in a world where your moods are visible above your head, displayed through pictures and icons, it's impossible to hide your true feelings. however dan howell seems to be lacking this. labelled as an emotionless freak, dan is outcasted because his moods are never visible. that is, until an endlessly happy boy named phil wonders why.

Soulmate week: A special week when you get a tattoo on your wrist, unique only to you and your soulmate. Everyone in the Mind Palace knows about Soulmate week. Well, everyone except for Virgil. Even Decite somehow knew. But the anxious trait doesn't know what to do when he wakes up one morning to discover a strange tattoo on his wrist. One that matches perfectly with a rather flamboyant, princely trait...

(Cover made by myself! Please do not steal.) (Human AU!) A wrong number and two strangers can really make a difference. - In which depressed boy named Virgil texts a pre-hand suicide note to the wrong number, and a handsome stranger texts back. (TRIGGER WARNINGS) (Sanders Sides does not belong to me! Only the plot does.)

This has been playing out in my head for a while, so I thought 'why not make it an actual story?' And so I did. It's mostly Prinxiety with some Logicality mixed in. :3 Virgil, Patton, and Logan are starting their 8th grade year. Roman has just moved back to the neighborhood and Virgil is both thrilled and nervous. Why? Because Virgil has had a crush on Roman for three years and his homophobic parents will do anything to keep them apart. -Virgil, Roman, Patton, and Logan are all characters that belong to Thomas Sanders, not me-

Virgil's in love with Roman. It's as simple as that. Except, it's not. Roman despises Virgil. He's constantly belittling him and making it clear that he does not enjoy Virgil's role as a Main Trait. No one knows anything about Virgil's feelings towards Roman, not even when Virgil starts coughing petals. He intends to keep it a secret, and he's doing great at it, until he's not. |All characters belong to the amazing Thomas Sanders|

♡ C O M P L E T E D ♡ ⚠️ WARNING: Contains language, inappropriate jokes, and themes of mental illness and family trauma/abuse. Stay safe! ⚠️ Dear Virgil, Today I learned a few things. What did I learn, you ask? 1. I learned that grape jelly with scrambled eggs in a sandwich aren't that bad. 2. I learned how to make spaghetti from scratch. Well, kind of. I failed, which is why I made that grape jelly and scrambled egg sandwich anyway. 3. I learned that there really are people that love me. Well, I learned that before, but now I actually believe it. NOTE: I wrote this when I was extremely new to Spanish. So all the Spanish mistakes are really embarrassing (oOps lol). I still include a bit of Spanish in my other fics, and if you have suggestions or corrections, feel free to comment them! ♥ Highest Ranks ♥ #1 in Thomassanders #3 in Prinxiety

Anxiety's only goal was to protect someone and everyone in the Mindpalace from what has been haunting him for years. But lately, it all got a little too much and all the walls he built in order to keep his secret and protect everyone are falling down. Will anyone notice that what they thought was a rock is crumpling down like an house of cards?

This is a Sanders Sides story mainly based off of Virgil and his points of view.

A book of Dan and Phil one-shots, ranging from 300-3000 words, fluff to angst, and shitty to slightly less shitty writing. Enjoy your stay.