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hii shapa!!! I have some questions about the phantom au again!!

1. I remember reading from past asks that Roman went to a technology institution in Germany to train for owning Kingdom Ent., right? Could you elaborate on that? Like, did he use the knowledge he got from there to help become Phantom? Was he the Phantom during this time, or after?

2. Is Virgil the *only* person who knows Roman's the Phantom? I have a feeling there's other people who HAVE to know, like even those who built his mansion with the lair? Or did it magically come with the house😭 (Also does he have any allies? Whether it be other supervillains in Cardenia or not?)

3. Does Virgil meet Roman's parents? I feel like they would, what are their impressions of each other? I have a feeling Analyn would like them sjdksjd

4. What exactly are his nanobots? I know you said they're used for hacking and stuff like that but could you elaborate on them? In my head they're like the tiny bots in Big Hero 6 ngl but I have a feeling that's inaccurate😭 Could you confirm what exactly they're like?

5. Do you have a voice claim for Roman's Phantom voice?? My best friend and I are very much obsessed with this au together and she was wondering about this skdjdk

6. What's Roman's lair like? Is it like underground? Above ground? I know you said Roman and Virgil both get into it via fingerprint access, but how does the entrance look assuming it'd be disguised? What does it look like inside?

7. Another question from my friend, since the public knows they're together, what kind of dates do they go on, if any? I get they're less intimate in public but do they go out that much?

8. My friend also asks, if Patton/Janus were hypothetically in this au, would they be heroes or villains? Ik that Janus isn't in the au at all since he's your least fav iirc, but she's still curious hahah

9. Would Roman ever retire from being the Phantom? I assume he would at ONE point but if it's not due to age, what would be the reason if he ever does? (From my friend)

10. Do they ever get a pet together?? (From my friend)

(ik it's a lot and ofc you don't have to answer all of them, especially if you're not developing the au that much anymore but tysm anyway if you do!! 🫶)

Well, Skye ( @thunderholtz) and I don't have much of a narrative for the au so the world building stopped at “World of superpowers, one non-superpowered Villain” but there is tons of character building and AUs of this AU we like to talk about.

In all honesty we made a baijillion AUs and what-ifs for the supervillain au so if you're still interested, You can ask about those >:3.

Anyway, here are the answers!

He went to college there for about 2-3 years and he more accurately was an apprentice for a prolific nanotechnologist. He wasn't the Phantom at this time but he was drawing up his plans to carry out during that time.

He's been good at business for a long while Thanks to how Dominic raised him (and traumatized him) so he didn't exactly have to train to take over Kingdom Ent. Because he's been primed his entire life, however, he did go to Germany to learn technology and mechanics.

(He “debuted” as Phantom at 21, he went off to college at 18 and assumed the role of CEO at 20 so he’s been in college for just about 2 years. But this isn't hammered out :3.)

Well, Virgil's the only one to know with absolute certainty that it's Roman because he revealed his identity to them.

The only other people who could possibly know is Remus and Analyn (His mother) but they don't pay as much attention to the news or any theories like some people do.

If anyone does suspect Roman’s identity it's most likely based in conjecture and they don't have any solid proof of them being the same person. I mean, at most if they try to point it out it'd either be dismissed as a crazy theory or be turned into a meme that no one takes seriously.

I mean, in this world where super-powered people exist, most people assume the Phantom has a power in some capacity. Roman is very publicly known to be a person without super abilities or powers so the discrepancy is very clear.

And Tbh y’all the public is very stupid, they don't pay close attention to things and there's a lot of details they gloss over or miss unless they're exactly like Virgil: A psychoanalyst who literally can notice every little thing about people then from their habits and preferences they can practically weave together fragments of their life, They literally cannot think any theory is too crazy to investigate. They are on a level of intellectually unhinged that people can’t match which is the reason why they managed to be right.

The lair thing will be answered later, and the Phantom is known to work alone and Roman doesn't trust anyone else but himself (Or Virgil) to carry out his plans so he doesn't make any allies.

Tl,dr: Yes, Virgil's basically the only one who knows. Remus and Analyn have a hunch but they don't act on it / Doubt it.

Skye and I Discussed this before (Very long ago)! “Virgil would be passive aggressive towards Dominic, but in a very southern American way. Like they’re sweet and kind and everything, but they’re also looking at him with that little edge in their eyes and also with an edge about them like they’re waiting for him to move wrong so they can protect the one they love. They would love Analyn, though! They think she’s sweet and wonderful and they know where Roman got all of his charm from when they meet her” - Skye

Dominic wouldn't approve much of Virgil because he thinks that they won't be much of a good influence on Roman or good for the Princes’ reputation but he holds his tongue on any critique because of Analyn.

Analyn absolutely loves Virgil and believes that they can make Roman happy and treat him well. After all, if her son is happy and there's no glaring issues with Virgil, she sees no reason to be unhappy with their relationship.

I feel like Virgil would meet a Roman’s parents just a half year into dating.

Well, as a general rule of thumb in my mind, They're about the size of a tiny fruit fly and they're generally multi-purpose: they hack, they survey, they make holographic displays, they restrain (With metallic tendrils), etc.

Roman does make some specialized bots which do one function with the fullest capability. For example, he has nanobots for chipping and wiretapping purposes, he has nanobots for purely combative and restrictive purposes, etc…

They're basically just little bots that aid him in carrying out his plans as simple as that :3.

Unfortunately no 😔

It's already hard trying to find a voice claim for Roman so it's even harder to find one of his Phantom voice. I think the closest we can get to his vocal quality is AJ LoCascio as Lotor but it's still off with what I imagine his voice to be :’).

His lair is basically a repurposed basement. It had many entries from inside the house so he simply closed some entries off and built in the locks and tech himself. He studied mechanics and technology, he can pick up on home repair and installments himself :3. He also may Have stolen some materials to use as the Phantom so people won't suspect anything.

I haven't really thought much about the interior if I’m being honest. I mean, obviously, It’d be littered with blueprints and plans and have organized shelves of his tech and info… but the layout, I haven't thought much of it.

As much as possible they like to keep their dates private so sometimes they go undercover (Though they know paparazzi will still find them), sometimes Roman reserves private booths/rooms at restaurants or venues… but most times they have their dates at home.

Virgil doesn’t like going out in public much because of a.) Being chased by paparazzi is very anxiety-inducing and not what they want on a date, and B.) Roman always has to “perform” in public in order to keep up his image and they don’t like that because it’s practically a fake version of him and not who they fell in love with. It’s pointless to go on a date if your partner is keeping a facade the entire time, no?

Roman also hates having to perform and pretend on dates so he always tries to keep everything private not only for Virgil’s but also his comfort.

As long as they're spending time together with romantic intent, they count it as a date so A simple at-home dinner talking about their day and a few drinks is a date to them.

I mean to be fair, Logan Patton and Janus haven't come up much in mine and skye's au discussions but we have a vague idea of Patton being Virgil's college friend.

As for Janus, all I can think about is him working alongside Logan in the government trying to unmask the Phantom. As for powers, I think he'd be a lie detector but only if the other person is attracted to him So he’s probably androgynous in style and presentation to appeal to anyone. But idk haha

Well, age would be his one and only reason ideally but if he were to lose mobility i.e: Losing limbs or developing a chronic illness… or if his being the Phantom detrimentally affects his family (I assume he would have adopted kids with Virgil at that point) then he would retire or at the very least slow down his activity.

Personally, I feel like They would probably adopt a pet during the period where they're married and Virgil wants kids but Roman wasn't ready for them.

I feel like knowing their personality, they'd adopt a cat but I can also see them adopting a dog. Either or both, honestly. Thank you for asking all of these questions!! :D.

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Sanders Sides: College AU - Part 3

Character sheets | Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2

Patton has a very bad night, like many before it, that quickly descends into a very nice night, like none they've had before it.

Janus seethes. Remus tries to help.

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[CW: alcohol, manipulation, implied abusive father, nightmares, panic attack, religion, sexual themes/implications, unintentional misgendering

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It’s always the same sea. The dark, choppy water blasting foam into their mouth, tossed around and around in the storm.

Every night this dream comes, and even asleep Patton’s dream self has come to accept it, letting the waves toss them limply as they choke. Suddenly they are tossed onto a rock, and their drenched form lays naked on the cold surface. Shaking, they gasp at the freezing air, coughing up seawater. They drag themselves to their feet, stumbling down the rock, compelled by the same force as always. “Someone wants to see you,” calls their mind, driving each shivering footstep.

They make it to the beach, that grey sand cutting into their feet with torn bits of shell. There, as always, they collapse on the beach, subconsciously preparing themselves. There is a great sloshing of the ocean, and a shadow rises above them; they gasp wetly as it overtakes them. Patton sits up on the coarse sand, turning to look at the statue before them. “Hi, pa,” they whisper. The statue is silent, looming.

Hugging their legs, Patton looks up at the stone eyes. Their gazes lock, and they brace themselves.

Water gushes from the eyes, nose, and mouth of the statue, falling directly onto them in torrents, burying them beneath deep, dark water. They can do nothing but sob and choke, drowning, drowning, drowning.

They jolt awake, gasping. Patton grips their hand into the sheets just beside the body of their sleeping partner, glancing up at him through hurried breath to make sure they haven’t woken him. Virgil is sleeping soundly, thankfully, and they swallow hard as they sit up and stare at the wall.

Being in bed becomes too upsetting, and like many nights before this they stand up to go sit in the living room. They fall onto the main couch and drop their head into their hands. If they didn’t know any better, they’d think God was torturing them. But they know by now that He’s not watching close enough to care. Their face furrows up, and a few hot tears spill into their palm.

The house itself is upsetting. All of it is. They need to get out. They need to run! This swelling restlessness fills their gut, and Patton inhales sharply as they go back to their room just briefly to put on clothes. Virgil doesn’t stir in his sleep as they quietly dress themselves, throwing on one of Virgil’s black hoodies over their own clothes, perhaps to make them look scary, but more to make them feel scary. They glance at his black hair peeking out of the covers as they pass through the doorframe, but worry over him isn’t enough to unravel the storm twisting their gut and telling them to escape, somehow.

In Roman’s car, halfway towards nowhere, the world barely feels real to them. Patton listens to wind whistle against their ears from the window and zones out to the tune of yellow street lights and honking late night drivers. They even honk at people themselves, something they’ve never done before. It’s just the agitation, they tell themselves, rubbing their forehead. It’s just the lack of rest and the fact that I’m in the party side of town.

Rows and rows of bars line the streets, and Patton’s fingers tap the wheel anxiously. They chew on their lip, breathe in deep, and pull over on the street next to the first one appearing to be a gay bar – perhaps that will be safer? Having never gone to a bar in their life, Patton feels ridiculous and child-like on the sidewalk outside. Being an over 6 foot, stocky person brings them no comfort, and they bet they’d look small next to a 4-foot-nothing guy right now.

The door is pushed open onto music and mostly darkness. The only lights are underlighting the bar and the neon glow-in-the-dark dance floor and wall designs lit up under black lights. People are mostly dancing rather than sitting, so the bar has many available seats. Patton nervously shuffles onto a stool that glows with bright blue flecks under the lighting. Every seat is a seemingly random color, and they do admit the effect is very pretty – like bioluminescent sea creatures in the deep dark. The haze of bodies crushing and pulling and swaying makes them dizzy.

“Hey, buddy?” someone calls, fully tapping them. Patton startles, adjusting their glasses as they look up at the bartender. “I asked what you’d like to drink!” The bartender is an older woman with buzzed hair and black lipstick on, Patton would consider her very pretty if they were focused enough to process it. Instead, they stumble on an order.

“Um, how about, uh- I don’t know the names of drinks- Uhh a martini?” They laugh nervously, but manage to spit out the first drink they could think of.

The bartender gives them a look that seems to be pitying, and nods, going off to make their drink. Patton puffs out a breath and sets their forehead in their palm.

“You look nervous,” a smooth voice from beside them calls out above the bumping music. Patton startles, and turns to look at the golden flecked stool beside them. A woman with two toned hair smiles at them there, giving a little wave. She already has a drink, something that glows and bubbles under the blacklights. “Up here, honey,” she laughs, and Patton’s wide-eyed gaze meets hers properly.

“S-sorry! I… ah, geeze, I guess I am nervous.” Patton lets loose a high-pitched giggle, truly overcome with the nerves.

“Cute jacket. You look too old for this to be your first night out. Is it the being alone?” The woman sips her drink, animatedly glancing around the two of them as if looking for threats. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite without consent.”

Patton gapes at her open-mouthed, cheeks going dark with blush. The girl laughs smoothly, and also begins blushing. Patton can just barely see lighter patches of vitiligo under the lights, but every part of her skin aside from her face is covered somehow, mostly in skintight black clothing.

“You look like someone just puked in front of you or something, am I that bad at flirting?”

“Oh, oh no no, it’s not that! I’ve just- I never- This actually is my first night out. Um, ever. I’ve never even been in a bar before.”

The girl tilts her head to the side, her face seeming to wrinkle with confusion. “Wait, seriously?! Your first time ever?”

“Uh, yes?”

“Oh my gosh! Do you have a drink coming? I can help you choose a nice one if you’d like.”

“I- I’ll be honest, I ordered a martini on impulse, I don’t know any drinks.” Just as they were saying it, the bartender comes back over holding said drink, setting it before them.

“Oh, hey!” she calls to the woman. “Let me guess, you’re paying for this one? Or are you managing to sit next to a pretty girl and not flirt for once?”

Patton cringes at the girl comment, but they don’t expect much else from a stranger considering their presentation. The woman nods and winks, shushing her finger over her lips. The bartender laughs, definitely knowing this woman well. She must be a regular, Patton decides.

“Get two BJs for us, and then we’ll see.” As the tender walks off with the money, Patton glances at the woman cautiously. She looks at them as well, smirking. “Based off of that face I’m guessing ‘girl’ wouldn’t be best.” Patton startles, and the woman smiles wider. “You make expressions like a cartoon character, and you cringed the second that word left Katty’s mouth, love.”

“W-well… Yes, uh, girl wouldn’t be best. I’m nonbinary. Thanks for, um… noticing? I-I don’t know.”

“You can relax. You’ll be ok, um…?” The woman extends her gloved hand in question, stalling for a name.

“Pat,” they offer, shaking her hand. They know better than to give a full name to a stranger.

The woman’s smile chills over a bit, but she doesn’t say anything. “Call me J.”

“Jay, like a bird? Or the letter?”

She laughs, melodic and cool. “Yes, the letter. I mean, you know how it is with strangers and all.” Patton tenses up slightly, and turns back to the bar to stare at their martini. ”Are you going to try it, Pat?”

“I- I will, yeah,” they gulp, another nervous laugh worming its way out of them. They pick up the drink, and bring it to their lips shakily. It doesn’t taste nice, but it’s not horrible either. It does make them cringe slightly, and the woman definitely notices as Patton watches her black-stained lips curl up at the corners yet again.

“Didn’t like it?”

“It’s really… unique. I haven’t had much alcohol before. I don’t think anything else really tastes like this!”

“Unique. What a funny word for it.”

The bartender, Katty apparently, comes back with two shot glasses stacked high with whipped cream. The liquor inside is a light toffee color. “Here you go, guys! Make sure she drinks it right!” She walks off before any corrections on gender can be made, and Patton chalks it up to her seeming to be older, in her 50s at least.

J grabs the drinks and slides them to the edge of the table. “Stand up with me, there’s a special way to drink these – you can’t use your hands,” she winks, gesturing to her mouth. Patton flushes again as they watch her place her hands behind her back, and lean over the shot glass, taking it around the rim in her mouth and tilting her head up and back to knock the alcohol into her mouth. She sets it back on the bar with a flushed laugh.

Patton stares at their own, unsure if they can manage that feat. They try though, for the impulse of it, stanced with their feet to the side and leaning down. They can feel how intensely they’re being watched by J as their lips close on the glass, whipped cream already on their tongue. It hits them why it’s called a ‘BJ’ as they lean back and choke just slightly on the sweet alcohol. It’s nice, though, tasting like coffee and cream.

“Good job!” The woman claps her hands together once, chuckling.

“That tasted really good actually,” they admit a bit timidly.

“Of course you like the sweet stuff. You look that type.”

“What do you mean?”

“You look sweet as pie, honey,” she says, putting on a faux southern accent like a stereotypical cowgirl.

Patton laughs, bashful. They don’t get flirted with often, and in fact Virgil is their first partner ever-

Oh. Virgil. Patton tenses up, suddenly horridly ashamed at having felt attraction to anyone else. “Oh my god, I- I’m sorry, I forgot to say, I have a partner! I- Oh my gosh I’m sorry, I know you’re flirting with me but it’s-“

“Calm down, honey,” J laughs. “I could kind of guess, honestly. The hoodie doesn’t fit well… and it doesn’t suit you at all. Patchwork isn't your thing - very 'unique' though. One of a kind.”

Patton blanches slightly, staring at her, not for the first time tonight. “You’re really um… perceptive!”

“Hell, someone has to be on this miserable planet, right?” She laughs, then sighs. “Well, there goes my night.” A pause. “Or maybe not. You still need a bar buddy, even if the partner slot is taken. Who else would keep you safe among these scoundrels,” she hisses the last part, like someone telling a campfire story with intent to terrify. “You, Pat, are going to get all of the best drinks from the best bars in town or so help me god.”

Patton laughs, untensing and feeling a little more comfortable by J being silly to them instead of flirtatious. “Well, I mean, if you say so! I- I do probably need to go tonight-“

“What?” J calls, as a particularly loud song begins, covering up all speech between them. Patton huffs in frustration, and grabs her hand gently, tugging her all the way out of the bar. When they turn back to face her, standing on the pavement in the streetlights, she looks at them with a bemused smirk, friendly and open.

“I needed to get out of there. Look, J, how about you give me your number? You seem nice, and you’re very welcoming… I don’t drink often. Or really at all besides tonight. But maybe we can try other things?”

J laughs again in that musical, cold tone, touching her forehead. “You sure are something, Pat. Denying my flirting but still taking my number? How could you,” her tone is light and teasing, and she holds out her hand to receive their phone. She adds a number in, and texts herself. “There you go, Mx. Pat. If you don’t mind, I have more bars to hop. So… see you sometime, then.”

Patton nods silently, though they give her a genuine smile and a wave as she walks off down the street. They walk towards the car with a shaky breath to themselves. Patton looks down at J’s text to herself, and finds a simple heart emoji followed by a green apple as the contact name.

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Janus slams the door as she steps inside, slumping against the wall, having no assistance of crutches tonight. Remus startles upright, mid mouthful of candy from her cupboards. “Hey, you’re back!”

“Ugh,” she simply offers, dragging herself along the wall. She wobbles, and semi-collapses down to the floor with her back against the wall. Remus makes a noise of surprise and rushes over to her, reaching out a hand. “I’m fine, Remus, stop. I just… need to sit here.” Her head spins, woozy with drunkenness. Her heart is beating so quick it sounds like pounding in her ears.

“Janus, you look like hell’s asscrack! Jesus, you reek of booze, are you okay?”

"I’m fine. Leave it at that.”

“But you just nearly fainted! Are you-“

“Yeah, my heart gets weird when I drink, asshole,” she hisses, putting her dizzy head in her palm.

“Jan, geeze, are you seeing doctors and stuff? You know I can help you out, money-wise, I make-“

“Shut up.” She grits her teeth, trying to breathe through the beginning of tears. A few more breaths and they disappear.

“Why? Can I not help you? You… you’re living so poorly, y’know, and I make enough to-“

“I don’t need to owe you something,” Janus seethes into her palm, eyes squeezed shut.

“Who said anything about owing me something? I can pay for it, rea-“

“I don’t need your fucking money, Remus. Just stop. Stop.”

“I want to help you.”

“You don’t even know me anymore.”

Remus is silent, and she leaves it at that, hauling herself up and dragging her way to her room without glancing back at him. Remus watches her go, watches her shut her door and leave him alone. Strangely, though, the sensation of a wall being erected before him isn’t there. There is openness, still, simply concealed under anger that is not his causing. He scratches at his facial hair, sighing. He resolves to check on her later, maybe talk about it when she isn’t exhausted and reeking of a night of drinking. He does know her, and nothing about her has changed.

Janus has always been a liar, after all.

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