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just-your-average-author · 3 months

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That time Patton thought Virgil was a Drug Addict

Patton was worried. He didn't like being worried and he certainly didn't like why he was worried. Patton had always considered himself the dad of the group, and like any responsible parent, it was his job to make sure everyone in his famILY was safe and happy. Patton tutted and sighed, scrolling furiously on his computer, scanning the paragraphs with his eyes. Why did science have to be so difficult to understand? Finally, he smiled having found a simplified page, that even had a built-in questionnaire! Perfect! He quickly glanced around, and upon making sure no one saw, he scribbled down a few of the questions on a post it, and cleared the history. There was no need worrying any one else.

Virgil was worried. Granted, Virgil was always worried so he wasn't too bothered by it. However, he started a new job and the stress had really gotten to him, so he sucked it up and took himself to a doctor appointment and gotten himself a fancy new prescription. Virgil read the bottle, noting he could take it up to three times a day, and shoved it in his pocket.

Over the course of a couple weeks, Virgil felt a lot better. He took his medicine whenever he felt panicked or like spiraling, and was even able to tolerate more social activities. He even accepted the other Sides' invitation to the mall, which he didn't notice Patton's look of concern at that. Yep! All was going well.

Virgil fidgeted with the pill bottle in his hand, hesitating before taking one of his pills. He was almost out, and he didn't get a refill for a couple days. "Dammit!" he muttered. Patton walked into the kitchen, glancing over at the anxious side, but trying to look inconspicuous. "Hey Virgil," Patton remarked, sounding casual. "What's wrong?"

Virgil tutted. "I'm almost out, and I can't get more until later," he nonchalantly answered, before walking past a thoroughly horrified Patton.

That was it, Patton thought to himself. Virgil obviously needed help, and he would be damned to see him struggle like this. He wondered if he should really Logan and Roman for this, but ultimately decided for the sake of Virgil, he should hold off unless it was truly needed.

The next day, Virgil was in the living room, typing on his phone when Patton strolled in. "Hey, Virgil, whatcha doing?"

Virgil shrugged. "Not much, just checking to see if my drugs are ready."

Patton sighed, "Kiddo, I think we need to talk." Virgil looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay?"

"I just want you to know this is a safe space, and I'd like you to answer honestly, you aren't on trial here," he assured. Virgil just looked more puzzled.

"Okay?.."

"I know you've been taking these pills and," Patton stuttered, "I just had a few questions."

Ah, Virgil thought. Patton must be nervous to talk to a doctor about his anxiety too. "Sure, Patton. Go ahead."

Encouraged by Virgil's surprising cooperation, he recalled his questions. "Does taking this, well, drug, give you a feeling that you've escaped reality?"

Virgil cocked his eyebrow. "Uh no, not really. But, I mean that's the goal I suppose. To experience a better reality."

Patton gulped. "Interesting. Do you take the drug to make you happy?" Virgil chuckled.

"Yeah, that's kind of the point, Patton." he laughed.

"Oh dear," Patton whisperered. Virgil looked at him confused.

"Patton, I-"

"And do you look forward to them after a long day at work?" Patton interjected frantically.

Virgil tilted his head, "Patton they're for when I'm at work."

Patton let out a strangled sob and crumpled to the floor in tears. Alarmed, Virgil jumped up and raced over. "Patton what's the matter?"

"You're a drug addict!" he wailed, covered his eyes with his hands.

"What???"

Patton sniffled. "I know you're taking drugs, and I found this questionnaire online and rehab is expensive Virgil, but I have to help and-"

Virgil just started laughing, laughing harder then he had in a while. Patton looked mad. "This isn't funny! You need help Virgil, you're obviously dependent on these pills."

Still laughing, Vigil got up and handed Patton his pill bottle, "Patton, these are Hydroxyzine!"

"Gesundheit?" he asked, looking over the bottle.

Virgil laughed again. "It's an anti-anxiety medicine. My doctor prescribed it to me for stress." Virgil barely missed Patton's "Oh", before descending into deep laughter all over again.

Virgil quieted and watched Patton, realizing he had some explaining to do. "Patton, it's not about escaping reality or not being happy without it; it's a tool to help me function better, and avoid killing my idiotic manager," Virgil explained, trying to reassure his well-meaning friend.

Patton nodded, a mix of relief and understanding crossing his face. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure you're okay, Virgil. I care about you."

Virgil offered a small smile. "Thanks, Patton. I appreciate your concern. If you ever have questions, feel free to ask."

"Sandy is a little idiotic."

Virgil cackled. "A little? Boy let me tell you what happened Wednesday."

With that, the two continued their conversation, Patton now more informed about Virgil's perspective on anxiety medication, and Virgil grateful for Patton's caring nature, even if it sometimes led to amusing misunderstandings.

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ashtonisvibing · 5 months

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so anyways that idea of the sanders sides being actual people and having their lives being broadcast for millions to see without them knowing has infected my brain

#ashton is talking #sanders sides #not connected to the videos!#like they're real people in an artificial town being treated like characters in a tv show #i wrote notes for it while waiting for my brother to get out of school #my hands were- extremely cold by the end to say the least-#but it was worth it!#the fucking IDEAS i have for this #this is becoming a full fanfic if i can make it possible!

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frickerdoodledoo · 1 year

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Soooo... guess who got really nostolgic while having a cold and binge-watched all of Sanders Sides again after almost a year?

For the last few days I have been sucked down a rabbit-hole of Fandercontent, and let me just say... while this fandom is so creative, there are just a few things I wish people utilized more in fics, you know?

(Disclaimer, I live on angst and the Dark Sides are my three favourite characters, so most of these are about both of those subjects. Also not a huge fan of non-mindscape au's, so these are all about canon-adjacent fanfiction. My only AU is Sympathetic Dark Sides where they all coexist. Yes, even Remus.)

First and foremost, and this is what inspired this post until I found more things after, why do I see so few fics that include Virgil's Dark Side Voice™? It happens whenever he get's too stressed in canon, and from how he reacts whenever it happens, it seems to be a bit of an insecurity for him. Why aren't angst authors jumping on that?

Guys. We... we all saw the end-card of Flirt or Flight, right? How come so few do anything regarding Virgil's colour-changing eyeshadow? It's adorable, it's gorgeous, talk about it, please!

When Janus takes off the gloves in order to show himself to be truthful about his name... why??? He did that for a reason. If it was just about the typical "Cross my heart" pose, there was nothing stopping him from leaving on the gloves unless their was a reason to take them off! Theorize, go nuts! (I personally believe that his scales fluctuate in their coverage of his skin, and his hands being completely human shows that he's being honest. He wears gloves to make his lies less obvious.)

And on the subject of Janus' lies, has anybody else realized that for the embodiment of Thomas' Deceitfulness... he's actually kind of a terrible liar? While disguised as other sides, he always drops some pretty obvious hints that he's not the real Patton or Logan. And whenever he does his whole "speaking in lies" thing, he has this tone about him that makes it clear to... almost everyone, (Cough cough except Roman apparently), that he's lying, or atleast just being sarcastic?

In the Five Year Anniversary special, Virgil, Remus, and Janus refer to themselves as the Cousin, Uncle, and Aunt respectively. And I know that there actually is a fair amount of content about the Dark Sides being a seperate but related family, but I just feel like not many people talk about the low-key confirmation of that as a reality, ya know?

More.👏 Protective.👏 Dark Sides.👏 They've known eachother for so long, no matter how close the whole family is, Virgil, Remus and Janus would naturally know eachother better than any of the others.

If we are to assume that Janus even just unstably co-exists with the Light Sides, (like pre-redemption Virgil), post-Redux, but Remus doesn't... Well, that's the third person that Remus actually has a connection to that just... left him. First Roman, then Virgil, now Janus. (I personally believe that the Orange side will just be an Unsympathetic Dick, so he doesn't count, but that's just me.)

I am a "Former Paranoia Virgil" Truther, as are many others in the fandom. However, something I wish I saw more of is others not catching themselves when calling Virgil paranoid. Even better, the Dark Sides not realising how much thinking of that part of his past affects him, thinking nothing of it and then feeling really guilty.

And that's all the canon-supported stuff, but just... one last thing. Consider the following:

The Orange Side is a relatively new "Relevant" or "Consious" Side, his existance only needed when suddenly there were only two Dark Sides and still three Light Sides

Janus is Patton's foil because he represents an "immoral" side to Thomas, and Remus is Roman's foil as a flip-side to one, single concept. Virgil used to be Logan's foil before his redemption, because senseless overthinking and paranoia defies logic.

This need for a foil doesn't apply to Virgil, because he is no longer a Dark Side, but he isn't really a Light Side either. A Grey Side, if you will.

Virgil encompasses both the good and bad aspects of Anxiety, and is even capable of representing more of an excitement or sense of anticipation, hence the purple eyeshadow seen in Fight or Flirt. He is his own foil in the same way that Roman and Remus are eachother's. They're the good and bad of creativity, Virgil is the good and bad of anxiety.

I am most likely not the first person to come up with this, but this is just my specific take.

Anyway, I am probably going to go write atleast half of these prompts myself, so if any of these concepts interest you... maybe stick around?

#sanders sides #dark sides #fanfic ideas #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #idk just a thought #fine ill do it myself #sympathetic remus #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic dark sides

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cafe-com-oli · 10 months

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im back with the “story/fanfic ideas that ill develop but never write” we have Extraordinarily common! a slice of life following this group of young adults in a urban fantasy setting. this is patton. ill develop him along with the others. update: hes a druid now

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanart #patton sanders #morality patton #fanfic #fanfic idea #pls i havent slept yet

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rayisme · 2 years

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Hello everyone! I have an idea for a Sanders Sides collab if you want! And it's kind of interactive. A Sanders Sides interactive story! With different accounts having different information about the situation, and the readers have to figure out what's going on.

@haysgrove @edupunkn00b @remy-the-lemon-berry @transformationloveb @princeanxious @fandomfollowerart @strangestormcloud @sandersidesbigbang @a-small-batch-of-dragons @aidensm8 @a-mvffin @anonymous-gremlin @mountains-on-mountains @meowthefluffy @many-fandom-lover

#sanders sides #roman sanders #fanfic #fanfiction #virgil sanders #ts roman #ts logan #thomas sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides idea #idea #ideas #collaboration

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kanene-yaaay · 2 years

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Make me laugh, then

Kanene: No words here only fluff and comfort 😎 Have a nice day, beans! Hope your week will be full of playful memories and nice drinks <3

Warnings: A bit of light angst and high anxiety on the beginning. Lots of Comfort and Fluff. Lee!Janus and Ler!Virgil. Brief Ler!Janus and Ler!Virgil. Around 2500 words. Lots of grammar mistakes I barely slept today sdfgjukijhg. Inspired by Onion’s post

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Virgil was cracking his fingers. Again. It was always better to twist them up and down in that or this way than to let them roam freely across his hair - which was too much tangled to be a safe decision - or tap non stop on the computer in front of him, his mind too much full of everything to be able to concentrate on specific sentences or even on the video he had previously opened when the anxiety began to get higher.

He brought his hands to his mouth, trying to warm them up with his breathing. The sensation felt weird in such a hot day, but he always had incredibly cold fingers, no matter the weather.

He opened and closed his hands, focusing on the motion. Open. Close. Open. Close. Pop.

Janus sighed and closed his notebook. His always attentive eyes were kind and soft when they found the other one, his lips pressing in a firm line before a light, reassuring tune took over his lips.

“Come here, vampire, I want a hug.” His right hand motioned him to move closer, smirk becoming clearer when Virgil huffed and rolled his eyes, still getting up from his desk to sit on the mattress with his friend, who in a blink of an eye embraced him in a tight hold.

“Shut up, just because you’re like a walking space heater it doesn’t mean I am the cold one.” And, if Virgil’s voice came out weaker from relief, fingers crumpling the fabric under them with the sheer force of his grip, none of them mentioned it.

“Whatever helps you to sleep at night, dear.”

It was a quiet moment. Virgil shoving his face on the others neck as they took deep, calm breathes rhythmically together. Everytime Virgil slipped and his got momentairly quicker Janus would lay a kiss on his hair, starting the process over again.

Minutes came and went by, not daring to peek at such a soft, quiet moment. When Virgil untangled their limbs, head much less fuzzy and heart lighter than before he still lingered closer to the smaller one, arms pressed together as he tried to think about a good enough offer that would make him let go of their promise of finishing their homework and stay.

A hand holding his divided his attention from the ever uncooperative words, which would rather lay flatly on the tip of his tongue than do something important like actually help him to talk to Janus.

The warm hand tugged his more fiercely, effectively pulling him from the mattress and his thoughts. "Let's go, I want tea and you're the only one Logan told where he keeps his secret stash."

Virgil snorted. That was a lie. Both flatmates were well aware of how Janus didn't sleep until he found all their hidden stashes. It was very hard, afterall, to ignore the way their fancy treats never seemed to end, - but never be completely full, too - even on the months they forgot to buy new ones. Therefore, they were more than happy to amuse each other's illusions.

A sly smile played on his face. "I didn't know you still needed help on the kitchen. I mean," he clicked his tongue, tone much teasier at his friend's glare. "Not even a cup of tea? Maybe it'd better to call Uncle Patton, I am sure he would love to give you extra cooking lessons."

"One day you will wake up in the middle of the night with a phone's call only to hear the worst pun in the world and then you will regret being so friendly to my dad."

"Bold of you to believe he gave me any other option." Their usual banter was a song and dance that put his spirit immeditely at ease. Something that moved as smoothly as them entering the room, each one knowing by heart what to do and where to go after so much years of cooking and living together (and making not-so-safe experiments that would fish random crackles from the group in unexpected points of their day).

Boiling the hot water, getting the cold cups with the worst designs and puns he had ever seen, tasting the bittersweet beverage, listening to the sound of running water and mindless conversation as they washed the dishes... Each single step brought Virgil closer and closer to the present, relaxing the muscles of his throat and making his hands stay still for longer periods of time.

And of course that peace wouldn't last. He should have expected, really, with how watchful Janus was when he turned around to put the last spoon on the cabinet.

A curious poke on the back of his ribs made him let out a sound that was definitely not a squeal, shut it. His body spun, gaze finding the pleased quirk of lips from his friend.

Janus always knew him very well.

"Oh my, oh my...” Virgil tried very hard to not smile at the teasing tune slidding freely on the other’s words. ”Someone is a bit sensitive, as it seems. I was thinking about a few soft scribbles here, a quick pinches there..." He slowly stepped closer, both to drag the tease for as long as he can and to not corner the taller. "Just enough for me to get to hear all that melodious laughter of yours. What do you think, huh, giggly storm? Would you like it?"

He went to deliver a couple more of pokes on Virgil's side before being stopped by hands flying to catch his wrists mid air.

"Would you?"

The question was what made the one with yellow eyes stop in surprise. Not because of Virgil's response itself, of course, they had plenty of battle of teases that, more often than not, usually ended up in messy tickle fights and unexpected naps in the middle of the floor.

Virgil's usual remarks, however, often came followed by surprising tickles that lowered his guard just enough so he could get him in his embrace and whisper taunting words on his sensitive ears. This time, no other move happened, his friend waiting for his answer patiently with eyes locked on his.

And, damn, the second Janus realized the softness - even if painted with brushes of a playful tease - that coated the question was the exact moment he accepted he wouldn't win this war.

Oh well.

It wasn't like he would particularly mind being the one laughing himself silly. This time, of course.

"Yes. But don't get used to it." He did an exaggerated roll of eyes at the purple lover's bigger - and sickeningly cute - smile. "You won't always get things easily handed to you like this."

He pretended to ignore Virgil’s snickers as he headed to the counter, sitting on it and staring at the other’s mismatched eyes, huffing before a smirk rested on his lips, arms going upwards as he made a show of stretching and criss-crossing his legs. “Make me laugh then, tickle-me-emo.”

Hands immediately shot to his ears, careful, nimble fingers skittering on the sensitive shells and drawing shapes on the ticklish skin behind them, quickly transforming the smug smirk in something much more wobbly and giddy.

“I should be the one teasing you right now, you know?” And yet, he didn’t, seeming content to let his attack roam freely and come back to tease that spot right under his jawline, fishing suppressed yelps that only grew stronger as each swipe of fingers.

“I-” His voice trembled with the effort to keep all his giggles inside, and still, his arms remained clued on the countertop, not moving a single inch to stop his friend. “I will t-t-think about your case, giggly storm.”

“Already used that one.” Virgil hummed, the glint on his eyes getting even more playful as the other began to twitch, chest starting to shake with hysterical giggles as he, totally underrated, changed his attention and continued to calmly tap tap tap his tickles up and down his neck. “What? Is your brain already getting fuzzy with the tickles? I thought your neck wasn’t that sensitive.”

There was a genuine light on his sentences since that spot never brought more than a quirk of lips before. Janus shook his head which, of course, did nothing to stop the shivers racing on his spine. “It’s your-r cold hands!” A single giggle escaped and one of his hands finally fled to press firmly on his lips. “Shihit.”

A true squeal escaped from him when two fingers vibrated on his ribcage, giving a special focus to his highest rib and making his arms automatically go down with surprise, now his laughter coming out in flows of delight and excitment.

Virgil almost stopped the tickling, watching in awe the way the corner of Janus’ eyes crinked and his shoulders bounced with the squeaky laughter. It never mattered if he was into a giggly fit or belly laughter, for all the shorter pretended to be collected, his whole body seemed to vibrate with happiness everytime they managed to pry more than a sarcastic grin from him and that was something that always seemed to mesmerize Virgil.

It was intoxicating. Melodious. Beautiful in a way that made his chest warm and calm.

Soft feelings. Ick.

The amazed (and amused) way he felt should be clear on his expression, because Janus’ snorted and shoved his face away, trying to hide his own on his own shoulder, eyes slipping shut and legs coming closer to protect himself when the offending hands took as their duty to fish the loudest hysterical giggles by playing his entire ribcage as if it was a piano. “Stohohop with that stuhuhupid face!”

“Stupid?” Virgil tried to sound offended, or at least a tad threatning. It was inconclusive if he was sucessful or not, I guess you could say this was his own fault for distracting the target by squeezing his sides and receiving no more than wheezing as an answer. Prove it. “I am not the one currently becoming a mess of laughter with just a few tickly-tickles. It’s kind of funny. Cute, even.”

Janus only shook his head, crumbling more and more as skilled nails slipped and skittered on his lower back, quiet squeals filling the air.

“No? You don’t think this,” he emphasized the last word by kneading that amazing spot right between his sides and belly that prompted just the best wheezing crackles and gigantic smile from his friend. “Is adorable? Even when the lightest tickles can get you wiggling all around and snickering just like you aways did when we were kids?” He encircled the spot, letting out a chuckle when the other tried to stop himself from reacting just exactly as he said.

“S-shut up! I am nohot even ti- sensitive here.”

Because he was a mean bastard and because Janus loved all of this, Virgil added scratches to the mix, happily watching his friend yelp and close firmly his mouth before haulting to a stop.

“Yeah, yeah. Mind to give me your hands?”

Janus snickered, massaging his cheeks before staring at him with a sly grin that contrasted with the light wary look on his eyes. “Feheeling a bit flirtarious, Virgey? Aww, and to think I always thought you were in a serious commitment with your eyeshadow. ~”

A smug quirk of lips was all he received, so he huffed, doing as asked and interwining their hands together with a huff. “Shakespeare cries with your eloquence.”

“Bold words for someone who is about to die.”

“What.”

Virgil began lowering his head.

“nO!”

The taller laughed, both due the high pitched honest to god scream that leaved his friend’s mouth and the series of kicking he had to dodge from.

“Stohop!” He wheezed, clutching their hands closer when Janus tried to pry them away, squirming like his life was on the line. “You’re going to hit me, you jerk, hey!”

“It’s what you deserve!” Suddenly Virgil spinned his just with enough strength to get him to lay down on the couter, they probably would hear a lot from Logan if he ever discovered about their shenanigans, but none of that passed on their mind when Janus began giggling in antecipation. “No, no, no! Don’t you dare, Virgil! I am behehing serious!”

That made the other stop.

“You are?”

Another genuine question. Janus stared his friend, looking at his wide, caring gaze for a second. He let his head lay on the cold marble, chuckles falling still from his lips.

That guy would be the death of him.

“Janus? Are you... still green?”

Janus grumbled (and, no, that was not a whine, shush), giggled and ignored the heat creeping up on his neck. He turned around before turning back at the other’s direction, a clear pout on his face. Virgil lost the small tension on his shoulders, showing him the tiniest grin. It was smug enough for Janus to try to kick him again.

“Shut up.”

Silence.

“I am.”

Virgil shoved his face on his side, blowing a huge raspberry, not at all phazed by his friend’s loud laughter or his squirming and more than happy to help to intensify the sea of squeals, squeaks, giggles and snorts that flew freely from his mouth by giving to every inch of avaliable - and so sensitive - skin light kisses and teasy nibbles.

“No, no, no! I take it back! I swear I take it back.” His foot drummed on the marble, his voice filled with joy. “I am ticklish! I am tihihihicklish! Not there!”

With a last raspberry Virgil took a second to appreciate the remanescent giggles, head still resting on the shorter’s stomach as he sighed happily.

It was a quiet moment. Minutes came and went by, discreetly cherishing such a soft, quiet moment. Long nails scratched the back of his neck and obligated Virgil to jump away, a snicker on the tip of his tongue.

“When I get you... it’s over.” The warm feeling on his chest came back at full force at the sight of Janus’ dashing full smile, the eyes still shining with tears and a playful light. Something must have show on his expression again because Janus turned around, one hand flying to his face, the other pushing him away. “Stop. Go and get me a drink and maybe I will think about being merciful.”

A snort. “Very appealing offer.”

He headed to make more tea. And, between hot sips and a warm, playful conversation... Things were good.

#Lee!Janus #Ticklish!Janus #Ler!Virgil #YOU CAN PRY SOFT AND MEAN LER VIRGIL FROM MY HANDS #Sanders Sides tickles #Sanders Sides tickling #This was supposed to be a quick comforting indulgent story and now it's over 2500 words I can't even-#sdfrgjukijhgf #Mouth tickles #Raspberries #Cheer up tickles #A bit of Lee appreciation thank you very much #And a cute caring ler Virgil too. as a treat #One friend of mine learned breathing exercises to help me when I am anxious and I haven't be able to live without my heart melting even sinc #Kanene's fanfic #Kanene's fic #The idea of a very confident Janus that can and will become a mess of laughter with a single poke fills me with joy

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 1 year

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Ok hi hello there

So I'm thinking about creating a Sanders Sides choose your own adventure game type thing?

My base idea is that at the beginning you would pick one of the sides to 'play as' (so basically if you pick Roman you'll go down his route and make choices for him etc)

Though doing all the sides might be a lot of work so I'll probably just start with one and see how it goes first before adding storylines for the others

It would probably be done using Google Slides/PowerPoint where you would click the choices and it would take you to the next slide in the story, unless anyone knows a website/app that would work better while still allowing me to share it with people.

But I'm wondering

A; if anyone would actually be interested in playing through it if I did make it

B; if anyone have any ideas? If you're interested cool stuff you'd like to see? Which side you would 'play as' etc? Just, general thoughts and feelings?

#sanders sides #sanders sides idea #choose your own adventure #sanders sides fanfiction #it will be #kinda #more like the bare bones of a fanfic #choose your own adventure idea #i dunno this idea came from a thing me and Viola did in school like #i dunno like 4 years ago?#i think it'll be fun at least #rowan rambles

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onthevirgeofdestruction · 1 year

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Words: 707 Content Warnings: None Ships: Anxceit & Prinxiety + (Roaxceit more passively) Rating: G Genre: Nonsense, Sass Additional Tags: Pushy Roman, Obsessive Virgil, Lawyer Deceit

“Virgil, you always do the same French braid affair. Can’t you do anything else?” Roman asked from across the dorm, sounding annoyed over one of the dumbest things possible. Virgil was just minding his business, re-braiding his hair after getting back from the shower so he didn’t have to mess with tying it off before class again tomorrow.

“Are you just trying to annoy me into buying you dinner?” Virgil asked shortly, glancing at Roman at his desk, hunched over a textbook and looking bored. Virgil kept deftly flicking his hair into the long braid without pausing.

“I could just ask if I wanted that, and no, I’m meeting Patton in the dining hall in a moment. I’m just bored with that look,” Roman scoffed, leaning back on his desk chair and crossing his arms.

“It’s my hair, Princey,” Virgil huffed, rolling his eyes. “It’s the easiest way to get this much hair out of the way,” he explained, though he felt like he shouldn’t have to defend himself for this. They’re the ones who wanted long hair, and Virgil was the one who had to manage it.

“Have some class! You can learn anything on the internet,” Roman objected, flipping his hand with disinterest in the direction of Virgil’s weaving hands. Virgil tied off the end of his hair, turning to his laptop with a flourish, giving the mouse a little slap to turn on the screen and typing his password in an over-dramatic fashion. “Really,” Roman chastised him, but Virgil could tell he was amused despite the façade.

Typing in ‘over-complicated braids to please your boyfriend who thinks he has a say in how you style your hair’ did actually yield results. Which Virgil wasn’t sure was clever meta-commentary or just sad. It didn’t matter either way, though. There was a rustling while Roman readied to go out as Virgil read through the various hairstyles and guides. These were all actually very simple to do, despite the complex look. He could almost understand the sass if Roman even knew how to braid to begin with.

Roman kissed Virgil’s head and said his goodbyes, heading out the dorm door. Virgil waved him off and returned to his research. There were really thousands of possibilities here, and he wanted to pick something that annoyed Roman into never bringing it up ever again.

—💀—

“D, please come over and drag your boyfriend off his laptop. I am so bored, and he’s ignoring me,” Roman whined into his cell phone, hanging off of Virgil’s shoulder. Virgil just chuckled, continuing to research his hair-braiding tutorials.

“Virgil, what are you doing?” Deceit asked shortly over the speakerphone. He wasn’t sure if Roman forgot about the telepathy again—he did from time to time—or just didn’t want to accidentally drag in Patton, since Patton would probably be excited that Virgil was learning more about hair braiding. But he was sure this was all Roman’s fault in the first place.

“Nothing, ask Princey.” Virgil just shrugged, which knocked off Roman. He huffed in indignation, standing up straight and moving to pace the room.

“Roman, what did you do?” Deceit changed the direction of his cross-examination immediately. Hecate beyond, he fucking loved that vampire.

“I just told him to change up his hairstyle a bit and learn some new braids, and he hasn’t moved from his stupid research pose in four hours,” Roman complained while Virgil ignored him for his hair-weaving research.

“You dug your grave, now turn in it. You are perfectly aware that sending a creature that is obsessive by nature down a rabbit hole of possibilities is how to lose your boyfriend for the night,” Deceit explained flatly, apparently needing to hear no more on the subject.

“You’re going to hate it so much,” Virgil muttered in amused determination, clicking on the next link and scanning the page.

“I hate it now, Virgil, I would rather play tiddly winks!” Roman shot sourly and tossed up an arm as he paced about.

“Virgil, have you run across loops yet? You can add them to any type of braid,” Deceit suggested, and Virgil hummed delightedly, opening a new tab while Roman cried out in frustration. “You'll be tiddling your own winks tonight, darling.”

#tsss #sanders sides #tsss fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #tsss fanfic #ayri writes #tss fanfic #tss #vampire!virgil #vampire!deceit #college au #i had no idea how hard uploading stuff was wtf #here hope i didn't fuck up

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weirdness2020 · 2 years

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Ok so

Sanders sides x beetlejuice au

Lydia is Virgil

Beetlejuice is Remus

Barbara is Patton

Adam is Logan

Delia is Roman

Charles is Janus

Juno is Orange

Someone write a fanfic of this please

#crossover #sanders sides #beetlejuice #sanders sides x beetlejuice #SS BJ au #okay but the dynamics fit #and I can’t stop imagining Patton singing Barbara 2.0 #and the part where Virgil and Remus go #I can be so #gross creepy ugly disgusting #well yes but #I just love the idea of this #fanfic prompt

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tss-whumper · 1 month

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run baby run au

this is probably one of my top favorite sanders sides aus of all time that i have ever made! i'm excited to finally post about it.

this au is very dark so read with caution!

(cw -> ableism, mentions of s/a, pedophilia, violence, physical abuse, kidnapping)

this story begins in an overcrowded group home, where two orphans, half-brothers, have found each other, clung to each other, and decided from there on out that they would never, ever let go.

their names are roman and logan.

roman is the older brother, standing at ten years old. he is willowy, starting to hit his growth spurt, and he has luscious dark skin and beautiful red-brown curls that sit wildly upon his head, just how he likes them. he is shockingly gentle considering how much energy he constantly carries around, and he is always curious. the world is his playground, and his vibrant imagination is always in use. and he is severely intellectually disabled. roman is a boy who has the same mental capacity as a six year old due to an intellectual disability, his iq being in the 40's. he struggles with basic tasks, and it is uncertain if he will ever be able to live independently. nobody in the group home could be bothered with parenting the boy, as they label him as difficult and bratty. so roman basically has no choice but to lean on his little brother.

speaking of little brother, logan is the younger of the two, six years old to be exact. he is tiny, extremely tiny in fact, and he has light olive skin and pin-straight black hair that he chooses to keep long because brushing it soothes him. he is startlingly mature for his age, and he always has a gleam in his eyes as if he's always observing the world around him in a careful, scrutinizing way. he is a genius, able to learn things very quickly, to the point where he is at a high school learning level when other kids his age are barely at elementary school level. and out of necessity, he has learned how to parent his older brother, helping him through things that he cannot do, and basically dedicating his entire life and all of his time to making sure that roman's various needs are met. he doesn't see any other option. nobody else is going to take care of roman, and he is the only one who is capable. so he does it. and he loves roman dearly throughout it all, seeing the potential roman has where nobody else does.

roman and logan struggle in the group home. nobody wants to adopt them, or even foster them, because they are such a unique case. many people have tried to separate the brothers, but it never works. they are too attached, and they cannot imagine life without each other. until virgil, their kind, standoffish, and very anxious social worker decides that enough is enough. he loves roman and logan like they are his own, and he decides to make them his own. he adopts them, and roman and logan are thrilled that they get to live with the one person in the group home situation who was actually nice to them.

but good things don't always last forever.

virgil struggles. a lot. with raising these two kids. he tries very hard to give them equal attention, but it becomes difficult as roman has a lot of needs, while it seems like logan has very few. logan can take care of himself in the morning. logan can make his own meals when he is hungry. logan can do his own homework without help. logan can, logan can, logan can. and roman can't. not without help, at least. so virgil finds himself spread too thin trying to take care of roman, while logan is sort of neglected, left in the dark. it doesn't help that logan is a very independent type who doesn't like to be vulnerable. logan doesn't want help from virgil. he's six, and then he's ten, and then he's fourteen. and he still doesn't want help. and when roman turns eighteen and has to deal with the transition from kid to adult, he needs even more help, and so logan distances himself even more, deciding to skip high school entirely and attend the local college for schooling.

in college, logan meets a sweet and happy man named patton. unlike the other college students, who view logan with irritation and disgust, patton is very nice to logan, offering to study with him and hang out with him after classes. logan is shocked, and a bit excited that a college student wants to hang out with him. so he accepts, and the two grow closer and closer. patton starts to invite logan to parties, and then, he slowly transitions into inviting logan into his dorm room alone. the two kiss within two weeks of knowing each other, and logan feels like he's in heaven. somebody loves him romantically. somebody knows him without knowing his complicated family situation. so logan distances himself from his family more and more as his relationship with patton grows. patton tells logan that he just turned eighteen. when logan nervously tells patton that he's fourteen, patton only laughs and tells him that age is not that important.

age is not that important.

and patton isn't actually eighteen. he is going on twenty-five.

but logan doesn't know that. and since he has never been in a relationship before, and he doesn't even tell virgil and roman about what's going on, he doesn't have anybody to talk to as the relationship between him and patton grows more and more...dangerous. patton starts locking logan in the dorm room, not letting him out until logan touches him the way he wants. patton starts to hit logan whenever logan says no to patton's advances, or speaks out against him in any way. and the very first time patton sexually assaults logan, the poor boy's world turns upside down. he feels broken, disgusting. but he can't tell anyone. roman wouldn't understand. and virgil? logan couldn't stand the idea of seeming like some disgusting delinquent, or a sex-crazed animal. he didn't want virgil to blame him. so he keeps quiet, and lets it keep happening.

(this is only part one! there is more to the au than this, but this is the first arc, and i don't want to give away the entire storyline in one post because there are a LOT of plot twists! this is one of my most favorite aus, so please let me know if you want part two!)

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typically-untypical · 11 months

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I have a writing prompt for anyone who's interested. Modern AU, Remy, Picani, and Janus as the pairing but! Janus and Remy are in an established relationship and are scheming to get Picani to join them who is Remy's therapist.

#sanders side fic #fanfic ideas #please someone I don't have the brain cells to write this right now!

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cyberramble · 2 years

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Does anyone know any good fics about Patton finally snapping? Like full on hitting someone with no remorse? Or any starters for that type of thing, cuz I want to try and write something about that but I can't seem to get it started ngl.

#sanders sides #patton sanders #thomas sanders #Patton snaps #Starter request #fanfic idea #ts patton #patton angst #???#its debatable #Id prefer if that someone was Logan but that's too specific

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ace-the-fox · 2 years

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Ok so the idea is basically a fem/genderbent human sanders sides au (because it's me asking lol) and 3 girls are just out for a walk one day, these girls are Virginia, Louis and Patty (not related to our ongoing series, I'm just lazy with names) and while they're out for their walk they find a girl laying in the grass, they think she's dead, they call for an ambulance and turns out she's not dead but she was attacked very viciously, when she waked up she has no memory, like none at all, full amnesia, the only clue to her identity is the name tag on the uniform she was wearing "Robin", the uniform doesn't have a company name or logo just the name tag, they can't just leave her at the hospital so they take her home to the large house they all share (rich families), you can decide what happens from there. Wow, this is a lot, good luck lol

FINALLY I CAN ANSWER THIS-

Uh, yeah, here's your overdue fic. Other request will be filled... at some point in time... :,)

Memory - Part I (a sanders sides fanfic)

There were a lot of things Virginia expected to see on a nightly walk. Streetlamps, grass, houses. The moon, especially. She loved the moon. But anyways, there were a lot of very simple things to expect from a very simple night out.

A dead girl out in the grass somewhere was not one of them.

It was Louis, the most responsible out of the trio, to speak first. "Check if she's breathing before we do anything else," she instructed, almost eerily steadily. Patty nodded at her, and bent down next to the still girl's form. Just as she went to check for any sign of life, the other girl's eyes shot up so quickly Virginia felt her heart nearly burst out of her chest.

She was clearly hurt. The other girls could see the blood, scrapes and bruising even in the dark. She clearly had some difficulty moving. Patty gently stopped her as she tried to sit up. "No! No, no..." she mumbled gently, putting a very light, comforting hand on her shoulder. "Just lay there a moment, we'll call an ambulance for you. Can you tell us your name?"

The girl paused. They could all see the gears turning behind her eyes. After a few unbearably long moments of silence, the girl screwed her eyes shut. "I... I don't know," she admitted. The trio gave each other a few looks, but Patty immediately went to reassure her. "Don't worry," she grinned as casually as possible. "I'm sure it'll come to you in a bit. Just relax for now. You're in good hands, and I'm sure you'll be in even better hands when the professionals come!"

She was clearly still uncomfortable, but managed to relax at Patty's comfort. The woman had always had a knack to make everyone feel better, regardless of the situation. Her control and ease even had an effect on Louis and Virginia, keeping them significantly more calm than they were at the time of seeing this strange girl.

The ambulance thankfully arrived not long later. They took the injured girl, as carefully as they could, off the ground and onto the ambulance bed. As they weren't friends or relatives, any the trio were disallowed from getting into the ambulance themselves. But that couldn't stop them from walking back home to Louis' car so they could drive to the hospital themselves. They just wanted to ensure she was okay, even if they didn't even know her name.

They arrived at the hospital, miraculously finding where she was, even with little knowledge of who on earth this girl was. Apparently, her name was Robin, as noted by the paramedics. It was on a nametag that the girls hadn't noticed due to shock, and even so couldn't read in the dark.

They found her in that hospital room, surprised to find her awake. Semi upright. Her bed lifted by her head at a 45° angle. Louis padded in first, quietly. Robin nearly jumped at seeing her there. "Who... are you?" she asked slowly, her voice quiet and horse.

Louis responded calmly, in her usual near monotone, so as not to frighten the poor girl any further than she clearly was. Hell, she was putting Virginia out of a job for being on guard. "I'm Louis. And this is Virginia and Patty. Very close friends of mine," she introduced herself. "We're the ones who found you. We just wanted to come see if you were okay."

Robin's lips pulled themselves tightly into a false smile. "I'm good," she nodded. But the smile immediately faltered, before fading away entirely. "I'm not, actually," she confessed, dejectedly. "Apart from the whole 'got beat up by a group of thugs' thing, which, by the way, ouch, I... don't know anything."

She gripped the blanket on her hospital bed, hands shaking. She was staring wide eyed at nothing in particular. "I only know my name because it was on that stupid name tag. Before the run in... nothing. My memory seems to have wiped itself clean. I don't know my own address, favorite colour, family members... anything." Her voice wobbled with emotion on the last word. Within seconds she was in hysterics.

Patty, always the emotionally sensitive, immediately scooped her into a hug. She said nothing, just rubbed her back as she let out all her darkest emotions. Virginia and Louis, much less emotionally sensitive, just watched awkwardly. Not knowing what to do.

"Thank you," Robin sniffled, after pulling back from Patty, wiping under her eyes with her fingers. "All of you. Truly. God knows what might have happened to me if you all hadn't found me." She smiled gratefully. The other three nodded politely. "Would you like us to leave you alone for a moment?" Louis suggested. "We'll be just outside the door." Robin nodded at her silently.

Louis ushered the other girls out of Robin's hospital girl, where the girl was still sniffling quietly, even after calming down significantly. They all stood in the hallway outside the room, looking at each other.

Surprisingly, it was Virginia who spoke first, who hadn't spoken since they found Robin at least an hour ago now. "She should come home with us," she blurted out. Her friends looked at her in shock. Virginia immediately averted eye contact, looking at the floor and fiddling with her sleeves in a flustered manner. "I... I just thought," she murmured carefully, "since she doesn't have any family she can remember, we could take her in for a bit. Until she finds out a bit more about herself and finds where she's meant to be. I mean, we are rich..." She laughed awkwardly.

Louis furrowed her brow in consideration, before shrugging her shoulders. "Virginia's right," she stated. "It would be the right thing to do." Patty clapped her hands excitedly, despite the situation. "Ooh, new roommate!" she gasped, excitedly. "And we can help her find her memories, like a murder mystery."

"Alright, calm down, Patty," Louis smirked, winking at her slightly. "We're just taking her in for her comfort and safety. Though it would be nice to help her with her amnesia in some way too." Patty beamed. They all nodded amongst one another.

And that was where the mystery unfolded...

#sanders sides #fanfic #genderbent #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #also you don't have to send another ask with a prompt like our other running fic #i have more developing ideas for this one on its own #but if you have a prompt for the next part send an ask if you so please #whatever works for you lol

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