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thetsxshibiscusanon · 3 years

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Thomceit Hamilton AU Cast

Alrighty, here it is- the post about my Thomceit Hamilton AU that I took like three days to write, hoo boy-

Okay so, this is just the cast of the AU and also just going into some ship ramblings because if I got into the whole thing now, we’d be here for days- so let’s get on with it!

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The Sanders Sides Characters Roles

~Just to clarify, I’m doing this TS Universe by TS Universe, because there’s a LOT of characters in both fandoms, so the cast are gonna be updated with each reblog~

Alexander Hamilton: Janus

Why? Well, the colour theme’s for the album match Janus’ general colour aesthetic, Janus is all about taking that chance no matter what and Alex is all about not throwing away his shot, both have got that lawyer association aaaaaaaand I’m just kidding, I wanted to make a Thomceit Helpless animatic in the August of 2019- I never had any plans for this thing, it just happened.

But yeah- dramatic snake boy lawyer meets dramatic Founding Father lawyer-

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The Schuyler Sisters:

Angelica: Roman

Roman just radiates fabulous, feminist, older sibling vibes- just imagine him in Angelica’s dress but a bit more red and you’ve got it down!

Satisfied also radiates Roman vibes- the pink-red colour scheme, the sacrifice, the longing and pining- it all works so well for him! I can also imagine him in Congratulations- especially with the lines ‘He doesn’t dignify schoolyard taunts with a response!’, ‘...Sacrifice?’ and ‘Eliza~ is the BEST thing in our lives!’ especially since I’m making Thomas Eliza here, because, in some cases, it really parallels what actually happened in the series:

Roman sacrificed the thing he most wanted (Janus/the callback) for Thomas (Eliza/his core) because he wanted what was best for him and what was right for him- and in both cases, he was wrong! My boy either doesn’t get to chase his dreams and feels miserable about it, or he gets cheated on and feels miserable about it- there’s no winning here! (Can you tell that I felt no remorse whilst writing this? /hj)

Also, I thought the line 'He doesn’t dignify schoolyard taunts with a response!’ didn’t really apply to Janus when I initially made this, but HOO BOY was I wrong-

Eliza: Thomas

Can you tell that Thomceit is my favourite ship? No? You can’t? Well I’m just about to take off the blindfold you’re wearing and talk about much of an amazing husband Thomas would be-

First though, I have to say, Thomas gives off such Eliza vibes on his own anyways- cinnamon bun that needs to be protected and has gone through a lot? Uh, yes!

Thomas would absolutely be the type to fall head over heels for a cute guy he saw across the room (I mean we all saw FWSA, right?). He'd see Janus and be all 'Wait, frick, handsome boy- what do I do- ROMAN-' and I love that so much.

Ironically though, Hamilton was the one who really fell hard, historically at least, so the fact that in this AU Thomas falls like Eliza did but in the 'canon' Janus and Hamilton are both the actual simps is hilarious to me-

He would totally be the supportive partner he was always meant to be- assuring Janus everything will turn out fine and being sweet and caring like he always is.

On the flip side. Thomas is probably one of the only characters who would actually bite back when cheated on too. Patton is a great option for Eliza, but because Patton is associated the most with nostalgia as a character, I don't think he'd be burning any letters any time soon, he'd hold on to those memories- but Thomas would probably burn the letters as soon as he got the chance, in order to try and forget everything- to burn all the memories. Also, I just wanna see Thomas raging at Janus in First Burn- can you imagine how badass he would be? The passion and fury radiating from him in that song would be just *chef's kiss* incredible!

And here's the strongest argument I have: Eliza is the person who tells the story, of Hamilton, of the soldiers, of Washington- and who is responsible for telling us what goes on in the TS Universe?

Thomas.

I rest my case! (There wasn't one to begin with but shhhh)

(Also, Hamilton and Eliza had 8 kids, and we all know Thomas is the tired mother of 6 children-)

And Peggy (hah): Remus

The main reason for this is, as I'm sure you can guess, because I made Roman Angelica. I mean, how could I not make Remus Peggy? I do have some legitimate reasons though.

Peggy has always been given the chaotic younger sister energy in the fandom, basically the Gen Z child- and Remus embodies Gen Z's chaos perfectly, it's honestly kind of scary. Remus would absolutely be the sibling who's just there to vibe and cause chaos, but would totally be there to help if you wanted it.

The problem here, is that Peggy is constantly asking about the girls' father in Schuyler Sisters, and worrying about consequences- which is not a Remus thing at ALL, but I can imagine Remus asking those questions like '👀 So what's the dealio?' And then being delighted at the responses that come from the others like 'YEAH- Let's break the rules!'

Peggy was also very good friends with Hamilton historically, and we all know Janus and Remus are best friends (that's not canon, but it is now)!

So- Peggy and Remus! Let's go!

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The Hamilsquad (Sides! Edition):

Aaron Burr: Logan

Logan is the most logical (hah) character to play Burr in my opinion:

Burr kills Hamilton, and Logan is probably the only Side who could actually defeat Janus in some way (Logic overcrowds the lies and reasons its way out of them), and if having a presence and some control got Janus to sink down, then what would happen to Janus if he Logan had full control?

Logan, like Burr, wants to be in the Room Where it Happened- he wants to be listened to- that's self-explanatory, but what gets interesting to me is the waiting ideology both of them have.

We all know Burr waits for opportunities- he had a whole song on it! But what people tend to forget is that Logan has also waited for chances and holds back opinions- the best example would be in LNTAO, where he admits to Thomas that he's been holding back his opinions for far too long and that he doesn't think people take Thomas seriously enough.

That 'wait for the right moment attitude' is instilled in both of them- and while Janus also partially has that attitude, he's also got a 'Leap for the chance and take it' attitude- which is why I can imagine him telling Logan 'You get love for it, you get hate for it- you get nothing if you wait for it' and 'What do you want Burr?'

He'd be the one to ask 'When are you finally going to take a stand and say "I want to be heard?" When are you going to take the chance?'

John Laurens: Virgil

Virgil's role as Laurens is mainly because of symbolism- the idea that you had these two great friends who were in it together, and one of them left (either this life or the Others) and that tore them apart in one way or the other.

Also, Laurens and Hamilton were hiding something- those letters said A LOT, and Jan and Virge act like two ex-boyfriends, like what is this-

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Theodosia Sr.: Patton

This may just be my Logicality heart screaming, but I think this makes sense- Theodosia always gave off a sweet, soft motherly energy even though we never see her on screen or hear her voice. From what he heard about her, she seemed to be the loving mother character (Eliza was more the loving wife and widow figure, but she did have motherly traits for sure), and we all know Patton would rock the loving mother figure role- there isn't really much more to it.

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I think that's all I can really say on the Sides characters' roles! There's gonna be more to this but this is a lot as it is, and I wanted to get this done ASAP.

So ye! I hope you enjoyed reading this and are looking forward about what's to come!

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snowdice · 4 years

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Gaps in His Files (Part 5) [Relabeled; Refiled Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan/Patton

Characters:

Main: Logan, Patton

Appear: Remy, Virgil (but only in the epilogue)

Summary:

Logan Berry has learned many things the last 10 years: a lot of math and physics, a bit of humility, and how to be a hero being just a few. Through his education, his experience teaching, and his exploits as the superhero Bluebird, he’s changed in a lot of small and large ways. He has recorded these changes in well-organized documents and files. He’s even had to create two new file designations: a red one for files about his moonlighting at Bluebird, and a light blue one dedicated to his boyfriend, Patton.

When Bluebird is targeted by a memory device and all of those 10 years of progress suddenly disappear, Patton Sanders and Logan’s extensive files are left as his only resource to get those memories back. But what is Patton supposed to do when there are clear gaps in his files? And what does he do when he is one of them?

This is set 25 years before Sometimes Labels Fail though it’s story is completely independent of it and it is not necessary to read that one first.

Notes: Superhero AU, memory loss, past child abuse, past child neglect, unhealthy ideas about ones place in relationships, emotional suppression, self-deprecating thoughts, medical procedures mentioned, very brief unhealthy views of sex

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Logan contemplated his new companion, Patton, he’d said once they were in the car. The man had removed his own mask when they’d switched cars in some underground location and had given Logan cloths to change into in the back seat of a much more normal SUV. The cloths fit perfectly, and he imagined they must be his. The large and soft sweater was one of the most comfortable things he could remember wearing.

Not that he could remember much of anything.

To distract himself from that concerning thought, he once again refocused on studying the man driving the car. He appeared to be in his late 20s or early 30s and the dark marks around his eyes indicated that he was likely exhausted. It was only a little past 6pm, so Logan had to wonder why. Of course, the man had to have been out searching for Logan for hours. He was surprised the man was able to find him at all in such a large city when Logan himself was hiding. It was likely good that he did however considering that Logan had no idea where to start with dealing with whatever had happened to him on his own.

He seemed vastly more comfortable driving the SUV than he had driving the other strange car. His hands moved to buttons without looking for them and he sat back against the seat instead of sitting up straight and attentive. Logan deduced this must be either his car or one he drove frequently. He also clearly knew the path from the underground garage to wherever their destination was well as he anticipated turns and stoplights despite the fact that it was getting quite dark.

He glanced over at Logan and noticed him watching. He gave a small smile. “Yes?” he asked. There was something different about the way Patton often spoke to him, but Logan could not put his finger on what. A type of familiarity perhaps that was strange coming from someone who was to Logan all but a stranger.

“That phrase was a code I made up when I was a child in case a time traveling future version of myself needed to gain my trust.”

Patton laughed lightly. “Yes, I know. You read The Door into Summer when you were eight and came up with a time travel protocol.”

“Why do you know it?” Logan asked. “Why do you know the context?”

“I’ve been briefed on all of the Logan Prime Directives even the silly ones though…” he contemplated, “I guess that one wasn’t as silly as we both thought it was, all things considered.” He shook his head. “I did not think I’d ever use that one when you told me that story.”

“No, but…” he said. “Why would I tell you about it? I never even talked about it with my parents and certainly not with my peers.”

“We…” Patton glanced at him. “We’re close. How, uh, how far back do your memories go? You clearly have some of them if you remember being eight.”

He hummed in thought. “Many things are rather fuzzy, though I don’t know if that is an effect of the device that erased my later memories or just an effect of those memories having aged. I have a good impression of most of my childhood. The latest memory I can access was from when I was 18. I don’t recall graduating high school. How old am I now?”

“28.”

“That is a concerning amount of my life to be missing,” he commented. It was more than 1/3rd of his life and likely an important 1/3rd. He would have graduated high school and college, moved away from home, and, if things have gone to plan, entered a doctoral program. He felt as though he should be hurrying home for dinner with his parents, but he likely hadn’t lived with them in many years. He does not even know if his parents still live in his childhood home; many people downsize when their children move out, and he highly doubts they anticipate grandchildren which might have prompted them to retain the home. His parents might not even be alive. They were both in good health, but much can happen in 10 years. His mother would be approaching her sixties, his father already well into them. The average life expectancy was in the 60s and he’d never really thought about that in the context of his parents, but he’d likely had to confront that fact sometime in the last 10 years even if they weren’t yet deceased and…

“Are you alright?” Patton asked.

“Of course, I am,” Logan said.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his tone softening.

“I am simply contemplating the possible information I am missing.”

“I can answer questions if you’d like to ask.”

Logan thought about it for a long moment. “Are my parents still alive?”

“Oh sweetie,” Patton said. “Yes, your parents are fine and in good health. In fact, after your mother retired, they’ve been going off on hiking trips together. They’re probably more fit than I am at the moment.”

Logan let a slow breath out. “That is good,” he said, his voice level.

Patton reached over a hand to touch his knee, startling Logan a bit at the ease at which he casually touched him. “It’s okay and I’m sure we’ll get your memories back soon.”

“That is rather optimistic,” he replied. The hand still on the steering wheel clenched just barely, but the one on his knee didn’t even twitch. He slowly took the hand touching him back.

“Nothing wrong with optimism.”

Logan didn’t respond and they soon pulled into a parking garage. Patton parked the car and then let him to a 3rd floor apartment. Logan was careful to memorize the path in case he needed to retrace his steps for some reason. Patton reached into his pocket for a key and unlocked the apartment door.

The second he walked into the front room, Logan knew this had to be his space. Perhaps it was the repressed memories or perhaps it was simply that everything about it was exactly how he would have organized it himself. The couch was positioned perfectly based on the position of the door, window, and air vents that he could see. There was a small television screen set up on a stand made for that purpose at a reasonable distance and angle from the couch and the recliner next to it. There were no blankets or pillows in sight, likely stored away in a closet, the two pairs of shoes by the door were plain and carefully straightened on the rug, and there were no extraneous papers anywhere, but there was one single notepad on the table between the couch and the recliner with a capped pen laying parallel to it. It was exactly right. Any doubt that somehow Patton was lying and did not truly know him fled completely.

Tension he hadn’t even been aware of leaked out of him like water swirled down a drain after a bath, but apparently that tension had been the only thing keeping Logan on his feet. The body aches and headache that had been looming behind the adrenaline and survival instincts swamped him for the first time since he’d first awoken. It suddenly felt as though he had not slept in the 10 years he did not remember. There was a tingling feeling between his ears and forehead. He turned to the other man calmly as he finished locking and bolting the door. “I am passing out,” he informed him, and then he did.

Thanks for reading!

Also, self-plug, I’m doing a special event for my 10th dice roll fic. If you look at the rules here, you can give me prompts in my AUs including the Labeled Universe. I’d really like to get some more prompts for the event! You can also vote on ones people already sent it!

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an-organized-confusion · 3 years

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Star Wars vs. Sides

Potentially unsympathetic, but co-conspirator made a really compelling point... and I hope I paint a nuanced enough picture here, since I see some interesting potential for character exploration...

Patton and Roman would be Sith. Before you come for me, think about this - Sith deal in passion and emotionality. And Patton and Roman has that in spades. ALSO there’s something to be said of stuff like we all see ourselves as the hero of our story. I can’t help but think in a darker universe, one could make loose parallels with Palpatine & Anakin here. I can see motivation for both of them to at least doubt the interests/methods of the Jedi at some point (I think the Sith has some sense of morality being grey, which would appeal to those alienated by The Order.)

Logan and Janus would be Jedi. Stoicism is one of the highest ideals of the Jedi - to which Logan would see aspirational. Janus may see it as politically helpful to crib The Order’s notes & work within it’s structure. Which is funny, the Jedi tend to be the actual moral absolutists & these 2 don’t really operate on that in canon (and if I’m completely honest, some of it’s tenants are deeply unhealthy - quashing emotions entirely is untenable). They too might have some reservation in their places here (I can see them finding reasons to defect from The Order).

Virgil would be in that group of Force users that would fail / not [want to] meet Jedi or Sith doctrine. Because of his emotionality, he would be alienated by the Jedi. But Rule of Two + existential fears probs (and I don’t think ambitions drive him THAT much, not enough to put himself in harm’s way) wouldn’t land him on the Sith doorstep either.

Remus would be a bounty hunter. A complete wildcard entity, just the way he likes it.... now that has some interesting implications with Roman and all that!

The way i see it there’s a lot of potential for writing complex character dynamics here. Where it can make you think about the whole notion of Good Guys vs Bad Guys aspect to the SW franchise, with a new perspective.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #web series #(mod post)#(this has been in my drafts for AGES - so may as well queue it already)

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rosesisupposes · 5 years

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If you're craving prompts, might I humbly request DLAMP, "we keep doing everything out of order."

…this took much longer than I planned, and is far longer than I planned. Also, much fluffier. But I hope you like it, dearest @potestessemagishomosexualitatis 💗💗

Last To Know

Pairing: (hurtling towards) DLAMP

Warnings: immigration, marriage of convenience, mild swearing? I think that’s it

Word count: 3,135

Tag list: @residentanchor @royally-anxious @bewarethegrammarpolice @jemthebookworm @arandompasserby @sparkly-rainbow-salt @astral-eclipse @thelowlysatsuma @adorably-angsty @max-is-tired @almostoveranalyzed @hawthornshadow @mariniacipher

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There was a very reasonable explanation for all of this. It had been purely a logistical decision. Four acquaintances of Logan’s needed a place to live in his city; Logan had four vacancies in the house he owned and rented. He always kept the top floor for himself, making new tenants a risk, but he at least knew of the others through a combination of mutual friends, shared classes back in undergrad, and generally living in the same area.

They’d settled in fairly easily, right up until Roman confessed his visa was running out and he would likely have to leave the country. Patton had immediately started crying and hugging Roman and insisting they’d find a way to keep him there. Logan was unaware of when Patton had started caring so much. But even Virgil looked distressed, and Damien started wondering aloud how well they could hide him in the house so that he didn’t have to leave.

“Why can’t you apply for a new visa?” Logan asked.

“I’m no longer a student, and I’d need a more regular job for them to sponsor me for a full green card…” Roman said, facing Logan with some difficult thanks to Patton still being twined around him.

Dee’s dark eyes alit. “I know! You should marry one of us! Spouse visa! And then you can work on citizenship!”

“Isn’t that a bit extreme-” Logan started, but he was interrupted by Patton and Virgil both raising their hands as volunteers and Dee cackling in delight.

“But how to choose,” Roman said mournfully. “All my best friends in the world, how could I possibly marry only one of you!”

Virgil suddenly smirked, and Logan looked over curiously. “You know…” the dark-clad man said thoughtfully. “If you’re marrying someone for a visa, it really should be someone responsible and trustworthy. Someone who could believably support you.”

Logan had no idea what he was talking about, but suddenly all heads were turned towards him, and there was a more-than-a-little disturbing resemblance in the mischievous grins on each of his housemates’ faces.

Roman gently dropped Patton back onto the couch, and strode over to Logan wearing his “pompous prince” face (as coined by Virgil, of course). Stopping a foot away, he bowed elegantly.

“Dearest Logan, generous landlord, resident nerd, first stop for endearing space trivia and Sherlock obsessions, would you do me the great honor of giving me your hand in transactional matrimony?”

Logan blinked once. Then twice. Then attempted to speak but only achieved opening his mouth like a particularly stunned fish.

“Is that a yes?” Patton whispered to Dee in the background.

“I think it’s just gay panic,” Dee whispered back, looping an arm around the smaller man’s waist.

“…me?” Logan finally got out.

“Yes, my textually-charged academic,” Roman purred, taking Logan’s hand in his. “I need a man to support me in this foreign land of haw-yees and rednecks, you are the only one I trust to protect me.”

“Hey, we’d protect you too!” Virgil objected, sitting down on top of the couch. “But if you were in trouble, Patton would cry, I’d probably end up punching someone by accident, and Dee’s plan would either end in flames or crimes or both.”

“…isn’t this proposal also Dee’s plan?” Logan asked weakly.

“Yes, but this one is wonderful,” Roman said, kissing Logan’s hand in a way that was not distracting at all, thank you. “Plus, this way you don’t need to find a new lodger midway through the year!”

“I suppose that is a perk,” Logan admitted. “And the immigration process is so convoluted, this would likely be easier…”

“That’s the spirit! Almost!” Patton cheered. “Logan, you own a tux, right?!”

“Yes, why?”

“For the wedding, silly!”

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Logan really should have thought this through more. But the house had dived into preparations before he could properly object. Dee had made a Pinterest board and “ironically” sent Logan post after post of nerdy wedding aesthetics. Patton kept sneaking up on Logan and Roman with cake samples to try. Virgil popped his head into Logan’s room on a regular basis with out of the blue questions like “Black Parade could be a reception song, right?” and “How many volts of fairy lights could we run without fucking over the electric bill?”

And Roman just kept… being Roman. Flirting outrageously in that way that clearly meant so little to him but was starting to mean something to Logan himself. He’d taken to kissing his hand a lot and greeting him as “my darling fiancé,” and sitting next to or practically on top of him whenever the group was in the same room. Logan found himself agitated by how easily he was blushing now, all the time.

Roman had apparently opened the floodgates, because everyone was being far too affectionate now. Yes, Patton had always been a hugger, but now he kept planting kisses on Logan’s cheek, and holding hands with Dee, and sitting on Virgil or Roman’s lap and sometimes both at once. Dee flirted with, Logan was quite sure, every single person he laid his eyes on ever. But now he kept upping the ante and using fantastical phrases and wordplay tailored to the object of his attention. Logan had had no idea that being called ‘starlight’ would be quite so jarring and endearing and infuriating all in a moment. And Virgil had entirely betrayed him. They used to be the two reasonable ones, or so he thought. But no, Virgil was willingly participating with all of this madness, and had an amazing irritating habit of rubbing the nape of his neck when he was stressed so that all his muscles went involuntarily fluid and relaxed.

Logan arrived home one day to see their small backyard decked in lights, all the lawn furniture moved to the side so that the patio was clear. Patton greeted him at the gate with a hug and yet another cheek kiss as he said, “Lolo! Thank goodness you’re home, you need to get changed!”

“Whatever for?”

“Silly, it’s the 15th! The wedding!”

Logan stopped in his tracks. “I thought we weren’t going to the courthouse until next week?”

“Yes, but the semester will be over and all our friends still in undergrad won’t be able to make it. So we’re having the reception part tonight. We had this whole conversation after the movie last week, don’t you remember?”

But Logan did not. He didn’t even remember which movie it had been. Because Virgil had been slowly stroking his hairline, right at the back of his neck, and Patton had been lying across his lap so that he was across all three of Roman, Logan, and Virgil, and Roman had been giggling and leaning into his side in a way that it only made sense for him to lift his arm and drape it around him, and Dee had been telling Virgil how lovely his eyes were and… Logan had absolutely no memory of any other conversation that may or may not have happened.

But apparently that meant they had a party tonight.

Virgil convinced him to wear the tux still, and Patton blocked off the kitchen to finish the cake in secret. Dee kept making cracks about helping him change, but Roman was mysteriously absent all afternoon. Logan definitely didn’t miss him. It had only been a couple of hours! That would be silly and ridiculous and not what a highly logical person would do.

As 5pm arrived, Logan was in his well-tailored midnight-blue tuxedo. Dee, grinning in a tux with a bright yellow tie and matching gloves, arrived at his bedroom door to ‘escort the groom to the festivities.’ Somewhere on the walk down the stairs, Virgil joined them in a plain but nice-looking suit in black with a purple vest.

They walked out into the yard, filled with friends from the city and university they’d all attended. Everyone was in various forms of ‘their best’ from sundresses to cocktail dresses to gowns, from suspenders to jackets to tuxes, and some wonderful mixes of the two. Patton, glorious in a blue dress, had a microphone (where had they found a mic?) and greeted all his housemates happily and loudly.

“And now that the whole gang’s here, we can welcome the star of our hearts and the show! Roman, come on out for your first dance!”

Logan was pushed into the middle of the patio and Virgil held his shoulders facing away from the house. He could hear the door opening behind him and some “awws” and gasps from the crowd. Logan turned to look but Virgil held him, grinning. “Patience,” Virgil said teasingly.

Finally, the arms released him and Logan turned. Roman was only a couple of feet away, and he looked… stunning. He was wearing a gorgeous fluffy gown of red and gold and sequins, and matching makeup. Logan reached out a hand without thinking, and Roman took it with a smile. Music began to pour out of the speakers.

“It’s a beautiful night/We’re looking for something dumb to do/Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you”

Logan snorted. “A little on the nose, perhaps?” he murmured.

“I wanted to be precise,” Roman said back, lacing their fingers together and placing his free hand on Logan’s waist. With Roman taking the lead, they started to dance around the small dance floor of the patio. Virgil had done an amazing job with the fairy lights, rigging them to create a ceiling of sparkles that cast them all into a warm golden glow.

Roman suddenly smiled wide, and spun Logan around, letting his hand go free. Before Logan could catch himself, Dee caught his hands instead. Now Logan and Dee were waltzing around the floor in parallel to Roman, who was now dancing with Virgil. Their height difference made it a little awkward for Virgil to reach Roman’s shoulders, but then he lifted Roman by the waist to spin him through the air. The watching crowd whooped, and Roman laughed out loud, and Logan accidentally stepped on Dee’s foot because he forgot to watch where he was going. He stumbled, but was caught by something soft and blue. He looked down into huge blue eyes and a freckle-dappled smile.

“Thank you, Patton,” he said. “I’ve not quite got the hang of this dancing thing.”

“Maybe I can help!” Patton replied, pulling Logan close and guiding them into a simple waltz. “One-two-three, one-two-three,” he counted softly, and Logan followed the count, watching his feet.

He kept looking up slightly and then down again. Something about how bright Patton’s smile was, and how the lights reflected in his glasses and eyes, he just couldn’t look too long. But he did note that Dee and Roman were dancing now, some complicated dance that Logan felt himself mentally tripping just watching. But the two biggest drama queens of their house were in perfect sync, moving with fluid precision and both grinning hugely.

A tap on his shoulder pulled Logan’s attention to his side. Virgil smiled comfortingly. “Can I cut in, Lo?”

“Of course, Virge!” Pat said, stepping back. Logan was going to object to yet more dancing, he was, but Virgil had dressed up for this, and he was just self-conscious in front of crowds, so it would just be more polite to not turn him down. Virgil guided Logan’s hand to his hip, and Logan most definitely did not blush to be able to feel the shorter man’s muscles even through his formal outfit. And Patton had swirled off to dance with Ro, something much less regimented but with plenty of twirls and giggles. Dee kept the music going with “Can’t Keep My Eyes Off Of You,” and Logan and Virgil danced sedately, just swaying and turning.

“Virgil, why isn’t anyone else dancing?” Logan asked. “I thought after the first dance, the guests joined in?”

“Well, that is how it works for traditional weddings, yeah,” Virgil said in his familiar rumble. “But what about this is traditional?”

Logan chuckled at that, and let himself relax into the dance. Roman parted from Patton to change the music as Dee and Patton started to swing dance. Virgil and Logan both grinned watching them. Clearly all those old movie marathons had paid off.

Finally, Patton broke off and grabbed Virgil away from Logan. As the shortest members of the household, they were matched perfectly, and Virgil was willing to twirl and lift Patton to make the other man wriggle and laugh. Roman took the opportunity to pull Logan into his arms once more, and the crowd finally started to fill out the dance floor.

“Have I told you how good you look tonight, Logan?”

Blushing would absolutely be his cause of death. He hoped there wasn’t an afterlife, otherwise he would never live it down.

“I… thank you. Your dress is very dramatic and a little ridiculous but it’s so you.”

“They told me I couldn’t have a quinceñara,” he replied with a sniff. “So what better way to celebrate now?” They spun in relative quiet for a moment, when Roman smiled softly. “So, are you enjoying our wedding so far, Lolo?”

“You know, I rather am,” Logan admitted. “My feet are starting to get a bit tired, though.”

Roman swept Logan up off his feet and into his arms. “Is that better?”

Logan blushed hotly, muttering, “I meant I needed to sit down.”

“But is it better?” Roman wheedled. “No lying to your almost-husband, dear nerd.”

“…yes,” Logan admitted, and Roman laughed. The world was fairy-lights and glittering gowns, Logan was surrounded by his favorite people in the world, and later there would be five-tier cake and Crofter’s. It wasn’t something he’d ever expected, but he wasn’t such a stick-in-the-mud that he wouldn’t admit that it was magical.

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The flourescent lights of the courthouse were a far cry from the dreamlike lights of their reception, but today was the day and they were getting legally married. Logan was still a bit unsure about how they had reached this point, but found he cared less and less.

The whole house had come, of course, Patton linking Virgil’s and Dee’s arms around his own as he bounced in excitement. They waited through the decently-sized line until they finally reached the desk.

“Good morning, we would like a marriage license, please,” Logan said.

The clerk grinned just a bit bigger. “Congratulations! And what date would you like it made out for?”

“Today, please,” Roman said happily, linking his arm with Logan’s and squeezing. Patton make a sound of delight behind them.

The clerk nodded, and typed on the computer until they were interrupted by a question. “Do you know if it’s possible to enter a legal partnership with more than one person in this municipality?” The seemingly-idle question was in Dee’s unmistakeable drawl.

“Oh, yes, certainly! Marriage, domestic partnerships, and adoption can all be amended to have any number of partners. I think we need special permission at ten or more, but even that is still possible, just a longer process.”

Roman squeezed Logan’s arm tighter. “Lo? Is that okay?”

Logan looked back in confusion. “This is for you, Roman. Whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

Patton squealed again, and hugged them both from behind. “Form for five, please!”

Logan supposed that was all right. That would make it more believable, right? If Roman was equally committed to all his housemates, that would be more reason to let him stay in the country. And it made Patton so happy.

He felt slightly divorced from his body as he went through the motions of showing his ID, and signing the forms, but suddenly they were finished, and Roman had his arm looped around him on one side and Dee was on the other. Pat and Virge were on the outside, both snickering as the group tried to walk down the hallway without detaching with varying levels of success.

They were married. All five of them. And Roman would get to stay.

As they got home again, they all ended up sprawling across the couches. They fell into their most comfortable configuration, with Logan the only one sitting normally. Patton was taking full advantage of being the small one to sit across their laps. Dee was lying on the back of the couch up against the wall, fingers intertwined with Roman’s where he lounged diagonally with Pat’s head in his lap. Virgil was upside-down from the back of the couch, curled oddly so his head was on Logan’s thigh but Pat could still hold his hand.

Logan sighed contentedly.

“Whatcha thinkin’, Lolo?” Dee asked, a little sleepily.

“I was just reflecting on how comfortable I feel with you all. Even though we started as mere acquaintances, I do think of you all as very much like my family, now. And it’s rather nice that we’re legally a family now, for however long.”

Logan didn’t see the glances exchanged around and over him, but did hear Roman’s question. “How long would you like us to be, Logan?”

“Well, as long as it takes for your citizenship, of course.”

“What about after that, L?” Virgil asked.

“I… I don’t know. Divorce is rather a process, I suppose we could stay in this arrangement until a large enough inconvenience comes along to justify it.”

“So… you would like to stay married to us all?” Patton asked. Logan couldn’t tell what his tone meant, but there were hints of… curiosity.

Logan answered slowly. “I believe… yes. I would. I am… rather fond of you all, and always appreciate the time we spend together, for whatever reason.”

Roman smiled softly, and reached out to pat his face. “We love you too, Logan.”

Logan blinked. “Love? In which sense of the word?”

“Romantic, you dummy,” Dee muttered, practically falling asleep on the back of the couch.

“…wait, you… all? Romantic? Love?” Logan stuttered.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Yeah, man. Normally that’s what marriage means. Plus our first dances? Of the people in love?”

“Hey, don’t make fun of Lolo, he’s not that good at his own feelings,” Patton chided. “Yes, cupcake, we all love you. We thought you knew.”

“Oh,” Logan said, blushing. “I… apologize for being the last to know. I suppose it’s a good thing that I’ve fallen in love with you all, too. We keep doing everything out of order, don’t we?”

“Nah, ‘s just you,” Dee said, snuggling into the blanket Roman had just passed him, seconds from sleep.

“But we all got here in the end,” Virgil said, a comfortable rumble on Logan’s left.

Logan ran a hand through Patton’s soft hair, and smiled at Roman, who’d started it all. “Here’s to arriving, then. I look forward to being your collective husband.”

“We love you too, Lolo.”

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bionic-egypt · 5 years

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Magical Realism/Urban Fantasy Sanders Sides AU

Two people liked my post on whether or not they’d want to hear about a Sanders Sides AU I had come up with and, well, that’s good enough for me! It’s a Magical Realism/Urban Fantasy AU (which is the genre called?) where each of the boys are either magical creatures or affected by magic in some way. Inspiration from @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors series Love and Other Fairytales, which I’ll link here (it’s the ao3 link, since I have no idea how to link to tumblr. Let’s be honest I barely know how to tag people). Their series is so good! You guys should go read it. My AU doesn’t actually share any common elements with theirs other than the genre. I just thought it would be cool. Moving on to the actual AU idea.

As stated before, each of the characters is either a magical creature or has their life affected in some big way by magic. Character list now:

Patton Hart: a selkie. Not like ones in fanfictions I’ve seen, where if someone returns their coat to them they’re married. Nope. Just a normal selkie, where if someone has their coat they can’t return to the water. Patton is still a naturally kind person, but he never ever lets his coat out of his sight. 99% of the time, it’s tied snuggly and securely around his neck, though once he becomes super comfortable with someone and trusts them absolutely, he will sometimes let them borrow his coat when they’re upset, much like how people will drape a blanket around their friend’s shoulders when their friend is sad. But no matter how much he trusts them, he won’t let them leave with his coat. He meets Logan when they’re in elementary school and instantly decides he wants to be friends, even though it takes a while for Logan to warm up to him.

While he’s in human form, Patton doesn’t look completely normal. His eyes are just a bit too round and his ears slightly pointed (selkie are fae, after all). When he’s in seal form, his eyes are way too light for a normal seal and he looks like one of those Baikal seals (because they look like a seal plushie, just a round orb with a head and flippers. They’re adorable).

Roman Prince: a cursed human. When Roman was about five or six, he ran into a warlock in the woods while pretending to be a brave hero who needed to save the princess. The warlock, being an evil magic user, decided to curse the child that had annoyed him. Much like Elva in the Inheritance books, Roman is cursed to be a protector to anyone he sees in danger, even at the risk of his own life. At first, it doesn’t seem so bad to him. He gets to save the day and be a brave prince for everyone in trouble. But he realizes he has no control over even how he saves people after getting hit by a car while pushing someone out of the way. After that, he vows vengeance on the “evil snake-faced dragon witch” that cursed him *cough* Deceit *cough*. Unfortunately, Roman doesn’t know the different between different magic users, so he assumes all people who use magic are evil like the warlock. This causes some issues when he meets Virgil in college (oh my god they were roommates).

Roman starts dying his bangs red sometime in high school because a kid dared him he wouldn’t do it. It started out as stubbornness, but eventually he grew to like it and decided to keep it. He also constantly wears the letterman’s jacket he earned for track even way into college. Sometimes he’ll wear the prince outfit he stole from the theater program at his high school on the last day of senior year because he likes how it makes him feel regal and brave. It helps him pretend he doesn’t mind his curse as much as he actually does.

Virgil Knightly: a witch. Specifically, a storm witch. When he’s upset or angry or scared, it starts raining outside. When those particular emotions are exceptionally strong, lighting and thunder soon follow. He also goes outside during natural storms and just lets the wind and rain wash over him. It’s very calming. Because of his anxiety, he has a habit of making charmed worry stones and knotted bracelets. A few of the kids in his school end up buying them from him around exams, but they usually leave him alone because everyone in town knows the Knightlys are all witches and can hex people if they don’t like them. His older brother Remy is very well known for hexing people who annoy him. Virgil himself has never actually cast a hex before, since he’s always afraid it’ll backfire or the person will realize he hexed them and come after him. He meets Patton and Logan in high school and is instantly adopted by Patton. It does make him slightly uncomfortable at first, but eventually he comes to be grateful for his friends.

Because of his witchy heritage, Virgil’s eyes are two different colors, one green and one purple. Later on he ends up dying his hair purple because he thinks it looks cool. Sometimes he ironically wears a witch’s hat with sewn on patches, but most of the time he just wears his matching hoodie. After moving in with Roman, he wears the hat more and more just to mess with him.

Logan Picani: a Seer. The first born in his family is always a Seer. Because he is a direct descendant of the first Seer, his visions are stronger and more accurate than those of his eldest cousins. If the energy surrounding a person, place, or object is strong enough, he can get a vision by just being near it. Otherwise, he would actually have to touch the person/place/object. Because of this, he rarely, if ever, actually touches anyone. After he becomes very comfortable/familiar with someone, he has to actively try to have a vision, even if he’s touching them. It takes several years of being Patton’s friend for him to reach this stage, since he doesn’t want to risk seeing Patton’s future (sometimes he sees things he doesn’t want to see. Once he bumped into someone on the street and saw the exact way they were going to die). His first vision was of his younger sibling Emile’s future as a therapist, though he wasn’t sure what was happening at the time.

Normally, Logan’s eyes are a dark blue, somewhere between navy and sapphire. However, when he’s having a vision, his eyes turn pure white and start glowing slightly. In order to be taken seriously, because Seers are sometimes viewed as tacky fortune tellers, he starts wearing a light blue necktie in his freshman year of high school. It doesn’t help much, but it makes him feel more important, so he keeps it.

Remy Knightly: a witch. He doesn’t specialize in any particular type of magic, but he does enjoy reading fortunes in coffee grounds to piss off Logan after he meets him (he thinks Logan is too uptight and needs to chill out). He was hexed by another witch (though he doesn’t know exactly who) when he was in his early teens, but something went wrong and now no one can reverse the hex. It interferes with his sleep; normally he’s a little drowsy, but the more stressed he is, the less sleep he can get. It’s easy to gauge his stress levels by how many cups of coffee he drinks in a day. Normally this sort of curse could be bypassed by using magical solutions like charm sachets or teas, since medications are voided by the magic, but he has the unfortunate luck of being allergic to lavender, a common ingredient in these solutions (what do you mean I’m projecting my annoyance at being allergic to lavender and having sleep issues onto Remy that’s insane shut up). His parents got him a cat a while after the hex in hopes that it might help. It did not, but Remy loves Mocha, the cat, even if she does knock his crystals and candles off the shelves like the little bitch she is.

Due to his witchy heritage, Remy’s eyes are different colors, one green and one grey. He kind of doesn’t like them, so he wears dark sunglasses a lot. Besides, the glasses totally go along with his aesthetic. He paints his nails all the time, mostly staying in the dark color range, though sometimes he’ll paint them pastel colors. When he does this, he’ll usually try to convince Virgil to paint his the same shade, with a 50% success rate.

Emile Picani: the only completely normal human in the bunch. To the surprise of everyone in his family, Emile is perfectly fine with not being a Seer like his older brother. He even helps Logan out when he’s having/dealing with a vision. After helping Logan with the emotional toll seeing people’s futures has on him, Emile realizes he wants to help other people too. This leads to his decision to become a therapist. He applies his love of cartoons to his practice once he notices all of the parallels cartoon problems have to real life ones. Also, it annoys Logan because it works, which is a bonus. After realizing that Logan’s first vision was of him in his practice, however, he starts to doubt his choices. What if he’s only choosing this path because of what his brother saw? It is a bit of struggle for a while, but eventually he accepts that it was his choice, not fate, that made that version of the future reality. He meets Remy in college through Logan’s friend group and they start hanging out together. They’re an odd pairing, but they work somehow.

Emile is also genderfluid, shifting between male and nonbinary. On days they don’t feel like a man, they wear a little yellow star clip in their hair (which has the front dyed pink because screw gender stereotypes) given to them by their mom when they came out as genderfluid. It doesn’t hurt that the clip looks like the star from Steven Universe, which soon became their favorite show after it came out. When they want to be taken more seriously, they copy Logan and wear a tie, but they wear it under a sweater because they like how it looks. When they care less about being serious, they just wear a sweater or graphic tee for a cartoon they like. Sometimes they’ll even wear a dress or a cute skirt, but only sometimes.

Plot? Um, right… plot… I think it would probably be about the main four meeting in college and learning how to interact with each other. Patton would try to get everyone to be friends instantly, Roman would want to hang out with Patton but not Virgil, Virgil would want Roman to stop being such an asshole to anyone who uses magic, and Logan wouldn’t really care if Roman joined their group or not. Maybe they would also help Roman break his curse. Or, drawing more from the Inheritance books, maybe they try to break his curse but they only lighten it a bit, enough to where he can ignore the need to save every single person he sees in danger.

The pairings would either end up being Prinxiety and Logicality or straight up LAMP, though I’m not sure which. There would be background Remile, though, that much is certain.

Would Thomas and his friends end up in the AU? Would other characters from Cartoon Therapy? Maybe. Dot and Larry would definitely be Logan and Emile’s parents, I can tell you that much. Maybe the others would be random classmates. If Thomas and his friends were to make an appearance in the AU, they would be background characters because I find it awkward writing about real people. (However, I think it would be funny if Thomas was a necromancer in the style of the Darkest Powers books because then he would be able to talk to ghosts no one else could see. Kind of like the Sanders Sides verse, depending on what you think actually happens when he talks to the sides.)

Pictures under the cut because this is already super long and I don’t know how to make pictures any smaller. Also, excuse my crappy art. It’s the first time I’ve drawn the characters and the first time I tried to draw chibi characters.

The ears were supposed to be a bit pointier, but oh well

Why does the red in Roman’s hair look pink? I swear the pencil was red

I’m actually kind of proud of this one, except for the weird bumps on the hat. Note: acrylic paint is not a good substitute for whiteout. Also, I just realized I forgot the stitches on the patches

What even is his hair? Nail polish also is not a good substitute for whiteout, as seen by the side of his hair. I like his eyes though

The cat was just to add some witchy-ness, but it’s become a character now. No take backs

Hair. Is. My. Enemy.

#sanders sides #au #magical realism #urban fantasy #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #remy sanders #emile picani #my writing #my art #would anyone read this?

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the-gay-in-the-way · 6 years

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Anime but with Thomas and the Sides.

What it says on the tin.

It’s late, I’m tired, I’m not in my house, it’s dark, and I just finished rewatching Pretear with my siblings for the fiftieth time in my life after going to a GAAM anime event.

So I’m thinking about anime and I’m(always)thinking about the sides and Thomas.

So now I’m gonna talk about all of my crap ideas cus my sister doesn’t use her AC, we live in Florida, and I can’t sleep when I’m sweating buckets.

I wasn’t gonna make a post about this originally because I figured no one would care but someone recently mentioned it and I gave Andy some shoujo recs recently and Thomas has made videos about anime so I realized that I was being dumb and could literally just talk about this without worrying too much.

I also figured I wouldn’t make a post about it cus my ideas are crap.

But now it’s late and I don’t really care and I really wanna talk about this, even if it’s just to myself via text format, so I’m making this post while trying to ignore the sounds of my drunk sister doing terrible things in the room next to mine.

So, starting from what I literally just thought of because of what I literally just watched.

Pretear

It’s a terrible but great old anime about a girl who has to save the world by “fusing” with these handsome guys who are sworn to save the world from, basically, an evil witch.

I would recommend it if you like classic anime and/or magical girl stuff and/or reverse harems.

I watched it as a kid with my sisters so many times that I have the entire opening and ending sequences memorized and can give you an exact play by play of what happens in the entire series.

And, honestly, I find a lot of the premises within it pretty interesting.

The fusing thing is pretty neat.

Although it doesn’t change the appearance of the girl who “Pretes” with the guy, it conjures up a pretty cool, in my opinion, outfit and, sometimes, a weapon for her to use.

Also, the way that the “Knights”(that’s what the guys are called) work is actually quite fascinating and makes me wish there was more stuff written and animated for them.

For one, there is a sort of system of recreating the Knights when one of them dies.

For another, their abilities are quite cool, when you get past some of the weaker parts.

And there are just so many cool things you can do with them as a storyteller.

So here’s what I was thinking.

All of the sides are knights while Thomas is the Pretear.

One thing about Pretear is that it says the Pretear must be female.

But, as is the case with most rules in anime, this doesn’t necessarily have to be the case.

What if a Pretear turned out to be male.

Specifically, what if the Pretear was Thomas, who’s just trying to live his best life as a youtuber/ex-viner.

And what if the handsome guys who showed up to turn him into the Pretear where the sides we all know and love but Thomas had never met before.

And there are seven of them guys!

Seven Knights and, eventually, seven sides!

That’s an awesome coincidence.

But, without worrying about that, I’m mostly just thinking of what it would be like for Thomas to be the Pretear with all of the current sides as the Knights.

We could keep it with something more along the lines of the main elements, taking away the original extras of light and ice.

So each of the sides would be either fire, wind, earth, water, or sound.(because sound is an awesome element and you probably already know who I want to give it to.(especially because Sasame’s voice from the anime dub was hecking gorgeous and I absolutely love Virgil’s voice and want him to have this.))

Roman would be fire, of course.

Patton would be earth, because there are some abilities that Shin has as the Knight of Earth that make me think of Patton’s usual role as the sort of father and caregiver and stuff.

And the earth element is portrayed as something very soft and gentle in the series and it really feels appropriate for Patton.

Logan would be water, because I feel like it suits him in a way and I imagine that he would have something like a combination of water and ice since they’re so close and I took out the element.

Deceit would be wind, because he suits the sharpness of the element as it’s portrayed in the anime and he also suits Hayate because Hayate is a lying tsundere who lies so yeah.

And Virgil would, of course, be sound, because there are so many parallels between him and Sasame that it’s kind of ridiculous.

And I am going to list them now so, spoiler alert, I guess.

Their voices can make people faint from their beauty, I’m not kidding.

Sasame acts all cool and calm and okay with things but is internally filled with turmoil.

He has a tendency to be the voice of reason within the Knights, and I think Virgil has a tendency to be the same with Thomas and the sides.

Sasame is riddled with guilt from his past mistakes and is determined to make up for them.

But he makes up for them by doing the absolute worst thing possible and ends up breaking everyone’s hearts by trying to leave them. I’m not kidding about this either. This is a thing both of them did.

But then he gets his redemption at the end and everyone accepts him for who he really is.

Seriously, they are uncannily similar.

It’s kind of hilarious.

So, yeah.

Those are my basic thoughts on this.

Go watch Pretear.

It’s terrible and great and kind of dumb.

But I love it anyways.

Even tho, of course, it would be better if it where gayer.

Moving on!

Natsume's Book of Friends/Natsume Yuujinchou

This is my all time favorite anime.

I have watched the entire first four seasons over ten times now and all six seasons together three times since the new seasons came out.

I love this series more than anything in the world and would absolutely die for Natsume Takashi.(Just like Tanuma.(And literally everyone else.))

In it, a high school boy moves into the home of his new foster parents who happen to live in the town his grandmother used to live in.

He can see yokai while most people cannot and that leads to him being attacked by a bunch of them who think he’s actually his grandmother, who could also see yokai.

He finds out from them that his grandmother used to take the names of yokai she defeated in battle, which would turn them into her servants, and put them in a book she called “The Book of Friends”.

Natsume realizes that he has the book and decides to try and return all of the names in it to all of the yokai they belong to.

The yokai who told him about the book, and whom attacked him in order to get it from him before Natsume punched him and made him stop, decides to help him with this task by becoming his bodyguard and teaching him about yokai and the book in exchange for Natsume giving him the book should he die before emptying it.

Basically, a troubled boy tries to make up for the mistakes of his long dead grandmother, with the help of a very strong yokai disguised as a Maneki Neko/Lucky Cat, and ends up developing as a person over time as he makes friends with both humans and yokai alike and learns what it feels like to actually be a part of a family.

I will recommend it to anyone who likes supernatural slice of life’s and/or really good character development being the focus and/or lots of platonic love and/or just anyone who’s willing to listen to me because it’s hecking beautiful and I want everyone to know about it because it deserves the acknowledgement.

So, I was thinking about this recently while rewatching it once again.

What if Thomas was in Natsume’s place.

What if Thomas could see yokai but couldn’t tell anyone about it.

What if Thomas had a grandmother(His aunt Patty or something just cus that’s hilarious.)who could also see them.

What if Natsume inherited the book she filled with the names of yokai.

And what if he ended up deciding to return them with the help of a yokai bodyguard.

I’m very happy to have this thought.

The two are both the sweetest of beans and I love them dearly.

So I think it’s pretty appropriate.

Also, because I’m a sucker for it, a protective Virgil as a giant yokai dog disguised as a cat figurine is something that I would hecking live for.

Protective Virgil is basically my aesthetic at this point so this idea is perfect for me.

But then, also consider this.

Talyn and Joan as Kitamoto and Nishimura, respectively.(The best friends that don’t know about Natsume’s ability to see yokai but love him and all of his weird quirks anyways.)

Logan as Tanuma.(The friend who can’t see yokai but can still sense them and is, as such, allowed to know about Natsume’s secrets involving them and even help out when Natsume needs it.)

Patton as Taki.(The friend who can’t see or sense yokai but knows a lot about them and can basically use spells and equipment to deal with them and help out Natsume as well.)

Deceit as Natori.(The exorcist who can also see yokai but hates them and befriends Natsume while also trying to trick him into becoming an exorcist as well.)

Roman as one of the Dog’s Circle,(A group of yokai who befriended Natsume and are determined to help him whenever he needs them to.(He’d probably be someone like Hinoe, but with different abilities and things. I’d rather not be as specific with his role because I think he’d be better as his own sort of mythical being who befriends Thomas.))

And, because this needs repeating, Virgil as hecking Nyanko-Sensei.(The strong wolf/dog yokai sealed within the body of a cat figurine who becomes Natsume’s bodyguard because he wants the Book of Friends but eventually just protects him to the point of FACING LITERAL GODS because he cares about him.(Even tho he refuses to acknowledge it.))

Oh my god!

You guys have no idea how much I personally love this!

This entire thought process gives me life!

Especially when I think about all the fun stuff you can do with different mythologies and stuff!

As a fanfic or something this doesn’t have to take place in Japan.

This could just be in a nondescript universe where all the world, and it’s mythologies, are mixed.

So Thomas could meet greek and roman gods or old legends, like the headless horseman, and new legends, like slender man.

There could be crossovers from completely different fandoms that involve mythology.

It could be amazing!

I love this idea, so hecking much!

You guys seriously have no idea.

So, yeah, those are a couple of my anime rambles involving Thomas and the Sides.

I have more.

I have many many many more.

But I’m gonna stop here cus I’m quickly losing the fight to stay awake, which is a good thing cus I’m tired and should sleep so that I can stay awake for all of the stuff happening tomorrow, so I’m gonna go ahead and let myself rest.

Goodnight, hope you don’t mind my rambles, and you should seriously check out these anime.

Natsume Yuujinchou, especially.

It’s amazing.

I’m not kidding.

It’s the best thing.

I cry from it’s beauty every episode.

I’m not even kidding.

So, yeah.

Check it out and be blessed.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #anime #natsume yuujinchou #natsume's book of friends #pretear #i just love anime so much #i also love the sanders sides series so much #i had to combine them #i just couldn't help myself

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onthevirgeofdestruction · 4 years

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Storytime!

Sanders Sides Canon Divergence AU - fluff/angst - hurt/comfort - some intrigue - actually has a plot (side eyes my other fics) - largely Virgil centric - it’s about growth i guess idk

Words: 4,140 Warnings: Fire, Gross things, Fighting, Food, Teasing Characters: Virgil, Patton, Remus, Janus, Roman Universe: Storytime! Genre: Clingy Idiocy

Chapter 25: In Which They Opt to Burn Comic Books Instead of Self-Immolation

Virgil continues to be a clingy idiot tbh touch starved people rejoice

chapter 1 for new readers - ffn mirror

Virgil woke to a gentle buzzing in his pocket. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and slowly looked around. He must have not been too deep asleep. He keeps his phone in a gentle setting so it wouldn’t startle him when D needed something. He was somehow still holding Patton on the couch. He was almost impressed with himself. Patton seemed to have woken up to the vibration under him as well, as he looked confused. Virgil gently kissed Patton’s Forehead and he smiled and seemed happy. He watched Patton yawn widely with no sound.

“Lemme get this, Pat,” Virgil mumbled sleepily and dropped his hood, then fished his phone out of his hoodie pocket from under Patton’s legs. ‘The room is ready. Just shoot the duke a note when you leave. I will be working here alone until then.’ The message said. Attached was a map pin of the mind palace. Oh, he hoped it was Deceit’s study. Virgil loved that fireplace. He could walk right in it was so huge. Something about resting in front of a furnace of death really spoke to his inner goth. He slid his phone back into his hoodie pocket and went back to holding Patton tight.

“Did you fall asleep with me, Pat?” He asked gently and rocked him.

“I guess being that spooked wore me out,” Patton said with a little yawn again.

“Believe me, I’ve been there. But I bet you’ve got other things to do today now that you’re all full up on cuddle power,” Virgil said with another gentle kiss.

“I do, but it’s so warm and snuggly in here with you,” Patton said and nuzzled into Virgil’s chest.

“Oh, I can fix that,” Virgil said with a laugh.

“What do you mean ‘fix that’?” Patton asked apprehensively.

“I can make it not warm anymore,” Virgil said and released a little chill of anxiety. Patton suddenly shivered and looked shocked.

“Boo!” Patton whined in objection. “Wait, do you have ice powers like Elsa?” Patton asked with wide, curious eyes as he took the blanket and crawled out of Virgil’s now chilly lap.

“I wish, but no,” Virgil said with a laugh and pulled Patton in and kissed his cheek. Virgil backed up and saluted Patton. “I’m just the boogeyman,” He said with a cackle and sunk out of the room leaving Patton wrapped in a fuzzy blanket and looking more confused than when he woke up with his hand holding his cheek.

Virgil rose into the location Deceit sent and summoned his notepad and wrote ‘f u’ and sent it off to the Duke. It was Deceit’s study, after all, though heavily scaled back. Probably because it was near the edge of the Mind Palace. It was less of a library/study and had more empty space and empty walls. The desk and Deceit’s big wingback chair was still there, and so was Virgil’s favourite fireplace and rug. But Deceit added a black leather loveseat with side tables on either end. Virgil summoned a big, fluffy throw blanket to cover the chair, just in case the duke was nasty again. Virgil walked over to Deceit’s desk where he worked and waited. After a pause, Deceit looked up at Virgil.

“The throw was a terrible call,” Deceit said casually. Virgil stepped around the desk and held open his arms expectantly, and Deceit nodded, sighing. Virgil came over and wrapped his arms around Deceit for a moment and kissed his scaled cheek, then rubbed his cheek to it.

“Thanks for everything, D. I think you’re my favourite, too,” Virgil breathed and smirked at Deceit’s slight flush on the human half of his face.

“Have you been a menace?” Deceit asked with a distracted cough.

“The worst,” Virgil smirked. “I mostly took a nap with Pat,” Virgil added quietly. “But I think it’s nicer to sleep with something else cool-blooded,” Virgil said with a coquettish smile. “I’ll try not to rile up the duke, but I get it if you have to kick us out,” Virgil said with a nod and let Deceit go. Virgil summoned a little pile of comic books and two pairs of headphones as he walked over to the table and loveseat and dropped them on the table. He put the headphones in a splitter and hung a music player from the back of the big chair and laid back to enjoy some Batman.

Remus landed so suddenly next to him in the loveseat that Virgil jumped up in surprise and hissed. He punched Remus in the arm who smiled widely and punched right back. A strong smell punched Virgil in the face, and he shook his head in confusion. Strawberries?

“Ream, you chose something that smells good!” Virgil said in surprise and lowered his headphones. “Is that your way of flirting?” Virgil asked with a little breezy snicker.

“No, my way of flirting involves tentacle ooze and me and my date ending up on fire!” Remus said with a laugh and grabbed a volume of Deadpool.

“Well, warn a side, so I can make myself a fire-and-ooze proof suit,” Virgil said and started to pull his headphones back on. “Hey, I don’t suppose you can summon food? I can only make drinks,” Virgil asked as he dropped his headphones midway. Remus laughed and held a plate of what looked like worms and bloody goose livers. “Oh god, send that off! That’s fucking gross,” Virgil said and sputtered slightly. “What do you want to drink?… And if it’s like expired pigs’ milk or something, I’m not fucking making it,” Virgil stuck his tongue out and grimaced in disgust.

Remus rolled his eyes. “If I wanted to drink cornea juice, I’d summon it myself,” Remus said haughtily. Virgil shuttered at the concept of juicing eyeballs. “I’ll take a rum and coke,” He said, surprisingly reasonably. Virgil summoned a highball glass and tapped the side of the rim and it filled with skull ice cubes and the drink requested.

“I can’t make, like top-shelf rum or anything, but it’s good enough for the likes of you,” Virgil said teasingly and handed the duke the glass. Virgil summoned himself a tea latte. He paused for a moment and then remembered to summon coasters, handing the duke one and placing one on his side table to put his latte on. “If we make a mess in here, we will get strung up, so please reign in that need till you get back to your room,” Virgil asked with exasperation. Remus unexpectedly just nodded and leaned up against Virgil and started reading. Virgil took a deep breath and settled down. He was a little baffled by the duke being reasonable for once, but maybe Deceit told him to be less of a shit head in here.

Virgil put down his comic on the side table, seeing that Remus obviously wanted to cuddle again, and grabbed and yanked Remus closer on to him, and punched him in the arm. Remus smiled widely and punched back. They both laughed and started wrestling on the couch, the duke dropping his copy of Deadpool to the ground.

A loud throat-clearing echoed across the room and they both froze. After a beat they chuckled nervously and Virgil ended up lying across the Duke’s lap and holding himself up on his elbows to read, and the duke sat up with his legs on the table. Virgil straightened the cord on headphones and handed Remus the other pair so he could listen if he wanted. Remus took it, and Virgil grabbed Deadpool off the floor for him and passed it up. Remus also liked his music, and it was one of the few things he never made fun of Virgil for, and it seemed like it was a safe assumption that he wanted to listen after all when he slid the headphones on. Virgil focused back upon his Batman comic and they read together, listening to screaming metal music.

Virgil had gotten through 2 volumes of Detective Comics and yawned. He reached down and put the volume on the floor with the others and stretched across Remus’s lap.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep, purple-pus,” Remus said and punched Virgil in the back. Virgil couldn’t really punch back at this angle, so he just groaned.

“I won’t fall asleep, ooze-for-brains, just let me sit up and get my tea,” Virgil said with another little yawn. Remus punched him in the back again and left him pinned. “Don’t think I’m above freezing your ass. I will totally do it,” Virgil warned. Remus put his Elbows on Virgil’s back and hummed a nonsense tune. Virgil groaned. “You asked for it,” Virgil hissed and let out a powerful wave of anxious chill. Remus yelped and quickly lifted his arms to warm himself. Virgil took the chance and rolled off him to get his latte. He stood next to the couch and shuttered from his own cold.

“You bitch,” Remus said and shivered, though he didn’t look upset in the least.

“Takes one to know one,” Virgil said and took his latte to go sit down on the rug in front of the fireplace to warm up. Remus followed him and laid down facing the fire on his stomach, kicking his legs and entranced by watching the flames dance. “You can’t self-immolate in here, I asked,” Virgil said with a laugh and laid down facing up and Remus’s back. Remus groaned in disappointment.

Virgil rolled to his side and laid lackadaisically across the duke’s back. He sighed and resisted the urge to reach up and jab Remus in the side. He knew they’d get out of hand and stopped himself. He saw Remus’s arm outstretched, and his hand twitched parallel to him and laughed.

“Are you trying to resist the urge to fight, too?” Virgil asked quietly.

“I’m innocent!” He blurted and pulled his arm back. “Wait, too?” Remus asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah, your face is just so damn punchable,” Virgil said with a laugh. “I’m already kind of feeling your intrusive bullshit and it makes me antsy,” Virgil said and got up to grab the comics to move them over. “Hey, know what’s not self-immolation but involves burning stuff? We can chuck the volumes we finished in the fire,” Virgil said and placed the Deadpool stack in front of the duke. Virgil chucked one of the completed Detective Comics in the fire and they both watched it go up quickly, the ink staining the flames as it burned through the thin pages. Remus cheered and threw another one in. All the red in the pages lit up the fireplace.

They went back to reading, taking breaks to throw comics in the fireplace, and sometimes chatting and showing each other particularly brutal parts in the comics they were reading. Virgil knew Remus would want to see, and he assumed Remus did it because he wanted to see Virgil cringe. But he didn’t mind as long as Remus let him get in a good punch or kick for it.

“Hey, 8-eyes, it wasn’t that scary, turn off the fucking A/C,” Remus whined as he pulled back his comic. Virgil was paralyzed on the spot. The darkness in the corners grew, and he involuntarily felt himself shake. “Deedee, Your pet spider is freaking the fuck out over here,” He could hear Remus distantly as a static sound overtaking his brain overwhelmed him. “Your pet spider also smells like it’s about to fucking electrocute me and I am pinned by it,” Remus called out again, sounding a little strangled and panicky. Virgil could feel a vague sensation pushing against him, but he couldn’t move. “Though, maybe it could be fun!” Remus’s distant cackling meshed with the voices that were even more overlapped and louder than before. He saw Deceit walk over and Virgil’s mouth was too dry to speak and tell him it started.

Deceit reached down and placed a hand on Virgil, and his eyes widened. Virgil’s vision waned, and he grabbed his head, trying to block out the loud sounds in his ears. But no matter how hard he pushed, he could still hear their muddled voices just as loudly. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe, but it didn’t feel like enough air came.

“Virgil, look at my face,” He could make out a voice say. He peeked open one eye and saw Deceit sitting right in front of him. Virgil opened both eyes and glanced around, seeing he was in his own room and sitting on the floor. He couldn’t stop his eyes from looking around wildly and he felt a tight squeeze on his arm. “Virgil, look at my face,” Deceit said again, firmer. “You’re fine. You are not there anymore,” Virgil shivered and leaned into Deceit’s chest. Deceit pulled him in, and they laid back on the floor. Virgil’s breathing went back to normal when he realized the sound and the voices were gone again.

“Thanks,” Virgil said with a shutter. He felt a tear run down his cheek. “D-do you know what that is?” Virgil asked nervously.

“I couldn’t hear anything,” Deceit said calmly. “I just felt the change in environment and saw the shadows,” Deceit said and stroked Virgil’s head. “I think you have about 2 hours you can safely be in there,” He added.

“I didn’t hurt Remus, Did I?” Virgil asked quietly. There was an amused hiss.

“He can sleep it off,” Deceit smiled with grim humor. Virgil laughed weakly. Crap, he was having a nice time with Remus and ruined it. And they both needed the break from all the stress Thomas has lately. Hopefully Remus wasn’t too mad at him for fucking it up. Thomas’s stress affects Remus almost as much as it does Virgil. He sighed and felt his stomach growl.

“I’m starving,” Virgil trailed off quietly.

“I’ll summon you something,” Deceit said calmly and sat up to stand. He pulled Virgil with him and deposited Virgil at the table. “What do you want, darling?” Deceit sat next to him and placed his hand on Virgil’s back.

“Something warm,” he said quietly as he sat down. Deceit summoned him a bowl of hearty stew and hot apple cider. Virgil looked up at Deceit’s face. It was very soft, but there was a pain in his eyes.

“Will you eat with me?” Virgil asked quietly, dropping against the table, already anticipating his answer.

“No,” Deceit said calmly and held his stomach.

“Did I get you, too? I’m so sorry,” Virgil said and grabbed Deceit’s arm before he could protest and pulled as hard as he could. He felt a cold sweat break out on his brow.

“I would have been fine,” Deceit said in exasperation. Virgil tried to take a deep breath, and a dead sounding laugh broke out of his chest. “It wasn’t very much. I just can’t stay,” Deceit said quietly.

“Oh, right, my room,” Virgil said with disappointment heavy in his voice. “We could go to yours?” He asked, a little hope sparkling through.

“I think that’s not the best idea, darling. You need to recover here for now. Eat and take a nap,” Deceit ordered resolutely. He summoned the fat snake plush Virgil left on his bed. “I’ll keep an eye on you,” He said, pointing at his snake eye and clearly trying to placate Virgil. What in the world did Virgil accidentally push on Deceit to make him act like this? Virgil nodded, and Deceit, raccoon eyes evident, sunk on the spot. Virgil reached out and grabbed the snake plush from the table and held it with one arm while he slowly ate with the other.

Virgil woke up from the nap feeling much better than earlier. He was still fuzzy and weird, but it didn’t matter much as long as he had a better handle on himself. He yawned and stretched out and crawled off the couch. He was still hungry, so he summoned some fruit juice and downed it. It wasn’t the same. He threw the glass in frustration and it disappeared mid-air. It felt like it had been so long since he was last alone. Not knowing what to do with himself, Virgil flopped down and scrolled Tumblr on the couch. Seeing the cool fan art and the friendly comments were awesome. Virgil also liked to keep track of the mean comments. Just in case. While scrolling Tumblr, a red shield sticky note fell on his face.

Virgil rose into Roman’s room right away and immediately tackled Roman where he stood. He was glad he didn’t have to sit alone any longer after this afternoon's debacle.

“I missed you,” Virgil whined and rubbed his face against Roman’s tunic and squeezed Roman’s arms to his side, trapping him. Roman chuckled awkwardly and slightly tried to shift under his arms.

“It hasn’t been that long, panic station,” Roman said with a soft laugh. “Are you going to let me out?”

“If I let you go, you might leave,” Virgil groaned.

“You’re in my room!” Roman said with a laugh and struggled under Virgil’s arms again. Virgil groaned and squeezed again. “C’mon, Virge, this hurts,” Roman winced. Virgil let go of him and rolled off of him, lying flat on the floor and whining incoherently while Roman sat up and took a deep breath. Roman leaned over Virgil’s face and smiled sardonically. Virgil stopped and stared up at him in confusion. Then Roman punched him hard, right in the face.

“What the fuck?” Virgil said, holding his cheek and glaring at Roman’s smug smile.

“I win. Come on, you clingy weirdo, couch,” Roman commanded with a chuckle. “And that’s an order,” Roman added with a wink and laughed. Virgil chuckled with a little embarrassment and followed Roman over. Roman yanked Virgil in when he got close and Virgil latched on.

“What are we up to then, Sir?” Virgil said with a catty smirk. Roman flushed slightly. Virgil made a face. That wasn’t enough payback for the teasing or the guerilla victory. He’d have to come up with something else.

“First, why don’t you tell me why you’re being a little extra crazy today?” Roman asked and brushed Virgil’s hair out of his face. Virgil shook his head, and the bangs came back.

“Excuse me, I was informed in the past that I needed that to be an emo nightmare,” Virgil said and tried to smack Roman in the arm, but Roman caught him. “I’m still mad you got the drop on me again,” Virgil whined. “Let me punch you back,”

“I refuse. I already won,” Roman chided light-heartedly. “Though, I’m not convinced you couldn’t just throw me across the room if you really tried,” He mused.

Virgil pulled his lips into a thin line and looked away. “I’m not supposed to,” He mumbled.

“What do you mean you’re not supposed to?” Roman asked inquisitively.

“Woah, when did Logan get here,” Virgil said and rolled his eyes. Roman huffed and made a face.

“How dare- That's off subject," Roman quickly caught himself in his righteous indignation and settled back down. “Well, then, what else are you not supposed to do?” Roman asked.

“I’m too hungry for this,” Virgil whined. “And full of blood lust!” Virgil laughed and tried to punch Roman again but he stopped him once more.

“Quit trying to attack me and I’ll summon you some tacos,” Roman offered and rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Oh, yeah. Deal,” Virgil conceded quickly.

“So tell me why you’re being a little weirdo,” Roman said and held up his hand, a silver platter appearing on top of it.

“I am the weirdo, Mister,” Virgil semi-quoted The Craft and reached up for the tacos, but Roman pinned him with his other arm. Roman just raised his eyebrow. “Come on, I’m starving,” Virgil whined and reached for the platter again.

“I can send this away,” Roman said punitively. Virgil moaned in objection.

“My prince is letting me wither to nothing,” Virgil said and curled up on himself in Roman’s lap.

“You don’t need food, disaster emo,” Roman said with a bit of frustration.

“I do,” Virgil whined. “I’m wasting away. You know I can’t tell you,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t know what,” Roman said, raising his eyebrows again.

“You’d be mad at me,” Virgil said quietly.

“Well, now I have to know,” Roman said with curiosity in his voice.

“Other than the stress of all the work eating away at me?” Virgil asked hesitantly. Roman nodded, and Virgil groaned. “I, uh, I went back to the mind palace,” Virgil said, trying to sound as dismissive as possible.

“What, you went there again? After last time?” Roman said and held his arms and wouldn’t let him cross them.

“See?” Virgil frowned and drooped his shoulders.

“Well, you got out. You won’t, like, puke or whatever the heck that was again, will you?” Roman eyed Virgil suspiciously.

“No, I’m fine. Maybe,” Virgil shrugged. “Other than my acute lack-of-taco-itis,” Virgil whined and reached again for the platter. Roman groaned and lowered the platter for him. There were a few tacos with little wax paper wraps on each. Virgil greedily grabbed for one and Roman laid the platter on the back of the couch and grabbed one for himself. Virgil finished one and yawned heavily, rubbing his head against Roman’s chest again.

“What are you, a cat?” Roman asked humorously with a lop-sided smirk.

“Yes, I require pets and I know I’m better than you,” Virgil said and reached out for another taco. Roman stopped him.

“Ah-ah, I need another fact for another taco,” Roman said with a rising inflection. Virgil pouted and crossed his arms.

“About what, exactly?” Virgil asked cautiously, leaning back. “I’m taking my killer recipe for nightmare bacon to the grave,” Virgil joked airily. Roman laughed, and that made Virgil smile in satisfaction.

“Something interesting about yourself,” Roman said temptingly, raising his eyebrows and the taco plate higher.

“I’m starting to think you’re very cute when you’re stubborn,” Virgil teased and leaned up to kiss Roman’s cheek. Roman flushed and the arm holding up the tacos wavered. That’s better. Now they were even. “Luckily for me, that’s almost all the time,” Virgil added with a chuckle.

“That’s not the kind of fact I’m talking about. And I’m not always stubborn,” He objected with a slight pout.

“Oh, no! You’re getting cuter by the second! I’ve never stood a chance! You’ve basically got a giant bow on your head!” Virgil cried in mock distress and angled his head up to nuzzle Roman’s neck. Roman shivered, and the tacos lowered, but Virgil didn’t care much about them anymore. He had some food and now required cuddles. Maybe he was a cat. Virgil tittered to himself.

“Virgil, quit being mean,” Roman said with a flush, pushing Virgil away slightly.

“I’m not being mean, I’m being a cuddle monster who wants more contact,” Virgil said, waiting patiently at the distance Roman pushed him away, though crossing his arms. Roman looked at him, confused for a moment before he slowly lowered the tacos to the table. Virgil waited for Roman to finish his dramatics.

“Why do you suddenly not care about the tacos? You said you were starving,” Roman asked carefully.

“This is better than food,” Virgil purred and smiled mischievously at him.

“You want-” Roman started.

“Can I come back to the cuddle or not, Princey?” Virgil asked with a pout. Roman just nodded wide-eyed and Virgil quickly latched on around his neck, pulling Roman in. Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil. Virgil said softly and ran his hand through Roman’s perfect hair, messing it up just to pay him back for messing with his. Virgil gave him a toothy grin and Roman rolled his eyes at him and the remote flew into his hand. Roman flipped through the options and held on to Virgil with the other. He seemed a little annoyed, but the hug didn’t end. That just meant Virgil won in the end.

Virgil angled to watch the TV when Roman finally picked a movie and summoned his bucket of popcorn. He offered Virgil a piece and tossed it into Virgil’s open mouth. Roman hummed with satisfaction when the popcorn landed in Virgil's mouth. They focused on the TV and relaxed, finally. Virgil didn’t even realize he needed this until he felt himself slowly loosen up. Virgil nuzzled against Roman and he rubbed Virgil's back in return but didn't take his eyes off the movie. Virgil sighed in relief and stole a piece of popcorn out of habit as he watched the colorful nonsense on the TV.

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margarittet · 7 years

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Okay, so I loved this moment, because you know, Dean, you’re the king of Narnia, after so many years in the closet and all. Plus, of all the possible SF references, you go with this one? Lol, like, seriously? You big, nerdy, child you.

BUT!

Then I felt bad because I remembered that “The Chronicles of Narnia” are actually a very complex series of books deeply rooted not only in Christian, Greek, and Celtic mythology, but also Medieval cosmology and symbolism. It’s not surprising Dean would read them.

They also have some interesting ides about parallel universes, and Heaven (which is called “Aslan’s Country” in the books).

From WikiNarnia

“Because Aslan's Country was on the exterior rim of the edge around the world of Narnia, it is unknown if it can be classified as belonging just to that world, or a mutual paradise that all of the worlds and parts of the universe share, with this section of Narnia just being one of the many entrances into Aslan's Country. The land had great mountains and was the place where the dead from the worlds lingered for eternity in euphoria and bliss. It can be entered, however, from any world, not just the world of Narnia. At the end of the World of Narnia (when Aslan brings about its destruction), it is revealed that Narnia is a mere testing-ground duplicate of Aslan's Country, so that Aslan's Country itself is sometimes referred to as the True Narnia (and the Narnia they lived and died in as Shadowlands). (…) It is also said by Aslan that every world leads to his country, hinting that Aslan's Country is actually Heaven.”

Aslan is generally believed to be the Messiah figure in Narnia, just like the Nephilim is in the Supernatural universe. If they are hinting here that all the universes share Heaven, would it mean that there only is one set of angels, not paralell versions of angels for each universe? Would it mean that there is no AU!Cas or AU!Lucifer, just the ones we know?

We didn’t see one single angel in the episode, just Bobby and the Demons, even though he says that killing angels is his favorite pastime. He doesn’t kill Cas either, because Cas looks human. It’s possible that Cas didn’t tell him he was an angel, and Bobby didn’t figure it out? Also, I thought, did you see the spiky things in the parallel universe? They are massive, and they certainly look like angel blades. Can it be that angels are different in that universe? More like the actual angels, Chrysler building sized, or something completely different? Demons certainly are different. Could it be that the spiky things are angel deterrents or something similar? We see a figure impaled on one of them, figure that must have been thrown from the above, either from Heaven or by something that can fly. The whole concept is really disturbing. Also, angels in general seem to know about the parallel universes. After all, it was Balthazar who sent Sam and Dean to the bizarro world in “French Mistake”, something they even referenced in the episode.

The entrance to the war!verse itself reminded me of “His Dark Materials”, where a subtle knife cut right through the air to open portals to another dimensions. Even thought Phillip Pullman is an atheist, his works are tackling the same topics as C.S.Lewis’, and just like Lewis’, he introduced an idea of a shared realm called The World of the Dead for all his parallel universes. His underworld is based on the old Greek and Roman idea of the Tartarus mentioned by Virgil and Homer. It is not a coincidence that Virgil was chosen as a guide through Hell and Purgatory in “The Divine Comedy”. Dante’s idea of these two realms, as well as the Homeric underworld were later incorporated into Neil Gaiman’s “Sandman” graphic novels, something that we know was an early inspiration for Supernatural.

The most important inspiration for “His Dark Materials” was on the other hand John Milton’s “Paradise Lost”, a story of Lucifer’s fall from grace, humanity’s expulsion from Paradise and the great angelic War in Heaven.

The great War in Heaven, mentioned in the Book of Revelation, and adopted by Milton into his epic poem isn’t considered a story of Satans origins, but rather the final battle between the Good and Evil at the end of time. Sides are led by Lucifer on one side, and the Archangel Michael on the other (Michael’s lance resurfaced not so long ago after all.)

“Paradise Lost” turns the apocalyptic battle into the Satan’s origin story, but some elements are similar.

In “Paradise Lost” Adam, the first human, is given a vision of “the future” by Archangel Michael. The future shows “the son of God” coming to Earth and saving the humankind.

After Wikipedia:

“The Son is the ultimate hero of the epic and is infinitely powerful, single-handedly defeating Satan and his followers and driving them into Hell. The Son of God tells Adam and Eve about God's judgment after their sin. He sacrificially volunteers to journey to the World, become a man himself, and redeem the Fall of Man through his own death and resurrection. In the final scene, a vision of Salvation through the Son of God is revealed to Adam by Michael.”

“Michael is a mighty archangel who fought for God in the Angelic War. In the first battle, he wounds Satan terribly with a powerful sword that God designed to even cut through the substance of angels. After Adam and Eve disobey God by eating from the Tree of Knowledge, God sends the angel Michael to visit Adam and Eve. His duty is to escort Adam and Eve out of Paradise. Before he does this, Michael shows Adam visions of the future which cover an outline of the Bible, from the story of Cain and Abel in Genesis, up through the story of Jesus Christ in the New Testament.”

(And please, seriously, read the whole Wiki chapter about Satan in “Paradise Lost”, too long to copy, but so interesting!)

So, we have several elements that seem familiar here:

The great angelic war against the fallen ones

Michael as the soldier of Heaven

The visions of he future

Hero who is a Child of God, but could also be a human child with superpowers, that will ultimately defend Satan, and save humanity

The garden of Eden, and knowledge of Good and Evil, plus free will

Now, I’m not saying they are rewriting “Paradise Lost” here, but there certainly are a lot of elements in this season that I find in this narrative. Satan, who is trying to win back his position. The Lance of Michael, plus Michael who was mentioned several times in the last few seasons. The visions of the paradise that the Nephilim is giving his supporters to encourage them to believe. The war!verse, where angels and demons have their epic battle going. The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil in Jack’s nursery. The vision of the future, that Cas called the Paradise.

It’s certainly something to think about. Thank you for now, I’m going back to my summer of re-reading every classic novel about alternate universes and the biblical end of the world I can find.

(This is actually interesting, because I headcanoned some great epic war for the last seasons, which I forgot about until now.)

“Back to the classics”

#supernatural #season 13 #spn meta #spn 12x23 #andrew fucking dabb

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markwatersme · 7 years

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Antithesis and “A Room of One’s Own”

Virginia Woolf is probably one of the top writers to have ever graced this planet. She redefined what writing is through a style that only she could muster. In the book, “A Room of One’s Own” Woolfe uses an unseen rhetoric force to tell us about the struggles and issues associated with female authors in the early 1900’s. It is within this “voice” that she is able to untangle the hypocrisy and sexism associated with writing and publication. A few things came to mind while I was reading “A Room of One’s Own.” The first being her usage of rhetorical devices and the second focusing around her literary elements. The main rhetorical element in which is consistently employed throughout the book is “antithesis.” The University of Kentucky, Department of Modern and Classical Languages, Literature and Cultures, defined “Antithesis” as a rhetorical device focusing on “opposition, or contrast of ideas or words in a balanced and parallel construction.” The second thing that came to mind was the literary concept of “the other” which seems to fit in as both as a literary element and a rhetorical device. My primary focus is on how Woolfe used these rhetorical devices to “show” the readers some of the issues faced by female writers.

In the book, “A Room of One’s Own” Virginia Woolfe tells a tale of what it is like to be a female author. The reader learns of her struggles through her use of antithesis as a driving force used to clarify and explain a pretty terrible situation. She starts right at the beginning by telling us, the reader her views on “Women and Fiction.” She starts out by telling us what the “words” “Woman and Fiction” might mean and begins to tell us her story. “They might mean simply a few remarks about Fanny Burney; a few more about Jane Austen; a tribute to the Brontës and a sketch of Haworth Parsonage under snow; some witticisms if possible about Miss Mitford; a respectful allusion to George Eliot; a reference to Mrs Gaskell and one would have done.” Woolfe goes on to tell us the opposing side to her argument… “But at second sight the words seemed not so simple. The title women and fiction might mean, and you may have meant it to mean, women and what they are like, or it might mean women and the fiction that they write; or it might mean women and the fiction that is written about them, or it might mean that somehow all three are inextricably mixed together and you want me to consider them in that light. But when I began to consider the subject in this last way, which seemed the most interesting, I soon saw that it had one fatal drawback. I should never be able to come to a conclusion.” She may never be able to “come to a conclusion” but through their antithesis, the reader is clearly able to come up with the conclusion on their own. It is within this binary opposition that she begins to create and build upon her rhetorical force.

The opposition of Woolf’s antithesis could very well be the “male” himself. According to Annette Kolodny’s “Some Notes on Defining a ‘Feminist Literary Critism’” Woolf had studied a great deal of male authors for their style and technique in an effort to establish why they were being published. Kolodny tells us that Woolfe studied male writing in such great detail that “…a similar confinement could not be possible for the richness and variety of women’s writing.” The interesting thing here is that the antithesis contained within her writing is also embodied within the criticism of her writing. Kolodny goes on to say “But it is precisely that richness and variety which will escape us if we practice a criticism based on assumptions…” The literary critic, Annette Kolodney now faces the similar opposition as Woolfe herself expressed in the book.

Virginia Woolfe continues to use her rhetoric and voice as the story progress along. She never tells the reader what he or she should think and feel she just tells us the facts and we are able to draw our own conclusions as to what we should feel. A prime example is when Woolfe tied her antitilogical style into an example using Shakespeare… “I looked at the works of Shakespeare on the shelf, that the bishop was right at least in this; it would have been impossible, completely and entirely, for any woman to have written the plays of Shakespeare in the age of Shakespeare.” Woolfe continues on with the other half of the antithesis… “Let me imagine, since facts are so hard to come by, what would have happened had Shakespeare had a wonderfully gifted sister, called Judith, let us say. Shakespeare himself went, very probably,— his mother was an heiress — to the grammar school, where he may have learnt Latin — Ovid, Virgil and Horace — and the elements of grammar and logic. He was, it is well known, a wild boy who poached rabbits, perhaps shot a deer, and had, rather sooner than he should have done, to marry a woman in the neighbourhood, who bore him a child rather quicker than was right. That escapade sent him to seek his fortune in London. He had, it seemed, a taste for the theatre; he began by holding horses at the stage door. Very soon he got work in the theatre, became a successful actor, and lived at the hub of the universe, meeting everybody, knowing everybody, practising his art on the boards, exercising his wits in the streets, and even getting access to the palace of the queen. Meanwhile his extraordinarily gifted sister, let us suppose, remained at home.” According to the book “Literature after Feminism” by Rita Felski, “Woolfe is a figure who is torn and contradictory, ambivalent and multifaceted, concerned with aesthetics and politics.” It is through this articulation of style that Woolfe is able to lock on to certain literary devices and essentially “ride” them through the entire story. This is demonstrated throughout the story and Felski’s commentary on Woolf’s contradictory style further emphasizes her technique.

Virginia Woolf’s comments on other authors such as George Elliot in order to further show this “opposite but equal” comparison. Woolf tells us about how useless men are “It is useless to go to the great men writers for help, however much one may go to them for pleasure. Lamb, Browne, Thackeray, Newman, Sterne, Dickens, De Quincey — whoever it may be — never helped a woman yet, though she may have learnt a few tricks of them and adapted them to her use. The weight, the pace, the stride of a man’s mind are too unlike her own for her to lift anything substantial from him successfully.” Woolfe then goes on to tell us how great these same male authors were … “All the great novelists like Thackeray and Dickens and Balzac have written a natural prose, swift but not slovenly, expressive but not precious, taking their own tint without ceasing to be common property.” It is, once again her usage of antithesis as a literary devices that allow us to “see” both sides of the story. It is through this rhetorical voice that we, the reader feel like we are getting an unbiased account of what it is like to be a female writer. On one hand she tells us that men are not so good but she is willing to point out the good qualities as well. According to Margaret Kirkham’s book “Jane Austin Feminism and Fiction” Jane Austin saw men in a similar way, particularly George Elliot; she goes on to tell us that… Woolfe “sees Austin as the well nigh miraculous example of the female artist of androgynous mind, whose are transcends such irritations as the author, as a women, must have experienced.” This androgyny view of Woolf’s further exemplifies the usage of antitheses within the story. The term androgynous is an example of opposing and balanced ideas, as was defined by “The University of Kentucky.”

There is one line in particular that really stood out as a prime example of the antitholigical rhetorical device. Woolf was talking about Mary Carmichael’s novel, “Lifes Adventure” and she was thinking about Carmicheals writing style; and Woolf’s thoughts were on weather, “she has a pen in her hand or a pickaxe.” This once again resurrects the idea of antithesis and binary opposition. The pen has the ability to create, while the pick axe has the ability to destroy. The fact that she was wondering this about a female author and not the male counterpart shows us that either the male of the female can create or destroy. It was that line that eliminated any remaining idea that I may have had that Woolfe was more bias towards women. It was that idea that showed the equal oppositions associated with antithesis.

Another critical element employed by Woolfe was her concept of the “other.” Annette Kolodney tells us “That women often write out of that different and sometimes ‘other’ perspective of experiences has now become virtually a truism in feminist critical circles.” She was talking about the variations of styles between women and men. Woolfe mentions “…when a woman speaks to women she should have something very unpleasant up her sleeve. Women are hard on women. Women dislike women. Women — but are you not sick to death of the word?” This ties into the concept of the “Other” in a sort-of-reverse manner. In this particular case, we are led to believe that the women are not the “Other” or literary “the one”. The previous quote lays claim that, that is not the case. So, in fact, women would be “the one” and the male counterpart would be classified as the “Other.” Jacques Lacan spoke of the “Other” in terms of… “…the very place called upon by a recourse to speech in any relation where it intervenes. If it speaks in the Other, whether or not the subject hears it with his own ears, it is because it is there that the subject, according to logic prior to any awakening.” Using Lacan’s description, I am once again reinforcing that Woolfe is describing women as the “one” and men as the “Other.”

A Room of One’s Own is a masterpiece of literature. Virginia Woolf beautifully weaves this story using many different literary devices. The main literary device that stands out is her usage of antithesis and how she employs it and ties it into a flawless rave of rhetoric’s. Finally, she concludes this work of art with the literary element of the “other” nicely tying everything together and allowing the reader to make his or her own judgments about the types of challenges faced by female writers. In the end…Woolf’s room of her own, gave her a voice of her own.

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