Sanders sides as things my friends have said 2:
Janus: Wow. Donald Trump is such a good president.
Roman: YOU LIKE HIM!?
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Patton: I wouldn't hurt a soul but if you judge eone for something they can't control, you have no soul.
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(Texting)
Remus: Wanna hang out.
Virgil: No. I'm not in for socializing today.
Remus: We could kill someone.
Virgil: I'll come back to you.
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(School AU)
Patton: What's wrong.
Virgil: I'm freaking out about the english assignment.
Patton: The deadline isn't for a week.
Patton: Aren't you done with it.
Virgil: ... I'm freaking out because you aren't
Patton: Why?
Virgil: idk
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Logan: I am done with this weeks work.
Roman: It's tuesday.
Patton: Logan. Did you sleep.
Logan:
Patton:
Logan: No.
Day 13 - Everyone is born with a super power, but when soulmates are together their powers are nullified by each other.
Pairing(s): Romantic Intrulogical, Romantic Moceit, Romantic Prinxiety (background), Familial Anxceit
TWs: swearing, one mention of puking [nothing detailed], innuendo, Remus being Remus
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Logic reigned at night in Newmind City.
Okay, that may not be entirely correct; the quicker the time sluggishly dragged itself towards 6 am, the faster the brain cell count dwindled. Stupider and stupider decisions were made edging the lines of the illegal and bordering on the disastrous.
No, the Logic that owned the night came in the form of the superhero; Logic.
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Oh oh oh if you’re doing requests could you do some anxceit? Either fluff or hurt/comfort?
TW: abuse, kissing, food mention, panic attacks (i was listening to the mountain goats ok)
Janus sat against the wall of the garage, just relieved to have escaped the screaming and yelling and broken plates from inside. He stared at his recent texts, Virgil’s message reassuring him. His boyfriend was coming to help him calm down from this panic.
His hands shook as he heard footsteps padding up the drive, seeing Virgil approaching, phone in hand. He started to get up before stumbling and letting Virgil come to him.
“Virgil, I- I should be used to this, I’m sorry-”
Warm hands wrapped around his torso. “No, no, it’s okay, you shouldn’t be used to this. You shouldn’t have to be.”
Janus buried his head in Virgil’s neck, sinking into his boyfriend’s warmth. God, his parents would kill him if they saw this.
He eventually steadied his breathing, drinking in the scent of Virgil’s hoodie.
“Would your parents get angry if you left?”
“I don’t think they care where I am,” Janus mumbled into the soft fabric.
“We could go hang out at a cafe, or get ice cream.”
Janus’s expression relaxed as he pulled his head back, pressing a long kiss to Virgil’s lips. “Yeah. I think I’d like that.”
I’m late but Happy Sanders Sides 4th Anniversary ! It took me quite some time to ink and color. I’m sorry for the bad cropping on some of the images, I had to keep them at them same size ; ; I hope you will all enjoy it anyway !
Virgil: pining over. i want to be loved now.
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Heyyyy...uh demus?👉👈
Uhhhm, idk if you meant to send this to me, or what the context was as theres no indication of anything specific, buuut sure, have some Demus :D
(They really do be like *heated staring intensifies*)
I have to agree. Ouch.
From this
Notes: I thought about a happy ending...if you guys ask for it, maybe I'll write it.
Ships: Familial Anxceit, platonic Dukeceit (briefly mentioned)
"Sing to me," Anxiety said as he flapped his hoodie sleeves, plopping down on Deceit's bed across from the older side.
"Of course." Deceit smiled and Anxiety laid down, his head on the other's lap. He was only 7 at the time, while Deceit was 18.
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Anxiety sighed heavily, knocking on Deceit's door.
"Dee?"
"Definitely don't come in." Anxiety smiled slightly, but it faded quickly. He opened the door, stepping inside and shutting it behind him. Deceit lounged in his bed in silk pajamas, black with yellow trim. "What can I-"
"Sing to me?" Anxiety blurted, his cheeks going red when he realized he interrupted Deceit. The 16 year old toed at the floor, glancing away.
Deceit cocked his head, smiling softly.
"Of course, Anx."
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"Dee," Anxiety clung to Deceit, suddenly feeling small despite being an adult, "Dee, they- they hate me- I-"
"Anx," Deceit ran his hand through Anxiety's hair like he had a million times before, soft and understanding and everything he needed right now, "calm down. Maybe they do, but I don't. Remus doesn't either. Alright?"
"...alright," Anxiety agreed, taking a deep breath, "sing to me?" Deceit smiled, blissfully unaware of the fact that this would be the last time he'd be asked to do this.
"Of course."
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Deceit fixed his hat, bracing himself before stepping into the room.
"Hello Anxiety."
"Virgil, actually."
Oh.
"Ah. You told them your name before me?" He asked, a bit of his hurt seeping into his tone.
"Duh." Virgil looked annoyed with him- no, more than that. He looked angry, like he wanted him gone. Deceit knew their fight was bad, and that he'd...left them, but... "Do you want something or could you do me a favor and leave?"
Deceit blinked, heart aching.
"...of course."
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I’ll start glowing in a second, I swallowed a flashlight!
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Roman: I'm a what, Logan?
Logan: A WENCH.
Roman: why are you calling me a wench, dude?
Logan: you are a wench.
Roman: you know not what I am...
Logan: you are crust on this Earth.
Roman: *confused laughter*
Logan: you are the box the pizza comes in.
Roman: are you calling me cardboard?!
Logan: you are the cardboard waste covered in stains of grease and malice.
Roman: you are disgusting, YOU ARE DISGUSTING!
Roman: if I were to take you... and put you on my pizza, it'd become a disgusting pizza.
Logan: you are disgusting.
*later*
Roman: I hope you break an arm, Logan.
Logan: I hope you break your kneecaps and can't ever walk again
Roman: dude, when you die, I'm gonna get you out of your grave, kick you, and then put you back in
Logan: when you die, I'm going to flip your tombstone upside down so it says everything backwards and then no one can read it
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