The Orange Side (Sanders Sides)

The Orange Side (Sanders Sides)

Hello guys! I have zero clue if this has been done before, but I was speculating on the orange side, and I think I have a hypothesis as to who they may be. I’ve seen a couple of theories, including the ever popular “insanity” theory, but I don’t think I’ve seen anything quite like this. If it’s been done, please let me know! (By the way, this whole post is going to be functioning under the assumption that there are seven sides, the “full rainbow” theory.) I’ve seen a lot of speculation as well about “opposite” or “complementary” sides, which I found to roughly stack up like this:

There’s no dark blue or yellow on mobile im sorry

Roman & Remus

Patton & Deciet

Logan & ...Virgil?

There’s also been a lot of color symbolism and complimentary sides discussions, ending up in some deciding that Virgil and Deciet would be opposites, or something esle to that effect. As true as it seems with Roman and Remus, and as plausable a theory as it could be for the others, I don’t believe this to be true.

Let’s forget about colors for a second, let’s focus on opposites. If we look at the most basic traits that each side embodies, I think we can sync up some opposites:

“Good” and “bad” creativity

“Good” and “bad” morals

Now, an argument can be made as well for Logan and Virgil to be “good” and “bad” thinking, or something along those lines, but I feel in this case that would both disrupt the color theory that seemed to fit everyone so nicely together, and leave the orange side as a free floating dark side/other. While plausible, it didn’t really seem to make as much sense as it should have to me.

Now, take a moment to consider the light sides themselves. They’re all emotive, and seem to represent (to an extent) emotions, something that becomes a little bit of a grey zone when you look to the dark sides/others. All of them are emotion based, except Logan. And if there are supposed to be seven sides, one would expect there to be as close to an even split between light and dark as is possible. But seven doesn’t divide evenly into two parts, and someone is going to sway the balance to light or dark/other.

Unless that’s not how it works at all. Unless logic isn’t really a “light” side, it’s actually it’s own thing. If you think about it, it (maybe) makes sense. You have three “sets” of counterparts, all deciding your actions, trying to help you live your best life. And you have one more facet, your own Logan. Logan has been the one to figuratively “take down” both Deciet and Remus, and if you count the debate, he helped sway Virgil as well. He’s been the only one able to “keep the peace”. Logan has also been accused of defending dark sides in the past.

It doesn’t make sense for him to have one distinct “opposite”. Rather, I believe his job is to keep the peace, not to counteract a “bad” emotion. And what is the opposite of logic? Emotion itself.

Hear me out on this, I know it sounds crazy. I think that the orange side might be a light side, something akin to confidence. This might be a flimsy theory written up stream of consciousness style, but I think if someone who actually knew what they were talking about looked into this a bit, it might be plausable.

If this was true, this would be more or less what the sides and their counterparts would look like:

Logan

Roman & Remus

Patton & Deciet

Orange Side & Virgil

I know that Virgil is technically a light side now, and that would sway the balance quite a lot. But he started as a dark side. And maybe it’s the same with this orange side, maybe they’ve been swayed just the way he has. Maybe they’re conceited or narcissistic now, maybe they’re something akin to insanity. I don’t know, I’m just screaming into the void here. Might edit this later.

If you can disprove my theory or just want to tack on something of your own, I’d love to see other’s thoughts about it!

how do I find a fic that’s exactly like the one I’ve just read but also different

Awwwwww (I’m sorry I just had to write this but I doubt I did it justice!)

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“The arms.”

“Excuse me?” Deciet looked down the brim of his nose at Roman, expressionless save for the slightly smug smile that seemed to adorn his face at all times.

“I want to see them,” the prince huffed, looking about three seconds away from rolling his eyes. “All of them. Can you show me?”

“I don’t know... can I?” Deciet drawled in return, if only to aggravate the dramatic man in front of him. He was quite cute when he was angry, his face flushed a bright red that complimented his sash so very well...

Roman really did roll his eyes then, before hesitating. He scrunched his eyes closed for a moment before speaking again. “...Please?” The word seemed to pain him, and this only caused Deciet’s smirk to grow.

Very slowly, Deciet raised his arms from his sides, watching the way Roman’s eyes carefully followed his movement. He hesitated for only a moment more. Was he really about to do this?

Romans eyes were bright as he watched, his expression something akin to hopeful. Deciet could feel himself give in, and he had to stifle a sigh. Still slower than before, Deciet’s other arms raised up to meet the light as he forced down his discomfort. “Ta-da,” he said dryly. “I definitely don’t hope they were everything you hoped they would be-“ he trailed off in confusion, voice laced with surprise at this point rather than his usual sarcasm. “What in God’s name are you doing?”

Roman looked up at him from where he knelt on the floor, and simply smirked. Carefully, he reached out, taking one of Deciet’s still gloved hands, and raising it to his mouth. There, he placed a small kiss on the center of the top of Deciet’s hand.

Deciet couldn’t help the small flush that began to cover half of his face. Very subtly, he turned that half of his face from Roman’s, so as not to reveal to the prince the possibility of any emotions he may be feeling at that very moment. In fact, he felt a strange sense of pride at how well he was concealing his fast beating heart and unbridled joy at the affection Roman was giving him.

Roman moved to his right hand, and then the hand above that. And Deciet let him, the same small flush adorning his face all the while. In fact, he stayed still as a rock as Roman kissed all his hands, the only change being that his smile seemingly appeared just a tad more genuine than only moments before.

Roman stood up, a smirk on his face to rival Deciet’s.

Deciet himself cleared his throat. “Well, that was just terrible,” he managed to get out, hiding his hands once more, and refusing to meet Roman’s eye.

He was rewarded with a small giggle, and his heart soared. Curse these emotions... “I’m sure it was,” Roman answered mirthfully. “I’m sure it was.”

cute prompt

Roman asking Deceit to show off all his arms. he then proceeds to give a smooch to every one of Deceit’s hands once he confusedly does so.

Sorry sorry I hate to tread on your amazing idea, but I got inspired and wanted to write something for it! :D

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“Pat?” Virgil’s voice was soft, his eyes wide and confused. Patton could feel himself ripping in two even as he looked at the other side, too ashamed of his past actions to respond. Virgil glanced down to the floor. He bit his lip.

“Patton?” Now Roman spoke, and unlike Virgil, his voice was guarded, his tone sharp. “What did you just say?” The creative side looked down on the man he thought was his friend, and Patton could feel tears prick in the corners of his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered. “I would never mean to hurt you.” Patton wouldn’t make eye contact with either of them, shakily fiddiling with his glasses.

“I don’t understand why you all are are so confused,” Logan said, though even his voice carried a twinge or sadness in it. “He already told us that he was the one to push the others away.” Logan paused, closing his eyes for only a moment before regaining his composure. “Deciet, Remus, and... Virgil.”

Virgil wouldn’t look up from the ground, now chewing nervously on his fingernail.

“Kiddo?” Patton asked desperately, voice cracking with emotion and barely more than a whisper. “I didn’t mean to. You believe me, right? We’re the bestest most dynamicest duo, right?”

Virgil still wouldn’t look at him. When he finally spoke once more, his voice was charged with something akin to wistfulness. “When Thomas was a teenager, I really started to hold some sway over his actions, maybe moreso than any of you. It was a huge responsibility, and I tried to manage it accordingly. At the time, I felt as though I was doing what was best for Thomas, keeping him safe. And everyone hated me for it.” Virgil’s tone had turned sour. “I never understood that part. I was just trying to help, just doing what I was supposed to do. And everyone pushed me away for it. So I pushed back. I was confused as to why anyone would try to silence me, and I grew bitter. I struggled so hard to get out of that endless loop of hatred and loathing.” Virgil let out a humorless laugh. “It’s good to know that the ones who pushed me away are, deep down, no better than me.”

Patton let out a little, choked sounding sob.

Virgil looked up then, making direct eye contact with Patton. “Trying to force my way back to you was the worst decision I’ve ever made.” Virgil bit his lip again, pain clear on his face.

Patton inhaled, his whole body shuttering, the tears in his eyes threatening to overflow. He couldn’t even bring himself to call out for Virgil one last time.

“Virgil, wait-“ Logan tried, and then Virgil was gone. He didn’t sink out, he was just gone. And Patton could feel the hole in his heart growing.

Roman spoke up then. “He’s right, you know.”

Patton whirled around to face the creative side.

“When Thomas was young, no older than five or six, Remus was always there with me. When I was sad, he would comfort me. When he was in trouble, I would cover for him. We were inseparable.” It was Roman’s turn to laugh, though it came out more a mockery of a laugh than anything else. “Well... we were inseparable. Clearly we were quite separable by the time you started to dictate who was or wasn’t good for Thomas.” Roman shook his head. “You’re no better than the monsters you made them out to be. I’m done with this conversation.”

Very slowly, Roman sunk down, clearly repressed tears beginning to fall.

And Patton stood there, torn almost to shreds, tears falling freely down his face. Very slowly, he turned to face Logan, who remained emotionless. “Lo?” He whispered.

“Ah, Patton.” Logan was inspecting a speck of dust on his shirt. “I- I think I should just leave right now. It would be the... ah, logical thing to do.”

Patton nodded, more to himself than Logan, as Logan hastily sank out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Patton collapsed to the ground. Tears dripped from his cheeks to the floor. His shaky breathing seemed to fill the room, a terrifying crescendo of all of his wrongdoings.

And so Patton sat there, and he sobbed.

Please don’t leave me.

I just wanted what was best for Thomas.

More tears hit the floor. Drip, drop. Drip, drop.

just imagine it comes out that Patton (even if unintentional) was responsible for separating the dark and light sides. Like IMAGINE the angst especially with Virgil and Patton’s relationship and then Remus and Roman probably missing so much time together

I am laughing so hard oh my god clickhole