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nari-kami · 8 months
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DCST Sanders sides au anyone? (°▽°)
Gen Asagiri as Deceit
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scrprints · 1 year
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Janus
Got done watching the new sander sides esk music video and Janus in a coat is amazing. Not to mention Thomas' phenomenal voice on top.
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a-r-a-h-a-s · 11 months
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lemonade-ducks · 2 years
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...... I-
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fdd700 · 2 years
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SADNESS OVER NEW THOMAS SANDERS VIDEO!!!!
AND A SANDERS SIDE VIDEO TOO?!?
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moonlight125 · 2 years
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I promise [sander sides au]
Long time ago. There was a mindscape which has six sides logic, morality, decet , anxiety and two creativitys. Today, we're going to concentrate in one of those creativities, Roman , netflix kind and family, the good creativity, But what if that wasn't always like that? What if he had secrets and nobody knew about?
In this story. We're going to find out.
Everybody knows that Thomas did not have two creativitys before, he used to have one which his name was Romulus but no one knows what happened to him. But 1 of them knew what happend to him, Roman and not only that, he knows that thomas have more sides,but to know that we will have to go 1 year before the divide.....
This is creativity Romulus. He had a good relationship with everyone ,but he didn't live whit them He lived in the imagination and his little castle there. Nobody knew why, but they didint mind.
That was until a certain side start attacking his name was corruption. Corruption says, for Morality and Decit was a horrible side. He create a different sides that harmed Thomas ,They they didn't know what to do whit this side , so they decide going to the library thid library was in the mindscape more specific in the part of the memories of thomas, controlled by logic obviously to find a solution they serched in diferent books and sections until they descovered a certain spell that it will let them manifest therselves as their exact trait as corruption, but one of the sides especially creativity was not very happy with that echiso and the plan they had.
But it seemed that corruption was always one step ahead and created new sides, the other sides were horrified so using the found echiso they banished them to subspace to avoid further conflict.
Well leave that well behind, in the imagination there was a little boy that was named Roman that had red eyes and freckles, and ofcurse horns and a tail. This little kid (that represented desire) was cleaning the his room waiting his lord (as he likes to call him) to arrive.
But he wasn't alone, he didn't have friends called rage, madness, pride and envy.
They lived happily in that house without knowing that soon that happiness would vanish...
First chapter!!! promised is debt, I planned to upload it yesterday since it was Roman's birthday but due to personal issues I couldn't upload it until today....
Well what do you think, do you like it? what do you think will happen? well until next time!
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jay-is-the-way · 2 years
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I’m looking for a sander sides animatic could anyone help.
The song is from some musical and I’m trying to find out what it was.
The main premise is that Logan went to a restaurant (dinner, cafe?) looking for Patton and the dark sides (Virgil included) basically give him the shovel talk while talking about some of their old relationships.
If anyone knows this animatic or what it’s from I’d really appreciate it. It’s driving me crazy trying to figure it out.
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nightcatssketchbook · 5 months
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Profile pictures from my last post! If you’d like to use one, just credit me in your bio.
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lycheeleeches · 27 days
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I was going down memory lane and the urge to draw these freaks again, came. Not fully satisfied with how they look but I personally think it’s a massive improvement from how I used to draw them
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It’s nice to see how much I’ve improved :D
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thatsthat24 · 3 months
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A Janus-inspired editorial look 💛 (Photography: [IG] jameslightner ; Wardrobe: [IG] dpstyledme)
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itsdefinitely · 2 months
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TUMBLR LEGWND ITSDEIFNITLEY ALSO DRAWS SANDERS SIDES?!?!???
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i dabble
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wigglywiggles · 4 months
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They have Returned
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bananaconda33-blog · 4 months
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Finished one more piece before artist block consumes my soul :)
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Outfit is based on (twitter) BreiGraces' April calendar art, and pose is from (tiktok) mellon_soup!
Art style is inspired by @abd-illustrates .
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savesavva · 10 months
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3 bros chillin in a dark kitchen
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thepastelpeach · 1 year
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sanders sides commission for @hello-its-an-aj!
i had a blast with this^^
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fdd700 · 2 years
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Grief
Themes: death, grief, hopeful ending Warnings: Death, grief, anger, pain, loss, car accidents, crying. Words: A fair amount (1245 words)
i. I am coping. I'll post something happier soon. Take care of yourselves and each other
Virgil realises that his thoughts tend to think in Before and After on a slightly damp day.
Before the event and After.
It's a steeling sort of realisation, like a dunk of cold water as he remembers there once was Before—a before the chest pain and the tears. There was a time when it was just a worst-case scenario and not his reality.
There was a time before Janus was dead.
And now he was in the after.
He still thinks about that before, more than any good grief counsellor would let him get away with. He still thinks about the night he went to bed, Virgil Storm, a 30-year-old with a husband who works night shifts. Not Virgil Storm, a widow. Not Virgil Storm, whose friends have to visit every day because they know there's no food in the house, and they don't want to plan another funeral.
It's an awful feeling, too, because no matter how much he closes his eyes and squeezes them shut to the point of pain, there's no going back to the before. There's no prayer, wish, spell, or nothing that will bring him back to the before. Or that will bring Janus to the after. There's no backwards, and the forwards seem unbearable to him, sitting here on a damp day, with the heating off but a blanket around him. Janus' cup from that morning Is still on the end table because Virgil hasn't been able to cope with the thought of there never being another cup there.
He cries a lot and is tired a lot. Patton tries his best to get him to sleep but doesn't understand why Virgil can't seem to. He thinks it would be an escape, but Virgil just can't do it. He can't bring himself to sleep when he knows he will only have to wake up again. And for a few minutes, Virgil knows he won't remember. He'll reach for that long-cold side of the bed because he won't remember, and he thinks that might be the cruellest thing he could ever do. A selfish part of him wants to forget, wants to forget this sadness and pain, but he can't, so he won't. Janus doesn't deserve that; Janus deserves more than to be t-boned on the interstate when coming home after making a pitstop because Virgil wanted doughnuts.
But Virgil can't think about that right now, so he doesn't. He just cries and huddles closer to the blanket.
Remus supposes they think he's heartless. Or if not heartless, then repressed. If he's frank, he's probably a little bit of both. And stupid, added in. Though he'd have to give a massive fuck you to the people who seem to think they get to decide how he copes.
It wasn't their best friend who was killed by a fucking idiot drunk driver at 4 am. No, it was his. His oldest friend was killed just like that, and Remus thinks he's allowed to cope however the fuck he sees fit. Whether it be drinking himself, angry and getting into a fight, or screaming so hard the cops are called at 2 am while at home, then he's coping, sue him.
It hits him in waves, the grief. In the mornings, he'll wake up and be sad, but he'll be able to breathe. And then he'll be at the store, and he'll see Janus' favourite chocolates on sale or smell his cologne or hear something, and it's like his finding out all over again, and he can't breathe again, and his eyes will water, and he'll have to go home and cry like a baby.
He knows one person in the world will understand his feelings, but how does he do that? Reach out to Virgil, Janus' widow, and say he's struggling? As if the man didn't lose his husband, his partner, the person he wanted and was willing to spend the rest of his life with. The person he wanted to travel with and host Christmas with. How does Remus go up to the man who lost his soulmate and look for comfort in him?
So he doesn't.
He didn't think Virgil would either until he did.
Remus finds himself at the front door of Virgil's house (it's a punch in his gut to no longer call it Virgil and Janus' house), and he's stalling on ringing the doorbell because then he'll come face to face with the widow of his best friend.
Once again, Virgil makes the first move. He opens the door, and red eyes meet watery ones.
"Come in," he says. And Remus does. He steps inside, and he stands in the hallway.
"how-"
"don't," Virgil says. "You know, so don't ask." And Remus nods because he does know. Of course, he does. If anyone would, it's him. "I didn't ask you here to help me through my grief; let's face it, neither of us is doing well. I asked you here because there's no point in both of us going through it alone." He takes a deep breath. "He wouldn't want us to, and since he isn't here to force us to talk to each other, I'm doing it." Remus has nothing to say in response, so he only nods. Virgil's right. Janus would hit them both on the head for isolating themselves. "So we're going to clean in silence. We're going to clean-" Virgil breaks off, a sob escaping before he takes a deep breath and continues, voice thick, "we're going to clean his cups and plates, and I've been too scared to. And his shirts." And Remus nods again, shoulders shaking.
"We will." And it's all he can manage to say, he realises. Because he has no other words to share, he realises that's okay.
So they clean. And when Virgil's sobs get too loud, or Remus' hands shake too much, they stop and drink a glass of water or watch some dumb sitcom episode. And when the sobs and shakes subside, they help each other and continue.
It takes three days and millions of breaks, but the next time Patton visits to restock the fridge, the plates and bowls are gone, and the sheets are clean. There are still shirts that need to be washed, but Remus puts them back on Janus' side of the bed, reminding Virgil this is a marathon, not a sprint. And there are still albums that need to be sorted, but Virgil took them from Remus' shaking hands and put them in a bag for Remus to take home to keep when he has the strength to return to his apartment.
The others come over for dinner - Logon and Roman coming in after work, Roman pulling his brother close the second he's in arms reach. Patton makes pasta, and the three of them - Logon, Roman and Patton - share stories and jokes about Janus. Virgil and Remus are quiet, but it's not a lousy quiet. They're just exhausting because grief is crippling, and this is the first time they've genuinely stopped in what feels like weeks, so they relish in it.
And in the morning, they both wake up on the couch, turn on the TV, and comfort each other when Janus' favourite documentary or an ad for his favourite movie comes on.
They'll live, they decide. They'll suffer, choke, cry, and get angry, but they'll live.
If for no reason other than Janus' wasn't able to, they'll live.
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