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delimeful · 6 months

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every good intention (4)

warnings: misunderstandings, assumptions, pre-AA, panic attack

Roman had been thinking.

Contemplating, really. There were a surplus of mystifying elements to consider as of late, especially now that he’d found out about Logan and Anxiety’s secret tryst.

(He was fairly certain that platonic cuddling between a repressed nerd and an awkward emo didn’t actually qualify as a tryst, but it sounded much more dramatic that way.)

He was no Logic, but as a charming and exceptional denizen of Thomas’s mind, he naturally had wits aplenty of his own.

And so arrived his realization: When it came to the puzzle that was his interactions with Anxiety the past few weeks, there was a pattern.

When Roman ran into the eyeliner-extraordinaire as himself, he was treated to the same prickly reception as always: Anxiety was a creepy, annoying asshole who loved to undermine Roman’s every idea and probably Thomas’s every happy thought, too.

The few occasions that he’d run into Anxiety in his cursed form, however, told a new story. One Roman had never heard before.

When faced with the tiny fire-breathing lizard version of Roman, Anxiety acted entirely differently. Instead of hunched shoulders and purposefully agitating smirks, he wore a casual, slouched posture and wry amusement— even when Roman was actively antagonizing him.

He didn’t act like a villain. When faced with what he believed to be a small, easily-conquered creature, Anxiety hadn’t taken the opportunity to attack, hurt, or even merely frighten him. Not even after Roman had bitten him.

Roman the Side, on the other hand, was given no such grace. He’d even tried to tone down his usual assertiveness in favor of a careful neutrality when running into Anxiety, curious about the strange truce Logan had formed with him, but to no avail.

Without the barrier of barbed bantering between them, Anxiety only seemed to grow more defensive and on-edge, paradoxically enough.

The answer was obvious: Anxiety must have some strange affinity for dragons.

It was the only possible explanation for Roman’s bizarre undersized form garnering a kinder welcome than Creativity, clearly the optimal being between the two. Anxiety simply had an affection for the sharp and scary, and a disdain for Disney Princes.

Of course, that didn’t explain the way he treated Patton with care when nobody was watching, or the lack of backstabbing he’d brought to the midnight cuddlefest. Thus, it all had to be part of some larger plot!

Roman wasn’t as experienced in predicting plotting, seeing as it wasn’t a particularly heroic activity.

Luckily, he had the perfect spy to send in to uncover the truth behind Anxiety’s more bewildering behavior: himself!

Thus, the next time Roman found himself with wings, scales, and a tail, he strode down the hall towards Anxiety’s room with confidence that was only a little faux.

He’d worried for a bit that it wasn’t a very gentlemanly thing to do, invading one’s privacy, but this particular opportunity had come about after a spectacular tiff between the two of them, and Roman found that his reservations had suddenly vanished.

Anxiety certainly hadn’t been holding back when he’d poked at Roman’s every sore spot in the brainstorming today. Roman wanted— no, needed to uncover the motives of his scheme, so he could go back to giving every argument his all too, without wondering how things might be different between them.

Anxiety’s room was usually sealed up tight, but occasionally he would leave it cracked, presumably because the sight of it sitting just slightly ajar at the shadowed end of the hall prompted exactly the sort of unease that he loved to inspire in everyone.

Fortune must have smiled on Roman today, for when he trotted closer, he found that the door was indeed not fully closed.

Taking a deep breath, Roman steeled himself and then headbutted the door firmly, pushing it the slightest bit further open so that he could wriggle his strange little wyrm-like body through.

It made a horrendous creaking sound, eliciting a wince from Roman but absolutely no response from the figure flopped over on the bed in the middle of the shadowed room.

Wary now, Roman crept forward bit by bit, until he spotted the outline of bulky headphones. So that was why his entrance had gone unnoticed by the twitchiest Side in the Mindscape.

Hesitant to grab Anxiety’s attention right away— he would have to be in a foul mood after their altercation today too, wouldn’t he?— Roman instead clambered up the side of a padded armchair, pausing to glance around at the rest of the room curiously.

For such a grimdark and gloomy guy, Anxiety certainly had excellent taste in Disney decor. He would love something like that Nightmare Before Christmas poster in his own room, perhaps an entire section of the wall dedicated to a collage of the more aesthetically appealing Disney classic poster— no, focus!

Shaking himself out of the theoretical redecorating, Roman leapt nimbly to the bedside table, flaring his wings slightly on instinct to muffle the impact of his landing.

When he turned to check that Anxiety was still unaware, however, the sight that greeted him was shocking enough to strike him dumb.

Anxiety’s eyes weren’t on him, because they were cinched tightly closed. He had both hands wound firmly into his hair, face twisted into a panicked grimace as he struggled to inhale a full lungful of air. His panic was practically tangible in the air— Roman felt his own heart rate begin to rise as though in empathy.

His startled question (“Are you okay?!”) came out as a warbling call, one that didn’t make it through the emo soundtrack blasting from those headphones.

After a brief moment of hesitation— why was he so nervous?— Roman made the short leap to the bed, landing with a slight pressure that instantly made Anxiety’s red-rimmed eyes shoot open.

He backpedaled slightly at the way Anxiety sat bolt upright, but in the next moment, the tension seemed to drain slightly from the other Side.

“Bitey,” he greeted, and the wobble in his voice was so alarming that Roman didn’t even snap his teeth in his usual protest of the nickname. “I don’t think you should— should be in here, bud. You may not be affected by the room itself, but I'm… I’m not great company right now.”

Roman kneaded the comforter beneath his talons for a moment indecisively, earning a shaky half-smile from Anxiety. It could be part of some larger plot, but… Roman was the most dedicated actor out of them all, and he didn’t feel like this was an act.

Carefully, his heart pounding in his ears, he crept forward and butted his head against Anxiety’s knee in a meagre attempt at comfort.

Anxiety let out a stuttering, painfully-shallow sounding exhale, and then reached down and picked him up, supporting him with the curve of one arm as he curled around Roman in an unmistakable hug.

The moment they made contact, Roman felt a burst of all-consuming panic that didn’t belong to him, spiked and piercing into every vulnerable bit until there wasn’t any calm left.

It was an echo, emotional feedback from the panic attack that Anxiety was having, and it was a perfect mirror of every fright and fear he’d faced while this size, all at once.

Oh. Oh.

Anxiety hadn’t been kind to him because of reptilian favoritism, after all. It was because he was more than familiar with the sort of flipped-beetle vulnerability that came with feeling afraid, the defensive bared teeth of the fight bit of fight-or-flight. He wasn’t just the cause of Thomas’s anxiety, he was the experience of anxiety itself.

That put… a lot of things into perspective, actually.

Roman pushed his head against Anxiety’s sternum, returning the hug as best he could.

He had a lot of re-thinking to do.

#egi #every good intention #tiny dragons #ts virgil #ts roman #my writing

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an-organized-confusion · 16 days

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I think a good basis to good anxiety management strategies is to figure out how to have a neutral/nuanced relationship with the faculty. Don't outright vilify it and hate it, meet it where its at and as the situation dictates.

It's an ooold af part of animals with brains, for a reason.

I loved how Logan brought up the Yerkes-Dodson curve - since at a baseline, during complex tasks you really want to keep things at a manageable Goldilocks Zone, yeah?

One of the main exceptions to this curve? SIMPLE, but URGENT tasks. The the stuff that you really just gotta kick your own ass to get done- no overthinking or waffling. (Frankly I think that can be the basis of june-bugging, yeah cleaning your living space can be intimidating. But this headspace usually happens when your anxiety hits at just the right time to get you to just START cleaning stuff.)

ANYWAYS. I was rambling how this latter mode VERY much highlights Virgil's role to light a fire under everyone's ass (or just shortcut centrally to c!Thomas, minimal input from others.)

This to say, I had an amusing lil exchange w/ @milkhoney531 about:

Me: just imagining the guy threatening the other sides w/ a can of body spray and a lighter or just skips the other sides - effective slamming on the HPA cascade onto c!thomas the big red Oh Fuck Button i just have mental image of pre-aa v chasing c!thomas down mercilessly w/ the improvised flame thrower now Him: Pffft! Yes. Remus absolutely gave him the idea. It was the 1st and last time Janus took a nap while those two were conscious. The real reason Virgil left the dark sides, Janus's sanity. Boy has all those arms to mainly tangle Remus, but they're too powerful together.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #(virgil can be a lil shit as a treat)#(rest of the dork sides too)

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transfemlogan · 10 months

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There is a special gift that fanders possess and that gift is having a whole fucking plate of a relatively decent explanation on something,,,AND THEN MISSING THE WHOLR POINT.

Janus, at first, he was "introduced" to be villainous and bad, but when an explanation of things on why Janus does the things that he does is given to them, it flew out of every fanders ear and the only thing that stuck was that one minor interaction between him and virgil.

And that was it, that was when he was solidified to exist only for the purpose of shitty virgil angst in which Virgil was some poor pathetic damsel in distress in the hands of Janus and how the other sides (mainly Roman) had to swoop in and rescue him.

And then svs can out and that episode is still such a favourite of mine cause it presented Janus in such an amazing way on what he thinks, what his purpose is, why he does his thing, and above all on how DEEPLY he cares about Thomas to just be happy or at the very least, satisfied.

AND AGAIN THIS GOD FORSAKEN FANDOM BOILED DOWN THE WHOLE EPISODE TO "j,,,ja,nus,,,,manipu,,,late ro,,,roman,,,,🥺🥺"

YEHA NO SHIT! THAT'S HIS PURPOSE! HIS JOB! HIS ROLE! MAYBE IT'S NOT AND IDEAL ROLE BUT SURELY IT'S SOMETHING THAT LETS US KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THEY OF CHARACTER HE IS AND WHAT HIS MORALS ARE WHEN IT COMES TO THOMAS!

The parallels to pre-aa virgil and janus are so directly there yet everyone in this fandom is the equivalent of when velma losses her glasses and is trying to find then but instead keeps tossing it even further and further away.

Anyways thats my 2 cents

4 REAL . ur point on svs is so real. janus' character being EXPLAINED BY JANUS on why he acts the way he does being tossed out bcuz "well hes mean to roman!" (which is how the fans treat. all the characters. Logan is bad because he's mean to Patton. Patton is bad because he's mean to Remus. Janus is bad because he's mean to Virgil. Like theres no nuance or thought going into anything.)

like for the love of god why do none of you have any sort of comprehension skills. its not even comprehension skills its just LISTENING skills. HE EXPLAINS IT. WHY ARE YOU ALL STILL INSANE.

#i will say that i was . almost the same at the earlier stages of fandom #i got better though its ok im smart now #ask

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thatonelesbianfander · 1 month

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AU idea: The dark sides as the Afton family and the light sides as the Emily family

Remus is William

Janus is Mrs. Afton

Pre-AA Virgil is C.C

Post-AA Virgil is Elizabeth

Orange is Mike

Roman is Mrs. Emily

Logan is Henry Emily

Patton is Charlie Emily

I want to make this AU (I’ve technically made it before on my old Gacha YouTube channel but it’s old)

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moss-sprout · 3 months

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#25 for the ask game? and can the relationship be prinxiety pls?

Behind the Enemies Door

#25: Showing up injured at their enemies house

Pairing: Prinxiety

Summary: Pre AA where Roman gets injured in the imagination – too injured, and stumbles to the first door he can find, which happens to be Virgil)

TW: Swearing, blood/injury (I think thats it but lmk!)

Word count: 1974

Based off of this ask game!! Feel free to send me more prompts! I love doing these :D

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Roman stumbled ungracefully out of the imagination into his quiet room. He grabbed onto the cool bedpost in an attempt to steady himself, his legs shaking and breathing so hard that it didn’t feel like his lungs were big enough to intake the air he needed.

It was dark and he couldn’t see much of anything, but he could feel everything. The cool air laid against his skin that was exposed due to rips in the fabric of his prince outfit, and the sensation of something wet plastered against his skin. He didn’t have to see in order to know – from the foul odor, and from the fight – that it was blood; his blood. And he was losing a lot of it too. His open wounds pounded painfully around the sides of his waist and also dotted around his arms and legs; the pain so intense he could hardly feel anything else.

He stumbled farther into his room, he would originally fetch his first aid kit at this point and patch himself up, but his instincts were taking over at this point, and the only thing that was on his mind was help, he needed help.

Staggering out of his room, he dizzily walked into the dark hallway of the mindscape. His mind seemed to have shifted into survival mode, because it no longer felt like he had total control of his movements, and the world was getting foggier and less coherent by the minute.

He briefly heard a knock. Someone was knocking? It took a moment to process that it was him that was knocking on… someone’s door. He didn’t know who.

Someone had opened the door. Oh, they weren’t asleep? Odd, Roman assumed everyone would’ve been asleep by now. Logan had ranting to him and Patton the other day about the importance of a full night's rest; and Patton got sleepy easily. He must’ve just woken them up with his knocking, he assumed.

He heard cursing and panic. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn’t yet place it on who it was..

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Virgil was doing his nightly routine of scrolling on Tumblr while listening to his usual playlist. It was a little bit past midnight and Virgil was honestly just distracting himself from everything. The current conflict with the ‘dark sides’, along with his silent want to be a part of the ‘light sides’ – things just felt off at the moment, and of course the fact that he was Anxiety didn’t exactly help.

His mindless scrolling was interrupted by a noise. At first he thought it was probably just a part of the song he was listening to, but it occurred to him after a moment that it couldn’t have been, cause he’s listened to this same song a dozen times and there had never been a knocking part of the beat.

He removed his headphones and frowned. Someone was knocking on his door? That couldn’t be right… He slowly got up from his bed, trying to rack his brain on who could possibly want anything from the social outcast – especially at this time of night.

He creeped over to the door, as if making a single sound would expose him and alert everyone. His hand searched for his doorknob in the cool darkness of his room, realizing just how dark it was after turning his phone off.

He opened the door, making a small creaking sound as he peered out to see who it was.

“Hello?” he asked, his voice rough from not using it for almost all day. In front of him was a side, he couldn’t tell which one at first, but once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could slowly make out the bright red sash and familiar white bold jacket of Roman’s outfit.

His frown only deepened, the side of the mindscape who hated him the most, here, at his door. That couldn’t be good. He was prepared to snap at him, possibly get into a verbal argument that would cause the other to stomp away in frustration, before he noticed something was off about him.

He didn’t carry the same bravado as he usually does, instead his posture was slumped and he was leaning slightly on his door frame.

“Uh.. Princey? You good?” his brows furrowed, his confusion turning to concern when he hadn’t answered him, in fact, now that Virgil had come to the realization of just how quiet it was, he noticed just how heavy the prince in front of him was breathing.

“Roman?” he asked softly, observing his posture further; He was hunched, and his arm was clenched against his middle, but even in the darkness he could see a stain, bright and ugly against his white tunic.

“Holy shit are you bleeding?!” Virgil cried out.

Roman mumbled something sort of incomprehensible repeatedly, and Virgil took a moment to puzzle out what he was grumbling. ‘Help me’

“I- Well- well get in here then.” he tried tugging on Roman’s arm without really thinking, but after hearing the pitiful whimper that came out of the other’s mouth at the action, he was more gentle, and guided him into his room onto the rug on his floor, making sure to lean his back against his bed.

Virgil mumbled to himself about having a first aid kit around his room somewhere before quickly getting up to rummage through his drawers to find it, and flicking on the switch for a small lamp that sat on his nightstand to better see what he was doing.

When he returned to Roman he was able to now take in just what he was dealing with. He had so many stains on his jacket that it looked more red than white, and there were tears that exposed gashes on his body. Roman also looked exhausted, more tired and vulnerable than he’s ever seen him. He chewed on his lip in thought, Roman may have been his enemy, in fact one of the few people he can’t stand in Thomas’ mindscape, but he still couldn’t bear to see him like this.

“Alright, I’m.. gonna have to take off your clothes if I’m gonna help you.” he said to Roman, he expected Roman to be unreactive, but this time he flicked his eyes up, his face slightly altering to surprise, like he hadn’t expected Virgil to be there.

“Anxiety?” he heard him mutter.

“Uh.. yeah..” he coughed, “What did you even do to fuck yourself up this bad, dude?” he scoffed, trying to make this moment feel less intimate.

Roman didn’t respond, only watching Virgil carefully as he gingerly unbuttoned his jacket, being gentle enough to not disturb any of the other’s wounds. He hissed in sympathy upon seeing the wounds more clearly now that the jacket wasn’t half covering them up. He was able to press dry towels to his bigger wounds to stop bleeding, grimacing at every pained moan or hiss the other made.

He made Roman hold the towels in place as Virgil began on the antiseptic. He could see Roman dropping more, they needed to stay awake, right? So Virgil figured he should probably talk to Roman in order to keep him up.

“So..” he started, “Um.. what the hell happened? Lost a fight to a dragon witch?”

Roman stared at him for a moment before opening his mouth, “You have so little faith in me? Of course I could never lose to a dragon witch” he tried to scoff, but only a rough cough came out instead, followed by a pained grimace. At least Virgil knew this was Roman, he could never pass up the chance to be cocky.

Roman didn’t follow it up with anything else, in fact, Virgil could see him slipping, his exhausted body wanting to fall into unconsciousness.

“Hey,” he snapped, “no falling asleep on me, got it? Or I’m gonna torture you with antiseptic." The threat was empty, he was only carefully dabbing the antiseptic on the scratches, but it seemed to make Roman sit up a bit straighter, trying not to fall asleep.

When Virgil couldn’t take the silence anymore, he asked the question that hung in the room like a bright pink elephant: “why did you come to me?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t act dumb, Princey.” he scoffed, “we both know that we… Well, we just don’t get along. That’s a fact. I’m sure Logan or Patton would’ve been a way better help than I am.

Roman took a moment to answer, “I don’t know. I was just following my instincts. They led me here… Besides, you’re not actually doing too bad.”

Virgil tried not to think about the reaction he felt upon hearing him say that, instead focusing on moving to the athletic tape to bandage the bigger wounds.

“This is.. This is really dumb of you, Sanders.” he shook his head, “What in hell did you get into?” he muttered for a third time.

“It’s nothing.” he tried to deny, but his voice wasn’t strong enough to come off as dismissive like he wanted.

Virgil paused momentarily to lift an eyebrow in doubt.

“Ok ok fine.” he relented, “it’s just that… I can kinda get carried away in the imagination sometimes. I don’t necessarily mean to but it’s… nice.”

“You.. you really gotta be more careful, you idiot.” the words didn’t hold any heat, instead they were softer, in a more concerned tone.

Roman furrowed his brows, a question popping up in his head that he hadn't thought about until now, “why are you helping me?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You hate me, Anx.” Roman said without skipping a beat, Virgil winced at that. “You have literally no reason to be helping me right now, so why?”

“Someone has to apparently.” Virgil tried, but Roman wasn’t buying it, he just kept staring at Virgil expectantly. Virgil fumbled with the equipment for a moment, “Roman I don’t know what to fucking tell you. You show up at my door past midnight looking like 10 trains hit you, and you’re the last person on this planet I’d ever expect to see trust me to help you.. You’re insane and unpredictable and fill me with awe in how much– how often you manage to surprise me.”

“And you’re so insane for this, Ro.” he paused, slumping, “who would even be able to replace you if you were gone.” he stared intently at the creative side’s injuries.

Roman stared at Virgil in astonishment, he was worried about him? That’s … that’s impossible. Anxiety was the villian, yet he was so gentle with how he patched him up, and even now, the concentrated look on his face, looking sort of sad as the emo side stared at the bandages that held Roman’s injuries.

For the first time since he’d entered the emo’s room, he took a look at himself. The red stained wounds were now covered neatly with white cloth, the chilly air making his skin shake a bit. “Wow.. you did a really good job on this, Anxiety..” he said it as though he couldn’t believe it himself. And he sort of couldn’t, Anxiety was shattering Roman’s neatly crafted perspective of him in this one night.

“Yeah, well, what’cha gonna do, yknow?” he shrugged.

“No, no… Like, staying with me and not kicking me out, and being able to heal me despite.. This whole catastrophe. That’s pretty brave.”

Virgil’s face went red and he quickly glanced away, scoffing, “N-no…”

Roman grinned despite himself, reaching out to touch Virgil’s hand, hearing a little surprised gasp, “Thank you.”

The other blinked at him, searching his face for a moment before nodding, “Whatever. Let's get you to bed, dork.” Roman knew those words were meant to be dismissive, but he could hear the grin in Virgil’s voice as he said it.

#prinxiety #sanders sides fanfiction #ask game #tw swearing #tw blood

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 1 year

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Hello hello :') someone in a server of ours just finished reading LAOFT for the first time! And that eventually devolved into a discussion of a role reversal au which is basically "Thomas fucking things up [affectionate]". Basically, Logan is the Lord of the forest but he was accidentally cursed to fall asleep by his twin brother Thomas who then ascended the throne to keep the court in order. Thomas also sent Patton, a member of his court away in a desperate quest to find a cure to wake Logan up. Meanwhile, a fae had taken grandma Gage's grandson, but she managed to bully them into returning Roman to her *and* for her to keep Remus the changeling child. However, as they grew up as kids, Remus accidentally gave Roman a Gift because Roman had complained one day that "No one *listens* to him!". Virgil and Durant are brothers, Virgil focuses on their family's witch lineage and takes the lessons from their Mother very seriously while Durant prefers to go out in the forest to kill magical creatures that threaten the humans' safety. So much so that Durant eventually got cursed into having scales and a compulsion to lie after causing so much damage. A curse that Virgil had made a deal with Thomas to lift. But oh snap! Thomas somehow fudged up *that* deal and now there's Night!Virgil (who's closer to Durant because he's like Pre-AA Virgil) and Day!Virgil who often quareled with him (like post-AA Virgil). And of course, with Durant always leaving house during the day and coming back after sundown, he doesn't even get to meet the softer version of his brother, the version that had bargained with the Lord of the Forest to lift his compulsion to lie up :)

I hope you don't mind the ramble. We all had fun with brainstorming and playing around with it so we wanted you to have a look at what we got! :) I hope this has bought you joy!

oh WOW this is so cool! love the concept!!!

#ask #Anonymous

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shmuzzieheart · 1 year

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Behold, the 2023 versions of the boys. I haven’t done a lineup for these guys in a while because it’s difficult but wanted to have some reference for them for future drawings.

Notes about the designs below the cut!

The coloring of Virgil’s mouth is meant to be a visual nod to his Tempest Tongue.

Both Virgil and Janus have venom. Janus’ causes paralysis and a strong pins-and-needles feeling, leaving the bitten person unable to move so he can get away. Virgil’s makes the bitten person panicky and fearful (like Scarecrow’s fear toxin from Batman, except without the hallucinations), which makes them run from him. Virgil’s accidentally bitten the other Sides in the past (mostly the twins) as a fight response to being startled. Logan’s developed antivenom to both of their venoms.

Patton’s multicolored freckles come from him glitching out and turning into Lilypadton. He also blushes green.

Logan’s crack in his glasses and slightly orange eyes come from WTIT when he screamed at Remus. For some reason, he can’t fix the crack, and if he summons new glasses they just appear with the crack in them.

The scar on Roman’s face is meant to mirror Remus’ mustache, and the curl on his forehead mirrors Remus’. Remus’ more stretched out form is inspired by Roman’s funhouse mirror metaphor from DWIT.

Janus and Remus are skinnier than the other Sides (though Janus covers it up with his baggier clothing) to symbolize that they haven’t been “fed” the same positive attention from Thomas as the others. As Thomas’ relationship with them improves, they’ll get healthier and gain some weight. Pre-AA Virgil was skinnier as well.

Logan and Patton’s designs are meant to look alike and mirror each other, inspired by Joan’s comment in a behind-the-scenes video about wanting their names to be a dichotomy. They also both have more muscles than the other Sides. Patton’s strength comes from the idea of a father being strong and caring for his kids. Logan’s strength is to show off his power as Logic, and how he needs to be strong enough to equal out the more emotional, zany Sides.

Before DWIT, Roman wore his hair in a ponytail. After his brother’s introduction he started to braid it, a visual signifier that he’s more “controlled” than Remus.

Roman is almost exactly Thomas’ height, which comes from how much Thomas uses his Creativity in his work and spare time. They see eye-to-eye.

Patton and Virgil are about the same height to show their connection to each other and how Patton was the first to be friendly to Virgil. It’s also meant to make them look a bit more similar for the father/son vibes. And also because I couldn’t decide who the shortest Side is.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #doodle sides #shmuzzart #their heights will definitely fluctuate in future art but this is the way I see them tallest to shortest at least #I didn't draw Thomas because for some reason he's very difficult for me to draw

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 1 year

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Moxiety Week Day 1: Cuddles/Stuffed Animals

Word Count: 380

Rating: Teen (cuz I can’t help but cuss)

Pairing: platonic Moxiety 💙💜

Warnings: little bit of swearing, pre-aa, anxiety

~~~START~~~

“Where is it?” Virgil hissed to himself as he continued to dig through the piles and piles of Thomas’s cherished memories that took up every inch of space in Patton’s room. “He keeps everything! It’s got to be here somewhere!”

He’d been feeling a little extra anxious all day and the shadows in his room were responding in kind. So, while the others were downstairs having a movie night in the common room, Virgil was searching through Patton’s room for a particular stuffed animal that had comforted him immensely during Thomas’s childhood.

Unfortunately, before the stuffed animal could be located, he heard the others heading to bed after their movie.

“Goodnight, Padre! Goodnight, Specs!” Roman’s voice boomed from the hallway.

“Goodnight, Roman! Goodnight, Logan!”

Virgil dove under Patton’s bed, missing Logan’s good nights entirely. He had barely a second to process how utterly screwed he was before the door was opening and Patton was coming inside.

He lay as silently as possible as Patton patt-ered about the room getting ready for bed. Eventually he watched slippered feet walk over to the bed and he held his breath as the mattress dipped above him.

“Goodnight, Mrs. Bunnykins. Goodnight, Sir Seal. Goodnight, Dr. Agon. Goodnight, Snuffles. Goodnight, Petunia. Goodnight–”

Patton stopped suddenly, causing Virgil’s heart rate to double.

Slowly, Patton eased himself off the bed and onto the floor, lying so that he was looking Virgil directly in the eye.

“Hey there, Anxiety,” he smiled softly. In his arms he held Lucky, the stuffed dog Virgil had been looking for.

Virgil was too stunned to reply, he just stared at Patton, wide-eyed and stock-still.

“Do you want to come out?”

Virgil shook his head wordlessly. Shit. Shit. SHit!

“That’s alright.” Why was Patton being so nice? Virgil had broken into his room and got caught hiding under his bed! He should be furious! “Do you want to hold Lucky?”

Virgil nodded.

“Okay!” Patton smiled, holding the stuffed dog out for Virgil to take before retreating back onto the bed. “I’ll be up here if you need me, sweetie. Stay as long as you need.”

“Th-thanks, Pat,” Virgil managed to croak out.

“Any time, kiddo!”

Man, Virgil thought as he settled down slightly, clutching Lucky to his chest. The Main Sides are weird.

~~~END~~~

Me: I don’t think I want to participate in ship weeks @moxiety-week: hi Me: omg hi!

I originally wrote this for day 5: falling sleep, but it made more sense for day 1, and my day 1 fic made sense for day 5

General taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling

#Moxiety week 2022 #Moxiety week #Moxiety #virgil sanders #patton sanders #platonic moxiety #sanders sides #ts sanders sides #thursday writes #my writing #sanders sides fanfiction

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 1 year

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So I didn't mean for the Catboy Virgil thing to become an au but it has. So I've decided that as long as it fits anything y'all suggest for this au goes. So uh

Suggest stuff, give me prompts, send asks idfk do something so we can uncover more of this au like an archeology mission (what's the proper word for that??)

What we know so far based on all the art I've done for previous prompts:

-Virgil is a catboy, who can shape shift into a cat.

-Roman wears a varsity jacket

-Patton and Logan live with Roman (their relationship is unknown, though)

-Patton and Logan wear their normal clothes.

-Virgil

-It's an AU where the guys aren't sides.

-Roman found Virgil in the rain and brought him inside (in his catboy form) claiming that he was a normal cat.

-Anaroceit is canon? (In the future??)

-Ive drawn Virgil wearing both his Pre-AA and post-AA hoodies, so we can assume he gets his new one at some point after being taken in by Roman

-Virgil is a little shit.

Roman finding Virgil:

#sanders sides #catboy virgil sanders #catboy!virgil #rowan rambles #virgil sanders #new au??#send me prompts #or your thoughts #or anything really #idk what im doing #engage with me #also all of the stuff for this au will be in art form #as a challange to myself to actually tell a story through art maybe #or just #more catboy art lol

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candied-peach · 2 years

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ao3: “unwanted” rating: T warnings: unsympathetic patton, pre-aa, ducking out mention, shapeshifting, food genre: angst description: Patton does something horrible, but necessary. ...Right? (day 17: “A guard is as much a prisoner as those he keeps from freedom.” — Tananarive Due, The Living Blood @tsshipmonth2020 )

It starts with Virgil.

Or rather, Anxiety.

Because Patton doesn't know his name, now does he. Doesn't know anything about him, except that he's one of the others, and therefore, he doesn't belong up there with the rest of them. Doesn't belong in the real world. Doesn't belong seeing Thomas.

But he's so...He's not what Patton's expected. Oh, he's sarcastic. He's sarcastic and bitter and he definitely gets Thomas's blood pumping. He's Anxiety, all right.

But he debates with Logan. Talks Disney with Roman. He's...if Patton didn't know any better, he'd call him sweet. He'd still call him sweet. He's fumbling and unused to this, but he clearly wants to try. Wants to be better.

And Patton doesn't know what to do. Because Anxiety is still one of the others. Is still different.

He still doesn't belong.

All the sides can shapeshift. Patton normally doesn't like to. It feels wrong. It feels like lying. Oh, it's a little different if they're just having some good old-fashioned friendly fun up there with Thomas, making a video, or something, but amongst themselves? He doesn't like it.

How fitting it is, then, to look in the mirror and see the deceitful side's features flow over his face, snake eye glittering yellow and scales burnished gold. He doesn't know if Deceit has kept the same outfit. He hopes that he has, or this ill-fated plan is doomed from the start.

Stop, some inner voice pleads. You don't know what this will do to Anxiety. You don't know what it will do to Thomas. This is too important to mess around with.

Keep going, another inner voice whispers. He belongs down there. If he won't go, you'll have to make him.

Patton takes a deep breath, slinking down the hallway. The others are asleep, but he knows that Anxiety won't be. He keeps late hours. He's stayed up occasionally with Anxiety, finishing up a batch of chocolate chip cookies or sharing mugs of hot chocolate. Perhaps that's why he feels so slimy, creeping into Anxiety's room.

"Wha-" Anxiety spills out in a rush when he sees Patton's yellow eye. "Get out of here, Deceit," Anxiety spits out, his voice shaking. He's curled up in his bed, blanket around his shoulders. Headphones lie discarded on the pillow, still bleeding out discordant jangles of music.

"You totally belong up here," Patton forces himself to say, affecting a casual sneer. "You just don't belong anywhere, do you, Anxiety? What's the matter? Why do you never fit in? You know why." Patton lowers his voice. "Thomas doesn't need you," he says. "And neither do the rest of us. Do us all a favor, would you?"

He lets Deceit's features melt away, lets his own face come forth, and watches Anxiety pale so rapidly, Patton is afraid he might faint.

"We don't want you, Anxiety," he says, and sinks out, to his own room.

Virgil ducks out the next day, and Patton has never felt guiltier.

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spicycreativity · 2 years

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I typed this directly in Tumblr since I'm having an issue with Google Drive on my phone 🤪 In response to a prompt for pre-AA Virgil and Remus. I'll have to answer the ask separately since I forgot about Tumblr's whole text block copy & paste thing

No content warnings, no ship

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Remus was building a house of cards on the coffee table.

Virgil watched from the couch, heart leaping into his throat each time Remus added another card to the trembling scaffolding, but no matter how certain he was that collapse was imminent, it never fell.

When the strain of sitting and watching outweighed Virgil's fear of distracting Remus, he spoke. "Do you think Thomas might accept us someday?"

Remus picked up another card, the gold foil on its back flashing in the lamplight. Janus' cards. As much as showmanship was his forte, his gloves didn't allow him the dexterity to perform any tricks. He kept them around mostly for the aesthetic. "Who cares?" Remus said, tenting the card gently against another. The face swirled and changed, morphing from the King of Diamonds to a graphic illustration of Remus that Virgil interpreted a moment later as the Duke of Dicks. "They're boring."

Virgil didn't need to ask who 'they' was. It was true, too. Patton, with his tight-lipped smiles and shiny eyes, was boring. Logan, all sharp angles and calculations, was boring. Even bombastic, boasting Roman, was boring. They were all so boring. Boring and safe. Virgil was sure that Patton had never pulled the TV apart in a frenzy, that Roman never let himself get caught cheating at cards just to start a fight. It must have been a peaceful life.

Remus balanced a card, face up, on the apex of four cards arranged into neat wedge shapes. The Queen's face became Virgil's, her red accents turning to purple. "What's that?"

"I said," Remus raised his voice, "they're boring."

Virgil winced. The house of cards trembled but did not fall. He took a deep breath and expelled it with his head turned so as not to threaten the precarious structure. "I heard you. I meant—" he gestured at the face card "—what's that?"

Remus tipped his head backwards over his shoulder so he could smile at Virgil, though one of his eyes drifted to stare at the opposite wall. "The Count of Clouds."

"That's kind of cute," Virgil blurted, surprised. Remus' grin widened, his one-eyed stare growing more intense. "Okay, that's not."

"Good." Remus quit his Pennywise impression and, with a wild swipe of his arm, knocked down his half-finished house of cards.

"Hey!" said Virgil, leaping to his feet in a fit of fight-or-flight. "What the Hell, dude?"

Remus jumped and landed on the coffee table, a sharp crack splitting the air as the surface splintered beneath his feet. His boots slipped a little on the cards, but he kept his balance, staring down at Virgil with the raised eyebrows and downturned mouth of an arrogant teacher. "You see, Virgil," he said, gesturing widely at the scattered cards, "the act of destruction is in and of itself an act of creation. So that begs the question: What do we destroy when we create?"

"What?" said Virgil helplessly, already trying to gather the mental fortitude to imagine up a new coffee table.

"Try it."

"No!"

"Break the coffee table, Virgil."

"Dude, no." There wasn't much else Virgil could do but turn his palms up and stare. Remus had always been like this, but that didn't mean Virgil was used to it.

"Fine." Remus stepped off the table and began a complex, shuffling dance step toward the doorway. "You know, Virgil, you're pretty boring, too." And he was gone in a glint of glowing green eyes and the flash of a grin.

Virgil sighed and flopped back against the couch cushions. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to be boring.

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