#Sanders Grey

[goonlalagoon]

Like firewood burning bright || Leagues and Legends

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When the barrier comes down and they’re left to pick up the pieces, victorious and exhausted, Grey wants to sleep for a week.

Instead, he trails after Jack and Rue, pouring golden fire into the injured, soothing pain and burning out infection. If this was something he was trained to he would be able to be more efficient about it, but the only thing Grey’s trained himself to do with his magic is hide it, so he settles for being a battery. Laney twists hanks of gold in her fingers, weaves it into neat spellwork and hastily shared hedgewitch tricks, and Grey watches out of the corner of his eye, fingers aching. He runs a thumb over the place an ink splatter should be, except that in the midst of a siege he hasn’t been burying himself in gleeful scholarship.

He grumbles, automatic and thoughtless, about how he may as well help out. Not like there’s anything better to do, he mutters as sweat trickles beneath his collar, heart racing like a rabbit’s as the Elsewhere twists at his bones, a storm of fire the drop of a hand away. If I don’t help you with this now, you’ll just wake me up on your way to bed at some awful time of the morning…excuses, excuses, excuses. Grey had never wanted anyone to look to him for help with anything other than, perhaps, obscure academic debate. The location of a book in the reference section of the library, maybe; grudgingly aware that working in the Archives would likely involve a certain amount of customer service.

But Sez turns to him with the faintest quirk of an eyebrow, in the wake of a report about broken wards and unsafe conditions. She wouldn’t say anything to name him: Sez, with her rotating cast of informants and helpers understood anonymity.

Sez turns to him, flicks an eyebrow up just enough for him to know there was a question, a request, if he wanted to answer it - Sez had asked him across the room if he could help, and he found himself reaching for ink and paper, the splatter of diagrams and suggestions for improvement. Something lights up warm in his chest when he sinks power into the first carefully written ward, hidden spell-fire wrapping around a bakery’s beams to prevent any fires from getting out of control. He’d been told all the years of his childhood that mages were selfish, had to be forced to share their wonderful power, had thought on guilty, sleepless nights of the unspoken power pooling at the tips of his brittle fingers - and all it took, in the end, was someone saying please.

Some days, it’s all too much - too many people, too many expectations, too many things twisting him in different directions. Some days he buries himself in books.

This is nothing new; Grey loves reading for many reasons, will lose himself in books and treatsies and journals for the love of studying, for all the fascinating doors it opens even if just in his own head, but sometimes he reads like it’s running away - pages flicking under frantic fingers, each another shield, another fragile skin between Grey and the world.

On bad days, curled in a chair by a mountain view, focusing on every word and tearing through pages as though it was a race, Grey had been able to feel it looming behind him - a father’s pride, a sister’s fear, the knowledge that one slip was all it would take for the world to burn to dust around him.

He feels it less, now, but it echoes through him still. He flicks globs of gold at the nearest wall for light without thinking and freezes, panic turning his brain to static, before rembembering that it’s okay. He’s allowed to be a mage, to call on the Elsewhere, to use every tool at his fingertips to defend himself. He traces blueprints and scribbles down numbers for Laney and George to pour over, and for a moment expects it to be his father leaning on the other side of the workbench. He sees a woman with dark hair out the corner of his eye and turns, frantic, a name caught in his throat - and she turns to speak to someone behind her, and he’s not sure if he’s hurt or relieved that the shape of her face is all wrong.

He doesn’t know where Sandry is, and he won’t unless she wants to tell him. It hurts, to know that she could just leave. It hurts, that he doesn’t quite know if he would have wanted her to stay. He misses his sister, her cool hands and tentative smile, but to everyone other than Rupert she was a monster, and he can’t quite blame them.

(Rupert wouldn’t find this a helpful statement: Sez told him once, pointed, to call her monster not non-human, because she’d rather be known as what she is than what she’s not. Rupert didn’t think it mattered, because what was important was that she was a person. Cassandra Graves had done terrible things, but he wasn’t her judge or jury, and they hadn’t been standing in a court of law. She had been a lab-rat prisoner too, and it hadn’t been because of any of the crimes laid at her feet)

On bad days, the spectres leaning over his shoulder sometimes have different voices, now. His father is gone and Sandry’s fear is unfounded, these days, but there are still so many ways he can see everything precious to him shattering in his hands.

But Jack will gently nudge his shoulder and chivvy him into putting the book aside to eat something, will slide a bookmark between pages and tuck a blanket over his sleeping shoulders. Laney drops new books on his desk and picks his brain on diagrams and plans, suggests gleeful experiments they should find the time for. Rupert sits in peaceful silence with him, the click of knitting needles and the rustle of pages the only sound for hours.

There’s a voice in the back of his head telling him to hide, but it gets easier every day to quiet it, to say from what? and listen to the echoing lack of an answer.

He helps Sez when she asks, is given the responsibility of setting up a library for anyone to use - "I didn't mean I should run it!" he tells Sez plaintively, and Sally laughs at him over her shoulder - and wanders home through streets he first learned under siege, familiar now in a patchwork of memories. There, the building Jack insisted on helping to paint until Rue dragged him away; here, the one Grey helped yank the fallen rubble of out of the way so they could rebuild the walls without waiting for enough people to shift it all by hand. He spends his evenings curled up in the corner of their flat with a book, comfortable and content, and calls gentle fire to his unshaking fingertips to read by when it gets dark.

#my writing #L&L fic #Leagues and Legends #Jack is a Beanstalk #I was rereading my Rupert post RtD piece and decided I wanted one for Grey as well #so here it goes #Sanders Grey

[echoesofagiantkiller]

“Yeah,” said Grey. “You see, I don’t care what other people say, Mr. Thorne, or what they think I owe. I know who I am and I’m not going to pretend to be something else because people expect it of me.” “And what is it you think you are, Mr. Grey?” “A librarian-in-training,” said Grey. “Excuse me.” 

 Echoes of a Giantkiller, E Jade Lomax 

#echoes of a giantkiller #beanstalk #sanders grey #leagues and legends

[virgeandhis-pocket-protector]

Roman's reactions to Janus's compliments. Selflessness v. Selfishness Redux | Sanders Sides Season 2

#sanders sides #fander stuff #grey's zone #thomas sanders #roman sanders #gifset #gifs #ts roman #sasi #i know this is a logan/virgil/janus blog. but just. just admire with me ok #acting at its finest i'm actually getting goosebumps from these is that ok to say here

[princeanxious]

I read @bamsara ‘s fic ‘Solar Lunacy’ and it single handedly catapulted me back into my fnaf brainrot and right into the sun&moon simp club, i’m weak for y/n and moon’s snarky banter and sun’s bright yet coy personality. I could and will continue to scream about these boys for at least the next week. (And i have plans to draw some of my favorite scenes from that fic👉👈)

#fnaf sundrop #sundrop #fnaf moondrop #moondrop #luka draws #i do not actually know the tags for this fandom yet lol #i’ve been submerged in sanders sides only for abt 5 years straight i only know how to tag for that jhgjgfhgd #this y/n is vaugely reflective of me #i’m not good at drawing vauge monocolored character designs so i just used my own grey eyes to represent the whole ‘y/n’ thing lol #also i’ve been attempting to use procreate bc #medibang has been killing my ipad battery bc my years of art arent backed up at all #also i attempted to be semi accurate with the heights cuz. i am. 5’1. shut.

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Holy shit

Grey/white haired Virgil.. bc, yk, the anxiety and stress

Life he did have that then him & remus would be matching !!!!

- Vee 💜

Y E S!!! Let the Spooky Beloveds match!!!

#grey/white haired vee would be S O fucking beloved i N E E D it #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #asks #answers #Vee 💜 anon #not a countdown

[biscuitfacegrey]

GUYS CODE RED

#AAAAAAAAA NO MY BOY #grey shut up #sanders sides

[leconcombrerit]

I chose another old sketch to give a remake to and went full yolo with the perspective (you know sometimes you just gotta feel something, like frustration and unparalleled seething rage).

I ideally wanted to finish it in one sitting to make sure I wouldn't give it up and start something new instead but apparently I still have to sleep and all, so I'm putting it here to try and make myself accountable. Not another WIP in the graveyard please brain.

#virgil is still half naked #remus is full naked safe for like #boots and a choker #and while it is indeed very in character #I do intend to give them clothes #I don't know about colors but like at least grey splashes #sanders sides #janus sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders

[fashion-runways]

JIL SANDER at Milan Fashion Week Fall 2022 if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways

#jil sander #fashion #runway #detail #milan fashion week #mfw #fall winter #fall winter 2022 #2022 #color: grey #footwear

[tssidesfics]

I owe you an update on SASAS. To Knowledge Cloaked in Factoid is hiding under writer's block right now on account of it sprouted new cool plot beats that were unplanned and require heavy editing. It affects very little of what's already been uploaded but does however mean a sequence I was incredibly proud of in the finale needs substantial editing. Given the type of scene is not one I've ever done edits on this scale on before, to say I was intimidated would be an understatement. Ergo, writer's block. I do however have a beta now. In some ironic twist of fate this beta is only a fan of my fanworks and knows absolutely nothing about the source material, but so far that's worked out okay. After all this monstrosity had gained sentience and no longer deigns to observe Canon law. Such is my fate, it's literary slave.

Sorry, Roman possessed me for a moment there.

Also I now have a romcom concept that pays homage to Fandom. Yes, indeed, I, Mr. Aromantic Disasters Only, am writing a romcom. Jewish Roman, Remus and Logan, Cuban-American Virgil with OCD and WIPs which double as the inciting incident for the piece. Mistaken identity enemies to lovers plot. I want it to be short it probably won't be. It is named after the title for the bonus content fic I'm planning to write after SASAS is written, because there's a lot of writing commentary that can go with it.

"It Was Supposed to be a One-Shot!: The Fic" vs. "It Was Supposed to be a One-Shot!: Bonus Features for SASAS."

Anyway there's your update, provided from the Cafe of a Barnes and Noble on my phone because life is being mean right now. (I still have a home and food and I'm fine, I'm just waiting around for errands to be run and am very bored.

#morality is grey #a story of a soul in all its stripes #sanders sides

[echoesofagiantkiller]

Grey wrapped up Jack’s arm, mixing insult with astronomical anecdotes all the while. When the white bandage was secure, if a little lopsided, Grey went back to his star charts, and continued flinging commentary and critique at Jack as he applied bruise balm to his ribs, face, and right shoulder. “You just don’t want to get a new roommate if I get myself killed, ” said Jack. “It would be a hassle, ” said Grey.

- Beanstalk, E Jade Lomax

#THEY'RE BUDDIES #i miss these two and their banter #beanstalk #leagues and legends #jack farris #sanders grey

[lil-toastie-boi]

Patton Sanders Stimboard!!!!!

x x x / x x x / x x x

#stim #stimmy #stimboard #stimboards #blue stim #light blue stim #cat stim #kitty stim #grey stim #gray stim #slime stim #fluffy stim #paw stim #glasses stim #fabric stim #paint stim #water stim #patton sanders #ts patton #my love <3 #not requested

[virgeandhis-pocket-protector]

“patton’s a cute baby angel!” “patton’s an innocent lil lamb” patton is the DAD CHARACTER. patton is SWEET and KIND because it makes the other sides HAPPY AND LOVED (what a dad is supposed to do ???). patton makes ass jokes and gave janus the middle finger but avoids swearing out loud because HE’S IN FRONT OF HIS KIDS. he’s gotta set the good example! Stop infantilizing this poor guy! He’s not naive. He makes dad jokes. He’s not overly trusting. It took him so many episodes to understand Janus - and guess what! He wasn’t wrong to trust and support Virgil either! Let this man be the father he wants to be. Sorry homies, he’s not an innocent little boy who’s the runt of the group if anyone's the runt it's janus. Patton’s the Dad Guy.

#patton sanders #sanders sides #lighthearted vent #pos #grey's zone

[galactic-puddle]

I got to finish a WIP from @8beez called Goddess of Spring and Hell for @tsspromptmonth I had a lot of fun drawing and coloring this!

(Thanks to my friend, Gloomy, who helped me with this more than he should have!)

No lava background and original art below

#I tried to figure out how to add ‘hell’ to the drawing and my mom suggested lava #also big thanks to my friend for suggesting the ash/grey skin and cracks fixed with gold #I struggled with the braid a bit but we got there in the end #now that I look at the sketch I think I got a few things wrong like the hand but uhhh it’s a bit late #i had to look up how to draw lava and used the worst tutorial i found #not on purpose #sanders sides #sanders sides art #janus sanders #ts janus #tsspromptmonth #do I have an art tag?? #puddle art #I’m so eepy I need a nap #sorry this is late and if anything is wrong

[incorrectgreysquotes]

*Derek, Addison, and Mark are playing twister*

Derek: I caught you red handed!

Addison: What?

Derek: It was right hand blue.

Addison: Oh.

Derek: I also know that you’re cheating on me with Mark. *spins spinner* Right hand yellow.

#source: thomas sanders #derek shepherd #addison montgomery #mark sloan #greys anatomy #incorrect greys anatomy quotes

[incorrectclassicbookquotes]

Agnes Grey trying to come up with stuff to do

Agnes Grey: Maybe we could hit the gym. Get ourselves looking nice.

Rosalie Murray: Eww! Exercising for thirty to, more realistically seven minutes, while touching unsanitary, public equipment. That's how we got the Black Plague!

#agnes grey #rosalie murray #incorrect quotes #source: sanders sides

[knittinganddrinkingtea]

Jil Sander Fall 2022

Model: Shuping Li

#Shuping Li #Jil Sander #fashion #mode #moda #model #models #women's fashion #womenswear #runway #catwalk #style #grey #gray #fall 2022 #my upload