#sanderssides

Any dress Is fine cuz a prince has gotta slay ✨💅

OH and maybe Virgil in this-

Ignore the text- 🥹

But you can do both, one or neither it’s fine 🥹🫶

Have you ever seen two pretty best friends because I have

Thank you for the request these were very fun. Even though my personal view of Virgil would be that he wouldn’t wear the given top outside of his room it was still fun to do. I love drawing the sides serving

Romans dress is as you can tell inspired by his skirt/dress photoshoot which I think about every single day. Also it’s kinda inspired by Chappell roans medieval princess look.

References and close ups under cut :)

they all want logan so bad im crineee

The Circus was so dark. There was no one around.

“Hello? Where'd everyone go?”

It was silent. Completely silent.

“Hello???” Thomas looked around, hesitantly walking over to the stage. He couldn't see an inch in front of him. “Patton! Logan, Emile?? Roman???? Someone!!!”

A spotlight shone on the stage, and Thomas flinched from it. He backed away from the stage, looking around in alarm.

A figure appeared in the spotlight, staring Thomas down. Thomas squinted, but couldn't tell who the figure was. They were somehow covered by the shadows, yet still stood in the center of the spotlight.

“You're running from what you've done. I know what you did. Even if you can't remember it.”

Thomas couldn't make out who was speaking, as the voice became distorted and glitchy. “Wh-hat do you mean…?”

“You'll remember.”

The figure's eyes turned bright red.

Thomas sat up abruptly in bed, breathing heavily. He clutched his chest, feeling the pounding heartbeat that was ringing in his ears.

Another dream… more like a nightmare, holy shit…

Thomas inhaled deeply and got out of bed, walking out of his room. It…was still dark. He began to feel a sense of deja vu.

“Hello…?” Thomas called out hesitantly. Everyone was usually awake by now. Unless he woke up early.

Thomas walked out to the stage and hesitated when he saw the spotlight shine. “Uhh…”

Then the lights in the entire Circus switched on, signaling morning. Roman popped up on the stage, in the spotlight. “Goooood morning, Thomas!!! You're up early.”

“Ah…hey, Roman,” Thomas said, glancing around. He really was the first one up. “Uh…how're you?”

Roman's eyes brightened in surprise from the ask. He grinned and sat on the stage, kicking his legs. “I am doing spectacular! And how about yourself? Did you sleep well?”

“Uhh…sure,” Thomas said, taking a seat next to him. “What's the adventure for today?”

“Well actually, it's going to be a bit of a short one today. There's a few technical difficulties I need to iron out in the Circus, so a short adventure is all I have time for today,” Roman explained.

“What if you put a hot iron on your face,” a sudden shrill voice said out of nowhere, causing Thomas to jump.

Roman rolled his eyes. “Remus, that's enough.”

The voice giggled maniacally.

“Uhhh…who?” Thomas asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Remus,” Roman sighed. “He's just a voice in my head, pay him no mind.”

“If he's a voice in your head, why can I hear him?”

“Because I'm gonna FUCK YOUR MOM-”

Roman snapped his fingers, silencing the voice. His eye twitched. “Apologies for that.”

“Uhhh….no worries? He seems….interesting,” Thomas said hesitantly.

“He's an annoying nuisance,” Roman mumbled. Then he sighed and hopped off the stage. “Alright, Thomas! Why don't you gather the others and we can get this adventure started!”

“Uh, sure,” Thomas said, walking off to the bedrooms.

Roman watched him leave, and his smile dropped immediately. He turned around. “Remus, you have got to stop scaring the new people.”

“I don't think I'm the one scaring them~”

Roman's eyes narrowed. “I am not scaring them! Stop saying that! Just…go away.”

“Well, they sure hated yesterday's scary adventure. You heard them.”

“They were just…saying that in the heat of the moment. Of course they loved it. They love all my adventures!” Roman said, crossing his arms.

“They hate the adventures. Just like they hate you.”

Thomas came back to the stage a bit later with Patton, Emile, Janus, Logan and Virgil. They all gathered around the stage.

“Where'd he go? He was just here,” Thomas frowned, looking around for Roman.

A piece of paper appeared in Thomas's hands. He looked down in surprise, reading it out loud.

“Today's adventure is a short one while I take care of some business in the Circus. A pile of weapons will spawn in different areas of the Circus. You must pair into teams of two and go about on a shooting spree. The last team standing is the winner. Good luck! And P.S., Virgil, you're doing the adventure, you don't have a choice <3 -Roman.”

“Motherfucker,” Virgil growled under his breath.

“Patton, do you wanna be on my team?” Emile asked, smiling a little as they walked over to the cardigan clad man.

“Oh, yeah, of course, Em!!! Let's uh, kick their butts!” Patton exclaimed with a giggle.

Virgil sighed and glanced at Logan. “You wanna team up with me?” The silent man in glasses gave a nod.

Thomas glanced at the only person left.

Janus.

Fuck my life.

After descending down several flights of stairs Thomas and Logan still couldn't find the exit.

Thomas sighed, looking around. “We've been at this for hours… is there a forfeit option?”

Logan chuckled, opening a door and walking through. “I take it you don't enjoy these adventures much.”

“Not yet, anyway… I hate horror stuff, it just stresses me out,” Thomas said with a sigh.

“I understand that. These adventures can be a lot, sometimes. But you're not alone, so there's no need to worry,” Logan said, giving Thomas a small smile.

Thomas smiled a bit as well. “Thanks, Logan. I'm glad I got to finally meet you.”

Logan's smile grew. “C'mon, let's keep moving.”

After what seemed like forever Thomas and Logan reached the bottom floor. There was a large foyer with dust covered couches and chairs covered in cobwebs. “Hey wait. Roman said there were gonna be ghosts. We haven't even seen one.”

“I wonder if he just said that to throw us off from the Mimic thing,” Logan said, deep in thought.

“That's evil,” Thomas sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“Well hey, there's the exit right there,” Logan said, pointing off to the side. Sure enough, a door with the word “EXIT” stood there, plain as day.

“Let's hurry and get out of here!” Thomas exclaimed, running to the door.

However, just before he could touch the door handle, something yanked him back, causing him to stumble and fall to the floor. “What the-”

Logan's eyes widened in alarm. “Are you alright, Thomas??? What on Earth..”

Another invisible force shoved Logan onto the floor as well, with great strength. Logan grunted, but pushed himself back up.

“I think we found the ghosts,” he said under his breath.

“Great! Just what I fucking wanted!” Thomas cried out in sarcastic horror. He anxiously looked around himself.

Several pairs of eyes opened and stared the duo down from the darkness. They just stood there, unmoving.

Thomas turned around and jolted when a near invisible form stood in front of the exit door, blocking it. One of the ghosts.

“Well, well, well… Looks like we have two left~” a very familiar voice said. Thomas and Logan looked at each other.

Patton slowly walked down the stairs, a sinister look in his eyes. “I assume you know what happens next, right?”

“It's the Mimic,” Logan whispered to Thomas, keeping his eyes on the imposter. Thomas nodded quietly.

“Too scared to talk to me?” The Mimic asked with a dark chuckle. It reached the floor and slowly stalked over to Thomas and Logan. “You both will make an excellent addition to my collection…”

“No thanks, I'm very good, thanks,” Thomas said nervously, scooting back. Logan seemed to have an idea.

The Mimic let out a low growl of amusement, its eyes locked on Thomas. “A jumpy one, I see… Perhaps I'll take you first.”

“You're just afraid to show us your true form,” Logan suddenly declared, a confident look in his eyes. “That's why you're hiding as a copy of our friend. Because you're a coward.”

The Mimic's head snapped to Logan, eyes narrowing in anger. “Insecure? You dare call me such a thing?”

“Prove to me you aren't. Show us your true form and I'll believe you're not insecure.”

The Mimic snarled in rage, its perfect copy of Patton slowly melting off of it. It was truly a sickening sight to see what appeared to be a human melting into nothing.

But the creature that stood in its place was a horrifying sight, especially when up close like this. Its skin was a sickly green with pink organs peeking out along its blob-like form. It had a cluster of eyes that followed Logan's every move. But its three rows of teeth were the most terrifying part of it.

“Do you still think I'm insecure?!” The being snarled, its voice gurgling.

“Yes.” Logan reached in his pocket and pulled out a pocket mirror, holding it up to the Mimic.

The creature shrieked when seeing its reflection. “No no NO!!!!!!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!!!!!!”

It let out a loud, shrill scream as its own body slowly melted into a green puddle on the floor. The lights flickered from the scream, and the surrounding ghosts covered their ears and disappeared.

When the Mimic was finally dead Thomas looked at Logan. “Where did you find the pocket mirror?!”

Logan chuckled and tossed it aside. “I picked it up on the way down here.”

“That was insanely badass, Logan, oh my god.”

Logan smiled and stood up, helping Thomas up as well. “Ready to head back to the Circus?”

Thomas looked at the door and walked over, but then paused. “Will you go back to not being able to talk?”

Logan looked at the floor and sighed. “Yes. But in darker places like this, I'll have my voice back. The longer I'm in darkness, the more memories I can remember as well.”

“Really? Like who you were before the Circus?” Thomas asked, eyes wide.

Logan nodded. “It's still fuzzy, but I remember bits and pieces here and there. Perhaps we could talk about them before-”

He was cut off by Roman's hands reaching through the door and yanking Thomas and Logan through, ending the adventure.

“Sooooo….that thing is gone…… We're fucked. We are like. So fucked.”

Thomas looked around frantically, as if expecting the mimic creature to jump out at any moment.

Logan walked up to the cage, staring at the sign. A mimic. He looked over, seeing a book with the exact name on a shelf.

Thomas saw it too. “How…oddly convenient.”

Logan picked up the book and began to read it to himself. “The Mimic is a creature that despises looking at itself in a mirror. So, to hide its body it will use its victims and make itself an identical copy to them. It will go about, collecting souls while swapping between different looks. It is a very insecure, but very dangerous monster. Especially in the dark.” He closed the book.

Thomas stared at him in shock. “You…actually talk…?”

“Precisely. There are times in the Circus when I…am unable to speak. But oddly enough, in darkness, I am able to speak,” Logan said, adjusting his glasses.

Thomas frowned in confusion. “Why?”

Logan sighed and looked at Thomas. “Unfortunately…I'm not allowed to tell you. Not yet, anyway. Now, let's get back to this Mimic.”

Thomas stared at Logan, shocked and dumbfounded. “Uhh…right. So…If it's so insecure and hates mirrors, we just grab a mirror and have it on us at all times, yeah?”

“Do you want to carry a full length mirror the whole time?”

“What about a pocket mirror?”

“Do you see any pocket mirrors?” Logan asked, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“...Okay yeah, good point. Back to the drawing board.”

“Ughhh, we keep walking into dead ends! We're never gonna get out of here at this rate!” Patton exclaimed in irritation as they came across yet another dead end. Emile was searching down another hallway while Janus leaned against the wall.

Patton turned and stared at him. “Are you gonna help???”

“Nah, you got it from here.”

“UGH.”

Janus snickered and rolled his eyes. “C'mon, seriously? It's so easy to find the way out of here. C'mon, follow me.” He turned right and walked over to a wall. He touched it and pushed in. There was a hidden door in the wall, and he just opened it.

“Wh-” Patton and Emile were shocked by it. “How'd you know that was there?!” Emile asked in shock.

“What can I say? I'm just that good. Now you coming or what?”

Patton rolled his eyes and followed after Janus, Emile hurrying after him.

The hidden passageway was dark and a bit cold, a sudden contrast to the previous room they were in.

“Do you even know where you're going?” Patton asked Janus.

Janus stopped at a doorway at the end of the corridor. “Absolutely.” He pushed the door open and stepped inside, Patton and Emile doing the same.

The door slammed shut behind them.

The room was freezing cold, but Patton and Emile immediately heard muffled yelling coming from the corner of the dark room. Their eyes widened when they saw a tied up Janus in the corner, a cloth over his mouth.

“Janus…?” Patton breathed, a chill creeping its way down his spine. “If…Janus is there…then who…” he slowly turned around.

The Mimic stared Patton down with extremely tiny slitted eyes. It grinned wide, showing rows of teeth. Its copied form of Janus slowly melted away onto the floor, its disgustingly vile form revealing itself. It growled lowly.

Patton and Emile stared at it in utter horror, faces beyond pale. They scrambled back. “H-Holy…oh god…” Patton whispered.

“I don't think the door's locked,” Emile shakily whispered.

“Run. Now,” Patton said urgently. Both him and Emile sprinted for the door. Emile made it out, but Patton screamed when the Mimic grabbed him and yanked him back. “EMILE, KEEP RUNNING!!!!”

The horrified Emile sprinted down the corridor and refused to look back. They forced the hidden door open and stumbled out, back into the guest bedrooms area. They quickly sprinted in the opposite direction, coming across a descending staircase. They had no idea if the Mimic was following them, but they hurried down the spiraling staircase as fast as they could go.

The staircase ended up being five stories tall, and when Emile reached the bottom they were exhausted. They panted, looming around the new room frantically.

But then their gaze stopped when they saw a big red door that said “EXIT”. They could kiss it they were so relieved. “Oh thank God it's over-”

“Over?~ Who said it was over?~”

Emile went rigid when Patton's voice cut through them. It was the Mimic, who now had copied itself to be exactly like Patton. Shakily, Emile turned around to face it.

The Patton Mimic grinned sadistically, walking down the last step of the staircase. “Why are we leaving so soon? I was just getting acquainted.”

Emile backed away. They just needed to sprint to the door.

“Cat got your tongue? That's okay, you'd still make a wonderful disguise!-”

Emile sprinted to the door and swung it open, running out. The door slammed shut behind them.

The Patton Mimic blinked in surprise. “Oh. I was supposed to monologue some more and then kill them. Dammit.”

Thomas stared at the room in front of him. “Uhh… Nothing but a staircase….going up. I thought the whole point was to go down???”

It was a small room, with only an ascending staircase in front of his eyes.

Logan silently went up the stairs without a word. Thomas hoped this wasn't the wrong door to go through.

While ascending the stairs Thomas noticed that it began to grow darker around them both. “God, I hate this…” He muttered to himself. “Why a horror adventure? Of all things.”

Once they reached the top of the staircase Logan looked back at Thomas. He pointed to a large cage in the center of the room. Inside the cage was a creature of some sort. It looked like a disgusting mass of organs and bones. It was sleeping. There was a sign on the cage that said “MIMIC”.

Thomas felt sick at the sight of it. He stayed silent, following Logan as they silently tiptoed past the cage.

Thomas and Logan made their way to the next door. But just as Thomas touched the doorknob the lights went out. There was a loud crash, causing Thomas to scream in alarm.

When the lights shut off Logan looked down at Thomas with concern. Thomas was hugging Logan tight. He sheepishly let go of Logan and cleared his throat. “Uh- my bad.”

Then he noticed the cage door was wide open. The creature was gone.

Thomas paled. “Uh oh.”

Patton and Emile walked down a long hallway. Thankfully, there was plenty of lighting around them.

“Thanks for letting me go with you,” Emile said softly.

“Anytime, Em,” Patton said with a smile. “I knew you didn't wanna deal with Janus. I..can't really blame you there.”

“He's just…mean every chance he gets,” Emile said quietly. They looked down at the floor.

“Let's not worry about him right now,” Patton said, patting Emile's shoulder. “Now, let's see here…”

Up ahead was a doorway, leading to several guest bedrooms. Patton peeked his head in one of them. “Huh.. Looks dusty in here.”

Emile walked in another guest bedroom and glanced into the mirror. “We don't have to find a key or anything, do we? We just have to escape?”

“I'm pretty sure, yeah,” Patton said from the room he was in. “Just don't die and escape. Hopefully, everything goes smoothly…”

Emile sighed and walked back to Patton. “We should probably keep going then.”

“Sounds like a couple of scaredy cats~”

Patton and Emile both let out a short scream when Janus jumped into the room.

“Janus! How in the world are you here?? I thought you went through the other door!” Patton huffed and fixed his crooked cardigan.

Janus crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “Where's the fun in going alone? I'd rather pester you two.”

Emile stuck close to Patton, and Patton rolled his eyes. “Ugh. Whatever, just c'mon.”

Patton and Emile went along down the corridor, while Janus trailed behind them.

While their backs were turned he grinned. Sharp teeth glistened in the light as his eyes turned to slits, staring the next targets down.

“Janus, are you coming?? You're moving like a snail!” Patton called back.

The slitted eyes and teeth were gone in an instant. “Yeah yeah, quit whining, I'm coming.” He picked up the pace and walked alongside the two.

check the alt text if you can’t read it!! (iykyk)