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*he and objects

Sanders sides idea

All sides can do special things like powers.

Logan: can creat shapes out of thin air. Like he can make a transparent (blue) wall right in front of you or a bubble around another side. He can bend shapes and object he summons all transparent and blue

Roman: he’s more basic. Roman simply can summon weapons like swords, axes etc

Patton: no one really knows his ability’s yet

Virgil: no ones seen this except Roman and even he barley sees it. Virgils is much darker. When he gets mad shit goes down. He can freak out and suddenly his and objects around him are flying and going wrong. The extent of all his darker powers are unknown but that’s mainly cause Virgils afraid to find out

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Sanders sides idea

All sides can do special things like powers.

Logan: can creat shapes out of thin air. Like he can make a transparent (blue) wall right in front of you or a bubble around another side. He can bend shapes and object he summons all transparent and blue

Roman: he’s more basic. Roman simply can summon weapons like swords, axes etc

Patton: no one really knows his ability’s yet

Virgil: no ones seen this except Roman and even he barley sees it. Virgils is much darker. When he gets mad shit goes down. He can freak out and suddenly his and objects around him are flying and going wrong. The extent of all his darker powers are unknown but that’s mainly cause Virgils afraid to find out

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Antisepticeye X Chase Brody (human AU)

Chase cried silently, holding his dads old gun to his temple. He didn’t manage to pull the trigger before Anti crawled through his window. “C-chase! Please don’t do this.” He begged. “Why not?” He sobbed. “I have nothing to live for, nothing and no one.” Chases voice was shaking as bad as his hand. “Look I know you feel alone and scared, like everyone’s against you, but trust me there are people who love you.” Anti reasoned. Chase looked up at him with watery blue eyes. “Like who?” He asked almost like a challenge. “Me.” Anti admitted his voice much softer. Chase took a sharp breath another sob escaping his lips before he dropped the gun. Anti rushed forward and hugged him tightly. “I’m so sorry I’m so sorry.” He wailed into his chest dampening his black shirt. “Shh it’s okay, it’s okay now.” Anti soothed slowly following chase down to their knees. “She left me Anti...I just- I don’t know how to cope.” Chase admitted. “Stacey’s a hoe.” Anti deadpanned making chase crack a small smile. “Your the only friend I tolerate and that makes you pretty fooking amazing, if she can’t see that she never deserved you.” Anti sighed almost cradling chase. “I’m far from amazing.” Chase mumbled burring his face into Anti’s chest. “Yes you are, and you mr. Amazing are staying at my house.” He declared picking chase up bridal style and carrying him downstairs to the door and down the street to his house. He lived on his own since his dad tried to cut out his throat and his mom died. He felt Chase fall asleep in his arms while walking. His smiled down at him softly caring him inside to the guest bed before setting him down. He kissed chase’s forehead gently before going to his own room.

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It wasn't me (darkstache) part 1

“I didn't kill the bastard.” William growled. “You seem to express a lot of anger for someone who didn't kill him.” The android detective replied. “Because im tired of being accused of bullshit!” He exclaimed puffing out his chest, strands of his pink hair falling in his anger twisted face. “I understand.” The android nodded. “Sorry to upset you sir.” The android William remembered to be named Baden left. “Agh fuck!” He yelled throwing a prop against the wall, smashing it. Just because he’d met Bim Trimmer once or twice didn’t mean he killed the guy when they found his body on his set. Automatically he thought Mark could’ve tried to frame him again, but he dismissed the thought. After Mark stole Damiens body and built himself a new life as this famous youtuber Markiplier he gave up fighting with William. “Fucking hell.’’ He muttered adjusting his faded suspenders before walking out the back exit door to his car. He knew he’d feel better when he got home. Willam felt a throbbing headache along with racing memories, but focused on the road ahead of him. After the “Incident.” at Mark’s manor William also built himself a new life. He spent two years visiting a therapist before he was allowed a job under the care of Edward Iplier and his medication. He’d chosen a job in TV making a show about an insane man named Wilford who hosted interviews with murder on the side. Of course he had to clarify it was all just a show as the Manor incident had police looking his way. Now it was happening all over. William rushed inside throwing off his suspenders and shirt. “You could give me a warning first.” A deep voice said from a doorway in the dark hallway. “It's not the time.” William hissed still in a fit of rage. “What's wrong?” He asked tilting his head and stepping out of the shadows. His face was its usual pale grey lifeless color and he had bags under his eyes, but he still looked nice wearing a wrinkled white button up, the sleeves rolled up to his elbow and the top two buttons undone. He had an old pair of black slacks on and his dark brown eyes filled with curious concern. “A man named Bim Trimmer ended up dead on MY set and now the police think I could have caused it.” William huffed. “They’ll give up soon.” Dark reassured. “They’re working with an android.” He informed. “He has my files Dark.” William sounded terrified. Police never figured out what happened in the manor and never arrested anyone, but William could easily change that if they reopen the case. Dark wrapped his arms around William’s waist when he threw on an oversized pink hoodie, a little lighter than his hair. He sighed leaning backwards into Dark calming instantly. “Hmm what would I do without you.” He sighed. “Perish.” Dark chuckled. “Now let's watch some movies?” He suggested. “Sounds lovely.” William mumbled contently. He and Dark weren't quite together, but maintained a close relationship. After all he was a fusion between Damien and Celine his two closest friends, Celine also being his former lover. It did hurt losing her, but he accepted it and found comfort in his friendship with Dark.

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Sanders sides as an accidental conversation

Logan: thank you...

Patton: waffles!

Logan:I....what?

Patton:...(internally) it's too late to to back now

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My room lit as hell....by lighting. It's lighting up my room.

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The storm demons are coming to get me

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I love it!

happy pride month!!

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"I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone."

-Can You Feel My Heart ~ Bring Me The Horizon

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While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon.

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Sometimes I feel like I'm screaming for help, but everyone's deaf.

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Sanders Sides highschool AU where none of them are related but they all have the same last name so their senior quotes all match up like so:

Logan: No, we’re… Patton: …not related… Roman: …so, please… Virgil: …stop asking.

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They're all gay

Reblog with your most common writing cliche

I’ll go first. All my characters have a habit of Raising a Single Eyebrow. 

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Alrighty, here we go! (Thanks @preyed-llama)

Prompts: “Please look at me.” “I’m just disappointed.” “You know I’m not like that.” “I know you still love me.” These will be in bold!

Pairings: Logicality (…not after this)

Trigger Warnings: Slight arguing, Deceit mention.

Word Count: 558

“Patton-”

“No, Logan.”

“Please look at me.”

Patton’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the counter, resisting the urge to spin around and slap Logan across the face. Tears streamed down his cheeks, the salty taste letting him know that he was crying. He knew Logan wouldn’t betray him like that. Well, he thought wrong. Logan felt his stomach churn, a sickening feeling making its way up his throat. He refused to cry, he had to be strong, he had to show Patton that he was sorry.

“Patton, please.”

Logan took a step closer, his hand reaching out to grab the moral sides arm. Patton quickly turned around, pushing Logan away from him.

“Don’t touch me, Logic.”

Patton balled his hands into fists as he watched Logan stumble backwards, bumping into the corner of the fridge.

“It wasn’t my fault!”

“Prove it then!”

“You know I can't”

Patton sighed heavily, slipping off his glasses to rub his eyes before sliding them on once more.

“Listen Logic, I don’t blame you. If I had the chance to cheat on me I’d do it too.”

Logan looked down at his feet, tears threatening to spill.

“I didn’t cheat on you Patton. He kissed me.”

Patton chuckled quietly, his usual bubbly laugh hidden away.

“You don’t have to lie to me Logic-”

“It’s not a falsehood!”

“-I’m just disappointed.”

Logan glanced up at Patton, he’d started to untie the cat hoodie that usually sat on his shoulders.

“You know I’m not like that.”

“I thought that about you, yes. But I now see how wrong I was.”

Patton folded the grey garment as they spoke, placing it on the counter next to him.

“So, why him?”

“Patton-”

“No Logic, I want to know what’s so special about Deceit. What does he have that I don’t?”

Logan cautiously took another step towards Patton, stopping just a metre away.

“Patton, I don’t love him. I’m attracted to you, and you only.”

Logan held his breath as he waited for Patton to answer.

“So when talking about your feelings for Deceit you can say ‘love’, but when talking about me you can’t.”

“What? No-”

“I see how it is Logic, I’ll go.”

Before Patton had the chance to sink out, Logan grabbed his wrist.

“I know you still love me.”

Patton smiled sadly and Logan released him.

“You’re right Logic. I do still love you. I just know that you don’t feel the same.”

And with that Patton sunk out, retreating to the safety of his room.

Once Logan was sure Patton had left he’d broke down. Throwing and smashing plates and cups at the walls and on the floor, kicking in the cupboard doors, tossing cutlery everywhere. When he had no more to destroy in the kitchen he moved to the lounge, ripping apart pillows, tearing blankets, smashing Disney DVDs. As he teared apart the kitchen and lounge Logan let out ear piercing screams, letting every emotion and feeling take over. He didn’t care if the others heard him, he needed to let it out. Once he was done he moved back to the kitchen, picking the cat hoodie up off the floor and putting it on. He slid down slowly against the counter, finally letting the tears fall. A faint whisper leaving his lips between sobs.

“But I do love you Patton.”

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Crappy headcanon that they have exactly one dollar in the mindscape (conjured up from Roman who can’t even remember why) and it just circles around between the sides as a running gag. One time Patton borrowed it from Roman because he wanted to make a money pun at Logan and then he forgot about it.

He got it back again since that video and used it wisely.

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"I don't want be heard I want to be listened to."

-Twenty Øne Pilots, Forest

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Sick (sanders sides)

They call us sick, but maybe we're only the healthy.- Logan was getting impatient and restless from being still too long. His long finders twitched against his wrist. He needed a cigarette or something to work on. Logan pulled at his blue tie, loosing it. He knew it was dull minded to smoke but when you get hooked your hooked. He knew he couldn't smoke now. He needed to try and quite, for him. He knew if the others found out they would throw a fit, especially Patton who was shifting in his seat now. Logan needed to quite for him. He was fragile, so was Virgil, but different. Virgil was determined to not break and Patton was determined to be strong. Virgil wouldn't be happy, but would adjust to Logans habit, Patton would finally let his cracks he covers up with colorful bandaids burst. He was far too close to crumbling for Logan to be the domino to tip him off the counter. He knew it would only tip Virgil and Roman as well. They all depending on each other far too much. It was dangerous, like leaning against paper at the edge of a cliff.