#nonbinary patton

[onthevirgeofdestruction]

Finally finished one of the things with all the Plea For My New Self Characters in it! Woo! No reposting/reuploading, no editing, feeding to an AI, or otherwise taking this work. Thank you!

Based on a Scooby-Doo Meme but I think at this point it's barely recognizable compared to the original. Went a little cartoony this time for fun because of the scooby-dooness of it all.

[sandersontheside]

[monkeythefander]

A Halloween Meet Cute ❤️💜

Summary: Virgil doesn’t usually like parties. But this Halloween party might result in the start of something wonderful, with a certain someone in a sparkly costume.

Relationship(s): Romantic Prinxiety, background/mentioned Romantic Intruality

AU: College/Human AU

Content Warning(s): mention of alcohol (not in detail though and none is physically present in this story). Let me know if I missed anything else.

Click below the cut to read the fanfiction

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Virgil sits on the back porch of the house. He takes a deep breath and not for the first time this evening, contemplates why he came to this party in the first place.

It’s Halloween night and Virgil is currently sitting on the back porch of Patton’s family’s house. Patton had invited several students from their university to his Halloween party. Virgil knew he wouldn’t know anyone besides Patton and Remus at the party, but he couldn’t find it in himself to decline Patton’s invitation. The bubbly man had told Virgil about all the decorations he got and activities he had planned for the party throughout the planning process. Patton also wasn’t planning on letting anyone bring alcohol to the party because most people who he invited are under legal-drinking age, and he also wanted to avoid anyone causing chaos or getting sick. Overall, the party plans sounded fun and safe, so Virgil ended up attending.

But as he sits out on the porch in his vampire costume, he can’t help but feel stupid for attending. Patton, being a social butterfly, spent most of the party trying to chat with everyone and keep everyone entertained. He was also spending a lot of time with Remus, which makes sense because they’re dating. This resulted in Virgil being left alone a lot because he didn’t feel comfortable joining large conversations with a lot of people he didn’t know.

Maybe Virgil should just go home. Patton’s probably too busy to notice him leaving, so he can send an apology text later.

“Hey, Count Woe-laf. What’s got you sitting out here alone?”

Virgil jumps slightly at the unexpected voice and turns around to see a person standing in the doorway. The person is wearing a white, long sleeved, knee length dress that has a gold flower design on it. The person has reddish-brown hair that’s tied up in a ponytail. They are also wearing a flower crown with red flowers, fake-pointed ears, sparkly red eyeshadow, and sparkly fairy wings.

“Uh- I just wanted some space from all the festivities…” Virgil mumbles in response while looking away from the newcomer. Suddenly, he hears footsteps approaching him and the sound of someone sitting down next to him.

“I could use a break too. Being social so much can get tiring. I’m Roman, they/he. What’s your name?” The person, Roman says and they stick out their hand to Virgil to shake in greeting.

“I’m Virgil, he/him.” Virgil shakes Roman’s hand back. The person smiles brightly.

“So, how’d you get invited to this party if you don’t mind me asking. Considering you’re sitting out here, you don’t seem like someone who attends parties often.” As Roman says this, his head tilts slightly to the side and Virgil can’t help but find this action cute.

“I’m friends with the party host. How’d you get invited, Sparkles?” Virgil decided to throw in a nickname. Roman gave Virgil one, so he might as well give the person one in return.

“Sparkles? I like that. I was invited to this party by my twin brother, who happens to be dating the party host.”

“You’re related to Remus?!” Virgil asks a bit louder than he meant to. If Roman is related to Remus, then how come he’s never seen them before. Also, Remus’s aesthetic is completely different compared to this sparkly, fairy person sitting in front of him. How can they be twins?

Roman laughs before replying, “I’m guessing you know Remus too since you said you’re friends with Patton. I know I probably don’t seem like I’d be Remus’s twin, but we are. I’ve grown up with him for my entire life.”

“I can see the resemblance now that you’ve told me you’re related actually.” Virgil says, looking at Roman’s features again. Roman and Remus both have reddish-brown hair, green eyes, and freckles scattered across their faces. Remus just happens to have a mustache, a gray-streak in his hair, slightly shorter hair, and lots of piercings.

“So, what year and major are you?” Roman asks, tilting his head cutely again.

“I’m a second year, and an English major. What about you?”

“I’m also a second year. But I’m an art major. I want to make my own animated series one day.”

“That’s cool, Sparkles. What do you want your series to be about?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure yet. I just know I want it to probably be fantasy themed and have a nonbinary main character in it. I want to create a show that I would have liked to see growing up, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that. I want to write a novel with an asexual character in it for that same reason.” Virgil says.

“I’ll have to read your book someday then, J.D-lightful. It already sounds like it will have a cool character in it.”

“T-Thanks.” Virgil says, blushing slightly under his vampire makeup, feeling a bit flustered because he’s not used to receiving compliments from people he finds attractive.

Roman giggles, “Are you blushing under all that makeup, Virgil?”

“N-no! I’m not!” Virgil covers his face with his hands, feeling embarrassed by his strong reaction. Suddenly, he feels his wrists gently being pulled so his hands don’t cover his face anymore.

“It’s okay if you are blushing, Hot Topic. I don’t mind.” Roman says softly to him, his eyes shining slightly in the moonlight.

Virgil stares back at Roman, feeling more flustered. Did Roman just imply that they find him hot?!

Suddenly, Roman grabs Virgil by the hand and gently pulls them both up to stand. Then they let go of Virgil’s hand and reach into a pocket in their skirt. Roman pulls out his phone and proceeds to tap around on it until the song, “Calling All the Monsters” by China Anne McClain starts playing.

“Dance with me.” Roman says and he places his phone back in his pocket and offers a hand to Virgil.

“Uh- I’m not the best dancer…” Virgil says nervously. The only dancing he ever did was Just Dance with Patton.

“That’s okay. You can just dance however you want to. Feel the music and just have fun! It will also just be us out here, if that makes you feel a bit more comfortable.”

Virgil takes a calming breath before taking Roman’s hand and letting the fairy lead him in a dance. They sway and spin each other around, almost tripping a few times, but laugh about it together. Virgil never thought he’d ever feel this at ease at a party before now. Roman truly is magical.

When the song comes to an end, Virgil finds himself being dipped by Roman despite the fairy being shorter than him. The two stare into each other’s eyes and it feels like the entire world is just them. Once Virgil is standing again he finds himself leaning his face closer to Roman’s face. Roman leans closer too, and the next thing Virgil knows, the two of them are sharing a kiss. Roman’s lips are soft and taste like vanilla. Virgil wonders if they put on vanilla chapstick before the party. When the two pull away from the kiss, they stare at each other softly.

“You’re a good kisser. And you were a pretty good dancer.” Roman says with a grin on his face, blushing slightly.

“Same goes for you, Sparkles.” Virgil says, happy and surprised that this is going so well. He usually is awful at romantic interactions. He should probably ask Roman on a date now. Yeah, that’s the right next step. Before he can get to asking that though Roman speaks up.

“So you wanna go on a date sometime, Hot Topic?”

“Yes! I mean, yeah, sure.” Virgil coughs to clear his throat afterwards, feeling embarrassed over how excited and loud his first response was.”

Roman giggles and once Virgil is calm again the fairy glances at Virgil’s lips again, asking for permission. Virgil smiles and leans down to kiss Roman again. He can get used to this.

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End Notes: Thanks for reading! If you liked this fanfic, please consider leaving a like, reblog, and/or a comment. I wrote this randomly and didn’t spend a lot of time proofreading, but I hope it’s still a fun read.

-Monkey💜

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AO3 Link to this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59735275

[my-little-xenogender-blog]

Patton nonbinary

A nonbinary that loves Patton from Sanders Sides (platonically)

[mogai-headcanons]

Roman Sanders from Sanders Sides is a gay princegender genderbladed gender creative nonbinary person with ADHD who uses he/him, they/them, and prin/prins pronouns, and prince is dating Janus and Patton!

Virgil Sanders is an autistic bi gay demisexual nonbinary autigender anxiegender gendervoid genderpunk person who uses they/them, xe/xem, vam/vamp, and rot/rots pronouns, and xe're dating Patton, Logan, and Rhea!

Patton Sanders is an autistic gay genderfluid pastelgender laughgender rainbowgender fragaric person with ADHD who uses she/her, he/him, they/them, and any happy-themed and non-themed neopronouns, and she's dating Virgil and Roman and in a QPR with Logan!

Logan Sanders is an autistic gay asexual transfeminine botgender bitgender robogender technogender person who uses she/her, they/them, and it/its pronouns, and she's dating Virgil, Janus, and Rhea and in a QPR with Patton!

Janus Sanders is a transfeminine agender snakegender yellowgender liegender person who uses they/them and it/its pronouns, and it's dating Rhea, Logan, and Roman!

Rhea Sanders is a transfeminine intrusic greengender ratgender turigirl who uses she/her, they/them, it/its, and rat/rats pronouns, and rat's dating Janus, Logan, and Virgil!

dni link

[werewolf4vampire]

i know that it doesn't actually help realistically, doesn't functionally change anything but i gotta say, hearing that my dad likes to troll transphobes on Twitter and my mom got banned for it makes me feel more emboldened about Being trans around them and knowing that they support me

[willpressleverfordopamine]

Two points:

Orwell was wrong in a lotnof ways but he was very right when it came to language: and we are so fucking close to double speak it's scary. We are alienating people with our extreme focus on vocabulary rules. It's keeping us from actually DOING something proactively positive. Patton Oswald has a great bit where he gives examples of two people: one uses perfectly educated language to make a homophobic and transphobic point, the other says "tranny" and "puff" to express a positive, supportive message. Don't get hung up on words.

And... I personally am nonbinary, but I am also a woman. I feel nothing like a woman, but because I look like one, I experience the world like one. I have vested interest in feminism because I have felt how this world treats women. I honestly look at women and think "what are you? Do you actually think and feel like that? Because you look like me but you are nothing like me". But at the same time I have lived the life of a woman. I cannot divorce reality. I don't even like to use AFAB because I wasn't just assigned it at birth, I keep being assigned with femininity every second I spend with other humans.

don't use "ftm" it's outdated and offensive. it implies that the trans person was their agab, which we never were. i was always a boy, never a girl who became a boy.

i'm 35 years old. i've been IDing as trans or something similar to trans for nearly 20 years. i was probably calling myself FTM while you were playing tag during recess, anon.

i WAS a girl. i IDed as a girl early in my life. i recognized myself as a girl, called myself a girl, lived as a girl, and was a girl. who then IDed as a man. hence, F t M.

spend more time worrying about yourself instead of strangers on the internet, anon.

sorry not sorry if this comes off as needlessly hostile, but i've been getting a lot of shit from a lot of teenage trans kids about the language i use to describe my own goddamn experience, and i'm growing real fuckin weary of it.

i have elder trans friends who call themselves transsexuals and transvestites and trannies. are you going to seriously go to a 60-year-old trans person who survived the reagan years and tell her she's not allowed to use certain language to describe herself because it might offend the delicate sensibilities of some teenager on the internet?

do yourself a favor and log off, find some real-life trans people who are over the age of 20 or 25, and spend time talking to them instead of getting all holier-than-thou at random strangers on tumblr.

[liondrakes]

Transitioning Into A Beastman

Examining My Gender, Humanity, and Nonhumanity Through Transspecies Identity

by Sivaan of Candlekeep

Blurb: A personal essay in which I discuss the connections between my identity as a boi and my identity as a beastman through non-normative role models for my masculinity. Much of this is discussed in relation to being transspecies.

I owe much of my masculinity to two groups: masculine-of-center lesbians and other gender-nonconforming queer people in the black community and furry characters of the bara variety. Odd combination at first glance, yeah?

It makes perfect sense from where I stand. I’m a beastman— as in an individual who has the qualities of a beast and a human, not a man (gender) who happens to be a beast. I'm also what's called a "boi", an overlooked identity that sprung up from the black queer community referring to individuals whose masculinity is not cisheteronormative.

I am transmasculine and genderqueer, plain and simple. That said, being a boi’s still an intrinsic way of life for me. Boi simultaneously is its own thing and incorporated into the specifics of my gender identity. It cuts deeper into my queerness through my cultural experiences and connections. It also cuts into my sense of self outside of an anthropocentric lens.

I am transspecies. My idea of masculinity isn’t conceptualized in the same way as most cisgender, heterosexual, and typically (ortho)human men. I guess one could say I am a “beast boi” in this regard.

The kind of masculinity I admire is the confidence and unapologetic self-love of an aggressive. I also admire the proud disposition of an anthropomorphic bear, one whose build is akin to a bear in the queer-specific sense. That’s the kind of masculinity I want to embody for myself.

But it’s not all about the looks. It begs two questions. Where does boi come from, and why is it relevant to my transspecies identity?

The history of the term has bounced around different spots within the LGBTQ+ community. From butches and tomboys to transgender men and other transmasculine folks, that's the flavor of queer you'll find amongst bois. One group who’s established communal bonds and created initiatives through boi identity is bklyn boihood; I personally recommend Outside the XY: Queer Black and Brown Masculinity, a collection of essays, stories, and poetry created by members of the organization. I read it within the past year, and it’s personally one of my favorite books of all time.

A year after I came out as transmasculine, I discovered this term through the now defunct Queer Undefined website. Curious, I decided to look into it and learned more from Evan Urquhart's article on the subculture:

"The first major recorded use is attributed to rapper Big Boi (Antwan André Patton) of the duo Outkast, which formed in 1992. The I in Big Boi came from a street spelling of boy in the Black community in the early 1990s or before... Not long afterward, the gay community began using boi to mean a young, attractive gay man, as on the cover of XY magazine in 2000. Concurrently, boi came to be applied not only to men but also to boyish young women—originally young women in skateboarding. By 2003, the dominant definition on Urban Dictionary was a young butch lesbian, and so it remained until 2016."

“Boi was, and is, an identity term, primarily used by people of color, that traverses the messy, occasionally overlapping space that encompasses masculine women, nonbinary transmasculine people, and transgender men. (An earlier word, butch, pulls off a similar trick of spanning communities that are in the process of pulling apart.)"

If my interest wasn’t piqued before, it sure was right then and there. I’ve known for a while that my blackness plays a significant part in my queerness, even before I came to terms with my transmasculinity. The scope of my race and culture has touched on every facet of my selfhood.

The overall culture of black, queer people in the U.S. was extremely important in shaping how I understood queerness. Femme queens and butch queens, aggressives and studs, same-gender-loving people (SGLs), that’s the realm of queerness I knew. Some cases may not be black-exclusive nowadays (for example: ballroom), but all of it did come up from my people, our history, and our relationships with queer identity.

So how does that intersect with my species?

Prior to joining the alterhuman community, I also identified with queer masculinity as seen in a particular subculture. For a lack of better words, something awakened in me when I discovered bara media within the furry community. There’s the attraction element, yes, but more importantly, it was their presentation that drew me in. I developed a personal attachment to these strong, beastly, and burly characters for reasons that I couldn’t quite explain yet. This attachment did not form for their human counterparts, however. My view of those characters was exclusively from a place of attraction.

At the time, I saw it as my preferred content within the subculture. I'll admit I was too young to be checking out things like Nekojishi, and I waited until college to actually engage with them. Nonetheless, I really clicked with these sorts of characters. This was applicable to characters that weren't specifically made within this subset of the furry community as well; characters such as Kumatetsu and Kimahri Ronso also resonated with me as ideal models of masculinity.

There's barely any overlap between this and the queer culture I've come to know in my youth. The only similarity between the two was the fact that each emerge from queer people of color, considering that this subset of furry media is based on the art and literature of Japanese gay men. That said, it is dependent on the artist whether or not they're fine with referring to their art and/or literature as "bara"; I certainly wouldn't recommend saying this in referral to the creative(s) themselves as bara has its roots as a pejorative term. Think of it in the similar vein as not all folks wanting to be labeled as queer within the western LGBTQ+ community.

Despite the absence of an overlap, I've come to establish my own connections between these snapshots of queer identity. I liken my experiences with species to my experiences with gender on account of their growth. Each began as a trek into the unknown. These were possibilities hidden within myself, and I approached it with confusion and uncertainty for the most part. Yet, I was full with the desire to explore. My worries didn’t stop me from combing through my introspections and fishing for insights from my surrounding communities, hoping to better understand what my relationship to either concept was.

That’s why it felt so right to call myself transspecies. I’m sure it’s why it felt so right to call myself a beastman, too. To be a beastman is an inherently transformative experience, no different than how it is for me as a transmasc and as a genderqueer person.

Transspecies feels a lot like boi in the sense that it’s not only a broad label, but it’s reflective of my way of life in this community. It emphasizes on the discovery and intimacy I feel in taking this personal path, fully embracing myself instead of prioritizing what my society deems as “acceptable”.

I am transitioning into a beastman. Simple as that.

I maintain my body hair not only as a preference for my presentation but also in resonance with my transspecies identity. I relish in the feeling of my body hair as well as faux fur clothing because it feels as though I have a body completely covered in fur. This euphoria is an additional reason for me to go on testosterone in the future. I have no interest in pursuing body surgery, but hormones have been something I’ve sat with for a while now and am now confident that I want to pursue. This is to affirm my masculinity and my beastliness, respectively.

My wild relatives are a part of my transness as well. Be it lions, antelopes, vultures or badgers, I am one of them. I associate them with my gender goals, just as much as I do with fellow masculine-of-center queer people of color. Those goals range anywhere from maned lionesses like Mmamoriri to the Hrothgar of Final Fantasy XIV, leaving me with a diverse array of gender expression woven from the natural world and elements of human society.

I’ve been stretched out and contorted into something strange and beautiful. In both the transgender community and the nonhuman community, I am someone whose views on either experience are shifting sands of possibility. Many won’t like it. Some may feel the same as me. Some will not care at all. Regardless, that is how those identities intersect for me. I am a self-made beastman.

“Beastman” also suits me as a general label for my animality. It’s somewhat relative to therianthropy, specifically therianthropy in its original mythic context. Though when it comes to humanity and nonhumanity, this experience is holistic. The nonhuman animal is inseparable from the human animal. I’ve considered the possibility of having a beastman kintype or theriotype in the past. Much like my beastman identity now, these speculated ‘types were similar to Japanese juujin characters and other beastmen in fictional media. Yet, I’ve found that being transspecies, or a transbeast, was a more accurate descriptor for my experience.

Furthermore, one of my prominent phantom bodies is my ideal self as a beastman. This phantom body takes the shape of a humanoid lion or gemsbok with a stocky build. Occasionally, this body takes the shape of a humanoid honey badger or lammergeier as well. Besides those four, I’m rarely any other animal species within my beastman identity. Instead, those identities remain as constels.

Either way, I’m some form of African wildlife with a human-like physique. The parts of this phantom body are sensitive as well. My tail is always swishing behind me, and my ears (when applicable) are quite reactive no matter the situation. I get a little dysphoric at the lack of fur or feathers along my body, but those feelings don’t always linger. They’re infrequent, thankfully. Otherwise, that’d be a massive inconvenience to wrestle with.

That aside, this is how I perceive myself on a daily basis. It’s not that I don’t relate to the general sentiments surrounding nonhuman identity. Most of my *anistels are experienced as they appear on Earth, in their sources, or whatever mythos they stem from. I’m no stranger to having a fully animal perspective. Yet, this union between humanity and nonhumanity is more prominent to me than anything else within the scope of my animality. It’s why I tend to have a sophont perspective.

*Constels that are species of animals. Relative to constelic identity.

I am proudly and passionately someone whose nonhumanity doesn’t reject humanity, but rather, incorporates into my beastly nature.

I am an uncanny individual standing on two legs, acting as a human would, but once I open my mouth, my words are carried by a low rumble. Whether I bellow, grunt, growl or stay silent, I present myself in an unorthodox manner. I’d say it’s best compared to a maned lioness like before: visibly masculine yet not quite applicable to any binary that’s put upon nature. I’m not exactly male or female under the surface, and more notably, I’m not entirely human either.

I have the head of a nonhuman animal. I have fur or feathers completely covering my body, adorning me with their patterns. I have a snout or a beak and a tail or tail feathers. I have retractable claws at the edge of my fingertips and talons at the tip of my feet. I have an animal’s eyes. I have an animal’s horns. I engage with the world of men and have no qualms living in said world, yet I’m clearly not interchangeable with your average human.

Comparatively, I’m not interchangeable with my standard animal species either. I have human characteristics that set me apart from my fully nonhuman counterparts. I am exactly those animals, just in a complex and rather queer position.

I am a boi. I am a beastman. I am a beast boi, even. My sense of self is not cisheteronormative nor does it align with orthohumanity.

In being transspecies, transgender, and a reminder of my communities’ often silenced perspectives, I’ve come to terms with the fact that my species identity is inherently queer. I recognize that’s not the case for everyone else, but I refuse to disregard these connections in context to myself.

My gender identity and species identity are so deeply intertwined as personal discoveries that I’d be kidding myself if I kept ignoring their relevance to each other. The same happened in the case of my race and my gender. Although discovery had nothing to do with my cultural background, I’ve held the belief that said cultural background was pivotal in building my relationship with gender. After all, it was through my ethnic community that I began exploring and finding meaning in my own queer identity.

I’d argue it’s come full circle now, seeing that I’ve also written on the relevance of my blackness to my alterhumanity. I don’t expect others to readily understand where I am coming from, especially when some folks still argue over whether or not transspecies is a “valid” enough descriptor for one’s species identity.

Nonetheless, I know what my identity looks like. I’m fond of the nuances between these experiences and the ways in which I’ve bridged them together. They’ve brought about some truly remarkable moments in my life that I can’t imagine going without. I look forward to many more for the journeys ahead.

[askthesidesanything]

Ugh..I can't believe I let that snake talk me into this... whatever. Hi, I'm Virgil and this is my blog. I made this to document things and whatnot. -Virgil

Omg! Hi everyone! I'm Patton and I just can't wait to meet all of you! -Patton (Unavailable for asks)

Hello ladies, lords and nonbinary royalty! I am prince Roman! The grandest of all of the sides! I can't wait to get to know all of you~ -Roman

Salutations, I am Logan. I represent logic. I am simply participating in this because I believe this could be enlightening. -Logan

Heya! It's Remus! I'm unfortunately not allowed to say much because double-D is here but, I'd love to get to know all of you too~ ask me anything~ -Remus

Hello everyone, I am Janus. I will be watching over and making sure Remus stays under control. But please don't refrain from asking me anything. -Janus

Fools -Atlus

Ṯ̴̛̺̹̹̙̼̟̞̔̒̋̌̄͠h̵͉̙͈̾ã̸̗̜͆̂̊̇͑́̌̐̓̕͝n̵̝̏̋̚k̸̡͕̱̙̯̣̤̙̺̬͚̺̔̿́̋͋̔̾̃̓̋̉͠͠ ̶̢̛̥̖̹̯̠̬̘̗͎̈́͒̓̈́͂̋͌́͌̑̌̚̚͝ȳ̴̡̥̻̲̘̞̓́̎ͅo̵̢̟͖̰̱̗̅̐̄͜͠ŭ̵̘̘͔̰͖̜̮̙̙̮̮̋̈͂̉̑̃ - Daemon

Official names for the Others:

Paranoia: Phobos

Pride: Hybris

Manipulation: Peitho

Mania: Atticus

Apathy: Acedia

Wraith: Alektos

Possession: Eidolon

Arrogance: Icarus

RULES

1. keep it mostly family friendly.

2. Don't be too rude. You can be rude enough to keep the story going but being unnecessarily rude is completely out of the picture.

3. No drugs.

There might be more in the future as this progresses but for now, that's it.

Everything that has happened:

Everything was normal until someone started speaking this weird language asking for help.

They kept saying how Janus and Virgil can not be trusted and that they hurt him.

Virgil and Janus kept acting suspicious anytime this person came up.

Remus went on an adventure to go save this side from the subconscious without the knowledge of Virgil and Janus.

The other sides revealed that they all have gaps in their memories when Thomas was 12-14 years old

Patton said he remembers screaming and a feeling of sadness.

Remus finally made it to the subconscious where he ran into someone who looked like a darker version of Virgil watching the entrance to the subconscious. They let Remus inside where he found a man beaten and bloodied.

Virgil was alerted that Remus entered the subconscious just as Janus got the news, the two immediately went to go stop Remus.

Remus had already left the subconscious with the side (Daemon) and ran into Virgil and Janus.

Virgil was unable to speak and Janus is sure something is up with him.

Virgil and Janus ended up getting kidnapped by the Corrupted sides.

After Remus brought Daemon back to the mind palace, Roman decided to sneak off to go save Virgil and Janus.

Roman started acting strange.

Despite him starting to get corrupted, he pushed forward to save Virgil.

Roman ran into Peitho and they started to fight.

Around this time, Virgil and Janus were attempting to escape however, they ran into Acedia and were put right back. Virgil being knocked out.

Logan and Orange were told of what was going on and went off to help them. While Remus seemed to be stuck and couldn't get to the imagination for an unknown reason.

Eventually Remus was able to leave, leaving Patton with Daemon.

Roman had be knocked out and kidnapped by now.

Remus caught up with Logan and Orange and the three went into the dark mind palace to save the other three.

They managed to save them however, they learned that Patton was now in danger because Daemon is corruption.

With Patton and Daemon, Patton was hiding in Virgils room as Daemon was trying to attack him.

Someone decided to give Daemon a moose.

The moose started to break the door to Virgils room down.

Patton had to escape through the window.

Daemon was already waiting outside.

Daemon and Patton got into a dog fight.

Virgil was the fastest and got there first, managing to chase Daemon off however, they realized the Roman had been captured.

Remus, Logan, Atlus and Virgil went to rescue him.

Remus got there first and was soon knocked out by Mania who immediately took an interest in him.

Virgil got there soon after and was offered a deal that he had to stay and Daemon would release the twins. Virgil took the deal.

Remus was released, much to Manias sadness.

Roman, Remus, Janus and Patton might be getting corrupted.

Also Phobos is now with the core sides

Hello! I am the creator of this blog. This is my first ask blog so please be nice!

[bastard-aziraphale]

yeah we sanders sides postin' again-- this lil moceit pmv has been in the works for a while and i am very happy to finally share it!!

also they are t4t to me <3 this doesn't matter but i'm evangelising arospec trans man janus x nonbinary transmasc patton just for funsies :P

song is "chataeu lobby #4: in C for two virgins" by father john misty

commissions are open!

[thatonelesbianfander]

A Bunch of Random Remus Sanders Headcanons

I wanna yap about Remus Sanders and the headcanons I have about them, so I'm remaking my Remus Sanders headcanon post from last year. Enjoy :)

Trigger warning for mentions of self harm, murder, smut, crime,

Headcanons under cut

Autistic nonbinary gay satanist who uses they/them pronouns and has a wide array of mental health problems that they honestly don't really care enough about to put a label on

Likes taking showers just because it's one of the only socially acceptable times to be naked

Will not hesitate to kill bigots

Favorite musical is Twisted from Team Starkid

Likes to self harm for the thrill of it. Their one arm is completely fucked up because of it

Pole dances for sport. Will sometimes fall asleep hanging upside down on their pole sometimes, and no one knows how they accomplish it

Has octopus tentacles that they can summon at will, and likes using them as a hammock

Grows their hair out really long and likes to style it in a bunch of different ways, also likes having their hair played with

Cannot keep a pair of headphones in mint condition for more than a week, at the end of the week their headphones are either so destroyed they don't even resemble headphones anymore or they're completely covered in stickers and marker

Has a sketchbook that they sketch a bunch of monster designs in, and loves to show them off

Loves DDR and JustDance and is very competitive when it comes to those games

After having their eye stabbed in WTIT, they messed with it so much because of the sensory issues with their allergies that they fucked up their eye so much it now randomly falls out

Favorite music artists include Jack Stauber, ICP, and Junie & TheHutFriends

Special interest in the ocean (specifically all the fucked up creatures that live in it) and true crime

A really big cat person and will adopt many different types of cats including lions, tigers, jaguars, cheetahs, house cats, etc.

Has a weapon called a jackhandle which is a handle that can turn into any weapon at will

Their room is decorated to a horror theme, and their bed is a repurposed coffin with the lid decorated with shelves of their figures, trinkets, and other stuff

Bites stuff when stimming and loves chew fidgets

Also loves textured fidgets and will get distracted for hours on end if they find a texture they really like

Loves haunted houses and has been tempted to become a scare actor a few times before

Whenever Remus is having one of their manic episodes/breaks, Janus is the only one who can calm them down

Will eat literally anything, Janus has had to save them from choking on something multiple times

Loves physical affection

Really high sensitivity to light and volume

Loves weighted things and uses them to calm down when overstimulated

Weird with eye contact, sometimes can not and will not maintain eye contact no matter what, other times will stare into your soul

Has a green jacket/vest that they like to wear and has a collection of a bunch of pins and buttons that they like to rotate around

Has a pair of goggles that Janus gifted to them that has spikes around the eyes that are filled with real venom that can kill someone if pricked by them

Has a bunch of boots that they've DIYed designs onto, their favorite is a pair of black boots with flames on them

Missing their two front top teeth from battling. Has dentures to act as replacements for the two teeth but barely ever wears them because they find them annoying

Regularly steals hair ties from Roman and studded bracelets from Virgil, would steal from Patton and Logan but Patton doesn't really have any accessories that are interesting to Remus and Remus can never successfully steal from Logan

Whenever they get overstimulated, they have a fight or flight response where they'll try to be louder than the thing that's overstimulating them or they'll just completely shut down

Love language is gift giving, and will gift give like a cat

Has a mustache shaped bag that they use to carry around fidgets and extra pairs of headphones when they go outside, they usually make Janus carry it though

Remus and Logan love to infodump to each other about their special interests and will spend multiple hours together just going on tangents about their special interests

Their favorite fidget is a plush octopus made out of a bunch of different textured fabrics that Patton made for them

Has a giant collection of stuff related to their special interests

Janus and Remus regularly make trips to the aquarium together and will walk around as Remus infodumps to Janus about the different sea creatures and stuff

Roman and Remus play Animal Crossing together and both have fully themed islands that took hundreds of hours to put together (Remus's island is horror themed, Roman's is fantasy themed)

Loves hanging out in dark spaces, and has a giant pillow fort in the one corner of their room

Extremely clingy when tired, will always be clung to someone until they fall asleep

Five Nights at Freddy's fan

Will sleep scream at the top of their lungs for absolutely no reason at all during random intervals at night, is the reason why everyone barely gets any sleep

Actually has a pretty decent sleep schedule despite their habit of pulling all nighters sometimes to create stuff and/or research their special interests

Fell into the conspiracy theory trap with Virgil, and the two enjoy watching conspiracy videos together. Remus doesn't really take the theories too seriously but still finds them interesting

Has set up a bunch of Rube Goldberg machines as decoration around his room that go off at random times and do a bunch of things like fling knives around, set off little fires, and more

Can detach their limbs from their body at will

Reads smut and does not take it seriously at all, they find it comedic

A relentless flirt with everyone they meet, but the moment some of that energy is fired back, they'll just become a blushing mess on the floor

Loves to mimic Janus's speech patterns and hold out their S's like a snake, Janus finds it kind of annoying but endearing

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

The Creatures In The Garden

In Romans defense. He didn't realise at first that the thing he'd picked up was a person.

Aka, 5 times Roman found a tiny, and one time they showed themselves.

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| Ao3 |

Warnings: general mishandling of tinies - otherwise none.

Pairings: None!

Word Count: 2578

Notes:

My fourth fic for the @tsspromptmonth sleepy bean cafe event!!!

This one was really fun to write, I hope it's up to standard :D

Written for @nonbinary-octopus

The Prompt: 5+1 gt fic with Incorrect Handling of Miniature People (or "miniature" people if you'd like it to be normal sized humans being held by a giant). *Minor* hurt/comfort is okay, as are Fluff and Major Snarking

1.

In Romans defense. He didn't realise at first that the thing he'd picked up was a person

He'd been gardening, and he'd seen what he thought was an odd insect. He'd gone inside and grabbed a glass and some paper and quickly scooped the thing up, bringing it back into his house without really looking, placing the glass top down on his table so the - what he currently thought was a - bug couldn't escape while he ran to get his drawing supplies. 

— 

Patton didn't expect to be scooped up into a cup when he'd just been searching for seeds to cook their little group for dinner. 

His foraging had been cut short when the human came out to their garden, Patton hadn't been able to hide in time before he had come running back and tossed Patton into some container before he'd even realised what was happening. 

Now, he was on a wooden table, trying to push the glass, lift it, something he could do to escape before the human came back from wherever he'd gone off to. 

Alas, Patton hadn't been able to escape, and the human rushed back, sitting down noisily at the table and dropping things everywhere and causing a racket. Patton yelped and flung himself back against the back of the glass in an attempt to get away, now the human was finally looking at him. 

“Oh- shit!” He said, hand over his mouth, “Oh my god- you- you're not a bug-” 

Slowly, Patton stood and dusted himself off. And stood. The human was leaning down now, putting himself at eye level with Patton. 

The glass was carefully lifted, and Patton’s eyes widened in astonishment, “Hold on - I’m so sorry little guy, lemme put you back outside. 

Patton had no idea what had just happened, but hey, at least he was safe now. 

2.

Janus was squirming. 

“Let me go - you- you beast!” Janus hissed, trying to get out of the tight grip the human had on him, wriggling and kicking at his fingers. 

“Woah woah!” The human said, trying to placate him it seemed, well it wasn’t working, janus was just about ready to bite his hand, “Hey take a deep breath-”

As it happened, maybe Janus had been in a place he probably shouldn’t be, maybe Patton had warned him not to go into the house, and maybe Janus had gone anyway.

He had fallen from a shelf, and, begrudgingly, thanks to the human’s quick reflexes, he hadn’t ended up a splat on the ground. 

He wouldn’t say it though, because the human was still holding him too damn tight. 

—-

Roman had been alerted to the tiny’s presence when one of his little bottles had fallen from his shelf and clattered onto the ground. He assumed it was the same little guy as before, and when he’d noticed the poor thing tumble from the ledge after the bottle he’d dropped, Roman hadn’t hesitated in snatching him out of the air. 

As it turned out, this wasn’t the same little guy. This one had long, strawberry blonde hair, rather than the short golden curls the first one he’d found had had. He wore a tiny little hat - which thankfully Roman had also noticed and picked up for him, placing it back on his head as gently as he could with his big hands. He couldn’t tell if the tiny person was actually grateful or not for his life saving reflexes when the little thing was hurling insults at him. 

“Do you live with the other one?” Roman asked, “In the garden?”

It took a while, but the tiny eventually nodded and Roman was glad to get him back to where he should be. The curly haired one seemed grateful too from the brief look he shot Roman as he pulled the other back into the shelter of the leaves the moment Roman put him down. 

3.

Roman had thought those two would be the end of it. From his very limited knowledge, he knew tiny people didn’t like humans, so Roman didn’t expect to see the two again - especially when he hadn’t treated them… the best. He knew that, and he was trying to get better, he really was! It’s not that he was being malicious, but- well-

Things just happened, okay, and he didn’t mean to end up pinching the newest tiny between his thumb and forefinger, leaving him dangling in the air and clearly distressed about the fact - though he was doing his level best not to show it. 

“What were you doing in my crystal dish?” Roman asked, carrying the tiny over to his desk and carefully as he could, set him down. He stumbled, but quickly righted himself and dusted himself off. 

“You cannot hold us like that,” The tiny said, frowning up at him, “You could’ve crushed me.”

Roman winced, “I know - sorry, it was a reflex.”

—-

Logan adjusted his glasses and crossed his arms over his now sore chest where the human’s fingers had been pressing. It wasn’t like he was hurt, just a little winded, he’d been squeezed a little too hard, but in a similar vein to the way Remus hugged too tightly, not a bad injury. 

“I was investigating,” Logan told the human eventually when he continued watching Logan for an answer, “My companions informed me you seemed interesting after interacting with you, so I thought I would see what made you so, I did not think you were home, my apologies.”

“Oh!” The human said brightly, far too loud for his tiny ears, but he hadn’t noticed Logan’s wince, “That’s okay, I am pretty interesting - those were my crystals, a lot of humans believe they can have magical properties.”

When Logan looked mildly interested, the human practically squealed in glee and rushed over to get the dish Logan had been originally looking through. He set it down next to Logan and dug through it clumsily with his giant hands before he pulled something out with an indistinct cheer. 

“Here!” He said, placing it down at Logan’s feet, “It’s tourmaline, it’s usually used for protection, maybe it can help you guys out!”

It must be such a tiny shard to the human, but Logan had to use both his arms to lift the rock he had been gifted. It would be rude to refuse such a gift, even if Logan didn’t have the same superstitions as the human did. He was sure Patton and the others would appreciate it regardless, and he could appreciate the aesthetic value of the dark stone too. 

“Thank you,” Logan bowed to the human, “I appreciate your gift.”

Roman smiled brightly and nodded, before Logan turned and jumped down to the ground using the desk chair, it was definitely time to go home. 

4.

Remus absolutely loved adventures. 

Patton and Janus had warned him to stay away from the house, even after Logan had brought back the human’s gift and explained to them what the human said it was. Remus thought he sounded harmless enough. 

“Hey!” Remus yelled from the table, hands cupped around his mouth as he tried to get the attention of the human in the attached room, “Hey! Hey big guy!”

The human turned, started by the sound, and quickly caught sight of him on the table, he smiled, slightly strained. 

“Another one?” He chuckled, “Where are you all coming from?”

“You’ve almost met all of us now!” Remus said brightly, forgoing the hand the human offered him to climb up his sleeve, making the human yelp. 

—

Roman hadn’t expected his breakfast to be interrupted by another tiny, let alone one so loud and willing to interact with him. 

In his defense, he had actually offered the correct way of holding him, the tiny had just chosen to ignore it. Roman squawked indignantly as the tiny picked his way up Roman’s arm like a nasty little spider, pulling on his hair once he reached his neck to climb up onto the top of his head, before sitting there triumphantly. 

“Are you finished?” Roman asked, deadpan. The tiny called an affirmative and Roman sighed, “Alright then…”

With that frankly confusing ordeal, Roman went back to cooking breakfast, with the tiny occasionally pulling his hair like he could steer him. 

Roman rolled his eyes fondly. These tiny people hanging around his house were really starting to grow on him, huh?

5.

Roman should’ve known that baking, when he was plagued by a host of tiny people who seemed to love getting themselves in trouble, was a bad idea. 

At least it was training for his reflexes, he thought, as he snatched the poor tiny out of the air before they could tumble into the batter from the shelf they had been perched on watching whilst barely even looking. 

It took him a second to register that he hadn’t seen this one before. 

By now, he had seen the others at least a few times a peace, so he almost expected them to show up randomly, but he didn’t know this one. 

“Hey little guy, careful,” Roman said, he was holding him by the back of the cape he wore, and the tiny now looked simply disgruntled instead of terrified, as well as pretty uncomfortable. 

“Too late,” He snarked at him. Making Roman giggle.

“I haven’t seen you before.”

“That’s ‘cause I didn’t want you to,” The tiny huffed, “Can you put me down now?”

“Will you avoid almost falling in my cake batter?” Roman asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Only if you give me some,” he said with a mischievous grin. 

—

Virgil hated humans. He had absolutely no idea what the others were raving about when they talked about this one in particular. Humans were all the same to him, and that was, mostly, terrifying.

Still, they made some amazing sugary things, and Virgil’s sweet tooth was as yet unrivaled. So when he had seen the human begin to bake through his kitchen window from the tree Virgil often perched in, he had made his way cautiously inside, curious, and hopeful to maybe steal some batter. Curse his luck, though, because he’d almost fallen into the damn bowl and gotten covered in the stuff. 

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was grateful that the human had caught him, and even though the human seemed to be laughing at him the whole time, he still gave him a tiny dish of cake batter to snack on while he baked. 

A success, Virgil supposed as he ate his batter. 

+1 

Roman woke up to the smell of cooking bacon. 

Confused, because as far as he knew he was the only person in this house, he swung his legs out of his bed. For a moment he thought he was having a stroke, but that was if you could smell toast, not bacon, so he was probably fine. 

And then he wondered if maybe his house was burning down, but again, he’d be smelling smoke if that was the case, not bacon. 

He pulled on his dressing gown and rubbed his eyes with a yawn as he trudged down the stairs, holding onto the wooden banister as he was still fairly uncoordinated from sleep. 

When he got to his kitchen, he blinked at the sight before him. He blinked again, and then rubbed his eyes, yep, they were still there. 

All five of the tiny people he’d helped - and pestered -  over the last few weeks, rushing around his stove cooking him bacon and an egg. How the hell they had managed that when none of them were over three inches tall, he had no idea.

“Uh- good morning?” Roman basically asked from the doorway - five tiny faces turned towards him. 

“Hey kiddo!” One of them called, Roman moved closer - it was hard to hear them from that far away, being as tiny as they were, “We’re making you breakfast!”

“I see that,” Roman nodded, smiling a little, all five of them relaxed, “I appreciate it- but um… may I ask why?”

“Because,” The one he had given the crystal to said, hopping from the stove dial up onto the countertop with ease, “You have done many nice things for us - exceeded the bare minimum of not driving us away or worse when you found us by a long way - and we wished to return the favour.”

“What… what in the world have I done for you?” He asked, eyebrows raising as he went over to the open fridge, where the little green one who’d sat in his hair was trying to lift the milk carton from the fridge, “Here…”

He said it with a small chuckle, offering his hand to the tiny and picking up the milk with the other, He hopped onto his hand easily and Roman shut the fridge, letting him down next to his companions before pouring himself a glass of milk.”

They all looked at him dumbfounded. 

“That kind of thing exactly, kiddo!” The first one he’d met said, flapping his little hands excitedly. 

“You saved me from the cake batter,” Said the quiet cloaked one, raising a hand. 

“And me from the floor,” Said the one standing closest to him. 

“You gifted us something you believed would protect our home,” The dark blue one pointed out, Roman felt a little overwhelmed. 

“And you let me go when you realised I wasn’t a bug!” The first one smiled, “See? You’ve done a whole lot for us.”

“I- wow, okay,” Roman said, he hadn’t realised that his actions had had so much significance, “Well - thank you, for this,” he said softly, opening one of the top cupboards to grab a plate for himself, “May I?”

The tinies let him turn off the stove and take the cooked bacon and egg from the pan. He took his plate with one hand and offered the five of them his other hand, before carrying both his food and the tinies over to the little dining table. 

It was… a little strange how they watched him eat, and all of them remained once he was done and pushed his plate away. No-one said anything for quite a while, before Roman cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Is there something else I can do for you?” He asked, tilting his head. 

“Well… we really just wanted to introduce ourselves,” The first one said happily, “My name’s Patton!”

“Oh-! Lovely to meet you, Patton,” Roman said happily, holding out a finger to him for Patton to shake, which he did with an excited noise.

“I am Logan,” Said the crystal one, offering a small smile, “Salutations.”

“I’m Remus!” Said the one who’d been in his hair, who was currently sneaking crumbs from Roman’s plate, making him chuckle. 

“I’m Janus,” Said the long haired one only after Patton nudged him, “If you must know?”

“You all went first?” The last one whined, glaring at the group as they all stared at him, “Now you’re all looking at me-”

“It’s okay,” Roman said quickly, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to - I know names are important to magic people.”

“That’s fae,” Logan said, shaking his head, “We aren’t fae.”

“Still,” Roman said, waving his hand. 

“My name’s Virgil,” He huffed, turning his face away. Roman smiled brightly. 

“So… Patton, Logan, Remus, Janus, Virgil?” He asked, looking around at each of them, they all nodded, smiling brightly, “It’s lovely to meet you all properly - my name is Roman.”

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur @oatmealdaydreams @littlerat2 @goldnskyart (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

[thatssomecore]

Ladies, gentleman, and nonbinary nobility, I give you him. Romulus, or King Creativity, or just King, is the oldest of the of all the sides. He is the leader of the sides and makes sure they are a safe a cared for (cough, cough just Patton and Janus) eventually he gets really attached to them and starts take care of them like a dad (well, he mimics Thomas’ dad , so like tucking them in, feed them, playing with lol) and he takes pride in it. Umm, how did I say this, he acts like Roman but just with no filter lol. Thomas is just a baby (not really, he is 7 and 1/2 but you know what I mean) he doesn’t really know there is “good” or “bad”. He has no sense of knowledge, or understanding of annualizing, or well…. Logic. Yet.

[thetriggeredhappy]

different anon from the guy who was doing math to say general patton is nonbinary however general patton seems to also have cleft lip (?) it’s seen in the first panel where we see them and then never again so it’s really a toss up of snot or cleft lip. I really want to believe that the artists just skipped for simplification’s sake (seeing as they were mostly in the background) but who knows

i actually noticed that as well, it’s possible that the kid was meant to have some kind of visible scar from an explosion or something and there was confusion between the sketch and lineart and editing stages? who can say though! i’m kind of excited to see the sorts of things people do with all the extra material we have, though, and how much of it will be discarded in the larger fanon

[cheesycheesyches]

transfem! sides lineup + angst

sorry if it's blurry, again, my phone is not built for camera usage

Janus - 5'2" - trans, sapphic (she/they)

Virgil - 5'4" - demigirl, aroallo (she/they)

Patton - 6'1" - transfem, sapphic (she/her)

Roman - 6'0" - trans, alloace (she/her)

Remus - 6'0" - nonbinary, trixic (she/they/it)

Logan - 6'2" - trans, lesbian (she/her)

[swhhdr-wthhr]

my fanart masterlist

this is just sanders sides stuff from my various aus. i just wanted it all compiled in one place for my own convenience. i'll try to keep updating this but no promises. maybe one day more fandoms will be included

skeletons in the closet au:

character profiles (don't look at these they're so bad)

roman

patton

logan

virgil

nicer drawings (this is where the good stuff is)

virgil literally died and came back to life meme (one of my first digital drawings)

virgil and remus as ghosts in the woods

various doodles of janus + with color

virgil died and came back right meme (wow i wonder if virgil dies and comes back to life in this story)

janus and remus

some lore about the types of living and dead people in this au with virgil as an example

doodles (these are also bad)

remy made roman gay meme

logan hates gay people meme

first drawings of virgil

patton and logan playing detective

virgil smoking for some reason

logan unicorn princess shirt

kid roman and remus meme

NO EFFIN WAY DUDE WHO BROKE THIS VASE guy is a character in this story and it doesn't matter

didn't remus die? meme

future logan is probably nonbinary meme

opposite au:

first doodle of logan

random facts about the characters in this au

virgil changes for the worst doodle

drawn text posts

first one

second one

zombie apocalypse au:

first character drawings

roman and remus

patton and janus

logan and virgil

early timeline janus and virgil

janus from different points in time

1920s au:

first character drawings

remus does drag

some kind of sci-fi au with aliens?:

virgil doesn't know how humans work prinxiety comic strip

creativitwins alien faggot comic

patton and logan past and present photos

aliens "how flirt boy" comic strip

rough drafts for virgil + janus's alien designs

high school sitcom au:

first character drawings

logan

virgil and janis

patricia

roman and remus

logan is very normal at sleepovers comic strip

monsters au:

logan werewolf drawings

roman vampire drawings

fusions:

roman+virgil fusion doodle

character profiles:

romulus (roman/remus)

raphael (roman/virgil)

orpheus (patton/janus)

icarus (roman/janus)

no au or multiple aus:

virgil and patton are friends in every universe

doodles of patton, virgil, and logan