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Sanders sides as things my friends have said 2:

Janus: Wow. Donald Trump is such a good president.

Roman: YOU LIKE HIM!?

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Patton: I wouldn't hurt a soul but if you judge eone for something they can't control, you have no soul.

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(Texting)

Remus: Wanna hang out.

Virgil: No. I'm not in for socializing today.

Remus: We could kill someone.

Virgil: I'll come back to you.

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(School AU)

Patton: What's wrong.

Virgil: I'm freaking out about the english assignment.

Patton: The deadline isn't for a week.

Patton: Aren't you done with it.

Virgil: ... I'm freaking out because you aren't

Patton: Why?

Virgil: idk

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Logan: I am done with this weeks work.

Roman: It's tuesday.

Patton: Logan. Did you sleep.

Logan:

Patton:

Logan: No.

You, uh, got something on your arm.

Woah look, another dtiys entry!!!

Here’s the original post

Virgil: I’m on my way, what should I bring?

Roman: A good mood

Virgil: I’m not coming

Soar

Sadsappylee prompt: Hey! I know you like j u s t published unfurl and fly but I just thought you should know L O V E it and if you still have prompts open pleeeaaaase just do like a super cute, fluffy sequel, your writing is so wonderful!

Thanks for the prompt, babe!

Read on Ao3 Unfurl and Fly

Pairings: either none or all; this can be ultimate found-family or DLAMPR literally y’all can decide

Warnings: sympathetic deceit and remus

Word Count: 3030 

Virgil loves it when the others take care of his wings. 

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A Comedy or A Tragedy

This piece took me FOREVER. This was for a 1k dtiys on my insta ♡♡ but I'll post it here to celebrate reaching 100+ followers :'D thank you guys!!!

               ➤ janus & remus panicking at being dismissed

🎃 Spooky Sanders Sides PFPs 🎃

(just in time for Halloween!)

Free to use with credit! Reblogs are appreciated!

Since Spoopy season is upon us I did a little crossover art of spoopy bois in the style of a spoopy show!

Deceit, remus and Virge from @thatsthat24’s sanders sides series in Over the Garden Wall’s mysterious Unknown!

Also imagine, if you will, Deceit singing Into the Unknown and Logan cutting in in the above line going “the loveliest... FALSEHOODS!!!!!! Of allll~”

I have prinxiety brain rot

(Inspired by this post)

Remus. Yeah. I knew it was gonna be him, Virgil or Janus. Kinda expected Remus tbh

“Which Sanders Side are you based on specific facts about your childhood”

Please check it out, I tried to make it the most fun it can be!! Don’t forget to tag me/reblog with your results💕💖💞

What if: Janus saw because of the videos how Patton treats Virgil like his kid, so in CLBG he disguised himself as Patton to attempt to get closer to his child that he lost all those years ago, but Virgil sees through the act. Though, sadly, he doesn't realize Janus' true intentions.

It never occurred to him that Janus would just want to see his baby again.

I bring you “Virgil playing the violin” that no one asked for. :3

(stock photo referenced used because I can’t draw pretty instruments by memory). **Do not steal/repost without permission. Reblogs are appreciated!**

Enjoy~

-K10

@thatsthat24

So about the thing I was talking about where Virgil gets amnesia when he becomes a light side of the happy times he had in the dark...

• it happens the day after accepting anxiety, when he wakes up after the only full night of sleep he's had in years

• Virgil seems to have changed a lot

• no one really knows how, but he has

• Janus appears in his room to talk to him

• when Virgil gets angry and lashes out, his eyes widen in horror

• he had heard rumours about the effect of switching sides, but he can't believe that it really happened, and to Virgil of all people.

• Virgil, his baby...

• ...he seemed to have forgotten about all of the fun and joy of living with the other darks

• didn't seem to remember the happiness of childhood at all

• it made Janus' chest ache

• when he tries to tell Virgil the truth of his past that has been wiped from his mind, he brushes it off, believing with all of his might that his time in the darkness was nothing but pain

• because that's what lights are supposed to believe, and vice versa

• and it seemed that Virgil was victim to that rule aswell

• Janus leaves to tell the other dark sides about the situation

• Remus, along with all of the other darks, is horrified

• Virgil had been the youngest out of all of them, and they had all pretty much raised him, but he was always closer to Jan and Remus than all of the others

• and that was all just... gone from his brain

• it was hard for their minds to wrap around

• all of the other darks tried to talk to him too, but he would just flat out refuse to talk to any of them

• after the Hogwarts episode, he dumped his old hoodie in the trash

• the dark sides found it, washed and ironed and and then kept it in a box

• when Virgil was little, they had all gifted him a metallic heart locket necklace that was painted black and purple

• they found that in the trash too

• it sits in the same box, on top of the folded hoodie

• even though Virgil despises them, because he literally has no other choice than to, there will always be a tiny, infinitesimal fondness for all several of his caregivers even if he can't see it

• the darks cling to hope that their Virgil, their baby, will remember the low they have for him one day

• it's wishful thinking, as it's almost completely completely impossible to get his old self back

• their are dozens of unsent letters mad by the others for Virgil, but they stayed hidden.

• none of them had the confidence to believe that Virgil would do as much as glance at them

• they miss him... so, so much

( >:) angst hee hee)

they be looking fancy~ 

(speedpaint) 

All the Sanders Sides witch themed icons I made put together! (You can tell I made Patton’s first pffft >///<) I’ve said this so many times but I’m absolutely ecstatic that I finished them!! They look really nice side by side I’m ngl, but that’s because I’m genuinely just really proud of them dajbdjakfe ;///;

These were such a blast to draw that I kinda speed ran them pffft. >///< So my arm needs a definite break. These designs were really fun to make! Even if I’m not the best at clothing design. o///o Anyways I’ll see you guys around! I kind of have a plan to make a few more of these to round out Halloween, but we’ll see if I’ve got enough fuel in my tank for that once I rest. u///u

Thank you to @thatsthat24 and co. for making this series! I haven’t exactly been here for long, but I certainly have enjoyed my time here immensely. o///o

Meaning of Names

It wasn’t a big deal. It didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter that Roman just called him Anxiety. He had only told them his name a few months ago. It was normal that they would still slip up from time to time. They had called him Anxiety for years. It didn’t matter.

Now, all Virgil needed to believe these lies he was feeding himself and go from there.

Virgil groaned and curled into himself. He had locked himself into his room and was blaring his music in an attempt to drown out his thoughts.

Maybe it would be easier to believe that it didn’t matter if Roman had called him “Anxiety” during a fight. He could shove it aside easily. It was easy to lose yourself in the heat of the moment. Now that would’ve been no big deal.

But, Roman had called him when they were picking a movie for their typical family Friday night. They had been bantering back and forth when Roman had laughed, pushed Virgil’s shoulder jokingly, and said, “Whatever you say Anxiety.”

Virgil had froze.

Roman seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing immediately. He had tried to backpedal but all Virgil could focus on was getting out of that room. He had stumbled away from Roman and sunk into his room before Roman could notice how much trouble Virgil was having with breathing.

He had collapsed in his bed, shuddering and gasping for air as he cried.

It wasn’t a big deal.

It wasn’t like they never called each other by their trait before. It wasn’t common, they all preferred to be called by their name, but it did happen. None of the others made a fuss about it. So, he was obviously just overreacting.

But, Virgil though, the others had only called him Virgil since they had accepted him. Except for Thomas slipping up when they were sorting each other into houses, no one had called him Anxiety.

Maybe it was stupid, but it had made all the difference into feeling accepted into their family. Anxiety was a villain. Virgil was a fellow Light Side. Anxiety was always working to hold Thomas back. Virgil was just trying his best to protect Thomas. Anxiety was someone to keep an eye on to make sure that he didn’t mess anything up. Virgil was someone to keep an eye on because he was the youngest side and they felt like they needed to protect him.

So when he had been called Anxiety, months after he had been accepted, it hurt. Suddenly, he was back on the outside looking in. All the feelings of incompetence and loneliness came rushing back to him.

He wiped at his eyes and rolled onto his back. He had managed to calm his breathing back into his regular 4-7-8 breathing pattern. After he had time to breath and calm back down, he just felt stupid.

The others had to think that he was being so idiotic. Freaking out because Roman called him the name that he went by since he manifested. Overreacting Drama Queen, that what he was. He certainly gave Roman a run for his money with that performance.

It had to have been an hour after he had run from Roman when one of the others came knocking on his door.

“Virgil? May I enter?” Virgil groaned and buried his head in his hands. Of course it had to be Logan who came to talk to him. Logan had become Virgil’s go to side to help him through his panic attacks and his “cognitive distortions”. He had a way of talking Virgil through his anxieties that really left him feeling calm.

But, Virgil knew that Logan wouldn’t be talking him out of his cognitive distortions this time. Logan would berate him for freaking out over something so small and insignificant. It wasn’t logical at all. But as much as Virgil wanted to hide away from Logan’s words, he knew that he deserved them.

He flicked his fingers and his door unlocked with a click. He heard Logan shut the door behind him as he entered and walk towards his bed, turning Virgil’s music off on his way. His mattress dipped as Logan sat on Virgil’s bed.

“I apologize for not coming sooner.” Logan said gently. “I was in the subconscious with Patton checking on things and making sure that was there was nothing that could harm Thomas down the road. Thankfully, we found nothing and returned as soon as we were able. Roman told us what happened and I came immediately.”

Virgil moaned and tugged his hair. “It was stupid.” He muttered. “S’was being a Drama Queen.”

“Yes, Roman does has a penitence for that.” Virgil huffed a laugh at Logan’s reply. He threw his hands to his side and sat up against the headboard so he could see Logan. He was dressed in his standard outfit and there wasn’t a hair out of place. His face was pinched with concern and he had his hands clasped in his lap. Virgil brought his knees up to his chest and rested his head on them. He avoided Logan’s eyes.

“It wasn’t him. I was the one who had a stupid panic attack because of something that didn’t even matter.” Virgil said sourly. Logan tried to meet his eyes but Virgil moved his gave so it landed anywhere but Logan.

“There is no such thing as a stupid panic attack.” Logan said firmly. “If something gave you one, then it is a valid concern.”

Virgil scoffed and tightened his grip on his knees. His eyes landed on his bed covers. “We were choosing movies for tonight.” He muttered. “And, it was so stupid.” He said harshly. “Roman, he called me Anxiety by accident. I know that he didn’t mean to. It wasn’t his fault. I told you it wasn’t a big deal.”

Virgil felt a rush of surprise when Logan gripped his chin and moved his head so he was meeting his eyes. Light shadows were gathering under Logan’s eyes but it didn’t seem to be affecting him nearly as much as it did when Virgil ducked out.

“It upset you.” Logan said. He was speaking in the same calm voice he always did when Virgil was recovering from a panic attack. “Therefore, it was a big deal.” He slowly reached for Virgil’s hand and, when he didn’t receive a signal to stop, cupped it in his free one. “May I ask why it upset you?”

Virgil blinked his eyes furiously and gripped Logan’s hand as tight as he dared. Logan reciprocated in turn.

“It, it reminded me,” Virgil choked back a sob and his jaw trembled with the effort. “It reminded me of when we weren’t, you know, so close.”

Logan closed his eyes and nodded. “You mean,” He whispered. “When we weren’t a real family.”

A small sob finally escaped Virgil’s lips. He managed to bite back the rest of them but the damage was already done. Logan released his grips on Virgil’s chin and hand and shuffled up so he was sitting next to him. He wrapped an arm around Virgil’s shoulders and rested his head on them. He wanted to say something that would show Logan that he really was overreacting but he was sure that he would start blubbering again if he so much as opened his mouth. So he stayed quiet and let Logan do the talking.

“We made many mistakes when it came to you.” Logan said quietly. “We treated you terribly and there were, and still are, no excuses to this fact. It is no wonder that you wouldn’t want to remember that time in any way.”

“I should’ve told you my name sooner.” Virgil said wetly. He nestled closer to Logan. Tears began to slip down his face.“I should’ve tried harder.”

Logan shook his head and gently wiped Virgil’s tears away. “Telling us your name took a lot of trust. Trust that needed to be built up over time. And as for trying harder,” He shrugged. “You were defensive and had walls built up over years of isolation. Yes, you lashed out at us at times. But we were not blameless. We could’ve welcomed you at the beginning and made sure that you were not alone. That was our failure.” He tightened his grip on Virgil. “It is one that we will not repeat.”

Virgil couldn’t think of anything to say except, “Is Roman okay?”

“He is fine. Just worried about you.” Logan smiled at him and squeezed Virgil’s shoulders in reassurance. “He feels terrible about giving you a panic attack. He tried to enter your room to help you but he said that he wasn’t sure that you heard him.”

Guilt curled in Virgil’s stomach. He had just set his music to the loudest setting in his panic without even thinking about it. Of course Roman would be come to see if he could help. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Logan shook him gently. “Don’t go blaming yourself.” He disentangled himself from Virgil and stood up. He reached for Virgil’s hand again and squeezed it. “Patton should be done making dinner by now. Would you like to come downstairs or do you want to stay here?” The shadows underneath Logan’s eyes had darkened. Virgil swung his legs over his bed and, with Logan’s support, stood up.

“Yeah, dinner sounds good.” Virgil gave Logan a shaky smile. “we still watching movies afterwards?”

“Of course. It is Friday.” Logan guided them out of Virgil’s room and towards the stairs before he stopped. He turned so he was meeting Virgil’s eyes. Virgil had never seen him look so serious.

“Virgil, I want you to remember what I am about to tell you.” Virgil nodded shakily, “You will never be the outsider again. You will always be part of our family. You do have to worry about being cast out because you will always be our Virgil. Do you understand me?”

Virgil wiped at his eyes again. A sort of feeling that he had trouble identifying was burning in him and he honestly didn’t think that he could love Logan more than he did in that moment even if it tried.

“Good. Now, I suspect that Roman will be waiting to apologize to you the moment we step inside the kitchen. Both his and Patton’s sunshine will be turn up to eleven on the metaphorical dial so, if you want, you could sit next to me so the glare will not be so bright.” Logan smirked at him. “Not that you’ll be able to escape Patton’s particular brand of sunshine when we watch the movies. He is quite worried about his dark strange son.” He teased.

Okay, he was wrong. It turned out he could love Logan more. He wondered if there was any limit to his love for his family. He thought that if there was, he had broken through it a long time ago.

The Deaths of the Protector

Summary: Virgil would do anything to keep his family safe. Even if it meant dying a little. Or, in his case, a lot.

Warnings: Temporary Death & swearing.

This was edited by @forever1show @lilcutedagger & @gaypowersunite ! Thanks, you guys!

Virgil would do anything to keep his family safe.

Even before he was accepted, he would’ve cut off all of his limbs if it meant that the Light Sides and Thomas didn’t get hurt. He would’ve jumped off of a cliff into a sea of lava if it meant they all remained untouched. He protected them, it was his one and only job.

It definitely got easier when he was accepted though. He didn’t have to watch for threats from the sidelines anymore. He could go down into the common rooms without getting suspicious looks from Roman and Logan or Patton trying to get him to open up about where he was all the time or what his name was.

He wasn’t Anxiety anymore. He was Virgil, Thomas’ Anxieties yeah, but he wasn’t the villain. He was part of the family. He could protect his family without them thinking he was evil incarnate.

But, sometimes protecting his family meant that he got hurt. Sometimes, it meant that he died for a little bit.

None of the Sides could actually die. They weren’t people, they were constructs of Thomas’ mind, personality, and instincts. Yes, they could “die”, but they would always come back eventually.

To Virgil’s knowledge, none of the other Light Sides had ever died. He would’ve known if any of the Dark Sides had so much as gotten near the Light Sides living area. He was sure that the others knew that they could come back, but never gone through that process themselves.

Virgil’s death count had gotten so long that he had long forgotten the actual number.

He did remember the first time he died. It had been when Thomas was fourteen. Virgil had never fit in anywhere, with the other Light Sides or the Dark Sides. At the time, his and Roman’s relationship was just short of hate on both sides. Their jobs just clashed the most and it led to so many fights.

Yet, when Virgil had found Malice trying to get into Roman’s room with a knife, he didn’t hesitate to tackle him to the ground and sink the two of them into the subconscious.

It ended with Malice running off to hide in his room and Virgil gasping for breath and coughing up blood. The knife that Malice had tried to stick into Roman was stuck in Virgil’s stomach. He cried ugly tears, screaming for the others to save him. He wasn’t ready to die. He needed to be there to protect Thomas.

He did die that day. He bled out in the subconscious and, after hours of crying and trying to sink out only to fail, everything faded to black.

Death hadn’t been like he expected. He felt like every single speck of him was torn apart and he had to stitch every part of his body and his mind back together. It hurt more than anything he had had ever felt in his life. It was his longest time regenerating ever. By the time he had woken up in his room, it had been two weeks since Malice had killed him. He had stumbled out of his room to find Roman in the commons. Roman had rolled his eyes and asked where the hell he’d been for so long. Virgil just stared at him, taking him in. Malice hadn’t touched him.

After that, death didn’t seem so terrible if it meant that the others never knew how it felt.

He learnt how to sense if the Dark Sides came too close to Virgil and the others’ living area, though he never learnt how they got in. When they did get in, he would immediately confront them and fight if necessary.

Needless to say, he died a lot in those first few years.

But, he got better. He learned how to dodge and how to scare the Dark Sides away. He got better at sinking into the subconscious faster while restraining a struggling Dark Side. He learned how to strike first and how to strike fast. He never landed a hit good enough to kill them, but he didn’t need to kill them. He just needed to make sure that he hit them enough that they couldn’t continue on with whatever they intended.

The process of coming back to life never got easier though. It always hurt the same amount that it did the first time. But, it was worth it.

As long as Logan, Roman, and Patton remained safe, it would always be worth it.

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Wings of Anxiety Chapter 2

HAPPY CONTENT PUSH WEEK! I finally got this chapter done! #SidesContentWeek! Chapter one

In the one year and 208 days since Virgil had made his first appearance, and yes, Thomas had counted, Virgil had never shown his wings.

At first, when Virgil was still Anxiety, Thomas had just assumed that maybe the Anxious Side didn’t have wings. Yes, the others had wings but didn’t necessarily meant that Anxiety had them too. Maybe that was just a difference between Anxiety and the others Sides. It probably explained why Anxiety always seemed to look longingly at their wings when he thought no one was looking. He was probably just a little jealous. 

 Not that Thomas could exactly blame him. The others’ wings were gorgeous. Logan had let him run his fingers through his feathers once, all the while reminding him the proper way to touch the sensitive appendages. His wings had been so soft and felt amazing to touch. Amazingly, he had somehow felt calmer just taking in the different shades of blue that made up Logan’s wings.

He could definitely understand how the Anxious Side would want his own set. So, he didn’t really look much into it.

That was, until Anxiety ducked out and, after going to bring him back, they were all officially introduced to Virgil.

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Wings of Anxiety

Hey, this story is for @gaypowersunite. I really hope you enjoy it. I also cross posted this on Ao3.

Virgil normally kept his wings pressed tight against his back. He never let them out to stretch when he was outside his room. Yes, they got sore after a little while and yes, it rustled his feathers to the point that it took forever to groom them.

But, he couldn’t take them out. He just couldn’t. Dark Sides didn’t have wings. Only Light Sides did.

He knew that for a fact. Deceit didn’t have any wings and the other Dark Sides didn’t have them. He remembered Deceit explaining that to him when he had just manifested.

“Us Dark Sides, we don’t have wings.” He had explained patiently. “Only those Light Sides have them.”

Virgil, just Anxiety back then, had blinked up at him and shifted his weight around, his wings flapping slightly. “I have wings.” He whispered. “Does that mean I’m a Light Side?”

Deceit scoffed and shook his head. “No.” His smile sharpened into a smirk. “You’re Anxiety, remember? You’re one of us. A Dark Side.” He knelt down and cupped Anxiety’s cheek. “You having wings is a mistake. Just like you.”

Virgil knew better now to believe everything Deceit said. He was a liar, he lied to get what he wanted. He wanted Virgil to be dependent on him and not to think anything good about the Light Sides. He knew that.

But, Deceit wasn’t incapable of telling the truth. Not everything that came out of that slimy mouth was a lie. When it came to this, Virgil knew that Deceit had been telling the truth. It didn’t matter that what he did, what he had always done, he did to protect Thomas and the others. He was Anxiety. He was a Dark Side and him having wings was a mistake.

Even the wings themselves were dark. Totally black with purple tips. There were little purplish feathers littered in random spots but there were far and few between. They were ugly.

The other’s wings weren’t like his. Roman’s wings were a bright and beautiful red. He was gold and silver feathers lining the edges. They almost seemed to glow when the sun hit them. Logan’s were various shades of blues. They matched him so much. Just looking at them made Virgil feel so much calmer. Patton’s were Virgil’s favourite. They had so many different colours battling for dominance. On any other person, Virgil was sure that it would look so weird. But, they were just so right for Patton. They just complimented him and his personality.

Virgil couldn’t show them his wings. They only just accepted him as a friend, maybe even part of the family. They never brought up the fact that he was a Dark Side. They were trying so hard to make him feel accepted. If he showed them his wings, let his ugly secret out, then everything would be ruined. They would hate him again. They would never want to look at him again. He couldn’t risk that. He wouldn’t give up his family for the world.

So, he dealt with the awkward self grooming. It was difficult to do by himself but he managed. He dealt with the sore muscles. They were easy to deal with, he had dealt with them for years. What wasn’t very easy, was watching the others groom each other. They were so gentle and the wings looked so glossy afterwards. He tried not to stare or have his wings flap in longing. But, they must have noticed his looks because they never groomed each other in the common rooms anymore. It was always in the privacy in one of the other’s room. It was fine, Virgil understood. They could tolerated him yeah, but who would want a Dark Side watching something meant solely for Light Sides. No one, that’s who. Virgil was totally fine with caring for his wings on his own. He didn’t need anyone else to help him with them.

Until he absolutely did.

He didn’t even know how he did it. Maybe he slept on them wrong or maybe he pulled them in his sleep. But, he woke up one day grappling with his wings and just sobbing with pain. They hurt so bad. They hadn’t hurt like this when he went to sleep. Oh fuck, they were on fire.

He tried to stand up, to do something. Maybe, if he groomed them a bit the pain would go away. But it hurt too much. He could only lay on his side and sob. He didn’t think anything could hurt like this. He tried to make a grab for one of his shirts or his hoodie but they were too far out of his reach.

“Hey, Panic at the Everywhere! Patton got breakfast ready for us! Get up!”

Virgil jumped at Roman’s loud voice coming from outside his door and stuffed his fist inside his mouth. He couldn’t move, he could breath. What if Roman heard him? He’d come in. He would come in and see! Tiny whines and gasps escaped through his fist and Roman called again, his tone a little more concerned.

“Virge? You okay in there? You want me to come in?” Virgil heard his door knob twisting and a wail slipped through his lips. His wings were on fire, he couldn’t stop crying, and now Roman was going to see his wings and everything was ruined. He dropped his fist to his chest and shuddered in agony.

He managed to sit up just as Roman opened the door and slipped through. He couldn’t even hide his wings behind his back, they hurt so bad. They just laid uselessly at his side, each twitch sending pain shooting through Virgil.

He clenched his eyes closed and huddled in on himself. Roman could see them, there was no way he couldn’t. He knew and he would tell the others and they would hate him and throw him to the side. He had ruined it just like he ruined everything.

Soft footsteps echoed through his room as Roman made his way towards him. Virgil shook with anticipation and fear. What was Roman going to do? Why hadn’t he gone screaming to the others yet? He flinched back when Roman touched his shoulder but it didn’t dislodge Roman’s hand. It ran down Virgil shoulder and he whined when it touched his wings.

“Virgil.” Roman whispered, in awe? In disgust? “Oh, Virgil your wings. What happened? When did, how did, just how?”

Virgil opened his eyes and glanced up at Roman’s face. He wasn’t even able to read it properly because of the almost complete lack of light in his room. What was he thinking? What was he going to do now?

Apparently Roman knew exactly what he was going to do because the next thing Virgil knew Roman was taking him gently in his arms and shifting him so he was carrying him bridal style. Virgil couldn’t open his mouth to complain, he was past the point of words. He could only moan in pain as his wings gave a painful spasm. Roman just shushed him softly and made his out of the room, keeping a hand braced against Virgil’s wings.

He was taking him to the others. Patton was going to be so disgusted and angry with him. He was going to hate him, Virgil just knew it. Logan was going to hate him too. It was only logical. Dark Side + wings = horrible mistake. It was simple problem solving.

Virgil cried the whole way to the commons. His wings twitched and shuddered along with him, just making the pain that much worst. Roman didn’t stop walking up he was in the middle of the common room and he pushed the coffee table out of his way with a single kick when he arrived. Virgil’s tears got worse when he heard Roman call for the others. They were going to see.

Patton entered the common room first, just seconds before Logan. Virgil starting sobbing violently at the sound of Patton’s gasp and buried his head into Roman’s shoulder. He didn’t hear what was said next, but there was suddenly gentle hands running through his feathers and massaging the muscles near his wing bones. He spasmed again and moaned, in both pain and relief. It hurt, but it also helped.

Virgil was then placed on the floor, stomach first. Someone had placed blankets on the ground and it felt so nice. His wings were being stretched out and he tried to twist away in desperation. Soothing words he couldn’t make out and a hand pushing him back on his stomach stopped him and then a weight fell on his thighs. What was happening? What were they going to do to him?

He was expecting pain, just like Deceit always gave to him whenever he let his wings out around him. He wasn’t expecting more soothing fingers running through his feathers or for the massage to begin again. He arched his back and cried out, this time in relief. He was pushed down again and his head fell in a lap.

He laid there for longer than he could tell, with the Light Sides massaging his sore muscles and grooming his wings. Slowly, the pain bled away. He relaxed, minute by minute, until he was a puddle in their hands. He gave low moans at times and leaned into the hands. He couldn’t help it, it felt so good and he had never had someone touch his wings without pain following close after. He couldn’t have resisted even if he wanted to any more.

Finally, after pain had stopped shooting up and down his wings, the hands stopped and retreated, and the weight on his thigh was removed. His right wing was gently maneuvered so it laid over his left and he was rolled onto his side. He lifted his eyes and they met Logan’s. He was kneeling next to him and was staring at him with concern and confusion. Patton stood behind him and was wringing his hands in worry. Roman was sitting next to Logan and when Virgil met Roman’s, he quickly flicked them away. Roman’s expression was unreadable but his hands were shaking.

“Here.” Logan and Roman gently took him by the shoulders and helped him shift into a sitting position. His wings folded out so they were resting on the ground. Logan kept his hand where it was while Roman slide his down to grasp his hand. Logan’s eyes roamed over Virgil’s frame and Patton walked around and sat down so he was sitting to the right of him. “Try not to slouch, okay?” Logan kept his voice low when he spoke. “Sit up straight, it’ll help. Your wings are still suffering from pulled muscles. Just let them relax.”

Virgil nodded and, moving his gaze so it was trained at the floor, did as Logan said. His chin was grabbed and was raised and maneuvered so he was meeting Patton’s eyes head on.

“Oh kiddo.” Virgil felt tears burning in the back of his eyes at Patton’s whisper and tried his best to blink them back. “When did you get your wings? And, why didn’t you come to us for help? We would’ve made sure it wouldn’t have come to this point.”

Virgil starting shaking again and Roman started to rub his thumb over his knuckles. “I’ve, I’ve always had wings. Ever since I manifested.” He tried to move his head so he didn’t have to look in Patton’s empathic eyes. But, Patton let out a little “Ah!” like he was chiding a puppy and pulled his chin back towards him so he had no choice but to stare in his eyes. “I’m s-sorry.” He whimpered. “I’m, I so, so,” Shame was building up inside of him. This was all his fault.

Logan shook his head and Virgil had never seen him look so lost. “Why are you sorry Virgil. You haven’t done anything wrong. None of us are angry.” He glanced at Roman and Patton like he was looking for reassurance that he wasn’t lying. The two of them nodded in agreement and Roman shuffled closer to Virgil. “Confused, yes, but not angry.”

“I, I did! I must’ve! I’m b-bad!” Virgil sobbed. “I shouldn’t have wings and I’m suh, sorry.” He closed his eyes and pulled away from Patton’s hand still on his chin. “Dark, Dark Sides, we, we aren’t supposed to,” He cut himself off with hiccuping sobs and pulled his hand out of Roman’s so he could bury his face in his arms. His wings were flapping slightly in distress and he felt a little light headed.

Roman immediately placed his arms around Virgil’s shoulder and pulled him towards his side. “You are not bad!” He protested hotly. “There is absolutely no reason for you not to have wings.”

Virgil lifted his head up and whiped his face with his arm. “Dark Sides,”

“You are not a Dark Side!” Patton cried. “Who told you that!? You’re one of us.”

“But I’m not a Light Side.” Virgil whispered. “I’m Anxiety. Anxiety isn’t Light, Deceit told me so, I shouldn’t have wings and that means I’m a mistake,”

Logan held up a hand, effectively stopping Virgil short. His eyes had gone hard and steely. “I’m going to cut you off right there. Would you please explain what you meant when you said Deceit told you? When did he tell you this?”

Virgil’s eyebrows furrowed. “Years ago.” He said softly “He was the first one I met when I manifested. He took me to meet the other Dark Sides. He was the one who told me I was one of them.”

Logan closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. Patton had ducked his head and was trembling, from anger or sadness Virgil couldn’t tell. Roman tightened his grip on Virgil. He could feel Roman’s wings shaking against his.

“Honey.” Patton didn’t look up but reached up and grabbed onto Virgil’s other hand.  His voice was shaking with anger. “Deceit lied. He’s been lying since the start. You are not a Dark Side, I promise you that.”

Virgil just stared at him. Then, he slowly began to shake his head. “But, he couldn’t’ve.” He whispered. His entire world seemed to sway around him. “Deceit, he can tell the truth sometimes.”

“While it is true that Deceit is not incapable of telling the truth, what he told you about you being a Dark Side is a complete lie.” Logan was clenching his hands so hard that his knuckles was turning white. “This, this is our fault.”

Virgil snapped his head to face Logan. “No! It’s not your fault!” How could they even think that? “You didn’t do anything!”

“Exactly.” Logan said. “We didn’t do anything. We weren’t there when you manifested and we weren’t there to prevent Deceit putting such horrible thoughts in your head.”

“We knew from the start that you couldn’t be a Dark Side.” Roman mummered. “We thought that you were a neutral or something. When we started hanging out more, we knew that you had to be a Light Side. We thought, we thought,” He trailed off and buried his face in Virgil’s hair.

“We thought that you had lost your wings somehow.” Patton finally looked back up. His face was streaked with tear stains but his voice didn’t shake when he talked. “It’s why we stopped grooming each other in the common room. We thought that it was cruel to do it where you could see and know that you couldn’t be groomed too. We thought about asking you to groom one of us but, we didn’t know how you’d react.” He bumped his wings against Virgil gently. A shudder went through Virgil’s wings. No one had ever done that before and it felt so nice. “We should’ve asked.”

Virgil didn’t understand. What they were saying went against everything he ever knew. “But, my wings aren’t like yours.” He whispered. “They’re dark. They’re ugly. Why would you want to groom my wings?”

Silence fell for a few moments before Roman pulled away from him and Virgil got a look at his horrified face. “What are you talking about!?” He exclaimed. “Your wings are beautiful!”

He gestured at them. “Just look at them! They’re so black and glossy. And those purple tips! They compliment you so well.” Roman ran fingers lightly over Virgil’s wings. “I noticed when we entered the common room that they shone in the light. They’re gorgeous.”

Tears blinded Virgil’s vision. Were they telling the truth? They had to be lying. They just had to be.

“We’re not lying Virge.” Patton said. “We wouldn’t do that to you. Family doesn’t lie to each other.”

“Indeed.” Logan consoled. “Your wings are a part of you and as such are beautiful.” He reached out and placed a hand on Virgil’s knee. “Everything Deceit told you, was a lie. You are one of us.”

“I’m sorry that one of us didn’t find you when you manifested.” Patton mumbled. “If we had, none of this would’ve happened.”

“That’s, that’s not your fault.” Virgil said, voice cracking. “You couldn’t have known. Don’t blame yourself for something you couldn’t have stopped.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Roman assented reluctantly. “But, now that we know that you have them, you don’t have to hide them. You can’t have them against your back all the time.”

Virgil chewed his lower lip. “What about Thomas?” He whispered. “What will he think?”

“Well,” Logan chuckled. “Seeing as he’s been theorizing about what your wings look like for ages, I think that he’s be quite please if you let your wings out.”

“We’ll have to cut slits into your shirts and hoodies.” Patton muttered. “But, that not too hard. And I’m assuming no one taught you how to fly either.”

Virgil’s mouth dropped and his eyes widen. “We can fly? Like, actually fly?” He gushed. Aside from gliding a little when he was younger, he had never tried to fly. Pride had never enjoyed watching Anxiety glide around and made his displeasure shown. His wings had been extra sore for months afterwards. He hadn’t tried to glide again.

“What, you thought these were just for decoration?” Roman teased. “Of course we can fly.”

“It will take sometime to build up the muscles necessary for your wings to carry you.” Logan sat back and adjusted his glasses. “But, with time you will be able to fly. I remember the drills that I ran when I was learning. With all three of us helping you, you’ll be flying in no time.”

Virgil leaned forwards in amazement. “You’ll help me?”

Patton’s eyes shone with tears. “Of course we’ll help you kiddo! That’s what family is for.”

Roman grinned. “We can use my room for practice! There’s lots of room in there to move around. We’ll have to focus on gliding around first and then,”

Logan cut him off. “However, one thing I must insist on is grooming. It is essential for us to keep our wings well cared for. While you have done a good job in self grooming, I’m sure that it’ll be easier if you join in on our,” Logan grimaced. “Grooming circle.”

“If you’re not comfortable with that, that’s okay.” Patton assured. “We could do it one on one if that’s better.”

Virgil swallowed back a sob and nodded. “That sounds okay. The grooming circle thing, I mean. But, I’ve never groomed anyone else before. What if I do it wrong?”

“We’ll teach you.” Roman said. He tugged him towards him and pulled him into a hug. The others joined in immediately. Virgil’s wings brush against Logan’s lightly. “We’ll teach you.”

Virgil shuddered at their touch and then leaned into the hug. His wings flapped eagerly and he could feel Patton’s joining in. “Yeah, okay.” He buried his face in Roman’s shoulder. “That sounds good. Thanks guys”

Vigilance

This fic is set before the series “Sanders Sides” takes place!

Warnings: Deceit

Summary: Anxiety just wanted a name.

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Anxiety was tense as he tiptoed through the Dark Sides’ house. If anyone saw him and found out what he was doing he would be in so much trouble. Deceit would be disappointed with him and Anxiety didn’t want to have to look into his eyes and swallow that bitter pill.

But, he really needed to do this.

He looked around the Commons’. Finding no one there, he raced across the room to the door leading to the dusty, old library. Carefully he opened the door. As the hinges creaked, Anxiety winced and looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming to investigate the noise. He was alone.

He closed the door behind him as he entered the library. It wasn’t very big. Nothing like the libraries Thomas got to go to. Those were huge. Even bigger than the Dark Sides’ Commons. In the Dark Side’s part of the mindscape, the library was about the size of a broom closet. There were a few stacks of books lining the walls. The books were mainly memories of Thomas’ or facts that he had learnt at one point or another. Anxiety asked why there were so few books once and Deceit had sighed sadly.

“Well, my young shadow,” he said. “these were all the books that we were able to save from the Light Sides. Logic hoards them you see. Refuses to let us Dark Sides even look at them. So, the ones we do have we keep in that room. It’s one of the last places Logic would look, a simple room!”

Anxiety wasn’t allowed in here. The others were afraid that he would mess something up or ruin the books. Anxiety tried to tell them that he would take good care of them but no one seemed to believe him. They said that he had no reason to read books, let alone those special books that held some of Thomas’ memories. But he was interested.

And one book interested Anxiety more than all the others.

He slid to the floor and nestled into a corner. He grabbed the biggest book there and placed it on his lap. A bookmark stuck out near the middle. Anxiety opened it to that page. He found the place he’d left off.

The book he was reading was a list of all the names Thomas had heard in the fifteen years he had been alive. Next to some of the names were a little blurb on what Thomas knew about the name. The book seemed to expand every time Anxiety opened it up, which just annoyed the hell out of him.

How would Anxiety ever be able to pick a name if he had to keep going back to reread the entire damn thing?

“Tabatha… no.” He wrinkled his nose in distaste. He kept his commentary down to a whisper. Anxiety couldn’t risk anyone hearing him. “Talia? No. Talon, nope.”

It took Anxiety close to an hour to get through the T section, though that had more to do with Anxiety pausing every few seconds to listen to every sound he picked up on. Not one name he had read felt right.

Anxiety glared at the book and closed it. He had been going through this book for years now and still haven’t been able to find a name that felt, right.

He had gone to Deceit once to ask for help with finding a name and Deceit had only laughed.

“And, why do you think you need a name, little shadow?” He had asked. “You’re Anxiety. Names are for things of importance. I’m sorry, Anxiety, but you are hardly important.”

Anxiety felt awful going against Deceit and picking a name. Deceit was right, Anxiety wasn’t important. But, maybe if he had a name, he could be important. He wouldn’t tell anyone, he didn’t want Deceit to know and be disappointed in him. But, Anxiety would know.

He just wished he could find it.

Tears burned in Anxiety’s eyes and he stood up and put the book back on its stack, shame and anger swirling in him. He just wanted to find a name, was that too much to ask!?

He turned on his heel but his bottom of his hoodie caught on the cover of the book of names and sent it falling to the ground. It landed with a crash and sent dust rising up. Anxiety froze.

Thoughts raced through his head. ‘What if someone heard, someone had to have heard. They’re gonna find out. I screwed up, fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to know!’ His breathing quickened. He desperately tried to block these feelings from Thomas. He was sleeping, Anxiety couldn’t bother him now!

He listened intently for anyone coming. Slowly, each second passed. Continued silence indicated his safety. He was able to resume his preparations to leave.

He knelt to pick up the book. It was opened to one of the last pages. The spine was cracked and Anxiety couldn’t see the bookmark he had placed in it. He hoped no one did an inspection of the books. No one ever had but, you never knew.

He picked up the book and blew off some dust off on the page. Curiously, he looked down. The V section? Never before had Anxiety been this far into the book. There were only a few names listed.

Valentin, Valerie, Victor, Virgil, Vivian-

Anxiety stopped.

Virgil?

He ran his finger across the name. The ink was black and shiny, obviously a new addition. Thomas had probably only heard the name in the past few months. There was a small blurb next to it.

Means Vigilance. There was a famous poet named Virgil.

Anxiety bit his lip. Virgil was a really dorky name. Nerdy and weird. Deceit and the other’s names weren’t like that. Theirs were cool names! Nothing like Virgil. Virgil was a stupid name.

Anxiety read the blurb again. Means Vigilance.

The blurb might not be true. Thomas may have gotten the wrong information. Maybe Virgil didn’t actually mean vigilance, maybe Thomas just believed it meant vigilance.

But, maybe the blurb was right and it did mean vigilance. And, didn’t Anxiety stand vigil over Thomas? His job was to keep him safe. To make sure nothing happened to him. That meant Anxiety had to be vigilant.

“Virgil.” Anxiety whispered. He coughed and looked over his shoulder. The door was still closed and the room outside was quiet. He spoke a little louder “Hello. My name is Virgil.” A warm feeling spread inside of him. He liked this name.

But, what if someone found out and made fun of him for it? Virgil was a really nerdy name. But who could be nerdy when their name meant vigilance? And vigilance was something important. You couldn’t be unimportant when you were protecting someone and trying to get them away from danger.

A smile graced Anxiety’s lips and stretched into a grin. Virgil. Virgil, Virgil, Virgil. Anxiety’s name was Virgil.

Virgil closed the book and laid it back on the stack. Making sure he wasn’t going to have a repeat of books on the floor he backed away to the door.  He opened it a crack and looked out.

Silence continued. Carefully, he stepped outside. Closing the door to the library, he turned and quickly made his escape.

Virgil wasn’t going to tell anyone his name. He would wait until he was important, like something with a name should be! No matter how long that took. But, damn, having a name felt good.

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A Promise Forgotten

Summary: Remus overhears a conversation between Janus and Thomas and realizes that a promise has been forgotten.

Author’s Notes: This is a commission Fic! I wrote this for @sar-kasstic and I really hope that you like this! I had so much fun writing this! This fic has 2238 words in it!

Warnings: Hurt with no comfort, angst, and swearing

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Things had gotten very boring since the last episode. 

Like, not that things were ever really boring per se. Remus still had plenty of fun hanging around the Mindscape and terrorizing Roman in the Imagination. Or, as Remus saw it, just having loving brotherly bonding time. How was it Remus’ fault if Roman didn’t see Extreme RemusCake - PattonCake but with salmon instead of tuna and two jugs of lighter fluid - with the same wonder and amazement as Remus did. How that really Remus’ fault?

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I have no excuse, @rondoel was talking about King and Janus over at @kingcreativityau  and I kept thinking about punishments and the cold-blooded snek boy being left in an icy cave for the sole purpose of keeping him in a state of brumation and just general sluggish uselessness. Basically just an excuse to make an intimate pose coupled with tears turning to icicles. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyways enjoy the angst and giftart Rondo!

What about Virge in a poofy skirt too..?

Wanna hold him? He may be a bit feral

Just some sides at the beach

As a Logan kinnie with a fat body and knows this man has canonically consumed a whole jar of Crofters, I think Logan deserves chonk rights

Logan, Roman and Patton move into this huge old mansion that seems to have almost everything on the inside possible coloured purple and soon learn that a guy who lived there like 25 years ago died when he was around 20 and turns out that he's now a ghost that haunts the large house who is only mildly annoyed at their presense (knocking stuff like glasses and vases over so they smash, suddenly turning on music turned up to max volume so they startle, etc), but also like kinda helps them afterwards out of guilt and the fact he thinks they're cool (writes things that have been missed off the shopping list on the bathroom mirror while one of them is having a shower, cleaning their rooms while they're out, etc)

Just- ghost boy Virgil who has no choice but to tolerate the existence of these three dumbos in his house while slowly growing attached to them

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He remembers the first time he kissed Janus. He remembers the way they were curled up against each other, the lights dimmed and the television on low volume, neither of them paying attention to the images on the screen. It was messy and terrible, as far as kisses go, and Patton loved every moment of it, and when they pulled away from each other, they were both breathless, smiling, and he knew then that what he felt, Janus felt too.

He remembers, too, the moment he heard about Virgil.

It’s not every day that your husband’s long-lost kid breaks into your house. It’s not every day that you find out your husband of four years is an alien.

Patton’s just trying to roll with the punches.

Content Warnings: threats of violence, mild body horror, brief, non-graphic panic attack

Word Count: 7,168

Pairings: Moceit, parental Anxceit

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Patton’s day begins with a teenager holding a knife to his throat.

Technically, the day has already begun; it is mid-morning, the sun inching steadily toward noon. But Patton has barely been awake an hour, has been sitting at the kitchen table with his mug of coffee, staring at all the final exams he has yet to grade as he waits for his brain to start functioning. He likes Saturday mornings; he would go so far as to say that they’re usually his favorite part of the week, because usually, Saturday mornings mean sleeping in, wrapped in his husband’s arms, and later, a big brunch and a lazy day. But today, an emergency called Janus into the office, and he has a backlog of grading to finish this weekend, so here he is. Squinting, bleary-eyed, and with a sad lack of a husband to keep him company.

That is when the teenager appears.

Appears, because there is no better word for what happens. There is no break-in, no slamming of doors or shattering of windows. One minute, he is alone, and the next, there is another person in the kitchen, a young person who can’t be any older than seventeen or eighteen, and Patton barely has time to process that before they lunge for him, knocking him from his chair and to the floor, pinning him against the cool tile.

It takes a second to process the bite of cold, sharp metal against his throat, but as soon as he does, Patton wakes up very, very quickly.

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look me up and define me (please remind me) (part 2/2)

He is whatever puts Thomas first. But that changes so often that he doesn’t know what he is beyond that.

He is Janus when he is alone, but only when he is not someone else.

Janus has never minded the fact that his identity is fluid, ever-changing. He acts as whoever Thomas needs him to be in the moment, and if that means he doesn’t know much about himself as an individual, well. It’s never been a problem for him.

Until he gives away his name, and then it very much is.

Chapter Warnings: identity issues, body dysphoria, body horror, panic attack, self-harm (hair pulling), mild injury

Chapter Word Count: 5,947

Pairings: platonic TDLAMPR, implied Moceit

Notes: This is the second part of a two-part fic, so I’d start with part one if you haven’t read it. Also, this fic as a whole was inspired by the awesome ‘The Record Player Song’ animatic by @turbovickii, which, 10/10 would recommend if you haven’t seen it

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“Do you ever think about the past?” Patton asks him. It’s a gloomy day, rain beating against the mindscape’s windows to mimic the downpour keeping Thomas trapped inside his apartment. On days like these, he has learned, Patton tends toward melancholy reflection, toward sipping wine in the living room rather than attempting to cook or bake.

He has found himself glad of it, most of the time. Even on a good day, Patton is often too distractible to bake without supervision, and on these days, his eyes glaze and his movements slow as he reminisces on days long gone. Frankly, he should not be trusted anywhere near the kitchen, and they both know it.

“Not really,” he lies. “Not unless it suits. Do you?”

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