he would have woken up earlier.
#sanders sides#lodecality#Janus#sympathetic deceit#logan#patton#roman#virgil#text#the fox writes#fluff#toothrotting fluff#so much fluff
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moxceit, roloceit, analoceit, lodecality, prinxceit & royaliceit moodboards 💛💜💙❤
#sanders sides#sympathetic deceit#moceit#loceit#roceit#anxceit#moxceit#roloceit#analoceit#lodecality#prinxceit#royaliceit#moodboard
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Took me a while but i finally drew fanart for @ask-the-fusions !
It was one of the first aus i ever came across when I was getting into the fandom and oh my god I adore all the fusions and their backstories (I really wanna draw the rest i love their designs <3) It honestly inspired me with wanting to create fusions of my own, which im slowly doing! But ahaha yes hopefully more to come in the future~?
taglist: @notveryglittery @quantumducky @ajdraws0430 @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @spacedouterri @warnadudenexttime @sanders-sides-rebloger@emospacegeekvirgil @colorfulcollectordragon-2f8ee55c @theultimatemomfriend(message me if you wanna be apart of the list)
#Drawings#sanders sides#sanders sides fusions#ask-the-fusions#moxie#Vircei#pattiet#Lodec#fanart#hi i love and cherish pattiet and would fight for them
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Gladiolus symbolizes strength of character, faithfulness and honor, but most importantly they are a symbol of remembrance.
Lodec after being gifted a bunch of beautiful gladiolus, his favourite flower.
#sanders sides fusions#my ocs#my oc#my fusion#lodec#my art#my fusions#sanders sides fusion#GUESS WHOSE NEW TABLET BATTERY AND CHARGER CAME!!!#tashiarts
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I don't know if you're talking about me for the soft character ask, but I said Deceit, or Logan if someone had already asked for Dee? Or both, if you're so inclined
Yes!! I was! You're the only person to send anything about this.
And let me tell you, I typed this answer out THREE times and it just never posted. Then I accidentally deleted it...
Anyway
Deceit:
Dee can't really shower (neither the light sides nor the dark sides let him use their shower) so he sprays himself with whatever he can find, whether it be cheap cologne, air freshener, or perfume. Roman found out he would use one of his cheaper colognes, so he started to leave a more expensive cinnamon one he never used within easy reach. More often than not, Dee smells like cologne.
He loves the smell of chocolate, storms, and old hoodies.
He usually wears his usual outfit to sleep nowadays, as he doesn't want to be seen without it, but on certain days, he sleeps in a baggy t-shirt, an old hoodie that isn't his, and pajama pants or a green snake onesie.
Lodecality! I love Logicality, I love Dee, why not combine them? HC: Lo and Pat both often use Dee's head as an armrest because he's so short.
Anxceit. HC: Dee used to steal Vee's hoodie and hide for hours.
"Just Like You" by Falling in Reverse or "The Devil Within" by Digital Daggers
Snake. Duh.
Curled up for maximum warmth, cuddling his snake plush Sir Slithers.
He loves chocolate milk but hasn't had any since Thomas was 13.
A kiss!
Logan:
Logan smells like freshly done laundry and, on special occasions, expensive cologne.
He loves the smell of new and old books!
He wears a space sweatshirt and gray sweatpants.
Logicality! HC: Logan confessed his feelings with "Science Love Song"
Logince! HC: They may argue a lot, but don't you dare insult one while the other can hear you. They WILL throw hands.
"Oh No!" By Marina and The Diamonds
Definitely a crow!!
Lo sleeps like me! On his stomach, one arm under his pillow and one arm over it.
He love love LOVES coffee but it has to be extremely sweet.
I would give him a megaphone because maybe then the others would listen to him.
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Daily #28
Have I mention how much I adore @ask-the-fusions ??? Like Lodec is such a bean and I wanna hug him so badly and Remani is such a cutie pie???????? Like???? I LOVE THESE CHILDREN WITH ALL MY HEART?????
@punsterterry
#i wasn't sure what blog to tag?#so hopefully tagging your side blog was okay ;;#sorry ;;#lodec#remani#logan sanders#logan#deceit sanders#deceit#remy#remy sanders#emile picani#emile#picani#logan deceit fusion#loceit#fusions#sanders sides#sanders sides fanart#sanders sides art#sanders sides daily doodle#daily doodle#doodle#i did these a bit ago#im kinda happy how lodec turned out??#and the top remani turned out pretty good i think#i might digitize this#if i have time#i wanna draw the others too so look forward to that~#especially vircei
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I have drawn lodec in the Steven universe style! Bc,,,,ya know,,,,,he’s a fusion XD
@fangirltothefullest @teacupfulofstarshine @ask-the-fusions
#thomas sanders#thatsthat24#sanders sides#tw deceit#my art#deceit sanders#ts deceit#deceit#sympathetic deceit#logan#logan sanders#ts logan#fusion#lodec#au
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Been doing a lot of finished projects decided to do some ship doodles as a cooldown
In case you're wondering I ship:
Prinxiety ❤
Lodecality ❤
Anxceit first ♠️ but later ♦️
And I'm sorry for bringing my homestuck tendencies into my Sides stuff
#sanders sides#traditional art#sketches#doodles#romantic prinxiety#prinxiety#lodecality#anxceit#platonic anxceit#kismesis#moirails#logan sanders#patton sanders#deceit sanders#virgil sanders#roman sanders
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fusions, because they’re cool
I drew two of @breloomings ‘s fusions, Paran and Pavir
And I also drew two of @fangirltothefullest ‘s fusions, Decan and Lodec!
These first started as doodles, and then they turned into this
(I kept having a hard time with the lineart wirh the last two because I messed the sketch up and had to digitally fix it h n n)
#sanderssides#reminemiart#marnarart#fusions#sanders sides fusions#lodec#gancei sanders#paran#decan sanders#fanart#fusion au#fanders#famders#thomassanders#pattonsanders#romansanders#logan sanders#virgil sanders#deceit sanders#sanders sides au#sanders sides art#artist#ts
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This is a full, permanent collection of suggested OT3 ship names for the Sanders Sides fandom.
These suggestions will be used in an upcoming survey to produce a Definitive List of OT3 ship names for the fandom. If you feel there are names missing, please send me an ask!
ETA: This list has been updated to include names submitted through other rounds of the survey. If you have further suggestions, let me know!
A similar list for all pairings was created by @izzyfandoms.
Logan/Patton/Roman
CLM
Creaticality
Creativilogicality
Light Boyfriends
LMP
Logicalince
Logicalitince
Loginality
Logincality
Logincicality
Logiroyality
Loroyality
Loyality
Mologince
Moralogince
Moralotivity
MoRoLo
Poly Light Sides
Prinlogicality
PRL
Rogicality
Roloality
Rologicality
RoLoMo
RoLoPat
Royalogicality
Roylogicality
Logan/Patton/Virgil
Analogicality
Analogicorality
LAM
Logimoxiety
Lomoxiety
Lorality
Moxicality
Logan/Roman/Virgil
Analogicivity
Analogince
Analogivity
LAC
LAP
Logincexiety
Loginxiety
Logiprinxiety
PAL
Roloxiety
Royanxielogical
ViRoLo
Patton/Roman/Virgil
AMP
Anaroyality
CAM
Creativimoxiety
Moprinxiety
Moxietivity
Moxivity
PAP
Prinmoxiety
Prinxality
Prinxiality
Romoxiety
Roxality
Roxiality
Roxieality
Royalixiety
Logan/Patton/Deceit
DLM
Loceitality
Lodecality
Logicaliceit
Logimoceit
Lomoceit
Moloceit
Moraloceit
Pathos/Ethos/Logos
Patloceit
Snakogicality
Logan/Roman/Deceit
Decilogitivity
Delogince
Delogitivity
DeRoLo
Loginceit
Logiroceit
Loroceit
Roceitgan
Roloceit
Royalogiceit
Logan/Virgil/Deceit
Anadelogical
Analies
Analoceit
Analogicaliceit
Analogiceit
DAL
Deanalogical
Emotionally Stunted
LAD
Loceitiety
Loceitxiety
LoViD
LoViDe
Morally Grey Gays
Patton/Roman/Deceit
Crealiceit
Decoralivity
Deroyality
Moraceitivity
Moraliceit
Moraprinceit
Moroceit
Patroceit
Prinmoceit
Roceitality
Romoceit
Royaliceit
Royalidee
Royalitceit
Patton/Virgil/Deceit
Anamoceit
Anapatceit
Anxceitality
Anxmoceit
Demoxiety
MAD
Moanxceit
Moceitxiety
Moxceit
Moxiceit
Moxieceit
Moxiedee
Moxieit
Moxietceit
PaViDe
Roman/Virgil/Deceit
Anaprinceit
Anaroceit
Anxceitativity
Anxceitivity
Anxeaticeit
Anxroceit
Decanxiativity
Decreativiety
Denciety
Deprinxiety
Dexitivity
Prinxceit
Prinxiceit
Prinxieceit
Prinxiedee
Prinxieit
Prinxietceit
Roanxceit
Rodexiety
Roxieceit
Logan/Patton/Remy (Sleep)
Logicalisleep
Lomosleep
Losleepality
Losleepicality
Molosleep
Palogemy
Patlosleep
Remoralogic
Sleepmoralilogic
Sleepogicality
Logan/Roman/Remy (Sleep)
Creativilosleep
Locreatisleep
Locreativisleep
Logincemy
Logincesleep
Loginsleep
Lorosleep
Losleepivity
Losleeprince
Reprinogic
Rolosleep
Logan/Virgil/Remy (Sleep)
Analogemy
Analogisleep
Analosleep
Late Night Thots
Late Night Thoughts
Logisleepxiety
Losleepxiety
Mental Exhaustion
Remxielogic
Patton/Roman/Remy (Sleep)
Creatisleepality
Creativisleepality
Day Dreams
Good Dreams
Morosleep
Mosleepivity
Mosleeprince
Remoyality
Romosleep
Rosleepality
Royalisleep
Sweet Dreams
Patton/Virgil/Remy (Sleep)
Anamosleep
Anasleepality
Animosity
Anxsleepality
Mosleepxiety
Moxiesleep
Moxietemy
Moxisleep
Moxsleep
Remxietton
Roman/Virgil/Remy (Sleep)
Anarosleep
Anasleepivity
Creativisleepxiety
Drama Squad
Prinxiemy
Prinxiesleep
Prinxsleep
Rosleepxiety
Roxiesleep
Sleeprinxiety
Logan/Deceit/Remy (Sleep)
Delosleep
DeLoRe
DeReLo
Loceitemy
Loceitsleep
Locieep
Lodesleep
Losleepceit
Remceitogic
Sleloceit
Tired Moms
Patton/Deceit/Remy (Sleep)
Demosleep
Desleepality
Moceitsleep
Mociemy
Modesleep
Mosleepceit
Patsleepceit
Sleep Deprived Dads
Sleepaliceit
Sleepceitality
Slemoceit
Roman/Deceit/Remy (Sleep)
Creativisleepceit
Derosleep
Desleepivity
Princeitsleep
Prinsleepceit
Roceitsleep
Rociemy
Rodesleep
Roremceit
Rosleepceit
Sleroceit
Three Big Egos
Virgil/Deceit/Remy (Sleep)
Anadesleep
Anaremceit
Anasleepceit
Anxceitsleep
Anxceimy
Anxsleepceit
Deanasleep
Deanxsleep
Desleepxiety
Remanxceit
Slanxiet
Sleepceitxiety
Sleepxceit
Sleepxieceit
Sleepxieit
Logan/Deceit/Remus (The Duke)
Disaster Trio
Dumpster Fire Gays
Intrudelogical
Intruloceit
Loceitmus
Lodemus
Logical Trash Noodle
Logidemus
Lomusceit
Loreceit
Patton/Deceit/Remus (The Duke)
Deintruality
Demoduke
Demusality
Dukeceitality
Intrualiceit
Intrumoceit
Moceitmus
Modemus
Modukeceit
Virgil/Deceit/Remus (The Duke)
Anademus
Anxceitmus
Dark Boyfriends
Dukexceit
Dukexieceit
Duxiceit
DVD
Intruanxceit
Intruvirceit
Intruxceit
Intruxieceit
Keeping Thomas Up
Poly Dark Sides
The Dark Sides
Trash Goblins
Virceitmus
Deceit/Remy (Sleep)/Remus (The Duke)
Deceit(rem²)
Desleepmus
Dukesleepceit
Intrudesleep
Intruremceit
Intrusleepceit
Nightmare Gays
Nightmareish Lies
Redemus
Sleepceitmus
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Virgil: Okay Thomas, this is how it is!
Thomas: Okay?
Virgil: Dad! *points to Patton*
Patton: *grinning*
Virgil: Mom. *points to Logan*
Logan: ... I'm sorry... what?
Virgil: Stupid Mom! *points to Deceit*
Deceit: Excuse me?!
Virgil: Annoying brother *points to Roman*
Roman: Hey!
Logan: How- How am I the mother?
Deceit *places his hand on Logan's shoulder*: there is nothing we can do, we just have too accept it.
Roman: But.. if Patton is the dad, does that mean you guys are together?
Logan & Deceit: *chokes on air*
Patton: *confused head tilt*
Thomas: ... things will ever be the same...
#sanders sides#lodecality#Janus#sympathetic deceit#logan#roman#virgil#patton#thomas#shitpost#incorrect quotes#yes the fox got a new ship#do not edit or change
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Roses Writes Fanfic: The Master Post
Did you know I’m in law school? Now you do! My writing is likely going to slow down for a bit, but there’s a fair amount to tide you over 😘
Writing Tag: Roses Writes Fanfic
Chaptered Fics
Destined [Complete] [Read on Tumblr] [Read on Ao3]
After centuries of acting as an oracle to heroes, quest-seekers, and villains alike, Virgil just wants to live as a normal, modern human. For someone who can see infinite probabilities, you’d think he’d know better.
Relationships: romantic Prinxiety, romantic Logicality, past platonic/romantic Loceit, platonic LAMP/CALM
Selected warnings: Graphic visions/descriptions of violence, sympathetic/understandable villains, tragic backstories, cliffhangers
Breakin’ Free [Complete] [Read on Tumblr] [Read on Ao3]
The High School Musical au that absolutely no one asked for
A very closeted jock and a very shy nerd accidentally fall for each other in a haze of forced karaoke. Who would have thought they’d somehow end up at the same school?
Relationships: romantic Prinxiety, romantic Logicality, platonic analogical, platonic creativsleep, background Remceit
Selected warnings: internalized homophobia, manipulation of friends, Deceit is a schemer
Another Goddamn Hero Story [Complete] [Read on Tumblr] [Read on Ao3]
Roman used to be a Prince. He used to be a superhero. Now, he and his fellow villain Patton are the biggest threat to the status quo of Harmony City, and there’s no pair of heroes more trusted to stop them than Logan and Virgil. What happens when a bigger threat emerges than anyone thought possible? Another goddamn hero story, that’s what.
Relationships: eventual romantic LAMP/CALM, romantic Royality, platonic into romantic Analogical, background Remceit, familial Patmas
Selected warnings: graphic violence, major fandom character deaths, child deaths, hospitals/hospitalization, hallucinations, emotional manipulation, extreme poverty, cliffhangers
Starlight is Forever [In Progress] [Read on Tumblr] [Read on Ao3]
A highly-trained spy is send to infiltrate one the most prolific and dangerous crime families in the world. His targets? The family heirs: twins Roman and Virgil. Who just so happen to be multilingual, rich as sin, and utterly and entirely attractive. He's in serious trouble.
Relationships: romantic Analogical, romantic Royality, familial Prinxiety, familial Logicality
Selected warnings: lying, suggestive themes/allusions to smut, flashback to sympathetic Deceit
Love Language [Indefinite Hiatus] [Read on Tumblr] [Read on Ao3]
Logan loves all three of his boyfriends. He's smart - he should be able to figure out how to express it. Shouldn't he?
Relationships: Logan-centric LAMP/CALM
Selected warnings: none so far
Oneshots and Shorts
Prompt Fills of Various Lengths [Read on Tumblr] [Read on Ao3]
The Blue in an Ocean of Grey - Logicality Hurt/Comfort
Not Your Kiddo - Moxiety Angst
Clumsy - Logicality Angst/Dark
Glow - Platonic Logicality, Fantasy
Who The Hell is Patton? - Royality Captain America AU
Do It For Him - Royality Fluff
Ordinary Night - Single dad Virgil, familial LAMP, brotherly sleepxiety
Validation - Logicality Hurt/Comfort (tw transphobia)
Medicinal Poison - Moxiety angst
Pout - Remile Fluff
Auditions - Logince Fluff
Little Songs - Fae au, Rodecality
Last To Know - DLAMP Wedding Fluff
Monsters - Brotherly prinxiety, losleep, and moceit; background romantic remceit
Midnight Thoughts - Remile Fluff
Shorts
Do It For Us - Royality Wedding Fluff (sequel to Do It For Him), background Analogical, platonic LAMP
Lean On Me - Prinxiety Hurt/Comfort, breakup recovery, Secret Santa story
Sucker - Remile, tattoo parlor au, strong allusions to smut, platonic Remceit
Who Tells Your Story? - Hamilton AU with MoRoLo, Platonic/Antagonistic Prinxiety, and background Anxmile; major character deaths, child death, infidelity
The Store - The Unicorn Store AU, Prinxiety, background Moceit; self-doubt, mentions of abuse
Someone New - Hozier lyric-inspired short, Roman/Everyone, first-person POV
you should see me in a gown - Logince fluff, Logan flusters his boyfriend
this short is like a movie heist - (it’s all about vents) past Analogical, moxiety hurt/comfort, not really a happy ending
Smells Like Teenage Rebellion - mini superhero au; brotherly logicality, romantic royality
The Head Never Rules the Heart - yet another superhero au with romantic villain logicality that becomes lodecality, creativsleep heroes that may become creativsleepxiety
The Defiance of Rationality - a mini AU of Celery’s A Lesson In Practicality and Probable Theorem
Skin Deep - Roman & Remus centric story of being royal twins in a very appearance-obsessed society; angst with a happy ending; brotherly creativitwins, background losleep, platonic LAMPS, past moceit, beginnings of royality
Not-Quite-A-Fic/Ramblings of AUs
Doctor Who (platonic DLAMP)
Ouran High School Host Club
The Sides Get Drunk
Pride & Prejudice - logince
Princess and the Frog - logince
Howl’s Moving Castle
I’m Not THAT Cliche - College AU, prinxiety
Shit, I Like You x3 - creativsleep, analogical, logince
The Last Booth - analogince into LAMP dystopia
Sides As Seasons
Also,
I made my own Sides
Non-Sanders
Maid of Honor [Complete] [Read on Ao3]
Tamora Pierce’s Tortall-verse; canon-compliant
How Raoul and Buri fell in love, and how Thayet watched in the background, cackling
Pairings: platonic Thayet and Buri, romantic Buri and Raoul
#Roses Writes Fanfic#masterpost#sanders sides fanfic#sanders sides fanfiction#i may possibly write too much#what is an OTP all i have is multi shipping for days and days
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More Sanders Sides fusions! This time Lodec and Patteit (the two “reformed/good” versions of Gancei and Deitton respectively).
Lodec has one eye, and a mouth that cannot speak so he signs. (he also has hair that looks like a duck’s butt)
Patteit has two heads. One can only lie and one can only tell the truth. Which head is which depends on the day, though generally the one with the hat is the one who usually lies and the one without usually tells the truth.
They retain the heights of Gancei (6′2″) and Deitton (6′5″).
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