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starlightinhumanform · 4 years

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Friday Night Lights

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Romantic Prinxiety, Platonic Sleepxiety

Summary: Roman and Virgil play opposite positions on their rival high school football teams. It’s the Homecoming game and tensions are high. Neither are willing to lose but one must rise above the other…

Warnings (in order of strength): Some language throughout, Just Gays Being Dudes (That is to say, some mildly mildly risqué content)

Genre: Human (High School) AU, Rivals to Lovers, Eventual Fluff

A/N: I impulsively wrote a bullet point fic (*btw the bullet fic does contain some spoilers so beware of that before you read it*) several months ago and meant to flush it out a lot sooner but I only got a thousand words in before life hit and I wasn’t able to continue. I’m hoping to get the second part done soon, but in the mean time I thought I might as well post this! :D Love you all 🖤✨

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The locker room light was sterilely bright, fluorescent lightbulbs glaring loudly above Virgil’s head. Bodies rushed back and forth in front of him, occasionally bumping into his knees or ruffling his hair. A hand clapped his shoulder but between the padding on his shoulders and the distance of his mind, he hardly felt it.

He sat on the wooden bench, neck bent, eyes closed, and breathing deeply through his nose. He did this before every game. While his other teammates hyped each other up- yelling and pounding each other on the back- he would go somewhere far, far away. It was how he got centered before all the chaos, how he rose above the adrenaline pounding in his heart, how he won. But today was different. Today he had to win.

“Hey, sleeping beauty, you ready to smash this game?”

Virgil grinned as he opened his eyes and turned to look at his fullback, Remy, “Yeah, dude. We’re going to wipe that smug grin off Prince’s face once and for all.”

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Roman Prince sat in a tight huddle with the rest of his team, wearing a smug grin. This was the homecoming game, basically the most exciting three hours of Roman’s year. Besides, this was his senior year and his last chance to show the rival school where they belonged. (That is to say, in the dirt).

With one last shout, the team started jogging out of the locker room, jumping as than ran and yelling at each other occasionally like they couldn’t even remember how to talk. The energy was electric. Roman lived for moments like this. The only thing he loved more than the pre-game hype was the post-victory euphoria.

He grinned and ran out into the field. It was dusk, a dark blue sky fenced off by the bright flood lights ringing the stands. He was hit by the strange combination of smells that was only found on high school football fields- funnel cake and sweat and turf and axe body spray and face paint. He waved at the cheering stands and blew a kiss at the opposing bleachers who booed at his arrival. This was his world and that ridiculous West Shore High didn’t have shit on him.

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Virgil glared across the field at the pompous tackler from Monarch Knights. He was currently blowing kisses over towards his team and it made Virgil want to punch him. The boy was just so full of himself. Unfortunately, he had some right to be. On defensive, he was like a wall- one that simply refused to be knocked down. When he played offense, he moved like a tractor through the other team, mowing them down like they were cards and he was a quickly approaching tornado.

Remy laughed next to him, “I don’t think staring at him is going to do anything.”

“Well, if you do your job, I won’t have to do anything to him,” Virgil shoved him lightly in the chest.

Remy pushed back and it sent Virgil stumbling back a few feet. Virgil was by far the smallest on the team but he didn’t really mind; his job was to be light and fast. Being the halfback meant he got the ball and ran like his life depended on it. All the brutes around him were supposed to keep the field clear enough for him to sprint all the way to the end zone.

Usually it worked out well. Remy would run ahead of Virgil, knocking any threats out of the way and Virgil would carry them all the way to victory. Usually. Sometimes they would come across teams with some on-steroids sort of defense. Sometimes Remy would get pushed to the side play after play and Virgil would spend every down trying to weave his way through an oncoming river. Sometimes Virgil would get trapped in front of an oncoming wall and could hardly run an inch the entire night. More specifically, sometimes they played against Roman Prince.

Monarch Knights was the only school they had lost to the entire season. But not tonight. Virgil refused to be made a fool of.

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Roman could feel that stare from across the field. Hundreds of eyes were on him at the moment, but none were so venomous.

It was the little creep who played offense for West Shore. He was one of the strangest people Roman had ever had the displeasure of playing against. Virgil Tempeste was like a chihuahua- tiny, aggressive, and buzzing with energy. Standing next to him felt just as idiotically risky as standing three inches from a lightning rod in the middle of a thunderstorm. When Roman had been forced to shake his hand earlier in the season, he had been half convinced that Tempeste was going to bite him.

As difficult as it was to admit though, he was Roman’s biggest concern this game. The halfback was fast and he knew how to weave through even the best defense lineups. He moved across the field like an ice skater across a rink.

Roman tried to give the little weasel a wave, but he was too busy bickering with the boy next to him to see Roman. Is was oddly disappointing; Roman would have loved to see how mad he could make Tempeste before the game even began.

——————————————————- The pre-game niceties passed by Virgil in a blur. Someone sang the national anthem, a coin got tossed, and the Student Body Leaders said something over the speaker system but it just sounded like overly enthusiastic static.

All that mattered was that they had possession of the ball. That meant Virgil could start his sprint from the very start of the game. Virgil liked his position. He was important, he had purpose, it gave him an opportunity to use all of the anxious energy he had bouncing around inside. Most importantly, his position was the very back of the formation which meant he got to see everyone else’s asses.

He looked out across the field and over his team. Past Remy, their quarterback, and the long line of guards and receivers, the red uniforms of the Knights blazed an angry red. It was such an arrogant colour, bright and brash and filling all of Virgil’s senses. Every time they played against the Knights, those stupid uniforms bothered him a ridiculous amount. Maybe that’s why they wear them- like that thing the matadors do with the red capes.

Virgil shook his head. He needed to stay focused; the game was going to start in seconds at most and he was idiotically thinking about the opposing team’s colours. But if he craned his back he could just see Prince…

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Roman glared at the brute in front of him. His mouth guard sat heavily against his teeth. The bitter taste of plastic couldn’t mask the coppery adrenaline that coated his tongue and flooded his brain.

This was his game. His to win, his to conquer, his to dominate. And none of those Concord-grape-looking fools were going to get in his way.

The beast in front of him growled and Roman rolled his eyes. He really thought he could intimidate Roman? Bitch, please. He looked like the type of guy who would hurl slurs at Roman for wearing eyeliner just because he was insecure in his own sexuality (and probably thought that Roman was just a little bit hot). That type stopped scaring him a long time ago. Besides, he could brush that guy off like a fly.

The real threat was several feet behind him. Roman had come to refer to Remy Ristretto and Virgil Tempeste as Team Rocket because they were just as annoying and undermining- except they were often more successful than the cartoon characters.

Roman stopped trying to see Virgil and made eye contact with the wall just a few feet ahead, giving him a wink. He might as well have fun with this. Anyways, he’d have plenty of time to bother Tempeste later in the game.

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onthevirgeofdestruction · 4 years

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Dreaming While I Wake

Sanders Sides Foster Care AU - Roman-centric Angst & Hurt/Comfort & Abuse Recovery

Roman tries to be upbeat and hopeful despite all the shit that’s happened to him. And a lot of shit has. Luckily, his new foster home is with two literal rays of sunshine (and a sarcastic asshole).

Words: 3,977 Warnings: Spoilers and I’d consider checking them. Characters: Roman, Patton, Remus Universe: Dreaming While I Wake Genre: Power Angst

Chapter 21

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“Remus Reinhart!” A guard called, and the door opened.

Roman’s heart could have stopped. He was completely blindsided by finally being able to see his brother after so long. He didn’t look different from Roman, other than the fact that he was almost twice as muscular. So his fear was as stupid as he thought. Though it appeared like Remus had broken his nose and it set funny, even though it wasn’t very noticeable. Roman only saw because he looked at it every day in the mirror. His hair was shaggier than Roman’s, which was saying something, but everything else was like staring at an alternate universe version of himself. That would be bizarre if he wasn’t used to it somewhere in the back of his head.

“Ro!” Remus shouted and rushed up to the table Patton and Roman were seated at.

“Remus! Holy shit!” Roman exclaimed fervently before he could stop himself. “Have you been lifting the younger kids? What the fuck?” Roman exclaimed in bafflement.

“Why aren’t you lifting the younger kids? You got to be able to throw a punch!” Remus sat down next to Roman and the pair laughed buoyantly. “‘Ey! Seriously though, Sanvgjet?” Remus pointed to Patton.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. He’s okay. Do you still speak that nonsense language we made up?” Roman asked curiously, leaning toward Remus.

“Half of my unit does, the guards can’t break the code since there’s no code to break,” Remus tapped his head with a smug smirk.

“Remus is your identical twin?” Patton asked loudly and incredulously. Oh yeah, that’s the expression he was looking forward to. Sheer bewilderment. Roman smirked at Patton’s dropped jaw as he glanced between the two.

“He didn’t know we were twins?” Remus pointed. “You chaotic bastard, you wanted to see his face, didn’t you?” Remus laughed and hit the table lightly.

“I only just realized they didn’t tell him on the way over. Perfect opportunity. The face is worth it,” Roman smirked. “Seriously, though, this is bullshit. I’m really sorry you’re stuck in here. My SW said something about you getting drunk and starting a fire? There’s no way,” Roman said pointedly.

“I didn’t get drunk. I’m not that fucking bastard. That family was just assholes,” Remus huffed angrily. “But I did start a fire,” He shrugged, disaffected.

“You did?” Roman raised his eyebrows. “For god’s sake, why?”

“I didn’t mean to! They didn’t cook for me there and it was mom’s birthday so I tried to make her paella and it sort of scorched part of their stove. I ran away so they wouldn’t beat my ass for it. Mom would have been pissed if somebody touched us on her birthday of all days,” Remus said sheepishly. “I’m not the best chef, but I was sick of peanut butter sandwiches, and I just really miss her food,” He added solemnly.

“I knew that was absolute horseshit. I can’t make her paella, either. I’ve been trying, but it never tastes right,” Roman admitted hourly.

“We’re just going to have to wait till Dia de Los Muertos and ask her ourselves for how to do it, huh?” Remus laughed. “I just… still really want it again, even though I got in Juvie for it,” He admitted much more quietly with a reserved look on his face.

“If they wouldn’t kick me out immediately, I’d give you a hug, man,” Roman said sympathetically.

“That’s also horseshit nobody’s allowed to touch anybody. We’re all touch-starved bastards who get off on punching each other as human contact,” Remus bemoaned. “I think we could cordially shake hands like fancy fucks and be fine,” Remus held out his hand and Roman took it and they shook vigorously.

“Hm, yes, quite, stocks,” Remus hummed.

“Yes, yes, indeed, business contracts,” Roman nodded. They released before the guards got antsy.

“So who’s this incredibly baffled looking stiff and how’d a non-parent get in to visit me?” Remus pointed vaguely to Patton with a quizzical expression.

“That’s Patton. New foster parent. He’s nice, actually,” Roman motioned to Patton. Patton waved weakly, but he looked like he was still processing everything.

“I mean, he drove you out here, so probably. It’s been fucking years, man,” Remus faced more towards Roman.

“I’m sorry. I’m pissed about it, too. I’ve had just a real shit lineup of foster families. I lost phone privileges two families back, and I was with them for just short of a year and then I didn’t have your number anymore, I’m so sorry I never called, man,” Roman apologized emphatically.

“I mean, I’m not happy about it, but I get it. It’s not like I could get your number to call, either. Your jackass social worker would never share it with mine,” Remus shrugged. He didn’t look happy, but he also didn’t look hurt, which was relieving. Maybe Roman was afraid for nothing.

“Oh, I got a new one. They fired the old one. Long and Kistka story. Events transpired,” Roman replied, honestly not wanting to get into it. Though Roman wasn’t sure he could hold it together if he saw the police here. It was unsettlingly sterile, like those holding centers, and the guards were extremely unnerving.

“Shit? Kistka? Jesus. Some serious events must have transpired to get an SW fired, I had one who used to hit me and he just got suspended,” Remus said flippantly.

“Shit, that’s a bad SW. My new one is nice. He pulled some favours to get me on the approved visitors list along with the new guardians,” Roman explained.

“What, a real bro? Nice. Mental fistbump. If we make fists they will tase me,” Remus nodded. “My parole officer isn’t the worst. I had to throw my weight around for a while, but I’ve got respect now and the other kids give me some space. Can’t be the top of the ladder but can’t be the weakest here. I think I’ve mostly got this place figured out by now,” Remus explained proudly.

“I’m so sorry Remus, I feel like such a piece of shit for winning the fucking lottery while you’re stuck in Juvie,” Roman wrung his hands and dropped his shoulders.

“Hey, the fates be dicks like that. Honestly, it’s nice to know you’ve got it good, if that’s what you mean,” Remus nodded encouragingly.

“Nobody hits, nobody yells, and they have real ice cream. It’s awful I don’t deserve a lick of it,” Roman and Remus laughed together. Patton looked like he tried to object, but Remus cut him off before he could start.

“Man, I hope I get placed with someone who will let me visit you after I get out. I’ve just got one more month,” Remus said, seeming excited.

“One more? Seriously? How long have you been here?” Roman perked up immediately at that news.

“Just a little short of two years. They couldn’t prove much, but the family was intense about pressing charges. So I got a lengthy sentence for freaking out and running off,” Remus said, sounding annoyed.

“God, I freaked out and ran off last Wednesday and they’ve been nothing but nice about it and it’s driving me up the wall,” Roman rolled his eyes and flailed his arms slightly.

“What’d you freak out about? The usual?” Remus asked curiously, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

“Nah, I got this new thing where I have a fit about being a fuckup and I’m not punished for it, it’s weird,” Roman said dismissively.

“Ugh, what a nightmare,” Remus laughed. “So you’ve had mostly shit homes, too? I always kinda hoped you ended up better than me,” Remus admitted, sounding disappointed.

“Same,” Roman agreed sourly.

“Well, the nice part about Juvie is I’m so desensitized to hitting and loud noises that I don’t freak out about it anymore. I mean, the smell of alcohol still sets me off, but otherwise I’m a little better at handling it.” Remus said. Roman smiled at that. It was a mixed bag at best, but at least it was something.

“God, I’m worse if anything. Pat says that good environments are hard or something? I don’t follow. I just know I have a mental breakdown every goddamn day and I’m just so sick of it,” Roman groaned and leaned on the table.

“Ugh, that sounds like shit city. I haven’t had one in a while. Some kid choked me out like dad used to recently and I pulled myself together long enough to sock him in the dick and get out of there,” Remus looked proud of himself and nodded.

“Oof, in the dick?” Roman made a disgusted expression and winced.

“You’d do the same,” Remus accused and gestured towards Roman vaguely while he tilted his head.

“I know I would, I can’t even handle shirts touching my neck, but that had to have pissed off some people in your unit,” Roman said, motioning to the building in general with the hand that wasn’t propping him up on the table.

“Yeah, but ‘dickpunch mcgee’ ain’t been fucked with since. Somebody will doubtlessly try to get me back in the dick, though. I’ve gotta stay ready,” Remus said resolutely. What a nickname.

“That’s probably the hard part even if you have it figured out. No safe spaces,” Roman nodded hourly.

“Man, what’s even a safe space anymore. Safe spaces are a lie we tell ourselves. We ain’t safe from ourselves, even if we’re safe from others. Under the bed or in the closet always seems like a great idea until you’re cornered, you know?” Remus said blithely.

“Deep. Dark. But deep. Turns out I’ve been attacking myself so I get it,” Roman held up his arm. The bandages were finally off, but you could still the healing lines of nail cuts.

“Brutal. Badass looking though, like you fuckin’ fought a badger,” Remus smirked.

“Is fighting a badger badass?” Roman raised his eyebrow.

“I dunno, I fought one in the yard once and people said I was a badass. Rabies shot hurt like a bitch. Do you know when you started doing that?” Remus pointed to the healing scrapes on his arms.

“I don’t even know I’m doing it. They’ve been making me wear these stupid gloves at home,” Roman said, feeling annoyed with the situation.

“Gloves are pretty cool, IMO,” Remus made a spirit fingers motion and wiggled his eyebrow.

“I don’t want to be a ‘Hans’. Who wants to be a ‘Hans’?” Roman’s voice raised slightly and flipped his hand in the air dismissively.

“I thought Hans was a cool villain! He found himself in a shitty situation, so he made a master-plan to put himself in a good one! If he could have just married Anna off the bat, then he’d have been sitting pretty as princess-consort of Arendelle. I mean, assuming he stopped trying to kill Elsa to ascend the throne. He’d have no need to do anything shitty unless he felt like he wanted to dominate the world or something since he’d assuredly get a say in running the kingdom since he was honestly helpful other than the whole evil plot thing,” Remus explained his standpoint. It weirdly made sense.

“Huh. I never thought about it like that. I mean, Anna would still have been in a loveless marriage,” Roman said, not completely sold.

“She could’ve got the weird reindeer fucker as a side piece, it’s super common for royalty to have extramarital affairs,” Remus nodded sagely.

“Boy, that’s a freakin’ AU I never saw coming,” Roman whistled. “Bypass the events of the story completely. Elsa is clearly a lesbian, anyway. The movie could have used her powers as a metaphor for coming out or something,” Roman mused.

“Yes, make it gayer,” Remus hissed in delight.

“Um… Hans is gay and mostly leaves Anna alone. And Anna’s bi and Kristoff’s NB?” Roman suggested, not sure what Remus was looking for.

“Perfect,” Remus nodded. “Now you can be cool with the gloves,” Remus motioned to Roman’s hands.

“I do not follow your crack logic,” Roman furrowed his eyebrows.

“Gloves are gay,” Remus grinned.

“I’m not-” Roman tried to object.

“Yes, you are. We’re identical twins, fucko, that’s how I know. That’s dad talking and you need to sock that voice right in the fucking face,” Remus said seriously, looking Roman dead in the eye.

“Identical twins don’t necessarily have the same orientation,” Roman said dismissively.

“We’re monozygotic, not dizygotic, we statistically likely have the same orientation and I’m bi as the day is long,” Remus said firmly.

“Don’t you use math to fool me, I can’t do math,” Roman hissed in displeasure.

“It’s true, see, ‘cuz you’re gay and gays can’t do math,” Remus laughed.

“Fine! I’ll consider that maybe it’s dad and reevaluate my life or whatever,” Roman dramatically huffed and gave up.

“Thank you,” Remus gave Roman a thumbs up. “Any chance you’ll get kicked out in a month and they’ll maybe place us together if there’s a home willing to take two gay teens?” Remus asked hopefully.

“I said I’d consider it, I’m not admitting anything! But probably not. I’m getting medical care and shit, I think they might like me for some ungodly reason that I can’t comprehend, I’ve been nothing but an ass,” Roman sighed. “Patton, any chance you’ll send me back next month?” Roman asked, equally hopeful and depressed about the concept.

“What? Huh? I’m so lost! You’re both talking like a thousand miles a minute,” Patton answered, looking between the two with furrowed eyebrows and pursuing his lip.

“Any chance you’ll change your mind and boot me out next month?” Roman asked again, a little slower.

“What? No! Why would you ask that? I told you we’re not sending you back and I mean it!” Patton insisted.

“Ugh, see? But they promised they’ll take me to visit you even if your new ones won’t take you to visit me. I think they might actually be good for it since I’m here now and all. I’d kill to live with you again, though. I’d put up with you kicking me and everything,” Roman sighed, motioning to Remus’s tapping foot.

“I do be kung fu fighting in my sleep. But, actually, I shouldn’t share a bed. I sleep-attack anyone within a foot of me,” Remus said. “Defense mechanism, these days,” He tilted his head and shrugged slightly.

“I’d put up with the sleep fu. We can have 4 AM panic attacks together maybe,” Roman chuckled.

“Aw, brotherly bonding,” Remus cooed and fluttered his eyelashes.

“Shut up, you fucking dork,” Roman groaned. “I miss you so goddamn much,” Roman said intensely.

“Miss you, too. Don’t get emotional or they’ll kick my ass,” Remus shot a look to the door he entered from.

“Sorry. I know the no emotions rule. I’ve just been waiting this whole time in the stupid hope that maybe we can be brothers again,” Roman admitted quietly.

“I’m always your brother, you can’t lose me that easily,” Remus smirked and leaned forward.

“I must start lifting more weights and then I can punch you in the face through the mirror,” Roman motioned to Remus and laughed.

“Man, that’d be cool. I’d stab you behind the ear,” Remus nodded. “It’d hurt like a bitch,”

“Ugh, Rude!” Roman scoffed.

“Mirrorverse Twinicide! Calling the band name,” Remus declared.

“Shit, that’s a magnificent band name,” Roman nodded in agreement. “Is the food here okay?” He asked curiously.

“I mean, it’s better than starving,” Remus shrugged loosely, not seeming very bothered.

“That sucks. Hey Patton, can I give him the chocolates? They made Patton carry them in for some reason,” Roman asked, holding out his hand for the bag.

“Huh? Chocolates?” Patton pulled the bag out of his shirt pocket and Remus hissed in delight and made grabby hands. Patton passed it over, still looking kind of confused. “We couldn’t bring much, sorry kiddo,”

“Kiddo? Weird. Thanks, though! Oh my god, I just want to eat them all, but stuff like this is gold in there. I can use it to trade for things or favors,” Remus said, sounding really conflicted, glancing between the bag and the door he came through.

“Just pick a favour you’d do for yourself and eat a chocolate for it,” Roman offered.

“Oh, life hack,” Remus nodded and considered it, holding the bag. “There is more here than I need of favours, I think. Hm. Staying alive is a favour,” Remus chuckled and dug out a chocolate to pop into his mouth. He ate it with a massive smile. “Oh my god, I have had nothing sweet since our fuckin’ birthday,” Remus hissed in delight.

“We can bring more next weekend, kiddo,” Patton offered.

“What, we can come again?” Roman shot in excitement. Remus looked to Patton with a wild joy in his eye.

“Bring chips, too!” Remus cheered.

“I have no idea what’s happening, but sure?” Patton said. “We’re almost out of time for visiting. I think I see why you’re not good with time because I literally do not know how that happened,” Patton sounded really confused.

“Shit, already? Can we please stay till they kick us out?” Roman pleaded with Patton, holding his hands together.

“Of course, bud. I know it’s been a long time. Why are they only letting you get an hour, Remus?” Patton asked, still clearly befuddled.

“Oh, one hour is the ‘good’ amount of time. They don’t let us have more than an hour. If I was in trouble I’d have less,” Remus shrugged.

“That’s awful. Prison really is better,” Patton’s frown deepened. “There’s not a lot we’re allowed to bring you, but is there something other than chips you want?”

“Seriously? You don’t know me and you’re willing to buy stuff for me?” Remus asked incredulously. “What’s with this guy?” Remus pointed with this thumb.

“I still can’t figure it out, honestly,” Roman shook his head. “Too nice. People can’t be this nice,” He tilted to the side.

“I mean, he puts up with your ass,” Remus pointed to Roman and laughed.

“And I continue to be baffled by it,” Roman shrugged with amusement.

“Man, I hope someone will barely tolerate my presence over the clear and present disdain here. I mean, I will be hard to place now because I’m a ‘dirty criminal’. I’ll probably be in a holding center and end up in a group home at best,” Remus said, dejected.

“I’m so sorry, those centers set me off just thinking about them. I hope you’re not stuck in one long,” Roman was equally distraught at the idea.

“My parole officer says he’s already working with a social worker to find a placement. He warned me to not get my hopes up or anything, but he knows those places freak me out,” Remus said, a little hopefully.

“You, too?” Roman asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I mean, we were screaming like we were being gutted with a fishhook when they dragged us apart. I don’t think anybody in the room was okay with that. I bet we traumatized other people,” Remus gestured outward with his hands.

“Oh, god, probably,” Roman sighed. “Man, prison’s too good for dad, they should have let mom kill him,” Roman groaned angrily.

“Wait, what?” Patton asked incredulously. “I thought your mom died protecting you?”

“She died in the emergency room. The cops separated her from him before she could finish stabbing the bastard after he gave her the fatal internal damage,” Remus spat. “We were all in the hospital, after that. Black and blue with broken bones and shit! ‘Cept good ol’ Arthur, anyway. He was out back at the time. Obviously, dad had to get his guts put back in, but they should have just let him die,” Remus rolled his eyes.

“I still have fuckin’ nightmares about it. Ugh! Dude, the smell from dad’s guts, holy shit. I’ll never forget it. I try not to use serrated knives…” Roman mumbled and trailed off.

“I mean the flashbacks and nightmares aren’t great, but serrated knives always just reminded me that mom loved us enough to try to kill him for it,” Remus shrugged.

“I mean, that is nice of her and all, but that doesn’t stop the fucking blood-curdling screams from playing in my head. Though, to be fair, mom probably thought we were dead when she came in. I mean, we were barely breathing and there was blood all over us,” Roman shuddered. “You think we’d be here if Abuela didn’t have a stroke and she could still take us when dad fell off the wagon again?” Roman asked curiously.

“Dad would have done it one way or the other. I don’t think Abuela could have protected us forever, as hard as she and mom tried. I miss the fuck out of her, though. Remember when we got bored and sawed off those tree branches in the backyard when she fell asleep so we could hit each other with them and after she was mad she let us keep the branches? Great day,” Remus smiled and nodded.

“Not that this information isn’t completely and utterly horrific, but do you need me to bring you anything, Remus? We’re running out of time,” Patton shuddered and looked absolutely horrified for some reason.

“Oh! Right!” Remus smacked himself in the head and they both cackled.

“Mood,” They deadpanned together.

“Underwear. Medium. Black boxers,” Remus said. “Boxers and chocolate,”

“They-” Patton started, looking concerned.

“Listen, you and your sad smile don’t need to know what sick shit they put us through back there,” Remus pointed behind him with his thumb. “Just trust me on that. Don’t bring too much stuff or they won’t let you in with it. Less candy and only one of those snack bags of chips,” Remus showed the size of the bag with his thumbs and foreigners.

“I’m going to miss you all goddamn week, Remus,” Roman said despondently.

“Eh, we waited four years, we’ve probably got this. I dunno about you but life’s suddenly a lot more worth living,” Remus leaned on his arms.

“Oh, same. I can’t wait to throw you out of a tree,” Roman laughed evilly.

“Oh, come on, it only happened a couple of times,” Remus rolled his eyes, sounding amused.

“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, but a little vengeance never hurt anybody,” Roman smirked.

“I’m pretty certain revenge hurts people, there, Roman,” Patton stopped him and Roman shook his head sarcastically.

“The tall twink will protect me from your cold vengeance. He could probably reach in a tree and pull you out. You’re skinny as shit. I could carry you above my head,” Remus laughed darkly.

“Man, I haven’t had a house that let me eat full meals for years until these gay dorks, cut me some slack,” Roman huffed and flipped his hand as if he was shooing a fly.

“Gay dorks? All of ‘em?” Remus sounded oddly impressed.

“Yup,” Roman popped the p. “I mean Virgil hasn’t mentioned it,” He added while considerately tapping his face.

“You will get so bullied at school if that gets out,” Remus whistled.

“I’ll just start benching the other kids like you do,” Roman laughed.

“Time’s up,” A guard barked out near them and Roman and Remus both jumped.

“Shit,” Roman and Remus hissed in unison.

“I miss you, I have stupid emotions for you, I’ll see you,” Roman blurted out as Remus got up.

“Ditto. See you next week, thanks again for the chocolate!” Remus waved as he walked back over to the guard. Roman sighed deeply and Patton stood up to help him out of the table. He grumbled and stared at the door Remus exited through and pulled himself up to his feet to head out. It would be a long ride home.

Personal Taglist: @bunny222 @elizabutgayer @prinxietyforever @kanene-yaaay-o-retorno @the-sympathetic-villain @croftersjam15 @ollyollyoxinfree

the taglist repository:

High school: @dragonwithproblems @starlight-era @averykedavra @potatsanderssides

Roman Angst: @k1ngtok1

Hurt/Comfort: @callboxkat @nonasficcollection @supernovainthenightsky @evoodo123

Roman-Centric: @smileyzs @robinwritesshitposts @thatgaydemigodnerd

Fostering AU: @i-am-not-a-dinner-roll

literally everything sanders sides: @katelynn-a-fan @dwbh888 @grouptalekindnesssoul @the-hoely-bleach @anvil527up @fanficloverinthesun @brain-deadx0 @the-grounded-raven @ananonsplace

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birdsongisland · 3 years

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I have two pages full of sanders sides sketches (from a fic) or a character lineup of mcyt characters and idk wht to do first

#the mcyt characters might be a one off bc im probably leaving that fandom #just have to clean stuff up and put them in my internet archives lol #ent talks

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A Full Course For Candy Addicts

Character: Logan

The program used: Fire Alpaca

Time took: 1 1/2 Days

Artist Notes: I am proud of this drawing! I worked hard on this so I hope you guys like it; It is part of my villain lineup of Sander sides Characters as Villans! Also Momo, this is the one I was drawing and found out the song was about cannibalism.

Taglist: @goldendeerschemer @mason-does-a-thing @theshippingroyalty @simplelittlepaperyanon

Without Corners Below cut

#logan sanders #A full course for candy addicts #Villans Lineup #Cannibalism mention #Ts sides

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i remembered i had a sanders sides adventure time au so here’s a redo of the character lineup i did at the time with the original on the end for comparison (they’re p small so pls click for full quality)

i did some design tweaking (noteably making logan blue bubblegum and making patton just a dog person instead of a dog shapeshifted into a human shape) but their roles are still the same, obviously

i haven’t quite though of roles for remus and deceit, but deceit could be king of ooo and remus has ice king vibes so those could work well

#🐇.png #sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #ts art #ts fanart #adventure sides #thats the tag if i draw more lol

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Fusion/Triplet Theory

SPOILERS FOR NEWEST SANDERS SIDES EPISODE FROM 6-25-19.

So, in the newest Sanders Sides episode, “Dealing with INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS”, Roman was revealed to have a twin brother of sorts who revealed his name as “Remus”.

What’s instantly interesting about this is that, the classic story of the founding of Rome is that it was founded by one of the twins Romulus and Remus who were raised by the wolf Lupa (etc, etc).

Princey’s name is an obvious connection to Rome and Remus shares his name with one character, so why am I bringing this up? Romulus.

There’s a third name missing from the lineup (and Lupa, but we’ll ignore that because Lupa was both female and a wolf). Romulus isn’t referenced in any way anywhere. I have two theories about it. I have a thought through one and one that’s just kinda a hunch, so I’ll start with the hunch.

One, Fusion Theory: If Roman and Remus were to “fuse” into Pure Creativity (as they both share the title between them) their name would be Romulus. It would fit with Thomas’ love of Steven Universe, the missing name, and would fill in the question of what the side of Pure Creativity would be.

Two, Triplet Theory: Since Roman and Remus were not the twins, what if there’s the third facet of Creativity that still hasn’t been addressed. Basically, we have the Prince (censored, ‘pure’, happy creativity) and the Duke (uncensored, inappropriate, unwelcome creativity). But what if there’s another royal in the family.

Like how Logan was explaining about how the world isn’t black and white, Creativity can take more forms than just pure, good Princey and impure, bad Duke. There could be another “dark side” (still don’t like that term but that’s what we got) facet of creativity.

There’s also the interesting fact that in the story of the twins, Romulus actually kills Remus. While I don’t think something that drastic would happen permanently in Sanders Sides - you can’t get rid of intrusive thoughts after all - perhaps (if this theory is true) whatever side is Romulus will “ascend” (that’s the best word I’ve got) like Virgil and leave his brother.

Back to the actual idea though, the name Rome (and by extension, the conjugation Roman) is separated from Romulus and Remus because the latter two are living twins while the former is a place/empire. Roman is separated from Remus in multiple ways. He is with the “light sides” instead of the “dark”. He is in the exact opposite color scheme. And he explicitly establishes his distaste for his twin multiple times. So perhaps Remus and the theoretical Romulus would have more in common.

Also, veering off into more speculation, maybe Romulus would have the title of Count? It would continue the declination of power levels from Prince to Duke to Count (I skimmed the information on this stuff, so please correct me if I messed it up). Plus Count Romulus has a nice ring to it.

Regardless of if either theories are correct in the slightest, I really think the name Romulus will be important in some way at some point. The names in Sanders Sides have always been carefully thought out and deliberate. Remus would be no different. I see no reason why the connection would be ignored.

Idk, just another couple crack theories I thought of.

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Magic and Miracles - Chapter 13

Sanders Sides Big Bang fic, Chapter 13!

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Summary: “Don’t let them nip your ankles!”

“Watch where you’re swinging that thing!”

“My hair!”

“Guard the food!”

“They’re in the trees!”

Warning/s: food mention.

Characters: Logan, Virgil, OCs, Roman, Remus, Patton, Janus.

Tag List: @theimprobabledreamersworld @remy-please-come-back

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13 | Mysteries and Miracles

As the group got closer to shore, they noted how eerily dark the fog made everything look. Despite it being the height of the afternoon, everything was dimmed as if it were nightfall. The sun just barely penetrated through the thick mist, allowing the teens to at least see some of their surroundings. Logan hoped that this wasn’t foreshadowing any problems they might run into if they were still here come nighttime. He doubted they would even be able to see each other at that point.

“Now that we’re here, what do we do?” Patton asked.

Willow shrugged. “Search for where the Miracle settled, I suppose.”

“I think we’re going to need something to keep us together. It looks like we could easily get separated and lost in this fog,” Everleigh commented.

“Uh, oh! We could use a rope to keep us all tethered together,” Roman suggested.

Janus nodded. “Excellent idea. But we don’t have any rope.”

“I do!” Remus declared, taking some out of his inventory. “What? Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Do… you just randomly carry rope?” Virgil asked.

“Of course not. I just brought it along for this trip because no idiot goes on a ship without a rope,” Remus stated.

“Okay, well then, we should all walk in some form of a straight line,” Logan said.

“That could be a little hard with this group,” Willow commented.

“I’ll take the lead!” Janus and Roman declared in unison. “No. I will. Stop that. I said stop that. St-”

“How about you just do rock, paper, scissors for the lead before we all lose our minds,” Willow suggested in a slightly annoyed tone.

The pair had the decency to look sheepish before they did as Willow suggested and used rock, paper, scissors to determine who was going upfront. Janus ended up winning, so Roman decided to guard the group’s rear instead. The full lineup went Janus, Willow, Everleigh, Logan, Virgil, Patton, Remus, and Roman.

Eight teens in search of a humanoid creature with four wings and god-like healing skills. What could possibly go wrong? Trick question, because I’m about to tell you exactly what went wrong.

It was getting late, or the group assumed so because they couldn’t really tell with the mist messing up everything. At some point, Remus and Roman had started singing some silly songs to pass the time as they searched for literally any signs of life. All they had found so far though were some jackalopes, foxes and the occasional grumpy badger.

“This is the walking song,

The song we sing as we walk along.

How long will we sing this song?

We don’t know, but off we go!

This is the walking song,

Sometimes it’s short, sometimes it’s long.

But we’ll just keep on singing as we go along.

We’re singing the walking song~

Verse three hundred and-”

“Please, just make it stop!” Patton begged.

Remus pouted. “Aw, don’t you like our song Patty?”

“Remus, I love you. And I love your singing. But if I have to hear one more verse of that song then I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“That’s what our mom said when she heard it too,” Roman commented.

“Did you stop when she asked?” Everleigh inquired.

“Nope. But then we got grounded, so maybe it’s a good idea to quit while we’re ahead.”

Willow looked back at the others. “Have they stopped?”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, why are you kind of yelling?”

Willow took some cotton from their ears. “What?”

“Where did you get cotton?”

“I’ve had this on me since yesterday. Just in case,” Willow explained with a shrug.

“You didn’t think to share?” Everleigh pouted.

“Well, I have these big wolf ears that can be easier stuffed by the cotton.”

“But you could have shared.”

“I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.”

“Too late for apologies. We are no longer friends.”

Willow’s eyes went wide and her ears drooped with sadness.

“Oh, no, don’t cry! I was joking. Please don’t cry. You’ll make me cry.”

“I think we need to stop and eat something,” Janus suggested. “I feel like we’re all getting a bit… out of whack.”

Virgil nodded in agreement. “Let’s take a quick respite and rethink our plans.”

The kids sat down and took out some food for lunch. They didn’t think this would cause any problems but barely a moment after they took out their food, a small lizard-like bipedal creature appeared. It looked around the size of a normal chicken and seemed very interested in the meat on Janus’s sandwich.

“Uh, hi there. You hungry or something?”

The creature looked at Janus and chirped.

Patton cooed. “Aw, it’s so cute. We have enough to share, right?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Logan replied. “Feeding wild animals almost never bodes well. Especially unknown wild animals.”

“I know what it is. It’s a Compsognathus, or Compy for short. They usually travel in groups and can be quite… vicious,” Willow stated.

“What harm could this little guy do?” Remus asked as he petted the compy’s head.

“Not too much by itself. But in groups…” Willow trailed off and looked around uneasy. “Uh, guys… we’re not alone.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “Well, yeah, there are eight of us. Puls this little one.”

Willow gulped. “And their friends...”

The group looked at her questioningly then looked around to see what spooked them. That was when they realised that they were now surrounded by a hoard of curious compies. All eyeing the group’s food.

Everleigh swallowed a lump in her throat. “Nobody make any sudden mo-”

“Scram, you fiends!” Roman yelled, slashing at the compies with his katana.

“Yeah! This is our food!” Remus added as he joined in chasing the creatures with his morning star.

“Guys, calm dow- ah!” Patton shrieked as one of the compies fell on his head.

Willow scrambled to help him get it off and was bitten in the process. “Ow! You little-”

“Don’t let them nip your ankles!”

“Watch where you’re swinging that thing!”

“My hair!”

“Guard the food!”

“They’re in the trees!”

The chaos continued for gods know how long before a loud bang went off, causing all parties to freeze. The compies immediately scattered, running off into the bushes like their little lives depended on it, leaving the teens alone and confused.

“Phew, I thought they’d never stop,” Willow said.

“Yeah. Who set off that sound anyway?” Everleigh asked.

Virgil frowned. “I don’t think it was any of us.”

“Who else would it be?”

“Me,” a voice from the shadows stated.

The speaker stepped forward so that they were visible to the group. It wasn’t much help to see who they were though because they wore a full-body cloak with a hood covering everything but the lower half of their face. Whoever this stranger was, they exuded an aura of power and mystery, that seemed to bewitch the teens from speaking. They scanned each of them carefully before stopping to seemingly stare at Virgil.

“...Eirick?”

Virgil blinked in confusion. “Um, no. I- that’s not me.”

“Ah, right. That wouldn’t be possible.” The stranger sighed. “You must be one of his descendants.”

“Descendants...? Wait, do you mean King Eirick the Bold?”

“Bold, huh? That would describe him alright,” the stranger chuckled. “You look a lot like him, so I assume you must be of some royal descent.”

“Well, I don’t feel I should be revealing anything to a complete stranger. Much less my ancestry.”

“Right, where are my manners,” the stranger took off its hood. “My name is Nitya.”

Everleigh gasped. “The Miracle.”

Nitya raised an eyebrow. “Haven’t heard that title in a while.”

“So, you are the Miracle? The great healer who once lived in our kingdom?” Logan asked.

“I was never a great anything, kid. I just knew stuff after too many years in this realm and helped some people.”

“You healed thousands. Brought them back from the brink of death.”

Nitya shrugged. “That’s what happens when you max out your MP. I doubt that’s the full reason you’re here though.”

“Actually, that is the whole reason we’re here. My grandmother is dying from a curse of some kind, and no one knows how to cure her. She herself said only you could.” Virgil explained.

“Only me, huh? Sorry, kid, but I’m not interested in helping any more people. Not after last time.”

“Did something happen to your magic? Is that why you didn’t heal the princess?” Remus questioned.

Nitya’s eyes flashed with anger. “There was nothing to heal.”

“Woah, no offence intended. That’s just what we were told,” Roman stated.

“And what exactly were you told?”

“A king asked you to heal his daughter. You refused and he had you imprisoned. Then you escaped, killed some people including the king, and disappeared never to be seen again.”

Nitya sighed and rubbed their temples. “What happened to ‘history is written by the victors’? Well, you’ve got some of the story right, but the full truth is much more complicated. King Don did indeed request that I heal his ‘daughter’, except there was nothing to heal because he was completely fine. Just had a terrible father.”

“Wait, he?”

“The princess was a prince?”

“Yeah, Eirik had been born as Amelia, the unfortunate only child of King Don. His father wouldn’t accept who he was and tried literally bribing me to ‘heal the princess’. Of course, I told him off and he had me thrown into the dungeons.” Nitya explained. “Then I broke out, killed him, and only stuck around long enough to see Eirik crowned. He deserved that throne far more than his father.”

Virgil tilted his head to the side. “So that’s how you knew King Eirik.”

Nitya nodded.

“Not to be rude, but why is that your reason for no longer helping people?” Logan asked.

“It’s… hard to explain.”

“We don’t mean to push, but what could have caused you to cut yourself off from the world the way you did?”

“...I’ve been around for years. My ancient wisdom meant that no one really questioned the fact I was personally nonbinary and used it/its pronouns. But I grew up seeing others like me, non-cishets, discriminated against and punished for just being themselves. For simply trying to exist. Don the Dunce wasn’t the first parent to come asking I healed their perfectly normal child. He was just the one with the highest-profile. People tried to use me to further punish their friends, their families, their children.” Nitya choked out.

The teens stood silent, empathising with it.

“I tried to use my power for better. To make a place where we could be safe and happy. Dom destroyed that place when he had me dragged off to that dungeon of his. His men… I don’t even want to say what happened there. But after it all, I decided it was better to disappear. Forever.”

There was a beat of silence before Logan stepped forward and put a comforting hand on Nitya’s shoulder. “I am sorry you had to suffer through that. I don’t know if this would make you feel any better, but your actions weren’t for nothing.”

Nitya sighed. “I suppose there was some peace while it lasted.”

“I meant putting King Eirik onto the throne.”

Nitya blinked. “What?”

Virgil nodded. “He was greatly loved by the kingdom and known as the Bold because he was the first king to marry another man. He faced a lot of backlash but that first step led to a lot more freedom and acceptance in the realm. Today, many people of different genders and sexualities are able to be open and loved by their communities. Gay, trans, lesbian, bi, pan, fluid, they’re all just a part of the people we love. I myself have two dads who have been ruling over our kingdom with peace and love for years.” Virgil’s bright smile then dimmed. “They were the best.”

Nitya looked at Virgil with a sense of empathy and interest. “I think you should all tell me more. Especially about why you’re here…”

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“You’re all crazy,” Nitya stated after the teens had finished explaining everything.

They were now sitting all together in the specially made cave that Nitya called home. It had taken the teens here to have somewhere warm and secure where they could converse. And so, the group had basically dumped an entire play by play of what had happened to them in the past four stressful days, ending off with how they had figured out where Nitya had disappeared to.

“Seriously, what possessed you to think that it was a good idea for eight teenagers to travel across the sea to an island notoriously known to be inhabited by monsters hidden in mist?”

Remus shrugged. “Well, when you say it like that, it sounds nonsensical, but at the moment it felt perfectly sane.”

“I don’t think that any right-minded person would deem that sane. But I suppose you all must have someone in the pantheon on your side if you’ve already gotten this far.”

“So, will you help us?” Virgil asked.

Nitya hummed. “I can, but it won’t be in the way you expect it.”

Willow tilted her head to the side. “What does that mean?”

“Listen, even back when I was actively helping people, I charged them. It was how I made a living to support myself and the community. Of course, I don’t need that anymore, but I want something from you guys.”

The group exchanged looks of curiosity. “What can we do?”

“Help me finally leave this place.”

“...Like on our boat?”

“When I say this place, I mean, end my existence on this plane.”

Logan’s eyes widened. “You want us to kill you?!”

“No, ugh, explanations are hard. Listen, I’m half-human half-god.”

“So a demi-god? I thought they were mortals like everyone else,” Everleigh commented.

“Normally, yes, but you see, each child of the gods is gifted a special power when they’re born. I just so happened to be ‘gifted’ the ‘blessing’ of immortality.”

Patton frowned. “You don’t seem very happy about it.”

Nitya sighed. “It was fine the first couple of years. I didn’t grow old like my friends. But that meant I didn’t grow old with my friends. I saw so many souls to their deaths. For a time, it caused me to become a semi-hermit. That’s when I worked on my magic skills to get them to where they are. With the new amount of power I had, I thought I could make the world a better place… and then the whole incident happened and I… left society for good.”

“Oh. is that why you stayed here?” Roman inquired.

“Not exactly. One of my dear siblings came and lectured me on ‘abandoning humanity’. We got into a huge fight and then our godly parent decided to curse us to be trapped on opposite sides of the world. Now I’m trapped here until the end of time. Unless I use a uniquely crafted spell to transfer my power to another.”

“So, you want one of us to take your power?” Logan asked.

“No. That would leave one of you immortal and in the same position as me. I’d never wish that on my worst enemy. But if I divide my power amongst the eight of you, then at the most you’ll all live long happy lives.” Nitya explained.

The group was silent before Virgil asked. “May we have some time to discuss it.”

Nitya nodded. “I’ll give you guys a bit of space and get us something for dinner.”

It walked out of the room, leaving the teens alone in silence. Nobody spoke up. Their conversation was entirely nonverbal, but there was a clear consensus amongst the teens.

This was not a choice to be made lightly. Nitya was offering them powerful magic that would need to be used responsibly. They were young, not even in their adulthood yet. They had a lot of life ahead of them. Any onlooker might say they were nowhere near ready to accept this kind of responsibility.

But the choice was up to them...

And their choice changed everything.

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A/N: thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this. I'd love to hear what you thought about the chapter if you wouldn't mind commenting. Thanks again for reading! Here's hoping you have a magical day 💜

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Bo Nix, defensive adjustments, Boobee, Gus, it’s all here.

How’d y’all sleep last night, huh? Personally, scrolling through Twitter after a win like that turns the clock to 2 AM pretty quickly, but the bleary eyes on a Sunday morning are worth it when a game finishes like yesterday’s 27-21 victory over Oregon.

Man, Andy Burcham did a great job last night, and I know that early on I was thinking about Rod’s first game — the debacle against USC in 2003 — and how eerily similar this was shaping up. Thankfully, Gus made some changes and we settled in late. I think we’re going to enjoy having Andy on the mic this season, and last night couldn’t have been a better intro for him to start his tenure as Voice of the Tigers.

Alright, on to Snap Judgments:

Did the defense come out and set the tone early? No.

Did the offensive line show they had fixed the issues from last season? No.

Did only the good plays get called now that Gus is running the offense? Not really.

Did Bo Nix look like the next great Auburn quarterback? No. No he did not.

Did Auburn beat the #11 team in the country in a neutral site game with a true freshman quarterback? You bet your ass they did. As a Bama fan friend of mine likes to remind me... Good teams win, but great teams cover.

-Ryan Sterritt

Bo’s just like his daddy. Late game heroics made Pat Nix a legend at Auburn. For Bo and the start of his young career to end Auburn’s last offensive possession with a touchdown pass in that corner of the end zone... it left me speechless. Now, what does this mean for the season as a whole? Not a whole lot. But in the moment, it’s a bit time win for a team led by a true freshman quarterback and a coach that has a lot of folks, who will never get on his side, to quiet.

-Josh Black

Bo Knows.

-AU Chief

I can’t get over how poised Nix was on the final drive. This team showed its character last night. They could have folded down 21-6, but they kept pushing through. I’m so proud of them. It wasn’t great, but it was a win over a P5 conference contender.

-James Jones

I had a good feeling the whole way through. Despite the rough start from the defense, Kevin Steele’s group kept the game within reach. Boobee Whitlow played his tail off and really got the offense going. Will Hastings and Eli Stove made good contributions in their return to the lineup. On defense, K.J. Britt and Jeremiah Dinson had outstanding games, especially Britt. He was all over the place! The last drive was quite legendary. Yes, Bo wasn’t perfect last night, but it was his first collegiate game and he’s going to make mistakes. But with the game on the line, he made some incredible plays with both his arm and his feet. And they finally got Seth Williams involved too! There was one game this weekend featuring two ranked teams. Auburn won it. War Eagle!

-Will McLaughlin

Eli Stove is my Moon Pie and RC Cola Contributor of the Game. He stepped up in the second half and is responsible for a ton of our second half yards. Bo Nix looked like a freshman at times, but also looked like the moment wasn’t too big for him after halftime. He threw some ducks and some balls that sailed on him, but he threw two huge completions late and is hopefully establishing a rapport with Seth Williams. I love him.

-Son of Crow

Rightfully so, most of the talk this week is going to be about Bo Nix and his first game ending like that. Legend in the making for sure. The final drive was really similar in multiple ways to two of his dad’s most famous moments in orange and blue — obviously the touchdown pass looked a lot like Nix to Sanders against Bama in 1993, but the game-winning drive in the Swamp in 1994 had a fourth down conversion and a clutch sideline route that put Auburn in scoring range. I’m sure Bo’s seen that tape plenty of times, and the historical context of what he did can’t be overstated. Freshmen don’t just shrug off turnovers and missed throws and dial in at the most crucial moment. He did.

Other than him, Boobee Whitlow showed that his work with Cadillac has paid off. He looked like a mixture of Kerryon, Tre Mason, even Cadillac himself last night running the football. It’s clear that he’ll be the workhorse of the group, and he may have established himself quicker than Gus usually takes to decide on a feature back. You could tell some of the limited reps in camp for Seth Williams and others hurt a bit in the game, but when it mattered Bo was dialed in with his receivers. Oregon seemed like they wanted to take Williams out of the game, but forgot about him late and asserted himself.

On defense, I kept expecting Oregon to hit another big play, but after the first quarter their drive chart went punt, fumble, punt, punt, half, touchdown, punt, punt, punt, downs, punt, half. Fantastic adjustments from Kevin Steele allowed Auburn to stay within striking distance. Also, despite limited depth, the Auburn defense got stronger as the game went on, while the Oregon players clearly weren’t conditioned well enough to prevent cramping. Guess that mustachioed strength coach they’ve got needs to revamp his program a bit.

Now it’s time to refocus because Tulane isn’t going to be the easiest G5 game in the world. They can score points, but we should be able to get out with a solid win next weekend while growing the cohesion of the offense.

-Jack Condon

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