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Riley, 30, she/her pronouns YouTube obsessed and gaming challenged
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Stars//Logince?

Ugh okay i had this written out and then my laptop shut down on me, curses. 

But anyway thank you so much for the prompt dear anon!!! Also I’m trying a bit of a different format for this, so I hope you all like it!

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Verse: canon

Prompt: above

Characters: Roman Sanders, Logan Sanders

Pairings: Logince

Warnings: none, just pure, unfiltered, tooth rotting fluff!

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Logan Sanders had always loved the stars.

When he needed to calm down or when he was done with his work or even if he just wanted to, Logan would study the stars. The precise and complex science and math needed to understand them fascinated him. The fact that humans are made from the exact same things as the stars? The fact that the Universe is infinite, meaning there is so much and always will be so much to explore? How stars are born and how they die? The fact that sometimes, even after their ‘death,’ they still exist? It was all beautiful and fascinating and Logan couldn’t get enough. The fact that the Sun, the same one that heats up the Earth and gives humans light, is itself just a medium sized star? Logan was amazed, and curious, and loved it.

When he studied the stars, he learned more. Their habits and patterns became predictable and understandable. The stars never let him down, they were calming to look at, and they were beautiful. Sometimes they seemed cold and far away, but that only enticed Logan more. He loved finding new stars, charting them, and observing how they interacted with each other. He loved drawing the galaxies, and connecting stars to see the constellations. It was focused and relaxing and calming and intriguing to Logan all at once. Logan Sanders had always loved the stars, and he knew he always would.

Roman Sanders had always loved the stars. 

When he wasn’t busy slaying dragons, he loved to take a picnic blanket, lie down on a field away from his castle and any of the villages in his Kingdom. He would look up at the sky, smiling at the summer constellations in the sky. Roman knew most of the sciencey stuff behind it, but he didn’t really care about it all that much. He loved the way that, in the inky blackness of the Universe around their tiny planet, little prinpicks of light would show up. He loved the way they would seem to glow different colors, depending on how you looked at them.

Roman loved the romantic aspect of the stars. That could mean anything for Roman, though it usually meant kissing a Prince under the stars. Other times, though, he loved to be free. He would run out of his room in his castle, and would take his horse for a midnight ride. There was nothing quite as exhilarating for him, riding his horse around his kingdom in the middle of the night. He loved to ride right by the cliffs that led to the ocean, because there the stars glinted off the water and he could look up and enjoy the fact that he was alive and free in the vastness of everything. Other times, in the winter, Roman would take a sleigh, and ride through the snow. The snow wouldn’t be falling at these times, considering he wanted to see the stars, but sometimes Roman would allow snowflakes to fall gently on the way back to his castle. Roman Sanders had always loved the stars, and he knew he always would.

Yes, Logan and Roman had learned to love the stars separately. And they thought no one else felt the same way about these tiny objects as they did. Until one day, when Logan needed Roman. 

Stars weren’t the only thing either Roman or Logan loved, after all.

So the Logical Side slipped into Roman’s room, intending on asking him a question. But what he saw was so much more.

Roman’s room led out into his castle, and the balcony doors were open. Logan stepped onto them, and watched as only one person moved. No one else was outside, but one person was running through the streets of the village below. Logan knew it had to be Roman, seeing as how he wasn’t in his room right now and the theater lights were off.

Logan ran out of Roman’s room, and down through the castle. He didn’t stop to appreciate any of the details, or to say hi to the people in the castle. He just ran out the doors and through the village, following Roman’s trail. He reached the stables, and saw Roman standing there.

“Hey, Logan. Needed something?” He asked, smiling brightly at the Logical Side.

“Yeah, I had a question - wait, aren’t you surprised to see me?” Logan asked, confused and slightly out of breath.

“Nah, I know when someone enters my Kingdom, and I know who it is. Plus I saw you on the balcony a few minutes ago.” The Creative Side smirked. 

Logan smiled, blushing slightly at the smirk. “What were you doing?” Roman blushed this time.

“I was gonna take a midnight ride. I, uh… I enjoy looking at the stars sometimes.” Roman looked at Logan as he gasped.

“No way! Me too! Stars are soooo cool!!!” Logan spoke quickly, excited, before stopping himself and blushing. He knew he had a tendency to ramble when he got started on a topic he loved, and he didn’t want to bore his crush.

“They are though!” Roman seemed just as excited as Logan, making the Logical Side smile.

 “So… if you like the stars, would you maybe like to come with me?” Roman offered his hand out to Logan after getting on his horse. Logan took it. Roman grabbed the reins and pulled gently, letting the horse know that they were ready. 

Soon, they were out galloping in empty fields along the shoreline as the moon floated on the horizon of the ocean. Logan gasped at all the beauty in Roman’s world, in the summer night. But then he looked up, and Roman smiled.

Logan had only ever seen the stars from Thomas’ point of view, and what they were supposed to be. He had never seen them from a perfectly clear, natural way without any light pollution. And they were so much more beautiful than he had ever pictured.

Roman smiled at Logan’s face of pure wonder and excitement, glad to share this moment with his crush. Logan started pointing out the galaxies and constellations and the science behind all of it. Roman listened with an interested ear, loving the way Logan talked so passionately about the stars.

Roman would sometimes interject with his own knowledge, and Logan would always smile when he did. The two talked for ages, watching the sky together as the wind blew their hair back. They lived, and laughed, and smiled at each other. 

A while later, the horse had slowed down, and they got off. Roman’s horse grazed the grass, while the two Sides stretched their legs. 

“So, Logan, you never said what you had come in here to ask me.” Roman remembered suddenly. The Logical Side blushed.

“Well, I don’t know if you feel the same way, but… Roman. I like you. A lot. As in, romantically. And please know I hold no expectation, but I felt like I should tell you, because…” Just then, Logan was cut off by Roman holding his hand up.

“Logan Sanders, can I kiss you?” Roman asked. The Logical Side blushed even more, making him look like an adorable strawberry, as he nodded.

Roman smiled, kissing the Side he had had a crush on as well. 

Their first kiss was slow and sweet, soft and curious. They pulled back after a little bit, smiling. Roman was blushing too, now.

“I like you too, Logan. Would you… would you like to be my boyfriend?” Roman blushed again, but it was an easier question to ask since he knew now they were both into each other.

“Yes, Roman, I would like that very much.” Logan smiled, and they kissed again.

Roman stood up when they broke away, pulling Logan up beside him. Logan giggled, making Roman giggle too.

“Lo, I can do a thing for you! Will you let me do a thing for you?” Roman asked excitedly. Logan smiled and nodded, still holding Roman’s hand.

Roman waved the hand that wasn’t occupied, shifting the night sky. Logan’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the stars move to form a heart, that was red and blue. 

Logan and Roman kissed under the stars again, smiling at the start of something they would treasure forever. Just like the stars above.

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rabdoidal

sorry im in my birds of prey x the batman era, but i think it would be so funny to see harley try and get bruce out of his shell by doing various activities with him like:

  • harley and bruce go down to the boardwalk/carnival and spend the day going on rickety rides and eating corndogs and doing those dorky photobooths. bruce is standing in the same position with the same blank expression the entire time
  • harley teaches bruce how to roller-skate and is holding his arms like you would with a kid. he looks like hes concentrating very hard on not falling over but is otherwise completely blank
  • harley takes him to a nightclub and he stands in the middle of the dancefloor while harley dances on/around him. he has his arms crossed and doesnt move the entire time

and at the end of the day bruce drops her off at her apartment and says “thanks, i had a really nice time” and harley says “me too! you’re a really good hang!” and both of them are being completely sincere. 

also it’s so key that harley did dress him and this is the fit:

DO YOU SEE MY VISION? DO YOU SEE IT?

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Two identical infants lay in the cradle. “One you bore, the other is a Changeling. Choose wisely,” the Fae’s voice echoed from the shadows. “I’m taking both my children,” the mother said defiantly.

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dycefic

Once upon a time there was a peasant woman who was unhappy because she had no children. She was happy in all other things – her husband was kind and loving, and they owned their farm and had food and money enough. But she longed for children.

She went to church and prayed for a child every Sunday, but no child came. She went to every midwife and wise woman for miles around, and followed all their advice, but no child came.

So at last, though she knew of the dangers, she drew her brown woolen shawl over her head and on Midsummer’s Eve she went out to the forest, to a certain clearing, and dropped a copper penny and a lock of her hair into the old well there, and she wished for a child.

“You know,” a voice said behind her, a low and cunning voice, a voice that had a coax and a wheedle and a sly laugh all mixed up in it together, “that there will be a price to pay later.”

She did not turn to look at the creature. She knew better. “I know it,” she said, still staring into the well. “And I also know that I may set conditions.”

“That is true,” the creature said, after a moment, and there was less laugh in its voice now. It wasn’t pleased that she knew that. “What condition do you set? A boy child? A lucky one?”

“That the child will come to no harm,” she said, lifting her head to stare into the woods. “Whether I succeed in paying your price, or passing your test, or not, the child will not suffer. It will not die, or be hurt, or cursed with ill luck or any other thing. No harm of any kind.”

“Ahhhhh.” The sound was long and low, between a sigh and a hum. “Yes. That is a fair condition. Whatever price there is, whatever test there is, it will be for you and you alone.” A long, slender hand extended into her sight, almost human save for the skin, as pale a green as a new leaf. The hand held a pear, ripe and sweet, though the pears were nowhere ripe yet. “Eat this,” the voice said, and she trembled with the effort of keeping her eyes straight ahead. “All of it, on your way home. Before you enter your own gate, plant the core of it beside the gate, where the ground is soft and rich. You will have what you ask for.”

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chipped

Man, this is such a perfect analogy. “Chipped”… Just damaged enough for it to show at times, but not nearly broken enough to warrant fixing. And so often does the chipped cup turn itself to show its undamaged side.

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arc-hammer

someone put it in words

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promithiae

If you like the wellerman, try on this classic

this is a pathologic ass song 

The Chemical Worker’s Song. Not far off our current days’ wage slave experience. I’m telling you, you need Union Songs.

Sailors aboard a ship used to hum to warn the captain they were THIS close to a mutiny and didn’t like conditions AT ALL. Because humming was something others could keep doing when you stopped. Anyone comes close you stop, but the hum of the rest keeps on and they can’t prove who, exactly, is doing it.

Just saying.

Sea shanties are a gateway drug to work/labour songs of all kinds, labour songs always end up including union songs, and that’s how you end up extremely hardcore for organised labour.

And if people want more information, this particular song is called “The Chemical Worker’s Song (Process Man)”, written by the Canadian folk group Great Big Sea.

Sea shanties and labour songs are an active tradition! Are you pissed? Sing about it.

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trisshawkeye

The Chemical Worker’s Song is iconic (and in fact a longtime staple of UK LARP filk!) but while Great Big Sea did a cover of it, it was in fact written by Ron Angel in the UK, in 1964. Originally called the ICI Song, it referred to the grim working conditions in an Imperial Chemical Industries factory in north-east England. 

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beowulf22121

The lighting in this video takes it from great to awesome.

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sally-mun

I have officially concluded that this woman is a siren. My evidence:

1) Outstanding vocal ability no mere mortal could hope to achieve 2) Haunting lyrics that speak to deep and depressing truths of the world 3) No way to prove she has legs 4) I feel so enchanted listening to her sing that I’d probably let her drown me

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spiritsonic

Here’s a full version of The Chemical Worker’s Song, for anyone who’s curious

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gwywnnydd

This whole song hits like a sledgehammer, but the stanza that sticks out to me lately is this one: 

There’s overtime and bonus opportunities galore The young men like their money and they all come back for more But soon you’re knockin’ on and you look older than you should For every bob made on the job, you pay with flesh and blood

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Creativity | Roman “Princey” Sanders Characters: Creativity | Roman “Princey” Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, the others are mentioned Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders is a Sweetheart, Creativity | Roman “Princey” Sanders Angst, Fluff, Cuddling, roman has a meltdown but v helps him out, Insomnia, bc i wrote this instead of sleeping, and roman decided he was going to have a crisis instead of sleeping, If i had a dollar for every time i wrote a fic where prinxiety cuddled on the couch, i’d have two dollars, Which isn’t a whole lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice, Self-Esteem Issues Summary:

Virgil’s hair brushed against Roman’s chin. “Are you okay?”

Roman took a deep breath, feeling a lump rising in his throat. He swallowed and blinked. “Everything’s just… a lot, right now.”

Roman’s having a hard time. Virgil’s there for him.

3k word fic below :)

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[ID: A digital drawing of Virgil. He has pale skin and green eyes. He is wearing his patchwork hoodie, a purple tank top, and ripped jeans with black boots. Along with it, he wears a choker with a red teardrop-shaped gem and red ribbon-like earrings.
He is sitting scrunched up, his head leaning against his arm as he looks at his phone, the sleeves of his hoodie sliding off his shoulders. The background is a pink with regular clouds and storm clouds scribbled around Virgil, underneath him is a circle that acts like a floor he is sitting on. /end ID]

I've been working on this on and off the past two weeks because of school and such. Sorry for the lack of content the last few days!

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How about 8aB?

(“I need you to roll with it and not ask questions”, Cursed, College)

Any ship you want, I just wanna see what u come up with ^w^

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cw: cursing, kissing, Janus making bad decisions and owning up to them too late. Some anciet and Roceit but Prinxiety endgame. Because I'm me.

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