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author-chan06 · 25 days

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The Copy Club! The Plot

Chapter 4—

The Final Chapter

— Is Now Out!

Here: The Copy Club! The Plot

The final chapter of this story! Man I worked on this for weeks, trying to make sure I didn’t mess any of this last installment up ahah

If you’re wondering why I didn’t post about the others when you they were posted, it’d because, well, I hadn’t made this account yet. And I’m not even going to try and go back and do so, I have so many stories that it would end up just being spam, and it probably would take a long time anyway. So while I’ll be posting about my stories here now when I post them on ao3, if you want to see any of the older stuff then just go ahead and look at my ao3 account.

Also News!

I’m just gonna post what my ao3 authors note says as it explains things pretty well I think:

“As a matter of fact, I already have quite a few ideas, and one series that is already on here. So that will be the next thing I’ll be focusing on. That series being: Writings That (Probably) Should Have Stayed Private (But Didn't). Which is— go figure— also going to be revolving around Roman. But it’s from the perspective of the other sides! Mainly Patton, but I might add others. Not sure yet as I’m still prewriting some of it and debating some of the the ideas I want to add. I’ve gotten some of the next part written, though, that I need to edit. So it shouldn’t take a long time to have the next part done. Or the part after that one either. Which means it shouldn’t be long before I can start posting them.

If you’re interested you can go on over and see what the series looks like so far and look at the series notes for what it will be become (and there will be quite a bit of poetry in it, if that’s something that you like) But, anywho, I have an announcement to make!

The end of the school year is here! Which means, of course, projects and finals for me! Yay ^^; And I will unfortunately have less time to write and edit and do all the things that allow me to post on here [ao3] regularly. (Like I have a really big project for one of my classes that, even though though I have a B in that class, could tank my grade if I do bad!) So for that, and so that I will have some time to work on writing more of the series and my backlog, I will not be posting for a while.

I’m going to be having a short, about two month long, hiatus.

This hiatus will last until July 5th, when I will be posting the first chapter of the next part of the series I was talking about, and also posting another shorter story that I’ve been thinking about for a while now.

(Also! I have a new tumblr!

https://www.tumblr.com/author-chan06

I take requests. So if you want some type of story don’t hesitate to send them to my inbox! They will be looked at and or published, depending on when I want to write them, after the hiatus is over with

And during the hiatus I will definitely still be posting to tumblr— these posts will include how prewriting and writing for things are going, with my next series and my more long term fics and some oneshots I have in the works. And some headcanons and some writing requests I get, if I get some, over there. I might even post some snippets of the upcoming fics I was talking about! So if you’re curious about any of that, then go check it out!)”

But yeah. So a hiatus from ao3. Like it said, I’ll still be posting here. I just won’t have the time for the consistency I want for ao3. But in the meantime! If you have any headcanon requests or just requests in general for any of the ships or fandoms I like, please send them! Talk about my stories/ideas with me, talk about your stories/ideas with me, talk about my ships, talk about your ships! I’m really obsessing over Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss right now, so if you want something from those, or if you want to talk about that, I will probably be *extra* ecstatic and willing to do those!

Anywho! If I don’t end this now, I’ll just ramble forever ahah, so see you soon, darling readers~! <3 <3

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #fanfic #my writing #dlamptr #remrom is romantic #remrom #series #last installment #wrapping things up #happy ending #op is a proshipper #proshipper safe #op is a comshipper #comshipper safe

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5am-the-foxing-hour · 3 years

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Janus *throws a stuffed teddy bear in Patton's face*: SELF CARE!

Janus *yeets a weight blanket at Virgil*: SELF CARE BITCH!

Janus *Pushes Roman into the bathroom, that has a steaming hot bubble bath and bath bombs prepared, lit up with scented candles and flower petals strewn here and there, face masks on the desk next to the sink*: SELF CARE!

Janus *steering Logan to his bed to get the idiot to sleep*: SELF CARE!

Janus *Pushes Remus towards a hot mud spring*: Self care.

Janus *saves Thomas's work before turning off the computer and steering Thomas to the kitchen to make food*: Self care!

Janus: *nods when they're all taking care of themselves*

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Patton, Virgil, Roman, Remus, Logan & Thomas *Throws a dryer warm blanket over Janus before sitting down around him to hug him*: Self care~

Janus: *flustered hissing*

#Sanders Sides #DLAMPTR #Janus #Sympathetic Deceit #Remus #Roman #Logan #Patton #Virgil #Thomas #Creatwins #shitpost #incorrect quotes #do not edit or change #caps #caps tw

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 4 years

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Thomas: I need cuddles.

Thomas: *gets swarmed by all the sides*

Thomas: Oh wow. I’m loved.

#sanders sides #sympathetic deceit #thomas sanders #deceit sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #platonic dlamptr #dlamptr #incorrect sanders sides quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain

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astronomical-bagel · 4 years

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concept: darkside roman is daydreaming, lost in a fantasy world an unable to interact with the real one.

Blue I made a wholeass au in my head because of this ask I HOPE YOURE HAPPY

(Seriously tho, this wasn’t meant to be so long—it just kinda grew)

I think I’ve seen a Maladaptive Daydreaming! Roman somewhere, tho I can’t remember who made it. I think, if I made my own version of that, his theme song would be “Oh No!” by Marina (”tv taught me how to feel, now real life has no appeal”) and he would just kinda... sleep all day and stay in bed, and if anyone tried to get him out and make him do stuff, he’d snap at them and be grumpy the whole time, and sooner or later, he just locks his door so he can daydream in peace, and be stuck in his own little world.

Soon enough, his room starts changing to match what he’s dreaming about, and he can’t tell the difference between being awake or asleep or daydreaming, but he doesn’t care anymore.

The others get worried—because are those plants coming from underneath the door?— but ultimately they decide he needs space, because they don’t want him to be uncomfortable as he obviously was any time he came out. And they can’t actually open the door, and he doesn’t want them in there.... so they don’t do anything, just knocking when they think no one else is there and asking when he’s gonna come out (they expect a joke of ‘im gay’ or something, but he never replies)

And now Roman is in sort of a Sleeping Beauty situation, trapped in his own mind, not that he cares. Things are much more exciting in here, and he’s a hero, a prince! People love him in his dreams! Other times, he’s an actor in broadway, with a crowd roaring in front of him, or maybe he’s fighting a dragon, or he has fire powers!

But... the other sides are never there in his dreams, and the faces in front of him are always blurry and indistinct, and he has to fight to stay happy, because the moment you get scared or upset in a dream, you lose control, and you become trapped in a nightmare, but with no one to talk to... no family to support him... he can’t stay happy all the time!

and BAM, the moment he stops trying to smile, he’s trapped in a seemingly eternal nightmare and everything’s confusing and weird and when people hit him it actually hurts, and he’s losing battles and he’s forgetting his lines and his flames get of control and they hurt everyone, he’s hurting everyone—

And Thomas, who throughout this time has been lazier, less passionate, increasingly sleepy and keeps getting lost in his thoughts, suddenly can’t sleep at night because of nightmares, he’s stressed because of how behind he’s gotten on work, and he’s even MORE stressed because he knew he SHOULD work but he’s so tired but every time he sleeps he has a nightmare, and by now he and the sides know something is wrong, especially because the plants crawling out from Roman’s door are now gnarled and black instead of green and lush, and they have thorns now. And they’re so worried for Roman but the stupid door won’t open and so they get Remus to bash a hole into the door—the plants seem to be trying to keep them out— and when they get in their jaws just drop in pure amazement because holy SHIT there is an entire castle in Roman’s room and the thorns are so thick and there’s ominous clouds and lightning and rain coming down in sheets. The place looks like it could’ve once been beautiful, but now it looks similar to Pink Diamond’s garden after thousands and thousands of years of neglect.

And they know, by sheer nature of Roman, what they have to do—and by sheer nature of gravity, it is going to be very, very hard to do that, because of course they have to find their way through the dilapidated castle, and of course Roman is in the tallest tower. Oh, and the gigantic red dragon flitting around in the clouds isn’t really going to make things any easier.

At least there’s stairs.

But in the castle, there’s traps, too. Remus makes his way through most of them with ease, and Virgil is paranoid enough to expect any trap, but they have to stay behind for the others. They have to fight, too, like they’re in the final level of a video game. Weird beasts, bats with cat heads that breath fire (bcats? Cat bats?) and alligators with freakishly long tongues that try to wrap around you (alligatoads? Frogidiles?), and lion-bears, that even Remus has trouble defeating, and he’s the best fighter besides Roman.

They’re almost to the base of the tallest tower when the dragon above them decides to make an appearance.

She’s tall, big, and red. Like Clifford, If he had scales and claws and breathed fire. She blocks their way to the tower stairs, hissing and blowing warning fireballs in the torrents of rain.

But...she never directly attacks, only defense. She’s trying to keep them from the door.

She’s protecting Roman.

In the end, all it takes is some soft words, an entreaty—and a couple apologies for trying to hurt her— to get her to move so they can pass. Patton approves.

Past the stairs, the thorns are back, this time crawling and writhing along the ground like living beings, but instead of seeming like they attacking like the monsters in the lower castle defending like the dragon, they seem... trained towards the main room, set in an almost strategic manner, every thorn pointed inwards.

They get to the top, hacking and moving tendrils away to clear the stairs, and then, laying almost peacefully in bed... is Roman. He’s in all black, his sash pale, making Roman look ashen and grey. Thorns caress his face, and it looks like it could have once been loving, but the thorns are digging into his skin now, making bright beads of red pop up on his par skin. It almost seems like Roman’s dead, if it weren’t for the uneven rise and fall of his chest, the little whimpers escaping his mouth, the way his face twitches and twists as if he is in pain—or like he’s terrified.

When Roman wakes up, the thorns are completely cleared away from his bed, and the sides have fallen asleep around his room—some sitting on his bed, others on the armchair in the corner, Remus is just laying spread-eagle on the rug— and Roman isn’t quite sure what’s happening, only that he’s not having a nightmare anymore, and that his family is here.

And Thomas sleeps better than he has in months.

#This is like a thousand words I think #anyone can take this as a writing prompts idc #I won’t be able to write it anyways #ts Roman #Roman Sanders #Roman angst #Roman Sanders angst #maladaptive daydreaming! Roman #dark side Roman #dlampr #dlamptr #platonic dlampr #astronomical asks

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hoppe-ideas · 4 years

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Story Time?

Should I post my Sander Sides fanfiction on here? Would you guys actually read it? Cause I love to write and my original short stories I’m putting together for a book but I’ve never published my fanfiction anywhere.

Would you be interested?

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worldrusher · 4 years

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DAY ONE-TSxSIDES WEEK

Ship: DLAMPTR (of course the twins are platonic) Any warnings? Maybe a bit of eyestrain, sneakpeek to future prompts, maybe a bit of implied nb virgil if that bothers anyone, ask me to mantion any other ones! Content? MOODBOARDS ALL THE WAY THROUGH!! :D Tags: @tsxsidesweek, @5am-the-foxing-hour, @kolbykola666, @freakofandoms (ask to be on the taglist if you wanna, through dms, ask box, or rbs! :3) (yea its alittle blurry i tried my best)

#tsxsides week #dlamptr #thomas sanders #janus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #i am not tagging all the ships

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raidahblossom · 4 years

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TS x Sides Week- Day 7: DLAMPTR- Final Collage!

It’s done! Here’s a final collage of all my works with a lil’ quote that I thought suited quite well! The @tsxsidesweek project has been so much fun and it’d be great to do something like this again!

And thanks again to @sunset-and-periwinkle and @min-violet for all the wonderful feedback!

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s5forsafe · 5 years

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Hello!

This blog is a safe space for any and all ships within the Sanders Sides community! This includes RomRem as a fair warning to anyone who does not wish to see any content featuring them. This also includes the sides x Thomas(the character) because I have recently found out people ship them. Though I can not promise very many works featuring character Thomas.

I will post up writings, artworks and mood boards of various Sanders Sides ships whenever I get the chance to make them. Every post will be tagged with the ship name and the names of the characters. If you do not wish to see certain content, please block the appropriate tag. (PS: I call Logince “Roman Numerals” so any Logince content will be found under that tag.)

There will be nsfw posts on this blog as well. They will be tagged “nsfw” and “nc17″. If you are a minor, please block these tags. I do not wish to be liable for any minors seeing content which they should not.

I will not tolerate hate on this blog. If someone says something hateful, mean or rude, I will block you. I’m sorry if that comes off as rude, but this is a safe space.

Hope everyone has a wonderful day!

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escaped-cryptid · 5 years

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#billdip #steveonnie #klance #ts dlamp #romantic dlamp #platonic dlamp #dlamptr #roman sanders #moceit #moxiety #prinxiety #logicality #deceit x remus #ts remus

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cyraniadebergerac · 5 years

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Stronger Than You- Sanders Sides Edition

Haven’t seen this done yet, so I’m going to propose it here.

Stronger Than You is a premiere song to parody when talking about love and the ability to fight for that love. Therefore, its an exemplary song for all the Sides and especially for them combined.

Patton- Literally the heart and so made of love (even if his love for some causes him to irrationally fight against others he views as threatening those he loves). I know a lot of people view him as a wimp, but I honestly suspect that he could channel anger and fury as Emotion then have it become righteous fury if he’s sure that he’s in the right as he attacks, therefore making him far more powerful and dangerous in a pinch, especially when tied with his empathy so that he can have insight on just how to best hurt his opponent. Works great for both Sympathetic and Unsympathetic Patton.

Logan- Cares more than he lets on even to himself. Would be a coldly calculating fighter powered by cold fury if he felt the situation warranted it. And he’d have the confidence to be sure that he could dodge or shrug off whatever his opponent threw at him. Could do a generic version and/or do a version of Stronger Than You that would be Logan’s response during DWIT.

Virgil- The most Sans-like of the Sides as well as the main protector of Thomas and the others against whatever he views as a threat. He is one who would raise up to fight to defend those he cared about no matter what, even if hated or despised, viewing himself as the last defense. Another great one then for Sympathetic and Unsympathetic Virgil against anyone.

Deceit- The Self-Preservation Side and therefore the other main protector Side even if his main form of protection is through words and manipulations instead of a physical fight. Everyone may be an egoist and he may be hated, but he has a role to play and Thomas to care for along with the Sides of Thomas to protect and by golly, he’s going to do it even if it means not acting purely for his own self-interest, but for the lie called love. Would be fighting dirty, using his learned ability to analyze others for weaknesses to exploit them to his advantage during the battle.

Roman- If it came down to a battle where he felt like he and his katana were the only things between everyone else and a foe, he would definitely fight. He’d feel like the one acceptable lost to whatever danger was threatening them, using his love of the others to power him through. He’d either be sure of winning, not sure of winning but acting like he was, or sure that he won’t last long but grimly deciding to stay and fight on anyway to give the others as much time as possible.

Remus- Vengeance is practically his domain. You hurt Thomas, you hurt the others, you have to deal with him. Even an unsympathetic Remus would feel this way since he most likely would secretly care in his own way and/or only want himself to be the one hurting them. Would definitely be assaulting the enemy with nightmares and cursed images along with his mace.

All the Sides- A team up of all of them against someone threatening Thomas, leading to an epic smackdown.

Thomas - If anything or anyone were able to hurt or threaten the Sides, Thomas would be there to fight for them and/or with them. He wouldn’t hold for his boys being tormented, not when he can do something to stop it. For he is made of love for them.

What do you guys think? Feel free to use the ideas above, especially to create lyrics and/or an animatic or song video of some sort with them. I’ll be trying lyrics later but I wanted to share what I had so far for ideas first. Maybe we could create something that Thomas could sing.

#sanders sides #stronger than you #parody #dlamptr #feel free to add #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #thomas sanders

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author-chan06 · 1 month

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My Full Shiplist

These are all of my ships from the fandoms I am active in/ships I love a lot!

Batman:

BatJokes

HarlIvy

Nygmobblepot

Jarley

BatJohnJoker

Sanders Sides:

RemRom

Roceit

Anxceit

Prinxceit

DLAMPTR

— Or Really Any Configuration Of These Guys, But These Are My Favorites

Hazbin Hotel:

Charlastor/RadioBello

RadioApple

Lucilith

HuskerDust

GuitarSpear

RadioRose

Charlentino

CherriSnake

AdamsApple

RadioStatic/RadioSilence

ValAngel

RoyalHalo

Adalilluceve

Poly Vees

Charcifer

RadioRoseBelle

Zestmilla

Helluva Boss:

Stolitz

M&M

Fizzmodeus

BlitzaRolli

Blitzoxille

Lunatic Bee

Stolitzarozzie

Owling at the Moon

Blitzker

Gravity Falls:

Stancest

BillDip

Mabifica

Pinecest

Mystery Trio

Marvel:

FrostIron

Thorki

Starker

FrostIronStrange

FrostPepperony

The Owl House:

Lumity

Raeda

Huntlow

Gustholomule

Aladarius

Huntluz

Guster

Willumity

HuntLumity

Huntmity

Hamilton:

Jamilton

Lams

Hamliza

Burrdosia

Burrgelica

Philidosia

JeffMads

KingHam

KingWash

Whamilton

Marliza

Elams

Hamgelica

Pegglizgelica

My Hero Academia:

BakuDeku

IzuOcha

KiriBaku

TodoDeku

Kacchako

BakuDekuChako

KiriBaku

DabiToga

DabiHawks

ShigaDabi

HimiShigi

ShigaTogaDabi

TogaDeku

Togachako

OchaHimiDeku

ShigaDabiHawks

EraserMic

EraserMight

EraserDeku

DekuMight

Crossover:

Roman Sanders/Kakashi Hatake

Patton Sanders/Obito Uchiha

Remy Sanders/Orochimaru

BatJokesFrostIron

FizziDust

Blox/ShowPonies

If you’re curious about any of my ships, you can totally ask about them and I’ll explain as best I can. If you ship any of these as well, then feel free to gush to me!

#ship list #shipping #proship #op is a proshipper #proshipper safe #batman #sanders sides #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #gravity falls #marvel #the owl house #hamilton musical #my hero academia #crossover ships #adult/child ships #incest ships

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5am-the-foxing-hour · 3 years

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Remus *sneaking up on Patton*: SURPRISE! *Kisses him on the cheek*

Patton: *surprised squeak*

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Remus *sneaks up behind Logan who is reading, bending over him to kiss him on the forehead*: Surprise~

Logan *blinks at Remus while his face turns bluer from the blush*: A- I- You-

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Remus *throwing himself on top Virgil who's on his phone on the couch headphones on*: SURPRISE! *kisses him on the nose*

Virgil: *loud started hissing and flailing of limbs*

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Remus *waltz over to Roman who is in the zone on a project*: Surprise! *licks his hand*

Roman: *Screeches as he conjures his sword and chases after Remus who is cackling*

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Remus *appearing behind Thomas*: SURPRISE! *hugs him and kisses him on the neck*

Thomas *startled noise*: Gyah! Tha-that thihickles! *snickers*

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Remus *yeets himself into the dark side living room*: [REDAKTED] Where are you?~

Orange side *in hiding*: Nope!

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Remus: *pouting as he walks up to Janus hugging him*

Janus *unbothered*: Oh? What's wrong my dear?

Remus: Orange won't accept my love :c

Janus: You can make him a present?

Remus *perks up instantly*: I love you! *kisses Janus on the lips* Thanks snakey! *runs off*

Janus *chuckles*: Have fun~

#Sanders Sides #DLAMPTR #Janus #Sympathetic Deceit #Remus #Roman #Logan #Patton #Virgil #Thomas #Orange side #Creatwins #shitpost #incorrect quotes #do not edit or change #caps #caps tw

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 5 years

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platonic dlamptr with 10?

Remus is forbidden from cooking after the Thanksgiving Food Poisoning Disaster Of 2010. Thomas tries he really does, but it’s still a work in progress of him learning how to cook. Deceit is pretty okay at a few foods but could possibly be a disaster with others. Patton isn’t good at cooking, he can make very unhealthy foods but not anything anyone but him can eat. Roman is pretty okay at a few basic foods and he’s learning a couple others but he doesn’t cook very often. Virgil is good at baking and Logan is very good at cooking. They usually cook the most out of everyone.

#snoweyanswers #anon #sanders sides #platonic dlamptr #dlamptr #remus sanders #thomas sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #ask meme #sanders sides headcanon #headcanon

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arteacactus · 4 years

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Can we get a sick fic Janus hiding in his room until someone else breaks down the door? Cause he thought no one would care

this is so out of nowhere bc i like never get fic requests here anymore it’s like always on my sideblog hissceit ,, but it’s 10000% welcome and appreciated JDFJFD thank u .. also i apologize for how needlessly wordy this is HAHA i strayed from the prompt like .. a lot

warnings for sickness , the coughs , vomiting, sore throat , etc , the whole shebang-- and some cursing

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It’s not that Janus had never been sick before, it’s just that...

Well, he’d never been sick before.

He wasn’t positive why (which irked him; he hated being in the dark about things, especially things concerning himself), but he had some theories- the most plausible one thus far simply being that while Thomas had always viewed the Light Sides as human, to some extent, he saw Janus as a two-faced snake; a monster kept hidden away in the shadows under his bed. And monsters didn’t get touched by things like disease. So while the others got touched with sickness occasionally, Janus never did.

But if Janus was getting sick now..

That implied that after he told them his name, Thomas started seeing him as somewhat human, too, with vulnerabilities like the rest.

He wasn’t sure just how he felt about that, but he didn’t love it (he liked being untouchable, okay?).

Ah, well, Janus supposed the why didn’t matter much at the moment. He could ponder that after the fact.

Right now was the time to think about how to end it, because it was pure torture.

He was too hot and too cold all at once, his head throbbed and his body ached in places he never knew could ache, his eyes were sore and oozing and his nose wasn’t faring much better. His throat was raw as if he’d spent hours and hours screaming at nothing, and even after trudging his way into the Dark Side’s kitchen for a cup of tea (though it was more like a cup of honey and lemon with a hint of green tea), it felt absolutely no better; in fact, he just felt worse, because he had to leave bed, go downstairs, spend twenty minutes standing around to make the tea, and then go back up the stairs to his room again.

He’d been fidgeting with his blankets for the past three hours; having them on made him too hot, having them off made him too cold, and so he settled for having one leg covered and nothing else (oddly enough, this was actually a good compromise). The air in his room was hot and stuffy which certainly didn’t help- nor did it help his sinuses any, as it made his headache pound worse and his airways were thoroughly blocked off. He dreaded drinking or swallowing anything as it sent the most uncomfortably painful sensation down his throat and rendered him to a groaning, pained mess.

He clutched his pillow weakly, pressing his head into the hot surface. He hated this. Usually, he thrived in the heat, as his room was typically colder than a jail cell, but this time he wanted it gone. He wished it was winter, just so he could full-body launch himself into a mound of snow and sleep for eternity.

He felt a slight tug, the distinct feeling of someone requesting his presence, and promptly shooed it away. Not only was he just wearing pants, but he was sick, and he’d rather die than show that level of weakness to anybody.

Three days before, when he’d first felt his symptoms come on, he’d briefly considered going to someone for help; perhaps Remus, because he was his best friend, or Logan, because surely he’d know how to handle diseases and how to cure them, or maybe even Patton, because he was a father figure and might have even made him soup- but he had quickly banished the thought. Sure, maybe they knew his name now, but they still really didn’t like him and had absolutely no reason to help him and not laugh at his predicament.

Well. Remus liked him well enough, but he would have just taken his morning star and bashed Janus across the head with it and called it good, so Janus had to pass on that.

Another tug came, a little more forcefully this time, and Janus dismissed it, just as forcefully. For a little precaution, he took a deep breath and waved his hand, locking up his room so no one could rise up/appear in it, nor could they come through his door. The strain it put on him to maintain that lock was almost enough to make him pass out, but he didn’t dare remove it; he couldn’t risk anybody seeing him in this state.

He forced his body to roll over to the side, pressing his face into his pillow and sighing in relief as his nose unplugged just enough to take a deep breath in. He found himself actually wishing he’d sneeze, just for the temporary relief it brought.

He pointedly ignored the next few tugs that hit him, though they weren’t as forceful and harsh as the past couple were. He could only assume the only reason they actually wanted him up there was to lecture him, because him being incapacitated like this surely was affecting Thomas in some way that they didn’t like.

Well, sucks to be them, Janus thought in mild frustration, I’m staying right here until this all goes away and I don’t want to die anymore.

Eventually, the incessant tugging slowed to a stop, and then they finally left him alone.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Janus curled his body into a tight ball, cringing at the sticky feeling of his sweaty skin against his silk sheets, and tried to fall asleep.

Thankfully, sleep claimed him easily, and he drifted off.

However easily it came, though, it certainly wasn’t very forgiving.

He didn't wake up randomly, but he kept getting thrown so many vivid nightmares and odd, fever-induced dreams that he almost wished he was waking up every few minutes, if only to get away from whatever things his mind kept throwing at him.

He wasn’t awake, but he was aware of his own constant tossing and turning, his bed creaking in protest every time he thrashed and threw his body around the mattress, and when he finally did open his eyes (his throbbing head wasn’t very appreciative of it), he realized he’d somehow twisted himself so his head was at the foot of his bead and his blankets had been fully tossed onto the floor. His pillows weren’t faring much better; only two of his usual six remained in place, and they were mangled to death, the rest on the floor with his blankets.

Janus truly couldn’t bring himself to give a damn- instead, he weakly pushed his body upright, trying not to topple over as his head swam, and fell right back down in the proper position. Thankfully, though, his head not touching the pillows in a while meant they were delightfully chilled, and he moaned aloud at the lovely sensation it brought him. Absently he wondered if he should gather the strength to get himself an ice pack or run an ice bath, but thought better of it. After all, he was still part snake; he’d rather not throw himself into a self-induced comatose state from the cold.

He blindly reached out and grabbed ahold of his bedside clock, a little antique thing he designed himself to fit his aesthetic despite being very poor at reading Roman numerals, and squinted as he tried to decipher how long he’d been asleep for.

He nearly dropped the thing upon realizing he’d slept for eleven straight hours.

He slid it back onto his nightstand and groaned loudly, though it quickly turned into a pained, chest-wracking cough. He couldn’t avoid it; he had to get up and eat something, or drink something, or get literally anything in his body, because whether he liked it or not, that was the only way he was going to get over this thing quicker.

He managed to move just enough to get up and off the bed (nevermind the fact he nearly fell straight on the floor the second he stood), and took a couple shaky steps towards the door. The moment he reached out to turn the knob, though, the knocking started.

He froze, looking like a deer caught in headlights as he stared wide-eyed at the piece of wood in front of him, the only thing separating him from them.

There was a call of ‘Janus?’ that was so soft, Janus didn’t actually know who it came from; but that didn’t matter now, because the doorknob was turning and fuck, when did he let go of his lock?

Janus snapped his fingers, and managed to summon all but his hat when the door opened and revealed- much to his surprise- Virgil.

Janus and Virgil blinked at each other for a moment, dumbfounded, but thankfully, Virgil didn’t seem to see anything off about him, and just lowered his gaze and shrunk into his hoodie, refusing to meet Janus’ eyes.

“We- uh, they were trying to call you earlier today, you know.” Virgil’s voice was low and gruff, and Janus could honestly say this was the best possible Side to come see him. Remus was loud and shrill, Patton was too cheery and Roman was boisterous- Logan probably wouldn’t have been awful, but with his insistence to look everyone in the eye as he spoke to them, Janus was sure he’d have deciphered what was going on in a second.

“I’m aware,” Janus replied, internally cringing at his rough tone. He cleared his throat, which was screaming in protest at speaking.

Virgil didn't seem to notice- or if he did, he didn’t care. “Well. You made them worry, and they sent me to come collect you.”

“Worr- Collect?” Janus echoed in confusion, taken off guard by everything Virgil said.

“Yeah, uh, you worried them so now they won’t take no for an answer. You’re gonna have to come with me.” Virgil, at least, seemed a little sheepish saying this, but he also has a particularly determined and frustrated look to him. Clearly, he wasn’t happy being the one picked to come ‘collect’ Janus, and he wasn’t going to take no from him as an answer, either.

“Wh-” Janus was cut off as Virgil gripped his arm, and any protests he could have made died on his tongue as they started moving. Dizziness attacked him with such ferocity that he was honestly astounded that he hadn’t immediately fallen over, and his stomach lurched at the speed they were moving. Of course, he didn’t bring this up, just took a deep breath and pushed through. After all, Virgil was the last person he wanted to know about his current state.

Once Virgil brought them across the line that separated the Dark Sides from the Light Sides, the immediate bright artificial light from the lamps and ceiling lights making his head pound in a way that was even worse than what the red light of the heat lamps in the snake terrariums in his room caused.

The air here, though, was clear and fresh, and he basked in the coolness of it as it surrounded him. If it wasn’t for the lights, he’d almost be tempted ask to stay for a while.

Once they made it to the living room, Virgil released him from his grasp, and slunk over into his own corner in the stairwell- and Janus found himself standing right next to Logan.

Unfortunately, they were all staring at him.

Time to put your acting skills to work, Janus, he thought to himself as he heaved an internal sigh, and plastered a toothy grin on his face that bared his sharp canines just enough to make them flinch away.

“So. I was summoned?” His throat protested speech, but thankfully his voice came out smooth and silky, not one bit of it hinting towards his predicament.

“Yeah, and you never answered..?” Thomas seemed more concerned than anything, but Janus definitely saw some suspicion on Roman’s expression (he couldn’t blame him, after how his name reveal went), and Patton was more fidgety than usual. Logan, bless him, didn’t seem to be acting any different, and Virgil looked just as bored as he usually was.

Remus, however...

Well, Remus was looking at Janus with a suspicious gaze similar to Roman’s but far more scrutinizing. Janus briefly felt a flare of panic. If there was anyone here to notice he was off, it would be his best friend, who he lived with and saw every day.

“I was resting, Thomas, would you blame your personification of self-preservation for taking a day off for self-care?” Janus’ tone was exasperated. He wasn’t lying, not really; he was resting, and he was taking a day off for self-care.

Just.. more than one day.

“Respectfully, I have to.. what is the term, ‘call bullshit’?” Came Logan’s voice next to him, and he hoped to God that Logan didn’t notice Janus’ feverish tremors. “You’ve been MIA for the past few days, and it’s escalated to the point where Thomas is beginning to react to it. There is something else going on, and we’d like to know what’s going on.”

Ah, yes, for the good of Thomas, Janus couldn’t help but think a little bitterly, Really, I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not like they’d worry about my wellbeing. “I’m afraid I wasn’t bullshitting you, Logan,” Janus replied coolly, “It was the truth.”

“Then how come your room looked trashier than Remus’?” Virgil’s voice, where earlier it was comfortingly gruff, was now an offputting growl. Despite his words, though, Janus could tell he was trying to act like he didn’t actually care. He took note of that, because Virgil caring about him was odd.

“Rearranging,” Janus replied simply, and hoped they took that alone as an acceptable answer.

Of course, they didn’t.

“You never rearrange,” Virgil’s tone turned accusatory, and then Patton cut in.

“Well, maybe then that’s why he’s doing it now? For something fresh?” He sounded hopeful, as if he couldn’t wait for this entire conversation to be over. Janus felt similarly.

“I’ve lived with him, Patton, I know him, and it’s not something that happens.” Virgil argued, but this seemed to set off Remus as he cut in with, “And you left, so who are you to claim you ‘know him’?”

This sparked an argument amongst themselves, as they fought over the sudden new topic that thankfully centered around Virgil more than anything, and with Logan, Roman, and Thomas trying to mediate, there was no attention put on him anymore.

Janus took this momentary distraction to let out a sigh of relief, the mix of loud voices and trying to act like nothing was up was doing absolutely no good for his headache and exhaustion. He mourned the loss of his hat, because he could have used that to hide his face away from the lights that were bearing down on him and making his skin feel uncomfortably hot.

Though perhaps that was from all the layers of his outfit.

Unfortunately, though, as the seconds passed, the voices seemed to get louder, the lights got brighter, the clothes got hotter and his stomach was churning, his hands were sweating, his head was pounding his legs were getting shaky oh god his ears were ringing oh fuck fuck stop the noise please turn off the lights please stop please stop-

Distantly, he felt his throat start hurting intensely and he realized he was speaking out loud, stammering out pleads that were growing muffled as everything swamped him. His hands raised to cover his ears, trying to drown out the noise around him, and his legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed, feeling something warm and wet trickle down his face- tears? Was he crying? No, surely he was just imagining the feeling- but before he hit the hard floor, he felt something grab a hold of him, long, spider-like fingers gripping the undersides of his arms like a lifeline. He felt sharp nails and soft ruffles and realized Remus had caught him, he must have run from his spot to catch him before he fell, and Janus felt the stinging gaze of everybody on him. He felt like a mouse that was dropped into a snake’s cage for feeding, cowering beneath the penetrating gaze of the predator before him. The roles were reversed, and he hated it.

He managed to pry open his own eyes- when had he shut them?- and the moment he saw the horrified gazes trained on him, he fled.

He forced himself from Remus’ arms and he vanished, retreating back to his room, where the lights were off and the curtains were shut and the only thing he had to deal with was the light of his snakes’ heat lamps.

The hot, stuffy air attacked him with a vengeance, though, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. He stripped himself of his clothes again, his skin glistening, heat radiating off of his person.

He hurriedly locked up his room again, and fell to his knees beside his bed, and retched.

Thankfully, he’d managed to grab his trashcan, but it didn’t make him feel any less humiliated.

He thought he was doing himself a favor, hiding his state from all of them, but from not going to just one of them when he could, he had ended up breaking down in front of all of them.

Body trembling and chest heaving, Janus collapsed onto the hard floor beneath him, unable to pull himself onto his bed, and curled up into a tight ball.

He wanted this to end.

Janus was so caught up in his misery that he didn’t even notice pounding on his door, all of his senses wrapped up in himself, in his throbbing head and hot skin and burning throat and sore stomach and the sound of his blood pumping in his ears, until there was a deafening ‘crash’ and splinters of wood came flying into his room.

He flinched at the noise and forced himself to sit up, but the sudden movement made him gag, and he found himself panting like a dog trying to cool himself off and calm down his raging nausea.

There was a barrage of voices at first, but they were quickly hushed- from what, he didn’t know- and then a delightfully cold hand clutched his bicep, and he couldn’t hold back the relieved moan he let out in response.

“I’m gonna put you in bed, okay, Janus?” Came a soft voice- Remus- and Janus didn’t protest as he was gently lifted up by the Creative twin. Admittedly, he didn’t even know Remus could be that gentle, but he was grateful for it nonetheless.

There was some quiet shuffling and the sound of a dull ‘smack’ and then someone cursing softly, but soon enough Janus was set down on a set of smooth cotton sheets, clean and cool, and an absolute blessing.

“Jan-Jan, why didn’t you tell us you were sick?” Remus’ tone was scolding, like a parent to a young child (ironic, considering Janus was the one who raised Remus), and Janus opened his eyes just enough to see Remus’ face swathed in the shadows of his room.

“Weak,” Janus croaked in reply, his voice wrecked, “Di’n.. wan’ see.”

“Your pride is going to be the death of you,” Remus sighed, and Janus heard some other voices pipe in.

“We would have helped you, Janus,” Thomas sounded sad, almost regretful. For what, Janus would never know.

“Indeed,” Logan’s voice was a comfort, Janus was willing to admit. “In fact, I will begin researching how to best care for this as soon as possible, so you are in utmost comfort while you recover.”

“I’ll make some soup,” Came Patton’s quiet promise, “And water, and tea.”

“I changed your bedsheets,” Roman seemed shy, “If you need me to, I can try and make a set that keeps you cooled down.”

Janus almost moaned aloud at the thought, and Roman must have seen it in his expression because he perked up right away.

“Sorry for, uh, dragging you away so forcefully,” Virgil muttered, and Janus just managed to flap his hand dismissively.

“You didn’ know.” He mumbled weakly, and he felt Remus’ cool touch brush away hair that clung to his sweaty forehead.

“And now we do. So we’re going to take care of you, because we care about you.” He promised in a tone with no room for argument, with the others murmuring in agreement behind him.

And for once, Janus believed him, and let himself be taken care of.

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Virgil: *exists*

Every other side in the mind and Thomas, some externally and some internally:

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a-soul-among-the-stars · 5 years

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Freeze Your Brain

TW: Hypothermia, Talk of death, Logan angst, All sympathetic sides

Relationships: Loginceit/Roloceit, Platonic DLAMPTR

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Logan hated the cold.

It was just fact. As sure as he was Logic or that Thomas was his host.

Everyone in the mind palace knew he hated the cold, but nobody knew why. Deceit had a real reason; he was only half-snake, yet fully cold-blooded. Virgil and Patton enjoyed the cold simply because it was a reason for hoodies. Roman always said he liked the cold since it gave a chance for his “hotness to stand out” (but everyone knew he just liked the excuse for cuddles). And Remus… nobody knew for-sure what Remus preferred. He didn’t talk about it much, but he often shoved ice down his pants. So.

But Logan… Logan hated the cold. He didn’t have a legitimate reason, but it always gave him a bad feeling. A really bad feeling.

But a nervous feeling was hardly a reason to forbid Thomas from doing anything that involved the cold. So when Thomas was invited to go out with friends for ice cream, who was Logan to deny him such a simple pleasure?

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All the sides were sitting together in the living room of the mind palace.

Patton and Virgil sat by each other, Patton on a chair with Virgil on the carpet in front of him. Patton was carefully rubbing the knots from his shoulders while they exchanged jokes, giggles occasionally causing a pause in the onslaught of pun-related humor.

Across the room, Remus sat alone in an armchair, criss-cross, tablet on his lap and his hair in a bun. He had reading glasses on and his tongue stuck out slightly as he focused on his work.

Deceit and Roman were laying together. Dee’s head was on Roman’s chest while the latter dramatically recounted stories from the Imagination. Logan was sitting close enough that his shoulders occasionally brushed Roman’s, but far enough away that he could easily flip pages of the book he was reading, The CandyMakers by Wendy Mass (a bit of a childish read, but one of Logan’s favorites nevertheless.)

Everyone in the quiet room jumped as a small bell rung out from outside the mindscape, except for Remus, who simply pressed a button on the remote to turn on the television.

The screen showed Thomas as he walked into the ice cream shop with some of his friends, a few more inside. Thomas, along with two others, walked up to get their food first.

Meanwhile, Logan couldn’t seem to rid himself of the discomfort sitting in his stomach. He rested his head on Roman’s shoulder, hoping that nothing bad happened.

Then Joan proposed a competition. They and Thomas would see who could finish their ice cream first, and the loser would pay for the other’s ticket to the movie they were planning to see later.

Logan immediately opened his mouth to object, but looking around, everyone else seemed at peace with the idea. Even the literal embodiment of Thomas’s anxiety didn’t seem to have a problem. So when Thomas laughed and accepted the challenge, Logan stayed quiet.

It was fine. Everything was fine.

Talyn rolled their eyes, counting down from ten before enjoying their own ice cream like a sensible person.

Logan stiffened suddenly as a sound was ripped from his lips before everything went dark.

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Deceit never saw what happened. He just remembered feeling Logan’s head suddenly remove itself from its resting place on his shoulder. He remembered hearing a strangled sound, halfway between a gasp and a scream. And then nothing.

The air turned with a bitter chill and frost crept onto the television. Everyone jumped into a standing position, looking around for their missing side.

Roman inhaled quickly before pushing the couch aside and diving through the newly formed hole in the floor. Patton brought his hands to his mouth. He ran into the kitchen, putting water on the stove and grabbing a pile of towels from a cupboard. He then dashed up the stairs, coming back down seconds later, arms full of blankets. He put all the blankets and towels into a pile, before running toward the bathroom.

Deceit shook out of his daze, reaching out to stop Patton.

“Pat, what’s going on?” Patton looked up to his eyes frantically before shaking his head and pushing Deceit away.

“No time to explain,” Patton called behind him. “But hurry!”

Deceit ran after him, following his instructions to grab the box labeled Emergency from under the sink. He was about to ask why, what was happening, when Virgil and Remus shouted their names from the living room.

Deceit ran, freezing in front of the doorway in fear, seeing a hand reaching through the hole in the floor. He gasped before running forward to help Virgil and Remus pull Roman out of the water, who in turn, pulled out another body. Patton ran in, instantly grabbing the towels and giving some to Roman who helped him dry off an unconscious Logan.

Remus grabbed a towel left on the stack, gently wrapping it around his brother’s shoulders. Roman thanked him, but there was no smile on his face. Not in a time like this.

Roman snapped, transferring Logan into softer, warmer clothing.

“Can’t you just snap him dry?” Deceit asked, slightly panicked. But Roman just shook his head sadly.

“Not from something like this. Believe me, I would if I could.”

“Wait a minute, you mean this has happened before?” Virgil asked. He looked at the two sides currently exchanging sad looks.

As Patton went off to take care of the hot water, Roman picked up his still-unconscious boyfriend, sitting down on the couch after Remus had moved it back to its original position. He gently combed Logan’s hair with his fingers, kissing his forehead softly. Roman looked at the others, guilt obvious in his eyes.

“A few years ago, before we knew any of you, it was just Patton, Logan and me in the mindscape. It was Thomas’s 15th birthday, and some friends took him out for ice cream. There was another thing that they were going to do afterward, so everyone had to eat quickly. Logan had tried to warn Thomas to be careful but,” he cut himself off to take a steadying breath. “It was too late.

“Logan suddenly froze. He couldn’t move. He tried to tell us something, but he-,” Roman cleared his throat, blinking away the tears in his eyes. “The floor gave way. We didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t coming up so we… I jumped through the floor. It was so cold. But I kept swimming down. Luckily cold water is really clear, but Lo was so far down. Eventually, I found him. He didn’t move and his eyes were frozen shut. I grabbed his waist and I swam as hard as I could. But I thought I was going to make it. I-I thought he was going to die. For some reason, the water wasn’t affecting me. I could breathe, and while it was cold, it wasn’t unbearably so. But Lo…” Roman clutched him tighter to his chest. “Maybe it’s because he’s Logic and I’m creativity. I can imagine a world where I could breathe underwater, but it wouldn’t be logical.”

Everyone was quiet for a second, simply processing his words, before Remus tentatively asked, “What happened next?” Deceit was almost surprised by his tone, but he shouldn’t have been. Everyone loved Logan, more than they would probably ever admit.

Roman sighed, readjusting the side in his arms before settling again to continue.

“I managed to get him through the hole in the floor in time before it sealed shut, but he didn’t wake up right away. Neither Patton nor I knew anything about hypothermia, so we did all we could to get him warm. Eventually he woke up, but… it wasn’t pretty. He was panicking. He became terrified of the ocean and the cold. In the end, we decided, Logan included, to wipe his memory of that. He’s still afraid of the ocean and fairly uneasy about the cold. But we were foolish. We didn’t tell him why. We didn’t tell Thomas either. But we always remembered. And today… we… I failed.”

“Y-you did-didn’t fail.” Everyone rushed over to the couch. And there was Logan. Stuttering, freezing cold, and clearly terrified, but Logan nevertheless. Patton ran in with a portable mug, smudged tear tracks clear on his cheeks. He grabbed a few of the blankets from the pile, along with the emergency kit. Deceit helped Roman gently sit Logan on the couch, wrapping more blankets around him and holding him tightly to help him preserve body heat.

Patton opened the box, taking out a few warm compresses, placing one on the back of Logan’s neck, another on his chest. He gave Logan two more for the spaces between his abdomen and each leg. He offered Logan the mug, smiling gently.

Maybe it was the gentle treatment Patton was giving him, maybe it was the pain of the cold, or maybe it was just the stress of it all. But whatever it was, it just became too much for the poor Logical side.

He curled suddenly into Deceit, hiding his face in his capelet. Deceit smiled sadly, picking up his small boyfriend and scooting next to Roman, who in turn wrapped his arms around the both of them. Remus and Patton surrounded the trio while Virgil walked over to the television to put on Big Hero 6. Logan was asleep in seconds.

Maybe Logan will be a bit more fragile for the next few weeks. And maybe the nightmares will keep Thomas awake a bit more often. But maybe… maybe that’s okay.

Maybe they’ll be okay.

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