A Fander With A Thirst For Angst

june has been busier than I expected, but I still wanted to post something soooooo doodles from my sketchbook it is then !! and yes 80% of it just ships.........

+ a digital doodle because yeah

i dont know WHAT it is about them, but my mind will randomly become obsessed with them for a month and then move on... so it's intruality month i guess !!11!!

inspired by this comic i saw on pinterest that seems to be from @/stosin_hlam on Twitter? couldn't find the exact pic but I believe it's their ocs

original ref under the cut

Logan’s Low Downs were a horrible idea

On Logan’s part.

In all episodes in which two sides are having an individual debate the other sides don’t show up unless summoned.

If Logan and or Janus wanted to be apart of the debate then that only proves that’s the debate was too big of an issue for only two sides, therefore Logan should show up in person

What I am saying is that Logan sets himself up to be ignored by entering a high stress enviroment and adding unnecessary obstacles

The Logan Low Downs were not made to be an easily integrated part of the debate

They were too fast

Too long

And often interrupted characters in the middle of their conversation

Roman even comments on this and everyone including Thomas attempt to read and understand them in the beginning of the episode

What I am saying is

With the new sanders sides video we have the continuation of my greatest Logan Criticism.

Logan reacts disproportionately to not having his ideas listened to, similarly to an early season anxiety.

I believe due heavily to situations such as the wedding, dating Niko and the integration of Janus, Logan is feeling more pressure to be ‚right‘ in a discussion instead of simply being apart of the path towards the answer.

This becomes incredibly more clear when you see every other character being criticized during the most recent episode and taking this criticism with relative grace only for Logan’s response to Thomas still wanting romance to be ‚I guess I wasn’t needed‘ when the other sides put him in the leadership role and were actively following along with his deduction.

It’s a forest for the trees situation we’re Logan thinks if he’s not the one to make the winning goal, he’s being underutilized despite being apart of a team.

In many ways it’s ironic because he’s working against the advice he gave early season‘s Anxiety in the debate episode.

But Why?

If Logan has the answer to his own flaw and he’s helped someone else work through this before why is he struggling now?

I think the answer is right there in the episode, with ROMAN

The bit where Roman hates on American Eagle shirts and puts direct blame onto Thomas for that fashion choice.

But when we go back in time Roman was the one directly hyping it up as the peak of Fashion=

It’s harder to see the faults in yourself than it is to see them in others.

This is especially true for Roman AND LOGAN, two characters with highly inflated senses of ego (directly tied to their insecurities), Logan can see this fault in

Virgil

And Roman

Ship(s): Past ambiguous Anxceit, romantic Intrumoceit (Remus, Patton, and Janus),

Warnings: food, swearing, jokes about sex, vague body horror

Summary: Janus was not a poet. Sure he liked expressing himself with words and phrases, but that was not what made a poet. He wasn’t sure what he was at all. This was based on a poem I made while bored in my French class, enjoy y’all! AO3 Link Here

Word Count: 5.2K

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‘Whatever I want is the will and want of the gods; with no one to stop me I will say all the stupid things imaginable. What sins will be committed? What crimes against nature have already occurred? Who will be the savior left to rot by my hands and pen? No one can say, except me. And that is a dangerous thing. This sounds like a beginning but that is solely dependent on time, so for now nothing is certain.

The gods have stopped existing for years, and I have been on my own. Writing dumb things with those stupid quick hands of mine. What else is there to do when the world is doomed? If I stop too much reality will seep into my pores and inhibit my every movement. That is unacceptable for the one person supposed to be in charge, isn’t it? No breaks, no stopping, no rest. Nothing will end as long as I am here. But for how much longer will I lie about my experiences to raise hopes? I don’t know, I’m just trying to escape my boredom by making a false world all about myself. I will become the main character of a story. I do wish it won’t be a tragedy.’

Summary: Remus knew from the start that Roman and Janus dating was not a good idea.  But neither of them seem to want to listen to him.

Before reading any of these, please check the trigger warnings just in case they aren’t safe for you to read ❤

Last updated: June 24th, 2021

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Canon fics

Fem light sides redraw with more canon outfits

“Umm honey, I’ll be late today. I’m stuck in traffic.”

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Yep, this is it :’’’( The very end. I most certainly teared up a bit while writing it. Thank you all so much for reading, sharing, and commenting. I still have trouble believing how many people actually like my writing, but you all have never dropped your support. I really mean it when I tag ‘love you guys’ on every chapter.

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Thank you again for sharing this journey with me. And now, on to the finale!

cw: flashback from an outsider’s pov, food

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“Everything’s fine? The move went well?”

“Dad, we’re fine,” Patton replied, smiling at the camera. Logan shifted uncomfortably on the other end. “Really, we’re good. The neighbors even brought over some banana bread.”

His father flinched at the mention of neighbors, then forced a smile onto his face. “That’s … very kind. Of them. To do that.”

“Yes, it is,” Patton encouraged.

Logan hadn’t been able to take enough time off work to come visit them yet, so it had been five months since they had seen each other in person. They video chatted every day, but Father always seemed on edge. As time passed, he didn’t appear to be getting much better at all with the distance. Remus would sometimes sit in on the calls, and he seemed happy with Father’s progress, but Patton couldn’t help but compare him to the man he’d grown up with. Where was the quiet strength, the soft smiles, the feeling of protection?

Patton didn’t blame him, though. They had all changed. It was part of life, and growing, and learning. Nothing stayed the same, and that was okay.

“Let us put it generally: if a regime is immoral, its citizens are free from all obligations to it.” – Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Gulag Archipelago.

[Pictured: Captain Pia Klemp sitting in a chair beside her controls.

@VivianAngrisani on Twitter wrote on 6/8/2019: “Pia Klemp, a German biologist & boat captain faces 20 yrs in prison for rescuing 1,000+ migrants at risk of drowning whilst crossing the Mediterranean. Seeking asylum is a human right. Only 1 in 100 sea captains are female. This woman is a humanitarian, not a criminal. #FreePia”

I’ll be real I don’t know much about Phoenix Wright. But! I do know a lot about birds.

The mighty ptarmagin! Practically a feathered rabbit, these magnificent creatures are built for the snow.

Look at those boots! Wonderfully feathered. They spend most of their time as little snow lumps.

In fact, they’re very well known for the above phenomenon.

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:)

cw: light physical violence, spiraling thoughts

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They always say that time stops. The world freezes. Nothing so much as breathes when you meet their eyes. The world is dreamlike, and the two of you are the only things in it. The only life, pulled together by instantaneous love.

That wasn’t what happened when Patton saw Virgil.

Instead, time seemed to skip a beat, then move even faster than before.

Several seconds were lost, and Patton stared around as the room changed. Remus’s parents were hugging the other person who entered with Virgil, who he guessed was Remus’s brother Roman. Remus was standing now, closer to the mantel on the other side of the room, and suddenly Remus’s dad wasn’t even in the room, he was outside with Roman, and Virgil was leaving too. Patton exchanged a look with Remus—he clearly recognized Virgil. He looked scared, and kept biting his lips. Patton felt fear rise, and almost stood up himself—it felt strange, to be the only thing that hadn’t moved. Like he was in the eye of a storm. It was times like these that Patton wished he could hear.

Roman was back and Remus seemed to cower away, turning his face. That didn’t hide him. Roman’s eyes landed on Patton for a moment, who waved awkwardly. A crease of confusion appeared between his eyes, barely affecting his cheery smile, then he saw Remus and his face lost all color and the smile slid from his lips.

Roman stepped forward slowly, as if time had stopped for him—and maybe it had. Patton felt afraid to breathe, afraid to disturb the almost shimmering quality of this meeting. Roman approached his brother, and Patton could certainly see the resemblance. Sure, Roman’s hair was shorter and styled, and he was clean-shaven, but the two were almost exactly the same height. Their hair color was within a shade of difference, and Roman had that same dimple that Remus did. Even their body types appeared to be modeled off each other. If Patton hadn’t known better, he would have guessed they were twins.

Roman was turned away from him, so if he said anything, Patton didn’t know. What Patton did know was that Remus said something, accompanied with a slight quirk of his mouth, then crumpled against the wall as Roman’s fist hit his face.

Patton did jump up now, and Remus’s dad ran to check on Remus while his mom held Roman back. Then Patton turned to the door and saw Virgil again, clearly saying something, eyes scrunched up as he ran his fingers along his forearm.

Virgil. He looked just like himself, but different. His hair was shorter—normal length for him, probably, just dipping into his eyes. His eyes were far more clear than Patton had ever seen them, and he was surprised to see just how sparkly they really were—almost as if rays of sun were peeking through the cloudy grey. His jeans were torn and splattered with paint, but it was probably on purpose. He was wearing a hoodie, plain black, not near as nice as the purple-patched one Patton was wearing. His cheeks were full, there was a ring on his hand, his shoes were nice.

For everything that made Virgil unrecognizable, there was something that was unmistakably him. The shadows under his eyes matched the black of his jacket. His fingers tapped lithely on his forearm, as if spelling. His stance was slouched, and the curve of his lip caught between his teeth spoke volumes about how anxious he was. He ran one hand through his hair, causing it to stick straight up and causing Patton to experience a wave of intense homesickness. This was his Virgil.

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Hope y’all’s breaks went well! Enjoy this next chapter!

cw: awkward family reunions, depression

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His mom hadn’t stopped crying. His dad kept sitting down and standing back up, only to fall back in his seat and run a hand through his hair. Patton sat awkwardly next to Remus, his hands bunching in his hoodie. Remus felt just as uncomfortable as Patton looked.

This wasn’t their couch. His parents must have junked the old one. Also, the kitchen had been redone, as far as he could tell from the glimpses of it he’d caught. There was a sleek piano in the corner of the room, a thin layer of dust over the keys. Roman had been taking piano lessons last he knew, he must’ve gotten good enough to actually have one in the home.

“I just don’t understand,” his dad said for the third time. “I don’t at all mean to say that you aren’t welcome. You’ve always been welcome here, and you always will be. But … why?”

“Where have you been, Remus?” his mom asked, pulling another tissue out of the box to rub at her eyes with. Remus looked from one to the other, sitting on a matching couch. Why did they need two couches?

“Um, I’ve been in some … bad places,” Remus hedged. He felt weirdly numb. He tried not to look at his mom—seeing other people cry made him cry. Instead, he let his eyes fall over the decor. The religious imagery that had made him so angry years ago now brought him no feelings whatsoever, he was surprised to find. Some family photos were on the wall by the front door, the latest three not including him. On another wall was school pictures, with a few new ones. That one, next to his senior photo, must be Roman’s. Remus almost laughed—Roman had glasses, like he’d always insisted he’d never need.