#kid sides

[logan-the-artist]

i got bored during a test, so i doodled kid janus

#kid sides #my art #drawing #art #sketch #sanders sides #sanders sides fanart #log’s art #janus sanders #ts janus #tss janus #janus sanders sides #school doodles #kid!sides #kid!janus #kid!deceit #deceit sanders #ts deceit #tss deceit

[theeerealpunkin]

There was a time when the twins' birthday was celebrated together.

When the Dads™ would set up a firework like no other in the Imagination for them.

Remus and Roman used to love their birthday.

(click for better quality)

#sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #creativitwins #kid!remus #kid roman #kid sides #ts roman #ts remus #punkindraws

[impossiblysporadiccreation]

bby V with his bby Otter

@kiddiesides

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #kid sides #sketch

[candle-cloud]

I maybe spent a little to much time on this mini comic.

These are also kid sides! The order they arrived is the order in which these traits develop in human. Fear at about 1 year, anger at 18 months and so on! I don’t know how to draw babies so at the start they’re about kindergarten age. By the end they’re around 10 years old

#sander sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #digital arwork #janus sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #just a little Angsty #my comic #mini comic #illustration #king creativity #mystery orange side #kid sides

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Kid King: Oh! Come here snakey!

Baby Janus *learning how to walk*: *reaches out to King while squealing happily* *taking 4 steps before flopping down on his butt* *giggles as King picks him up*

- Later on -

Kid Remus: BABY IS WALKING! OOH! Come here snakey!

Toddler Janus: *let's go of the coffee table and runs over to Remus laughing loudly*

Kid Remus *picks Janus up and spins around in a circle*: I take it back! Baby was RUNNING! *hugs Janus close*

Toddler Janus *laughing loudly, hugging back with all his arms*: Emus!

#Sanders Sides #Janus #Remus #King #Original Creativity #King creativity #incorrect quotes #shitpost #Kid Sides

[candied-peach]

babey ♡

#����.txt #sanders sides #virgil sanders #virgil #ts art #kid sides #📚 #🎨 #ok to rb #peach draws

[pizza-box-raccoon]

Patton’s Leap About.

Took a holiday down to Cornwall earlier this year and wanted to make a scrapbook with some of the photos of our little adventure.

Traveling - Six hour drive, ready for a nap. pg 2

Tea room - A late lunch but worth the wait. pg 3

Steam Train Ride - What a cool experience and amazing views. pg 4 & 5

Sea Creature Sculptures - Help Keep the Oceans Clean! Pg 6

Local wildlife - A cornish cat and seagulls? pg 7

Clifftop walk - Polzeth to Daymer bay. A nice walk and a fun beach day building some sandcastles. pg 8,9 & 10

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Part 1 — Part 2

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #patton sanders #tadpole patton #tadpole patton plushie #holiday 2022 #kid sides #kid sides au #tsart #sanders sides fan art #fan art #my art #ink #scrapbook #my photo #tw bright colors #tw just in case

[artistowlsnest]

Put Myself in Control

@dukeceitweek

For Dukeceit week Wednesday prompt: Wild/Control

2,905 words

Summary:  Deceit needed to make sure that everyone on his side of the Barrier stayed on his side of the barrier, but the Duke didn't want to cooperate. Maybe if he became friends with him - no, if he convinced the other side that they were friends. Yes, that would work.

Deceit did not stare at the perfectly innocuous looking door in the hallway just past the kitchen. He did not sit in the living room, no matter who else was there, just so that he could keep an eye on it, and on everyone else – the two other Sides that had come with him, and all the other Aspects that weren’t full Sides yet, and maybe never would be.

It was his job to keep control over them now, and keep them from crossing the Barrier.

He wasn’t the oldest there, but he was definitely the most mature. Deceit was thirteen (or a little younger, but close enough) and he knew everything.

He knew that Morality was stupid and too busy thinking about other people to think about what was best for Thomas. He knew that Logic was too wrapped up in thinking about stuff like school and the future to be overly concerned about all of the very big and important changes that had just happened.

He knew that…that the Prince had taken every scrap of idealistic naivete that Creativity had had with him in the split. He knew that when he looked at the Prince, he would see eyes that looked nothing at all like Creativity’s and yet were obviously still identical, and he knew that that made him feel a lot of complicated things, and that he did not like feeling those things, so it was better to avoid the Prince.

And he knew that it didn’t matter how he felt a lot of complicated feelings about the Barrier, because now it was there, and he didn’t have enough influence over Thomas to tear it down, and he wouldn’t do it even if he could.

(He may not agree with Morality on most things, but one thing they could agree on was that there were some things that Thomas didn’t need to know about himself. That Barrier was built from lies as much as it was from guilt and fear.)

So, now, he guarded it, more or less. The others probably couldn’t slip past it on their own, but he wanted to keep an eye on who was trying.

Fear – no, he was Anxiety now – wasn’t a security concern (he’d even helped put the Barrier up, whether he realized it or not). Deceit hadn’t even seen the oldest Side since the Barrier had come up, and knew that he was probably hiding in his room. 

(Did Anxiety still count as the oldest side? That was one thing that Deceit admitted, at least to himself, that he didn’t know. Instinct had been the oldest, but then he’d become Fear, and now he was Anxiety. Did it even count? Deceit wasn’t sure, and he liked to debate it with himself now that he couldn’t debate it with Logic but if any of the others asked, he would have said no, just to be contrary to Anxiety, who said yes.)

The Aspects were somewhat more of a concern, but they didn’t even have enough influence to be full Sides, so Deceit would be able to stop them easily enough.

Which left him with his biggest challenge. And while the last Side wasn’t exactly competent, he made up for it in both enthusiasm and sheer unadulterated stubbornness.

And speak of the devil…

Deceit closed his eyes and let out a weary sigh when he heard another crash. “Duke, stop.”

The other Side bounced his way into the living room, without even the decency to pretend to look sheepish.

Looking at the Duke’s face elicited much of the same reaction that looking at the Prince’s did. A little different – rather than the Prince’s simperingly positive face, the Duke’s was usually screwed up in a grin that alternated between manic and cruel. It was a face that Deceit had seen only every now and then on Creativity, maybe a little more as the years went on, but it seemed to be the Duke’s normal. It was a face that reminded Deceit that he wouldn’t ever get to see Creativity again.

(And then he grabbed his grief by the neck and shoved it into his box of denial. Maybe it would suffocate and die before he had to deal with it.)

(This was a habit that he shared with Morality, he knew. He put that thought into the box of denial as well.)

“You can’t go through the barrier, Duke.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” the Duke immediately replied.

Deceit resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose – whether changing their function impacted their age or not, Creativity had been the youngest side, and the two parts of him had been the most recent to change, so whichever way one looked at it, the Prince and the Duke were the babies of the Mindscape – and whenever he had to deal with them, Deceit was unfortunately inescapably aware of that fact.

He took a deep breath. It wasn’t the other Sides’ fault that he was just so much more mature than them. “I don’t need to tell you,” Deceit said. “I control the Barrier, and if I say that you can’t leave, then you can’t.”

It was only half a lie – Deceit hadn’t been the only one to make the Barrier, so he was pretty sure that he wasn’t the only one with control over it, but the Duke didn’t need to know that.

“Then let me,” the Duke said, his voice high and whiny and nasally. “I’m bored.”

Deceit was far too controlled to actually shudder at that, but he did have to suppress the urge – he still remembered the last time the Duke had said that; the living room still smelled faintly like fish. 

“Go play in the Imagination then,” Deceit said. “Stop bothering me.”

He probably shouldn’t have said that last part, because the Duke never liked to do what he was told, and sure enough made a beeline for the couch, jumping up onto it and then jumping up and down on one of the cushions, bouncing Deceit along with him.

Deceit pushed one of his legs forward so that the Duke fell face-first onto the coffee table. It made a loud crash and he heard a crunch that sounded sickeningly like splintering bone. Deceit refused to feel bad – he’d seen the Duke get up completely unharmed from worse, and he’d been about to break the couch, and none of the Sides on this side of the Barrier could properly fix that sort of thing yet.

The Duke rolled to the side, grinning up at Deceit. His nose was crooked and bleeding, and his gums were bloody too. The wounds were only there because the Duke wanted them to be, Deceit knew, though the sight of all that blood did make him have to remind himself of that. “Are we fighting?” the Duke asked in an utterly delighted voice.

“No,” Deceit said as firmly as he could. “I want you to go to your room. Or the Imagination. Or literally anywhere that you’re not bothering me.”

“Like the other side?”

“No, that would be bothering me.”

“Ughhhh.” the Duke flopped dramatically onto the floor, his head landing against it with a crack. “You’re no fun.”

“My job isn’t to be fun.”

The Duke perked up. “No, that’s mine!”

“So why don’t you go have fun somewhere else?”

“’Cause you’re the only one here who doesn’t run away,” the Duke said, entirely casual.

And that…that gave Deceit a pause. “That can’t be true.”

The Duke shrugged against the floor. “Sure. Anger used to fight me but I kept winning so now he doesn’t want to fight anymore, and I told him I’d let him win and that just made him madder but he didn’t even fight me about it, and Procrastination is even more boring than you, and Anxiety’s a little scaredy-cat and always says dumb stuff like ‘that hurts people!’ Like, duh, yeah, that’s the point dummy –”

Deceit very nearly said that he could see why the others didn’t want to be around the Duke, but bit his tongue. If Deceit was smart (and he was always smart) then he could perhaps use this to get some measure of control over the other Side.

“Of course that's the point.”

“Exactly!” The Duke pointed at Deceit victoriously. “But he didn’t like that so he told me to get out of his room, and he’s scary when he wants to be, did you know? And that’s super cool, but then he sunk me out so I didn’t get to tell him so.”

“How rude of him.”

“Totally.” The Duke nodded rapidly at Deceit, his neck bones clicking in a way that made the latter wince. “So I want to go to the other side.”

Well if that was the only reason why… 

Deceit scoffed. “Why would you even want to be on the other side? There’s nothing over there but a place that looks like this but brighter, and a bunch of stuck-up Sides. Just stupid old Morality, and Logic, and –”

Deceit paused. He’d been about to say your brother, but that wasn’t really accurate, was it – they weren’t brothers, they were Sides, and had only had a spare couple weeks together before the Barrier had been erected and from what Deceit knew they had spent most of it fighting, so he didn’t really think that they even saw each other as anything close to family. Still, they were closer in origin than any of the other Sides.

“Your counterpart,” he eventually decided on.

“Narrative foil,” the Duke suggested, which sounded even more like a big-kid word coming from the Duke’s mouth, and Deceit was begrudgingly impressed – then again, of course it would be the literary vocab word that he would know, wouldn’t it? 

“Sure. Why would you even want to be around them? You have to know that they’ll run away from you faster than anyone here will.”

And the Duke paused at that, and Deceit felt a little hopeful for a moment, but the Duke shook his head. “Nah, they won’t run – not yet at least, I’d get some time before they do. I mean, Morality already does, but Logic’s kinda fun to annoy ’cause he still doesn’t know how to react and he gets mad about it, but it is kinda lame that I can’t really do anything that sticks to him.” The Duke propped his elbow on his knee and his chin on his hand. “Princey’s fun though. He’ll always fight me.”

“Don’t you want to be around people that you don’t have to fight?”

The Duke wavered again, just for a moment, but continued, “it’s fun though, we’re playing.”

“You are?”

“Yeah! He’s the good guy and I’m the bad guy, and I do lots of fun nasty stuff and he goes and stops me from doing it and we fight about it and then he kills me and I get to have a super cool death scene.” The Duke fidgeted with the hem of his tunic. His eyes were far away. “I even let Princey do a death scene sometimes, but I’d mortally wound him and let him die slow so he had time to do a dramatic monologue first. Those are more boring though so we didn’t do ’em a lot. He likes to win and I like to die in cool ways.”

Deceit…hadn’t realized how mutual their battles were. “I see.”

“And no one here wants to play with me like that,” the Duke muttered.

Deceit…hesitated for a moment, considering. He’d sparred with Creativity before – they’d both always been very dramatic Sides, and it had been fun, with lots of monologues and fancy flourishes.

But that was stage-fighting, nothing like the bloody mess that the Duke liked to leave. Deceit couldn’t die obviously, but he could get discorporated, or even just hurt, and he wasn’t quite good enough at lying to himself that the pain wasn’t that bad yet.

(But maybe he could practice at that…?)

Deceit stopped that thought in its tracks. No way was he letting the Duke try to attack him. 

“Well,” he said, thinking quickly, “are there any other games you like to play?”

The Duke’s eyes lit up – not literally, thankfully. “Oh yeah! There’s laser tag and theater with swords and knuckle-sandwich patty-cake and charades to the death and knife monopoly!”

Deceit was beginning to see a trend. “Wow,” he said pleasantly. “Those do sound fun. I wonder though, is there anything…” he couldn’t say something that involved sitting quietly, couldn’t say something that didn’t involve danger, “else?” he said after a brief pause.

The Duke tilted his head to the side with a crack of bone. “Like what?”

“Like…” Deceit cast his mind around frantically. Something creative, maybe? “Drawing pictures?”

The Duke’s nose wrinkled a little. “Drawing?”

“Drawing – police sketches. Of murderers.”

That got the Duke’s attention, and he even seemed to give it more than two seconds of consecutive thought. “And we can make up stories about what they did and why…”

“And if the police will ever be able to catch them, and how,” Deceit continued, relaxing a little. He’d played pretend with Creativity many times before, he’d always been a good actor. This was…maybe a little more morbid, but Deceit maybe liked morbid better. “I’ll do that with you.”

The Duke scrambled to sit up straight, leaning forward on his hands as he looked up at Deceit with a wide-eyed trusting openness that almost made Deceit feel bad. “You will?”

“I will,” Deceit said, voice as generous as he felt. “So if you want to follow me Duke, or even lead the way –”

“Oh, don’t call me Duke,” the Duke interrupted.

Deceit’s eyebrow arched up before he could make his face stay blank. There was no way that the Duke had already changed his function now…was there? “What should I call you?” Deceit asked carefully.

“How about Dukey,” the Duke said cheerfully.

Deceit huffed out a sigh when he realized that the Duke wasn’t actually changing his function, then he frowned when he realized what the Duke was asking. “I’m not calling you that.”

“Like Dooky! That means poop.”

“I know what it means –”

“Or a doody, or doo-doo, or shit, or scat, or poopy, or diarrhea – did you know that diarrhea can make your butt explode?”

The Sides did not get paid. Deceit, somehow, still felt like he was not getting paid enough for this. “I’m pretty sure it can’t.”

“It totally can.”

“Sure, whatever. I’m still calling you Duke. I’ll put a ‘the’ in front of it, that’s the most you’re getting.”

The Duke blew a raspberry at him. “You’re a dooky.”

“Whatever.”

The Duke huffed. “Fine. If you won’t call me Dukey, you can call me by my name.”

Deceit paused. “…What?”

“My name,” the Duke said again, like that helped at all.

“We don’t have names,” Janus said, trying not to scowl at the Duke for being dumb. “We’re Sides, not people.”

“Well I wanted a name and so did Princey, so we gave ourselves some.” The Duke sounded very pleased with himself. “And my name is Remus.”

Remus…

Deceit always kept his face in a perfectly controlled mask, and right then was no exception; he was sure that the Duke wouldn’t be able to see any of the (many, and complicated) feelings that were playing out inside his chest.

“I see,” he said slowly. And the Duke – Remus? – was looking at him so eagerly, he couldn’t help but add, “it’s a good name. It suits you.”

Remus bounced to his feet and turned a few sloppy cartwheels across the living room floor, and when he stood up he was smiling, wild and gleeful. “I know, right!” he bounced on the balls of his feet. “Are you going to choose a name too?”

It was probably a very predictable question, but Deceit somehow still felt blindsided by it. “Huh?”

“You should, you totally should!”

It was…an interesting thought. He’d always been Deceit – well, maybe he’d been something else before Thomas learned words, and he technically was ‘Lies’ and just told everyone to call him Deceit once he learned that word because it sounded cooler…but a name of his own?

It was a thought. Something to keep in mind, maybe.

“…Well,” Deceit said slowly. “When – if – I come up with one…you’ll be the first to know.”

Remus’s smile was wild as ever, but it somehow seemed more genuinely happy than Deceit had seen him yet. And when it made Deceit want to smile too, his mask slipping and showing his fang in a rare real grin…he decided that he wouldn’t bother to suppress the action. Just this once.

Forming this thread of control over Remus would bring him one step closer to being able to control every part of this whole situation, which would let him actually be able to properly influence Thomas, and that was what was important. If the fact that Remus seemed…happy about being around Deceit made Deceit feel weirdly nice and warm, well, that was just a bonus.

And if while he worked on getting a metaphorical leash on the other Side, they ended up actually enjoying their time together…well. Remus wasn’t Creativity…but maybe he wasn’t all that bad.

Maybe. Just maybe.

#dukeceitweek2022 #janus sanders #ts janus #remus sanders #ts remus #Canon verse #kid sides #child sides #kid janus sanders #kid remus sanders #post creativity split #remus typical violence #could be read as ship if you squint

[goatsorcery]

im so done with seeing articles about kids and screen time that doesnt mention parent behaviors even once. “kids are always on their phones” so are the parents! which the kids look to for how they should behave! ipad babies didn’t chose to only play on their ipads, thats what their parents gave them!

an anecdotal example: when i was a kid, all my parents would do in their minimal free time was watch tv and then they would be surprised when in my sister and i’s minimal free time we would also only watch tv/play video games. they scolded us for not reading books, but they never read books. they scolded us for not going outside but they never went outside.

“kids are always on their damn phones” my mom is in her 60s and opens up candy crush anytime she’s sitting — it isnt just the kids

#side note but ipad babies are such a rich people thing too #like you’re gonna give your kid something that cost $400 and has an easily breakable screen? #that goes for smartphones too

[apollos-boyfriend]

so my younger cousin is flying in to visit from brazil on sunday, and will be staying here for like, the entirety of july. which, don't get me wrong, is super cool! i love the kid! but it felt like a super weird move, considering his parents are the SUPER strict and borderline helicopter parents. even the smallest prank/roughousing with him/his little sister would lead to a strict talking to from his parents, he couldn't ever do anything without their clear permission, that sort of stuff. so letting him fly at alone at 16 to a whole different country and stay there for a whole month seemed WILDLY out of character. additionally, it just felt like a super last-minute trip. it's not like we have any plans to do when he gets here, and the flight itself and stuff only got booked like, midway through june.

and i was talking to my mom about it, kind of trying to nudge some answers out of her, and after a while she went, "yeah, i think they're sending him over here to get away for his boyfriend. see if the distance breaks them off." which, first of all, surprised me because last i checked, they didn't KNOW he had a boyfriend. literally everyone in the family did EXCEPT for them because while that entire side of the family being semi-conservative, his parents (mostly his dad) are EXTREMELY old-fashioned. so clearly something already went wrong. and considering the only reason the rest of the family knew is because one person found out and it spread like wildfire, i have a sneaking suspicion he wasn't the one to tell them, either.

and second of all. they're sending him HERE. to try to make him forget his homosexuality. i couldn't do anything but just wordlessly gesture to the multiple pride flags scattered around my room, then to myself, because really? he has like two other cousins in the us and they're sending him to me? honey i am about to introduce this kid to queer scenes you have never even heard of. he'll be returning home with labels only shrimp can perceive

#icarus speaks #i fully believe she's correct btw #they are. not the brightest people. and honestly probably believe this is something that could work #cause i can see the logic of get him away and hopefully he'll realize it's a phase. which is Likely what they think #but oh honey you have a big storm coming #side note this is the SECOND time someone's been outed without permission on that side of the family 😭 #bitches learned of my transgenderism SO quickly #also even if that's NOT why they sent him here. i will still be rocking his world #they have given me Infinite Power and i will use it to make this kid's life as queer as physically possible

[ayatou]

the strawhats & their dreams

#one piece #one piece live action #opla #opla spoilers #luffy #zoro #nami #ussop #sanji #one piece netflix #netflixedit #daily netflix #mycreations #whoever in the writing team decided to feature the kid characters #may both sides of your pillow be cool tonight #they make me feel Insane

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!! #my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her) #hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet. #i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!! #i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art. #i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

[dudedidujust]

Au where Damian comes to Gotham with the goal of infiltrating and eventually overthrowing Batman instead of inheriting the mantle. Not much changes from canon except for the fact that he views everything that batman owns as his. That's his future cave and his future batmobile. This also includes his robins. After all everyone knows Batman wouldn't really be Batman without them.

Cue a very bewildered Tim being lectured on his eating habits by a righteous Damian who won't let one of his people take shortcuts with their health.

#Damian looking at the manor: its free real estate #he almost writes off red hood but after finding out his identity he switches to trying to lure him yo his side #jason gets the head of a random thug who was bothering him on his doorstep #damian: im gonna be a better batman than batman. I'll sway all his allies to my side and then there'll be no complaints when i take over #everyone else: he's such a sweet kid. sorta prickly but he has a good heart ❤️ #damian wayne #batman #batfam #bruce wayne #tim drake #jason todd #they all thinks he's trying so hard to be accepted into the fam when infact he's trying to get to the top

[impossiblysporadiccreation]

Mood for when ur a sleepy Remus and u've fuckin falled over

@kiddiesides

#sanders sides #kid sides #remus sanders #sketch #kid swearing

[treasureplcnet]

(lia voice) rolan you're 26. you should be at the pub

#i love them so dearly. the idea of rolan having a soft spot for kids bc it reminds him of his siblings #only thing that could pry rolan away from protecting them in the shadowlands would be seeing children at risk i think #and even that is a reminder of their childhood . anyone else have two younger siblings and weeping over him/this tiny side story or just me #rolan #lia #cal #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #my art #also i dont actually know how old rolan is . 26 is a guess because they all seem to be 20-ish with cal being early 20s

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Toddler Janus: *happy cooing as he plays with Remus's hands*

Kid Virgil: Aren't you bored? You've had him in your lap for 2 hours.

Kid Remus: I can't move! I have a baby on my lap!

Kid Logan: Never thought there would ever be a time when you were not bouncing off the walls... who would have guessed he would be the one to calm you.

Kid Remus *nuzzles his face into Janus's fluffy hair*: He's cozy~

#Sanders Sides #Janus #Remus #Virgil #Logan #incorrect quotes #shitpost #Kid Sides