New alignment chart is “thinks they’re smart and they’re right,” “thinks they’re smart and they’re wrong,” “thinks they’re dumb and they’re right,” “thinks they’re dumb and they’re wrong,” and “does not think.”
This is my take. I accept constructive criticism only. Thank you
The only suggestion I have is that Roman belongs dead center in the middle of that graph.
Roman was the hardest to place by far. And then I boiled his character down to “he’s a himbo who thinks highly of himself” and that lead to his position. But yeah, I see the middle making sense in a strange way too
I can’t tell if “they’re right” means being right about if they’re smart, or in a situation they’re correct. Either way it works
As the gloves glide slowly over Janus’s skin, every finger and scale revealed, he suddenly feelssomethingagain. He feels seen and seen through and naked, and it is the best and the most frightening experience in a long time.
“See. Much better this way,” Patton says softly, his breath vibrating beneath Janus’s cheek. “Now, you can tell me what’s bothering you.”
The pathological lie is already on the tip of his tongue, ready to deny. But without his gloves Janus can’t spit it out. He just can’t.
And then there’s Patton.
He of all people.
Patton, who is as different from Janus in every way as one can be. Patton, who is loud and honest, and sunny and kind, who makes stupid dad-jokes and likes frogs. Patton, who has not the slightest idea what he is getting himself into when he takes off the yellow gloves. Patton, who is warm and firm and real under his fingertips. More than anything else, he is real. Not a lie.
Janus shakes his head, lips tingling and heart pounding. He is sure that Patton can feel the frantically vibrating heartbeat against his chest. Everything in Janus’s traitorous body yells at him that this moment might be the most important moment in his life. There’s no way to deny it. Not anymore.
Hey guys! Sorry for being AWOL with my writing for a while. My mental health hasn’t been the best lately :( However! I did watch the new episode! And I had an idea for a story! This is going to be in the same vein as another story of mine Are We Cool? so I hope y’all enjoy!
Warnings!: Possible spoilers for the newest Sanders Sides episode, sympathetic Remus, sympathetic Deceit/Janus, sexual innuendos, gore mentions, odd body movements.
The motion of a brush on a canvas had always been calming to Roman. The sudden appearance of color on a plain white surface gave him a small thrill that couldn’t really be beat, other than being on stage with hundreds watching him. But in any case, the thrill that was usually there was absent now, the burning anger replacing that feeling altogether. It increased tenfold when fingers suddenly appeared at the top of his painting, crazed eyes looking down at him with a Cheshire cat grin following it.
“Remus, get off,” he grumbled, watching the other man laugh as he let go, the blue sky of his painting having strips of paint lifted up from where Remus’s fingers have been. The other side plopped down on Roman’s bed behind him, licking his fingers of where the paint imprinted on his skin.
“Well, dear brother, you’re in quite a mood,” Remus said, crossing his legs and putting his elbows on his knee, his chin resting on his palm as he gave the man a fake pout. “What, not happy to see me?”
“As if I’m ever happy to see you,” Roman turned in his stool to face his brother, crossing his arms with the paintbrush still in hand, glaring at him.
“Aw, Roman,” Remus cooed out, reaching like he was going to pinch the other brother’s cheek. He just grinned when Roman smacked his hand away, waving his own hand from side to side like he touched something slimy.
“Temper, temper,” Remus tsked, mirroring Roman by crossing his arms.
“Look, Remus, as much as you like to pester me into doing one of your messed up ‘adventures’, I’m in no mood to deal with you right now.” Roman turned back around to continue with his painting, flinching back when the scenic picture he had been painting just a moment was replaced with a graphic depiction of a head on the end of a stake staring back at him.
He growled out as he stood up with his brother laughing behind him, tossing the paintbrush to the ground as he pushed the easel over. The image dissipated back into his original painting once it hit the ground, not without creating a tear into the canvas. He let out a dramatic sigh, moving back to flop down on his bed.
Remus was still there, laying down on his stomach with his legs kicking in the air. His hair was an absolute rat’s nest, but that was nothing new. “My, you are in a mood,” Remus mused as he stared at his brother, who had his eyes closed. “Was today’s video not wanting to focus on poor Roman?”
“That’s not it at all,” Roman said, keeping his eyes closed. “It’s…It’s that snake’s fault! He’s been messing with us for all this time, and then he said that his name was Janice, as if Thomas would believe—”
“Wait a minute, Janus told you his name?” Remus interrupted, his eyes getting impossibly wider as he leaned in closer to him. “Oh, tell me about that~”
“Wait, you knew?” Roman sat up in his bed, looking down at his brother with a frown. It was from this angle he realized that Remus’s morning star was leaning against the wall next to his bed, something he was surprised he hadn’t realize sooner. “I thought he was lying again when he said that his name was Janice?”
“Not Janice, dear brother, Janus,” Remus corrected him, sitting up as well. “Like the god with two faces! Oh, I wonder since he had two faces, would he have two di-”
“Focus, Duke, focus,” Roman said, snapping his fingers in front of the other’s face. His brother blinked a few times, bringing his head forward to snap his teeth right next to the hand before looking at him. “Now, how did you know that’s his name? You weren’t there with us for the video!”
“Ah, but that’s the thing, Princey.” Remus wagged his finger in Roman’s face, that grin shit-eating grin not leaving him. “You might have forgotten, but I’m unfiltered! Nothing gets past me and nothing is held back. I just choose to forget the stuff I think is too boring to remember until I have to bring it up.”
Roman frowned at him, letting out a huff. “But that’s not the problem! The problem is that he’s evil! He’s done so much to hurt Thomas, and now Thomas thinks that he should be part of the group? That we should forgive him?”
Remus had his head tilted to the side at an unnatural angle, a sight that hadn’t creeped Roman out in a long time. The thing that was freaky about it was the look that the darker side was giving him; he looked thoughtful, like he was taking apart his words to think over what he said. “Brother, dear, let me ask you something.”
“What? Is it going to be about how I want to do something nasty to Deceit? Or make him eat something disgusting you created?” Roman spat out, trying to hide how weirded out he felt.
“No, for once. What I want to ask is simple: Do you see me as evil?”
Roman sputtered a bit, looking at his brother in surprise. He looked for a sign of a lie, a flash of a sharp-toothed grin to show that Remus was pulling his leg. After an awkward silence filled the room where they just stared at each other, he looked away to rub the back of his neck. “Well, no, I don’t think you’re evil…”
Remus looked a bit surprised by the answer, saying, “But aren’t I worse than Janus? I’m ruled by desire; if Thomas didn’t have any self-control or any shame, then I wouldn’t have stayed away from your silly videos until he was too exhausted to keep me at bay.”
“Yeah, but you’re different! You’re…You’re…” He trailed off, trying to think of what he wanted to say.
“I’m not part of the group,” Remus said, looking at him with the closest thing to a serious look that Roman had seen on him in a long time. “And my input isn’t wanted, nor do I think it ever will be,” he added, and Roman could have sworn he saw a flash of sadness in his eyes before it was gone, his grin coming back.
“Roman, I can’t help with whatever sexual tension you two have—”
“It’s not sexual tension, my god, have you been listening?”
“But don’t let it get in the way of what’s true,” Remus ignored him. “Janus is in the forefront of Thomas’s mind now, and there’s nothing to stop that. You’re stuck with him, so you two can either make up and make out, or you can ignore him until your feelings override and you two fu-”
“I’m not letting you finish that,” Roman said sharply, causing his brother to laugh maniacally. Roman huffed as he got off his bed, going back to pick the now dry painting off the floor, waving his hand over where the tear in the canvas. Almost by magic, the tear fixed itself, looking like nothing had happened to it at all.
“Either way, whatever happens, you might want to give a quick look at what you think is ‘evil’.” Remus’s arm was on his shoulder now, though when Roman looked behind him, he could see that Remus was only just then getting off his bed with his arm stretched out to touch him. Once he reached him, Remus looked at Roman with a raised brow and finished, “Because if you don’t think I’Mevil, then you might need to really think about what evil is to you.”
Roman blinked a couple of times before he slowly nodded, a tired little smile coming to him. “I…I’ll think about it.”
“Good… now, would you like to follow me to that juicy tunnel that I found that I’ve been calling the Glory Ho-”
“Get out of here, Dukey,” Roman snorted out, pushing away a giggling Remus who was finally going to his bedroom door. Just before he left, he turned to look at Roman and said, “Oh, and one last thing.”
The creative side glanced back at his darker brother, who simply pointed in his direction. “I fixed your painting!”
“What? No you did- AH!” He had turned to see what he meant when he saw a sight worse than the one that Remus had made appear earlier: it was painting of a naked Aunt Patty.
“Why?! Why would you do that?” Roman cried out as he covered his eyes, and even though he couldn’t see him, he could practically hear the grin spreading on his face.
“It’s the one thing you can’t unsee!” he cackled before he pranced out, his morning star picking itself up to follow him out.
Roman cautiously looked past his fingers, seeing that his painting was back to normal. He let out a weary sigh as he picked his paintbrush off the floor, the brush primed with the shade of blue he needed to fix the sky that Remus had messed up. When he finished, he took a step back to examine his work.
The picture was of him, Logan, Patton, Virgil, and Thomas, all laying on a hill while cloud gazing. He examined the painting for a few minutes, nodding slowly before he went back to painting, his singular paintbrush changing colors to the one he needed at the moment.
The next time he stopped was when he was called down by Patton to eat dinner, leaving it behind. He would find out that night that Patton was briefly stopped by Remus to ask about him, and had gone to check on him instead. He would also De- Janus come in at some point, making himself a plate before leaving with it and only giving the four sides a nod. And he’d have to help Logan and Patton calm Virgil down from getting up to possibly deck him, much to the other two’s surprise.
And then there was Remus, who had snuck back into brother’s room with a rare soft smile on his lips, looking at a painting of all of them on a hill to watch the clouds go by, with him right there in between Janus and Roman.
So, this was my secret santa gift for @lovebug5151! I’m so, so sorry that this is so late, and I hope I got what were some of the things you wanted. I’ve been under a lot of stress recently, but now it’s behind me so I was finally able to post this! For anyone else wondering, this was a sanders sides g/t secret santa event held by @secret-sanders-sized!
Warnings?: Sickness mention, Loceit, Deceit as a character, allusion to past trauma with no description to it, anxious thoughts,
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It was quiet within the walls.
Dee wasn’t sure if he should be bothered by that fact or not. The boys, Roman and Remus, were both asleep in their beds. Normally, they would both stay up to talk and giggle with each other; the last few days had been rough, though, so he could understand why they weren’t in the mood to be playful. But for now, that’s not what he could focus on. No, there was something else entirely.
Logan was ill.
Now, if they were human, it wouldn’t be a big deal; take some medicine, a lot of rest and fluid, and you’d feel better after a few days. But Dee and Logan weren’t human. They were borrowers.
Dee sat beside their shared bed, a bowl of cool water next to him as he used a scrap of cloth to wipe at Logan’s forehead. Lo was currently asleep, a fever coursing through his body that was almost painful to watch. When he finished, he put the cloth back into the bowl to soak as he tenderly reached over to hold his hand.
“What am I going to do, Lo?” He asked quietly, trying to keep him from waking. They weren’t human beans; they couldn’t go out of the house to get medicine. Whatever was in this house was in their grasp, but that came with its own risks. Much more likely to get caught, much more likely to get stuck, and worse of all, much more likely to overdose.
Dee froze when Logan’s head moved toward him, blinking slowly at him. “Honeybee?” he asked, his voice raspy from sleep and from sickness.
“Yes, Logan?” he breathed out, squeezing his hand.
“Are the boys okay?” He tried to sit up, but he groaned as his very bones seemed to protest at the movement. Dee quickly got him to lie back down, petting his hair.
“Yes, they’re both in their beds, I made sure,” he said to him, trying to smile a bit. Logan shakily reached out and rubbed a thumb on the large scar that covered the side of his face, making him close his eyes and lean in the feeling. His hands were ice cold, much colder than they usually were.
“Dee, do me a favor,” Logan said, his voice hushed.
“Anything in my power,” he immediately said, looking at him with an aching worry.
“Go grab me a piece of paper and some lead,” he said, letting go of Dee’s cheek. The other man nodded, getting from the bed. He swiftly left to go down the hall towards the living room, but he paused at the boys’ room.
Roman and Remus were fast asleep, Roman’s bed empty and Remus’s holding double the amount of sleepers. He smiled softly at the sight of them; they liked to sleep together when one of them had bad dreams, or when they stayed up talking and scheming.
His smile fell as he left, going into the next room to grab what Logan wanted. He made his way back quickly, trying not to wake the boys up. When he came back into their shared room, Dee sat down next to the bed in his spot from before, handing Logan paper and lead.
Logan reached over to their bedside table, a spool of thread that had been cut in half (the other half being in the boys’ room), to put on his glasses. He blinked a few more times to get readjusted, looking down at the paper and getting to work.
Dee watched him write strings of numbers he could only wish to understand; before Logan had to move and found himself here, he had lived at a college professor’s home. It was there that he used the textbooks to learn much more complicated math than the simple adding and subtracting many borrowers knew.
When he was done, Logan flipped the piece of paper over and started writing normal words; he wrote simply, and Dee was grateful for that. He had grown up in the country; specifically in a barn, and it wasn’t until he moved into the more urban areas that he started learning to read.
“Here,” Logan whispered, handing him the paper. He took it, and his eyes began to widen as he understood what he wanted.
“Lo, are you sure?” he breathed, looking at the answer to what would hopefully solve their problem; an exact amount of how much a painkiller he could take.
Logan nodded, taking his glasses off again. “It will help me be well again, so then I’m not a burden.”
“Never,” Dee reached over to squeeze his hand. “Never to me. Never have been, never will be.”
His love gave him that small, rare smile he loved to see, though to see it on a face so pale made his throat close up. Dee leaned over to kiss his forehead once and got up, getting his borrowing bag ready. He had medicine to get, afterall.
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Within one of the bedrooms of the Sanders’ home, a teenager lay on his bed with his headphones in, listening to punk rock music as he worked over something he hated with a burning passion: algebra homework.
Virgil sighed out as he sat up, rubbing his temples for the umpteenth time since he started this an hour ago. The fourteen year old may have been smart, sure, but even he didn’t think he could keep doing this for a minute longer.
He paused his music to take off his headphones, stretching his arms out and arching his back backwards. He stood up and went to his backpack against his dresser, pulling out a battered sketchbook. He snatched up a pen off his dresser and began to pace around, trying to think of anything to sketch.
His dad was downstairs making dinner, so he couldn’t do anything with him at the moment. Normally he’d help him, but this was something new they were trying, and his dad liked to know what he was doing so he knew how to teach him. He did offer to bake cookies with him after though, so he would probably take him up on that offer.
He groaned even more when he tossed the sketchbook on the bed, changing his mind to go get some pjs and take a shower. If he couldn’t draw, and he really didn’t want to go back to algebra, he could at least get himself cleaned up and ready for bed a bit early, right?
He went out into his hallway to go grab a towel out of the linen closet, light footsteps barely heard over the sound of clanking pots further away in the one-story home. When he got into the bathroom, he paused to notice that the medicine cabinet above the sink was cracked open.
Virgil frowned as he set his clothes on top of his toilet, going over to open it up. Did his dad get cut or something and he left the door open? There wasn’t any blood in the sink, so he didn’t think so. When he opened, nothing seemed to be out of place, which confused him even more. The cabinet door was sturdy; it didn’t just swing open on its own. So what…?
As he was about to close it again, he thought he saw something move inside, making him stop to open it again. All was still once more, but now his suspicions were raised as he carefully started to move things around.
When he got to a bottle of cough syrup a sudden sharp pain came from his index finger, making him yelp as his hand pulled back with the bottle. He dropped it though, with growing eyes and his mouth starting to hang open, when he realized what was standing in the cabinet.
It was a tiny man, maybe a bit taller than his finger, standing there with a safety pin in his hand and a glare in his eyes. Virgil didn’t know what to say, taking a single step forward as all his brain could make him say was, “Uhhh…”
“Don’t come a single step closer,” the tiny man spat out, and Virgil couldn’t help but listen as he took in what he was seeing. This man was standing so close to the edge of the shelf, pointing out that safety pin right at him. The whole half of his face was scarred (burns, maybe?) and twisted in anger. No, it wasn’t anger at all.
It was fury.
“W-Wait, don’t move,” he finally said, worry starting to seep out as he realized just what kind of fall at that height would really hurt the man, and he didn’t want him to do anything like that thanks to him.
“Don’t talk to me like that,” the man said, taking another step closer, another step to teeter on the edge. “I can and will make your life a personal hell if you try to lay a finger on me.”
“Please don’t move,” Virgil pleaded, his arms waving a bit in an attempt to calm him down. “I-I don’t want to do anything to you, so please—”
“Don’t think I don’t know your games, bean!” He yelled at him, making Virgil freeze at just how much hatred was in his voice. “You say you won’t do anything, but then you’ll set up traps to get me out, or better yet, you’ll do something like this,” he pointed at his face where the scar laid, “just because you can!”
Virgil felt confusion and anxiety and who knew what else course through at the tiny man’s words, but he couldn’t say anything when nothing came to mind.
“I’m not going to let that happen! So, get—” his tone changed to surprise and fear as his footing slipped, making him wobble over the edge and start going down. Virgil worked on pure instinct, rushing forward with his hands out, feeling a very small weight land in them. He slowly opened his eyes, peering down at the small man in the dark clothes, the smallest pack he’d ever seen by his side and spilled out.
Their eyes met, and for a solid minute the whole world felt like it had gone still. Virgil could barely breathe, but his brain was starting to process the whole fact that this tiny man, so impossibly small, was now in hands. He realized something else too: he was trembling, trembling with a fear he was trying so hard not to show.
The teen reacted quickly and carefully, leaning forward to set the man down on the bathroom counter. He happened to glance down and see that one of the things that had come out of the bag was a painkiller; that was probably why the man was in the cabinet in the first place.
“I’m so sorry, are you okay!” he blurted out, his hand slapping over his mouth. For reasons he didn’t know why himself, he turned around and went out the bathroom door, closing it behind him to dash back into his room. He got to the side of his bed and slid down, his hand still over his mouth.
He sat there in silence for a while, rubbing his temples as he tried to process everything he saw. As he did, other thoughts came into his mind. Where did the man come from? Had he always been here? Why was he taking a painkiller? What was he, and were there anymore?
He shook his head as the last question entered his mind, standing up. He didn’t know, and it wasn’t any of his business. He slowly went back out of his room, going to the bathroom door once more. He rapped a knuckle against the door and pressed an ear against it, listening for any movement. Nothing.
He opened the door to peek inside, finding it completely empty. He looked around, finding nothing that showed that the tiny man had been there. He did find the bottle of cough syrup on the ground, picking it up to put away.
He was starting to think that maybe he’d imagined the whole thing up somehow when something caught his eye. Curled up in the corner of the cabinet was a pile of string with a metal piece at the end. He picked it up carefully in his fingers, examining it. It looked like… a rope and hook. It clicked to him then that that must have been how the man had gotten inside in the first place, but now he had left it behind all thanks to him.
He chewed on his lip as he thought of what to do when he heard his dad calling him. “Hey, kiddo! Dinner’s ready, do you want to eat?”
Virgil quietly pocketed the tiny man’s hook and got out of the bathroom, calling back, “Yeah, one sec!” He glanced at his clothes on the toilet seat, his shower long forgotten. He could take one when he was done eating, and he figured he’d put the hook on the floor somewhere hidden, so that maybe the man would find it again. As much as he wanted to meet him again, he didn’t think it would be a good idea.
Unaware to him in that moment, Dee had made his way back home, a bit shaken up, but happy to be back safe and sound. He’d spend the rest of the evening to take the pain killer and scrape off the amount Logan gave him to help get better. This would make Logan better by the next day, and the day after his fever would break for good, but he didn’t know that yet.
And unaware to the borrowers that lived in the Sanders’ home, Virgil’s sketchbook would start filling with doodles of a strange tiny man with a scar on his face, as well as lists of things he could try to leave for him, for the next few weeks to come.
Y'know when they say “growing anxiety”, “big brain moment”, “your heart’s too big”, etc
Well imagine at these specific moments, the concerned Side turns into a Giant, until he calms down and the moment over.
Logan would probably be the one who willingly grows up, his size making it easier to quickly sort out any needed information in the Library or control panel.
Virgil will try to repress it. If he manages to stay calm, it won’t be more than a couple of inches, staying wary of what could happen next just in case. If it’s a stressful situation, he’ll definitely explode in size as a defense mechanism. If Logan has the misfortune of not being able to access the main core, it’s a “too stressed out to think properly” situation, and it’ll be over once Virgil (and incidentally Thomas) are completely worn out from the panic attack. Virgil will turn back to normal once calmed down and the steam out of his system.
Unless on very emotional moments, like “heart swelling up with joy”, Patton doesn’t grow. He is already a big guy right off the bat. One of the tallest Sides. When they say “your heart is too big for your body”, I think it literally. He’s a gentle Giant, but… Take a bit too much space sometimes. Adding the fact that he’s very clumsy.
If you have a combo of Virgil and Patton not letting Logan do his work, that’s the embodiment of “emotions getting in the way”.
Roman is a yoyo, depending on the self-esteem. He can grow as big and passionate at the slightest ego praise, only to quickly deflate to the first coming criticism.
Remus must stay human sized at any cost.
Janus’s situation is a bit more tricky. While he likes being tall and healthy from the self-care, he actually dislike growing up from lies. The swelling guilt and regrets from lying to the self is just as unbearable as the desperate need to spill everything, because it’s simply not healthy to keep everything inside.
(Had to piece together two pics, one with scales and one without, but otherwise… Seriously, heroforge, you’ll let me make six-armed Janus, but I can’t give Youngblood his dang epaulets? The hell?)
I tried something for an art contest. We were supposed to draw an angel in Hell, or a demon in Heaven. But, with one constraint : put a toaster in the picture.
So you know I thought about Good Omens. And then, while I thought about hiding the toaster somewhere in the background, I found that it would be funny to, you know, own it.
So basically it’s two advertising for heavenly or hellish toaster.
hi there! i love your art! if you want, can you draw some cute dukeceit please?
Hello there ! Of course I can. And I did. And I took this opportunity to answer another anon request- Deceit in period clothing.
So, here’s two dark sides, in victorian outfits !
The scene is probably taking place in the late 19th century ; but Remus’ outfit is kind of outdated. It’s closer to 1840’s english fashion. I just had this vibe about him, deliberately wearing outdated clothes. And yes, Janus is smaller.
I really like the symbolism of Janus’ name. The two-faces god, a constant duality between past and future, beginning and end, night and day.
Maybe it has to do with the fact that I’m non-binary, but the image of the Roman god Janus is really appealing to me.
And as for the character ? Well, he’s my favorite in Sanders Sides. And it says a lot, when you see how great are every characters on that show !
So, well, all of that to say that I did a drawing.
So, well, here it is ! Hope you like it. I try to play with the original imagery of the Roman god, while sprinkling Sanders Sides’ symbols. For example, the two doors ; one directed to the Dark Side, the other to the Light.
So, here’s our favorite Princey, fighting the Dragon Witch like the hero he is ! It’s all bluff, tho. Just for the picture. Soon, he’ll end up doing a How To Train Your Dragon remake.
⭐what a great day to remember to tag ur sympathetic deceit/deceit ships⭐
But seriously guys, please do make sure that you tag at the very least, “deceit” on the post, as there are people who are triggered by him. A few people I know has come across posts about deceit multiple occasions for that very reason. Especially this week, as from what I’ve heard it is sympathetic deceit week.
Be mindful of your fellow fanders and remember to tag deceit if he’s in the post, especially if it’s a sympathetic deceit post!
Exactly! I would go even further and say that we should tag accordingly:
A deceit friendly/sympathetic post: #sympathetic deceit
A deceit ship: #[name of ship] + #deceit ships
Some people want to see deceit works, but not sympathetic ones, and they need proper tagging to ensure that they don’t get triggered. Tagging is easy and free.
Oo! Yeah, I forgot to mention that
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again:
Please also tag abusive deceit!! I hate getting any content where deceit is abusive or horrible to the other sides across my dash.
A lot of people ARE tagging sympathetic deceit, but next to nobody is tagging abusive deceit and it fucking sucks.
Hi, this is the op (on my other account). This post was made in the midst of “Sympathetic Deceit Week” and I was seeing a lot of untagged Sympathetic Deceit posts. This post is not about tagging abusive Deceit. This post was made for those of us that do not want to see Deceit-positive posts.
I have seen several people adding their opinions on Deceit to this post. It drowns out the original intent, and is a potential trigger to people who are reblogging this that don’t like Deceit.
It’s important to tag abusive deceit, but that is not what this post is about.
⭐what a great day to remember to tag ur sympathetic deceit/deceit ships⭐
But seriously guys, please do make sure that you tag at the very least, “deceit” on the post, as there are people who are triggered by him. A few people I know has come across posts about deceit multiple occasions for that very reason. Especially this week, as from what I’ve heard it is sympathetic deceit week.
Be mindful of your fellow fanders and remember to tag deceit if he’s in the post, especially if it’s a sympathetic deceit post!
Please remember this!
Wait a minute!!! Is the sympathetic deceit week and NOBODY TELLS ME???!!!
⭐what a great day to remember to tag ur sympathetic deceit/deceit ships⭐
But seriously guys, please do make sure that you tag at the very least, “deceit” on the post, as there are people who are triggered by him. A few people I know has come across posts about deceit multiple occasions for that very reason. Especially this week, as from what I’ve heard it is sympathetic deceit week.
Be mindful of your fellow fanders and remember to tag deceit if he’s in the post, especially if it’s a sympathetic deceit post!
Exactly! I would go even further and say that we should tag accordingly:
A deceit friendly/sympathetic post: #sympathetic deceit
A deceit ship: #[name of ship] + #deceit ships
Some people want to see deceit works, but not sympathetic ones, and they need proper tagging to ensure that they don’t get triggered. Tagging is easy and free.
