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warcats-cat · 2 years ago

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Pumpkin Seeds and Cherry Syrup

A/N: If people can have Christmas in July, then I can have Halloween in March! I had wanted to post this for Halloween but the time got away from me, and then it just felt too short. But I fleshed the idea out a little so, please enjoy some spoopy family fluff featuring a Human, a Gargoyle, and four puffballs of unknown species.

Once again a gift for my beloved @muppenthings, who's adorable AU's and OC's inspire me and comfort me more than words can say. I love these little nuggets so much <3

Also, as always, please let me know if I need to add any tags! Enjoy!!

Read on Ao3.

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"Virgil…" Roman's voice was hesitant, nervous, "What is this?"

The gargoyle in question had the grace to at least look a little sheepish, as he tried unsuccessfully to hide the large knife he was holding behind his back. Instead of answering, the gargoyle's smile grew more nervous as he said, "You're home early."

Roman continued on to look around in stunned confusion, taking in the house around him. There were spider webs in every possible corner and crevice; plastic bats, both cartoon and realistic, hung haphazardly from the ceiling. The kitchen table was (thankfully) covered in plastic tarp, and on the counter was a line of incredibly detailed jack-o'-lanterns, each dedicated to a different classic horror film. The gargoyle's fangs dripped with cherry syrup blood.

"My brother brought some weed to the party and was trying to start something I didn't want to be around for…" Roman replied, looking around the suddenly spookified house. He dropped the backpack he'd been holding with a soft thud.

Chirping sounded from the kitchen table, and Roman moved a bit to see, sure enough, all four of the little muppets on the table. Seemingly painstakingly separating pumpkin seeds from pumpkin pulp.

All of them in little costumes.

Roman felt a little smile breaking out across his face. "You know, if you wanted to decorate, you could have just asked." Removing his shoes, he finally moved away from the front door to inspect the decorations. There were cartoonish pictures that changed depending on the angle you looked at. The windows were splattered with more cherry syrup. The living room looked like the Pumpkin King himself had thrown up on it.

The Muppets cheerfully greeted the artist, Heart sitting back in his hind legs and wheeking until Roman gave him a little scratch under his chin. The little blue puffball was dressed like a tiny pumpkin himself, right down to a little hat with the pumpkin stem.

Stormy was also fittingly dressed, with miniscule horns and devil wings. He squeaked at Roman with a surprising smile on his face, and then from behind one of the pumpkins pulled a piece of candy corn, cut in half. Roman really hoped Virgil hadn't given the muppet a lot of those…

Sherlock's costume was probably the most fitting: teeny goggles and a white lab coat. He seemed to be leading the group effort of cleaning the pumpkin seeds, but paused obligingly for an ear scratch with a low whistle.

Goldie's costume was by far the most confusing; they also had a little lab coat, but it had been cut down the middle, with a black suit/cape thing sewn to be the other half. They also had a little bowler hat balanced between their feathery antennae, and they peeped with their typical regal air in lieu of letting Roman pet them.

Roman gestured vaguely to the table, looking once more to his gargoyle roommate for help.

Virgil lit up a little more as he pointed to each Muppet in turn, "Obviously, our little phone thief had to be a mad scientist. And happy little buddy was kinda too cute to not dress him up like a pumpkin." He paused, reaching for Stormy, who hissed and snapped a few times before grumpily allowing Virgil to lift him. Virgil looked far too pleased with himself as he said, "devil baby."

Stormy squawked and began to wiggle once more until Virgil released him. With a final attempt at a menacing hiss (which sounded surprisingly similar to an upset kitten), Stormy waddled back to his pumpkin seed cleaning.

"Okay…" Roman watched the angry Muppet chitter to his friends, before a smile broke out on the artist's face. "You know, one of these days Stormy's going to leave something nasty on your head for when you wake up, and you're totally going to deserve it."

Virgil shrugged, still smiling himself. "Eh. He deserves it too." He shrugged, and finally gave Goldie, who had been waiting for their red carpet announcement with surprising patience, a little pat.

"Ok, but explain them to me." Roman asked, looking over the long-furred floof. They were purring under the attention, posing like a glamorous little fashionista in the gargoyle's hands.

"Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde." Virgil replied, looking sheepish. "I was having trouble with a good character for them, but they liked the cape and the little hat." He released Goldie back to the table with the others, who had apparently decided on a break and begun munching on some of the seeds.

"Speaking of," Roman started, taking another look at the extravagant decorations. "Where did you get all of this?"

"That craft store down the street." The gargoyle said simply. Roman let the silence hang for a moment, before prompting again.

"And where did you get the money for all of this?" He eyed Virgil playfully, but also a bit nervous. His budget was tight enough as it is. But Virgil simply shrugged again.

"Well, the store was open but nobody was there! I only grabbed a few things. Nobody followed me or anything." He looked almost proud of himself; almost smug. He knew fully well what he had been doing.

The stone trickster probably waved at the anti theft cameras on the way out, too.

Roman sighed, shaking his head, but he couldn't help the wide grin on his face. "I cannot believe you, but also, I'm not even a little bit surprised," he said. He finished putting his things away while the gargoyle carefully finished cleaning out another pumpkin, dumping the mess into (Roman assumed) the designated area for fresh pumpkin seeds.

Roman took his time walking through the kitchen, inspecting the different jack-o'-lanterns lined up there. It, The Thing, The Shining, The Exorcist, and Saw so far. There was a little bowl of water with various wood carving utensils soaking off vegetable matter in the corner.

"Where did you learn this? These are so cool…" Roman said softly as he took in the fine details.

"Black magic," the gargoyle responded simply with a mischievous smirk; Roman rolled his eyes, but said nothing more as Virgil grabbed a few tools from the bowl and lined up the freshly hollowed pumpkin.

The artist watched in rapt attention as the logo from the original Halloween movie began to take shape, wondering if this was what the gargoyle (or perhaps the muppets) felt when they watched him paint.

After a while, he spoke up again, "So… they know they can't keep all those seeds, right? They'll never finish them all before the seeds go bad…" Virgil only shrugged, taking a long time to carefully carve thin slivers for the light to shine through, as if he was creating shading on a pumpkin.

"You and me are gonna eat some of them too." The gargoyle finally replied.

At that, Roman moved into Virgil's view, raising an eyebrow in lieu of asking out loud. The gargoyle shrugged again.

"I heard you and Re talking about Halloween a week ago, okay? You sounded like you missed being a kid a little bit. So I've got the Bugs cleaning the seeds off, and we'll bake most of 'em for them, but you're gonna show me how to roast a couple cupfulls like you said your mom used to, and we're gonna watch scary movies."

Roman felt his face warm up a little, and he looked away for a moment.

"That's, uh, really nice of you, Virge." He said softly.

The gargoyle grinned again, all sharp teeth and excited eyes. "Don't know what you're talking about; this is an entirely selfish endeavor." Virgil said, but Roman only shook his head. His trickster roommate had really gone all out for this after all.

Roman left the gargoyle to his work, wanting to watch the muppets a while. It looked like Sherlock was leading the efforts, but all four of them were working equally. Sherlock and Goldie were passing the seeds along, inspecting each one as they went. Every once in a while, one would make a high whistle, pull the seed from the pile, and nimbly toss the wet mush over the side of the table, into a bucket that had been placed on the floor.

After the seeds passed inspection, Heart and Stormy would pull them along and carefully clear the gooey pulp away with their tiny paws, scooting the brightly colored mush along a little trail which also went over the edge of the table and into the bucket. It was impressively efficient, and the way the four worked so harmoniously only more strongly reminded Roman of a little family. They chirped and whistled at each other, probably talking as they worked.

"You guys are so talented," Roman said, without thinking. All four stopped for a moment and looked up at him at the interruption, but they didn't look upset. Smiling, and blushing a little, Roman continued in earnest, "Really, it's super cool to watch you work together like this."

Heart lit up immediately, tapping his tiny front feet on the plaster tarp and wheeking again, as if he was a puppy who had done a particularly good job at something. Stormy hid his face under one paw and his little cape, but whistled a few notes as well. Goldie, regal as ever, simply posed and peeped at him with their little nose in the air like a debutante.

Sherlock's was the most adorable reaction, the little blue ball of fluff preened at his words, and Roman could see his feet tapping excitedly as he went back to work; not as big and vibrant as Heart, but clearly glowing with the praise.

Roman made a mental note to tell him he was a good boy more often, because despite being a little thief, Sherlock was very intelligent, and it was obvious the praise was a welcome surprise.

Roman felt a tap on his left shoulder, and immediately fell for the gag, looking left and seeing nothing before finding the gargoyle on his right, grinning like a spoiled cat.

"I took the pumpkins outside. Ready for some movies?" He asked, faux innocent.

"Yeah, whatever," Roman said, lightly punching the Gargoyle's arm and laughing.

The muppets finished cleaning the seeds with surprising speed, and the human and gargoyle spread most of them out on a baking pan to be dried, while about ⅕ of them were tossed into a pan to be roasted with butter and a little salt, and perhaps a few spices that Roman added last minute, to pay homage to his mother's not-so-secret recipes.

They ended up watching more kids-oriented Halloween movies, mostly for the Muppets' benefits, but it was still fun. A long night of Hocus Pocus and Scooby Doo and The Nightmare Before Christmas, among others, which left all four fuzzballs enraptured. Virgil had clearly found a spooky little kindred spirit in Stormy, and the two tricksters (Roman likes to call them Mortal Frenemies) only threw seeds at each other for about thirty minutes. (The muppets, of course, were eating seeds without butter, although Stormy and Sherlock teamed up in the middle of Coco, trying to steal the more savory treat.)

In Roman's mind, it was way better than a party. It was Halloween with his family again; memories of being ten, and falling asleep on the couch with the muppets nestled close together in a warm, purring pile on his stomach.

#warcats writes #muppen floof au #the floofs #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides #sanders sides au #familial DLAMP #nonbinary Janus Sanders #Patton sanders #Logan sanders #Roman sanders #Virgil sanders #there are two virgils #Halloween Fluff #fluff without plot

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mogai-headcanons · 2 years ago

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Roman Sanders from Sanders Sides is a gay princegender genderbladed gender creative nonbinary person with ADHD who uses he/him, they/them, and prin/prins pronouns, and prince is dating Janus and Patton!

Virgil Sanders is an autistic bi gay demisexual nonbinary autigender anxiegender gendervoid genderpunk person who uses they/them, xe/xem, vam/vamp, and rot/rots pronouns, and xe're dating Patton, Logan, and Rhea!

Patton Sanders is an autistic gay genderfluid pastelgender laughgender rainbowgender fragaric person with ADHD who uses she/her, he/him, they/them, and any happy-themed and non-themed neopronouns, and she's dating Virgil and Roman and in a QPR with Logan!

Logan Sanders is an autistic gay asexual transfeminine botgender bitgender robogender technogender person who uses she/her, they/them, and it/its pronouns, and she's dating Virgil, Janus, and Rhea and in a QPR with Patton!

Janus Sanders is a transfeminine agender snakegender yellowgender liegender person who uses they/them and it/its pronouns, and it's dating Rhea, Logan, and Roman!

Rhea Sanders is a transfeminine intrusic greengender ratgender turigirl who uses she/her, they/them, it/its, and rat/rats pronouns, and rat's dating Janus, Logan, and Virgil!

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edupunkn00b · 2 months ago

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A Moment's Peace

Written for @tsspromptmonth's Sleepy Bean Fanfic Café event, for @nonbinary-octopus Prompt: a human gets gullivered on an alien planet inhabited by tiny aliens, preferably with a language barrier, at least to start. With a twist.

The sun shone overhead and a brisk, warm wind blew in over starboard. Waves slapped against the bow as the ship dipped and rose gently with the sea. First Officer Logan Sanders stood steady on the bridge, both hands gripping the brass railing as he looked out at the vast expanse of blue stretched in front of him. A spray of seawater rose up to kiss his hair, his cheek, and he smiled.

"Now this is just what the doctor ordered," he said to himself.

Logan's past few months had been a lampoon of urgent calls, half-completed schedules, and extended deadlines. Through the crush and tumult of competing priorities and and overwhelming list of open tasks, Logan has pushed through and carried on. By the end of it, he'd lain awake for hours each night, blanket clutched to his chest, as his heart raced, running through his completed work, searching for anything he might have missed.

By morning, he was a wreck, with the shadows beneath his eyes growing shadows of their own and every other word he spoke was followed by a quiet muttered curse. At last, he'd had enough.

Rather, Lucas had had enough.

"Logan!" he'd snapped, rising up from his chair and marching across the room, fire in his eyes. "Logan, you need a break! You are making yourself—"

Without looking up from his dictation, Logan raised one hand to pause the recording. "Luc, I assure you, I—"

"—and everyone around you," Lucas continued as though Logan hadn't spoken, "Absolutely miserable! I'm ordering—"

"Is that really necessary?"

His brother silenced him with a look and repeated, slowly, "Ordering you on shore leave. Anywhere you like, there's an entire planet down there, but you must go." Logan frowned and returned to his work. "Now."

Logan was big enough to admit when he'd been wrong. And while wrong was very strong word, perhaps he would have been wise to have taken a break sooner. Closing his eyes, he lifted his face and inhaled the perfect sea air. Yes, this was exactly what he needed. A reset, a recharge a—

A seagull's cry drew his attention and his eyes snapped open. He was on the open sea, leagues upon leagues away from any dry land. Certainly not enough to sustain a single prey bird. Frowning, he pulled a spy glass from his inner coat pocket and slowly turned on the spot. He scanned horizon. Nothing but blue, blue, blue—

"Land ho," he murmured, voice hushed. While there was always a chance he'd somehow veered off course, last night's stars confirm his trajectory. The maps showed no islands, no peninsulas, no headlands on his planned journey. A slow smile spread across his face as he tucked the spyglass back in its pocket and jumped down to tack the sails.

No known lands lay along his planned journey. Logan Sanders may have just discovered—re-discovered, perhaps—an unknown island.

The sun had dipped a quarter of the way to the horizon by the time the ship was within jolly boat distance. Logan set anchor and—with minimal difficulty—clambered about the smaller boat and lowered himself to the water. He left the lines down so they would be within easy reach on his return then took a moment to marvel and the clear blue water. At this shallow depth, he could see all the way to the bottom, smooth white sand.

He'd managed to find a sheltered cove with water deep enough to anchor the ship, and the shoals did a fine job of keeping away the choppier waters. Sea creatures abounded around him. Glittering fish, a few jellies lazily floating past, even several sea stars larger than both hands side by side had made a home in the seabed below. If the sea held such wonders, what might lay in wait of discovery on the island itself?

Gently dipping the oars into the water, he began to row toward shore.

Sand crunched beneath the jolly boat and Logan leapt out, boots already tied and slung over his shoulders for the small bit of wading he would need to do to drag the boat ashore. He pulled it in near enough a sturdy tree and tied it off with a neat slip knot then, on a whim, dropped his boots inside. The sand beneath his feet was powder soft and he found he rather enjoyed the feel of it between his toes. He could always return to the jolly boat when he wished to explore the deeper reaches of the island. He'd already spotted what looked like a cross between a turtle and iguana to investigate and, growing around the base of a nearby bright purple trees with spindly roots, another type of blossom he'd never seen before.

Scrunching his toes in the sand, he pulled out a field journal and a pen, then slowly approached the turtle.

As Logan walked, he felt the sting of tiny rocks he kicked up with each step, so he slowed his pace even more. It didn't seem to matter and, after a while, he began to suspect there might be some sort of stinging insects hiding in the sand, laying in wait for an unsuspecting victim to saunter through. He stood still and felt another acute sting just above his ankle.

He crouched down, peering closely at his own leg. Whatever had stung him had left behind a tiny stinger. He carefully brushed it into his palm and pulled out a small magnifying glass to better inspect it.

Logan got only one good look before he dropped both the magnifying and the object. It was no stinger. Feathered end and a sharp, pointy tip, even in the briefest of glances, the crafting was unmistakable. It was an arrow.

While he was inspecting the arrow, he felt more stings. It was beyond time to return to the jolly boat and his boots. Rising to his feet, he felt the sky spin around him and the sand rose up to meet him. His eyes rolled to the back before he'd even hit the ground.

Logan woke to the roar of the ocean and a wet lapping at his feet. "Tide's coming in," he muttered to himself, forcing his eyes open. The sky was dark, dotted with multi-colored landscape of stars whose names he did not know. He should look them up.

Pain shot through his shoulder when he reaching for his star map. His arm wouldn't move. He tried to look up, but he couldn't raise his head. The sound of the ocean grew louder, more distinct. It took several moments before Logan realized the true source of the sound. It wasn't the ocean.

It was people.

Rubbing his head back and forth, he was able to dig a bit into the sand. When he wiggled his head, he felt thin but strong ties running over his forehead, holding him down. He continued the movement, gaining slack and loosening the bonds bit by bit. The 'ocean' roared louder. His communicator—hidden in a broach to better eliminate the anachronism that might break the illusion of his trip—should be translating. But either their voices were too quiet to be picked up or, far worse, they spoke a language not yet known by this quadrant's linguistic database.

Once he'd gotten his head free enough to move, he turned to face the larger group of ant-sized people. Without a proper lens, and in the dim starlight, he couldn't make out much more about them than that they were bipedal and wore some sort of clothing.

He couldn't tell if they were still armed.

"Hello?" he tried, modulating his voice. "I am First Officer Logan Sanders." The ocean roared again and part of the group split off, running toward his feet and the water. "I mean you no harm," he added quickly. Though, it was almost laughable to think that was their first worry about his presence. "Will you release me?"

They shouted back at him, unintelligible, voices overlapping. It was little wonder his translator didn't know what to make of their language.

Now that he could move his head, he began to work on his hands and his arms, repeating the tiny wiggling movements to press down the sand beneath him. He felt a snap and, all at once he, could lift one arm. He lifted it and flopped it over, hoping the force might dislodge more of his bonds.

It worked and soon he found himself laying on his side, sand caked to his back and the side of his face. The shift brought his translator closer to the nearest group of tiny inhabitants and it crackled to life, a few consonant sounds breaking through in a garbled mush of syllables.

"Please release me. If you wish me to leave your island, I will. Immediately. Just release me." He tried again, unsure if he was even understood. After a few more minutes, the growing throng moved frenetically, tiny arms waving at something or someone at the waterline. Logan craned his neck but he couldn't see past his own legs. After finding all the available slack, his earlier trick with the bonds had stopped working and he was now stuck on his side.

The approaching tide had begun to reach his ankles, each ebb of the sea tearing away a bit of the sand holding down his bonds. If they wouldn't release him, at least the water would.

Eventually.

Resigning himself to wait and ultimately flee into the sea that freed him, Logan sighed heavily. "This was not what I had in mind, Luc," he muttered.

Just then, the crowd grew animated and a tiny mass of them approached, carrying his magnifying glass like ants transporting a giant leaf. They brought along a bit of drift wood carved into the shape of a cone.

Or a megaphone.

Chanting to themselves, they arranged the magnifying glass near is lower eye and the wooden megaphone next to it.

"Logan!" cried a tinny voice. "Logan, look over here! It's us!"

Squinting, he shifted his head until the people standing on the other side of the magnifying glass came into focus.

Patton and Remus stood on a pebble that looked like a boulder, each laughing and waving their arms wildly Patton leaned over the megaphone and shouted, "Have you come to play with us?"

Sighing heavily, Logan rolled over onto his back and stared up at the stars. "Arch!" he commanded and a large holodeck control panel shimmered into reality. "Sanders to Sanders…" he said, winking at Patton and Remus.

"Yes, Logan?" Lucas replied with a barely disguised laugh. "Everything alright down there?"

"I'll get you back for this," Logan promised before dismissing the arch. He turned again to Remus and Patton and pressed a serious look onto his face. "Take me to your leader," he said, "Before the tide washes us all away!"

Surprise! It's a canonverse story set in my Side by Side in the Mindscape universe. Lucas has full control of his portion of the Mindscape and he maaaaay have set this whole thing up to let the three of them play together. Logan wasn't the only one who needed to blow off a little steam after the past few weeks.

And, yes, Logan and Lucas absolutely treat his part of the Imagination as a holodeck, up to and including making the portals to the Imagination work like the holodeck arch. It even works on command.

#sanders sides #ts logan #ts lucas #other tags are spoilers #sea faring Logan #shore leave #giant/tiny #the sleepy bean fanfic cafe

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slytherin-ghost · 2 years ago

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Hello would you mind writing a story on how the sides would react to a reader coming out as nonbinary to them (platonic or romantic)

Thank You,

Led

Hi, Instead of a story I made headcannons for each side.

Sanders Sides x Platonic! gn reader

Trigger Warnings: two mentions of being misgendered

LOGAN

Coming out to Logan would be easy

"Nonbinary? So you would use They/Them pronouns correct?"

Is very helpful at explaining what pronouns to use/ educating people on the topic

Definitely the type of person read everything they can find on the topic

"Logan what are you doing?" "Reading about being nonbinary, so I can help others understand it when you come out to them."

ROMAN

He would be so supportive

Buys a bunch of nonbinary pride things

"I got this nonbinary flag for your room!"

Will murder anyone if they disrespect your pronouns

"Y/N is nonbinary so it will be great if you would respect their pronouns."

Roman would be the one to go to if your feeling sad about others not being nice or respectful to you

PATTON

This man will squeal because he's happy for you

Is literally your #1 comfort person

As soon as he knows he'll start making nonbinary dad jokes

Will 100% try to throw a coming out party for you

Overall, is a supportive person and will 100% help you with anything you need

VIRGIL

He would be so supportive

Like the others sides would think he wouldn't care

No, he is so happy that you came out

" Good for you!"

He would be nervous about accidentally calling you the wrong name or saying the wrong pronouns

If he accidentally ever did misgender you. He would lock himself in his room.

JANUS

For once he would be truthful with you when you came out

I feel like besides Logan he would be one of the most understanding of the sides

He would never stop supporting you

Asks how you have been since you came out

REMUS

Is also supportive

He 100% comes up with dirty nonbinary jokes

He is not trying to be offensive with them it's just Remus being Remus

Like Roman, Remus goes all out when it comes to pride parades

#patton sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #sanders sides x reader #gn!reader

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egret-orchids · 1 year ago

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a few sanders sides gender identity headcanons & explanations bc me & sawyer (@veronica-sawyer2, sorry for the tag) were discussing them

roman: he/him mostly, genderqueer. would use they/them or sometimes she/her but he's the prince and obviously princes don't wear make up or dress/skirts or say that today they're feeling more like a 'she' or a 'they', do they? guy's probably got some repression issues tbh. plays into the stereotypical 'hero/prince' role bc of this. eventually just uses he/they most of the time though.

janus: he/they/she, genderfluid. similar to roman except he's completely open to expression & expressing femininity.

virgil: transmasc, he/him. mainly because i'm projecting and i saw a post abt it once and it's engrained into my brain. patton has to remind him how to self-care btw.

patton: honestly feels nonbinary to me, so they/them or he/him. again probably because i've read fanfics with that and its rlly fitting. adores masc titles though.

remus: he/it/they. probably some obscure neopronouns too. not really a reason to this one either buts he probably afab. not sure why, but i think it's funny to think that roman is basically incapable of growing facial hair (disregarding like. the fact that they all look like thomas anw.) yet remus is and hes not even cis.

logan: he/him, hasn't really thought about it. probably he/she at some point. has also experimented with gender expression & is pretty comfortable w his masculinity

#this is. a bit random but again. headcanons.#egret.txt #sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #morality sanders #deceit sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #anxiety sanders #logic sanders #creativity sanders #creativitwins #sanders sides headcanon

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stressed-depressed-andobsessed · 1 year ago

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Merry Holidays everyone!

Another Asides has been posted so here's my thoughts again. (No screenshots this time because I'm at work)

SASSY WINE AUNT JANUS STRIKES AGAIN

I love the detail about him being slightly drunk

The lean when he popped up was amazing

Can you tell that I really love Janus?

I loved the newest sweater designs, they are amazing

Virgil has the nonbinary colors on, I love it

ROMAN AND REMUS INTERACTION <333333

Logan is such a mom, I love him

'Molt Wine? I'm not sharing, I'm just showing' or whatever he said

You want me to destroy my knew box?

>:(

A BOX!

Ooo Daddy~ (please don't-)

I think giving Remus an airfryer is a pretty smart gift. He loves food and burning shit

Remus' little Mr. Fuzzy is so adorable :>

I want one!!!

Virgil's gift to Logan is so smart and cute and well thought out and perfect for angst at first

"Give it a read, I'm sure you'll find SOMETHING you like" OH REALLY?? LIKE A CLUE!?

You're doing great Logan :)

Loga giving Roman a crisp $20 is perfect and I think I was in the stream when he said that

Replacing Andrew Jackson with Roman was so nice of Logan

Janus giggling is so cute

Roman having Janus is smart

BITCHSLAP!!

I love both gift because Janus really needed that

And the way Virgil reacted was amazing too

What if Roman's bitchslap was so hard, it pushed Janus back to the wall and he fell. Then Remus is like UH OH SPAGHETTIOS! Let me help you up :{D But he doesn't move his hands at all but you hear something being stretched out (and maybe a belt buckle or something) then Janus is just like '... I'd rather stay on the floor Dear, thank you though Remus" while everyone else groans (I should really be in the writer's room, I'm so hilarious)

Mr. Fuzzy doesn't like being dropped :D

Karrot King

I love the little end card

C!Thomas is so cute and 'But what's the message?'Nico is killing me. YOU KNOW THR MESSAGE YOU CAN SEE IT IN HIS EYES THE MESSAGE IS I LOVE YOU NICO FLORES!!

Drunk Janus is <33

Can't wait for the next episode that's gonna be the final part 1 HINT HINT NUDGE NUDGE MR. SANDERS

#sander sides #deceit sanders #remus sanders #thomas sanders #sander asides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides #logan sanders #my opinion #new ep was great #bye loves!#💛⚪💜🖤

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thatonelesbianfander · 1 year ago

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The Ghost and the Reaper Chapter 2

Fandom// Sanders Sides

TW// Panic Attack, Strong Emotions, Crying, Yelling, Screaming, Funeral, Nightmare, Fire, Death mention, Storms, Swearing, Weapon

Word count// 2161

Description// Janus is one of the many grim reapers whose job it is to reap the souls of the dead and help them ascend to the afterlife. After one assignment, the spirit they reaped, a 23-year-old nonbinary person named Remus, refused to ascend. Now, Janus is stuck with them following it around wherever they go.

Characters// Remus Sanders, Janus Sanders, Roman Sanders, C!Thomas Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders

Pairings// None

AUs// Found/chosen family Creativitwins & C!Thomas, human!sides, they/them Remus, it/they Janus, he/she Roman

Masterpost // Previous // Next

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Janus stood alone in their kitchen, drinking their cup of coffee while staring off into the distance. Remus appeared in front of them, looking around.

”Oh, you’re back,” Janus said, putting its coffee mug on the counter.

”Yeah…” Remus said, refusing to make eye contact with Janus.

”What do you have?” Janus asked, noticing the rose in Remus’s hand.

”A fucking nuclear missle. What does it look like, dumbass?” Remus said sarcastically.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, okay?! Is that what you wanted to hear?!” Janus yelled.

”Yes,” Remus said, looking off into the distance.

”Okay, well I have afternoon duty, today. I’m off duty for the morning,” Janus said, pouring more coffee into its mug.

”Hm…” Remus thought. Janus looked over to them.

”So, what do you want to do?” Janus asked.

”Well, there isn’t really anything to do… I was just thinking I would just go fuck around in one of those abandoned places,” Remus said, “You know, a good old classic haunt.”

”What place were you thinking about?” Janus asked, intrigued.

”Well, there’s an old church near the graveyard, but the old school next to that bakery might also be good,” Remus suggested.

”Eh… Those places get boring after a while…” Janus replied.

”Alright, then. You don’t need to join. I’ll just go by myself,” Remus said.

”Alright. Be back by noon,” Janus said, waving Remus off. Remus faded out of view, reappearing in front of the old church. They walked inside, immediately jumping off the ground and hanging upside down on the chandelier. The chandelier rocked back and forth, Remus swaying with it. They fell back down on the floor, walking up the aisle of pews to the front of the church. Visions flashed in their eye as they saw a casket being rolled up the aisle. People sat in the pews, all being dressed in black. Remus looked around, seeing their father and sibling in one of the front pews. Remus stumbled back, lifting the casket lid up to see themself in it. They backed up as the people in the pews stared directly at them. The people in the pews all stood up, walking over to Remus and surrounding them. The sounds of whispers erupted from everyone as they surrounded Remus. Remus couldn’t make out any of the words but they heard one word loud and clear. One word they were terrified of.

”Anti-christ,” the figure of Roman said, pointing at Remus. Remus started to panic. They pushed through the crowd, running to the doors of the church. They banged on the doors, desperately trying to get them open as they were surrounded again. Fire started to build up as they banged on the doors. They turned around, finding their father and sibling right behind them. They clung onto their father’s clothes, falling to their knees.

”PA, HELP ME, PLEASE! I’M NOT THE ANTICHRIST! I DON’T WANT TO BE! PLEASE!” Remus pleaded with their father, their father just standing there with a vacant expression. Remus sobbed as the flames engulfed them, scared and alone.

“Oi! Remus,” Janus said. Remus startled awake, finding themself back in the graveyard. They looked over to Janus.

”Oh, hey there, Jan,” Remus said, putting the rose they had in their hands down.

”Are you good? It’s 10:03, and you were still asleep when I got here,” Janus asked.

”I was?” Remus replied.

”Yeah…?” Janus said.

”Must have overslept by accident. Anyways, what are we doing, today?” Remus asked.

”Well, I already got through a bunch of my tasks before coming here. I just have 2 more spirits to reap, and I also have to have a meeting with my manager so that should be fun…” Janus replied.

”Ugh, do we really have to meet with that guy? He’s a bastard,” Remus said.

”I know you don’t like him, but I don’t really have a choice,” Janus said.

”Then, let’s get that out of the way first. Save the better thing for last,” Remus suggested.

”Alright, then. Also… I’m sorry about last night… I wasn’t thinking and I should have worded what I was saying better…” Janus said.

”Don’t sweat it, man. It’s fine. Come on, let’s go,” Remus said, fading out of sight. Janus followed suit, the two reappearing in an office-like room. A man sat at a desk. His face was darkened with only his mouth visible. He wore an outfit reminiscent of a stereotypical grim reaper with the hooded robe and everything.

”Oh, hello, Janus! And… you…” the manager said, Remus flipping him off.

”You wanted to meet with me, sir?” Janus asked.

”Yes, yes. Sit, I’ll make you something to drink. Tea or coffee?” the manager said, standing up.

”Just black coffee, please,” Janus said, talking a seat. Remus hovered in the corner, leaning back against the wall and grabbing a notepad and pencil from a nearby table.

”So… why did you call me here?” Janus asked.

”Oh, it’s nothing serious! You’re just a little bit behind on your quota for spirits this week and I was wondering what was going on,” the manager said, handing Janus a mug of coffee.

”Shit, I’m sorry, I thought I was ahead on quota this month…” Janus replied.

”It’s fine, it’s no big deal. I’ll just need you to pick up the pace a little. Maybe even take a few nights of work,” the manager said.

”How much am I behind by?” Janus asked.

”Just 10. It’s no big deal. You could probably get it done in a night if you take the whole night,” the manager replied.

”Okay, then I’ll do that,” Janus said, standing up as it finished their coffee, “Have a good day.”

”You too,” the manager said. Janus shook the manager’s hand, turning to Remus.

”Come on, let’s go,” Janus said. Remus ripped the page they had been drawing on out of the notepad, putting the notepad back down on the table. The two faded out of view together, Janus waving goodbye to the manager.

The two reappeared in a room together, Janus walking over to the two bodies that laid together on the ground. It took out its scythe, swiping at the bodies. The two spirits rose up, stumbling back a little before regaining their balance.

”Ugh, what happened…” the one spirit asked.

”You died,” Janus said, pulling up a screen and swiping through it.

”Fuck, we did?” the other spirit asked.

”Yup…” Janus said, pulling up a profile, “Your name is Virgil Blackheart, correct?”

”Yes,” Virgil responded. Janus printed out a little slip, handing it to Virgil.

”You do have one unfinished task before you can ascend, so I would get to it as quickly as possible. And you are Logan Croftberry, correct?” Janus said.

”Yes,” Logan replied. Janus printed out another slip, handing that one to Logan.

”You also have an unfinished task, so I’ll let you get to it. If you need any help, my name is on that slip. Just call it and I’ll be on my way to assist you when I can,” Janus said, putting the screen away.

”Okay…” Virgil said.

”Any questions?” Janus asked.

”Who’s that?” Logan asked, pointing towards Remus who floated behind Janus.

”That’s no one. Just ignore them,” Janus said, pushing Remus away.

”Rude! I have feelings too!” Remus said, dramatically falling back.

”So, who are you?” Logan asked.

”Remus Sanders-Kingstone! Nice to meet you!” Remus said, holding their hand out.

”Logan Croftberry, please to make your acquaintance as well!” Logan said, shaking Remus’s hand.

”Alright, we better get going now,” Janus said, pulling Remus away, “Any important information about afterlife living including rules and stuff can be found on that slip. If you ever need me for whatever reason, call me. Good luck with your ascending,” Janus said, fading out of view while waving. The two reappeared in Janus’s apartment, Remus floating over to the couch.

”Alright, I’m going to go catch up on my quota,” Janus said, grabbing a new scythe.

”Ooo! Can I come?” Remus asked.

”No. You are going to stay here and not get in my way, so I can do my job and not be distracted,” Janus replied.

”Aww, you’re no fun,” Remus responded.

”That doesn’t matter. I need this job,” Janus said.

”Whatever,” Remus said. Janus went into his room, putting his hat away and grabbing a cloak. He put the cloak on, pulling the hood up over his head. Remus looked to Janus, confused.

”What’s with the stereotypical reaper outfit?” Remus asked.

”The night time reapers have a strict uniform to follow. I need to put this on so they know I’m working,” Janus said.

”Alright, then. You go have fun without me,” Remus said, putting a hand to his head and falling back dramatically.

”Don’t be dramatic. I’ll be back in a few hours, don’t go anywhere,” Janus said, fading out of view. Remus looked around the apartment, checking to make sure Janus was gone before fading out of view as well.

Remus reappeared in a living room, finding it empty. They walked around a little, finding someone in the kitchen. They peaked in the kitchen to find their father cleaning the dishes. Music played over a little speaker, playing Remus’s favorite song. They sat on the kitchen counter, watching as Thomas cleaned the dishes.

”I love this song,” Remus said, kicking their feet against the cabinets below. Thomas continued to wash the dishes, oblivious to the fact that someone was there. Roman entered the room, his hair wet and messy from the shower. Thomas looked over to Roman, smiling. He walked over, hugging Roman. Roman hugged back.

”Hey, buddy. Ready for movie night?” Thomas asked, putting a hand on Roman’s shoulder.

”Yeah, I guess…” Roman replied.

”Awesome! Just let me finish these last few dishes and I’ll be out,” Thomas said. Roman nodded, exiting the kitchen and going to the living room. Remus followed, sitting on an empty chair. Roman sat on the couch, turning on his phone and scrolling through photos. Thomas came out of the kitchen.

”I’ll be right back, I just need to put this towel away,” Thomas said. Roman nodded again, Thomas going upstairs and putting the towel into a laundry basket. Thomas put the laundry basket on top of the dryer, going back downstairs and sitting on the couch. He turned on the TV, going to Netflix and clicking through the movies.

”So, what do you want to watch, tonight?” Thomas asked.

”Mulan,” Roman replied. Thomas smiled, turning the movie on and putting the remote down on the table in front of him. Roman leaned his head on Thomas’s shoulder, curling up in a blanket. Thomas put his arms around Roman, holding him close as the movie played. Remus sat on the edge of their seat, enticed by the movie. Roman looked over towards the chair where Remus sat, tears coming to her eyes.

”That was their favorite chair for movie night…” Roman said. Thomas frowned, looking over to Roman. He wiped the tears from Roman’s eyes.

”Buddy…” Thomas said, “You know it’s not your fault.”

”It is though… If I hadn’t said all that horrible stuff to them…” Roman said, starting to cry. Thomas pulled Roman closer, comforting him as she cried. Remus perked up, looking over to the other two. Remus frowned, getting up and walking over to the two. Remus reached their hand out to Roman, about to touch her before remembering what Janus had said yesterday. They pulled their hand back sadly, walking back over to their chair and sitting back down. They watched the movie as Thomas and Roman sat on the couch together. Halfway through the movie, the lights in the house started to flicker as a storm started up. Thomas stood up, locking the door and closing the windows as Roman sat on the couch.

”Welp… So much for a calm night,” Thomas said, coming back to the couch. He grabbed a blanket that was on the arm of the couch, bundling up in the blanket and sitting back down next to Roman. He pulled Roman closer to him, Roman’s eyes darting around anxiously.

”I hate when it storms,” Roman said.

”I know, buddy. I know. It’s okay,” Thomas said. Roman leaned in closer to Thomas, closing his eyes as Thomas held him. Remus got up from their chair, looking at the two. They smiled softly.

”I love you two…” Remus said, to no reply. They faded from view as Roman and Thomas fell asleep on the couch. Remus reappeared in the apartment, laying down on the couch and falling asleep as well.

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Sanders Sides: College AU - Part 4

Character sheets | Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Despite starting out with future dukeceit, this is primarily logince content lol. Logan is a transfem nonbinary person and Janus is transfem in this AU.

Janus considers the strings she's laid while Remus sits by, uncharacteristically anxious. Roman and Logan go on their first date as a queerplatonic couple, and while Roman's lavish lifestyle rubs her a bit wrong, Roman himself has undoubtedly charmed her.

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Not unlike any morning before, Janus wakes up with a hangover. Thank god it’s the weekend, and a day she doesn’t have to work, because she thinks if she had to function as a human being she would push someone down a flight of stairs if she felt frisky enough. She tries to push herself up, but her arms shake and give out the moment she tries to put her weight on them. She groans, rolling her eyes at her own body. Opting to force herself to roll over onto her back and sit up that way, she notices about half way through the upward struggle that her apartment smells like food. Successfully upright, she stares at the door, the concept of Remus cooking for her making her, oddly, slightly angry at him. She knows it’s irrational and sighs at herself, throwing a grey sweater over her old t-shirt and pyjama pants as she makes her way out. Her apartment’s shitty heating is starting to not be enough for the colder weather.

The sound of sizzling is filling her kitchen, and she leans on the outer side of the island, staring at Remus at the stove in the corner facing away from her. Janus clears her throat dramatically against a hovering fist. Remus spins around with his tongue poking out, wide eyes looking at her like she caught him committing a crime.

“Oh, Janus! Um. Hi!”

“Hello.”

“I’m making food!”

“I can smell that.”

Remus pauses, scratching his calf with his foot. “Uh. Want some?”

“Depends. What are you making? And how dirty was the pavement you seemingly picked this food up off of?”

Remus laughs, a weirdly soft, genuine sounding one for him. “Oh c’mon, you know I went to the store, I’m not that crazy!”

“You’re not crazy,” she immediately corrects him in somewhat of a snap. Remus straightens up slightly at her tone, blinking rapidly, one of her spatulas hanging from his hand. Janus catches herself, sighing. “Just- Don’t talk to yourself like your mom did, okay? Anyway. What are you making?”

“Uh, just pancakes ‘n eggs. I figured you would get mad if I spent money on meat for you, so, I just got quick mix batter and a cheap thing of eggs!” Remus is scratching his calf again, not making anything close to eye contact even though he’s smiling. Janus feels cold in her chest, seeing him seemingly anxious over the potential of hurting her feelings.

“Eggs sound great, Remus. How did you remember I enjoy those?” she says, keeping her voice light and playful. Remus perks up slightly, seeming less downtrodden.

“Dunno! Maybe I’m magic,” he shrugs, grinning and turning around to flip a pancake.

“How are you good at cooking and I’m not?” Janus teases, leaning more of her weight on the counter as her weakness seems to feel more poignant suddenly. Remus doesn’t turn around for a moment, before flipping the final of five pancakes onto one of her plates. He ends up not answering at all, seemingly distracted by the food. Janus doesn’t have a kitchen table, so Remus carries the plates over onto the pullout couch, setting the eggs and syrup bottle next to it. He walks up to Janus and begins touching her and she swats at him. “What are you doing?”

“Oh- Sorry! I was gonna help you to the bed!”

“Remus, it’s like three footsteps, I’m fine.”

“But you’re sweating,” he pouts. Janus rolls her eyes and pushes herself off the counter, stumbling around and sitting on the bed.

“There, see? Shockingly, I’m not helpless.”

Remus chuckles, yet again weirdly soft sounding for him, and sits across from her, grabbing up two pancakes, sandwiching eggs in the middle, and eating it like a sandwich. Janus snorts, then covers her mouth slightly, clearing her throat. His ridiculousness can be genuinely entertaining, whether she likes it or not. She picks up one of the forks he brought over and skewers some eggs. As she tastes it, she realizes he bought cheese and spices too, and along with the eggs she swallows guilt at being so aggressive to him last night.

“So, where were you at last night?” Remus speaks through a mouthful of food.

“Just out.”

“I don’t know any of the bars on this side of town. Seems like they’ve got good stuff!”

Janus cringes. “Uh, yeah, sure. I don’t know.” She stabs more eggs, and her mind drifts to the hazy memories from Blacklight Mamba. She bites down on the eggs hard, the feeling of seeing that stupid purple patched hoodie from across the bar fresh in her chest. Virgil seemingly having such a sweet, innocent little partner makes her feel ill. Jealousy or anger or worry over the partner? Who’s to say. “How have the rest of our old pals been, Remus?”

Remus stops chewing with the look of someone caught in the middle of two fighting lions. “Why d’ you ask? I figured you would want me to mention them as little as possible,” he laughs.

Janus picks at her nails. “Indulge my curiosity, why don’t you.”

“Erm,” Remus swallows hard. “Well, I got cut off from our parents and about the same time Roman got accepted to the same college as Virgil. Our parents gave him a huge old house with a bunch of rooms and they pay for it and give him an allowance! Can you even? Anyway, Virgil lives there with his partner, Patton, and I was living there in secret for a while under our parent’s noses,” he rambles on. “But then Patton decided to be a dick about me liking weed, and they screamed at me like I was a fucking kid or something, told me I had to move out, else I was being kicked out. And yeah, then I texted you. Now I’m here.”

Janus tries to eat her pancake casually, reassessing her thoughts on this Patton character. “Seems like an interesting turn of events. As co-dependent as you and Roman always were I’m shocked he let you be-“

Remus swats at her hair, startling her into stopping. “We were not co-dependent, what?! Come on, man, we just care about each other like any twins would.”

“Roman literally used to sleep in your bed when you first started hallucinating,” she offers up, deadpan.

Remus makes a warbling, gasping sound, gesticulating at her like she just implied the sky is red. “He was just taking care of me! I mean, no one else was.”

“If you feel that way,” she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. Janus cuts away a bite of pancake with the edge of her fork, a bit too violently. Patton definitely didn’t know who she was, and that is for the better. She smirks around the bite of food as she imagines Virgil seeing her high school contact name in his partner’s phone. That ought to be fun.

“What you smiling about?” Remus says, eating his third pancake yet again like it’s a sandwich. She notices him leaving most of the eggs for her, glancing up to meet his eyes.

“Just thinking, is all.”

“Penny for ‘em?”

“Remus, no one carries cash anymore, I know for a fact you don’t have a penny.”

To her surprise, he fishes in his cargo pants’ pocket with a big smile. A dime comes out rather than a penny, and he scowls at it. “Guess you owe me ten of your thoughts now, madame!”

Janus rolls her eyes. “I was just thinking about how much my head hurts, you doofus.” Remus squints at her, knowing instantly that Janus isn’t being honest. He decides to just let it go though, and flicks the dime at her. She catches it out of the air, winking at him as she spins it between her fingers.

“Guessing that’s the most money you’d let me give you directly,” Remus snickers.

Janus frowns at him. “Forgive me for not wanting handouts from a former trust fund baby.”

Remus throws his hands up defensively. “I’m not a trust fund baby anymore though! I’m just your regular civilian with a hardworking job.”

“Tattooing is not exactly an example of the typical civilian job. Try fast food for even a week. You’d crumble into pieces in a day.”

Remus gesticulates towards her, pursing his lips with an expression of conceding agreement. He pops the last bite of his pancake into his mouth, then splays himself backwards on the end half of the pullout bed, staring at the ceiling. Maybe Janus will be honest with him one day. If he keeps treating her nicely, she might remember what it was like to trust a friend. He peeks at her eating her final pancake, seemingly as at peace as she can get as she eats something he made just for her. It’s a nice sight, and he can’t help a slight smile and light blush dusting his face. Maybe one day, maybe one day.

Monday afternoon, wind tosses leaves about as Roman stares hard at his phone, his entire face creased with a mix of emotions. He messaged his twin two days ago to tell him about his new partner. Remus is always excited for him and his romantic conquests, no matter how short and spontaneous they’ve been in the past. Yet, it has gone unreplied to, not even opened seemingly, as it doesn’t read as ‘seen’ either. He sets his eyes in his hand, leaning over himself on some random park bench while he waits for the others to finish their classes. Did he really mess up that badly by asking him to move?

He reopens his phone, checking again uselessly, in case he missed something somehow. Knowing that Remus is with Janus, too, has been making him wake up in nervous sweats. There’s a taste of intentional betrayal, in choosing to stay with her specifically, but Roman isn’t sure if Remus is smart enough to take things like that into consideration. His foot is tapping so hard it’s echoing slightly in the empty courtyard. Am I really that shit of a brother? he thinks to himself miserably. He pulls his red jacket tighter over himself like it has the magical abilities to hide insecurities too.

The faint sound of the bell inside the building closest to him sounds the toll that sends herds of students out to change classes or head home. He spots the others crossing the yard in a little group. As they move closer Roman sees Patton is holding a very grumpy seeming Logan’s hand, and Virgil is pink from laughter.

“Now, what happened here? Are we swapping or something?” Roman puts his hand on his hip, smiling. Virgil immediately begins laughing into his hand again, and Patton also giggles.

“I was holding Virgil’s hand, and Logan accused us of showing off,” Patton faux whines, swinging their hands as Logan stares directly at the ground with a red face. “So, I told her her hand was just lonely, and I helped it out!”

Logan sighs, very loudly. “Patton, it is a hand, it cannot get lonely. May I be free now?”

“Well, considering there’s a new friend for your hand…” Patton drags Logan’s hand over and places it into Roman’s which makes both flush instantly. “I can let you go!”

“Patton, please,” Roman scolds, letting go of her hand and covering his face as he turns around to face away from them all dramatically. Virgil loses it, laughing hard into his hand and doubling over. Logan seems to be attempting to tune out entirely, her eyes being closed and her fists gently clenched with sheer embarrassment.

“That aside,” she speaks up, a little too loudly. “Roman, we have places to be. Patton was taking your car home, and I’m driving us, right?”

Roman breathes in deeply and turns around to face the group again. “Actually, Lo, we don’t need to take your car – I made arrangements.” Roman practically purrs the last word, smiling to himself proudly.

“Arrangements?”

“Since I’m taking you to a very nice place, I got a limo. I wanted to give you a true experience.”

Logan doesn’t look as pleased as Roman thought she would, just adjusting her glasses with a slight frown. “I don’t see the purpose. My car is perfectly functional. It feels very showy.”

“Showy is the point, dear Lo! We’re going somewhere er… more my family’s taste, if you know what I mean.” Roman watches her frown not change, internally panicking a bit. “I just… wanted to treat you to something really nice, for my turn paying. You deserve nice things.” He holds her hand, meeting her eyes nervously. She looks back at him, and her face melts slightly, the frown turning into a more playful, soft one.

“Alright, Roman. I understand you want to make it special, as the first one. Just do not spend recklessly like this for any of the other dates.”

Patton and Virgil depart to find Roman’s car in the student parking lot, and Logan follows behind Roman as he walks towards the front of campus to meet the waiting car. Behind him she rolls her eyes at the exuberantly glimmering white limo, being gawked at by students as they leave for the day. Logan attempts to cover her identity with her hand as the driver exits and opens the door. Roman pats the man’s shoulder and when his hand moves away Logan sees he’s wordlessly left a bill in the man’s pocket. She tries not to feel sour about that, pausing and muttering “thank you,” to the man, who smiles at her.

The inside of the car is purple, both in lighting and seat color. Logan flips her skirt under her as she sits. Roman is already reaching into a miniature fridge and pulling out travel size bottles of wine. Logan makes an uncomfortable noise before she can help it, and Roman looks over at her. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t drink. At all.”

“Why not?” Roman asks, casual.

Logan’s shoulders tense, and she shifts slightly in place. “I have bad experiences with it.”

“Oh,” Roman says, glancing at the bottles. “Well, then I shan’t leave you sober alone!” The bottles are popped right back in the fridge, and he slams the door shut with a resolute grin. Logan blinks rapidly for a moment, her brain seeming to calculate him in a different manner than before.

“Thank you, Roman. What restaurant will we be going to? I was wondering this morning why you were in such fanciful clothing.” She regards his ironed black button up and dark red suit, accompanied by lavish yet simple jewelry. She thanks the stars that all her clothing is rather nice and professional, tugging at her tie to tighten it.

“It’s a hibachi bar!”

“That is not as fancy as I had thought.”

“Oh, Lo, that’s cute. This place is… There will pretty much only be other bigheaded suits at the other tables having business meetings about major companies.”

“Hm. Unpleasant.”

“Er- Yes, but,” Roman reaches across and takes her hand into his black gloves, smiling at her with shining eyes. “We only need focus on you and I, at our own table.” He pauses for a moment. “Plus, the amount of food you get here will leave enough for you to portion for a week at least,” Roman tantalizes.

Logan cracks a smile, rolling her eyes just slightly. “Ah, I see you are using my love of pre-planned meals against me.”

“I need some kind of ammunition to get you to let me spoil you!”

Even his hyping up of the fanciness of the restaurant was underselling it. There is an entrance hall where a man in a suit offers to take their coats, to which both decline. The red carpet is lush and well-cleaned, and the walls are black marble with carved pillars stretching to the high ceiling. The man pushes open the black wooden doors and gestures for them to follow. Logan feels frozen, hesitating in the hall. Roman’s hand suddenly touches hers.

“Are you alright?” he murmurs gently against her ear. She turns to look at him, seeing his lightly worried face.

“I don’t- I don’t know if I’m right for a place like this.”

Roman stands in front of her with a wave to the host to hold on. He brushes at the cowlick in her hair, tucking it behind her ear. He adjusts her glasses with a hum, pats at her vest and tie. “I think you look splendid. I’d be shocked if someone doesn’t mistake you for royalty,” he mutters, smiling at her sweetly. Logan’s face turns pink, and she looks at the floor.

“If you’re certain.”

The host leads them in, and Logan takes in several black hibachi grills spread around a large open space. There are private non-grill tables behind partitions painted lavishly with birds of paradise. Roman leads her along. She can’t help noticing that everyone at the grills is dressed in similarly lowkey designer clothes like Roman. The ‘old money’ look and air about them puts her off entirely, making her stance awkward and stiff. Roman’s hand holding hers grounds her though, even as they pass a table and someone mutters about ‘the Carmona’s boy.’ She watches Roman suddenly stand with even better posture and puff himself up.

“They must know my father,” he whispers to her as they’re sat down with menus. “Or my mother. I get recognized sometimes because of, erm…” Roman gestures to the marks of his piebaldism with a scowl. “Stands out a bit among the menagerie.” He does a flowing gesture with his hands and rolls his eyes.

Logan hums quietly in thought. Roman sits half turned in his seat in order to look only at her. “I already know the menu, why don’t you take a look, hm?” Logan nods, and opens the menu. And dear god. Prices in the 100s hit her in the face like a truck. She glances around the laminated page, desperate to find anything at a reasonable price. Roman’s hand appears in her view, and then draws her chin up to have her look at him.

“Price doesn’t matter, don’t fret so much,” he soothes. “I know it seems like a lot, but look how much food comes with it.” He points to the cheapest thing available, shrimp fried rice. Logan reads it shakily, and sees that it comes with a noodle dish, rice, shrimp, vegetables, soup, and a dessert of which there two courses. She bites her lip, considering. It is a lot of food, at $59.00. That will do, she supposes.

A young male waiter greets them politely, and Roman orders the fried rice dish with chicken instead, as well as a teriyaki steak. Logan tries not to get dizzy at the price of that one. She orders the fried rice somewhat timidly. Logan thanks the waiter pointedly, to which Roman also thanks him, finally giving even a hint that he appreciates the workers around him.

The waiter leaves, and they chat idly until he returns with a tray and two bowls of soup.

“Chirirenge,” Roman flounces, holding up the spoon that comes with the dish.

“Pardon?”

“Asian soup spoon! It’s called a chirirenge.”

“Ah, you’re right, they are. Something about looking like a lotus petal? I’m not one for metaphors. To me it just means it holds more soup. You know Japanese?”

“Ehh. I’m nowhere near fluent anymore, so don’t expect me to speak any. I learned several languages as a little kid, from a tutor.”

“Fascinating. Do you remember much of any of them?”

“Yo hablo algo de español,” he says, titling his hand from side to side to imply how iffy his knowledge is. “My mom travels in South America often; she’s starred in quite a few smaller movies over there.”

“Yo también hablo español,” Logan says, happily surprised. “I’ve always wanted to travel there, some day. The landscape is beautiful…”

Roman gasps, touching her hand. “I have to take you some time! Wouldn’t a trip be fabulous?”

Logan hesitates, cringing. “I’d prefer to work to a place in my life where I could pay for it myself.”

“Oh,” Roman says, quieting. He puffs up, and squeezes her hand. “Well, when that day comes, I hope I’ll still be here to go with you and show you my favorite towns.”

“Thank you, Roman.” Logan nods and smiles at him, appreciating the effort to act like he’s not rich, even if for a moment. She turns and begins tasting the broth soup. It’s incredibly good, to her surprise, and she lets out a noise of enjoyment, taking many more bites. Roman is smiling at her as he watches her enjoy herself openly, when he feels the hair on his neck prickling.

Lo notices Roman glance over his shoulder at that table from before. “Old hag staring alert,” he snickers, sitting up straighter. “God forbid an actor’s child exist in a public space. I swear if she calls paparazzi of any kind, ugh.”

“Your mother is famous enough for that?”

“Eh, it depends on if she was in any films recently, she’s more of a star in some cult classics and smaller films. Usually I don’t even get noticed, but this woman must be a fan,” he says, sounding sick on that last word. Logan glances too, and sees an older woman staring at Roman’s back hungrily, tense in her seat. She turns away quickly, feeling a bit disturbed.

“I always thought of fans as a pleasant part of being famous.” She notices how uncomfortable Roman looks, and lifts her hand, hovering in the air hesitantly for a moment before she rests it on his gloves. “Don’t let it ruin our fun, Roman. I’m sure it will be okay.” Roman smiles at her thankfully.

Both were too distracted to notice the chef and his cart pulling up to their table, and he clears his throat to get their attention. They both turn to face him, and he laughs, then begins lighting the grill up. Logan jumps when he starts sharpening knives against each other, and Roman giggles at her. The chef pours oil onto the grill and it sizzles loudly. He tosses vegetables on and begins chopping them up, eventually moving them into a pile.

“Lean back,” Roman warns, and Logan almost doesn’t have time to do so before a burst of flame lights up in the oil from the controlled blowtorch the chef wields. Logan reels back; she grabs and adjusts her glasses a tad frantically as both Roman and the chef laugh at her reaction. “It’s her first time!” Roman offers heartily. The chef chuckles and winks at him.

He stirs around vegetables a bit more, and then scoops a tiny piece of zucchini onto the blade, nodding to Roman. Roman nods back excitedly, and Logan watches in confusion as he holds his mouth open. The chef tosses the bit of food across the table, and Roman catches it in his mouth, laughing. By the time Logan looks back the chef is looking at her with a piece ready. She nods, hesitantly holding her lips apart. Not apart enough, as the piece hits her lip and falls, she fumbles but catches it in her hand, holding it up to show she saved it. The chef and Roman both laugh and start clapping for her as she sheepishly pops the tidbit in her mouth.

The veggies get pushed to the side to cook, and the chef pours more sparkling oil onto the grill. Logan watches in fascination as he puts some long, flat noodles on, douses them in two different sauces, and then stirs them around and around on the grill, before depositing them to the side to cook.

He walks around and sets two large plates beside their soup bowls, winking at Logan. “Enjoying your first, miss?”

“Yes,” she admits, glancing at Roman. “I am.”

The chef, behind the grill again, shovels heaps of vegetables on each of their plates. Logan adjusts her glasses, a bit wide-eyed at the sheer amount of food. And there’s more to come? Perhaps Roman wasn’t joking about having weeks’ worth of leftovers. She unwraps chopsticks and a fork from the pre-laid place-setter napkins and uses the chopsticks to bring a piece of broccoli to her mouth. It’s delicious, falling apart under her teeth, soft and fried perfectly. Roman chuckles beside her.

“Does it taste good?” he asks in a somewhat dreamy voice.

Logan clears her throat, her face pink. “Ah, yes. Apologies, was I..?”

“Wide eyed and shining like a star with joy? Yes, Logan, you were.”

Logan looks away and back to her food. “I just- I don’t quite know what to do. This is just the vegetables?”

“Well, yeah!” Roman nods to the chef, who is scooping piles of the long noodles onto the plates with the other heap of food. “It’s only the second course too, he hasn’t even started the rice.”

Logan breathes out slowly. She begins eating again, trying to make her way through at least enough to give the poor chef room when he finishes the sizzling pile of rice he’s tossing around. The noodles are one of the best pieces of food she has had in her entire life, she can’t imagine how good rice and meat will be. He’s cooking her dish first, chopping shrimp into pieces and mixing them into half the pile of rice. He douses it in more oil, and sauce, making the grill sizzle loudly. Logan watches him stirring it around with an amazed face, and Roman can only seem to look at her face. He’s never seen her make such big expressions before, and she’s very pretty when she is showing emotion, in his opinion.

Logan has only eaten about one third of the noodles and half of the vegetables when the rice is dumped onto her plate. She tastes it, and accidentally lets out an innocent moan at how good it tastes. Roman covers his mouth to mask a huge, loving grin. Though they’re queerplatonic, sometimes Roman’s aesthetic and alterous attraction overlap in a way that makes him understand what being romantically in love with her would feel like. He tries to focus on his food, but she’s just… radiant.

Logan catches him staring, glancing over to him. “Are you alright, Roman?”

“Hm? Oh- Yes, quite! You’re just such a distraction, Lo.”

Logan lets a short, nervous laugh out, smiling like a cartoon character that was just kissed. “Roman, please settle down.” She pushes up her glasses on her nose.

“I do mean it though,” he sighs. “I wasn’t lying when I said you could be mistaken for royalty. Whether night or day, you’re the heavens at play,” he says, touching his chest and raising an arm like a prince delivering a sonnet.

“Hm, is the couplet an attempt to woo me?”

“But of course,” he winks. A waiter clears their throat, and Roman politely moves his plate to the side so his steak dish can be set down. He pokes at it with his fork, then turns to Logan. “Want to try it?” Logan nods, and begins reaching over with her own fork. Roman shakes his head, raising his up with a bite of meat on it. “Lean over here, pretty.”

Logan’s face goes pink, and she rolls her eyes, but she leans over and lets him place a bite in her mouth tenderly. His gloves stroke her chin softly as he pulls away. She pulls back, setting a fist against her mouth as she chews. “It’s very good.”

“I know, right? This place’s food is just divine.”

Logan takes in Roman’s lovesick face, his slightly crooked grin and glimmering green eyes, filled with emotion that is all caused by her. She breaks eye contact, looking back to her food, trying to contain a dorky smile as she digs through the feast she’s been gifted.

Roman insisted on her letting the driver take her four to-go boxes worth of food as they got back in the car. They sit on the same side this time, Logan leaning slightly into the crook of Roman’s neck. Despite being taller, she has realized she enjoys feeling cradled, especially after so much stimulation. Roman had set his suit jacket around her shoulders, and she holds it tight around herself, dazed and dizzy with emotion. She’s mostly lost talking ability after such a big event, but Roman simply lets her rest in silence, rubbing his hand over her hair. It’s the first time he’s ever seen her hair down, and he can see that it’s slightly curly, falling in black waves just over her shoulders.

Logan lets out a tired sigh, watching street lights pass by. They’ve come back to the school after dark for her to retrieve her car, though driving might be an issue, she realizes faintly. But, to her surprise, Roman also exits the limo, handing a few more bills to the driver as he goes.

“What?” she asks simply.

“I’m going to drive you to your place. I know you have a sofa I can stay on, just for tonight. We can get to class together,” he steps towards her, tucking her cowlick behind her ear again. “You can make sure I actually get there on time for once.”

Logan hesitates, only for a moment, but concedes with a nod, swaying slightly on her feet. Roman drives them, and helps her get up the stairs to her part of the housing unit. The welcoming arms of her dark bedroom feels like being cradled too, and Logan barely even takes off her tie properly before laying down. She sees Roman’s shadow about to leave, and calls to him. “Roman, wait- Can you- could you sleep here? With me?”

Roman’s figure pauses in the doorway, and she can’t see the massive smile cross his face as he melts. He comes back over to her bed, and lays down across from her, squished together on a twin bed. He tries to give her space still, but their faces are there together, looking at each other’s shadowy forms.

“I think I like you. A lot.” Roman confesses it quietly. Logan hums, and crosses the gap, resting her head on his chest.

“You’re pretty nice as well,” she mutters softly.

They drift to sleep with full stomachs, and full hearts as well for that matter.

#college au #sanders sides #logince #dukeceit #logan sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #tss au #sanders sides au #sanders sides fic #tss fic #tss fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction

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swhhdr-wthhr · 4 months ago

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my fanart masterlist

this is just sanders sides stuff from my various aus. i just wanted it all compiled in one place for my own convenience. i'll try to keep updating this but no promises. maybe one day more fandoms will be included

skeletons in the closet au:

character profiles (don't look at these they're so bad)

roman

patton

logan

virgil

nicer drawings (this is where the good stuff is)

virgil literally died and came back to life meme (one of my first digital drawings)

virgil and remus as ghosts in the woods

various doodles of janus + with color

virgil died and came back right meme (wow i wonder if virgil dies and comes back to life in this story)

janus and remus

doodles (these are also bad)

remy made roman gay meme

logan hates gay people meme

first drawings of virgil

patton and logan playing detective

virgil smoking for some reason

logan unicorn princess shirt

kid roman and remus meme

NO EFFIN WAY DUDE WHO BROKE THIS VASE guy is a character in this story and it doesn't matter

didn't remus die? meme

future logan is probably nonbinary meme

opposite au:

first doodle of logan

random facts about the characters in this au

virgil changes for the worst doodle

drawn text posts

first one

second one

zombie apocalypse au:

first character drawings

roman and remus

patton and janus

logan and virgil

early timeline janus and virgil

1920s au:

first character drawings

remus does drag

some kind of sci-fi au with aliens?:

virgil doesn't know how humans work prinxiety comic strip

creativitwins alien faggot comic

patton and logan past and present photos

the disney channel time loop* au?? huh?:

*not really a time loop, time moves but no one ages and their memories reset every loop

first character drawings

logan

virgil and janis

patricia

roman and remus

logan is very normal at sleepovers comic strip

monsters au:

logan werewolf drawings

no au or multiple aus:

virgil and patton are friends in every universe

#sanders sides #masterlist #masterpost #skeletons in the closet au #sanders sides opposite au #sanders sides zombie apocalypse au #sanders sides 1920s au #sanders sides sci-fi au

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wishforchaos · 2 years ago

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Sanders Sides HCs: things that I own that I think they'd wear.

Bc I am diving back into my childhood medias so I can slightly heal from the HUGE traumas that are about to come my way family-wise.

ANYWAY-

Patton:

Light blue GAP sweater: super soft and casual, with a soft V-neck. Could be paired with a cute skirt or pants, with either ankle boots or nicer tennis shoes.

Floral sundress: it's flowy, it's inner slip is soft, and the flower print fabric is sheer. This is based SOLELY off of vibes, but it fits.

White Beret: a souvenirs that I got in France. Could pair it with either of the aforementioned items.

Mary-Jane heels: my first pair of actual heels. Wore them to my first Homecoming. Holds sentimental value. Also I think he'd like the sound they make on hard floors.

Roman:

Sophomore year homecoming dress: it's shimmery, it's pink (i don'town much red, it doesn't look very good on me in most cases) , it's also flowy. It's a wrap dress made of very soft...satin? I think? Not really sure but I got it in Francesca's at the mall, and curled my hair to look like a brunette Marilyn Monroe. Has a bit of tragedy hung on it, as I left homecoming crying that year.

Red Christmas dress: one of the few red things I own and looks good on me. It's sleeveless, high necked, and is made out of velvet. Its a cooler red, hits about knee length, and has a dropped waist. Like down to the bottom of the dress where there's soft like....ruffles? Pleats? Idk ask Calvin Klein. Got it at TJ MAXX for really cheap though.

Red and white striped swater: super cute, REALLY SOFT LIKE OMG, and another red thing that looks good on me! Yay! Pair it with jeans or a black skirt and it looks nice. Oh! It's cropped too. It was a Christmas sweater, before I came to terms with being nonbinary and started to wear feminine stuff again. Super fluffy and warm.

Burnt Orange (?) Maxi skirt: long, flowy, and makes you feel like you're in a medieval town. I got it in a cute little boutique in a smaller town in my state. Got a warm yellow top and felt like Dolores Madrigal. However it can be paired with a plain black or white top. I personally pair it with a black spaghetti strap bralette, easiest way to describe it.

Mary-Jane Heels: "But Wish!" I hear you say "those are listed under Patton!" And you would be absolutely right! They are, aren't they? Well I left a part out about these heels. They're also my theater shoes. My character shoes! I did my first high-school show in them! Oh it was so fun! I found out I can full on sprint in them too, while doing theater! Memories, memories! Danced all night in them. I even wore them to homecoming again with the aforementioned pink dress!

White Beret: another thing from Patton's list, yes. But it's from France, it's stylish, and could work very well within Roman's wardrobe! I actually bought it in Paris! How fun that I bought it in the city of love! Roman would very much enjoy that I feel.

Logan:

Freshman year homecoming dress: shorter, tighterfitting, and dark blue. Nothing to snag, get caught on, or trip over. Practical, and you look good while doing whatever you so choose to do in it. I also met my boyfriend in this dress! He stopped me from maiming a guy who was harassing my friends in it! How fun! It's shimmery too by the way, for a bit of flair.

Knee length black skirt with lace and a strip of ribbon: practical, more conservative, yet still looks good. Got it at St. Vincent's (a thrift store) and was so glad I did.

Black worn leather bag: a hand-me-down from my great-aunt to my mother, who in turn let me have it after I expressed interest in it, it's a messenger bag-esque style purse. It has space to store pencils, id's, wallets, sanitary items, even some books! Very fun and stylish, while also functional!

Black heeled ankle boots: another staple in my classier shoe wardrobe (which is mostly boots, accompanied by three pairs of tennis shoes, one pair of flats, and two pairs of sandals), and made of suede, pretty sure they're also a designer brand that I got for cheap. They are designer, just not Luxury brand, how fun! I think Logan would enjoy the minute I just spent googling about that.

Virgil:

Ghostface graphic tee: got at Hot Topic, it's Ghostface in a car with the text "get in loser! We're going to watch scary movies!" And I found it funny so I bought it. I just think Virgil would vibe with it.

Demonia Ranger 301s: my fist pair of Demonia platforms! I wear them the most out of all my boots haha. They're very simple, only two-three inches and overall just complete a vibe.

Plain purple hoodie: self explanatory, really.

Grey plaid hoodie: also self explanatory.

Grey and white Fall Out Boy hoodie: one of the first hoodies that I wore religiously. I think Virgil would appreciate the band, and also the fact that at one point, I could fit my whole body into it.

Remus:

Hand cropped tank top: the most risqué article of clothing I own. It was made out of stretchy fabric, something I didn't take into consideration when I marked where I wanted to crop. So when I cut it off, and put it on, it barely covered my chest. Needless to say my parents were NOT pleased, but they let me keep it because I liked it and I MADE it. I tend to layer this under a mesh top that I own. I would list it, but the color scheme doesn't fit Remus at all. It's black.

Black miniskirt: a pleated black miniskirt that I own. If I had my way, this item and the cropped tank would be an outfit, but my parents wouldn't let me out of the house, so that's a not for now. It's mid thigh length.

Fishnet thigh-highs: the man would wear fishnets. You can't tell me otherwise.

Jean jacket: it's a lightwash, but it's covered with pins and is overall going to be very alt fashion once I'm done with it. I think either Virgil or Remus would wear this tbh.

Leather jacket: I have two but this one is big, bulky, and is real leather. A hand-me-down from my aunt, I LOVE this thing and I'm sure Remus would too. It's perfect for riding on a motorcycle.

Janus:

Leather Jacket: my other one, slim, classy, but still has edge. It's got cool stitching on some of the panels too.

Midi-length yellow skirt: it sits just below my knees, and is a dark golden yellow color, pair it with a button down, tights, and heeled boots and it's very classy.

Yellow and white checkered dress: a similar yellow to the skirt, the dress has one sleeve, and a cutout on the side. Very interesting but also very flattering. If I remember correctly, it also has pockets and a slit. Over all, very classy.

Knee length boots: they're my motorcycle boots when I don't wear my platforms. No seriously, that's what they're made for! They're Harley-Davidson. They've got lacing on the side, a small heel, not even an inch I don't think, and a H-D logo on the faux strap on the top.

Sorry that this was so long, but I hope you enjoyed!

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #deceit sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #ts roman #ts remus #ts patton #ts logan #ts virgil #ts deceit #ts janus

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