#Platonic Analogical

[logan-the-artist]

logan comforting virgil after a particularly bad anxiety attack

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

what happened immediately after My NEGATIVE Thinking

[constellama]

what is bro yapping about ‼️

2/15 of drawing every sasi duo!! today’s is analogical (platonic or romantic, up to you) next up is logince :3

[fixations-go-crazy]

friendly reminder that virgil canonically calls logan "L" 🥰🥰 

[loganslowdown4]

Virgil: I know a few words in Latin-

Logan: Which are-?

Virgil: Exorcizamus te, omnis, immundus spiritus et christo-

Logan: What about ‘hello’?

Virgil: I don’t know ‘hello’

Logan: You know how to exorcise a demon but you don’t know hello?

[dukeyeatsdeodorant]

Logan: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.

Logan: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.

Virgil: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?

Logan: Ominous positivity.

[radioactive-dazey]

Sanders Sides as things me and my friends have said, PT. 30

Virgil, talking to Logan: Heads up. Moon is supposed to look banger tonight

Virgil: We can share the moon if we can't share hugs

[halfgood-halfbad-badboy]

Logan’s “I love you too” fueling my Analogical childhood friends propaganda ‼️‼️‼️ they would casually say “I love you” to each other and have everyone question if they’re a couple or not.

[pencilpat]

Thinking about the puppet episode and how freakin softly and gently Virgil tells Logan that it's ok to feel lost and scared, thinking about the episode in Patton's room with Logan & Virgil communicating purely with expressions to check on each other and convey distress, thinking about "Jeeze, L" and "pocket-protector" and "teach" and all the stupid nicknames Virgil gives him, thinking about Logan treating not just Virgil but all the dark sides like actual people (if not slightly inconvenient people) with valid opinions and thoughts to contribute instead of one dimensional cartoon villains, thinking about their debate so long ago and Logan genuinely complimenting his expression of his thoughts even though Virgil hissed at him and made yo mama jokes, thinking about Logan doing grounding exercises for Virgil & Thomas when they get really upset, thinking forever and ever about how close they've gotten to each other and the balance of Logic and Anxiety caring so much for each other

[princeysanders]

“you're just so literal i- i don't-” 😭😭.

[zeni1098]

Head Cannon: Virgil uses all of those fancy letters to type things (Æ, ç, ş, etc.) without knowing they make the word be pronounced differently, Logan does know this and thinks it's quite amusing

I can TOTALLY see this lol

I think Logan would consider telling Virgil but then just go “…nah”

And see how long it takes for Virgil so realize lol

[logan-the-artist]

*staring at you*

platonic analogical (/nf)

*does a magician trick and disappears

besties drinking coffee and listening to conspiracy theories podcasts together <3

[pattons-second-cookie-v2]

Can’t sleep so here’s another headcanon

Virgil and Logan are both well-versed in chemistry, but only Virgil knows anything about brain chemistry.

There’s actually evidence to back this up!

Selfishness v. Selflessness

(19:47) Janus ask Virgil for insight for Thomas’ norepinephrine levels

Norepinephrine can cause depression if received too little, and anxiety if received too much

Can Plushies Improve Our Health?

(5:01) Virgil describes how petting an animal reduces the stress hormone Cortisol

Later in the video when Logan has his segment, he explains other impacts of plushies, but mainly mentions the physical benefits

What Makes The Perfect Gift?

(0:30) Virgil appears to be summoned unprompted and notes a sudden rush of adrenaline

Adrenaline can be brought on by both positive excitement and negative anxiety. Patton’s exclamation of Christmas joy was enough to summon Virge and he identified the adrenaline in the air immediately.

I like the idea of Logan being all over Thomas for abandoning all the chemistry he’s learned whilst Virgil actually held onto the information that applies to him and uses it to better identify his own stress symptoms.

[snowdice]

New Couch; Old Habits (Part of the Envisage Series)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Roman & Logan, Virgil & Logan, Virgil & Patton, Patton/Logan (background)

Characters: Roman, Logan, Virgil, Patton

Summary: Virgil's parents come to visit him in his new apartment.

Notes: Leg Injury, very brief allusions to torture, Superhero AU

This takes place after Best Laid Plans and is part of the Labeled Universe.

Roman couldn’t help but fidget on the landing between the second and third floor of his new apartment building. “Are you sure you don’t want…”

 “Attempt to carry me one more time Mr. Silvia, and I will throw you out of a window,” Mr. Dr. Sanders said. His tone was without heat, but Roman was certain he was serious. His body may not have fully recovered from being captured, but his powers certainly had. Roman was not interested in having a thrown down with Bluebird even on a day where Bluebird had his leg in a cast and was wobbling on crutches. Roman would probably still lose.

He had to restrain himself from reaching for the man as he teetered dangerously on his crutches while tackling the next step.

Mr. Dr. Sanders was not used to going up stairs with his crutches. Sure, he’d been taught how to do so in physical therapy and his and Dr. Patton’s house had a staircase, but Roman doubted he every actually walked up them. Today, however, they were in a semi-public place, so the man did not want to glide up the stairs like Dracula. He also wasn’t confident in using his powers in a non-obvious way to steady himself yet, so normal plebeian stair climbing with crutches was the only option. Or at least, it was the only option Mr. Dr. Sanders’ pride would let him take.

Roman swore he had heart palpitations every time Mr. Dr. Sander’s good leg left solid ground so he could swing forward supported only by the crutches.

Roman heard footsteps coming up the stairs behind him and winced, worried he was about to awkwardly meet one of his new neighbors, but when he glanced back, it was just Dr. Patton. Dr. Patton had gone to park the car and grab something for them all to eat for dinner. It had taken him a bit as the apartment was downtown with little parking, and he’d likely had to park the car on the university campus. Two bulging plastic bags swung on his arms as he came to a stop a few steps below them.

He seemed surprised to see them still on the stairs, but then shook his head with an eyeroll. “Sweetie,” he said. “I didn’t ask Roman to meet us downstairs so you could make him watch you climb two flights of stairs yourself.”

Mr. Dr. Sanders pursed his lips. He did not turn to look at Dr. Patton as he was too focused on the next step he needed to take. “I am perfectly capable of going up stairs on my own.”

As though to demonstrate, he swung for the next step, perhaps too quickly. He made it, but it was a close thing. Dr. Patton made a sound between a tsk and a scoff but didn’t argue seeing as he was only three stairs away from the top. He and Roman lingered on the stairs below Mr. Dr. Sanders as he finished proving himself.

“Alright,” Mr. Dr. Sanders said once firmly on the third floor. “Which is your apartment?”

“This way,” Roman said, walking around the man towards his apartment with his keys in hand. Virgil always insisted that Roman lock the door behind him even if one of them was still in the apartment or he only planned to be out for a moment. (He always said stepping out for a moment can end up lasting longer than expected and Roman hated that Virgil’s dad had just proven him correct.)

It took Roman a few tries to get the key to work as the lock stuck a bit, and he wasn’t used to opening it. By the time he managed to get the door open, Mr. and Dr. Sanders were beside him.

“What kind of surprise takes you half an hour to get it from downstairs?” Virgil asked as Roman swung open the door.

“A stubborn one,” Roman replied dryly, walking into their apartment.

Virgil looked up from his place on one of their two armchairs with a confused pinch to his brow, but then he saw his parents in the doorway. He blinked in surprise. “What are you doing here?” he asked, and Roman knew it was not directed at Dr. Patton considering Dr. Patton had been here 5 days in the past week.

“While I fully acknowledge I was incapable of helping you move in last week, I still wished to see your new apartment,” Mr. Dr. Sanders replied. “We brought dinner, and Roman suggested we could watch a movie this evening.”

“He probably just wants to make sure we didn’t put our canned vegetables in the wrong cabinet,” Roman stage whispered with an eyeroll.

“I trust Virgil to know the correct way to organize,” Mr. Dr. Sanders replied, “so, if they do happen to be in the wrong places, I will know who is to blame.”

The small bit of banter gave Virgil time to collect himself from the surprise. “Uh,” he said, getting to his feet. “Come in, please. You should, er, sit, especially you.”

Mr. Dr. Sanders didn’t argue (he had to be exhausted at this point). He allowed Virgil to lead him by the arm to their couch.

Dr. Patton, meanwhile, did not sit. He set the bags of food down on the coffee table and made a beeline to the kitchen to grab plates and silverware.

“What’s this?” Virgil asked, glancing at the bags after plopping down on the couch next to Mr. Dr. Sanders.

“It’s from that pasta place we saw just opened down the street while moving you two in. I thought we could try it out and see if it’s your new favorite,” Dr. Patton answered from the kitchen.

“Do they have chicken parmesan?” Virgil asked. He’d already leaned forward to open one of the bags.

“Yes,” Dr. Patton said, amused as he re-entered the living room. “They do have chicken parmesan. It’s in the container at the bottom of that bag.”

“I’ll get drinks,” Roman offered. “We have a 2-liter bottle of Dr. Pepper and the juice Dr. Patton brought. I’ll bring those and some cups.”

“Thank you, Roman,” Dr. Patton said with a smile.

Virgil was busy dishing out a plate of ravioli and breadsticks for Mr. Dr. Sanders when Roman returned. Roman could tell by Mr. Dr. Sanders’ face that he wasn’t enthused about not being trusted to make his own plate, but he was indulging Virgil by allowing this anyway.

Dr. Patton had gotten double the amount of food needed for the 4 of them even considering Roman’s need for extra calories and Virgil’s willingness to gorge himself on pasta. So, there were a lot of leftovers to be packed away into Roman’s refrigerator once they were finished. Roman and Dr. Patton handled clean-up while Virgil and Mr. Dr. Sanders argued good naturedly over the movie choice.

“Thanks for inviting us,” Dr. Patton said in a low voice that was almost drowned out by the water he was running to rinse the plates. “I think it’s doing them both some good. More than you two coming over to see us even.”

“Yeah,” Roman agreed. That’s all they spoke about it, turning to lighter subjects like Roman’s classes and Dr. Patton’s latest read.

Virgil and Mr. Dr. Sanders managed to settle on the movie Back to the Future eventually. Virgil had stacked pillows on the coffee table so Mr. Dr. Sanders could more comfortably sit with his leg elevated.

Only 10 minutes into the movie, Virgil had already fallen asleep against Mr. Dr. Sander’s shoulder. It was only 7:30pm (and Virgil usually stayed up past midnight), but it wasn’t that much of a surprise. Roman had found that man sleeping in much weirder places at much weirder times and they’d only lived together for a week.

What was surprising was when Roman glanced over near the end of the movie and found that Mr. Dr. Sanders had fallen asleep as well.

Roman and Dr. Patton discussed it in the kitchen about an hour after the movie had ended, and eventually decided to let them sleep. Dr. Patton had to go home and let Missy out but told Roman to call him if at any point Mr. Dr. Sanders woke up and needed to come home.

Before he left, he grabbed the purple blanket Virgil always favored and threw it over both of them.

Virgil and his father slept through the night like that until Dr. Patton arrived back at the apartment with breakfast and coffee the next morning.

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Labeled Master Post.

My Masterpost.

[loganslowdown4]

Logan: I am *looks at vocab card* awake.

Virgil: ...

Virgil: Do you mean woke?

Logan: I did mean woke. BUT IT’S GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT!!

[dukeyeatsdeodorant]

Logan: Where do you see yourself in the next ten years, Virgil?

Virgil: Uhh..genuinely? I'm struggling to see next week.

Logan: That is...accurate.