#sander sides fan fic

[tss-highschool-au]

if I were to write smut would anyone be interested in reading it

[sandersontheside]

a little snippet from the prinxiety and logicality coffee shop AU I’m working on. Poor Logan. imagine expecting peppy adorable Patton and getting grumpy, impatient Virgil.

[halloween4life]

Sanders Sides Animal headcanons because I'm bored

I've been having a lot of thoughts about how Janus and Patton canonically have like, animal traits/feature. While Virgil and Remus only really have animals they're associated with as opposed to canon traits (as far as I'm aware/remember). And how Logan and Roman have no animal associations (again as far as I'm aware/remember). So I'm making headcanons for them organized from most to least 'canon' (in terms of the characters)

(also these are all with the intent of the sides being "humans with animal traits" as opposed to them like, animorphing)

Patton

Can jump the highest out of all the sides it's actually kinda scary

He can turn his legs into frog legs to jump even higher like my guy you do NOT need to be doing all that

He will eat bugs and he hates that fact about himself. One time while cooking dinner there was a fly in the room and he just, grabbed it and ate it without a second thought. He then proceeded to completely give up on life for the next 5 hours.

Virgil tried to bond with him over this and it only made things worse for both of them I think.

On a lighter note I think he makes ribbits and chirping sounds when he's happy or excited

but he will start croaking when he's in any kind of distress

He does have spots on his body, mostly on his back

Janus

I dont care what anyone says this I'm giving this man a rattlesnake tail

The tail isn't always visible like his scales, it's something he retract so he doesn't have to constantly deal with it. Honestly most of his traits that aren't his scales he can chose whether to present them or not

Definitely venomous but he doesn't really know why it does. (Logan was studying the sides' animal features and once he found out bout this, asked for a sample of his venom and proceeded to down it like a shot for research purposes. Neither of them had a good time that day)

Anyway his venom is basically an anesthetic, it will knock you out. (or in Logan's case make you horribly sick for the next 3 hours) (these headcanons were thought of before the latest incorrect quotes video I'm just that good)

Remus

He gives me blue ring octopus vibes

His body is definitely covered in ring patterns, generally they're kinda faded and look like old scares but he can make them more prominent and colorful

Also venomous, I think it would be a paralytic because something something sleep paralysis

Only has 6 tentacles 😔

His tentacles protrude from his back in basically the same way/places as Janus' arms

He can and will fit through any gap imaginable because no bones. He once forced his way through the gap under Virgil's door and he(Virgil) still has nightmares about it

he can regenerate his tentacles, this is often a result of his chopping them off for sushi jokes

Virgil

I feel like he's kinda a tarantula but I'm scared of spiders so I'm not very picky about the specifics

He also only has 6 spider legs (arms?)

They ALSO come out of his back in the same way as Remus and Janus' limbs

Can climb walls

CAN produce webs, but the come out of his fingers (sorry Remus), and they're a very light purple and kinda shimmery

He has sharp teeth, sorry I take no criticism

He does actually have fangs and chelicerae but he tries not to present those as much as it's definitely kinda freaky

Also willing to eat bugs 😔

oh oh oh he has stripes on his arms (horizontal)

HE HAS MULTIPLE EYES

Logan

He's definitely a bird

I know a lot of people make him either a crow or raven (which I totally understand), but I feel like he would be an owl, specifically a barn owl but that may just be the Mexican in me talking

Because of that, this man is dead silent when he moves, and has accidently given everyone heart attacks on multiple occasions

His wings are massive like you would not believe

I don't think he particularly cares for his wings much (i.e. grooming and preening), both because it's a really long and tedious process but also he kinda doesn't see the value in having animal traits, because of this he also doesn't really present his traits as much

He does grow feathers on different parts of his body, most notably on his chest/neck area, he's very self conscious about it

he can fully black out his eyes but it's not actually black it's just a really dark blue

Not really an animal traits hc, but Logan has absolutely gone to each of the sides like "I would like to study you 👁👁"

He does sometimes have very odd body language vecause of this, like he just kinda moves around weird (honestly just watch a video with a barn owl moving around and you'll see what I mean

OH he can turn his head around 270°, usually he uses this to scare the shit out of one of the sides if they are standing behind him

Roman

I'm gonna need yall to hear me out on this one but I feel like if Roman was gonna be associated with any animal it would be a deer

I'm specifically thinking a white tailed deer (not initially conceived as a Bambi reference)

He has bright red antlers and loooves presenting them once their freshly shed (fun fact deers shed their antlers)

That being said, he is actually super self conscious when he's shedding the velvet of his antlers (if you are squeamish about blood don't look it up) because it is 'gross and scary.' For a while Remus was the only one who knew about this.

He has a deer tail sorry I take no criticism

The fastest runner of the sides

he really enjoys just running around, like bro is actually the frolicer

He actually has a very faint darker patch of skin running up from the tip of his nose to his whole forehead (it sounds weird to explain in words but yall are just gonna have to trust me on this)

He has light spots on his back like how baby white tailed deer do

[nectorbruise]

I know I just posted shh! (Warning: imma bout to rant)

Last year, I said I wanted Logan to have a possession situation due to a deal struck with the orange side, similar to Ford and Bill from Gravity Falls. That’s still cool to me, and is probably whats gonna happen in the finale, but I like the idea of Logan simply being the orange side in the first place. Patton and Logan are the only sides to share a color; is it really so hard to believe that Logan is not dark blue? We watched Janus silence the other sides, we’ve seen Patton censor them, and we’ve built major conflict surrounding suppression. Logan being suppressed, who Logan honestly is, being suppressed by the other sides (namely Patton) would be quite interesting.

All of the sides look to Thomas for approval and how he thinks of them changes their level of influence. By that logic, Patton should, in theory, be a lot stronger than the rest. Maybe Logan had…crossed a line.

Idk, I just want him to lose his mind a little bit

[lolia21]

Well I feel down a Sanders Sides rabbit hole and now I have one fan fic idea that keeps playing in my head:

Remus and Roman are twins but they don't attend the same school because Remus was... himself and his parents were kindly asked to transfer him to a school that "fits his personality better". So he goes to a school a whole district over. He gets along with Roman and he loves him but they are very different people so they don't hang out a lot. Remus also can't stand the blatant favoritism they're parent give Roman. He thinks it's sweet that Roman tries to tap it down but it doesn't change anything.

Sp Remus spends most of his free time at his friend Janus house with his other friend Virgil. Janus also shouldn't be attending their school cause he's loaded but he hated the prep school he was sent to and transferred behind his parents back. Money can get you literally anything. Expect real friends which is why Janus loves Remus and Virg so much. Virgil is actually living at a near by boys home. As a kid his home situation wasn't great and he doesn't talk about it a lot. He ended up at Sanders House four years ago though and it's not too bad.

So anyway Roman has never meet Remus' friends and Remus has never met Roman's friend Patton and Logan. Whenever they come over is always at Janus' house. He knows they exist just like Roman knows Virgil and Janus do but they've not met in person over the last two years.

So it all starts pm a long weekend because Halloween is Friday. ( fun fact my school in gerogia gave us Halloween and Valentines off and used it as teacher workshop days.)

So of course the dark side trio is hype, roaming the mall, scaring people, judging costumes, and trying to find accessories to improve their own.

The light side trio is also their because Patton waited too late to get a "decent" (Roman's words) costume, and Logan was hoping to avoid getting one at all.

The crowds get so bad that everyone is separated. Luckily both sides actually have designated met spots, tho for very different reasons. The darks sides met spot is the horror section at Barnes and Nobles. It's large enough that Virgil won't feel claustrophobic and he can read some Poe while he waits and not have people constantly asking if he needs assistance. It was a place chosen, so he doesn't have a panic attack while he waits for his friends since he's the only one without a phone.

On the other had the light side trio chose the lgbtq+ teen romance section as their meet spot. Mainly Because it'll distract Roman enough that he won't get bored of waiting and wonder out to find his friends before they get there. Defeating the purpose of the spot all together.

You can see where this is going.

Patton has been trying to get on the elevator for the last five minuets but everyone time he tries to get on the same time as someone else he let's them all go first and theres no room for him. This goes on until a nice but kinda rude stranger just days "oh my gawd" and pulls him in as he in goes in. The stranger honestly looks way to well dressed to be here and doesn't even introduce himself. He just starts playing on his phone and Patton doesn't know whether saying thank you would be annoying or not. Janus on the other hand is texting Remus about how just met someone who reminds him a little of freshman Virgil and how he hopes he's not freaking out.

Logan has decided to take the stairwell because he knows that people arr less likely to use it over the escalators or elevators. He looks a floor above him and someone who kinda sorta looks like Roman sliding down the railing on his ass and laughing the whole time. He barely has time to dodge as someone yells " dodge nerd" and flies past him. Honestly Logans so surprised by whatever the hell that was that it take him two whole ass minutes to start walking again. Remus is just having a blast. He didn't think this would work and he saw a pretty cute nerd on the way down.

Roman is having a complicated time. He lgbtq teen romance section is usually in the front if the store but it's been switched with the horror section for the month. So here is is not being able to decide whether he should just stay here because the ia the physical spot he normals what's at or go the the actual section with all the books about the boys kissing that he likes to read. Virgil on the other hand is on the virge (ha) of kinda freaking out. He's happy that the sectionnis getting more love, even if it's only for money. But he liked that it was in the back and away from the crowds of people coming in and out. Not to mention theirs someone dude dresses like a prince yelling on the phone to someone named Patton about whether he should "go to the section of love and acceptance or stay in emo hell". Virgil is insulted enough by this to tell him Roman to please stop yelling and go to whatever section isn't here. Roman rolls his eyes calls him knock off Gerard way and ignores him. Virgil completely forgets how nervous he was becuase now his piss3d and they get into an arguments.

It ends when Patton walks in and calls for Roman at the same time that Janus calls in and calls for Virgil. They look to their friend seemingly coming in together and are about to complain to their respective friends when Janus, Virgil and Roman here a familiar voice go

"Brobro what are you doing here. Hey Jan, hey virge," and Remus walks in completely unaware of the fighting that was just happening. Virgil tries to actually get a good like at this guy's face and realizes that without the make up and general zanny disposition he does look a lot like Remus. Before anyone can respond tk that, an another person asks

"OH God Roman what did you do? Who are they?" And of course it's Logan.

So now are dark sides are standing on one side and all the lights on the other. As the two siblings and their two different friend groups collide. Teen hurt, comfort and angst ensues.

[logans-old-tie]

I need someone to yell at me to keep writing my damn fan fiction, since when did it become half a year since I last posted or something?

It’s a royal au Loceit situation called “Rise of a king and the fall of a queen” It’s about an arranged marriage between the newly crowned prince Logan and Janus, who hasn’t come out as trans yet and therefore people still think he is Janice Ethans, a sweet little lady.

Janus, the clever boy he is, plans to assassinate his new husband and take his place on the throne.

If this sounds intriguing to you at all then please please yell at me to keep writing it cause I’m just in purgatory

Here’s a link to the chapters I have so far~

[greenninjagal-blog]

OMMGGG sorry i’m abt to nerd out but i was so delighted to see you reblogged my anxceit art bcuz it was originally going to be fanart for your space orcs fic 😭😭♥️ aka my favorite piece of fan work of all time. i only changed course cuz i wanted to ask permission first 🙏🙂‍↕️

ASHHDKAJA? THIS IS LITERALLY THE SWEETEST THING EVER?? YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY MAKE FANART ANY TIME?

Holy shit I love those designs so much. Tall boy Virgil with his blushy blushy blush, and Janus acting all suave and cool just to go home and scream into a pillow!! I love them so muchhhh!! They're so perfect for them. Janus's snake bites really add to the rich boy rebel academic look, and Virgil's ripped jeans and spiky bracelets have him look exactly like the person that Janus's parents HATE.

I have so much love for you right now. Thank you soooo much!!

[psst! check out my space orcs au here after looking at those designs!!]

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

"We were born in the shadow of the crimes of our fathers"

Title: Like a Sword Upon Our Hearts Pairings: Janus & Remy (Sleep) Summary: When Remy ventured into a tavern for a good drink and merriment during Winter's End celebration, he could hardly expect to find an intriguing figure lingering conspicuously on the outskirts. Word-Count: 1.9k Warnings: Fantasy AU, Magic, First Meetings, Abuse Mentions, Alcohol This oneshot is set in the same AU as Heard No More and it is a prequel fic exploring the backstories of Janus and Remy. You can read this as a standalone fic, Janus and Remy are both in their early twenties in this.

- Remy takes a sip of his mulled wine to hide a smile from curling across his lips. There is a boisterous crowd at Nate's tavern tonight; loud, voracious types that rather fancy an ale than celebrating Winter's End with family.

There is, of course, more than ale to consume. A traveling bard troupe performs on the tavern's meager attempt for a stage, their elbows raised at awkward angles to avoid smacking each other in the face while they play their instruments. Sweet melodious tunes play regardless of their unfortunate close proximity. The crowd shouts more than they do sing the carols, the lyrics confidently incoherent in their sway.

There are straying eyes, sordid whispers and hands grasping other hands leading out the door. Some are bold enough to clasp onto each other in the tavern itself, pressing mouths tightly to one another until inevitably a gasp of air breaks them apart.

As the music swells, the crowd's shouts grow wilder as flickering orange illusions dance above the bard troupe. It takes the shape of fireworks, streaks of lights that flash and fade into bigger and grander bursts of color.

It is the work of the flutist, who is still playing in tandem of their accompanists. A talented Ether-Blessed, to be able to perform music while wordlessly crafting a beautiful light show.

His sister Maude would scoff, her hands flying dismissably: 'So what? The Ether cares not for words, but the innate desires of its Blessed.'

She is right, of course. But their parents have other thoughts on the matter.

But in the midst of this joyous chaos, Remy's attention is relegated entirely to a man sitting alone in the far corner of the tavern. The man sits straight in his chair, his hands folded carefully into his lap. There is a dark velvet cloak resting around his shoulders, the hood drawn back to reveal a face.

One that is handsome by conventional means, a strong jawline that gives way to tousled wavy blond hair. It is darkened due to the dimming sunlight of wintertime, but Remy knows it is a blinding white in summertime. It is also normally slicked back, its waves contained into clean lines. The tunic and trousers look plain, too plain for the wiry frame it covers. The man's eyes give himself entirely away, a hazel with flecks of gold if one examined closely. To which, Remy has.

Remy can't help it. He chortles quietly into his mulled wine. How has the bastard made it this far into a tavern unscathed? People have floated by his table, exchanging hearty good tidings with what they assume is just a traveler passing through.  A few have invited him for a dance or a drink and leave presumably being politely declined.

None have made the same connection Remy has, although very few have lived the life Remy has.

No longer able to satiate his curiosity from afar, Remy rises up from his spot, taking his mulled wine with him. A couple eagerly take his seat, cuddling close together to make it work. Remy minds it no heed, as he causally strolls through the crowd.

"Good tidings to the end of winter!" Someone shouts at him.

"As are unto you!" Remy replies back, as customary.

"Remy, good to see you, come dance with us." Another regular says.

"Another time," Remy says. So, on and on it goes, exchanging pleasantries with stranger and familiar alike until he finds himself sitting down in front of his chosen target.

"Greetings, good tidings to the end of winter to you." Remy says, raising his mulled wine towards the man.

He looks at Remy, examining him in a detached way that one would bear towards a stranger. He is a good actor, but it seems as though he does not recognize him.

Remy could hardly blame him. A man like him as little reason to remember fleeting faces.

"As are unto you," The man says at last, raising his own choice of poison towards him. Their glasses clink and then they both take a sip.

"So what brings you here this Winter's End?" Remy asks, lazily swirling his mulled wine with a finger.

The man shakes his head, smiling, "Why the same as anyone who crosses this tavern's threshold--I simply seek a respite from the cold to that of an atmosphere filled with warmth and merriment."

The man's flowery prose betrays him even further.

"Is that simply so?" Remy asks, "Well then, you are fortunate to have visited this tavern tonight."

The man stares at him, a flash of something in his eyes. "Oh? And why is that?"

"The tavern is packed, and everyone is too sloshed out of their minds to pay you little heed. On a quieter night however..." Remy's voice trails off.

He gives the man a knowing look before raising a hand and flicking his fingers in the shape symbolizing the letter 'P.' He then takes that hand, tapping it on the right front of his chest before tapping it against his left hip. The motion mimicking a sash across one’s torso.

The man's smile doesn't break, but his grip on his mug hardens.

"I am not sure I know what you attempt to convey." He says, coolly.

"Oh c'mon," Remy rolls his eyes, "The tunic and trousers are fine, but that velvet cloak gives you away completely. If not the cloak, then your poise and the way you speak."

"We seem to be at a misunderstanding," The man rebuts, "I am a merchant from Golic, here for business. Nothing more, nothing less."

If Remy didn't know better, he would take the man's word for it. Instead, he laughs as he draws closer to the man in a hushed tone. Not like it matters in a tavern content to revel in the drowning of ale and clamorous celebration.

"Then, pray tell, why you bear a striking resemblance to one Prince Janus?"

There is that flash in his eyes again, yet Janus's face remains placid. He takes a long sip of his beverage, staring Remy down.

"Who are you?" Janus eventually asks, when its apparent Remy will offer no further elaboration of his own.

"My parents gifted me the name Rembrandt Noctis, I prefer the name Remy myself." Remy introduces himself, making a slight bow in his seat, "We met once, in passing, although I forgive you for forgetting my charm and good looks."

"Rembrandt Noctis?" Janus mutters under his breath. There is a dreaded spark of recognition from his surname. "The appointed magistrate heir of the Noctis order?"

"Former appointed heir," Remy says, correcting him, "To my parents' great dismay, I have a love of the carefree, laidback life."

By the display of his scrutinizing gaze, Janus doesn't seem to believe him. He does not challenge him, instead shifting to a different question.

"Why are you here?" Janus asks. It is more than that one question. It is also "Are you a threat?" and "What is a mage from a prestigious family doing in a rowdy tavern?" and "How did you know it was me?"

Remy chooses to answer them all at once.

"Same as what you said earlier, 'a respite from the cold' and all that," Remy gestures all around the tavern. The bard troupe has started up a Tilmaroy ballad, one that draws hoots and hollers from the crowd.

Remy can't help himself as he stomps a foot against the worn wooden floor to the beat of the music. "Although it is more than the cold, isn't it? I think we're kindred souls, you and I. We're here to forget the fact we were born in the shadow of the crimes of our fathers."

"I didn't know a pacifist mage order had sins to bear."

"Pacifist can be defined in more than one way," Remy laughs, "same way that a doting benevolent king to his 'sickly' son can be."

Janus's mouth twists. He raises his glass to that, before downing its remaining contents. Remy has only heard rumors, a tale of a spare button, the fifth horseshoe, a second-born prince seconds away from being the first born.

Citizens of the kingdom know there are two princes. They have seen very little of their second-born prince. The tale that is told is that he is sickly, too weak to wander outside his bedroom for long intervals.

He only had one encounter with the prince before this. It was at a meeting between the heads of prominent mage orders and the royal council. Remy's parents had dragged him in attendance, to sit still and observe.

Janus was there, in place of his brother Ethan. No one had known, for the two looked identical. Or rather, those touched by the Ether looked the other way.

"He is acting in the Crown Prince's stead, for all intents and purposes, that is the Crown Prince, so you will address him as such." His mother explained to him, her nails digging into his shoulder.

The Ether sung otherwise. It sung not of a scorching sun or a thunderous thunderstorm, instead it sung of sunlight on a gentle spring day. A brilliant yellow, spun from fine wool. A lonely howl of a wolf without a pack. Tremors of a sapling without a forest to shield it from fierce gales. A milk snake slithering through the grasses, easily mistaken at a glance for its dangerous counterpart. A puppet hanging by a single thread, forced to echo words and actions that are not its own.

Even in the present, does the Ether sings of such things. Remy wonders what Janus would think of the Ether's portrait of him. Perhaps one day, he'll reveal it to him.

Remy shakes his head from such musings, downing the rest of his own drink. The swell of the music rises, as the ballad reaches Remy's favorite part. Impulsively, he rises to his feet, ignoring the slight wooziness of his inebriation.

"Would you care to dance?" He asks, offering up his hand, "it's not Winter's End without a dance to celebrate."

"Would I look out of place for not dancing?"

"Oh most certainly," Remy says, smirking, "best to not cast unwanted eyes your direction."

That is enough for Janus's hand to slip into his own. It is cold and unexpectedly calloused for a noble. Especially for a supposed sickly shut-in. Remy gleefully pulls Janus into the throngs of the crowd, towards the center where a circle for dancing has formed.

Janus, of course, is a trained dancer. He is not a trained dancer in the folk dances that this ballad dictates. So, Remy readily assumes the lead, guiding him through spins and twirls. To his delight, Janus is a quick learner, latching onto the steps with ease.

The crowd yells in drunken delight.

"Wow look at them go!"

"Hey Remy, save some for the rest of us!"

The ballad reaches its climax, the fiddle's notes screeching faster and faster. Remy looks at Janus, "You ready?"

"Ready for what--"

Remy laughs, as he spins Janus endlessly on the dying refrain of the ballad. He does not stop until the music ends, to which he pulls Janus back to him, his body close against his own. Janus's face is flushed, his face pinched with exertion. Remy worries for a moment the man will puke on him, but then he throw back his head and laughs.

"You're an intriguing enigma, Remy."

"Thank you, I try." He says, winking, "now, as a token of goodwill and our newfound friendship, may I buy you a drink?"

Janus scoffs, slipping free of Remy's grasp. His lips still curve upwards despite that. "You may."

The poorly disguised prince ventures off to the barkeep and Remy follows after. Ether thrums through Remy, clawing through every vein and tissue of his being. Remy may not heed his parents' teachings, but he is not foolish enough to ignore the Ether's calling.

He is certain, even if it comes at the risk of his precious midday naps, he's content to follow after Janus come what may.

[starlocked01]

Dukexiety Week Day 1- Tattoo Shop/Florist

Summary: Remus leaves his shop to bother Virgil at work with a gift.

Wc: 940

Warnings- existentialism, panic attacks

@dukexietyweek

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Remus stood just outside the door to the tattoo parlor, bouncing on his toes and shifting his weight from foot to foot. This had seemed like such a good idea ten minutes ago, and while he normally wouldn’t hesitate to just walk in, something felt off today. It was on the tip of his tongue, an irritating niggle in the back of his mind that wouldn’t shut up for two seconds.

Swallowing his energy for the moment, Remus strode forward, pushing open the door with the arm not held behind his back and waving brightly at the patrons who turned to inspect the newcomer at the sound of the doorbell. He had to admit he was a little impressed that they weren’t in enough pain to just ignore him. Remus glanced around the shop, eyes darting directly to Virgil’s station. His heart leaped into his throat to find the station empty, the only sign it was ever used was a couple of concept art drawings hanging from the wall next to the tattoo gun. 

Frowning, Remus turned back to the front desk.

“Where’s Virge?” 

A man riddled in piercings to make a porcupine jealous and covered in enough ink to illustrate an entire novel rolled his eyes, “In the back on break. I think he’s booked for the afternoon-”

Remus was already pushing past, “I don’t need an appointment- thanks!”

“Hey!” the man shouted after him, but Remus had already darted to the back of the shop. 

The backroom was surprisingly office-like for the dark edgy main floor of the shop, brightly lit with beige tiled floors and bland walls. The biggest pop of color to the room were several cork boards along the walls covered in schedules, notes from management, and several pieces of art made by the tattoo artists. Remus glanced around and stopped in his tracks when he spotted Virgil curled up in the corner of the room.

"Baby!" Remus called softly, walking over and sitting on the floor next to him, "what- what's wrong, scarebear?"

Virgil’s eyes snapped up at the sound of his voice, blinking from within the dark recesses of his hoodie, pulled tight over his face. "Rem?"

"Yeah, it's me, baby. Are you okay?"

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?"

Remus chuckled, "I left the shop in good hands. I wanted to see you."

"Who?"

"JJ's watching. And Rome was gonna drop in soon so everything is fine. What's wrong?" Remus ask again, mad that his premonition had been right.

"I- I can't do it," Virgil mumbled, looking down to avoid Remus's eyes, "too much. Bad day."

Remus's heart fell from his throat down to his stomach, "a bad brain day? Well good thing I brought these," he carefully pulled a small terra cotta pot from behind his back, packed with soil and a couple flowers standing tall on long stems. "I figured.. we have some at home and you love the carnations in the greenhouse, so why not bring you a couple for work…"

Virgil looked back up, blinking the overwhelmed tears out of his eyes and rubbed at his cheeks with his sleeve, "they're just gonna die. We're all gonna die- Rem- why-?"

Remus shushed softly and shuffled closer to wrap an arm around Virgil’s shoulders, "just breathe with me, emo. It's gonna be alright."

He started to breathe in long slow breaths to demonstrate for Virgil, rubbing his shoulder and pushing the flower pot closer to him. Shaking with the effort, Virgil reached forward until his finger tips were brushing the petals of the carnation.

When the man with the copious tats and piercings came back to pull Virgil back on the floor to take a customer, Remus growled held Virgil closer, not about to let his boyfriend get pushed around. It seemed like forever, but Virgil eventually calmed down enough to turn and hug Remus closer himself.

"That's my baby," Remus beamed and kissed his forehead, "wanna call it a shift and come back with with? The carnations miss you, baby."

"Frankie's gonna be pissed," Virgil murmured, leaning into Remus's shoulder.

He laughed softly, "no one is gonna tell you no when I'm around, sweetpea." Remus hummed and nuzzled Virgil’s cheek, "my lilac lover. I think you need a break and any good boss would give you one by rescheduling your appointments."

Virgil sniffed, "but…"

"Butt," Remus giggled.

"But… my three o'clock is for a rainbow carnation," Virgil whispered.

Remus gasped, "you didn't tell me you were doing carnation tats! I gotta get one-" he whined and gave Virgil pleading eyes.

Virgil chucked, "where? You've barely got canvas left, babe."

"What about my forehead? Does it look empty to you?" 

Virgil snorted, "nooo I don't do faces!"

"Oh come on! You could give it little kissies in bed!" Remus pouted and kept pleading with Virgil, glad to see him laughing again. 

"Absolutely not," Virgil replied firmly, shaking his head.

"Will you at least keep these babies at your station to remember me at work? And help you keep calm?" Remus asked, picking up the clay pot again.

Virgil reached for the pot and held it gingerly, inspecting the flowers, "I guess…"

"Yay!" Remus nuzzled him again, earning a bright laugh from his boyfriend.

"Okay okay- see you at home? Or do you want me to pick you up at the shop?"

"Yeah, we can walk home from the greenhouse," Remus nodded, "call me if you get overwhelmed again?"

Virgil sighed, "yeah.. how did you know today?"

"Just had a feeling, beautiful," Remus kissed his cheek, "you got this."

"Thank you, Re."

"You got it, Vi."

[rosesradio]

does anyone want to make like a petition or something for thomas to donate at least part of the ad revenue on his sorting video to a trans charity? or at least put some kind of disclaimer in the video or in the description stating that he doesn’t support jkr, and maybe link some resources and/or charities to encourage donations? idk, it just sits weirdly with me that, upon checking the video a minute ago, there’s no alterations to how it was originally posted to address the bigotry of that franchise.

(especially considering he bought a bunch of merch for the video, which he makes a joke about, potentially encouraging his viewers to sort & buy merch for their houses as well)

[squ1ggles]

I've started writing Sanders sides fan fiction and having a great time

[darcylovette]

Creatures of the Night

By Darcy Lovette (ao3)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship/s: Logan/Virgil

Genre: Supernatural Romance AU

Tags: Werewolves, Vampires, Omegaverse, Magic, Drama and Romance, Hurt and Comfort, Witches, Mild Dom/Sub, Slowburn, Explicit (full tags on story)

A world where Humans, Werewolves, Vampires, and Witches live together in “harmony”.

It’s not uncommon for a Rogue wolf to try and make a life outside of a Pack, but for Omegas it’s a different story.

To keep their uneasy pact with the distrustful humans, all Omegas must be placed within a Pack, the exact place decided by their Leader. If one is found, they must be handed over at once, with no fair trial or say in the matter.

After ten years living free, Virgil is caught and forced to integrate with a Pack so large it became its own independent city. But unexpected complications see him placed in the custody of Logan du Bris - son of the infamous Lord of Vampires.

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28

[artsy-book]

sometimes I feel like I have strayed too far from my like, og fandoms. but then I see a post talking about the septic egos and I feel like I have returned home <3

[threecrowsinatrenchcoat]

Three Months Later

The night was cold, colder than Logan was used to this time of year. A faint dusting of snow had settled over the rocky cliffside the night before, and the sun’s rays had not been enough to melt it throughout the day. This meant that now, he and Roman were moving through a mess of muddy slush. Though Logan hated to spend his spells so early on, he’d had no choice but to use magic to ensure their footprints did not linger behind them.

“I fucking hate Stormhold,” Roman muttered quietly. The Eldritch Knight walked half a step in front of Logan, as if trying to keep his wizard companion shielded from any potential threats that might come at them. But the night was quiet.

“It is only going to get worse the further north we go,” Logan said in return.

[continue on AO3]

[the-aerispace]

I HAVE A THEORY FINALLY I CAN SHARE IT YIPPEE

Buckle up chucklefucks this is going to be very long!

So basically, I imagine it as mainly little things. I'm pretty sure he was mostly whole until Catholic guilt and or moral compass stated setting in. (And absolutely Janus and Patton had a hand in it BUT NOT IN THE WAY YOU THINK)

Romulus as I lovingly refer to him was probably just doing what he does it is his job yk and so were the others. As you grow up you start thinking about more mature things, but Thomas has it bad with intrusive thoughts at a young age (me too buddy) and because of what he was taught according to Logan that thought is a precursor to action, he is immediately Very Scared because he is a child and also now believes he's awful (bye bye self esteem!) and starts separating the good ideas from the bad ones because of his sense of Morality (See, not directly his fault, but Patton absolutely was scared of Romulus in some way because he was scared Thomas would be a bad person because of him) and as such Romulus' thoughts start to separate on their own, fun. And then Patton starts fully leaning into repression without really knowing it, making them worse. A good amount of having intrusive thoughts, recoiling at yourself, mentally washing your hands, begging for forgiveness, call yourself disgusting, repeat, ect. (I hate this part so much) And then as a response to Thomas' distress, Janus (yay she arrives) tries to hide away the bad parts to shield him, not knowing what that would do. Because you can't really separate Romulus' ideas from him. They're practically parts of his body, his own essence given form. (At this point he isn't the ego, just Thomas' Creativity, hopes and dreams.) So it's like trying to unbake a cake.

Or is it? (Vsauce music here)

Romulus' ideas are like extensions of himself really (not physically let me say.. just a very strong emotional attachment, that is very Very special to him on a deeply personal level yfm?) so really having them being constantly rejected time and time again with some of them being accepted for a reason you can't fathom (because this criteria of good Vs bad is very confusing bc he doesn't really understand it well, he's not Morality) must do wonders for your self worth especially if it's for seemingly no reason, bc I'm saying that he doesn't really know the difference between "good" and "bad" ideas (and I don't think remus or Roman do either for reasons I'm not explaining here) so he probably hates himself (which is the ripping himself apart thing) a whole lot and not to mention Thomas, the person he does everything for, exists for, hates his ideas as well. So you can imagine how this might lead to some.... Emotional and or mental breakdown that has great physical symptoms. (The Split, I'm saying, was this.)

Because self hate isn't very good for a child or a developing ego I can imagine that Janus is trying and failing to find some way to hide what Romulus is from Thomas without taking away all of his creativity. And Patton is grappling with trying to keep Thomas good, fueled by Catholic guilt. So as a result of the pressure.. Romulus breaks. Literally. It was building all that time until something, which I personally headcanon as Thomas himself, unconsciously separated the parts of his creativity.

(Side tangent > I also think because of the fact that Thomas said himself "creativity is about.. butterflies, and magic!" And not "whatever that is" referring to Remus' stuff, it must have caused some big identity issues, which might have also caused problems and made it worse.)

(another, this time abt Janus: I feel like his base ability is just: hide stuff to protect Thomas. Hide stuff like lying, hide the bad things from him as was said in Can Lying be Good and also Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts, and so he HAS to hide bad things from Thomas that he doesn't want to know, like Romulus, but he can't, but he has to, feedback loop where he cannot do his job, feels inferior, am I making sense please?????)

And then bam, Roman and Remus arrive, and they're in two little chunks of "good stuff" and "bad stuff" and easy for Janus to separate and hide from both Thomas and Patton. (Because I feel like Patton is more of an escapist at this point, he'd rather not know or think of bad stuff and just help Thomas be good) And then that's really the beginning of the end for the unity of the Sides yk? Everybody is calm (Patton, Janus, Logan & Twins) until Remus starts his usual stuff, Patton thinks everything is fine before seeing how Remus is, and then he's scared, and Thomas is scared because he's bad, and so Janus has to hide him away, still going between the two and stuff before he really starts to think lying is bad and then Janus has to hide himself, and that's really the second Split, and as such the dark sides are formed lol. (I imagine orange is there in the darkness from being long repressed even before Remus and Janus go there.) And then Virgil comes along and the rest is history.

fuck that was long. I didn't mean for it to be this long. I might trim it down idk bc it devolved into a timeline of a Split Fic I'm writing atm.... but whatever here you go

[ajexists1214]

So many of you probably do not know (especially since I wasn’t on tumblr then) but I wrote this multi chapter Sanders Sides fic called A Life Worth Living. It was about Janus who has gone through a terrible past who now meets the loveable and happy pappy Patton and he starts to believe that maybe he can have a life worth living. I stopped updating it because honestly? My mental health was shit and I was losing interest in the fandom…

…but now I’m back!! I just updated it tonight after 3 years and I’m hoping yall enjoy!!