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delimeful · 1 year

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to know that song (and all its words) (7)

warnings: injury, misunderstandings/assumptions, threat of murder, implied violence, cliffhanger

By the time trouble caught up to them, things had settled into a strange equilibrium on Virgil’s ship.

The sense of something close to casual co-existence with three Deathworlders was about the last thing he would have ever expected, but it was undeniably present.

He knew they were dangerous, knew that he was a danger to their secrecy and thus his life had an expiration date, knew that even the friendlier members of the trio were capable of surviving things Virgil could hardly imagine.

Even so, it was hard to keep that knowledge pulled around him like a shield when the three of them treated him more like a crewmate than a hostage.

Having access to food and hygiene facilities had done wonders for the Humans, the tension knotted up in every line of their bodies fading more and more until they hardly resembled the (weary-harsh-terrified) fugitives that had originally stolen onto his ship.

Virgil had thought he’d resent the very idea of invaders being on his ship long enough to grow comfortable, but the reality was that some strange tightness in his lungs eased when he saw the Humans indulging in things other than that single-minded focus on surviving future threats.

Noisy would chatter to himself while messing with the material printer’s settings until he got exactly what he was looking for, and while he mostly printed items for utility, like specific styles of dishware and what Virgil suspected were the Human version of first-aid materials, he would also occasionally spend ages fiddling with the tiniest details until he had created a design for a small, intricate sculpture. They didn’t have any practical use, but going by the (fond-happy-treasured) reactions when he presented them to the others, they were a form of expression.

He would put hours of work into each carefully crafted art piece, his face scrunched up with the force of his (concentration-effort-patience) focus.

Heartfelt could occasionally be found sprawled out on the floor of the bio room, face turned upwards to face the light as though they were just as sustained by it as the rest of the plant life. They often dragged Noisy or Square in to lay down with them, but the first time Virgil had witnessed it, they’d been on their own and he’d assumed the worst: that they’d fallen and hurt themself, or fallen victim to one of the many toxic specimens in the room. He had worked himself into a panic that took them an embarrassingly long time to soothe, and immediately set about labeling the plants by level of danger.

Now, passing the bio room, it had become a habit to glance over and check for a Deathworlder stretched out amidst the leaves and UV lights, acting more plant than person.

Even Square had been coaxed from their standard position hunched over a display or graph in the nav room, their attention tangibly catching the moment Noisy and Heartfelt showed them the lab. They curiously inspected every inch of the space, poking through the instruments with varying levels of recognition and surveying the chemical and organic compounds in the storage cabinets with a bright glint in their eyes.

Virgil offered explanations the best he could, but the language barrier didn’t discourage them; if anything, they seemed almost delighted about the prospect of puzzling out the purpose or composition of each individual component.

Somehow, it was… nice.

The company was far different from what he was used to, and his instincts were still constantly set off by Deathworlder body language, but the trio was such a departure from what he’d initially expected from their infamous species that he’d found himself drawn into their orbit.

It didn’t help that the more Common they picked up, the more they spoke to him just for the sake of conversation, friendly and curious about nearly everything they saw.

It didn’t help that he’d taken to sleeping in their makeshift den room most shifts, far away enough that he felt the illusion of security, but more than close enough to see the way they spoke softly to each other and curled up together in sleep like fledglings.

It didn’t help that while Square was still stringent about guarding the nav room, Noisy and Heartfelt had, by all appearances, outright forgotten that Virgil was a hostage who needed to be closely supervised at all times.

He’d returned to his usual habit of wandering the ship’s halls when he couldn’t sleep, and even though it was technically a violation of one of their rules, Square had let the unsupervised pacing go uncommented on, apparently seeing the wisdom in Virgil’s decision to leave the other two’s rest undisturbed.

It was during one of these insomniac sessions that the ship was boarded.

The pirate vessel must have been cloaked, because its approach went entirely unnoticed by the autopilot sensors. If it weren’t for the very subtle vibrations it sent through the walls of his ship as it locked on to the side of it, Virgil may not have noticed the intrusion at all.

As it was, it took him far too long to understand exactly what kind of trouble he had waded into this time.

Raiders didn’t typically risk direct boarding other vessels in open space unless they were hugely profitable, often preferring to prey on those who stopped at fueling bays or cargo loading areas. Less risk of a hull breach or other catastrophic failure taking out their victims and them, that way. Virgil’s undersized little repurposed research vessel was hardly an ideal target, much less worth that much risk.

Half-convinced he’d imagined the tremors, he’d headed down the main hall to run a security check, and reached the loading bay just in time for his gaze to catch on the handle of one of the emergency jettison exit hatches, and watch it twist and yank open.

The moment he realized what was happening, he’d tried to bolt.

Unfortunately, these raiders seemed to be well-practiced in their profession, because the first thing to pass the mouth of the hatch was the muzzle of a paralyzer, and Virgil’s sprint towards the door turned into a painful collision with the ground, every muscle locked up in pain.

He lost a bit of time– Ampen were well known as one of the smallest spacefaring species, and paralyzers weren’t anything close to gentle even on the largest– and by the time he’d blinked his way back into the realm of mostly-conscious, the raid on his ship was already underway.

There were a few aliens still in the loading bay, mostly prying open cargo boxes and guarding their entrance, but most of them had delved further into the ship to search with the methodical viciousness raiders were known for. Even from here, Virgil could hear the distant crashing of things being destroyed as his home was upturned and sifted through for valuables.

It was hard to care about that, though, when he could feel the aethers of the closest raiders, and knew exactly how much (glee-want-satisfaction) greed they were saturated with.

The feelings were far too strong to be about the simple rewards pillaging a small cargo vessel would offer.

Someway, somehow, they had learned about the Humans onboard. That was their true target.

Virgil’s limbs were still mostly-numb, entirely useless to him. Panic hovered over him like a wave about to crash, only held at bay by his impotent fury at both the raiders and himself.

He couldn’t believe he’d darted for an exit so mindlessly, so predictably. He should have tried for the control panel instead, should have locked the loading bay doors and cut off the intrusion at its source, should have sought out Square the moment he had felt that first mild tremor.

Stars, Square was the only one even awake when he’d started his pacing. Virgil imagined Noisy and Heartfelt waking up at weaponpoint and was filled with hollow misery.

Deathworlders were powerful, sure, but unexpected ambushes could take down even the most dangerous opponents.

And his Humans had lost their hunted look. They’d found security in Virgil’s ship, and he dreaded watching them get caught because of it, that sense of safety stripped away.

When the raiders began trickling back in through the doorway, however, it was with empty hands and mutinous expressions. The room began to fill with (frustration-apprehension-irritation) tension thick enough that it almost overshadowed Virgil’s own stunned disbelief.

His ship was not large by any stretch of the word. All the escape pods were present and only accessible through the loading bay. Most importantly, three entire Humans were hard to miss, how had they simply… vanished?

The leader of the raiders seemed to be thinking along the same lines. He turned to Virgil with a displeased air about him, a twitch of his head directing one of his nearby underlings to hoist Virgil into the air by the scruff so that they were at eye level.

His body barely spasmed at his mental command to struggle, but his feathers fluffed out without conscious control, an automatic defense that was entirely useless at the moment. “Let… go, you… shithead,” he managed to wheeze out, his Common saturated with the whistling pitch of his home tongue.

The leader made a derisive-sounding chk-chk-chk in the back of his throat, stepping closer. “With an attitude like that, I’m even more surprised they kept you alive this long.”

“My ship,” Virgil said, straining to get his limbs to respond.

“Only as long as you’re the strongest one on it,” the leader replied, like classic raider scum. “You know what we want to know. I can’t imagine you’ve had a very pleasant stay here with those creatures.”

The only reason Virgil didn’t bristle more visibly was because his body wouldn’t let him. “Don’t know. What you’re talking about.”

“Come on, even a scrapped-together pile of junk like this has heat sensors, doesn’t it? Just give me admin access to the system, and we’ll be on our way.” The leader paused, and then leaned in a little closer, his voice coaxing but a silent threat in every motion. “This is an excellent opportunity for you, you know. We’ll leave you unharmed, with your ship securely back into your possession, free of any and all bloodthirsty intruders! All we need is a short moment of your cooperation.”

This close, all Virgil could sense was his aether. There wasn’t a single trace of trickery in it; his promise was genuine.

The offer was generous, considering who it was coming from. It was the smart choice to make, considering that Virgil had anticipated from the start that he would be a loose end to tie up the moment the Humans decided to leave his ship.

If he agreed, he could be saving his own life.

In exchange, he’d be sentencing his captors to be forced into working for– killing for raiders, locked into service against their will. And that was at best. At worst… they’d be subjected to the kind of black market horrors he’d only heard stories about.

Virgil tucked his chin down, a habit borrowed from Crav’n body language and a fairly common indicator of stubbornness in this quadrant. He made direct eye contact, intentional rudeness to compliment his next words. “I don’t… give starscourge pirates shit. Nobody on this ship… ‘cept me, anyhow.”

A ripple of mocking jeers spread through the gang surrounding him, and the leader shook his head with faux-pity. “Looks like we’ve got a liar on our hands. You think we just picked your ship randomly out of the ink, little guy? We’ve been tracking you for weeks. Ever since we checked the sec-cam footage from a conveniently-located fueling station and saw some very interesting stowaways slipping aboard this very vessel.”

Virgil’s antennae flattened back against his head, panic seeping in.

The leader whistled in a pathetic mockery of a soothing Ampen call. “Now, don’t get upset. You had to know someone would figure it out eventually, I mean, look at all this cargo. A bit strange that you abandoned all your latest deliveries with no warning, isn’t it? Unless you had something more valuable on board.”

He hadn’t been thinking about it. First, he’d been too grimly certain of his own death to worry about things like failed delivery fees, and then he’d assumed that wherever Square was headed, he was competent enough to keep suspicion off them.

“No more stalling.” A prompting shake jarred him from his growing desperation. “Admin access, birdy. Now.”

Virgil hissed lowly, jerking his head in the closest gesture he could get to a negative, and the leader’s impatience twisted abruptly into fury.

“Useless.” The hand holding Virgil up vanished without warning, the metal floor rising up to meet him. He reflexively tried to catch himself, but his arm barely jerked in response to his brain’s screaming signal, and when he landed, something gave way with a sickening snap.

He couldn’t have helped the high-pitched shriek of pain if he’d tried, and though the leader kept talking, he hardly caught any of the words.

He did catch the sound of the loading bay doors sliding open once more.

Surprise-excitement-fear jolted through the raiders, so overpowering Virgil was startled he hadn’t blacked out already.

“Well, if it isn’t exactly the beasts we’ve been looking for,” the leader said, and a frisson of worry-fear-desperation slid through Virgil before being overwhelmed by the pain and the aether once more. He tried to say something, a warning for– for someone important, but the words wouldn’t come, only a high, thin whistle to accompany each painful exhale.

“You hurt him,” someone said. The voice sounded like Heartfelt, but it couldn’t be them. They’d never spoken with such a flat numbness to their words.

“My crew is one of the most feared in the entire quadrant,” the leader replied, his pride blooming like one of Janus’s deadlier flowers. “Those who defy us don’t live long to tell the tale.”

“Similar things have been said about us,” a cool voice responded. That was Square, wasn’t it? “And yet, you still boarded our vessel.”

“This can hardly be called a proper ship for creatures as powerful as you,” the leader said, radiating enough amusement to soothe his crew’s unease. “Bigger and better accommodations is the least I’ll be able to offer you as your new employer.”

There were large steps, slow and unobtrusive, making their way towards where he lay.

That seemed important, but his attention slipped away anyhow. His mind felt thick and cloudy with aether overexposure, each thought made distant and disconnected by the pain.

“Employer,” Square echoed. “This is your idea of a job offer.”

Their voice was different, too. Icy and carefully-controlled, the way it had been back when they’d first boarded his ship. Virgil felt his feathers– why were they so extended– ruffle in quiet apprehension.

Why were they mad? Had he broken a rule?

“You’re lucky,” the leader was saying, “most crews would see you as mindless beasts, and try to put you down for parts or sell you as entertainment. I’m on the sharper side of the blade: if you’re clever enough to speak, you have enough of a mind to take orders.”

They were being hired? Oh. That was why Square sounded like that.

They were leaving, so they had to get rid of Virgil.

Those steps, again, accompanied by a shadow falling over him. The crowd around him shrank away, taking their amalgamation of rough-edged (fear-anticipation-eagerness) aether with them.

In comparison, Heartfelt’s (desolate-tender-resolved) familiar presence felt like a down-fluff blanket against his mind, and he relaxed slightly despite himself. He tried to greeting-chirp at them, and the noise came out strangely.

“We’ll have to get rid of that one,” the leader said. “He’s a stubborn thing, and not the sort of witness that’ll play witless when questioned about raiders. We wouldn’t want the authorities to come sniffing around and find someone like him, would we?”

There was the barest tremor in Heartfelt’s hands as they delicately wrapped around his sides, lifting him slowly into a hold that could almost be called a cradle. They were careful to avoid jostling his arm, their eyes growing alarmingly wet at the sight of the snapped bone.

No matter how hard he tried, Virgil couldn’t hold onto his fear. He was too relieved, the specifics of why he’d been worried in the first place escaping him. The Humans weren’t in danger, after all. They needed Virgil gone, but Heartfelt was gentle, and they would be quick about it.

He could see Square, now, as Heartfelt returned to their side. Their body was rigid with tension, but they weren’t looking at him. Virgil’s antennae flattened back in consternation. There was something strange about seeing the both of them side by side.

“Thank you for your time,” Square said. “Unfortunately, we will not be accepting the offered position at this time.”

Their voice was low and measured. Next to them, Heartfelt was entirely silent, their eyes scrunched firmly shut. Something about the quiet…

“What–,” the leader spluttered, only to be cut off by Square whistling, three short but piercing bursts of sound.

Where was Noisy?

In the next heartsbeat, everyone was plunged into an all-encompassing darkness, as though someone had flipped every light breaker switch on the mainframe all at once. The hum of the ship’s electrical grid cut off, leaving a short stretch of dead silence.

Humans could still move fairly well in the dark, Virgil remembered idly. Even better with a warning.

His consciousness finally dropped away as the first screams started.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #humans are deathworlders #tktsaaiw #to know that song and all its words #ampen virgil #ts virgil #ts logan #ts patton #ts roman #my writing #writing #reverse wibar

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jokingmisfit · 2 years

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Bro, I told my therapist that I write a lot of stories. I made a mistake and told them how sometimes my writing reflects my mental state... Now they want me to bring some into to share! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GROW THE BALLS TO BRING IN X READER FAN FICTION TO MY THERAPIST!? WHAT HAVE I DONE!? WHAT DO I DO!?

#fanfic writer #funny #supernatural x reader #batman x reader #hannibal x reader #reverse flash x reader #markiplier egos x reader #sanders sides x reader #dr.strange x reader #wtf is wrong with me #why is this my life #how do i fix this!??!#WHAT DO I DO #HELP ME PLEASE #fan fiction writer #writer problems

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xts-reverse-bangx · 11 months

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Thomas Sanders Reverse Big Bang 2024!

Welcome!

What is it?

A reverse bang is quite similar to a regular bang, but it's done in reverse!

But let's start from the top:

A big bang is a Fandom event where artists and writers are paired up, the writers make a story based, typically a longer one, and the artists then choose form the story summarkes to get paired up and make works for that story!

A reverse bang instead has the artists make an art piece and then the writers get paired up to write something inspired by it!

This one is specifically for all things Thomas Sanders releted!

Event tag: #Ts-Reverse-Bang2024

Important Dates:

(dates are written day/month/year)

Mod sign ups: 15/6/'23 to 15/7/'23

Artist and writer sign ups: 30/8/'23 to 7/1/'24

Scavenger and Beta sign ups: 30/8/'23 to 17/2/'24

Big bang goes live: July 1st 2024

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Please leave any additional questions in the inbox! Hope you'll join!

#Ts-Reverse-Bang2024 #Sander sides #fandom event #roleslaying with roman #Rswr #cartoon therapy #thomas sanders

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lovelycatdraws · 2 years

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Brrrrrrrrrrrrr

Reverse Wibar @delimeful

Design for Ampeln Virgil heavily inspired by @ax3-e0ns ‘s fanart

#wibar fanart #reverse Wibar fanart #sanders sides au #fanart #fanart of fanfic #fanart of fanart of fanfic #Ampen virgil

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fedoraphe · 2 years

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☆ Day 6 of @moceit-appreciation-week; Magic/Role-Reversal ☆

May I, perhaps, offer a... (Technically) Reversed Good Omens AU? ;)

[ + bonus comic under the cut]

(THAT scene but dramatized.)

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hyperfixated-homo · 1 year

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its thinking about reverse!sides hours

#sanders sides #yknow the ones where the light sides become dark sides and vise versa?#ye #im. always thinking about reverse logan #at all times #or any variation of dark side logan #he takes up 90% of my thoughts #also. darkside!patton. yeah im a little bit obsessed w/ that rn #which is funny because on one hand #im such a big fan of sympathetic logan that i want him to be mean and tell the others just how much they hurt him #and on the OTHER hand #im a big fan of UNSYMP patton being manipulative and sly #and somehow that manifests in me liking both of them as dark sides #so thats fun #and! im also thinking about reverse janus #just. so much mom energy

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mythrianalpha · 1 year

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Shoutout to fever brain for giving me one of the funniest meet-cute-esque ideas. I think the context was Remus seeing a nervous Janus in Picani’s waiting room and trying to make him feel better, and Picani wondering why his next meeting hasn’t shown up despite being checked in. Totally works if ‘too incredulous to feel anxiety’ counts as a success, though I imagine most initial interactions with remus feel like getting hit with a frying pan.

“Everything alright out here?”

“We locked eyes and he saw the truth. He simply could not handle his own accursed swaglessness in the face of my fly vibes. That’s okay though; the true swag is all the branded shit we’re gonna steal from the mall at 5.”

“Did you just call me fucking swagless and invite me shoplifting?”

#sanders sides #ts remus #ts janus #ts emile #tw swearing #dukeceit #demus #platonic dukeceit #platonic demus #could be either but they’re def doin crimes later #5 is just after remuss appointment if Janus wants to loiter nearby #which I guess is some flavor of polite?#‘if you’re here we’ll hang out but I’m gonna be occupied if you wanna leave without having to reject it’#id lose my shit if someone called me swagless there’s no pre built response to that #picani doesn’t want to encourage crimes #but also this is the most positive interaction he’s ever seen remus have soooooo #side note: I think my meds are working in reverse cause I have Everything open and I’m doing Every task but none are connected #usually I can stick to one but I am just slowly progressing through five at once

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bilgisticallykosher · 2 years

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Leisure Importance Maintains Everyone

Words: 1,846

Warnings: Mentions of sad pasts all around, brief concern of having lost the children, brief fire. It's totally fine don't worry about it.

Thank you to Andromeda/Jam on discord for fielding my questions on age, if they're not acting age appropriate then it's artistic license.

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My masterpost | AO3 | My discord

For @delimeful please read his works! There's wibar, teoba, and reverse teoba, which is as of yet unpublished, but very beloved already.

Virgil gets a self-care day.

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Virgil had been having a rough day. A rough couple of days. A rough week. A few rough months-

Virgil had had a rough life.

Yeah, yeah, boo hoo, everyone's got problems. Just your normal everyday typical emo teenage angst, right? Well, not that he was a teenager anymore, but there certainly wasn't anything normal, everyday, or typical about his situation.

He guessed it was even harder to fit in with people when you were kidnapped into space to be harvested for bodily fluids in a universe where almost every alien you met thought you were a bloodthirsty killing machine except for the three toddlers you'd come across and subsequently adopted when you'd escaped the smuggler's ship.

It was hard raising kids. Especially with all the language, culture, and species barriers that they all had. But he couldn't say it wasn't rewarding. At least, sometimes. It would eventually be really rewarding once they got past the terrible twos (or the frustrating fours, or the fearsome fives, or the stressful sixes, or-) but they were still cute little kids. He was just wildly unprepared for this, or any, sort of child-rearing.

But they were still cute little kids. They loved asking him about himself, especially Logan, about how things worked for humans, how it was on his planet, and he steadfastly ignored the pangs he got in his heart when he spoke about home. Logan had told him about the vidi thing that Ulgorii had, Virgil still thought of it as mind reading, but he was too young to be able to use it, so Virgil would often draw an approximation in the dirt, or sing his favorite songs. Sometimes they'd understand, sometimes they'd just be more confused.

Every time Logan would 'mind weave' and Virgil would wind up flapping his hands with him, which would get Roman going with his baby scales rattling and tail wagging, and they'd all be stimming. Except for Patton who was usually in the baby carrying pouch, but he still wiggled along with them. Virgil cracked a smile at the thought.

The thing was, he'd really been exhausted lately. He was ready to nap for about three and a half years. And then wake up from that to go right to sleep. And while that had basically been his personality before, although with more glaring and intimidation, but fatherhood had really taken its toll on him. He still got that warm feeling when they each called him dad. Or signed it. Or did that specific trill-chirp. Or called him what he'd figured out meant the equivalent of 'adult figure that holds significance in my life.'

He was getting distracted. Another result of his being overwhelmed and tired. And the thing about that was, he thinks they'd been noticing. Their questions had shifted from general (yes, human babies absolutely wear leashes, now please get in your harness and stop trying to headbutt everything) to specific (what do you like to do, how do humans relax, what makes you less angry-sad?) And he hated that. They were kids, they shouldn't know that he was feeling any sort of negative emotion. Especially when 'angry human' meant so much more here than it did on Earth. It took him so long to gain their trust and see them relax and open up, he wouldn't do anything to screw that up. Not after everything they'd gone through. He didn't want them to have to be afraid of anything anymore.

He sighed, getting up from his bed with a series of grunts and groans from him, and a series of creaks and other noises from his body itself. Okay, time to make things right, and pretend he was a functional human father. He exited his room, to see who was up, and was greeted with the sound of silence. This could have just been the kids sleeping, but there were usually Patton's light whistles, Roman's purring, and Logan's light clacking of limbs to go along with it. But it was silent.

Virgil broke into a cold sweat just barely after he broke into a run. He got to their room, but it was as empty as he had heard it. He looked in the common room, the bathrooms, the kitchen, but still nothing. He dashed outside, not even putting on his jacket in his distress, and then-

There they were. Huddled together over something, whispering to each other. They looked fine. Whole, un-harmed, and it looked like they were happy, too, going by Patton's little chirp giggles, Roman's slowly wagging tail, and Logan's relaxed arms. He let himself exhale, if only because he needed to inhale if he was going to tell them off for giving him a heart attack. He got halfway there when Roman gave a yelp.

"No!" Virgil blinked, and halted where he was, suddenly nervous again. "You can't be out here yet!" Roman gave a tiny little glare at him. Okay, he was…angry at him for some reason? "Go back to sleep!" Roman pointed back towards the ship, revealing his teeth in a human smile, which he knew in this case was supposed to be an intimidation factor. Virgil's lips twitched. He was like an angry kitten. Logan sighed.

"He's up already, there's no reason to make him go back." His arms began moving slightly, but Virgil couldn't tell what emotion he was conveying yet. He turned to Virgil, "Welcome to your rest day. We hope you find it," Logan considered for a moment, "restful," he concluded.

"We set this up for you!" Roman's posture changed completely, sitting proud, chest puffed out, chin up. "It's so you can have a day to relax!"

"'Lax!" Patton chimed in, making an excited flapping motion with his arms.

"I," Virgil was dumbfounded. He felt frozen, taken completely off-guard, but in a good way. But then he remembered he had kids looking at him, waiting for his response. "Really?" He gave a small smile, genuine, and started to walk closer. "What did you set up?"

"We've got a place for you to get clean, even though it doesn't fizz," Roman started, "and we're gonna walk on you to message your back," Virgil blinked at the English, trying to figure out what they meant from the context.

"I forgot the human word," Logan read his expression. "The one where you get your body punched?" Virgil tried not to laugh.

"A massage?" Logan nodded, and then it hit him, and suddenly repressing a laugh wasn't so hard anymore. He couldn't believe they had put all this thought and effort into making him-

"And we've got stinky stuff that we lit on fire!" Roman happily added.

"You what?!" Logan gestured to the back of the ship, mouth open to explain, but Virgil was already running towards it, some odd concoction of smells finally making its way into his nostrils. He went for the apparatus meant to clean off the outside of the ship (it was basically a hose), aiming it at what appeared to be some of Virgil's favorite fruits from the ship's fridge, along with some flowers that were now burnt beyond recognition. Homemade incense, he realized, slightly hysterical.

"... food that you liked, because we hy-poth-e-sized that you would enjoy the scent of them as well," Logan's voice drifted his way and he released the water mechanism, walking back over while it retracted back. "Also, we added-"

"How did you get that on fire." He not quite asked, slightly more hysterical, eye twitching. Logan brightened, ears standing up as high as he'd seen them when happy.

"We're resourceful!" Virgil wheezed out the breath he'd been holding, and he continued on. "We also have a fun book for you to read," he gestured at what looked like an enormous textbook, which for Logan probably was fun.

"And this planet doesn't have any clouds to watch, but we thought you could watch Patton!" Roman gestured to the tiny ampen, who raised his arms in response, beginning to toddle around Virgil at his top speed of still-pretty-slow.

"I cloud!" He exclaimed.

"We can make it more like how they really are if you'd like," Logan offered, "Roman is strong enough to throw him into the air." Patton struck a pose while Roman lifted his arms.

"No, don't-"

"And you can preen your face how you like, after your cleansing," Logan continued, unaware of the horrifying mental images Virgil was experiencing.

"Pree' pree'!" Patton was still running, "pree' like ampen!" Virgil was trying to keep it together, knowing he was failing, and he gestured to whatever it was that Roman and Logan were huddled around.

"What is this?"

"Well, you said you enjoyed adding pigment to your," Roman wiggled his fingers, "your claws?"

"Nails," Logan offered.

"Yeah! Nails." He stepped away from the huddle and saw a bunch of purple flora native to the current planet they were on.

"They're probably poisonous," and Virgil already opened his mouth, "but I can touch them without problem," Logan was quick to assure him, "which means you'll probably be okay." He was getting emotional, overwhelmed as he was with all the concern and planning they'd clearly been doing. How much they cared about him.

"We were trying to crush them so you could color them," Roman informed him, "because they're your favorite color." And his eyes spilled over with the tears that he couldn't hold back anymore. Roman gasped.

"You are experiencing cry!" Logan declared, alarmed, and Patton stopped running, looking at his face, fluff settling in worry. And Virgil choked out a laugh.

"Did we do something bad? We're sorry, we can make it good again!" Roman looked distressed, scales and tail raised, and Virgil shook his head, smiling.

"No, it's-" he sobbed out another laugh, "sometimes humans do this when they're happy." Roman physically lowered his defenses, and everyone looked confused and wary. "And right now I'm very, very happy." They all perked up again, Patton re-fluffing. "Thank you. Thank you all, so, so much." He looked at Roman, "thank you," he looked at Logan, "thank you," he looked at Patton, "thank you."

He crouched down, eyes still damp, and held out his arms, not intimidating, just offering. "Hug time?" Patton immediately flew into him, Roman slowly, as if he still weren't sure if he was actually happy, joined, and even Logan came in at the edges, lightly touching each of them with one of his arms.

Yeah. Unexpected fatherhood was definitely worth it.

(Later when he acquiesced to the 'bubble bath spa day' as he mentally called it, he found himself on the receiving end of the high pressured ship hose, knocking him into the ground as Patton rolled across the terrain proclaiming his status as a cloud, while Roman and Logan badly serenaded him.

"When I was! A small child! My adult figure that holds significance in my life! Took me to a highly populated area! To observe a musical group which traveled on foot!"

Worth it, he reminded himself with barely a grimace.)

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#lime chapter #one shot chapter #delimeful #reverse teoba #sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #kid au #alien au #my stories

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stillebesat · 1 year

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The city had been on edge for a week now. It was hard to believe. A week since their greatest superhero, Vigilance, had fallen.

Caught between mourning for the death of their greatest protector and the knowledge that there were no other heroes strong enough to keep the villains in check, the city could only brace itself for total chaos.

Yet none came.

The villains were suspiciously...absent. Crime had fallen to an all time low.

But the city couldn’t breathe easy. How could they when the cost of peace had been Vigilance’s death? No, they mourned. Mourned the loss of Vigilance even as they arranged for his funeral, made preparations for the millions of people who would be coming from all over the world to pay their respects. There was no time to wonder about the conspicuous absence of Vigilance greatest foes.

Until they showed up at the Burial.

The mayor was the first to see them. Her impassioned farewell speech to their hero as they prepared to place his casket into the mausoleum, cut off abruptly as she gasped, her usually rosy complexion going pale as she gasped. “You.”

“Us.” A familiar commanding voice rang out, sending a chill through the audience as the one called Tyrant strolled down the aisle. His red and gold cloak fluttering behind him, his golden crown gleaming on his head. Behind him, trailing white flags in a symbol of peace.

#stillesnippets #Sanders Sides #Virgil Sanders #Roman Sanders #reverse hero AU #concept was Virgil the hero dies #and the other sides (all villains) eventually end up becoming heroes to fill the void Virgil left behind #stilleideas #Superhero AU

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moonlit-flowerfield · 2 years

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@starshard17 and I joke around a lot about things.

Those thing just happen to become lore 70% of the time.

Rom is a slut

Because angels are big on one sleep partner only.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #remy sleep sanders #sanders sides au #reverse angel/demon au #angel/demon au #Intruality #logince

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yourmypenguin · 2 years

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Okay, so I just spent the last hour bingimg your Reversed Sides AU tag, and this scenario is banging against my brain to be let out:

R!Roman witnessing R!Virgil being badass while defeating the Ink Blot Monsters. Maybe this happens during an argument between Roman and Remus and Virgil doesn't have time to put on his hazmat suit before going BEAST MODE on those blots. Ink smearing like blood on Virgil's face and clothes while he attacks the monsters with a breathtaking amount of confidence and roaring fire. The way Virgil shines so bright and the determination infused into his being makes Roman get tunnel vision and only focus on him, song lyrics rattling around his brain begging to be written down. Virgil finishes off the monster with a flourish (bc he noticed Roman watching him and wants to show off) and lands in a superhero pose, Commence Goth!Roman Gay Panic™

Listen listen i love your brain my friend i love it, so here's a little something something based on yours truly coolest idea.

and i always love the idea of Virgil being the protector out of all the sides so much, you can totally tell i have a thing for knight virgil as a concept if you follow some of my stuff lol, and heyyy welcome to reversed sides, glad you've been enjoying it!

#myart #sander sides #thomas sanders #sander sides fanart #fan art #reversed sides au #roman sanders #virgil sanders #ts roman #ts virigl #prinxiety #apologies i took up a job and now i work pretty much full time and tired all the time so that explains the inactivity

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dspite · 2 years

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Sanders Sides AU

Okay so, I’m thinking sort-of-Reverse-Isekai, in which Thomas is just like Canon c!Thomas minus having started Sanders Sides (all his other works up to and including Roleslaying exist, just not TSS), but the sides are characters from various games he’s played that just APPEAR in his apartment one day.

The only thing they all have in common (besides them all bearing a striking resemblance to C!Thomas once they’re turned into real people and no longer bound to their respective games’ graphical limitations,) is that each of them was his favorite character from each game they came from (meaning no two came from the same game, not even Roman and Remus.)

Details for each boi under the cut.

Roman Game genre: 2D Roguelite with platforming elements (Think Dead Cells but with Odin Sphere: Leifthrasir’s drop-dead gorgeous artstyle)

* Roman is one of the only two named by Thomas rather than by his own game, since his game has the player “name the spellbound prince” to act as their save file name. * Thomas used to play his game a LOT but stopped largely due to an endgame difficulty spike after unlocking about 3/4ths of all the equipment/skills in the game. He does still do Daily Challenge runs since there’s no real pressure to beat them, though. * Roman doesn’t know Thomas stopped trying in earnest to complete the main story, interpreting him only playing once per day as Thomas choosing to pace himself in their never-ending quest to bring an end to the Dragonwitch’s terrible reign once and for all. * When Roman Reverse-Isekais into Thomas’s apartment, he has (and is stuck with) the starting loadout from that day’s Challenge and his base stats (low for him, but is still stronger, faster, and more agile than normal humans). * Has a Katana as his melee weapon that materializes in his hand out of thin air and disappears if he lets go of it. Coincidentally, this katana was the last melee weapon Thomas was able to unlock in the main game before the insurmountable difficulty spike that made him stop. * Has a red Magic Tome as his ranged weapon... which he throws at his targets and explodes on contact like an extra-touchy grenade. * Yes, this was how it was used in the game, too, with flavor text advising the player to “Throw the book at ‘em!” appearing on screen when the Magic Tome is picked up. (This pun is Patton-Approved.) * Has a “Summon Warhound” skill that summons wolfdog familiars for two minutes per pupper (it disappears with a puff of glittery smoke and a happy “arf!” when its time is up). * Since “Summon Warhound” is only level one (because, again, it’s a starting loadout), Roman can only summon warhound puppies. Literally no one has any complaints about this. * The vast majority of his confidence stemmed from the fact that, as a Roguelite Player Character, he basically had infinite lives. He tries not to let the fear of realizing that he might not have infinite lives anymore now that he’s “real” (and that he has no idea what to do with himself now) show. Logan Game Genre: Exercise and Health Tracker Phone app disguised as a Mobile Rhythm Game that can be synched to most consoles/TVs

* Thomas first downloaded Logan’s app game when he learned someone had made a map of one of his songs in it, with the intention of recording a video (trying to) dance to it. * He ended up continuing to use play it on a semi-regular basis since it was a decent workout, as well as boasting a user-friendly and visually pleasing daily planner interface and synch with one’s Spotify account without needing to open or even install the other app. * Logan as he appears in-app in-game is a “Cyborganic” entity (read: alien cyborg) who wants the user’s player’s help to “learn more about human kinesiology through the seemingly universal medium of music and dance”, and is there to announce the score/rank at the end of each song and act as the Settings/Help/Contact-The-Devs button in the main menu. * He doesn’t have any one favorite genre of music, but he likes when the percussion and bassline is especially audible so hip-hop, rap, and a lot of EDM subgenres are up there. * Despite having a flawless sense of rhythm, his own sense of time is somewhat dubious and he compulsively checks the watch built into his wrist every five or so minutes. * Despite the phone part of his app game including a drop-down menu for tracking one’s carbs, calories, etc., he’s the only one whose game never included an image/animation of Logan himself consuming any kind of food or drink, causing him to pass out from hunger a few days after getting Reverse-Isekai’d because he didn’t realize he needs to eat now, too. * Has had a similar learning curve with pretty much anything involving his personal hygiene and sleep patterns, due to only really paying attention to Thomas’s needs up until now. * Crofter’s was just shy of a religious experience for him. Adding Crofter’s to any meal is a guaranteed way to ensure he’ll remember to eat at regular intervals, even if it’s a flavor that clashes with whatever it’s spread on. Everyone up to and including Remus finds his eating habits concerning, but they’re all just relieved he’s remembering to eat at all. * Logan is realistic enough to know he wouldn’t be able to get a typical job (not least of all because of the obvious glowing, non-organic parts of his body that can’t be easily hidden), so instead he contributes by keeping the apartment tidy and trying to keep helping Thomas stay on schedule.

Patton Game Genre: Animal-rearing mobile game For All Ages

* Patton’s game was actually released for every conceivable platform including mobile when it came out, but never saw a physical release. * Thomas downloaded Patton’s game after accidentally tapping an ad for it that popped up in Logan’s app game while he was picking a song one day. * The gimmick of the game that sets it apart is that all the animals are all plush versions of their real-life counterparts, allowing for more exotic creatures to be raised together and no worries about them dying (and them all being roughly the same size). * It’s basically the OG Viva Piñata game but without whacking the colorful not-real animals with a shovel. * The cushy critters can get sick or hurt from playing too rough with the others, though, which is why Doctor Patton is in the game “to help you kiddos patch ‘em up, good as new!” * Can pull out a seemingly infinite amount of custom-patterned fabric, stuffing, and other sewing supplies from his “Patch-Up Pack” (or “PUP”), a brown cross-body bag with a flap shaped like a dog’s face with a pastel blue heart-shaped nose. * Patton actually has a surprising amount of genuine first-aid knowledge for both animals and humans for reasons unknown, along with the expected sewing talent. The prevailing theory is it’s because the background of his in-game office does have a doctorate in... something... hanging on the wall, they just don’t know what exactly it’s for, not even Patton. * That said, since it was an edutainment game for kids he’d never seen blood before getting Reverse-Isekai’d, so he nearly fainted the first time he did (it was a very minor wound on Roman from the prince being reckless). * Affectionately calls Logan his “roomie” since Thomas has both their games on his phone (unlike all the others’ which are exclusive to console/PC). * He’s trying to build his emotional resistance to seeing icky things in the hopes of becoming a real-life vet so he can help earn his keep, and had Thomas help him get himself set up to sell crafts and custom rolls of fabric online in the meantime. Virgil Game Genre: Classic kid-friendly 3D Platforming Collect-A-Thon Game

* Virgil’s game wasn’t actually his game. It was actually for yet another cartoonish animal mascot like the vast majority of other 3D Platforming Collect-A-Thons. * Virgil was presented as a villain in the game he debuted in, constantly stymieing the player character’s progress by way of boss/miniboss fights, but the reveal at the end that the Big Bad had magically enslaved him to use his power for her own nefarious means (and the player character being Actually Kind Of Obnoxious) caused Thomas to like Virgil more than any other character in the game. * In the sequel Virgil is on the heroes’ side and even occasionally playable, but since Thomas never played it due it being released on a console he never had, the Virgil that got Reverse-Isekai’d was the version from the Very Final Secret Ending cutscene of the first game. * That said, “Virgil’s” game is the only one out of all of them That Thomas actually 104% completed (hence earning the Very Final Secret Ending). The others’ games all either don’t have an actual end (Logan’s, Patton’s, Janus’s), or Thomas just hasn’t reached the end yet (Roman’s and Remus’s). * Roman Definitely Isn’t Salty About This at all. * Neither Is Remus. * Logan fully admits to being Salty About This, if only because the idea of a game being 104% completable in the first place gives him agita. * Patton is only Salty that the game would refuse to give His New Son a home until 104% completion. * The one thing Virgil and Roman invariably agree on is that reptilian witches kinda-sorta-really suck, and they’ve had more than one actual serious discussion about somehow “sneaking” Virgil into Roman’s game so they can fight the Dragonwitch together. * They do not know how they’re going to make this happen, but they will, just you wait and see! (Thomas is Tired but glad they’re getting along now at least.) * Virgil has wings growing out from his hips with jet black feathers on top and purple (and sparkly when he’s excited) pinfeathers on the bottom. Feathers aren’t all grown in enough for flight, but he can glide with them. * Virgil has bug summoning magic with the species he gets being based on his moods, but without the Big Bad powering him up he can’t make them any bigger than palm-sized (he doesn’t mind this, since who needs a bus-sized roly-poly in the real world, anyway?) * Since the music in his game would always either fade out to silence whenever his character was on screen talking to the player or change to just a persistent ominous droning noise during cutscenes with the Big Bad, Virgil had no concept of music before meeting Logan, who is all too happy to help Virgil expand and curate his very own playlist. Janus/“Dealer” Game Genre: Gambling Minigame from a (less-than-stellar and now-defunct) Turn-Based Strategy MMO (think Mafia City but urban fantasy)

* The only one to name himself after being Reverse-Isekai’d (and after doing a bit of research to find something he found fitting for himself). * Janus’s game of origin was your standard free-to-play city management game, and his minigame was a deceptively complex-looking but really simple-and-fun-to-actually-play card game (called “Liars and Crooks” in-game) that used tarot cards instead of a regular set and could be played up to five times a day. * Janus Totally Doesn’t Resent his creators for not having the decency to give him a name like they did for all the inconsequential NPCs that did nothing but aimlessly wander back and forth along the streets Thomas’s little in-game town, Nor Is He A Little Bitter towards his fellow former-game-characters for having had fully-rigged models as opposed to his mere couple-dozen static sprites and handful of gold-framed text boxes and yellow word bubbles. * Janus is also Not At All deeply touched that a large part of why Thomas kept coming back to the browser game even after the other elements of the game lost their luster was specifically him, his minigame, and his witty banter peppered throughout each game. Nope. No tummy-butterflies of pure, flattered elation. None At All. * Suddenly having the ability to move around smoothly and also having access to a full range of motion instead of the aforementioned couple-dozen poses was Definitely Not something he had to get used to. He has never once tripped over his own feet due to not having walked before appearing in Thomas’s apartment and Does Not Fear The Stairs, the others are all just Lying To You. Yup. All Lies. * Has four arms, and in spite of himself he often finds himself settling into his default sprite’s pose of fiddling with the brim of his bowler hat with his upper left one, petting the “head” of his black-and-gold snake cane with his lower right, and shuffling his deck of cards with the remaining two, all while insisting his finding comfort in returning to the pose he spent years stuck in Doesn’t Bother Him. * In this AU Janus’s mouth and eyes are Like That on both sides of his face, and while his scales are also similarly evenly distributed, they’re mostly very dark green on his left and a pale-enough shade of yellow on his right that you’d be forgiven for not noticing those ones right away. * Still not quite trusted by Roman or Virgil Because Reptile Features. * Adored by Patton and fascinating to Logan Because Reptile Features. * Regularly receives (and Politely Declines) offers of a sexual nature from Remus Because Reptile Features. * He can also still generate the yellow speech bubbles (though sadly not the gold-framed text boxes) when he wants someone to actually pay attention to what he’s saying, and being hit with one kind of feels like an inflatable beach ball bouncing off of you (not painful, but certainly enough to get your attention.) * Trying to do his part in helping their harried host make ends meet with so many new roommates, but is stymied by the whole “independent gambling is illegal in Florida and also no one in the Real World knows how to play Liars And Crooks” thing. * In spite of this, he has started hosting No-Stakes Game Nights with the whole famILY after Logan expressed curiosity in the minigame Thomas found engaging enough to ignore the entire rest of the base game just to play, and the two ended up concocting a “multiplayer” version of Liars And Crooks.

Remus Game Genre: Action RPG with Real-Time Strategy elements

* Like Janus and Virgil, Remus was not the player character in his game of origin, but unlike them, he (or at least a version of him) was on the game’s title screen and an ally of the player’s from the start (and spoiler alert, the player’s only ally by the end). * The game was basically a shameless, cheaper knockoff of the Overlord game series. * Thomas played it to see if he could try to be villainous (if only in the game’s context), and ended up sympathising with the player character’s most loyal minion (whom he named “Remus”) and trying to “do right by him” by getting him interesting, unique cosmetics and trying to keep Remus from (inevitably) getting himself hurt. * Due to his intended role in the game of being a living target for the player character to practice weapons and spells on, Remus is actually unkillable even in the real world, just casually reattaching his body parts whenever they’re severed (or rather, when them being Not Attached becomes An Inconvenience). * Remus is why the Sanders Household now has a rule that I Don’t Care Who Caused It, If It Spills From Your Body, You Clean It Up. * He changes into a maid outfit to Clean Up His Messes. Thomas does not own a maid outfit. There was no maid outfit asset in Remus’s or any of the other’s games. No One knows where the maid outfit came from and Everyone is afraid to ask. * He’ll never say it aloud, but Roman actually finds Remus retaining his indestructibility somewhat reassuring, though not enough so to risk his own (possibly sole remaining) life to find out if his resilience followed him into the real world as well. * Despite superficial appearances of a Just A Dude with a sweet moustache and a sickass green-and-black getup, Remus is not a human, even in the context of his game of origin. * Remus has no bones except the one in his pants. His “skeleton” is really just a series of extra-sturdy muscles that he keeps clenched to stay more-or-less upright. If he relaxes he’s basically Uncle Boneless from Cow & Chicken. * “Boneless Remus” is viscerally Upsetting to everyone... except for Patton, to the others’ surprise, who has literally spent his whole life up ‘til now helping care for invertebrates anyway and thinks nothing of just picking Remus up and setting him down somewhere he won’t trip anyone. * Despite everything, Remus is 100% loyal to Thomas by programmed-in “nature” and will Reign It In if the situation is serious enough to warrant it. * That said, Remus is 100% loyal to Thomas by “nature” and will introduce anyone who dares to seriously threaten him in any way to a world of pain beyond mortal breadth and ken.

Anywho, that’s all I got for now!

#sanders sides #sanders sides au #Reverse-Isekai AU #Might expand upon and/or write something for all this later but who even knows.#I'm only just now realizing I coincidentally gave Roman the same anxiety as Puss In Boots half a year before Last Wish came out

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