Title Game

Title Game

I’ve seen this around Tumblr but idk who started it (If anyone knows please tell me so I can give credit)

But give me a title and I’ll give you a summary / mini fic of what I think the story it! I’ll give you my take on it!

I need to stop asking questions. (Deceit, Virgil, & Remus)

In the darker side of the mindscape, it was quiet. Too quiet. Even with the other two dark sides being about as tall as his thumb, it was still eerily silent. He slowly stood up from the couch, walking around with his eyes on the ground. Where are they? Why is it so damn quiet, it’s never this quiet. At that moment, there was a loud crash coming from the kitchen and Dee ran in, groaning at what he saw. “Of course you two did this.”

Sitting on the counter was Virgil and Remus, covered in cookie crumbs from the cookies Dee had baked the other day. The cookie jar was in ruins on the floor along with random cookie crumbs and chocolate chips. They look up at him, Remus grinning brightly and Virgil looking like a deer in headlights.

“What on Earth did you two do!?” Dee asked, summoning a broom and dustpan, bending down onto the floor to sweep up the glass shards and cookie crumbs.

“We got cookies!” Remus chirped, shoving a massive chocolate chip in his face.

“Sorry Dee. We….kinda made a mess,” Virgil mumbled, ducking his head as he slowly ate a smaller crumb. “Don’t be mad.”

“I….I’m not mad,” he informed after a moment, waving away the mess. “But I want to know why you did this. You could of just asked me for help, you know that, right?”

“We wanted to do it ourselves!” Remus piped up, getting chocolate all over his face. 

Dee groaned, reaching out and plucking both of them up, cleaning up the counters. “ I need to stop asking questions. Come on, you both need a bath.”

“No way!” Remus whined, squirming and trying to get away, while Virgil sat calmly in Dee’s hand.

“Remus, calm down now,” Dee ordered, pushing the dark creativity down. “Just accept the bath and I’ll make more cookies afterwards, deal?”

Remus took a moment, a long, long moment, before grinning. “Deal! But they better be extra extra extra good!”

Dee chuckled, ruffling his hair. “Of course Remus, I’ll make them extra good for you.”

“No! They have to be extra extra extra good! Come on, super duper good!”

“Fine, they will be extra extra extra good, I promise.”

Fake title: my itty-bitty lover

Virgil looked over at Patton, smiling as he sat on a shelf, dangling his legs over the edge. “You know, you won’t be able to have a second cookie tonight if you don’t make any, right?”

“But I wanna cuddle instead,” Patton insisted, reaching up to scoop Virgil into his hands. Normally, Virgil would slide right into his hands and curl into Patton’s fingers, but today he scooted back.

“Pat, you know you’re gonna regret it later when you want cookies. Come on, all you need to do is pop them in the oven and then we can cuddle while they cook, okay?” Virgil offered, grinning at him.

Patton thought it over for a minute, before he grinned brightly. “Yeah you are right! I’m gonna make the cookies and then we are gonna cuddle with a movie tonight!” He got his apron on, handing Virgil his own. Patton never really let Virgil help him since he could get hurt easily, but it was nice to talk and work as a team.

“Now you’re talking Patty. You can pick the movie if you put chocolate chips in the cookies,” he teased, putting on his purple apron, one that matched with Patton’s. It was dorky and not really his style, but it made his love happy.

“Deal! Can we watch Frozen again?”

“Of course Pat, we can watch whatever you want.”

He glanced away to glance at the rope he had hanging beside him, squeaking when Patton scooped him up. He went to protest, before a pair of lips was brushed over his face. He instantly went red, covering his face. “Pat~ god you’re too sweet sometimes!”

“I just wanted a kiss, and I’m not talking about the Hershey kind,” Patton informed, giggling as he pecked the top of Virgil’s head, before setting his little lover on the counter, bouncing over to the fridge.

Virgil shook his head, watching Patton walk around to gather the ingredients, babbling to himself about what he needed and how many he was going to make. Virgil felt his heart thump and he realized this is where he was meant to be. From their very rocky start in the beginning to their slow crawl towards becoming boyfriends, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The Maze

Reader’s that are easily disturbed should read with caution and/or with a friend present 

Warnings (Please tell me if I missed any!): HORROR, Major Character Death, Gore, Body Horror, Unsypathetic!Remus (but character description is vague and you can pretend it’s not him), Monsters, Dead Animal, Blood, Descriptions of Death, Body Transformation, Throwing Up, Referring to someone as an ‘it’ (but he’s literally a monster so..) 

Characters: Roman, Virgil, Logan, (vaguely implied) Remus

Words: 2,101

Two years ago a wrote a few Sanders Sides spooky stories that I still love today, I thought I’d finally finish this one that I started but never got around to again after October 2018. Happy Halloween everybody!

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The haunted corn maze stood tall and imposing in front of them. It was some silly tourist attraction that was closed for the night, as it was nearing three in the morning of Halloween night.

“Guys, I’m not too sure about this,” Virgil said as they neared the entrance.

Roman was already jumping the little gate that was more just to people it was closed then it was to keep anyone out, “It’ll be fine! Just a fun little trip, in and out!”

“There is nothing to be worried about Virgil, while it is fairly easy to become lost in a corn maze of this size, there are tricks to easily greaten our odds of coming out quickly,” Logan added, simply opening the gate Roman had jumped and holding it open for him.

“No- No, they’re right. It’ll be fine. Let’s go,” Virgil finally agreed and followed Roman in, Logan taking the rear.

It was absolutely not fine. Nothing about this was fine. Something happened. The first riddle had been cheesy and goofy, a goofy thing he couldn’t remember now. The second had been a little harder and so had the third, and so on and so on until the tenth that hadn’t made any sense at all. The space was growing longer between each riddle, sometimes taking full minutes to get to the next sign. The corn had grown so high and thick that it was nearly impossible to see over and even harder to get through. They couldn’t hear the road anymore, something that should have been getting closer to. By the fifteenth riddle it was clear they weren’t in the same fun, cheesy tourist attraction, they would get out within the next hour, corn maze they entered. It was debatable whether or not any one of them would get out alive

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Oh my goodness this is so soft! I love it!!

Pocket sides au

Everyone has a tiny version of themselves and Roman just found Pocket Virgil-

Fic title game: "Dragon in a bottle"

Romulus sighed, tapping on the glass with his claws. He was so bored and this child staring him down did not bring him any comfort or amusement. The human child tapped the glass, causing Roman to back away. “Stop that!” He snapped, watching as the child yelped and scrambled back, tears filling their eyes.

He found that he didn’t feel bad in the slightest, since the child caught him in the first place. He was just lazing around on a rock, getting some bright, bright sunlight. After the rangers came and killed him, they actually just shrank him and let him be, not wanting to kill the peaceful dragon.

Romulus was still furious, not wanting to be the size of a lizard. He growled and snarled at them, watching them retreat and leave him with his hoard. he spent months burying his hoard to keep it safe, satisfied when everything was hidden underground from nosy adventures. He planned on getting his size back one day, but for now he would enjoy it. And he was, until this snot-nosed brat stuffed him in a jar and ran home, letting him be thrown around inside the jar.

He looked up when the child approached again, growling lowly. “Back away, human child, or I’ll burn your entire house down.

“Y-you don’t scare me! You’re just a...a lizard!” he insisted, sitting down in his desk chair. “I’m Patton, what’s your name?”

“I am Romulus Alexander Flameborn, Dragon of the North. You will bow before me human or I’ll burn you hands to crisps!” He snarled, his tail thrashing.

Patton stared at him, blinking like a confused deer. “I um....I can’t say that yet....I’m just gonna call you Roman!”

“WHAT?! HOW DARE YOU!?” He shrieked, spitting out fire, which was snuffed out by the cold glass. “HOW DARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BRAT!”

Patton huffed, pouting. “Don’t yell at me....and calling people Brats isn’t nice. You’re a very mean lizard. I just wanna talk to you for awhile....a few hours!”

Romulus, now Roman, groaned loudly. This was going to be a long, painful few hours. He turned his back on the child, curling up and deciding to take a nap. This child is loud and obnoxious....how dare he call me Roman. Even if it is a nice sounding name, it isn’t mine. My name is so much better.