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Just Anxiety

Hi there! This story isn’t something I would usually post on this account, but honestly this fandom is destroying my life and I just need to let out my feelings.

For those of you who don’t know, there’s a YouTuber named Thomas Sanders who has a series of videos called the Sanders Sides. These characters are basically physical aspects of his personality - and even then, they are still their own people. So this short piece will be written about that - if you’re not in the fandom, you may be really confused as you read this.

And to those who are Fanders - I wrote this before the video was uploaded on Monday (if you’re from the distant future, I’m referring to “Excepting Anxiety”). Also, this was based on a theory that was built upon by multiple people about Anxiety’s name being Ann, because he seems himself as JUST Anxiety.

Anyway, with that whole ramble out of the way, I hope you enjoy my first Sanders Sides story!

Title: Just Anxiety

Trigger Warning: Panic attack, minor swearing, mentions of static and buzzing noises, passing out

Please feel free to let me know if there’s anything else to tag!

“My name is Ann. Just Ann.” His cheeks began to color as he lowered his head, surveying the faces of those surrounding him. Silence lingered among the traits until they burst into laughter instead.

“Oh, I knew you had a soft side!”

“Yes, as Thomas would say this is quite-” There was a pause as Logic pushed up his glasses and thumbed through a few index cards. “Pure.” He stated after a few moments. He looked up with a small smile before Morality brought them into a group hug.

Roman sulked in the corner of the room, unsure of what to do. He wanted to celebrate along with the other sides, but he just couldn’t bring himself to smile. Not when he knew the truth.

“No it’s not.”

“Excuse me?” Anxiety - no, Ann rose an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing in the direction of Roman. What was his problem? Wasn’t he supposed to be sugar, spice and everything nice?

“That’s not your name.” Roman clarified as the other two traits gaped at him. Anxiety’s smile curled into a grimace, a growl rising from his throat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He huffed, finding that it was easier to look at the floor than Roman’s eyes.

“Don’t be a smartass,” The valiant trait paced forward, closer and closer. “That’s Logan’s role, not yours.” There he was, only a few shaky heartbeats away. No, stay away, stay away, stay away. “In fact, I don’t think you even have a role.”

Anxiety felt his breath shorten with each step, his heart clenching and convulsing irregularly. It made it harder to decipher the difference between a second and a minute, an hour and a day. Maybe it was night time already, because the world was growing dark. The ceiling was becoming littered with spots but they weren’t stars, which confused him. Stars didn’t come in shades of pink or green or blue, right?

“…Useless…There’s no point…He just makes us feel bad…Roman, stop…”

Yes, stop, damn it make it stop! A crude buzzing noise resonated in Anxiety’s head, causing the room to shift. It felt as if it were piercing his temple, the sound becoming shrill and drowning out their voices. Their voices, oh god, their voices, they were all the same. They were all the same.

“All his fault…Waste of space…Just another villain…”

Their voices crackled and the sound reminded him of popcorn. Suddenly he felt tired and the world seemed fuzzy. He felt fuzzy, too. Especially his head. Had Patton left the TV on? Was tonight supposed to be a movie marathon? Anxiety’s head began to throb along with his heart, his thoughts cluttered. The sound of static persisted, yet no one seemed to notice.

“At least we have personalities…He doesn’t…He’s just Anxiety…”

Just Anxiety.

Roman’s angry yells overpowered the static in his brain, his words forcing their way into his brain. He was reminded of his place, of this place and why he didn’t belong in it.

As quickly as everything had fallen in place, it all fell apart. The walls were collapsing in on him, all four of them, the three of them snickering as they began to close in on him. Anxiety felt himself falling, failing, when would it end? Anxiety felt himself float between this world and another, one that seemed brighter yet was darker in color. At times his senses piqued and others they flattened completely. But there was one thing that was certain; he just kept sinking.

Sinking in consciousness, sinking to the floor. Pressure against his upper back, muffled whispers, scattered notecards, the static persisting even through all of the turmoil.

And then it stopped.

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Hey guys! Well, no one is following me on this account (mainly because I was trying to figure out how side blogs work) so uh yeah. This is @love-and-logic and this is my sanders sides side blog! This is probably an account I’ll be more active on since it’s more relaxed than my standard poetry. Anyway, if you’re a fan of Thomas Sanders, feel free to come and peak at this account ^-^

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sometimes i wonder how a writer would describe me if i were a character in a book

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can we make this an ask meme?

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reblog this if you want a book description of you sent to your inbox

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THE LAST TIME I REBLOGGED THIS I GOT A BORDERLINE FANFIC SO SCREW IT

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THIS WOULD ACTUALLY BE P COOL

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Oh my god yes!!

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I know I haven't posted anything in forever (sorry I suck) but feel free to send me any requests of this!!

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When you step into a Monster House and you have a Pure Seed on you

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When you step into a monster house but the stairs are in the same room

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Drabble Challenge: 1-150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

“Who gave you that black eye?”

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

“I just like proving you wrong.”

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

“Forget it. You fucking suck.”

“Quit it or I’ll bite.”

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Take. It. Off.”

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

“Stop it! It tickles!”

“It’s okay to cry…”

“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

“D..did you just make that noise?”

“He’s a bad kisser.”

“You can scream if you want.”

“I didn’t know we were keeping track.”

“We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”

“One of them’s missing.”

“Save some for me.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re still mad?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“You better watch yourself.”

“Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”

“Why did we have to have kids?”

“Call on Line 1”

“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”

“I’m done! You can fix it!”

“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“Where did he go?”

“You leave whenever you feel like it.”

“I forgot I was a single parent.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  

“Frost the damn cupcakes.”

“Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”  

“I thought you were dead!”

“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  

“You just wanted them because the light up.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  

“It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

“I don’t do hugs.”

“Don’t talk anymore.”

“I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

“How do I even put up with you?”

“I said get rid of it.”

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“Can you just man up and change his diaper?”

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

“I have a secret.”

“I won’t let you get hurt.”

“You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

“He’s four years old!!”

“I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“Me and the boys will handle it.”

“You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“You’re a dork, just like your father.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Daddy!”

“I lost our child.”

“That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”

“My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”

“You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

“Come on, baby, up to bed.”

“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”

“Am I scaring you?”

“Run! You said you’d work out with me!”

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?”

“Trust me.”

“Scoot over a little bit, please.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

“Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“You got a cute butt.”

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”

“…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

“Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”

“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

“Have you seen my contacts?”

“Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

“Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”

“You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

“Is he coming home?”

“I prefer blondes.”

“No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”

“I let you win.”

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

“Can I do your hair?”

“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”

“I told you not to jump on the bed!”

“He’s pampering me, let him be.”

“Ready or not, here I come.”

“I’m worried about losing my job!”

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

“Happy new year!”

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”

“You nap, I’ll stay awake.”

“It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

“You fell asleep in the tub?!”

“Are you doodling?”

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

“Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”

“Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”

“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”

“Is this our closet? Or your closet?”

“If I win, you do dishes for a week.”

“Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”

“Use your words.”

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

“Get out of my face before I hit you.”

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”

“You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”

“Look! Fireflies!”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

“I just need ten minutes.”

*Make Your Own*

Happy Writing! Visit @prompt-bank for more prompts!

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im not going to be able to write all of next week, so please send me some prompts so i can queue up a few drabbles for you guys!!(:

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ok ya’ll i need to get my creative juices flowing so send me a number (or a few) & a sanders sides ship! tbh im pretty bad at writing super short fics so this’ll be a challenge.

((im gonna try to keep all requests as platonic as possible unless you specifically state that you want it to be romantic. also might have trouble writing logicality or prinxiety but i will try if you really want it! also definitely no romantic moxiety please! i see/write them as a father & son relationship!))

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Feel free to send in any of these Prompts!! I'm in a bit of a writers block but I still have an urge to write, you know?

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‘Other’ Sanders Sides Theory

When the Sides mentioned something about ‘others’, obviously everyone is freaking out. I’m freaking out, you’re probably freaking out, and the fandom probably screamed in unison. But what exactly are the others?

Well, I have a theory. That the ‘others’ are simply parts of Thomas’s personality that are more 2-Dimensional than the Sides. All of them are composed of their main purpose, sure, but they all have their own personalities and control other assets that make up Thomas. Think about it like this:

Logan: represents not only logic, but Thomas’s passion for learning and desiring more knowledge. Is also his curiosity, considering how he is genuinely interested in learning slang while most logical characters would berate it. 

Patton: isn’t just Thomas’s sense of right and wrong, but is his Heart. He embodies all of Thomas’s feelings (typically positive ones, but I’m sure Virgil isn’t the only one dealing with negative emotions). He is also a symbol of maturity and what it means to grow up, as well as to be tender and loving. 

Roman: is more than just Thomas’s creativity. He also embodies Thomas’s hope for the future, his goals in life. He is also Thomas’s courage, and lends him the passion he needs to help Thomas continue to improve. He’s a source of inspiration.

Virgil: obviously he’s Thomas’s anxiety, but as we’ve seen in Accepting Anxiety, he is also more than that. Sure, Roman helps Thomas to achieve his dreams (even if some of them are quite unrealistic), but Virgil forces Thomas to actually care about it. So, Virgil embodies his fears along with his motivation.

Which reminds me of a point Logan made; that Anxiety may not have had a physical form, but he was always present. Let that sink in. 

Perhaps the ‘others’ may not be as well developed as the Sides; they could just be flat characterizations of Thomas (perhaps his confusion, joy, whichever trait the other Sides don’t control). Perhaps they can’t form a physical form because they are simply doing their job, and nothing outside of it.

Or maybe there can only be four Sides at a time. What if every trait is constantly fighting inside of Thomas to be able to express themselves in a human body? It would explain why even Roman look disconcerted at their mention, who's brave enough to fight dragon witches. 

If there’s a theory already like this out there… whoops sorry!! This was just a bit of a ramble after watching Accepting Anxiety for like the 15th time. I’m not sure if this really makes sense, but I thought it was an interesting concept!

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100+ Followers!!

Oh my goodness! I didn't expect to have even 20 people enjoy my work, nevermind over a hundred! I'd just like to make this post to appreciate everyone who has ever liked, reblogged, or followed me. My more recent posts all have over 50 notes which is crazy to me... Even if it doesn't sound like a lot haha. But I want to let all of you know that every bit of support means so much to me, especially since writing is my future, as well as my present. I never thought I'd get this far - everyone, thank you so much! I love you all and I hope that I'm able to keep creating poems and stories that make you feel as deeply as I do right now!

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Reasons Why You Should Quit Writing Right Now

You suck. You’re bad. You’re busy. You’re lazy. You hate writing. You love not writing. You think writing is hard.

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I'm not kidding when I say I'm motivated by spite.

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She was like a city; beautiful but temporary. She was always changing for the people who ended up doing the same thing over and over. When oceans of people trickled into a river of the occasional passerby, the cycle would always restart by morning. They marveled at the lights in her eyes, discovered the crumbling alleyways of her mind, explored the monument that was her heart. But despite its capacity to hold so much love for so many people, it wasn’t enough. It was never enough to make them stay. It seemed as if she were made of skyscrapers, yet she still felt so small in comparison to the other lovely places. Perhaps a city was not made to be loved, only used. If only she were able to see the difference between the two. - i.b. // my heart burns to keep this town bright

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For Writers:

Reblog if it’s okay for your followers to leave you an ask telling you what the one thing is they remember you for as a writer.  Is it a scene or a detail or a specific line? Is it something like style or characterization?  Is it that one weird kink they never thought they’d be into, but oh my god wow self-discovery time?

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Once the clock struck 11:11 You told me to make a wish So I did. I wished for love But then I realised my wish had already come true In the form of you. Yet when I looked over my shoulder once more You had disappeared Leaving nothing but an alarm clock That read 11:12. - i.b. // you were just a dream that never came true

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“Follow your heart” they say But what piece do I follow if my heart is broken? As I start to wander in the dark I lose myself, unable to navigate when every star looks the same. But soon I find that I no longer need celestial light Now that your eyes have become my guide. With those familiar hues of blue, green and gray I regain my heart with every step I take. So I'll follow what's left of my healing heart Until I find my way out of the dark. But soon I find that there isn't just one part to follow When every piece is pointing towards you. - i.b. // you were the missing piece all along

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When you told me you loved me, you smiled As you dug the knife deeper inside my chest. Others would stare in awestruck terror Failing to notice that your hands were shaking. Perhaps you were only smiling So others would think this was all a joke. Although I didn't think it was funny As my blood mixed with your tears Forming a puddle that was red and blue But not quite purple. Perhaps that was a sign That we were never meant to collide. Blue isn't your color Just as red isn't mine Which is why we could never be purple. - i.b. // perhaps blue fits me better than you

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Prompts

I saw a couple of other people doing this so I thought I’d have a go too.

Reblog this and I’ll send a prompt to your ask box, oh and just to let you know It’ll be with my main blog, this is a side one.

Reblog away! 😊

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He is breathless, unable to tear his gaze away from hers. It’s not like all of the other times he’s looked at her though; no, there’s more to her eyes than simple physical beauty. There are clusters of clouds and masses of lightning. There are so many words that have died, the ones that have been revived being so few in comparison. Not only is there charm but there is intellect, which has been her beauty all along. “You are my shooting star,” He finally whispers, his thumb running over her palm in those irregular circles she’s so familiar with. “You’re going to be the death of me, but what a beautiful death it will be.” - i.b. // are you a comet passing by or a meteor crashing in?

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Every second spent with you Is more than I could have ever wished for. So please, do not bother to wrap yourself in sparkling paper Or to adorn your head with a glistening red bow. The only thing that I could ever ask for Is if you would mind giving me The rest of your time. - i.b. // now i know why this moment is called the present