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Recommend Sanders Sides AUs
AKA my favorite Sanders Sides AUs on this hell site, in no particular order. Also this gets long so buckle up, buttercup.
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This one isn’t quite as long as the first part of this mess. I will expand upon this if I come across any more great AUs.
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“You are trespassing here, human.” with Dragon!Logan please? To any of the others is fine :)
Logan watched the Human sneak through his cave. There were two pieces of cloth attached to each side of his chest like slings and Logan could see the bundles squirm every now and then but the man would shush the little bundles and continue sneaking through Logan’s hoard.
His hoard was mainly old books, carpets and maps. But, in a nest made of soft blankets, there were vials of potions that Logan was taken from old mages. Logan treasured those potions though he would never use them himself. And it seemed that Logan’s little intruder was heading right to those precious items.
The intruder didn’t seem to realize that Logan was awake. The Human kept glancing at him anxiously but kept creeping closer to the potions. Logan growled deep in his throat and the Human froze. Slowly, the Human turned to face him, pressing protective hands on the slings sitting on his chest.
“You are trespassing here, Human,” Logan growled. He stood up, maps and rugs falling off of him as he did so. His wings stretched before dropping down against his back. The Human backed up from ginormous Dragon and Logan watched him intently. “You have snuck into my hoard and are here to steal my precious treasures.”
The Human’s heartbeat was going crazy and Logan could hear the Human’s breathing become swallow. “I, I came here to find something.”
“Find something,” Logan repeated incredulously. Annoyance sparked in him and he snarled, the Human flinching back at his sharp teeth. “You mean steal.”
‘No,” the Human cried. “I mean yes! Please, it’s very important!”
“This is my hoard,” Logan growled. “And you are a thief who has come in the dead of the night to steal from me! My books and my potions!”
“Please,” The Human begged. “I need something and it’s very important-”
“FALSEHOOD!”
The Human stumbled back as Logan lurched forward, baring his teeth. He had no real intention to eat the Human but he loathed when people tried to lie to him. If this Human wasn’t careful, he’d be taken for a flight before Logan allowed him to leave.
But, both of them stopped dead when a cry echoed through the cave. Logan’s eyes snapped down to the slings on the man’s chest and cocked his head at the whimpers and cried coming from them. The Human quickly started swaying back and forth, cooing down at the slings.
It sounded like Human Hatchling. But, why would the thief bring children with him?
“You’ve brought Hatchlings,” Logan mused.
The man’s eyes snapped up and he tensed. For the first time since he had arrived, he looked ready to fight. “You’re not going to hurt them,” he snapped. “They’re mine.”
“And yet you’ve brought them to my hoard,” Logan said, leaning closer to try and get a better look. But the man stepped back and glared at Logan. “Let me see them.” When there was no answer, Logan softened a touch. “Please. I will never harm a Hatchling.”
For a few moments, the man didn’t move. But then the man stepped closer, slowly and nervously. Once he was close enough, Logan leaned close to look at the Hatchlings at he felt himself balk in surprise.
In each sling was a tiny little baby, one a little larger than the other. Both were identical in looks except for the scales on their faces. One had green and yellow scales on his left cheek surrounding a yellow eye. The other had far fewer scales than his twin. Underneath his eyes were vibrant purple scales that seemed to sparkle.
“Curious,” Logan breathed. “I did not know that Human Hatchlings had scales.”
“They don’t normally,” the man said. “But, well, they were cursed, you see. Their parents upset a local Sorcerer their children were cursed as revenge. They were abandoned to die but I couldn’t just let babies die.”
Logan watched the babies as they squirmed in their slings. The one with purple scales extended a hand toward Logan, eyes shining bright with interest, but his caretaker quickly pushed the hand back down.
“How were they cursed?” Logan asked. “Is it just the scales? They can be rather tiresome but one can learn to live with them.”
The man shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t be here if it was just the scales. I love their little scales, they’re beautiful. The real curse is that the scales will keep coming. And coming and coming until they’re covered with them. And the day that the last piece of skin is covered is the day that they die.”
The Human ran gentle fingers over the larger baby’s green and yellow scales, coaxing a giggle out of him. “I don’t want them to die. They’re innocent and they’re mine.” He looked up at Logan with teary eyes. “I love them,” he whispered. “I can’t just let them die.”
Logan felt his heart thaw at the man’s story and he nodded. “I understand. I too once had a child. A son by the name of Roman. He is grown now and has a mate of his own. But if he was threatened in any way, I would do anything to save him.”
He sighed and flicked his eyes back down to the babes. “Do you know the name of the potion that you require?”
Tears leaked out of the man’s eyes and a relieved grin grew on his face. “Yes, yes! It’s called Praepediens et de Scales. I was told that it’s a very dense red potion. It won’t make the scales go away but it will stop any more from growing.”
Logan nodded and took a few steps toward the nest of blankets where the potions were kept. He heard the Human gasp as he stepped over him but the Human didn’t move as Logan gently picked up one of the vials in his mouth. He walked back and set the vial at the man’s feet.
“Praepediens et de Scales,” Logan said, straightening back up. “Here.”
The man bent down and took the vial, holding it reverently. “Thank you,” he sobbed. “Thank you so much. If they’re anything I can do to pay you back, I’ll do it.”
Logan shook his head. “I ask for nothing more than you and your children’s names.”
The man grinned at him, not bothering to wipe away his tears of joy. “My name’s Patton Heart. And this one,” he pointed at the larger baby with the green and yellow scales, “is Dee. This,” his finger moved to the smaller one with the purple scales, “is Virgil.”
“Patton Heart,” he said softly. “Know that you and your children are welcome back to my cave anytime.”
Patton left that day with several more thanks given and tears shed. The day ended with Logan being happy with the fact that he had saved two young boys from terrible fates, even if he had to have lost one of his vials of potions to do so.
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Colors of the Wind
oof yall this is part one of a collab with the amazing, brilliant, showstoppingly talented @aliferous-ly that we’ve been working on for,,,, a while,,,,, hope you enjoy! i wrote this chapter, ollie’s gonna reblog with part two
summary: He knocked three times. The door swung open and he spoke before taking in the sight of the man before him, spurred on by sleeplessness and anger. “My apologies for bothering you, but your incessant need to belt Disney songs at three in the morning is getting to be a nuisance. Could you perhaps…”
He glanced up finally, his eyes meeting the eyes of the man before him, and — oh. Oh no. Oh no.
pairing: Logince, soulmate AU where the world is black-and-white until you meet your soulmate, but also with the prompt of “my next-door neighbor won’t stop singing at three in the morning and i have to go confront him oh wait hecc he’s actually cute”
It was three AM.
He’d gotten home at a reasonable hour — seven PM, to be precise. He’d eaten a healthy dinner, gotten ready for bed, turned off the lights and climbed into bed at a perfectly normal hour… and was struck with the sudden light of inspiration.
Logically, he thought, an hour of work couldn’t hurt. The night remained young, being just after nine; he’d work for a small while — simply outline his new idea — and be back in bed before his sleep schedule could be impacted. He had a clear, concise plan. Nothing could go wrong.
Technically a falsehood. In fact, everything could go wrong. In fact, he’d find himself still wide awake, hours later, still typing away as night drifted into morning. In fact, he’d forget all about his “sleep schedule” in favor of getting his idea down on paper, in favor of researching and planning and outlining and writing. And now…
It was three AM.
He sat hunched over his laptop, sipping occasionally from a cup of coffee laced with five-hour-energy, his fingers flying over the keyboard. Inspiration was normally such a fickle thing to come by; really, could he be blamed for acting on it? Even if it was three in the morning. He was perfectly capable of repairing his sleep schedule later on, after all. The hour dragged on, creeping later — or rather, earlier
It began at three-thirty.
“Someday my prince will come!”
It was loud and boisterous and oh-so-shocking after hours of silence, the song that filled his room, muffled by his bedroom wall. He jumped at the sudden noise, nearly spilling coffee across his desk. Roused from his work and stolen from his moment of inspiration, he glanced around the empty room with narrowed, bloodshot eyes.
It was three AM.
“Someday I’ll find true love!”
It was three in the morning and someone was singing. To be honest, he felt almost relieved; at least he wasn’t the only one with such an atrocious sleep schedule. Now that the moment of shock had passed, he relaxed back into his seat, his fingers slowly beginning their tired journey across the keyboard once more.
The singer’s voice was melodic and cheerful, brimming with confidence; it broke the silence quite nicely and offered something for Logan’s wandering brain to focus on while he worked. The mellifluous song floated through his room and he let out a breath, quickly clicking between tabs as he got back to work, the singer switching to another song.
A mini concert was unexpected, to say the least… but it wasn’t exactly bad. In all honesty, the songs worked as a comforting backdrop to an otherwise silent night. No, this wasn’t bad at all. He could handle this.
He could not handle this.
Three days later and three AM once more, Logan remained cognizant. Not because he wanted to be awake — in all honesty, he’d gone to bed at a reasonable hour, and had fallen asleep quite quickly — but rather because his loud neighbor decided that three AM was once again the perfect time to practice his endless belting.
“I can show you the world!”
The voice came from the room on the other side of his bedroom wall, but they sounded so loud that they might as well have been in the room. It was no longer the comforting backdrop it had been a few nights prior; it had transformed into an endless torture device, an infuriatingly loud annoyance, keeping his sleep at bay.
“Shining, shimmering, splendid!”
He groaned, glaring blearily up at his ceiling through a veil of darkness. His eyes burned with the effort it took to stay awake, yet his brain refused to allow him sleep when Sir Sing-A-Lot refused to allow him quiet. Who sang at three in the morning anyway?
Well, surely he couldn’t allow this to go on for any longer. He required at least some sleep to be able to function normally, after all; logic could not persist through sleeplessness. He’d have to confront his inconsiderate neighbor.
It was four AM when the singing finally stopped.
It was six AM when Logan’s alarm went off.
He dragged himself to the kitchen feeling neither well-rested nor okay, his eyes bloodshot and his hair a bedraggled mess atop his head. A frustratingly catchy tune from some Disney film played over and over in his head, the man’s cheerful early-morning singing stuck deep within his brain.
“Dude? Lo? You, uh… you okay there?”
It was ten AM, and he sat inside a crowded coffee shop, staring deep into the dregs of his coffee as if it could banish this saccharine song from his head. Why had his neighbor chosen to sing Frozen last, of all things?
“I am… I am perfectly fine, Virgil. No need to…” He yawned widely, then blinked at Virgil with bleary eyes. “No need to worry.”
Across the table, Virgil raised an eyebrow, taking a disbelieving sip of his coffee. “Mhm. Yeah. You’re fine. And I’m Mickey Mouse.”
“But you’re not —”
“Exactly. Didn’t you sleep at all last night?”
Logan dragged his hand over his face, wishing desperately for the caffeine in his coffee to kick in. “I know what you’re thinking, Virgil, but this is not my doing. My neighbor was up all night, singing.”
“Singing?” Virgil asked, incredulous. Logan nodded, taking a gulp of scalding hot coffee without so much as a flinch. He’d transcended pain; his exhaustion transcended feeling.
“Yes. Disney songs, all throughout the night. I can hear him through my wall.” Logan didn’t notice the way Virgil’s eyes narrowed slightly, one eyebrow raising as if to say “I can’t believe it.”
“…Lo, did this guy have a really loud, overly-dramatic voice? Like…” He quickly sang the first line of a song, his voice hushed but so boisterous, so dramatic, so much like Logan’s neighbor that he shuddered, yawning widely once more.
“Yes, that’s exactly like it. Don’t tell me you know him?”
Virgil let out a long, drawn-out sigh, and took a long sip of his coffee. “Rest in peace, Logan’s sleep,” he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I know him, dude. And you’re screwed.”
It was 2:56 in the morning and he stood outside of his neighbor’s door, his eyes bleary and his mind sluggish from exhaustion. A day of work had left him too exhausted to fight, so he’d gone to bed without confronting his annoying neighbor — but a night of singing had left him too annoyed to not fight, so he’d left his house and gone to complain.
Virgil had given him all the information he’d needed, and he felt confident that he’d be able to coax silence out of the annoying neighbor. He wouldn’t allow this illogical singing to go on for any longer; it needed to come to an end.
His neighbor was an emotional man, as Virgil had said — not as emotional as Virgil’s boyfriend but enough so that Logan should have no problem getting a promise from him. All he had to do was look exhausted — check — and explain how much this was affecting him, and probably the man’s other neighbors as well. Play to his good nature.
But he was also a stubborn man; impossibly so, judging by the crinkling of Virgil’s nose and the frustration in his voice. Logan readjusted his tie and pushed his glasses further up his nose, prepared to stand his ground if need be.
He knocked three times. The door swung open and he spoke before taking in the sight of the man before him, spurred on by sleeplessness and anger. “My apologies for bothering you, but your incessant need to belt Disney songs at three in the morning is getting to be a nuisance. Could you perhaps…”
He glanced up finally, his eyes meeting the eyes of the man before him, and — oh. Oh no. Oh no.
The world snapped into focus, into color, and it was so shocking that he nearly fell over, stumbling away from the man. It seemed the man had been met with the same, sudden blast of color; his grin grew wide and his face grew flushed.
And Logan, for all he boasted of his loquaciousness, could only say two words to the man he now knew to be his soulmate, his other half, the “color in his world,” as they said.
“Holy shit.”
(i’m so proud of both of us but especially the wonderful, incredible, amazing writer @rose-gold-roman ))
“Mister I’ll… Make a man… OUT OF YOUUUU!” Roman bellowed, bending with his remote dramatically as if he were performing in front of thousands. He liked to think the world was his stage. At any destination, at any hour.
“Tranquil as a forest, but on fire, within,” Roman continued, eyes closed to enhance the experience. Rapid fire knocking interrupted him and Roman swiveled, a frown lining his face as he paused the music on his phone, the bluetooth speaker cutting off instantly.
Picking his way through his living room, Roman caught sight of the time – 2:56 am. Ah, shit. Perhaps he’d gotten a little carried away. One of his neighbors, probably old Mrs. Riley across the hall, was coming to chew him out.
Roman braced himself to be completely annihilated by an old woman a foot shorter than him, and if he opened the door a bit gingerly, that was for him to know alone.
When Roman caught sight of who was on the other side of the door… well, nobody could blame him for freezing at the sight of such a cute individual, sporting mussed hair and crooked glasses.
“My apologies for bothering you, but your incessant need to belt Disney songs at three in the morning is getting to be a nuisance,” he said, hands fluttering over his front. “Could you perhaps…” He looked up and locked eyes with Roman in the midst of his sentence, and the first thing Roman could think was wow, he has the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. The second was holy shit is this what color looks like?
The third was, to put it simply, holy shit.
“Holy shit,” the man in front of him said, eyes wide. Roman felt a grin break across his face, gaze flickering around their face and shoulders, taking in the faded color of their pajamas and the ombre of their hair. Oh. Oh wow. He had no clue what color brushed the tips of his hair, but he loved it.
Roman started a low yell, like a hum in the back of his throat that grew as the seconds continued, hands finding their way into his hair in confusion. The only words he could choke out ended up being, “YOU’RE MY SOULMATE?”
“APPARENTLY!” he yelled back, bewildered and frantic.
“You came to yell at me for singing Disney!” Roman shouted indignantly.
“Well, it is rather obnoxious!” he shot back, hands adjusting his glasses.
Roman stared at him, his neighbor with colored hair and bright lips, flushed cheeks and mussed hair, and thought, I will love him. No doubt or regret in his mind, only the single, stagnant thought: I will love him.
Their gaze was like the searing touch of fire and starlight all at once, movements languid but jerky. I will love him.
“And at last I see the light,” Roman whispered, starstruck by the glittering gaze of his soulmate. “And it’s like the fog has lifted.”
“Wh-what?” he stammered back, cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Are you singing?”
Roman grinned, raising his voice to be heard. “And at last I see the light! And it’s like the sky is new… and it’s warm, and real, and bright…” he edged closer to his neighbor with each word, a playful lilt to his voice.
“What are you – stop that!” he said, clearing his throat and attempting to remain composed, his neck rapidly turning a deep pink, the blush travelling to his ears and face as he pushed at Roman’s advancing figure. Roman’s arms circled his shoulders, lightly holding their side lest they fall.
“And the world has somehow shifted…” Roman trailed off, blinking down at his neighbor, his soulmate, his soon-to-be lover, the man he would fall in love with… “All at once, everything seems different…”
At a loss for words the man stared at him, lips parted ever so slightly, hands lightly pressed on Roman’s chest and cheeks a beautiful rosey color, and Roman lost all cognitive ability.
One more line to the song. One more line, and this moment would be perfect. “Now that–” Roman tried, throat filling with emotion and clogging his singing. “Now that I–” Roman stuttered, for the first time, in the middle of singing.
His soulmate reached out and hesitantly brushed his fingers against Roman’s cheek, taking a shuddering breath and singing, “Now that I… see… you…” softly, words warbling with nerves and uncertainty.
It was the most beautiful thing Roman had ever heard.
“What’s your name?” Roman murmured, unwilling to blink, unwilling to break the moment. They were in their own personal bubble, nothing could break them apart, and Roman felt invincible.
“Logan,” he said in a rush. “My name is– my name is Logan.”
“Logan,” Roman repeated, trying the name on his lips. “Logan. I like that.”
Logan blinked rapidly and took a breath, but his eyes stayed on Roman’s. “And… and yours? What is your name?”
“Roman,” he said.
“Roman,” Logan said, laughter in his tone. “Fitting, somehow.”
“Yeah?” Roman teased. “Short for romance?”
Logan laughed and Roman felt his soul leave his body and transcend to another dimension. God, his laugh. Roman was hopeless. Hopeless.
When Logan covered his face to stop the remaining giggles jumping from his mouth, Roman sighed, lips settling into a smile.
I will love him.
And oh, how excited Roman was to fall.
Slimy Boi and Trash Rat: I always thought Deceit could do with a fancy golden throne. :)
From early summer 2020: The throne is my own invention and I decided Dee would appreciate some fancy tights and boots.
But here you are! Remus and Janus, lined like I usually can’t be bothered to do. I’m rather proud of it, if I’m honest. :)
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omg ok so this is my favourite trope rn, but maybe 'kissing to hide/disguise ourselves from an enemy' with either prinxiety, loceit, intrulogical, or analogical? maybe?👉👈🥺
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Virgil sprinted around a corner, followed closely behind by Logan, and followed not-so-far behind by the group of men that chased them.
His hand was in Logan's, tugging him along as he run and making sure he didn't fall behind. Still, he kept glancing back regularly, making sure Logan was still there, even with his warm hand holding onto Virgil's own.
They turned another corner, and Virgil suddenly spotted an alleyway. His mind was going even faster than he was, so he immediately knew what to do, and he quickly pulled Logan into the alleyway.
He looked around, and swore under his breath.
"They will see us," Logan said, also looking around frantically.
Then, something seemed to click in his head, and Virgil knew just by looking at him that Logan had a plan.
He dropped Virgil's hand, which shouldn't have been as much of a disappointment as it was. Then, Logan took off his glasses, reaching up to mess up his always-neat hair.
"Take off your jacket," Logan said, and Virgil obeyed the command without question. "It stands out too much. Drop it behind one of those boxes."
Virgil dropped it behind a box.
"What now?" He asked, glancing warily at the entrance of the alleyway as he listened to the footsteps getting closer.
Logan reached up, cupping Virgil's face with one hand and standing up on his tiptoes so their heads were about the same height.
"Forgive me for this," Logan said. "It might be uncomfortable, but I believe this is our best chance."
Then, before Virgil could ask him what he was doing, Logan leant in and kissed him.
For a moment, as Logan's lips moved against his own, Virgil was frozen. His brain seemed to be malfunctioning, as this was the last thing he'd expected Logan to do.
And then he kissed back: his hands landing on Logan's waist and instinctively pulling him in closer.
As his back hit the wall and the kiss deepened in a way that was completely unnecessary for the situation at hand, Virgil hardly noticed as the people who had chased them ran right past the alleyway.
And even though the kiss was now no longer necessary, neither of them decided to stop.
Guess What Sanders Sides Ship These Playlists Are For But It Gets Progressively Harder
don’t be shy op link the playlists
You know what? A couple of ppl have asked this and I’ve decided I have no fear so @deathcanbegreat @stardustsides and anyone else who wanted to see, here are my Sanders Sides Ship playlists
Bestest most dynamicest duoest duo
Princey, princey, princey (homoerotic)
You tickle me emo
The ugliness within you (neat!)
Falsehood
A pretty good team
That’s “your honor” to you
Is that fair to him?
Thank you for being on guard
Just like heaven
I’ll take care of him
Secret ingredient: love
You’re- ...good
Keep in mind that they’re just based on my music taste and they’re still works in progress so,,,
Saving to listen to later <3
Dumb idea but here me out.
An Adventure Time AU with Analogical and platonic Royalty. I might or might not actually write something for this eventually.
Virgil is Marshall Lee/Marceline Abadeer. A vampire who doesn't drink blood but the colour red, who is also part demon and child to Hunson Abadeer.
Logan is Prince Gumball/Princess Bubblegum. Ruler of the Candy Kingdom who has a great interest in science and technology.
Patton is Finn/Fionna. Last human in the Land Ooo who was raised by magic talking dogs.
Roman is Jake/Cake. Magic shapeshifting dog/cat in a relationship with a magic rainicorn.
Remy is LSP/LSP. Royalty from Lumpy Space that is over sassy and dramatic.
Emile is Lord Monochromicorn/Lady Rainicorn. Magic friend of the Candy Kingdom ruler and partner of the magic shapeshifting dog/cat.
Dumb Headcanons and Idea's with Koda.
Most of these are more for Human type AUs than anything else, fyi. I will add more as I think of them.
Logan has a series of learning disabilities. Mostly dyslexia but is also Autistic.
Both Roman and Patton have ADHD. Maybe Remus as well.
Janus of course has heterochromia. Occasionally he will be either blind or deaf with it.
Virgil has a social anxiety disorder, of course. Occasionally he will also be either deaf or blind, and more times than not will also have heterochromia.
Remy is narcoleptic with a severe caffeine addiction.
You can take Genderqueer!Emile from my cold dead hands.
creative blocks
I like how roman looks all sad and defeated. Remus more looks like oh boy when I get out of here your be sorry
ft. their onesies
Does any of my mutuals or anyone in general know of any group rp servers for Sanders Sides on Discord?
Virgil 👏 is 👏 smart 👏
And Logan knows it.
Here we see two examples of Virgil making points that Logan was going to make himself and Logan's reactions to them.
Do you ever think about how Logan realises how smart Virgil is, but then he gets sad knowing Virgil's fears stop him from being able to use his abilities to their full extend? Because i sure do.
that first Logan face is “hmm, yes, excellent point” and the second one is “well mark me down as annoyed and horny”
I know I'm OP, but this addition is too glorious to ignore.
Virgil: *is smart in a passionate/angry tone*
Logan:
Just two boys, loving and supporting their boyfs.
Analogical.
le me jus
*reblogs*
Prinxiety in skirts doodle for the soul, anyone?
Awwww!! 😍
Usbsjxjdhs AW!!!!
Logannnn
I rewatched the series and I love himmm
so muchhh
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he’s my perfect boy!
Gosh I'd *love* to see datleh Roman and Remus reuniting or just bonding those two have my /heart/
