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rough refs for that animatic @insanelycoolishart3 commissioned me to do

//DONT REPOST MY ART!!//

1. Prinxiety

2. Logicality

3. Remas

4. Deckett

a commissioned scene for @insanelycoolish from chapter 5 of his sanders sides band au: This Love Hate Relationship you should absolutely check out cause its pretty fucking rad. also @battre-la-rage for the band logo on the side of the bus

comic commissioned by @insanelycoolish, a scene from his logicality fic which is part of his really cool sanders sides band au you should totally check out here!

1. Roman Prince

2. Virgil Armitage

3. Logan Wright

4. Patton Hart

5. Declan Trompeur

6. Remy Lassus

7. Beckett Moran

8. Thomas Sanders

Kisses Prompts

This Love-Hate Relationship is a AU completely owned by @insanelycoolish and you should definitely check it out before reading this little oneshot.

“I’m not saying it’s impossible, Thomas, just that it’s unlikely.”

“And unnecessary.”

“It is not! Timon and Pumba were definitely gay!” Thomas’s shriek was so shrill that Virgil and Declan winced.

“Babe, maybe you should keep it down. This bus is only so big and I’m pretty sure that Patton’s still on that virtual lunch date with his bae.”

Thomas winced, glancing in the direction of the bus’s sleeping quarters. Patton and Logan had been having video chat dates over lunch about twice a week for a while now. Patton said that lunch was the only free time that Logan had off of classes regularly, but Thomas knew that the bubbly boy just loved that the regular video chats were practically dates when they happened over a meal.

Thomas also knew that the dad friend in Patton liked to make sure that his boyfriend was eating regularly.

Turning around to look at his own boyfriend, Thomas smiled apologetically. “Sorry, Rem, I’ll tone it down a notch.”

Thomas felt his heart flutter as Remy grinned crookedly, lowering his sunglasses a bit. “You know I’d never ask you to stop being such an extra bitch if it wasn’t important, sweetheart.”

Thomas rolled his eyes, ignoring the warmth that still somehow flooded his cheeks whenever Remy flirted with him despite their being together for so long. Turning back to Virgil and Declan, he was met with twin unimpressed stares.

“It’s like watching your parents flirt.” Virgil commented, obviously directing his words to Declan.

Nevertheless, Remy spoke up from behind Thomas. “Shut your whore mouth or I’ll make sure your boy toy gets the extra security check next time he’s up here.”

Virgil’s glare darkened but he didn’t open his mouth again. All of them knew that Remy would hold up to the threat. Thomas couldn’t help but chuckle.

After a few seconds more of the silent stare off, Virgil turned back to Thomas and their previous debate. “They weren’t canonically gay. It was 1994 and Disney can’t even make gay characters now.”

“It was based on Hamlet. That makes it inherently gay.” Declan retorted, his eyes trained on his nails.

“Exactly!” Thomas pointed. “Plus they lived together for their entire time on screen and even raised Simba together!”

“Are you saying two friends can’t have a lifelong commitment and raise a child?”

“Who’s side are you even on, Declan?”

Declan finally looked up from his hand, an odd cocktail of disinterest and chaos shining in his eyes. “My own.”

Thomas threw his hands up in the air, completely done. “I don’t know why I even try with you two.”

Just as Thomas was just about to give up and turn around and join his boyfriend on the couch, the tour bus jolted, jostling the inhabitants severely.

Virgil and Declan managed to keep their balance, but Thomas, as the certified clumsy disaster that he always insisted that he was, tumbled backwards, right into Remy’s lap.

Automatically, Remy’s leather-covered arms were wrapped around his waist, holding him securely to his chest and keeping him from falling any further. As soon as the disturbance had come, it was gone. Distantly, Thomas could hear Dom calling back from the front of the bus, saying something about a pothole and asking if everyone was okay, but Thomas’s attention was solely on his boyfriend at the moment.

Remy adjusted his hold on Thomas after the immediate danger of falling had passed, and Thomas stared in wonder, his heart beating about a thousand miles per hour. His stomach exploded with butterflies as Remy’s startled face melted into that smile–that one, specific, soft, only for Thomas smile that he had fallen in love with–his eyes gleaming behind his glasses.

Thomas found that up close, Remy’s eyes were beautiful even through his dark shades.

Without even thinking, Thomas leaned forward and captured Remy’s lips with his own. His hand came up to cup his boyfriend’s neck, moving as if on instinct to tangle in the short hair at the nape of his neck.

Remy tasted like coffee, dark chocolate and oranges, a combination that should not have worked as well as it did. With his heart still slowing down from the sudden surprise of his fall and Remy’s arms still securely around his middle, clutching his t-shirt, and Remy’s soft lower lip pulled between his own, Thomas forgot about everything else.

Who cared about a silly debate with his friends when he had something perfect right here, just waiting to distract him?

Thomas was just about to open his mouth to Remy’s curious tongue when he remembered where he was. He pulled back carefully, chuckling when Remy’s mouth followed his blindly. With a finger to his boyfriend’s chin, directing him back, Thomas turned once again towards his friends, his maneuvering a bit stilted due to Remy’s hold on him.

Of course, despite having only been kissing for maybe half of a minute, Declan had already disappeared without a trace. Virgil was following suit, it seemed, when Thomas met his eyes on the way to the door.

Virgil offered a weak eye roll and an even weaker peace sign as he slipped through the curtain separating the main area from the sleeping quarters. Thomas didn’t need words to know exactly what Virgil meant.

God, he loved his friends. And his boyfriend.

An insistent hand tugged at the edge of his t-shirt and a soft pair of lips pressed against the back of his neck, searching teasingly for the perfect sweet spot. “Babe…” Came a soft, almost whiney voice.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own TLHR, it is 100% @insanelycoolish​ ‘s AU. He owns it! Therefore, this oneshot is by no means canon (unless Finn were to wish it to be so).

Kisses Prompts

It was odd, seeing Patton wearing all dark clothing. As Logan had come to known the keyboardist, he had realized that Patton was rarely without some splash of color in his outfit. His… boyfriend tended to lean towards pastels and primary colors when it came to his wardrobe. It was frankly adorable, for lack of a better word.

However, when The Witching Hour was performing, Patton had to dress accordingly, and that meant dark-washed ripped jeans and an overall grungy look. Much more in line with Virgil’s usual style, really. It took Logan a bit to get used to the dichotomy, but in all honesty, Patton managed to make even the dark edgy look adorable. Logan was nearly positive that his cute factor had less to do with his florals, sweaters and skirts and more to do with his shining eyes and soft smile.

His cheeks warmed just thinking about that smile.

“What are you thinking about that’s got you all pink in the cheeks, Geek Squad?”

Logan started, tearing his eyes from the stage to look at his best friend. Or, well, with Roman’s never ending teasing, the ‘best’ part of the title was debatable. “Nothing.”

Roman raised a single eyebrow, a trick that he had been perfecting since around eighth grade. “Doesn’t seem like nothing.” He smirked, and Logan internally groaned, wishing the area backstage was not so sound insulated. Waiting for Patton and Virgil to finish their set would be so much easier if he could not hear Roman’s voice. “You thinking about Patton in jeans again?”

Logan rolled his eyes as Roman wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. If he didn’t know that Roman was just teasing, he would have been furious at such an insinuation. “It would be wise of you to cease that,” he gestured to all of Roman, “right now.”

Roman laughed loudly. “Never. Or, at least, not until Virgil gets back.”

It was as if for once the universe was on Logan’s side, because just as Roman finished his sentence, Thomas’s voice rang out, giving his usual end of the show spiel.

Instantly, Roman dropped the teasing and turned towards the stage, his eyes bright and excited. Logan would have made a dry comment about it if he hadn’t done the exact same. As it was, Remy pushed past them, headed closer to the stage and the area that Roman and Logan were not given access too. He was obviously on a mission but had enough time to shoot them a glance. “You two are whipped.”

Logan huffed indignantly and Roman started to make the most dramatic offended noises, but neither said a word in denial. Thankfully, it only took a few more moments for the members of the band to start exiting the stage.

Logan watched as Declan, Virgil, and then Thomas descended the stairs and made their way backstage, Virgil already making a beeline for Roman. Logan averted his eyes as his best friend and his boyfriend almost immediately started to make out.

“Lo!”

Logan perked up at the voice. He barely had time to turn back towards the stage before Patton was practically tackling him. Luckily, Logan was stronger than he looked and was not knocked over by the hug attack.

Wrapping his arms securely around Patton’s waist, Logan let out a breath that he hadn’t known that he had been holding. It did not matter how many times he found himself in this situation, there was always a sliver of worry that he would not be met with such enthusiasm. It was quite comforting that Patton was unwavering in his affections, though.

“Hello, Patton.”

The keyboardist giggled, relaxing into Logan’s embrace, wrapping his own arms around the other’s neck. “Hey.”

Logan took a moment to silently appreciate the man in his arms. He felt himself go a bit breathless at the unbridled affection in Patton’s eyes. The warmth and unconditional adoration in that expression was undeniable. Sometimes, Logan still found himself in awe of it. This man. This beautiful, cheerful, wonderful experience of an individual had chosen him.

It was a breathtaking thought.

Tearing his eyes away from the galaxy of freckles dotting Patton’s cheeks, Logan pulled Patton closer against him and leaned in to capture that beautiful smile in a soft kiss.

Patton hummed into the touch, his fingers twisting in the hair at the nape of Logan’s neck. They stayed like that for a few moments, both reveling in the warmth of what was becoming such an easy action.

It was Logan that finally pulled back, a rare smile taking over his face. “I love you.”

And then everything froze. It was like the bustle of the backstage after a concert was nonexistent. Logan blinked, his eyes wide in surprise at his own spontaneous words.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t said it before. No, he and Patton had taken that step a while ago, but this… this was the first time that either one of them had said those three little words in the presence of another person.

Someone could have heard.

They hadn’t spoken about sharing something as intimate as this, and despite Logan’s self assured nature and his knowledge that Patton wore his heart on his sleeve, the idea of ruining this moment terrified him.

He was just about to pull away and look to see if anyone had possibly heard that when Patton pulled him back in, pressing their lips together in a much more passionate kiss.

“Whoo!!!”

“Nice.”

Logan chose to ignore Roman and Virgil’s additions, instead focusing on Patton as the keyboardist kissed him like it was the end of the earth. He melted into the kiss, letting his worries ebb into the background as Patton’s arms around him, his hands in his hair, and the taste of strawberry chapstick took over his senses.

The two did not break apart again for quite some time. Long enough for everyone around them to lose interest. As they separated, Logan could not bring himself to care about the dopy smile that he knew was taking up half of his face, or the warmth of his face that he knew was spreading to the tips of his ears. All he cared about was Patton.

“I love you too, Logan.”