#i love princy he’s like a cat

[riotzerosys]

welcome to baldi’s basics in education and learning. that’s me!

#bbieal #baldi’s basics #my art #digital art #playtime baldis basics #filename2 #baldi #principal of the thing #princy #i love princy he’s like a cat #silly little soft plush-like cat thing i love him #i would get a plushie of him if it existed #and if i wasnt broke #just a bunch of assorted baldi characters #choose your flavour

[mysticarts]

Hello! I know it's late- But I wanna do some infodump or really just rambling instead.

Firstly remember when I said Lucio and Wick are enemies to lovers kinda thing? They are however is not very toxic.. More like few bickering there and that, it's going to be a slow burn it'll take time for them to admit their feeling each other. They respect eachother a little though.

Did they admit? Nope they both deny it in several reasons which I already have explained later older posts. Wick falls first, then Lucio falls harder (More than how Rocky fell down into the stairs poor Rocky my boi-)

While Lucio dislikes Wick and often gets too blunt at him there's time he actually show kindness although he doesn't want to admit that. No he does not want Wick to see that, his unaware the other thinks the same too.

'Funny' enough he was supposed to get rid of Wick because his boss assigned, to prevent Wick being presuade funding the Lackadaisy which failed.. So after few interrogating, the result became unexpected, it happened when Wick treated him kindness.. Not fake kindness but genuine something he no longer had.

Cause how would Wick love a guy working for a crime boss and had done messed up things to a result of destroying through his childhood? As much he wants to never go near to the posh cat it's nearly impossible because every time Wick appears to the more he grew to slowly fell for him..

Wick is a law abiding man. Lucio? Nothing but a huge disgrace.

Wick at first sees Lucio as a company after having no choice but to atleast helped each other (My Au.) Later on he gain feelings to Lucio also and became confuse and questioning his own Sexuality or attraction.

Until months later the two became close friends no longer 'Aqquaintance' the bickering decrease.. The bond grew close where at the point they started hanging out private places talking their interests, hobbies, many more. Laughing like old times like they were good 'friends.' This is when Lucio ditched supposed mission. Wick continued to be nice to him with added helping Lucio like carrying stuffs, trying his best to heal Lucio wound as possible, giving a friendly gift and etc. So is Lucio doing favors/errands/giving 'friendly gifts' for Wick.

Lucio jokingly calls Wick princy then after months of their 'Aqquaintanceship' started calling him 'Hiyas' (Meaning gem cause Wick likes rocks so why not?.) He had accidentally call Wick 'irog' which means love luckily the other doesn't know Tagalog, it proceeded to stirr Lucio more falling into deep pit of so called 'love'.

Wick slowly he soon saw Lucio's true self not the walking snark and sass self but slowly nice self.. This lead him having a denial to out of fear not how will the public think if the info was exposed, how will it effect his image as a businessman think but everyone he cares including Lucio too.

Imagine Wick knew what Lucio's assigned misson earlier when they meet first. Now after few months Wick started to love him dearly. he didn't react negatively to it instead tells Lucio to do it so he won't have to suffer the consequences, shocking Lucio and left two options either kill Wick or leave.. He picked second option realizing coming in a conclusion.

He LOVE Wick.

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End. The angst is beyond levels (Both but mainly effect Wick.)

Sorry I like this trope so much in some angles. Btw you don't really have to like this ship that's fine by me. Feel free to comment what you think about this! ^^

CEANIWEFLN

I would watch a MOVIE on these to fr

Like, whenever Carmen sees Wick and Lucio together, she just starts rambling in Greek language in excitement. No one really knows what Carmen is saying, but who cares? She looks happy!

Buy yea, never be afraid to show me this ship because I live for the angst.

[purplolart]

Uhh how about 🐶 and 🐾 for the ask meme?

🐶 - Opinion on Patton?

I think Patton is a really good representation of the heart, emotional and complicated. He’s shown himself to be witty and more clever than we give him credit for! He’s always a clean laugh, even if there are many times he makes me cringe so so much. However, that doesn’t mean that he’s without his faults. He can get fairly annoying, and still hides a lot from Thomas until coaxed to show it. Heck, until fairly recently it seemed like no one was giving Patton time to make his cases, or even listen to him (tho I think that is something they all struggle with). I do like the direction they’ve taken him in the most recent episodes, changing his “only good” core and making it more complicated than before. (The frog... I just can’t even begin to describe the feelings that made me feel)

I get compared to him quite a lot irl, so I tend to point out the flaws in him more often then not. But I do like his character, it’s a sigh of relief to see our bubbly bud, and I hope to see him more openly ambiguous as it goes on.

🐾 - What pet do you think each of the sides would have?

Ooh, good question!

I think it’s easiest to say that Virgil has a tarantula, but I find that odd if Thomas is afraid of spiders... I think a reptilian friend would also be cute because of their supposed low maintenance, my personal picks for him would be a bearded dragon, a turtle/tortoise, or maybe a little ball python. But why stop at average pets when it’d be just as cute to see him snuggling with a raccoon or possum? Maybe the earned trust of a skunk would boost his confidence as it nuzzles into his neck (plus a skunky companion could prove well at keeping Roman from TOUCHING HIS FUCKING STUFF AND-!)

Logan probably isn’t a pet person, but I think if he had to have a companion, it’d be those at home ant colonies, some pure white rats, or an aquarium full of saltwater fish. He’s convincing himself that it’s purely to study them, but then he’s angrily grumbling at Mitochondria for getting into a fight with Supernova and suddenly realizes he has children. Or perhaps he’d have a well trained Blue Macaw on his shoulder, and hearing some of the facts he’s said spouted back to him just makes his day that at least someone is listening to him.

I think it’s fair to assume Patton would have as many dogs as he could handle, but given our most recent episode, it would be cute to see a couple frogs hopping on his shoulder. Of course he would have cats as well, but probably just the Hypoallergenic ones. And pigs! We can’t forget that he’d have cute little fuzzy pigs! And ferrets, behold his living slinkey babies! And mice and birds and cows and-! You know what, let’s just give him a barn so he can have all of them.

Roman is not one to stop at normal pets (despite the few cats that still manage to ooze out of his drawer space when he’s not paying attention). Assuming they have to be real animals, he’d probably be seen accompanied by a bright red fox by his calves, and an enormous wolf and tiger at his hips. But why stop there? The more esentric the better! So of course Virgil had more than just a heart attack when Princy decided A LITTERAL FIREBREATHING DRAGON RESTING ITS HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER, AND A GOD DAMMNED COCKATRICE ON HIS LAP were the best pets to be with him as he ate his cereal. (He had to stop bringing Lord Guenivere and Lady Aurthur into the livingroom after that day, especially since Aurthur had turned Logan to stone for an hour to two)

Remus is just as - if not more so - an ecsentric pet person like his twin. Of course his choices are a bit more extreme than his brothers. He has a special place in his heart for sea creatures, and uses his powers to have his octopus, cuddle fish, angler, giant sea worm, and A LITERAL GODDAMN SHARK to be roaming around his room without the need for water (they float around now, but Remus was laughing for 20 minutes straight just seeing them flop around at first). The ones he brings out of his room, he calls his strays, and they are literal abominations of science. He has an army of rats that have been tested on and mangled in some way, and he gives them all so much well-deserved love. That doesn’t mean that your pet that glows in the dark or has a human ear on its back isnt creepy, especially during movie night REMUS! WHY ARE YOU OKAY WITH THOSE DISEASE CARRYING BASTARDS CRAWLING UNDER YOUR SLEEVES, REMUS-?!

Lastly Janus, our pretty snake boi. Yes of course he would have snakes, why would he have anything else? He’s not hiding anything, he absolutely adores being pinned as a one type pet kind of guy. Like listen, just cause he’s currently lounging with his ungodly long Burmese python, doesn’t mean that it’s all he’s interested in. In all honesty, he probably loves his chameleon chum just as much as he does his cold blooded brother. He just finds it soothing to see someone else changing their looks up, even if that’s gotten them into a handful of mischief that sends Janus looking for them for hours. He also semi adopts Remus’ color changing pets at times, because watching the cuddle fish and his chameleon having a camouflage-off is more than entertaining.

Oof this got longer than I thought it would.

Sanders Sides Ask Meme

#ask #answer #patton sanders #sanders sides #pets #pet speculations #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #ts janus #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #ts virgil #ts remus #oof this got longer than i thought it would

[lostonehero]

Jumping the bandwagon of the cat fics roceit flavor

Roman was new to town but one story kept circulating around him.

"Don't trust the cat with the two colored eyes scar and the black and yellow serpent collar."

He really had no idea what that meant but apparently it's been a thing in this town for a few hundred years. He loved fairy tales as much as the next Disney fanatic but old creepy legends were not his cup of tea.

He plopped down the last moving box he had that got lost in shipping on to his patio. He started to sing a old lullaby as he unpacked the box smiling at the old windchimes, they were a gift from his grandmother. While he strung them up singing louder he failed to notice a cat sitting behind him looking at him with intense curiosity.

Roman nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned around seeing the cat the locals warned him about. "Nope no no no I ain't becoming a urban legend death fuck uh wait here creepy cat." He rushes inside and comes out with a raw piece of chicken he was about to saute for dinner and tosses it at the cat. "Eat this and not me." Roman says backing away as the cat approached the chicken sniffing it curiously then slowly eating it as it watched Roman.

......

This had become a nightly event, and Roman even got the courage to try to pet the cat who only hisses and tried to claw out his eye.

"Ok still not a friendly cat, you know the lady at the grocery said I was marked for death because I was feeding you." Roman and the cat exchange glances. "Yeah I think she's crazy too. So at least you're satisfied with that cat food, still need to think of a name for you."

The cat licks there chops as the sit up from their food. They look like they want to hiss but they end up turning around and leaving.

"You can at least say thank you." Roman yells jokingly cleaning up the dirty plate.

......

"So how is making friends with the urban legend cat going?" Roman's friend Virgil who has just arrived to spend the week with him.

"He hisses at me whenever I try to give him a name, but they love hearing me sing." Roman replies helping Virgil carry his luggage inside.

"Yknow I thought you were kidding the first time then you sent that video and I have to admit it is a creepy cat." Virgil jokes.

"Stop he is fine just a bit rough around the edges." Roman pouts.

"Oh princy it's the one animal that won't be your friend." Virgil continues to tease.

Roman rolls his eyes as he flings a couch cushion at Virgil.

......

At night Roman leaves out food like he normally does, but when he doesn't see the cat he gets slightly worried, so he sits outside and waits. Virgil wouldn't mind being left alone he was still pretty jet lagged.

An hour goes by and Roman is still outside. "Why am I getting so fussy over some stray cat? I guess he is kind of important to be." He groans smacking his head against his palms. "I hope nobody heard that."

Roman saw the stray cat limp into his yard. The poor thing looks like it's been through hell itself. Fuck the scratches Roman thought as he scooped up the injured cat and brought him inside to his bathroom.

"Stop hissing at me I'm trying to help you. You're not even going to be thankful that I waited for you? Your leg looks broken let me put a splint on it or at least let me take you to a vet." Roman continued to argue with this cat as he started a bath. "Don't growl at me I'm trying to clean you up."

......

Virgil found Roman the next morning with a sleeping cat on his back while he was passed out in the bathroom. "Roman I'm going to ask this once, why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to try to a bathe a feral cat?"

Roman got up a bit groogly as he picked up the now awake cat. "He is injured Virgil I'm going to take him to the vet."

Virgil looked at the healthy purring cat then looked up at Roman. "You sound and look insane." He walks away. "I'll make breakfast and try to act sane."

Roman looked thus cat over and besides for the scar the cat was fine. "What the fuck you little liar."

The cat meowed in response dropping down trying to take off the snake collar.

Roman sighs pulling off the collar himself. "Well whoever gave you this must really like chokers little gu-. Oh fuck what the fuck what the fuck."

The cat now a well dressed man who look like he was pulled out of the Victorian era with his clothes. Despite the scar down his right side of his face and the mismatched eyes he was like an Adonis. "You're the first who didn't treat me like a omen and hence forth shall be my witting husband and to make things easier you already live in my home."

Roman's face goes red. This wasn't an urban legend but a fairy tail and he was the prince. "O-ok."

"And sir Roman my name is Lazarus." The man stands up taller then Roman holding his hand out. "Your companion offered breakfast care to pick up your jaw and join me?"

Roman can only nod taking the man's hand.

#roceit #roman sanders #sympathetic deceit #deceit sanders #ts deceit #deceit is a jazzy boy #virgil sanders #ts virgil #sanders sides virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders

[miguel-manbemel]

Translating Sanders Sides

Some of you may know, but one of the things I’ve done consistently is writing the Castillian Spanish subtitles for most of the episodes of Sanders Sides by @thatsthat24​ and @thejoanglebook. In fact, I’ve written them for all of the episodes that had the option available, “My True Identity” and “Taking on Anxiety with Lilly Singh” are the only two episodes that for some reason don’t have the option activated. Here I’m gonna share how it has been so far my experience translating Sanders Sides.

There’s one frequent misconception about YouTube subtitles. Save for some exceptions, creators don’t usually have the knowledge of all languages in the world, so it’s usually volunteers who write the subtitles in their mother tongues or in languages they know enough of. In my case I started writing them because, even though there were already Spanish subtitles of the generic variant, they usually had, and sorry if the original writers are reading me, several flaws, like misuse of expressions, mistakes in words (I encountered the word “hiss” as “rugido”, when the correct word would have been “bufido” in the case of a cat hiss or “siseo” in the case of a snake hiss, certainly not “roaring” which is the real meaning of “rugido”) or, and this is the only thing I’m clearly against of, things that weren’t even in the original video, like jokes someone made up, fanon commentary, even compliments to Thomas or the characters. I get that we all like these characters and the creators, but that’s not the place to express our love for them, and this is something that Thomas himself has said every once in a while that he doesn’t want to see in the captions and subtitles for his videos.

As YouTube subtitles, once approved and live, are virtually impossible to edit or delete, except by the original creator, my idea was to start writing the Castillian Spanish subtitles for the video, as an alternate version of the translation. The first episode that I translated right after it was released, I remember it as if it was yesterday, even though it was almost three years ago, was “Moving On Part 1″, then I translated all the previous episodes, and after that every episode as soon as it was released.

Writing the translation of an episode takes a lot more time than what anyone could figure out. The YouTube subtitle tool is not the most comfy to work with, even though it does its job. When the subtitles in English are already available, it gives you the times synchronized already with the English subs and you just have to write the translation. That looks as if it saves time, but in Spanish, like many other romantic languages, words are on average much longer than in English, which means that you need more time to read them, so the original times usually have to be readjusted and that takes time. I usually just delete the times altogether and write them all from scratch, it gives me more work, but it saves time in the long term. Not much though, as, on average, it takes several hours for me to write subtitles. The last episode, “Putting Others First”, if we count only the hours I dedicated to write the subtitles, it took me around 20 hours, in several intervals along three days. I’m including in this the several proofreadings I make of the subtitles where I always find typos or mistakes that I need to correct, which makes me watch and rewatch the video like dozens of times. (I’m not perfect and probably I’ve overlooked some typos still, but who hasn’t?) Thank goodness it’s good content and enjoyable to watch again and again, otherwise, the labor would be tedious.

Then there is another problem. I usually translate the text just as it is portrayed on the video. That’s, after all what a translation is expected to be, and it usually is. But there is a problem that arises from time to time. Sometimes, the original doesn’t have a direct translation or, and this is something very common in works like Sanders Sides, full of puns and jokes, the translation kills the joke. In those cases, some translators opt for adding a note between brackets explaining the joke and why the translation doesn’t get it right. I personally don’t like this solution, because it distracts you from the action (you usually have to pause the video to read the note) and most important, because, as I said, it usually happens with puns, and you know what happens when you explain a pun, right? My personal option, and something that translators are indeed encouraged to do as far as I know, is to, when a pun cannot be literally translated for some reason, get the idea that the writer wanted to convey and, being faithful to that idea, create a pun that makes sense in the target language, in my case Spanish.

I’ll explain this with an example of the most difficult piece of dialogue for me to translate in all the episodes I’ve translated of Sanders Sides. It was nothing particularly philosophical or convoluted. It was a piece of dialogue from “Losing My Motivation”. It was when Thomas said “Oh, man, I do do that” and then Patton giggles and says “doodoo”. It looks pretty straightforward... except for the fact that the auxiliary “do” doesn’t have a translation in Spanish, it just doesn’t exist, so the translation of that joke didn’t make any sense and wasn’t funny at all. You literally didn’t understand why was Patton laughing. So I was forced to become creative and my idea was to rewind a bit and get Logan’s previous piece of dialogue, when he was talking about how if Thomas “sits around waiting for inspiration to strike, consistency is unattainable”. I had the idea of using the old expression “kissed by a muse” as a synonym for inspiration, and so I translated into Spanish as “if you sit around waiting for a muse to kiss you, consistency is unattainable”. Then, I made Thomas say, “Oh, man, I do wait for that kiss” and, then instead of the doodoo joke which didn’t make sense in Spanish, I used the similarity between the Spanish for muse, “musa” and the Spanish for walrus, “morsa”, and I made it look as if Patton misheard, and laughed because he thought Thomas was waiting for a walrus to kiss him. It’s not perfect, and I only do this as a last resort measure. I usually prefer sticking to the original as much as I can.

There’s only one other instance when I’ve become creative while translating. In the scenes featuring rapping or some songs. There’s one defining characteristic of rap: it has to rhyme. If it doesn’t it’s not a rap. So, to create a translation of a rap that didn’t rhyme was almost like a sacrilege to me. So, in the case of the Rap Battle from “Am I Original”, I wrote Spanish lyrics for that rap that respected as much of the original as I could while also respecting the rhymes and also the metrics. These are the lyrics I wrote in Spanish, followed by the literal translation (I presume you all know the original English lyrics by heart at this point)

Damas, reyes y nobleza no binaria Ved como derroto rápido a este paria Aplastaré a cualquier villano con ganas de ir a por mí La bruja dragón lo sabe bien: llegué, vi y vencí Aunque no sabía adivinar, Sabía que esto iba a pasar. Piensas fatal, rapeas mal Te crees lo más, y en un pispás Acabo con tu honor: no es difícil de lograr. Te voy a superar, Princi, pues tengo una mente simpar.

Mejores genios he logrado hundir, tú no podrás huír. Si presionas, subiré, y me tendrás sobre ti. Todo es cuestion de cápita. Vas a perder como ocurrió en Ática. Ya está, vete a casa, se acabó. Solo hay un bardo entre los dos, no eres tú, soy yo.

Ladies, Kings and non binary nobility Watch how I defeat this outcast I’ll crush any villain with the guts to go after me The Dragon Witch knows well: I arrived, I saw and I won (Veni, vidi, vici) Even though I can’t tell fortune, I knew this was gonna happen. You think awfully, you rap bad You think you’re the best and in no time I end your honor: It’s not difficult to manage. I’m gonna get over you, Princey, because I’ve got an outstanding mind

I have managed to sink down better geniouses, you won’t be able to run away If you push, I’ll rise up, and you’ll have me over you. It is all a matter of capita. You’re gonna lose as it happened on Attica. It’s done, go home, it’s over. There’s only a bard among us both, it’s not you, it’s me.

As you can see, it says almost the same as the original, only that not literally, and the rhymes are preserved, so it still is a rap.There is people who may disagree with this, but this is actually a technique that is used all the time when doing a translation. In fact, sticking literally and rigidly to the original words in a text is considered a flaw in a translation, because sometimes it makes you lose all the sense of the original.

That also happens with idioms. It is a huge mistake to translate them literally. There usually is an equivalent in the target language and that’s the idiom you must use. For instance, in Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts, there’s a moment where Virgil asks Remus if he has a strong suit and Remus answes “I do, my birthday suit”. Both expressions, “strong suit” and “birthday suit” don’t make sense if literally translated to Spanish. For the first one, we have “punto fuerte”, literally “strong point”, and for the second one we have the expression “en cueros”, literally “on leather”. If I had translated the dialogue literally it would have been “¿Tienes algún traje fuerte? Sí, mi traje de nacimiento.” That doesn’t make sense in Spanish. So I had to translate to Spanish as, “¿Tienes algún punto fuerte? ¡Sí, ponerme en cueros!” (”Do you have any strong point? Yes, putting myself on leather!”) As you can see, it doesn’t make sense in English, but asure you it makes all the sense in Spanish and conveys the original words perfectly.

And I think this is more than enough of sharing my experiences translating Sanders Sides. I hope this has been enlightening in any way and that I didn’t make it too boring. I didn’t mean to pontificate about it. I’m only sharing my own experience. There are many other translators in other different languages who have their own experiences and they’re all equally valid, for starters because any language is different and therefore different rules and methods apply. As long as the translation is faithful to the original, not necesarily literally as I said, it will be a good translation, and that’s our goal after all when we translate something, to make a foreign work reachable to a broader international audience. I hope I have managed to do so and that I made @thatsthat24 ‘s work more reachable, as it deserves to be so. Until next time.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders

[basic-bb-asks]

Also (again stupid curiosity...which killed the cat, hope it doesn't kill me) - when Princi hugged me was that THE very first time he actually wanted a hug?? I mean I know he's gotten them before but he's always acted like 'uh yeah no' though you can tell he likes them. He's turned into my favorite character if you can't tell (also if i have already sent in something like this feel free to ignore this one)

i.... dont know actually! below will be a compilation of every single time princi has been hugged/hugged someone, and an analysis of the wants. 

He generally expresses touch aversion, for various reasons, but i do know it was a real genuine hug for you!

Is this a hug? Its more of a grab. In any case, princi is not happy. also i dont count. this was the last hug he had before yours.

this one he’s not okay with it

i don’t know if furbies count. you kinda HAFTA hold them and hug them

is this a hug? he’s having a good time stimming with ALL of his limbs, being held by baldi,,, but its not arms’nstuff

he enjoyed this hug, but didn’t admit it, not super genuine.

fubby hug!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! furby!!!!!!!!!!!!! loves!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOVE HUGS LOVE HUGS LOVE HUGS FURBY

he’s cool with this one, but not hugging back,,,

that was the earliest hug he’s ever had on this blog,,,, so yeah! if you dont count furbies, your hug was the first one princi liked AND reciprocated!

#sbpiano1059 #bbasks

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Advent 2nd (9th of December) The Noodle Adventures

I decided to do this advent thingy, this will be a 5 part-ers.

One part posted on each advent: 2nd Dec, 9th Dec, 16th Dec and 23rd Dec and the last part on Christmas 24th of Dec

FamILY- Relationship

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General Tag list: @ebony-wolf, @nashiraneko,  @secretlyanxiouspersona, @i-sold-my-soul-to-thefandom, @rabbitsartcorner, @punsterterry,  @sleepyssnail,  @nightmaresides, @virgilswritings, @ninja-girl2846, @ninjago2020, @starryfirefliesbloggo

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Deceit was deep in the zone as he worked, keeping track of the lies Thomas told and the things he believed were true while also making future excuses if asked about said lie, or any good excuses for other times if they might need them. He also checked over the state in the dark sides domain to make sure the dark sides didn’t try anything to get to Thomas, they were hidden for a reason after all and he was the gatekeeper to make sure they didn’t reveal themselves to Thomas without his knowledge.

A couple knocks on his door snapped him out of his concentration and he looked up from his desk blinking, as another serie of knocks made him spin in the office chair to face the door, from the sound of things the one knocking had done it for a while.

 “What?!” he called, the easiest way to not get stuck in the yes or no territory.

The door opened a crack and Patton poked his head inside smiling brightly.

 “Heya kiddo, I was just wondering if you wanted to help me bake some saffron buns and make some gingerbread cookies, and maybe try making a gingerbread house with me?” the moral side asked with sparkling eyes.

Deceit blinked at him before he grasped the question he hadn’t been ready for, as far as he knew Patton only baked with the other light sides, even if he had caught sight of Deceit he never asked the dark side if he wanted to help.

 “Why?” Deceit asked with a confused tone before he was able to stop himself, bewilderment written all over his face.

 “Well… I wanted to spend some time with you is all.” Patton smiled, Deceit squinted at him at the half truth and Patton sighed sile falling a bit “Logan was busy, and Roman is out winter questing in the imagination and won’t come back until dark, and Virgil wanted to sleep... and baking alone is not as fun... so… do you wanna help?” The puppy eyes Patton threw into the mix, was not what did Deceit in, nope not at all, they played no part in that... and even if they did he was never gonna admit it.

 “No.” he huffed as he got up from the chair, while Patton at the same time squealed happily and grinned from ear to ear while making a little happy dance.

The moment Deceit was within reach Patton grabbed him by the arm and dragged him down towards the kitchen. Deceit yelped and stumbled after the moral side to keep up.

Deceit just stared at the kitchen, Patton had already gathered everything they would need on the counter along with bowls, measuring cups, pans and the cut-outs for the gingerbread figures.

 “You… haven’t been busy...” Deceit mumbled as he stared at everything as Patton clapped his hands summoning aprons on both of them.

Patton’s was light blue full of cats and dogs along with the text Everyday I’m Trufflin’. Deceit jolted and looked down at his own apron that was white and yellow checkered with the word Impasta on it.

Deceit looked back to Patton and raises his eyebrow before he smiled.

 “You and your puns…” he chuckled.

 “Not as if you don’t do puns yourself, kiddo, I have seen the end card of Can LYING be good, you know.” Patton said with a smirk. Laughing as Deceit blushed.

 “Whatever… pop-tart.” Patton gasped loudly

 “You gave a dad themed nickname!” he squealed in a pitched voice, before he hugged Deceit tight making the deceitful side screech “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, KIDDO!”

 “GAAAH! LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!”

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Virgil had tried to sleep. And he had actually managed a nap, but now he lay awake scrolling through the hell that was currently Tumblr, chuckling as the fanders said they were going to Myspace instead.

He jolted and almost fell of his bed when a loud screech came from downstairs.

Virgil grabbed his phone and scrambled to get to the door and threw it open, only to be met by the scent of saffron buns and gingerbread, he blinked before he remembered the screech and scrambled down the stairs to make sure no one was dying.

 “WHO DIED?!” Virgil shouted as he slid to a halt in the doorway to the kitchen, hair rumpled and hoodie almost falling of him, his eye shadow was darker than normal due to his heightened anxiety.

the sight that greeted him made him drop his jaw and he just stared.

 “What..?” he gaped out

 “Kiddo!” Patton cried out happily when he caught sight of him grinning, flour on his face and shoulders and gingerbread dough sticking to his cheek and apron and a icing bag in his hands.

Deceit turned around from there he stood with his back to the door, powdered sugar coating his hair and face, along with icing painting his scaled cheek.

his cloak and hat having been left in his room when Patton dragged him down to help with baking.

 “I thought you were awake...” Deceit said surprised as he squinted at Virgil.

 “I managed to sleep for a bit… but... who screamed?” Virgil asked and crossed his arms eye shadow getting less intense.

 “The icing was very warm...” Deceit grumbled and looked away, letting his flour dusty fingers touch, gloves gone to keep them from getting dirty, which revealed his scales that was on both hands, but more on the left one than the right.

 “Wait… that was you? I could have sworn that was Princy.” Deceit blushed and grumbled something under his breath, while Virgil snickered.

Patton smiled at both of them, happy his kiddos got along before he beamed brightly.

 “Virgil! Do you wanna join us baking? we got some more gingerbread dough left!” he said like a happy puppy who caught sight of their person.

 “Sure, soda-pop.” Virgil said and smiled. Patton gasped dramatically again before he gave away a pitched squeal at the nickname and quickly summoned a apron for Virgil as well, on it stood the words May the fork be with you. Virgil looked down at the purple apron and chuckled.

When Logan came downstairs it was to the sight of Patton, Deceit and Virgil working on decorating a gingerbread house and figures. while the saffron buns sat on the counter to cool. Logan smiled and couldn’t help chuckle at the offended look and hiss Deceit gave Virgil when the taller side smeared more glazing on Deceit’s face.

 “How is it going?” Logan asked as he entered the kitchen. Patton looked up sending a small swarm of flour falling from his hair and he grinned.

 “It’s going great! the kiddos really helped.”

 “I see, that’s good, do you want me to put the saffron buns away?” Logan asked pointing to the curled buns with raisins.

 “Yes please, but leave some out, will you Logan?”

 “Very well.” Logan said and smiled as he started to gather the buns in plastic bags to put in the freezer.

When that was done he clapped his hands and turned to look at the others who were putting the finishing touches on the house before Virgil put a layer of  powdered sugar over everything to represent snow.

 “Now when that is done with, off with you to the bathroom to get cleaned up, and i will clean things here.”

A small water war broke out amongst them in the bathroom before they cleaned themselves free of icing, flour and powdered sugar and gingerbread dough.

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When Roman came home a while after dark he stomped his shoes free from snow before he took them off and entered the living room where the others were gathered, appearing to be playing a game of UNO.

 “Oh! Hey Roman! diners is in the refrigerator so you just have to reheat it, and there’s one saffron bun for you.” Roman grinned as he quickly fixed his food, as he did so he couldn’t help but snort when Deceit threw a take 4 cards on top of the pile making Virgil have to grab more cards.

 “OH MY GOD YOU DAMNED SNAKE! STOOOP!” Virgil cried as he struggled to hold all the cards in his hands. Deceit laughed and stuck out his tongue. causing Virgil to hiss and swear revenge.

To say the game ended in chaos was an understatement.

Logan had an urge to remove the game completely from Thomas mind.

#sanders sides #theadventures #Janus #sympathetic deceit #patton #virgil #logan #roman #text #the fox writes #advent #winter #family #gingerbread houses

[inkspillspot]

Hot and Cold

Sander Sides Fanfiction, 

Ships: Princnxiety 

Flags/Warnings: Trans stuff, mention of violence, touching, anxiety, possibly triggering thoughts/jokes, minor cussing, slightly sexual jokes, (If there is anything else I should include PLEASE TELL ME)

Human AU, Trans!Virgil 

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I should’ve known better than to agree to hang out on a day like this. I looked at the weather and I knew how unbearably hot it was going to be, but of course I said yes. Because when Roman video called me with those pleading puppy dog eyes and the desperate begging for attention, I couldn’t tell him no. Well, I probably could have, but I would have felt bad about it for the rest of my natural life.

Now we sit in uncomfortable closeness in his apartment, from opposite sides of the room. Roman is laying on his back on the tile of the kitchen floor, his limbs thrown out in random directions. I sit on top of the counter with a strong fan blowing directly into my face. It’s perfectly clear to me now, that when my whiny boyfriend was begging me to come over, the statement about his amazing air conditioner was a complete and utter lie.

In fact, the air conditioning unit seemed like it was going to fall apart at any moment.It stopped every few minutes without fail. It made odd sputtering sounds that made me jump no matter how much I was excepted them. It was basically a ticking time bomb, and when it went off we would surely die from the heat. Our funerals could be held on the same day, identical causes of death and all. At least the newspapers would get some pretty good headlines out of my mistake.

Two Florida Men are Killed by Air Conditioner Last Saturday

Pride Dies this Weekend In Orlando, The Cause?: Heat

10,000 Degree Weather Murders Two Orlando Men

God Smites Down Two Orlando Gays by Zapping One Air Conditioner

As I stay perched on the marble and ponder what the journalists might write to announce our comedic deaths, Roman rises from his place starfished out across the tile flooring. A bead of sweat drips from his perfect hairline.

“Love?” I just had the most amazing idea of my short, yet very fulfilling life!” He sounded absolutely exhausted, but still as proud as ever. He always reminds me of a cocky fantasy bard. Charming, proud, attractive, talented, but also horribly over-dramatic and extra. I can feel a thin layer of blush spread over my face at the pet-name’s use and I know the new smile on Roman’s face is a reaction to that.

“Oh damn. Me too. How about we give up on this whole living thing, and just perish.” His prideful expression turns into one of utter confusion. I love how, even after knowing him for such a long time, my cynical comments could confuse his so fucking much. He was never expecting it and his confused expression was adorable. This was pretty much the only time he would let down the cocky bard show. I loved making him confused like he loved to make me blush.

“No Love, no” He’s so fucking cute, if it wasn’t so hot I would get up and kiss him. Once again, I’m disappointed in the weather.

“Aww, is Princy confused?” As I speak I can feel a sly smile creeping over my lips. “Still not used to my humor?” A light blush covers his already rosy cheeks, and maybe, I like that just as much as the confusion.

“I am perfectly fine Virgil.” His reddened complexion doesn’t agree with his words. “Anyway, I have a great plan!’ He takes a few paces toward me and leans up against the counter. He blocks the relief from the fan, which is annoying, but I decide not to mention it.

“What?” The only good thing I can say about the heat is that Roman looks good exhausted and sweaty like this.

“You can’t guess? He seems legitimately disappointed that I can’t just read his mind.

“No, should I know?” My anxiety starts to act up. What could I have possibly forgotten about. It wasn’t his birthday because that was in the fall and it’s summer. Not one of our anniversaries because those are pretty much all in the winter. I’m missing something and I don’t like it.

“Ugh, baby,” Roman whines a little too loudly considering how close he is. “It was going to be a guessing game and it was going to be fun.” He hops onto the counter beside me, but he struggles to climb the marble. I laugh a bit, mostly because he’s the cutest person I’ve ever met, but also because he’s so cocky, yet he can’t get on a counter without help.

“Well, I’ve already ruined the game so you should just tell me.” I gently poke him in the side, earning a response in the form of rolling eyes.

“Okay, are you ready for the most brilliant idea of the century?” His hands are held out oddly in front of him. He looks like a forth grader really acting out their mediocre black cat costume at class halloween party.

“Yeah,” My answer comes out laced with slight giggling over his hand position.

“Where’s my countdown then?” He’s such a needy boy.

“3…2…1…”

“Swimming!” And I am suddenly bombarded with jazz hands. My heart almost stops, but not because of the sudden movement. “We can go cool off at the waterpark. And than I see you with messy towel dried hair after, which would be the most adorable thing in the known universe.” I know he’s trying to flirt and be cute, but he’s unintentionally made my perishing comment a reality.

I really should have told him sooner, but of course I just had to put it off. I guess I did try to tell him I’m trans once, but then I got nervous and he took that as flustered. He assumed I was trying to say ‘I love you’, which was true, but not exactly the first thing on my mind at the time. Also, that’s kind of a bad way to have your first ‘I love you’ exchange. Now, I’m either going to have to tell him the truth, or craft a convincing excuse.

“It’ll be crowded though…” My deception is apparently a -15 and I rolled a nat one because my tone resembled that of a terrified mouse. Probably because I’m close to crying. Roman, apparently has a zero in perception though because he doesn’t seem to notice the difference in my tone.

“So what? I’ll make sure that no boys hit on my lover, except myself of course.” He comes in for a kiss and when he gets close enough, he takes notice of the tears welling up in my eyes. A completely different look of confusion rises on his pretty face, and I’m not a fan of this one. “What’s wrong Love? We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” His voice is steady as he attempts to calm me.

I feel even worse because of this. He actually thinks I’m crying on his kitchen counter because I don’t feel like going swimming today and I don’t know how to tell him otherwise without ruining everything. How do you go from jokes about perishing and complaining about the heat to coming out? How do you safely turn around a situation that’s surrounded by steep cliffs.

“That’s not- I’m not- That’s not the problem.” My voice is much less stable than intended and the words just don’t want to come out right.

“What’s wrong then?” He wraps an arm around me slowly, making sure that I’m okay with he contact by giving me the obvious chance to move away. I don’t deserve such an amazing man, especially when I’ve been pretty much lying to him for so long.

“I need to tell you something.” I keep my voice down, as if staying quiet will make the whole situation disappear. Unfortunately for me, Roman had always had perfect hearing.

“Alright, what is is darling?” His eyes are intense in a serious and caring way. I can’t help but to think about a different type of intensity in those eyes, an angrier one.

Here’s the thing about Roman. He’s always seemed to support the entirety of the LGBT+ community. He’ll wear all the flags to events, once including a trans flag colored bracelet that I loved. He’ll get into full on yelling matches with any protesters and aggressively praises everyone else. It was brave and amazing, but that doesn’t mean I can be sure he’ll support me. There’s a huge difference between supporting a community and having a partner in that community. I look up at him again and the tears fall freely from my eyes. I don’t think I could ever handle losing him.

“Sorry Roman, I just…” My unstable hands come up to wipe away the tears, Roman quickly takes over the job. I try to concentrate on stopping the sobs, crying isn’t going to help me if he ends up being mad. Pity isn’t something that would ever make him stay.

“It’s perfectly fine, what do you need to tell me?” His voice is calm and patient. This was the other type of situation that would make the bard act fall. He either had to be confused or his comforting therapist mode for me.

“I-I should have told you before he starting dating and now you’re going to hate me forever.” Any tears Roman managed to wipe away are swiftly replaced.

“How could I ever hate my perfect little boy?” He gives me a soft hug and pulls me into his body. This feels much better, but I can’t help to realize that this was a compromising position If he was mad and decided to hurt me because of it. I’ve read the news stories. I know the type of danger I could be putting myself in if I didn’t know Roman like I thought I did.

“I’m not Roman, I’m sorry, but I’m really not. I’m so sorry.” My breathing hitched and I lose the ability to form complete sentences for the time being.

“Oh, of course you still are baby. You could never do anything that would change that.” Another rush of shame courses through me because how could I have lied to such a supportive and loving person? What the fuck is wrong with me?

“I’m trans.” My voice is smaller than my self-confidence and that says a lot. Roman stays entirely silent and I know he heard me because of this. He’s not asking me to speak up, he’s not questioning me at all, and he’s defiantly not trying to comfort me anymore. He also hasn’t pushed me away yet.

The silence of moments like this always kill me. Roman says nothing for nearly two full minuets, but that one-hundred-twenty seconds feels more like years. It feels like the awkward length of time after you make a reference nobody understands. The kind of silence that’s as long as it is shaming. You know that the lack of noise is pure shunning. The stillness hanging in the air stings, as if it was actively giving me social frostbite without the warmth of words.

“Roman…” My former tears are suddenly just gone. Maybe my metaphorical chill froze them.  Maybe the literal heat had evaporated them. When he finally speaks, I can’t bear to look at him.

“Which way?” Those were not the first words I was expecting.

“FTM.” The ‘F’ tastes bitter in my mouth, like one-hundred pecan dark chocolate.

“And you honestly though I would hate you because of that?” His voice still shows no sign of anger, actually he sounds hurt. What am I meant to say to that?

“Yeah, I-I guess that was dumb. I just- since you’re gay and I’m not…” I can’t finish the sentence.

“Don’t talk like that Virgil. You’re still my little boy. Nothing changes.” He sounds oddly cold, but not in a mean way. Cold as in like a computer. Like a machine still trying to process foreign information. Still, his words are comforting, and despite the heat starting to bother me again, I snuggle up to him more.

“You aren’t mad that I didn’t tell you sooner?” The fan’s cool breeze hits me as I put myself back into it’s range.

“No, I understand it’s probably a very difficult thing to do. Especially if you were convinced I’d hate you.” His hand rests on my leg, his fingers gently feeling the fabric of my shorts.

“Sorry anyways. I should have made sure that you were okay with this before we got together.” I feel Roman’s head fall sideways, resting on mine.

“I’m sorry if you felt like you couldn’t safely tell me.” His voice is smooth and at that moment, I remember exactly why I fell in love with him in the first place.

The room is silent once again, but this time it’s peaceful. We sit on his kitchen counter, holding each other and ignoring the heat as best we can. I know Roman will have a million and two questions for me later. I also know he understands that now isn’t the time to ask them. I feel a sense of blissful relief I haven’t experienced in a long time. It’s like I’d been holding my breath this whole relationship and now I’m breathing the fresh, free mountain air. The moment is perfect and warm, and not just because of the weather. I’m finally sure that everything is okay.

“Hey Ro?” My voice comes out in a purr of language.

“Yes handsome?” I can feel another wave of red wash over my features.

“I love you more than I love wolves.” I can practically feel the confusion spreading across his flawless face. Boy, does he have a lot of confusing trans related jokes to catch up on now that I can make them.

“I have absolutely no clue what you are referencing, but I love you as well.” He nuzzles against me, and everything is back to normal.

#sandersides #angst #sanders sides fic #trans!virgil #trans virgil #princnxiety #princnxiety fic

[melon3x]

You pushed ME away

“Do you even regret it Virge? Doing the one thing you promised never to do? Throwing us away like last week's garbage and replacing us with some new and shiny versions? Do you even feel a hint of remorse for leaving us behind?” A distant airy voice sneers into the dark room with venom, leaving Virgil to bolt upright in fear. He looks around frantically, searching for the slimy yellow eyes he knew all too well. He reaches for the purple and black plaid lamp that Patton got him, desperately trying to fill the evasive room with light. All his hand hit was the smooth surface of his sleek black bedside table. 

“You said not even death could break us apart. In it till the very end. So why did you decide to rip our hearts out with your bare hands and eat them?” Another greasy voice slithers into the room, poisoning his head with memories that brought him nothing but pain and sadness. He stumbles out of his bed, leaving the only safe place he had right now. The light switch was only twelve steps forward and two to the right.  Panic was starting to fully set in, his breathing was becoming erratic, his heart was thumping so loudly he was surprised the others couldn’t hear it.

    Light blares through the room, blinding the anxious man momentarily. After the temporary blindness leaves him, his breath is taken away from him when two figures step into the middle of the room. Only inches away from his face, far too close for him to even ration his way through it. 

Narrowing his brown hues, he steps back and crosses his arms, hissing when the two step towards him.

“You should know that doesn’t affect us Virge~” Remus teases, causing the tightness in his chest to squeeze harder, leaving him weak of breath. It felt too much like the old times, the achingly warm moments the three shared before everything went to shit. When Deceit use to be a mother hen and all of Remus’s humor and jokes were only either about octopi or toilets.

Fist clenching tightly he glares knives into the two sides, just wishing they would leave him alone.

“What do you want?” Virgil grits out, getting a snort from Deceit. Remus responds by smiling childishly, pulling a pair of glossy eyes out of his pocket and pushing them into his eye sockets, spitting his regular eyes out. Once his ‘puppy dog eyes’ were in place he clasps his hands together, sticking his butt out into the air for extra effect.

“We want you to come back to us!” Virgil feels rage wrap around his anxious heart. He uncrosses his arms and huffs out a few rage filled grunts.

“Why would I go back? You two were the ones who pushed me away! You were the ones who forced me to start appearing before Thomas! You filled my head with burning hatred! Only watched as I started to break down! You weren’t there when I needed you the most! They were! Patton actually gave me words of encouragement instead of those debilitating words you always threw my way when I made a mistake! Roman actually knows when to stop mocking me, Unlike you Remus. Logan helps me get through all of my irrational fears logicall, unlike what you did Deceit. I haven’t felt happier in years, I feel like I actually belong! So like Hell am I going to go back to people who left me to drown in my own despair.” He was only a decibel away from full out screaming, but that didn’t deter him. All the rage he felt towards the two in front of him was pouring out, leaving him with each word he spat and every tear that streamed down his face sporadically. Deciet’s smug face was washed away, replaced with one filled with resentment and disbelief.

“Do you honestly think you belong with them? You were and always will be, a ‘dark’ side Virgil. They don’t love you, they only put up with you because if they didn’t you would be an even bigger burden. You cause Thomas harm, that’s all that you ever do. That’s all that you will do. You aren’t a ‘Light’ side Anxiety. You belong with us, We’re your family, not them. Stop playing this stupid game of make beleive and come home already.” He seethes out, his mask of smugness fitting back onto his face like a glove when he notices all the doubt and self-hatred that swirled through Anxiety’s troubled chocolate hues. Everything in the room starts to flicker and distort, all bending to the unraveled emotions seeping out of the short male. The shadows in the room grow taller, warping into monsters that usually laid underneath your bed. The shadows under the pale man’s eyes grow stronger, eclipsing into a strong raven black. His eyes were glowing, brimming with tears and rage.

“GET.OUT!” Virgil roars, forcing the two slimy men two dissipate into the shadows. Falling to the ground, Anxiety grips his hair harshly, uncaring when he feels a few of his hair follicles rip away from his scalp. He was gasping for air, trying his best to logic his way out of the sea of self-doubt. Attempting to block out the overwhelming voices that only seemed to grow louder.

‘They’re right, Thomas doesn’t need me.’

‘I’m a burden.’

‘All I do is hurt everyone I love.’

‘Maybe I should just go ba-’

“Kiddo?” A familiar and safe voice breaks through the wall of hurtful thoughts, bringing the brunette back down to earth. With a shaky breath, Virgil tilts his head upwards, staring into Patton’s concerned milk chocolate hues with his own teary dark brown ones. Behind Morality stood Logan, Roman, and Thomas, All three who were also showing concern for him. He looks back to the ground, shame coursing through him as a loud sob forces its way past his lips.

    Patton gets onto his knees, snaking his arms onto the crying males waist, pulling him into a reassuring hug. Virgil doesn’t hesitate in hugging the quirky man back, resting his head in his neck as he continues to cry and attempt to breath. Thomas is quick to rush over and initiate a group hug. Roman joins the hug, throwing away his front in order to comfort a dear friend of his. Logan walks over, crouching so he was on level with everyone else. Placing a comforting hand on Virgil’s shoulder, Logan starts whispering weird and useless facts, knowing that Anxiety usually like to either note the facts for later or try and start a debate with the logical side.

    They all stay like that for a while, the only noises being from Patton, who was whispering encouraging words, Logan, who was now going on a rant about flat earthers, and Virgil himself, who was slowly but surely quieting down from his intense crying session. A few more minutes go by before finally his sobs turn into gasps for air which then turn into sniffles. He doesn’t pull his head away from Patton’s neck, wanting the hug to last for a few more minutes.

“What happened Virgil?” He hears Thomas ask, tensing up from the intruding memories, Virgil simply shakes his head, letting them know that he didn’t want to talk about it right then.

“How about, we talk about it later. Instead we should go and have a Disney movie marathon with some popcorn and hot chocolate, tea for Logan of course, how does that sound?” Patton offers, getting a nod from Virgil, two excited cheers from Thomas and Roman, and a ‘That sounds tolerable.’ from Logan. Anxiety pulls away from the group hug reluctantly, taking the offered hand from Morality. The five make their way towards the living area, talking and joking like normal, still aware of the tense and somber mood but unwilling in allowing it to dampen their spirits. Virgil stays silent for the most part, only adding his two cents in here and there.

‘They don’t see me as a burden...do they?’ He thinks, stopping suddenly from the sad and doubt filling thought. Patton notices immediately and stops, tilting his head in confusion as he watches a horde of emotions flash across his dark strange son’s face.

“Virge? Everything okay buddy?” The silly dad of the group asks, catching everyone’s attention immediately as they crash to a halt and turned to stare at the dark edgy side with caring apprehension. Anxiety looks at the four men he’s grown hopelessly attached to and starts to tear up, his face twisting with distress.

‘Y-You guys aren’t just faking it right? Do you guys really care for me? I am a burden? Am I just causing you pain? Do you really love me?’ He just wanted to ask all these questions, but he didn’t want to have them get angry at him. He doesn’t want this little slice of make believe to end just yet.

“Can ...Can we watch the Black Cauldron first?” Hesitation in his voice, instantly he picks up on the undesirable emotions that everyone seemed to try and fail to hide. Patton was the first to snap out of it, a soft heart-filled smile on his face.

“Sure thing, Kiddo.” Virgil feels relief, no real reason why, he just finally relaxes. When the conversations start to lull back in, Virgil take apart of them more, jabbing at Princy playfully while also getting into friendly debates with Logan. A small harmless argument breaks out between him and Thomas over stuff that was happening in his life, which was instantly stopped by ‘The look’ only Patton could conjure up.

    This light-hearted mood goes on for hours, bringing Virgil’s spirit up as he stares at the sleeping faces of everyone he now considers family. A pair of yellow eyes appear in the corner, watching Anxiety with a smug look. The MCR loving man just stares into the snake like eyes before flipping him off, closing his eyes in defiance as he falls asleep surrounded by a family that does care for him.

He ignores the confliction that rises in his chest when he walks into his room the next day and a stuffed black cat with one emerald green button eye, lays on the middle of his bed, purple patched ears and tail standing out like a sore thumb.

(He also tries his best to not be embarrassed when everyone finds out the cat’s name is Snuggles.)

#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #remus sanders

[queenofcats17]

For you- Elf, Siren, Magic Healer?

Elf- What are you proud of?

I’m proud of my writing. People really seem to like it and it makes me happy to create.

I’m also proud of how far I’ve come. I went through a really dark period after I graduated high school, but I’m much happier now.

Siren- Favorite color?

I’ve gone through quite a few favorite colors, but my main one is purple. Black and red are secondary favorites as well. 

Magic Healer- Any pets? If so, what are they?

I have a cat named Prince Charming, but we mostly just call him Princie. My family adopted him when I was younger, so he’s getting kind of old now. I love him so much. He’s such a little sweetheart. But also kind of a spoiled brat. Such is the duality of cats

#ask meme #ask

[jennifuryz]

Dear Beverly Cleary,

I had been meaning to write to you for 41 years.  Now it is too late.

You would have been 105 today, had you survived another 18 days.  

I am not sure why I put off writing to you.  As a child I was rather forgetful and disorganized. As an adult, I suppose I was waiting to get my own books published so I could tell you how much of an influence you and your books had been on me and how, even as a child, they gave the desire to be a writer myself.  Unfortunately, I have yet to be published.  But you were still an influence on my life.  Like you, I started out as a librarian. 

Forty-five years ago I was introduced to Ramona Quimby when my mother read “Ramona and the Three Wise Persons” in the Stories for Free Children section of Ms. Magazine.  My mother told me about how she read about Ramona when she was a little girl. About a year later I met Ramona, Beezus, and Henry Huggins again in a story in my reading book. By fourth grade, I was already a huge fan of your books. I knew by then I wanted to be a writer myself.

 One of my absolute favorites was Socks.  It was hard to find good cat stories in those days.  I loved Socks so much I read the entire book out loud to my cat.  Twenty-three years later, my son was born and my own cat, Prince Beast, was put out by having a baby take over his home.  Our other cat and dog were fascinated by the baby, but Princie refused to look at him and put his ears back when I talked to the baby in the voice I used to use for my cat.  But when my son was nearly a year old, he started to notice the pets.  Our other cat now avoided the baby because he did not like being grabbed, but Princie, who enjoyed roughhousing, was delighted.  Suddenly this baby went from being a rival for attention to a source of attention.  From then on they were best friends.  Princie slept in my son’s room, joined him in playing in his play tent, and supervised him when he played with his friends.  When his baby brother arrived, Princie immediately accepted him into the family.  When my son was in third grade, he read Socks as a reading assignment and I told him about how he and Prince once had a relationship similar to that of Socks and Charles William.  

I read and loved all the Ramona books.  When I would laugh out loud, my little brother would ask me what was so funny and I would just say, “Ramona.”    I was always thrilled when a new book came out.  I was in fifth grade when Ramona and her Mother was published. When I found it on the shelf in the book store, I started reading the first chapter. I got so caught up in reading that I forgot myself until it was 5:00 and the store started turning the lights out.  A few days later I returned to the store with the five dollars I got for my birthday so I could buy the book.  I was disappointed to learn that the book cost seven dollars and I did not have enough money. But the store clerk said I could put it on layaway.  The next week I demanded that my parents give me my allowance (which they often forgot to do.) Then I raced back down to the bookstore and I bought and read my book.  

In middle school, I still loved reading your books, even though my mother pointed out that I was getting too old for them.  So I bought paperback copies of all the Henry Huggins and the Ramona books and read them out loud to my little brother. He loved them just as much as I did.

Ramona and her friends and family became real to my family. We often made references to your books.  When driving, we felt the need to point out “big, hairy men on motorcycles.”  We referred to anyone who took things literally as “a Howie.”   

When I was in eighth grade, my father lost his job.  I went back and read Ramona and her Father as bibliotherapy.  In high school, I was secretly reading children’s books behind my mother’s back.  My mother was worried. But she told me several years later, when I was devoted to my job as a school librarian, that she realized she really had not had anything to worry about. 

 I realized in high school that I wanted to write children’s books, but I also learned that few authors are able to write for a living and most authors have other jobs and write for a hobby.  So I decided to become an elementary school teacher.  At the University I took a class on children’s literature and loved it so much that I decided to get my Master’s Degree in Library Science.    I got my first school library job in 1996.  I made sure that our library had all of your books (with the exception of the young adult books) and also ordered the set of videos from the Ramona TV series.  

In 2000 I found out you had written one more Ramona book.  I drove to the nearest children’s book store and asked for a copy but was disappointed to find out they didn’t have it in yet.  They did order me a copy. As I drive home feeling disappointed at having to wait to read it, I felt a sense of deja vu.  Exactly 20 years earlier,  I had walked home from the book store feeling disappointed that I had to wait to save up money to buy Ramona and her Mother.  Now I was feeling disappointed that I had to wait longer to read Ramona’s World. 

One thing I always wanted to do as a child was travel to Portland so I could see all the places mentioned in your books.  I finally had the opportunity in 2001, just before I turned 32.  During Spring Break I visited a friend in Seattle and one day my husband and I rented a car and drove to Portland.  I found the real Klickitat Street.  It did not look the way I had pictured it when I read the books, although 37th Street did.  I took pictures of your house. We went to Grant Park and took pictures of the Beverly Cleary sculpture garden and my husband took a picture of me with Ramona.  We also drove to Yamhill so I could see the town and farm where you lived as a young child.   When I got home, I put the pictures in an album and showed it to all my students.  One boy told me I was lucky that I got to go there and see those places.  I reminded him that I had to wait a couple decades before I was able to do so.

I did everything I could to encourage my own children to be readers.   But they did not share my love of books, especially the younger one, who struggled with ADHD and Dyslexia.   He was a fan of motorized dirt bikes.  When I told him that your son did not like to read and was interested in motorcycles, he did not believe me at first.  

Sadly, I lost my beloved school library job in 2012, thanks to State budget cuts.   I really missed my job on April 12, 2016, when I would have loved to plan a big event to celebrate your hundredth birthday.  I did go to the public library to see if they had anything planned, but sadly, they did not.

I still want to write children’s books.  I have written several and have been trying for 22 years to find a publisher, but still have had no luck.  But whether I get published or not, I want to thank you for the influence you have had on my life.  Thank you for the books and characters that seemed so real to me that they became my friends.  Thank you for giving me a love for children’s literature that led to my career as a teacher and a librarian, and I am hoping to be able to rekindle that career someday soon.  

Your devoted fan always,

Jennifury Z.

April 12, 2021

[icecoldparadise]

Thankful for a Change

Moxiety, Logince

I know not everywhere celebrates Thanksgiving, but here in Murica we do. So have fluff.

No trigger warnings.

             After the adventure of Halloween, the four men retreated to their own rooms for a much needed recharge period. They still ate meals together and worked on videos with Thomas, but no one was offended when the others kept to themselves for about a week. During that time, Virgil managed to convince himself the events from Halloween (especially between him and Patton) were just the influence of the holiday’s magic and withdrew even more from the others; Logan relished the quiet monotony of scheduling events and reorganizing information; Roman redecorated his room to reflect the new friendship dynamic he and the other sides had established (he refuses to tell anyone how he got pictures of them all in costume); and Patton looked back on the recent memories fondly while excitedly anticipating the next big event. Logan and Patton united first from the break with a common goal in mind: they needed to start planning their Thanksgiving celebration, which required both memories of past successes (and failures) and new ideas for this year. Roman felt them trying to brainstorm new ideas and felt inspiration flare up inside him. The three began planning, not realizing they were unintentionally leaving out the gloomier side. He had never taken part before, and while they would love him to they didn’t expect him to take any interest.

           It came as a surprise to them when he began giving small pointers here and there. Roman managed to find a way to decorate for the underappreciated holiday, and he was in the process of decorating the common room Virgil slinked in on his way to get coffee from the kitchen. He paused, a critical gaze on the prince’s handiwork. It was alright, but there were too many turkeys and the single orange streamer he had put up was haphazardly pinned up. “You should use some yellow and brown streamers, straighten the orange one, and put some of those turkeys in the kitchen.” The anxious side critiqued, his quick low voice startling Roman. The creative side turned to gape at him for a second before stepping back to look at his current progress. “Hmmm,” he began, and Virgil thought he was going to get mad for a moment when he continued, “You know what, System of a Downer, I think you might be right.” Virgil was surprised his opinion was validated and quickly muttered something about “Needing coffee” before disappearing in the kitchen. Logan and Patton were both debating the recipes they had settled on at the kitchen table. Virgil quietly listened as he got his much-needed caffeine fix. “But Logan! It’s a holiday! We should do everything and have lots of food to choose from!” The logical side quirked an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Patton, that’s absurd. Some of these recipes clearly have ingredients none of us like. We shouldn’t use them if no one will like them.” They went back and forth like this, running in circles. Virgil peered over their shoulders and read some of the recipes.

           Logan was right. A few recipes had ingredients such as prunes, spinach, cranberries or cooked broccoli. He scrunched up his nose reading those, but had to admit the rest of the recipe sounded delicious. “Why not just omit those ingredients and either substitute them with something else, or just scrap em entirely and make a modified version of the recipe?” He piped in before he could stop himself. The two stopped midsentence and gaped at him much like Roman did. ‘Ah, shit I ruined everything they probably think I’m annoying I shouldn’t have said—’ Patton beamed up at him. “That’s an excellent idea Virge!” Logan gave a small, stiff smile as well. “Excellent compromise, Virgil. I am quite certain we can work out alternative ingredients while still maintaining the integrity of these dishes.” The anxious side flushed before ducking out to his room, clinging to his coffee mug. His brain raced at the thoughts of them all liking what he suggested, but he couldn’t keep away the thoughts that they may just be trying to be nice while secretly hating what he said. He stayed in his room the next few days.

           At last Thanksgiving arrived and the entire mindscape felt warm and cheery, the scents of maple pancakes and bacon filling each room in a tasty breakfast call. Everyone stumbled into the kitchen to see Patton in a ridiculous turkey-themed apron with “Kiss the cook” stitched on the front. He turned briefly and flashed his characteristic smile beam at the others. “Morning kiddos! Happy Thanksgiving!” They greeted him, lightly teasing him for his apron (“Seriously Patton, it even has tail feathers!” A laugh, “It’s so I can shake a tail feather!” Groans.) Logan began spouting off facts related to the holiday, some of which mortified the fatherly cook, before Roman took mercy on the heart and turned the conversation away from the history of Thanksgiving. “I declare, I think this year I am the most grateful for our epic (if not slightly disasterous) Halloween adventure! It was the best one yet!” The creative side boldly stated, causing some laughter at the memories. “Remember how cute Logan looked as a cat?!” Patton cried out, causing the normally reserved side to blush and scowl slightly. “Oh! Or how those werewolves nearly got us but Virgil saved us?” The laughter turned to a solemn agreement. Logan peered at the flustered boy who was currently stabbing his pancakes with a vengeance. “Yes. I am quite grateful we got out of that alive and in one piece. I am also thankful for Thomas’s renewed interest in academia.” Roman snorted, choking on some orange juice he had just taken a swig of. “Of COURSE you would be, AstronoNerd.” Laughter resumed, and they piled into the living room to watch the Peanuts Thanksgiving episode. When that finished up Logan pulled out a book to read out loud while Patton started on dinner, and Virgil couldn’t help but follow him inside the kitchen.

The anxious one watched as Patton started gathering ingredients, noticing a haphazard measuring system that was mildly terrifying. “P-pat? That’s not how you measure stuff.” The fatherly side peered up, his eyes warming up the way they did on Halloween. “Whatdya mean, kiddo?” Virgil fought down a slight blush and ignored the slight chill that went down his spine. “You’re not… Um, being very precise and that can affect the flavor.” Patton tilted his head, thinking about it, then smiled and offered a apron to the other. “I suppose you’re right! Why don’t you help me out, Virge?” The dark brooding man nodded and quickly got to work. Everything was measured precisely, times were kept exactly in the middle of the suggested times, and food was plated to the detail. The entire time they cracked jokes, commented about how the food looked and smelled, joked about the cream of broccoli and possible effects it could have on Princy… And Virgil felt at peace. He ignored the unnecessary, almost affectionate contact Patton would give randomly throughout the process. He hid his disappointment when the cooking was done and Patton called the others in, not wanting the time between them to be done yet. Roman and Logan came in, looking suspiciously disheveled. Patton appeared blissfully ignorant but Virgil caught the subtle shift in his eyes- an amused warmth that wasn’t quite like how he looked at the anxious side. Virgil smirked, not able to resist a snide remark. “So Princy, I see you were extra Charming while Pat and I slaved away in the kitchen.” The sheer brightness of the red on Roman’s cheeks was worth the disapproving glare from Logan and the gentle chastising he received from Patton; still, he saw the two quietly hold hands under the table later and couldn’t help but feel simultaneously happy for them and a bit jealous of them. He shoved those thoughts down as they all grabbed a plate and loaded it with food. Conversation was light and full of abnormal amount of praise for the food. “I must say, Patton, this food is absolutely out of this world! You’ve outdone yourself this year.” Roman complimented, digging into some stuffing with turkey shredded into it. Patton glanced at Virgil before grinning widely. “Actually, I can’t claim all the credit here. If it weren’t for good ol’ Virge here, I would have added too much of everything all together.” The others looked at the hiding side with a pleasantly surprised expression on their faces. “You can cook, Green Day?!” Virgil buried into his hoodie more but nodded. “I-I learned so that Th-thomas wouldn’t burn the house down or give someone food poisoning.” He muttered, red as a beet. Logan rescued the clearly distressed side. “Well, I for one am grateful you’ve ensured our food is safe for consumption. If you aren’t opposed, I think it would be beneficial for you two to cook together from here on.” Patton and Roman enthusiastically agreed before moving on to spare the poor man from the attention overload. Midbite Patton exclaimed, “You know what I’m grateful for?! I’m thankful for how close we all have gotten and how far we’ve all come!” They all toasted to that, clinking glasses of juice together.

Once dinner was done Logan and Roman volunteered to clean up the dishes since the other two cooked, allowing them to plunk down on the couch in a food coma. Patton had sat close to the anxious side, which Virgil blatantly tried to ignore as his cheeks dusted red. “You haven’t told us what you’re thankful for, Virge.” Patton said softly, forcing the darker side to look at him. He ducked his head a bit. “I’m thankful for you, Pat. You’ve helped pull me out of the darkness, more than the others could.” Patton put an arm around him gently and pulled him into a hug. “Awww shucks kiddo. That’s the nicest thing someone’s ever said to me.” Virgil relaxed into the hug, heart racing a little at the contact. He noticed the moral side was still wearing his “Kiss the Cook” apron. Gathering up his courage, Virgil peered up at Patton. “Pat? Has anyone ever actually kissed you while you were wearing this?” Patton glanced down and chuckled, a surprisingly deep rumble emitting from his chest. “No, I don’t think so. The others aren’t very touchy-feely with me besides occasional hugs.” There was a brief silence as Virgil contemplated his next action carefully. Fuck it. He quickly kissed Patton, surprising the moral side. He was about to pull away when the heart gently stopped him and gave him a soft kiss back. Virgil’s heart fluttered, and they both cuddled together on the couch for the rest of the night.

  @storytellerofuntoldlegends

@justanotherpurplebutterfly @ssides  @thelogicalloganipus @pirate-patton @thatsthat24 @tinysidestrashcaptain @sidewritings @i-love-word-association-games @fandomsandanythingelse

#logince #moxiety #sanders sides #thanksgiving #fanfiction #fluff

[moonlightxarcher]

Selene’s Log, Day Three (Part One)

Update, 7:34 am.

“Bzzzzzt, Roto Dex here!” Its voice is enthusiastic as ever, his camera angled to pick up Selene, Kukui, and Lillie as they walk along the beach. The sounds of the rushing sea and cawing Wingulls backs up the light crunch of shoes on sand as the trio takes in the early morning air. 

Selene’s lips are pursed in a thin line, but her ocean blue eyes light up at the beauty of nature, even if, she later admitted to the Dex, the hot temperatures left her feeling fatigued even faster than the blistering cold of Sinnoh she was used to. “You seem amused today,” she mutters, “We have yet to locate our target and you are already recording.”

“Well it’s not every day that ya see a Shiny Pokemon, and I wanna see it for myself!” Correct, their goal today was to not only observe the Pokemon along the beach, but try and track down an Alolan Rattata that had not a black coat, but a shimmering red one. Some locals had pointed it out to the bare-chested professor the other day, and he’d wanted to see if their luck would change with Selene there. Roto pulls up a photo of the elusive ‘mon one more time so the gang can get a good look at it

And it was then that the sky turns black. 

It was as if the beating sun had been swallowed whole, and even Roto’s glowing screen barely produced enough light to illuminate his human friends’ outlines. 

“An eclipse?” The shortest of the outlines- Lillie- pipes up, her tone edged with a combination of fright and intrigue. 

Kukui’s laugh comes from the tallest shadowy outline, “Haha! Ya just might be right, Lil.”

But just as suddenly as the eclipse happened, it passes, and the light of the beating sun returns to bath the group in its golden glow.

And despite that heat, Roto swears he caught footage of Selene shivering.

“I have seen eclipses before...” she mutters lowly, “But none have felt like... that.” Even the Dex could see it in her eyes- something about that eclipse was very, very off. 

“Well hey,” mused Kukui, seemingly sensing the tension. “Even if it was some kinda weird thing, Alolans are a lot tougher than they look! There’s this old story from way back, ya know. About Alola bein’ steeped in darkness and all that.”

Lillie piped up, her lips curling in a small grin, “Yeah! I’ve heard that one before. Everyone, people and Pokemon rallied together to blast away the darkness with their light. I think it had something to do with those Z-Crystals you’ll be collecting too, Selene!” she adds, nodding cheerily at the younger researcher. 

“I admit, it is not a story I have heard, but I very much appreciate being apart of such a custom steeped in history and myth. Reminds me a bit of Sinnoh.” She trails off a bit, and the Rotom makes a mental note to download more Sinnoh Myths to his database for later. After teasing her with those pictures of her smile last night, it might be nice to appease any residual anger with that gift. 

Kukui’s phone rings and he picks it up, muttering under his breath briefly before looking back to the girls and the Dex. “Can you gals take it from here? I’m needed elsewhere.”

“Of course, Kukui-san,” Selene nods respectfully, “Take care of your business.”

The Alola Professor chuckles. “Told ya, ya don’t need to be so formal with me. We’re colleagues, equals.” Not that it would ever get through Selene’s skull. He darts off and as he’s breaking into a run, he calls back, “Watch Lil for me! I’ll see you up at the Trainer School in a few hours!”

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“Woaaah, that eclipzze thing was weird, but that story was pretty heartwarming if ya ask me.” The Dex mechanically chuckles. “When the Prof left, Lillie and Selene spent the rest of their time talking about old storiezz. Turns out Lillie’zz read quite a few bookzz in that little loft of herzz! It’s great seeing Selene open up, ya know? I may have only met her recently, but Kukui’s shared enough of their correspondence with me to know that she’zz not usually the type to socialize with real people. I know I get a pazz for bein’ a Pokemon, but still.”

“Anyway, they actually ran into this mean lookin’ Wingull later on that was bullying other Pokemon on the beach.” He flashes images on screen, photos of the gull landing decisive blows on a number of foes before switching to a clip of it getting smacked down by Selene and Strix. “Poor girl really met her match there!” The Dex plays a victory theme reminiscent of old 8-bit video games. 

“But ya see, that Wingull actually knew how to take a loss well and realized that she had a lot to learn, not just about fightin’ but about bein’ a better Pokemon too. So she decided to join uzz!” Roto flashes another image on screen of the Wingull tapping an offered Pokeball with her wing, followed by another image with more data about the Pokemon.

Name: Henet

Gender: Female

Nature: Hardy

Characteristic: Proud of its power

“Yeah, she named her Henet, apparently it’zz the name of a legendary Pelipper from a far off region, I think it fitzz!” The Dex brightens, flashing bright smiley faces on his screen. 

“And then the gang met with Kukui at the Trainer School,” the Dex continues, playing a clip of the young ressearcher and her blonde companion meeting up with the Professor and being introduced to the principal of the school. “Kukui posed a bit of a pre-trial challenge to her, fighting studentzz in the school! If she could beat enough of them, she’d definitely be ready to take on the firzzt trial. Selene even met another partner on the way-” A clip plays of her befriending a  chill sludge monster that had been minding its own business in the grassy field near the school, munching on trash and other gross stuff. 

“Yeah, she beat a student with an Alolan Grimer and just had to find one for herzzelf!” And there’s another clip, this one of Selene royally trouncing the boy in question. The Dex then flashed up another snippet of team data.

Name: Slime

Gender: Male

Nature: Hardy

Characteristic: Highly persistent

“Seemed like this Grimer wanted to see the world too, since he was happy help Selene in her alternate form research and battle with her. I can totally appreciate that! Gosh, how much fun I used to have battling!” The Dex sighs and continues.

“Thing is, Selene... took her test a little too far. Kukui never really specified how many trainerzz she needed to fight, but he’d expected her to at least fight the best student in each grade level prezzent- one for each of the four yearzz’ worth of studentzz. But no, She fought all the studentzz.” The Dex rapidly flashes image after image of Selene taking out one kid after another, even battling and defeating a fair few teachers as well. “And that’s when the principal called her to her office...”

Roto’s camera trails a few feet behind Selene and Lillie as they walk, with the younger blonde muttering in a low voice, “Are you sure you did nothing wrong? I don’t think a principal would just call you to her office for no reason...”

“I am sure it is fine, Lillie-san. I completed Kukui’s test, no? That is probably all.” But as the duo rounds a corner, they find themselves face to face with a very irate woman, perhaps in her late 20s, with dark hair and glasses, and a Litten glaring daggers at the researcher. 

The sight alone even sparks a twinge of wide-eyed surprise in Selene.

“I have had a number of complaints about your battling style, young lady,” the principal growls, her eyes matching the Litten in fiery anger. “Battling students leagues below you in skill, ruthlessly taking out each opponent with your strongest techniques... I should put you in detention for this!” And the Litten pounces. “But that won’t be enough. I’ll defeat you where you stand!”

Selene ducks out of the way of an Ember the cat launches, her left hand darting to her belt to pluck off a Pokeball, summoning forth the Wingull she caught earlier. It looks like she was trying to take advantage of Types, and Henet unleashes a Water Gun to destroy the next Ember the Litten sends out. The cat and bird continue exchanging blows, a multitude of Embers and Water Guns missing and clashing just as often as Wing Attacks met Scratches. In time, stray flames begin to eat at the wood in the hallway, starting to burn doors and other objects hanging from the walls. For awhile there, it even looks like Selene is about to lose, with her Wingull’s Water Guns seemingly striking wildly as the blazing cat dodges out of the way. One particularly critical Scratch sends Henet hurtling into a wall-

Causing a rare burst of shock in Selene that left her gasping. Blue eyes like dark oceans tremble in their sockets as she runs to her partner, covering her with her body as she administers a Potion to heal with gull’s wounds. Had Ichne not broke out of her own Pokeball to defeat the Litten with a brutal Tackle, Selene would have taken an Ember directly to the back.

The principal returns her fainted cat and approaches Selene with a stern look... only to smile brightly and offer her a hand. “I’m deeply sorry for that,” she says, bowing respectfully. “But I had to see where your true loyalties lied. If you were so strong without a kind heart, I don’t know what I would have done about your Pokemon! But I can see now... even if are cold and ruthless in battle like the children say, you clearly love and care for your Pokemon above all else.” The principal smiles softly. “You even aimed your Wingull’s attacks to fight the fires instead of taking the chance to defeat Litten.” It would seem that was true, as the blaze set by previous stray Embers had been staunched completely.

She nods her head to the Yungoos, who was still glaring at her and guarding Selene protectively, “And if this one can feel so strongly about you that she breaks out of a Pokeball just to protect you, I know I can give you my blessing and the support of this school. Just please, keep that kind heart, no matter what.”

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“Whew, that battle left me on the edge of my seat! Metaphorically speaking. I wazz sure that Litten was gonna burn me up! That principal’zz a pretty good trainer. Did we catch her name? Ah well. Hopefully Selene takes her wordzz to heart moving forward. Kukui says he’zz got someone to introduce uzz to in Hau’oli City, so see ya there!”

“Huh... I just realized we never did find that Shiny Rattata...” Oops.

#[Selene's Log] #[Day Three] #(The shiny here is actually a reference) #(To a shiny Alolan Rattata I got in a previous playthrough) #(I think I lost her due to deleting a wrong file though)

[ghostnerddan]

Prinxiety or Polly- prince realizes that anx perks up when Patton talks about dogs (or when Thomas sees one? That might be easier to work with (also you can make it a cat if you are a cat person, I like both)) so, being the fanciful side, and the one who can create things in the mind palace easiest, makes Vergil a dog/cat on an especially bad day. Fluffy!!!! Please? *Puppy dog eyes* also morality would freak out and why hadn't he made a puppy/kitten before!?!?

I’m a cat person but I can only see them with doggos!~ and who could say no to puppy dog eyes(Isurecan’t) I hope you enjoy!

Virgil Pov

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Thomas was outside-unfortunately- Roman had convinced him to that he needed to “find adventure”. Virgil was against the idea but he was trying to be better at working with the others, so they won out this time. Thomas had gotten to the dog park and Virgil’s stomach twisted, it wasn’t really a valid reason to be nervous but for him it sure was. Virgil liked dogs, of course he did, Thomas did so he did as well, but he built such a well planned wall and mask that any outward emotion of joy made him nervous. The others would laugh at him, he just knew it, they would see how fragile he really was and shut him down making a fool out of him. So he prayed that a dog wouldn’t cross their path. 

“OH MY GOSH THOMAS LOOK!” Patton’s voice was even more bubbly than normal as excitement burst through his lips. Virgil never had much luck did he? Thomas quickly head towards the small dog eager to meet it. As Thomas talked with the owner Virgil was doing his best to look away, but Virgil may or may not have let out a small noise of affection when the dog leaped onto Thomas’ lap. He quickly scanned the others seeing if they noticed. That’s when he made eye-connect with Roman. He face had a look of shook and unbelieving written all over him, yep he saw. Virgil’s face turned red and he turned away from Princy silently screaming at himself. ‘Oh god he’s going to laugh, he’s going to take him less seriously. What if he tells the others? Oh no oh no this was a mistake, why why did I-’ Virgil’s thoughts were cut off at Logan’s monotone voice, “Thomas, I believe if you don’t head back soon you won’t be able to complete everything on your list.” Virgil couldn’t be more thankful for big projects, Virgil kept his mouth shut on the way back as he felt Roman’s eyes burn into the back of his head. 

Once everything was taken care of and Thomas headed for bed Virgil rushed to his room and quickly and unconsciously as possible. Roman hadn’t said anything when they got back but that could mean he was holding it against Virgil as blackmail. In his room, Virgil was pacing back and forth trying to guess what Roman was doing. ‘He could have thought nothing of it but the staring blew that theory. Was he taking pity? No, not Roman, Patton maybe but Princy and him fought a lot still so having more ammo against me made sense.’ It was useless, Virgil was expecting another sleepless night worrying, not that it was new but it still bothered him. He was about to head for his computer when a knock on his door made him jump. His heart began to racing, he stood still hoping whoever was there would go way. Again, Virgil wasn’t very lucky. “Virgil? I know your in there. I wish for you to come talk with me.” Virgil knew whose voice it was, he could never mistaken the full confidence of Roman’s voice. Virgil didn’t dare to even breathe, it was finally time for the blackmail, the laughter and promise to never listen to him again. “Virgil, I will stand here all night if I have to, so please open the door.” Virgil hung his head and crept to the door. When Roman made a promise like that he would do it with utmost passion and dramatic determination. Virgil cracked the door open, only allowing his face to show through.

“What do you want Princy?” He had tried to make his voice sound like his normal bitterness, but it sounded more like an animal waiting to be punished. Roman didn’t answer, just grabbed Virgil’s arm holding the door and started practically dragging him towards his room. “What? Wait! Let go!” Virgil struggled but Roman, who fights dragons, witches and dragon-witches, was stronger physically then Virgil could ever be. Virgil could hear his heartbeat in his throat, his blood ran cold as he was preparing for verbal abuse. Once inside Roman’s room he closed his eyes hoping it would hold back the fear and tears that would come after Roman rains down harsh words. When none came Virgil slowly opened his eyes to see something that amazed him. Roman’s room was an open field all prepared for Roman to start Thomas’ dream sequence and on the ground was Roman wearing a large smile surrounded by puppies. Virgil couldn’t hold back his grasp of surprise looking at Roman for an answer.

“I noticed how you were wanting to pet the dog today so I thought I could dream up some dogs for you!” Roman’s voice sounded proud and his eyes shined bright, “Do you like them?” Virgil gained control of his voice again as he sat down near the dogs. He had a small smile and trying to hold back tears said, “Yeah..I like them... I love them.” Princy’s smile grew more at Virgil and he moved closer to Virgil. He picked up a small husky handing him to Virgil who carefully placed it in his lap. Virgil smiled down at the puppy as it look back at him happily. For once Virgil felt relaxed. “I could do this every night if you want.” 

“Huh?” Virgil turned to see Roman looking away from Virgil with a blush forming over his cheeks. 

“Only if you want o-of course!” Roman quickly stuttered out as his face grew a deeper shade of red. “I just find it nice seeing you happy and smiling.” Now it was Virgil’s turn to feel the burning heat rise to his face. He was not prepared for this and any prepared responses were useless in this situation. 

So he ended up stuttering out, “Y-yeah..I would like that.” The burning heat had traveled up his ears and to his neck as he look at Roman. Roman’s previous happiness returned as he nodded his head. He moved slightly closer to Verge having their shoulders brush as he focused on playing with the dogs. Virgil was grateful for Roman not continuing the conversation, if it had continued Virgil didn’t know how long he could hold back his nervousness. Virgil didn’t do anything when Roman moved closer just gently lean into it. They sat there in silence enjoying the dogs and each others presence. At some point Virgil was completely leaning his head on Roman’s shoulder almost asleep when a loud gasp made Virgil let out a small squeak.

“ROMAN WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU COULD CREATE DOGS?!” Patton busted into the room running toward Virgil-who raised his hands is a frantic motion-and latched onto him, earning another noise out of him. Patton was too busy petting the husky to hear Roman’s laughter over the whole situation. Virgil glared at him only to join in a minute later.

Now, Logan would complain about Patton begging to keep a dog in the mindscape and cursing Roman for allowing Patton to find out he can create dogs. Overall, Virgil didn’t care, as long as he could continue having small moments with Roman was enough.

[cuteouji]

MEET THE DEVIL ARTIST

wow look at that:

The face of evil ahah

ANYWAY! Now i’m gonna answer all of your questions under the cut! 

Well if we talk about “first look” the age thing is not a problem. I mean okk, he looks older than me but his face in particular have no wrinkles or defects like that like his peers! He is so pretty aww Maybe the problem is more what i wear! As you can see my outftits are not classical so people reactions are really various!

YES!!! There is the group you see + Altair (a God) for the webcomic, and then 5 for a abo story i invented: Cielo (an angel omega), Byron (a demon alpha) and Lucis (an angel alpha but he is actually the villan), Hero (a Beta angel, Cielo's big bother) and Marley (Also beta angel, royal guard and Cielo and Hero's best friend. Ah she is a girl) and then a group of characters for another story, a reverse harem, who are Himeko (the girl), Toma (a boy with abilities, ears and tail of a fox), Haru (a ice magician), Sora (a royal knight) and Etherion (son of a god and a human) yes…. They are a lot………….. I JUST LOVE MAKE STORY AHHHH I CAN’T STOP MY FANTASY

I try more or less all sports (no joke, my parents always dream about a sportive daughter ahah) but the most important were Artistic Gymnastics and  Equestrianism! I practice them for really a lot of years!

I’m an INFP! And my boy ENTJ  We will dominate the world!

Yes! I have 3: Reginaldo (cat) Princy (cat) Tyson (dog) (Yes for  Mike Tyson but… Well he is a super coward  West Highland Terrier (white) ahahah

Male: Sasha and Axel Female: Charlotte and Regina Those will be my children names u_u

eheh They………….. They are a lot……………………. Uhhh they are too much If you care about a series just ask me ahaha like idk Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, Gravity Falls, Haikyuu!!, One Punch Man, Boku no Hero Academia, League of Legends, Steven Universe, SVTFOE ecccc eccc ecc……………….

1,55 m I’m tiny ahah

She is my prince, she is trash and she always touches my butt.

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Season 6, Episode 18 - “Young Adult”

When Jess worries that she may not be a cool enough principal, she recruits Nick and The Pepperwood Chronicles to help make her popular with the students; Schmidt hires a new assistant; Winston discovers Furguson may be two-timing him.

It was such a heartwarming sight to see all of the roomfriends in the opening scene. Their dynamic reminded me of why I fell in love with this show. They’re all just a bunch of goofballs. This time Jess and Schmidt start off the antics by arguing over who deserved the last cup of coffee. It’s unclear what time it is. Seriously, when does anything happen in this show?

Jess needs the coffee to energize her while she makes muffins for her “Lunch With Your Princi-PAL” campaign. Schmidt needs it because he’s now the Director of Marketing at Ass. Strat. and is going to hire an assistant. Though he does vow that he won’t be a screamer. “It’s not constructive, it’s rude.” Despite literally just vowing not be a screamer, he screams at Nick for encroaching on the coffee, threatening him that he’ll pour his blood on the ground and knife him. Nick retreats, explaining that he needs something for his whiskey to swim in while he writes all day. Cece argues that she needs it because she has a full day of packing. Winston enters to break up the fight, “Enough! You guys are tearing each other apart. For what? Coffee? Come on, man, you already got that energy inside of you. And that is the light of the Lord. Man, this? This ain’t nothing but the devil’s water… Nah, I’m not playing.” Then he snatches the coffee and walks away to the threat of Schmidt knifing him at the urinal.

Some time later, Jess is smiling over her basket of freshly baked muffins. Nick interrupts her moment of calm by throwing magnetic words at the fridge in an attempt to alleviate his writer’s block. He’s already folded all his shirts and masturbated six times, he’s running out of things to do. But he can’t leave his audience of stevedores, tugboat workers, and lighthouse keepers without a sequel to Pepperwood. It’s clear that he thinks his 30+ audience is made entirely up of blue-collar nautical workers on the coastline of Maine despite having sold a young girl in LA a copy for a dollar. Jess starts to give him advice, but has to rush off to work.

Cece and Winston are out in the hallway gathering moving supplies, and trying not to cry at the thought of no more mess arounds, when Furguson the Cat moseys over. As Winston chastises the little guy for not taking his cell phone with him, a strangely dressed woman named Gil appears. She thanks him for finding her cat, Sweatshirt. Winston puts it together that Furguson has two families—the dirty dog—and is shocked by his uncouth behavior.

That morning at Associated Strategies, Schmidt is ankle deep in interviews for his new assistant. We see him turn down a candidate for wearing a clip-on tie before calling in a seemingly perfect candidate named Jeremy. The young man immediately passes Schmidt’s bizarre Brett Favre scenario in which Schmidt is inexplicably dead. Schmidt relates to Jeremy’s genius in marketing and lack of sports knowledge—Favre was drunk playing football and would never knowingly wear a tuxedo, drive a tractor into a swimming pool or eat a salad, nor leave his Bronco Blue Jeans behind—and hires him on the spot.

Jess makes it to school and attempts to hand out muffins. Three girl in particular turn her down, but when they walk away, Jess overhears them discussing The Pepperwood Chronicles. On what I assume is her lunch break, she is back at the loft and begs Nick to come talk to the girls so she can bond with them. Nick claims his doesn’t have time to. He’s only on page two and page one is just a dedication to Winston. Jess just wants to connect with her students the way she did as vice-principal. “It’s like I’m living in my own damn adorable shadow,” she laments. Nick argues that her students won’t understand his book since it’s just a, “New Orleans story about a guy fighting with the alligator within.” Jess pleas with Nick one last time to come to the school and he immediately caves, he’ll do it for her.

Meanwhile Cece and Winston try to prove to Gil that Furguson is happy with him and his organic kitty litter, miniature piano, tiny, tiny treadmill, and couple’s yoga area. Gil is not impressed with his food and disses Winston’s care. Cece defends Winston and they try not to cry. They are so close, this is the scene I wanted from the last breakdown. Winston also says that he found Furguson first, but didn’t he steal him from London Tipton Daisy? He decides that they will do a Catcall, and Furguson can decide where he wants to live.

Jess gathers the three girls in the library to meet Nick. He enters the meeting with his guard up, he doesn’t think these girls understand his book. He says it’s more than romance—it’s about life, race, the sexualization of the American handgun, and Pepperwood’s ambiguous relationship with justice. But the girls quickly impress him by how they picked up on the gay dog character and starts a discussion about the scene in the fish morgue.

We have a quick check-up on what is going on at Associated Strategies. Jeremy is already hard at work anticipating Schmidt’s every need. It’s clear that his work ethic is starting to freak Schmidt out and we’re not entirely convinced he’s not a robot.

Back in the library, Nick is deep into discussion with the girls. He thinks that The Pepperwood Chronicles could be a whole series to which Jess says, “Well, I mean, it’s called The Pepperwood Chronicles, so I assumed there’d be more than one.” Nick wraps up their talk and goes to leave, telling Jess he’ll see her at home. The girls are shocked to find out that Nick and Jess are roommates and even more shocked to learn that they had dated. Nick breezes past admitting they were in love a little too fast, but I appreciate the Ness callback regardless. He leaves the girls to fawn over Jess, now dubbed “PJ” for Principal Jess. Jess is excited that they like her now, but is distressed over the sudden lack of respect and loss of control.

The next morning, Jess finds the coffee empty again. Nick had taken it to prepare because he wants to go to the school again, “I can’t wait to pitch those girls my Pepperwood prequel. It opens with a very graphic description of his birth. It’s like a dark Look Who’s Talking.” Jess tells him that he can’t because she has lost all authority. Nick thinks that because they love her, Jess has what she wanted. But Jess wanted more of a balance, she needs to put the genie back in the bottle. Schmidt interrupts the two in disgust that there is no more coffee left. But he receives a text from Jeremy that he left an iced coffee in the fridge, alarming Jess that he was there while they were sleeping.

The situation continues to escalate at Associated Strategies. Schmidt is bored since Jeremy took care off all of his work and even calls Cece to ask to be part of her mess-down with Winston. “Sir, I believe it’s called a “mess-around.”” Jeremy corrects from the doorway. Schmidt yells at him for always anticipating his every need and he can’t breathe. He advises that Jeremy go meet a girl, or a man, he can’t tell. Jeremy is very hard to read sexually.

Meanwhile, Cece and Winston look like a cute couple from the 50s as they call Furguson to come to them, not Gil. Gil moves closer in an attempt to coax Furguson to come to her, prompting Cece and Winston to come closer too. This action causes Gil to smell the crab leg Cece hid in her pocket. Winston is disappointed that Cece cheated, but Cece explains that she did it because she didn’t want Furguson to leave him too. They share a sweet hug because, “Caring is the real mess-around.” During their hug, Ferguson walks over to apartment 4D, effectively choosing Winston. Gil trots away in defeat, cat tail and all.

Back at the school, Nick is talking to a larger group of students about his book when Jess catches them. She calls them to her office, including old Nicky Miller. Jess starts by chastising Nick for having unsupervised meetings with students, wearing home slippers on school grounds, and parking in Janitor Margie’s parking spot. Then she chastises the girls for skipping the assembly for Pepperwood and they sass her. One of them calls her a bitch, leaving everyone at home completely shook. Jess breaks and yells at them, giving them the punishment they deserve for disrespecting her.

Schmidt finally calms down enough at work to apologize to Jeremy. He explains that he sees him as a younger version of himself. Jeremy takes this information and uses it to inspire Schmidt to take advantage of his new assistant and work his way to the top. Schmidt is so excited to get to work, that he’s already worked up an appetite. Thankfully Jeremy already has a bag of food ready.

On a bench outside of the school, the girls approach Jess to apologize for disrespecting her. Jess catches on that Nick put them up to it due to their incorrect usage of the word, “upmost.” She later finds Nick hard at work on his book to thank him for putting the girls up to it. She explains that she knew it was him because he’s the only person she knows that says “upmost.” It’s utmost. Nick agrees to disagree, but the good news is that his writer’s block is gone, thanks to Jess. Then he tells her that she always comes through for him to the upmost, and I swoon right out of my seat. They continue their witty banter, leaving Nick to shout, “What’s an “ut”?” as Jess leaves.  

The episode concludes in the living room with all of the roomfriends, like the beginning, and it warms my heart once again. Winston claims that Furguson is miserable to which Jess asks, “So you’re saying that this is a different emotion than what we’ve seen for the past three years?” “A father knows.” Is Winston’s simple answer. He knows that Furguson misses Gil and sends him down the hallway with note attached to his collar reading, “Let’s split cat-sody.” Cece assures Winston that Furguson will be back. Suddenly, Jeremy appears holding Furguson—to Winston’s glee—and introduces himself to the confused bunch. He even brought their individual coffee orders that he drew their caricatures on to identify who’s is who’s. They are shockingly accurate despite having never met them. My bet is that he got their pictures from Schmidt’s screensaver slideshow. Or when he was in their apartment the night before.

Originally Aired 2/28/2017

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