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The idea popped into mind, so why not? XD so here you go: THOMAS and his personality cores!

Some more about the au because I got carries away:

THOMAS was created as an AI test, but to be easier to study and modify, it was created with personality cores. It only functions as an AI with them (returning to the basic command and action program without). It is possible however, to take one or two away and it'll still have its own thoughts and response but it isn't advisable since test 1-1424.

It can feel pain, but the cores cannot.

Most of its tests consist on dilemmas and moral scenarios. Few extreme scenarios ---- ------ -------- disrupted its connection to the cores, THOMAS had the logs for them wiped to function once more. The cores however retained the memory of the incidents.

His cores have acess to his image input.

It should not be allowed to have only one of the ATER cores, see test 4-2115.

THOMAS has grown attatched to some of the cores. Has also expressed wishes to live outside of the facility as well as to be referred with he/him pronouns.

The Logic core is blocked from acessing construction logs.

E.V.O.L Prologue - Love is Evol

Chapter Summary: We start our story several years prier to the main events, in a dream unlike any other that came before it. One that would forever shift young Virgil’s dreams from henceforth.

Warnings: Mentions of murder and nightmares.

Pairings: None as of yet. 

Word Count: 1k+

Chapter followed by Author’s Note then Tag List under the read more:

Yeah... yeah... yeah...

Pink lipstick stains, cigarette butts.

I lie in bed, I hate my guts.

Blackness.

Loss of consciousness.

The usual, in perchance to dream.

Except what greeted him instead of the usual cacophony of screaming, screeching, and shrilling was a melodic birdsong.

Chirps, caws and coos surrounded him, enveloping him in a soothing sensation. An unexpected break from the usual night terrors that tended to plague him.

He was in a garden. A massive one, by the looks of it. Or perhaps he himself was tiny. Hard to tell in dreams.

The boy went to take a step forward, only to find himself floundering a bit. A quick glance down confirmed that he did not currently sport his human legs. They were replaced by little bird talons, grasping upon the soft earth. Thus he began hopping back and forth, searching for something to clue him in on just what was happening in this particular peculiar dream.

He knew for sure it was in fact a dream. Unlike most children his age, he had always been more aware of matters of consciousness. It was normally attributed to being surrounded by so many mystical mysteries in his day by day basis. Either way, he was still as curious as a cat like the other kids. So he trudged onwards.

Onwards and upwards. Upwards and onwards. Passing a few bushes, some trees, and several vibrant spring flowers. The only break from all of the plant life would be the occasional shadow of a bird that would pass by overhead. Always slightly too far away to make out any specifics of form or shape. He continued on like that until finally he reached a clearing with a mighty fountain. There were three whole levels of glistening water and angelic adornments, most of which were majestic Swans, that seemed to call his name.

He found himself flying all the way to the top, without ever even thinking about flapping the wings he was previously unaware of. As if it was instinct. Something deeply biological. Or even supernatural. After all, that was the natural for him. Or at least for those around him.

Peering into the crystal clear water reaffirmed his suspicions that he was currently a bird. A Sparrow, if he remembered his Pops’ teachings correctly. Pops had always been the parent most into woodland critters and other such creatures of the sort. And they were as drawn to him as he was to them. Speaking of being entranced…

The boy felt an odd connection to this reflection, despite not being his actual one. Somehow it still seemed to fit him perfectly. Well, as much as a member of an entirely different species could that is. Still, he yearned for far more answers than just that. He turned away from the water’s gleaming surface in order to fully take in his surroundings for the first time.

It was, indeed, a massive garden. Though he was tiny, as most little songbirds tended to be, this was still the largest garden he had ever had the chance thus far to lay his eyes upon.

In his awe of the grandioseness of it all, he had almost missed the shadow of the bird fly over him. Much closer than any of the others had previously been. Almost tangible in its intangibleness. Instinct took over once more, and he took flight in pursuit of it.

 It only takes two lonely people,

To fuck love up and make it evil.

It only takes a drop of evil,

To fuck up two beautiful people.

They weaved through well-trimmed bushes, magnificent stone statues, and picturesque trees. The other bird was always so close and yet too far away at the same time. Would he ever catch up to them? Why did he even want to? What did they mean to him? Why were they weaving in and out of reach so much? Did they even notice him? Did they want to lose him on purpose? Or did he mean absolutely nothing to them?

Nothing. Was he nothing?

As his questions grew darker and the dread crawled into his heart, so too did the garden twist and distort. Now they dived past thorny bushes, crooked trees, and broken and decrepit statues. He knew with unwavering certainty that he had been led into a terrible part of the garden. A part where secrets were kept and the ugliness of humanity was shoved under a rug. Or underneath the pitch black, coal like soil in this case. 

If he were to dig here, with his small yet ever sharp talons, what would he find? What did he want to find? Did he even want to find anything at all?

Interrupting his downward spiral, the shadow finally turned backwards towards him in mid flight. Their eyes caught and the boy froze in place. Well, as much as a bird could while still remaining safely in the sky.

I look at you, you look at me.

Milk and roses, squeaky clean.

Well, you're the best I've ever seen,

And I'm your dying beauty queen.

It wasn’t a shadow at all. They were a Dove. One so beautiful he would be enchanted by them if it wasn’t for the shadow still hung over their face like a never ending veil. It seemed some of the mystery would always remain. He opened his beak to speak to them, to hopefully finally reach out to them, yet just as quickly as they had the first time they turned away and took off into the wind.

He stayed frozen. Rattled to his very core. He simply just floated there and watched as the Dove flew up into another fountain, this one almost entirely covered in heavily thorned vines and dark green ivy that held the faintest hint of a deep purple amongst its leaves, and perched on the black brimstone Swan statue at the top of it. 

His momentary fear slowly but surely metamorphosed into an unbidden anger as he took in the sight. The rejection. The dodging deceitfulness. The everything. He fluffed up his feathers and rose up in order to dive towards the Dove.

Only to be denied once more as the Dove easily dodged and flew back into the brighter, lovelier part of the garden. The boy cried out in lonely agony but did not let it deter him.

He followed once more, slower this time around. Carrying the weight of something he did not know of quite yet.

When he finally caught up once again, they were now at the largest fountain in the entire garden. At least thrice the size of the two that had come before it. And instead of the usual statue at the top, there was a gigantic swan. A live one. Ever so alive and ever so vibrant. They had soft pink and peach markings and beak replacing the usual oranges and yellows of most Swans. They took one loving glance towards the Dove he had spent so long chasing after before sweeping them up into their wings. Almost like a mother hen seeking to hide her chick from the dangers of the world.

L.O.V.E. L.O.V.E.

L.O.V.E. E.V.O.L.

L.O.V.E., do you love me?

L.O.V.E., love is evil.

Yet he couldn’t help the sneaking suspicion that this swan was a danger to the world. The peaceful aura of them and this entire garden both carried an undertone of unparalleled peril. One that choked him from afar and almost caused him to lose altitude. If he were to fall, he wondered if his body would hit the rocks and his blood would stain the purity of this lighter part of the garden. If that were to happen, perhaps they would shove him aside in the darker part of the garden and bury him under its jet black fountain.

Just as his breaths were shortening and the Swan was beginning to look his way he heard the strange song of a Mockingbird. The song was as soothing as a lullaby and as homely as a bedtime story. He felt three pairs of talons gently clasp onto him but he did nothing to fight them. Nor did he want to. They carried him away from the ever elusive Dove. Away from the overbearingly powerful Swan. Away from that garden and all it’s mysteries entirely.

They were now in a regular old forest. Untrimmed and wild. Perfectly and welcomingly flawed. The three birds landed in a large nest, covered in little trinkets and knick-knacks, obviously home made by the three of them. They placed him lovingly into the center and took a few steps back so that he could better observe his surroundings.

The Mockingbird was the first one he saw, them smiling at him as much as someone with a beak possibly could. Next he saw the other two, an Ibis perched on the thick branch beside them instead due to their somewhat larger size and a Falcon that tilted their head curiously at him. These three birds were strangers. Complete and total strangers to him. Yet he felt as if he had known them almost his entire life.

Then the kind Mockingbird leaned in to nuzzle their beaks together as everything went white.

Whiteness.

A slap in the face type regaining of consciousness.

The usual, when one is suddenly awoken in the middle of the night.

“Oh gosh! Sorry kiddo, did I wake you?” A man leaned over him and his bed, a hand outstretched towards the dim lamp. As if he were about to turn it off.

“Pops?” Squeaked the little boy, voice hoarse.

“Ah, sorry!” He whispered, protectively wrapping the child tighter in his warm blankets, “I didn’t mean to wake you, we just heard you cry out and I wanted to make sure you weren’t having one of your nightmares again.”

“I don’t think it was a nightmare...I don’t really know what it was...”

“That’s okay, son. But remember we’re just down the hall if you need anything, okay?”

“Yes, papa.”

The man beamed as the proud father he was and finished his previous task of turning off the lamp. He shuffled softly back out the door, trying not to step on any creaky floorboards as he went. Before he was out the door entirely he leaned back to give one last hushed statement. “Try to get some more sleep. Love you.”

“Love you too.” The little boy whispered back, barely loud enough for his father to catch.

The eight year old wondered again, as he usually tended to, if he was being a burden. Had he disturbed his father’s rest? Had he disturbed the other two’s as well? He let out a resigned sigh and turned over to try and get more comfy. It would be at least a few hours until morning, maybe he could try for a more peaceful and a less eventful dream.

That had been eighteen years ago. And it was just the start of something much bigger than the little boy could have ever imagined. Not even in his wildest, most prophetic dreams. And prophetic they were.

A day in the dark, a murdered afternoon, yeah.

Oh baby, darling, how I'd love to become your suicide blonde.

To lie beside my Romeo, oh what a wicked way to go.

A/N: Hopefully it turned out okay. ^ ^ “” This marks the first official chapter of my first ever fanfic! How exciting yet also terrifying lol. If ya’ll have any questions about it or anything don’t hesitate to ask. Also!!! This fic is now dedicated to @accidental-sanders who has been kind enough to listen to all of my ramblings and musings for this AU and fic. I enjoy our conversations! ; 3

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Sanders Sides as Homestuck Quotes

Logan: It’s really weird. This human emotion you call friendship.

Virgil: Friendship isn’t an emotion fucknuts.

Logan: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. 

Logan: It was because shut up. Shut up is why.

Virgil: That’s an ugly rumor. Whoever told you that is a filthy liar.

Virgil: And you should probably stop hitting on him all the time or whatever.

Roman: I can’t control myself. I must have a weakness for insufferable pricks.

Patton: N...no!

Deceit: A fair rebuttal. However, consider this counterpoint-

Deceit: Y...yes???

Roman: I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn’t factor into the solution in at least some way.

Virgil: Patton? What the fuck.

Patton: Can’t talk chasing dogs.

Logan: Honestly, Thomas. The conversation we are having right now bears a striking resemblance to absolute nonsense.

Roman: This is some very powerful Juju. You’d be messing with some forces we don’t fully understand.

Remus: Sounds like a dare to me.

Roman: Oh my god.

Roman: Moral of the story is blue kid is a dumb nerd but is right when he says stuff.

Thomas: What happened to Deceit? Why is he passed out on the floor?

Virgil: Because I punched him in the face.

Thomas: What?

Virgil: You heard me.

Sanders Sides as Famous/Popular Tumblr Threads/Posts

Patton: Throw lamps at people to get them to lighten up!

Logan: Throw handles at people who need to get a grip.

Thomas: Throw refrigerators at people who need to chill.

Virgil: Throw scissors at people who need to cut it out.

Deceit: Throw clocks at people who need to get with the times.

Roman: Throw matches at people who need to get fired up.

Remus: Throw a brick at someone to kill them!

Patton: Taco cat backwards is still taco cat!

Logan: I don't know what to do with this information.

Remus: Dog food lid backwards is dildo of God!

Logan: I don't know what to do with this information either.

Thomas: There's nothing worse than death.

Logan: Final seasons.

Virgil: Post-concert depression.

Patton: When there's no food. 

Roman: Fictional characters dying.

Deceit: Hipsters blogs.

Roman: Your crush asks someone else out.

Logan: No wifi.

Deceit: Crocs.

Virgil: Auto play on blogs.

Thomas: And I thought...Virgil by himself was bad...glad to see you're all working together now...

Remus: * pops up * When porn appears on your dash while someone is behind you!

Thomas: "Because of reasons" is always a legitimate reason.

Virgil: "Because fuck you that's why" is also acceptable.

Logan: "For science" is a good excuse.

Virgil: Don't forget "The stars are not in position" as a perfect reason to not do something.

Roman: "Not since the accident" can be the answer to any question.

Deceit: You guys are leaving out "Think of the children" as a way to persuade any body to do something for you.

Patton: But kiddos...what about proper adultery...

I know everyone has probably done this a million times already but-

Logan: Remember, if you bite it and you die- it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die- it's venomous.

Patton: What if it bites me and it dies?

Logan: Then your poisonous. Jesus Christ, Patton, learn to listen.

Thomas: What if it bites itself and I die?

Virgil: That's voodoo.

Deceit: What if it bites me and someone else dies?~

Logan: That's correlation, not causation.

Roman: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Remus: That's kinky!

Roman: Oh my God.

Do you hate me?

Summary: The first question Virgil can remember asking is “Do you hate me?” He’s not sure why that had to be the first thing he asked - it just seemed like an instinct. Something he absolutely had to know. And it’s been a question he’s never been able to avoid. Eventually, he has to ask it to everyone. Or: Six times Virgil gets an answer to a question, and one time he doesn’t.

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: platonic Virgil & everyone except Janus

Wordcount: 3001

Warnings: Janus being portrayed in a negative light/hints at a bad past between him and Virgil, Remus being portrayed in a positive/neutral light, food, kinda negative self-talk(? it’s not positive anyway)

Ao3

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This fic was written as part of an event called Cutthroat Fiction, inspired by Cutthroat Kitchen, where each round, all competitors get set a theme to plan a fic around, and then get to bid to sabotage each other! This round was the last round, so there were only two competitors, and the prompt was to write a fic about one or more of the Dark Sides. My sabotage this round was pretty hard too - I wasn’t allowed to use compound sentences. (I had to go find out what compound sentences were first, but then oh this is gonna be hard oof. It was, but it was definitely an interesting and fun restriction to work with! (My co-competitor had the worse sabotage, though, in my opinion - they had to include rhyme as a significant part of the story. It was very well done and their fic, written in a script style, was very entertaining to read, but I definitely couldn’t have worked with that nearly as well as they did.) The judging just finished today, and the event is over now - I ended up taking second place, which I’m happy with! This event was really fun, and I’d definitely do it again if given the chance!

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The first question Virgil can remember asking Janus is “do you hate me?” It happened just after Virgil manifested. He isn’t really sure why that was the first thing he had to ask. It just seemed like an instinct. Something he absolutely had to know.

And Janus told him. “No, I don’t. Why would I?”

And Virgil believed him. After all, why wouldn’t he?

Later, Virgil learned what Janus embodied. And the seemingly honest answer to that very first question ended up haunting him to this day.

Was he lying?

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Later, Remus manifested. (Or, well, he didn’t exactly manifest. It was more like he just…appeared. One day he wasn’t there. The next day, he was. He never explained where he came from. He was just…there.)

Remus turned out to be a… complicated case for Virgil. He didn’t exactly like him. The way he constantly fired off ideas that made Virgil’s (and thereby also Thomas’s) anxiety shoot through the roof was… not fun. Virgil definitely didn’t appreciate that. No, they weren’t going to jump out of a moving car. And that just was one of the tamer suggestions Remus tended to make.

On the other hand, though, it was kind of nice having him around. Existing in their part of the mindscape with just Janus did get lonely sometimes. And Janus wasn’t exactly great company, either. Sure, he was alright, but they did have their fair share of disagreements. Sometimes, Virgil privately found himself wishing for someone else to be there. Even just so he had someone else to talk to for a change.

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Orange side theory (or so?)

Ok so I know that there already so many but I haven't seen this one before (if here is already this one than I'm sorry).

So what if the Orange side is not a side who was already there but a side who has be created over last months (the sanders sides time-line not the real) and is not wrath but depression.

This would explain why especially Logan and Roman had so much trouble the last times, because depression is stealing your motivation, is holding you back and also makes it hard to think logical. This could be the reason why c! Thomas and the other sides have trouble listening (ignoring) to Logan.

Or

Virgil has got some depression quirks, without his knowledge.(if a another side would have it is probably Virgil)

Because are you gonna tell me, with all that happened, that c!Thomas doesn't have (at least) a slight depression. He has anxiety and intrusive thoughts but not depression.I mean it could be but it would make sense if he had depression, right?

Virgil *being a proud mom of three good raised dorks and having the dark sides finally under control *

Thomas taking to a oven.

The light sides *not really helping *

Virgil * getting four more adoption papers* : Ah sh*t here we go again.

The light/dark split is literally determined by the parts of himself thomas does and doesnt like and I feel like not everyone understands that??

Like,, Thomas does want his mental illness to define him. Okay Virgil goes in the dark. Thomas wants being a good person to define him and wants to be sure of what that means. Okay Patton goes in the light. Like it's literally just determined by what Character Thomas does and doesnt want to be known for. WHICH CHANGES AS YOU GROW!!!!! both as a person and in general. He wants to bring mental health into more content? Cool, now Virgil isnt being shunned and can come into the light. Being selfish has a time and a place? Okay Janus can join the party too. Like its not a question of whether or not the sides are good people bc they are not,, actually,,,, people. It's just a matter of whether Thomas wants to consider that an important part of himself.

Everyone has a dark side. Personally mine is I'm selfish and can get angry at times. But I dont want to be known for those things so that makes them my "dark sides." Even though I could stand to be selfish when it comes to my limits and theres things worth being angry about. They arent inherently bad traits they're just parts of me I dont want to be known by or give too much of a foothold to.

That's what the dark sides are. That's what makes a dark side. I'd like to see more of that around here.

Do you think Logan has the possibility of being a Dark Side/Other? And I don't mean in relation to Orange Side either, just in general. I have gone progressively crazy attempting to disprove that Logan isn't a Dark Side, but I keep finding things that make it seem true. Logan's playlist, his philosophies, his actions- even his reaction and interactions with/to the other Dark Sides! What are your thoughts on the matter?

Don't worry, dear, I got you and I will give you a couple of reasons about why Logan cannot (and would not) be a dark side or one of the Others:

1) Logan is a Core Side. From a psychological point of view, Logic is an essential part of every human being, while the Others are defense mechanisms centered around the preservation of the individual. Sure, logic can be used as a defense mechanism as well, but it's not the main role this concept encompasses in our minds. So losing it to become something else? Very unlikely.

2) Logan's mentality isn't the same as the Others. Sure, Logan's way of thinking is close to them, but only because Logic is neutral - and, therefore, more mature, compared to a Morality that tries to keep things as simple as possible and a stifled Creativity only focused on family-friendly things.

But Logan proved he doesn't completely agree with the Others' ideas. He doesn't like Janus' moral based on hiding and deceiving, he doesn't like Remus' creative outbursts. He accepts them and knows Thomas needs them, but he personally isn't completely on board with them. So why should he be one of them? To criticize everything they do?

3) If being mature is necessary to be one of the Others, then Patton should be one of them as well. Just like Logan, Patton knows the world isn't entirely a happy place. He knows things don't always go well. The only difference is that Logan sees things in a neutral, cold way, while Patton sees things in a more optimistic way.

But the foundation is the same. They both acknowledge things aren't entirely black or white. So, if that's necessary to be one of the Others, then Patton should be one of them as well. And, once Roman becomes more mature, then he should be one of them as well. Then what, no more Core Sides? And how is Thomas supposed to work, then?

4) Logan's interactions with the dark sides are better compared to Roman's or Patton's, because of logic's neutrality.

Logan is neutral, he does not (and should not) take anyone's side. Of course this makes his interactions with the dark sides more effective, because he doesn't just think "they're bad" and send them away... well, not always, at least.

There is one exception and this is Janus. Every time Janus appeared (until POF at least), Logan loudly pointed out he was there and that pushed Thomas to send Janus away. The only time he didn't do it, Logan asked why Janus was still present (SvS). So Logan might be more neutral than others, but he still has some Sides he tolerates more and others he doesn't like too much.

In conclusion: it's not Logan that should become one of the Others, but the other Core Sides who should become more mature (Roman) or start acting like that (Patton). There shouldn't be two groups of Sides, but only a maturity level they should all reach.