Deceit Reference

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[what-even-is-thiss]

Guys this is very important.

I cannot stress this enough.

Please spoil the video for me.

[what-even-is-thiss]

I want spoilers from the video before I watch it. I am requesting spoilers.

[cruelbrainchronicles]

is this a trick?

[what-even-is-thiss]

No. I suffer from horrible secondhand embarrassment and lately TS videos have had more and more humor based around awkward or embarrassing things for some reason and tbh it kinda scares me so I’m trying to gauge how bad it is before I get into it.

[not-my-patton]

Roman rigs an election, Thomas participated in Cancel Culture of friend, they Mystery Science Theatre 3000 Frozen before writing Fanfic, Deceit gets his hat back, and Remus is occasionally there naked.

[warnadudenexttime]

Gonna spend the next seven years of my life trying to figure out if Remus’ eyeshadow is blue or purple

[warnadudenexttime]

Is Remus’ eyeshadow

black and blue

Or

White and gold

[what-even-is-thiss]

The answer of course is that the line between blue and purple is a social construct.

[rainbowplaidvirgil]

Blurple

[not-my-patton]

In order: Roman (the side), Virgil, Logan, and Remus.

[vale-gaai]

Hi, me again, projecting my inner conversations onto Thomas once more after I climbed a rock… although I suspect this one will be a lot less universally relatable than the plane one :’D

Still, shout-out to all my fellow climbing goblins! yall are validTM

[not-my-patton]

1) Love your style it’s awesome.

2) This is me, except I’d stay on the rock long enough to make a Spongebob Reference.

[not-my-patton]

Okay, so I have an idea that I’m just gonna leave here because I certainly don’t have the skills to execute it but think of this:

Jack, Mark and Thomas all switch Egos/Sides.

I know the idea of the Egos and Sides interacting has already been done before, as there is a really good fic series/universe that I lost that did this exact concept in a dreamscape sense. But what if, no rhyme or warning, they just had the wrong personalities with them.

Like Jack is okay, he’s doing fine, he’s managing. But Jesus fucking Christ Mark why do you have so many Egos?!?! Literally 4 of them are the same just in a different shirt like? When do you ever need this?

Mark is just kinda relieved because these Sides, as they’re calling themselves, genuiningly want to help him figure this out and DONT want to kill him. The worst ones are a snake personified and randomer version of Wilfred ML Warfstache. He could get used to this.

Thomas is losing his mind. He’s pretty sure two are dead, one wants to kill themselves, one is levitating to try and calm down the one in the corner of his ceiling all while some creapy glitch keeps talking about taking over his body cause he’s weak. And it’s only been twenty minutes.

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

THE NEXT VID IS GOING TO BE OUT REALLY SOON AND IMA FREAKIN OUT.

Reblog if you think the team needs sleep *reblogs own post*

[confusedbutamusedlolo-deactivat]

WAIT W H A T HOW SOON WHAT HAPPENED

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

MAYBE A FEW DAYSS

[not-my-patton]

This screenshot is the fandom in a nutshell. We’re all the mom friend telling our other friend who we found awake at 3AM to go to sleep.

[rilli-luci]

Profiles for an BATIM au I’m making with Thomas as Henry, Picani as Joey Drew, Virgil as Bendy and Roman as Alice Angel. I plan on making profiles and doodles of the others too :)c

Like my art? Commission me!

Check me out on Insta too!

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[fangirltothefullest]

ADORABLE!

[not-my-patton]

🖤

[the-ghost-of-pastels]

I loved drawing Patton in a tank so i decided to draw the rest of them too :D

[queercode-my-minecraft]

Ooooh these are lovely!

I notice that they’re dressed in their previous clothes/designs, is there a reason to set this in a timeline that could be paralleled to before Accepting Anxiety?

[theonlyjelly-iwillput-inmybelly]

This is great! Where did you get the inspiration?

[teacupfulofstarshine]

I LOVE MY SONS SO MUCH

[not-my-patton]

I’m sorry, but all I can think of is backstory to the Magical Boy Squad Art you also drew and just ALL THE IDEAS!!

[not-my-patton]

Set it Off - Part 1

So, this is all queued up because I’m on vacation right now so over the next few days one of six parts of my Reverse Big Bang Piece is going to come out. But thank you to @sanderssidesfanfiction for holding this event and thank you to @munchydork6 for the beautiful artwork that inspired this piece. Go check this out and the music that also helped me write this. And, without further ado, enjoy!

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Part 1 - I Think It’s Arrogance

Word Count: 1073

The stage was set for conflict.

Roman sat at the kitchen table, scribbling more videos ideas into a spiral notebook. Occasionally he’d rip out a page and throw the crumpled page of an idea into the trash, and sometimes he’d be caught staring at a random wall in a daze. Otherwise his determined eyes never left the page as more words flowed from his gel pen tips. Cross outs in red and annotations in gold with notes to self in purple over pink ideas.

Logan sat across from him, looking over his book of ideas. Not speaking; simply observing as he let the creative side do what it did best. Sometimes the logical nodded as Roman tossed something away, or checked his watch. But Logan mainly remained motionless: fingers clasped and eyes darting with every word Ro wrote.

Patton watched the tension silently grow between the pair from the safe distance of the couch. He’d try to offer the boys the food or a break, anything to break the silence they were drowning in, but Roman would wave him away while Logan shook his head. He clenched the cushions as Logan rose sharply from his position. It was about to begin.

“Roman, we not have the time to entertain every fantastical idea that enters your head. It’s been months since Thomas has made a video and the fans are getting impatient.” Logan stated, before throwing his hands on the table. “You need to settle on an idea and stick with it.”

“The day I settle with mediocrity is the day I die.” Roman proclaimed, whipping his head up sharply to look straight into Logan’s determined eyes.

“You … do understand that we cannot actually die. As manifestations of Thomas’ personal...”

“The point still stands!” Roman’s voice rose at the injection, causing Patton to hide all but his eyes behind the edge of the couch. He did not like fighting at all, despite Lo and Ro’s arguments becoming all too more commonplace nowadays. “All these ideas simply do not meet the high standard that Thomas sets for all his videos.”

“Unfortunately, Thomas also has a TIME standard requiring videos to be produced at a sufficient rate.” Logan refuted. His voice never rose, which a good sign to Patton. If Logan’s voice rose, then the two had hit the point of no return. “The last video of yours that met your unrealistically high standard was six months ago! We need to stop procrastinating and decide on a concept.”

“I am NOT procrastinating! I have been churning out idea after idea to fit our and Thomas’ needs.” Roman pushed back his chair, rising now to meet Logan’s level as he continued to rattle off his thoughts. “Reasonable budget, high production standard, balance of screen time, easily presentable and understood moral, serious yet lighthearted, progression of the story Thomas wants to tell. All these factors must be taken into consideration.”

“Well, maybe your priorities are being insufficiently managed. Under my observations you’ve seemed to produce several ideas that, with some more elaborative brainstorming, could yield promising results.” Logan took a step closer to Roman. Patton watched the standoff unfold. The signs of failing restraint on Logan’s end and the frustration clearly etched in Roman’s features.

“Yet none were the right idea. The idea that is not like the last, but better. All I can think of are ... basic premises and hasty executions. Clearly you don’t understand the struggles that come with Creative Block.”

Logan took a breath before continuing. “I believe that your creative flow is not being segmented but rather your struggle for a suitable concept is due to your warped narcissistic vision of perfection.” Patton shot up from hiding in alarm. The facade Logan likes to preserve was fading with a rising voice. If this argument were to progress much further, he wouldn’t be able to stop it.

“A view of perfection warped by your logical constraints! Clearly you don’t understand the truth that YOU are not the solution but part of the problem!” Patton has to say something to de-escalate them both. But what? What could he possibly bring to the table that would make both of their points valid, which they were. And would they even listen? All they ever saw him as was comic relief.

“I’M RIGHT AND YOU’RE WRONG!”

There they were. The five words that were the catalyst; the ones that signaled the point of no return. Patton closed his eyes and sighed as his fellow ideas launched into the verbal equivalent of war. Both Logic and Creativity—practical opposites—vomiting our their arguments in a desperate and vain attempt to prove that their side was right. Unable to end due outstanding pride both refused to admit they had, usually only stopping when …

“Where’s Virgil?” Patton asked to oblivious ears. The anxious side was both the only one with the guts to stop the bickering and nowhere in sight. Virgil, unfortunately, was the person to try and avoid any conflict the second it escalated. He was, after all, Anxiety. Patton had to find him. He walked past Logan and Roman like a ghost in the night. This was a common occurrence when the two argued: the world around them fading unless something jarring or someone very directly interrupted them. Patton was not one of those things, so he was simply ignored.

He stood in the hallway of the mindscape, where the doors of all Thomas’ Sides resided. The four core ones—himself, Ro, Lo and Virge—rested at the front while the ones yet to be revealed, similar to how Deceit used to be, lay beyond. But Morality didn’t care about those doors at this current moment in time. His eyes instead lay to rest on Roman’s door. A soft purple glow leaked out of its small opening, and soft music echoed in Patton’s ears. A song he didn’t recognize from a voice he did.

Virgil.

Patton pushed the already ajar door open more so he could see in. His movements were soft and controlled to avoid startling Anxiety. But he wasn’t there. The door to the imagination, however, was unlocked. It’s signature golden light leaked into the Creative side’s room as it intertwined with glittery dark purple, nearly black, light. The song Virgil sang was louder, but the words were still unintelligible

Only a fool would intrude Anxiety during such a personal moment. But like the fool he was, Patton entered.

[not-my-patton]

Another Random AU

So I’m probably NEVER going to write this so if someone else wants to pick this up then go right and do so. Especially since I’m writing I different take on the same concept.

Concept - Gravity Falls and Sander Sides Crossover AU.

Thomas visiting Gravity Falls where he finds a gem and accidentally causes himself to get Shattered into 4/5 parts of himself: the sides. Each one of them finds one of the Pines and befriends them. Roman to Stan, Logan to Ford, Patton to Mabel, and Virgil to Dipper. Eventually they find out what’s happened and realize they have to fuse to form Thomas again.

Four Parts - One Of the Sides likes the concept of being free and in control of themselves and don’t necessarily want to fuse. (I’ll admit, This part isn’t as fleshed out. I’m just offering the idea cause I know a certain side makes some people uncomfortable.)

Five Parts - They try to reform but they can’t cause a part of them is missing. Deceit just shows up randomly and now they’re all there, great!! Let’s fuse. Except now Virgil doesn’t want to fuse because something about Deceit is just wrong but he doesn’t know what it is other than he shouldn’t have two yellow eyes.

[what-even-is-thiss]

I make memes when I’m bored apparently.

[rocket-sith]

Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

[theawfuledges]

of course! anything you wanna know about whatever i’m writing or plan on writing, hmu!

[not-my-patton]

Offensive Defense

Happy Name Day Roman!! I’ve still got two hours here on the east coast so it counts still. Anyways, this kinda a squeal but also a stand alone in the same continuity as this Logan fic I wrote a while back that kinda blew up. I’ve actually had it in my drafts for a while and now I’ve finally had inspiration for it. So enjoy!!

Word Count: 1,143

Tag List: @patton-loves-coloring @jade-dragon226-fan @seas-space-and-stardust @im-hopelessly-crushed @moonstone-fox @iris-sanders-athena @pandapopgalaxy @cyberpunkjinx @radioactivehelena @virgils-hoodie @rose-gold-roman

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A single memory was better than nothing.

Each humans presented memories differently. For some it was sporadic, memories intersecting with each trying to recount what happened over and over again. Many had doors, locked away and protected waiting to be opened at the right moment. He even saw one person with strings, connecting every event that correlated with another together. For this one, memories were bubbles. Soft crystalline things that flashed snippet of that particular memory across its surface and showed the full thing like a movie once opened. Not the most common, but still up there.

Bill hovered over the orb, his fingers tingling in the emotion humans called excitement. Luck seemed to be on his side for once; the memory he wanted was right there in front of him. He could the familiar tantalizing events that trapped him in this meat suit. Even the voices that taunted him echoed at him once more.

“Well maybe there’s this one thing I’m wishing for.”

He just ... needed to see know what the rest of that thought was. Bill depended on it. He reached for it … and it pulled away from him. Memories never move away from him, but then again he was usually never inside’s one mind while they were conscious. He reached for it again, but it once more slipped past the reach of his hands. It spun around him; every time he was about to grab it, the memory got further and further from him. Then suddenly it shot into the distance into the hands of another figure.

“Sorry, but I don’t believe this belongs to you.” This one looked but Purple and Brain, but once more his entirely separate entity. He wore a pristine white princely outfit, with a red sash and golden embellishments. A crest rested on both his sleeves, but from what he had experience so far bore no relevance. His left hand gripped a sword and in his right was the memory. “Now leave.”

“Can’t do that, sorry.” He said, floating closer to his adversary. “Now, let’s make this easy. Hand over the memory.”

“And I’m a afraid I can’t do that.” Prince pushed the memory behind him and held his sword in both hands. Bill rolled his eye at the display of valiancy.

“Rule one.” The demon said, now appearing behind Prince. He grabbed the memory and floated out of reach just as the sword spun toward his arms. It missed by mere inches. “Never bring a sword to a magic fight.” Bill pushed on both sides of the memory, creating a small hole at the top. It followed out the new opening, projecting out above their heads.

"I'm sorry, did you assume it would be easy?" Glasses’ voice rang out, repeating the same words he taunted Bill with the first time they met. "Well, as the saying goes, to assume only makes an ass out of me and you."

Bill looked down at Prince, who had begun to chuckle to himself. “The real Rule One: never believe anything in my realm is real.”

“Who are you?”

“Creativity” The scenery around them began to change into an arena, with thousands of spectators watching every move they made. Prince still held a tight grip on his sword as he made a charge at Bill. He swallows the man, watching him disappear inside him. He took a few seconds to calm himself from the urge to fight before spitting Prince back out again. He had to remember the plan.

“I’m not here to fight you, kid.” Bill said, as Prince got ready to take another charge. “I just want to make a deal.”

“The only deal I’ll make is one to get you out of Thomas’ head.” A strong force knocked Bill to the other side of the stadium. As he hit the wall he saw a mighty dragon that had flown into the battlefield almost silently and knocked Bill with his tail. Prince was there a few seconds later, sword pointed straight through his eye. “Now, I won’t ask again. Leave.”

“Would if I could, kid.” Bill said, quickly vanishing from under Prince’s grip before hovering once more in his line of sight. “But I can’t and I won’t. But while I am here ... let’s just talk.” Bill made the scene around them dissolve, dragon and all, until it was simply just the two of them standing in a peaceful field.

“My mom did warn me about talking to inter dimensional demons, but I think for you I’ll make an exception.” Roman said, putting his sword away. “What’s part of this … deal you’re proposing?”

“Everything. I can give you money, fame, love, Power.” Prince’s hands went straight to his head, reaching for something that wasn’t there. A crown. It was working.

“And in return?”

“I just need you to give me control. Only for a little bit, then all of that can be yours. What do you say?” Blue flame danced on Bill’s hand as he reached it out to Creativity, but Prince turned away from in.

“You know, you make a pretty good case.” Prince started. The scene around them began to change again, but Bill didn’t seem to notice or care. “But I’m happy with where Thomas is right now. And if he is going to be successful and famous, which he will be if he already isn’t, then I’m not letting him take help from a Dorito. Besides what do my fans have to say about it?!”

A chorus of No’s echoed around them. Bill turned to see an audience full of Prince over and over again. Many were on their feet rejecting Bill’s deal. Some had shirts with Prince’s face in a heart. One version of Prince was even on his phone playing Galactica. The demon turned once more to see a full game show studio set up with all the works: a host of himself but in a white suit and red tie, dazzling lights all shinning on him, a showgirl that was really him in a dress showing off a prize he probably wouldn’t win. And Prince as the contestant, standing in front of a button with a glass case ready to cover it again.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Illuminati figurehead, but the people have spoken.” Prince grabbed the case and slammed it over the button. “No Deal.”

“What?!” It was all Bill could get out of him. How could he say No? Everything was there: hook, line and sinker. Clearly he had reached something Purple was actually passionate about. No, not Purple. What PRINCE was passionate about.

“And I’ll leave it at that.” Prince snapped his fingers, and the entire scene collapsed around Bill, Creativity included. Collapsed into a nice crystalline sphere. Echoing the two words Bill least wanted to hear over and over again.

No Deal.

[justanotherfanderwriter]

So I started a new blog

Reblog this if you post about Thomas Sanders/the Sanders sides (whether its art, fanfic, or just random text posts) so I can follow a few people

[a-valorous-choice-deactivated20]

Be warned though, I complain about my fanfics a lot 😂😂

[not-my-patton]

Beta Needed! - Found

I’m nervous that I’m too early to ask for this, but I’d figure I’d get this out of the way sooner rather than later. I’m looking for a Beta for my Big Bang Fic. Probably mostly grammar, but developmental wouldn’t be bad either to help bounce ideas off of.

My story is going to be a Town of Salem AU, so it would be helpful if you understood basic roles and a general understanding of how the game works. The main one you need to know is Invest, since that’s Roman role and he’s the main character. Bonus points for a long time player who knows of the older Spy mechanics before they nerfed the role. Note: this is not a requirement. If you do decide to beta me with no understanding of the game, it’s free to play online and I’m happy to hop into a few games with you to help you get a better understanding.

As is the nature of this type of AU, THERE WILL BE DEATH. Even Major Character Death. So please, if that’s a trigger for you, do NOT beta this fic. All deaths are not are not described in detail, but please message me if you are still weary and I’ll happy send you the outline I have composed. There is NO DECEIT in this fic at all.

No ships really in this fics. There is Roman x Picani, but it’s not a main focus.

Note in advance: I have a very busy schedule with track, work, school, the Reverse Big Bang, and a zine for another fandom. I don’t know how active I’ll be in writing. I’ll try my best, but I make no promises. Motivation is a very fickle mistress. Thank you in advance, and I can’t wait to work with you.

@ts-storytime

[not-my-patton]

If you write more to it, could i be added to the taglist for what happens in nightmares? It's wonderful and well written so far! I love the concept!

Of course! I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far. And I 100% will write more for it. Don’t know when, but eventually.

[mintbees]

hey so i really wanna follow more sander sides blogs so rb if you post mostly sander sides and dont hc deceit as an abuser so ill check out ur blog

[vividaway]

hello!!

[sweetest-honeybee]

My dude I make a LOT of art of sympathetic deceit and I’ve also made a fusion of deceit and picani!

[not-my-patton]

What Happens in Nightmares

This is based off that drawing @sweetest-honeybee did that was an insanely cool idea but didn’t have an AU or story to it so in the shower this came to me and it’s now midnight and this is a thing. I’ll write more at some point if you guys want. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,012

Tag List: @patton-loves-coloring @jade-dragon226-fan @seas-space-and-stardust @im-hopelessly-crushed @moonstone-fox @iris-sanders-athena @pandapopgalaxy @cyberpunkjinx @radioactivehelena

This was a weird day for Thomas.

It started out normal enough. He just wasn’t 100% sure what lead him to be in his current situation. Where he was just saved? Kidnapped? He’s not positive about that one either. Either way, a giant Slenderman thing was chasing him with tentacles before a human-dragon hybrid whisked him away. Now he’s just laying on the barren ground looking at the nonexistent … sky? Ceiling? It would kinda help to know where he was to know what he was looking at.

“You know,” The dragon spoke up. “I kinda would have like a little thanks or something for saving you back there. Maybe a little ‘thank you SO VERY much for rescuing me from almost certain doom.’ That would have been nice to hear.”

“I don’t even know … anything really.” Thomas admitted as he sat up. “I have no clue where I am, who you are, or what that thing was that was trying to kill me!”

“You don’t … recognize me?” The man sounded hurt by the words.

“I just know you as the Dragon person who, quote on quote, rescued me.” Thomas rose, wiping any dirt he might have had off his ass. Again, no idea if there was even dirt here but one couldn’t be too sure.

“Excuse me, I prefer Dragon PRINCE!” He said, flaring his long wings out in dramatic fashion. Thomas opened his mouth, as if an epiphany was forming, but stopped just as suddenly as it came.

“Yeah, still have no clue.” The prince sighed, and held his hand out to Thomas.

“Then, if you’ll allow me, I’ll show you.” Thomas looked at the gesture, then back at the stranger. Something about him was … oddly familiar. It would be nice to put a name to the face as well.

“I mean, I guess it won’t hurt.” Thomas grabbed his hand, and suddenly images began to flash in his vision.

“Get naked? Everyone, get naked? Everyone?”

“I’m not thinking … straight. Ever. I’m not straight.”

“That’s like slapping me in the face with my own beautifully manicured sword.”

“Time out for thee and time out for thee. Focus on issues or focus on me.”

“Roman?!” Thomas exclaimed, breaking the contact the two held. The creative side nodded solemnly. Thomas didn’t know what caused him not to recognize Roman. Roman was technically him; why was it so hard now that he had wings and horns and was part dragon. “So, wait, are we in my mind?”

“I’ll get to that in a bit.” Ro waved off. “Let’s just start at the beginning first. What do you remember, Thomas?”

“I remember … being with a friend. I’m pretty sure it was Leo. I was in town for his birthday. We were talking and walking across the street then … just a truck out of the corner of my eye and suddenly I’m …flying. Then I woke up here.”

“Oh god that’s not good.” Roman muttered, turning his back on Thomas momentarily. “Really wish Logan was here to better explain this, but we’ll just stick to what’s plot relevant. Don’t panic, but you’re in a coma?”

“Why is that a question?” The fear in Thomas’ voice was evident, despite his best attempts to mask it. Roman quickly grabbed his shoulders, rubbing them in a comforting embrace.

“Don’t freak. It’ll attract Virgil.”

“Where is he? And Patton? And Logan?”

“I’m getting to that. But yes, you’re in a coma. Natural or medically induced, I can’t tell yet. Nonexistent money is on the former. So to answer that really early question, we are in your mind. A mind that has been drop kicked into Nightmare Mode.”

“So that’s why …” Thomas started, running a hand gently down Roman’s wing.

“Nightmare Mode, unscripted like this Mc usually morphs us into the versions of ourself we fear ourself. For me, the common form is a Dragon … Witch. Turned into exactly what I say I protect from.”

“You mentioned Virgil earlier.” Thomas said, starting to connect the dots. “Was he … the slenderman thing?”

“This time, yes. It’s different each time, but it’s always the monster that he assumes other see him as. Uncontrollable, threatening, evil.”

“Logan?”

“A murderous sociopath. His lack of emotions taken to the extreme while all Logic is tossed to the wind.”

“And Patton?” Roman seemed to tear up at the idea, making space between him and Thomas. He was silent for once, which wasn’t like him at all. “Roman?”

“Patton’s a ghost. A lifeless shell of what he usually is. No smile, no light, no color.” Roman turned back to Thomas, guilt etched into his features. “And here I am, standing out in the middle of nowhere. Always alone, always powerless to save them from the prisons they lay trapped in, never forgetting what happens when it ends.” He let out a small chuckle. “Maybe that’s what I fear the most: being powerless.”

“Roman …” Thomas’ spoke softly, resting a hand on Creativity’s shoulder. “None of this is your fault.”

“I … didn’t say that.”

“You don’t have to. You don’t have to say anything. Just let it out.” Roman wiped his eyes before hugging Thomas, wrapping his wings around him.

“Thank you. For not making me feel so alone.” Roman said as they broke from the embrace. “Now, let’s figure out a way to get you back to consciousness.”

“I know how.” Thomas said confidently. “We’re going to save all my sides. Logic, Morality, Anxiety, … hey is Deceit in here too?”

“Yeah, he’s a zombie. Don’t know why exactly though. Cut me some slack though; I don’t exactly know the man THAT well.”

“Whatever. We’re fixing them all!” Thomas began walking in a random direction. “Once we do that, then it will be 1000x easier to wake up.”

“Alright then, I’m following you.” Roman said, using his wings to catch up to Thomas before walking. “So, What’s step 1 in this Master Plan?”

“Logan. After we fix him, I’ll figure out the other 88% of the plan.”