#spookysides

The Spooky Season Continues!!!

Hello everyone and say hello to the Mad Scientist Logan! This is the 2nd of my Spooky Sides Halloween based designs. I also threw in a touch of Frankenstein’s Monster for a little monster flair. 

I honestly had a rough time with this one for most of the drawing process. It wasn’t until the end that I really fell in love with the final look. I hope you all love it too! :3

Anyway, this design is already up on my online stores and the speedpaint can be found here:

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@badlybruisedagain @aharleigh2 @thatsthat24 @aliloverthetop @im-a-living-corpse @sander-sides-safety-squad @nathsafckingdinosaur @ierindoodles 

@awesomelissawho

Logan had been relaxing outside in a light jacket, glad to see the weather was finally beginning to make a turn for the cold, even if the weather report predicted summer would still come back for a few days later on in the week. 

The peace he’d found reading ‘A Study in Scarlet’ was disturbed when Patton came bouncing out of the house, grabbing one of his hands. “It’s pumpkin spice season. Let’s make cookies flavoured to join in.” He was almost cheering at the suggestion, grinning and bouncing a little.

“I was not aware that the seasonal drinks for starbucks dictated the flavours as belonging only to that time.” Logan observed with a raised eyebrow before sighing and letting a small smile show. “But if you do want to bake then I’ll happily work with you.”

Patton snickered at the dry facts, leading them both inside with a smile. “I even got you flowers while I was getting the ingredients.” He added, watching closely as he grabbed one of the bags off to the side to give to the other.

“I said I’d bake with you, not that you can make puns at me under the pretence of it.” Logan was unimpressed as he held up a bag of plain flour, seeing some wholemeal, and some self-raising flour still in the bag. “So what do we need out first?”

Patton had been getting out the scales and putting them beside the spices while he put the flour to one side. “Probably sugar and butter. I think they’re the first things we need.”

The questioning in Patton’s voice had Logan pausing looking around the kitchen again, hoping there would be a recipe book or laptop open with a recipe for pumpkin spiced cookie that he’d missed before. “Do you actually have a recipe for these biscuits at all?” He asked a little warily.

“It’s baking Logan. I know the basics we can work from there, I’m sure.” Patton soothed, before blinking. “Actually it’s normally the flour and sugar which should be mixed first, with any of the spices we want to add.”

“I am seriously doubting that you know the basics right now Patton. At least say you know the measurements we need to use to get the right flavour for ‘pumpkin spiced’ food.” Logan chided, even as Patton opened the self-raising flour he’d grabbed.

He focused on weighing out the flour instead of replying, giggling after a moment “Woah, edible clouds! They’re flowers in the sky!”

“Patton.” Logan ground out.

“Course I can guess the measurements. We’ve seen Dan and Phil’s Halloween baking plenty of times to do that right.” The other shrugged his concern off. “Hey, Lo. Do you know if it’s cakes or biscuits that are all equal measurements?”

It was his turn not to reply as Logan took a deep breath walking out of the kitchen to Patton’s whines. “Loo. Logannnnnn, come baaaaaaaaaack. I think biscuits are equal amounts so I’m going to-”

“No!” Logan stopped him from grabbing the sugar, walking back in with a tablet in his hand. “It’s half sugar and butter to flour, you need to weigh out half the weight of the flour in those ingredients. You should have looked up a recipe before starting, Pat.”

“Sorry Lolo.” Patton pouted, moving to lean over his shoulder and look at the recipe he’d found. “But what about the spices then?”

Leaning back against him, Logan smiled, “Likely to make even more edible clouds, but only needed in teaspoon or dessert spoon measurements.”

I have no clue how this works in regards to Thomas and Joan’s writing process but google said the last time that happened was July so I focused on videos around that time.

None of the sides, nor Thomas, believed in Friday the Thirteenth. Sure, Roman guessed both he and Virgil would joke about it, and occasionally use it to moan about the days small inconveniences, but the actual belief that the day was unlucky seemed ludicrous, especially given how many lectures Logan had remembered over the years about it.

This year however it seemed to have struck Roman down spectacularly. They wanted to work through and perfect the script for Cartoon Therapy, and start getting it filmed, but he just couldn’t find the inspiration to write it at all. 

It was the complete and utter worst, and in a fit of hopelessness he’d collapsed on the sofa, bemoaning the difficulties, no matter the hisses which Virgil had thrown at the action. “I’ll never be able to create again. It’s the end of me, all because of a stupid day.” He groaned, barely even bothering to act as wounded as he occasionally would when creatively blocked.

“Dude, it’s nothing to do with the day, stop saying that.” Virgil muttered, glancing to the stairs in case Logan was heading down them. “Besides do you really want to sit through another lecture on superstitions? Cause I am not sticking around if you do.” He hissed.

“But I can’t do anything, and they’re writing the script today?” Roman bemoaned, moving to drape against the anxious side instead of the sofa.

Virge just rolled his eyes. “How about you shut up for a while then. Perhaps if we watch some episodes of Avatar you’ll get some ideas, because seriously, you sound like you’re trying to do my job and that’s just bizarre.”

“it’s just going to taunt me.” Roman pouted, folding his arms, conveniently around the others arm now draped over his shoulder.

“I’m pressing play now. You can moan about being stuck or watch with me. You’re choice Sir Sing-a-lot.” Virgil sighed, deciding to just go along with the cuddling since the other side was so down.

Two episodes in and Roman was practically curling into Virgil’s lap, “Sokka really does seem a bit like we were saying Kai should be, but he would probably hate that comparison I guess.” He muttered, not wanting to jump up since he was warm and comfy.

“That sounds like a tiny flicker of inspiration.” Virgil whispered, as though mentioning it could cause the dramatics from earlier to begin again.

@sanderssidesspook @spookylissawho

So This is going to be ‘walking home alone’ focused around Deceit. Let’s go

It had been a party, snacks, cakes, and costumes, and Dee had felt out of place through it all.

Patton had been the one to invite him, mostly out of worry that if Dee stayed home alone something might happen when trick or treaters stopped by his house. He’d neglected to mention there would be a sleepover part of the evening that Virgil and Logan were intending to stay for, until Dee started getting the things he’d brought together.

“I thought you were staying?” Patton had whined a little from where he was curled into Roman’s lap and glancing out of the window at the mostly deserted streets.

Dee had frowned, already uncomfortable by the last hours of watching a horror film with everyone else curled up in pairs, Roman and Patton, Logan and Virgil, same as ever, but made more biting by the fact he could have used some comfort. “Of course you mentioned that earlier, I just came without anything by mistake.” He couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of his tone, especially since the others were now frowning at him for upsetting Patton.

“We mentioned staying over here multiple times this week.” Logan stated, arms tightening around Virge as he shifted a little.

“And fell silent about the party each time I entered a room until yesterday when someone else invited me. I do need to go home regardless, since all my things are there.” Dee snarked back, rolling his eyes at his room mates frowns.

This time Virgil managed to get off of Lo’s lap, standing to look at what they’d brought for the night. “Just stay here, we can sort it out. It’s not safe to walk through town at this time of night.”

“It’s safer for my sanity than playing fifth wheel while you all put another horror film on that I can definitely sleep after watching.” Dee insisted, doing the zip up on his bag before slinging it over his shoulder.

“At least text when you get there then.” Roman requested, finally speaking up instead of glaring and watching Patton’s reactions to what was being said.

A silent nod was the last communication Dee gave before hurrying out onto the streets, glancing up at the street lights, thankful that they’d at least mean he could see the way back.

Normally Dee liked walking at nighttime. It gave him a chance to release any worries or thoughts and speak them aloud to the skies. Normally he wouldn’t have images of people’s bodies being warped and twisted by ghosts running through his head.

Now the occasional trees that lined the roads hid monsters and ghouls wanting to possess him, and each stranger lit by another streetlight was a murderer waiting to kill him. Dee clutched the strap of his bag tighter, warily watching everything he could for a threat, and biting his tongue to hold his murmurs and rants in, as though speaking the things he was scared of would make them real.

Thankfully the walk was only about 15 minutes long, but by the time Dee reached the corner of his street he’d been speed walking for half of it. He was beginning to tire but the sight of his house, and the groups of teenagers in all black clothes with added masks made Dee break into a run for the last 50 metres.

The party might have seemed like a nice thing to go to when Patton first suggested it, but next year Dee would either refuse or make sure he had all the details before ever agreeing. It just wasn’t worth scaring himself this much to get home to his own bed and ways to self comfort. 

@sanderssidesspook @spookylissawho

He was always attentive to the things happening, both in the mind space and in the area around Thomas, but Virgil always had to keep a running tally of what sounds were normal to hear and which ones seemed wrong or out of place somehow.

It was part of the reason why he constantly had fallen out with Roman after becoming closer to the light sides. He’d always known the noises made by scorn, and deceit, but the imagination made far more noises than any side on their own could usually make. In fact just passing Roman’s room had always put him on edge because there was so much noise from it.

All too often Roman had answered a knock on the door to find Anxiety stood there with only a sarcastic remark to explain his presence while trying to glare over his shoulder. After he’d been accepted though, Virgil had managed to admit that he could hear the noises, and ask if it was possible to soundproof the imagination so noises would only come through if Roman or whomever else might accompany him were in distress.

None of that would make the groaning which Virgil could hear now, too slow and hollow to be made by one of the others but too changing and emotive to be just the wind or something Thomas could hear from outside his home.

It was stopping and starting too, in ways Virgil couldn’t predict at all which only worried him more until he finally sunk out of his room, into the kitchen, hoping he’d be able to find whatever had caused the noise without being noticed. The noise was louder from the kitchen, clearly coming from the living room, though Virgil could now hear breathing and some rustle of movement coming from whoever was there as well.

He peeked though the window uncertain what he might see but not expecting Patton to have a table full of bottles and glasses before him and one held in his hands in front of pursed lips like he was blowing. As Virgil carried on watching the fatherly side took a deep breath and carried on blowing into the bottle, stretching his lips in a few odd ways to blow though it changed or weakened the noise as he did.

A sigh escaped the anxious side, relaxing now it was clear the sound was just made by Patton playing as well as catching his attention. “Kiddo, when did you get there?”

Soo I finally worked something out to write for ‘Couples Costumes’. Not happy with how it ended really, but it was fun to write a little more Royality

@sanderssidesspook @spookylissawho

Of course Roman had wanted to do couples costumes on Halloween night and Patton was more than excited for them to match, as long as it didn’t have to be scary costumes. In fact instead of letting his boyfriend come up with lists of characters they could be he’d insisted on watching through the live action Disney films and working out who they could be from that.

Roman had been all set to be Mary Poppins, insisting he was already ‘Practically Perfect in Every way’ but Patton was less enthused about being Bert, which rather set the precedent for all the films they watched. The Princess Diaries and Enchanted both appealed to Patton for costume ideas, but Roman wasn’t keen on any of the choices.

Roman loved the idea of picking characters from the Descendants or Maleficent, but any of the pairs costumes they came up with for them, were better for larger groups. He’d tried asking Logan and Virge to join in with them, but had been told that their costumes had already been decided on.

They finally chose their costumes when ‘Alice in Wonderland’ was put in. Patton kept on trilling about how wonderful and curious Wonderland was, while Roman was constantly loving Tarrant Hightop especially after he used both a sword and sewing tools in the battle. “You sound a lot like Alice, even if you use a few more puns that she does, why don’t we go as Alice and the Hatter?” Roman suggested, already musing over which costumes Alice wore would suit Patton best.

“I don’t fancy wearing a dress this year though. Last year I was Joy but as cute as the dress was, I didn’t like it after a while.” Patton muttered, not noticing the smile on Roman’s face.

“Then we can put you in the armour or perhaps that last outfit, a long blue coat and smart trousers with Absolum on your shoulder?” Roman pushed. 

Patton nodded after thinking for a moment while the credits ran. “The last idea sounds good, and it’ll be nice to be the one asking all the questions for once, instead of Logan insisting on telling us all of it.”

“I better go and get making the outfits now then.” Roman nodded, standing from where they’d been cuddling to head to his room. 

Patton pouted a little, but wrapped his blanket around him. “Okay then, my Prince, I guess we can finish our live action marathon later then.”

“Indeed my love, though I could bring the sewing here once I’ve started it.” Roman nodded, leaning down for a quick kiss before leaving.

<3 <3

Halloween night and Patton loved his costume, especially the butterfly Roman had made for his shoulder. He was thrilled as he headed down the stairs, grinning at Virgil in his long lab coat, though the outfit underneath it was distinctly old fashioned. 

“Virgil, have you seen a white rabbit go past?” He asked happily, bouncing into the living room.

“Is that what Roman is going to be then, Alice? But no I haven’t seen him. Have you by any chance seen my creation?” Virgil replied, warily glancing at the entrances.

Patton blinked for a moment, before shaking his head. “What creation do you mean, and who are you tonight? Ro’s my wonderful Hatter.”

“I’m Frankenstien, and erm... It looks likes my creation just walked in, must be going.” Virgil spotted Logan coming in with all his yellowed skin and painted on stitches before slipping into the kitchen, out of view.

Before either of the pair in the living room could say anything, the last voice unaccounted for called down the stairs. “NO, no hat, Good sir! That really won’t do at all.” Roman was wrapping a tape measure around Logan’s head before anything could be done about it.

“Now what shall it be? Cloche, beret, tophat?” Roman began listing, walking around the other as they finally managed to make it off the bottom stair.

“Tarrant, it’s time for tea. You can enjoy your craft afterwards.” Patton called, laughing when Roman instead reached up the stairs to fetch a pale blue hat box. 

So for the prompt ‘Haunted House’ I paired it with Patton and well, I might not be good with ghosts or scary stories given that I literally got taken out of that task in school and allowed to write a mystery instead, but well, lets see how I manage with the next few I sketched out.

TW: house fires, ghost Patton

@spookylissawho @sanderssidesspook

After the fire, Patton had watched his father and sisters as they packed and moved away. He’d wondered for years what had happened to his mother while an estate agent showed families around the home he’d known.

It was only about a month before the house was sold that he saw her again, with burns over her neck and face, crying as she entered the kitchen that had taken her sons life. “We miss you Patton.” She whispered, touching the side, now long since replaced from where it had been burnt the day she was injured and her son died.

None of them had known he remained as a ghost, or that he’d watched carefully all the people who came to view the house. Some of them he accidentally put off, walking through the boy in sunglasses who was part of that first family coming to look at the house. Others he’d deliberately put off, knocking things over around the guy who had constantly been telling lies to the friends that were looking around with him, manipulating them enough that Patton wanted to do everything he could to make them fall out.

The only ones he’d really liked were the three boys which came around, especially the one that kept on singing and referencing Disney films, some of which Patton hadn’t even heard of before. He’d followed them carefully and hoped as his mum spoke about the house being sold now and cleaned it along side his sisters, that they were the ones moving in across the road.

/\/\/\

“The house seems to be haunted.” Logan stated a week after he’d moved in with Roman and Virgil. “Either that or we really need to check the buttons on the cooker.”

“He just doesn’t like fire, dude, stop worrying about it.” Virgil shrugged, glancing up from his laptop. “We can still use the oven regardless.”

Roman however was scowling too. “But what about fried eggs, bacon, and sausages?” He insisted. “The grill and hobs just turn straight off as soon as I look away from them each and every time I try to make them.”

“Like I said, he doesn’t like fire, especially if it’s exposed. Didn’t you look into why the family was trying to sell this house?” Virgil rolled his eyes, ignoring the continued complaints as he tried to put the music together for another track.

They’d been in the house for a month by this point and while they knew there had been a fire which killed someone only Virgil had been in the kitchen each afternoon. Logan would be at the office, trying to get a promotion so he might actually be able to take some cases at the law firm. Roman was always at rehearsals, starting early in the afternoon staying into the evening with the performances of the show.

The afternoons were when he’d seen the figure, baking and dancing around before he started backing from the stove, trying to put out flames that Virgil couldn’t see at all. Virgil had watched through carefully the first time it happened, somehow fascinated by the morbid scene and taken out of his spiralling thoughts that his music was worthless, no matter how well people enjoyed it and brought it.

Now the others just accepted that the kitchen was his office, even with the stove turning off if they tried to use anything other than the oven. Virgil was trying to learn more constantly though, about the fire years ago and the families son they’d never mentioned the name of.

“So what does the great Virgil know about the ghost then?” Roman’s taunting voice finally broke through his attention again.

Virgil looked up with a sigh. “He’s called Patton, and died because his mother was making fried eggs while he was baking some biscuits to give out for Halloween. From how the echoes of the past appear I’d guess he was taking the biscuits out when the frying pan caught fire.”

Logan let out a grunt. “Just cause he died because of the oil fire does not mean we shouldn’t be allowed to have things grilled or fried.”

“I’m happy having someone else making sure we’re safe, ask Pat yourself if you want to but considering it’s only the fire that you two have noticed I’m not asking him to stop.” Virgil shrugged again, glancing at where the knife Logan had dropped earlier now further back on the counter.

“How?!” Roman demanded now, flinging his arms up.

Virgil just threw a handful of flour on the table, packing up his things since it was obvious the others wouldn’t give him any peace until they were heading to work.

Patton however had been carefully watching for all the possible dangers the three might face in the kitchen, snickering a little at the bantering arguments between them since their frustration was actually directed more at him. The flour on the table caught his attention though since his musician had never actually tried communicating at all, except saying the odd thanks if he forgot to put a knife away.

hello, he had a go at writing in it, before adding a smiley face and hoping that he wasn’t about to get yelled at.

“Should we write in the flour too, or just speak?” Roman whispered, warily moving to stand opposite the writing.

Logan however had his phone out. “You do whatever you want, but ghosts have not been recorded before at all. I want to keep all of this on camera if indeed there is a ghost writing to us and not some prank from Virgil.”

“You were the one who wondered if the place was haunted because it’s been for sale for so long.” Roman hissed, before focusing as more words appeared on the table.

you two are bad at kitchen safety. 

“I’ve had that lecture from Virgil too many times. How about I take care of Disney, while you look after the knives?” Roman tried, only to step back from the table with a shiver.

“We have a haunted house too concerned with safety. This goes against basically every report of haunting ever, that I can find. Usually ghosts ignore the people, in the case of the buildings having memories that Virgil mentioned earlier, or they are malicious.” Logan frowned, still scanning through articles on his phone.

disney marathon is good, but stop playing with fire Princey. Patton had frowned at each attempt the actor had made over the month, wanting eggs and bacon. It was quickly becoming vital to observe him at all times when in the kitchen.

“Sure, Dad. We have a fire extinguisher because Logan already doesn’t trust me. I don’t think you need to lecture me on that too.” Roman was pouting before blinking as he realised the nickname he’d been given. “VIRGIL! Stop telling the ghost my nicknames!” He yelled in the direction of the stairs only hearing laughter in return.

/\/\/\

After that first conversation the boys learnt how to be safe enough that Patton wouldn’t constantly turn off everything on fire, as well as how to know he was there.

@awesomelissawho @sanderssidesspook For the prompt ‘Sunsets in sweaters’ here’s a short logince ficlet

“Shall we go stargazing tonight?” Roman broke from gazing out the window to ask, the clear skies and sun through a rainbow of leaves having entranced him for a few minutes. “We could take a picnic and watch the dusk and stars begin to come out.”

Logan had also been caught though he had been staring at his prince, but smiled at the suggestion. “It’s autumn Ro, not exactly warm for us to sit out in, even if we’re watching the stars.

“Don’t fret, My dear. I have a plan.” The actor soothed, wrapping an arm around his love and kissing his cheek. “Leave it all to me.”

<3

The actual ‘plans’ Roman had claimed to have were still eluding the scientist when it drew close for the time to leave, although their picnic was going to be extravagant if all the noise from the kitchen was any suggestion to go by.

“Darling, are you ready to go?” The call had Logan setting his book aside and stretching, as Roman appeared in the doorway to the living room carrying a cool bag and a rucksack on his back.

“That’s a lot for us to need stargazing.” Logan observed, reaching to take the cool bag from him, as well as claim his binoculars which were hung to one side.

Roman nodded, taking the hand held towards him instead and leading them out to the car. “Only the best for my astronomer.”

<3

The drive would have been quiet if not for Roman’s singing along to a playlist of slow Disney songs until they reached their favourite hill on the edge of town, perfect for stargazing.

Once more Roman insisted on carrying both bags regardless of how much Logan argued it was illogical for them to do. “What constellations are we likely to see tonight?” He asked instead as they walked.

“Polaris should be quite clear, as well as Cassiopeia and i think Orion will be on the skyline.” Logan recollected, as he helped to set out the blanket which Roman had fetched out of the rucksack. “There was some difference between the websites I searched for the constellations rising times however so we’re likely to be waiting a while, especially since the sun is only just setting.”

The other let out a thoughtful hum, pulling 2 other pieces of fabric from the bag and standing to look out at the setting sun. “It is beautiful to see though. Quite splendid.” He sighed, still gazing out.

Logan, however, could not look away from Roman’s expression, awed and open, drenched in the amber glow of the sun hovering above the horizon. “Definitely.” He agreed.

“Where are my manners?” Roman blinked, turning around, smiling at his love. “You much be chilled in just your shirt, do you want this?” He offered one of the pieces of fabric, showing it to be a thick sweater in gradients of blue to black.

Logan flushed slightly, taking the sweater, if only to hide his face while putting it on. “Thank you Roman.” He managed to verbalise after a moment, his cheeks a little red still.