#Hi sanders sides fandom

[candytuft-whimsing]

Redraw of this!

I swear he invades my brain and won't leave until I draw him

Roman

[theeerealpunkin]

Isn't it enough.. that you pulled them apart once?

I just found this lying around & I don't think I ever even posted it?

It's an older one, like two years old atp I think lol

[let-roman-bite-someone]

btw i really really hope that janus's current characterization, with the wine and sass, is just there for the more light-hearted episodes, and that thomas hasn't forgotten the nuance behind his character.

[silentambiance]

please accept these humble sketches of virgil

(haven't drawn sides for years but I think he looks cute)

[analogicalreasoning]

Hey everyone, Michael here. Snrk–

I haven't always been a super big fan of Sanders Sides, I've been aware of its existence for a few years. But, now my brain has finally decided it wants to hyperfixate on it like no tomorrow, and I'm the biggest Analogical fan ever.

I have an ✨️ AO3 ✨️. Currently I only have a work dedicated to Analogical oneshots, and would really appreciate suggestions. I also hope to possibly write some bigger stories if my fixation doesn't burn out before I do!

Here's my AO3:

Check it out. Feel free to add suggestions either over there in the comments or over here in the asks. Thanks 🧠🌩

[anachronistic-falsehood]

tbh i am. RAPDILY losing interest in actively keeping up with qsmp. richas was one of the three things keeping me actively engaged, the other was cellbit and bagi and their lore, the other was fit and pac (+ mike obvi), and rn richas is leaving and cellbit and bagi appear to be on indefinite hiatus from the server. fit and pac u better fucking pull through for me ur my last got damn thread

[stretch-time]

Me: oh a new Sanders Sides christmas video! I'm not really into it nowadays but I'll watch it :3 for chrimby

Me after: IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN!!! /ref

[kitkat-the-muffin]

Less than a decade ago a prophet told me that they had a vision of Thomas Sanders announcing that he’d gotten engaged on his 35th birthday

In about two weeks I guess I’ll find out if they were right lol

[southerndragontamer]

Egotober Day 13: Mirror

What did it mean to be a mirror of someone? So alike, but so different at the same time. That was the question that ran through Roman’s mind as he sat in bed and sketched out a moment from the DND campaign Thomas was doing with his friend Terrence. It was such a creative game that he couldn’t resist.

His room, or rather their room, the room of Creativity was one that Thomas hadn’t visited yet. Being it was split between himself and Remus it was….interesting to say the least.

Half of it was a bedroom/study that looked like it belonged in a castle. Four poster bed, many comfortable pillows and blankets in gold and red with cream accents. Disney merchandise along shelves, a bookshelf, window with a nook overlooking the forest and a desk with paint and ink marks all over it. Roman wasn’t as methodical as Logan about his neatness, at least all the time. His art supplies were in a system only he recognized, but the room was neat enough you saw the floor and he kept his bed made and clothes clean.

Remus’ half….not so much. His rose red eyes looked over to where his twin was on his stomach, kicking his legs as he was likewise occupied with his own sketchbook. In shades of black and green with silver accents, his room was a full on mess that would make the clean minded all faint on sight. Clothes piled everywhere, bedding in disarray and the only reason the prince didn’t need a gas mask was because Imagination filtered it out. There was horror merchandise on shelves, a bookshelf with dog eared, torn books, a scuffed mess covered desk and the broken window overlooked a darker forest.

But there was something that was a familiar sight to him. Art supplies in a system almost the same as his, even if they were more covered in dried paint than his own.

The Duke’s poisonous green eyes looked up, his mustache quirked as he grinned mischievously at the Prince. He propped his cheek on his hand. “What’s that look for brother dearest? Oh no, you’ve been thinking haven’t you? I smell the smoke from here.”

Roman rolled his eyes and despite himself a smile tugged at his lips as he watched Remus wave a hand around in faux disgust. He scoffed to hide a chuckle.

“Ha-Ha very funny Remus. Yes, I have been thinking. About how we’re a mirror of each other, we’re so alike…yet so different.”

Remus hummed softly and he rolled over onto his back and wriggled up to set his head in Roman’s lap.

“It’s not that big a shock, if you want I can take you to meet Mary. She can give you quite the shock, that girl is something else! And maybe try to bite your lips off, but I can smack her with the morning star and she’ll know you’re not food. We went to this great bar for drinks-“

He pinched the bridge of his nose in the way of exasperated siblings everywhere and he cut off his twin’s ramble quickly but gently as he began to idly stroke Remus’ hair.

“I mean it’s just a bit confusing since we weren’t always twins. I did compare you to looking in a funhouse mirror before.”

Remus let out a content hum at the affection before he responded voice soft for once.

“It’s not really that far from the truth Roman. We may have been Creativity in full once, but when we had to we split. I was a bit more like you when Thomas was younger…but as time passed he saw two different kinds of creativity. I got most of my power from when he was a teenager. You know that time where everyone is stupid, gross, into the dark and taboo.”

“And that’s where the Intrusive Thought part of you began to manifest and where my Passion did as well.”

Roman finished for him in a similar soft tone. He sighed and twisted s bit, so he could curl around Remus and set his head on his stomach. He smiled as he felt their hands subconsciously join and Remus squeezed softly. They both knew that the prince only thought like this due to how he wanted to ignore his mental crisis of everything not really being as black and white as he’d thought, that had reared it’s head when Janus properly introduced himself and challenged everything he thought he understood.

Virgil had helped as much as he could, and he had tried bless his anxious heart, but it still wasn’t that simple for Roman to confront that part of himself yet. He knew he would soon enough, and when he did he’d have not just the others beside him, but his twin as well. Because they were each other’s mirror, where one went so did the other.

[jaratedeguadalupe]

tits actually

[gwenlena]

was NOT expecting to see jmart in the most recent tss video this is insane

[onewhoturns]

I feel like people here will appreciate it more than irl friends, but I ran an escape room for Thomas Sanders and friends today, and that was unexpected and fun. Nice guy, killed it at the tone puzzle, made funny jokes in room, and showed up early and everything which we always appreciate. 👍

[thegreat-spiderthreat-of2017]

i really thought moceit becoming canon 5x a day was a joke but I was So Wrong

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY THOMAS SANDERS :DDDD!!! 🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎊🎊🎂🎂🎂

[betweenthescarletmoon]

So i came back to lurk in a fandom i haven't been a part of for two and a half years and it turns out the guy we all thought was nice and talented just overworks, underpays, and steals from fans? what a time to be alive and check out what i missed

[stillebesat]

Tiny Demon AU

Roman leaned more heavily into the palm of his hand, his eyes half open as he tried to listen to his woodshop teacher -known as “Slo-Mo Nate” among the less patient students such as himself- as he plodded through yet another lecture on triangles being the strongest shape in construction yadda yadda--Roman had heard it all a million and a half times before. 

He fought back a yawn, the pencil he’d had ready to take ‘real’ notes moving in lazy circles halfway up the page as he waited for Slo-Mo Nate to wind down. 

  Just because Roman preferred using other shapes in his construction projects didn’t mean he wasn’t aware how useful triangles were. He flicked his eyes to the ticking clock then back to the Teach. Would it be too much to raise his hand and interrupt to ask if he could go out to the shop already? Probably. 

ProcrastiNATion loved to bore his students to death for the first twenty minutes before finally letting them loose into his shop to work on their senior projects . 

Roman exhaled, scratching darker lines haphazardly through the interconnecting circles he’d doodled.  “Olvida la diversión trae la lógica.”  He muttered, glancing up as a couple of chairs in front of him shifted. Were they finally allowed to lea--

Nope. 

Nobody was getting up.

He resisted the urge to bang his head on the desk. Just a couple of his fellow peers as antsy to get out into the shop as he was apparently.  

Unfortunately the Bore-i-Nator was still jabbering on about his beloved triangles and--Roman looked back down to his doodle and jumped, nearly falling out of his chair while a tiny horned figure glowered up at him from the middle of the symbol he’d drawn. 

No. Way. Roman blinked, shaking his head. He’d dozed off. He was imagining it--nope. 

Tiny demon dude was still there. 

“Mira al idiota humano” The tiny voice growled up at him, crossing his arms. 

“Perdoname?!” Roman hissed. “I’m not an idiot!” 

“Ah. Ingles.” The figure said, a tiny spiked tail flicking in contempt. “Of course, I should have known.” 

“And what is that supposed to mean?” “Exactly what the words connotate. Do you not read! The size of the summoning circle is specified as no more and no less than six FEET in diameter and this--” He gestured to the circle “Flimsy excuse of an ecliptic is a paltry two inches!”