#dancing sides

@illogicallyinclined so I am 🕷 Anon. Member how i told you i wanted to draw you your favorite ship. Well i kinda had some fun with this one!

Pairings: sorta Logicality and Prinxiety

Based on the drawings by @sanderstribute

Before ceramic came crashing down, Logan was sitting. Which was the action of placing your buttocks on a surface while resting your legs. He was eating a slice of white bread with a thin layer of Crofters on top. Sitting right on a kitchen stool next to the emotional personality trait, Patton. Who was eating a specialty from Australia called Fairy Bread. Why it was called Fairy Bread was an absolute and utter mystery to Logan. But Patton seemed to enjoy it, which was confusing to Logan for it was simply butter spread onto bread with a collection of sprinkles. Patton shoved it down his throat anyway.

Logan took a sip of his bitter coffee as he turned off his tablet and tucked it into his computer bag. Noticing that Patton was getting his sprinkles all over the place and also the arrival of Virgil and Roman. Those two were not showing any form of altruism or intimacy despite being a couple. Bickering like two children, screeching back and forth. Logan looked down at his coffee mug and noticed the letters of the mug vibrating due to the strong increase in sound vibrations.

He placed it down and sighed. Ever since the two were found pressing their lips to each other’s in the bathtub when Patton was trying to remove mud from a kid who hated him for winning a game of hide and seek, Virgil on the bottom and Roman on top of the angsty trait. And ever since, the sound of frequent and rather irritating bickering had been ringing in Logan’s ears like a telephone that couldn’t be turned off.

Logan could only hear brief snippets of the conversation. Which involved them screeching about Virgil not being willing to do something. Logan was actually going to burst into the rules of human right that when Virgil snapped at Roman.

“I don’t dance Roman. I just don’t. Get over it.” Virgil was practically snarling at Roman at this point.

Dancing? This was what their thunderous and deafening back and forth bickering is about? With the volume and the high pitched frequency, it sounded like they were arguing about something more… important. Like bills or the increase in taxes, or even better, Donald Trump. But then dancing? It seemed adequate, a measly reason to be fighting over.

Roman threw his hands up, “Oh come on Virgil! Don’t you ever just want to dance in the middle of the room when no one is watching? Do the elegant art of the flamenco? Or maybe the cha-cha or the tango?”

Virgil facepalmed, “Ro, first things first, I have absolutely no idea what the flamingo is. And second, I’m internally dead and internally dead people do not do the freaking furry-fest. Last, not everyone likes the same dances as you do Disney Reject.”

“Oh excuse me!” Roman said with a whole lot of dramatic flair, the dramatic hand over heart stance, “it. Is. The. Flamenco. And don’t call me that Little Miss Sunshine!” Logan could see his fingers itching to grab ahold of his katana.

Logan rubbed his temple, “Excuse me, but may you two stop blabbering gobbledygook? It is an untimely time to talk about this.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Sorry Lo, not-so-sorry Roman. Hey, can you pass me the cereal?”

Logan handed the cereal to Virgil. The angsty trait checked the expiry date and poured a fair amount of cereal in. Patton finally shoved the last piece of fairy bread down his throat. Roman, was getting a mug out of the cabinet by the handle with his katana. It wasn’t strange in this house, for when Roman gets frustrated he uses his katana for everything. Even eating and writing.

Patton made this little cute voice, “Awh… you shadowy bundle of darkness!”

The youngest trait slowly turned around at Patton, “Um.. yeah?”

“Verge, do you know how to dance your Pollywag off?”

Logan looked at Patton, “Pollywag is not a word found in the dictionary.”

“It’s a Pokémon LoLo,” Patton patted Logan’s hair, “anyway, do you know how to dance?”

“Pssh. Of course. Edgily and freaking unsteady like I am.” Virgil poured the milk into his cereal.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT YOURSELF LIKE THAT I-”

Logan slammed a hand over Patton’s mouth, “’-will physically fight you’.”

Patton did the ‘I’m-watching-you’ sign with one of his serious faces. The one with the peace sign pointing to the person’s eyes then the person they were aiming the sign at.

Roman was cutting a piece of toast (with a katana), “If you can dance Virgil, then why don’t you show me?” He let out a sigh.

Virgil spooned the cereal to his mouth. “I just don’t wanna. I have rights as a person.”

“Pardon me, but was exhibiting the art of movement to each other was this bout’s topic?” Logan asked.

“Oh yes. Virgil refuses to show me what he dances like. I already showed my awesome dance moves of-” Roman struck a dramatic pose, “the tango.”

Logan blinked. He was sort of surprised from the random pose that Roman just assumed though he shouldn’t be. He cleared his throat, “Virgil, why did you decide it was your utmost need to commit to a relationship with this vivid man?”

Virgil started laughing, “You spoke my words for me.”

“Hey!” Roman’s face slowly turned red.

“Kiddos, don’t insult Roman like that!” Patton pouts.

Virgil rolls his eyes, “Fine.. hey Pat, can you even dance?”

Patton grins, “Yes! Of course, I can! Gee, but I can’t remember the last time I danced! That was fun!”

“The last time recorded in which you danced was located in the living room, you decided it was the best time to perform when Genius was the program exhibiting on the TV,” Logan responded, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Oh, thanks Lo! I can do the Charleston and the Swing!” Patton grins again. When will this guy’s smile go away? Not ever it seemed.

“Last night, you attempted to do the dance declared as the Backpack Boy dance and it failed miserably like an unfair science experiment.” The logical trait added.

Virgil snorted, “Dang Pat. Didn’t know that.”

Patton laughed it off, “Ah kids these days. You guys don’t even know the Charleston!”

Roman gasped, brandishing his katana in the air. “THAT IS PREPOSTEROUS! I DO KNOW WHAT THE CHARLESTON IS!”

“Alright kiddo. What is it?”

“T-that… OVERWATCH CHARACTER DANCE THING!” Roman yelled again, waving his sword again.

“I think he’s talking about Tracer’s dance emote for the Overwatch Anniversary Event,” Virgil said, nearly done with his cereal.

“I have absolutely no idea who that is!” Patton states excitedly. “But it’s a really energetic dance that I like!”

“It’s also extremely old and danced in the 1920’s, people called ‘flappers’ usually danced it,” Logan said, standing up with his coffee mug in his hand.

“Yay! Logan knows about it!” Patton smiles again, the sentence made Logan blush a bit. “I would definitely show you kiddos, except full belly and if I dance too much my stomach is going to hurt.”

Roman grinned, “Okay, it’s alright. We don’t want you to hurt yourself Padré.”

Virgil chuckled and snorted, “Hey Lo, get the camera. Ro is being sincere for once.”

The royal trait gasped, “Oh excuse me you foul yet kissable changeling! That comment makes me want to chase you around with Mulan in my hands!”

“Oh man…” Virgil was smiling, one of those rare smiles that all of Thomas’s viewers adored. Logan could see him trying (and failing) to stifle his laughter. “You named your katana? Mulan? I never would have imagined that. What’s next Ro-Ro? Your sash?”

“D-Don’t you dare insult Percival you baloney witch!”

“You named your sash too?”

“ARGH! By Medusa’s Gorgons, do I need to cut you down with the mighty powers of Mulan?” Roman growled, raising Mulan into the air.

Patton threw a bunch of sprinkles into the couples’ faces. “Now shut your pollywog! Kiddos, stop fighting!”

Logan rubbed his temple again, “I agree with Patton.”

Roman pouted, “Fine. Hey, Logan may I ask a question?”

“Of course,” Logan replied, in the middle of filling his cup with coffee.

“If I do the magnificent art of the tango, Patton does the Charleston and Virgil does the emo edge lord-”

Virgil threw a plate at Roman, who deflected it with Mulan. The plate landed into the sink with a satisfying 'plunk’.

“-then what dance do you do?”

Logan ’s grip on his coffee mug tightened, his hand shaking in the process. He looked at the faces of the other sides, Virgil had his 'what the hell?’ face directed at his significant other, Patton looked excited and Roman was looking expectantly at Logan with one eyebrow raised. Logan could see the knuckles on his hand turn white. No, no, no. Not now, not ever. The words seemed to stick to his throat.

“As much as I would like some fruitin’-tootin’ answers, you don’t need to tell us, Logan.” Patton said, his face looked concerned.

The words that came out of his throat were pathetic and dumb. He seemed to echo Virgil.

“I do not dance. I just do not. I just don’t.”

In a panic, and in absolute fear, he gripped the handle of the mug even tighter. He did not notice the cracks throughout the ceramic.

“Awh.. sorry to hear that Lo.”

Roman frowned, “What is up with dancing and the sides on the right side of the room? Is there something we don’t know of?”

And with that, the handle of the coffee mug exploded. The ceramic shrapnel went everywhere. This left the rest of the mug in gravity’s hands, where it fell to the floor and shattered in all directions. Logan looked at his hand and noticed quite a large amount of blood on his hand, he touched his face and cursed as he realized there was blood there too. Now the floor was stained with coffee and blood. He took quick notice of the other sides’ faces. Virgil had just pushed the prince off his chair and was stomping on him angrily, cursing his boyfriend while Patton stared at him, shocked. His eyes were wide and his hands were put over his mouth.

He cleared his throat as grabbed his computer bag, “Excuse me, I have matters to attend to.”

With that, Patton watched as Logan faded out of sight.

(Man I love cliffhangers. Lemme tell you a small verse first:

Oh, the puppies are cute,

Jumping around oh so merrily,

Them we can’t loot!

Frick, that escalated quickly.

Here have a dancing Patton in these trying times

If the sides were dancers, I imagine Patton’s favourite styles would be around Charleston, Tap, and Swing!

Here’s the music I was listening to when i made these!

Here’s my inspirations!

It’s without surprise that Logan’s preferred dance style would revolve around Popping and the likes, right? :^)

Many of you figured it out in advance! I’m so glad you did!!

A round of applause for the dancers that inspired me: one, two, three.

Songs I was listening meanwhile: * * * , as well as every Harder Better Faster Stronger version there is.

Tag list:

It would be a crime for Roman to not embody the entirety of passion, romance, and fire through Latin dances! On the other hand, Roman wishes they weren’t, as they're better with a partner...

3 Inspirations: Salsa, Tango and Cha-Cha~

3 Songs I listened to when making this: the Bop, the Fire and the Banger

Next on the list, Logan ;^)

Ah, shoot, should’ve made a post about it sooner-

Hello there anons! Your concern is completely founded. I realize that I haven’t posted about this AU in a very long while, and I’m so sorry about that.

I have this issue where I keep getting new ideas really quickly, so I start many projects, and end up lacking time to finish the ones I was working on from the start. (*cough* tiny sides *cough* that animatic thingy *cough* commissions *wheeze*)

I decided that I will focus on finishing the commissions first, and then balance out the other projects by posting updates alternating between them.

Update on the dancing AU:

Virgil’s dancing style isn’t the only surprise I have in store for you guys. 

I got some plans with the other sides I need to work on before I get to him. Another reason he won’t be shown just yet is because I have to sort some things out with his... “story”, before his dancing style is known.

That said, I am still very inspired about this AU, so I will get it done eventually!

me:

me: okay but can yuo chill a bit on being so extra