#tsanxiety

[randomnerd30]

I love how everybody agrees that Virgil has dark hair died purple. Day 4 of the blob sides.

@thatsthat24

[cofe-doodles]

[Based on a conversation today with my sister]

Roman: You can't spell DIET without DIE.

Virgil: You can't spell HOTDOG without DOG.

~Awkward Silence~

Remus: Oh, OH! You mean BITCH!

[pidgeon-brained]

Just the tiniest of one-shots based off of @trashpanda-remus amazing post

Tw: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks

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When Thomas first started to take the medicine, something akin to xanax, Virgil didn’t notice the effects. The doctor had told Thomas that it would take a while, but secretly, Virgil feared that he might just be too strong and he affected Thomas too much for them to work. Which caused Virgil to worry, which led to Thomas worrying. 

A week passed, and Virgil started to feel different, not bad different, just different. He realized he could hear better. He thought he must’ve been imagining it because that shouldn’t be a side effect. That didn’t even make sense. But he could, he could hear things better, and think better, and he didn't always feel light-headed. Patton informed him that he didn’t look as pale. Logan informed  him that a lowered heart rate may lead to these things. Without his heart pounding in his ears, he could hear all the things he hadn’t since Thomas had become a teen. 

He heard the birds conjured in the mindpalace, and Roman singing in the shower, and Patton humming to himself as he baked. And Logan reading out loud to himself. It was wonderful. 

Next, was the body. The first night that the medicine started to work, he woke up sore, and couldn’t get out of bed. But it wasn’t a painful sore that left him with the knowledge that this would be a regular occurance, rather the feeling that something was loosening. That it had to get worse before better. The next day, his body felt like it hadn’t since Thomas was a child. 

He felt like he’d been working out too hard for years and years and now all the tense muscles and the sweating and the heavy breathing was disappearing. He felt like he was getting help, his shoulders weren’t bunched like he was trying to bench press too much weight. He felt good, he wondered if the other sides felt this good all the time. He smiled more at Pat bringing him cookies and Roman goofing off with his sword. He could listen to Logan talk for longer without getting distracted by how much he hurt. 

The next noticable change for him was his sleep patterns. He remembered one of the sides remarking to him that he either didn’t sleep or he slept until the world ended. But after Thomas started to take his medicine regularly, he felt his sleep patterns regulate as well. No longer was he up to see the sun rise, no longer did he wake up with no clue of what day it was. He felt tired at night, maybe later than everyone else, but he didn’t see the sun rise anymore. He didn’t have to rely on Logan to tell him what time it was, he knew. He knew. 

Thomas didn’t need him as much, which was a blessing, because that meant that Thomas was getting better, no longer did he send Thomas into a scurry when he texted his crush, or asked his friends for help. No longer did Thomas find himself near tears when he said “You too.” when he meant thank you. Virgil held back, he could breathe again. The others didn’t hate him, he wasn’t evil, he was normal even, when regulated. That was the important part, for him to be regulated. The medicine was a blessing. 

Virgil didn’t scream anymore when too many people got a little too close. He could breathe, though it was hard. He wasn’t gone forever, there were still big things for him to worry about. But he could sit there, and listen to Logan run him through grounding techniques with the ever warming thought that a month ago, he would’ve broken down and hurt Thomas. That a month ago Thomas would’ve needed at least an hour, possibly more to even fathom the idea of calming down and regulating his anxiety. 

Since Thomas had started highschool he had carried this dark and painful root of anxiety, and it was beginning to unravel. He wasn’t up half the night thinking of everything he’d ever done that was remotely wrong. He didn’t feel guilt or hate when he said the wrong thing or needed help, it was okay, it was normal. And now Virgil was too, and it was heaven. 

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Minor self promotion:

My writing blog is: @thepanfanwriter

And I have a Sanders sides fic blog: @love-carries-on

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[Wip - Rough sketch]

Fanart of Virgil/Anxiety from Sanders sides series (Thomas Sanders YT video/s) ☺

(Having found Thomas (and friends) and all his videos really helped me a lot with how I deal with my Anxiety and overall emotions. I'm really thankful & grateful for people like him.

💜💙🐶❤️💛💚

@thatsthat24

[meowthefluffy]

Some gosh darn fem!Virgil

[prinxieties]

So..... Remember how I said something was coming?

Evelyn, Evelyn was my first YouTube video on this account. It reached 100k views, and I knew I had to remake it. It just looked terrible and still does, haha.

Characters belong to @thatsthat24 ! :) Nice to finally see ya again Thomas. Reblogs appreciated, as well as likes! Thank you guys so much for all the support :)

[my-gender-is-a-cookie]

My version of the Draw This In Your Style by @doodledream! It was very fun, and I loved the idea. <3

[disgraceravenclaw-blog]

Props to whoever can guess what song this project is gonna be about