Multi Fandom Roleplay

Rooms (Sanders Sides)

I have plots for this particular idea, but first!

This idea is completely mine, Ive never seen it done in the way Im going to describe it, and I want to create an in depth analysis on Roman and Logan's rooms. How they affect them, how they reflect each sides personality and priorities, and how they affect others who come into them. Before I do, however, these may wind up sad, as I consider Roman and Logan to have some of the more angsty character arcs, and I tend to make things sad anyways. I also want to say this idea doesnt carry over into every roleplay or story I do, but there are plots that I have in mind that are based around how I view their rooms.

Also fair warning I do make a brief allusion to Logan being Orange- blink and you'll miss it really but-

Roman-

Roman occupies exactly half of the imagination. The imagination is a glorified realm, practically endless in possibility. Ever heard the phrase, "The only limit is your imagination,"? Its takes on a more literal meaning when the twins come into play. For Roman's side, the realm takes the form of a medieval kingdom. A large castle looms over a village, there are farmers and blacksmiths, knights and advisers, and of course, a prince. Roman often refers to the imagination as his happy place, because the imagination can never let him down. He had nearly limitless creation powers there, boredom is never a possibilty because it's constantly changing to suit him.

This comes with a problem, however.

Despite being able to create whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, the imagination reflected the prince. Thornbushes and atormclouds, lightning and thunder accompanied him on lonely nights. A usually bright and cheery atmosphere turned cold whenever he felt insecure. His anger and disgust often brought about nasty monsters and fire, things usually preserved for Remus's side of the imagination (unless he willingly created the monsters for a good brawl, of course). Too often would the villagers and townsfolk he created turn against him, reminding him of all his short comings when he was already low.

So long as Roman was happy, the imagination was a good place for him to be. But when he wasn't, things too often turned sour.

Logan-

Logan's room seems unassuming. Unlike the others, who's rooms reflect the things they enjoy, who they are, and how they're feeling, Logan's room looks like an office. Which, sure, that makes sense. He was logic, after all. Logic never stopped working.

But look slightly closer, and things aren't as they appear. There's books and clothes scattered on the floor. Logan must not have tidied recently, right? Wrong. The room itself is a reflection of Logan's mind. The more stressed Logan was, the larger disarray his room was in. When he was angry or stressed, various items flew from their places in drawers and on shelves onto the floor.  The more intensely he felt,  the more things got displaced. When he felt calm he could clean his room up and it would remain that way. Everything had a place, and they stayed where it belonged. And yet when he was sad, or lonely, things disappeared. The more lonely or sad he felt,  the more things disappeared. More often than not,  Logan's room was a barren wasteland, with only a desk and his work.

Minimalistic, the others thought when they first saw his room.

But why,  then,  did the sticky notes not disappear? Sticky notes on his desk, on the walls, on bookcases and drawers (when they appeared in the room) all in shades of red, baby blue, purple, yellow, green, and orange. They appeared seemingly at random, but very rarely would they disappear.

The reason was absolutely cruel. Every criticism that lived rent free in Logan's head, every insult and every nickname, each time he'd been silenced after simply trying to help,  every insecurity, had a sticky note. The only way to get rid of the sticky notes were to rid himself of these thoughts and memories. To heal from what had been said or done. And yet in an evil cycle, just seeing the notes brought an aching to his heart, and he felt they would never disappear.