#sanders sides shipnames

[thomas-sanders-shipname-glossary]

Hello Fanders!

Thanks to the lovely @tsspromptmonth event, I realized I actually don't know a lot of shipnames for the pairings I don't regularly engage with. And finding those names out is a hassle. So, I decided I would gather what shipnames I can find and put them in comprehensible lists for easier access. This will probably take me a while to set up, but I'll try to work on it consistently.

I would also like to do some polls at some point, just to gauge the popularity between certain shipnames, all in good fun of course, you can use whatever names you like.

Also, this is a proship blog! I know many don't like to acknowledge that RemRom exists but I will not be turning a blind eye. You can block this account if they bother you. I will be tagging it appropriately.

For now, my first goal is to set up lists for just the shipnames between the six sides, Patton, Roman, Logan, Virgil, Janus and Remus. Other will probably added later but this is it for now (that's already gonna be a lot guys).

If you have any shipnames you think aren't well known, please send me and ask or submission! Especially if we're talking polyships of four or more, the bit I've gathered so far isn't much.

Be kind to each other and see you soon!

Edit: First list is up here! Once I have more, I'll make a proper masterpost.

[thomas-sanders-shipname-glossary]

Hi there!

From what I've gathered you can use either:

Moxceit

or

Anamoceit!

If you have more OT3 names you want to look up, here's a list!

i don't know the ship name for virgil/patton/janus. but i really like it. specifically in a very particular way that maximizes suffering

[jack-enbyfold]

The urge to make a TSS Roller Derby au just so I can get jammer!Virgil and blocker!Remus is strong today

[panblackeagle]

I need more roleplay partners

This is an active attempt at making people want to roleplay with me, because I just need more active ones, other than the one that I currently have (they're irreplaceable for sure!)

Now, my main genres are romance (usually the base), fantasy, action, medieval, sci-fi, gore, even angst, just no slice of life. I accept anything MxM, FxF, NBxNB, FxNB, MxNB, shipping OCs is cool, I really lean into the fantasy aspect with my OCs, but I mainly ship specific things from fandoms (I am quite sure that you will recognise at least one of these, trust me). I find gore completely fine and I come for drama, as long as it doesn't come out of nowhere. I write in a weird mix between semi-lit and literate. If I keep myself short, I either don't know what to write or I am preoccupied with something else at the moment. 18+ stuff is good too, I am 20 (I am a pure bottom, but not all that I roleplay is submissive, most of them stand their ground quite well). I am a very creative person, who will most likely find a plot in anything, so if you want to add things aswell, just let me know! My timezone is MET (Middle European Time), which mean that I am German.

These are the fandoms that I roleplay (and the pairings that I like the most from each)

♤Dream Daddy (Damien x Robert or Damien x Joseph)

♡Spaloon 1-3 (mainly Agent 12, but also Shiver x Marie and Frye x Callie)

♤Pokemon (dirteatingshipping and researchethicsshipping are my go-to, but I also really like Archie x Ghetsis (and I gave them the shipname eyeseashipping))

♡No Straight Roads (I love the neonnova and rinzuke dynamic)

♤The Stanley Parable (do I even need to say anything? Obviously, stannarrator)

♡Countryhumans (wild takes for this one, but I always preferred AmeGer and Finland x Third Reich)

♤Undertale/Deltarune (There's alot here, but I really like sansby, tuffet, gaster x asgore, papyton and swatchton)

♡Team Fortress 2 (always love fruit scones, gentle surgery and bush medicine (I like being Medic lol))

♤Super Mario/Luigi's Mansion 2-3 (King Booigi and Toedette x Peach, those I love)

♡Jojo's Bizarre Adventure part 3-4 (Jotakak, Josuyasu and Rohan x Mikitaka)

♤Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss (I'm obsessed with staticmoth and adamsapple)

♡Detroit Become Human (rk1700, Simon x Connor and Simon x Markus, though Connor x Kamski is also good)

♤Yokai Watch (I don't have a preference, I just want to be a yokai, not a human lol)

♡Pikmin 1-4 (I love Alph x Loui and Shepherd x Brittany)

♤Super Smash Bros (I'd be Mii Swordfighter, just pair him up with any adult male in the roster)

♡Steven Universe (Pearl x Sapphire/Peridot/Lapis/Rose/Jasper, I just want to be Pearl)

♤My Little Pony (Specifically fluttertwi, pinkidash and rarijack, though raritwi and Celestia/Luna x Twilight are cool too)

♡Sonic (stobotnik, Sonic x Tails, Silver x Tails, Silver x Shadow, just depends on where things go-)

♤Villainous (paperhat is a must, though the Flug x Slug and Black Hat x White Hat double-ups are good too)

♡Good Omens (ineffable husbands obviously, but I also like Gabriel x Aziraphale)

♤Star Wars (Obikin, Obimaul and or just me being a battle droid, falling in love with anyone of your choice (I can imagine general grievous being a funny one))

♡Sanders Sides (analogical, royality and demus)

♤Fnaf (I really like being Bonnie of any kind ^^)

♡Cookie Run Kingdom (there's one in particular... licorice cookie x red velvet cookie)

♤Wander Over Yander (I literally only want to do deathglare and to be Peepers!)

♡Legends Of Avantris - specifically Once Upon A Witchlight or Stardust Rhapsody (coalecroux, grimmorining, Rett x Pyke and Leboosh x Chuckles)

♤The Amazing Digital Circus (royalteeth, the girls and non-binary can be mixed up and Kaufmo x Jax)

♡Kirby game series (metadede, Magalor x Marx, Susie x Taranza, Waddle doo x Bandana Dee and probably more-)

If you are interested in roleplaying with me now, you can comment or dm me. If you prefer roleplaying with me on Discord, I can send you my Discord in dms.

[navysealt4t]

My deepest apologies if this is weird, but it was just such a funny coincidence that I had to share it. Basically, I'm one of the people that made the "Guarddog" shipname, and if my assumption that the post you made about how "some of y’all would never survive the sanders sides fandom" was about drama relating to that, then that post is extremely funny, cause me and the two friends who made the name literally met each other in that fandom. You were more right than you knew!

oh lmao yep that Exactly what that post was about!! i mean like 😭 it’s true tho those ppl would have never survived. that fandom is almost all selfcest And lots of incest. glad u found the post funny lol

[rondoel]

Commission for @takingsides  <3

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[Ko-fi]

[Commissions]

[fakeloveaskblog]

Hey Remy, none of the others can hear me rn, just checking in :) Virgil is okay, we've been checking in on him so he's not lonely. Also g i r l was that hand holding I saw??? That's awesome!!

"Thanks gal! I've been like so worried about my babe!!! I thought he was gonna be like mad or something. My phone is out of battery so I can't like check in on him. You're like tots so nice!!"

None of the others could hear Remy's answer either. They were on a romcom marathon. On their second movie. Rowan had draped herself over most of the couch after changing into the her night robe, putting on her face mask and stuffing her hair into her sleeping bonnet.

Remus was sitting in front of the sofa. He was sketching out how he thought the romcom should end (in murder) because he was grumpy that his suggestion to watch the Saw movies had been voted no to.

"Oh and about the hand holding!!"

Since Rowan was taking up so much of the sofa Janus and Remy had had to cram together in the little space left. The enby was pressed against their crush' side while he had his arm around them. Their thighs were rubbing against each other. Janus was focusing all his attention on the movie because he knew if he thought about Remy being this close for even a second he might just pass out from excitement.

"Well ehhhh a lot like that is happening"

"She literally has an entire walk in closet ONly for shoes!!! WHY is she obsessed with getting that guy! She's already living the dream!!! Ugh!" Rowan exclaimed while dunking babka bread into her mouth. (the only valid film food except for popcorn in her opinion)

"He does have very nice eyebrows. Perhaps he has hypnotic eyebrows?" Janus replied while stealing some of her bread.

Remus held up a drawing of the main character stabbing the guy in the eye with the heel of 5 of her shoes at the same time.

Janus nodded back "Innovative solution. I am sure his corpse would be good decoration for her second walk in closet"

Remy finished out the last stitch on the trans flag. They bit the remaining thread off with their bare teeth. They heard Janus take a very sharp inhale just as they did. They had sharp teeth. He was thinking of vampires again.

"Tada!" They motioned for the finished flag.

None of the fabric look like the matched. It was like someone had randomly taken 5 different trans like colors and pasted them together in the dark. It gave perfect Remus vibes!

Remus' eyes went huge and he made grabby hands for it. Remy detached themself from their crush to move down on the floor and carefully drape the flag around his shoulders like it was a blanket.

"You can choose where to hang it later dukey. Not in the kitchen though. You'll set it on fire" Rowan added.

There was a huge smile on his lips and a glimmer in his eyes and traced his fingers over the edge of the flag. His cheeks went rosy as he looked back to Remy. His movement wasn't as hasty and neurotic as usual. It was gentle and slow like he was thinking more than he had in a while.

Remus reached out and took their hand in his. Remy's breathe hitched a little. He hadn't touched anyone except for Rowan since his breakdown.

His hand moved away just as quickly but his warmth stayed on their skin. He moved the flag closer around himself as he went back to looking at his drawings.

Remy entangled themself with Janus again. They pretended to fix their skirt as a reason to look away so no one would see how much they were blushing. They never blushed this much! Oh god had they gotten the plague???

"Your uh hands or I mean wrists- wrists they-" Janus began. He took a second to get back into his usual suave manners "Your wrists must be quite sore after sewing all that. I don't want you to be in pain and I know that warmth usually helps against pain so should I perhaps ehm warm your wrists?"

They turned their head so suddenly they nearly slammed their forehead into his face "Oh sure gal! Do whatever! Or I mean don't like stick them up your ass. Please. We're in public"

Janus took their wrists between his palms, like a wrist sandwich, and rubbed his hands to generate warmth. Before casually gliding his left hand up so their hands were connected. Remy intertwined their fingers.

They looked away from each other, towards the screen. Janus got a goofily big smile on his face. He could explode into happy stims. Remy felt a flutter of giggles that they forced back into their throat. They hadn't felt like since Virgil took them out to a restaurant for the first time.

"Yeah giiirl so about that hand holding" They looked between you and Janus' hand as it sat closely held by theirs and then back to you again. Their whole body was vibrating from happiness.

[sweetea-rosey]

Passionate

-Sugarbell

There's a lot of cursing in the beginning. Also, ig it can be interpreted as invalidating Anxiety? Orange is mad at Virgil.

Arian sat in his room, glaring at the ceiling from his flaming red/orange bed. Deceit had locked him up again, because Morality flipped out. What's so scary about him? Sure, he caused some problems yesterday, but Thomas had a right to be mad!

He gave up his dream just for -10 dopamine points!

And then- just- the way the treated Roman!

As if he wasn't more hurt because of this than any of them! As if he didn't sacrafise a- a FUCK TON just to please that goddamn fucking no good pussy little DICKHEAD.

Arian took a breath.

Roman gave everything to Morality. For Morality. Now, he has nothing left.

Deceit is feeling his decisions, now. With the ego in a slump as big as this, Self Preservation is being forced to recognize the draw backs of destroying Thomas' Pride.

Arian would be lying if he said he didn't get any pleasure from watching the others finally take a look at themselves. To see that the way things are just hurt Thomas more. Sometimes, you need someone to fall to pieces to see that something's broken. Arian just wishes that it didn't have to be Roman- the only one that's forced to look at and criticize himself all the time as is.

(don't you dare fucking point out how "VirGil's AnxIety, hE hAs it pRetty FuckIng bAd" FUCK OFF. ANXIETY FORCES HIM TO LOOK AT EXTERNAL FORCES AND BE PISSED PANTS TERRIFIED OF THINGS THAT HAVEN'T EVEN HAPPENED YET. And if he's sOoo delicate, then he should've known to not insult Roman as much as he has. Fuck you Anxiety. You're an asshole, everyone else is just too fucking blind to it.)

He dresses himself in an orange shirt and black hooded leather jacket. The shoulders and cuffs have orange and silver stud spikes stabbing out around him. He gives the best hugs.

Arian shuffled into the hall.

Fuck that snake.

It's time they learn a lesson

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Patton paced- worry eating at him as he tried to figure out what to fix first.

So many things went wrong in the last video, where is he supposed to start? Despite the process of acceptance starting for Janus, he hasn't been around much, since then. Logan's quieter, than usual. Virgil is mad because everyone's too upset to fill him in, and Roman- ? Patton doesn't even know where to start with him. He's trying to be understanding, he really is! But...well...Roman isn't being very easy, right now.

He sighed as he decided to talk with Logan- just as the colors dimmed and the lights flickered. Logan, who was on the couch, and Patton stopped and looked around them. Logan yelped and let out an "oof" as he fell through the sofa and hit the invisible ground. They heard a scream as Virgil fell from the second floor and onto their level. Janus hissed as he was forced out of the dark scape, he glared around at the nothingness that now surrounded them.

"What is this about?" The snake man hissed in question.

Virgil hissed.

"Thank you, Virgil, so helpful, as always."

Virgil continued to glare.

Logan picked himself up off the ground and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Now is not the time."

"Yeah," Patton agreed, "What...what happened?"

"It would appear that the Mind Palace is missing."

"Where did it go?"

"Wherever Roman's creations go when he dismisses them, I suppose.".

"Hey," Virgil looked around, "Where is Princey?"

Janus sighed, "Of course. This is his fault, isn't it?"

Patton hesitated, but Logan answred, "That is the best assumption. Though, you have Remus, so I'm not sure why you're here, Janus; you have a Creativity to keep your Mind Palace together."

Janus shrugged, "I have no clue."

"Well," Patton said, "How do we find Roman?"

Logan felt his tounge go sour at the answer, "We...go to the Imagination."

[thomas-sanders-shipname-glossary]

Hi there! Just dropping in to shamelessly self promo! If you ever need any more shipnames of Sanders Sides thruples, check this list! And I am currently working on getting the list for four character ships done!

Hey anyone know the ship name for Remus/Virgil/Logan?

[djpurple3]

happy twelfth anniversary

Warnings: alcohol, referenced/implied & also vaguely explicit alcoholism (logan is a reformed (struggling) alcoholic), smoking, implied smoking (virgil is a reformed (struggling) smoker),  marijuana, weed, implied marijuana (patton is a reformed (struggling) pothead), referenced panic attack.

analogicality - established relationship.

Logan has a rough day, which also happens to be his, Patton and Virgil’s anniversary, and falls into bad habits before he can help himself. His partners are more understanding than he thinks he deserves

3000ish words. i just wanna say that this is probably super venty and im not exactly sober writin gthis also it’s 3am

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Logan knew he wasn’t supposed to be upset today. For one, it was their anniversary. For two, everyone else was in an excellent mood. And thirdly, nothing truly bad had happened to him today, so it did not warrant a bad mood.

He was home first. This in itself was not the norm – but it had been a plan of his, to get home early and clean up the house, because Patton and Virgil; bless them, they did their best, but it always seemed to be cluttered.

But today… well, this morning was good. He’d woken up to Patton making them breakfast, and Virgil awake at a time before nine o’clock to see him off to work, which was something he’d liked very much. So he’d gotten in his car with a whistle on his lips, of all things, before he was promptly undercut as he tried to turn out onto the main road.

Logan had to slam on the brakes and bite back a few choice curses as the car screeched past, swinging onto the road wide enough that the oncoming traffic had to make defensive manoeuvres as well. As Logan’s heart tried to return to a normal tempo, he emphatically flipped off the quickly disappearing car, knowing it was useless but…

Well, that was just the start of his day.

At work, he was late, because of abnormally busy traffic, and absolutely dragged over the coals for it. And before long, he was told to go deal with the printer. Logan had a reputation at work for being a ‘tech wizard’, though it was literally just common sense, and so he was used to being called over to various workstations to help, but the printer? He made the point of avoiding being roped in on that one because it was usually more worth waiting for the technicians from the printer company to come in an fix it themselves, because they knew how to fix it. But Logan was dragged by the arm to the printer, surrounded by seven or eight anxiously-awaiting-their-printing coworkers, and demanded to work his tech-wizardry.

Well, Logan made it worse. He could have told them that from the start. He had no idea how printers worked on the inside, nor did anyone really explain what the problem was, and it left several distressed or angry coworkers rushing away to try and work around this, and his manager making a very pissed-off phonecall to the printer company (which had Logan seething – just do that first?)

Whatever.

The kicker honestly was that he had been talking to one of his coworkers, Lacy, in the breakroom, the two of them chilling beside the water cooler, finally trying to catch a pleasant moment today, when…

Well, he wasn’t fully sure what happened, if he was honest. Two other coworkers burst into the breakroom, younger guys, seemingly racing each other, and they weren’t watching where they were going, and-

They knocked the water cooler over.

Thankfully, they didn’t hit Lacy, who managed to dance out of the way in time. The cooler toppled over, the huge water bottle on top cracking loose as it hit the ground, and-

Ten litres of water splashed over Logan.

He stood there, blinking, mostly in shock, as everyone else in the room gawked at him. He was starting down, staring down at his shoes. His shoes. They’d been a birthday gift from Patton. From his last birthday, he’d barely had them three months. They’d been delightful shoes; blue suede (gifted with many Elvis references), and Logan’s favourite pair.

And now they were soaked through.

Water stained suede. His shoes were, and he absolutely was not being melodramatic in the slightest, absolutely ruined. He knew how much these shoes cost. These were his most comfortable shoes. He’d always paid close attention to the weather, never worn them out in the rain, never stepped in puddles. Hell, he had been so dedicated to protecting his fancy blue suede shoes that one time, when he had the misfortune to be caught in the rain, he had just taken them off and tucked them away in the safety of his bag, and walked home in soaking socks instead.

He loved these shoes. And now they were ruined.

Logan was a strong man. And a proud one at that. So he had no way of explaining himself when he burst into tears in the middle of the breakroom.

Look, it didn’t matter, he had tried to convince the two who had spilled water on had ruined his shoes. It didn’t matter, he’d tried to convince himself too. It didn’t matter, he choked out as he had a panic attack locked in the bathroom.

He made it to quarter to two, before he clocked out, and went home early.

He left his shoes by the door, trying not to look at them and their permanent water stains, and plodded into the lounge. His eyes fell on the mess around him, and Logan’s face fell.

Oh, yes. He forgot he’d promised himself he’d tidy the place up for his partners. Logan shoved the heels of his hands against his eyes, making his glasses ride up his face, and groaned. A groan that sort of turned into an angry, or maybe just lost, shout.

He couldn’t deal with this. He couldn’t deal with this right now.

But this was supposed to be a good day. Virgil would be home at three forty-five, and Patton and four, and they deserved to have a nice surprise before they all went out to dinner at the restaurant Logan and Patton’s very first date, twelve years ago, had been. They deserved a happy Logan, the one they had cultivated this morning.

Logan angrily kicked aside a pair of shoes Virgil had left lying around, more at the audacity of the shoes to be there, than the fact that Virgil owned them, or that he’d left them there. Logan wasn’t angry at Virgil. He was angry at himself. He tried his best to tidy, but he only got so far before his still-sodden clothes got to him, and he couldn’t keep himself from grabbing an armful cans from the back of the fridge, of stuff he promised his partners he wouldn’t touch anymore four weeks ago, nearly five weeks ago, before retreating into his room with an angry growl. No, not angry. Frustrated. But that didn’t matter. It didn’t.

Logan stripped out of his wet clothes, down to his underwear, and cracked open the first can of cider. He managed to drink most of it very quickly, enough that it settled uncomfortably in his stomach, before he crawled into bed and stayed there. He was such a terrible person, and a worse partner.

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Patton and Virgil came home together. Patton picked Virgil up on the way home, and they decided they’d come home and make an effort to clean before Logan got home, seeing as their partner lovingly and lightly complained about it semi-frequently.

The first odd thing was that Logan’s car was in the driveway when they pulled up. The second odd thing was that his shoes, his nice shoes that Patton had gotten him, were by the door. Logan almost never left his shoes by the door, unless they were distinctly too dirty or wet to be worn through the house, and… no, these were his nice shoes. That didn’t make sense.

Virgil stooped to pick them up, and blinked at how sodden they were. “Oh,” Patton said quietly, coming over and picking one out of Virgil’s hands to examine it himself. “They’re ruined.” “Aren’t they salvageable?” “No. You can’t get suede wet.” “Lo’s usually so careful, though.” Patton shrugged, and they put the shoes back down.

They could see from here that at least a small dent had been made in the mess, but Logan was nowhere to be seen. “Um,” Virgil said bluntly. “Logan?” “Lo-lo?” Patton called. “We’re home!”

There was no reply, though that didn’t mean Logan wasn’t here. Everything else pointed to otherwise. And the air felt wrong, in that way that something bad was approaching, but… it was their anniversary. It was going to be okay. It was a good day!

Patton found himself taking Virgil’s hand as they ambled down the corridor towards Logan’s room, because if he was honest, he was a little on edge with the vibes here. And he was a little afraid of what those vibes might mean. The house hadn’t felt like this in a long while.

“Logan?” he called softly as they paused outside his door, knocking gently. “You in there, hon?” There was a mumbled reply, but they couldn’t tell what he said.

Virgil opened the door, and it was clear that Logan was huddled under his covers, back to the door, and the empty cider cans, Patton counted five, strewn across the floor was enough to let them in on what happened. “M’sorry,” Logan slurred, though his back was still to them, and he pulled his pillow over his head urgently, like he had to hide himself from his partners’ sight. Yes, his words were definitely slurred. Patton flicked the lights on as Virgil crossed the room, toeing empty cans aside as he approached Logan’s bed.

Logan flinched as his bed dipped with Virgil’s weight as Virgil sat down, and he put a hand on Logan’s hip through the blankets. “Hey,” he said softly. “Logan, it’s okay.” “S’not,” Logan choked out. “S’pposed to be a good day. M’bad. M’sorry.” “No, no,” Patton rushed, crossing the room himself to get to his beloved’s side. “Logan, hon, there’s no failure in relapse, honey. I promise you.” Logan curled away from them as best he could as Patton perched on the bed too, and Virgil and Patton glanced at each other, worried.

“Lo,” Patton started, but was cut off by Logan’s hand rising out of the mound to wave him off. “Go without me,” he slurred, and the others stared at him. “The… the reserv… the reservation f-for dinner. Go without me?” “No,” Virgil shot that down, before glancing at Patton, who was emphatically shaking his head in his displeasure at the mere idea. “We absolutely are not doing that, Logan.” “I ruined it,” Logan sobbed, and he was indeed sobbing, and Patton put his hand on Logan’s shoulder just to feel him shake, “I ruined the day and I ruined your shoes, and I ruined this evening, and I ruined the surprise, and I ruined our anniversary. M’sorry.” “What happened to the shoes, hon? It didn’t rain at all today.” “Water cooler,” Logan mumbled out, and that didn’t clear much up at all. “What?” “Water cooler got knocked over. On me.” Patton leaned down to hug Logan as best he could. “Lo, that ain’t your fault,” Virgil countered. “They made me try t’fix the printer,” Logan continued on, quiet but heartbroken, “an’ I broke it more. Ted was mad.” “That isn’t your job,” Patton pointed out, “they can’t really be mad at you for that.” “I nearly made it to five weeks,” Logan mumbled, and he hadn’t shrunk away from them any more, in fact, it seemed like he was relaxing into Patton’s embrace a bit now. “Nearly five weeks dry. M’sorry I failed.” “Like Pat said,” Virgil repeated, “relapse isn’t failure, Lo.” “Should know better.” “That’s not a good argument.” “Meant to pour the alc’hol out ages ago. Forgot.” “That’s okay, I forgot too, it’s not just your fault on that one,” Patton added, and he was busy pulling away Logan’s layers, peeling away damp blankets and soon he found a Logan in there somewhere, and he tucked himself in behind Logan and pulled him flush to his chest, feeling Logan shiver at the touch. Virgil scooted himself so he had his back against the wall, legs out across the bed, and he could look at both Logan and Patton’s faces, a hand still on Logan’s knee.

“Today was’uch a bad day,” Logan rolled over, burrowing into Patton’s warmth like he didn’t realise how cold he was until Patton was there, “Wasn’ s’possed to be.” “You don’t control your bad days,” Patton said softly, accepting Logan’s snuggles gratefully, brushing Logan’s still-wet hair out of his eyes. “No one does. Just because it happens to be the 27th, it’s fine, Lo.” “I promised you.” “I’m not mad.” “Mm,” Logan mumbled, closing his eyes, pained. “Jus’ dis’ppointed.” “No,” Patton corrected. “I’m not that either. I know this is hard for you.” “Virge is doing better than me,” Logan pointed out, and Virgil flinched at that. “He hasn’t smoked in four months.” Virgil glanced at Patton, eyes immediately full of guilt, before he swallowed hard. “…Make that five days.”

The two of them looked at Virgil, who couldn’t keep eye contact. “I…” He rolled his shoulders. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “It’s… been a bad month. I… I’m sorry, too.”

“I’m not mad at either of you,” Patton repeated, reaching out with one hand for Virgil to take, which he did, quietly and without eye contact. “It’s an uphill battle, I know.”

And know he did. Patton used to be a big pothead when he was a teenager, big enough that it was more than a stereotypical personality quirk and had verged on a serious problem, and to this day he was still struggling with his substance abuse, though it seemed his track record was a little more flawless than his partners’. Though that was an extremely unkind statement to make, he chided himself internally with a twist of self-directed revulsion. “Recovery isn’t linear,” Patton said, and it was what his old therapist had told him. Logan hummed, and didn’t lift his head from Patton’s chest. Virgil squeezed his hand, but didn’t answer.

Patton shivered, before he carefully unlooped his arms around Logan and gestured to Virgil. “Take over for me, I’m going to go ring the restaurant now. Cancel our booking.” “No!” Logan bolted upright, and it was much clearer now he was only in his underwear. “Don’ cancel because of me!” “I’m cancelling for all of us,” Patton said firmly. “Who cares if it was tradition? We can go another night. Rules made to be broken and all that. We’ll get takeout and call it a party here. Pizza sound good?” Logan’s stomach took the time to grumble loudly, and Virgil snort-laughed at that. “Yeah,” he said, and he was shucking off his shoes to take Patton’s place holding Logan. “I haven’t eaten much today, and it sounds like Lo hasn’t either. “No time,” Logan tried to defend himself, letting Virgil pull him in close. “That’s okay,” Patton smiled at them, at Logan’s dark and wet eyes that were waterily staring at him over Virgil’s shoulder. “I’ll order food too. Honestly? I didn’t really want to go out tonight anyway.” “Really?” Logan asked. “Really really,” Patton said, coming over and kissing both his partners gently, not at all flinching at the taste of alcohol on Logan’s lips. “I got the people I love most in the world. I don’t need much more than that. If you guys want, have a shower, and I’ll tidy the lounge a bit, like I promised.”

As Virgil managed to negotiate Logan into the bathroom, Patton started sorting clutter as the phone pressed up his ear rang on and on, waiting for the restaurant to pick up. It wasn’t their usual affair, to be sure, but he meant what he said, and he said what he meant when he said he didn’t mind. In fact, he had been wanting a good time to sit his partners down to watch She-Ra with him, this’d be the night. Happy twelfth anniversary, he thought quietly to himself as the waitstaff on the other end finally picked up, and he could go about cancelling their reservation, before he set about clearing the room and ordering their favourite pizzas, setting out their favourite sodas (and pouring the last of the alcohol away). He wasn’t upset. He wasn’t. He wasn’t upset, or mad, or angry, or disappointed. In fact, when he had a sobering-up Logan lying between his knees and a sleepy Virgil sitting on a beanbag with his hair in petting distance with his favourite show playing? Patton could say that this was certainly up there with enjoyable anniversary activities.

Logan would probably try to ‘make up for it’ tomorrow. But for now, they all just sat, bathing in each other’s company, and Patton kissed Logan’s forehead gently as Logan blinked lazily up at him. “Happy anniversary, love,” Patton whispered. “I love you.” “Love you too,” Logan mumbled back, slinking up to chase a kiss, before leaning over and kissing Virgil too, which Patton quickly followed suit. “Love you so much.” Virgil hummed in agreement, running out of words but reaching up to take and squeeze their hands tenderly to show he meant it too.

This was enough for Patton. This was enough for all of them. It didn’t matter if they were perfect. When Virgil fell asleep with Patton’s hand in his hair, and Logan fell asleep on his chest, Patton cried quietly because he loved them so much, before deciding sleep was a good idea, and (as swiftly as he could) joined suit.

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Sanders Sides OTP Names

Glossary Masterpost

A list of the shipnames of Sanders Sides Characters that include two people! Orange is included with temporary shipnames until we know more about him, as has been voted in this poll! Ordered by however it made sense to me.

All names with a (*) came from this post by @treenissanderssidesstuff which I found to be fun alternatives. Edit: All Sides/Nico shipnames were made by me (as were the King/Roman and Remus ones), as I haven't found any elsewhere. If you have your own ideas for them, please message me!

1) Patton / Roman - Royality, Royalty*

2) Patton / Logan - Logicality, Motivate *

3) Patton / Virgil - Moxiety, Moxie*

4) Patton / Janus - Moceit, Patceit, Dogma*

5) Patton / Remus - Intruality, Momus, Moduke, Duality*

6) Patton / Thomas - Patmas, Thomality

7) Patton / Nico - Patco, Nitton

8) Patton / King - Moking

9) Patton / Orange - Pange, Oratton, Morange

10) Roman / Logan - Logince, Procudure*

11) Roman / Virgil - Prinxiety, Proximate*

12) Roman / Janus - Roceit, Princeit, Drama Club*

13) Roman / Remus - Remrom, Romrem

! For platonic/familial relationship, please use Creativitwins!

14) Roman / Thomas - Romthom, Romas

15) Roman / Nico - Roco, Niman

16) Roman / King - Roking, Romking, Kingman

17) Roman /Orange - Rorange, Pringe

18) Logan / Virgil - Analogical, Analog*

19) Logan / Janus - Loceit, Decipher

20) Logan / Remus - Intrulogical, Lomus, Reproductive*

21) Logan / Thomas - Lomas

22) Logan / Nico - Loco, Nigan

23) Logan / King - Loking

24) Logan / Orange - Lorange, Logange, Loge

25) Virgil / Janus - Anxceit, Hissterics*

26) Virgil / Remus - Dukexiety, Vimus, Virus*

27) Virgil / Thomas - Thvi, Thomxiety

28) Virgil / Nico - Vico, Nirgil

29) Virgil / King - Kingxiety, Viking

30) Virgil / Orange - Anxange, Virange, Orgil

31) Janus / Remus - Dukeceit, Demus, Remceit, Receit*, Intruceit, Trashnoodle

32) Janus / Thomas - Thomceit

33) Janus / Nico - Janico, Ninus

34) Janus / King - Kingceit

35) Janus / Orange - Oranceit, Jange

36) Remus / Thomas - Intrumas

37) Remus / Nico - Remco, Nimus

38) Remus / King - Intruking, Kingmus

39) Remus / Orange - Intruorange, Intrange

40) Thomas / Nico - Karrot Kings, Pintroverts

41) Thomas / King - Kingmas

42) Thomas / Orange - Thorange, Thomge

43) Nico / King - Kingco, Nicing, Nicoking

44) Nico / Orange - Nicorange

45) King / Orange - Kingange, Kirange

[izzyfandoms]

Uhhhhh,,,, au where it's Sanders Sides but all the sides are in love with Thomas (and vice versa) and they try to persuade him to listen to them by Seducing Him

[briandthemoon]

3a and 1c for patton and emile please!!!! any order or accessories

The sheer joy in this image is infectious, I’ve been smiling for the last few minutes! [REQUESTS FOR THIS MEME ARE NOW CLOSED]

[becca-becky]

K so we've got Moceit with their divorced dads energy and now we've got Dragon Witch x Fairy Godmother with their divorced mom energy

Now... what if they went on double dates-?

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

I wake from my slumber to share a thought.

You all know the moment in Lilo and Stitch where Stitch is wrecking Lilo’s room and she puts the flower necklace around his neck and he just freezes and colapses to the floor and just starts purring.

I got that, but with Remus as Stitch and Patton as Lilo.

[stars-and-rose]

|Rise and Ruin| Chapter One

Fandom: Thomas Sanders/Sanders Sides

Pairings: Prinxeity and Logicality

Summary: Virgil Serein does (1) good deed, and everything goes straight to shit

Word Count: 2555

Trigger Warnings: Possible cursing? (knowing me it’s in there somewhere), mild violence, blood, mild injuries, fainting

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CHAPTER ONE: The Darkness Can be Such a Lonely Place

   Virgil Serein had always loved the woods. The large trees with rays of sunlight peeking through, the smell of rain and dirt and the soft chirping of birds never failed to calm him. The woods were one of the only places Virgil felt safe practicing magic- no one there to watch him, and in turn no one he could accidentally hurt.    With that said, Virgil could not wait to be out of these woods.    He kicked his horse gently, moving the animal forward. The horse wasn’t liking the woods either; which meant maybe it wasn’t Virgil’s constant paranoia making him uneasy. The horse’s hooves crunched against the branches littering the trail, which was odd on its own. Virgil had set out on a path that was common for travelers to use. The branches should have been cleared.    Then again, there should have been people on the path too, and there had been a severe lack of them too. 

   Virgil pulled his cloak closer, securing himself in the warmth of it. The cloak smelt like home; like his mother’s shortbread cookies baking in the oven and his mum’s herbs drying over the cabinets.  It smelled like comfort and love, and it reminded Virgil that he needed to get this job done so he could go home.    When his mum had asked him to deliver the herbs, he hadn’t thought much of it. They lived a day or two from the Craea border, and crossing the border had never been a challenge. Virgil would have had to talk with the guards controlling the border, which would have been a pain but he’d pass through without any difficulties.    But there had been no guards at the border, nor any travelers. Virgil had waited for a bit to see if someone would arrive, but no one had. He had assumed it was a holiday- Craeans were known for their celebrations, so it wouldn’t have been surprising.    That had been a day ago, and still, no one else had appeared on the trail. It wasn’t just the lack of people had made Virgil uneasy. It was the wind that should have brought the smell of breaking bread of the village but instead was stale. It was how the plants grew unchecked on a path that should have been worn to the dirt. It was how the few animals Virgil had come into contact with had quickly scurried away the second they’d seen his shadow.    His horse was just as skittish as the other animals. He was riding his mother’s white mare, and the horse was known for her gentle nature. But now,  Virgil was having a hard time keeping her contained, and she almost bucked him off earlier this morning.    “Just get the herbs to the lady and get home,” Virgil muttered to himself, hands tightening on the reins. “Then we can put this behind us and never think about it again.”    Soon, the dirt and branches became stone and Virgil found himself on the outskirts of the village. The sign posted outside the village told Virgil he was in the right place, but he read it again to double-check. His mum had described the village of Scato as lively and colorful, with people always in the streets and flowers in all window boxes.    Scato was deserted. There were no people in the streets. The boxes hanging from dusty windows were filled with dead, graying flowers and tangled weeds. The stone streets were cracked with more weeds sprouting through the fissures. Virgil slid down from his horse, the sound of his feet colliding with the ground echoed through the empty streets.    Something was wrong here. It was in the air, in the streets, in the town’s aura. Virgil should have gotten back on his horse and gotten as far away from the town as he possibly could.    Instead, Virgil tied the horse to a pole, hardly focusing as his fingers slipped around the reins. He had gotten this far, what was the point of turning around now? Grabbing his bag from where he’d attached it to the horse’s saddle, he stopped to run a hand through the horse’s mane. “Hey girl, stay calm for me, all right? I’ll go check the house and see if the woman is here so she can get the herbs. Then we’ll leave and I’ll get you a huge apple when we get home, okay?”    Thankfully, the horse did not reply, and Virgil made his way into the town. He seemed to be the only living thing on the streets. The houses were dark, no sounds or smell coming from open windows. Virgil’s heart was beating faster now, he could hear his heartbeat rushing through his ears. His grip on his bag tightened.    His echoing footsteps played against the medley of his heartbeat, his eyes scanning for anything, for another sign of life. He reached a house with the number his mum had told him and knocked. No answer. He knocked again, his heartbeat getting even faster. “Excuse me, this is Virgil Serein? My mum- Priya- she sent me to deliver the herbs you ordered?”    Still no response. Virgil bit his lip, a little harder than he meant too. He twisted his head around to look into the window of the house, his earring hitting his neck as he moved. The jewelry was charmed, a simple protection spell and Virgil prayed it was active now. He couldn’t explain it, but his instincts were telling him that something was, in fact, wrong in this town. This point was proven further when a peek through the house's window showed miles of dust and a rat skittering against the floor.    Virgil stepped away from the door. He decided, that he should leave this town. His mum would understand if he came home without the money, and his mother would hug him close to her chest and tell him she was happy he was okay. He walked back to his horse, his decision already made-    Then, he heard the sound.    It was not human- it was very much the sound of an animal. A cat, perhaps. The sound was one of fear and anger all rolled into one. The noise should have scared Virgil off, but he had always had a liking for felines. His mother often joked he practically was one, after all.    So, Virgil followed the noise. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out the small dagger. He had received it from the town's blacksmith after he’d contained a fire- one of the few times he’d used magic in public- when he was fifteen. He’d never used it before, but he was already on edge. He wanted to be prepared for any outcome.    The sound echoed through the streets again. Virgil’s footsteps quickened, and as he turned the corner, he found the source of the noise. A cat, as he suspected, was crouched in front of a bird. It didn’t seem to be attacking the bird, which Virgil identified as a falcon. It seemed to be protecting the falcon, actually. Virgil strained his neck and saw red seeping through the bird’s feathers. What had injured it?    Virgil got his answer.    The cat hissed again. Virgil followed it’s line of sight- and saw the monster. It wasn’t one he’d seen before, and his mum had taught him about various types of monsters. The monster in front of him seemed to be made completely of inky darkness; it almost didn’t seem like it was physical, but the blood on its claws changed Virgil’s mind on that. The monster’s eyes were just as red as the blood, and it growled at the cat, showing long, needle-thin teeth.    Virgil stared. He should have run, gone back to his horse and got out of the town. He definitely should not have thrown his dagger at the monster. But that’s exactly what he found himself doing.    The small weapon bounced off the monster- the blade didn’t even strike the monster. It clunked to the ground, the sound bouncing off the walls of the alleyway. Positive: The monster stopped focusing on the injured bird and the cat. Negative: The monster had all its attention focused on Virgil.    The shadow-creature growled at him, before charging at him. Virgil threw his hands in front of himself and yelled, "Soapei!”    Violet light crackled from his fingertips, and Virgil felt the glamour on his eye’s fade away- the glamour was the hardest spell he’d ever learned, and all other magic forced him to show his natural eyes, which were the same shade as his magic. The magic from his fingers formed a crackling wall between him and the monster. The being crashed into the wall, unable to pass it. It let out an angry roar; the sound shock Virgil to his core, but he stood his ground. He had angered the creature- it was kill or be killed now. The monster backed up preparing to charge the wall away, and Virgil flicked his hand down. The wall vanished, and as the beast charged again, he called out another spell. “Oncitui!”    More violet blasted from Virgil, blasting the creature as it came closer to him. The monster fell backward, letting out a wail of pain. Virgil didn’t even hesitate; his voice was strong as he yelled a third spell. “Odnacte!”    Glowing chains sprung from the cracked stone at Virgil’s feet, and swirled around the monster, successfully trapping the beast. It let out a gut-wrenching scream as the ethereal chains dug into its shadowy flesh. The young warlock winced at the noise, before stepping towards the chained monster. It tried to snap at his feet, but the binding around its jaw held firm. Virgil studied the monster, still attempting to figure out what it was. After a minute of watching the beast struggle, he decided it was some foreign sort of daemon. Daemons were pains to deal with, but his mum had taught Virgil how to defeat one.    Virgil was lost in thought, attempting to remember the spell he needed, when a sharp pain flared up his leg. He glanced down in time to see one of the daemon’s clawed hands reaching out to attack his leg again. Virgil scrambled out of reach, cursing as his blood splattering to the stones below him. The warlock hissed in pain, the burning sensation muddling his brain. He needed to kill the monster before it hurt him more or hurt the two animals. Virgil lifted his hand at the monster and barked, “Obaloe!”    The blast that shot from Virgil’s fingers was so strong, he stumbled backward, and fell over. The daemon, however, suffered a far worse fate. The monster screamed in agony as the blast tore it to pieces, into particles so small the beast’s reminds fluttered through the air and with the wind. Virgil could only stare. Defeating the daemon should not have been that easy. His mum had always told him he’d been born with exceptionally strong magic, and through training, he’d been able to take advantage of his gift. However, even the most gifted warlocks and witches usually had some sort of a struggle when it came to daemons. Maybe he’d misclassified the monster.       Then, the pain in his leg stole back his attention. He looked down and saw the wound was still bleeding pretty heavily. Virgil placed his hand over the bleeding wound, wrinkling his nose at the feeling of the sticky liquid against his fingertips. “Sona.”    The softly spoken spell caused his fingers to light up dimly, but the spell still worked its magic. The violet light flew over the wound, stitching it closed. It still stung a bit, but at least he won't bleed out. Speaking of injuries, however...    Virgil turned, and the falcon and the cat were still there. The falcon’s wing was still injured, and the cat was watching him with blue eyes that seemed far too intelligent for a cat. Virgil stepped towards the two animals, his hands held up in a way that he hoped conveyed that he meant no harm    Surprisingly, the cat allowed Virgil to approach the falcon. The violet-eyed boy knelt down next to the falcon, looking into its silvery-gray eyes, which just like the cat’s, looked too intelligent for an animal. Virgil spoke, unsure if the bird could understand him, deciding to say the words anyway. “It’s all right, I’m not going to harm you. I’m just going to fix your wing with a bit of magic, okay?”    Virgil swore the falcon nodded- maybe he had lost enough blood to make him hallucinate? Even if that was the case, Virgil took it as a sign of consent, and gently laid his hand on the wing of the bird and muttered the same spell he’d used to heal his leg, “Sona.”    Violet traced up the wound, just as it had traced over Virgil’s. Soon enough, the wound was gone, and the bird was able to move its wing. Virgil let out a smile of content. This was the side of magic he adored- the healing, the amazing things magic could do for everyone. But magic was like a rope. In most situations, it was used to help and make life easier. But in the wrong hands, it could leave people clawing at their throats and begging for mercy.    Virgil started to walk away. He was ready to go home, ready to tell his mother and his mum about the crazy events that had occurred. He wanted to see his mum’s silver eyes glow with pride when she learned he used magic. He wanted to see his mother’s honest smile as she made shortbread cookies.    But the universe had other plans.    “It’s you! It has to be you!”     Virgil jumped. The voice was soft and kind but held strong energy to it. The warlock whipped his head around, looking for the speaker. There was still no one in sight, so who had said the words?    “Kiddo, down here.”    Virgil looked down and slowly shook his head. He was going crazy, he had to be. Or perhaps this was all a fever dream that he needed to wake up from. Maybe he’d fallen off his mother’s mare and hit his head and was hallucinating because there was no way in hell this cat was speaking to him.    “Yes! Hello!”    Yup. Definity hallucinating.    “Patton, you are frightening the boy.” What, was the falcon talking now?    The cat looked behind it. “Sorry! But Logan, it’s gotta be him!”    The falcon seemed to roll its eyes. "Indeed, but if you make him uncomfortable, he will not be willing to help us.”    “Oh, I gotcha!” The cat looked back at Virgil with its impossibly human-like eyes. “Sorry to scare you kiddo!”    Virgil couldn’t take this. His body was drained from the sheer amount of magic he's used in such a short amount of time- especially after a long period of Virgil not using magic at all. His head was spinning, because, yes the animals were speaking to him, and even though magic did many amazing things, the only way to talk to animals was through a potion that Virgil hadn’t used. There was something happening here; something big, and something Virgil’s mind could not comprehend.   So, he reacted accordingly- Virgil closed his eyes and fainted.

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