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aredlemon · 6 months
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A Part. Ao3
Summary:
Sure, it was only obvious that the breakup would hurt Patton. But did no one think about love itself?
Or
The others forget Roman is literally love but his bro comforts him
Notes:
First fic! Pardon me if it isn’t up to par but I wanted to get something for you out. (Also some shit happens in my real life, oh and procrastination)
Cw: oblivious/ignorant sides, slight Patton bashing, descriptions of someone looking sick, Remus comforting his bro, Roman has self deprecating thoughts.
Pairings: none!
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It had been only about a week since the breakup. Not that it mattered, the others were still furious. Rightly so. It was all his fault!
The window was open, a slight drift moving the curtains. The sun was setting, casting the room in a low, orange light. The floor was littered with tissues, an overflowing trash can not too far from them.
Roman lay on the bed staring up. His prince costume had long been discarded. His skin was pale, rosy cheeks stained with tears only accentuating that. His hair was disheveled, it looked to be less saturated than before.
“Why must you ruin everything…”
A chocked sob escaped Roman. His voice was barely above a whisper, throat aching after what must have been hours of crying. He let out a shaky breath before continuing his soliloquy.
“If only you had just…Done you *job*…”
Roman turned to his nightstand. There lay a letter. A love letter. Funny wasn’t it? How the one to call Thomas all those names was the same person who called him ‘love’. It didn’t matter anymore. Roman had failed at his sole purpose. Keeping Thomas happy.
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Remus paced around his room. Not out of anxiety or worry. Janus had prohibited him from entering the living room after he brought in a second dead body. It wasn’t his fault the first one needed a friend!
“Wonder how he’s holding up…” he thought out loud.
Remus seemed to have been the only one to notice Roman’s sudden absence. He was his brother after all, plus Roman was his favourite person to annoy! The others seemed to be too preoccupied with Patton…That bastard. ‘Oh look at me so sad! I am feelings!’ Well, Roman was passion, love for fucks’s sake! It made Remus feel weird…He didn’t like Roman…but they were still brothers.
“That’s it” and with that, Remus quickly vanished from his room.
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It was deafeningly silent. A tear made its way down Roman’s cheek. He didn’t even bother wiping it away this time, much too tired to move. He looked sick. White hairs had started appearing on his head, all colour having been drained from his eyes. There was no point in trying.
‘At least I won’t burden them anymore’, ‘It’s better like this’, ‘I deserve this’, thoughts like these were floating in Roman’s brain. His eyes slowly closed.
“I’m so fucking sorry Thomas.”
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Few moments passed before Remus rose up. Morning star in hand, ready to cause trouble.
“Oh Ro-Bro~ Are yo-“ Remus was cut short.
The sight of his brother made his stomach churn, something not many things were able to achieve. No, that wasn’t his brother. His brother was lively, loud, happy…this…
A loud thud was heard as the morning star fell from his hands. Rushing to his brother he sighed in relief when the faint heartbeat and slight coldness of Roman’s breath against his hand alerted Remus he was still alive. He withdrew and placed a hand on Roman’s shoulder, shaking him lightly.
“Ro-Bro, get up.” Remus’ worries came back, since Roman didn’t seem to wake.
“Come on now,” he growled, “get up you fucker!” He shook him more violently, worry slipping into his voice despite his efforts to remain calm.
Why was he even so worried? Roman was still alive after all, and he probably would wake up…oh for the love of fuck! Remus allowed tears to spill from his eyes, voice coming out in a sob as he begged Ro to wake up.
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Roman’s eyes slowly fluttered open. It must have been morning, perhaps early mid day? Whatever, it’s not like he really cared. His eyes took a bit to adjust to the light invading the room through the curtains. He felt light, almost as if he were floating. Was this a dream?
“Hmmmgg…Ro?” A voice startled him.
Turning his head ever so slightly he was met with Remus’ gaze staring down at him. It seemed as though he had just woken up, still rubbing his eyes. Dark circles framing them, still damp from tears cheeks accompanying them. He looked so…exhausted? Roman had never seen Remus like that, let alone crying. Roman looked at him, trying to ask what was wrong but his voice betrayed him. What came out was a slight whine, barely audible.
“Oh you fucker.” Remus dipped down and hugged him.
Resting his head in the space besides Roman’s head he wrapped his hands around the prince. He felt so relieved. Roman was ok. He quickly pulled back after a groan from his twin’s lips reminded him that he was crushing him. Sitting besides him, he helped Roman sit up on the bed, making sure not to move him too quickly.
Roman felt dizzy, as if his brain was melting in his head.
“What ‘re you doin’ here…?” He slurred out.
Remus stammered, bewildered. Was he really being serious? “You’re kidding right? Roman, you haven’t come out of your room in a week, I come in and find you barely alive, and you ask me why I am here!?”
He didn’t intend on sounding angry, let alone upset, but it happened to come out that way. But was he at fault? Roman was acting like such an idiot.
Roman jolted back a bit. He looked scared. Upset. Worst of all he looked sorry. Ready to break and start apologising, saying sorry for making Remus worry, sorry for being a burden, sorry for being a failure.
Tears spilled from his eyes. They had gained back some of their colour, same with his skin and hair, but he still looked sickly. He tried to speak, but all he could muster up was a faint “s-sorry”.
No, Remus must have misheard right? He all but lunged forward and embraced Roman.
“No. Stop. Just…it’s ok, I’m here” he said as Roman started to sob into his shoulder.
“Sorry for *hic* making you…w-worry” Roman’s words came out barely audible.
“Don’t be. You did nothing wrong, hear me? Nothing.”
Remus patted his twin’s back, humming softly to soothe him. Oh dear….He didn’t like seeing his brother like this. He missed the brave, annoying, over the top Roman. As he made a mental note to give the others a piece of his mind Roman spoke up, finally having calmed down a bit.
“You’re…not mad?”
‘Might as well have driven a dagger straight through my heart’ Remus thought. “No I’m not. Just…I’m sorry, I should have noticed sooner.”
Before Roman could protest Remus continued.
“Just, listen, you’re not a failure, a screw up, whatever. Thomas will find someone new. Shit happens ok? Just cause it’s a part of your job to be love doesn’t mean anything. That’s only a part of you. A part of the amazing Roman.” Remus chuckled. “The, very sadly, lesser of the twins~”
Roman chuckled and pushed Remus off of him.
“Fucker” he said while smiling. ‘Well, what did I expect?’ Roman thought. Remus was his brother after all, and as much as he wanted he couldn’t stay mad.
Plus, the teasing was a part of him, right?
Notes:
Hope you enjoyed! Again this is my first one so sorry for the bad writing. Also for the fact that it’s short, wanted to get it out this week.
-ARedLemon :)
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crows-ace · 3 months
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Ok but - imagine if the sides/a side find out about Roman and Remus being together and gaslight the fuck out of Roman by being like “how vain are you to pick your crooked mirror” and just insult him for being “egotistical” and “sick in the head” etc
And of course they drag Remus through the mud, or try to - but his comebacks are worse - he’s just mad it’s making Roman upset and causing him to pull back from him
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Au where Remus is five and Roman is eighteen and they lost their parents recently so Roman's had to start taking care of Remus all by himself. It's really hard, they had to sell their childhood home since they couldn't afford it anymore and now the money is being all put towards an apartment/rainy funds while Roman has to quit drama club to make time for a part time job he hates. As if all that wasn't bad enough their shitty uncle Patton is trying to insert himself into their lives with the sole goal to take Remus away. Patton actually has alot of money but instead of just letting them move in he insists that he should have custody of Remus and that Roman could never providd for him the safe, healthy, financially stable, god fearing home he deserves. At one point hee even tries to bribe Roman by offering to pay for his college tuition but Roman doesn't believe Patton actually cares about Remus.
When their parents were alive they didn't even like Patton, they tried to keep the kids away from him as often as possible. Remus certainly doesn't wanna go, he thinks Patton smells weird and talks funny, when Patton comes by to visit Remus hides behind Roman the whole time. Patton will even buy him super expensive toys and games but Remus still clings to Roman. Patton doesn't really have any big grand scheme or anything, he's just a very toxic manipulative person who think he automatically knows what's best. What's so sad though is even though Roman knows deep down that Remus would hate it and Patton isn't a great person, a little voice in the back of his head still thinks maybe Patton is right.
He's working multiple dead end jobs just to make ends meet on crappy apartment and often has to skip valuable time he could be studying or working to attend parent teacher meetings for Remus. He can't even take Remus to the park with out strangers offering unsolicited parenting advice (they live in kind of a small town so unfortunately EVERYONE knows about the kids who's parents died) or pitying him. If only he could give Remus all his attention or at least have some one to help, he can't even afford a sitter most of the time. :(
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kaptain-kosmos-hq · 1 year
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Me: I want some Unsympathetic!Patton
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Me: ... I said Patton, just Patton
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Me: I want P A T T O N
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anonymous-gremlin · 2 years
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Remy has the power to put people to sleep and later wake them up.
When he can't sleep due to his insommia, he would use his powers on himself, forcing himself to sleep, knowing that his alarm will wake him up in the morning.
He can wake the others up but to wake himself up, he needs his alarm clock that's on his watch.
Now what if one day, his watch is gone one night?
Remy doesn't wake up. And the others have no idea how to wake him.
Who took the watch? And why did they do it?
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lord-squiggletits · 4 months
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One of my favorite parts of phase 2 (and indeed one of the few moments I resonated with IDW Prowl) was when the neutrals were coming back to Cybertron and Prowl said that he refused to let Autobots be pushed aside and overruled after they were the ones who fought for freedom for 4 million years (the exact wording escapes me atm).
And I mean, that resentment still holds true even once the colonists come on bc like. As much as it's true that Cybertron's culture is fucked up, and as funny as it can be to paint Cybertronians as a bunch of weirdos who consider trying to kill someone as a common greeting not important enough to hold a grudge over.... The colonists POV kind of pissed me off a lot of times, as did the narrative tone/implications that Cybertronians are forever warlike and doomed to die by their own hands bc it just strikes me as an extremely judgemental and unsympathetic way to deal with a huge group of people with massive war PTSD and political/social tensions that were rampant even before the war?
Like, imagine living in a society rife with bigotry and discrimination where you get locked into certain occupations and social strata based on how you were born. The political tension is so bad there's a string of assassinations of politicians and leaders. The whole planet erupts into an outright war that leads (even unintentionally) to famine and chemical/biological warfare that destroys your planet. Both sides of the war are so entrenched in their pre-war sides and resentment for each other that this war lasts 4 million years and you don't even have a home planet any more. Then your home planet gets restored and a bunch of sheltered fucks come home and go "ewww why are you so violent?? You're a bunch of freaks just go live in the wilderness so that our home can belong to The Pure People Who Weren't Stupid And Evil Enough To Be Trapped In War" and then a bunch of colonists from places that know nothing about your history go "lol you people are so weird?? 🤣🤣 I don't get why y'all are fighting can't you just like, stop??? Oh okay you people are just fucked up and evil and stupid then" ((their planets are based on colonialism where their Primes wiped out the native populations btw whereas the Autobots and OP in particular fought to save organics. But that never gets brought up as a point in their favor)) as if the damage of a lifetime of war and a society that was broken even before the war can just magically go away now that the war is over.
Prowl fucking sucks but he was basically the only person that pointed out the injustice of that.
And then from then on out most of the characters from other colonies like Caminus and wherever else are going "i fucking hate you and your conflicts" w/ people like literal-nobody Slide and various Camiens getting to just sit there lecturing Optimus about how Cybertronians are too violent for their own good and how their conflicts are stupid, with only brief sympathetic moments where the Cybertronians get to be recognized as their own ppl who deserve sympathy before going right back to being lambasted.
Like I literally struggled to enjoy the story at multiple points because there was only so much I could take of the characters I knew and loved being raked over coals constantly while barely getting to defend themselves or be defended by the narrative so like. It was just fucking depressing and a little infuriating to read exRID/OP
#squiggposting#and like dont get me wrong barber wasnt trying to make cybertronians the bad guys or whatever#it's just a problem with his writing where like. he has A Message he wants to send#and so he uses the entire story literally just for The Message even if it involves bullshit plotlines#or familiar characters ppl were reading about for the past decade being shit on by OCs made up to fill a new roster#like barber's writing tends to lean way too much on a sort of lecturing tone#without giving proper care towards including moments where characters get to like. fucking express themselves and share their side#sort of like how barber couldnt be bothered to write pyra magna and optimus actually talking to each other during exrid#and instead during OP ongoing pyra is suddenly screaming about how OP is unteachable#even tho she never even tried to teach him bc she and OP never interacted bc i guess barber couldnt be bothered#he just needed someone to lecture OP so fuck making the story make sense or like letting OP get to say anything in defense#this is the infuriating part of barber's writing bc i think he has incredible IDEAS and was in charge of the lore i was most interested in#but most of the time his execution sucks and he's basically just mid with a few brilliant moments occasionally#or like he has a message about the cycle of violence he wants to convey#but his narrative choices trying to convey that theme made his story come off as super unsympathetic to the ppl who suffered#to the point where barber actively kneecapped some scenes that couldve been super fucking intense and emotional#in favor of the characters lecturing each other or some stupid plot to criticize OP#that time in unicron where windblade screamed about how this is their fault and then arcee replied that her planet is build on coloniation#shouldve happened more often than literally the last series of the ocntinuity. like goddamn stfu about your moral superiority#when your own sins are right fhere lol
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parentsbesluts · 2 months
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honestly sad that janus and remus are canonically best buds who play ddr or whatever because can you imagine how much more interesting and tragic it would be if jan didnt really care about rem. if he just knew he needed allies after being cast off by patton. if his worldview was so fucked up that he cant let remus or anyone else in. if he internalizes the "every man for himself" mentality so badly that he genuinely cant care for the people around him. and remus, after literally getting abandoned by everyone he thought loved him, including himself, clings onto janus because hes the only one remus has left. and janus doesnt even care. if anything, remus is like some kind of dog to him. wouldnt that disgust you? wouldnt that fucking piss you off? and yet. he doesn't have a choice. he has literally no one else. hes had to act out and put on masks and become the monster everyone else fears. he has no choice. he's never had a choice.
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To everyone who was complaining about Bad Brother Mario back when the Bowuigi tag was blowing up,
WHERE IN THE FUCK WERE Y'ALL READING THESE FANFICTIONS??? I HAVE FOUND LIKE TEN TOTAL THAT HAVE BAD BROTHER MARIO -MAX ON AO3 AND WATTPAD. AND HALF OF THE DAMN TIME HE'S UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF ANOTHER CHARACTER!
If there's enough of that shit for ya'll to complain about then would care to share with the rest of class please??? Some of us are Angst goblins you know?
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loganslowdown4 · 1 year
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Janus: Now that we’ve captured you, we’re going to call your boyfriend, Roman.
Virgil: Please don’t!
Janus: Begging will get you nothing!
Virgil: You don’t understand. He’s going to cause a massive scene. I’m trying to save both of us the trouble here.
Remus: CALL HIM ANYWAYS
Janus: On it
*phone rings*
Roman: Y’ello?
Janus: We’ve captured your boyfriend, if you dont pay up we'll do terrible things!
Janus:
Janus: Hello?
*door slams open*
Roman: SO THIS IS WHY YOU DIDNT COME CLOTHES SHOPPING? YOU GOT KIDNAPPED? THIS IS NO EXCUSE, I NEED YOUR OPINION ON SHOES VIRGIL—
Virgil: Sigh
Janus: Wow.
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stifledcreativity · 8 months
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OKAY SO MY FRIEND AND I WERE HAVING A CONVERSATION-
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@mx-chievious
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riverkingmarley · 6 months
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Emma is so compelling to me, especially now that I’ve read her interlude.
She was just a little kid who was a little spoiled, selfish and cowardly and the right set of circumstances came together to make her ruin her life on purpose.
She intentionally becomes what she sees as a bad person because she is desperate to avoid pain and the emotions that swirl in her own head. She is essentially a foil to Taylor in how none of what she does to herself would have been possible without the systems in place enabling her. The system enable her to become a bully the same way Taylor becomes a villain in opposition to it.
Reading her interlude I wanted nothing more for her to recover and come out healed. Finding a way to fix the damage she is doing to herself but I’ve seen enough spoilers to know that it doesn’t happen.
She drives her life into the ground and she is pretty miserable about it the whole way through. Everything might been different if someone had stepped in and stoped her from hurting herself and Taylor. The system fails one more time to protect people.
I was gonna put a whole personal anecdote here but instead I’ll just say that I’m so deeply sad that we don’t set up our world to protect and help people who need it. We have the resources to protect people but we don’t use them. It’s so deeply tragic.
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izaacs-notdeadyet · 1 year
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Okay guys, hear me out.
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Villain Logan
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Cinderella au Roman + art improvement
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Baron Roman Contessa Alexander Lancelot Tremaine from my cinderella au, also art improvement! Roman is quite an abusive evil bastard in this au but he's also gone through quite alot that's pushed him to this point.
He was once a young man with the world at his feet, a ring on his finger, and a paybill in hand but that didn't last.
Suddenly the love of his life died, and as if that wasn't bad enough, he was involved in a terrible sand bag accident that broke his hip so badly by the time it healed he couldn't walk properly and needed a cane to get around.
He couldn't properly dance anymore and his career was effectively over, now and his two sons were left with no income at all and their lavish life styles were at stake. They were simply not accustomed to a budget and roman needed to get remarried quickly. Then he found a new husband, wealthy as can be and with a child of his own to take care of.
Sadly, this new partner would also die tragically and roman was left all alone once again, only this time with am extra little mouth to feed once again.
Enconomies had to be taken and the house hold staff was soon all fired, Roman wasn't willing to cook and clean for himself though and his children certainly couldn't when theh had never been taught to.
So they turned to the most expendable member of their little family to be their little maid.
Years of greif brought on by burying two husbands, having his dreams crushed, and losing all his money had left roman a cold hearted, broken, narcissist.
Now he was determined to make his kids marry into wealth early and he wouldn't accept anything less than perfection from them.
He simply just did not have room in his heart for anyone anymore, not even his kids, and so Roman lived unhappily ever after...
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halfhissandwich · 2 months
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Lemony Cricket and Jiminy Snicket, that one was just hurtful… /ref
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Comfort At It’s Finest
Prompt: Virgil has a special blanket that sits carefully folded in the closet and only comes out after really bad days, when he needs it the most. It’s the blanket for huddling up and hiding under the bed, it’s the blanket for taking an almost-involuntary nap after the third panic attack of the day, it’s the blanket for pretending the world is less than sixty-four cubic feet in its entirety and has borders of fabric. It’s the blanket for retreating from a dumpster fire to cry himself to sleep.
It’s a blanket he got from Thomas, before he was accepted.
(Credit to @sleepyvirgilprompts for this idea which you can find here<3)
Ship: none? Unless you count this as platonic Thomxiety but I’m not sure, I don’t really see it that way.
CW/TW: panic attacks, swearing, unsympathetic Roman, unsympathetic Janus, sympathetic Logan.
Summary: Virgil locks himself in his room after the sides start fighting again, something about how almost all of them were holding Thomas back? He didn’t know, he didn’t care, he just wanted to feel okay again.
(Halloween has brought up some…odd and negative feelings, to put it lightly, so this is my way of dealing with that<3)
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Virgil couldn’t take it anymore; The shouting, the insults. He slumped against his door and covered his ears, breathing as if he had just run a marathon, trying desperately to remember the breathing techniques Logan had taught him. What was it? In for four out for…five? Fuck. He couldn’t remember, nothing he was thinking made sense, nothing in general, made sense. Everything was so loud and he couldn’t stop trembling no matter how hard he tried. He held his legs down with his palms and they seemed to stop shaking until he let go, all the built up energy making his attack worse than before. It was no use.
This was the third time they’d fought this week.
It was Thursday.
His hands didn’t muffle all the sound, however; he heard every single thing the others were saying in the commons; it was as if a megaphone had been held up to his door.
“well maybe if you weren’t such an asshole I would have t-“ Roman was cut off by..Janus?
“I’m the asshole?! I’m not the one who’s so deeply insecure that they have to project their shit onto others” he screamed.
The house fell deadly silent apart from Virgil’s heavy breathing. He could hear his heart in his ears. He wanted to go home, he was home, but this didn’t feel like what you would call a home.
“Fuck you, Janus. There’s a reason Thomas didn’t accept you for years.” Roman finally said, from the sound of it, through gritted teeth.
He heard someone stomp a few feet near his room, open a door, and slam it. Virgil froze, the sudden noise sending shock waves through his body.
he wanted everything to stop; the loudness, the insults, the fights, the slamming of doors, the stomping, the yelling, the anxiety, he wanted to be held and told he was safe, he wanted to go home, he wanted-
His tearful eyes drifted over to his closet to see a weighted blanket neatly folded and shoved into the back where no one but him could find it.
His blanket.
He pushed himself up off of the ground, a hand against the wall so he wouldn’t fall due to tremors in his legs. He reached up and grabbed it, letting it fall onto him, nearly causing him to fall to the floor.
The blanket was soft; light, but heavy enough to weigh on you a little. It was checkered black and white with little ghosts on every other patch. He eased up just the smallest bit at the sight of it. Thomas had given him this after the ‘My NEGATIVE Thinking’ video.
He quickly fell on to his bed, holding the blanket to his chest. it smelled of cinnamon and honey. Virgil had forgotten how in the worst of moments, if he pulled out his blanket, it would immediately default to any scent of his choice; subconsciously, he had chosen cinnamon. It reminded him of better times, happier times. How he and Patton had baked cinnamon rolls a few months after he was accepted, the smell of sugary sweetness wafting through the air.
The slight hint of honey reminded him of his first panic attack in front of the light sides, how he had curled into himself on the couch, silent tears escaping his eyes, face hot and red, unable to breathe, to speak, to move. Logan had helped him through it.
“Breathe in for four seconds,” he had said, inhaling, crouched down in front of him. “Hold it for seven seconds” he paused and waited for Virgil to follow his lead, and once he did he continued, “out for eight seconds.” He exhaled.
Virgil was so embarrassed that Logan had seen him like that that he proceeded to apologize profusely. “God, that was— I’m so, so sorry, I don’t know what that was, well I do, I think? It’s never been that bad I just—“
“That was what is known as a severe panic attack, Virgil. I take it you’ve never had one to that extent before?” His eyes were kind, caring, behind his glasses.
Virgil just shook his head, he didn’t know what to say, he felt that if he tried to talk the only words he would be able to say would be “I’m sorry” over and over again.
“I see. Say, do you like honey? Maybe lemon?” He had asked
Virgil nodded, and before he could stop him, Logan had begun making Honey and Lemon tea. Something about how “it’s very calming and quite good as well” he had said.
Virgil hadn’t noticed his eyes drift closed but he didn’t feel the need to force them back open. The sharpness of the house felt dimmer, quieter; as if they were sizzling into a low hum, something waiting to pounce again. He was too fatigued to worry about it, even though something in his gut told him to stay alert, something was bound to happen again, he didn’t listen, just readjusted positions under the warmth of the blanket.
He needed to say thank you to Thomas later.
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pencilpat · 4 months
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So charming you wouldn't suspect a thing! Until you find yourself charmed into a person you are not.
IT'S FINALLY DONE! This is my first PMV, and it was both frustrating and incredibly fun. Enjoy a touch of Honorable Justice Roman angst, folks.
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