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cavalrysystem · 6 months
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Did I just redesign my self insert again?
Yes yes I did.
Am I aware I do this far too often?
Yes. Yes I am.
Woe, Leo be upon ye
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artofjhope · 2 years
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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! I wanna celebrate those who have or may still be discovering themselves. You're safe here, and I can not be more thankful for those around me who confide in me and me in them.
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This is Emry; my anxiety. I went and designed her (or their) outfit- kinda wanna make that hoodie a thing now but I can't sew.
They're one of my biggest aspects, if I were to choose fight or flight I'd always end up with flight. Except for my friends I'd fight that war anygay. I'm not a huge confrontational person, it scares me to bits. I wanted to post them though because they have become, something I don't have to fear as much anymore. I have had it out with anxiety on and off for 20 years of my life. Thanks to my rekindled fire for Sanders Sides I can look at it differently. You could say Thomas was the catalyst of not only confronting but listening to my anxiety, he helped me with finding ways to hear it out, and methods to help ground itself in the present.
"Ya but you still fear change, and doing anything new, and meeting new people, and-"
Alright yes but I also can step back from those things to focus on my self, my health and even figuring out why I might be panicking. In all I just want to truly say, Thank you Thomas.
And Emry, even though I didn't know it before, and had lots of panic attacks, I'm still glad you never truly prevented me from chasing my dreams of dancing, and art, and just putting myself out there entirely into the world.
Have an amazing day, no month you guys.
"And if anyone tries anything, I will find them... "
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fishedsticks · 5 months
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Just some ocs that mean so dearly to me,,
The first two are from the same universe! Adam (they/he) and Mateo (they/them), some zombie apocalypse gals that I constantly put through heck. They mean everything to me
The last is a sketch of a tma oc, Rayne Sweets (he/they)! Don’t even get me started on that guy (He’s based off of Patton from sandersides,, I’m so embarrassed/j)
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brainlicking · 1 year
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So uh... any other TSS fans know REPO! The Genetic Opera?
Anyways, after two and a half years I’ve finally finished this comic! Drawing the original 9 pages and then having to re-draw them all took up most of that time lol
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spookyspeks · 9 months
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My OC Joseph <33
I could fix him
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naminethewriter · 20 days
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On the Road, Just the Two of Us
Chapter Five: Living the Ranch Life, Just the Two of Us (again, not really, but shush)
Masterpost | First | Previous | Next | Ao3
Summary: This was written for @dukeceit-week-2024, @dukeceitweek
Janus and Remus are living in a campervan at the moment. Are they going somewhere? Who knows. The only thing that’s important is that they’re together.
Content Warnings: probably not accurate to actually living on a ranch, I'm sorry..., Original Background Characters
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“Janny! Janny! Look!” Remus yelled as he ran over to Janus who just left the chicken coop with a basket full of eggs.
“What is it, dear?”
“I look like a genuine cowboy! John lent me his vest!”
“That’s great, honey! Your boots really make the outfit.”
“They do, don’t they!” He lifted his legs to inspect the brown, knee-high boots with fringe at the side that were very cliché but one of Remus’ favorite possessions. “Anyway, John’s gonna teach me to lasso, you wanna come?”
“I promised Jane I’d help in the kitchen. But you have fun.”
“Thanks, I will!” With that Remus ran off in the direction of the cow stables. Janus chuckled as he looked after him before making his way to the main house. He went to the kitchen and placed the basket on the counter.
“Thank you, Janus. You’re a big help,” Jane smiled, as she wiped her hands on her apron and moved over to inspect his haul.
“It’s not why we’re here,” Janus quipped. “We came for a five-star hotel experience and not because Remus always wanted to see what living on a ranch was like.”
Out of the window, the two of them could see Jane’s husband John showing Remus how to tie a big length of rope into a proper noose for lassoing. Jane chuckled at the sight.
“He seems like an excitable fellow. It’s too bad you two are only staying a week. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind having you for longer.”
“You’re the first person to ever say that, I think,” Janus joked, though there was some truth to that. Usually, both he and Remus had a hard time fitting in with their surroundings. The last four days they spent on the ranch, helping out where they can and learning a lot of new skills had been physically intense but mentally relaxing in a way Janus wasn’t used to from his usual routine.
“Oh, I doubt that!” Jane huffed. “You are both so nice, how could anyone not want you around?”
“Let’s just say, if we’d been born into this kind of environment, a lot of things might have been different.”
“Well, that’s obvious. Everyone would be different if you changed just one aspect of their past. I always thought that dwelling on the what-ifs was a waste of time. Live your life how you see fit and don’t look back too much. You’ll miss what’s in front of you! Now take these potatoes here. They need peeling and cutting.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Janus quietly started on his work while Jane bustled around him, humming lightly to the radio that was playing on low volume in the corner. In between the peeling and cutting, he looked outside. Remus seemed to have the time of his life, waving the length of rope over his head and running around without abandon.
“I don’t think I’ve seen him that happy in a long time,” Janus commented, more to himself than to Jane, though she did stop her own vegetable cutting.
“That so? He seemed to me like that from the start.”
“Yeah, this trip’s been good for him.”
“I mean it, Janus, if you wanna stay longer, you can! We have no other bookings for a week or two.”
Janus looked over at her and she was smiling at him with a warm expression he’s never seen on his own mother’s face.
“I appreciate the offer, Jane, but sadly we do have somewhere to be.”
“Is that so? A shame. Where you off to, if I may ask?”
“A wedding. Remus’ brother will be quite mad with us if we miss it.”
“Oh, I’d imagine! I’d be cross with you as well!” Jane laughed. “Well, then let’s make the most of our time together and cook to our hearts content, huh?” She gently nudged Janus’ side with her elbow and he smiled. Looking out the window, he saw Remus sitting on the ground, somehow tangled up in his own rope with John trying to free him. Both seemed to be laughing though, so Janus wasn’t worried.
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
Another month. There was no need to worry for another month. They just had to keep an eye on their destination. That’s all.
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scesketch · 6 months
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I’m practicing character design! These are all based on emotions or human functions—think Inside Out or Sanders Sides. I call them the ✨Aesthetics✨
(More will be coming out soon, so stay tuned!)
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drawingwithnara41 · 1 year
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Our emo nightmare is here😈
His design was much simpler than the others but I'm very proud of him
I think I was able to capture his dark aura well :D
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depressed-alone · 9 months
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‼️EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS‼️
help a guy out if you can :'))
I've got commissions open over on ko-fi !! All info can be found over there!
Even if you dont want a commission, if you have a few dollars to spare please consider donating. I'm unemployed atm but I need to pay rent by the end of the month and I'm desperate :'))
(I'll put the fandoms I'm in/used to be in, in the tags but obviously you can comm me to draw any character!!)
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analogicalreasoning · 3 months
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Shakes imaginary keys at the Sanders Sides OC community
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Come get your AnalogicalReasoning art 🔑 🗝 🔑
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cavalrysystem · 6 months
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I redesigned my self insert AGAIN because I am indecisive
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piistach · 11 months
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May 2023
I'm trying to find different ways to post art and still warm-up. So maybe I'll start posting sketch dumps! Here are doodles from the month of May. ^^
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phantomhunt · 13 days
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I'm torn on who I should cosplay
(Also yes, Mor from @ask-the-t-sanders-sides )
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spoofy-drawings · 7 months
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Logan meets some of my ocs!
Luke is an assistant scientist/failed experiment. He’s very tired. He’s also one of the villains in my own show that’s in production, Hidden Beneath! Logan and him would probably get along great! Despite their large age gap-
Herbert was actually a design I made a while ago as an attempt to make “dark side Logan” but ended up being his own character of mine. He’s a stoner, who’s besties with an 8ft tall tiger. Logan and him would NOT get along, as Herbert is a lot to unpack and more similar to Remus, just a lot more tame-
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naminethewriter · 6 months
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One's Hometown, One's New Home
Chapter One: Quiet Meeting
Masterpost | Next | Ao3
@tss-anxceit-week
Summary: Janus’ hometown is a usually quiet place where everyone knows everyone. So when someone new moves in, they’re usually the hottest topic of local gossip. The newcomer then comes by the library Janus works at, he can’t help but chat with him a little. Doesn’t hurt that he’s good looking as well.
Content Warnings: None
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“Ah, hello Janus. I hope you are having a lovely day?”
Janus looked up from the book he was looking through for damages. He had already done the same for a few books that had been returned to the library within the past week and only found a few, not noteworthy wrinkles and tears.
“Judy, welcome,” he greeted the old woman standing in front of his station with a smile. “Yes, it’s nice and quiet today. No school class coming through.”
“Oh, those little rascals aren’t so bad. It’s nice to see the town so lively.”
“I could see your point if this wasn’t a library and people are supposed to stay quiet in here.”
Judy chuckled. “They’re just kids, cut them some slack.”
“I am,” Janus argued. “They’re respectful with handling our books, at least. But I can still appreciate the days where I don’t have to deal with them, right?”
“Yes, I suppose that’s only fair. Anyway, I’ve brought you something.” She reached down next to her and pulled up a basket that she set on his station. “I made lemon bars for my son’s visit last weekend and I might have gone a little overboard. Take these and share them with the others, won’t you?”
Janus peaked under the cloth covering the basket and a nice smell spread around him. Judy’s baking was legendary, so he wasn’t about to turn her down. Instead, he was considering simply not telling his coworkers about the treats at all.
Then again, he couldn’t eat all of those by himself.
“Will do, Judy. Thank you very much.”
“Oh, no need for that. Consider it a thank you for all the help you’ve given me.”
“Speaking of which, are you looking for something in particular today?”
“Well, I may have heard that you got a new shipment in last week,” she began with a glint in her eye and Janus knew what her question would be before she asked it.
“Yes, we now do carry that new mystery novel of your favorite author,” he chuckled and her face lit up with excitement.
“Wonderful! It’s in the usual isle then?”
“It is.” He held up his hand when she was about to hurry away. “But I have a second copy right here with your name on it.” He pulled out the book in question and handed it to her.
“Oh, you are a godsent, Janus!” Judy laughed and Janus had to raise his finger to his lips to remind her she was in a library. “Right, right, I apologize. Thank you for saving it for me.”
“You’re very welcome. I can only let you borrow it for two weeks though, we already have a small waiting list.”
“But you said it was on the shelf?”
“I did and it is, but that copy can’t be borrowed for now. At least not while it’s in such high demand. We have three copies. One which will stay here, and two that are available for checkout.”
“And you still saved one for me, how sweet. I’ll make sure to return it as soon as I am done with it then.”
“Please do.” Janus scanned Judy’s library card to make the checkout official before waving after her as she left the building in hurried steps, very eager to start the book as soon as she got home. Janus quietly chuckled as he watched her leave before he got back to work.
Wednesdays were usually his quiet days. They opened and closed and hour later than other weekdays and the local elementary school’s reading program had the teachers bring in their brats every other week on Mondays, Tuesdays or Thursdays. Janus hadn’t lied to Judy, he didn’t mind the kids all that much, at least not this far into the year when they finally learned to respect not only the librarians but the books themselves and he much more rarely found scribbles on brought back pages.
Still, he preferred the days when they didn’t come.
So, he enjoyed it, working quietly until the automatic doors slid open again to let in another visitor. Janus looked up fleetingly, thinking it would be just a regular coming through, but instead he saw someone he had never seen before.
Which happened rarely. This town wasn’t the smallest, but Janus knew pretty much everyone who lived here at least vaguely enough to recognize them.
Considering the latest rumors, he did have a good idea of who the stranger was.
The man – or male presenting, Janus supposed – stopped after crossing the threshold, taking a moment to look around and orient himself. He wore a hoodie that was too large for his frame with the hood pulled up, so Janus couldn’t make out much of his face, but he could tell that he was quite tall despite his slouch and rather slim built.
And pale in a way that almost seemed sickly.
(Not that Janus fared much better.)
The stranger spotted Janus after a few moments and hesitantly approached.
“Uhm, hey,” he greeted once he stood in front of Janus’ workstation. He kept his voice quiet, and Janus was intrigued by his low baritone.
“Welcome!” Janus greeted with a smile, doing his best to hide his staring. “You must be the new tenant of Mrs. Talbot. Are you adjusting well enough to our quaint town?”
“Why the fuck do you know where I live?” The stranger had taken a step back, glaring at Janus with eyes that he could now make out were a deep brown.
“We don’t get a lot of new people here, so if someone moves in, it’s usually the talk of the town for a bit. And I’m a central person in terms of gossip. It’s nothing personal, I assure you.”
“It’s creepy.”
Janus shrugged. “I can see why you’d think that. But that’s just how it is here. And you’re even the special kind of newbie, so everyone’s doubly interested.”
“What does that mean?!” the stranger hissed. “How am I special?”
“Well, there’s only a few reasons people come here. The first is that they’re moving back. I myself belonged to that category after I came back after going to college out of state. Has the rumor mill going about all the changes that happened in the time they were gone. I, for example, got a lot more into fashion. And grew my hair out. I got so many questions about how I took care of it, you wouldn’t believe it.”
Janus’ rambling seemed to have calmed the stranger down a bit, since he now came over to lean against the station instead of keeping his distance as if Janus was about to jump him.
“Then there’s the people that get dragged here by other locals. Partners, mostly. They often have to endure some scrutiny to see if they’re good enough for whoever brought them here. We have a lot of old ladies with strong opinions on what a good relationship is, so look out for them if you ever start dating while you’re here.
“Third,” Janus was counting down by his fingers now, “are the workers. Transferred to a backwater town like ours often leads to grumpiness, so you can usually tell who’s here because their contract demanded it. Sometimes they warm up to it, often times they don’t and transfer out again as soon as they can. Second to last there’s the nature people who just want to live somewhere with a bunch of trees. And we got plenty of those. And last but not least, there’s people like you. You just show up one day, with no roots, a past you don’t want to talk about and wanting as little attention as possible.”
“You sure make a lot of judgements without knowing anything about me,” the man murmured, but he didn’t look as put off as he did at the start of their conversation.
Janus shrugged. “Maybe. It comes from experience, however. I helped out here even before I finished school and it’s a gathering space for a lot of people. I developed a good sense of intuition that way. Plus, my father was like you, too.” The stranger simply raised an eyebrow. “It’s a long story, maybe I’ll tell you about it if you’d invite me out to a drink sometime.” Janus smirked as the other chuckled.
“Your quite forward, aren’t you.”
“I know what I like and I don’t like beating around the bush.”
“You don’t even know my name.”
“You could change that.”
That startled another chuckle out of the stranger. “It’s Virgil. Nice to meet you.”
“Janus.” He took the offered hand and shook it firmly. “I look forward to getting to know you, Virgil.”
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