me, preparing for the egg hunt to fucking destroy those kids for the fourth year in a row:

Petals In The Wind

Trigger Warning: Small argument, slightly unhappy ending

Roman is a petal in the wind. His turns soft, his laugh carrying itself across his and Logan’s home. His feet skim over scratched hardwood floors, his hands twist and turn letting himself truly be free to nature's whim. His dancing was the kind that entrapped anyone who saw it, his light step and slow turns seducing the viewer, letting them sit, and just for a second fall weakly to his very way. To Logan, Roman’s dance was intoxicatingly serene. When he looked at him, He knew. In that one small moment he finally let himself feel. He would dance to his own siren song, each step purposeful, each beat meaningful. They’d spend hours in a poorly lit kitchen, dancing in his self imposed uniform, while the more flamboyant of the two sang for an audience of one. Performing like they were in the Don Quixote. Roman was funny like that, he made any ordinary situation a performance. As he twirled, his lips parted. The wispy voice that haunts Logans nights spoke. They spoke nothing but ten words to each other, but in that blunt conversation the ground he stood on was ripped from under him. Leaving Logan falling, alone, just a forgotten petal in the wind.

Roman had been trying to get Logan to dance with him, properly dance, for weeks. Either by entrapping him in a surprise spin, which would usually end in an awkward stumble for either party involved, or humming a slow tune into his flower’s ear. He even tried to figure out a bullshit way to win a debate about how dancing is good for not only the body, but the mind. And as much as Roman had learned, Logan was having none of it. And slowly Roman gave up. The constant song in the key of Roman had slowed to a stop, the sound of dancing feet just up the stairs had turned into endless pacing. And when Logan walked into a silent kitchen, seeing a silent Roman stirring a mug of tea he finally had enough. Their home was silent, the man, the actor, the character he had fallen in love with grew into a cold stranger, and to Logan he might as well have left.     “Alright Roman, what is wrong?” Eyes the color of a decaying rose lifted from the mug on the cold marble countertop. Eyes that usually held a warmth Logan found to be almost comforting, the shadows reminding him of the darkness between the constellations, the highlights the stars. Eyes that he could have grown lost in now looking at him with what looked to be... pain. 

“Nothing- Nothing is wrong, that is like asking the sky why she is blue. Don’t ask questions just let her be beautiful.” His voice rose and sunk with almost planned perfection, an over exaggerated crease dug into his forehead. Taking a step closer Logan extended a hand to grab Roman’s, but stopped himself. Deciding to try and keep the situation from getting any worse, and ignoring the ever growing urge to reach forward and hold Roman, to shake him and ask why he was so closed off, but instead he stood behind a kitchen island, watching the man in front of him try to perform out of the questioning.

“Firstly the sky is blue because the particles scatter in the earth's atmosphere, and blue particles make up the majority. Giving the impression that the sky is blue. Secondly something is clearly wrong. You have been moping around the house all day, you haven’t sang one song in at least three, which for you is cause to call the authorities, and you have barely look at me when we talk.” As he spoke Logan’s shaky voice rose, almost raising to a shout, before he stopped himself. The rolling eyes of Roman was almost enough to make Logan sick. Anger and snapping had been an issue of his for the year they had been romantically involved, and he tried to work on it. Honest to the catholic god he had, but sometimes his voice was cotton filling his mouth, and the only way to get relief was opening it. With a slow shaky sigh Logan pinched the bridge of his nose shaking his head slightly. “Roman my dear, I’m sorry for raising my voice. I am just… concerned with your recent behaviors. You have been pulling away from me, ignoring your usually constant need, to perform in some sort of way, and it makes me feel like something is up.”

Finishing his sentence with a slow sigh Logan made a small nod toward himself, giving himself his own appreciation. Silently walking through the checklist he and his therapist had worked through. Use I feel statements, Take a deep breath, and let him know you need a break when needed. So far he had been 3/3, and he smiled softly at the small sense of pride welling in his chest. The light diminishing when he saw the growing infuriated expression of his counterpart. Romans hand let go of the tea bag, the contact announced with a single splash. He held onto the side of the counter almost like it was his life raft, and the ocean inside of him was raging.

“Pulling away from you?” Roman echoed his words, his voice a deadly quiet. Barely enough to hear, a hushed and angry whisper. “Who’s the one who shooed me away when I tried to hold you? Who’s the one who hushed me when I ‘performed’? Because it wasn’t me.” “Roman I was busy-” But Roman had just started, and he was far from over. The tsunami that was his words had been building up, and Logan just opened the floodgates.

“What about every other time? You’ve made me feel like a guest in my own home Logan! God when I moved in I thought things were going to be different.” “Are- you’re serious? All this because I wouldn’t dance with you? I want to make sure I’m hearing you right. You’re questioning living together because I won’t dance with you?” The disbelief was thick in his voice. Part of him knew he should have shut up, and when the decaying roses that made up Romans eyes retreated back to the mug, and as a few tears started to fill the spots the wilting rose left behind Logan knew he should’ve said something else. And the growing pit in his stomach told him he needed to say something else. But he didn’t. Silence hung over them, the tension thick enough to cut through. And just when Logan was about to turn away Roman spoke again. His voice quiet, like he was vocalizing a thought he wasn’t sure of yet, and the subtle tremble in his voice sent a cold shiver down Logan’s back. “It’s not… just about the dancing. I was trying to tell you I loved you, and everytime you pushed me away it felt like you were… rejecting me.” Oh. Oh. How could he not see it, Roman was pulling away, the entire time he was pulling away because of him, and he was too blind to see it. Letting out a slow sigh Logan gave into the urge to pull Roman closer. Picking up his hand gently he took note of how warm the others hand was in his, how cold his must have been in comparison. Making sure Roman set the mug down he pulled him a little closer, his other arm slithering around his waist. Doubt started to wash over himself in waves. Actions like this weren’t something Logan was accustomed to. He loved Roman, he truly did. But he always thought it was something that was assumed, something he already knew. Only when Roman’s eyes widened slightly, and the crease in his brow smoothed over just for a bit, and only when the preformed facade Roman had faltered for a second, he realized. Roman had no clue that Logan actually cared about him. And that fact made his heart crack slightly. This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

“Roman. I could never, would never, and will never reject you. You make… you make things make sense. You make feelings seem natural. I used to be terrified of feeling, of love, of you! But… you made it all seem okay. You made it less scary because while this is all new territory to me, you were right beside me. Your eyes are like the most perfect galaxies, to the point I don’t need to stargaze anymore. Roman god… you’re my stars, my moon, and everything in between. You are perfect to me, and I would be insane to think anything else.”

Roman looked up to him, the tenseness in his back slowly relaxing into Logan's touch. Shaking his head quietly he let out a small sigh, a slight frown tracing pink lips.

“Lo… it is nice of you to say that, but I need to feel that in order to be happy in this relationship. This isn’t love if all I get is a monologue every month. Do you get where I’m coming from?”

“Yes… yes of course. I promise I will be better at that, now. Would you care to dance?” “Nothing would make me happier.” And the two danced, spinning each other around their poorly lit kitchen, and for the first time for a while, Roman felt loved.

Making plans like

This scene. This scene means so much.

They have come so far from where they started. At the beginning of the series things were so different, now they will not tolerate these dark sides coming and trying to bring up Virgil's past as if it is any reflection of who he is now.

Sander Sides As Youtubers

Logan:

Roman:

Patton:

Virgil:

Deceit:

Remus:

so hot take ft. undertale au

I cannot believe I never posted this XD

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Remus: Every major city has banned me from using their public transit system except Melbourne, Australia. I have no idea what their breaking point is, but mark my words, I will fucking find it.

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Hello! *hugs back*

Has this been done before?

Remus Sanders has been hiding from us for 3 slutty, slutty years

I want to thank you guys for this episode. I've struggled with intrusive thoughts for so long and it's always really bothered me, but Logan in this episode really really helped. It was exactly what I needed to hear. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Thank you for tackling this topic and handling it in such a good way.

I’m glad it was helpful to you. Thomas and I have been talking about doing an episode on this subject matter for quite some time, and there was a lot to iron out. Thomas was understandably nervous about pushing the boundaries of his channel, and this series, because, of course, he didn’t want to upset any viewers. I, on the other hand, was very worried about the prospect of presenting a totally palatable version of inrusive thoughts, because that’s not what intrusive thoughts are. My greatest fear was representing intrusive thoughts in a way that makes people who are struggling to deal with their intrusive thoughts think “oh those are the kind of thoughts people are uncomfortable thinking about, then I must be really fucked up. Maybe I actually am a bad person.” So we ultimately decided to kind of “go there”– at least more than any other Sanders Sides episode– with the hope that the people who really needed to, would heed the content warning.

I still deal with intrusive thoughts today, but I have a pretty healthy relationship with them. That said, I used to really beat myself up about thinking certain thoughts. I remember certain nights, crying myself to sleep because I thought things that were “unforgivable.” I ultimately wanted this to be a video that could help people like my younger self: thoroughly reasoning through why those thoughts don’t make you evil, as well as being able to associate those horrifying thoughts with a silly, stupid, blithering asshole who (for me) is fun to watch.

things i remember about the new video

dark side is stinky werewolf man

vIRGIL WAS A DARK SIDE

roman like died or something idk

VIRGIL!!!

there was a song? at some point? lowkey looked like an 80s music video maybe?

EX DARK SIDE VIRGIL CONFIRMED

romans bro is a werewolf who wants to fuck logan maybe?

“BECAUSE I WAS ONE OF THEM”

uhhhh. patton was there

LOGAN AND PATTON NOT EVEN SEEMING SHOCKED WHEN REMUS HINTED AT VIRGIL AND HIS SHARED PAST

logan FINALLY getting the respect he deserves

THOMAS WHY DIDNT U ASSURE VIRGE THAT EVERYTHINN WAS OKAY

hhhh hhh buttholes

CAN I GET A WAHOO FOR DARK SIDE VIRGIL

Behold: the exact moment Virgil shattered my heart.

I FOUND ANOTHER ONE

I'm so sorry