One of my favorite things of DWIT it’s how much recognition Logan has, I mean, we all know how cool he is but in this episode even Thomas said out loud “You are really cool” and our hearts just melted.
How ever, I was re-watching the episode and in this part, I always thought the 👏👏👏 was just to make the joke or because they can, but I just thought something else.
What if he was just excited? You may ask “Why?” Well, because for the first time have sense that he use the figuratively/figurative.
For example, in LNTAO
Logan: We’re trapped in a figurative sisyphean nightmare.
Roman: You don’t have to say “figurative”, Logan. We know that we’re not literally trapped in a nightmare.
Logan: Logic was already figuratively throw out of the window.
Roman: Again, you don’t have to say figuratively. We KNOW that you won’t, literally, throw out the window.
Roman always tells him how unnecessary it’s that he said that, and even says that it’s stupid. And it’s PRETTY clear how Logan hates that:
So, yeah, maybe it’s something very little or probably I’m over thinking but have sense.
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this is now my favourite hc peak hc im losing it
And then somehow Virgil lowkey kinda gets dragged into it, cuz he kinda shifts from one side to the other.
With the dark sides
Virgil: Hey, Remus? What’s the dragon witch like?
Remus: Oh! They’re a really big, scary, dragon in the imagination and she tries to steal your shoes to make puppet shows with them
Virgil: *Is Scared*
And then he’s told that Remus was lying by Deceit and he believes him for a bit but then he goes to the light sides and
Virgil: Why aren’t you wearing shoes, Roman?
Roman: Oh, the Dragon Witch just got to me. They stole them for another one of their puppet shows
Remus, just around with Deceit and Virgil: - and then there’s a Dragon Witch!
Remus, next chance he gets: *writing in a notebook* Dark sides do NOT know who the dragon witch is. Warn them carefully.
how funny would it be if, for some reason, Roman and Remus only had each other for a little after the split - they didn’t know how they fit in with the other Sides so they just avoided them for a while - and when they finally fell into their respective groups (light vs dark) they had kind of adopted each other’s mannerisms and sayings and whatnot??
Roman at breakfast one morning, about strawberry jelly: haha, strawberry blood
Logan and Patton: …….?
Roman: that was a joke! funny joke! ahaha pranked ya, lol- [scribbling in notebook under table] light sides do not take as kindly to fruit violence as Remus does
HEEEEEREEES THE WHOLE GANG!!!!!
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This is so beautiful and pure!!!
I hope you don’t mind if I just throw this in here–
Remus: [in the middle of a ten minute rant making fun of Roman with the Donald Duck voice]
Roman, laughing so hard he’s on the floor:
pure creativitwins content: Roman and Remus hanging out in each other’s rooms really late and they’re at that point where their jokes are just them making fun of each other in stupid voices but everything they say sends them into hysterical laughter anyway
Okay so I’ve got a question. Is the shorts character that wears Virgil’s old outfit who fights the prince different from the shorts character who wears Virgil’s old outfit and is the embodiment of anxiety? Or are they the same? One doesn’t have a label. Also, if they are the same, I was under the impression that the prince character was like, meant to be an actual prince or at the very least not imaginary like the embodiment of anxiety. How are they interacting? Are the both imaginary? Both physical? Why are they having pizza rolls. I need answers
I’d say they’re different, yes. One is simply a physical representation of anxiety wheras the other is a sort of villain character to the Prince. Let’s say they both operate in different worlds so to say - Anxiety only within Thomas’ mind, and the villain character in the Prince’s world.
As for the story of the Villain and Prince character I heacanon that it pretty much follows what we’ve seen so far of their interactions! (It’s wonderful because it also checks out chronologically.)
The first time we saw him and the Prince interact was in a Vine posted on January 12, 2017.
So I’d assume that this is also the first time they’re meeting, where the Prince is on a quest to save a princess and finds this villain who cursed her to fall into a deep slumber. The Prince character being apparently exhausted asks him to also make him fall asleep next, catching the villain off guard. And going by the title being “Happily Ever After! 💫” I’m guessing he actually did help the Prince out here, giving him the rest he so desired. After that they must have become friends because the next time we’re seeing them together is this video from May 19, 2017.
At first it appears similar to the first video, the Prince seemingly being on a mission to rescue someone and the villain character being reluctant to free them, when suddenly it’s revealed that this was about a stuffed animal, Mrs. Fluffybottom, the Prince lent to the Villain so he could play with her. Which he probably did not for the first time either. And now with the latest video from January 16, it seems that friendship is still going strong, as we see the Villain share some snacks with the Prince, obviously caring about this impatient royal dork. :’)
So, they are different for Virgil and Roman… bUT I STILL SHIP THEM!!
art imitates life, life imitates art
gluttony vs lust
The face of a man that knew exactly what he was doing.
I was distracted by this
My eyes immediately went to that 👀
This is why tumblr isn’t dead
Reblog if you agree
*aggressively body slams the reblog button*
I hit the reblog button so fast you don’t even know wjshshhsbsjhdnd
Logan, you are a cool guy 😎
He is PRECIOUS.
thANK YOU FOR ADDING ON I LOVE HIM
I FOUND ANOTHER ONE
I would die for him and it’s not a joke
(Mine it’s the first one)
Happy bark-day to Patton!
Pillow fort and Roman telling stories to the others
He’s just walking away and suddenly Patton declares him a Gryffindor and you can just hear his mind going goddamit, i’m not even out of the room and all logic has left the conversation, time to nyoom back in
look at this. look at him.
he’s like. alright. we’re not doing this im gonna leave. not laughing.
and then PATTON says gryffindor in relation to logan ONCE and he
LISTEN so would i
Listen I would die for him
god i love this clip bc you can SEE logan going “christ cant let myself laugh it’s not gonna happen” and then two seconds later patton says gryffindor and he stops. DEAD in his tracks.
you can HEAR his foot hitting the ground
He just come back SO ANGRY I love my nerd boi so much
Painful Changes- Sanders Sides fic
The unofficial title for this fic was “Growing Wings Fucking Sucks” xD
Heres a fic inspired by some doodles I did last night, it’s unbeta’d and kinda rushed, so if its a little vauge in someplaces i apologize. I hope ya’ll like it!
Warnings: mentions of wounds, blood, and pain, cursing, possibly v graphic descriptions but i tried not to go into too much detail. Let me know if i need to add more tags!
Being accepted and becoming a ‘light side’ was a.. Process, to say in the least. The fact was that 'dark’ sides had creature-like features, and 'Light’ sides had angel wings and near-flawless skin. Something said Roman’s and Patton’s influences over the years were the cause for such a specific set of features, but it was as normal in the mind palace at this point as finding Virgil on places that he shouldn’t be sitting on. Virgil didn’t question them, and they soon stopped questioning Virgil.
Virgil’s features had seemed to fit himself quite well, an extra few sets of spider eyes and legs, and fangs that matched his personality. They were conjurable of course, so that he didn’t freak Patton out every time the father figment saw him, a wave of the hand and Virgil looked almost normal. Aside from the purple eyes.
Still, Accepting Anxiety had come and went, and the process had begun to show some results that, well. Perhaps they weren’t so surprising, but to Virgil? Such changes were certainly not welcome.
Such as waking up one morning to find nearly all of his creature attributes unconjurable, unshifting, gone. No more extra eyes or limbs, duller fangs and no venom within. Just purple eyes and his eyeshadow, and nothing else.
Well, in all his sulking from the loss, he hadn’t quite made the jump on why exactly it happened. Not, at least, until the aches started.
It took two full months before the aches began to set in. Dull and more of a nuisance than an actual problem, he tried to ignore it in favor of keeping his attention on protecting the others and Thomas. Virgil knew just as well that he had horrid posture, and figured that his shift and loss of extra limbs and extra sulking had just irritated the area. So, Virgil didn’t bring it up.
It wasn’t until the overall aches began to shrink and center into certain lines on his shoulders down to his mid to lower back, that he began to be suspicious. Still, he tried to ignore it in favor of doing what he did best, being anxious about everything but himself.
Then the aches started getting to be tedious, daily occurrences. In the morning he’d wake up to the worst of it, and try to stretch it out to go back to sleep because the aches had woken him up. By mid day they’d have dulled into something more manageable, but touching his back began to be a bit of a no-go. He still suffered through Patton’s hugs, he couldn’t refuse his dad that even if doing so meant sharp pain spiking up his back, because Patton meant well and showed his love through bear hugs. Some pesky pain wasn’t going to get in the way of that. Still, his face sometimes betrayed him in expressing the spasm of pain he felt each time, and both Logan and Roman sometimes saw. Roman often gave him a worried look, and Logan gave a questioning one, both of which he dismissed.
Sleeping was already rough from the get-go, but now more-so than ever did it fucking suck. It became uncomfortable to even lay on his back, and sometimes even his side. The first time he flopped down the wrong way on his bed out of instinct, he shot right back up from the spasm of pain that it elicited. So, sleeping and laying on his stomach began to be the way to go. He’d stay out of the groups movienight cuddle sessions like he used to, not because he wanted to, but because it really began to hurt to just let anything even just brush his back.
Stretching hurt, breathing hurt, moving hurt, sleeping hurt, even simply being hurt! Virgil was sick and tired of it at this point. It was freaking him the hell out, it’d been a month since the aches had transformed into pain, and the others were well past suspicious. Logan had often taken him aside to gently prod about his sudden change in behavior. Worried that his friend was hurting. Virgil was hurting, but it wasn’t like he could very well tell Logan that. He assured Logan that the loss of his creature attributes had just been a literal sore spot for a while, and he was having to distance a bit to let it heal without it being aggravated. Logan still seemed suspicious, but accepted the explanation none-the-less and gave Virgil a comforting brush of his wing. Roman was less upfront about his suspicion, though it was still obvious. However, he was careful and respected Virgil’s space, being careful to avoid the sore areas when he touched the other. Patton caught on pretty quickly, opting to give Virgil wing hugs instead of arm hugs as they were gentle and soft. He even helped Virgil try to find ways to dial back the soreness, one of the best things having involved heat.
The healing pad Roman conjured had been a blessing to his poor back. Hot showers and baths also soothed the pain, and it was finally looking up for Virgil.
And then, it wasn’t.
When it happened, he’d been doing what had helped his pain best, taking a hot bath after a shower. His back carefully submerged underneath him to relax his muscles. Today the pain had seemingly been at its worst, eliciting spasms of pain at every too sudden movement. His skin hurt, his shoulders twitched, his spine ached. So he opted for a shower, and then a long soak in a hot bath. Everything had been fine, the pain had died down and he’d been as relaxed as one could be in such a state. He was almost dozing off from relief when it happened. Something shifted in his back that was not of his own accord.
Then? The worst spasms of pain of his life, so sudden and so numbing that Virgil could barely make a sound, let alone sit up. Wave after wave hit him like a freight train, and his shoulders and back tensed and spasmed and jolted, pain seemingly tearing down his shoulders and ending at his lower back. Minutes pass as finally, finally, the spasming stops, and Virgil gasps deeply for air. He thanks his lucky stars that his head stayed above water, and that whatever it was, it was finally over.
And then he sees it. Whisps of red floating up from the water, from underneath him, and his heart leaps into his throat.
He can barely manage to breath as he raises his shaking hand and summons whoever will listen to his emergency call.
Logan sinks up first, book in hand, feathers ruffled and looking slightly annoyed before he really sees Virgil. Wide-eye panicked paper pale Virgil, unmoving aside from the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Then he sees the red in the water, and kicks into action, immediately moving to very gently pull Virgil up and out of the water while tucking his large wings back and out of the way. Virgil pushes on despite the pain and stinging it elicits.
When all is said and done, and Virgil is dry and at least wearing pajama pants, Logan can finally assess the damage.
Two long slits carve their way down Virgil’s back, starting high on his shoulders and curing to almost meet at his lower back on either side of his spine.
All at once, Logan understands.
Wings. Virgil is growing wings.
Just under the slits, he can see the new muscles moving, and cringes at Virgil’s soft cry. Knowing what must be done, he quietly summons Patton and Roman. Their discontent of the rough summoning dies on the spot when they find Virgil nearly sobbing with pain as Logan looks on pityingly.
The two are quickly briefed on the situation, and take positions holding Virgil’s hands.
“His wings are half formed, and have been stuck underneath the skin, and that is why the skin finally burst from the pressure. If we are not quick, more damage will come as they try to fight their way out. So I will have to carefully manually guide them out instead.” Both winged sides cringed at that.
The process was agony, but necessary. And true to his word, the logical side was as careful as he could be, but Virgil still gripped Pat and Ro’s hands tight till Logan was done freeing both small featherless wings. Carefully, both wings and Virgil’s back were cleaned and disinfected.
To help consol the anxious side, Roman conjured a loose open backed shirt with long thick sleeves.
It would still be a while before the skin fully healed and the sleek grey itchy downy feathers would begin to grow in, once Virgil’s wings finished fully growing, but for now Virgil simply slumped grumpily into Patton’s arms as the sides relocated him to the mind palace living room.
Somehow he ended up with his head on Patton’s chest as they laid down on the couch, Logan and Roman sitting on the floor against the couch to keep close company as they turned a quiet movie on.
All in all, a better outcome than he was expecting for the end of the day. And virgil wasnt going to complain about that. Well.. Maybe a little, if it meant he could get a few chuckles out of the others.
“That fuckin sucked.” He mumbled grumpily, and even Patton snickered lovingly with the others despite quietly calling out Virgil’s language.
Sure, his back still hurt, and would for a while, but he could feel it now, this new pain was temporary.
This was amazing!!!
I cant draw anythin rn bc im going out so i gotta get ready :[
But!!!! Heres a headcanon that i have;
Remus can actually tell stories just like Roman does, but the difference between them (besides the inevitable gross comments from Remus’ part)
Remus’ stories are interactive.
At one point he puts the main character in a scenario and gives you options on what the protagonist should do next, and keeps narrating the story according to the option that was chosen.
His stories never have a happy ending, unlike Roman’s. But theyre rather satisfactory. The kind of that makes you go “This isnt how I expected things to go but im actually fine with that”
Virgil absolutely loves his stories because they have this dark, mysterious vibe into them, and he really enjoys the fact that the protagonist’s actions actually have consequences that makes sense. They’re realistic in a cause and effect way, but they still have the fantasy that keeps it interesting