#thoams sanders

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

sending you an ask bc I'm so Normal about this and I remember you referencing dropout.tv at some point in time-- the 6 year trailer has Thoams fucking Sanders on the set of Um Actually????

I KNOOOOOOOOW im so excited!!!!

[transfemlogan]

i fucking hate sanders sides & i fucking hate thoams sanders & i fucking hate how he fucking writes & his dumb fucking ideas & i fucking hate it here what the FUCK is ur FUCKING TIMELINE

[jackalopes-pen]

Dumb Brain Child, yes again

Well, well Sanders Sides. It's been a while hasn't it? I should hope I don't need to reintroduce myself. But anyway, we did actually learn somethings from the recent asides and I want to discuss.

In case it wasn't clear, spoilers for the new asides episode. Go watch it. come back, then deal with my bullshit.

So, one of the main things put on display that I found interesting was we got to see an upper boundary for Roman's ability. He had to manually wrap his gift, and even complained about having to do a quick switch. Could this mean that he can't wrap by his ability alone or is based on Thomas' ability? It could be that c!Thomas can't wrap a gift to save his life so Roman doesn't know how and can't expedite the process.

Another thing we saw, is that apparently the dark sides are far away from c!Thoams' living room. Logan states "They came all this way.." and he barely understands turn or phrase or sarcasm so naturally it can be hypothesized that Janus' and Remus' domains are far from the real world to some extent. Also, considering they arrived together it's not insane to say they share a space. Perhaps the subconscious?

Also, in my own excitement, Janus is 99% confirmed cold-blooded! He may be an actual biological snake which means, and this is exciting, he could have fangs or be able to unhinge his jaw. Maybe even passively smell with his tongue? The extent of biological accuracy is yet to be seen. He is also now a confirmed alcoholic.. so get excited.

There's a surprising amount learned so.. rapid fire!

Remus' shower drain is Joanne Fabrics. I'm terrified to see if he named anything after Specter's.. one section in mind.

Virgil is aware of Remus' nickname for his shower drain, and is ashamed to have the information

Mr. Fuzzy may be alive, meaning Remus may be able to make autonomous life.

Janus and Remus were actively goading Logan into a melt down, they seem of be aware of orange and want his presence

Patton knows little nothing abut Remus, and who Remus is.

Roman has the ability to put a hand in a box that can perform an action after a signal

Logan enjoys conspiracies and solving them

Virgil knows enough to make a real-life ARG of sorts

Thomas apparently asked Logan to orchestrate the gift exchange so he could get a good gift for Nico.

[ollyollyoxinfree]

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[thejuicybootymanager]

FUNNY

Thomas quietly walking home from the park. Remus: ... imagine if you blew up someones house. Thomas: What?! Remus: Yeah...just like...blow up someones house. Thomas: No! Remus: UGH, you’re no fun! Thomas: Well I’m sorry I don’t find blowing someones house up as fun! Remus: I AM TRYING TO SPICE UP YOUR LIFE YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!

[sides-of-demigods]

Oh no.... - sad anon 🌧

Patton: Virge why...why didn't you tell us?

Virgil: I'm, I'm not entirely sure...I guess I just uh, didn't want to, you know, tell you until I'd come to a decision. But now...now the deadline is coming up and I don't know what to do.

Thomas: Well the camp offers financial aid to a lot of students, maybe you won't need the scholarship?

Virgil: I already talked to Chiron, but apparently the financial aid only extends to year round campers.

Roman:

Virgil: Okay Roman you're being very uncharacteristically quiet and it's kind of freaking me out.

Roman: I need to find a few people. Give me two to three hours.

Roman: [Leaves]

Logan: Does anyone else find that disconcerting?

[coffee-addict-writer]

Galaxies of Fairy Lights

Pairing: Moxiety Genre: Fluff Written for: @alsoyouremischievous It's possible that through all the twirling and spinning and dips that Virgil forgot they were surrounded by people. It’s possible it had escaped his notice that they were all staring. It’s possible that for once in his life he didn’t care. For once he was so caught up in the moment that it didn’t matter.

 He wasn’t shying away from the attention because the only thing he could see was Patton’s eyes. Patton’s eyes that sparkled in the poorly lit gym. His eyes that smiled at him. That pulled him in and Virgil just couldn’t look away. He wouldn’t. Patton held galaxies of fairy lights in his eyes.

 Patton spun him again, his purple and black dress spun out around his legs and Virgil was laughing. Real honest laughter and when Patton pulled him back into his arms Virgil felt warm and happy and at home.

 The song ended, their swaying slowed until they were just standing staring at each other.

 Then people began to clap. The sound pulling at vigils attention and the panic bubbles up in him.

 And then Patton kissed him. Full on the mouth their first kiss and they were in the middle of a crowd of people and Virgil was wearing a dress and Patton was finally kissing him.

 And Virgil melted.

 And the noise faded away.

 And it was just the two of them.

 And when Virgil's eyes fluttered open he was treated by galaxies of fairy lights.

[khadij-al-kubra]

Thomas in Wonderland  (ch 3)

Characters: Thomas (fictional), Virgil, Roman, Patton, Logan, Remy, Emile, Joan, Talyn, Deceit, Nate, The Dragon Witch, fan adopted short vid characters

Word Count: 1739

Summary: Thomas gets trolled by flowers and has a good cry

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! So happy to see that people are having fun with this story so far. I know i’m having a lot of fun writing it! Also big news is that I now have an AO3 account! So you can check this and other stories out there if you’d like. As always I am open to any writing critiques or tips you may have, and any likes, comments or reblogs would be immensely appreciated! Also please let me know if you would like to be tagged in future chapters for this fanfic or any of my other future writings. So last time, we were just entering a lovely garden...  

Flowers & Floods

Thomas couldn’t say for sure how long he’d been walking for, since, he still couldn’t decipher the Black Rabbit’s watch, but at best guess probably a good 15-30 minutes. He wished there was more of that growing grape soda. Not only because it would’ve been nice to get back to his normal size (being so small got to be pretty disorienting after a while), but also he was really thirsty from walking so much.

“Maybe Talyn has a point about carrying a travel water bottle everywhere,” Thomas said to himself. “But carrying it around gets cumbersome. Plus it always bangs against your leg    and then you get a little bruise on my thigh. Then again, if you had some water on you then maybe you wouldn’t feel so dehydrate and cranky now.”

He sagged a bit at his own reasoning, knowing he had a point. Was it worse to lose an argument with yourself or better?

“Well, at least it’s a beautiful day.” he mused to himself, trying to keep up his moral.

And it truly was lovely beyond that tiny door into this larger than life garden. The sapphire sky was bright overhead above the canopy of big grass blades, and the sun shone through the broad green leaved making them look like sheets of emerald. The soil beneath his sneakers was slightly soft, not enough to sink into and get stuck but it felt like a vacation for his tired feet. Clear drops of dew still lingering on the stems shimmered like crystal bobbles. Sure there was the occasional beetle crossing, but hey, at least there weren’t any spiders.

But oh, the flowers were by far the most beautiful part. There were so many different kinds, some he recognized others he didn’t. And their natural perfume gave off a heady aroma that was present yet not overwhelming. Their colors were so vibrant they almost looked like candy, yet Thomas could tell they would no doubt be velvety to the touch. And they were HUGE! True, that was only because he was tiny, but still.

Thomas sighed. “It’d be a lot more enjoyable if I actually knew where I was going.”

He still wanted to find the Black Rabbit, but only knew he’d come through this giant garden. There was no way else he could have gone. If there was actually a path then Thomas was too small to see it. There was a chance he might’ve already been on it, but from way down to the ground he had no way of knowing for sure. Thomas had hoped that by keeping straight (heh) he’d eventually get somewhere, but there was nothing around that told him where anywhere was. No people. No signs. Nothing.

“It’s too bad I can’t just ask the flowers for directions,” Thomas said. “Bet they could tell me where I am. Not that flowers can talk.”

“Oi! Who says we can’t talk?”

“GAH!” Thomas jumped back, started by hearing a voice other than his own for the first time since the Black Rabbit. “Who said that?”

“Up here ya twat!”

“And over here.”

“And here.”

The voices had Thomas turning in circles. Finally he decided to follow the first one’s advice to look up and his jaw dropped. He was staring into the face of a petunia. As in the flower literally had a face with eyes and a mouth and all.

“Wha-was that…you?” Thomas asked.

“Well of course it was me, who else?” Judging by the pout and the way its petals bent to rest on its stem, it appeared to be a properly put out Petunia.

“And me!” said an Iris.

“And me,” said a Tiger Lily

“And me too,” said a Daisy.

“Me, me! Pay attention to me!” said a Rose.

Thomas could only gape as the flowers around drooped down around him, their eyes scrutinizing every inch of him harder than a live stream audience. One part of his brain told him to close his mouth and that it was rude to stare. Another part of his brain told him HOLY HECK! THESE FLOWERS CAN TALK!?!? He went with the latter thought.

“HOLY HECK, YOU FLOWERS CAN TALK!?”

“Well of course we can talk,” said the Iris. “What ever made you think we couldn’t? That’s pretty presumptuous of you.”

“Well it’s just, flowers don’t typically talk where I’m from.”

“Umm why does this little sprout assume we’re all flowers?” said a Dandelion. “You don’t think weeds should be proud of who they are?”

“Oh! Well of course you can,” said Thomas. “I didn’t mean to offend any plant.”

Of all the things that had happened so far to Thomas today, this was by far the most curious.  Who would’ve thought that a bunch of would flowers could be so, well, mean? Still, they were the only ones around who could possibly help him, so he took a breath to calm his growing headache and put on a friendly face.

“Actually, I was wondering if you lovely, uh, flora could help me. See, I’m looking for a Black Rabbit. He passed through here and I have—“

“So what sort of a plant are you anyway?” asked the Petunia.

“It doesn’t look like a flower,” said the Iris. “Where are its petals? It’s not a real flower if it doesn’t have colorful petals.”

“Its colors are so dull,” said the Daisy.

“Oh, uh, I’m not a plant. I’m a person. My name is Thomas and I—”

“Tho-mas,” said the Tiger Lily. “That’s a pretty stupid name for a plant species, don’t you think? Why not be creative and come up with something more original?”

“Well that’s my name and I happen to like it. And I’ll have you know that I can be very creative, at least I think—“

“Do you really need to brag so much?” asked the Petunia. “It just makes plants like you desperate, fishing for likes and compliments.”

Thomas huffed. “Listen, I just need to know where—“

“That’s the ugliest flower I’ve ever seen,” said the Rose.

“Oh my gosh, I’ll bet it doesn’t even get pruned,” said the Tiger Lily

These plants were really getting on his last nerve. “Look I’m kinda lost here! I-I had a hard day, am super small, and I’d really like to get back to my regular size—“

“Well not all of us have a choice of whether or not we can grow bigger,” said the Dandelion. “Or even grow prettier.”

“Could you just please—”

“Yeah, that’s pretty selfish of you dontcha think?”

“Is this even a real plant?”

“Maybe you should check your privilege.”

That was it! “GGNNHHAAAAAAAA!!!!”

Thomas ran away from the barrage of critical flowers as fast as he could. He didn’t pay attention to the direction, only knowing that he had to get away from all those harsh comments. He ran and ran through the garden until his aching calves screamed at him to stop. Finally he plopped down on a dirt mount in the middle of an open field to rest.

Well that’s just great. Thomas thought as he caught his breath. Now I’m tired, thirsty, I’ve got a headache, those flowers were NO help at all, and I’m STILL lost! It wasn’t like like Thomas couldn’t take a healthy dose of constructive criticism, but those plants were being just would not let up with their mean words. Like what did he ever do to them? He could feel the stress of his day so far, from the writers block to the fall to now, building up so much that there was only one thing he could do.

Thomas let himself have a good cry, because gosh darn it, men could cry too!

He cried and cried, felt the teardrops billow over down his cheeks. Perhaps it was because he wasn’t at normal size, but he could feel the salty tears taking up more space on his face, as though they were Studio Ghibli style tears. Once he started, Thomas just couldn’t seem to stop crying. He felt silly for making such a big fuss like this, letting all those hurtful comments get to him even though none of it was true. The embarrassment of this only made him cry even more. Thomas was so in the throes of letting out his pent up emotions that he didn’t realize he was creating a puddle around himself. Which turned into a small pond, which turned into a sizeable lake, until finally the water was up to his shoulders.

“Oh no!” Thomas cried out. “Oh great, now look at the mess I’ve made!”

Thomas still could not stop crying, but he was in enough possession of his faculties that he started to doggy paddle so as not to drown in his own river of tears he was making. At least it wasn’t the ocean, although the water was certainly salty enough to seem like one. Thomas never did well in open waters, and the fear seemed to kick in the fight aspect of his anxiety. Thomas mentally pulled himself together enough that he was only sniffling now, and he focused his body to keep swimming.

After ten or fifteen swimmers strokes he realized that there was really no need to swim so hard. The river of tears carried him along smoothly, and he could just let himself float. It was a big relief and frankly one of the few helpful things that had happened to him so far. It was a nice change to get his bearings.

“Boy, I really let myself get carried away with all that crying, huh?” Hehe. Dad joke. “I’ve gotta say though, I do feel better. I guess sometimes you’ve just gotta let it all out. And by the looks of it, I had a LOT to let out!

He only hoped that he hadn’t accidentally drowned out all those flowers back in the garden. Even if they probably deserved it, the thorny twigs. Last time he would let a bunch of attention seeking flowers get to him. And sure, he was still kind of lost and unsure of whether or not he was still heading towards the same direction as the Black Rabbit had been going. But at least he was still going in a direction. Thomas was optimistic that eventually he’d come across the furry fella again.

But I can’t keep floating along like this forever.

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[snekshifters]

Deceit doodle because I lost my pen

Deciet: Thomas Sanders

[ironwoman359]

GDI we got our Roman angst and it was in a freakin jelly commercial, like, even (character) Thomas was surprised by that. 

[vividaway]

can we talk ab how down virgil was to participate in “the christmas carol”? adorable. dont tell me this boy into a theatre nerd, and that its just roman-- EVER AGAIN.

[notafeeling]

[logic-is-bae]

"Uh-oh, feelings.

Logic responding to Morality 

[figurative-falsehood]

when Thomas starts to sound like Virgil when trying to shut down the duke.

[froggheadd]

i always shared a room with my sisters and in the past year that ive had my own room ive covered every surface in stupid stuff

[xsayanox]

Thoams sanders fanart :)