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A Suit and a Gown, Both Armor

You’ve written a nonbinary Virgil before so I wanted to ask, could you possibly write something with a nonbinary Roman in it? – monkeythefander

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Warnings: gender dysphoria

Pairings: none

Word Count: 3111

“What weighs on your soul, old friend,” comes the voice from the edge of the balustrade, “you look as though you would hoist this castle upon your shoulders and it would cause you no more strife?”

Roman lets out a long, slow breath, turning to face the steward as he approaches. The collar of the prince costume starts to itch. “Is it that obvious?”

The steward allows a small chuckle. “My friend, I do hope you don’t mean to insult me.”

“Never.”

‘Then yes, my friend, it is terribly obvious.” He mirrors Roman’s position, looking out over the vast courtyard. “Would you care to share the load?”

Roman sighs again, fingers itching to undo the collar. They close their hand into a fist and tuck it beneath their elbow. “I’m to have a fitting with the tailor in an hour or so.”

“For the ball?”

“Yes.” They let their fingers twitch again. “I’m sure whatever suit she’s concocted will be the envy of the kingdom.”

“You sound as though you resent her for that.”

They sigh again. “Not insofar as I despise being able to showcase her talent; she is a master and should be revered as such, but…”

The steward moves a little closer. “But?”

“But I’m not sure I want it to be me that showcases it.”

“I never thought I’d see the day you didn’t want the spot light. Has something happened that makes you dread it?”

Roman stays quiet for a few long seconds. Across the courtyard below, two children chase a ball along the tiled pathways. Their shrieks of excitement echo up the walls long after they disappear back into the gardens. The steward wait patiently.

“Forgive me if my question is insensitive,” they begin, “but have you ever felt as though…as though you have been placed inside a doll of yourself?”

The steward blinks. “I cannot say I have felt that specifically. I have certainly felt constrained before, or that I was being forced into being something I did not want to be, but never…no, my friend, never a doll. Could you speak more on the topic?”

“I’m conflicted. I would not give up the crown or the chance to serve my people, nor do I detest the spotlight altogether, and yet something about this ball…” They open and close their fist, looking at the calluses on their hand. “I fear I am caught in a dance with strings around my limbs.”

“Show me to this cruel puppeteer, then, and have him answer to those that would see you untethered.”

“I don’t think it’s so simple, though I am flattered by your readiness to draw steel for me.”

The steward rests a hand on their shoulder. “What would the strings have you do?”

Roman rakes a hand through their hair. “I don’t know. That’s the problem. I can feel them around me are my every move and yet they do not tell me what they want.”

“Are there times where they feel stronger?”

“At the tailor’s.” The steward makes a soft ah sound. “Or in the court’s main halls. Even on the training grounds, when the sword master is training the newest squires. Or when I am alone in my chambers and must review the correspondence from neighboring kingdoms.”

“That’s quite a list.”

“Indeed.”

“Have you any thought to what they have in common?”

“Yes.” Roman looks down at their hand again. “I do.”

The steward narrows his eyes. “And yet they persist. Is there something else I should know about these…strings?”

Roman glances over. “I have no wish to keep you.”

“Nonsense, old friend, it is a pleasure to be kept by you.”

They glance around at the open courtyard. The steward follows their gaze and hums.

“Would you prefer to have the conversation somewhere more private?”

“Yes, I believe that would be best.”

“Come, then, if you would walk with me. There is a turret on the north side of the castle that has an excellent view of the river.”

The two of them walk through the castle halls, nodding to guards and courtiers alike as they do. The halls give way to open paths with high arches of stone, the breeze carrying in the soft sweet smell of morning ocean waves. As they reach the turret, another warm gust brings with it the wispy clouds from the riverside. The sun sparkles atop the water as it flows into the mouth of the river, wildflowers welcoming the ships as they make their way into port. Roman lets out another sigh as they reach the sunlit turret.

“You were correct,” they say quietly, “this was a wonderful suggestion.”

“Well, when one is pondering the existential, one should at least have a spectacular view.” The steward comes to stand next to them. “Besides, it is to rain this afternoon, I believe, so best enjoy the sun while it’s out.”

“Mm.”

They stand there for several long moments as the shadows play in the breeze.

“The title of prince,” they say, breaking the silence, “is a very masculine thing.”

“I should think so.”

“On the training grounds, when the squires are first being taught how to hold their swords, the sword master refers to them as boys becoming men. Or for the young ladies who wish to learn—he tells them to reach for their strength, as he should, but he doesn’t—there is still a masculinity he intends to preserve.”

”Does this affect his ability to train the women as equals to men?”

“No, not at all. Often we have one of the other knights with him and she is formidable enough on her own.” They rub their nose. “But when I am called upon to provide an example…”

The steward frowns. “Does the sword master imply a princess would not be capable of the same feats?”

”No.”

A bird lands on the stone wall and Roman tosses it a piece of meat. It squawks and takes off again.

“In the court, have you noticed that people rarely use my name?”

“Out of respect for your station, no doubt.”

“But then it’s all titles. His Royal Highness, His Majesty, His Grace. The Prince, My Lord. Half the time it feels as though it takes more time to get through the formalities than it does to express the grievance.”

“And at the tailor’s, I presume they speak about how lucky they are to have such a handsome man to clothe?”

“Your insight is as sharp as it’s ever been, my friend.”

The steward chuckles. He reaches out and rests and hand on Roman’s shoulder. “What is it about the doll of ‘Prince Roman’ that unnerves you so?”

“In truth, I do not know. It is not as though I resent being a prince, but the man beneath…”

Even saying the words makes their hands twitch and their stomach threaten to release its contents. The steward moves the steadying hand to their back.

“The person beneath,” the steward says firmly, “should not fall to the wayside under the pressures of the prince. You have scolded many a knight for neglecting to remember that they are a human, first and foremost. It is no accident that this includes yourself as well.”

Roman lets their shoulders drop, leaning back to let the sun catch their face. “Do as I say, not as I do.”

”Quite. Though I afraid I have to insist that you follow your own advice.”

“But what am I to do? I cannot simply say I no longer wish to be referred to as a man.”

“Why not?”

Roman scoffs. “What—well, why—what—what would I be called, for one?”

“You yourself have said you do not object to the moniker of ‘Prince.’ Even if you did, there is always ‘Monarch.’ His Grace can be Their Grace, Their Highness, if you preferred to go without any gender indicators at all.”

”You don’t think the realm would decry the loss of their handsome prince?”

“The splendor of your appearance does not finish whether you prefer to be called handsome or beautiful.”

Roman’s eyes widen and they turn to raise an eyebrow. “Spending time with the bards again, are we?”

“Funny you accuse me of spending time with them when all I have spoken is the truth.”

“Careful now, or else I’ll think you mean to throw your lot in with the other suitors.”

“And I would fight them as fiercely as any foe.”

The two of them laugh before he pats Roman’s back again. Roman shakes their head. “How are you being so calm about this?”

“About what?”

“This.” Roman gestures. “About your prince confessing that they cannot bear to be called a man as though it were some…some grave insult.”

The steward frowns. “I do not know what it is that I have done to make you believe that you could share anything with me in confidence that I would judge you for—“

“No, no, my friend, nothing of the sort.” Roman looks back out at the water. “I suppose my own insecurities have been voicing themselves since the ball’s inception.”

Another silence falls, punctuated by the distant shouts of sailors as they come into port. Birds cry as they land atop the cliffs, the waves crashing in the background. The collar still itches and they reach up to undo it, rubbing absentmindedly at the red mark left on their throat.

“These correspondences,” the steward says, “they wouldn’t happen to be from the Duke’s realm, would they?”

”No. Remus is…I dare say Remus knows more than I do about my…self.”

“You two have always shared a particular bond. I suppose it makes sense that whatever happens to one affects the other.”

“Mm.”

"Then these correspondences must’ve been from the friends you wish to bring to the ball, hm?” The steward chuckles at their surprised expression. “I do oversee the delivery of most mail in the castle, you know.”

“I did not think that would extend to you spying on me,” Roman says, playfully narrowing their eyes.

“Come now, you know I would never steal the job of the Spymaster. She would have my head quicker than I could speak the thought aloud. No, old friend, I only mean to say that it is no regret that your friends, beloved as they may be, have this tendency to evoke certain…how shall I put this? Fears of impermanence, shall I say, when it comes to what happens here versus what happens when you join them.”

“Sharper than your steel, you mind can be.”

"Forgive me, old friend, I don’t mean to needle you.”

“No, it is my fault for being so cold.��

“I poked knowingly at a sore spot with the intent to reveal a deeper hurt. You are forgiven implicitly for any reaction you would have to such an action. I only meant to say that it is not the first time such insecurities have reared their heads on the eve of their arrival. It makes sense that they would do so again.”

”And you believe I could find some way to quiet them?”

“Your people do not support you, revere you, or love you because you are a man. They do so because you care for them as much as you care for yourself, if not more. Because you work to serve them as they serve you and not once have you taken it for granted.”

“And you believe they would continue to do so if I…revealed something like this?”

”I don’t believe it, I know it.”

Roman turns to the steward, taking his hand from their back and holding it in theirs. "Your friendship is invaluable to me, I hope you know. I could not wish for a better companion.”

“Perhaps it is you who wishes for me to throw my lot in with the other suitors,” the steward teases, but squeezes their hand all the same. “It is a pleasure an an honor to be considered your friend, Roman. And just as much so to be trusted to offer you counsel for something like this.”

”If it is not too much to ask—“

"I dare say it won’t.”

“—would you accompany me to the tailor’s?”

“I was correct, it wasn’t. I would be thrilled to. Shall we go now?”

“I suppose. Though I do wish we could stay out here for a little longer.”

“Let us walk around the parapets, that will be more than enough, don’t you think?”

“Splendid.”

The sun slowly moves across the sky are they wind their way along the castle’s walls, talking about nothing much and anything at all. What the preparations for the harvest are this year, how the patrols have been finding the terrain where the storms were particularly heavy, what shipments they expect from neighboring kingdoms and how they purport to reinforce docks come the sea storms.

And, of course, last minute preparations for the ball.

Roman can’t help but slow their pace slightly when they approach the tailor’s. The steward notices, because of course he does, and moves swiftly on ahead as though this were planned.

“Good afternoon,” he says, “Their Grace has arrived for their fitting.”

Oh, you wonderful man.

The tailor looks up from her work as they come in, smiling and motioning to the raised podium. “Well, Your Grace, let’s not waste any time. I have several ideas that I think you’re going to adore and we’ll need most of our time to decide which one we should do.”

Roman glances at the steward who gives a little shrug as if to say can’t be helped, and they go to stand where directed. One of her assistants adjusts the mirror so all three panels are properly placed as the tailor turns around.

“Now,” she says, hands on her hips, “I presume your dear friend is not here simply to be a wall ornament. I did notice the shift in your introduction, this was not careless?”

“No, it was not.”

“Then you have given me a great gift today, My Liege, for I have a proposition I was certain you were going to say no for, but now I have back-up.”

Roman watches, a little wide-eyed, as she hurries to the back of the workshop, pulling aside a curtain and retrieving a set of gleaming gold…wings? No, they curve the wrong way to be wings. They almost look to be two halves of a corset, except there is no place to lace them together. She returns, bidding them to lift their arms, and places them on either side of their rib cage. IN the mirror, it looks almost as a golden carapace frames their torso.

“We could do a more structured bodice up top,” she says, beckoning her assistant over to hold the pieces in place as she gestures, “have it cup your chest almost as though it were a chrysalis unfolding. The skirt—I would propose a skirt—could be quite long and flowing, or more structured but I have this gorgeous red fabric that would look truly lovely with your skin. We could do more hardware closer to the collar, of course, and this is the part where I’d need to…”

She trails off when she notices the tears streaming down Roman’s face.

“Oh, dear,” she murmurs, quickly retaking the pieces back, “go on and wait outside, would you dear? Or, better yet, go and talk to the merchant downstairs, yes, that’s a good girl…”

The assistant quickly takes her leave as the steward comes over to turn them away from the mirror, his hands on their shoulders. The tailor quickly sets the pieces down on a nearby table.

”Hey,” The steward calls gently, “what ails you, my friend, what troubles you so? You are surrounded by friends, no harm will come to you here.”

“Here,” the tailor says, pressing a handkerchief into their hand, “for your tears.”

Roman dabs at their cheeks, holding the material over their face. The steward lets out another soft noise and brings them into a gentle hug, rubbing their back soothingly. They bury their head in his shoulder and just breathe there for long moments. The tailor bolts the door and leans against it.

“My friend,” the steward murmurs as Roman’s sobs slow, “what happened? Are you alright?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m alright.” They pass the handkerchief under their nose. “Believe it or not, I am…I’m happy.”

“Happy?”

“Yes, happy.” They smile through the lest of their sniffles and open their arm to the tailor, who comes instantly. “You spared not a moment wondering if I had lost my wits when I was introduced, and only thought of—of—“

“Careful, now, don’t you work yourself up again.” She pats his shoulder. “Of course I gave not a wink to it, what should it matter to me? You are my liege, and you would be whether you wished to be called a man, a woman, whatever it might be.”

"You will set me off again,” they accuse, mostly in jest, “what did I do to deserve to be surrounded by such wonderful people?”

“Blame yourself. The kingdom you have fostered has no place for those who would scorn anyone for such frivolous things. We reserve our disdain for much worthier causes.”

Roman sobs out a laugh—or laughs out a sob? The tailor pats his arm sympathetically and the steward offers him a reassuring squeeze.

“No more tears, now,” the tailor mock-scolds, “I have reds to match you to and I’ll not have your nose throwing me off.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t.”

“And I’ll have you know I intend to bring enough pins to keep you in the whole damn thing even if every stitch decides to rupture on the night.”

“Whether or not they find their homes in fabric or in the sides of those who would scorn you remains to be seen, I’m sure,” the steward remarks casually, only to yelp as one such pin jabs at him. “Hey! What have I done to you?”

“Speculation and accusation, how dare you?”

“Ones you have not denied.”

She jabs him once more for luck and returns to the podium, smoothing her hands over the edges of Roman’s collar. “This was giving you a bit of trouble, wasn’t it?”

“Just recently.”

“Yes, i see some of the inner band has worn away. No matter, it’s a simple enough fix. Now, shall we begin with the fabric?”

Roman smiles. “Nothing would please me more.”

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monkeythefander · 6 days

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The countdown to Analogince Week 2024 continues. There are 16 days until the event begins :)

I hope you all are looking forward to it.

-Monkey💜💙❤️ (4/13/24)

#analoginceweek2024 #analogince #virgil x logan x roman #sanders sides #reblogging from my main account

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monkeythefander · 7 days

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Click below the cut for a Roman angst drawing based on the song “Afraid” by The Neighborhood. Besides being inspired by the song itself, I took some inspiration from the Gacha life/club trend for this song.

Content warnings: Roman angst, fear of being replaced (by Remus and Janus)

Roman often has nightmares about Remus and Janus replacing him now that they have more of an influence over Thomas. The princely side worries fears that Remus could completely take over the role of creativity, and Janus could become Thomas’ hero.

This drawing is based on the song “Afraid” by the Neighborhood, so some of the song lyrics are in the drawing. This is also somewhat inspired by the Gacha Life/Club trend for this song.

@thatsthat24

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanart #roman sanders #roman sanders angst #roman sanders fanart #roman sanders angst fanart #remus sanders #remus sanders fanart #janus sanders #janus sanders fanart #digital art #fanart

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monkeythefander · 11 days

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Dukeceit Headcannons 💚💛

I wanted to participate in Dukeceit Week 2024 somehow, so since I don’t have time to draw anything I thought I’d write some headcannons based off of the 7 prompts for the ship week.

@dukeceit-week-2024 @imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper

The prompts were the following:

April 6th- Sunflowers/Ocean

April 7th- Road trip/Roadkill

April 8th- Cats/Rats

April 9th- Teeth/Hair

April 10th- Cowboys/bootleggers

April 11th- Bodyswap/Sharing clothes

April 12th- Coffee shop/Dive bar

April 13th- Antiquing/Free day

Content warnings: mention of roadkill (dead animals), mention of having funerals for said roadkill, mention of hair clips that look like teeth, brief mention of battles, mention of a dive bar and drinking alcohol. Let me know if I missed anything else.

Click below the cut the read the headcannons.

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- For their first date, Remus and Janus decided to go out for dinner by the beach in the imagination. Remus wanted to give Janus some flowers, so he picked a bouquet a sunflowers. Of course, Remus ended up picking sunflowers were dead because they were from his side of the imagination. The creative side was a bit worried that his date wouldn’t like the flowers since they were dead, but Janus smiled when Remus gave him the flowers and said the bouquet was lovely. The couple then had their dinner, and afterwards walked on the beach. Remus convinced Janus to take off his shoes and stand in the shallow part of the ocean with him. Remus playfully kicked some water at Janus and the two end up chasing each other around and splashing each other. Overall, it was a good first date.

- Remus and Janus like to take road trips through Roman’s side of the imagination once a month. The two drive around in a car and occasionally stop to cause chaos. On their trips they’ll sometimes stumble across some roadkill. In these situations, Remus will have Janus pause their journey for a moment in order to have funerals for the roadkill.

- For Halloween, Janus and Remus always wear matching/couple’s costumes. Their first Halloween together, they dressed as a rat and a cat. Remus was the rat because like rats, he likes to dig through garbage. Janus was the cat because like a cat, he sometimes makes a purring noise when Remus cuddles him, because Remus feels very warm and the cold-blooded deceitful side finds the body heat very calming. Janus was embarrassed when he purred for the first time, but Remus just smiled and said he found the sound adorable.

- Remus’s hair would often get in his face since it’s somewhat long. He found having hair blocking his eyes to be annoying, but couldn’t find any clips or hair styles he liked to fix it. Janus noticed Remus’s hair style struggles, so he asked Roman to help him design hair clips for Remus. Once the design was planned out and made, the deceitful side gave Remus hair clips that looked like teeth. Remus loved the clips and would wear them often.

- For the second Halloween Janus and Remus celebrated together, they dressed up as Woody and Bo Peep from Toy Story. Remus wanted to reuse the cowboy costume and Janus already has a shepard’s crook, so the costume choice was easy.

- Remus likes to borrow Janus’ hat and capelet. The dark creativity says it makes him feel more powerful and like a fairytale villain when he battles with Roman.

- Remus made a dive bar in his side of the imagination for him and Janus to go to. The two frequently go there to drink and slowdance. Janus uses these outings as an excuse to wear the fancy dresses he owns.

- There is an antique shop in the Light Side of the imagination. Janus likes to go over there occasionally to look for decorations for his room. He’s found a few nice paintings of snakes when shopping there. After they started dating and it got closer to Remus’ birthday, Janus wanted to find an antique item to give as a birthday present. The deceitful side did a lot of searching and eventually found an old, wind-up rat toy. It would be the perfect gift for Remus. So, Janus got the wind-up rat and gave it to Remus on the creative side’s birthday. Remus loved it and proceeded to send the rat toy running around the light side of the mindscape. The creative side hoped the rat toy would scare the light sides. Janus just watched his boyfriend’s antics with a smile on his face.

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End notes: Thanks for reading! As always, if you like any of these headcannons and want to make a fanfic or fanart based on them you can. You just need to ask me first, and then tag and credit me in the post so I can see it.

-Monkey💜

AO3 Link to these headcannons: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55072036

#sanders sides #sanders sides headcannons #remus sanders #janus sanders #roman sanders #roman is only briefly mentioned #dukeceit #remus x janus #remus sanders x janus sanders #dukeceit week 2024

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monkeythefander · 11 days

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Here’s a drawing of Patton in his cat onesie I made as requested by @/groovys.fun.art on Instagram for an art trade. When drawing the cat onesie I just looked up images of Patton in the onesie for reference on Google.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanart #patton sanders #patton sanders fanart #art trade #art trade from Instagram #fanart #digital art

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monkeythefander · 14 days

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Click below the cut to see some Roman angst fan art based @yourdragonwitchroyalty ‘s Teenage Heartthrob: The World Is Out To Get Me fanfic. The drawing is based on a song from the official playlist made for the fic, which I shall link along with the fic below for anyone interested.

Here is a Roman angst drawing based on @yourdragonwitchroyalty ‘s “Teenage Heartthrob: The World Is Out To Get Me” fanfic. The drawing is based on the song “Prom Dress” by mxmtoon, which can be found on the official playlist for the fanfic on Spotify. I changed the word “queen” to “king” in the lyrics to fit Roman better. Roman’s outfit and the pose are based on the second photo below, which was a reference sent to me by yourdragonwitchroyalty. The other reference I used when making this drawing was the drawing yourdragonwitchroyalty made for his last dtiys on Instagram. If you haven’t seen their art for the fic or read the fic yet, I definitely recommend checking it out. The story is very good so far.

And here are links to the Spotify playlist and the fanfic for anyone interested in a good fanfic:

Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5Y4ynQxroD02xlqpFQHla1?si=k1m7360yTxWHSiPaDTIJzw&pi=u-Rw7tI2ZdTuO8

Fanfic link on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47931346/chapters/120848053

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monkeythefander · 14 days

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Patton with cat ears hopes you’re having a pawsome day. @thatsthat24

When drawing the cat ears I looked at a drawing by sapph_draws_stuff on Instagram for reference, since their Virgil with cat ears drawing inspired me to draw a side with cat ears.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanart #patton sanders #patton sanders fanart #digital art #fanart

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monkeythefander · 21 days

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After listening to the song “Stupid in Love” by MAX ft. HUH YUNJIN and seeing a reel/animation for the song on Instagram by the account gelatingelato I felt inspired to make an Intruality drawing based on the song.

This is a human au. After dating for a year Remus suggested he and Patton get matching tattoos. They both thought about getting tattoos individually in the past, but could never settle on designs. So together they finally create a design that they can both get; it’s a cat/octopus creature (a combination of their favorite animals). Also, the bracelets on their arms are friendship bracelets from their childhood. They met in kindergarten and quickly became best friends, but Patton had to move with his parents in 6th grade so he and Remus didn’t see each other again for years. But they eventually ran into each other again when Patton moved back to town on his own as an adult.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanart #remus sanders #remus sanders fanart #patton sanders #patton sanders fanart #intruality #remus sanders x patton sanders #digital art #fanart #sanders sides human au

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monkeythefander · 22 days

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Since March is almost over I thought I’d just say that there are 32 days until Analogince Week 2024. I hope you all are looking forward to the event :)

-Monkey💜💙❤️ (3/28/24)

#sanders sides #analogince #analoginceweek2024 #virgil x logan x roman #reblogging from my main account #I hope you all are excited for the event :)

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monkeythefander · 28 days

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I’m finally returning to a Sanders Sides au/drawing series I started back in 2021. I play the video game Just Dance a lot, so here’s a drawing of Logan as The Magician, the dance coach for Just Dance 2024’s Paper Version of “Cure For Me” by AURORA. @thatsthat24

Click below the cut to see the drawing.

Content warning: A face with no eyes or nose (because Logan is supposed to be a paper doll)

When making the drawing, the references I used were a screenshot from the “Cure For Me- Paper Version” video from the official Just Dance YouTube channel (the image on the left), and a photo from the Just Dance Wiki page for this version of the dance (the image on the right).

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanart #logan sanders #logan sanders fanart #digital art #fanart #sanders sides just dance au #justdancetssau

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monkeythefander · 1 month

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A Witch and a Baby

Chapter 5: A Vampire in the Library

Summary: It’s been two months since Logan became a parent, and with the help of his new friends raising Janus has become a bit easier. The witch has also had plenty of fun hanging out with his friends. All of these events seem to have caused Logan to forget something though. That something is an overdue library book. That book might just lead to another friend.

Content Warnings: Brief mention of singing lullabies (which are calming due partly to magic), nothing else that I’m aware of, but please let me know if I missed anything.

Relationships: All platonic

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It’s been two months now since Janus first arrived at Logan’s cottage. The witch feels a bit more confident in his parenting skills. This confidence is probably due to all the help he receives from his new friends. Patton helps babysit Janus during days when Logan needs a break, and Roman and Remus sing lullabies for Janus whenever Logan struggles with getting the baby to fall asleep.

Logan has also had a lot of fun spending time with his new friends. He can talk to Patton about mystery novels and gardening. With Roman, Logan can talk about Greek Mythology and poetry. Then with Remus, Logan can discuss magic and whatever other random things that the merman had questions about.

Logan even introduced Patton to the twins, and while Patton seemed a bit nervous around Remus at first, the two soon grew comfortable around each other and discussed different kinds of plants. With Roman, Patton got comfortable talking to him very quickly. The two discussed fashion and romance novels. Logan was happy to see his new friends bond and after the introduction, the friend group started to meet up at a cafe regularly. Janus seemed to enjoy seeing them all get along too, as the baby had started to smile a lot whenever the friend group hung out.

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One night in the cottage, when he was talking with Roman in the study after putting Janus to sleep, Logan glanced down at a piece of paper he had on his desk and remembered something he’d forgotten to do. The witch quickly grabbed the paper and began looking through the books on his bookshelf.

“What are you looking for, specs?” Roman asked, surprised by how quickly Logan stopped participating in their conversation to search through the bookshelf.

“I just remembered a library book I was supposed to return a week ago. I usually never forget to return my books. I hope I don’t have to pay too much for being late returning it.” Logan says as he keeps looking through the books, eventually finding the one he borrowed and pulled it off the shelf.

Logan then turns around to face Roman and asks, “Could you possibly stay here with Janus so I can go return the book now? It’s only eight o’clock, so I have an hour before the library closes for the night.”

“Sure, Logan. I can keep an eye on your little prince for you. I hope the returning process goes well.” The merman replies with a smile and motions for Logan to go. The witch nods his head in thanks and leaves the study with the book in his hand. Logan quickly grabs a bag and his wallet before heading out the door.

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Once he arrives at the library, Logan quickly enters the building and heads towards the front desk. Standing behind the counter is a tall man, dressed in ripped black jeans, a purple t-shirt, and a black hoodie with patches on it. The man is looking at something on his phone but glances up once he hears Logan’s footsteps approaching.

“Hello, what can I help you with this evening?” The man says in a customer service voice.

“Salutations. I just came here to return a book. I’m a few days late returning this though.” Logan replies and hands over the book to the library worker. The man takes the book and scans it before logging into the library’s system on the computer that’s on the counter.

“Okay, so you’re Logan Sharp then?” The man asks as he looks at the computer screen.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Okay, your book is late by a week so you have to pay five dollars.” The man says as he glances up from the computer to look at Logan.

Logan nods and pulls out his wallet from his bag. He takes out a five dollar bill from the wallet and hands it over to the man. The man takes it and goes to put it in the cash register.

“I can’t help but be curious, how come I haven’t seen you working here until today? I’ve been a frequent visitor of this library.” Logan asks as the man closes the cash register and hands Logan a receipt.

“Oh, well my shift is from the afternoon to closing time, so if you don’t come to the library later in the day then you probably wouldn’t ever see me.” The man replies as he goes back on the computer, probably to mark down the book as returned and paid for.

“That makes sense then. I typically come here early in the day. Are you always the only worker left in the front here?” Logan gestures around him at the empty front section of the library besides the two of them.

“Yeah, it’s usually just me by the desk at this time. There are a few other workers around though to reorganize the shelves though. I don’t mind the quiet though.” The man says with a small smile on his face. The smile reveals that the man has small fangs.

“That’s good. I like how quiet it can be here in the library too. The late shift must also be nice when you’re a vampire.” Logan remarks. Vampires are known to be mostly nocturnal. They have more energy at night, so the morning and early afternoon is when they usually sleep. The man seems surprised by Logan’s last statement.

“How did you know I’m a vampire?” The man questions.

“I saw your fangs when you smiled before. So…is the late shift good for vampires?” The witch asks.

“Yeah, it is. I can get some sleep in the morning before coming into work. My shift’s ending time is also nice since I get time to myself back at home while I’m still energized.” The man says with a slight smile again.

Suddenly, another library worker comes toward the front desk and starts speaking to the man.

“Well I’m leaving for the night. See you tomorrow, Virgil.” The library worker says before walking away.

“See you tomorrow, Lucy.” The man, Virgil, replies back as he watches Lucy leave. Then Virgil seems to glance at the time on the computer and sees the library closes in 10 minutes.

“Well, looks like I have to start closing up the library. It was nice meeting you, Logan.” Virgil holds out a hand for Logan to shake.

Logan nods and shakes Virgil’s hand.

“Same goes for you. Maybe we can continue our conversation another time, during or outside of your work hours.” The witch suggests, wanting to continue getting to know Virgil. The man seems interesting.

“Maybe. I’d be okay with that.” The vampire replies.

“Okay then, I’ll see you around then. Goodnight, Virgil.” Logan says before turning around and leaving the library.

Logan smiles to himself, thinking about how he has an interesting story to tell Roman when he gets home now.

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Endnotes: Thanks for reading chapter 5 of “A Witch and a Baby.” Please consider leaving a like, comment, and/or reblog if you enjoyed it. There will be one more chapter after this to wrap everything up, and then this fic will be completed. However, I’d be open to writing a oneshot or two that continue this au’s story (probably focusing on Janus growing up more) once this fic is done if anyone would be interested. So let me know if you’d be interested in that.

-Monkey 💜

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