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!

Wow would you look at that it’s Me

types of fic writers #2

bullet points: the only thing you write is bullet point fic. or short fic. it’s good writing, it’s just never as long as you want it to be. you envy those who can write 50k epics at the drop of a hat. and they, in turn, envy you.

WIP Central: you last completed a fic in 2009. your folders are full of nameless fics crying out for attention. you cannot open them without a surge of guilt. in spite of this, you open another document, and begin another fic.

word counter broke: this one, you tell yourself, will be a measly 2k. it is not. you watch in creeping horror as the counter climbs first to 5k, then to 11k. you still have six major plot points left to go. the fic is expected to clock at 23k but knowing you, will reach 50k. you have a sequel planned. there is no end in sight.

error 404: I’m writing, you tell people, and you are. you post snippets on your blog. yet your ao3 fic counter is a firm zero. you never post anything. you crave validation. your finger hovers over the new work button. you close the tab.

I endlessly admire fic authors who have betas and write chapters and chapters ahead of what they post because you best believe my needy ass is slapping just-finished, mildly edited and typo-laden fics onto AO3 the moment they’re done so I can get that sweet sweet validation

I am laughing so hard oh my god clickhole

This theory is so cool!! It kinda carries the same energy as the *very unlikely* theory I made about the orange side. (Also those drawings are AMAZING omg)

Imagine... the sides are all having a discussion and Logan says something along the lines of “Good and Bad don’t mean anything” and Patton gets grumpy and says “you sound like one of /them/“ sparking a larger argument where Roman is uncomfortable, Virgil is defensive of Pat and Logan is getting more and more upset until the camera cuts to him and suddenly his tie is a dark orange color. “Fine. Maybe I am one of them. Because I’m certainly not one of /you/.”

Ooooh yes!!

The argument only gets worse from there, as Logan’s clenched fists start to shake, he had only been attempting to tell them something.. to teach just as he was meant to teach Thomas things. But they don’t want to listen to facts, they don’t want to listen to him period about things he knows is right, about things he that he is in charge of. They’d all rather listen to Patton, to pretend that nothing is wrong, and that every day they don’t listen to him… he dies a little bit on the inside.

Before he even realizes it, Roman crosses the space between all of them, coming over to Logan just begging him to take it back. Because if he took it back, then they could forget all about this and go back to normal. Everything would be alright, Roman is practically begging him at this point.

Because who really wants to be one of them? 

Every word out of Roman’s mouth makes Logan’s appearance change little by little.

His glasses rims thin, to the point that they’re half mooned glasses resting on the slope of his nose. His tie loosens and the already bright color darkens to a blood orange color. His clothes look looser and looser, as if he’s put less and less care into how he looked, until half of his collar is popped up and the other half is lazily smooshed down. His eyes darken, to the point of where it looks like gazing into the deepest pit, and having something look right back at you from the darkness within. Something that smiles a sharp-fanged smile of retribution and rage.

Right before their very eyes, Logan changes.

He’s still Logic though, that is something that will never change.

But he is no longer theirs. 

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.