Thomas: I Have A Problem

Why Are We Here?

Virgil Sanders was laying face down on the floor in the hallway of the mindspace.

He’d been there since 3am due to all the existential thoughts that constantly plagued his mind and it was almost 7 in the morning.

He heard the sounds of the others waking up but made no attempt to move, how could he care about what the others would think when he was but a speck of dust on the monument that was the rest of the universe.

What did it matter if he was looked at funny when in the grand scheme of things everything and everyone was inconsequential to the rest of the universe. His embarrassment didn’t even register or have any lasting meaning when the universe was so infinite.

His eyes were glazed over and he barely heard the sound of footsteps padding towards him.

Logan was the first of the traits to wake up, or at least that was what he thought before he spotted Virgil laying in the hallway, diagonally across so anyone wanting to get past would have to step over him.

He frowned and opened his mouth to tell Virgil off when he recognised the expression on his face as the same one he got when they’d had conversations about the possibilities of large creatures at the bottom of the ocean or all the sorts of things that could be in outer space somewhere.

It seemed as if Virgil was having another existential crisis.

He sighed and turned around to leave, to either get Patton or Roman because he didn’t think Virgil would want to talk to him when a dazed voice spoke up.

“What’s the point of it all? Why are any of us even here?”

Logan turned back around and noticed Virgils eyes, though still glazed over, were locked onto him.

“Virgil I….” Logan started, trying to explain that it was too early for this sort of thing, especially considering Logan had yet to have his morning coffee.

“I don’t mean the human race in general, I mean us. Thomas’s traits. Why are we?” Virgil clarified.

Logan frowned “We are here to help Thomas and….”

“I understand that, but why are we physically able to manifest? Why can we exist for Thomas when no one on earth can do the same thing? What makes us so special? How did we even come into being? We don’t have mother’s that created us so did Thomas create us? And if Thomas created us how does that work? Roman is Thomas’s creativity, so did he create us? Is he our creator? If so how did he create himself?”

Logan froze at Virgils questions his mouth opening and shutting as he struggled to comprehend an answer.

“I… I don’t know.” Logan whispered and Virgil sighed, patting the ground next to him.

“join the club Logan.” he mumbled as the logical trait laid down on his back next to him.

“I never really thought in depth about how we came into being.” Logan murmured, staring up at the ceiling as his mind raced frantically trying to solve the conundrum Virgil had brought up.

“If Roman is capable of creating traits does that mean he also has the power to destroy us?” Virgil asked, his voice slightly muffled by the carpet.

Logan gasped “If that is true it must be something dormant which he has no control over because if he had that power he would be incapable of not boasting about it. If he truly had the power to destroy us then we must be cautious when disagreeing with him just in case he inadvertently uses said power.”

“If Roman created us did he plan exactly what we would be like or just make us randomly pop into existence with a general idea of what we were needed for?”

Logan suddenly had a thought. “Maybe Roman didn’t create us, I can remember the time before he existed and Patton was around already so surely if he created us he would have been existing at the same time.”

Virgil hummed and said “maybe he created you and Patton and thought it looked like fun to interact with one another and created himself a physical body rather than just being some invisible all powerful force?”

Logan fell silent at that and the two lay there lost in their thoughts.

Patton was walking down the corridor with a small skip in his step, ready to start the day with a large smile on his face.

He came to a stop as he spotted Logan and Virgil laying on the floor, Virgil face down and Logan on his back.

“Hey you two, what are you laying on the floor for? If you were still tired you should have stayed in bed.” Patton said with a smile.

He received no response and his smile faded slightly. “Are you alright? Logan? Virgil?”

“How did we come into being?” Virgil asked.

“Well, that’s obvious kiddo, you see there are these storks who…” Patton began with a beaming grin but was cut off by Logan.

“Patton, he means us specifically. How did we, as Thomas’s traits form?”

Patton frowned thoughtfully. “Well, I guess Thomas just sort of created us. He does have a very vivid imagination after all.”

“But Roman is Thomas’s creativity so does that mean he created us? If so who created Roman and can he get rid of us?” Logan said, his eyes wide as he considered a number of different possibilities, each with different liklihoods of being correct.

Patton tilted his head as he thought it over, then smiled. “I’ll go ask him.”

He stepped over the two traits, trying not to trip over their legs, and skipped down the corridor to find Roman.

Roman opened his bedroom door as he heard the sound of Patton knocking, it was always obvious when it was Patton because of the way he knocked.

“How can I help you this morning?” Roman asked brushing a hand through his perfectly styled hair.

“Come with me.” Patton said and grabbed Roman by the arm, dragging him down the corridor to where Logan and Virgil were.

“What the heckity heck, five abs and one pec are you two doing on the floor?” Roman asked in utter confusion.

“They were wondering why we’re all here, how we were all created, and I thought I’d get you because your Thomas’s creativity so of course if you created everyone then you’d know.” Patton explained with a grin.

Romans face went from confused to thoughtful to stunned.“ I…. I…. Did I?” he asked out loud, his eyes wide in horror as he struggled to figure it out.

“Oh dear.” Patton murmured to himself as Roman sank to the floor next to Virgil and Logan.

“How are we here?” Virgil wailed loudly and the two traits next to him made their own distressed noises.

“Um…. I’m just going to leave you guys to it.” Patton said and slowly backed away. He had no idea how to sort this situation out so he was just going to eat some cookies and then go see Thomas.

Thomas would surely be able to sort this out, plus Patton was sure he had some pizza in his fridge which was a bonus.

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Vigilance

This fic is set before the series “Sanders Sides” takes place!

Warnings: Deceit

Summary: Anxiety just wanted a name.

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Anxiety was tense as he tiptoed through the Dark Sides’ house. If anyone saw him and found out what he was doing he would be in so much trouble. Deceit would be disappointed with him and Anxiety didn’t want to have to look into his eyes and swallow that bitter pill.

But, he really needed to do this.

He looked around the Commons’. Finding no one there, he raced across the room to the door leading to the dusty, old library. Carefully he opened the door. As the hinges creaked, Anxiety winced and looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming to investigate the noise. He was alone.

He closed the door behind him as he entered the library. It wasn’t very big. Nothing like the libraries Thomas got to go to. Those were huge. Even bigger than the Dark Sides’ Commons. In the Dark Side’s part of the mindscape, the library was about the size of a broom closet. There were a few stacks of books lining the walls. The books were mainly memories of Thomas’ or facts that he had learnt at one point or another. Anxiety asked why there were so few books once and Deceit had sighed sadly.

“Well, my young shadow,” he said. “these were all the books that we were able to save from the Light Sides. Logic hoards them you see. Refuses to let us Dark Sides even look at them. So, the ones we do have we keep in that room. It’s one of the last places Logic would look, a simple room!”

Anxiety wasn’t allowed in here. The others were afraid that he would mess something up or ruin the books. Anxiety tried to tell them that he would take good care of them but no one seemed to believe him. They said that he had no reason to read books, let alone those special books that held some of Thomas’ memories. But he was interested.

And one book interested Anxiety more than all the others.

He slid to the floor and nestled into a corner. He grabbed the biggest book there and placed it on his lap. A bookmark stuck out near the middle. Anxiety opened it to that page. He found the place he’d left off.

The book he was reading was a list of all the names Thomas had heard in the fifteen years he had been alive. Next to some of the names were a little blurb on what Thomas knew about the name. The book seemed to expand every time Anxiety opened it up, which just annoyed the hell out of him.

How would Anxiety ever be able to pick a name if he had to keep going back to reread the entire damn thing?

“Tabatha… no.” He wrinkled his nose in distaste. He kept his commentary down to a whisper. Anxiety couldn’t risk anyone hearing him. “Talia? No. Talon, nope.”

It took Anxiety close to an hour to get through the T section, though that had more to do with Anxiety pausing every few seconds to listen to every sound he picked up on. Not one name he had read felt right.

Anxiety glared at the book and closed it. He had been going through this book for years now and still haven’t been able to find a name that felt, right.

He had gone to Deceit once to ask for help with finding a name and Deceit had only laughed.

“And, why do you think you need a name, little shadow?” He had asked. “You’re Anxiety. Names are for things of importance. I’m sorry, Anxiety, but you are hardly important.”

Anxiety felt awful going against Deceit and picking a name. Deceit was right, Anxiety wasn’t important. But, maybe if he had a name, he could be important. He wouldn’t tell anyone, he didn’t want Deceit to know and be disappointed in him. But, Anxiety would know.

He just wished he could find it.

Tears burned in Anxiety’s eyes and he stood up and put the book back on its stack, shame and anger swirling in him. He just wanted to find a name, was that too much to ask!?

He turned on his heel but his bottom of his hoodie caught on the cover of the book of names and sent it falling to the ground. It landed with a crash and sent dust rising up. Anxiety froze.

Thoughts raced through his head. ‘What if someone heard, someone had to have heard. They’re gonna find out. I screwed up, fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to know!’ His breathing quickened. He desperately tried to block these feelings from Thomas. He was sleeping, Anxiety couldn’t bother him now!

He listened intently for anyone coming. Slowly, each second passed. Continued silence indicated his safety. He was able to resume his preparations to leave.

He knelt to pick up the book. It was opened to one of the last pages. The spine was cracked and Anxiety couldn’t see the bookmark he had placed in it. He hoped no one did an inspection of the books. No one ever had but, you never knew.

He picked up the book and blew off some dust off on the page. Curiously, he looked down. The V section? Never before had Anxiety been this far into the book. There were only a few names listed.

Valentin, Valerie, Victor, Virgil, Vivian-

Anxiety stopped.

Virgil?

He ran his finger across the name. The ink was black and shiny, obviously a new addition. Thomas had probably only heard the name in the past few months. There was a small blurb next to it.

Means Vigilance. There was a famous poet named Virgil.

Anxiety bit his lip. Virgil was a really dorky name. Nerdy and weird. Deceit and the other’s names weren’t like that. Theirs were cool names! Nothing like Virgil. Virgil was a stupid name.

Anxiety read the blurb again. Means Vigilance.

The blurb might not be true. Thomas may have gotten the wrong information. Maybe Virgil didn’t actually mean vigilance, maybe Thomas just believed it meant vigilance.

But, maybe the blurb was right and it did mean vigilance. And, didn’t Anxiety stand vigil over Thomas? His job was to keep him safe. To make sure nothing happened to him. That meant Anxiety had to be vigilant.

“Virgil.” Anxiety whispered. He coughed and looked over his shoulder. The door was still closed and the room outside was quiet. He spoke a little louder “Hello. My name is Virgil.” A warm feeling spread inside of him. He liked this name.

But, what if someone found out and made fun of him for it? Virgil was a really nerdy name. But who could be nerdy when their name meant vigilance? And vigilance was something important. You couldn’t be unimportant when you were protecting someone and trying to get them away from danger.

A smile graced Anxiety’s lips and stretched into a grin. Virgil. Virgil, Virgil, Virgil. Anxiety’s name was Virgil.

Virgil closed the book and laid it back on the stack. Making sure he wasn’t going to have a repeat of books on the floor he backed away to the door.  He opened it a crack and looked out.

Silence continued. Carefully, he stepped outside. Closing the door to the library, he turned and quickly made his escape.

Virgil wasn’t going to tell anyone his name. He would wait until he was important, like something with a name should be! No matter how long that took. But, damn, having a name felt good.

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TS October Art Prompts 2020 (Sanderstober? ...Working on a new name, gimme some time lol)

Amidst all the editing and business, I haven’t forgotten to at least begin a list of Inktober prompts for you all this month! I’ll be adding more as I go! And, of course, like always, even if we’ve passed by a certain date (like, for instance, if it’s October 9th, but you wanna share a prompt from October 1st), that’s, of COURSE, fine! And, also of course, you can always join and do prompts at any time, this is purely for fun! Just added more prompts thru October 19th!

Oct. 1st - Take your profile pic or a favorite profile pic in the past and create a spooky version! Double dog dare you to use it as your actual profile pic.

Oct. 2nd - Create a Suit or Dress inspired by a specific candy bar wrapper design!

Oct. 3rd - This year could almost BE a scary movie. I shudder to put this as a prompt… but what would a poster for that movie look like?

Oct. 4th - Because I think the world just needs more of this, I want you to try and create the most wholesome or cute image you can. Little animals? Yes please. Feel-good scenarios? YES PLEASE. This one’s vague, but I don’t care! Lol

Oct. 5th - Take a traditional scary tale (“The Headless Horseman”, “Frankenstein”, “Dracula” ) and portray a plot point or poke fun at a character or characters from the story in the form of a MEME!

Oct. 6th - Nightmare Before Christmas was a tale about if Halloween took over Christmas and made so many traditionally Christmas-y. What if the reverse happened? What would Christmas make Halloween to look like?

Oct. 7th - Avatar: The Last Airbender experienced a renaissance this year! So, in tribute to that, take any character from any other piece of media (animation, TV, movie, etc.) and depict THEM if they also were an uber fan of ATLA this year!

Oct. 8th - What do you think the Sanders Sides characters’ Halloween costumes would be this year??

Oct. 9th - What if the personification of the Moon came to Earth to experience the daytime? What if the personification of the Sun came to Earth to experience the nighttime?

Oct. 10th - Take your Zodiac sign… and make it FASHION!

Oct. 11th - Please depict any Halloween monster, traditional or from a movie, and how they’re currently dealing or adapting to life in 2020

Oct. 12th - Take any character from a fave piece of media of yours and create a Tarot card for that character!

Oct. 13th - Many of us have stories we’ve created in connection with certain songs we’ve heard. For this day, try depicting even just a scene of that story and what song inspired it! If you can’t recall any story connected with a song you’ve heard, maybe just make one up in connection with a fave song of yours!

Oct. 14th - Take a famous painting from any time in history… and October-fy it (Halloween-y or Fall-y would be awesome)

Oct. 15th - Take an ordinary, every day location or refuge (a playground, a library, a treehouse, etc.) and depict the landscape of an entire world based on that location

Oct. 16th - Two games that have helped distract us and gave us much-needed entertainment this year are Animal Crossing: New Horizons and Among Us! What if the characters from Animal Crossing… were in Among Us?

Oct. 17th - Contrarily… what if the characters from Among Us… were in Animal Crossing?

Oct. 18th - A perennial favorite - Depict your OTP and how they’re enjoying Halloween this year. Coordinating costumes? Maybe 2020 is affecting how they celebrate?

Oct. 19th - Take one of your favorite characters from any piece of media. What piece of social media would they thrive on? You could depict either what their media might look like if you’re seeing it on your phone or you can depict them filming or writing for that piece of social media!

I’ll add more soon when I get some time!! Can’t wait to see what you all make! If you’d like me to see them, you can use this weird hashtag name #Sanderstober. … I gotta figure out a different name lol

Finding Family

Soulmate September Day 23: “At a certain age you switch bodies with your soulmate for 24 hours.”

Pairing: Intuality

Alternate Universe: Apocalyptic AU

Warnings: Minor Sexual Innuendo

Word Count: 2442

Patton had been preparing for this day. All of his companions knew that today was supposed to be his birthday, if they were counting their days right, which meant he and his soulmate would switch places for one day, supposedly it was at the time that Patton was born but that knowledge was lost years ago with the loss of data centers. The world had fallen into chaos in the last ten years and there had been more important things to remember than soulmate details. Patton still tried to remember it all though. He loved the idea of soulmates and it was something to look forward to despite the chaos of the world. The surface might be on fire, the air unbreathable with ash. Prowlers who didn’t need oxygen might roam the slowly decaying wasteland, but at least there was love. Where there was love, there was hope.

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infinity, and beyond

He remembers the first time he kissed Janus. He remembers the way they were curled up against each other, the lights dimmed and the television on low volume, neither of them paying attention to the images on the screen. It was messy and terrible, as far as kisses go, and Patton loved every moment of it, and when they pulled away from each other, they were both breathless, smiling, and he knew then that what he felt, Janus felt too.

He remembers, too, the moment he heard about Virgil.

It’s not every day that your husband’s long-lost kid breaks into your house. It’s not every day that you find out your husband of four years is an alien.

Patton’s just trying to roll with the punches.

Content Warnings: threats of violence, mild body horror, brief, non-graphic panic attack

Word Count: 7,168

Pairings: Moceit, parental Anxceit

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Patton’s day begins with a teenager holding a knife to his throat.

Technically, the day has already begun; it is mid-morning, the sun inching steadily toward noon. But Patton has barely been awake an hour, has been sitting at the kitchen table with his mug of coffee, staring at all the final exams he has yet to grade as he waits for his brain to start functioning. He likes Saturday mornings; he would go so far as to say that they’re usually his favorite part of the week, because usually, Saturday mornings mean sleeping in, wrapped in his husband’s arms, and later, a big brunch and a lazy day. But today, an emergency called Janus into the office, and he has a backlog of grading to finish this weekend, so here he is. Squinting, bleary-eyed, and with a sad lack of a husband to keep him company.

That is when the teenager appears.

Appears, because there is no better word for what happens. There is no break-in, no slamming of doors or shattering of windows. One minute, he is alone, and the next, there is another person in the kitchen, a young person who can’t be any older than seventeen or eighteen, and Patton barely has time to process that before they lunge for him, knocking him from his chair and to the floor, pinning him against the cool tile.

It takes a second to process the bite of cold, sharp metal against his throat, but as soon as he does, Patton wakes up very, very quickly.

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Just two brothers having a Reasonable, Adult conversation.

That’s it, I cave lmao-

I’ve been absolutely taken by @coconut-cluster ‘s Uni AU and I really wanted to say that I appreciate it lots. >///< I hope I portrayed them correctly?? (I kind of wasn’t sure what Janus’ hair looked like)

For the second pic I just directly nabbed the image from this ask. o///o

The lower comic is based on the answer for this ask I sent and it was hysterical and I really wanted to draw it pffft- (Ignore my orange side character Marcus, I didn’t know who else to put so he’s just there akjbfak >///<)

Anyways I really enjoy the AU and that’s really all I wanted to say!

Oh 'no' the snitties have returned. What ever shall we do?

my favorite part was Deceit going “Ssssssssuck up!” to Patton when he was buttering up Roman like

Deceit

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your name isn’t Jealousy, calm thy snaketits