#rosleep

[oliversdumbshit]

Sanders Sides Incorrect Quote #3

Virgil: So, what's it like living with Remy? Roman: He once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter." Virgil: ... Roman: I love him so much.

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #ts sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #ts virgil #roman sanders #ts roman #rosleep #romanxsleep #romanxremy #sanders sides incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect sanders sides #ship incorrect quotes

[prodigal-explorer]

rosleep is deadass so underrated

two dramatic yassified loudmouths

but one who’s all bark (roman)

and one who actually has a lil bite (remy)

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #tss #roman sanders #sanders sides fandom #remy sanders #rosleep

[tastic-in-its-finest]

These three would totally gossip around each other

#sanders sides #roman sanders #janus sanders #remy sanders #roceit #rosleep #desleep #poly ship #just a couple of lads enjoying starbucks #remyroceit

[monkeythefander]

Rosleepceit/Rodesleep Headcannons❤️🤎💛

I’ve been posting mostly fanart since 2024 started, so here’s my first set of headcannons for 2024.

Content Warnings: Food/Drink mention (specifically coffee and tea). Let me know if I missed anything in the comments and I’ll update this.

Ship: Rosleepceit/Rodesleep (Roman x Remy x Janus)

- Janus is a morning person, so he is the first one awake every day out of the three. Because he’s the first one awake, Janus always prepared coffee for Remy, and tea for Roman.

- Remy lets Janus wear his jacket a lot since Janus gets cold easily, and also because Remy thinks Janus looks adorable in the jacket. The jacket is a bit big on Janus because he’s shorter than Remy.

- The three of them have karaoke nights every Friday. Roman always picks Disney or musical theater songs, and will have his boyfriends join him for duets.

- Roman created a cafe in the imagination so Remy can get coffee from there whenever he pleases.

- Before they started dating, Roman liked to wear Janus’ hat and Remy’s sunglasses when they weren’t around. The creative side found the items very stylish but knew Janus and Remy didn’t like parting with the items. But when the three men started dating and Roman revealed he’d been borrowing their hat and sunglasses, Janus and Remy weren’t too upset and told Roman that he could wear their accessories sometimes. Janus and Remy agreed because they thought their boyfriend would look adorable in their hat and sunglasses. The two men were also flattered that Roman thought their chosen accessories were stylish.

- After they have been dating for a few months, Roman gets matching pajamas for himself and his boyfriends.

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

-Monkey💜

#sanders sides #sanders sides headcannons #roman sanders #janus sanders #remy sanders #rosleepceit #rodesleep #roceit #sleepceit #rosleep #roman x remy x janus #romanxjanusxremy #roman x janus #roman x remy #remy x janus

[werewroammin]

#sanders sides #cartoon therapy #roman sanders #logince #royality #roceit #prinxiety #creativitwins #romile #rosleep #romas

[romansleftshoulderpad]

Hey!! Do you like Roman angst?? Do you like stories with multiple ships?? Do you want to see a story that covers the ups and downs of trauma recovery? Do you want to see Roman suffer?

Consider checking out my fic Welcome to the Life of Electra Heart ! It’s a multi chapter fic where every chapter is a different song off the Electra Heart album by MARINA.

It’s a long form hurt/comfort fic and the first three chapters are already out both here and on A03! (Links to be included in a reblog to avoid pissing off the Tumblr God)

#Welcome to the Life of Electra Heart #WLEH au #EH au #sanders sides au #sanders sides fic #roman stans #Prince Roman #ts Roman #ts Princey #ts Creativity #tss Roman #Roman sanders #ts roceit #roceit #Roman/Janus #rosleep #ts rosleep #Roman/Remy #ts prinxiety #prinxiety #Roman/Virgil #ts remile #Remy/Emile #ts logince #logince #Roman/Logan #creator boost #ts creator boost

[anxiouslyfred]

Need To Fight

for mine and @lostcephalopods mafiau

Summary: The journey of Roman learning to fight including Summer growing an interest in fashion and his husbands trying not to let him fight.

I have reread some of our posts and may have shifted how Summer gets his name, oops, but it fit the story and his interests

/\/\

As much as Roman dreamt of being the hero and saving someone, this hadn't been something he'd taken the time to learn. The most he had ever needed to know about fighting was how to escape Remus when his twin got into a wrestling mood.

Then he'd wanted to learn when Remy finally shared some of the things that were happening around his brother's marriage. It seemed sensible, and a way that his boyfriends might actually tell him more information over what was going on. Besides, if he could convince Janus to teach him how to fight there must be plenty of touching involved.

Roman hadn't seen any flaws to his logic, but Janus had refused, smiling in their teasing way while stating there would never be a need for Roman to fight anybody. They'd protect him and everything would be under their control soon enough.

The words didn't seem entirely realistic given the little he'd known at that point was pretty dangerous for even one wrong move to be made.

It was simply annoying that Remy also agreed with Janus but he did still teach Roman some fighting techniques. Mostly though Remy's method of teaching him to fight focused on weapons, specifically being able to shoot at people trying to attack him, or at worst stab them.

Roman did get given a relatively decorated knife before Remy stopped training him though.

“Such violence, Roman. I still don't believe there was a cause for you to learn these skills. Perhaps you intend to include stage fights within the plays you're writing?” Janus observed when they saw his knife. “Would you prefer to assist instead in our schemes?”

That was the offer that caught Roman's attention. The most he'd learnt since being pulled into the entire thing was that his brother, Janus and Virgil were in danger of the mafia attacking them, and that Remy was as well, but intentionally so having infiltrated the mafia in order to spy on them. “I thought that for my protection, you weren't telling me anything.” He countered still, sheathing the knife.

Janus nodded a little at that. “Well it is safer for you to know less until we are able to remove the threat from the mafia, but the androids we've been speaking with still need help that doesn't include you being shown everything that's occurring, darling.”

“How so? Is Remus not confusing them to sentience well enough?” Roman blinked, sure that he'd heard something regarding that get mentioned.

“Gaining sentience doesn't necessarily mean they know who they are. The androids that Virgil or Remus have been speaking to are essentially reacting to the traumas or still trying to carry on with their previous roles since they don't quite know how to figure out their identity beyond doing things and learning what they hate or enjoy.” Janus mused, describing the situation as a curiosity but Roman could see some concern beneath the words. “As an actor and writer, I thought perhaps you could try helping one or two of them to figure out what they might like. Or maybe just introduce them into some different names as every android who's now sentient is against using the mafia names they were assigned.”

Roman frowned, gesturing to himself for a moment. “You want me to teach the androids acting?”

“Not as such. Really I just want you to spend time with a few of them. We're all going to do so if the androids wish to do so. But one that Virgil managed to bring sentience to via programming has shown some interest in make-up. He's asking if there's anything more he can learn about it and I thought he'd be ideal to ask as a sort of bodyguard for you.” Janus explained, gesturing behind him for someone to come over.

At the description of what the android had liked so far, Roman was already accepting the ploy to give him a bodyguard. He'd have someone to do makeovers with, and possibly even help with costuming if that took his interest. “Well I'm always willing to demonstrate make-up and costuming. Do you have a name in mind already, or shall we focus on your interests first?”

“Colour names possibly? He/him pronouns if you need to refer to me, but I'd prefer to focus on make-up or fashion. That was what Janus said you and he bonded over.” He stated.

“Shopping trip then.” Roman grinned. “Come with us, Janus. Let's get coffee on the way.”

“Of course, Darling. Let's go.”

/\/\

Summer ended up deciding his name based on the mentions of dressing for the season or people being suited to summer colours that he found in the fashion magazines he'd read with Roman. He'd been the one to return to the other sentient androids with the suggestion that they theme their names together also. He'd thought it would be a fashionable way to build a family as well as help the others struggling to figure out their names.

He also loved the discovery of stilettos, both the small knife and the shoe. It quickly became the shoe of choice for Summer and Roman if they weren't doing anything to strenuous, or for Summer even if they were. The idea of wearing weapons on his feet that could either be taken off to stab and whack or just kicked in to do more pointed damage was to his mind the greatest invention ever.

Roman also liked the idea when that was pointed out, but found his balance wasn't the best to try fighting in stilettos. Instead he spent hours with Summer learning the best ways they could harm assailants wielding the shoe in his hand.

Summer took that beginning and ran with it, figuring out the different ways fashion had concealed weapons in history, as well as the ways femininity could be either oppressive or attacking the status quo. He uncovered so many ways self defence could be built into dress, hand bags, shoes, and given Roman was his charge as a bodyguard, everything was shared and taught to him as well.

“Is there a specific way to punch someone which prevents most harm to yourself?” Roman muttered after one run through the latest way an accessory could be used as a weapon. “Other than stage punches where no contact should be made, I mean.”

“How do you not know that when you're one of the leaders of us all?” Summer had exclaimed, staring at him. “Put the accessories down, we are learning proper fighting techniques for hand to hand combat right now, Roman.”

Things hadn't been put away so fast since Roman's childhood as the space was cleared. “Do you mean sparring or just demonstrating techniques?” He checked but stood ready for either.

“Both. We'll start with demonstrations though. How about we schedule some time to teach you this everyday until you decide something else needs your attention?” Summer offered.

“Sounds good to me, so long as I'm not going to be breaking my hand hitting an android.” The concern wasn't a serious one. He knew Summer wouldn't intentionally let him get hurt, even if that meant moving back from his punches if he got a strong enough force behind them.

/\/\

“Well well well, Babes. It seems I've been missing out on tons of fun and all our morning coffee breaks too.” Remy drawled from the doorway just as Roman managed the first throw Summer had decided he should learn.

“Hi Starlight. Do you need us?” Roman didn't pause in getting up to kiss Remy hello.

Remy looked him over, glancing at Summer for a fraction of a second too. “Not at all, though I have been bereft of the time you'd usually spend with me recently. I thought I'd come learn what's been consuming your mornings.”

“I did say I wanted to learn how to fight.” Roman nodded, gesturing over to Summer. “And he got insulted when I questioned the best way to punch someone. We're going to practise sword-fighting some more after I'm able to hold my own in hand-to-hand fighting.”

“Janus won't know what to do with himself. Actually, neither will I. You're too hot to touch already and that was before I saw you throw Summer.” Remy half admitted, half teased.

Roman just smiled. “Well when my husbands have taken over a mafia, I need to be prepared to fight.” He agreed. “If it helps me put you where I want you, all the better.”

With those words he twisted them while going to his knees and ending up with Remy pinned to the floor. He knew it hadn't been fought at all but was still happy to have managed the move without falling or dropping Remy.

“I can't argue with this.”

“I'll leave you two to it then shall I?” Summer's voice was wry and got no reply as he left the room chuckling.

#mafiau #roman sanders #janus sanders #remy sanders #learning to fight #android Summer #accessories as weapons #self discovery #roceit #rosleepceit #rosleep

[cyberramble]

Remus keeps ending up as an unsuspecting matchmaker in some shape of form, he introduced Roman and Remy because he thought they'd get along; spoiler alert they got along more than expected but at least he didn't have to convince them the other liked them*. With Patton and Anti though, he had to listen to both of them pining for each other.

(* which is something he had to do with AntiMorality)

#sanders sides #patton sanders #thomas sanders #remus sanders #Antisepticeye #JSE #jacksepticeye egos #AntiMorality #RoSleep #Roman sanders #Remy sanders

[pillowprinceroman]

Notebook sketches

First image is Roman (she/him) grinding on Remy (he/him)

Second image is a picture Remy took of her

I think Roman is very pretty

@harmonialcollisions

#not safe for sanders #nsfs roman #nsfs remy #nsfs creativisleep #nsfs rosleep #erridoodles

[tsfander]

i unironically ship rosleep and losleep so hard it takes every atom in my body not to draw them and write full on fics about them becau-

look at him. do yall really expect me, megamultishipper9000, to NOT pair him with literally anybody. he is my roman empire.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #remy sanders #ts sleep #i literally love their characters together #DONT EVEN FUCKING GET ME STARTED ON POLY SHIPS OH MY GOD

[tss-whumper]

christmas when you're alone - i

some lovely roman christmas angst for the soul.

merry christmas eve to all who celebrate! this story is for those who love a bit of sadness during the holidays. or in this case...a LOT of sadness.

2.3k words (i plan on coming out with a part two soon that's based on a request! all you rosleep fans out there will be a big fan of it, wink wink!)

(cws -> emotional/psychological abuse, guilt-tripping, toxic parental figures. also, patton and janus are the main "whumpers" so to speak while logan, remus, and virgil are more like bystanders. this is just a very sad day for roman.)

Christmas was one of Roman's favorite holidays. Everything about it to him was nothing short of spectacular--the lights, the beautiful music, and most of all, the Christmas spirit. The giving and the wishing and the believing. Roman really, really liked the believing. After all, what was Christmas without the magic?

This year, Roman was determined to create the best Christmas yet. After a turbulent year with a lot of hurt feelings, Roman figured that a fantastic Christmas would be the best way to make everything perfect again. So he worked tirelessly on decorating the house, making sure there were elements to the decorations that everybody enjoyed. Sentimental ornaments for Patton, tasteful silver string lights for Logan, golden candlesticks for Janus, a gingerbread graveyard for Virgil, and a creepy-looking inflatable Santa for Remus. While none of it was particularly Roman's taste, it did look cool when it was all put together, like a kaleidoscope of Christmas spirit, aesthetics bumping into each other and mixing together. And besides, it didn't matter if Roman liked it. Christmas was about giving, after all! And Roman would do anything to make the others happy with him.

When the house was finished, Roman started on creating and wrapping his gifts. Being Creativity, he had the entire universe at the tips of his fingers. He could give anybody anything he wanted, as long as it fit in the mindscape. So he tried very hard to give everybody gifts that would be meaningful and sweet, and he wrapped them with gentle care. Roman wasn't particularly good at being gentle or careful, but it didn't matter what Roman was good at. All that mattered was his friends' reactions to his beautiful and thoughtful presents. He desperately wanted to see them happy, but he was also worried about what might happen if they weren't happy.

Thinking about that made Roman's stomach twist, so he distracted himself by blasting "All I Want For Christmas Is You" while taking a shower with hot-chocolate-scented sugar scrub.

---

The month zoomed by faster than anybody had anticipated, and before he knew it, Roman was waking up on Christmas morning. And everything felt perfect. He could smell cinnamon rolls being baked in the kitchen, and the cheerful chatter of his friends. Being a heavy sleeper, Roman was used to being the last one awake, so he was quick to get himself ready so the rest of the group wouldn't have to wait on him for much longer.

After putting on a red sweater, brown pants, brown socks, and a reindeer headband, Roman felt ready to go. He smiled a few times in the mirror, just to make sure that he looked perfect. Then, he walked out, joining all the noise and bustle that his friends were making seamlessly.

The cinnamon rolls were warm, the conversation was silly, and everyone seemed to be getting along. Roman just sank in his chair, taking in all the celebratory atmosphere as if it was more valuable than oxygen. Everything was going so well. It felt too good to be true.

Probably because it was.

"Roman, what took you so long?" Janus asked, "Was getting your hair and makeup perfect more important than having breakfast with us?"

His question was carelessly flung into the air with a teasing attitude. The words stung Roman like a slap.

"I don't have any makeup on," Roman replied, trying his best to keep a smile on his face, "I got ready as fast as I could. I'm sorry, I must have slept in a bit more than usual. You all weren't waiting too long for me, were you?"

Silence hung in the air like a cloud of fog, until finally, Patton spoke up.

"It's okay, buddy! We learned our lesson now. Next year, we'll just start without you! That should motivate you to get up on time."

Roman winced, his cheeks burning as Logan and Virgil chuckled, and Remus dove into another cinnamon roll. His eyes felt hot as Janus stared at him with a cruelly amused expression, his gaze practically boring into Roman.

This was going to be another hard day, wasn't it?

---

Things started to go even more downhill when presents were being opened. Roman struggled to stay still, so excited about both his gifts, and the gifts that others were receiving, that he found himself constantly squirming in his spot on the floor, surrounded by crumpled up wrapping paper and shiny new items.

"That one's from me!" Roman exclaimed eagerly as Virgil opened up a new pair of black Converse. "They're high-tops, see? And they're platform, because you said you wish you could grow taller for Christmas. Now you can! And look, there's spiderwebs on the bottoms! I painted them myself!"

"Wow..." Virgil said, putting on the shoes and walking around in them. "Cool. Thanks, Roman."

The air turned cold, and Roman started to feel very, very uncomfortable. Virgil seemed happy with his gift, but everybody else seemed upset. Roman didn't understand. Was something wrong with Virgil's shoes?

"Roman, do you- really think that was a sensitive choice?" Patton asked, "How would you feel if someone got you a gift targeting something you're insecure about?"

"Insecure about?" Roman asked, his heart leaping out of his throat, "What- what do you mean? I didn't mean to do anything wrong!"

"Stop attacking Patton and answer the question," Janus hissed, his eyes narrowing.

"I-" Roman choked, looking around the room for any semblance of support. He didn't understand. Why was this happening? He thought he'd gotten Virgil the perfect gift. He looked at his list and picked the one thing that seemed impossible. The one wish that Virgil added, but didn't expect to receive. What was so bad about that?

"Are you just going to sit there and look stupid, or are you going to apologize?"

Even Logan was doing this now?? Roman tensed up. His heart started to pound, and his hands trembled against his will. He slid them under his knees so nobody else would see how afraid he was. After all, that would probably make everyone madder.

"I'm sorry, Virgil," Roman whispered, his voice too watery to speak any louder. "I didn't mean to do anything wrong. I just wanted to get you something thoughtful."

"Thoughtful," Janus muttered under his breath with a short laugh, exchanging a glance with Patton, who quietly giggled. "Is he even capable of thought?"

"It's...whatever, Roman," Virgil said awkwardly, "They're cool shoes. Can we just move on to the next person?"

Everybody else carried on, perfectly normally, as if nothing had happened. But Roman just couldn't. Tears stung the corners of his eyes, and he repeatedly squeezed them shut and opened them, trying as hard as he could not to cry in front of all of his friends on Christmas.

When it was his turn to open a gift, Roman smiled when he saw that it was from Janus. The past gifts Janus had given were lavish and extravagant, and Roman loved things that made him feel even more like royalty. He carefully unwrapped the golden paper, and tried to mask his confusion as he held up a very, very large book. It was incredibly heavy, to the point where his muscles were straining while he tried to read the cover. And when he did, he felt like he was going to die.

A Comprehensive Guide to Manners and Etiquette.

As everyone else read the title, they started to laugh. Remus high-fived Janus, and Patton snorted, hiding his smile behind his hands.

"Look, Roman, it's extra convenient for you," Janus said, "See? It's almost as big as your ego."

This caused the rest of the group to howl with laughter, and Roman to bow his head, quickly swiping a hand over his cheek before anybody could catch a glimpse of the tear that had fallen as his heart broke on what was supposed to be the most magical day of the year.

But no matter how Roman felt about it, this was a present. He had to do the polite thing.

"Thank you, Janus," he said, cringing at how choked up he sounded.

"Aww, you're welcome, Roman," Janus cooed, "Merry Christmas."

He patted Roman on the head patronizingly, and Roman felt like he was going to suffocate. He was only able to breathe again when the attention was off him, as Patton opened his next present.

Roman tried to steady his breathing, focusing on what everyone else was receiving. He laughed at their jokes, marveled at their presents, and pretended like everything was perfect. It really wasn't much different from performing onstage. All he had to do was play a character. He just had to be the happy, indestructible Princey that everyone wanted him to be.

But that was much easier said than done. Even when Roman stopped speaking, the insults and cruel remarks continued.

"A megaphone! Better not let Roman have it."

"I love this poetry book. It's way better than all the sappy shit Roman writes."

"Roman, aren't you happy with your gift? Now when you feel like being an attention whore, you can write in this diary instead of whining to us about how the lipgloss you ordered is the wrong color."

"This is the last time we let Roman decorate. Look at how gaudy this room is. It's almost as loud as him."

It.

Didn't.

Stop.

The world was spinning. Everything was going wrong, and Roman couldn't understand why. He had tried so hard. He did everything he could to make the others happy, putting in hours to prove that he was more than the selfish, egotistical, bratty caricature that they berated him constantly for being. Maybe Roman was being stupid, thinking that things would be different today just because it was Christmas. But now, Roman was experiencing his very first Christmas in which his biggest wish didn't come true.

He just wanted a day where he wasn't being berated and teased for every move he made. If it was really that hard for the others to resist pulling their tricks and humiliating him, then maybe Roman was the problem. Maybe he had messed up too many times, and was now irredeemable. He would always be the evil twin. The stupid one. The bratty bitch who always ruined every room he walked into. The egotistical one who needed to be knocked down a peg. It wasn't fair. Couldn't they see he was trying? What more did he have to do to prove that he was more than his past mistakes? If groveling and changing everything about himself to the best of his ability wasn't enough, maybe it was time for Roman to give up. Maybe he was going to have to resign himself to being the first punching bag in history to wear a crown and a sash.

"Roman, what are you doing?"

Roman blinked as he heard Patton's voice, stopping his zoning out as he realized something dreadful. His shoulders were rising and falling sporadically against his will, and his breathing was audibly stuttered. Everybody was staring at him with wide eyes, and something salty and wet settled in the groove between his lips.

He was crying. Not just crying--sobbing. Uncontrollably.

"Oh, great, here we go again," Remus sneered, "Little Princey didn't get exactly what he wanted on Christmas."

"That's not why I'm crying!" Roman choked, "I have to go-"

Hands tightly grasped onto his shoulders, pushing Roman back down into his sitting position before he was able to get far off the ground. Janus smirked at Roman as the creative side flinched.

"You're not going anywhere," Janus said, "On a family holiday? What would Patton think?"

"Ro, I just don't understand," Patton cut in, "Why do you always have to make everything about yourself?"

"You totally just killed the vibe," Virgil added quietly.

"We were having fun before you had to go and put a damper on everything," Patton added, "You're ruining Christmas, Roman."

As Roman gazed around the room, he saw not a shred of sympathy. Not even a hint of curiosity or recognition pertaining to why he was feeling this way. Why he was choking on his own tears instead of laughing and having fun like everyone else. Nobody cared. Nobody wanted to keep Roman around except to further embarrass him.

His tears were funny to the others. To them, he was nothing but a sad clown.

"Please let me go," he begged, "Please. I'm sorry. I just need some time in my room, and then I won't do anything wrong for the rest of the day."

"Maybe you should go to your room," Logan said.

"But maybe you shouldn't come out," Janus added, "What do you think, Patton? Is it too harsh to give him a time-out on Christmas?"

"The better question is, can we trust him not to be a whiny little bitch for the rest of the day?" Remus chirped.

As the group deliberated over whether or not Roman had a right to celebrate his favorite holiday with his dearest loved ones, the prince shut down. He closed his eyes and stopped fighting for air through his gasps and sobs. What was the point? What was the use of doing anything if every day was going to be like this?

Roman didn't even push back when Janus carried him to his room, placing him on his bed and locking the door behind him with a magic seal.

How did the fun sound so much louder when Roman was far away from it?

As Roman curled up under his blankets, he let himself cry fully, knowing that nobody would be able to see him and ridicule him anymore. His sobs echoed off his walls, dissonant with the joyous laughter that taunted Roman outside his door.

He really was all alone, wasn't he?

---

taglist -> @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @amazon-me-bitches @izaachehim

(let me know if you want to be tagged in the second part!)

#sanders sides #tss #thomas sanders #whump writing #whump community #roman sanders #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #tss roman #tss whumper writing #tss angst #roman sanders angst #emotional abuse #psychological abuse #guilt tripping #toxic parents #whumpee roman #whumper patton #whumper janus #whumper remus #christmas when you're alone

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

laoft klogan + laoft romile are everything to me. the noncanon ships of laoft have a grip on my soul. (other honorable mentions include locorne, rosleep, virmile, and anxiesleep)

all i know is ive never been in a huge queer friend group that didnt have just buckets of homoerotic friendship going on. if your not jokingly pretending to knight each other and doing overdramatic bits about getting married for tax purposes what are you doing

then again i was also a theatre kid

#ask #Anonymous

[puzzled-pegasus]

did you know there's a Taylor Swift song for most if not all of the Sanders Sides ships?

Really early in my and @surenschompychompers ' Sides phase, we were on a phone call talking about them and we jokingly realized that for most if not all Sides ships, there's a Taylor Swift song that fits them. Since we're mostly out of it now and have nothing more to do with these, I thought I'd share them for still-going-strong fans to see :)

Logince: Gorgeous- come ON, is this not absolutely the way Roman talks and thinks about Logan??

Logicality: Lover- they are literally married and you can't convince me otherwise, god I love them so much

Analogical: Delicate- I can't really explain this one as well....it just be having the Vibe

Loceit: Getaway Car- this one's a teensy bit more specific, but I thought about this scenario where Logan and Janus rob a bank together and then Logan ends up double crossing Janus, does that not sound awesome??

Dukeceit: ...Ready For It?- oh my god, the drama and action and flirtyness of this song fits them perfectly, I love it

Prinxiety: Style- this was actually the first one we saw in the pattern. Not much of an explanation really, but the Vibes are really, REALLY strong.

Royality: Love Story- the dreamy, soft vibes of this song as well as the royalty motif make it a really good fit.

Anxceit: I Knew You Were Trouble.- Does this one really need an explanation?

Moxiety: cardigan- I don't actually know this song that well, so apologies if it doesn't fit, we just looked at the lyrics briefly before deciding lol

Dukexiety: We Are Never Getting Back Together- I think if Virgil and Remus ever DID have any sort of fling, it would be over quickly and Virgil would want to forget it ever happened, so this song fits my personal vibe of them.

Roceit: Look What You Made Me Do- Not really a ship song, more of Roman's revenge song for Janus making a fool of him.

Intrulogical: Blank Space- oh my god how funny this one is. It's so good. Go listen to it immediately and then look me in the eye and tell me the song does not fit them perfectly I dare you I fu--

Moceit: Mean- It's not really a ship song, just Patton complaining about Janus's negativity, but I think it fits.

(BONUS) Rosleep: Wildest Dreams- Remy and Roman would have the angstiest most dramatic breakup, oh my god, the hilarity. Someone go write a fic immediately.

I know I definitely missed someone so please let me know, I am notoriously forgetful when making lists lmfao

(@surenschompychompers, please let me know if you want me to delete this)

#sanders sides #sanders sides humor #ship theme songs #oh my god I love it so much #taylor swift songs #unrelated: PLEASE go listen to Little Red Wagon by Miranda Lambert and then look me in the eyes and tell me it's not Remy lmfao

[werewroammin]

#sanders sides #cartoon therapy #remy sanders #losleep #rosleep #sleepxiety #intrusleep #sleepceit #sleepality #remile #thomsleep

[thecrowslullaby]

(i just noticed i fucked up and one answer didnt have roman in it djdjdjdjdjdj)

#i promise if u vote roceit you wont be escorted off the premise djdjdjdjjd #roman sanders #sanders sides

[emoprincey]

I've seen a load of polls about the best Sanders Sides ships but none involving Remy, so I decided to expand on that and do a poll for Remy ships

#sanders sides #ts remy #tss remy #ts sleep #polls! #idk if i got all the ship names right but w/e