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beauty-and-passion · 9 months

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FSS3: an update

Hey,

Two days ago, I finished the first draft for FSS3, a fanwriting of Sanders Season 3 (season 2 finale included) that I am doing thanks to the sweet contributions/ideas/prompts given by the people of this fandom.

When two days ago I was writing the final episode that would end Sanders Sides, I realized that

it was boring

I was not satisfied by it

it was not what I planned

not all concepts seemed to be developed well

There was one possible solution only: to check everything again.

Some of you might think this is useless, because I already planned everything in advance, right? Well, when you write, stuff tends to be added or to change. Also, when you plan in advance, everything seems very smooth. But once you have the final result of your planning, things might be different. Still, it’s better to have it, because it makes it easier to go back from the start and check if everything really is as smooth as planned.

And so, here’s how I checked it.

Those are all the main concepts/plots I developed in each episode. I needed this to check

if all plots were developed during the season

if there weren’t too many temporal gaps

If they have been all wrapped up

But since this wasn’t enough, I also put the main ones into another graph

This gave me a better vision of how the themes have been developed and also how Character!Thomas should be developed.

And if you see these post-its, they all have a title. The title of a song of Character!Thomas’ playlists. After all, his playlist follows his character arc, so why not using it as a base to see if/how I followed his arc correctly?

And speaking of characters, I couldn’t leave behind the real main ones:

Here I wrote down what they did for each episode, then added the song titles. In this case, the songs don’t just help me see if I followed their arc, but act as a reminder of how I should write the Sides and focus on their personalities.

This also made me realize the dark boys never had a chance to talk about society, which is of course a huge oversight because they clearly love doing it every time they can.

And once I noticed this, I also realized what was sitting wrong with me: it was Roman’s character arc. Only by adding his songs, I realized that after the season 2 finale, I reverted his arc and made him full of doubts again. It could’ve worked if season 2 finale was one episode, but since we’re talking about 4 parts, Roman should start season 3 with a better understanding of himself.

Once I corrected this point, Thomas’ arc improved as well and I was ableto take away one prompt that was more of a nuisance, rather than something useful.

And so, I planned season 2 finale again. Now Roman goes through a real arc, Patton is not in the back anymore and I have a chance to show Janus’ character better: this guy is useful, but he should be used well, otherwise he will end up being just a way to make jokes.

Now you may ask: why are you telling us all of this? The reason is that I learned some stuff that I want to share - and that I hope it could be useful for people who wants to write/plan to write anything.

First of all, this second check after the first draft confirmed me the importance of planning/putting down a whole project in advance, before submitting it to the public. Just imagine if I started posting stuff, without writing the end: I would’ve reached the last episode and realized that the beginning didn’t work. Then what? Take everything down and start again? All while people already read the first bad stuff I gave them? I would’ve lost credibility and people would’ve wasted their time.

Also, some episodes I planned are very good and I love them, so I would’ve hated to reveal them mixed with the bad stuff.

It also made me question, once again, how can Mr. Sanders think that writing a couple episodes at the time will help him properly wrap up the series. Sanders Sides currently has so many threads and plot points to explore, it’s impossible to properly wrap them up by planning just a couple episodes at the time. Even by planning the entire series in advance as I did, I realized there were a couple things I forgot! How can he not entirely forget/dismiss huge themes and concepts, if he doesn’t write the whole thing at once?

Last but not least, this served me as a reminder of how fun writing is. Planning the season 2 finale again made me happy, I loved the better focus I gave on Roman and Janus. And I can’t wait to replan/rewrite Roman during season 3.

Speaking of that: as you can see from my graphs, I planned 24 episodes. And I like that number, but I also realized some episodes are very short and they can be put together into one. Also, Roman’s rewrite will probably lead to less episodes in the first part.

So... well, I might end up wrapping all of this in less episodes than planned. Which is better, in a way, because it follows the trend of the first two seasons being less than 20 episodes.

In any case, I will keep you all updated.

Bye for now and I hope you are all having a great summer <3

#sanders sides #blog update #fss3 #thomas sanders #this project helps a lot #I am learning good stuff #and having fun #I hope you will enjoy it too once it will be finished #no problem in giving you some spoilers now #I am going to change some things anyway #so it's okay #also good luck deciphering my writing and the language mix

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bandy-andy · 2 years

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POV; You are (not at all) happy to see your ex at bingo night.

@anonymous-dentist @anonymous-jey

#sorry but the single post there he is promptly ruined my life #so here is a gift for the rp folks on my dash #hope its okay that its not colored for i am tired #also also i was gonna tag this as anonymous-verse #but the tag is like full of sanders sides content so just lmk if yall get a tag later on and i will add it :)#bandydraws #BRO I TAGGEED THE WRONG PERSON AT FIRST SSRYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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princeanxious · 1 year

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oh no. you have given me FNAF brainrot. what have you DONE

why would you show me solar lunacy. now I'm emotionally invested in a robot

how dare u >:0

Welcome to the party! theres snacks and blankets in that corner and pillows to scream your simping into in the other corner, and I'm gonna be busy doodling the tall robot gremlin boys for the next while I seems.

...there are worse fates, I assure you. xD

#look ive held out this long on sanders sides without an update okay. im tired. im following the seretonin.#ive been patient but at the cost of a years worth of ruminating boredom #im not leaving sanders sides but this is my main blog techjically so whatever i reblog goes here #hope yall dont mind the shift💜#luka answers #but nofr ive read solar lunacy at least twice now and im WEAK

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wings-of-angels · 1 year

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Oh no watching Thomas' Channel and Life Update vid is rlly sucking me back into sanders sides 😭😭

#nothing else has ever given me the comfort that sanders sides has #BUT ALSO IM HAPPY WITH BATMAN THERES SO MUCH CONTENT TO CONSUME PLSLSSSSSS #also i wont have time to rewatch sanders sides for several more months cos of school coursework deadlines and a level exams </3 #but.. i have been considering rewatching tss lately #max's rambles #ALSO i hope hes doing okay i have a skin condition thing going on and i get feeling embarassed and ashamed of it #its cool he can talk a bit more opely about it on his channel #that reminds me i rlly need to arrange a doctors appointment for mine 😩😩

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casey-complains · 2 months

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i feel as if thomas has dug himself into the deepest hole imaginable when it comes to sanders sides. unfortunately, i dont think ill be fully satisfied with whatever he manages to put out for the finale. as the days drag on, people's standards go up - people expect something high quality when we've waited four fucking years.

i genuinely sympathise with thomas in that regard. he admitted himself that he keeps adding to the finale, and theres no doubt in my mind that hes doing so as compensation for how long the finale is taking. but adding more means longer production time. he's shooting himself in the foot.

i hope he's okay, genuinely. despite all the shit i talk about him, i hope thomas is at least doing okay with a support system and close friends. i just wish he communicated more clearly in the first place, laid out the foundation for our expectations early on instead of insisting everything was okay whilst the building was very clearly collapsing

#kc.txt #ts critical #ts criticism #ts crit #eh? more somber than critical

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firstdivisiongirl · 10 months

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Hi i was wondering if you could do a law x timid fem reader that has a devil fruit that can rewind and stop time but when she uses it to much she gets burns on her hands thats last about a day but hurts a lot when not treated, i was thinking of a scenario were she gets the burns but doesn’t go to law because she sees that he’s treating other crew members and she doesn’t want to bother him but he notices and confronts her while she tries to hide it from him but he finds out and is upset that she didn’t come to him sooner, then shes tells him why and comforts her about it (could you also make it to where they are together already)

I know it a lot so please tell me if its too much thx 💕

Hi. Of course I can do it! I love Law so much. I mean come on, I’m Trafalgar D Nami after all lol! But anyways, I’m happy I got a Law request, it was super enjoyable to write. I hope you like it! Enjoy my friend!

Always Have Time for You

Everyone wishes they could turn back and fix things. Time was a valuable thing. You more than anyone knew that. But with changing time came with repercussions. You also knew that more than anyone. When you were young, you ate a devil fruit, the jikan jikan no mi (the time time fruit). It allows the user to rewind time and also stop it. The only bad things: you couldn’t swim and you got burns on your hands after using it. And did they hurt a lot. But the good thing, you had a doctor for a lover, Trafalgar Law. He took care of you, while you took care of him. You hated it though. You hated that he had to take care of you. But you didn’t have many people other than the crew to talk to because of your shyness.

While docked, a small fight broke out between the Heart Pirates and another group of Pirates, nothing deadly, but there were a good number of cuts, broken bones, and bruises on both sides. So when Law came back from picking up some medical supplies, he started taking care of everyone’s injuries back on the Polar Tang. You had frozen time at one point so Shachi wouldn’t get stabbed by one of the enemies. Law was taking care of him first obviously. You looked down at your hands. They were covered in burns, too painful to even touch. You didn’t want to bother him when everyone else was in worse shape, so when he came over and asked you if you were okay, you hid your hands in your long sleeves and told him you were okay.

A few days later, you arrived on a new island. You decided to try to muster up the courage and talk to the doctor on the island because the pain was so unbearable. “I’m going to go look at some new earrings, mine are getting a little worn out,” you told everyone, “I’ll see you guys later for dinner.” They all nodded. But Law didn’t buy it. You usually never left without someone to do most of the talking. He decided to follow you. You walked through the small town, passing jewelry booths, bars, etc. You finally saw the sign Dr. Sanders’. You went to walk in but got nervous. You didn’t feel comfortable. With Law and the crew, you knew they cared about you and looked out for you. But you didn’t know how this man would react. You turned around. When you did, you crashed into a muscular chest. “Care to explain Y/N?” a familiar voice said. You looked up into his steel eyes. It was Law. You looked down at your shoes. “Nothing,” you answered.

“No, it’s not. You can tell me. We’ve been together for years. Come on, let's get back to sub.”

He grabbed your hand, but you quickly pulled away. Just him touching your hands made a sharp pain shoot through your hand. He looked down at you, seeing the pain in your e/c eyes. The two of you then walked back to the Polar Tang in silence.

When you two arrived, you sat in the medical room. He rolled up your sleeves that had been hiding your hands for days. “I thought so,” he mumbled to himself. You kept staring at the floor, refusing to look at him. Eventually, tears started to flow from your eyes. He stooped down to your level looking at you with nothing but concern. “Hey, hey,” he said, “I’m not mad. I’m just concerned.” He started wiping your tears away with his tattooed thumbs. He pushed a few strands of hair behind your right ear. “Why didn’t you tell me about this? Why did you wait so long?”

You finally looked into his eyes, “because everyone else needed help and I didn’t want to be a bother.”

“You’re my girlfriend, you’re not a bother and I’m not mad. It’s okay. I’ll treat it whenever you need it because I love you. I always have time for you.” He hugged you as you cried into his crest.

“I love you too,” you cried into his chest.

You wished you could freeze time without the burns, so you could stay in this moment together for as long as possible.

Please do not copy, modify, translate, or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

#one piece #trafalgar d nami #trafalgar law #law x reader #so fluffy I’m going to die #I’m kind of obsessed with this bread hating tattooed boy

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virgil-my-emo-son · 12 days

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Accepted.

Dukeceit Week 2024 Day 1, Sunflowers!

Dukeceit Week 2024 is run by the amazing @imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper ! I am really hoping I can stay on track and do the rest of the days but I make no promises lol. Starting off strong with day one though!

This fic is just like pure angst! But it does have a happy or at least hopeful ending, so there's that.

I've never actually written Dukeceit so their dynamic is much more like their dynamic in Grim's The Mysterious Disappearance of Roman Grimm (One of if not my favorite Sanders Sides fics ever) than their canon dynamic but I hope you all enjoy anyway!

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55012822/chapters/139463146

The drive was long and winding and dark, the trees only visible in glimpses Remus caught from the Subaru’s high beams. The only sign of life on the West Virginia highway was the occasional headlights of a car going the other way, but those were few and far between. Remus wasn’t surprised, it was 5:37 AM.

They’d left around 4, once Remus’s breakdown had been dealt with.

“Where are we going, Jan?” Remus tried.

Janus didn’t make any indication he’d heard him, eyes looking straight through the windshield, hands holding the steering wheel steady at ten and two. His hands were, as usual, gloved, but Remus had a feeling if he’d been able to see his knuckles, they would’ve been white.

“Janus, you can’t keep ignoring me forever.” He sighed, letting his head fall against the headrest. “You’re the one who wanted to go on this crazy drive, anyway.”

“Remus… we’ll be there soon.” Janus’s voice was tight, almost strangled.

“Okay.”

“Give me twenty minutes.”

“Okay.” It came out as a whisper.

The dense forest soon gave way to thinner trees, then to flat farmland. Remus’s face went to his window to watch the soybeans and the slightly lightening sky.

Pretty soon, Remus heard the clicking of the turn signal, and Janus turned into one of the farms. Remus caught a glimpse of what looked like sunflowers before Janus slowly pulled into a worn wood barn and turned the key, cutting the engine. He tucked one leg beneath him and turned so he was facing Remus.

Janus smiled. “Tired?”

Remus knew his eyes were drooping. “Yeah.”

Just as quickly, the smile slipped from Janus’s face. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where we were going.”

“Where did we go?” Remus looked around. “We’re just in a random barn. Looks very splintery.” He grinned, trying to lighten the tension. “Might get some sort of wood-borne illness.”

Janus wrinkled his nose. “I’m not even sure those exist.”

“You never know.”

Janus moved on. “We’re not here for the barn. I’m… this is my grandfather’s farm.”

“I thought your grandpa was dead.”

“He is.” Janus said flatly. “It’s my farm now.”

“Your farm?”

“Yes, he left it to me.”

“You’ve never mentioned a farm before.”

“I didn’t want anyone to know about it.”

Remus considered for a moment. “So, this is where you’ve been going on weekends?”

Janus nodded. “My uncle looks after the place most of the time. He gets all the proceeds from the produce.” He shrugged. “I’m really just the name on the deed.”

“Mm.” Remus hummed. “Why are we here?”

“I wanted you to see the flowers at sunrise.”

“The sunflowers I just saw?”

Janus nodded again, holding out a hand to Remus. He looked at it for a moment, reached out, and squeezed it, as was their custom.

“Lets’ go.” Janus reached for his door.

Remus did the same, hopping out of the car and circling around to the other side. They walked out of the barn, Remus trailing a few feet behind Janus as he glanced around, unable to see much in the dark.

He kept following him as they walked to the sunflower field.

“Huh. I thought you closed at night.” Remus remarked to one of the yellow blooms they walked past.

“I did too, until I started helping out at the farm.” Janus led them to a small opening between a few flowers, carefully pushing one aside and ducking between them.

“How long have you been coming here?”

Janus shrugged. “A long time.”

Remus could tell when he didn’t want to talk, so he stayed quiet as they walked the narrow path between the sunflowers.

Janus abruptly stopped, and Remus almost bumped into him. “Jeez, Jan, give a guy some warning.”

“My apologies.” Janus looked over his shoulder briefly.

“Accepted.” Remus mumbled.

“Look.” Janus nodded towards the East, where the sun was beginning to crest over the horizon, painting the yellow petals in shades of red and orange.

“Wow.” Remus said softly, but he turned his face back to Janus. He felt like a sunflower himself, turning towards the brightest thing he could see.

As if he could feel his eyes, Janus turned to look at Remus, his eyes softening. “I just wanted you to see this. I made this path, a long time ago. I like watching sunrises, I always have. I figured it might calm you down.” He swallowed. “Remus… we don’t have to talk about earlier, not if you don’t want to.”

Remus closed his eyes. Did he want to talk about it?

“I don’t need you!” He snarled.

Don’t you see I need you?” Janus threw his hands up.

I don’t deserve you! Even a little bit! I don’t deserve to have you… I don’t deserve you! I don’t need you!”

He opened his eyes. “I do want to talk about it.”

Janus’s eyes flicked down to the soil, then up again to Remus. “We deserve each other, Remus. We’ve both done things we’re not proud of. You know that.”

Remus nodded.

Janus continued. “I… love you, Remus. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you, either… I just don’t want to… hurt you.”

“You only hurt me when you tell me you want to break up with me because you don’t want to hurt me.”

Remus suddenly couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Janus nodded. “Accepted.”

#remus sanders #janus sanders #dukeceit #dukeceitweek2024 #dukeceit week 2024 #dukeceit fic #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic

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glacierruler · 1 year

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Alright, I'm making a skirt or a dress based off of Virgil's aesthetic. When it's done, I'll post a photo of me in it, with my face blurred out.

#sanders sides #virgil #dress #skirt #i haven't decided which one it'll be yet #and i'm not the best at sewing #so i hope it turns out okay #i'm blurring out #or scratching out my face in the picture #because that's how i feel most comfortable and confident

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sasiaucompetition · 21 days

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Prelim Round Poll

71. cat virgil - @/its-the-cat-queen (tumblr)

vs.

40. Pick A Side (i love you and everything is beautiful) - @/arealsword (ao3)

Propaganda:

Pick A Side (i love you and everything is beautiful)

Image ID: A screenshot that reads: okay so, i'm sure and i hope this author's amazing long fics are gonna be recommended to hell and back (hey, they wrote a fic about thomas going to hell, too!). but. BUT. I need to highlight the one shot collection. And one specific part of it in particular. Pick a Side has some amazing one shots, but there's an underrated three-parter in there that grabs you by the chin, looks deep into your eyes, and anakin-memes you while there's blood pouring from its mouth. you go "this is just a normal coffee shop au, right?" and the story winks at you with three eyes and goes "yeah. don't worry about." "don't worry about what?" you ask, while thomas spends the entire first chapter freaking out and the entire second chapter gaslighting himself into being a functional pawn of customer service while the universe unravels around him and he refuses to acknowledge it. it's also a queer coffee shop they all work at, and roman's and virgil's dynamic is particularly wholesome in this one. there's a super funny bit where they try to fix a coffee machine in which a nokia got stuck and virgil suggests finding out if it's actually indestructible. there's like, fifteen other items also jamming that machine. don't worry about it. okay, i'm just rambling, so in short: the prose is absolutely fucking excellent. it's a funny and creative take on a coffee shop au with underlying and not really subtle existential horror thrown in the mix, because the fluffiest coffee shop au in the world won't keep thomas sanders from having a mental health crisis in the middle of his living room. it's an amazing fic and i love it and everyone should read it.

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#sanders sides au competition #sanders sides #thomas sanders sides #sasi #tss #sasi au competition #sasi aus #sanders sides aus #sasi au competition polls

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beauty-and-passion · 5 months

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sooooo, latest video

Well... it seems like there is a video XD

Jokes aside, thanks anon for letting me know Mr. Sanders posted a video that was Sanders Sides related. Kudos for that <3

Then... I have some thoughts about this video. Thoughts I will divide into pros and cons, to make everything easier to explain.

If you don’t like long posts or reading criticism of any kind, please save yourself (and myself) some time and ignore this post. I won’t get offended, I promise.

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PROS

A real Aside

It looks like Thomas finally learned the difference between Asides and main episodes. It took him three years, but he finally realized that the Asides should be simple, no plot-related stuff. Good to see he finally got it.

(Still don’t understand why ATHD is a main episode, tho. It’s not plot-related and it’s very clearly more low-effort than FWSA and DWIT. Maybe Thomas didn’t want to leave it all by itself?)

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Some hopes for the characters

I was very relieved to see that the characters’ personalities are not completely butchered. There are a few things I will talk about in the cons section, but the overall vibe has stayed more or less the same. I’m especially relieved Virgil isn’t the fratboy he was in Thomas’ latest Instagram post, in which he talked all fratboy-esque and I almost expected him to bully me and steal my lunch.

The most in characters are Janus and Remus, which is nice to see too. Remus in particular, is still a chaotic rat man and I love him so much.

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Remus is my chaotic child

I personally think the best part of the whole video is Remus saying the others told him he could kill Bing Bong. I laughed so hard, I had to stop the video. That wonderful, chaotic rat man deserves to kill everything, as a treat <3

But actually, everything Remus says is great and that proves he’s the best, in this essay I will-

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CONS

A weird start

Let me recap my experience while watching the video for the first time.

So, the video starts and I’m welcomed by this guy with an orange shirt and blue hat, all happy and excited. For a split second, I think he’s Patton… but then, a Patton-esque guy with a sweater appears.

Okay, now I’m confused because I have no idea what’s happening here and don’t know who these guys are - I mean, if sweater guy is Patton, who is the orange guy? The orange side was introduced and I missed it? What’s happening here? Who are they? Are those the Inside Out characters as seen by Thomas? Will these guys meet their Sanders Sides “counterparts”?

But then another guy appears and he looks like Janus, so now I’m really lost because, seriously, who are these people? They call each other by name so they should be the Sides, but they also call the orange guy “Joy”, so who is this guy? Who are they? Are they the Inside Out characters cosplaying the Sides? Or vice-versa? What’s happening here?

I got my answer, only when Virgil appeared and clarified this was all a weird roleplay.

I have several questions:

Was it really necessary?

Why?

No, seriously, why? The Sides are the first to admit they aren’t an exact match to the Inside Out characters, so why doing this? Why flatten their multifaceted roles and personalities to do this? Because Mr. Sanders isn’t able to handle them?

Okay, fine, I know why Mr. Sanders wanted to do this weird roleplay and it could’ve been fun to see the Sides acting as the Inside Out characters… if only the Sides’ personalities stayed the same. But since their personalities are not the same anymore, all the viewers feel are confusion and a weird sense of “something’s wrong here”, which they can’t exactly pinpoint.

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Wrong aesthetics and confused personalities

In order to explain this point, I will bring two examples: Janus and Roman.

First of all, Janus. I know, he’s our beloved sassy queen and we all love him… but his aesthetic in this episode was completely wrong.

Janus is a character who wears layers upon layers of clothing. That’s the first thing you get, the first thing that characterizes him. But in this episode, he wears nothing but a gilet and a scarf. He shows with bare arms, bare shoulders, a deep V-neck and doesn't wear his gloves: for his standard, he’s basically naked.

You can tell me: “It was to match Disgust’s dress”. But since Remus put his own color on the costume, why couldn’t Janus put his own twist too? He’s not doing a perfect cosplay after all. So why not wear a sheer shirt underneath the gilet, to mimic the “nakedness” without showing his skin? Or a greenish/yellow shirt to match both his and Disgust’s aesthetic? I know Mr. Sanders loves to show his skin, but since he created a character whose aesthetic is to not show skin, why “strip” him just to show some more skin? Did Mr. Sanders forgot this aspect of Janus’ character?

But if Janus had at least his face and personality to remind us who he is, Roman had nothing. Seriously, look me in the eye and tell me that, when you saw that guy in orange, you immediately thought: “Ah yes, here is Roman”. There was no way to recognize him, because he had nothing of Roman.

First of all, not a single drop of red anywhere. And I know, roleplay and whatever… but Mr. Sanders is a theater man. He knows the importance of colors. He created seven characters by associating a color to each of them. And yet, Roman appeared without a drop of red, while Remus had no problem turning Fear’s sweater into green.

That doesn't mean Roman had to turn full red, but he could wear a red accessory at least: a bracelet, a necklace, a pin on his hat, whatever. Logan’s tie was blue after all. Or wasn’t Roman allowed to put a twist on his cosplay? This weird roleplay session gives me more questions than answers :/

Second (and most important), Roman’s personality was nowhere to be found. This guy is a more obnoxious, forced version of Roman. When he talked, I didn’t see a person talking: I saw Mr. Sanders reading a script. Or better, screaming a script. Seriously, why was he so loud? Why was he screaming this much, during the roleplay session? I almost got a headache and I don’t get headaches so easily. Seriously, if I needed to hear him louder, I could’ve turned up the volume of my computer, no need to scream this much.

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The makeup and the importance of details

The dark sides’ makeup has been butchered.

Remus’ eyeshadow used to be of a deep dark black/blue/purple. So why is it so light? Because of the roleplay? But it’s still light after the roleplay. What happened, did Thomas finish the eyeshadow? It’s not too expensive, can’t he buy some more?

Same goes for Virgil: his eyeshadow is basically non-existent. And that’s even weirder, considering that in the Christmas episode, he said he wanted darker makeup to match the darkness of his soul. Does that mean his soul isn’t dark anymore?

And then, Janus. My poor, beloved Janus. His makeup used to be impressive, with scales of a deep green/yellow/brown hue: now they look more like a weird, yellow-y rash, with a thin black line crossing them (probably made with an eye pencil?).

I know Thomas doesn’t have the same makeup artist, but experts exist. And if the one he has isn’t doing their job well, then I’m sorry, but he should hire another one. That’s not being mean, that’s being real.

And before any of you says: “That’s just a detail, you’re being nitpicky”... sure, you can see it like that. But let’s say someone gives you a cake and when you see it, there are missing decorations, the fondant doesn’t fully cover the cake and the phrase “Happy birthday” is wonky. And when you eat it, it has a weird aftertaste too. Sure, it was a gift, but would you think “That was the best ever!” or would you think “Thanks, but you could’ve spent a little more time making it better”?

Heck, you can apply the same concept with this post too! If I posted something with incorrect grammar and misspelled words, would you be happy? Or would you think “man, you could’ve spent a couple more minutes to correct it”?

Skipping details doesn’t make me think you care about your work: it makes me think that either you’re lazy or don’t really care. And if you’re okay with something with missing details, good for you. But from someone with a certain degree of expertise/professionalism like Mr. Sanders, I expect something professional too.

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Subtle vs thrown in your face

I enjoy the “Janus being a wine mom” thing: it’s funny, it makes me smile, poor boy dealing with the little shits he has around, please give him wine.

But you know what’s really funny about this? That it’s subtle. It happens once in a while. It’s not thrown in the face. And it’s not thrown in the face like that, with Sides luring Janus with wine, almost as if he’s an alcoholic and you can use wine to make him do anything.

Also because the whole “Janus loves wine” thing doesn’t work too well with the functions he embodies. I mean, this guy is responsible for lies. Do you really think lies and alcohol work well together? You need to be extremely lucid and focused to be a good liar. And I don’t think I have to explain to you why alcohol and self-preservation don’t work well together either.

So seeing him with a glass once in a while is funny, but seeing him being all like “you promised me wine” as if wine is his drug… that’s not funny.

Speaking of things that are funny when not thrown in the face, let’s talk about “falsehood” too.

Just like the wine, falsehood was funny when it came once in a while. It wasn’t a switch you could press and bam, Logan says “Falsehood!”. It was a momentarily outburst because Logan’s main reaction isn’t to yell: Logan’s main reaction is to explain things by using cold logic. Because that’s who he is: logic.

So, when I see him dropping a “falsehood” like this, I don’t enjoy it. I feel it old and stale. And it saddens me too, because it looks like Thomas is using the easiest bait to get his fans’ attention. A bit like a bunch of dangling keys: see? Your favorite character says his catchphrase! Now laugh!

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Apollo gave me the gift of prophecy (or maybe it was just too obvious this would happen)

Right after Roman stops screaming, Virgil starts screaming. And he does it in the most out-of-character way, for the most out-of-character reason.

Since the Q&A episode from season one, Virgil was the first one to tell Thomas that Anxiety looks different for anyone and that he specifically chose the dark persona to keep “everyone’s guard up”.

So why is he complaining so much about a movie representation of Anxiety now? And why should everyone remind him that hey, Anxiety looks different for everyone? He should already know that. He was the first to tell that.

Do you know what this is? No, not a pathetic excuse to talk about a trending topic (i.e. Inside Out). It’s proof I was fucking right and of course I was, because I experienced it too.

What did I say in my old post about the problem with this series? That SaSi doesn’t have an outline. And what happens when you don’t have an outline and, instead of focusing on that project/writing an outline, you do 20 other different things instead? That more time will pass. And the more time will pass, the more you will forget things you already talked about.

Like, you know, a topic from season 1 that was clarified, over and done by the same character who now forgot it.

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The golden goose will never die

Call me a conspiracy theorist or just an old hag with a heart of stone. But I really would like to know the real reason why, deep down, Thomas made this video.

I doubt it was because he missed the Sides and wanted to do something with them. He doesn’t miss them the slightest, it’s quite clear. He doesn’t even care enough to remember what their personalities are supposed to be, how can he "miss" them?

But oh look, there was new merch to advertise. And Inside Out is a trending topic and the fandom knows about the association between SaSi and the movie. So if Mr. Sanders makes the right video at the right time, he can get a lot of views with minimal effort.

But he should advertise a shirt with all Sides in, so he can’t just make a video about Virgil reacting to a trailer: he needs all of the Sides to be there. So, let’s rush a video with the first idea that popped into his mind: that Virgil doesn’t like the Inside Out take on Anxiety.

Maybe that’s not what truly happened in his mind and behind the scenes. Maybe Mr. Sanders really just wanted to make a video with the Sides and I’m a cynical, heartless person. Personally, I would be way happier to know I was wrong and there weren’t ulterior motives behind this video.

But without any actual proof, I won’t believe this video was made just for passion. Passion doesn’t make you skip details. Passion doesn’t make you put on a sloppy video, without taking two more minutes to check if your characters are IC or the topic you want to talk about makes sense.

Believe me, I’m very sad to say this. I don’t want to think all of this. I always try to be optimistic and think good of people. But if this is what I get, how can I believe this video was made with good intentions and no ulterior motives? Especially since it’s coming from a guy who can be accurate, detail-oriented, and very subtle while acting? He did all of this in the past: now it looks like he forgot everything.

If you want to still watch this Aside, do it. If you enjoy it, even better. For me, that was just a tiny waste of time and it left me nothing except a momentary smile. At the end of the day, I don’t even care enough to watch it twice. And for me, that's a failure, coming from a series I used to watch on repeat.

#sanders sides #ask #ts criticism #I guess #thomas sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders #at this point I'm just sad

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King and the Kids

A short story about the Sanders Sides Feedback is encouraged and welcome. Hope you Enjoy

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A baby cried in the other room. Kingsley looked into the basket. Not seeing anything else.

“Now where’d you come from, small one?” He picked up the child. A piece of paper fell out from the blanket. “What’s this?” He picked it up. “Morality.”

The baby laughed and grabbed Kingsley’s hand.

“We are going to have so much fun.”

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“Patton, you rascal.” Kingsley huffed playfully, while chasing the toddler.

“Peek-a-boo.” Patton laughed while running from the other. “Boo” He ran into the other room.

“You need to hold still. You can’t run around the house, you might fall and get hurt.”

Patton just laughed and ran off again.

Twenty minutes later Patton finally had a sippy cup of juice laying down next to the tired adult.

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“Look what I did King!” Patton shouted running into the kitchen. He handed the older one a piece of paper.

“That’s so pretty.” Kingsley took the paper and put it on the fridge next to several others.

“This one is a dog park with all kinds of dogs and puppies.” Patton beamed proud of himself.

“That’s amazing. Would you like to help finish dinner?” He asked the six year old.

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Kingsley woke up to the eight year old next to his bed. “Nightmare Patton?” He asked the child.

“No,” Patton had a bundle of blankets in his arms. “It’s a baby.”

“A what?” He sat up and carefully grabbed the bundle from his son's arms.

“This was with it.” Patton pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. “Where did he come from?”

“I’m not entirely sure. You remember the story when I found you?” Kingsley asked. Patton nodded. “It’s the same thing.” He unfolded the paper. “Logic.”

Looking at the sleeping child he smiled. “Go back to sleep, Patton. I’ll help the baby. You can help tomorrow.”

“Okay King.” Patton walked out of the adult’s room.

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“Logan!” Patton whined. “Give me back my glasses.”

“No!”

“Done with schoolwork?” Kingsley asked Patton, walking in to see what the commotion was.

“No. Logan keeps grabbing my glasses and books.” The ten year old grabbed his glasses back, making the other cry.

“Why don’t we give him his own then?” Kingsley went back into his room, only to come out a moment later with a children’s book and a smaller pair of glasses identical to Patton’s.

“We have the same glasses!” Patton exclaimed.

“bwooks!” The two year old reached his hands out.

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“Logan. What are you working on?”

“Puzzles.” The six year old stated.

“Can I join you? That sounds fun!” King sat next to the child.

“Yeah, I’m almost done with it anyway.”

The two sat for the next thirty minutes focused on the task until a shout was heard from the kitchen.

“Cookies are done!” Patton dusted the flour off his shirt. He went to find the others.

“Oh, a puzzle. Can I join?” Patton walked into Logan’s room. “This looks fun.”

“No, Patton wait-” A box with puzzle pieces tipped over. Logan stared at the mess, tears coming to his eyes.

“I’m sorry Logan.” All three of them started picking up the pieces.

“Accidents happen.” Kingsley told them.

“I do want to taste some of your cookies Patton.”

The 14 year old jumped up, careful not to spill anything again. “I made some just for you King. And some just for Logan.”

“Logan, come join us?” The adult asked.

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Logan was eight and Patton sixteen when another child got added to their small family.

Crying could be heard throughout the house.

“Another baby!” Patton ran around trying to figure out where it was coming from. Logan found him first.

“Self-preservation.” Logan carefully held the bundle in his arms. “That’s what the paper said.”

Kingsley sat in the rocking chair after taking him from Logan. Patton was by his side cooing at the small one. They both tried to stop the crying.

“I’m not as young as I used to be.” He turned to Patton. “You children are growing up fast and now we have another baby to take care of.”

“I’ll help you.” Patton whispered. They both watched as the baby’s eyes began to close and his crying slowed.

“I know, you and Logan both will. You both are very different, but everyone has their own talents.”

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“Janus! You come back here!” Patton chased the toddler. Logan and Kingsley watched from the couch.

“No!” The child shouted. The adult laughed.

“What’s funny?” Logan asked him.

“I did this same thing with Patton.” He said fondly. “And now he’s the eighteen year old chasing the two year old around. And you're ten?”

“Yup!” Logan beamed.

King smiled. “When did you get so old?”

Almost an hour later with both Patton, Logan and King chasing the toddler they finally got him to sit down. They made dinner while he drank juice from his sippy cup.

“Will you boys make sure Janus gets in bed tonight? Especially you Patton. I'm going to bed early.”

“Of course.” They responded simultaneously.

“Thank you.”

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“Look what I caught!” Janus ran to Patton. The 22 year old shrieked.

“Snake?! Janus, those don’t belong in the house.” Patton told him.

Janus laughed. “Can I keep it?” He asked.

“You have to ask King.” Patton went back to what he was doing as the six year old ran off.

Logan was with Kingsley.

“Hey King?” Janus whispered as he slowly opened the bedroom door.

“He’s asleep,” The 14 year old whispered back. “What did you need?”

“Hey Janus.” King slowly opened his eyes. “How’s my little snake doing huh?”

“I finally caught one today.” Janus held up his hands for the adult to see.

“I’m proud of you. Set up a vivarium. I’m sure Logan would love to help you.” He smiled at his two youngest.

“Okay King. We’ll let you sleep more.” Logan took the younger’s hand and they left the room.

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“Is he going to get better?” Janus asked Patton. They were sitting on the couch while Logan was in his room.

“King is a champion. Of course he is. He’s just getting older.” Patton responded. “We can go see him if you’d like.”

“I’d rather not.” The 8 year old whispered. “Is that bad?”

“Of course not. This is a scary time for all of us.”

“Is that why Logan’s always in his room?”

“He has his own ways of expressing his concerns.” Patton hugged the younger.

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Four years have passed. Patton, Logan and Janus kept growing more and more worried as King’s condition seemed to worsen. The once close family was falling apart as their parental figure was getting worse with each passing year. And their house was slowly changing without any of them realizing it.

“I’m trying, King. I really am. I’m just not sure what I’m doing wrong.” Patton told him, despite the other being no longer able to respond. “Janus is almost a teenager now and I feel like we’re all drifting apart. Logan stays in his room all the time. I don’t know what to do without you.”

King was in an unconscious state. The 28 year old laid his head on the bed.

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“You lied to me!” Janus stormed off when Patton told him the sad news. Logan walked out of his room hearing the commotion.

“I was trying to protect you.” Patton answered back.

“Protect me from what!” Janus stormed off.

“I thought it was the right thing to do.” Patton mumbled.

“Can you keep the noise down? I’m trying to study.” Logan said, turning and quickly going back into his room.

“We all have our own ways of coping.” Patton mumbled to himself walking into the kitchen. He pulled the ingredients knowing the recipe by heart.

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Several weeks had passed. Patton and Logan were getting along, understanding that none of them could change what had happened. They were slowly spending more time together. Janus was drifting farther apart and everytime Patton tried to help he was met with resentment. Janus was angry and bitter towards Patton. ‘It’s his way of coping’ Patton would remind himself. 'He'll get over it'

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A cry woke Patton. ‘Another baby? It’s been a long time.’ He got up and walked into the room. Logan had a baby in his arms.

“Creativities.” He simply stated. “That’s what the paper said.”

“Oh,” Patton walked towards Logan and the baby. “What does that mean?”

“There were two babies. Janus took the other one. He almost took both.”

“Two babies? Why does Janus have one? What does he want?”

Janus had built his own place far away from Patton and Logan. The oldest realized Janus was better off being by himself and just let him be. They hardly spoke to the other.

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“Roman! Don’t go over there!” Patton stopped the 4 year old from entering into the forest

“Why?” Roman asked.

“It’s dark, you don’t know what could be over there.” Patton told him. Roman turned towards the grassy field giving one last look behind him before skipping away.

“Logan,” Patton turned toward the other. “What am I going to do?”

“About?” Logan briefly looked up from his book.

“Roman’s getting more and more curious. What if he learns about the others?” Patton whispered the last part. “I just don’t want what happened to Janus happening over again. I miss him.”

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“Remus!” Janus yelled across the house. “What do you have!”

“A knife!” The eight year old laughed while running away.

“No!” Janus ran after him. “What did I say about knives?”

Remus pouted, having finally been caught. “Only throwing, no running.”

“Only throwing in the designated throwing room. You’ll totally slice someone’s head off, and I’d rather it not be mine.”

“It’s boooring!” Remus whined. “Everything’s already chopped up and then some.”

“I know you need to expand your creative outlook. How about I create you a room specifically for beating things up, or go into the forest.”

“You’ll let me in the forest! There’s so many small animals.” Remus hopped up and down.

“You need to get rid of some of the energy anyway. Let’s go.”

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Two years later Janus got more concerned as Patton and Logan got more and more control over the imagination, no doubt with the help of Remus’ twin. Janus and Remus stayed back in their corner, Janus still bitter with Patton from all those years ago and Remus having been told the stories.

Roman started exploring more of the forest, much to the dismay and eventual approval of Patton. “As long as you stay around the edge and don’t go in the middle.”

Remus loved exploring the darkest part of the forest with all the creepiness, Janus keeping a watchful eye of both his child and the others. Always avoiding.

“Patton!” Roman rushed to the other. Patton was making cookies and brushed the flour from his hands. “I heard a villain in the forest.” Logan paused his reading from the couch to listen in. “He was laughing like the bad guys do in the movies!”

Logan and Patton shared a quick glance. “Are you sure it wasn’t your imagination kiddo? I know it tends to run a bit wild when you’re playing.” Roman thought for a moment.

“Maybe it was just an animal or something.” Roman said eventually. “Or a monster!” His eyes widened.

“Well, I’ll be the cookie monster if you don’t come eat my cookies.” Patton put the cookies on the table along with a cup of milk.

Later that night Patton woke up to what he thought was crying. After a minute of not hearing anything he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Janus smiled and looked at the small baby in his arms. ‘Anxiety’ the note read. Janus walked back to his place of living and sat down. “Goes good with self preservation don’t you think Remus?”

“A baby?” Remus sleepily stood next to Janus.

“We’ll raise him like I raised you.”

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #Roman Sanders #Logan Sanders #Remus Sanders #Janus Sanders #Virgil Sanders #King and the Kids #ssfanfic #king creativity

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icequeenoriginal · 5 months

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Fairest of Them All

Pairings; (Implied) Prinxiety

Warning: Crying, having bad thoughts, Remus, self-punishment, hurt/comfort, Roman angst, capslock, movie death mentioned (let me know if I missed anything)

Author’s Note: The saga of me making Roman every Disney princess continues! This one is a bit different because I am not actually putting the Sanders Sides characters in the Snow White story, you’ll see what I mean in a second. I hope you enjoy it. All feedback is appreciated.

Roman likes fairytales.

What’s not to like about them? They have princes, ballads, and the occasional dragon witch. The characters go on these amazing journeys where they can see beautiful places, wear beautiful outfits and meet beautiful people.

Best of all, they always had happy endings.

Roman loves happy endings. Happy endings mean that everyone is safe and happy. Where people fall in love.

Where the prince’s efforts paid off. Where his family shows they care about him. Where no one thought he was evil.

Roman wanted a happy ending.

The happy ending where he would be told he did the right thing. The happy ending where he saved the day. The happy ending where he was Thomas’ hero again.

But that did not seem likely.

Not after the wedding, not after the argument, not after the whole “Janus” fiasco.

Not after Janus confirming his worst fear.

As Roman paced around his room, he knew he had to face the facts. There was no way he was Thomas’ hero now.

Janus’ nod felt like a death sentence. The last thing he saw before his head would be chopped off while the crowd cheers for his death. Unwanted and rejected.

And now there was nothing he could do.

Well, not exactly.

There was a lot he could do. He could ignore everyone and pretend that everything is okay. Continue to be himself. Not likely, as proven earlier when he tried practicing fake smiling in the mirror but only led to him breaking down. So that idea was out.

He could yell at everyone, telling them what he really feels, especially to Janus. Terrible idea, as the events of today, have shown him.

Option three is to answer Patton’s request to talk. Even though Patton had stopped knocking, Roman knew he was still standing behind the door. Roman could see his shoes under the door. He knew Patton would listen to him, let him rant, and give him advice. He might even apologize. It seemed like the best option.

But he didn’t want to.

He didn’t want to listen to Patton now. He didn’t want to even get close to the door.

He wants to be angry. He wants to throw something. He wants to open the door just to slam it in Patton’s face. He wanted to be the villain they all thought he was.

The only thing he could compel himself to do was lay on the floor and cry. Cry until he could never cry again. He knew it wasn’t good for him...or maybe it was, he can’t remember Logan's lecture about cry at this moment.

He couldn’t really think about anything, his head was too loud but all he could hear was static.. He felt like that would go on forever before his thoughts were interrupted by the soft melody of ‘One Song’.

Roman looks over to see his Snow White music box. He silently watches Snow White and the Prince dance as the melody plays. He is not sure what activated the music but he appreciates it nonetheless.

As the song continues, Roman takes deep breathes, calming himself down. He manages to sit up all the way by the end. His breathing is finally back to normal and the tears seemed to stop.

What did Logan say about distraction? That sometimes it was the healthy thing to do? God, that movie session seemed so long. He is going to miss those, now that everything’s different.

Maybe watching Snow White would make him feel better. He could have a snack and cuddle with his stuffed animals while ignoring his feelings.

There was only one problem, he would have to leave his room. Everything, including Thomas’ Snow White DVD, was in the living room/kitchen. He already promised himself that he wasn’t going to leave his room so that idea was thrown out the window.

Before that thought could worsen his mood more, a bright light and the sound of a door being open caught his attention.

The Imagination.

Roman took a few moments to just stare at the bright white light. It practically begged him to come in and play.

“Huh, that might not be a bad idea.” Roman thought to himself. He could make his own Snow White and having to focus to keep the world together would be an even better distraction.

Roman pushes himself off the floor and he walks through. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath as the blank white world fills with the scenery of the classic Disney film.

He looks down to see he is wearing gray, faded ratty pants with different patches sewn into the pants leg. He turns to the window next to him to see he has an equally ratty shirt on.

Huh, guess he is being Snow White.

He didn’t intend to do that but there was no going back now. Not when he put so much effort into this already. Well, the imagination did anyway. It did that sometimes, give him what he wanted. Like it had a mind of its own. Like a friend he could always rely on.

He gives himself another once over before snapping a small navy blue bow clip in his hair. Details matter!

(It’s not technically accurate to the original, but he never really could stand to have a headband on for long.)

He checks over the castle, making sure every brick is as accurate to the movie as possible. He does the Evil Queen’s room last. He makes sure to get every spellbook and every vial.

Now it was time for the evil Queen.

But first, he had to take a moment to admire his work. Yeah, that’s the only reason.

So he stared for an agonizing long time, until his eyes started to gloss over.

Roman sighs and rubs his face, he couldn’t put it off anymore. His mind immediately wanted to make Janus the Evil Queen but a sharp pain of guilt in his stomach made him stop.

He knew that would be mean and vindictive. If someone walked in, they would tell him he was wrong, again. He is not sure he could handle that.

That meant Remus was out too. Better to be safe than sorry.

Any image of Patton flashed through his mind, but not Patton dressed in his normal attire. No, Patton dressed as the Evil Queen.

Roman is nearly knocked over by the thought. He covers his mouth to suppress the sob that seems to come out of nowhere.

“I thought I was done crying,” Roman thinks bitterly.

Evil. Evil! EVIL! That was a thought only an evil person would have. To make Patton the villain, kind, sweet Patton just because he was mad at him.

Maybe he was evil.

He deserved to be punished. That’s what all villains deserved.

He summons the Dragon-Witch to play the Evil Queen. This had to be the simplest choice. Why didn’t he think of this first?

Oh right, because he is a bad person.

The Dragon Witch snarls at him, “With your father gone, I know have to run this Kingdom alone. You will no longer sit around. You will cook, clean, carry your weight around here.”

Roman silently nods.

“You may be a prince but you are not my son.” Roman didn’t know why that stung so much.

The dragon witch shoves a mop into Roman’s arms which Roman accepted without question. He stays silent as he heads out into the hall and begins to mop.

He finds himself smiling. “This is perfect actually. Cleaning is good AND distracting. And, and it’s a punishment! This is perfect.”

Roman looks out the window and sees the wishing well. It was one of his favorite Disney songs.

But…

Roman shook his head, he felt as though he didn’t deserve it.

He would clean until he tires himself out and just ends the scene here.

That, he felt, was good.

Remus, like any of the sides, was a fan of Disney. He loved all the hidden adult jokes and his absolute favorite movie was Tarzan with all its violence and that ending…

You know with the bad guy hanging around! Haha!

Remus had himself a good chuckle before checking over the scene in front of him. He seems Roman scrubbing the balcony of Snow White’s Castle as the Dragon Witch watches him disapprovingly.

“Huh, This is...different,” Remus thought.

In the past, whenever Roman put himself into stories, especially Disney ones, he was the “brave and wonderful” prince, and Remus played the “vile and evil” villain. So to see Roman as the damsel was odd.

That was the only thing off. He didn’t care that Roman never asked him to play anymore.

It was out of character, he wasn’t actually concerned.

He was just going to mess with Roman, that’s why he moved closer. That was the only reason.

Turning himself into a dark black raven, Remus flies down and sits on the very wishing well that Roman was staring at, moments ago.

He sits on the end of the wishing well and spots the Dragon Witch watching Roman in the window, she has a disapproving scowl on her face. Roman continues to clean the courtyard stairs though there is something very very off.

Why wasn’t he singing?

Roman, Mister Disney extraordinaire and number one anti-remakes, was always faithful to the original, though he would make always make it gay.

“It doesn’t count,” Roman would always argue, “I’m gay, Thomas is gay, we’re all gay, we don’t kiss girls”

Remus had seen this movie, as had every one of Thomas’ side, about a million times. The birds were in position but Roman was not singing. In fact, Roman starts to clean away from the wishing well.

Well, that can’t be right.

Remus observes Roman for almost half an hour before deciding that Roman has no intention to continue the story.

“How boring!” Remus thinks, “What kind of story is ‘boy who cleans all day’? There’s no heart, no blood, no creativity! This will not do, no, no. Guess I have to make it fun.”

Remus flies swiftly by Roman, who barely even glances at him.

He just continues to clean, clean, and clean.

Just clean, clean, and clean...

Virgil drapes his left leg over the armrest closest to the kitchen and his right leg rests on the top of it. His head was just under the other couch’s arm. His right arm lays lazily over his chest as he holds his phone close to his neck while his left hand dangled near his bag of chips on the ground.

Thomas was having a lazy day. It had been a few days since Lee and Mary Lee had visited and while an outsider might think things were all good now, Virgil knew better. Just because one good thing happened, doesn’t mean all the shitty other problems would magically go away. His job would be so much better if it did.

A blind man could see how tense everyone was. Thomas was going through a lot and they all felt the effects of it.

He honestly didn’t know what he specifically should be stressing about, there was that much stuff going on right now.

Luckily, he didn’t have to pick because it was simply picked for him. One moment he was staring at the ceiling and the next moment, Remus is floating over him, smirking evilly.

Virgil definitely DID NOT squeal as tumbled off the couch. That definitely DID NOT happen.

Remus bursts into laughter as Virgil huffed and stood up. “Ohohohoho, how that never gets old.”

Virgil rolls his eyes, “Yeah, great, hilarious. Are you done?”

“Not quite! I have so much more up my sleeve!” Remus announces as he pulls out a dead rat from his right sleeve.

Virgil only blinked at him, too used to seeing things like this. “Okay, now are you done? I have a whole lot of nothing to be doing right now.”

“Actually, in a minute, you will have a whole lot of something to do.”

Virgil audibly groans and pushes himself off of the couch, “Are you kidding me, Remus? What did you do now? This is possibly the worst time for you to do something to Thomas!” Virgil began to pace around the room sporadically. He opens and closes his fist as he does, trying to ground himself.

He was so focused on that, that he didn’t notice that Remus wasn’t reacting to him at all. In fact, he was so still that he almost faded into the background.

Once Virgil does realize, he stops and turns to Remus, “What? Why are you staring at me?”

“I’m waiting for you to shut up.”

Virgil was so shocked by what Remus said that he could not stop his jaw dropping in shock. Remus decided that this was a victory and to continue,

“Look, a little bird told me, before I ate it of course, that Roman is acting strange in the imagination.”

“Strange?”

“Strange and unusual! Unfortunately, it is not the good kind. He is not even doing his boring work for Thomas and I know that is all you guys care about.” Remus says as he smirks, clearly trying to taunt Virgil.

“Hey, that’s not true–”

“Oh? Then prove it. Go to him. See what’s wrong.” Virgil’s eyes widen as he hears the shift in Remus’ tone. There was none of his usual teasing, no chuckling, nothing.

He truly never thought he would ever see Remus be serious.

Virgil takes a deep breath, “I’ll go. Lead the way.”

“Wonderful!” Remus shouts as his only warning before grabbing Virgil’s arm and sinking out of the living room.

Popping into imagination, Virgil hesitated to open his eyes. Was the imagination in shambles? Or fire? Were there monsters everywhere?!

Virgil quickly snapped his eyes open and looked around. The first thing he noticed was how normal everything looked. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing and he could see unicorns running in the distance.

Virgil briefly wondered that maybe Remus was just trying to get him out of the living room so that he could have the couch for himself, but she dismissed that thought as soon as he had it. Remus would have just sat on top of him or thrown him off the couch.

He turns to leave the imagination when a dark raven with bright green eyes flies in front of him. They silently stare at each other before the raven flies to his left. It pauses and turns back to Virgil, waiting for him to follow.

Virgil rolls his eyes as he follows the bird. God, can this get any more dramatic?

Apparently, it can get more dramatic! In the form of a giant castle.

It wasn’t like the giant castle Roman normally has in the imagination. For one thing, this castle was much more white than it did red, and there was no gold to be found. Second, this castle was on a cliff. Roman hated cliffs, he shared Patton’s fear of heights (though he would never admit it). Finally, the style of the castle did not match the rest of the imagination. It looked more like a giant painting that was plopped into the middle of the imagination by accident.

The raven flew up and perches itself on the wall closest to Virgil.

Virgil stares up at it, “You don’t expect me to climb this wall, do you?” The raven said nothing, only tilting its head. It blinks at Virgil for a few moments before screeching loudly.

A bright green light circles around Virgil. He can feel his hoodie disappearing off of his body and being replaced by something a bit heavier.

The light is so bright and intense that he is forced to shut his eyes.

He has no idea how long he has had his eyes closed. He only opens them again when he feels a small weight on his right shoulder. He sees the raven perched there on his shiny new pauldron.

Wait, what?

Virgil examines his new outfit. He is wearing shiny black boots that blended perfectly with his dark purple pants. He is also wearing a matching dark purple tunic, the sleeves of which are tucked into thick black gloves.

The pauldron is attached to a brown leather strap that goes across his chest, under his left armpit, and across his back. To round out his outfit, a brown leather with a scabbard holding a rapier.

“Isn’t this a bit much?” Virgil asks the raven. Its only reply is to fly back up to the spot it was in on the wall before Virgil’s transformation.

“Yeah, this is Roman’s domain after all.” Virgil takes a deep breath, “Alright, let’s do this.” he says before grabbing the wall.

Almost immediately, his arms began to burn as he pulls himself only a few feet off the ground. He definitely needed to exercise more. To think he had planned to spend today lounging around and snacking...

How the hell am I going to climb this wall?

It took him 17 minutes to get up the wall, though it felt like hours.

His arms are burning, he is covered in sweat and he is beyond frustrated.

He is going to kill that bird.

He sits next to the raven on the top of the wall and takes long and loud deep breaths.

“You. Nearly. Killed. Me. With. That.” He growls between each gasp for breath.

The raven did nothing but stare at him.

Virgil hisses and swipes at the raven…which only leads to his falling forward and off the wall.

He manages to turn himself fast enough that he falls onto his side instead of on his head, though the strap does dig into his side painfully.

Virgil groans as he sits up, questioning all the decisions that have led him to this moment. He feels a presence approaching him.

He looks up, expecting the raven again. Instead, he is face-to-face with Roman.

Well, almost Roman. This Roman wasn’t wearing his usual outfit nor his usual boisterous simile. This Roman’s clothes were tattered, and he looked frightened.

“Roman?” Virgil asks as he stands up, swiping the dirt off of him.

Roman takes a step back from him as he exclaims, “Who are you and how do you know my name?!”

“What are you talking about? It’s me, Virgil. Why are you acting so weird? And what is this place? This isn’t your usual castle.”

Virgil takes another step towards Roman, his stomach dropping as Roman shrinks away from.

This isn’t right, this isn’t Roman. Remus was right, there is something seriously wrong. Oh god, if Roman is like this, what could be happening to Thomas?!

Before Virgil could spiral any further, Roman continues, “Look, I don’t know why you are and how you know me but you need to leave before my stepmother notices you’re here. She hates intruders.”

Virgil can hear a record scratch in his brain. Stepmother? When have any of them had a stepmother? Thomas doesn’t even have a stepmother.

Wait a minute.

Stepmother, castle, cleaning.

Virgil looks over Roman’s shoulder, seeing a very familiar long window.

“Ohhhh, are you doing some kind of scene? Is that what’s going on?” Virgil finds himself relaxing a bit. If it's a scene, then nothing is wrong. If it’s a scene, then Roman is okay.

“A…scene…?” Roman says before suddenly freezing up. His outfit flickers from the tattered servant clothes to his normal outfit as he grips his head in pain.

“Roman!” Virgil puts his hands on Roman’s shoulder, stopping the outfits from switching. Roman, back in his original outfit, lets go of his head.

“Virgil?” He asks softly.

“Hey, Ro. Mind telling me what is going on?”

Roman pauses and looks around, his expression is unreadable. He takes in the scene around him, and his eyes widen as he remembers.

“Oh…oh no…Virgil…I made a huge mistake…”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ve gotten lost in my head plenty of times before.” Virgil slightly chuckles “Thought, I will admit that this is much cooler than what my head gives me.”

Roman blushes slightly, looking down at the ground as he spoke, “T-Thanks…but that’s not what I was talking about…”

“How about you tell me when we get back?”

Roman’s head shot up “Back…?” “Yeah, we can split some ice cream and vent,” Virgil extends his hand to him with his signature smirk on his face. “Come on, let’s go.” Roman stares at Virgil’s hand for a few tense moments before slowly moving his hand towards Virgil’s. Just before their hands make contact, a boom voice causes the both of them to jump.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

The dragon witch, in all her Evil Queen glory, flew down and land right behind Roman. The instant that her feet touched the ground, Roman froze. His outfit immediately changed back to the ragged one he had on previously and he shrinks away from Virgil.

“Excuse me, but who are you?!” she snarls at him, “Get out of my castle immediately! Roman, how dare you not send this man away! You are such a failure. Absolutely useless.”

Roman shrinks in on himself, staring intently at the ground. Right, this was his punishment. He deserved this. He–

“Hey! You can’t talk to him like that!”

Both Roman and the Dragon Queen’s eyes snapped towards Virgil. Even the dark green crow, who had made himself comfortable on a nearby tree branch, cocked its head to listen in.

“Excuse me?” the dragon queen growled, “Do you know who I am?! I am the queen and this is my servant, I can say whatever I please to him!”

“Oh no, I’ve seen this movie about a million times, I know that he is the prince and the rags, the cleaning and everything is because you’re insecure about your looks!”

“How dare you--”

“Can it, lady! Roman is my boy--I mean one of my best friends! He’s passionate, hardworking and super kind. He never backs down from what he believes and also makes very good hot chocolate that is just prefect for a rain day! And he may be loud when he sings but his voice is so amazing that I don’t care! He is a great prince and a 1000% better rule of this place than you so you can get out and far away from him!”

And just like that, the dragon witch disappears. Along with the castle, the scenery, and everything else. Even Roman turns back to normal, relaxing the knot in Virgil’s stomach. He looks down, happy to see himself back in his normal hoodie.

Strangely, as the imagination turned back into an empty white void, the dark green crow stayed. It was forced to fly when its branch, though it wasn’t annoyed. It flies over to Virgil, landing on his shoulder.

“I think everything will be okay now, Remus.” VIrgil whispers. The crow doesn’t reply, only flying off and out of the imagination. Virgil watched it go with a smile before turning back to Roman.

Roman was staring at Virgil in disbelief, as if he couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing. Virgil started fidgeting with his hoodie string, embarrassment flooding him as he realizes that Roman definitely, without a doubt, absolutely heard every word he just said.

“Oh god, this is awkward…so Ro--”

Virgil’s mouth slams shut as Roman pulls him into a hug, but quickly turns his mouth into a smile.

Someone somewhere said something about how actions are better than words. A hug, a hug is good.

They silently popped back into the living room, unable to look at one another.

Virgil didn’t like this silence. It was so tense. He had to fix this.

“Listen,” Virgil says as he rubs the back of his head, clearly nervous, “Thomas is heading to the mall now. It’s not a high-stakes adventure, but it’s out of the house.” Roman looked into Virgil’s eyes. There was no disappointment, there was no hate. In fact, they were filled with concern, hope, and maybe even...love? It was hard for Roman to believe that but the evidence was right in front of him.

Roman smiles and nods “That sounds like fun.”

Little did Roman know that he not only would have fun, but it was the fairy tale story he was looking for.

I'M SO HAPPY TO BE BACK.

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