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sidespromptblog · 5 years

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Again: Part 1

Summary: Logan has come to a realization, it by every definition wasn’t an easy one to come to, but in his eyes, he needed to understand it. So he has, and it has led him to a darkness that he is all too willing to embrace. Warning: Logan angst, self-deprecating thoughts, Logan’s having some no good feelings.

Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

It hurt him to watch them, to see and just hear their laughter from the next room over. As much as he could and would lie to himself, sometimes it hurt even more not o be included in whatever they were clearly so happy to be celebrating. Just the sound of Roman’s warm boisterous laughter that brought about the sensation of a part, as it created a deep chasm of regret within Logan, the kind of sensation that never really went away. The smell of Patton’s cookies that had just come out of the oven and were cooling on the counter, treats for an occasion that he wasn’t invited to.

And then there was Virgil.

Honestly, the one who Logan had thought would understand him and his feelings the most. His quiet but obvious presence was one that had often time soothed him, it got exhausting being the only introvert of the group, constantly surrounded by people who could constantly talk and word conversations better. No matter how he watched, and no matter how he ached to be with them, no matter what. It never changed.

Just looking at them, seeing how complete and happy they seemed without him made that sharp regret tinged with bitterness turn to guilt.

The dark hole in his chest grew and grew the longer that he watched them.

They’re so happy, without you there to be a killjoy. Deep in the darkness of midnight, he couldn’t help the harsh burning truth that he had kept hidden from himself. The hateful, spite-filled words bubbled up, as his own self-loathing grew and grew with each passing second. You just made them unhappy, with your facts and your logic. They can do that without you, what use are you? Anyone of them knows how to pick up a textbook and read, hell Thomas listens more to then than he ever did with you. They can teach him, and what was it that Virgil said again? Thomas’ least favorite.

He was right, even someone like Patton had known it to be true.

Try as the moral side may to be nice and happy, Logan couldn’t argue with facts. He was necessary and he most certainly wasn’t wanted. That much had become clear over time, he was...fodder, to be tossed to the side so that the more important sides could take care of things. For a while he had thought that he fit that mold as well, but...now he wasn’t so certain about that.

“Where do I fit in?” Buried under his covers and with his chin tucked against his chest, the question came with a load of burdens. “Do I fit? Is my piece even necessary with the other?” The more questions that came, the more that was left unanswered.

And...the more tears that burned the back of Logan’s eyes.

With every question that was left unanswered, it was practically a confirmation in his eyes. No, he wasn’t wanted, no, he wasn’t necessary, and no...he didn’t fit with them anymore. Facts and statistics said it all, despite the chasm in Logan’s chest etching itself deeper and deeper, begging him for it not to be true.

Warmth burned the corners of Logan’s eyes as he tugged his blanket up around his chin. “If I don’t fit here…” He pondered for a moment, his voice straining on every word that left his mouth. “Then where?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? Where to go when the only place you’ve ever know has proven to be an ill-fit, or...should he go at all? Should he stay and suffer in silence, risk yet another outburst that would take him even further from the others? A stiff shake of his head jerked Logan out of the quiet lull of his room, the noisemaker in the corner right next to his closet had been working to drown out the sound of the laughter from downstairs.

No..

Shaking his head against the soft feathery pillow that he had laid motionless against for several hours, Logan swiftly sat up tossing the blankets that had settled over him like an early morning fog and even as his feet thudded heavily against the floor the noise from downstairs did not fade. Something which only made him even more firm in his decision, this would be for the best. So slipping on his starry slippers on and gathering up his matching bathrobe Logan moved swiftly but silently. As determined as he was about this, he couldn’t let the others know just what was going on inside of his head. They’d try to change his mind, out of pity more than any kind of true friendship or remorse.

Besides, it wasn’t like this was their problem. It was him, and he knew just the way to fix it, this was the next logical step for him to take. They wouldn’t understand, at least not yet.

But he did, he had always understood, even if he hadn’t wanted to see it.

The steps downward were cold, once he had found the door it had been all too easy to begin his descent, he’d often times heard Virgil talking about to Patton with a hushed voice, as if it wasn’t allowed to be talked about too loudly. As if merely mentioning the place from which the dark sides hailed would instantly summon them, then again, Virgil wasn’t exactly wrong either. The further and further he went down into the darkness, the colder and colder it got. Until the point at which he could see his breath hanging there as a frozen mist before him, it was at that point he could see the hallway stretched out before him with a countless number of rooms before him as well.

One had angry spatters of paint varying in color splattered all over it, while another was completely blank with not a single word or color smudging the pristine white door. There were others, so many others. They completely outnumbered Patton and the others, and despite how uncomfortable that should have made him feel, and despite how he should have turned around and left. Gone straight to the others to tell them, Logan couldn’t help the pure sigh of relief that swept through him as he took a step forward making his way to the room that was filled to the brim with books of so many kinds.

His hands flew to the shelves, plucking book after book off after only managing to skim over the title. The title hardly mattered after all, it was the contents inside the books that mattered.

It was that, which would help him.

More and more, it was all too easy to ignore the aching in his chest now that he had something to focus on, he could ignore the dried tears tracks that littered his cheeks now that the smell of paper and ink filled his senses. He felt at peace here, even if this was really the last place he should be feeling anything like that.

“Well well, looks as if somebody isn’t having a crisis.” The soft purr of words sent a shiver raking down Logan’s spine, as he rigidly stood there for a moment, gripping the bundle of books in his arms. “What couldn’t have Logic of all people in such distress?” It was only upon feeling that soft quilted feeling of the other’s glove brushing against the nape of his neck, did Logan spin around attempting to face the slimy snake face to face before he met his untimely end there.

Or in the very least he sure did attempt to spin around. Before one foot caught on the ones standing just behind him, and in a spectacular lack of balance, sent him pitching for the bookshelf and then the ground. Not only was it going to hurt, but it was going hurt a fuck ton, on top of the fact that he was going to bleed and then be made a fool of right in front of Deceit. Fantastic, completely and utterly fantastic. Logan honestly couldn’t think of a single way that his night could be going any better right now.

What a joke.

The front of his shirt seized, just mere seconds before the logical side could even register the sensation of warmth wrapping around his middle. Hold him mid-fall, before the back of his skull could even make contact with the solid looking self behind him. A stricken moment of silence passed between the both of them. As Deceit, with his heterochromic eyes stared in all their wide-eyed glory down at the logical side who he’d just barely managed to save from getting a concussion. Then Logan, who was looking right back at him, the books falling numbly from his hands and onto the floor.

His hands are surprisingly warm for someone that I would have figured to be cold-blooded.

Out of everything that could have happened at that moment, and out of any single thought that could have come from his mind, this was one of the ones that Logan didn’t mind too much. Especially as Deceit’s mouth opened and closed robotically, before his eyes darted down to the books that had fallen from Logan’s grasp. It was seriously the first time that Logan had ever seen the dishonest side this flustered, if this could even be considered flustered. It took only a moment for Logan to regain his footing, and it took even less for Deceit to release his grasp on Logan, letting him stand on his own two legs. And even so, there was a long moment where the dishonest side absolutely refused to look Logan in the eyes.

It was adorable, or it would have been had Logan been in the mood to feel anything even remotely positive at the moment.

“So,” Straightening his cape that sly conniving smirk was back on the dark side’s face as he scuffed his nails against caplet, somehow ignoring the fact that he was most certainly wearing gloves. “What aren’t you doing down here? Everyone doesn’t know that light sides don’t come down here at all, let alone to read, as it happens to be with you.”Casting a mistrusting eye to the fallen books, there was another beat of silence between them as Logan fidgeted beneath Deceit almost forcibly cold stare as he stooped down to the hastily scoop up the pile of books.

The words, the answers really lodged themselves into Logan’s throat as he avoided Deceit’s stare for a moment longer. It wouldn’t take too long before the dishonest side’s patience would wane, and he really didn’t want to find out what would come from that.

“I…” The books slid neatly back into place, going back exactly from where he had plucked them from the shelves. He’d have to come back another time to get them, and to learn what they had to teach him. “It’s fairly obvious that this is where most of Thomas’ and our forbidden knowledge lies.” He began, scuffing his shoe against the polished wooden floor. “Knowledge that cannot be found among the light sides, a knowledge that under no circumstances must be sought out, and knowledge that..that-”

Logan cut himself off as he raked his hand over his face, combing his fingers through his hair he met the curious almost troubled gaze of Deceit. The dishonest side wasn’t certain to what he saw in the logical side’s gaze, but whatever it was, it made him very anxious. To the point where his fingers itched, where he wanted to seize Logan and drag him far far away from this cauldron of knowledge. Whatever the feeling was, it was nothing in compared to what came next.

Logan’s gaze was dark, like that of a stormy night that carried an ominous wind with it. “I wanted to find a way to leave everything behind,” He explained, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It wasn’t a smile that Deceit trusted, “I am the cause in much of the others’ problems, my role of Logic is no longer needed and so..so I leave. Then..then…” The smile spread wider, and even so, the slightest glint of tears, made Deceit’s chest angrily throb in pain. “Then all will be well.”

#logan sanders #logan angst #logan sanders angst #ts deceit #sympathetic deceit #deceit sanders #loceit #logceit

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mothantics · 6 years

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That’s pretty fucking gay

#logic sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #loceit #logceit #DeLogic #logan x deceit #deceit x logan #thomas sanders #sanders sides #thatsthat24

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arteacactus · 5 years

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Dude, just give me an entire fic of Deceit hissing at everyone and being overprotective of Logan and...I dunno I’ll worship you?

sorry i wasnt able to write anything for this!! i really was going to :( I just remembered i wrote a little bit!!

Deceit was very protective over things he loved. Objects, people, animals, if he loved it, he wanted to protect it with his life, and he would fight tooth and nail to keep them safe.

He’d known he could get protective over certain items, and animals. He hissed at Depression when he tried to take his pet snake, and bit Aggression when he tried to tear apart his gloves. But only just now did he realize he got this way over people, too.

Because watching Logan get shushed, and ignored, and mocked by the others- it made a fire light in his chest and in his eyes, and he had to tuck his hands in his arms in order to prevent himself from attacking them. Logan was just trying to help. He was doing his best. He didn’t deserve to be shut down by them.

And he made sure this was known after it was all said and done- while the others were distracted, Deceit grabbed Logan by the arm and sunk out with him before Logan could yell and alert anyone that he was being taken.

Logan panicked, thrashing and kicking against Deceit’s hold as Deceit had held both his arms back where he couldn’t move them, but realized he really wasn’t holding him all that tightly; he was easily able to slide his arms out, now that he thought about it. So he fell still, because Deceit wasn’t holding him tight enough to even hurt, and what was the harm in letting him take him, anyway?

Logan was dropped in the floor of some room he didn’t recognize, and looked up at Deceit, who tossed his hat elsewhere and removed his gloves, grumbling under his breath and looking positively furious. Why, Logan didn’t know.

“Why did you take me here?” Logan asked curiously after a minute, a little hesitant to speak as he saw the fire in the snake’s gaze.

“I want to talk to you.” Deceit replied, and Logan wasn’t able to ask about that, as he quickly got distracted by the scales covering Deceit’s hands, letting out a soft gasp and letting his own hand dart out without realizing his own actions, grabbing his hand. “You have scales elsewhere?”

“Of course I do,” Deceit frowned, a little surprised, watching Logan feel and poke at the scales on his hands, “You didn’t realize this?”

Logan flushed slightly. “I assumed.. I assumed your scales were fake,” He admitted, running his fingers along the smooth scales on the back of Deceit’s hand and up his arm.

Deceit hummed, letting Logan touch and prod his scales all he pleased, until Logan realized that what he was doing could be taken as weird, quickly backing off and tucking his hands in his pockets. “I apologize, I-”

“It’s fine.” Deceit assured him, an amused grin on his face. “But I wanted to talk to you. About how the others treat you.”

“How the others..?” Logan echoed, a confused expression falling upon him. “What do you mean? How do they treat me?”

“They cut you off when you’re speaking. They mock you, and they don’t let you get any words in, and make a joke out of whatever you say.” Deceit seemed genuinely upset, sniffing in irritation.

Logan couldn’t really see why Deceit would even care, or why he noticed it at all, so he couldn’t respond. Didn’t know how to. Why would Deceit care if the others talk over him, or shut him up?

“You were getting excited about astronomy,” Deceit muttered next, much to Logan’s surprise, “And they just.. Just told you to shut up. Not that bluntly, of course, but even Patton..” He took a deep breath, “You don’t deserve that type of treatment. I, for one, find what you were saying to be very interesting.”

“You.. did?” Logan asked, somewhere between surprised and confused, though it quickly melded into suspicion. “How do I know you’re not..?”

“I haven’t been lying this entire time, have I?” Deceit sighed, a little vexed that Logan chose now to be suspicious, “I’m in my own room, I don’t have to lie here. You, on the other hand? You should be lying against your will like I usually do, but I’ve taken pity on you, so you won’t.”

Logan wished he’d brought his notepad to write this down, immensely fascinated by how Deceit seemed to be able to take control over the affects his room places on others.

#vanna talks #ask #anonymous #deceit sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #logan sanders #loceit #logceit

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cornthathasbeenpopped · 6 years

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Sander Sides Ship Wedding Aesthetic part 3

*warning it is ships with deceit*

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Anxceit

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I’m most likely going to do another set with Remy as the main focus. If you would like to be tagged let me know.

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anxceit · 6 years

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vagueness

Summary: Logan worries about an off-hand comment from Thomas. Misunderstandings abound. Written for Sympathetic Deceit Week: Loceit Day.

Pairings: Platonic Loceit, Platonic Moxiety

Word Count: 2044

Warnings: Self-deprecation, teasing, very brief mentions of food. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: rest assured this is the angstiest fic i’ve written for this week! inspired by a bunch of posts by @sashaying-on-sonnshine

Deceit has certain expectations when he wanders the mindscape. They aren’t unreasonable, he thinks, just simple things like respect for his personal space. So when Logan accosts him out of nowhere in the living room and makes a grab for his face, he’s understandably a bit startled.

He skitters back out of Logan’s reach and asks, “What are you doing?”

“Feeling your scales,” Logan informs him helpfully. “It’s for science.”

“Yes, because that explains everything,” Deceit deadpans. “What sort of science requires petting my face?”

Logan sighs. “Thomas raised the question of whether or not you excrete slime. I doubt you do, since that is not a trait snakes normally possess, but now that the question has been posed I cannot just live in ignorance.”

Of course. Deceit just loves the creepy two-face appeal that comes with his scales. Loves being treated like a freak. He certainly doesn’t wish it was the first time.

Might as well have some fun with it.

“That does sound horrible, doesn’t it?” Deceit drawls, and sinks back into his bedroom before Logan can react.

He’s in the kitchen, getting coffee, the next time Logan assaults him. He’s not used to others being up this early, so the attack surprises him, but this time he doesn’t flinch. He smoothly backs out of the reach of Logan’s fingers, and Logan nearly trips and falls. When he glares at Deceit, he merely winks his human eye and teases, “Better luck next time, Logic.”

Logan huffs. “I’m being made fun of, aren’t I?”

Deceit stifles a laugh. He wonders how far he can push it before someone else steps in. “Where on Earth did you get that idea?”

Logan blinks at him. “The phrase ‘better luck next time’ is typically used as a taunt, from my understanding. Should I update my vocabulary cards?”

Deceit gives him a long, appraising look. “Absolutely,” he says finally, and turns to get a coffee mug from the cabinet.

“As I thought,” Logan mutters to himself, “I am being teased.” He clears his throat to get Deceit’s attention, but Deceit doesn’t turn around. He pulls the pot from the coffee maker and begins pouring himself a mug, ignoring Logan. “You seem to believe that this is some sort of game, but I assure you that I am trying to collect true scientific data. I would very much appreciate your cooperation.”

“Is that right?” Deceit says, replacing the pot. He takes a long, slow sip from his mug, watching as Logan winces. Can’t stand black coffee, huh? “Sorry, Logan. I’d just love to work with you,” he continues, exaggerated disappointment written across his face, “but I’m afraid my schedule’s a bit full at the moment.”

“It would only take a second,” Logan protests, but Deceit interrupts him.

“It’s just not a good time, sorry.” He brushes past Logan and out of the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “Good luck with your science, though, Mr. Sweet Tooth!”

“I do not have a fondness for sugar! Just Crofter’s!” comes the indignant reply, and Deceit laughs quietly into his coffee.

“You’ve been coming up here a lot more often lately!” Patton notes excitedly one day, plopping down on the couch next to Deceit as he reads.

“Ah, yes, well. There’s more, you know, natural light up here,” he says, wiggling his fingers vaguely at the window. He knows Morality would have his head if he figured out he was teasing Logan.

“Well, you’re welcome up anytime if it’ll brighten your day!” Patton elbows him in the side and he rolls his eyes.

“No, you’re not,” Virgil contributes from the armchair, pulling one headphone off.

“Now, Virgil,” Patton warns, “be nice.”

“Hey, I’m not the one that–” Virgil stops, as if coming to a realization. He pulls his headphones all the way off and turns his head to the stairs. “Logan,” he calls, “Deceit’s down here!”

Deceit gives him a withering glare as the sounds of footsteps come echoing down the stairs. Virgil flips him off and goes back to reading on his phone, ignoring Patton’s protests.

Logan rounds the banister, notebook in hand. “Have you had a change of heart?” he asks, hope in his voice.

Deceit snorts. “That certainly would be nice for you, wouldn’t it?”

“What’s going on here?” Patton asks, frowning.

Logan crosses his arms, brow furrowed. “I merely need to borrow Deceit for a moment to collect some data...”

“He wants to pet my face,” Deceit interrupts, and Logan huffs.

“That’s not quite the way I’d put it, but yes.”

Patton tilts his head. “Logan, we don’t want to make him uncomfortable...”

“Come on, Deceit,” Virgil pipes up, voice dripping with honey, “it’ll only take a second, and then he’ll move onto whatever creepy-ass thing he wants to experiment on next and leave you alone!”

Deceit whirls to face him as Patton cries out “Virgil!” in protest. He offers Deceit a smirk dripping with venom, leaning forward in his chair, every bit the Dark Side he refuses to admit he is. He’s made it impossible for Deceit to make light of Logan’s interest, and he damn well knows it.

“Deceit,” Logan tries to say, but Deceit can feel heat creeping up his neck and he can’t stand it. Not when Virgil’s still grinning at him like that.

He shakes Logan off and sinks out.

Logan catches him outside his door hours later. Deceit wonders how long he’s been waiting there. He’s not sure he wants to know the answer.

“Deceit, I believe there’s been a misunderstanding,” he starts, but Deceit brushes past him. “I just want to...”

“No,” Deceit interrupts, whirling around, “I have no idea what you want, because this is the first time I’ve ever had to deal with this sort of treatment.” Logan tries to stutter some kind of excuse, but he ignores it and stalks off towards the stairs.

“Deceit, please, I just want to...” He reaches out to Deceit just as he steps onto the stairs...

...and trips over his own feet, sending himself tumbling the rest of the way down until he slams into the railing.

He’s not a person, and has no physical being, so he won’t sustain any lasting damage. But it still hurts, and it’s embarrassing, and when he blinks the stars out of his eyes, Patton of all people is standing over him, fussing and asking if he’s alright. Virgil is laughing hysterically from the couch.

He feels his face heating up. This day couldn’t possibly get any better. Too worked up to think properly, he slaps Patton’s hands away and snaps, “Would you people just stop touching me?”

Patton’s eyes widen and he steps back, allowing Deceit to stand and brush off his clothes. “Sorry, Dee,” he says. “Didn’t mean to push your boundaries!”

Logan stutters to a stop in the living room, quietly watching Deceit flee to the kitchen. Virgil actually gets up from the couch and approaches him, and they have a conversation Deceit can’t hear ignores as he raids the fridge for Crofter’s.

Having successfully obtained the holy grail of comfort food, he turns on his heel with a sweep of his cape and stalks back towards the stairs. Virgil casts a glare at him and turns back to the conversation. He stops Patton from approaching, too, and Deceit starts to wonder if he’ll be able to escape without further incident.

No such luck: Logan catches Deceit by the arm at the bottom of the stairs. Virgil and Patton step back to watch. Deceit braces himself to be scolded for taking Logan’s jelly.

He isn’t. “I apologize as well,” Logan says. “I admit I may have been a bit...extra in my attempts to ascertain the truth.”

“Modern slang suits you so well,” Deceit grumbles in lieu of a response, trying to pull out of Logan’s grip.

But Logan says, “Please,” and the sincerity in his voice stops Deceit in his tracks. “I assure you I was not trying to treat you as a ‘test subject’,” Logan continues. “It was pure curiosity. I find your scales...fascinating, I suppose. I wanted to know more, but I got ahead of myself, and for that I apologize.”

Deceit feels heat creeping up his neck. Discomfort, definitely. Not shame, or worse, modesty. He’s even more uncomfortable with the honest apology than with the face-grabbing incidents, he decides.

So much so that before Logan can get out another word, Deceit uses his free hand to grab Logan’s and presses it against his scales, sliding it down his face slowly while maintaining direct eye contact. Logan trails off, bewilderment overtaking his features. Deceit lets the appendage drop after a few seconds, and the room goes dead silent.

“...Ha.” Logan says finally, then again, louder. “Ha! I knew it! I knew you couldn’t be slimy! It wouldn’t make any sense! I’ll have to let Thomas know. Ah, and write it in my journal!”

Deceit masks a sigh of relief and raises an eyebrow. “Are you happy now?”

“Yes, actually!” Logan exclaims. He’s wearing the sort of ear-splitting grin they only ever see on him when Crofter’s is involved. “Thank you!”

“Mmhmm,” Deceit mutters, feeling his face heat up once more. Virgil quirks an eyebrow at him. He seems amused, which irritates Deceit even more. Logan vanishes back up the stairs to his room, still rambling about something or another.

“Is that how he always is when he figures something out?” Deceit deadpans.

“Isn’t he just as cute as a button?” Patton gushes.

Virgil cracks a smile too. “You should see him talk about space.”

Deceit stares up the stairwell, lost in thought. He almost doesn’t catch Patton say, “Virgil, I think you have something to apologize for, too.”

“Not to that lying jerk, I don’t,” Virgil snaps.

“I will lock you both in a room until you get along,” Patton warns. It’s by no means a serious threat, but Virgil concedes anyway.

“I’m sorry for calling you creepy,” he mutters.

Patton pats him on the shoulder, then turns to Deceit. “Your turn!” he chirps with a bright smile. “And be honest! I know you can.”

Deceit rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry for trying to use Patton’s face to manipulate you.”

Virgil snorts. “Come on, we both know I had you figured out before we even left the theater,” he says, and Deceit does. He knew it then, too – he wouldn’t have taken the risk otherwise. “I’m not an idiot.”

Deceit laughs at that despite himself. “I wonder what that says about—”

“Can I ask a few more questions?” Logan interrupts from behind. When Deceit whirls around, he’s standing there with a notepad and an eager smile.

Deceit blinks. What more questions could he possibly have? He glances at Patton and Virgil, then back to Logan. He holds up the Crofter’s jar in his hands with a grin. “Can I bring this with me?”

Logan’s eyes widen as he realizes what Deceit is holding, and he opens his mouth to protest, but thinks better of it. Instead he takes a deep, calming breath and says, “As an apology for the earlier issue, yes. But only once.” The last sentence is accompanied by a fierce stare.

“Good enough,” Deceit says, and lets Logan drag him upstairs.

Patton claps his hands together. “Oh, I hope they end up being good friends! It’s so much easier when everyone gets along!” He wraps an arm around Virgil’s shoulder.

“I don’t trust him,” Virgil mutters, shoulders hunched inwards.

“Well, you know what they say!” Patton chirps, and Virgil winces preemptively. “When the cat is away...”

He obviously expects Virgil to finish the saying for him, but Virgil doesn’t have any idea what he’s trying to get at, much less the end of whatever it is he’s quoting. “How about I set the table for dinner?” he suggests instead.

Patton, mercifully, gives him a thumbs-up and drops the topic. “Does tortellini sounds good tonight?”

“Sure,” Virgil says, and follows him into the kitchen to get out the silverware.

“Set five places tonight, kiddo!”

Virgil gives him a look, trying to convey with his eyes just how much he does not want to do that, but Patton blithely ignores it. Virgil grumbles and grabs the extra silverware.

#logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #sympathetic deceit #loceit #logceit #sanders sides #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit week #my writing

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jamiebluewind · 6 years

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Fusion thoughts

Me: With all these fusions going around, I wonder what would happen if somebody mixed Logan with Deceit?

Logan: You have to know that a fusion like that would not be viable. By combining Deceit and myself, you would be distorting both of our major functions. It would result in a highly unstable fusion at best.

Me: You're probably right... *throws them into a fusion chamber anyway*

*fusion emerges and adjusts his tie*

Fusion: We live in an age where truth really doesn't matter anymore.

Me: Oh my god... I messed up. I messed up real bad.

Fusion: There is a point where political correctness becomes an acid that erodes freedom.

Me: EVERYBODY RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! IT'S BILL O'REILLY!!!

#sanders sides #sanders sides fusion #bluewind talks #midnight thoughts #bill o'reilly #i'm weird #logan sanders #deceit sanders #logceit

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heckoffmate · 6 years

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Trying out a simpler style, let me know if you hate it. I have to say, while drawing this I was listening to a playlist I made just titled "sex" and right now, as I'm writing this, it's playing Blue from Heathers. And it really matches the picture. @galaxypsychologist

#Sanders Sides #Logan Sanders #deceit sanders #Loceit #logeit #logceit #digital media #drawing #cartoon #my art #fan art #comic #gay #the whisper song #hey Lil Mama lemme Whisper in your ear

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bishipsaremyships · 6 years

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So I got a little bored and decided to through my music. As I was scrolling, I heard my brother watching Thomas' vines in the next room and that was when my brain said, "Okay, we're gonna find ship themes in your shitty music." So here I am.

Prinxiety got Emperor's New Clothes by P!ATD because I remember seeing a speedpaint for Roman and Virgil's fusion using that song on the background and that had just stuck with me

Logicality got Love Like You (Rose's Lament) by Rebecca Sugar because I mean, what person has not not read a karaoke one-shot where Logan confesses to Pat by singing this?

Moxiety got Secret Garden by Empath-P (Jayn Cover) because the relationship between Sans and Frisk (yes, it's an Undertale song) in the Flowerfell universe gives me serious Patton and Virgil from before Accepting Anxiety vibes.

Analogical got Tear In My Heart by Twenty One Pilots (TheOrionSound Cover) because of the lyrics "You fell asleep in my car/I drove the whole time/But that's okay, I'll just avoid the holes/So you sleep fine/I'm driving, here I sit/Cursing my government/For not using my taxes/To fill holes with more cement". I just love the picture of Virgil driving with a sleeping Logan in the backseat, swerving and cursing under his breath.

Royality got Royalty by Conner Maynard because why wouldn't I take the opportunity with that ship name? Also, tell me that Roman wouldn't sing this to Patton. Tell me.

Logince got My Demons by Starset. Gonna be honest, not entirely sure why I chose this, but as I was looking, it was kinda the only thing popped out at me.

Logceit got Partners in Crime by Set It Off because I have this picture in my head about Logan and Deceit in a special agent au being double crossers.

Patceit managed to nab two songs, Killer by The Ready Set and Unconditionally by Katy Perry. Killer would be from Deceit's POV and Unconditionally would be from Patton's POV.

Roceit got IDFC by Blackbear (Tarro Remix) because the lyrics "Tell me pretty lies/Look me in the face/Tell me that you love me/Even if it's fake" just perfectly suits Roman's self confidence issues and how he would rely on Dee's sugarcoating to make himself feel better even though he knows it's not real.

Anxceit got It Took Me By Surprise by Maria Mena because I like the idea of Deceit realizing he fucked up with Virgil in the past and knowing that he can't fix what he did.

Sleepxiety got Take A Hint from Victorious because I like the idea of Remy and Virgil getting annoyed by some dudes who're trying to get them to go to the backroom with them.

Emile x Deceit (IDK their ship name) got I'm Just You're Problem from Adventure Time because imagine a human au Deceit going to Emile to help him get over his compulsive lying disorder, but, after they befriend each other outside of their sessions, he feels like he doesn't even want him there and is only talking to him to get the money out of him.

Remy x Deceit (Again, ship name???) got Super Psycho Love by Simon Curtis because I feel like they would start as, like, friends with benefits, but Deceit starts feeling a bit more than that.

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mariliner · 5 years

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Eu só to conseguindo desenhar personagens em versão Chibi 7-7, sla o que tá acontecendo, mas eu n consigo ficar satisfeita com nenhum desenho meu :3

Toma Loceit ai então, tó pensando em começar a desenhar os meus outros shipps.

Boyfriend Material :3

#loceit #logan sanders #deceit sanders #logan x deceit #logceit

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sidespromptblog · 5 years

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The Keys

Warnings: Some crying, happy ending, and mentions of sex (its like a paragraph).

Summary: Logan has a ring of four keys around his neck, each key is marginally different. There are four in total, all of which have a special meaning to Logan and all look somewhat looked after. While the last one…the last one is chipped and marred. It’s an ugly black looking key, and certainly not one the others would expect him to hold onto, but Logan seems to hold it close given that he’s only let them look at it a few times as he looks quite protective of it.Which is why they’re so surprised that when Logan comes down for breakfast one morning, the ring of keys around his neck. All of them, all of them present but that one ugly black key.

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“Are you sure?” The sultry voice murmured as the warm breath tickled the outer shell of his ear, and even with that distraction, he could still feel the cool fingers dancing up the side of his arm keeping him caged against the chest and feeling the thudding of his heartbeat against his back. It was a heartbeat he’d felt and heard a million times, and yet this one time as he felt it speeding up even as the other’s voice remained as calm as ever, he couldn’t have been more sure about anything in his entire life. And even so, the presence of those fingers stopping at his wrist, told him so much. He was scared, and he didn’t want Logan to do something he would regret in the future. “Are you sure that you want to do this?”

But the thing was, Logan wasn’t going to regret this. He had regretted very few things in his life, and this wasn’t going to change that.

Turning around, he allowed his hands to rest on the base of the other’s chest, and looking into those eyes he could see the fear that brimmed in them just as warmth brimmed within his own. “I promise,” He murmured, now holding the other’s face firmly between his hands so that he couldn’t remove himself from Logan’s grasp or look away from his eyes. “There is nothing in this infinite cosmos that could ever make me regret this moment. I swear to it, by my name and our name alike.” That being said, a part of him was undoubtedly nervous, who wouldn’t be after all?

But taking in a deep breath, Logan pulled away from the man in front of him leaving one last kiss across his lips before he departed from him. Tugging at the blue string around his neck, a quiet jingling filled the tense silence filled the air as he pulled the necklace of keys from around his neck, each one looked different. The first was just a generic looking house key with nothing to set it apart from any other key, it was silvery and just about the shortest out of all the rest with short jagged teeth. The second was a scraped up rustic looking one with the copper-colored rust chipping away any time that it moved too much against the fabric of Logan’s shirt and tie, it’s was definitely a skeleton key by every definition of the word. The third, however, was the shiniest, a soft golden color that had a faint glow to it with every touch of Logan’s fingers, it’s every bit as elegant as it looks and yet it wasn’t the one that he needed.

Not in the slightest.

While the last one…the one at the end of the string was nothing remarkable. The last one is chipped and marred all over, every part of the key was covered in deep scratches and scuff marks as if it had seen many years of wear and abuse despite firmly remaining around Logan’s neck for all of his life. It’s an ugly black looking key, a key that would have been left in the garbage had anyone found it. Yet it was this one that he slid off the string when it was untied, and it was for this very reason that the hand stopped him again, but just for a moment before it fell away as soon as Logan offered it out to him. It wasn’t conventional by any means, and Logan’s very hand shook at the prospect of giving it away, but he still held it out to be taken by the only person he trusted to have it.

“Do you promise,” He whispered, there was a sense of urgency to his words despite everything that they had previously talked about, “Do you promise to take care of it no matter what, to love it despite how ugly and scarred it may seem to you and everyone else, you promise to hold it close? It’s been through a lot… a lot of hardships and criticisms and-”

A cold finger pressed against his lips stopping him dead just as those very same fingers curled around the offered key slipping it right out of his grasp

“Oh my dearest,” The words felt like promise whispered between the both of them, “There is nothing on this earth that would stop me.”

Redness swept over Logan’s cheek as the black ugly key pressed against his lover’s lips, a cherished kiss and a kiss of so much promise before it was slipped into his pocket. Within seconds they were both leaning forward as the other’s finger slipped away from his lips, allowing their mouths to meet in a sweet tender kiss that took no time all to evolve into something desperate, craving, and something just hungry for each other. As their clothes fell away, the promise between them wasn’t forgotten as mark after mark was pressed against Logan’s throat shortly followed by a kiss that left him whining and begging for more. Before the depth of the night consumed them both, and they fell into each other’s arms like it was the first time all over again. Something which neither of them would ever forget.

Asleep, but also content.

That very morning Logan stumbled out of bed, his hair was a certifiable mess as half aware of the world around him. He slipped his clothes on and stumbled downstairs, the smell of coffee freshly made awakened him just a little bit as he exhaustedly stumbled past Patton and Roman as they amicably chattered as they usually did in the morning all while Virgil merely grunted at him, earning him an early morning grunt back from Logan as he made a beeline for the coffee pot. The world tilted and shifted around him with each movement, and even so, he steadied himself against the counter. The coffee was singing his name, promising him that if he drank he’d be perfectly fine and dandy this morning.

The cup trembled in his grasp, as did the pot as he tried to steady it. His entire body ached and sung with a pleasant kind of soreness, he really shouldn’t even be up at this time in the morning seeing as he could really do with a few extra hours. And yet there he was, struggling to pour coffee as he tiredly blinked past the blurriness of the world around him.

“Give it here, you look like you’re going to cry if you just stand there long enough and the coffee doesn’t pour itself.”

Since when had Virgil stood up? Had he really been standing there holding his cup so long that even he had started to notice? Did he really look that bad?

Judging from the way that both Roman and Patton were staring at him after his cup had somehow made its way into his hand, yes, yes he had been standing in silence for that long while looking completely and utterly pathetic. Swallowing thickly he brought the cup up to his lips as his attention shot down to his toes, or rather the mismatched socks that he’d put on this morning. One a dark navy blue and the other...a bright neon green that hurt his eyes to even look at it. Mismatched...mismatched socks. Was he really this off this morning, especially after something like last night? He should be happy, he should be over the fucking moon. And yet...here he was struggling to even pour coffee on a morning that should be like any other morning.

“Logie?” Coffee dripped down Logan’s chin as his attention shot back up, locking right onto Patton’s rapidly approaching form. “Are you alright? You look…” He looked awful if Patton was being honest with himself, but he couldn’t bear to say such a thing out loud as soon as Logan’s earthy eyes locked onto his. Virgil hadn’t been joking, Logan really looked sullen enough to cry right then and there, even Roman seemed to notice given by how he instantly straightened his shoulders. “Logan, what’s wrong?”

Logan swayed, and Virgil’s eyes darted to the keys jingling against his chest.

“There are three.” He muttered, and soon enough Patton gaze dropped to them as well, although that certainly didn’t stop him from reaching a hand out to steady the logical side who was already slanting at one hundred degree angle. Already a million possible thoughts and scenarios raced through Virgil’s mind, scenarios that included someone drugging Logan and stealing one of the keys, or taking it when Logan wasn’t looking, or so many other things that it was impossible to keep them all straight. For as long as they had all known him, or at least since they were little kids, Logan had always had four keys. He’d never allowed them to touch them, let alone remove one of them in the time that Virgil had been close to Logan.

So this sent every alarm bell in his mind blarring, telling him that not only was something wrong, but it needed to be fixed and now.

Within seconds Roman was marching forward, the sound his cup made when he had slammed it against the counter rang all throughout the kitchen mere seconds before he breezed past Patton and seized Logan’s shoulders in a firm grip. The look on Roman’s face couldn’t have been classified as anything but completely and utterly terrifying, “Who took it?” Roman snarled, the prince’s infamous protective nature rearing its head as soon as he had seen Logan’s tired and yet sullen movements as he had navigated around the kitchen, his very movements made him look as if he had a boulder attached to him or as if someone had just smashed his prized know-it-all trophy. And Roman would kill all if that were the case, “Tell me who took it, and I will hunt them down in a glorious blood sports manner. I can promise you that.” The last thing he expected to see was Logan’s lip wobbling, shortly before the waterworks started. Within mere moments he hastily released Logan’s shoulders stumbling back in surprise.

“I..I..gave it to him!” The tears rushed hotly down Logan’s face before he could even think about stopping it, why on earth was he crying? He didn’t know, all that he knew was that there were wet tears on his face and he couldn’t even begin to stop them, let alone raise his hand to wipe them away. “I gave it to him, because I wanted to!” A hiccup jolted his words, and now more than ever he felt a flush of hot shame crawling its way over his cheeks as his shoulders hunched and his fingers curled into tight fists.

He couldn’t stop crying, he just couldn’t stop crying and he didn’t know why.

The kitchen area darkened around them, the lights flickering and sputtering out of life as the darkness encroached on the walls. It crawled and crawled until it met the ceiling, and even as all the others backed away from Logan a single hand reached out from the waves of shadows and rested his hand around the logical side’s shoulders until he was entirely visible to those around him. And even as one hand tightly grasped Logan’s shoulders, the other loosely held a familiar look key as he twirled it lazily around between and through his fingers as a look of contempt filled his face upon looking at the others.

“Deceit!” A chorus of the dishonest side’s name filled the kitchen as his lips curved upwards into a hellish smile that revealed the sharp glint of his teeth. It was a smile though, that soon fled his face as soon as Logan’s sniffles reached his ears. It took no time at all for a frown to mar Deceit’s face as soon he turned, capturing Logan’s face in between his hands before his the pads of his thumbs every so gentle swiped away the tears that trickled down the logical side’s face.

“Dearest,” Deceit clicked his tongue disapprovingly, “You didn’t give me the key to your heart...you shouldn’t have waited to see if there were any negative repercussions.” Another sniffle left Logan, his tears drying within mere moments of Deceit’s arrival before he moved his head forward tucking it into the dishonest side’s shoulder. “You aren’t acting oddly vulnerable love, but I certainly wouldn’t want to see more of it.” The tiniest bit of a smile darted across Deceit’s lips as soon as a watery chuckle left Logan, a strange tenderness coming to light in the other’s eyes as soon as he began to smooth down Logan’s messy matted hair from their night together.

Looking at the two of them together was like peering into an alternate reality that honestly Roman wasn’t sure he wanted to be a part of at this point. Especially given how Deceit’s fingers gingerly drifted over the marks he just now noticed were on Logan’s neck, ranging from behind his ear to the very bottom of his neck. It sent a strange sensation spiraling in his stomach, but that certainly didn’t stop something from sticking out to him.

“What do you mean ‘The key to his heart’?” Suspicion tugged at his every word as his fingers itched to summon his sword, he could already feel the hilt of his sword right now. The only thing that was really stopping him was the fact that if he took a swing at Deceit, there was a pretty good chance that not only would he hit Logan, but Deceit could also use him as a shield and he would..accidentally kill Logan in Deceit’s place. “If you’ve done anything to him, then I swear by Thomas’ mother that I’ll…”

Once again silence filled his words, they all knew that there was nothing that he could do right now, at least not until he got Logan far enough away from Deceit so that he could strike and-

“We’re lovers Roman.” Roman’s thoughts came to an abrupt and screeching halt as soon as those words left Logan’s mouth, and watching Logan wipe at his eyes resting his head against Deceit’s shoulders he couldn’t help but for his mouth to drop wide open as soon as the logical side carried on as if it were nothing. “I did indeed give him the key to my heart both in the literal and non-literal sense. Ever since I was formed I’ve had keys, you’ve seen me with them.” Logan gestured to the first key, the most average looking one. “The key to my room,” And then to the next as if they could just move on from that bombshell, as he gestured to the rusty key hanging from around his neck. “The key to my emotions,” The shiny elegant key was next before Logan eventually gestured to the key that Deceit had been spinning around in his fingers, the key that was also connected to a bright yellow strand “The key to my knowledge, and well… the key to my heart.”

Deceit’s grip tightened on said key for a second, holding it as protectively as a someone holding a prized possession would. There was no doubt about it, he took being the holder of Logan’s heart key very seriously, there was no doubt about that.

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