#decie sanders

[thedukedudeinadress]

Truth or Dare 5

Remus: Dee, truth or dare?

Deceit: Dare

Remus: Pin me against the wall and kiss me!

Deceit: ...I’m not gonna do that in front of the others

Remus: *looks at the others then back to Deceit* ...they can leave if they want to-

[comically-bad]

Classic style Deceit Sanders in water colours and fine liner, please let me know your opinions! x

[shadowofadalekmightdeactivate]

Some more headcanons because fuck you

-Virgil is Autistic!Roman’s caretaker of sorts because his parents are a little afraid of the poor bean and someone has to treat him like a fucking human being

-Logan will often check on Autistic!Deci if he’s been cooped up for a while to make sure he’s not going stir crazy from boredom and/or shyness

-Patton would legally adopt Autistic!Virgil if a) they weren’t the same age and b) his house wasn’t so goddamn loud because of his doggos

-A!Roman may be one of the few people that can make Virgil sleep. He hums during long periods of sitting down and after a boring night of studying for finals it’s enough to make the anxious boy crash

-No he absolutely does not wake up the next morning snuggling with Roman’s beat-up Stitch toy under a soft blanket

-Roman loves his caretaker with all his heart

[winnie-the-patton]

Headcannon: April Fool's Day is Deceit's favorite holiday

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Dlamp - Dee always flusters the others with his flirting so they decide to get some payback. They all flirt with him all day, making him a very blushy snake.

A M A Z I N G !I   L O V E !P E R F E C T !

[stillebesat]

A Mini’s Pep Talk

December Drabbles Day 7 Sanders Sides: Roman, Mini-Virgil (not Virgil himself just a mini version of him)  Blurb: It shouldn’t surprise Roman, at this point, that on top of an already no good really really bad day he ends up getting attacked by another Side’s Mini-Me while looking for his own. (Takes place after SVS Redux) Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort, Mindscape!AU, Mini-Me!AU, Overall Fic Warnings: Negative Self Talk, Small Injury mention  Taglist in Reblog.

It was no use. Roman exhaled, cautiously pulling open the door to his room a crack so he could peer outside. He’d ransacked his bedroom a good dozen times and his Mini-Me was nowhere to be found.

Just. Perfect.

The grand cherry on top after an already bad day.

We love you. 

Roman hunched his shoulders, well aware that his appearance with his pjs and messed up hair was hardly Princely as he slipped outside and tip-toed past the Others’ rooms. 

“Kingsley.” He hissed, wary of waking up everyone else as he moved down the stairs, phone in hand to act like a flashlight as he shone it over the darkened living room looking for his Mini-Me. “I really really don’t have the energy for this!” 

Of all the days--nights for the scaredy-cat to get it into his head to grow a spine, did he really have to do so at 4 am after Roman had been awake since six trying to get something worthwhile completed after yesterday’s--

We love you. 

He growled, running a hand through his hair before dropping to his knees to peer underneath the couches for the tiny figure dressed in red. “Why do you do this to me?” Surely, the others didn’t have this much trouble with their own mini-selfs. 

If they had mini-selfs to deal with. 

At this point, with all the stupid mistakes he kept making, all the lies he kept believing, it wouldn’t surprise Roman to discover that he was the only Side broken enough to have a mini version of himself manifest as a companion to him. 

A mini version that, despite being scared of his own shadow most days, had decided to leave the safety of Roman’s room and vanish. 

We love you. 

Roman sat up with a shaky sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face to ensure no betraying tears had left his eyes as he looked around the living room, searching for likely spots for his pocket sized self to hide in. “Kingsley.” He called out softly, without much hope of receiving an answer. 

He should just face the facts.

Logan would love that. 

Roman made a face as he pushed numbly to his feet, moving to the kitchen to check the lower cabinets. 

Fact. Kingsley was a scaredy-cat. 

Fact. Kingsley wasn’t in his room.

Fact. Roman had been denounced as a bad guy.

Roman clenched his hands, breath hitching as he turned to the fridge. 

Fact. Kingsley was scared of villains.

Fact. Kingsley was nowhere to be found.

Fact. Kingsley didn’t want Roman to find him.

Perhaps...perhaps it was for the best for his mini-self to have left. He--He deserved a-a better--better Si--

I thought I was your hero. 

Roman grimaced, slumping against the fridge, grabbing onto the top edge to keep him from collapsing to the ground. “Kingsley.” He choked out, closing his eyes. No. It was probably for the best. To..to end things here. “I’m sorry.” 

He didn’t even know how he’d wronged the little guy. But obviously he’d screwed up. Again. Some more. He’d add it to the list. Because obviously Kingsley had heard how much like Remus Roman truly was. How much of a villain he could be.

He’d probably feared for his life and fled. 

“Geez. Stop with the waterworks.” An unfamiliar voice said, just before something sharp stabbed his fingers.

Roman yelped, jerking his hand away from the top of the fridge as he stumbled backwards only to stupidly trip over his own feet and send himself crashing to the tile floor with a loud thud. 

He groaned, closing his eyes. Well, there went being quiet. 

There was a flutter of feathers before a light weight landed on his chest, stalking up to his chin and poking him. “Knights are supposed to not give up without a fight. What’s wrong with you?” The voice demanded.

Roman made a face. What was wrong with him? Where to start? The fact that he was so pathetic that he’d been scared by someone else’s Mini-Me? 

He tilted his head to glare at the tiny person on his chest, only to freeze, heart skipping a beat at seeing a familiar patchwork jacket and dark eye shadow under the eyes. 

A Mini Virgil.

Great. He let his head fall back with a soft thunk on the cold tile, mentally cursing as he ran his thumb over his sore finger tips. “Did you stab me with a toothpick?” 

“No, I bit you.” Mini V retorted jumping up onto Roman’s face, landing on his nose, brilliant white wings flashing in the light of his phone as he kept them half spread. “You honestly think I could stab your fingers all at the same time with a single toothpick?” 

Well...no. “You can’t exactly bite them all at the same time either.” He said, failing to keep the growl from his voice, glaring up at the Mini. “And as you’ve already noticed.” Why did Virgil’s Mini have wings? Kingsley had nothing like that. “I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed. So sorry for not thinking it through. Try Logan next time.”  

The wings fluttered as Mini V narrowed his eyes. “He’s not the one sobbing in the kitchen in the middle of the night.” 

“Yes, I’m a pathetic excuse for a Side, you don’t need to tell me twice.” Roman shot back, raising his hand palm up towards the Mini. “Get off my face before I sneeze you off.” 

V gave the hand a look of disgust before he jumped, wings beating in the air to keep him hovering in place as Roman pushed up onto one elbow. “What is wrong with you? Knights don’t--”

Oh, for the love of Crofters! He didn’t need another person telling him off. “I’m not a Knight!” He interrupted shoving to his feet. “I’m not a Prince. I’m not a Hero.” He spread his arms wide, a bitter smile on his lips as Mini V backed up a good foot from him, eyes wide. “I’m a freaking Nobody who has no place here because no matter what I do, no matter what I say, no matter what choice I pick to try and help Thomas achieve his dreams, it’s always the wrong choice because the bloody RULES KEEP CHANGING!” He yelled, jabbing a finger at the Mini.

V visibly swallowed, wings fluttering as fast as a hummingbird’s. “Roman?” He whispered, a faint squeak to the end of his voice. 

And there he was. Messing things up again. Being the freaking evil twin. Roman slumped, feeling the weight of a mountain settling on his shoulders. “Just--just forget it.” He turned from the frozen Mini, chest twisting with a hollow ache from how he’d just gone off on the little guy. He didn’t deserve that. Especially not for their first meeting. 

Though maybe it was par for the course...considering how awful he’d been to Virgil for most of their lives--it wasn’t like his Mini would have a high opinion of him anyways. 

Roman exhaled, closing his eyes as he crossed his arms. Coward. He couldn’t even face the Mini like a true man. “I’m sorry. You didn’t--I shouldn’t have...gone off like that.” 

If anything it proved that locking himself up in his room for the foreseeable future was the best course of action. 

Especially since yesterday’s debacle with Deci--Janus had already proved that he was a screw up through and through. 

Wrong was Right. Right was Wrong. 

Be Mean to Anxiety because he’s a Bad Guy. 

No. Be Nice to Virgil because he’s actually a Good Guy. 

Be Nice To Deceit because if Virgil was a Good Guy then Deceit could be a Good Guy too despite acting like a Bad Guy. 

No. Be Mean to Deceit because Deceit is Bad. 

No wait, be Nice to freaking Janus because Deceit isn’t actually the Bad Guy after all. 

No. Now Roman was the Bad Guy. Dece-Janus the Hero of the day.

His darkest fear come true. 

It was all topsy-turvy and Roman had been wound up so much through it all that he no longer knew which way was up.

If there was even an up in the first place.  

“Hey.” 

Roman hunched his shoulders, ducking his head as V darted in front of him to block his path out of the kitchen. “It’d probably be best to go back to Virge if you want a True Knight.” He muttered, avoiding eye contact. “I’m not--” 

“Dude!” 

Roman flinched, breath hitching as the Mini landed on his shoulder, wing brushing his cheek before a warm hand grabbed onto his earlobe and tugged hard enough he had to tilt his head to avoid getting it torn off.  

“I will say this as many times as you need to hear it to get rid of whatever earworm is tunneling through your mind right now.” V hissed. “You. Are. Creativity. If you don’t like who you are now, then Change.”

“Change?” Roman repeated like the concept was foreign to him as he eyed the Mini from the corner of his eye. It wasn’t. He just-- 

V huffed, tugging Roman’s ear one more time before he jumped off his shoulder to hover in front of his face. “No one said you had to stick to one role your entire life, Roman.” He gestured towards the staircase. “If that were the case, Virgiepoo wouldn’t have had his little Acceptance Arc with you guys.” 

No, they would still be enemies. Anxiety the Villain. Though really with how awful he’d been to Virge--Roman grimaced. “Yes, but--” 

“But nothing.” V tapped his nose, leaning forward until Roman had to take a step back or else go cross-eyed. “You’re not a hero? Fine. You’re not a prince? Fine. You’re not a Knight--well that sucks because they’re rather cool--”

Roman couldn’t help but smile a little bit at that. They were cool. It was why he’d been one for so long.

V smiled back, shrugging a shoulder. “But whatever. It’s Fine. You get to decide how you want to be you.” 

Roman huffed a near laugh, leaning against the wall as he ran a hand through his hair. “You make it sound so easy.” But he’d been Prince Roman for...well ever. Could he ever be thought of as anything else?

“I do. It’s not. Trust me.” V fluttered his wings wide, drifting closer. “You’re not the only Side still figuring himself out, Ro, even if it feels like you are right now. Thomas is constantly growing and changing. It would be silly if his Sides remained stagnant when he’s in motion.” 

It was silly. None of them were exactly the same Side they had been when they first started to interact with Thomas. It was just--he’d been the same Prince Roman for--well ever. He lowered his head, taking a slow breath. “What if…” He swallowed, forcing himself to look up. “What if they don’t like the changes I choose to make? What if they want me to stay the Prince and I can’t--”

“Then screw them.” V said, holding up his middle fingers. “And in the words of our dearest PatteyCake, I will physically fight them.” He threw a couple of air punches. “For not accepting you for who you want to be when you’ve tried so hard to accept them.” 

Well then. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards as a flicker of warmth seemed to grow in his chest. It was nice to know he has one person in his corner. Though he wouldn’t bank on it lasting too long. Not with his current track record. But for now..after the day he’d had....it was a nice feeling. “Do you always lurk around in the dark waiting to give pep talks?” He asked, pushing away from the wall. 

V did a lazy loop in the air before landing on his shoulder, making himself comfortable as Roman climbed the stairs back to his room. “Only to people I like.” 

[isabel3710]

Quarantine Birthday

Sander Sides Fanfiction

Summary: It is Thomas' Birthday and the Sides find a way to celebrate despite having to self Quarantine.

Word Count: 359

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By now it was common that whenever it was a Side’s birthday Patton would throw them a party to celebrate. Of course, Patton was unable to do it alone. Since the party was usually held in the real world Thomas was a large factor when it came to party planning. Thomas would always do so much to help Patton and the other Sides celebrate their birthdays… yet none of them celebrated his.

Now, that wasn’t to say Thomas never celebrated his birthday, but it was usually with family or friends and not with the sides. He didn’t mind though, after all he didn’t need some fancy party or grand gesture to know that people cared about him.

—

Thomas sat rewatching the first season for Gravity Falls, despite it being his birthday he didn’t do a whole lot. After all, there wasn’t much you could do when everyone had to self quarantine. Although some of his friends did ding dong ditch him presents and cards, so that was nice.

“Hey kiddo!” Patton said when he popped up.

Thomas jumped, startled before realising who it was “oh hey Pat. What up?”

“Are you busy?”

“Uh… no. Why?”

“Come to the Mind Place” The moral side said, sinking out.

Frowning to himself Thomas closed his eyes and imagined himself in his Mind Space. When he opened his eyes he was standing in the living of the Mind Place but it looked different than he remembered. It was decorated like there was a party…

“Happy Birthday Thomas!” Patton cheered as Thomas realized just what was going on.

“What?” Was all he could say.

“It’s your birthday you moron.” Virgil said “did you really think that we wouldn’t celebrate?”

“We felt bad that you couldn’t spend your birthday with your friends or family this year.” Patton said “so we decied that we would celebrate with you!”

“You all decided this?” Thomas asked, looking around at his Sides.

“Yes.” Logan confirmed.

“Do you like it?” Patton asked.

Thomas grinned “I love it!”

Yeah sure this pandemic might be scary but because of his Sides Thomas knew that in the end it would all be okay.

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Happy Birthday Thomas! Thank you for all that you do and making me smile. It is because of you that I am able to accept my sexuality and be my true self!!! I love you, happy birthday 

@thatsthat24

[remy-dad-sanders]

WAKE UP

Ah!

He jumps, confused

What’s going on- what? Decy?

He looks around for Declyn, not immediately registering them

( @declyn-dontlietome-sanders )

[well-love-has-failed-me]

WAIT WHY AM I RELATING TO HIM

I can’t even focus on the video because I just keep saying “hi baby!!! Baby boy!!!! Hi!!!!” every time a side pops up

[thedukedudeinadress]

Virgil @ Deceit:

[youtuber-sides]

Safe and Sound - Prinxiety

This is either a one-shot or a first chapter. You people can decide.

~#~#~

I remember tears streaming down your face

No… not, not Princey… He’s a prince… he can’t just… no…

when you said I’d never let you go

He just… no… It’s just fake, it’s just the Imagination playing tricks on me…

When all those shadows almost killed your light

Morali- wait no Patton- is trying to pull me away. He’s screaming something I can’t hear…

I remember you said

No… no… they don’t understand… I can’t just- just leave him… leave him alone…

don’t leave me here alone

It just, took him… the darkness… I can’t leave him…

But all that’s dead and gone and passed tonight

Logic- Logan- he’s trying to… he’s trying to take Princey from me… not Roman… I won’t let him go…

Just close your eyes,

“-irgil! Virgil!” Patton’s still pulling at me uselessly. “We need to go, it’s not safe!”

the sun is going down

Even Decie- Ethel- is trying to get me to leave. Don’t they understand? I can’t leave.

You’ll be alright,

I have to- I have to save him. I have to avenge him.

no one can hurt you now

Thomas is here too, he’s to the side, begging me to leave, stuttering from terror at the enemy.

Come morning light,

I slowly stand up, much to their relief. It’s short lived, though, as I turn to face the darkness, the side moving closer, and closer, and closer.

you and I’ll be

I can hear them yelling at me, yelling for me to come back, as I step forward, away from them and away from Roman’s- Roman’s body

safe and sound

Depression- Korth- smirks, the darkness behind him growing. I can’t even see Roman’s kingdom anymore.

Don’t you dare look out your window

It’s barreling towards us, and my only thought, the only phrase to leave my mouth, is, "NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF ANXIETY.”

Darling everything’s on fire

His face falls, and the wall of darkness falters, before seizing forward again. “NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF FEAR.”

The war outside our door keeps raging on

Korth’s steps falter, the darkness receeding a bit. “NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF CAUTION.”

Hold on to this lullaby

He hesitantly continues marching forward, the darkness swirling and morphing in tune with Korth’s emotions. “AND NEVER. NEVER. UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER FAM-ILY.”

Even when the music’s gone

The sides behind me, and Thomas, back up, as a wave of purple light bursts from me.

Gone

Korth laughs, “You think that a little pathetic wave of light is going to stop me? Ha! My function is depression, sweetie. No little light will get rid of me.”

Just close your eyes

Virgil scoffs, “LITTLE LIGHT? TRY AGAIN, BITCH.” An even brighter light surrounds him, shining out, preventing anyone from seeing him. Once he’s visible again, the sides are shocked by the change.

The sun is going down

Virgil has grown some form of what looks like lavender angel wings, which are flapping, keeping him in air. However, these are contrasted by the black and purple horns sprouting from his head. His skin changes from his usual pale to having a softly glowing purple hue, with black, violet, and grey glowing lightning bolts curling and decorating the surface. His eyes have turned to empy black sockets, with an eerie purple glowing light in the back. His nails have grown deadly sharp, and his feet are donned in gladiator sandals. In his right hand, he wields a large cutlass, much larger than normal. The blade has a glow to it, much like the purple orb of light in his left hand.

You’ll be alright

Korth shrinks back, and the darkness begins thinning and receding. “I AM VIRGIL SANDERS. MY PRIMARY FUNCTION IS ANXIETY. HOWEVER, WHAT FEW KNOW, IS THAT I AM ALSO HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCT. AND I DON’T ALWAYS FLEE.”

No one can hurt you now

Korth turns, moving hastily down the hill, away from the large and protective threat that is Virgil. “YOU ARE THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR CREATIVITY’S- ROMAN’S- DEATH. YOU. WILL. KNOW. FEAR.”

Come morning light

Virgil slings the ball of light at Korth’s turned back, sending him flying. The other sides are shocked at his aggression. “YOU KILLED HIM! YOU. WILL SUFFER!” At this, he slings another ball of light, landing quickly on his feet and attacking with his sword.

You and I’ll be

“YOU WILL BE EXTINGUISHED. YOU WILL BE DESTROYED AND SENT TO THE SUBCONSCIOUS.” He swings the sword again, aiming for vital locations. He lets out a warped scream of war, echoing through the air.

Safe and sound

With one last slice, Depression starts to disintegrate, his entire being, darkness and all, fading to be forgotten in the subconsciousness of Thomas’ mind. On that thought, Virgil remembers the others waiting behind him with Roman’s b-body.

Just close your eyes

He turns and slowly walks back towards them, more of his attributes fading with each step. The first to leave are his wings. Next, his horns. His nails shrink back, and his shoes fade away. The sword and ball of light are the next to go, disappearing like they were never there. His skin fades back to normal, and as he reaches them, his eyes fade. He falls forward, Ethel and Thomas catching him.

You’ll be alright

The first thing Virgil realizes when he wakes up, is that it’s very bright. He groans, covering his eyes with his arm slung across his face. Rolling over, he winces, suddenly realizing that there’s a sharp pain in his back. The door opens, and he attempts to pull himself up, quickly stopped by Patton rushing in to gently push him back down. “No, no, no, kiddo. Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself more, and you want to be able to see Roman, right?”

Come morning light

Virgil tilts his head, confused. “Wh-what do you mean? Roman’s, Roman’s dead. He- Depression- Korth killed him. I saw it.”

Patton smiles gently. “Do you remember what happened after?”

You and I’ll be

At Virgil’s head shake, he continues, “You got mad. You started glowing and floating, and then you grew wings and horns and you had a sword and little balls of light in your hands, and you just attacked him. Your voice went all distorted, too. You killed him, I think.”

“I- What?” Virgil shakes his head. “No, no, no, no, I didn’t kill anyone. I wouldn’t. Roman is- was the hero. The fighter.”

Safe and sound

A new voice joins the conversation. “Ah, yes, but apparently, when I am severely wounded, you become an amazing and protective fighter.”

Virgil starts, and turns to the other side of the bed, tackling Roman in a hug, sobbing. “I thought you were dead. I thought Korth- I thought he- I thought he killed you.”

“Well, here I am, safe and sound, thanks to you.”

Oooooo, oooooooo...

~#~#~

Thank you for reading, and feel free to give suggestions or prompts or if you want it to continue. I enjoyed writing this. I suppose I might start a tag list if this gets positive feedback.

@thatsthat24

[winnie-the-patton]

Introducing: Winnie-the-Decy

After thinking about it a lot, I think I've changed my mind. I love Patton a lot, and always will, but I mean... Deceit is just so freaking cool. I've decided he's my favorite Sander Side.

This may come as a shock to some of you, but hear me out:

-He's got hella rad makeup, doing a cosplay of him would be so fun!

-He's already got a yellow color scheme, so obviously he's much more compatible with Winnie the Pooh.

-He's got easily to best music in the series.

-If a dish washing emergency breaks out, HE'S READY.

-Everyone loves the villain, and unlike Virgil, he's ACTUALLY a villain.

-The Snake Boi needs more love

So yes, from now on I shall be Winnie-the-Decy in honor of the BEST Sander Side, Deceit. A URL change will be coming soon

Gotta love dat Snake Boi 💖🐍

[ifeellikeameowster]

Sanders Ships as Vines Part 2

More Sanders Sides ships as vines. Roceit Edition.

Roceit: 

* Deceit disguises himself as a police officer they met recently, no one is fooled by this *

D- Do you know why I pulled you over today?~

R- I don't know, cause you saw how good I was looking?~

D- * startled chuckle *

D- * swats playfully at him * Have a good day, Ro~ * blows kiss *

R- * blows kiss back * Fuck yeah!~

Roceit 2:

* showing up in matching theater costumes *

R- What up, this is me and my drama bro Deci and we got mad swag!

D- * turns to Roman * You're cute~

R- * turns to him and melts into a smile *

R & D- * puts hands gently on each other's cheeks *

L, P, & V- ???

Roceit 3:

R- Wow, look at these glitter gel pens!

D- Roman, that's gay.

R- Deci, we've been dating-

Roceit 4:

D- Objection, your honor!

R- What is it?

D- * blows kiss *

R- * smiles and blushes *

D- * winks *

R- * clears throat * Overruled!

Roceit w/ Platonic Moceit:

P- Okay, we're gonna practice your honesty!

D- * already pouting * Sssure...

P- So just say the first thing that comes to your mind!

D- Okay...

P- Firetruck.

D- Ha, red! Nailed it. I win~

P- Not a competition, kiddo. Okay next word...Roman.

D- Gorgeous. Wait, fu-

P- * gasps * Language! But also oh my gosh! * excited giggling *

D- Oh no.

[alilfroginacove]

Meet Virgil!

• 17 years old

• He does ballet, contemporary, and jazz

• He has been dancing at Generation Studios since he was three

• He wants to go professional

• Teaches a couple classes, generally with Patton, and can also substitute for the younger classes. He is always lowkey terrified, but the kids love him

• He dances to relieve stress and anxiety, so the studio owner Remy, or Mr. Sleep as he is affectionately called, he allows him to use the studio after hours

• Decyln's ex. Decy cheated on him and when V found out, Decyln was immediately dumped (and decked by Patton, but no one knows it was him)

• He is now dating Patton, and is a Happy Gay Boi

• He is also in a queerplatonic relationship with Logan, and has been for two years!

• He lives with his mom, his Dad walked out on them when he was really little

• Remy is basically his adopted father, but both would deny it if ever asked

Meet Logan!

• They are 17 years old

• They do hip hop, ballet, and jazz

• They have been dancing at Generation Studios since they were four

• They also want to go professional and are considering Broadway

• They love the way dance can be sharp, clean, and precise, so their dancing reflects that

• They are punk, aro-ace, and nb

• They have been best friends with V since they met

• They are now in a queerplatonic relationship, and Lo is very protective of V. Can, will, and has decked people who have bothered him

• They somehow have the time to get A's. They joke that they sold their souls for those grades

• Remy is not 100% convinced that they didn't

• Speaking of Remy, those two are the original founders of the Protect Virgil Squad. They are considering making shirts

• Has been in a few musicals. The first time was because of Roman, but they found that they loved it and has since done more

Now meet Patton!

• 17 years old

• He does jazz, contemporary, and hip-hop

• He has been dancing since he was three, but joined Generation Studios when he was seven

• Did ballet for a few years and hated it. He thinks it's absolutely beautiful, but he found that it didn't suit him

• He teaches classes on occasion, and subs whenever he is needed. He absolutely loves teaching the little kiddos

• Wants to be a veterinarian, however if the vet thing doesn't pan out, he thinks he may teach dance instead

• Speaking of things panning out, he's pan and makes puns about it regularly

• He is also trans, and currently saving up for top surgery. However, if his dysphoria isn’t too bad that day, he will still occasionally wear skirts. He loves the way they twirl

• A Pure Pastel Boi, who can and will fight people who hurt his famILY

• He is currently dating Virgil, and while people expect V to be the protective one, it's Pat

• He goes to a different school than the others, but will surprise them during lunch on occasion

• He is very tall, which, when necessary, he uses to his advantage

Finally, meet Roman!!

• 18 years old, he was born earlier in the year

• He does musical theatre, jazz, and hip-hop

• He has been dancing since he was five, and transferred to Generation Studios when he was 15 years old

• He wants to do Broadway

• He used to skip homework for dance, however he soon finds out he is going to fail

• He struggles, but the others (especially Logan) help him through it

• When he finds out he passes, he shows everyone and is crying. They throw a party at the studio that night

• He is bi and proud of it. He wears makeup or skirts often. Is a sex-repulsed asexual bean

• Patton adopted him immediately

• Patton makes each of them sexuality-based sweaters. Ro gets an ace one, and treasures it forever

• Roman is always busy, and coupled with his ADHD (combined type), he never gets any sleep

• Has definitely fallen asleep after rehearsals right on the studio floor

Tag List!

@cresstic

@louisthewarlock

@sleepysanders

@not-so-innocent-bi-sander

@nekoabi

[bitchmas-came-early]

Cocoa and Ice Balls

Word count: 1,518

This is my gift for @the-virgil-mary for the Secret Sanders gift exchange. I hope you like it!

TW: Deceit, exclusionism

Patton sat up in bed with a yawn, stretching his arms before freezing in shock as his eyes landed on his window. Through his pastel yellow curtains, he saw something that he could only ever remember happening in the mindscape - snow! There had to be at least three inches of the soft powder! He flung himself out of bed and dashed downstairs to the living room to find everyone else awake and eating breakfast. Almost everyone, anyways.

“Hey kiddos! Where’s Deci?” He asked cheerfully, peering around the corner to see if he was in the kitchen. Virgil scoffed, drumming his fingers on his legs.

“Who cares? All he does is cause problems for everyone else.” He muttered, nibbling at a piece of dry toast, causing Patton to do a quick 180 to face Virgil with a loud gasp.

“Virgil! I am surprised at you! You know better than anyone that it’s important for everyone here to feel loved and cared for!” He scolded lightly, not wanting to upset anyone when he was so excited about all the snow. “Everyone needs to get bundled up and comfy, we’re all going to sip some cocoa and have lots of quality family time!” He said, running back up to Deceit’s room and gently tapping on his door. “Wakey wakey kiddo! We’re gonna have cocoa and watch the snow! Do you wanna come?” He barely finished his sentence before he heard the others response.

“Of course not.”

“Great! Well get cozy and meet us in the living room!” Patton responded with a gentle smile before hurrying to his own room and digging up the Christmas sweater that Roman had made him, as well as some pyjama bottoms. As he changed fairly quickly, he made it downstairs before Deceit.

“So I’m guessing Jekyll and Lies isn’t coming down?” Roman muttered bitterly, crossing his arms over his chest. Patton shook his head with a slightly disappointed sigh.

“He’ll be down here in a second, you had better play nice, Roman.” He paused and glanced at the other two. “That goes for both of you too.” He said sternly. Right then, Deceit near silently came down the stairs, wearing his regular attire, causing Logan to tilt his head to the side in confusion.

“Do you not have anything else, that’s more… appropriate for our activities? Or are you just trying to keep it uh… extra?” The logical side asked, his voice full of uncertainty, clearly not intending to upset the other.

“I have tons of other things, but I’ll be fine.” Deceit muttered, insecurity evident in the way he looked down at the ground. Patton frowned.

“No, no, no! You won’t be as cozy in that! How about something a little more… festive?” Patton summoned up a sweater for the other: A fairly simple yellow and black colour blocked piece, with a few snowflakes and some green wavy details. While he was at it, he also summoned up some grey and black pyjama bottoms.

Deceit looked down at it for a minute, trying to find the right words before whispering, “I absolutely hate it...” causing Patton to break into a huge grin and envelope him in a tight hug.

“I knew you would! Now, go sit down with everyone! I’m gonna start up the cocoa!” Patton said excitedly, pulling away from the other with a joking shoulder shimmy.

“Hopefully this time it won’t get knocked into my lap again by someone.” Roman said, fixing Logan with a pointed stare.

“I’ve already apologised for that!” The other shot back quickly, before taking a breath to calm himself. Didn’t want to have yet another eye injury, after all.

“Come on, everyone! We don’t want to miss the snow! Sit down!” Patton called, heading to the kitchen. Logan, Roman, and Virgil all sat together, but the moment that Deceit sat down, the other three shifted their bodies away slightly. Patton returned after a few minutes, somehow managing to balance five mugs of steaming hot cocoa in his hands, and then passing the mugs to their respective person. Each person wrapped their hands around their mugs, enjoying the warmth they provided. He then noticed the gap between them, and knew exactly what the others did, but played it off for this moment in time. He’d make sure to have a stern talk with them about that later. “Aw, did you guys save me a spot next to Deci? Thank you!” Patton gushed, plopping down and sipping from his mug, leaning against Deceit. He realised, with a smile, that Deceit was leaning back, and slowly, everyone else did as well. Patton couldn’t keep his smile from widening.

“Merry Christmas, kiddos.” Patton murmured, taking a sip of his cocoa. Deceit shifted slightly, turning to look at Patton.

“You know, I’m totally hating this and all but… it sounds really terrible and… non-enjoyable to have a snowball fight with you guys.” He offered nervously, glancing around at the others. Virgil snorted in response.

“Yeah, in your dreams, snake boy.” The hoodie-clad boy sneered, cuddling closer to Logan. “Nobody wants to go out in all that except for you.” Patton quickly turned and shot the others a warning look, clearly wanting them to support Deceit’s idea.

“As much as I want to go with it… I just styled my hair, and it’s so hard to maintain all this with all the cold and moisture out there. Sorry you two, I’m not going out there any time soon.” Roman huffed in response, fixing his hair as he spoke. All that was left now was Logan. Patton sent him puppy dog eyes at the same time that Virgil sent him a look.

“I- you guys can’t possibly expect me to choose between you.” He started, before Virgil gently elbowed him in the side. “Right, it’s not a good idea for us to go out there. While the cold weather on its own isn’t enough to make us sick, we’d be much more susceptible to illness if we get cold and wet from frolicking in the snow. Not to mention the risk of injury from accidental - or purposeful - ice balls thrown at someone. I’d much rather stay in here, where it’s warm.” Logan glanced down at Virgil, who seemed pleased with his answer, and was curled up next to him once more. Deceit deflated, and set his mug down before standing.

“No, no, it’s totally fine guys. I was obviously joking. Come on, you know me. Going out into the snow? Pfft. I wouldn’t want anything like that.” He said, voice wavering as he attempted to exit the room without alerting the others of his own emotions. Patton frowned.

“Deci, wait-”

“I’m fine, Patton. Don’t worry about me.” Deceit snapped, rushing up the stairs and into his room, the slam of his door echoing down to where the other four were sitting.

“Guys! Wasn’t that a little insensitive to his feelings?” Patton scolded, standing up as well. “Deci is a part of this family, whether you guys like it or not, so you’d better get used to him. I’m going to go upstairs and talk to him, and when I come back down, I expect to a full apology from each and every one of you, got it?” He asked, his tone implying there was no room for negotiation.

“Got it.” The others muttered in unison. “But I’m not gonna be happy about it.” Virgil added. Patton frowned once more.

“Virgil, buddy, I know you two don’t get along well, but you need to at least try, okay? For me?” He asked. Virgil simply sighed and nodded in response. "Thank you. Now, I never wanted to ever say this to you guys, but you all leave me no choice. I’m very disappointed in you." Patton said, wincing slightly as the others hung their heads, ashamed, but hurried upstairs to Deceit’s room. “Hey, kiddo, how about you and I go play in the snow on our own? Come on, it’ll be so much fun!” There was a beat of silence.

“Yeah, I totally want to go have a snowball fight with only you because the others, that absolutely want me there with them, definitely didn’t shoot down my idea. That’s totally not sad and pathetic!” He muttered in response, his voice tearful and shaking.

“Deci, are you… crying?” Patton asked gently, slowly opening his door. Deceit was sitting against the wall beside the door, and quickly went to rub away the tears that were running down his cheeks.

“No.” He grumbled. “I… I don’t know if I want to go out there anymore.” Patton moved to sit in front of him, disregarding the shiver that ran down his back the minute he stepped in the room.

“It really will be a lot of fun out there, I promise. I won’t let anyone be rude to you, they know better than that. So, what do you say?” There was a very long pause before Deceit finally spoke again.

“I guess not..” He said warily. Patton jumped up with an excited clap of his hands.

“Great! You go change, and I’ll meet you downstairs, okay?”

“...Okay.”

A/N: I’m so sorry to end it like that, but the deadline kind of jumped at me with all of the concerts and shows that I was a part of this month. Anyways, I hope that you like this piece nonetheless. If requested, I might take this and make it into a full fledged fic, because I kinda got into the groove after the first half of this. Happy holidays! This was really fun to write, and I hope to be a part of it next year, if we keep it going!

Taglist-ish: @secretsanders @fullofshi-cago 

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Another day in the sun

King of the Squirrels (Mark Ego) and Deceit (Sanders Side) ship/fluff fic Yeet I actually wrote a full short fic right after posting that I might, good job me! Pages: 3 Words: 1851 Characters: 9856 Characters excluding spaces: 8016 (written in google docs) Some Backstory for this AU that probably isn’t even important to the story tbh: Deceit’s position in the Sanders house is mostly canonical but instead of him lying by choice it’s a curse that he can occasionally get around but it takes quite a bit of focus so it’s usually easier to just lie in such a way that (most) people realize he’s lying. King is .. immortal? Possibly, or just has an unusually long lifespan, and was born into the title of being King of the Squirrels but for reasons I have yet to decide he lived as an orphan in his younger years. Also he can draw out squirrel traits similar to Squirrel girl, like a tail, teeth, claws, and so on. Ah, and Kings actual name is Arthur- because I’m a nerd Both are part of a project put together by the Dark of that world to bring all the alter egos together for safety of those egos and of humans in the case of not so safe egos, they live in an old abandoned hospital that’s being refurbished to have some areas more like an apartments area, except fancier. Okay that’s probably more bg info than needed for a short little fluff fic but if I ever post anymore about this AU/couple I can just repaste that like a cheater XD Anyway, onto the story!

King and Deci lay in the secret courtyard, basking in the sun next to each other while talking quietly about everything and nothing- though most of the talking was done by King, annd the courtyard wasn’t all that secret as it was open to everyone else that lived there, but no one else seemed interested in exploring the place long enough to find it. Deceit much preferred it this way, if more people started coming here he’d probably feel less comfortable doing so himself and thus lose his comfort zone. He didn’t mind King however, and in fact he may even consider him a friend, though he doubted he could even say such to King himself. King accepted him and understood his tendency to lie, well as best as one could without actually living it, unlike most anyone else he’d met that is and his appreciation of that fact ran deeper than he could ever say.  He told himself the warmth he felt in his chest when he was around was due to that and nothing else. It took Deci some time to realize that King had stopped talking about the shapes of the clouds, but when he did his eyes were immediately drawn to him with curiosity and perhaps a bit of concern, sometimes when King went silent he would get a sad look about him that Deci absolutely hated. However, when he lifted up onto his elbows he ended up smiling softly in surprise of the sight before him, almost delighted in sense to see he’d simply fallen into a peaceful slumber, rather than a harsh memory. Deci purses his lips thoughtfully at the sight before him, then a slow grin spreads across his face along with a baffling and playful urge he gave into on impulse- which was to reach over and poke his cheek gently. No reaction. At least not from King, Deci himself ends up turning onto his stomach and pressing his hands to his face and his face to the ground in embarrassment of himself. After a short time he felt compelled to look to him again, and so he did, just sort of staring for a long moment and then flushing faintly and averting his eyes with an ashamed look because that was probably creepy- especially since it was him. He sighs and rolls onto his back once more… but no matter how much he tries he seemingly can’t resist the urge to look over to him, and so he does so with a faint pout that falls away the long he looked at him. As usual King’s crown wasn’t even on his head but instead had tipped back into the dirt, it always seemed to be falling off much to Deci’s silent amusement, his red cape was spread out like a small blanket beneath him. Sometimes King would wear a kingly outfit, but today he kept it simple with a muted red long sleeve pushed up to his elbows and jeans, which gave a strange contrast to the crown and cape but Deci of course thought it was cute- He immediately looks away and bites his lip at the embarrassing thought. Do friends think friends are cute? He wouldn’t know, he doesn’t have any. Another, heavier sigh deflates him a bit and he slowly returns his attention to King, if only to not dwell on the vaguely sombering thoughts. Rather than being drawn to his appearance or clothing, this time his eyes were drawn to the empty space next to him, with the way King had his arms tucked under his head someone could lay right next to him rather easily- He jerks his head to the side to look away again and actually brings his hands up to bap his own head gently as if that would chase away his thoughts. It did not. For a time he simply lays there and stews in his own embarrassing and confusing thoughts, not even certain if they were normal thoughts to have of a friend. The feeling of an acorn pelting him from the branches above gets a jolt and then a grumpy glare at the squirrel who’d thrown it, he nearly asks out loud what that was even for but he didn’t want to disturb King so he just does something that was perhaps a bit childish but both made him feel better and let out a soft breath of amusement in place of a laugh, which was: he stuck out his tongue at the squirrel. Shaking his head at himself more than the squirrel his eyes inevitably go back to King, as if to share the lighthearted moment with him, but of course he was still asleep. Yet another sigh deflated his body briefly, his fingers started tapping and then drumming on his arm, why was it so silent when King wasn’t awake to chatter his ear off? He debates trying to sleep as well, but his brain was just too busy with thoughts.. Most of them were of King and what it might feel like to lay next to him.. Or even to.. His face flushes at the thought of cuddling him. Do friends cuddle? As if it mattered, he’d probably never find it in himself to ask… but then again he wouldn’t really need to ask if he tried to right now… ugh that sounded creepy.. He hated being creepy.. But he hated the lonely feeling weighing on his chest even more. Another sigh and he relents and scoots just a bit closer, close enough to clearly hear his soft rhythmic breathing which gave him at least a little comfort. Would King get angry with him if he did try to cuddle him? He knew quite a few people who hated the feeling of his scales.. But then again King was so sweet, and even when it came to his scaling he seemed more curious and interested than repulsed. Deci could still recall when King first asked him if he could feel his scales, he’d been hesitant but eventually allowed it.. And silently revelled in the feeling while also hoping he wouldn’t know the blush it brought. Outside of Schneep helping him to maintain his scales with lotions and oils no one ever really touched them, and it wasn’t in his nature to admit out loud that the feeling severely comforted him, it could be equated to the comforting feeling one gets when their hair is played with. Which he only knows because he also finds that comforting, and well.. He’s shamefully paraded as Patton once or twice for minor physical affections like hugs and head pats, but that option was thrown out the window when he was outed to having such an ability in the last video. Now he was too afraid to even try, certain that the others would laugh at and scorn him for seeking comfort of any sort. How many sighs did that make? His attention returns to King for comfort, still asleep. He purses his lips and scoots a touch closer, close enough that they weren’t touching but he could feel the warmth practically radiating off of him. In that moment Deci compared him to a walking sun, warm and inviting and relaxing, from the very moment he’d met him he had been exactly that. Which only made it harder for Deci to ignore his current feelings, and yet harder to act on them for fear of losing that sun. Another sigh to the counter as his eyes go to the sky again, looking at the clouds that King so admired earlier. Was cuddling so forbidden for him? Why couldn’t he simply move the last little way over to him? He chewed his lip harshly as he ever so slowly moved over close enough that their sides touched, then he squeezed his eyes shut and sighed again before opening them and slowly turning on his side with intents to let his head rest on King’s shoulder and his arm to go over him. However, the moment King moved that plan went out the window and he jerked the other way to lay on his side with his back to him, eye wide for a long heart pounding moment, ears perked to their absolute acuteness. The wind rustled through the leaves, the squirrels chattered and ran about as normal, the sun warmed the Earth, and his breathing was settling into a soft rhythmic sound again, everything was the same. Deci lets out a long slow breath before slowly turning to peek over his shoulder to see that King was indeed still asleep, his teeth found his bottom lip once more to worry at as he slowly, so painstakingly slowly, lowered himself back down to laying right next to him. Perhaps he should leave it at this? Perhaps this was enough? Another sigh. It wasn’t, he wanted more contact, but feared rejection so horribly much that he felt rooted in place, and so he let his eyes fall shut and forced himself to focus on the sun for now. He could try again more later. When Arthur woke up it was only because a squirrel was tapping on his cheek, so he turned his head to listen to the report it wanted to give, then huskily mumbled out a reply to send it on it’s way. After the squirrel was gone he yawned with nearly his entire being, feeling much too comfortable in the sun he turns the other way and decides to apologize to Deci both for falling asleep and because he fully intended to sleep more. However he froze and blinked a few times when he saw hair much closer to his face than he was expecting, why only hair? Well a simple look down would reveal because Deci had only made it far enough to lay his head somewhat on Arthur’s arm- more so the edge of it. Despite that he was fully facing Arty and curled up into a partial fetal position that had Arty giving him a soft smile, while also wondering why he didn’t just lay on his chest, but since he was clearly asleep he didn’t have the chance to ask. Arty took all of two seconds to decide that he’d prefer his friend be more comfortable than he currently looked, so he lowered the arm next to him to wrap around behind him a bit, then he carefully inched it under him and sort of shuffled him up onto his chest. Deci easily gave into the movement and shuffled a bit closer in the process, giving a little yawn that was a bit high pitched and utterly adorable in Arthur's eyes, before wrapping an arm around Arthur's chest and then even sliding a leg over one of his. Arty chuckles at the surprising clinginess and gives him a small half hug squeeze with the arm he kept around him, then just shimmies in place for a moment to settle back in place and lets his eyes fall shut. He was asleep again within moment, even more comfortable than before. Taglist: @imagine-eragons @raeofthelight @browniebri @ekhoecho @fangirltothefullest @ anyone else who cares to read lol