A Promise Forgotten

HOLD UP

KARROT KING?

AS IN CARROTS ARE ORANGE???

DUKE, PRINCE, KING??

GUYS WHY ARE WE SLEEPING ON THIS??

Can I possibly have a Logan being positive and smiling?

He got a new jar of Crofter's

Petition to replace “🤷‍♂️” with this

headcanon that Janus calling wine soup is an insider joke of the Dark Sides and it drives Logan crazy so Janus will ask Virgil to pass the soup and Virgil will hand Janus a wine bottle and Logan just sits there like

October 13th | Sanderstober

Take any character from favorite piece of media and create a Tarot Card for that character!

Yeah, I know I'm late with the Sanderstober, but hey! Better late than never!

So here's Janus as a Tarot Card in the Court room.

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look me up and define me (please remind me) (part 2/2)

He is whatever puts Thomas first. But that changes so often that he doesn’t know what he is beyond that.

He is Janus when he is alone, but only when he is not someone else.

Janus has never minded the fact that his identity is fluid, ever-changing. He acts as whoever Thomas needs him to be in the moment, and if that means he doesn’t know much about himself as an individual, well. It’s never been a problem for him.

Until he gives away his name, and then it very much is.

Chapter Warnings: identity issues, body dysphoria, body horror, panic attack, self-harm (hair pulling), mild injury

Chapter Word Count: 5,947

Pairings: platonic TDLAMPR, implied Moceit

Notes: This is the second part of a two-part fic, so I’d start with part one if you haven’t read it. Also, this fic as a whole was inspired by the awesome ‘The Record Player Song’ animatic by @turbovickii, which, 10/10 would recommend if you haven’t seen it

(part one)

(masterpost w/ ao3 links)

“Do you ever think about the past?” Patton asks him. It’s a gloomy day, rain beating against the mindscape’s windows to mimic the downpour keeping Thomas trapped inside his apartment. On days like these, he has learned, Patton tends toward melancholy reflection, toward sipping wine in the living room rather than attempting to cook or bake.

He has found himself glad of it, most of the time. Even on a good day, Patton is often too distractible to bake without supervision, and on these days, his eyes glaze and his movements slow as he reminisces on days long gone. Frankly, he should not be trusted anywhere near the kitchen, and they both know it.

“Not really,” he lies. “Not unless it suits. Do you?”

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1k DTIYS Challenge

Thank you all so much, I just recently reached 1k and I truly express my gratitude to you all for this. Thank you all once again. To celebrate this, I decided to have a DTIYS (Draw This in Your Style) with the What-If AU comics

You can add or remove any elements (characters, background, etc) that you want or alternativelty, you can draw any scene from the [What-if AU comics], I’d love to see those scenes in your wonderful styles/interpretations

You are allowed to instead draw a scene from either the What if: Roman or What if: Remus comic if you prefer those instead of this one’s portrait

If you can’t/don’t want to draw the texts or dialogues, that’s also fine

The rules are very flexible, there is no deadline, anyone can participate. There are no prizes, unfortunately so this primarily for fun óuò

When you post it, please be sure to @ me and include the tag #aidens1km8sdtiys

Feel free to send an ask for clarifications. Once again, thank you all so much ^u^

SKIRT PATTON SKIRT PATTON SKIRT PATTON-🥺💙😭💖🥺💜💙😍

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Bruised Ego

Thomas’ ego takes a few too many blows.  Janus helps.

A long-overdue writer/artist collab between myself and the incredible @caffeinated-cryptid!  Find their original post here, and this fic’s companion piece here.

Word count: 1.6k

tws for injury, blood, severe bruising, and physical pain

read on AO3  Buy me a ko-fi!

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Roman typically liked color.

The purple and blues of his best friends, the green of his brother, the yellow of his… of Janus, his own glowing, vibrant red – Roman liked color.

At least, when it wasn’t splashed across his skin.

“I told you not to read the comments section,” Janus clucks, lifting Roman’s chin with one gloved hand and frowning at the marks on his neck, “and what do you do?”

“Checked for accolades from my dearest fans?”  Roman flashes a grin, wincing when it pulls at the cut on his lip, breaking open once more.

“Let’s go with your story,” the snake says, dryly, snapping open a first aid kit.  “Oh, and please stay standing.  It’s so much more convenient to check up on you when you look like you’ll pass out at any second.”

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Soulmate September - Day 12

Day 12 - You meet your soulmate in your dreams every night.

Pairing(s): Romantic Remile, Romantic Moceit, Romantic Dukexiety, Past Romantic Dukeceit

TWs: sexual language, mentions of childbirth, Remus being Remus, swearing

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Emile Picani knew something was up with his soulmate.

Their link, as almost all did, formed when they were twelve. And right off the bat, when his soulmate kept flitting in and out of sight, he knew their first meeting would be interesting. Emile had sat up from his dream bed to see a young boy with raven hair that shone a dazzling blue in the light, and pale skin adorned with freckles that stood out like stars in the night sky. 

So sue him, Emile was going through a poetic phase. 

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