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myapathyhaspeaked · 9 months ago

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Platonic Sides Week Day 1: Found Family

They weren’t related.

Yes they all had the same last name. Yes they all looked remarkably similar. Yes they all went to the same high school, the same college, and currently lived in the same apartment. But they weren’t related.

Okay, two of them were related. But that was it.

The Sanders, as they had gotten used to being called, were enjoying a relaxing Saturday at home. It was approaching evening, the setting sun flooding in through the windows and giving everything a golden glow.

Virgil squinted as the light reached the perfect angle to reflect off one of Patton’s little glass trinkets and hit him in the eye, combining unpleasantly with sitting in front of the computer for the past three hours. Logan was beside him, having pulled one of the dining chairs next to the desk in order to help his friend find a job. The emo was beginning to wish he had gone into something easier, like marketing, though he was pretty sure working a corporate office job would be the death of him. He had gone for a sound production degree, however, in hopes that one day he’d be able to work for a band he enjoyed, so now he was scrolling ad nauseam for a sound editing gig of any kind. You’d think it would be easy; just type in a few keywords into the browser and hit search, but no. He couldn’t even go three LinkedIn links without finding a “we can’t pay money but we would be the perfect jumping off point for your career”.

He had initially asked his friend to assist him with figuring out how applying for a job with actual career aspects worked, because the only occupations he had had so far were stuff cashiering and waiting, stuff that didn’t require a resume or references. Logan had taught him how to format one, what information to include, how to word everything for pique the most interest in whoever, or nowadays probably whatever bot, was reading his application. The assistance eventually evolved to include keeping him calm as thoughts of perpetual unemployment and failure began to fill his mind. He’d have to add “tactile fidget tools most effective at preventing nail biting” to his Virgil journal.

The constant clicking sound of the scroll wheel was interrupted by the sudden sound of the twins shouting in the adjacent sitting area. It seemed that despite what they usually claimed, they actually did have something in common: an almost inhuman competitiveness when it came to Mario Kart. Just an hour ago they had been strongly encouraged (by the threat of putting carrots in their dinner) to keep quiet so Virgil could stay on the verge of having a migraine instead of having one, but apparently this argument was important enough to risk having their meals being tainted.

Logan twisted so he could see better, and noticed that the television was turned off.

“You cheating, scum sucking, deranged son of a bitch!” Roman yelled as he shoved his hand over his brother’s mouth, trying to silence his raucous cackling.

“Wow, what a nice thing to call your mother,” Remus snickered after licking Roman’s hand, causing his brother to immediately gag and rush to wipe the saliva off on the couch. He muttered profanely as he rummaged in the side drawer for a bottle of sanitizer.

“Hey now, there’s no need for such potty language,” Patton chimed in from the kitchen, where he had just put the dinner rolls in the oven.

“Ooh, someone’s in trouble,” Remus grinned at his brother, wiggling his shoulders mischievously as he frowned at him. He should honestly just be glad he didn’t start scream-singing Smash Mouth’s “All Star.”

“He turned off the TV so I wouldn’t win!” Roman protested, sending Virgil reaching for some tylenol at the outburst. Noticing this, Janus made a show of grabbing a carrot from the fridge and grabbing a knife, holding them up so the brothers could see them like he had the remote control to a bomb and was threatening to destroy the city. At least a bomb had the potential to be fun, in Remus’ opinion anyway.

“Jan, come on, don’t be like that!” Remus whined, clasping his hands together to beg as his friend placed the vegetable on the cutting board with a purposefully loud thud. “We promise to chill for a whole fifteen minutes, okay? Just put the dildo plant down.” Patton winced at the vulgarity but had mercy on them, reaching over to put the carrot back in the fridge. He wasn’t sure why they had even bought it. None of them liked carrots.

Janus let out a dramatic sigh and returned to stirring the caramelizing onions so they wouldn’t burn. Usually Patton was the only one involved in preparing dinner, besides the few small jobs he sometimes delegated to the others (the twins were banned from anything with heat), but Janus had gotten his law school homework done early enough to come home an hour before he usually did. Despite Patton’s protests that he really didn’t need help and that he wasn’t that tired from his frankly awful day working at the daycare, Janus managed to force his way into the kitchen with a bit of persuasion. Mainly reminding him that there was no glory in suffering, no matter what his teachers in catholic school taught him growing up.

Virgil tried to return to his search, but even with the pain medication his eyes were starting to strain, all the letters turning into one big squiggle that might as well have spelled out “sorry, but you’re really not what we’re looking for�� as far as his growing anxiety was concerned. Logan noticed him gripping the mouse tighter, and out of concern for both his friend and the plastic, put a hand on his shoulder. Virgil snapped around to look at him, eyes wide like he had just been pulled out of an awful world that only consisted of blue light and filling out information that was already on his resume. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the smell of baking bread as it filled his nose, anything that wasn’t the job search, but one can only focus on a smell for so long.

“How about we go set the table?” Logan asked, getting up from his chair before he could respond.

“But the applications! I haven’t finished a single one!” Virgil fretted, still following him to where he was taking plates out of a cabinet. He opened a drawer and began counting out forks. Patton noticed and nodded his thanks before turning back to plating the baked potatoes.

“And in this state I doubt you’ll be any good at filling one out,” Logan stated bluntly, trying to be comforting in his own Logan way as he placed plates in their proper place on the table. “You need a break. If you feel the need, you can get back to it after dinner, or I can help you tomorrow.” Lord knows Virgil would stay up until 2 AM with or without the stress, but Logan actually respected his circadian rhythm.

Virgil frowned, still feeling like he was wasting valuable time, but nodded as he set out the cutlery. He looked over to the twins, and they had gone back to playing Mario Kart. Though they had left the normal game mode and were now doing the challenges. Roman’s face grew almost as red as his fashion statement of a belt as one of his balloons was popped by a dastardly red shell, courtesy of his brother obviously, but he didn’t yell. It seemed that though the threat of being made to consume carrots was no longer imminent, they were still trying to make good on their promise to be quiet, if not out of integrity then probably out of concern for what Janus would do instead. No one wanted a repeat of the Shoe Incident. Don’t ask. Janus had them all sign NDAs.

Remus was biting his lip so hard in his struggle to stay silent that they were beginning to bleed slightly, but he just licked it away. He almost launched himself into the side table as he leaned unnecessarily in time with his go-kart’s sharp turn.

Soon dinner was ready, and Patton called them to the table as he set out the food.

They weren’t related, for the most part.

But they still sat at the table every Saturday evening, chowing down on lovingly homemade food as they chatted about their weeks, the stress fading away, even if just for a moment, as the air filled with old inside jokes. And in their opinion, it was better than any of their “real” family dinners had ever been.

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enby-trash-rat · 1 year ago

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Glasses

Fandom//Sander Sides

Warning: Swearing

Story Written by:

@a-rat-called-remus and @viva-gardens

Summary: Remus isn't the type to care about looks but when he realizes he's slowly going blind and has to wear glasses . . . That's a whole other story. He despises them.

Remus stares ahead of him frowning and squinting at the mirror. He looked fucking ridiculous. He took them off and then back on.

Repeating the process over and over again. He hated the fucking things and he hated how they looked on him.

He was going to be pummeled by insults.

Obviously he didn't care. He has never cared much about his appearance or what the others said about him or the cruel nicknames they assigned him, something they thought he didn't know about. Just because he doesn't bring it up doesn't mean he's oblivious to it.

Despite what the others thought he was much more observant and smarter than he appeared.

So why should this be any different. Why should these make him feel so unsure.

He squints down at the glasses in his hands. The ones Logan had conjured up for him.

It was a nice gesture but that didn't make him hate them any less.

he truly didn't deserve his kindness. Never has.

He'd have to leave the dark side eventually. He couldn't lock himself in his room forever.

Though Remus is sure most of them would be more than happy if he did that.

He squints down at them once more putting them back on. Adjusting them to his liking before looking back into the mirror. Staring at his reflection.

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A familiar tugging sensation tilled his body.

Ah, fuck. He goes to take them off again and then-- Poof! Remus was in his assigned spot.

The space between Roman and Virgil.

Roman was going to have a field day with this.

He tilts his head slightly to face his brother.

He hadn't noticed his presence. And by the looks of it no one else had either.

He stood there silently.

Something almost abnormal when it came to Remus, he was always blabbering about something or another. Spouting out every single thought that crowded his mind.

Remus' eyes dart around the room again.

He looks to his other side to see Virgil glancing over at him. Not quite staring at him but now aware of Remus' presence.

Feeling the anxiety radiating off of him. His anxiety only heightened when he saw Virgil looking. It was odd. He was fidgeting with his sash adjusting it and readjusting it. What could have the duke so frazzled? His eyes flickering up to Remus face.

His eyes immediately landing on the green glasses. The glasses. He wanted to reassure Remus, comfort him, not only for Remus' sake but for his own. The anxiety radiating off of Remus was a lot. It felt like scorpions were crawling all over him. He had to stop it. But if he confronted Remus it would only draw attention and things would only get worse. Virgil understood that feeling more than anyone.

Roman hadn't noticed his brother standing next to him. He looked at each of the sides. Patton, Janus, Logan, and Virgil.

He somehow still didn't see his brother.

He looked at Thomas.

Nobody had said anything since they were called here. Not one word. Logan would usually say something, and if he didn't, either Patton or Virgil would. Janus hadn't been here long enough for Roman to know what he would do, and he didn't see his brother.

He looked at each of the sides once more once again somehow overlooking his brother and went to speak.

Roman throws his arms up. "Why has nobody said anything? We have been standing here for quite a bit, Thomas! And we still have yet to talk! Nobody has talked! Not Specs, not Padre, not even Virge. I'm just saying! I'm just bored!"

he throws his arms around while talking, making him look like an uncontrollable puppet.

Remus flinched slightly at the sound of his brother's voice, catching him off guard.

He looked over at Roman, who was staring at him. Or rather staring through him as if Remus hadn't even been there.

He watches as Romans eyes scan over each of the sides, and Thomas once again.

Still not noticing Remus. Good.

His mind immediately wandered off as his brother continued to shout at the others.

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 years ago

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Either/Or

Hi! If you're not taking requests right now please ignore this, but I had an idea for a Sanders Sides fanfic. In a human au where Roman and Remus are twins and single parents, one family is visiting the other. However, Roman, dad of Patton and Logan, and Remus, dad of Janus and Virgil, have very different parenting styles. They spend the trip passive-aggressively competing to see who's the better parent. Love your writing :D – anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: bad parenting, they try and compete and the kids aren't having it

Pairings: none

Word Count: 1609

Janus loves Uncle Roman, but he wishes he wasn't here with Patton and Logan. 'Cause whenever he and Papa are in the same room with all the kids, they start competing with each other.

Patton loves going to visit his cousins!

Uncle Remus's house is so different from theirs, it's all cool artwork and big cozy beanbags, and Uncle Remus is so much fun! He takes them on trips to amusement parks and these really weird museums that Patton's never heard of before and they get to have all the junk food they want!

"Eating's important," Uncle Remus said one time when he was wondering whether it was okay to have a cookie before dinner, "the cookie you do eat is gonna be better for you than the vegetables you don't."

He runs from the car almost before Dad's parked it. Virgil's already outside and they run into each other in a big hug.

"You made it!"

"Of course we made it!"

"I missed you," Virgil mumbles, too quiet for anyone else to hear 'cause Virgil's kind of shy like that.

"I missed you too," Patton whispers back as Logan gets out of the car next.

"Logan," he hears Janus call, "put a leash on your brother!"

"After you," Logan says back, ruffling Virgil's hair as he walks by, "hi, Uncle Remus."

"Hey, Lolo! You look great. C'mon," he calls, raising his voice, "pizza and ice cream inside!"

"Really?" Patton peers over Virgil's shoulder. "Dad never lets us have both!"

Uncle Remus grins wider. "Well, it's my house, and I say if I get back there first, I'm eating all of it!"

They run shrieking inside.

Virgil stumbles downstairs, still rubbing his eyes. He must be really sleepy, 'cause he thinks he can smell pancakes.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Uncle Roman says, or at least he thinks he does, "come sit down before you fall over."

He mumbles something that could be 'good morning' back, grabbing onto one of the stools and sitting down. "Why's it smell like pancakes?"

"Probably 'cause I'm making them."

That wakes Virgil up right away, his eyes opening wide as he sits up. Uncle Roman waves at him with a spatula, an apron around his waist. He flips a pancake in the pan and it smells really, really good.

"Papa never makes pancakes."

"Well, that's because your papa is a disaster in the kitchen," Uncle Roman chuckles, tapping the edges of the pancake with the spatula, "and I have several burns to prove it."

"Wait, what did he do?"

Then his cousins show up and Uncle Roman makes pancakes for them too, and bacon, and real maple syrup! Not the cheap kind from the grocery store, real actual maple syrup!

Papa stumbles downstairs after a while to see them all eating pancakes and he squints at the way they all start laughing.

"What're you telling my kids, Ro?"

"Only the truth, Re, only the truth."

Logan likes visiting Uncle Remus, really, he does, but sometimes…

Sometimes it's weird.

Like now. They're watching a movie, just the four of them; Patton and Virgil had bedtime about an hour ago and so it's him, Janus, and Uncle Remus and Dad on the couch, watching something. Honestly, Logan's not really paying that much attention because he's too busy trying to figure out what the grown-ups are doing.

They keep making these little comments, about him and Janus, about Patton and Virgil, but not in that way where parents compete over whose kids are better. They keep saying things like how they're so proud of them for doing something, or how happy they were that they felt they could talk to them about stuff, or even what they've been doing at school, like looking out for the other kids or standing up to the teachers when they're doing something wrong.

He sneaks a look at Janus every now and then to confirm that he's hearing the same thing.

He is.

It's…it's not bad, because he can tell that both of them are genuinely really proud of their kids, and they're not trying to say the other one shouldn't be, but still.

It's weird.

Janus loves Uncle Roman, but he wishes he wasn't here with Patton and Logan.

'Cause whenever he and Papa are in the same room with all the kids, they start competing with each other.

Not like an obvious competition, not to anyone other than him, of course, but he knows what passive-aggressive comments sound like and it's certainly what they're doing.

"Oh, I was so proud when I heard about Logan sticking up for his classmate," Uncle Roman is saying, "the teacher said he'd never thought about what he was doing before and that I should be impressed by what a teenager Logan was becoming."

"That sounds like what Janus's teacher said about him last week." Papa chuckles. "Never thought I'd see the day where students actually managed to get some reform in their school for the better, and who was at the front? My little man."

"You know, Patton's teacher said that too. Apparently, he's like the classroom leader. All the other kids want to be his friend and he makes sure that everyone can play the games with their comfort levels."

"Virgil does that too. He has a box of fidget toys in his cubby that he lets the other kids fiddle with when they need to focus."

Janus slumps down into the couch, trying to disappear into the cushions. Logan's doing the same thing on the other side of Uncle Roman. They exchange a look.

"Dad?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Can we turn it up a little bit?"

"Of course, honey."

Thank god.

"Um, hey guys?"

Logan and Janus look up from their phones. Patton and Virgil stand at the entrance to the den, clutching each other's hands. Sugar, Patton's emotional support stuffie, swings from his other fist and Virgil's got his hand shoved deep into the pocket of his hoodie.

"What's going on," Logan asks, turning his phone off and holding out an arm, "what's the matter?"

"Come on," Janus calls too, opening his arms and sprawling over the beanbag, "sad little ones need cuddles."

"We're not sad," Patton mumbles, even as he crawls onto the beanbag for Janus cuddles, "we're—we're—"

"Worried," Virgil says.

Logan takes Virgil into the crook of his arm, letting him rest his head on his shoulder. He runs his fingers through Virgil's hair. "What are you worried about, little one?"

"Is Uncle Roman mad at Papa?"

Logan frowns, as does Janus. "I don't think so, Virgil, why do you ask?"

"They keep acting like it," Patton says, burrowing into Janus's embrace, "they keep—they keep saying things that make it sound like they're mad but then they don't look like they're mad. They keep talking about us too, are they mad at us?"

"No, sweetie," Janus murmurs, kissing his forehead and glancing at Logan, "they're not mad at us. They're…"

"They're being immature," Logan sighs, "that's what they're doing."

"But they're grown-ups."

"This may come as a shock to you," Janus says in a way where he knows it probably won't, "but grown-ups can be immature too."

"That's stupid."

"Yes, you'd think they'd know better."

"Dad has us apologize when we're immature," Patton says, "do you think they'd apologize to us?"

"Who's apologizing for what?"

+1.

The little ones shrink into their older cousins' arms as Roman and Remus appear at the door. They notice immediately, of course, and part of them instinctively gentles at the sight of distress. Remus glances at Janus just as Roman looks to Logan.

Logan sighs. "You two are apologizing. To all of us."

"And to each other," Janus adds.

Roman blinks. "We are?"

"What did we do?"

"You've been competing this whole weekend," Janus says, huddling protectively around the little Patton bundle in his lap, "and the little ones are noticing."

"You keep trying to one-up each other and it's not cool." Logan lets Virgil squirm his head under his chin. "They came to get us 'cause they thought you were mad at each other or at us."

"Oh, little anomalies," Remus sighs, "we're not mad."

"We know that," Janus mutters, gesturing between himself and Logan, "but they don't."

"It needs to stop." Logan doesn't quite scowl at Roman, but it's close. "We love each other. You don't need to try and prove it. You're freaking us all out. We're not props to show who's better at what."

"You're supposed to be brothers." Janus nods pointedly to how he and Logan are comforting their cousins. "So be brothers."

The two of them look at the picture in the den for a moment. Then they turn to each other.

"You raised some great kids, Re," Roman murmurs, reaching out to clap Remus's shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. So did you."

"Thanks."

"Alright, you little monsters," Remus declares, sitting in the middle of the floor, "get in here for apology cuddles."

"I'm here, I'm here," Roman says as the little gremlins start clamoring for both sets of cuddles, "c'mere—that's it. Hey there, bud."

Kisses press to foreheads, hugs and apologies alike as the six of them snuggle on the floor. Someone puts a movie on the screen and one by one, the children doze off. Over their sleeping heads, Roman and Remus exchange a smile.

What's better than this?

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radioactive-dazey · 2 years ago

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Hey friends :)

So ao3 is down, which is tragic. I have all the older drafts for my fics saved, but the newer, fully edited version lie on the ao3 site to (hopefully) be recovered at a later date. In these trying times, would anyone be interested if I posted my sander sides fics on the hellsite?

I tend to write a lot of logince, but a newer fic I'm working on has prinxiety. One that I haven't even finished the first chapter for has mociet among other things.

Leave me notes! Even if not, I'll probably post em anyway. Yall can become my beta readers for the fic I haven't done a lot for lol

The Prince and The Dragon Witch:

Roman paced tirelessly in the small tower room he was placed in only yesterday. In his mind, he contemplated the events that brought him here. None of it made sense.

Of course, Roman felt like his sudden placement was justified. He had pushed his father to this point. How many times did his father lecture him? How many times was he told not to leave the castle? And how many times did Roman do it anyway?

He was told he’d regret it one day, that one day Roman’s misbehavior would finally catch up to him. He knew one more disappearance, one more impulsive escape would be all it took for his father to snap. Yet, it still didn't feel real. This time, Roman royally fucked up. He was being sent away, and no amount of pleading or convincing would change that.

And now, he was here. Thousands of miles from the region of his kingdom, alone. (Main ships is logince and moxiety, but it's implied LAMP near the end)

Switched

Roman and Virgil accidentally switch roles after spending too much time together. Chaos ensues.

Roman doesn't know how to be anxiety. All he knows is freak out and cry. Virgil doesn't know how to be creativity. All he knows is be gay, do crimes. (Prinxiety, mociet if you squint)

The Prince and The Frog

Prince Janus is engaged to Prince Virgil Knight. Despite enjoying Virgils company, Janus can't help but feel overwhelmed with the engagement, and he feels he is stuck. His brothers, Prince Roman and Prince Remus, try to help in their own special way.

Incidentally, problems worsen as Prince Roman seemingly makes enemies with Prince Logan Knight, Prince Virgil's younger brother. And worse so, as Prince Remus is meddling with wedding plans as he tries to get Virgil's attention.

Janus's only solitude is a secret part of the castle gardens, where he finds himself sharing his troubles to the grass snakes and tiny frog that resides in the pond. (Was primarily supposed to be mociet but accidentally became logince as a primary focus whoops. This one has barely 2 chapters written)

#sander sides #sanders sides #fanfics #ao3 #logince #beta reader

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noyin · 3 years ago

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Some tss doodles ^-^

#lav draws #sanders sides #ts sanders sides #prinxeity #logicality #if you squint :)#ts Remus #ts virgil #ts Logan #ts janus #ts patton #ts roman

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your-witch-trial-has-expired · 3 years ago

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youtube

*chaotic squeals*

JANUS SINGING

#sander sides #janus singing #janus sanders #patton sanders #lil bit of Mociet?#mociet #if you squint #also the other sides are seen #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #Youtube

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yerkes-dodson-curve · 1 year ago

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Incorrect Quotes

To tide people over while I think of something actually clever and original

Janus: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering. Janus: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'

Roman: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume? Remus: *chugs entire bottle* Remus: It’s perfume.

Virgil: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'? Logan: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated- Patton: Smad.

Roman: Logan, tell Patton about the birds and the bees. Logan: Well, they're disappearing at an alarming rate.

Janus: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

Patton, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him Virgil: You did WHAT– Roman: William Snakepeare

Janus: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Patton: Logan, I'm sad. Logan: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Roman: Virgil, I'm sad. Virgil, nodding: mood

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #incorrect quotes #ships if you squint #logicality #prinxiety

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imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper · 4 years ago

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SO I woke up at 3 am and decided to post chapter 2 on Christmas day like I originally planned! Merry Christmas if you celebrate! Enjoy your gift :) I got you angst

#the word of grim #sander sides #sanders sides fanfiction #remus sanders #janus sanders #dukeceit #demus #whatever the fuck their ship name is #logan sanders #patton sanders #logicality #if you squint #virgil sanders #roman sanders #remy sanders #dr. emile picani #TMDORG #the mysterious disappearance of roman grimm

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codecarpenterbee · 5 years ago

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Sanders Sides Angst Edit?

Cue me completely forgetting to post this low-quality angst edit I put on Twitter a few weeks ago.

Original caption: Patton and Janus would do anything to protect their kiddos. Anything.

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captainpufferfish · 5 years ago

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fear will be your enemy

A/N: this is pretty short, but I wanted to write something for the new ep before I post all of my pre-fwsa fics. (which will hopefully happen sometime between sunday and wednesday) hope you enjoy a little virgil minific as compensation for all the times i have Channeled Rage (which i think he still kinda deserves, don’t come for me virgil stans, but i’m biased because no thoughts only kinning logan) towards him/ made him very morally grey in coming fics. also i wrote this in like an hour so don’t yell at me for spelling/the fact that this fic progresses way too fast

Summary:

For once, Virgil tried to do the outgoing thing. The stupid thing, the run in blind and hope for the best thing. Surprisingly enough, he doesn’t end up regretting it.

tws and : purp man being angsty and existential, far too many Frozen references for my own sanity, Virgil makes an All Time Low ref, pretty cliche and cheesy at the end but fuck it, janus and remus angst if you squint. dm or comment if there’s one you need added!

Ah yes, Virgil just loved remembering random quotes said by 21 year old women with ice powers and trust issues at the most inopportune moments.

Fear will be your enemy.

He knew that Roman wanted this. Knew that it would crush him if he had yet another loss, knew that Princey was already at an All Time Low and probably did need Therapy. (No he would not stop with the emo references.)

But it was hard. Fear was something he knew. Fear was easier to comprehend. You just ran or fought or froze or fawned. Four simple categories. But other feelings were different.

He was no stranger to Thomas falling in love with a man he just met. He got it, you know? Love was an open door and all that jazz.

Great.

And this guy should have been the same.

He should have just been able to panic over talking to him until Thomas inevitably went home in disappointment and watched five hours of the office like usual.

But it wasn’t the same. And as he saw Roman’s face in the corner of his eye, crumbling and near tears as whatshisname walked away, he thought he understood why.

And for the first time, he turned so he was standing face to face with fear, with all the horrors and insecurities and irrational phobias that kept him and Thomas up at night.

And he pushed.

He pushed for himself, for all the sleepless nights filled with worrying, all the needless anxiety over monsters in the dark or ghosts in the closet.

He pushed for Logan, for all the days spent stressing over ensuring that Thomas listened to him, all the pain he knew the logical side was hiding under a cold, logical mask.

He pushed for Patton, for all the time he had spent hiding in his room, the tired eyes that he hid behind his glasses.

He pushed for Thomas, for how much he had coped with everything that had happened lately, all the work he had been putting in to help each side with their issues and come to a better understanding of one another.

He pushed for Janus and Remus, all the times the two of them had been shoved to the side just because of their alignment, for everything they had to go through and him leaving and his slow acceptance.

He pushed for Roman, for all the pain the Prince was still harboring from the whole wedding thing, for all the time he spent trying to perfect himself.

And as they all sat screaming in Thomas’s apartment over Nico and the fact that Thomas had literally fallen into a bin but still had a chance with this guy, he smiled to himself. Maybe, for the first time in forever, he had something- someone- to push for.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fics #jaz writes #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #this is my contribution to the swarm of virgil fics appearing #prinxiety #if you squint #lets play count how many frozen refs i made #i cant get over the falling in the bin thing #bcz thats some dumb shit i would do #actually i may have fallen into a bin once #but thats a story for another time

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ethandersides · 5 years ago

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Wicked AU

(Feat. explanations for what I chose!) I don’t remember how this came to mind, but after thinking about it, the Sides fit into Wicked pretty well. So, I started brainstorming who would be who and thought I’d share. :)

Roman: I feel like Roman’s role in this story is clear - leading man, Fiyero. Roman is actually the side that got me started on this train of thought. Fiyero just fits so perfectly. A cocky prince who eventually comes around and is more caring than he initially seems? Plus imagine him performing “Dancing Through Life” *chef’s kiss*.

Patton: Patton also seems pretty clear - Glinda the good. Glinda works for Patton on a lot of levels. The emphasis on goodness and purity (and a bit of martyrdom) combined with the way she hides the parts of herself she doesn’t want anyone to see. Masking any unhappiness with a smile and dealing with it on her own. Sound familiar?

Virgil: It took a while to place him, but I think Virgil fits best as the wicked witch of the east, Nessarose. Nessa exhibits a lot of discontentment and frustration at the lot she’s been handed in life and if any of the sides can really convey that, it’s Virgil. (It will make more sense with who I chose for Elphaba.)

Logan: Honestly, Logan was the hardest to place. My knee-jerk reaction was Doctor Dillamond but after thinking way harder than I expected to, I realized Logan would fit Boq, our resident munchkin and later tinman. Boq doesn’t deal with his feelings very well, and the consequences of that lead him to become literally heartless. The parallels to Logan’s relationship with emotions are soul-crushing and I love it.

Janus: So like, Janus HAS to be Elphaba, right? Both are clever outsiders who have been labelled evil by those around them. Not to mention the obvious parallel between Elphaba’s green skin and Janus’s scales! Not gonna lie, I almost had Logan as Elphaba but Janus fits SO. WELL. Listen to “Thank Goodness” if you don’t see it, trust me. (Also Janus caring for Virgil like a brother makes me soft.)

Remus: Imma be real, I am not totally settled on Remus. But right now, I think I want him to be Doctor Dillamond. The only person who really cares for Dillamond is Elphaba, and he ends up being totally silenced. I can definitely see Janus being the only one who cares for Remus, and we already know the other sides wanted to silence him soooo.

So those are my thoughts! Please feel free to comment on this, ask questions, whatever you like! I’m really into it and would love to talk about it with y’all. :)

#sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #deceit sanders #wicked au #sanders sides au #sanders sides wicked au #PLEASE talk to me about this i am so down #roceit #royality #moceit #ships are there if you squint

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