Guys, gals and non binary pals, wanna share your predictions on this?
I predict that the next Sanders Asides is going to be either an episode with just the sides, without Thomas or maybe a flashback episode? Maybe. I mean, he did say it would be “a tad different”
I know that asides isn’t connected to the main plot but I want it to start off with Virgil waking up in his room. He checks his phone and goes “sh*t I overslept” then gets out of bed fast. He checks his phone to see that they recorded a video without him so he needs to find out what happened. First he runs into Remus who also has no clue what happened. Then he runs into the rest of the sides one by one who gives a flashback of their interpretation of the events. Afterwards Virgil can’t really make sense of it so he does his “you tried, you failed, let’s go to sleep” thing then takes a nap.
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
Janus looks disparagingly at the ridiculous paper hat with the inscription ‘Dunce’. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, already knowing that he will not like the answer.
“Teach punished me for being a bad boy.”
Remus shows him a wide and reckless grin, looking actually proud of that incident. He probably is.
“So Logan gained the upper hand?” Janus asks just to be sure, teeth-gnashingly.
That didn’t go according to plan. He had sent the Duke for a reason. No one could create chaos better than him. The perfect trigger. Janus knows that, relied on it. But they failed. Again.
“We have lost a battle, not the war.” Remus shrugs his shoulders, carelessly, as if this all is not a great kick in the ass.
Janus stares at him and feels his left eyelid begin to twitch angrily. He hates it when everything goes wrong and there is no one to threaten, blackmail or blow up for it. He can’t cope with that.
“It’s not that bad, Jan,” he still insists. “I gave him a hard time, you know. Bear-trap, nails in his cornflakes, a zombie in the closet… I even sang pathetically.”
When Remus says such crazy things, they always sound like they actually make sense. It’s a talent.
“Common, let me show you.” He came closer, one hand already on his shoulder.
“Remus, buddy, yet is not the time for-”
Before Janus even starts to realize what’s happening, he finds himself on a stool with a butt rubbing his lap, dangerously close to his best piece.
“…”
Remus smirks, revealing a shark-like grin. He looks a bit sexy, but only a little, and Janus is too frustrated to acknowledge that. Hidden somewhere behind shapeless clothes and puffed sleeves from the designer hell, a ridiculous moustache and centimeter-thick makeup, Remus actually has a pretty face with finely cut features and puppy eyes. Rarely does anyone get to see that, because Remus doesn’t necessarily peddle it around.
“What are you doing?” Janus hisses, sounding like a snake ready to bite.
Undeterred, Remus continues. “Giving you an example how I drove Logan crazy.”
Janus closes his eyes and exhales audibly.
“Don’t tell me…”
“Not exactly like this, but I think you get the point.” Remus turns his head in Janus’s direction and laughs. He can feel his breath gently vibrating on his scales. “And you’re hot when you’re angry.”
“No! I’m angry when I’m angry.”
That’s a lie. Or something in between.
Only Remus ever dares to call him ‘hot’ and means it, which is perhaps down to the fact that he has a twisted taste, anyway. What person with sanity and reason would find a snake face attractive?
“Get off my lap or I’ll kill you.”
“You don’t.”
“Want to bet?”
Needless to say, that Remus stays where he is. He even has the audacity to lean back and rest on Janus’s chest. This sneaky rat!
Sometimes Janus wishes that Remus wasn’t so indifferent to death threats.
“Fine,” he says and wraps his arms around him like a boa around its prey. Tight and deadly. But not as deadly to honestly harm him, though.
For a couple of seconds they remain in silence, marvellous silence, which is so damn atypical for Remus that it should worry Janus. It doesn’t, however. Janus can feel Remus’s chest gently moving with a regular breath. It’s soothing. Somehow the annoying bastard always manages to calm him down in a strange way. Janus should be concerned.
“He’s almost back, Jan. I could see the orange glim in his eyes,” Remus whispers, sounding more sincere than one would ever expect from him.
“Hm,” huffs Janus, vaguely, loosening his grip a bit. Excitement and fear suddenly fighting in his chest. Well, that’s what they hoped for. Right?
The orange side has always been somewhat uncontrollable, though. Not uncontrollable in a way like Virgil, who had unexpectedly abandoned Janus for becoming one of the good guys. Ugh.
Before Janus can think about how uncontrollable and impulsive Remus is, he already starts to bounce from one buttock to the other.
“What now?”
“I’m bored,” Remus complains.
Even though he could have freed himself from Janus’s grip long ago, he still sits on his lap, inexplicably. Well, Remus has a lot of little things about him that defy any explanation. That’s a given. On top of that, he is terribly annoying. But at least he would never betray Janus, never let him down.
“We should do something,” Remus adds impatiently.
What Janus likes about that addition is the small word ‘we’.
“You still have to demonstrate me how Logan lectured you.” Janus clears his throat. “Are we gonna do that or what?”
There’s silence again. Then a strange mixture of an unreadable and mischievous grin slowly begins to spread on Remus’s face. “Okay.”
There is not much room in Janus’s life and in his thoughts. Not for other things except crazy plans and this web of deceit. Around Remus, however, there’s sometimes silence, elusive but undeniably marvellous.
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.
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.
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