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i-will-physically-fight-you · 1 year

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I posted 820 times in 2022

That's 324 more posts than 2021!

384 posts created (47%)

436 posts reblogged (53%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@i-will-physically-fight-you

@sidespart

@ironwoman359

@brain-deadx0

@sandersstudies

I tagged 738 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#kat talks - 309 posts

#kat answers - 109 posts

#with you i'm always queue - 86 posts

#virgil sanders - 52 posts

#anon - 49 posts

#janus sanders - 46 posts

#roman sanders - 45 posts

#kat reblogs - 44 posts

#werewolf au - 40 posts

#logan sanders - 38 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#but i did think of it in a poetic way as the creature didnt ask to be brought to life in a world that despises him on his outward appearance

My Top Posts in 2022:

SvS except Thomas actually can’t remember if the wedding takes place the same day as the audition or not, so instead it’s like

“Thomas, it’s just...the audition sounds really great but aw, jeepers, isn’t that the same day as the wedding?”

“Is it?”

“Patton is right, it is the same day. Look, I have it in my planner!”

“Logan, that paper’s blank.”

“Wait, no, that can’t be right...Thomas, I thought you agreed to a phone planner app to help with productivity and remembrance of important dates.”

“I--well, you did make a very compelling argument! It’s just Roman also had a compelling argument.”

“The idea of blocking out specific times to do specific tasks is very incongruent to how creativity works! You cannot restrain or control creativity--”

“Alright, fine, what about just putting down important dates?”

“I would but--”

“Oh, let me make a deduction--Virgil made a more compelling argument?”

“Listen, a phone planner app...thing...is great and all, but it’s only setting Thomas up to fail. In a perfect world, sure, it would work. But if Thomas is unable to complete a task on his list or even just looking all the commitments he has to fulfill is only going to be more stressful and demotivating than it’s actually worth.”

“And somehow that outweighs the possibility of Thomas forgetting an important date or task that could cause a larger amount of preventable stress?!”

“...Are they hissing at each other?”

“Uh, guys, I don’t think that’s Logan.”

222 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

Normalize the idea that anxiety and depression can often be a life-long issue that can be treated (therapy, medication, healthy coping mechanisms, etc) but not completely cured. Anxiety and depression is something that can be in remission for people, i.e generally unimpactful to a person for weeks, months, sometimes years but it can flare up abruptly and unexpectedly in a person’s life and greatly affect their ability to function and do certain tasks that people without anxiety and depression would otherwise not struggle with.

298 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

Being ADHD means somehow opening up a whole different website than the one you intended and then proceeding to get completely distracted on it until you forget your original intention upon opening up your web browser smh

551 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

Say what you will of Sanders Sides, but I love the fact that the show followed a coherent timeline that was aligned with our irl timeline up until April 2019 and now it’s been ambiguously stuck in April 2019 for like three years now

2,359 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Non-writers will assume that you control every action a character makes and will think you’re crazy for saying “I do not control every action my character makes” but it’s true. As a writer you will be writing something where you go “And so Character A does this” and Character A looks at you straight in the eye and goes, “No FVCK YOU IM GONNA DO THIS INSTEAD”, takes the keys and drives away in the plot car on a narrative of their own choosing while you’re just left stranded going, “DAMMIT I HAVE TO REWRITE THE OUTLINE FOR THE TWENTY-SIXTH TIME”

2,755 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #laughing at the fact at how much i reblog my own posts that it shows up in my review #also i posted more this year than last year?? h u h #long post #also every time i post a writing memey post and it escapes containment #theres always discourse in the tags *sighs*

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macademmia · 4 years

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Roman Centric Fic Recs

because we all need more Princey in our lives

Say Anything by @sanderssstuff

This fic is a really great character study of a selectively mute Roman, super angsty, and very well done <3

Til the Sun is In the Sky by @i-will-physically-fight-you

Very interesting fic about Roman as a genie who serves Patton. High quality angst, great character development and hurt/comfort. Patton is amazing in this one and the writing is just so well done.

Monsters of the Subconscious by @quarantinevibes2020

Oh my god I love this fic so much. It’s a finished multichapter that has Roman and Janus hurled into the subconscious. Fantastic world building, plot, and character development. Janus and Roman working out their issues? Amazing. Remy being a king? Fantastic. Roman realizing his worth? Perfection. Hotel? Trivago

Powerless by @impatentpending

okay so this is one of the most popular fics in the fandom, but I’m gonna put it on here anyways. It has one of the best characterization of Roman I’ve ever seen. It is no joke when I say I would die for Roman Garcia. Amazing plot and word building, this fic genuinely makes me believe in the goodness of humanity, if you haven’t read it yet, what are you still doing here?

Divergent Evolution by @sidespart

okay so this is *technically* a comic but who cares. This has some really great Roman angst, and some amazing Logince comic. It’s currently on hiatus, but it’s awesome and you should go check it out

Dreaming While I Wake by @onthevirgeofdestruction

okay so this is one of my favorite fics in the fandom period. Basically it’s about Roman getting adopted by Patton and Thomas. And yeah, the thomas/patton does normally squick me out but it didn’t bother me here as much because this is such an amazing fic(and a human AU) The Roman characterization is phenomenal, and the angst kills you in the best way possible. I also LOVE teenage Virgil in this. God, I wish I could give this Roman a hug. It’s not finished but it does Update every Saturday so go check it out!

Come on, Stand to My Left by @princelogical

oh my god, I love this verse, it’s QPR Logince. This fic really goes into what self hatred feels like and what it looks like from the people around you, I would highly suggest it(and the rest of the verse, or literally anything else by this author her work is amazing, I could go on and on about her college AU-)

Go give these awesome authors some love unless you want me to hunt you down :)

have a great day!!

#fic recs with emma #sanders sides #sanders sides fic recs #roman angst #roman sanders #prinxiety #roceit #logince #ts roman #roman and remus #royality #roman centric #GIVE HIM MORE LOVE

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transromansanders · 3 years

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Moceit Au similar to the one @sidespart made that I'm working on writing for, but darker and kind of role-swapped?

Warnings: murder, abuse, kidnapping, guns, gunshot wounds, threat of dying, no actial major character death.

Janus is a serial killer, a black widow so to speak, having married a string of rich men and killed all of them. The first time was because he had gotten married far too fast and far too young and was being abused, but after that he started marrying rich immoral men with the intention of killing them.

Patton is a little different than his previous targets. He's younger, and he has four young children (Virgil, Logan, Roman, and Remus). But he's rich, so Janus reasons he must have done something terrible to get that way.

They meet at a hotel where Janus knows Patton is staying for a business trip and have a whirlwind romance, mostly one-sided, except Janus can't help but find Patton's goofiness oddly charming. He still keeps his distance, emotionally, because he's convinced Patton is just like his previous husbands. They're engaged before Patton even has the chance to introduce Janus to his sons.

Then Patton takes Janus to his home for the first time, and it's... surprisingly humble? I mean, obviously it's more than big enough for a family of five-about-to-be-six, but it isn't the mansion that Janus was expecting. And the kids, he had no idea they were actually like... a family. He thought Patton had probably just adopted them for good publicity, but they really love their dad, and their uncles, Emile and Remy, who take care of them when Patton goes on business trips. And Virgil and Logan are immediately suspicious of Janus' intentions, while Roman and Remus think their new father-to-be is the best thing since sliced bread. And they have dinner together, and Janus moves in over the next week, and everything feels good and happy and wholesome. Janus finds out that Patton actually donates a lot of his money to worthwhile charities, often picked by Logan and Virgil, the oldest two of the children. During the planning of the wedding, everything seems to be going smoothly, and as the wedding gets closer, Janus realizes he can't kill Patton. He panics and makes plans to leave town the day before the wedding.

Two days before the wedding, though, a police detective and his partner knock on the door of Patton's home asking for Janus. Virgil is the one who answers the door, and by now he's grown attached to Janus. So he starts to panic. Logan runs over and demands to know what these strange men did to Virgil while at the same time trying to comfort his brother. Then one of them flashes his badge, and Logan takes Virgil to get Patton. Patton tries to find out what's going on, but all that they'll tell him is that they need to question Janus.

By now the whole household has come to see what's going on. Janus steps forward, refusing to look at or speak to Patton, and goes with the men.

Big mistake. As he finds out as soon as they're out of view of the house, these men are not police. They rough him up pretty badly and tie him up, and take him to a warehouse. There, he is confronted by the younger brother of one of his victims. He's beaten up some more, and then told this is where he dies. And he supposes it's fitting, that he dies before he can hurt Patton and his family... not just Patton's family, Janus' too. And he has this epiphany, a moment of clarity in which he realizes he loves Patton and those children and that he will not let this be how it ends. So he does what he does best. He talks, persuades, coaxes, until they aren't on the subject of killing him anymore. He buys himself enough time to escape the ropes—he's unfortunately had to do that before—then wrestles the gun from one of the fake police before they even really realize what's happening. He points the gun at his captor's head and demands an apology, demands that the man beg for his life. He shoots both fake police in the leg, then his captor in the shoulder, keeping the gun pointed at them as he leaves.

Meanwhile, Patton's gone to the police station and figured out that Janus isn't there, so now the actual police are looking for Janus to rescue him. They pick up a limping, exhausted Janus on the side of the road, and Janus assumes he's going to prison for the rest of his life or worse, but they take him to the hospital, and then he's being treated for his injuries, and soon Patton and the kids are there, and he tells Patton to have the kids wait outside, and he breaks down and confesses everything to his fiance. He says he understands if Patton hates him, but then Patton's hugging him, reassuring him that he did what he had to and what he thought was right. He promises to never tell a soul, and that if the law catches up with Janus they'll figure it out.

They postpone the wedding until Janus is doing better, and it's a lovely affair, far more intimate and magical than any of Janus' previous weddings. Emile is Patton's best man, and Remy is Janus', Virgil and Logan are groomsmen, Roman and Remus are the ring bearers. Janus wears a white suit with a pale yellow bow tie. Patton wears a black suit with a pale blue bow tie. Both wear roses on their lapels, red to symbolize their love. Their something old is Patton's father’s cufflinks, something new is a drawing the twins made of what they wanted the wedding to look like tucked in Janus' pocket (their drawing has far more unicorns than the actual wedding, but they're fine with the general lack of unicorns as long as they get cake), their something borrowed is Emile's wedding veil, pinned in Janus' hair, and their something blue is Janus' socks, although Patton's tie could count too. When they kiss, there isn't a dry eye in the room. Their first dance is to the song Calico Skies by Paul McCartney. Their wedding cake is a classic white cake with buttercream frosting, decorated with piped yellow and blue flowers. As neither of them really have family outside of each other and the kids and Emile and Remy, Emile dances a dance with Patton, and Logan with Janus. Then the other three insist on all dancing with Janus at once. It's very cute. Janus may or may not cry.

The law never does catch up with Janus. And Patton convinces him eventually to go to therapy to discuss the abuse he endured. And the kids grow up in a happy home with two loving fathers.

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jzixuans · 4 years

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Whose the dragon in your Roman post?

funny story

that is roman’s familiar, baby, from that thing lia and i have been writing since october

not to be confused with the other dragon friend of roman’s named baby by @sidespart that’s been going around the fandom (same hat!!). the resemblance is entirely coincidental and we promise we’re not copying their idea

(our baby is this dragon)

#in our defence baby is a Very fitting name for a tiny dragon friend #but two cakes amirite #we've put roman and baby through some shit so we've come too far to change their name now #so tldr we don't mean to step on toes!! just a happy coincidence :)#lad of inbox #ask

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ironwoman359 · 4 years

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Read this really good fic on tumblr, oneshot, where Roman and Virgil and I think Patton were in a treehouse talking about their siblings and injuries they've gotten roughhousing with their sibs and Roman reflects on the abuse he got from Remus but comes to the conclusion that it's "not abuse if a sibling does it" and doesn't tell his friends about it? What is it bc it's really good and I wanna beg the author to make a sequel and fix the angst

That’s Sibling Culture by @sidespart!

Also just a tip for you, a lot of writers don’t actually like it very much when they are asked to “fix” their angst/unhappy endings. Some don’t mind, of course, but it can be pretty upsetting to have worked very hard on something and then have all the comments be about wishing it was different.

I’d suggest, instead of ‘begging for a sequel’ or ‘begging the author fix it,’ simply asking something along the lines of “hey is writing a sequel to that fic somehting you’d be interested in because I’d love to read it/see a happy ending if you wanted to write one,” and then if the author says no, they want to keep it unhappy/angsty, to respect that decision.

And they might say yes! When I wrote I’m Left in the Dark it was originally just a quick, angsty little oneshot but when I was asked about a happy ending I decided that I wanted to see everything get better too, so I went ahead and wrote it. But sometimes, we want our angst to just stay angst, and I think it’s important to keep that in mind. Not saying you’re doing anything wrong, or that you shouldn’t ask @sidespart if they’re considering writing more! Just thought I’d throw that out there, since I know there are some people who are pretty sensitive about that stuff <3

#fic hunt #asks and answers

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omgsomeonesomewhereonearth · 3 years

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hi so sorry to bother you but do you remember that sidespart's moceit soulmate au idea where patton studies theology or something and has a snake soul-tattoo and janus' face is half covered in hearts? did you ever end up writing it? or know of someone else who did? because i couldve sworn i saw that au on ao3 but now i cant find it

...ah. So, this is something I should have probably adressed long ago, but was just kind of too scared to do so.

I did end up starting that au, and I think I wrote about three chapters before I eventually gave up? I wasn't in the best place emotionally when I was writing that fic, and despite me really wanting to continue and trying over and over again to write the next part I just...couldn't.

And then, everytime I logged into ao3 to check it out the fic was just there. I was still getting kudos and kind comments from people about the fic, that I would have been thrilled to recieve at any other time, but at that particular time, and that particular fic they just felt like a massive looming reminder of just how many people I was disappointing because I couldn't write the next bit and after a while I just snapped, and I couldn't do it anymore.

I deleted the fic off ao3 and tumblr. And yes, I probably shouldn't have, and yes I know there were other options, like orphaning the fic or something like that, but the amount of time that transpired between me making the decision to delete and me actually doing it was shockingly short. The minute after I deleted the fic though, it felt like a massive weight had lifted off my shoulders.

And, like a coward, I never addressed it. So, I'm sorry to this anon, and to anyone else who might have been wondering about that fic (I know I got atleast 40 followers when I posted that first chapter alone). I didn't mean to disappoint anybody, it was just an impulsive decision I made when I was going through a rough time.

#ask #anonymous #sorry guys #that fic was far from the only thing stressing me out at that time #in fact it was probably the smallest of my stresses if I'd actually stopped to think about it #but for some reason all my feelings of dread and despair had decided to concentrate itself on why I couldn't just write it

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sher-soc-the-famder · 5 years

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Indulge Me

Summary: They didn't know how long he had been watching. They didn't know he had been watching at all.

“Doesn’t it get tiring?” Indulgence asked, “All the worrying and caring and running. I could keep you safe! I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted, just say the word and it’s yours! Anything for my treasure.” Ethan bit down on his hand, torn between screaming that he’d never agree to that and the quiet, resigned part of him that agreed with Indulgence. God, he was tired.

Word Count: 2830

Warnings: Stalking, Non-con touching, possessiveness, Villain!Roman, Dark Side!Roman

Notes: I had a lot of fun writing this! :D Inspired by @sidespart‘s post! Maybe once I’m done with my monster of a Big Band I’ll explore this AU a bit more. Huge thanks @wisepuma23 for being awesome and helping with this <3

Read on AO3

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Roman hummed as he glided through his room. His heels clicked against the floor in a delicious beat and Roman couldn’t help the smile that curled his lips upwards. Today would be a good day. He didn’t have to put up with Repression or Insanity. He could do whatever he wanted, which was what he did best. He turned to his mirror and his smile turned into a wild grin.

He could see his love.

He glided to his vanity and took a seat. He squinted at his reflection, tilting his face this way and that. He had to be absolutely perfect before going to visit his love. A brush of foundation, a splash of blush, a shadow of eyeliner, and just a touch of eye shadow. Roman batted his eyes at his own reflection and licked his lips. Perfect.

He reached out and trailed his fingertips against the glass of the mirror. His reflection rippled and blurred. The image of his room disappeared. It smoothed out into the kitchen of those blasted light sides. Spoil sports was what they were. Well, most of them. Roman leaned against his hand, his grin softening into something else as his love entered the scene.

Self-preservation.

Roman reached out to run a finger down the image of Self-Preservation’s face. So soft, so sweet, and yet hiding a core of steel. He couldn’t hear anything they were saying but his love bumped his hip against one of the other plebeians and threw his head back into a laugh. One day, Roman would give him the life he deserved, away from those unworthy of his presence.

The rickety little cabin they lived in was no place for a prince. The prince to his king. Roman could picture it now. A grand castle for just the two of them, his love always within reach. He would want for nothing. He could eat the grandest of foods and be dressed in the finest of silks. Roman would make him a ruler, and never again would his love worry about Thomas.

Everything would be as they deserved.

“Soon,” he whispered as his love adjusted his beanie and shoved at the one teasing him. “Soon, we’ll be together.”

Roman stood up, and adjusted the cape around his shoulders. Only the best for himself after all. Soon, that would include the best side in all of the mindscape as well. After all-

Whatever he wanted, he got.

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Ethan blinked and glanced around their kitchen. His hand slipped from Virgil's arm as the weight on his shoulders lifted. He narrowed his eyes at their locked door. The other sides in the mindscape wouldn’t bother them now. They didn’t even know where they had hidden away. He had made sure of that. The last little bit of good in Thomas, away from where they could rub their grubby little fingers all over it.

“Hey,” Virgil bumped his shoulder against Ethan’s and Ethan shook his head. “Earth to snake-man. Anyone home?”

“No,” Ethan said dryly, “You’ve been left with a life model decoy. Leave a message after the tone.”

Virgil snickered and leaned against him. Baden still slept upstairs, leaving just the two of them for breakfast. Not that it would last long. Ethan gripped the mug of coffee in front of him and tried not to think about what could happen to Virgil after he went out. Ethan would have to head out not long after him but at least he had less of a chance of running into one of the other sides.

“Hey,” Virgil repeated, “It’s going to be alright. Bastards can’t stand up to me.”

Ethan nodded silently rather than voicing his disagreement. They had lost their influence over Thomas a long time ago. Oh they were still there, still scraping by, but Repression had shoved them way down. Their voices couldn’t reach Thomas anymore. All of them except Virgil.

Ethan didn’t think any of them had expected Virgil, but it worked out in their favor. Ethan could keep them all hidden, Self-preservation around just enough to keep Thomas alive. Virgil braved trying to talk to Thomas, encouraging him to be brave enough to change his ways. Courage shining through even against the darkness of the others.

They’d chip their way into Thomas’ psyche if they needed. Stay enough of a counterbalance that Thomas wouldn’t do something he’d regret later. One day, one day they’d come back stronger than ever, they just needed to have hope.

Ethan let out a slow breath.

“We need more food,” he said quietly, instead of voicing his thoughts. Worries and hopes mixed together. Ethan had no idea how everything would turn out, all he could do was take one step forward. “I’ll be heading out today too.”

Virgil frowned into the distance. Ethan’s grip on his mug tightened, not that Virgil could see the way his fingers probably whitened only the way his mittens crinkled. He could barely feel the warmth through them.

“Be careful,” he murmured, “Indulgence was-” He chewed on the pad of his thumb quietly, tension in the room growing. “-weird. He was weird. Last time I went out. He kept asking about you. It makes me-”

“Nervous,” Ethan finished quietly, “Everything makes you nervous.” He shot Virgil a smile and took a sip of his tea. “We all muddle through in the end.”

Virgil barked out a laugh.

“If that’s what you want to call it.” He reached out and squeezed Ethan’s shoulder as he stood up. “Just- be careful alright? I don’t-” Virgil’s voice cracked and Ethan reached up to place a hand over the one Virgil had on his shoulder. He smirked at Virgil, watching the way he relaxed at the expression.

“You won’t,” he said easily, “They can’t keep me down. No matter what they throw at me, I’ll get right back up again.”

“Damn gay,” Virgil agree, holding his fist out. Ethan bumped his against it and then reached out to pull Virgil into a hug. Virgil wrapped his arms around his shoulders and Ethan buried his face into Virgil’s neck.

“Be careful yourself,” Ethan murmured.

“When am I not?” Virgil pulled away and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Yeah.” Ethan tugged on his beanie as Virgil sunk out, “See you tonight.”

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Ethan glanced around the corner, clutching the bag in his hands close to his chest. As much as he hated stooping to stealing to get by, if any of the citizens of the Imagination saw him they’d report him to one of the other sides. He huddled into the shadows as the guards ran by and scowled down at the offending bag. One day, he wouldn’t have to compromise his morals to survive.

He slipped across the street to the next alley way. As soon as he reached the border of the Imagination he could sink out without alerting Indulgence to his presence. He probably already knew Ethan was here but at least he couldn’t track him yet. The last thing Ethan wanted to do was lead him to the others.

He crouched low, keeping to the darkened corners as he followed the twisting alleys to the wall at the edge of the city. He ran a mitten against the wall, searching for the loose bricks that would let him slip out and to safety. He might even make it back before lunch.

“Well, well, well!” Ethan jumped at the voice, dropping the back in his hands and whirling around. Heels clicked against the stone, and Ethan bit back a scowl as Indulgence strode out of the shadows, his cape billowing out behind him. Honestly, what sort of self respecting villain wore a cape? Indulgence leaned against his cane and smirked, “A spot of gold among the rabble?”

Ethan felt his thoughts draw up short. What?

Indulgence kicked his own cane, and Ethan felt the wall against his shoulder as he huddled back and away from the other side. Indulgence bent down and picked up the bag Ethan had dropped holding it out to him. Ethan could hear his heartbeat in his ear. He didn’t move to take it back. Indulgence leaned in close.

“Looks like you dropped something,” he whispered. Ethan could feel his warm breath against his ears and he shivered. He snatched the bag back with a shaking hand and hoped that it wasn’t the wrong move. Indulgence laughed softly, pulling back just a bit. “Stealing now are we, my dear?”

“Not your dear,” Ethan whispered. Indulgence tilted his head to the side. Ethan felt his blood rush to his face as Indulgence ran his fingers against his cheek. The silken gloves brushed softly against his scales until Indulgence’s fingers gripped his cheek lightly to tilt his head up to look at him.

“What was that?”

Ethan blinked slowly, mind churning at Indulgence’s soft voice. He didn’t sound angry but everything Ethan knew about him screamed that he needed to step carefully. He didn’t know what Indulgence would do to him, but whatever it was, Ethan needed to be ready. He would get home. He would.

“That’s what I thought,” Indulgence said with a hum. His red eyes bored through Ethan’s and Ethan swallowed thickly. Indulgence’s voice turned soft, “Such a pretty little thing. And clever too. Courage may be the brawn behind your operation, but you, my dear, are certainly the brains. Not many would think to chip away the mortar that holds together my wall.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ethan said carefully, his hands tightening around the bag. Indulgence laughed, throwing his head back. His grip on Ethan's chin never wavered.

“And spirited too!” Indulgence leaned in again, his chest pressing up against Ethan’s. “Oh! But I haven’t introduced myself have I?”

“You’re Indulgence.”

“That’s my title yes, but it’s not who I am, is it?” Indulgence finally let go and took a step back to give a bow. His cape swished with the action and Ethan bit down on a laugh at how over the top the action looked. He had a feeling that laughing at the proud side wouldn’t end well. “My name is Roman, king of all that you see here.”

“Roman,” Ethan murmured. Indulgence looked up at him with wide eyes and a grin just a shade too large.

“Why,” Indulgence said, the breathless quality of his tone sending shivers down Ethan's spine, “the way that you say it is music to my ears. Repeat it for me?”

Ethan swallowed thickly, amusement fading. The besotted look on Indulgence’s face felt like shackles around his ankles and wrists. If Indulgence whisked him away, Virgil would do something stupid like storm the castle to get him back and all would be lost. He had to do something, he had to do something now.

“Roman,” he repeated, watching as Indulgence shivered. He forced his lips to curl up into a smile. He took a careful step forward. “You know,” his tongue curled slowly around the words, drawing them out to buy himself time, “if I am as clever as you say-” He pressed into Indulgence’s space, noting the way that Indulgence froze, as he leaned up to whisper in his ear.

“I’d have more than one way to escape.”

He swung the bag in his hand with all of the force could muster. He hit Indulgence right in the face. He didn’t wait to see the result, spinning on his heel and dashing through the nearest alley way. He boots slammed against the ground, and he ignored the screech coming from behind him.

“I want him alive!”

Ethan shivered, and ducked around the nearest corner. He had an exit through one of the sewers not far from where he was. All he had to do was get to it. Footsteps echoed in front of him and Ethan grimace. He dove to the side, scrambling behind a few of the boxes that lined the alleyway. He tugged one in front of himself and hunched down as far as he could go.

He watched as the guards ran past him and tried to relax. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a quiet breath. Virgil would come looking for him. He needed to get home before that happened. He inched forward and froze as the sound of clicking heels.

“That was rude you know,” Indulgence's voice echoed through the alleyway and Ethan pressed a hand to his mouth to hold back his hiss of surprise. “I just wanted to show you how special you are, my love. Not everyone catches my attention.”

Ethan shrunk back as Indulgence strode forward. He kept his eyes on Indulgence, tense to run at any moment.

“No more stealing to eat,” Indulgence cajoled, “No more hiding, no more late nights worrying about Thomas. In fact! I could see about talking to Repression, get you a real voice to talk to Thomas again. Everything you ever wanted. I could give it all to you.”

Silence. Indulgence sighed, and Ethan’s heart tore at the sound. As creepy as Indulgence was, he sounded heartbroken. He shook his head, huddling farther back, as if to escape his own mind. They were evil, every last one of them. They couldn’t be redeemed. He had to think that or he’d go insane.

He’d have to acknowledge just how badly he really failed then.

“Alright then,” Indulgence whispered, “You know where to find me, love, when you change your mind.”

Ethan hated how confident he sounded. Like he was so certain that Ethan would change his mind about helping Thomas, that he’d let Thomas fall completely to their influence and walk willingly into his castle. The day he did that was the day that Ethan was well and truly dead. Even as tired as he was, Ethan never wanted to reach that point.

He wrapped his arms around his legs. When had Indulgence started to obsess over him? Like hell, what just happened was because of love. What had he done to catch the other sides attention? He needed to know so that he never did it again. He rubbed his fingers against the inside of his mittens. For once, the soft material did nothing to calm him down. He trembled and shoved his head between his knees, just trying to breath.

He was fucked. He was so fucked. Indulgence would never stop chasing him. Once Indulgence set his eyes on something, he did everything in his power to get it. Indulgence wanted him. He wanted Ethan, to the point where he was willing to tell Ethan his name. Indulgence would pick him up like a toy and then use him until he broke.

If he died, it was well and truly over for Thomas. Virgil might last for a few months but in the end Insanity or Indulgence would do something over the top and Thomas would follow and they’d all die. This was the absolute worst case scenario-

And to make it even worse, a part of Ethan craved the idea of finally letting go. Of letting Indulgence pamper him with soft, silken sheets, with real unstolen food, showering him in a twisted devotion-

“Ethan?”

His head snapped up at the sound of Virgil’s voice. Virgil crouched in front of him, hands hovering over him like he wasn’t sure he should touch. Ethan lunged forward as Virgil’s arms opened wide and he burrowed into the Virgil’s hug.

“I got you,” Virgil whispered. “I got you. Come on, you’ll feel better once we’re safe.” Ethan’s fingers dug into Virgil’s back, even through his mittens. “Come on,” Virgil nudged him gently. “Before I get it in my mind to murder someone.”

“You always have half a mind to murder someone,” Ethan mumbled into his shoulder. He staggered along as Virgil lead the way to their sewer exit. His hands still shook but he could feel his heart start to slow now that Virgil was near. His not-quite-brother wouldn’t be much help if it came down to a true fight, but at least they’d go down together this way.

“Well, half of them deserve murdering,” Virgil shot back.

Ethan smirked weakly at him. Virgil smirked back and nudged the manhole cover out of the way. He offered Ethan a hand and helped him into the tunnels. Safe, finally. As Virgil dragged it back over them and the light disappeared, Ethan felt the last of his tension drain from his shoulders.

They’d be alright.

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Neither of them noticed the red eyes watching as they dropped out of sight.

#sanders sides #Roceit #Sympathetic Deceit #ts Deceit #Roman Sanders #Villain Roman Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Cursing #Stalking #Non-con touching #possessiveness

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dailysandersidesaudoodles · 5 years

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Hello! I've watched Thomas for a while, but am only now trying to figure out the fandom and was wondering if you had any blog recs, thank you!

Idk how relevant this still is bc this ask is AGES OLD but I have a few blogs that are great!

Art:

@fangirltothefullest

@sugarglider9603

@pipapatton

@sweetest-honeybee

@sidespart

Prompts and writing:

@sanderssidesprompts

@sidespromptblog

@alltimevirgilant (they do cool videos too!)

And more I can't remember the names of tho! Explore!

#kena answers

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sidespart · 3 years

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For the fake fic title, “who tf is Larry?”

Human AU /fake dating AU Intruality or pre relationship Patton/Janus/Remus

okay so Patton Sanders is away at collage and he is a Good Boy (tm). He volunteers Saturday, goes to church on Sunday, arrives 30 min early for his 8 am Monday lecture and brightly asks how everyone’s weekend was. He brings home made cookies to his seminars and lets everyone copy his notes and is always polite and kind to everyone he meets.

Unfortunately, a lot of this gets him labelled as weird, childish, naïve etc etc

Which he can cope with when it’s strangers, but he can’t help but get annoyed when it comes from his family.

He’s got three big brothers. Roman and Logan are both massive overachievers, Roman is super social and has had an endless parade of boyfriends, Logan claims he isn’t social but runs like 5 different clubs at his college and has an endless parade of minions. Both of them have a bad habit of talking over Patton and not truly listening to his contributions. Virgil’s a bit more chill but he’s completely overprotective and treats Patton like he’s a kid who can’t survive on his own. (Early episode vibes).

So there's some family obligation (mom wants them to...take grandma to the... old folks .. .church picnic? IDK something) and everyone just straight up assumes Patton will go because 'its not like he's doing anything else' and its just one step too far and Patton just blurts out "UM actually I'm busy that day. With Larry."

Which...who tf is Larry?

After that Patton maybe gets a bit addicted to the Larry excuse. Can't bring cookies because his boyfriend Larry licked all of them. Can't help you move this weekend, going to SeaWorld with Larry. Oh wait SeaWorld's unethical? Yeah he knows, it's a protest. Larry's going to dress as an ochrea and scream at people. Cant lend you the money - Larry needs it for bail.

(This might not have escalated so much if Patton wasn't TERRIBLE at lying, juts blurting out the first nonsensical thing he thinks of, but also has such a reputation of goody-two-shoes-ness that no one suspects him of lying. But everyone is very concerned about his association with Larry.)

The only person who knows Larry is fake is Patton's roommate Janus, who was there when Patton was on the video call and originally came up with Larry. He thinks the entire thing is hilarious and does absolutely NOTHINHG to reign Patton in, frequently helping him maintain the ruse/ escalating it further ("Patton would DIE if he knew i was telling you this, but the real reason he can't come to your birthday is Larry's old prison injury is acting up again..."). This whole thing has brought them closer than any of Patton's prior attempts at bonding with his roommate so he's a bit pleased.

Things go wrong when his brothers insist he bring Larry home for thanksgiving break. He's already told them that Larry got disowned by his family (seemed easier than making up a whole supporting cast) and is unemployed so he can't think of a great excuse (and his brothers are VERY insistent) so he ends up agreeing.

Patton and Janus get drunk in their room to toast the end of the Larry ruse. Janus insists Patton should just get a friend to pretend to be Larry to keep the game going but Patton says his only real friend is Jan and his family already know what he looks like (he has a pretty distinctive face tattoo) so that cant happen. Jan say's in that case lets just hire someone on Craig'sList to be your badass brother bothering boyfriend and Patton laughs and then has no memory of the rest of that evening.

So Patton drive's home. Hungover and resigned to having to come clean about lying for months and months. And when he walks in the door his mom hugs him and says “oh! Larry got here just before you! You never told me he had a moustache!”

So then a guy Patton has never seen before in his life is planting a big ol sloppy kiss on his cheek and yelling 'Heya honey bunch!!" and his brothers are in the background looking like they're about to have a collective breakdown and um.

He really just needs to get 5 minuets away from his family and 'Larry' so he can call Janus and ask what the fuck have you done, but with Larry clinging to him like an octopus and his brothers refusing to let them out of their sight that's almost impossible

bonus points!

Remus considers himself a method actor and refuses to respond to anything but Larry/ stop pretending to be Pat's boyfriend even when they're alone

Pattons mom is, inexplicably, completely charmed by Remus/Larry and wont stop telling him how much more confident and happy Patton has been since the two of them got together

his brothers are all horrified by Remus/Larry

Patton does eventually get in contact with Jan who is like...okay yes maybe i wrote the criaglist add after you passed out but in my defence i was extremely drunk at the time

Patton tells his mom that Janus wasn't invited home for thanksgiving (which tbf, is true, because his family's in freakin' europe) so of course she insists that he drive over an join them

this does not calm anything down, as he pisses off Virgil within the first 20 seconds of arriving, but he does distract everyone to give Patton more chances to sneak away with Remus

eventually Patton has a bit of a break down/ rant to Remus about the whole situation and Remus finally drops character to comfort him and is like "I don't get why you need to lie about yourself anyway?? Like I've spent this whole weekend learning about you and you're awesome the way you are??"

Patton: HEART EYES EMOJI

Anyway so eventually OBVIOUSLY they fall for each other and fake boyfriend becomes real boyfriend

Remus and/or Jan deliver some sort of smack down speech to the bros about how they need to have more faith in Pat/not treat him like a child etc etc

Patton learns to stand up for himself and also realises he's so lucky to have so many people who love /care about him even if they are all completely ridiculous

at some point, Remus initiates a food fight

#sanders sides fic #patton sanders #remus sanders #intruality #janus sanders #fake fic meme #sidespart writes

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daring-elm · 5 years

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get to know me!

i was tagged by @sidespart - thank you!!

name: casey

birthday: january 9th

zodiac sign: capricorn

height: 1.60m, which i think is 5'3"

hobbies: writing

favourite colour(s): purple, magenta, any tone on a greyscale, most blues and greens

favourite book(s): the gentleman's guide to vice and virtue

last song i listened to: disenchanted by my chemical romance

last film i watched: captain marvel i believe?

inspiration for muse: music, especially sappy/soft songs- most fanfictions i'm working on started as a spark of inspiration from some song!!

dream job: communicator in space, making contact with aliens

meaning behind your url: elms take chances!!!

top three ships: logince, aziraphale/crowley, prinxiety maybe?

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick

currently reading: good omens

tag ten people: uhh,,,

@mintylikesrainbows @sandersfanders @patchworkofstars @logical-but-anxious @heck-im-lost @romanasanders @romansleftshoulderpad @emthetimelady @virgilmydarkstrangeson @ellistruggle

#tag games #not ts

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sanders-sides-thuri · 5 years

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FOURTEEN PEOPLE I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

I got tagged by the amazing @ironwoman359

name/alias - Bronwyn/Thuri

birthday - December 2

zodiac sign - Sagittarius

height - 5′ 3″

hobbies - spinning, knitting, weaving, writing, reading, video games, buying art supplies and not using them

favorite colors - pink, pink and brown together, jewel tones

favorite books - The Lord of the Rings, Ronia the Robber’s Daughter, The Song of the Lioness Quartet, Good Omens, The Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series

last song i listened to - “Tramps and Hawkers” by Old Blind Dogs

last film i watched - Either The 13th Warrior or Megamind

inspiration for muse - I actually just started a blog for inspiration, @flowing-down-like-water where I reblog things that inspire my imagination! But generally I find inspiration all over the place, I’m never sure what’s going to catch my attention. What keeps my attention on an idea long enough to get it written is trickier--I’m not sure I know what it is!

dream job - I don’t mind mine, but if I had any choice? A historical reenactor who got to dress up and demonstrate traditional crafts all day, and then got to go home to my small hobby farm.

meaning behind your url - My main is @thuriweaver, so since this is my Sanders Sides blog, it made sense. As for my main, Thuri is my hobbit name, short for Anthurium (hobbit girls are named after flowers and gems, traditionally) and I am a weaver.

top 3 ships - Ever? Hmm...Logince, Hawke/Fenris, Merry/Pippin are the first three that come to mind, but OMG that’s a hard question!

lipstick or chapstick - If I’m going to wear one, lipstick. I go without either most days

currently reading - Fanfic: The Grave Yields Back Her Robberies which is possibly my favorite fanfic ever. It’s an SG-1 Jack/Daniel fic, and is my biggest comfort read.

As for books, I’m rereading David Eddings’s The Belgariad. His writing is not what I’d call excellent, but it’s fun fantasy in which no one super important dies and the good guys always win and it’s a fun, easy read that’s comforting from it’s familiarity if nothing else.

Tagging: @randomslasher, @anxiousoddish, @notallpotatoesarefrenchfries, @notalwaysthevillian, @not-so-innocent-bi-sander, @frustratedwaffle, @unknownanonymousgirl, @karalora, @sidespart, @tinysidestrashcaptain, @justanotherpurplebutterfly, @this-is-ske, @storytellerofuntoldlegends, @today-only-happens-once

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thinthle · 5 years

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Simsala Grimm AU with Emile Picani as Doc and Remy/Sleep as croggy (could be wrong with the names here my memory of the show is not that fresh).

Once upon a time the sides got stuck in a nightmare lured there by the dark sides with what they most desired.

Team Remile leaps to the rescue but realises they’ve been deceived. The sides they knew and loved nowhere to be found. Dreams and nightmares have existed in different realms each containing their own plane of existence of reality. The Multiverse expanding with each new headcanon, theory, fanfic and plenty of AU’s accompanied by unique and different art styles from Fanders all over the world.

Now their quest really begins can they get their sides back to their world before Thomas wakes up and forgets them. Emile: Traveling through fairy tales sounds fun right ?

Lets see if my taglist will finally work again also feel free to send them questions in my ask box to progress the story or just get to know more about them.

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rainbow-sides · 6 years

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The only reason I'm sort of hesitating about just writing the entirety of a one-shot based on this drawing (warning, a bit of blood/injury but not super gory) by @sidespart (I already got permission to write it!) is because I feel like I've written too much about Roman getting hurt, lmao. I've put him through so much already, and y'all havent even read the 6.7K word Roman whump fic I've written. Oof.

Idk, do you guys mind if I'm writing a lot of Roman whump? Is whump even a term we use in modern fandom or is that left over from 2012? Will you get bored if I have multiple one-shots about Roman getting hurt? These are not rhetorical questions, please help me.

#personal #blood mention #too many wips

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writing-thuri · 6 years

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Enough

Happy Birthday to the wonderful, incredible, amazing @sidespart whose art is the best!!! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Logince Words: 850ish Warnings: Self-doubt Summary: Editing can be rough

“You can’t have him say this,” Logan frowned, pointing down at the page in front of him. “It doesn’t fit.”

Roman sighed internally, forcing a bland smile in place of his much preferred frustrated groan. “Say what?”

“You can’t have Thomas appreciating Virgil’s presence in college, when we’ve only established him doing so as of last summer. It doesn’t fit the fictional timeline.”

“But it’s the only way to actually make sense of this flashback,” Roman sighed, running his hands back through his hair for what felt like the thousandth time this afternoon.

“Then we’ll have to alter the flashback,” Logan said simply, shrugging. “It was your decision to have Thomas’s internal struggles with us be placed within the past two years instead of the last decade. Now that the audience has been given that context, we can’t…”

“Oh, shut up,” Roman groaned, pushing himself back from his desk and crossing to the window. He rested his forearm against the frame and leaned his forehead against it, looking out at the rainswept fields of the imagination--a fitting atmosphere for his current mood, if a little too on point.

It wasn’t Logan’s fault. He was only doing his job, pointing out inconsistencies, helping Roman to refine his ideas. Helping to improve them, truly, and Roman was on the whole grateful for that.

But his supposedly never-ending well of ideas felt perilously close to running dry, and Logan was rejecting them more quickly than he could replenish it. How long before there was nothing left? Before Logan looked at him expectantly, ready, waiting for content to refine and produce...and Roman had none to give?

An old fear, but one in no way dulled with age.

Logan’s chair legs scraped softly against wooden floor, and Roman heard his footsteps as he crossed to join him at the window. But he said nothing.

Roman glanced to the side, to see Logan looking not at him, but out at the rain, at the scattered trees with their limbs thrashing in the wind. “Ah,” Logan said, softly. “I apologize, Roman.”

Roman snorted softly. “Why? You haven’t said anything that isn’t true.”

“Perhaps not, but there are ways things can be said that do not lead to...to internal turmoil,” Logan replied quietly.

“You mean that?” Roman asked, jerking his chin toward the storm. “A dark and stormy, ah, mid-afternoon is simply inspiring, it’s nothing to do with--”

“Roman.”

“Argh, fine!” Roman pushed away from the window and turned his back on it, looking back into the room. The cozy fireplace, the writing desk, his still unmade bed, soft white rumples of fabric framing an inviting space he’d prefer to just go back to. Drag the blankets over his head and hide away until...until...until when? Until this all went away? It wasn’t going to.

“Fine,” he repeated, more softly, running a hand back through his hair. “Perhaps the weather is not simply...atmospheric.”

“As I thought. I am more than willing to listen, to help in whatever way I can, if you wish. However, I know I’m not the most comforting,” Logan said quietly. “If you would like me to fetch Patton for you, I would…”

“No!” Roman said, quickly, shaking his head, hating the uncertainty that came into Logan’s voice, the self doubt Roman could identify with all too well. “No, Logan, I don’t...I don’t want you to leave. I only want…” He closed his eyes and swallowed. “I want what I...what I create to be good enough. For it to impress you.”

“Oh!”

“I know, that’s perhaps a ridiculous goal, it’s your job to refine things, to be certain that they work, but I…” Roman was cut off, as soft lips pressed against his own, as Logan’s arms came around him, as he was drawn against Logan’s chest.

Logan finally pulled back, after a long, long moment. “You impress me,” he said, his face flushed. “And your ideas do the same. Roman, I wouldn’t work half so hard to refine them, to help connect them, if I weren’t inspired by them in the first place.”

“You...oh,” Roman murmured, still breathless from the strength of Logan’s tone. “Truly?”

“Yes,” Logan said firmly, releasing Roman only after another gentle yet endlessly reassuring kiss. “Come along, all this can wait for now. If you’re experiencing this frustration, you need rest...and distraction. Perhaps the answer will come to both of us if we give ourselves a chance to, ah...recharge.”

“Recharge?” Roman asked, raising an eyebrow, feeling himself smile when Logan’s face reddened. “Logan, are you suggesting we go watch TV until we feel better?”

“Consumption of the content of others is very important to refilling creative batteries,” Logan said primly. “And we’ve only watched the new Steven Universe episodes once--there’s still much to analyze.”

Roman laughed, tugging Logan to him and kissing him once more, feeling ridiculously lighter. “All right then, love,” he agreed. “Since you’ve suggested so logical a course, who am I to deny it?”

“Precisely,” Logan said, taking his hand and squeezing it as he laced their fingers together. “And Roman?”

“Hmm?”

“You will always be good enough for me. Always.”

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