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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 1 year

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Complementary: Two Halves

So I know you *just* wrote Complementary, but it was so good and I’m already thinking about more, like how do the other sides react/apologize to Remus? Especially Roman and Janus! - stealing babies

HELLO YOU *POINTS* YOU ARE SO COOL AND ALL YOUR WRITING MAKES ME WANNA BITE DOWN ON MY TEETH CAUSE IM SMILING SO MUCH YOU HAVE AN AMAZING WRITING STYLE AND FUCKING BRILLIANT SENSES CAUSE YOUR WORDS EVOKE EMOTION AND ITS SO SO COMFY AND IM INSPIRED BY YOU *inhale exhale* im sorry if that comes off too strong, your writing makes me Feel Good Things(TM), please keep doing your thing :D i also have a sander sides request *jazz hands* that is entirely optional, if you happen to stumble upon an opportunity to do more with roman and remus together bonding and playing with each other as reconciled adults cause they didn't get to do that often when they were kids (like shenanigans yk tattling on each other, tickle fights and rough housing all in good fun, and *whispers with faux conspiracy* brotherly affection) then that would be dope as fuck!!! BONUS points if all the other sides or even c!thomas watch and shake their heads fondly like "what sillies they are, can't take our boys anywhere" - anon

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Warnings: body dysphoria, not taking good care of yourself, borderline self-harm I guess?? meltdowns

Pairings: none

Word Count: 2911

Some days he can't put on all the masks and disguises and armors. Some days he just needs to be messy.

He shoves food into his mouth just so if someone asks if he ate, he doesn't have to lie, shoveling bread and cut-up vegetables into himself over the sink, pausing to breathe until he's had enough to constitute dinner.

Off with his clothes. They itch and rasp against his skin like sandpaper because how dare he feel sensations, how dare he try to exist in the world without protection from it, and so off they come in the bathroom as he turns the shower on high. He gives himself time to run a brush roughly through his hair before he jumps in.

The water hisses and crackles and he's somehow still cold.

He shoves shampoo along his scalp with all the finesse and tenderness of a push broom. How dare his body express its own needs and require maintenance when all it does is betray him? He squeezes his eyes shut in punishment as the suds run down his wretched face.

Sharp nails scratch against his scalp and the zing of the suds against the hot water tears through the boiling haze in his brain.

So he does it again.

And again.

When all the shampoo is gone he keeps going, moving down his neck, his chest, his arms, his legs, his back, anywhere and everywhere he can reach as dead skin starts to peel off of him in waves and waves of little gray pill-shaped balls.

He doesn't stop until he has to pick them free from his nails.

He shoves a brush roughly under them to scrub away the bits that got stuck there and turns off the shower. He towels off brusquely and rakes his hair back from his face.

Scrub your face like you can rub it off if you try hard enough.

Scrape the toothbrush along your mouth as though it can clean your words too.

Drag a comb through your hair and shove it back so you don't have to look at it anymore.

Hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt.

No one is here and he can be as messy as he wants.

He slaps the wall to turn out the lights and drags sleeping clothes on and flops gracelessly onto the bed. The sheets are cold and rough against tender and scratched skin and he rolls around like a guilty pig in the mud, horrific in his tangibility. Manic energy that fizzles and strains like rope keeps him moving as he gets dizzy and sore and still he keeps moving.

Don't you see, part of him screams, don't you see how hard I have to work to keep this hidden? Don't you see how much effort I put into not being so horrible and disgusting?

Don't you understand how awful it is to be trapped in this wretched body? Do you honestly think I do all of this on purpose, that I would choose to be this thing?

His mouth opens and his jaw aches to bite.

But bite marks are obvious. Bite marks can be noticed. Bite marks can be pointed at and asked about and scratches can be anonymous.

So he doesn't bite.

But oh, god does he want to.

When he's finished, when the worst of the energy is gone and he's given up completely, he can pant against his sheets and crawl under the covers to bury his face in a pillow.

There is freedom in being a mess.

And none more so in realizing that no one could ever grow to care for such a wretched thing and perhaps that is the greatest freedom of all.

I am weak, my love, and I am wanting.

A line from a song he'd heard in passing that crawled through his brain like a livewire. Weak because he was too fragile and breakable to ask for what he wants, and wanting because he was shamefully weak and unable to pass through the world by himself.

In these shameful moments during weak and wanting times, he allows himself to dream.

Dream that someone would notice his hands were hurting and reach out to take one in theirs, pulling it into their lap and helping to coax sensation back into it.

Dream that someone would come to him and just hold him without first lecturing him on how foolish and arrogant he'd been.

Dream that someone, somewhere, somehow would be capable of loving a mess.

But he is too much ashamed and too much ruin to allow such dreams to become hopes. That's not his job.

He clutches pillows instead, cuddles into something that can't shy away under the covers of fabric and darkness. He tries in vain to fight off the voices that remind him how little anyone touches him; tensing, flinching, pushing him away, or cursory shoulder pats that feel like ash on his skin.

Too loud, too brash, too messy.

He really does try not to take it so personally but sometimes…sometimes his hands have other plans and he drops whatever it was that he'd been holding.

Which only makes a bigger mess.

He closes his eyes tighter and hugs the pillow.

Tonight is already shameful enough, he can let himself dream too.

A dream that maybe would come and just think to check on him. A dream that wouldn't lead with accusations and disappointment. A dream that would ask if he ate out of concern and not worried skepticism.

Yes. Yes, he can dream about this dream.

The dream would come in and softly ask if he's okay. If no answer came, they would come closer, close enough to sit on the edge of the bed. Maybe they would reach down and feel around a bit to find his head before lifting up the blankets.

The dream might see his face, upset and weak and messy, and let out a sympathetic noise. Maybe they would ask if there was anything they could do to help and mean it, not just use it to start another lecture.

Maybe…maybe the dream would want to touch him.

Maybe the dream would lie down too, carefully situating themselves under the covers and reaching out to cup his face. The dream's hands would be warm and gentle as they moved closer so the pillow was in between them. They might smile and tease softly about how they were a much better cuddler than the pillow.

He clutches the pillow a bit tighter out of reflex.

But the dream would coax it away. But lightly, as if they were taking a blanket from a frightened pup so it could be wrapped around them properly. The dream would settle it near the headboard and smile softly to say there, that's better, and—and—

A horrible strangled half-sound leaves his throat and his teeth sink into the pillow before he can stop it.

Oh, he is awful, truly, he can't bite the dream, he can't be such a mess—even the dream would be affronted and pull away from him at that—he can't—he can't—

But maybe…maybe it would be okay? If—if he just bit their clothes or something and not—not them?

They might say it's just clothing, it's nothing so bad. The dream might say that he can bite if he needs to but it might be better to chew on something soft.

…what would it be like to have someone who…who cared like that?

To have it be okay to be a mess and not have to stop it?

This dream is going to make him cry, isn't it? All over its metaphysical self.

That's okay too, the dream would say, you can cry. There's nothing wrong with crying, crying is alright.

They would take him gently into their arms and—and just hold him and that would be okay and—and—

Shh, shh, it's alright. Don't hurt yourself trying to stop it.

He bites again. Harder.

Breathe, I need you to breathe. You're hurting yourself, that's it, just hold onto me.

His grip tightens on the pillow until it groans in protest.

I'm right here. You're alright. It's alright, I'm not leaving. You have me, see? It's alright, it's alright.

It's not alright.

It is, Re, I promise it is.

Dreams can't promise.

No, maybe not, but I can.

You're a dream.

I'm not, Re.

Yes, you are.

Open your eyes, then, look at me.

That is cruel. To give him hope like that and then rip it away and make it seem like his fault.

Open them, Re, I promise.

He shakes his head. He won't do it. He can't.

…why does his pillow smell like that?

"Re?"

…no.

"Re, come on, I'm right here."

No.

"Shh, shh, Re, come on, I got you."

But—but—

"It's not a dream, Re, it's not. Just open your eyes, Re, look at me."

And because he is weak and he is wanting, he opens them.

"Re," Roman murmurs, looking far too tender and far too real, leaning down to brush the tip of his nose against his forehead, "oh, Remus, I'm so sorry."

Roman is here. Roman is here and Roman is holding him and Remus is crying, sobbing, shaking in his brother's arms.

"I'm right here," Roman keeps murmuring, "I'm right here, okay? I'm right here and I'm not letting go of you. I've got you."

"R-Ro—Roro—"

"Yes, it's me, it's Roro, I'm right here. I'm so sorry, Remus, I'm so sorry for everything, I've been so awful to you—"

"Ro-bro."

And because Roman is still his other half, even when they haven't been whole in years, he knows exactly what to do. He rolls over so he's squishing Remus into the bed with their chests pressed together so Remus can feel him breathe, grounding him against the cold sheets and he feels warm, warm, warm.

"Right here," Roman says again, "right here, Remus, I'm right here."

"Roman," Remus can't stop chanting, "Ro, Ro, Ro, Roro, Roman, Ro-bro, Roro—"

"It's okay. It's okay, Re, it's okay."

Remus collapses into a mess of crying and clawing and biting, attacking Roman's clothes with a borderline desperation, trying to shove himself into Roman's chest, drunk and high off the realization that Roman is here.

Roman lets him. Doesn't pull away, doesn't shy back, doesn't even flinch.

Just stays.

It's the greatest gift anyone could ever have given him.

"I'm sorry," Roman murmurs again when he finally sags into the bed, exhausted, "I'm sorry I left."

"You left," Remus parrots, still swimming in the pressure of Roman holding him like he's something precious, "you left me."

"I know. It was wrong and cruel and I wish I could take it back. I wish I'd never let them separate us. I wish—I wish I'd been there for you."

"You left…but you came back."

"You're my brother, Re," Roman mumbles and his voice feels thick, "you're my brother and I love you."

The words punch a hole clean through Remus's chest and he sobs again. "You left me. You left me and—and it's so cold, Roro."

Without letting Remus go, Roman reaches down and tugs the blankets over them. It grows hot and unbearable in no time and there's nowhere Remus would rather be. He turns his head, almost in disbelief, and presses his teeth lightly to Roman's shoulder again.

"Did…did I hurt you?"

"No."

"But I…I was so messy."

Roman's quiet for a moment, then his grip tightens even as he leans up and away, just so he can peer down at him. Roman's eyes are red and swollen too, he's been crying into Remus's shoulder too? "You're messy and you're still my brother. I don't care if you're messy. I don't care, you hear me? You're Remus and your mess is great because it's yours."

"But you—you hate my mess. You said it's everything you don't want to be."

"I am not you. I don't hate your mess. I love your mess because it's yours and I could never hate you." Something pained crosses Roman's face. "I…I tried. It didn't work. I still loved you even when I hated it."

"You did?"

"I did. And then—then I realized that I didn't give a fuck about what they thought of you because you were Remus and you were—messy. I like it when you're messy because that means you're being you."

Something thick and heavy rises to the back of his throat. "You…you like my mess?"

Roman's expression softens and he sniffles too. "Yeah, Re. I like your mess. I don't—I won't lie and say I get it all the time or that I want to be messy too, but I like your mess."

His teeth sink into the fabric over Roman's shoulder before he can stop it.

"Is that—is that good? Is that okay?"

He nods as best he can without letting go and he knows he doesn't imagine the way Roman sags on top of him.

"Good," he pants, "good, I…I really miss you, Re."

A pained whimper leaves Remus's throat and he clutches Roman tighter. Roman lets him, lets him pull him as close as he wants, gently murmuring into the curve of his neck. It's okay. I'm here. You got me. I love you.

Roman is hopes and dreams and Remus is weak and wanting. And so when Roman quietly offers to spend the night, just so Remus knows next morning that this can't have been a dream, Remus tells him that he'd better get comfortable because he's not allowed to leave until breakfast.

Maybe not even after that.

Things are better now.

He still has to put on all the stuff to go and interact with the others for long periods of time, but he can stand next to Roman and play with his stimtoys when things get too much. He can go out into the Imagination and not have to worry about hiding things because Roman is there too, spurring him on and making sure he knows that he can make whatever he wants because this is their domain, no one else's. He can curl up in the safety that Roman gives him and not have to worry about being ostracized for being a mess.

It's more than he ever dared hope for.

And Roman loves him for it.

He tackles Roman for the first time when Roman shows him the kraken lake he's been working on for Remus and Roman lights up at the idea that he can show Remus affection like that. He playfights with Remus in the Imagination and they both end up covered in grass stains and dirt more times than he can count. Roman tackles him into the lake once and they spend the day tearing up old kelp so that the babies have enough free space to swim. He curls up around Roman on the beach as they laze in the sun like overgrown housecats and Roman sings him stupid songs they came up with when they were younger.

And when he needs to be messy and have someone else just be there, Roman conjures a massive nest of blankets and soft things for them to roll around in so they don't hurt themselves. He wraps Remus up in blankets until he's a little Side burrito and they watch kid's shows that make them feel like they're still Creativity. He lays his head on Roman's shoulder and chews on his necklace that Roman gave him and it's okay that he's a mess.

He's Roman's mess and Roman's his brother again.

And that's all okay.

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dapg-otmebytheballs · 5 months

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ts/dnp guy here!! i loved the ep more than i was expecting too (specially cause i havent watched any sanders sides in a like a year khekdj) it was so funnn. what was ur favorite gift? also lets go new sweaters !! i super cant buy them but they looked pretty from the 1/3 of them we saw on camera kdgmsb

Yayy hi!

Yes, sanders sides has been a bit like that recently, yk? Haven't had a proper sides episode in a long while, and I'm sure lot of it is because of stuff Thomas was going through and maybe with the hair changes and all they would have had to reshoot a bunch of stuff that they already had ready. The past couple of asides episodes had also been kinda lacklustre. I was fine with that though, like, I understood that it takes time to bounce back so it's quite alright, wasn't expecting much from another asides.

But this was proper stuff, this was good character progression, plot developing, high tension, really interesting dynamics and foreshadowing and allusions to a bunch of stuff that has been building up (like Logan's shouting) which I enjoyed sooo much omg.

My favourite gift, cannot decide between Virgil's and Janus' (the dark sides are good at this I suppose). It was so 'seems like shit on the surface but actually tailored exactly to the recipients' likes. Patton having a fun time unwrapping box after box and arriving at what he loves best - a handmade card ❤️❤️❤️ Love that. What was yours?

And yes the new sweaters are very cute!!

Also if you feel like talking at length about sanders sides ever feel free to DM, but we can also talk over asks about any future or past sanders sides I haven't had a rewatch in so long!!

#asks #ts #sanders sides

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inthenameofallthingsholy · 11 months

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Very…Satisfactory

Request made by @girlcalledwhatsername a long time ago and I finally finished it. Less angsty that it was originally intended to be, but at least it’s here yk

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June 4th, Mindscape.

So…Roman’s birthday…

It’s not that Logan wasn’t happy for Roman, of course his friend’s birthday was a great occasion. However he, as per usual recently, was being a bit ignored by his compatriots.

But today was about Roman. If standing near the punch bowl, being addressed only for the occasional “Having a good time?” meant Roman has a great birthday, Logan would oblige.

“Heyy.. Havin a good time?” Logan heard a sly voice from behind him. He expected it to be Patton or Virgil. Probably Patton, Virgil was pretty busy hiding his blush from his Prince.

“Yes…definitely….When are we going to-“ He turned around and saw the slithering snake that was Janus, Deceit, whatever one could call him.

“What? Are you really so shocked to see me, I mean I would hardly call myself a stranger.” He smirked devilishly.

Logan tried to ignore the mild attraction he felt when Janus smirked like that. This guy was bad news, and this was not the guy to have a crush on.

“I strongly believe Roman would not want you here. I suggest you leave.” As he spoke, his demeanor changed from awkwardly standing with a drink, to threateningly towering over Janus. His words were calm, but his actions spoke mild aggression.

“Goodness Logan!” There was that smile again, Goddammit. “I simply came to drop off Remus’ card for his brother, that’s all.”

Logan knew he was most likely lying. He knew Janus most likely would try to ruin the party. But some part of him was saying to let him stay, at least to leave the card for Roman, who would probably tear it up quickly.

“Give me the card, I shall see that it gets to him.” Logan reached for the card but Janus flipped it just too far away from his grasp.

“Make me…” Janus hissed like the snake he was. Logan, however, was blushing. Hard.

“If you do not give me the card, rest assured, I will make you leave. This is no time for games.” Logan fought to make his face stoic.

“You’re no fun Logan..” Janus smirked. “I thought this was a party, after all..”

He saw that Logan’s face remained stoic, or at least was trying to be stoic, so he eased up the act.

“Fine, whatever, just make sure Roman gets it.” Janus moved his hand close to the side of Logan’s cheek, and revealed the card as if it had come out of Logan’s ear before handing it to him and walking out the door.

Logan was back to blushing. Not good. Before he could even process what he was feeling, he heard a voice behind him. Again.

“He doesn’t like you.”

Logan turned around. Virgil. Shit.

“Pardon?” Good job, Logan, play dumb.

“He might act like he likes you, but he doesn’t. You know lying’s his whole thing.” Virgil was nearly fuming, arms crossed and his face scrunched up in a defiant snarl.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Virgil.” Logan spoke in a monotone voice.

“It seems he’s rubbing off on you.” Virgil scowled. “You cannot trust that guy. I know from personal experience.”

Logan responded quickly. “What do you mean by ‘personal experience’?”

Virgil hesitated. “Honestly, Janus and I were…almost friends. As close friends as two dark sides could be. But when he found out I was starting to be accepted by everyone, he cut me out. He refused to talk to me and even turned Remus against me. He made me feel even more alone than I already did. He’s a backstabber and he won’t do you any good.”

Logan shouldn’t be surprised. Deceit is literally in his name, it makes sense he would backstab his only friend, but something about the pain in Virgil, one of his best friends’ voices, made him very angry.

“I won’t get close. I promise.” Logan’s stoic face tried to give Virgil hope. A weak attempt to say the least.

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2 weeks later, Logan was visited by a certain someone again.

The studious side was minding his own business in an empty mindscape, with each of the other sides biding time in their own rooms, and reading a book.

The Hounds of Baskerville, a classic.

“Hey, tough guy” Deceit magically showed up behind Logan (he was getting good at that) “What do we have here?” He yanked the book out of Logan’s hands.

Logan huffed. Did he enjoy the teasing? Perhaps, but he made a promise to Virgil. “Give me back my book, Janus.”

“Or what?” Another cunning grin spread across his face. He knew how this was making Logan feel.

So Logan walked away. Didn’t take his book back, didn’t give a response or second glance. He silently and calmly exited the room. Of course, his brain and chest felt as though they were on fire, but he masked that behind the wall of dead air he left within the room as he walked into the hallway.

This was the only way he could fight the feelings, complete cold shoulder. If he didn’t interact with Deceit at all, he would be better off.

“Hey!” He heard Janus call back to him as he kept walking. “I was speaking with you!”

Logan heard fast footsteps run to where he was. He remained quiet all the same. They continued to walk.

“Do you not know it is rude to ignore someone while they are talking to you?” Janus hissed on the letter s in the sentence. Truly a snake.

“I would rather not be speaking with you.” Logan gave a stoic reply. It was at this time he took the book from a confused Janus’ hand.

“I thought we were having fun.” Janus used a mischievous tone constantly. “I know how you feel about me…” The tone changed from mischievous to flirty on a dime.

“I feel nothing but annoyance with you currently.” A lie. One that could give the lie’s receiver a run for his money.

“Wow, I thought I was supposed to be the liar here. Turns out it’s both of us. We make a great team.” The short man kept coming up with responses like he planned this conversation in his head.

“I would never be on a team with you. Not after what you did to Virgil.” It came out. A small amount of the truth. Logan didn’t mean to spill the beans on why he was being so standoffish, but the words flew out all the same.

“What about Virgil?” Janus stopped Logan from walking any further, hand on his chest. This time, his tone was neither flirty nor sly. It was firm. Logan assumed he hit a nerve.

“You turned against him and made Remus abandon him just as you had. He told me.” Logan was cold with his words. Any adverse emotions in this moment would clue Janus to the fact he was much more angry about this than he would let on.

There was a silence for a moment as Janus ingested the information.

“I believe I should be go-“ Logan was cut off.

“-I thought he was leaving us for you guys…. I thought he didn’t care about Remus and I anymore…So I did what I thought would stop Remus and I from being hurt.” Janus slowly let out what felt to Logan as…genuine truth.

“I-“ The next words seemed hard for Janus to get out. “I…regret what I did and how it affected Virgil and I’s friendship.”

Logan was shocked by the vulnerability Janus was displaying. He looked down and at that moment noticed the gloves were off.

“Why are you telling me this?” Logan hoped the answer was what he wanted it to be.

“Because I really like you, Logan. Don’t know if you’ve picked up on that from the obvious hints I’ve been giving.” Janus chuckled. A real chuckle. Logan’s shock grew. He liked Janus’s flirty, teasing persona, but he might like this Janus even more. The Janus who can really laugh.

“Do you have anything to say? Or are you going to gawk like that until I sink down.” Logan realized he had said nothing.

“I may also be experiencing a similar sort of reaction to you as you…have to me..” Logan awkwardly rambled.

“So you also like me?” Janus did his flirty smile again.

“I believe I..do.” Logan was full on red. The blush could not be hidden by a stoic face at this point.

Janus’ smile grew “Can I kiss you?”

Logan’s face got more red, if that was even possible. It burned more than the sun it seemed. “I supposed that would be…satisfactory.”

“Ok, Dictionary man.” Janus did another real chuckle. Logan really really really liked that. Janus brought Logan down a tad to his level, and kissed him in a perfectly splendid way that made Logan melt.

After the kiss, Janus couldn’t help but ask. “How was it?” He knew the answer he wanted.

Logan adjusted his necktie. “Quite….Satisfactory.”

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I FINISHED IT CAN YOU BELIEVE IT ONLY TOOK ME LIKE 4 MONTHS WHATEVER LOL

#Janus x logan #lociet #logan x deciet #sander sides #sander sides fanfiction

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phe-purple-parade-ts · 2 years

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Sanders sides dance headcanons because uhh yeah why not idk

Remus: twerks and just generally does all the raunchy and/or fad moves (still bustin' out the whip & naenae to this day)

Roman: uhh p much everything, our boi loves them arts after all. But I feel like musical theatre choreo and waltz (for that Disney Prince Elegance) could be his faves. Perhaps also some Latin styles like uh rumba? Salsa? Idk all that much about dance tbh lmao why am I making these hcs I need research for this but we're relying on my personal experience, childhood love of dance-related media, and my recent reread of 'Sesuji o Pin!' so.. yeah

Patton: obvs dad dancing (the sprinkler, the fishing line, all those fun ones) but also line dances and fun fast social dances like Lindy Hop uuuuuhhhh because I say so

Logan: the robot but also smth classy and structured like the waltz idk. Probs also some hiphop, like break-dancing or smth (bc it goes w rap and also he'd appreciate the Physics application)

Janus: tango. Yeah that works. Ik you're imagining like a roceit tango or smth c'mon. Maybe foxtrot? Idk just cool classy smooth ballroom dances with some edge to them - some overlap w Ro & Lo here

Virgil: see this is the tough one. He'd mostly prefer just kinda standing there and nodding his head or smth - yk, the energy-conserving, drink in hand, not-rly-dancing party dance. He doesn't rly know how to dance??? He can headbang or like jump around in a mosh pit maybe but.. choreography?? Uhhhh......

He'd probably be dragged into joining in w the others, especially with dances like Patton's where they're pretty casual/beginner friendly. He doesn't mind (:

Maybe some urban dancing like Lo? Idk

Oh yeah he'd do meme moves actually yeah that works

And maybe he could tango w Janus and Roman idk afsjfkpfpl

They'd all join in on Patton's line dances n stuff

Ro usually acts disgusted by Re's moves (siblings amirite) but also they definitely had a twerk-off one time and it was. V awkward for the others to see lmao

Ig Pat & the twins would dance lotsa swing dance etc together 'cause they have the most energy lol

Catch them swapping partners in & out like my friend & I saw that one group of four do at a swing dance party (they were iconic honestly)

Pat loves the Shim-sham because I say so (it's my swing dance friend's favourite & I also like it v much). He tries teaching the others to varying levels of success lol but it's all for fun and they usually have a good time together

Logan likes to properly study choreography before fully executing it - a side'll teach him a move & he'll go practice it etc for the next time. He needs it to be shown a certain way tho, trying to reverse-mirror it ain't gonna work

Virgil can get kinda nervous/frustrated by some tricky moves, but it's ag in the end

Remus just goes for it man lol he has no fear of potential accidental contortionism he's good to go

Janus manages to bs his way thru dances he hasn't actually learnt, kinda annoying tbh ahem

Ro,, ro will dance anywhere anytime he's the dancing queen okay??

Pat might get a move the wrong way round or miss a step or whatever but it doesn't really matter! As long as they're having a good time and no one's hurt, he's happy to, carefree, just boogie on down

#idk man ahskdpl #i am procrastinating yikes #headcanons #sides dance headcanons

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