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edupunkn00b · 4 months

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Mise Out of Place

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mise en place (ˌmē-ˌzäⁿ-ˈpläs) noun Borrowed from French. A culinary process in which ingredients are prepared and organized (as in a restaurant kitchen) before cooking Also : the set of ingredients prepared using this process

Written for @starlocked01 for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange. I hope you enjoy this mix of crack and fluff with some elements unexpectedly made canon by last week's video.

Many thanks to the developmental beta reader, "Some Guy," who provided invaluable assistance and cheerleading with this story. Fluff is hard, y'all.

WC: 2k (okay, almost 2K) - Rated: T for a bit of swearing - CW: fluff, crack, and a hint of Remus-y imagery - [ AO3 ] -

“And… we’re live!”

“Thanks, Freddie,” Roman muttered, just out of earshot of the lavaliere mics pinned to Patton's and Remus' aprons.

“Maybe after his glow up,” Janus murmured, equally quietly.

Patton grinned at the camera, the edge of Janus’ hat fuzzy and barely visible past the glare of the ring light. “Hey there, Kiddos—”

“I’m Remus!” Said Side jumped into the frame, one long arm draped over Patton’s shoulders. Instead of looking at the camera, he stared expectantly at Patton, his grin far, far too wide.

Patton nodded, his own smile still plastered on. “And I’m your Happy Pappy Patton!”

Remus leaned closer and they said in unison, “And welcome to Messers en Place!”

Janus’ hat bobbed on the other side of the camera and Patton’s smile brightened. They’d practiced and practiced—and practiced—their video intro, each time failing to be in sync. Even Patton had begun to fear they’d have to rewrite it. But this time, when it mattered, really mattered, they did it!

“And what are we making today, Pattycake?” Remus prompted him when he failed to say his next line.

“Oh, right! To-daay…” He drew out his words as he looked around the ingredients oh-so-carefully spread out over the countertop. Mise en place, Roman had called it. Logan had tried to hide his surprise behind a little fumble with his glasses, but Patton hadn’t missed the way Logan’s eyes had widened.

“Ahem, well, yes, Roman is correct,” he'd finally managed. Remus bounced on his toes next to Patton, picking up each tiny bowl and sniffing at its contents.

“Careful there, Ro Bro,” he'd cackled. “Nerdy Wolverine’s gonna bust a nut with you knowing things.”

“I am not—”

“Hey, Pattycake, what’s this one?” Winking, Remus pulled him back into the present moment and shoved a bowl of brown spices into his hands.

“Oh, um…” Patton sniffed carefully. “It’s cumin, Remus.”

“Well, if you insist…” he began, reaching for his belt.

“Remus!” Roman cried, bonking his brother's head with the boom mic.

“Muse, not now, boy,” Janus murmured from the other side of the room.

Virgil groaned from his perch at the top of the refrigerator, silently tapping the sides of the fire extinguisher in his lap. “Are we sure having these two do a cooking show was a good idea for the stream?”

“Of course it is!” Remus and Roman said together.

And it really was a good idea. The twins had blurted out the concept together during a brainstorming session and even Logan had agreed this would be first in their livestream series. He'd even suggested the name.

So here they were, the two of them, about to cook. Together.

They could do this. Patton could do this.

Remus’ smile had grown too wide again, eyebrows arched high.

Right, the cumin.

“We’re making spaghetti and meatballs,” Patton remembered his line and smiled at the camera.

“Balls,” Remus muttered under his breath, shoulders dancing.

Patton gasped and sneezed into the little bowl, spraying cumin up into the air and all over his face.

“Oh, I gotcha, Daddy—”

“Remus!” Roman lowered the boom mic with an offended huff only he could manage to sound princely.

“Aw, Kiddo!” His catigan sleeves were safely tucked beneath his apron, but he brushed them clean anyway. Remus whipped out a concerningly clean handkerchief from under his sash and dabbed at Patton’s face.

“It’s sweet,” Patton smiled at Roman just off camera.

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” Roman muttered.

“You don’t get paid at all, Princey!”

“Need I remind you all we’re still live?” Logan hissed from the hallway.

“It’s fine, Logan, dear,” Janus murmured, tapping the laptop just out of frame. Comments scrolled up the screen faster than they'd ever been. “The viewers are eating it up.”

Logan frowned at the screen for a long moment before shrugging. “He’s right. Okay, carry on."

Face now clean, Patton nodded and carried a big stock pot to the sink. “Right, first step is to start the water. Remus, will you—”

“One step ahead of you, Daddy!” Patton barely made out his words over the rush of the faucet.

And the crash just behind him.

Patton swung around, water sloshing out of the pot and onto the floor. “Remus!”

Remus had shoved all the measured ingredients to the far edge of the counter. Spices and oil spilled over the plate of ground meat and the long loaf of italian bread was broken in half. A wedge of parmesan had impaled the softening butter and the head of garlic had rolled onto the floor. At the center of the counter was a giant neon green air fryer into which Remus had jammed the entire—sealed—box of linguini and a jar of sauce. "Oh, and Merry Christmas, by the way. Thought you could use one of these babies!" he said, slapping the top of the device. "Hm… I wonder if I could fit one of those in here, too…"

“Wait, Remus, no—” Patton dropped the stock pot and reached out as Remus cranked the air fryer up to 500°F and slammed the start button.

“Well, it was nice having a kitchen,” Virgil muttered and pulled the pin from the extinguisher, nozzle aimed directly at the air fryer.

“No, it’s fine,” Patton said, voice cracking even as he grinned up at Virgil. “Don’t worry, Kiddo, everything will be—”

The air fryer beeped and the scent of burning paper filled his nose. He rushed toward the counter, hands outstretched to unplug the fryer, but his heel skidded on the wet floor and he slammed into Remus’ back instead.

“Hey, if you wanted to dance, Pattycake…” Remus spun around, catching him before he fell. “You could’ve just said so!”

“Remus!” Patton cried, clinging to his tunic as thick black smoke and the flicker of orange flames erupted out of the appliance. “Fire!”

With the grace of a cat and accompanied by a woosh of extinguisher foam, Virgil jumped down and doused the air fryer, the counter and most of Patton and Remus with the fire retardant.

A spark caught on the edge of Virgil’s hoodie sleeve and the mic squealed as Roman dropped the boom and rushed over to smother it.

“Princey, I’m fine! Let’s get the rest of this—”

“Shit!” Roman swore as he slipped on the spreading puddle of water and extinguisher foam in the center of the room. Virgil grabbed him by his sash, pulling him to his feet.

“Gotcha, your Highnessness.”

Off camera, Logan slid closer to Janus. “Are we still filming?”

“Mm-hm. Wine?” he asked, offering a large goblet he’d procured from… somewhere.

Eyebrow raised, Logan accepted the glass and took a slow sip. “Out of everything in the kitchen, this is what you chose to save?”

“Why, yes, of course," he murmured before finishing his own glass and refilling it.

“Acceptable.”

Long after the livestream ended and the kitchen was—mostly—put back into order, the Sides called it a night and, one-by-one sauntered off to bed.

All the Sides but Remus, at least. Well, and Patton.

Remus had waited until everyone else's room had grown quiet and the lights spilling out from under each Side’s door had clicked off. A flickery bluish glow remained under Virgil’s door, but he typically wouldn’t actually fall asleep for another few hours anyway.

Patton’s door, though… Patton’s door had remained closed tight, without even the usual fairy lights brightening the edges of the door frame. And without the happy little sounds of his bedtime playlist.

Patton hadn’t gone to bed.

Taking more care than usual, Remus slipped off his boots and crept downstairs, skipping the creaky third and fifth steps. The living room, kitchen, and hall were dark, the patio door closed and locked with the blinds drawn tight. The clock on the microwave cast long, faint shadows over the kitchen floor and Remus spotted a bit of movement followed by a tiny sound.

He held his breath and waited. There it was again, a soft sniffle.

Dropping to the floor, Remus peered under the kitchen table. Patton sat hunched in the far corner, sweater-clad arms hugging his knees to his chest.

“Oh, hi, Kiddo,” he mumbled, wiping his cheeks against his forearms. “Can’t sleep?” he asked as though Remus was the one hiding alone in the dark.

“Was gonna ask you the same thing, Pattycake.”

“Oh…” Patton didn’t explain what the fuck he was doing down there, cardigan pulled over his potassium bicarbonate and cumin—ha!—stained apron. He just sort of looked down at his hands and pulled his legs up closer to him. Almost like he was making room.

Remus clambered under the table next to him, not quite touching but close enough to smell the smoke in Patton’s hair and clothes. Remus' own clothes smelled like his experiment upstairs and he inhaled the plasticy, acrid scent of burnt dyes and the forever chemicals from the extinguisher. It was even better than the fires for making s’mores at Thomas’ summer camp as a kid.

Remus wiggled his toes, watching Patton from the corner of his eye. He’d tucked his face close to his knees but his cheeks glimmered with new, silent tears. Remus breathed in again. The kitchen would reek of smoke for a long time after this.

“C-A-M—”

“Maybe later?” Patton sniffled. “I’m just not in the mood to sing right now, Kiddo.”

“You sure about that?” Remus scooted a little closer and bumped their shoulders together. “It’ll help if you just sing along…” He waited, watching Patton tap his foot, toes squelching in his still-sopping shoes.

“C-A-M-P…” he began again, slower this time.

“F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song,” Patton sang softly.

“C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song…” Remus repeated.

A little smile cracked across the other Side’s face, softer and more real than it had been all day. “The C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song.” Patton took a breath like he was about to jump into the next verse but he frowned, nose scrunched. “It still smells like burnt air fryer in here, huh?”

“Yeah,” Remus agreed, nodding his head with a grin. “We made our mark.”

“Yeah,” Patton said, curling over his knees again.

“Aw, Daddy-o,” Remus bumped his shoulder. “Is that why you’re hiding under here? ‘Cause of the fire?”

“Well, yeah,” Patton frowned, staring back at him. “I really wanted to make a great video. I wanted to… you know… make Thomas proud.”

“Fuck, Pattycake, we did! Have you seen the comments?”

Patton just shook his head so Remus sank them both down into his room where he’d left his laptop open to the video page. Views and comments continued to pour in, hours after the stream had ended. “Look!” he demanded, pushing Patton down into a mostly clean chair.

The Moral Side read quietly, eyes growing wider with each scroll. “They… they liked us?”

“Yeah they did!” Remus slapped his back. “So, whaddya say we make Elf Spaghetti next time? We can even add some Crofters to please the nerd.” Patton’s stomach grumbled and Remus’ grin grew. “You know… we never did eat dinner, Pattycake. How about we give it a trial run tonight?”

“Race you to the kitchen!” Patton laughed and sank down through the floor.

“Hey, that’s cheating!”

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candied-peach · 4 months

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ao3: "gag gifts" rating: T warnings: moceit, dukeceit, platonic intruality, remus typical humor, food mention genre: fluff description: Patton loves his gift so much, he wants to spread the Christmas cheer a little further this year.

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...

Just a happy pappy father figment, Patton thinks, creeping over to the door that separates the dark sides' living area and looking at it. Roman added a yellow crisscross of caution tape to it at some point, but the tape is peeling, and 'Juicy Ass' has been added to it in acid green marker. He has three tubes of different Christmas wrapping paper under one arm, a variety of cardboard boxes stuffed into a bigger box under the other, and his heart is pounding so loud, he thinks it's a miracle no one has come out of their rooms to investigate the ruckus. Logan is busy trying to solve Virgil's puzzle, Roman is most likely listening to Christmas carols in his own room or perhaps putting the finishing touches on a winter wonderland in the Imagination, and Patton already checked on Virgil earlier- he's fallen asleep early, with his headphones in, emo music filtering out into the air.

He juggles everything to open the door, wincing when the hinges creak. Dim light spills out, what looks like the glow of Christmas lights in rainbow colors. Despite himself, Patton feels a twinge of curiosity. He's never seen what it looks like when the others decorate for Christmas. Hadn't really paid much thought to it before. It shouldn't surprise him, but a little squeak escapes when he reaches the first garland of lights and realizes all the light bulbs are actually shaped like dicks. Red spreads across his face like a stain. Clearly Remus's touch.

"Whatcha doin', Daddy?" Remus breathes into Patton's ear, suddenly right behind him, and Patton nearly screams as he whirls around, dropping the tubes of wrapping paper. Remus doesn't look apologetic at all.

"Remus!" Patton hisses. "You startled me!"

"I know," Remus says. His eyes nearly glow poison green in the dark. Bioluminescence. His grin is just a little too wide. "And I repeat, whatcha doin', Daddy-O?"

"I just-" Patton sighs. "Is Janus asleep?"

"Yep," Remus answers. "Why? Didja wanna put something in his bed?" His eyes gleam, much like his teeth. "I can help ya if you want, but only if it's dangerous!"

"No," Patton blurts out. The side in front of him almost looks disappointed. "No, I just- I wanted-" Patton huffs a sigh, bending down and retrieving the wrapping paper. "I wanted to return the favor," he admits. "His gift really- really tickled my funny bone, and the card was sweet, and I just-" Patton fumbles for a moment, before tilting the cavalcade of boxes so Remus can see the homemade cards nestled inside.

"I wanted to make him a little gag gift of his own," Patton says. "And leave it down here. Is- is that okay?" He feels like holding his breath, waiting for Remus's response. Luckily, it's not long in coming.

"Yeah, sure!" Remus agrees, willingly enough. "Ya know, you could have wrapped it all over there." Patton flushes crimson. In all the subterfuge he had been plotting, he...hadn't considered that.

"Lemme help," Remus pleads. "I can make the boxes different shapes! To confuse him more!"

"Okay," Patton says, as Remus grabs his shoulder and tugs him over to a ratty plaid-patterned couch that had more stains on it than Patton wanted to think about. Remus plops down on the thin carpet, hands held up for the boxes, and Patton grabs the cards out of the top box before handing them over. Remus raises an eyebrow when he notices that there are two, and Patton reddens again.

"For you, too," Patton says. "But you can't see until Christmas."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Remus says, agreeably enough. Patton doesn't trust it at all. When Remus looks down, chewing on a stray piece of cardboard, Patton tucks Remus's card under his shirt. Just for the time being.

Remus summons scissors and tape (the tape is strangely fuzzy the first time, until Patton pleads for a more normal one- Remus looks like he wants to argue until Patton admits in a quiet voice it's a sensory thing, and then he gets new tape without blinking), and they spend a surprisingly amenable time together, arranging and rearranging present boxes until the final product looks like Janus is unwrapping a vacuum cleaner.

"Here ya go," Remus says, handing Patton a second box. This one is shaped like a trashcan and already wrapped. "For my card."

"Thank you, but I-" Patton pauses, patting the front of his shirt. The card is gone. He blinks at Remus, astonished. "How did you-"

Remus grins.

"That's for me to know and you to find out!" He singsongs, cackling to himself. "Nighty night, Pattycake!"

"Good night," Patton says, climbing to his feet with the help of one of Remus's surprisingly hot hands. He finds himself smiling. "Thank you for your help, Remus. You'll- you'll make sure Janus gets it, right?"

"Of course! What do you take me for?" Remus asks, mock offended as he puts a hand to his heart. He tilts his head impossibly far to one side. "Oh! Oh, Janny's awake!"

"Oh!" Patton exclaims. He attempts to bolt out of the living room, only to run smack into the side in question. Janus blinks, staring down at Patton's sprawled form with sleep-blurred eyes.

"Patton?" Janus asks, his voice raspy and addled with fatigue. He's still wearing his Christmas sweater, but he's added snake-patterned pajama pants to the ensemble, and to Patton's slight surprise, he is wearing the socks Roman gave him. "What are you doing here?" He offers a hand to help Patton up, and Patton realizes that he's not wearing his gloves.

"Helping me!" Remus chimes in brightly. "Come on, Jan Jan, we gotcha somethin'!"

"Perish the thought," Janus says dryly, as Remus plants a sloppy, enthusiastic kiss on Janus's scaled cheek. "Thank you. What do you mean?"

"Look!" Remus giggles, pointing at the vacuum-shaped box. Janus's eyebrow raises. Patton flushes red, as both Janus and Remus tow him forward. He finds himself coaxed back onto the couch, surrounded by the pair.

"Whatever could it be," Janus muses, as he reads the tag. "To Janus, from Patton (Remus helped!) Patton, why did you-?" He turns a little, surprised, and Patton just motions toward the gift.

"Go on," Patton encourages, his mouth a little dry. His face is still flushed, and his heart feels a little fluttery. Janus looks very pretty in the dim light.

"Is it...a vacuum?" Janus asks, delicately unpeeling the paper.

"No," Remus nearly shouts, cackling again. "Try again, Janny!"

The next box shouldn't be possible, but it is shaped like a canoe. Janus blinks at it, then grins.

"Oh, I see," Janus says, turning slightly to Patton. "Have you gotten me back then?"

"Maybe," Patton says, trying to sound innocent. "I don't know. Maybe you should keep opening them."

Improbable sizes and shapes slip past in a flurry of Christmas-themed wrapping paper, and Patton is enraptured by Janus's soft laughter and sparkling eyes. Remus refuses to unwrap his own until Janus is down to his own actual card.

"Oh, Patton," Janus says softly when he's finally holding the holiday card, carefully crayoned two-headed snake sprawled across the front. "Thank you."

"Merry Christmas, Janus," Patton murmurs, feeling like he's full of fizzy bubbles.

"Patton!" Remus exclaims, having finally torn the wrapping paper off his own. "You kraken me up, too!" He grins, holding up the card covered in cephalopod puns. Patton had asked Virgil several veiled, completely obvious questions about what Remus had ever showed interest in.

"Would you like to join everyone for breakfast?" Patton asks. "I could make pancakes...?" For a moment, Janus looks like he is going to decline, and Patton feels disappointment weigh down his stomach.

"Why not?" Janus gives in gracefully. "Don't let Remus near the syrup."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Patton promises. To his surprise, he finds Janus's arm settling itself around his shoulders.

"Is this okay?" Janus asks, nervous. Patton beams.

"Of course, Janus," he says. The Christmas dick lights twinkle down on them as Remus springs up from the couch and disappears for a moment.

"Oh, Janny-" Remus starts, running back in.

"You are not putting mistletoe over us," Janus interrupts. Patton tries not to feel a tiny bit disappointed at that.

"You're no fun," Remus pouts. "Fine. Over me instead?" He puts a sprig of mistletoe over his head and wiggles his shoulders in a shimmy. Janus laughs.

"Fine," he says, and tugs Remus down to kiss his cheek.

Patton leans his head against Janus's shoulder, tired from staying up so long.

"Merry Christmas, Patton," Janus says quietly, as Patton's awareness starts to slip away. "I'll wake you up before breakfast, I promise."

#🍬.txt #sanders sides #moceit #dukeceit #platonic intruality #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #patton #janus #remus #christmas #sanders sides fic #ok to rb #peach writes #📚

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moonbeam-dragon · 3 months

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Bloody Cupcakes

Summary: Patton doesn't know Remus that well. He's painfully aware of it after the gift exchange. He was lucky that Remus didn't hate him for it. In fact, it seems that Remus might like him despite it. He apparently sees Patton as his "daddy." Patton is determined not to lose or ruin his relationship with Remus. What better way to bond than making cupcakes together?There's probably lots of better ways.But Patton is gonna at least try.

Also, happy birthday, Patton! 💙 🐸 🎂 Here is my gift to you!

@thatsthat24 Idk if ur interested but figured it would be worth a try.

#patton sanders sides #tss patton #ts patton #patton sanders #remus sanders sides #ts remus #tss remus #remus sanders #intruality #platonic intruality #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #fluff #bonding #can be read as platonic or romantic #I was going for platonic but idc

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ask-nico-and-the-sides · 18 days

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Where have Patton, Janus and Remus been this whole time?

Janus: … I feel like I’ve learned, just in reverse

#sanders sides #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #platonic intruality

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naminethewriter · 8 months

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How It All Began - Masterpost

Welcome, welcome everyone to another Big Bang entry, this time for @tss-storytime! As per the results of the one poll I have done here so far, this is also the introduction to my Pirates and Sirens AU! It has Intrulogical (of course, what else would I write?) and a lot of platonic shenanigans. Hope you enjoy 🥰

If you'd like to read it at a slower pace, I will upload the chapters to Ao3 twice a week.

Summary: Remus, son of a simple fisherman, had worked hard to become the captain of his own pirate ship. And in his humble opinion, it was going great! His crew was small but reliable and they had just stolen something that could them some nice cash from a military vessel they happened to cross on the open sea. They just needed to hide it somewhere until it was safe to sell. How lucky for them that they come across a nice, uninhabited island.

Little did Remus know just who he would find on that little piece of land and how it would change his life entirely.

Content Warnings: Temporary Character Death, Minor Violence, Innuendoes (Remus is the main character after all) and Morally Grey Characters (They are pirates)

Story on Ao3

Chapter One: A Lonely Island, Right?

Chapter Two: Living Legend

Chapter Three: A Request

Chapter Four: A New Deal

Chapter Five: Library Visit

Chapter Six: Precious

Chapter Seven: Just the Beginning

Many thanks go to @edupunkn00b for beta reading! They helped me so much, thanks a bunch!

There is also art for this story by @im-an-anxious-wreck! Their post is here. Thank you so much for working with me 🥰

#namiswriting #How It All Began #masterpost #finished #pre-romantic intrulogical #platonic intruality #platonic loceit #platonic anxceit #tss storytime 2023 #multichapter fic #temporary character death #minor violence #adventure #sanders sides #fanfiction #Pirates & Sirens AU

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fangirlwriting-stories · 11 months

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Protector

Chapter One

Chapter Thirty-Four:

Patton had never felt quite this lost before. There had been times when he’d been unsure, of course. But often he’d had Janus to help, and he couldn’t ask that of Janus right now. Janus needed time.

Patton recognized early on that he’d need to step up and keep things running in some ways. Logan and Roman had worked some of this out ahead of time, and while he imagined the heads up was kind of nice, it couldn’t be fun to see your worst fears come true right in front of you. Janus’ world could be doing no less than falling apart around him. Thomas had to be going through a major crisis— or he would at least, as soon as Anxiety got back. And until then he was… not good.

So Patton, as someone who’d had this dropped on him but could also recognize that there was not much he could have done differently, took a deep breath and did his thinking about things while he vacuumed the living room.

It was hard to decide how to feel about things overall. He’d felt hurt and betrayed by Anxiety before. He’d felt used when he’d tried to be caring and giving to someone he thought had deserved it— he had deserved it. Patton couldn’t doubt that anymore. The way Anxiety had handled the situation still didn’t feel very good, but Patton understood now. If he’d been put in a place where he had to hurt someone to help someone else, he doubted he would have handled it as well as Anxiety had. And Patton was also finding it more and more difficult to blame him for not handling it better now that he knew the headspace he’d been in.

Then of course, there was the part that didn’t involve Patton at all. He’d decided pretty shortly after that he wasn’t going to blame himself for it. It wouldn’t help anyone if he drowned himself in guilt, and there really hadn’t been much he could have done. He hadn’t known anything was happening, and it was far more important to focus on what he could do moving forward.

And right, now, he could make meals, keep the mindscape clean, and stop by where Anxiety’s door had been with gift baskets.

It had a couple basic things Patton imagined one would need after waking up from a week-long death (that’s how long Remus had said it would take at least). Food, water bottle, soft fluffy blankets, stuffed animals to have something to hug. And a note that said if Anxiety wanted to and if/when he was ready, Patton would like to see him to apologize. He hadn’t been sure for a while whether to put “apologize” or “talk,” but in the end he’d decided that Anxiety might like to hear one, and that he was very sorry for the things that happened to him, whether he was going to blame himself or not.

He replaced the two cookies daily, as while most of the items in there were non-perishable, Patton knew the benefit of a second cookie after a long hard day, and he didn’t imagine waking up from death was easy.

No one had really caught him doing so before, but he imagined everyone knew who the basket came from, which is why he wasn’t surprised when he found Remus outside his door one day holding it.

“Hello Remus,” Patton said, setting down the laundry basket that was now mostly empty, having delivered clothes to everyone else. “Can I help you with something?”

“What is this for?” Remus asked, hoisting the gift basket up.

“I thought it would be nice for Anxiety to have when he wakes up,” Patton said. “Did you want some cookies too? I was going to replace those after I put my clothes away, you can eat the ones that are in there now.”

Remus glared at him, but still grabbed a cookie and shoved it in his mouth. A second later his eyes widened slightly, and Patton couldn’t help a small smile.

“Do you like them?”

“Needs paprika,” Remus snapped, before shoving the other one in his mouth too. “Why do you care if Anxiety has food when he wakes up?”

Patton furrowed his brow. “Because it’s common decency?”

Remus looked down at the basket. “And you’d treat Anxiety with common decency, would you?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Patton said softly.

Remus, for some reason, looked like he knew that and agreed with it. Maybe Anxiety had told him.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because that’s what you do,” Patton murmured. “And you and Anxiety deserve kindness.”

Remus glared down at the gift basket. “Fine then,” he said, shoving it out towards Patton. “Go make your replacement cookies.”

Patton took the basket. “Would you like to help?”

“No.”

Patton nodded. “Okay.”

He went and put the basket back by where Anxiety’s door would reappear. By the time he was back to his room to grab the laundry basket, Remus was gone.

…

Remus may not have wanted to help Patton with the cookies, but that didn’t mean he didn’t deserve some, so Patton made a couple extra and put them outside his door, along with a spice shaker of paprika and a note with a winky face on it. Remus didn’t say anything, but the cookies were gone when he checked again, so Patton took that as a success and made a note to start making him cookies along with Anxiety’s. There were only a couple days left before he should reappear now, and hopefully things could start improving at least a little then. Though the way Remus had yelled at Janus yesterday hadn’t been a good sign for that.

Patton could give Remus a little grace with that. He understood being angry. Remus had a right to be.

But Janus also had a right to feel upset and take time to think. And while Patton had certainly gotten some perspective on Remus recently, he’d loved Janus for over fifteen years. That wasn’t going to stop because Janus had made some mistakes. Even if they were really bad ones.

But he also understood Janus needing some time, so he made sure Janus didn’t see him coming to take his laundry or leaving him food. Roman and Logan were making him food too, so there wasn’t a way to pin it on any one of them. The three of them should probably talk sometime, but for now they had to work damage control.

Which is why Patton took on a different job that it wasn’t really fair to ask of Janus right now.

“Hey kiddo,” Patton said gently, sitting down on the couch next to Thomas. It was his turn on shift. Logan had essentially child-proofed the apartment for the week, and Janus had recommended Thomas call in sick for the week before locking himself inside. His friends were bringing him food, meaning all Thomas had to do was rest.

Not that that was proving easy for anyone.

“You know what I’ve been wondering, Patton,” Thomas said, giving Patton a bright smile before turning back to the rubber band he was pulling back and forth between his fingers. “I’m wondering if a person like me is actually worthy of love.”

“You are, kiddo,” Patton murmured immediately, wrapping an arm around Thomas’ shoulders. “This isn’t your fault.”

“They’re parts of me though,” Thomas said with a casual shrug. “Those sides were parts of me, right? So doesn’t that kind of make it my fault, even indirectly?”

“Everyone is capable of doing bad things, Thomas,” Patton said. “You choose not to act on those parts of yourself. You can’t be faulted for those parts existing.”

Thomas laughed and flung the rubber band across the room. “You sound like Janus.”

“I’m trying to fill in,” Patton admitted, leaning back next to him. “Janus isn’t doing so well.”

“Oh, because he realized that he’d left two sides alone where they’d be badly hurt all the time and didn’t listen when they tried to tell him that’s what he’d done?”

Patton winced. “Yep.”

“Sorry. Don’t have much of a filter right now,” Thomas said, kicking his feet back and forth against the front of the couch.

“I know, kiddo. It’s okay.”

“You think I’d be used to this by now,” Thomas said lightly. “Wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, kiddo.”

“Well how does it work?” Thomas asked curiously, flipping around to lay down on the couch. “Where does he go? Is he just reforming in my subconscious or something? Is he just straight up gone? What if he never comes back? Am I just never going to be able to fully process how fucked up I am?”

“Thomas,” Patton said weakly.

“I don’t think I’ll ever know what to do, Patton,” Thomas said. He sniffed, and leaned back against the couch cushions as tears started to drip past his smile. “I don’t think I’m ever going to know what to do with this.”

Patton sniffed and laid down next to Thomas. “That’s okay, kiddo,” he whispered. “You’re not alone in that.”

“I want Anxiety back,” Thomas said.

“Me too, kiddo,” Patton murmured, squeezing Thomas gently. “He’ll be here soon.”

“Are you sure?”

And because Patton was filling in for Janus, and lying to himself was how Thomas needed to do self care right now, he squeezed Thomas a little tighter and murmured, “Yes.”

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Chapter Thirty-Five

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dotemakesthings · 6 months

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders & Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders & Morality | Patton Sanders Characters: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Warning: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders Being Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Vampires, Forest God Patton, Vampire Remus, Human Roman, Blood and Injury, Near Death Experiences, Body horror? whatever you call having roots growing into your skin Series: Part 1 of The Woods are Lovely, Dark and Deep Summary:

Roman didn’t show up on his normal patrol around the village. Remus was looking forward to following him around and grilling him about the young lad he was interested in, but now he has a much larger concern: the fact that the human he’s taken a liking to might be in danger.

#forest au #creativitwins #they’re not related but they’re still very much brothers here #dote writes things #platonic intruality #tss fanfic #sanders sides fic #remus sanders #fantasy au #roman sanders #patton sanders #my writing

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loganslowdown4 · 11 months

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Patton: I’m just so confused. I’m at my wits end and I don’t know what I should do.

Remus: *standing in his underwear, dunking Oreos into whiskey* Well you’ve come to the right place.

#and then they became best friends #thomas sanders #sanders sides #Patton sanders #Remus sanders #ts patton #ts remus #incorrect sanders sides #platonic intruality #intruality #ts intruality #tw alcohol #cw alcohol

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creativia10 · 9 months

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Cookies, A Big Cat, and Conversations

Summary: The other sides decide to continue giving each other nice days. However, Patton is a bit surprised that Remus is the one who wanted to give Patton his. Even more so after learning that Logan asked Remus to. Patton tries to enjoy his nice day while wondering why that may be.

Warnings: Implied offscreen animal attack (since he's a side, he's fine though), some vague descriptions of injuries after said animal attack

Relationships: Platonic Patton and Remus, implied Patton/Logan

Wordcount: 2204

Notes: After the latest Thomas video with the sides in it, I knew I would want to write something inspired by it.

Patton loved how the other sides were starting to do nice things for each other. A couple of the other sides had taken inspiration from his nice day for Logan. After Remus’ nice day, Roman offered to give Virgil one. They could all use the nice day, so this was a great trend for the sides to all jump in on.

Just as he was thinking that, Remus sprung down out of nowhere, hanging upside down from the ceiling. Patton screamed and fell out of his chair. Remus snickered and then dangled his arms, each hand holding the blank side of a card to face Patton.

“It’s your turn for a nice day pops!”

Patton took a moment to catch his breath before he stood back up.

“Oh? Well, that’s nice of you, Remus.”

Remus shrugged, somehow while still dangling upside down.

“Eh, it’s nothing. Logan offered swapping nice day partners.”

Patton frowned at that. Why would he rather not do Patton’s nice day? Did Logan’s not go as well as he hoped? Patton knew he messed up initially, but still. He thought he made up for that.

Remus wiggled his hands insistently.

“C’mon, Patsy. We have a whole day ahead of us.”

Patton stepped closer and narrowed his eyes at the cards.

“…what is that on them?” Patton asked.

Remus simply smiled in response, not answering.

Patton carefully grabbed one of the cards. He grimaced at the unknown stickiness, and then flipped the card over to read what it was.

“…eat at least two cookies,” He read aloud.

Remus cheered and flipped himself back around, hopping to his feet.

“Sweet! I already baked a batch of cookies for this one,” He said.

“…oh.”

Remus led Patton to the kitchen. Then he placed the tray onto the kitchen table. The cookies appeared to be shaped like squid kitties?

“…how creative,” Patton said. Remus put a hand to his chest and bowed slightly.

“It is what I do.”

Patton nodded. He looked down at them. They appeared to be a blue-green color, hopefully from food coloring. He also noticed the cookies were lumpy with something.

“…what’s in the cookies, Remus?” Patton asked.

Remus just gave his typical unnerving smile again.

“It’s a surprise!”

Patton nodded hesitantly. “…it is safe to eat though, right?”

Remus faux gasped at that.

“Of course it is. I kept you in mind. This is your nice day, not mine.”

Patton relaxed a little bit but still looked at the cookies warily. The chance to have cookies was too tempting though. So he braced himself and took a careful bite. Already, he nearly choked at what hit his mouth. He was getting a lot of flavor at once, not all bad. But not really good together. And a taste that definitely didn’t belong in a cookie.

Nothing was wiggling though, and it didn’t outright feel dangerous. So he thickly swallowed what was in his mouth.

“W-what was in that, Remus?” Patton asked. Remus continued to grin and threw his hands up in the air.

“I threw in anything sweet I could think of because I knew how big of a sweet tooth you have. I also remembered how you added cumin to Roman’s pasta gift, so I added that as well.”

“Ah…”

“Aren’t you going to have anymore?” Remus asked.

Patton hesitated.

“Ah, are all the cookies like that?” Patton asked.

Remus tilted his head.

“I don’t remember.”

Patton bit back a sigh.

“I’m curious to see what else you have in store for me today,” Patton said.

Remus shimmied his shoulders like he does and then brought up another pair of cards.

“You got it!”

Patton gave Remus a weak smile and then pinched another sticky card. Patton perked up a bit in surprise at the new card.

“A trip to the petting zoo?”

Remus clapped his hands and jumped in place.

“Oh that will be a fun one. Getting grubby hands all over different dirty critters.”

Patton wish he hadn’t phrased it like that.

The closest petting zoo was a specific section at a regular zoo. So in a way it made sense that they would have different rules from other petting zoos.

Thomas frowned at the zoo employee who wasn’t letting Thomas in.

“I’ve been to petting zoos as an adult before though,” Thomas said.

The employee sighed, “Yes, well because our petting zoo pen is so small, we have to limit how many people can go in in general. For everyone’s safety.”

Patton pouted. He understood they were trying to keep everyone safe. But he had really been looking forward to petting some fluffy animals. Like the sheep or maybe the miniature donkey.

“Pfft,” Remus let out.

Patton turned to Remus at that. Remus had swung his mace to hang over his shoulder.

“Like that’s going to stop our day!”

Remus proceeded to run forward, then veered to an exhibit that was not in the petting zoo pen.

Patton gaped.

“Hey!” Someone shouted as Remus somehow managed to jump over a fence into one of the wild exhibits.

“Oh dear, Remus what are you doing!?” Patton shouted and ran over to the exhibit Remus had gone into.

“Getting you an animal to pet!” Remus shouted as he ran around the outdoor exhibit.

The exhibit actually wasn’t that big, so it didn’t take much distance for Remus to get to the wild animal in there. Which shouldn’t bode well for the other. Patton winced and looked away when he heard the feral animal sounds and slashes of teeth and claws. Patton figured he’d have to wait that out before they could move on to something else. He was unaware of how stubborn Remus was to complete this task. There was more shouting towards Remus.

The sounds of the animal wrestling came closer to Patton. Which immediately made Patton tense up. Patton looked over to see Remus still standing and walking over to Patton with a big wild cat in his arms somehow. The creature was clearly not happy with the situation. They continued to struggle in Remus’ hold. Remus was breathing hard but he was still smiling. It looked more deranged than usual with the animal scratches/bites and blood all over him.

“Here you go!” Remus exclaimed breathily, holding the big cat out to Patton. Patton leaned away, wary of the sharp things on their body.

“Ah,” Remus said. He tightened his arm around the big cat’s head to keep her from biting.

“There, I should be able to restrain her long enough for you to get a pet in.”

The hold didn’t look like it would stay for long so Patton quickly pet the big cat’s fur in a safe stop. Oh, she was soft.

Apparently that did it though, because Remus lost his hold on her. He then ran back to the big cat’s exhibit, with her running after him.

“I told you I’m fine,” Remus said.

After the petting zoo incident, they had decided to go back home for now.

Patton hmmed and dabbed some cotton with water before brushing away some of the blood.

“I like being gross and mutilated,” Remus said.

Patton wouldn’t exactly call this mutilated, thankfully. Patton would have been way more distressed if that was the case.

“Well, I would be too distracted from the rest of my nice day if you’re covered in blood the rest of the time,” Patton said.

Remus snickered at that.

“Hey, well you can certainly say I gave you a memorable experience though. At last, I’ve brought good surprises! Logan’s plan for Janus was too predictable. Where’s the fun in that?” Remus said.

Patton frowned at the reminder. He switched to disinfectant with a rag once the blood was gone. He knew Remus was fine, they were sides. But it made Patton feel better to tend to him. It was a distressing sight. Especially given Remus got himself into that mess with Patton in mind. Even if Patton never would have expected him to do something so wild for himself.

Remus didn’t even react to the rubbing alcohol, which usually stings.

“Something’s wrong,” Remus said.

Patton blinked but continued to tend to his wounds.

“Well, you are hurt,” He said.

“Nah,” Remus said. “You’re upset about something. What is it?”

“What makes you say that?” Patton hedged.

Patton knew he still needed to work on being open with his feelings. He just hadn’t expected such a conversation to come up with Remus. He still wasn’t used to the other side.

Remus rolled his eyes.

“Your body language changed again when I mentioned Logan. You upset with him or something?”

Patton sighed at that. He finished up tending to Remus and turned away.

“I don’t know. I mean, he didn’t really do anything wrong. I just didn’t expect Logan to switch with someone for my nice day is all.”

“Ah,” Remus said with a nod.

“You should talk about how you feel with him,” Remus said.

Patton looked back at Remus, surprised.

“What? It feels like a silly thing to be upset about. It’s probably nothing. Besides, not like he was obligated to spend more time with me anyways.”

Remus tsked. “Your feelings are valid, Patty. It’s good to let them out. I mean, look at me! I pretty much always let out whatever comes to my head.”

“That’s for sure,” Patton muttered.

“Did you want to go talk with him now?” Remus asked.

“What about the rest of my nice day?” Patton asked.

“I mean, if you don’t want to, I do still have stuff planned. But you seem distracted, like this is keeping you from enjoying your nice day. We can always have a do over if needed,” Remus said.

Patton pursed his lips as he thought.

“…maybe it is a good idea to talk to him,” Patton relented.

Remus smiled and nodded.

“Cool, you go do that,” and with that, Remus just sunk out.

Patton took a breath and went over to the living room where he saw Logan was reading.

Logan looked up from his book.

“Ah, Patton. I didn’t expect to see you yet. How was your nice day?” Logan asked.

Patton shifted a bit. “It’s been good…I did want to ask you something though.”

Logan closed his book and sat up.

“Yes? What is it Patton?” Logan asked.

Patton sighed. “Why did you have Remus do my nice day? I know Roman still returned the favor for Virgil.”

“Ah, I simply thought a more animated side would be better suited to give you the nice day you would want,” Logan said.

“So it wasn’t because you were sick of me then?” Patton asked.

Logan’s eyes widened.

“No, of course not. I’m sorry that not communicating my intentions lead you to feel that way.”

Patton nodded, feeling better already.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I think you would do perfectly fine throwing me a nice day,” Patton said.

“Really?” Logan asked.

Patton nodded. “You know all of us almost better than any other side, Lo. If I’m being honest, even just getting to spend time with you would be a good day.”

Logan looked away, shifting a bit in self-consciousness.

“Well, that’s kind of you to say Patton. I would want it to be good because it’s doing things you like though. I also wasn’t sure if my lack of enthusiasm would take away from your enjoyment of the day,” Logan said.

Patton shook his head.

“No, Logan. I don’t only like spending with people like me. I know who you are, and I love spending time with you, even if you’re not as energetic as me about the same things. We’re part of a famILY. And,” Patton looked down, blushing a bit,

“I’ve always thought you were cool.”

Patton heard Logan shift.

“Really?” Logan asked.

Patton nodded.

“Well, perhaps I can still give you a nice day myself if you truly do not mind me doing so for you.”

Patton looked up again. Logan had shifted closer.

“Really?” Patton asked.

“You don’t think that’s too much for me? I really didn’t have a problem with Remus doing it for me. I just wanted to make sure we were good.”

“We are good, Patton. And I wouldn’t have offered if I thought there was a problem with it. Thomas’ schedule has been flexible lately. And I know how much you try to do what you can for Thomas and all of us. There is nothing wrong with you getting a nice day. I find you the least likely to want too many leisure days from it.”

Patton smiled a bit at that.

“Okay, thank you Logan.”

Logan nodded, “Of course. Also might I add, we can spend more time together just hanging out. I’m not sure how often we have, but I would not mind,” Logan said.

Patton beamed.

“Really?”

Logan nodded.

Patton clapped his hands and bounced in place.

“May I hug you?” Patton asked.

Logan nodded again.

“Thank you for asking first,” Logan said.

“Mhm,” Patton sprung forward as soon as Logan opened his arms.

Patton sighed in content as soon as Logan wrapped his arms around Patton’s own. Logan felt warm and comforting. It was nice.

#sanders sides #ts patton #ts remus #ts logan #sanders sides fic #logicality #platonic intruality #sanders sides spoilers

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intrualityweek · 9 months

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Intruality Week starts October 22nd!🩵💚

Call for prompts!

Send us an ask, add to the tags and reblog, or @ us with your prompt ideas!

@tsseventhub and @sanders-sides-events can you help spread the word?

Running list of prompts below the read more:

gifts fusion crimes baking Halloween chaos dancing flowers pets scars "now or never"

#intrualityweek #intruality #remus sanders #patton sanders #ts patton #ts remus #sanders sides #intruality week #intruality week 2023 #platonic intruality #romantic intruality #familial intruality

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edupunkn00b · 4 months

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders & Morality | Patton Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders/Morality | Patton Sanders Characters: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, various OCs, Other Character Tags to Be Added, we will eventually meet everyone Additional Tags: intruality, Platonic Intruality, endgame romantic intruality, we shall see, polytheistic au, Gods AU, Ancient History, Babylonian gods, Death!remus, Life!roman, Craft!patton, Unreliable Narrator, aren't they all?, unsympathetic gods, and sympathetic villains, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Broken Bones, Moderate descriptions of injuries, Slow Burn, well‚ for one of them‚ at least Summary:

Each story has a villain, and each villain has a story.

What the f*ck was Ro doing? His perfect brother had to have seen the little blonde god (poorly) tracking him through the woods over the past month or so. The little thing wasn’t making any effort to hide what he was doing, either, sometimes even just f*cking standing in the middle of the field like he was just waiting for Roman to appear.

But Roman never did. So all Remus did was wait and watch and curse his dumbass of a brother. Until one day when he couldn't just watch anymore.

This is a slow burn of a story: slow burn love, slow burn world…

Playlist on Spotify. Title inspired by Villains Aren't Born (They're Made) by PEGGY.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #intruality #platonic intruality #slow burn romantic intruality #gods au #ts remus #remus sanders #death!remus #craft!patton #ts patton #patton sanders #more gods and sides are coming #sumerian gods

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monkeythefander · 3 months

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Patton and Remus Fluff, Pretty please with a cherry on top? 🍒🥺

Patton & Remus Fluff Headcannons

Here are some Patton & Remus Fluff headcannons as requested by @jumbo-bo on Tumblr. These headcannons are platonic Patton and Remus, but if you want to interpret them as romantic that’s fine too. The headcannons are a little more hurt/comfort towards the end, but they’re mostly fluff.

Content Warnings: mention of allergies (cat allergy), mention of a zombie cat (which has stitches on it), food and drink mention (in relation to the zombie cat not needing to eat and drink), mention of playing horror games, mention of having nightmares (Patton has nightmares, so I guess a bit of Patton hurt/comfort is here).

Click below the cut to read the headcannons.

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- Since Patton is allergic to cats but really wants a cat, Remus decides to make a zombie cat for Patton. The cat isn’t a stereotypical zombie that eats body parts or anything. It’s basically a cat that doesn’t need to eat or drink to live. Patton is a bit scared at first by the cat, since it feels very cold and has some stitches on it, but the cat meows happily up at Patton and the moral side is immediately in love with the cat. Patton thanks Remus and decides to show his gratitude by letting Remus name the cat. Remus names the cat Frankie, like the character from monster high, since that series is one of the few not so scary monster related shows he and Patton can bond over.

- To bond with Remus, Patton tries to play some horror games with him. They are typically mascot horror games, because the mascot designs can be somewhat nice to look at, which makes playing the games a bit less intimidating for Patton.

- Patton gets Remus a onesie to wear to family movie nights in the mind palace. The onesie looks like a rat. It has little ears on the hood and a tail on the back. Remus likes it enough that he actually wears it to bed sometimes.

- When Patton has nightmares and just wants someone to listen to him vent about them afterwards, he goes to Remus. The creative side isn’t freaked out by the negative or dark thoughts Patton’s mind creates in the nightmares, so Remus is great at calmly listening to Patton’s retellings of them. Remus is also great at hugging Patton after he finishes venting. The moral side didn’t expect Remus to be a good hugger considering he lived with Janus and Virgil, who aren’t too openly affectionate. So Patton was pleasantly surprised by how comforting Remus’s hugs were.

- One day Patton asks Remus if he can give him a makeover. The moral side wants to try out a new style, and likes some of the casual punk outfits Remus wears when they aren’t filming Sanders Sides videos. The creative side excitedly agrees to the moral side’s request and gives Patton an outfit that can be considered pastel punk.

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End Notes: Thanks for reading! As always, if you like any of these headcannons and want to make a fanfic or fanart based on it, you can do so. You just need to ask me first, and then credit and tag me in the post so I can see it.

-Monkey💜

#sanders sides #sanders sides headcannons #patton sanders #remus sanders #platonic intruality #but it could be interpreted as romantic if you want #virgil sanders mention #janus sanders mention #patton angst #it’s very brief though and remus comforts him

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