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Last ask received: 12/24/20
Last ask answered: 12/24/20
Latest piece of fanart: Wood from a comment Janus made at one point
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What are askers?: That’s up to interpretation!
Can askers touch characters?: Only in dreams or via the use of an avatar. When this blog was alive, you could make one by just asking.
Who is this character?: The only OCs are Remys alters. Those are all based on theories for the orange side (minus Pain who is a fusion of two theories). If you would like to know who a character is I will provide you with the source of Thomas Sanders media they are from.
I will apologize ahead of time, when I did this AU I incorrectly portrayed DID. Please do not take what I did as face value of how DID works.
Where’s Emile?: In this universe Sanders Sides is not real so Thomas makes money doing Cartoon Therapy. Emile in this is still fictional. The only place you will not see characters from is Cartoon Therapy.
What happened to this blog? Why is it dead?: Read all about that here. Nothing bad just a little lengthy!
Any plans for a new ask blog or to continue this at some point?: Look here for that info!
That’s a pretty neat pfp!: Thanks! My pfps are fan art for this AU I’ve gotten. My blog description has the artist!
Why did you reblog something unrelated to this AU here?: *Sharp inhale* LISTEN the Tumblr mobile fast reblog system is for people with TINY FINGERS and GOOD CONTROL OVER YOUR BODY and I have NEITHER. /lh
Well, That's One Way to Start a Blog || INTRODUCTION STORY
Fandom: Minecraft
Word Count: 2300~
Warnings: Kidnapping, Brief violence, Mention of genocide
Diclaimer: This story is color coded based on who wrote what parts. Just for funsies. :D
Corson was shivering before it even came to. He was built for surviving long stretches of horrifyingly hot, humid seasons; not for this. The air was still and so dry it felt as if it was being sanded. The cold was piercing, bone-freezing to an equator-based parrot hybrid, where the temperature never dipped below 20 degrees.
When he finally awoke, its brain screeched at him to curl up and waste away and it felt inclined to listen. But eventually, Corson stumbled to his feet.
“HELLO?! I’M NOT SURE HOW I ENDED UP HERE BUT IF SOMEONE COULD SHOW ME THE WAY OUT, THAT WOULD BE GREAT!”
With no immediate response, Corson resorted to walking around the desolate place. There seemed to be an endless, empty desert of cream-colored gravel. There were some unfamiliar purple plants scattered about, and deserted caves lining the empty patch of land. If he squinted enough, it might have made out some towers far, far in the distance. The pitch-black night sky made it hard to tell for sure.
Of course when he got lost it was in a fucking ghost ice-desert.
“HELLO?! PLEASE? ANYONE AT ALL?!”
Corson quickened his pace. Maybe if he got to those towers, there would be- Aha! There was someone! It started to bolt towards the creeping silhouette.
“HELLO?! HELLO? PLEASE!!! I NEED HELP! FIRE! THERE’S A FUCKING FIRE!” There wasn’t a fire, but he was pretty sure you said that to get people’s attention.
Now that it was closer, Corson could make out a couple more details of the stranger. They were cloaked, with blazing purple eyes that - whoops- looked about ready for murder. Perhaps incinating that there was a deadly fire was not the best decision?
Corson decided it could probably lower its voice at this point.
“Hey, uh, do you know the way out?”
Silence.
Well, nevermind then.
“DO YOU KNOW THE WAY OUT? I GOT LOST.”
Corson and the figure were face-to-face. There was no fucking way they couldn’t hear this time.
The purple-eyed character stopped in their tracks, finally locking eye contact with Corson. They stared awkwardly for longer than Corson was comfortable with.
Suddenly the character moved far faster than Corson thought this statue was capable of. With a yelp his torso was grabbed by a single claw and something that felt like a leathery blanket.
Oh damn, it was screwed.
But he wasn't about to be abducted by some weird creature, no sir. It flailed and clawed at the figure as he was dragged into what was surely its den.
“HELP!!! I’M BEING KIDNAPPED!! FIRE, FIRE!! FUCK! FUCK YOU!”
An iron grip wrenched itself over his mouth, and its cries were diminished. After a moment of despair and offense, Corson sunk his teeth into their hold. Considering it ate plants for a living, its teeth were not that sharp, but the sick fuck kidnapping him pulled back their grip with a disgusted gasp.
Corson opened his mouth to scream, before being thrown roughly onto the ground, promptly knocking the wind and subsequent volume from it. With blurry eyes, he looked up at the cloaked figure, wondering how exactly he was about to be murdered. Eaten? Sliced?
"I am so, very offended you have bit my wing like a toddler. Can you fucking shut up at least? Take hints? Anything you fucking child? Am I even speaking the right Overworldian language?" The figure hissed.
“I can shut up if you show me the way out! I’m actually very good at shutting up sometimes.”
"Oh good. You can understand me which means you can understand me telling you to fuck off."
“I WANT TO LEAVE THIS PLACE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I NEED A WAY OUT!”
"SHUT IT! In case you haven't realized I am currently trying to remain a tad bit inconspicuous. I would appreciate not standing out right now. You are a big orange brat and clearly cannot stay quiet for more than a second. Now fuck off. Go bother some other poor soul for all I care."
“How do I leave? You have to know.”
"There's a big portal in the middle of those pillar things nearby. I'm trying to get through it myself right now so you are not heading there for now. You are going in the opposite direction."
Corson jumped up immediately. “We’re going then!”
"NO." The figure jumped up and stood in front of the cave exit. "You are an Overworld… thing. What are you, a chicken or some shit?”
“I’m a parrot, thank you!”
“Same thing. Point is we kinda got a big dragon thing that would love to get her hands on anyone who has gone through a portal. You would draw attention and get ACTUALLY kidnapped. If you draw attention then I will look suspicious and that's not gonna end great for me."
“Just give me a cloak and I’ll be fine. It’s not like there’s anyone to notice you anyways.”
"Kid, I'm not made of cloaks. Do you think I just have a smaller cloak under this one or- well shit wait. You're tiny. I guess I have a hooded th- No. We are not doing this. I am not risking anything so you can frolic back on home."
“HAHA! So you do have a cloak! Cool! We’ll be on our way, then!”
"Nope. There is no we. There is just me. You can wander back to your home in an hour or whatever. I'm leaving without you."
“Okay! I’ll just follow you without a cloak, while screaming. That works too!”
"Excuse me?"
“I’m following you either way so it's your choice, really.”
"... I don't suppose if I were to try and kill you that you would die quietly, would you?"
“NOOOOOOPPPPPPPPEEEEEE-”
"OKAY, OKAY! Shut the fuck up. You can come along. Gods bellow, what have I gotten myself into?"
“Hurray! Now give the fucking cloak.”
Grumbling, the figure reached into their cloak before pulling out a dark-purple hoodie. They reached out with the hoodie hung on the hooked end of their wing, handing it to Corson. It folded its wings back, and shoved the hoodie on as quickly as possible, relishing in the relief from the biting cold.
“Thanks, wing person.”
"Another thing, I doubt you know any enderian languages. Don't talk. That'll be the quickest way to get you discovered. You are mute from here on out."
“Okay.”
The bitchy dragon-hater walked out of the cave. Corson scrambled up, pushing the hood down further to conceal his bright orange hair. It followed them out.
Of course Acies got stuck on babysitting duty. Things could never be simple. All they wanted was to leave this frozen desert but this toddler was a thorn in their side.
Maybe I should have killed him when I had the chance. Acies lamented.
What was done was done though. They couldn’t change that.
As they grew closer to the towers Acies lingered just a little closer to the chicken. Endermen began to be less and less scarce as they approached the mainland. The bird seemed to notice the tenseness from them and took the cue to keep their head down. If their companion did so much as a wrong move, they were both screwed.
The pair had approached so that they came directly up to an obsidian pillar. Plenty of enderman were around them now but none were interested in them thankfully. Acies took this as a moment to scout what the situation at the portal was.
“⌇⊑⟟⏁.” They muttered to themselves.
“What’s wrong, dragon bo-”
The bird was quickly shushed, making a few endermen glance at them. Acies stared right back into the crowd, making the endermen quickly look away. Eye contact was a challenge, they learned, and it would be stupid to try to face someone you can’t judge the strength of.
“What’s wrong,” Acies whispered. “Is that the fucking portal isn’t exactly open to the public right now. Look for yourself.”
The bird looked around Acies and to where the large dictator herself sat, her long dragon tail wrapped around the bedrock portal.
“And that’s-”
“Bad? Very. She’s who you would be dragged to if someone sees you’re not an enderman.”
“What do we do, dragon boy?”
“Don’t call me that. We are going to have to do… ah what’s the word you use? Perspective, perpetuate… ah right. We have to persuade her to let us through somehow. Too many endermen around who would tell her if we tried to go over her tail.”
“How the hell are we going to do that? I can’t even speak Enderian and you are apparently a fucking outcast.”
“Carefully. You got a better idea?”
“No.”
“Exactly. Just don’t talk and follow my lead.”
“Lead on, dragon person. You like that better?”
Acies rolled their eyes, not that the chicken could see it. They pushed themselves to walk towards the large beast, their companion startling at the lack of response and running to keep up.
The monster was five and a half meters tall at least, easily looming over each enderman that surrounded her. She seemed to be in high spirits, her head held high and prideful. Endermen spoke to her though she clearly didn’t care in the slightest. Walking to her felt as though one was walking to the gallows for their own death.
“My liege!” Acies called up to the dragon in enderian, putting on the best enderman accent they could.
The endermen speaking to the dragon stepped to the side and turned their heads to them. The dragon kept her head high though her eyes seemed to glimmer with a hint of amusement.
Acies bumped their companion and bowed their head as best they could without revealing any part of their body.
“You may rise and speak.” The dragon said in a sickeningly sweet voice.
The pair resumed their original position, if not a little stiffer.
“Your majesty, if I may, I humbly request that we be allowed to enter The Overworld. My child and I need to gather resources for our smithy.”
Please let this excuse work. Acies’ head screamed.
The dragon leaned down, now coming face to face with Acies.
“Is that so? Why do you not teleport yourself, hatchling?” The dragon asked.
“Oh I would if I could, my queen. My family has a long history of our pearls being defective, you see. Teleporting isn’t in the cards for us.”
“Mhm. No pearl, right. And what do you have to say, little one.”
“They are deaf. Your words will not reach them.”
“Uh-huh. Let me get this straight, you hope to enter The Overworld while being completely hidden by your garments, not being able to prove you can teleport, and one of you not speaking. Is that right?”
“... Yes?”
“You are aware of the order I gave to eliminate Elytrians?”
“Of course.”
“Do you think not a single one of them tried to enter this portal?”
“I- well I figured they would you know… not be dumb enough to try it?”
“Well clearly you are.”
Acies felt their body warm, adrenaline quickly finding its way through their body. The dragon, that fucking beast, still had the audacity to remain almost gleeful. She didn’t seem to take the affair seriously in the slightest.
“Great news, looks like we are fucked.” Acies said in the Overworld tongue.
“WHAT?” The bird squawked, inching backwards.
“Your friend means exactly what they said.” The dragon answered, a sickening grin spreading across her face only an inch from the bird.
The dragon had stopped sitting now, stance like that of a cat ready to pounce. Endermen had caught on something was up with this interaction and had backed away from the dragon, not wanting to get accidentally hit by her large figure.
The tension suddenly snapped like a twig and everything broke loose. The dragon snapped her jaws at Acies, who jumped back quickly. The bird yelped and scrambled away, which was probably better. With one motion, Acies snapped their cloak's clasp and threw it off. They had a better chance if they could be maneuverable, after all. This only made the dragon more eager to engage in combat and her eyes flashed violently.
“Ah, so you are done hiding, hatchling? At least you have the honor to die with some sense of dignity!” The dragon laughed.
Acies shook their wings, stretching them after being cramped under cloth. As the dragon snapped at them again, they let their magic push into their talons and create a large explosion, propelling them upwards. The Ender Dragon swung one of her claws at Acies but this was quickly dodged by another explosion.
Acies never paid any kind of patronage to a deity but they prayed their agility could outmatch the dragons. Bulk and size do not mean one is sluggish despite what stories say, far from it.
Acies took themselves higher into the air, forcing the dragon to spread her wings and follow. The dragon was much faster in the air than the ground, but so was Acies. The dragon flew directly up at them like a minecart down a track. Acies barely had the opportunity to throw themselves aside. However, this was a window of opportunity. The dragon took a second to turn herself in the direction of Acies, a second too long. Acies was already diving back to the ground below, hurtling towards the uncovered portal.
That kid was still fucking there- goddamit, what was he thinking? It was going to get both of them killed.
Acies swooped over the trembling little chicken, and grabbed him in their talons. The sudden weight of carrying a child– Gods Bellow, Acies had not stretched their wings in so long– sent Acies and the chicken unceremoniously tumbling into the portal.
And then it was all dark.
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Welcome our wonderful flock. Congratulations on reading the introduction story. You’ve made it this far so you shall be rewarded. How you may ask? This is an ask blog silly, you get to become part of the story. In fact we shall deposit you all in a nice jungle alongside these dumbasses at this very moment. The inbox is open and so is the first chapter. Careful, each action has more influence than you think. Something as harmless as a “hello” could send you down paths never thought possible. The characters, the setting, all of it is somewhat at the mercy of your talons.
What shall you all do first? Get a hold of our surroundings? Help the orange avian and whatever the Elytrian seems to be? Will you push for more about the strange reptilian or see just what the avian has done to end up accidentally in some place like The End? Perhaps something entirely different. The choice is yours. Look to the FAQ if you have questions. If that cannot answer your query, we are but an ask away.
Good luck, our askers. We shall speak with you soon.
I figured it was about time for an update. It has been awhile and I thought the last update was a little bit too.... open ended? Idk.
If you lads recall, when I gave the last update I said I may come back so I was going to keep everything quiet about what the future of the plot was going to look like. In all honesty, I lied. I lied to myself and you all. I look at this AU and all I feel is love for the community. My work? There is no love. There is no desire. It's just apathy. The plot was alright but the way I wrote things back then make me cringe. I made mistakes with how I portrayed mental illness and I cannot connect myself to my work. It's like looking at a child's work, not MY work, you know?
So I'm saying with certainty, it's done. It's over. Whatever else happens on this blog? Nothing from the story. I'm not even hyperfixated on Sanders Sides anymore.
However, that does not mean I will leave it open. I said that I was keeping the plot future under wraps in case I continue it. It's been over a year, I won't recall everything I planned, but I will elaborate on what I remember I had planned.
I want to do another ask blog at some point, perhaps a shared one, but that won't be until later on in the future. Again, you all will get to be the first to know. I promise.
Anyways, please accept my humble and final offering. o7 lads.
When I planned this blog, I knew I wanted to include Ego, seeing as that was an orange side theory. I learned of alters having different genders and I thought it would be cool to have a female alter.
She was going to be introduced after I had a child get kidnapped. :)
I don't remember the other details of that but yeah. Child kidnapping. Woo.
Speaking of gender, Virgil was going to be enby. I was debating Roman being gender fluid but I never decided. I knew I had to chill tf out with overusing Remy and the alters lol. Got very carried away by the fact I had OCs and people liked them.
Thomas was planned to meet Nico. It was going to be gay as fuck. Virgil and Roman were going to be matchmakers, of course, but in the end it would have been Remus who got them together.
There wasn't much else planned, I knew the asks would depend on what comes after that, but finally we have adoption. They weren't going to stay foster kids forever after all.
I don't remember if I introduced October, November, and December but they were poly.
John the bathroom guy was going to be very awkward.
Anton was going to be a detective working on the kidnapping case. Remy was going to want to apprentice under him. Remy was going to be adopted relatively early so I could get my OC obsession under control lol.
Now Virgil... Virgil I had no plans for. I wasn't sure what a satisfying parent would be. I knew I didn't want him to get adopted with Janus or someone that didn't fit.
In the end I think I would have picked Thomas.
And with that I pronounce this AU dead lol. I hit the post button. No turning back.
I updated the info post I have pinned in case you need it! Thank you for everything lads. See you when I decide to make a new ask blog!
Hi um... I'm sorry to bother you but... I wanted to ask them if they have any suggestions for coping with abandonment issues...? A close friend just left me, as many others have before... I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, I'm kind of a mess right now.
I'm sorry mate... but this AU is no longer running. I, the wonderful owner, shall provide you with a few things in case you want them from a real person as a lesser but available option lol. I have a little experience with personal loss and do lots of research on trauma so here's a few things I can recall off the top of my head...
Stop bottling any feelings. Cry. Beat up a pillow. Whatever you gotta do as long as you aren't hurting a living being. Bottling your emotions and not letting yourself feel them is known to make those feelings only worse. Let yourself gradually deal with them in time. It won't be pretty but it's better than the even worse storm that would come out of not dealing with it.
Surround yourself with companions. Have it be a close family member, a friend, an animal, whatever. Let however many close people you have on hand help keep your spirits up. However, be sure you are also leaving room for their lives too! Yes, even a pet will want alone time. Try to find a balance between the two.
Take time to heal. Obviously something like school isn't something you can just quit but try to let yourself have more you time. As Janus in any AU would say, "Self care should not be put off, especially in a time where you need it most". Try to make less social obligations if they are exhausting or make more if they fuel you, let yourself buy that thing you wanted to but felt "do I really NEED this?", Hell even let yourself have an extra scoop of ice cream after dinner. You creating more uplifting moments for yourself will help you lift yourself up out of the hole of deviation. When you have a deep wound you don't just carry on like usual, do you? No, you bandage it up. Think of these extra "treats" like that bandage.
Don't stress over moving on. Move forward. Some asshole abandoned you. You cannot change that and it will hurt. Moving on will take awhile. However, you can't move on if you can't move forward. Time heals wounds, or at least heals the blunt of it. You just need to keep taking one step in front of the other. It's hard, I know, but you cannot get better if you do not do so.
Seek help from a professional. I know that's cliche and nobody wants to hear it but it's only cliche and over said because for a lot of people it does work. Don't be afraid to find therapists who can help. Remember, if one therapist doesn't work out for you you can change therapists until you DO find someone who can help. That's their job. Do not feel shame in seeking out one that fits your needs.
Try asking other people for advice. I'm just a simple teenager who has an interest in psychology and Sanders Sides who's likely thousands of miles away from you. I want to help you but I cannot do it realistically. Try asking other people with more experience. Tumblr has psychologists, adults with kind hearts and open arms, people better suited than me. While I am touched you looked for comfort from my AU, I can only take you so far.
I'm sorry you're going through this. I actually went through something similar in these past few months where my friend group became very divided. I understand your pain and I am still healing from similar wounds. In fact, I face fear of abandonment just like you. I can assure you, as time goes on I can feel myself slowly accepting such circumstances. You can do this mate.
After all, when you hit rock bottom there's nowhere to go but up.
Hey guys! Been a hot second, eh? About half a year.
Just gonna rip off the bandaid: This AU probably won't be continued ever again. I won't provide spoilers for future events I had planned, just in case I come back to it, but this is where I am going to leave the story for now. I loved this AU but... in all honesty it's become more of a burden.
The constant reminder I still have people expecting me to update eventually is not a great feeling of pressure. To add on, I started this AU unprepared and I incorrectly wrote both character personalities and disorders. My lack of research shows very clearly in the first half of this AU. It's just not fun to write something you cannot fix your mistakes on and that also has an invisible deadline that's long overdue. The asks I have story wise will be deleted, but I will answer asks directed towards me still.
All that said, I loved this AU! I loved all the fanart that you guys made for it and I will continue to cherish the community that was made, especially during the camping segment. I may decide to do another ask blog at some point because of how fun this used to be, but it won't be relating to this AU.
If I get another ask blog going, you guys will be the first to know.
Thank you for the support with this project! Follow me @dragonindigo245 for more of my content.
It’s too late. The idea has been brewing in my head for months. Nobody spoke up and now I am a monster who has two ask blogs, one of which I haven’t answered asks on in like a month. 👊😔
I've gotten into a bunch of askblogs lately and one of my friends made one a couple days ago, and since askblogs are literally dependent on people interacting to progress the story forward, I've decided to compile a small list of ones made recently!! I'd love to see ppl reblog and add to this because there's a lot of amazing creators that deserve a lot more attention!!
@ask-the-demi-sides A Heros of Olympus au!! Virgil’s memory is gone, and his boyfriend Roman is worried about him :(
@legend-of-sanders-sides A Zelda au! Roman is telling a riveting story when he hears someone call for help...
@ask-adventure-sides Medieval/fantasy au. Patton and Logan are looking for someone 👀
@mystery-murder-tss-au A detective au! A supposed caffeine overdose is not what it seems...
@ts-vlog-au A vlog au, as you can probably tell. Who doesn’t love teenagers and cryptid hunting?
@tsfosterparentau What it says on the tin!! Thomas makes the brave decision to foster seven whole kids, and boy do a lot of things happen
