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[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

Wow, Winston really is the absolute worst isn't he? He deserves to be stuck with her

How dare you make me feel the barest of sympathies for Josephina Fitzroy!/pos

i love me a complex bastard!!!!!

[tulipanthousa]

So I'm gonna write something with the roceit background fucking for sure. On a *completely* unrelated note, what do we think the sexiest parts of the Sweeny Todd musical are?

~softdomxiety (is me)

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

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Awweee thank you!!!!

I don't particularly like copy-paate chains so I'm going to tag people

@viola-halogen @sad-soup-sonic @naminethewitch @awitchbravestheverge @doodle-png @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @glacierruler @doteddestroyer @edupunkn00b @crazybooklover0

Apologies in advance if any of you are not human or do not like tags <3

[whichsandersside]

poll submitted by @awitchbravestheverge

[anxceitpolls]

Submitted by @awitchbravestheverge

[creative-lampd-liberties]

Fandom:Sanders Sides

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Prinxiety

Warnings: Canon typical violence and language

This is the first chapter of my Fic for the @xts-reverse-bangx . It was based off of this incredible artwork by @prince-rowan-of-the-forest , which is stunning and really inspirational. I hope you enjoy

[glacierruler]

Sides and Neurodivergency results!

This, this is gonna be a long post!

Taglist: @cutebisexualmess @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @nebulous-astronaut @pandagobrr @awitchbravestheverge

First I'm gonna look at all the general responses, and then screenshot some of the replies/extra info that was given in these!

Everyone who responded was really nice, so I'm definitely down to do these again, just maybe not for a little bit! Gonna do a read more, and put everything below that!

First, the overarching responses to the questions!

Every person who responded to it said Yes, they think it's okay to write the sides as neurodivergent. One person went on to say:

Which is a fair assumption of what I'm trying to ask, considering the phrasing of the question. However, I do want to clear up, that I asked this question to know your opinions on it, not to ascribe morality to it. I get that the wording is kind of confusing, but I'm unsure of how else to word it.

Next question is this one. I'm asking if they make the sides neurodivergent, which neurodivergencies does the individual give them? There was an other option for any that I didn't list.

As you can see there is a long list, a good chunk of the answers were put in by the people who responded by filling out the other answer box. Here's the ones that were cut off:

To the first one, yeah, that's completely fair. I'm also hesitant to delve into neurodivergencies if I don't feel like I've done enough research or have personal experience with it(and even with personal experience I get scared to do it still).

To the second one, thank you so much for this long list! I didn't know a good chunk of these existed, and this will be so helpful in any future polls about this subject that I do! /gen

The next two questions were optional, and I'll be sharing my favorite answers. The first one:

Why do you/don't you make the sides neurodivergent? And why that/those specific neurodivergency(ies) if you do?

I'll be putting the Image ID here, because some of these screenshots are too small for me to put it in the alt text.

Image ID: 5 screenshots of 5 different replies to the answer above. Screenshot 1 says: I make the Sides neurodivergent because it's mostly me projecting as a neurodivergent person. This includes me leaving things implied as I slowly figure myself out.

Screenshot 2 says: I don't usually focus on that part of the story, it might be implied, but not explicitly said. despite being a neurodivergent myself. Idk I guess I'm just more interested in fun fantasy world than real world problems that kinda stress me out. But I would totally read a fic that focuses on any sort of neurodivergencies!

Screenshot 3 says: I like to because i tend to project my own neurodivergencies onto them, and i use my fic writing as a way to cope with my own internal issues sometimes. Expressing them with problems similar or reminiscent of my own, even if not explicitly so, allows me to figure out and work through my own issues. I have diagnosed ADHD and self diagnosed ASD and C-PTSD, so i find myself able to write about my own experiences through them.

Screenshot 4 says: When I write them this way, it's for the same reason I write them with a handful of physical disabilities. I want to explore the sides struggling with things I struggle with in my life. Because it's cathartic for me and also it falls under the "write what you know" adage. I also find it comforting or cathartic to read about the sides struggling with these or similar things. I think it's important for people without any neurodivergencies to do a lot of research before writing fanfic (or original fiction) with neurodivergent characters. I would do the same for a neurodivergency that I didn't personally have. But people everywhere *are* neurodivergent, there's no good reason *not* to explore these topics in fanfic.

Screenshot 5 says: If it's all the sides with the same diagnosis, that's another thing entirely. Part of it being that it's applying a diagnosis onto a, albeit fictional, version of a real person. I understand that the *Character* Thomas is different from *Real* Thomas, but it still feels weird and icky to do so to me. I won't judge anyone who does so, because that's a me thing rather than a problem thing, but it's just not for me to diagnose someone via fanfiction.

End Image ID

All of these are fair, personal reasons as to why they make the sides neurodivergent or they don't make the sides neurodivergent. (I did not ask if they did or didn't, which was an error on my part imho).

I will say, that in fandom and fanfiction, giving characters neurodivergencies is not the same thing as armchair diagnosing a real person with a neurodivergency, but I totally get how it can feel similar to that. I think for most people, the reason they give the sides neurodivergencies is to feel more connected to these characters that they know and love, or even to explore the characters more.

As for not exploring neurodivergencies in fanfic, there might not be a good reason for it, but there are definitely valid reasons for it. Honestly, even though I hc Remus and Patton as being bipolar(like me), I'm always hesitant to write about it. Mainly because of my own internal anxiety of what if I get this wrong, what if this isn't true for everyone, what if etc... So I completely understand people being hesitant to write the sides as neurodivergent even when they have said neurodivergencies. It's not necessarily a fear that will go away with time, it just becomes easier to overcome some days(at least for me). And to anyone who is unsure about something when attempting to start writing neurodivergencies in fanfic, research and ask questions. There will be those who are willing to answer.

I asked if there were any comments or questions for me, and I'll share these two answers!

Image ID: 2 screenshots, the first one reads: I would love another form like this but specifically for what neurodivergencies people give each side, I’d love to see the data on that

The second one reads: you can do anything you want with characters, they aren’t real, and it isn’t unethical to portray them how you want! in the same way people draw the sides to look physically different from irl thomas, people are going to headcanon their internal lives differently too

End Image ID.

To the first person! That's such a great idea, and I'd love to do it when I have the time/energy for it, maybe sometime this summer?

To everyone who took the time to respond, thank you so much! Your answers have been very insightful, and it was really enjoyable doing this! I hope you all have a wonderful day!

[dotemakesthings]

Chapters: 3/?

Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences 

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

Relationships: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Deceit | Janus Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders & Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders 

Characters: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Deceit | Janus Sanders 

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Alternate Universe - Human, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Identity Porn, Alternate Universe - College/University, Childhood Friends, Bad Parenting 

Summary: 

Virgil’s soulmate, Dee, writes to him on his arm almost every day. He’s supportive, sweet, and everything Virgil could want in a soulmate.

He’s glad for the support when he has to deal with this absolute *asshole* in his English seminar named Janus.

Chapter 3: In which Virgil goes too far.

Taglist under cut:

@awitchbravestheverge

@sometimes-love-is-enough

@prince-rowan-of-the-forest

@fangirlwriting-stories

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Three ships: Prinxiety, Anaroceit, Lily/Bel

First ever ship: Petra/Gabriel (Minecraft storymode)

Last song: I See Fire (cover) by Celtic Women

Last Movie: Ice Age

Currently Reading: Beloved by Toni Morrison (for my uni course, literally kill me)

Currently Watching: Well I'm consistantly trying to catch up on Tango's Decked Out YouTube streams. If you want an actual show I'm watching taskmaster? I'm always watching taskmaster.

Currently eating: nothing

Currently craving: banana bread (I was gonna make some but I don't have any baking paper sob)

9 people! @viola-halogen @goldnskyart @goldenwitherphoenix13 @sad-soup-sonic @prodigal-explorer @glacierruler @failingatfailing @doteddestroyer @awitchbravestheverge (can't believe I actually got 9 lmao)

9 people you would like to get to know better

tysm for the tag @alexmey-does-an-arts!

1. 3 ships; bowuigi, metadede, heavy/medic(I forget the name lol)

2. first ever ship; alphyne

3. last song; Ghost Cowboys by Louie Zong

4. last movie; Midsommar. That was…something

5. currently reading; Dante and Aristotle discover the secrets of the universe. Pretty fire

6. currently watching; JCS criminal psychology

7. currently consuming; nothing

8. currently craving; Iced Cream. About to go get it. I know there’s mind chip in my freezer (:

9 people to tag; @littlegreenwyvy, @garf-official, @d1nosaurpower, @tractor-inside-joke-fucker, @junkydoodlez, @seacrown, @neldu-nak, @darkcanid19, @stormyykat

[iclaimedtobethebetterbard]

Oh, would you be willing to do Anxceit with the prompt Home?

Also if you do could you tag me over at creative-lampd-liberties pls 😊

you got it!! :) @creative-lampd-liberties let’s go with a fantasy au this time!! shaking things up lol. i actually really really love how this turned out??? i got very carried away with it lol. but tbh i’d love to write more for this au sometime and figure out things like how janus and virgil met/got together, and what the others sides’ roles in the au are!! this was very fun to write. hope u enjoy!

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Virgil couldn’t help but break into a grin as the path emerged from the woods into familiar open fields. A small shape, not quite distinguishable, and a thin trail of smoke rising from it were visible in the distance, located just before the path disappeared into another patch of forest. Virgil urged his horse forward. Perhaps it was only his imagination, but it seemed like the creature was eager, too, more willing to hurry than he would normally expect of the horse after so long on the road already.

The dirt road narrowed until it was a path barely big enough for two to walk side-by-side; the tall grass at either side dangled over it, brushing against Virgil’s legs. It was a warm, sunny day, with a few wispy clouds here and there in the sky. That was good, even though it made Virgil in his dark purple tunic and leather armor a little overheated; Janus liked warm weather.

The house in the distance grew bigger and bigger as he drew closer to it. Eventually Virgil dismounted his horse, taking the reins in his hand and heading towards the house at a half-run, the horse following behind him.

He could make out the little cottage clearly now, its walls all of dark gray stone; a split-rail fence bordered the large yard. A handful of chickens, all of them black, were scratching in the dirt. A straw broom was floating upright in the air nearby them—it seemed to be shepherding them, batting them back when they moved too close to the fence. Green smoke trailed from the chimney; the windows were open, tattered black lace curtains fluttering in the breeze. There was a fire in a corner of the yard, a huge black cauldron propped over it. Interestingly, the steam rising from the cauldron was a perfectly normal pale gray color, though Virgil was certain the fire beneath it was far more magical than the one in the inside fireplace.

But much more importantly, in a long black dress with a full skirt and black lace gloves, bending over the cauldron and stirring it with a long, long wooden spoon, a single long braid dangling forward over his shoulder, broad-brimmed pointy hat shielding his face, was Janus.

Virgil slowed as he began to near the gate, drinking in the sight of his husband absorbed in his work. His heart was practically in his throat, which felt suddenly swollen up with emotion; it had been so long.

Janus sprinkled some herbs from a pouch on his belt into the cauldron, then stretched, leaning back. He must have seen Virgil out of the corner of his eye, because he turned sharply toward the gate. His eyes widened and his hand flew to his mouth—he dropped the spoon into the cauldron, and then he was running, sprinting across the yard towards Virgil, one hand clinging to his hat so the wind didn't blow it off, his skirt billowing out behind him. Virgil, a grin splitting his face wide, took a few running steps forward to meet him.

Janus caught him at the gate, not even bothering to open it, simply reaching over it and dragging Virgil in by the front of his tunic and pressing their mouths together in a kiss so desperate and longing that it almost filled, all by itself, the ache of missing-Janus that Virgil had been carrying in his chest for the past eight months.

“You’re home,” Janus said, breaking the kiss with a gasp for air and pressing their faces close together. He climbed up onto the rail of the gate, still clinging to Virgil, and leaned down to kiss him again, warm and clinging and a little messy for how eager and careless it was.

Virgil wrapped his arms about Janus’s knees and lifted him clean over the gate; he twirled him gently, once, twice, and lowered him with care to his feet. “I’m home,” he agreed, his voice hardly more than a hoarse, choked-up whisper.

“It’s been so long,” Janus said, sounding on the verge of tears, and promptly sealed their lips together again.

“I know,” Virgil mumbled against his mouth. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Janus pressed their foreheads together and closed his eyes. “I’d do seeing spells to find you sometimes,” he said wetly. “When I got too lonely. You always looked so tired.”

“I was tired a lot of the time,” Virgil said. He cupped Janus’s cheek in his hand and caressed it with his thumb. “Couldn’t always get myself to sleep right when we made camp in strange places. Too anxious. Damn quests.” He leaned in and kissed his husband once again. “I missed you so.”

Janus made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sniffle, tucking his face into the crook of Virgil’s neck. “You got hurt once.” He sounded almost angry, though it didn’t seem directed at Virgil.

Virgil winced. He had hoped he wouldn’t have to talk about that—his party had encountered a griffin while it was out hunting, and three of them had taken some solid wounds from its claws before they could drive it off. “I did,” he admitted. “But I’m alright now.” That had been months ago, and aside from the scarring on his upper arm, there was little trace it had even happened

“I could have fixed it in an hour if you’d been home,” Janus said angrily into his neck. “You wouldn’t have needed all those awful bandages.”

Virgil wrapped his arms more tightly around Janus. “Well, I’m home now,” he soothed, lifting Janus’s hat long enough to press a kiss to the top of his head. “And perfectly safe and well, even without healing potions from my favorite witch.”

Janus nodded. He reached back with one hand to open the gate, and pulled Virgil through it. “Stay,” he pleaded, clutching at Virgil’s tunic and pulling him further into the yard. “Stay home with me.”

“For as long as I can,” Virgil promised, sliding his arm around Janus’s waist. As he led his horse to the little barn behind the house and stabled him, he didn’t let go of Janus for any longer than he had to.

“I’ll hex the damn king and then he won’t be able to send you on any more quests,” Janus said, frowning, as they exited the barn. “I will. I’d enjoy it.”

Virgil chuckled, even as a shot of fear went through him at Janus even voicing the suggestion. “I’d rather you didn’t get yourself arrested for treason, actually, if it’s all the same to you,” he suggested.

Janus wrinkled his nose. “I wouldn’t get caught.” He sounded disgusted, offended by the mere idea.

“I’m sure,” Virgil said placatingly, pushing open the door of the house. “Even still. Please don’t.” He swept Janus’s feet out from under him and carried him into the house, planting a sweet kiss to his mouth. “There are less drastic measures that could be tried first.”

Janus huffed and looked away. “I’ll consider it,” he said begrudgingly

“Thanks, love.” Virgil kissed his cheek, settling into one of the wooden chairs at the kitchen table and situating Janus more comfortably in his lap. He paused, glancing at the window. “Do you need to put out that fire you had going outside?”

“Oh!” Janus straightened, drew a sigil in the air, and snapped his fingers twice. “Not anymore.” He leaned back into Virgil’s hold. “You should take off your armor,” he suggested, drawing a line along one of Virgil’s pauldrons with his finger. “And relax. Oh, and I’ve been making more hormone potions for you.”

“Oh, good.” Virgil felt a part of himself relax, something deep inside him that had been tense and anxious for so long now he had almost forgotten it. He hadn’t packed enough of the potions when he left; the quest had lasted longer than anticipated, and even trying to make them last, he’d run out a month ago. Of course Janus would have kept track of that. “I’d like that. All the different things you said.”

Janus nodded, hopping to his feet and crossing to the potion cupboard. Virgil took the time to bend down and unbuckle his greaves and his swordbelt, setting them aside.

Janus returned with the potion poured into a wooden mug and helped Virgil out of his pauldrons, bracers, and breastplate, stacking them beside the greaves. The armor really ought to be hung up and out away properly, but Virgil found he couldn’t care less about that; it would survive a few hours on the floor.

“There,” Janus breathed, sounding both satisfied and relieved, as Virgil picked up the mug and downed the testosterone potion in a few swigs. As Virgil set the empty mug down on the table, Janus drew in a sudden, sharp breath, and pressed both his hands to his mouth, staring at him.

“What?” Virgil asked, halfway between confusement and concern.

“You’re really home,” Janus said by way of explanation, his voice shaking slightly.

Virgil held out his arms, and Janus fell at once into them, climbing to straddle his lap and wrap his arms around Virgil’s neck and press their cheeks together. “I want to just stay here,” Janus announced after a moment, “right here, for the rest of the day. And not let go of you even for a minute.”

Virgil turned his head slightly to kiss Janus’s temple, running one hand soothingly up and down his back as the other curled firmly around his waist, holding him in place. “I think that is an excellent idea,” he said.

“Of course it is, I had it,” Janus tossed back idly, but he was smiling wide.

Virgil reached for Janus’s face and pulled him in; Janus went eagerly, eyes falling shut as Virgil pressed their mouths together, trying almost to meld them into one being just by holding Janus as close as he possibly could. They only broke apart after a long moment to breathe, lips barely parting from each other.

Virgil closed his eyes and relaxed, still trading kisses incessantly with his husband, perched happily in his lap.

He really was home.

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[send me a prompt and get a small fic!]

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

Sasha and Nessa are so cute with each other instant bffs I may cry 💖😭

wierd little girl solidarity!!!

[tulipanthousa]

🌼 Pieces verse?

duekceit fuck in the garden only once. they both need a Lot of aftercare after that one, not because it was bad but because reclaiming the space after The Slap was so intense and scary. theyre glad they did it, but they dont do it again

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

I'm so obsessed with them

Also short/tall dynamics mean so much carrying, right??

Just pick him up like a cat. Hold him

I'm squealing at how cute they are im just dbjdjdidkddk aaa, they're rattling around in my skull, I swear

Don't ask why Virgil isn't wearing shoes I don't know why.

@twoalpacas @awitchbravestheverge @goldnskyart

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poll submitted by @awitchbravestheverge

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Submitted by @awitchbravestheverge

[delimeful]

Oh I would absolutely read your original stuff. You have genius level worldbuilding skills!

tysm for your support ;w; <3