#Janus' giggles I can't

[inhumanliquid]

who's your favorite Sanders Sides character

I. Don't have a favorite, actually. Please don't make me pick between the sillies.

[muppetable]

incorrect quotes day!!

Janus: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it?

Remus: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?”

Logan, scoffing: Oh, please.

Remus, to Logan: Hey, how you doin’?

Logan:

Logan: *giggles and blushes*

Roman: What if mayonnaise came in cans?

Remus: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal.

Virgil: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

Patton, to Logan: When was the last time you let someone hug you?

Logan: *thinking*

Logan: 2012.

Virgil: 2012…?

Logan: Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked Roman out so I let them hug me.

Patton: Look, Janus! It's the good Kush!

Janus: It's the dollar store, how good can it be?

Janus: So, according to my university, it is, quote, “my responsibility if there is an internet outage to contact the faculty and the department.”

Janus: Now, if you’re a critical thinker like me, you might be wondering one thing.

Janus: HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO EMAIL THE DEPARTMENT?!?!?!

Remus: Roman, I want a bedtime story!

Roman: I’m busy, Remus. I’ll tell you one tomorrow.

Remus: If you don’t tell me a story, I won’t go to bed!

Roman: Once upon a time, there was a person named Remus, who always wanted things their way. One day, their friends got sick of it and locked them in the basement for the rest of their life. Everyone else lived happily ever after. The end.

Remus: I don’t like these stories with morals.

[ethanthespookymonth]

A Dance to Remember

Pairing: Logan x Janus/Loceit

About: Logan has over worked himself with his work and trying to help Thomas. Janus on the other hand has gotten into trouble with Roman and Patton, and doesn't want to deal with them anymore.

"I needed this done today! Logan I thought that you were taking breaks!" Thomas says. "Thomas, I have been-" Logan is obviously lying, but Thomas stops him from saying anymore. "Go take a break for the day." The sun was setting already, and Logan doesn't bicker. "Of course, Thomas..." Logan walks out to the back of the house, and sits on the porch.

"I don't understand why you can't stay out of my business, Janus!" Patton had asked Janus for help and he decided to go check on Patton. Patton didn't like it, so he decided to tell Janus off. "You're the one that asked for my help! Why won't you let me-?" "Because you're a liar!" Patton covers his mouth. "I-im sorry Janus I didn't mean it-" But Janus was already leaving.

He gets outsides in an angry slam of the door as he struggles to get his gloves off, but immediately stops as he sees a sad Logan. "Logic?" Logan looks up. "Oh hey Deceit..." He looks away quickly and stares off into space. "I'm assuming something happened to you too?" Janus sits next to Logan. Logan nods and sighs. "Yeah. I screwed up on Thomas's schedule and so he was upset and told me to take a break for the rest of the day. And everyone knows how I get when I don't keep working." Janus nods. "I'll give you some space-" He goes to leave but Logan grabs Janus's wrist. Janus stares at Logan, but he sits back down and grabs a bottle of red wine and hands it to Logan. "To the struggles of being the leaders of our sides." And he pulls another bottle if red wine out. Janus tries to open the bottle but struggles. "Here..." Logan takes the bottle and opens it, handing it back to Janus. "I seem to be getting weaker every time I try to open these wine bottles," Janus says and chuckles. As Logan takes a drink, he unties his tie so that it just hangs around his neck. Janus stands up and takes his hat off, including his gloves and the cloak he was wearing. By that time the sun had set, and the stars were shining. "Is it alright if I play some music?" Logan nods and Janus turns on the radio. Janus takes a drink from the wine bottle and sets it down on the table outside. Logan blushes as he watches Janus dancing to the music on the radio. He stands up and clears his throat. "Uhm... Janus?" Janus stops dancing and looks at Logan. "Yes?" "Would you like to dance with me?" Logan is a little blushing mess, so how could Janus say no to that? "I would love that, darling." Logan takes Janus by the hand and holds him by the waist with the other. Janus has one hand resting on Logan's shoulder and the other being held as they two danced. Logan was only a great dancer because Roman showed him how to. Janus giggles as the two dance abd Logan can't help but look into Janus eyes. The blush on Logan's face deepens. "You're quite the dancer, Logic." "Guess you can thank Roman for that..." Logan chuckles in embarrassment. He spins janus around as the song ends, and slowly and gently dips him. Janus holds onto Logan so he doesn't fall, and he stares into his eyes somewhat lovestruck. "If you're going to kiss me, you should do it now before-" but he's interrupted by a soft abd gentle kiss from Logan.

[pencilpat]

You Do Not Have to be Good - moceit

Patton hates alcohol. Not particularly for a moral reason, it just tastes godawful to him. But he came to Janus's room for a distraction, and goshdarnit he'll take it. He cringes through a sip as they sit on the floor, and Janus laughs.

"Oh, Patton, it's cider. Barely any alcohol at all, and you can barely stomach even that." As if to prove a point, Janus swings back his bottle and takes a sip so large he gulps audibly. Patton can't help a small giggle, even as bad as he feels.

"Gosh, Jan, I don't know how you and Logan handle this stuff."

"Simple. We're not man-babies."

Patton laughs and lightly punches Janus's shoulder, coaxing the smallest of smiles from the other man. He settles back against the wall. Janus isn't used to guests, aside from one who isn't a fan of sitting 'properly,' so he has no chairs strewn around his room the way the light sides do.

Janus tilts the liquid around in his bottle with a sigh. "Care to tell me what brought you to me today? My room isn't exactly one of our typical 'spots'."

"Oh! Oh, nothing special or anything, just checking up on you," he says, flashing a winning smile.

"How many times are we going to visit each other before you remember you can't lie to me?" Janus states bluntly, not looking at Patton at all, his eyes fixed on the blank wall across from them.

"Whu- uh- lying? I'm not-"

"How many times will I have to say that sentence? You can not follow 'you can't lie to me' up with a lie, Patton, that's not how this works."

"Look I- I don't really want to talk about it. I came to hang out with you, I don't wanna just-"

"So you're going to talk to one of the others then, yes?" Janus's eyes flit over the fading dark blue in Patton's hair. "How about Logan? I'm sure he'd totally be helpful here, I mean, being so good with his emotions."

Patton frowns at him and Janus sighs, rewording. "All I mean is, you don't talk to anyone else, so it stands to reason that if I don't get you to spit it out, you'll keep 'doing your thing' and only ever talking about how you feel at a surface level while letting the pressure below build and build until you blow up. Am I wrong?"

Patton blinks at him, and then turns away, curling his legs up towards his body and squeezing his free hand's nails into his palm. He's taken to doing that lately, though he doesn't know why. Someone says something that hurts, and he digs his nails deep into his skin or bites his lip so hard it bleeds, then the pain is gone. Dig, dig, gone. "That's not very kind, Janus."

Janus shrugs. The sun is beginning to set, and the room is going golden, the dark walls being cast in the shadows of Janus's blinds. "If someone was never anything but kind, they'd be a liar. I don't want to lie to you forever."

"You don't?"

"Oh wow, yeah, sound shocked about that, sure." Janus rolls his eyes, but he doesn't look angry. "Patton, it's stupid to keep going like you are. Look, if anyone can keep secrets, it's you and me - I'm the best one to talk to here. None of the others seem smart enough to notice how messed up you've been."

Patton cringes, and takes a drink of his cider, which makes him cringe harder. "I'm not... that bad, am I? That obvious?"

"It's pretty bad, dad," Janus sighs. He finally looks at the other man, meeting his eyes. "I promise, okay? And I don't do that lightly. I won't speak a word of whatever is bothering you."

Patton's brow furrows, and he breathes out slowly. He digs his nails into his palm again. Breathes again. Just the offer of talking is threatening to bust down year old dams, but perhaps Janus is right, and this needs to happen. And... he did promise. He's never done that before.

"It's not exactly simple to explain... I guess it's just- it's like- I'm-" Patton sighs, frustrated. "I just don't know anymore if- if I'll ever get it right."

"Right?"

"Being morality. Being... good." Patton's voice strains, and he wipes at his face. "I don't know if I can ever be good, be good enough, be good at my job. I've been messing up nearly everything lately! I can't keep Thomas good, and when I do try to keep him good, I end up being an overbearing jerk. I can't seem to make Roman happy, or Virgil anymore, and," Patton plays with the fringe tips of blue in his hair, almost subconsciously, "I can't make Logan feel good either. We used to be so, so close. Worked through all of our issues, we were really good friends! But he's been so- look, I know he says he doesn't feel anything, but I can tell he's feeling something! And he won't tell any of us about it."

Janus drinks, reserving information as he always does. Patton is upset enough, now's not the time.

"All I've ever wanted was to be good," his voice breaks, and he clears his throat, blinking back hot tears. "Ever since I've existed, I've wanted to be good. What would it mean for Thomas if his morality isn't good?! Maybe you were right, I'm just pointing him towards hell. I'm not doing my job right. How can I be messing up so much? I used to be the one who the others looked at to know everything..." He bites his lip hard, but it doesn't do anything this time. He's crying now, wiping the sleeve of his cat hoodie across his face furiously.

"Who says you have to be good?"

"What?"

Janus sighs, sipping his drink. "'You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.' Mary Oliver. Goodness isn't necessary one hundred and twenty-five percent of the time. You're an animal like any other, and you only need do what makes you happy, just like any other. You're not some divine being above the ability to screw up or be sad."

"You and Thomas's religious sensibilities are very tied together. You're stuck on this idea that as morality, you can only ever have good and pure ideas. You can never make mistakes, and you can never be wrong. Look, sure, we're no humans, but you're a piece of a human, and they're kind of renowned for their mistake making. I've told you before, Patton. If you're making a genuine effort to do better, then your apologies mean enough. You've repented. You didn't even need to, but you do anyway. Because you're good, as much as a side can be. You're so good you make me sick sometimes. I was being a dick when I said you're pointing him towards hell, being a dick is kind of my thing. I don't think you're even capable of knowingly being a bad person."

Patton feels tears pour down his face, staring sightlessly at his bottle as Janus rants. He's drawn blood from his lip. The words are making some deep piece of him ache worse than he has in years. Without thinking, he sets his head on Janus's shoulder. Janus barely blinks, leaning into him as he continues.

"You do make the others happy, Patton. They love you so much it's gross. But they have issues as well. Issues that are getting worse as Thomas's mental health is plummeting. All pieces of Thomas have gripes and qualms right now, I don't understand you all's strange insistence on everything being fine. Want me to lie? Everything is just fine! Why, nothing is eating at any of you, and you're at the peak of your lives!" Janus sighs, eyes closing. "It's okay to experience pain, you know. It doesn't make you bad. Nor does making mistakes. It makes you a living thing, as caught up in your own world and worries as every other living thing. You're doing okay, Patton. You'll never be perfect, but I watch you do everything you can every day. For crying out loud, let that soft animal of 'you' catch a break."

Patton sniffs, letting out a shaking sigh. "Why does hearing all that hurt me?"

"Because you've never heard it before, probably. Has anyone, ever, at all, told you to give yourself a break?"

"I... I guess not, not really. I don't know. I don't feel like I deserve it."

"I say you deserve it. If you won't listen to yourself, listen to me. Listen to a... friend."

Patton nearly physically startles at that word coming from Janus. "Friend?"

"If you make me repeat myself we're never having these visits again, watch it."

"We're friends?" Patton lifts his head, grinning despite his tear streaked face. Janus makes a frustrated noise, his face going red, but he lets Patton hug him nonetheless. Patton laughs, despite it all, holding Janus against his chest. The parts of his heart that were aching feel suddenly wrapped in warmth, like a heating pad on a pained muscle. And as Janus sets aside his drink and properly returns the hug, Patton's heart feels so many things, but mostly, at least for now, it feels at peace.

"Are you going to actually give yourself a rest, or did literally all of that go in one ear and out the other?"

Patton laughs. "Thanks, Janus. Really, thank you. Um. Not going to tell anyone still, right?"

"Of course," Janus places a hand on his heart and holds the other up in a pledge. "We both have trouble verbalizing emotions anyways."

"Can't say I'm surprised! Get it? Can't say?"

"Yes, Patton, I got it," Janus rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. "You know I just hate puns."

"Liar liar!"

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

My Writing Masterpost

Updated as of 9/12/2024

To check if there are any newer fics since this has been updated, look for the tag #my fic

You can also read many of these on AO3

My Multi-chapter Fics:

We Could Try? 1, 2, 3, 

Patton had found out. He’d found out not only that Virgil was ticklish, and not only that he actually liked it, but also that he’d never had a real tickle session.

Sequels: I do not understand, The Price of Cookies

Grumpy, Sorry

Virgil is grumpy and gets tickled by Patton, and tickles him back a bit. Later, Patton gets him back even more.

Tickle Week: Sunday, the idea, Monday, Dee and Logan, Tuesday, Patton and Roman, Wednesday, Roman and Virgil, 

“Well, seeing as there are six of us, I propose a tickle week. We’ll leave Sunday off, but every other day we’ll put names in a hat and draw one, and whoever’s name is drawn becomes a tickle toy for the whole day.”

The Tickle House:

Virgil’s New Job,

At the End of a Bad Day

Scribbling

There’s a place called the tickle house, where you can pay to tickle or be tickled. Virgil and Janus work there, and the others often visit.

Tickletober 2020:

One: Unusual Spot

Two: Feathers

Three: Stocks

Four: Scribbling

Five: Drawn on

Six: Kiss

Seven: Unusual Tool

Eight: Interrogation

Nine: Ganged Up On

Twenty-Three: Asking For It

My One-shots:

Roman’s Idea is Best

Written with @barelyticklishlee: Roman has a fantastic idea for Thomas’s date. Virgil doesn’t agree, at least at first.

When Patton gets into a Ler mood at the same time as Virgil is in a Lee Mood. 

Pretty self-explanatory

A bit of something soft

Patton’s having a hard day, so Virgil cuddles and tickles him

Cheating at Games is Ill-Advised

Virgil cheats at a tickling game with Logan, and gets very tickled.

Pay Attention

Virgil can’t pay attention to the conversation with Roman and Patton tickling him.

Beware of Running Away from Lers

Virgil tries to run away from Roman

Arms Up

Virgil tickles Roman’s armpits

Belly

Patton feels fat, but Roman still loves him just as much, and wants him to feel so much better.

When Patton has a Hard Day

Patton is feeling down, but tickling Virgil might help him feel better~

Unnamed Fic

Logan gets soft back tickles from Roman.

The Sweetest Lee

Tickling a sweet little lee is just the best thing ever~

It feels better when you just let it happen ;)

Cuddly tickles for Roman.

Remus Catches a Lee

Virgil's been caught in a trap and gets tickled to pieces.

Virgil’s Voice

Virgil wants tickles, but can't voice his requests, so Roman helps him out, getting him all the tickles he wants.

Dwindling Creativity

Roman shrinks down as Thomas's creativity is used up. Janus helps to distract him from his work.

Sacrifice

Patton is gonna tickle someone. If not a sacrifice, then everyone~

Requests:

Roman wants to join

Lee Roman

14 and 25 with Lee Deceit and Let Patton please?

No regrets, with Roman and Remus maybe?

oh requests?? hmm maybe either 22 or 25 w lee virgil and any ler you like?

14 with LerRoman and LeeLogan???

w/ pat ro and lo testing which of virgil's spots is the worst

Tell that to the tickle monster: Ler Patton and Lee Virgil.

16 Any pairing u think fits!!!! 

I know something sweeter than cookies: same pairing, Ler Patton and Lee Virgil.

maybe 29 with ler!patton and lee!logan? 

4 with Lee Roman and Ler Deceit? 

11 with Ler Logan and Lee Roman please 

22 with Lee Logan and Let Remus please? 

19 Lee Deceit and Ler Virgil and Remus please? 

Do you think you could do 3 with a lee Deceit?

9, with Roceit? :3 

16 and 7 with Lee Deceit and Ler Patton please 

Shy Lee Janus being forced to ask for tickles from Ler Logan?

Logan noticing Virgil having a bad day and and just having him lay down and giving him a pillow to giggle and blush into while he traces Virgil's back with his fingers or fluffy brushes to help him relax❤

Moceit cheer up tickles? 😃 (Lee Patton and Ler Janus, if you would)

oh prompts! maybe lee Patton ler roman with some sort of challenge? (Don't move, laugh, smile, whatever)

What about a lee!Virgil? (ler!your choice. Preferably a twin.) Someone comes in to wake him up from a nap, or something, with pokes. Virgil is still half asleep at this point, so he has no filter.

Lee Roman denying his in a Lee mood but Janus is behind him smirking because he knows when someone lies?

So, peharps a bit of Lee!Janus and Ler!Roman, please? Maybe Janus is monopolizing Roman's bed because it's soft and warm and g e t o f f XDD.

Lee!virgil ler!roman? That’s my everything lol

What about Lee Virgil being pranked with tickles by Remus but once Remus stops he shyly asks for more? Please and thank you!

If you're still taking requests maybe lee Janus being overly grumpy and getting cheer up tickles from Logan?

How about Remus acting as annoying little brothers do, and Roman getting back at him with some extra teasey tickles

may I request lee Logan and ler Patton where Pat's just gushing over how cute Lo is while tickling him?

Can please do some Lee janus and ler patton? Like Janus is being suspicious, and Patton is trying to figuring out what he is doing.

For the prompts thing how about Patton ticking Logan to make him take a break from working? 

Ler Logan and Lee Remus, if you are up for it. Remus starts to bother Logan while he is working and Logan gets payback with tickles, knowing secretly that Remus wanted this to happen. ???

Pre-Accepting Anxiety Virgil walks in to the common room to see the Light Sides having a tickle fight, cue big Lee MoodTM. So now he's awkwardly trying to keep up his bad guy persona while desperately trying to figure out how to tell them that he NEEDS to be WRECKED!

Prompts! How about Patton tickling Logan to make him take a break from working I can never get enough of that! 😂

Lee!Patton and Ler!Logan (or whoever you wish!) Patton has always been the mind palace tickle monster and after a week of his evil ler moods and tickle attacks Logan turns the tables and gets revenge tickles?

Ok so... after Accepting Anxiety, Virgil is a little shaken from his name reveal. He sorta hides away in his room because he’s embarrassed, until Roman comes in to check on him and cheer him up and make him feel welcome with tickles 🥺

Logan maybe gets hurt, (trips or bumps against something) and Patton decides to tend to him, making sure he's not injured badly, but it turns out Logan is ticklish where Patton is examining

Ler Patton Lee Deceit - Patton accidentally brushes by Deceits scales and it sets Deceit into a fit of giggles. So Patton gets curious and starts to poke and stroke the patches of scales that are all over Deceits body. And Deceit secretly not so secretly enjoys this

Maybe some cheer up tickles with Logicality where both were watching a show and a tickle scene appeared and person B is like "Oh, this is a signal. That is how I should cheer up my friend."?

How about lee!janus and ler!virgil where Virgil remembers Janus being super ticklish back when he lived with the dark sides still and decides to see if he's still that ticklish.

Could you do a college AU where the core 4 are in their university’s theatre department? Like... they all are walking back to the dorms and they find out Roman is extremely ticklish and tickle and tease him the whole way back??

How about lee Logan hiding his lee mood from Virgil?

lee!Virgil and ler Patton, Logan, and Roman. Virgil has a huge lee mood and is way to shy to ask to be tickled so he drop little hints to try and get tickles( more like Virgil being an a** and a bratty little sh*t). The sides act like they don’t know what he want, but do. So they force him to ask

anything lee logan? I would DIE for lee logan

Okay I’m bored and I need lee!Virgil and lers Janus and Remus

Anything lee Logan would be delightful! Thank you!

I was wondering if you could do something where Virgil gets stuck somewhere and the twins find him and team up to take advantage of the situation? Thank you in advance, your work is amazing!

I would like to make a trade. I will give you a boop for lee!Logan ler!Remus. :D

Janus with hypersensitive scales is the bestttt so how about a rude snake getting tickled to tears by an unforgiving Ler Logan? Maybe using a new tool that makes Janus scream?

[sanderssidesthehouse]

omg hi can you do janus? he's my absolute favorite and I see you have thoughts

Janus my beloved.

(size of the circle indicates how much I vibed with it/how confident I was about saying yes)

Ok, ok, I know what you're thinking, "Ace why the fuck would you trust Janus?" Bc I love him, next question. No actually, I have reasons. Number one, he's competent, number two he's a giant dork and I'm annoying enough I'd be able to tell when he's telling the truth.

I feel like "Done dirty by fans" is pretty self explanatory. It used to be a minefield trying to find a fic with Janus in it where he was portrayed in character and not an "unsympathetic" villain.

Also, my dear wife Janus with the long hair is the physically hottest side, I am not taking concrit, you cannot change my mind. (Hey, hi, you walked into trans guy territory, if you can't draw the connection, I can' help you.)

My favorite thing about Janus is that he's a liar about being a liar. Not that he doesn't lie, but calling him 'Deceit' is a lie. Sure, he manages that function, but it doesn't have to be his position, if that makes sense. There are several other things he could be called, most of which don't have a negative connotation. I'm not positive his job is necessarily something else, like how Roman is also passion and the ego, but he's called Creativity, so Janus's main gig could very well be lying, but he could be called something else that denotes the purpose of lying, and considering the other things he's shown to manage, such as trying to get the others to STOP lying (looking mostly at you, Patton), lies don't always serve him and his purpose. Are we picking up what I'm putting down? I'm tired and this paragraph is long.

I wrote a post here about how my boy is tragic. Also here's my post about how much I love unreliable narrators which is supplementary to the previous paragraph. Janus is really primed to be a fav of mine. (Not beating out Logan but he's a close second.)

We don't have to go into why he's just like me fr I think that would be depressing on all counts and uncomfortable for everyone involved. Also we can ignore the "I would let them make me worse" category, he's probably the only side I'll check that off on, psychoanalyze me if you want to.

To finish out, I want to circle back around to Janus being lovable and trying so hard and being a massive dork. He's just a snake boy! He gets so frustrated with everyone being stupid, which, relatable, but he's still trying so hard to help them! He wants good things for Thomas which means helping sort these idiots out. I want to see him doing better. I want to see more of his Shrodinger's union with Patton and his exes energy with Virgil, bc I'm messy and I think it's fun. And can we please get a main line video where he and Remus interact? I need it for sick and evil reasons (kicking my feet while giggling).

As always, anyone and everyone can feel free to tag on with their thoughts!

[brandstifter-sys]

You know what I don't see enough of? Patton and Janus flirting with puns and dad jokes!

Like Janus' trying to wake Patton up in the morning and sleepyhead is all "I'm awake"

And Janus just smirks because he can't help himself, "Hello, Awake, I'm Janus."

Patton just giggles and slowly gets up to deliver some smooches to the cute snek

[lefaystrent]

The Heart Waivers

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Moceit, Patton/Janus

Summary: Little white lies are still lies. Patton struggles to admit his limits.

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The door to Morality's room clicks closed behind him.

He slumps back against the painted wood, and for the first time in a long time, he let's the smile fall away. The crow's feet smooths. The twinkle in his eyes burns out to ash.

Motes of nostalgia float through the air. Sunshine filters in past the sheer curtains. All the things dear to him lay out before him. A shrine to memories in all the photographs hanging from the walls. A haven of hospitality with a scattering of snacks and pillow forts. A bastion of comfort to welcome the weary and put woes aside for another day.

So why isn't it working?

Why does he feel so bruised inside?

Unmoved, Patton stares into the distance, at something, nothing at all really. This is the point where he's supposed to shake his head, slap his cheeks, and tell himself, "One more round, buddy! You got this!" Because if you grin hard enough that tears pool into your eyes, your body isn't supposed to tell the difference between what is real.

He is emotion, not lack thereof. The thought of one more step brings possibilities, not heartache.

But the heart waivers all the same.

Maybe he can just take a few moments. A breather. Get his head back in the game.

He'll be fine.

"My, my, what do I spy with my slitted eye. A lost little compass that can't find its way."

It takes longer than it should, to register Deceit stepping into the room, as if he'd been standing in a shadowed corner this entire time. Maybe he had. Patton doesn't so much as glance at him.

Out of his peripheral, he is aware of the dark silhouette standing next to him. Arms crossed, like a parent who's found his kid with his head stuck in the cookie jar. That's usually a job reserved for Patton.

Typically, the thought would get a little giggle out of him. Why can't he just–

He's just a little tired, that's all.

"For someone who claims honesty is the best policy, I find you terribly lacking these days," Janus comments, voice silky smooth. He's come to start some philisophical debate with Patton, per usual.

But Patton doesn't understand. His brows pinch together, and his head tilts in Janus's direction but he still can't seem to bring himself to look. "Have I said something? I don't think I've said anything lately."

Is that really what his voice sounds like?

So empty lifeless dead bland?

Footsteps brush against the carpet, soft and heavy. Janus slinks around in front of him, languidly pacing back and forth. A facsimile of a smile, and a glint of light off scales. A yellow canary preening it's feathers, and the prowling snake that ate it too. All dimmed into cool darkness and perfect poise.

He's not towering over Patton, and yet...

"Did I mention you said anything? I don't believe I said that," Janus reasons. "More importantly, whoever implied that honesty was tied to words alone?"

Patton does not have it in him for fancy riddles and witty comebacks. He has no jokes. The joke machine is out of order, try again.

Though he thinks he should. He really should have something to give, shouldn't he?

Like he always should. He's always there to lighten the mood. He's always there with cookies and hugs. He's always there for anyone and everyone else who needs it. Otherwise, what worth is he if he can't–

The thoughts buzz away, ringing in his ears, drowning out what little energy he might have had left. Patton breathes in, then out. "What do you want from me?"

Janus snaps to a stop, almost right in front of him. Patton stares at the black fabric of his cloak, the golden ties and silver clasps. He wonders how the cloth feels.

The bowler hat comes into view as Janus leans forward. A bit of bangs fall loose past his temple. What expression he wears, Patton cannot look too close. But Janus is looking up at him, trying to engage him.

"What I want..." and now Janus is speaking just as quietly, dare he say gently. Patton tries not to read too much into the tone even as his body shudders lightly with a longing he cannot put to words. "What I want, in this instance, is not nearly as interesting as what you want."

The confusion returns, but did it ever really leave? More riddles, great. "I'm sure you'll explain eventually."

And that gets what seems like a genuine smile to tug at the snake's lips. Janus rises up straight and takes a step forward in the same motion. "Try as you might to fit everything into nice little boxes, hardly anything is as one-sided as it appears. Take it from someone who knows, lies are useful and can be employed in so many different ways. It's a resource, a gamble perhaps, but an often lucrative one. I for one know its worth."

The words play ping-pong inside Pattons head, and a heaviness drags his shoulders down, down, until he could just lay on the floor–

And then suddenly there's the velvet rub of gloves against his jaw, and a careful nudge up of his chin.

"But what I don't condone is using deceitful means to enable self-harm."

A fist bulldozes its way through Patton's chest. It wrenches the muscles around his heart, constricting, sending ice to flood his veins. The pain guilt shame sensation stabbing it's way through his stomach and down his legs, dragging his soul along with it.

He finally meets that gaze and he would have staggered had he not already been leaning on the door. Janus is firm, any previous amusement gone in a flash. It pins him where he stands. Patton can't run away, can't glance away, can't breathe-

The gloved hand moves up his jaw and settles against his cheek. Another one joins on the other side. Janus is cupping his face, holding him there in front of him, like a puppet on a string. Patton feels weightless and terrified.

The firmness in those mismatched eyes melt into something else.

Compassion.

"The others may be fooled, and that's only because they're idiots. But you can't fool yourself, darling. And you certainly can't fool me."

Patton's tongue is dry against the roof of his mouth. All the thoughts of not being enough, of pushing himself a little farther, telling himself not to be weak– The thoughts wrestle with the warmth of a body close to his, and despite consciously deciding to, his hands seek purchase against black sleeves. If he can just hold on and keep his head– if he can just think of what he should do-

"It's alright," Janus shushes him. "I don't say this to frighten you. I simply wish to help."

"I don't need anything," Patton stammers, interrupting him and his own haywire brain patterns. "I'm sorry, um, if I made you think otherwise, or– or if I–

Another hand startles him into silence. Fingers card through his hair...lovingly. For all that Janus has six hands, he always keeps them to himself. He never shows others physical affection, as far as Patton is aware. Or any affection that isn't laced with sass and sarcasm. What happened... what did Patton do to garner this attention?

And when will Janus pull the rug out from under him?

"Honey."

And the world becomes paper-thin with a crooning pet name. Janus brushes his thumb in a sweet caress and Patton can't help but to lean into the touch.

"I just want you to listen to me for a moment," Janus whispers. "Just a moment, no arguments. Just you and I, and no one else to please. Afterwards, I can leave and we don't have to talk again about this, not if you don't want to. But you are not the only one who cares for others. And even if you are the only one who gets hurt in the end, it's still too much."

"Why do you care?" Patton croaks out. His voice is small, and hollow, and oh so hopeful. He's shaking now, he realizes dimly. His teeth wobble, near-chattering. The stresses have piled up and up and threaten to bury him. And he doesn't know whether it's better that way.

He should at least cry, right? Why can't he even do that right?

Janus's expression turns achingly sad. He pitches forward and rests their foreheads against each other. They are connected, and the ringing in Patton's ears stops. Instead, there's the thrum of tentative heartbeats.

"If I can't reach you otherwise, then perhaps some of the blame is mine." His breath fans out against Patton's skin and he closes his eyes. He feels adrift with nothing but a baritone voice tethering him in place. "Perhaps I let this go on too long. Perhaps I should have intervened sooner. And if I misjudged...then you have my most sincere apologies."

Patton's eyes flutter open and he leans back away from him, away from his touch. Janus let's him, surprisingly. His hold is not meant to bind him.

Janus attempts a sardonic smile. "Yes, even I sometimes think honesty is the best policy. You can rub it in my face later. Just don't tell the others, or else they'll get annoying. More annoying."

The hands leave his face and slide down his neck, past his shoulders, down to Patton's hands where he apparently had Janus's arms in a death-grip. Janus gently tugs them loose one by one, but he doesn't let go. He holds their hands together, squeezing them.

"It's alright to not be alright," Janus tells him. "You can have boundaries, and you can tell people when they cross then. You can say when you're tired and when you've just had enough. You don't have to keep collecting pebbles until it's a boulder breaking your back. You don't have to keep pushing yourself when you don't want to."

And somewhere, deep down underneath the coating numbness, Patton knows this is true. He knows it. And it's such a relief, to hear someone say it. To give him permission to acknowledge it.

However, the well is dried up. There are no tears. Just a quiet tiredness.

"You wouldn't want any of the others to hide their pain away, would you?"

Patton stares down at their linked hands. He never imagined he'd be holding hands with Deceit, or that it would be comforting. He shakes his head.

"You would want them to tell you when they were sad, or when they needed something, wouldn't you?"

Patton nods, barely sensing the motion.

"And if you saw me hurting, you would want to help me...wouldn't you?"

He glances back up. Janus is imploring and earnest, trying to lead Patton's eye to something important, to have him see what he has seen.

To take away the blindfold.

"Yes," Patton agrees. He would help Janus in a heartbeat.

"Then why are you not deserving of the same? Why deny yourself comforts and hide behind a farce of happiness when you have nothing to be ashamed of? When you know they wouldn't turn you away? Do you not trust them? Have they given you any reason not to trust them?"

"Of course not," Patton responds automatically, weakly. "Of course I trust them."

Roman, always chivalrous.

Virgil, always attentive.

Logan, always reasonable.

Remus, always open.

And Patton, always strong.

Did the others ever get tired of always being too?

Janus slips his hands away and Pattons arms hang limply, without purpose. "All I ask...is for you to think about it. Think about what you really want. And then think about why on Earth you can't have it."

There are many reasons.

He's told himself them over and over.

And he imagines the others telling themselves the same, and he can't bear it.

Janus takes one step back, then two. He turns to go, to slide into the shadows once more.

Patton lurches forward and snatches a hand. He cradles it in two of his, and when that isn't enough, he pulls it to his chest to hold it close.

If Janus shows surprise, Patton can't see it. He's got his eyes squnched up tight, unable to bear an onslaught of rejection even after the display Janus had given him, the urgency to show faith.

"Stay," Patton says, but the question is clear.

There's a hush, and Janus is incredibly still. Patton wants to know what his expression looks like, what he's thinking right now.

Baby steps.

"Is that really what you want, dearest?"

Patton hums and tugs on the hand, closer. He pulls Janus back to him, and in a fit of bravery, and let's go of the hand in favor of wrapping his arms around Janus's torso. He buries his face in the cloak, and he fights against all the nagging thoughts accusing him of being selfish.

"How can I say no to that answer?" Janus chuckles and, incredibly, starts to card his fingers through Patton's hair again.

"Gloves off?" Patton requests, then adds a shy, "Please?"

Another chuckle, one that Patton feels more than hears from the body that he's pressed up against.

"I thought they already were," Janus teases, and then, wonderfully, Patton feels bare skin threading through and scratching his scalp. It's grounding, and it's there, and it's for him.

And he won't feel guilty if it makes him happy.

[stressed-depressed-andobsessed]

Merry Holidays everyone!

Another Asides has been posted so here's my thoughts again. (No screenshots this time because I'm at work)

SASSY WINE AUNT JANUS STRIKES AGAIN

I love the detail about him being slightly drunk

The lean when he popped up was amazing

Can you tell that I really love Janus?

I loved the newest sweater designs, they are amazing

Virgil has the nonbinary colors on, I love it

ROMAN AND REMUS INTERACTION <333333

Logan is such a mom, I love him

'Molt Wine? I'm not sharing, I'm just showing' or whatever he said

You want me to destroy my knew box?

>:(

A BOX!

Ooo Daddy~ (please don't-)

I think giving Remus an airfryer is a pretty smart gift. He loves food and burning shit

Remus' little Mr. Fuzzy is so adorable :>

I want one!!!

Virgil's gift to Logan is so smart and cute and well thought out and perfect for angst at first

"Give it a read, I'm sure you'll find SOMETHING you like" OH REALLY?? LIKE A CLUE!?

You're doing great Logan :)

Loga giving Roman a crisp $20 is perfect and I think I was in the stream when he said that

Replacing Andrew Jackson with Roman was so nice of Logan

Janus giggling is so cute

Roman having Janus is smart

BITCHSLAP!!

I love both gift because Janus really needed that

And the way Virgil reacted was amazing too

What if Roman's bitchslap was so hard, it pushed Janus back to the wall and he fell. Then Remus is like UH OH SPAGHETTIOS! Let me help you up :{D But he doesn't move his hands at all but you hear something being stretched out (and maybe a belt buckle or something) then Janus is just like '... I'd rather stay on the floor Dear, thank you though Remus" while everyone else groans (I should really be in the writer's room, I'm so hilarious)

Mr. Fuzzy doesn't like being dropped :D

Karrot King

I love the little end card

C!Thomas is so cute and 'But what's the message?'Nico is killing me. YOU KNOW THR MESSAGE YOU CAN SEE IT IN HIS EYES THE MESSAGE IS I LOVE YOU NICO FLORES!!

Drunk Janus is <33

Can't wait for the next episode that's gonna be the final part 1 HINT HINT NUDGE NUDGE MR. SANDERS

[typically-untypical]

The Saint and the Manipulator

AU: Vampires

CW: Biting

WC: 1,962

Date: 12/14/2023

"Look at him Jannie, he just looks cute enough to eat," Patton cooed, watching the man at the bar mixing drinks for other people. His fingers were long, almost spider like and his shirt was wide enough at the neck to show off his warm flesh.

"Patience," Janus hissed, drawing a line from Patton's neck to his chin. For the past few months he had been talking with the bartender, slowly getting him to open up to the ideas of the occult. It hadn't been hard, Virgil was apparently an avid conspiracy theorist and so when Janus started spouting off about Vampires, the bartender had listened with rapt attention. Everything working out in their favor, Janus was enjoying Virgil's company and Virgil seemed excited by the possibility of something so macabre. It had been a long road preparing the human, but everything was going according to plan. Janus had to move one more piece into play, Patton. His husband was a joy and a sweetheart, full of wonder for the world around him. Unfortunately, as a vampire, Patton had a thirst that couldn't be satiated. Unlike most stories, vampires weren't reckless killing machines, at least not all of them. Much like humans, they had the capacity to be evil or kind and though Janus didn't believe such labels were helpful, he did hope others understood, as a human he could be far crueler than he actually was. Patton, on the other hand, was far kinder than most humans Janus met.

"Oh I hope we get his consent, I would love to have him as part of our family."

Patton was probably a big reason why Janus was the way he was. Being such a kind and open hearted man, even as a vampire he wouldn't drink from someone he didn't have permission from. The first time he had drank from Janus he had begged, pleaded in a dark alley. Janus had only been so gracious to shut him up, but when Patton had finished drinking the smile on his face had been captivating. He had complimented Janus' health and given him advice for his future. It had been such a strange encounter that Janus had gone back again and again until they were linked. Vampires could get blood from any random humans, but it wasn't nearly as fulfilling as blood from someone bound to a vampire. If a human agreed, their soul could be intertwined, giving them the life span to stay by the vampire's side while also promising their health to the vampire. This bond was a neigh unbreakable, which meant one couldn't go into it lightly. Janus had given his life to Patton over a century ago, but Patton's hunger continued to grow. This was his way of helping his husband. He had been laying the groundwork to woo the bartender. He would later take on the role of manipulative villain, but he would do anything for Patton's sake.

"Last call, you two," Virgil said, walking over to their table and leaving the bar unattended. It seemed like most of the regulars had already cleared out leaving only a few stragglers behind.

"I think we're good in terms of alcohol, but might we have a conversation once you're off work? Patton and I are curious about a few things." Not a lie, not the truth.

"Oh, so this is the infamous Patton," Virgil held out his hand. "Jay has told me a lot about you, give him a few drinks and he actually can't shut the fuck up about you. I've been curious." 

Patton giggled, covering his mouth to hide his fangs. "You are a sweet talker. He has mentioned you a lot as well. I think he and I are going to have to have a stern talking to because he undersold how pretty you are."

Virgil blushed, heat and blood rising to his face. "Well, that's good to hear. I have to start cleaning the bar, but I'll tell the others you're walking me to my car, that way they should leave you be even after we close."

"Thanks Kiddo." Virgil raised his eyebrow at that but didn't say anything as he started walking away.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Patton grabbed Janus' leg trying to control his obvious giddiness. "He's handsome, and that voice, and that smell." Patton seemed to melt a bit and Janus wrapped his arms around his husband, pulling him close. 

"Yes, I'm aware he's pretty. I figured he was just your type."

Patton giggled, "Why because I like dramatic emos who hide their true feelings with sarcastic quips?"

Janus pretended to look offended as he put his hand to his chest. Patton only laughed, leaning up to kiss Janus' chin. "I love you," he whispered.

Janus would never admit that he melted a bit too, returning Patton's kiss. "You are too saccharine for your own good." He kissed Patton's neck, desperately trying not to be obvious about their love and affection for one another. He didn't need Virgil's coworkers to think they were sketchy, lecherous, or anything of the sort. They needed to be seen as a good couple, and good tippers.

It was less than an hour before Virgil and the others had the place cleaned up and shut down. He started walking toward them and the two got out of their chairs, putting them up on the tables like they had seen the others do. 

"So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" Virgil asked, after walking them both out locking the door behind him. "You're not going to proposition me into your harem are you, Jay?" He asked teasingly, causing Janus to roll his eyes. That wasn't what he was planning on doing but he also understood that it almost seemed like that was exactly what he was doing. He was asking Virgil to potentially be a blood donor for Patton for the rest of his life, but all in due time.

"Actually, I wanted to tell you a secret, Pat, darling, would you like to show him your teeth?"

Patton looked to Janus for confirmation before he opened his mouth, allowing his fangs to slide out. Virgil's mouth fell, and he floundered for words. Janus let him process, making sure that he and Patton were at least 5 feet away so Virgil could feel like he could escape. No one could truly escape a vampire, but Patton also wasn't a hunter.

"Alright, so those are either really expensive, or..." He looked at Janus as if hoping to hear that it was all a lie, that Janus was playing a prank. 

"I am fully human, but my husband..." Janus allowed his sentence to taper off, allowing Virgil to fill in the rest. 

"He's a vampire, and you... you knew?"

"That's why I was so knowledgeable about them." Janus pulled Patton into him and as expected, Patton nuzzled his neck gently. "You're not in any danger from him, Patton is very sweet and never drinks from someone unless he has permission. However, it is an experience."

Janus watched as Virgil swallowed, looking over to his car before taking a step forward. "So vampires are real? You aren't just fucking with me? You do seem to like to do that." Virgil countered and Janus nodded.

"An unfortunate trait of mine, but I'm sure Patton would be happy to demonstrate as long as you don't mind watching. It can get a bit... intense." There was a bout of silence, the three of them standing there waiting for Virgil to make a move. Finally he nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. I need to see this to believe it."

"Are you sure kiddo? You don't have to believe if you want. You could pretend it was a bad dream and go on with your life."

At Patton's suggestion, Virgil shook his head furiously, something Janus also expected. Virgil had anxiety and though he managed it well while he was bartending a discovery like this would haunt him for the rest of his life if he didn't verify it was fake. Then again, finding out it was real would most likely shake him to his core. He would come to them more often for comfort and Janus and Patton would both be waiting with open arms; Patton because he was kind, and Janus because he knew it would be a way to get Virgil to trust them. No other reason.

"Alright, if you're sure." Janus felt Patton shift, hands gently wrapping around his face was Patton looked at him. "May I?" He asked in the sweetest voice. He always started this the same way and it felt like a ritual at this point. 

"Always," Janus whispered in response, getting to see Patton's soft shy smile before his head was tilted to the side. Patton didn't just sink his teeth in. He kissed at Janus' neck, sucked a small bruise on the crook to bring the blood to the surface. Then he bit down. It was a brief moment of pain followed by a flood of endorphins. He felt like he was floating, like the whole world disappeared beneath his feet. Janus reached out for Patton, clinging to his arms, fighting the sounds that desperately bubbled from his chest. He was partially aware that Virgil was still here, was still watching them and that was not the thing to think about right now. He moaned out the bartender’s name softly before Patton pulled back, kissing his neck and sealing the wound. He left only a hickey behind. 

Vaguely, he could hear Patton speaking and Virgil was saying something as well. This had been the risk of going this route, letting the two of them talk alone. However, if Patton and Virgil were going to fall in love they needed to actually like each other. He was being swept off his feet, cradled in the strong arms of his husband. 

"Let me walk you to your car. If you're okay with it, we can talk more tomorrow?" Patton was doing great. He had managed to get them an invite back. Virgil wasn't running away. Janus knew he probably needed to stay awake, to do everything he could to manage the situation, but his head felt heavy. Patton's venom was still coursing through his system, desperately pulling him into a relaxed state. Elevated heart rates meant more blood, but it also meant a higher chance of someone dying and though there were enough humans now that culling the population wouldn't have a dramatic effect, that hadn't always been the case. 

Janus had done the research, Janus knew what was needed to keep Patton safe, to keep him healthy. Janus knew why things were happening, but he couldn't access it all his brain was too fuzzy. 

"This hit you hard didn't it?" Patton whispered, "Seems like you enjoyed someone else watching you feed me." He sounded more lucid and Janus felt himself falling closer and closer to sleep. "I do really like Virgil, but I think maybe you like him a bit too." Janus felt a slight kiss on his forehead and the warmth of a blanket being pulled over him. "At least I hope you do. You deserve to have a life's companion as much as I do. I'd love to build a little commune where you could have more friends, more family." Patton pushed his hair away from his face before laying down next to Janus. 

"Rest, it's okay, honey. I can take over from here. You've done such a good job but it's my turn to care for you."

Janus finally relaxed, allowing sleep to take over. This was why he loved his husband. He was too kind for his own good.

@tsspromptmonth

[sometimes-love-is-enough]

Back at it again being So Normal About worldbuilding about the cesitail beings and reread Syzygy for the billionth time, and missing so much foreshadowing like, how the fuck did I not see this coming. Bro, My guy, I just-- GRABS SYZYGY BY MY MOUTH AND SJKDFHSDJFHSKDHFDSKFHSDKFHS Cough Anyhoots. I may… have not climbed out of the "Flavors/Herbs/FOOD being a part of Syzygy magic" rabbit hole, But it's been 2 weeks and I wanna explore something new, I'll get back to the Food Magic later A-hem

Hollows, amiright? Skin and bodies of Hollows just magically work similar to humans, right? They can get drunk without a liver; I assume that when Juice touched Janus, his skin sizzled like how a human's would. I assume they run normal temperture. They give off everything to be perceived as humans SO MUCH, from needing actual sleep to food for energy, and to the tastebuds etc.

The only thing that keeps them being alive is just perceiving themselves to be alive, right? What's the limit on that? Can you cut off an arm of a hollow? I'm very aware that would painfully hurt, but would they deflate? Could you reattach it? I imagine you can't regrow it, seeing that you need so much much energy to match what a singular arm do. Much more easier to attach said arm. What if it's your head, though?? Hollows actually need air in them to function because deflation is A THING.

If someone, stupidly determined, to find the limit of being alive, what would they find out, is this whY REMUS COULDN'T BE HOLLOW? BECAUSE HE WOULD NO DOUBT FIND THE LIMIT?! LET MY BOY BE HOLLOW FOR SHIT AND GIGGLES. I ASSUMED THAT THE REASON WHY ROMAN AND REMUS BECAME GHOSTS BECAUSE SOMETHING MUST'VE HAPPENED TO SPLIT THEM FROM THE REST BUT I BET THIS IS THE REAL REASON /j/j/j/j/j/j (Smhh, the Sun is so godsdamned powerful but can't split a man's personality into perfectly 6 hollows? smhh)

Taking a brief break from writing Folk Music Academic Analysis to answer this to the best of my abilities. HELLO! The reason you missed so much foreshadowing is because I intentionally crammed the first few chapters of Syzygy with so many 'what the fuck?' moments of worldbuilding to distract anyone reading the first time. It's only because you're desensitized to the weirdness of dragons being real and everything being back-to-front and the city being clockwork that you start to notice things the second time and onward. But that wasn't the question!

Can you cut off the arm of a hollow? Obviously you can! You can cut the arm off anything, with enough effort! But you can think of hollows as very slowly deflating paper bags. When Janus slices himself open as a demonstration in chapter four, he doesn't immediately deflate and collapse into a heap of skin, because it's a pretty small wound, all things considered. The bigger the breach, the quicker the complete bodily collapse is, and the more deflated a hollow is the harder it is to bring them back - a bit like when your heart stops beating or when you stop breathing, for a normal human person. So, in that respect, cutting off a hollow's arm is about as dangerous as cutting a flesh-and-blood person's arm off - if you move quick, you can probably cauterize/seal the wound quick enough that they'll survive. But it's certainly not going to be fun or easy to recover from.

If you cut off a hollow's head, you will hear a comical squeal of air like a deflating balloon, and then their body will go flying everywhere (like a deflating balloon), and they will be pretty much completely dead and deflated before you can catch up to them, also their head will collapse. Hollow Beheadings were outlawed in the mid-1700s because they were just too silly to take seriously. (This started out mostly a joke but it's making me laugh thinking about it, so it might actually be canon now. Whoops.)

You have hit the nail on the head for why Remus in particular is not a hollow, in an out-of-universe me-writing-it sense. He would be such a menace to deal with. He'd burn the Stacks to the ground. In-universe (and I think I mentioned this in the comments at some point? can't remember, I've written a lot of explanations/extra worldbuilding in the comments) Roman and Remus are ghosts and not hollows because they function at a much more conceptual and unrealistic level than the other sides - they're more Imagination Juice and Creative Power than the others, so they wouldn't quite fit into the hollow suits that the others could, there just wasn't enough of them to make entire real people. Maybe if there was only one Creativity, they could make another non-ghostly addition to the Hollow Side Squad, but as it was... they ended up as leftover energy clinging onto reality, with most of their personalities/memories intact, but not enough power to, like, really affect things or push the plot in any solid direction. Not until the ball properly got rolling, anyway.

[ticklishprincey]

𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜!

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Hello my loveys! This wasn't requested but I've had these in my head for the past month for a while now and I figured I'd share. (part one because this bitch is LONG) ◦•●◉✿ Warnings: Tickling, teasing, lmk if there's anything else ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚜◦•●◉✿ ◦•●◉✿ Roman ♡ Ler-leaning switch ♡ ---------- ♡ Main targets are Virgil and Logan ♡ Tickles Virgil when he's being depressing, tickles Logan when he's being boring ♡ Is 100% responsible for introducing the concept of tickling to Logan ♡ The worst ler moods ever, if he picks you, you better RUN ♡ Will just pick up one of the others out of nowhere and tickle them, no matter where they are or what they're doing ♡ Not super ticklish but if you know where to get him he's gone ♡ Get behind his knees and he's a mess ♡ Not super easy to fluster and will argue back and forth with his ler while being wrecked ◦•●◉✿ Patton ♡ Switch ♡ ---------- ♡ The teasiest ler ♡ Doesn't have a main target, he tickles everyone (excluding Remus, he would not touch him with a ten foot pole) ♡ Coos at his lee with the biggest grin on his face ♡ He's just a dad c'mon ♡ Compliment teases are his specialty ♡ Will find any reason to tickle someone. You're sad? Tickle you until you feel better. Insecure? Tickle you until you admit you're beautiful/handsome. Just bored? He'll gladly entertain you! ♡ Virgil's learned not to say he's depressed around him unless he wants to get wrecked ♡ Also ridiculously ticklish, just the threat is enough to get him giggling ♡ His tummy is his worst spot, raspberries kill him ♡ Really giggly and squeaky laugh, very fitting ♡ Both does and doesn't fluster easily, he'll blush at teasing but he'll come back with an equally teasing remark without even meaning to ♡ Sometimes flusters his ler with how forward he is, he'll ask to be wrecked without a second thought ◦•●◉✿ Logan ♡ Ler ♡ ---------- ♡ Doesn't really understand the appeal but is happy to assist the others with their lee moods ♡ He'll tease but not the typical way, he just makes observations. Out loud. You see how this is an issue? ♡ When he discovered the other sides enjoyed it he did research on it ♡ He does research on everything, what did you expect? ♡ Prefers using tools rather than his hands, likes to use feathers and hairbrushes ♡ Main target is Patton, but he'll gladly assist anyone who asks. And you have to ask or he'll be clueless. DO YOU SEE THE ISSUE HERE?? ♡ Not ticklish whatsoever except for his ears, and only Patton and Roman know about it. ♡ Patton knows because he was told, Roman knows because he's a stubborn and nosy little bitch and wouldn't stop poking until he got a reaction. ◦•●◉✿ Virgil ♡ Lee-leaning switch ♡ ---------- ♡ Surprisingly ticklish ♡ Main ler is Patton, but everyone will get him because he's so goddamn cute ♡ His laugh is super giggly, lots of hiccups and squeals in there ♡ Everyone just fawns over him and he loves hates it ♡ After he and Janus made up he's also been a prominent ler ♡ Will not admit he likes it to save his life ♡ If he's in a lee mood he will suffer, there is no way he's asking anyone ♡ Worst spots are his hips and ribs ♡ Absolutely dies at any form of teasing ♡ He'll be red in the face before you even touch him it's adorable ♡ He doesn't really have a melt spot but his favorite spot would be his neck. ♡ Raspberries kill him, he's just deceased at this point. ♡ Will start out fighting/squirming but eventually tires himself out and just lets it happen ♡ He can't make eye contact on the regular, you think he can when he's being wrecked? Fat chance ♡ Won't admit it but his favorite ler is Janus ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍◦•●◉✿ ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. If you guys like me doing these headcannon lists, please let me know and give me suggestions on what fandoms out of my fandom list you'd like to see next! I promise I'll do Janus and Remus and c!Thomas in part two, it's just super freaking long already. •.¸♡𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚎♡¸.•

[gamequeenanya]

Right? Can't you just imagine Patton getting in the middle of an argument Roman caused during a video by saying "Roman Princey Creativity Sanders, do not make me summon the tickle monster, mister."? Or maybe something more casual like a Q&A where Roman is asked what kind of fights he would win and he answers "I'm unbeatable in any battle. I've won sword fights, pillow fights, tickle fights, dance fights,–" then Thomas says "Wait, what was that last one?" and clueless Roman just says "Dance fights?" and a clearly flustered Virgil says "Let's move on." Or perhaps in that same video, Janus is asked what kind of stuff he gets up to with his extra hands and he gives a demonstration that seems normal at first, giving a book to Logan, trying to take Roman's sword, flipping off Virgil, arm wrestling with Remus, etc. But one hand is tickling Patton, who's giggling up a storm. Or better yet, all his hands tickle everyone at once as his big finish last example for the question.

I challenge my Sanders Sides followers to draw one of these scenarios!

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Sweeney Todd + Mrs. Lovett couples costume for the boys.

not portraying them as a couple but Matching costume also: Beetlejuice and Lydia.

Also Jekyll & Hyde. Janus questions why they're stealing his gig. They debate if it's selfcest for the character if they make out in costume. They make out anyway. They play Confrontation (the song from the musical) over speakers to cover the sounds (just for shits and giggles).

Yes this is bc 🐀 just made that post about Beetlejuice and I had to comment. Also sorry 🐀 if it's a rat or mouse and I picked the opposite :( I can't tell on my phone, they're the same but slightly different in color. Can't tell the difference. You know who you are tho

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Y E S!!! I fucking L O V E them having matching musical costumes!!! I'm cackling at the thought of them making out with Confrontation on in the background and all everyone just hears is "I LIVE INSIDE YOU FOREVER!!!" Your brand has been stolen Jan and the Spooky Beloveds are about to make it cursed XD

[weregreatatcrime]

Oh my GODS I forgot about my old Karai adopted by Nomura AU. Holy shit this is amazing I found my old art of it and I'm giggling

Basically it was an AU where Trollhunters happened and Nomura is out here like "I don't know what to do with a CHILD" so she goes in search of a human to help her raise her new baby, since, you know, humans are better at being kind and nurturing and shit. But Nomura is a strong independent changeling who don't need no man, or woman, and she's not interested in getting in a partnership. All she needs is someone to help take care of her daughter familiar. So she fucks around and is like "You know, I don't need to be as careful as I used to be. If I have a grudge, I can just.... act on it. Hee hee."

And you see Nomura can't just get ANYONE to help with Zelda, she has to have someone who can protect Zelda just as well as SHE could. And Nomura is a busy spy assassin who is helping clean up the remnants of the Janus Order around the planet, so she needs someone who is independent and can either look after Zelda alone for a while or just move somewhere new with her when the need arises. So through a LONG stream of candidates Nomura settles on fucking. Karai.

She has some beef with Oroku Saki, what kind idk and changelings are p petty but Shredder’s a dick, so, probably something valid. Nomura's grand idea is to expose the child kidnapper for who he is to his "daughter". She manages to track down enough proof and force his hand enough that Karai actually believes it. Karai, now knowing she's Miwa, is devastated. Because Shredder is a dick but he was still her dad?

And Nomura saunters over like "I gotta deal for you kiddo! Help me raise my daughter and I'll help you look and see if there's anything left of your real father. No promises though, he went missing like, ten years ago. But I'll try! And as you can see, I'm very very good at finding hidden stuff :)" and well Miwa’s gotta try

Nomura kidnaps Shredder’s daughter while flipping him the bird and then Miwa helps raise Zelda for a few years. She actually really likes Zelda, she's a clever little terror, and Nomura is a cool "mom" even if they have an entirely transactional relationship. Miwa is just her fake daughter to help raise Zelda, they have fake papers and everything... but..... you know......... this is kinda nice. She never had a mom before, so even a fake one is cool

Nomura over here, having a panic attack when she realizes that she genuinely likes and adores this little bloodthirsty kunoichi and then eventually just straight up "Listen I like you, little viper, let me adopt you?? For reals please???" And they're a little happy family

And then Nomura gets a hot tip on the Hamatos in New York so the Nomura family gets to move to a little apartment there in search of Miwa’s real family, and Hilarity and Identity Shenanigans Ensue. Miwa ends up going to April and Casey's school. Zelda's daycare gets caught mid Kraang crossfire. Miwa sees Foot ninja and goes feral (being adopted by a changeling doesn't do a lot for your sense of morals). At SOME point, Zelda goes from cute toddler to tiny terror monster on a bad guy while Miwa just watches on from the sidelines with pride.

In the hero side of things the turtles find a new ally in a masked kunoichi who goes by Karai. She doesn't tell them anything about her except for the fact that if the Shredder hates them, she's on their side. She uses this to try learning about their family because they claim HAMATO as a name, surely they must know something about what happened to Hamato Yoshi.......

[theimprobabledreamersworld]

Oooh how about 20 with Loceit for the hurt/comfort prompts?

Also love you and can't wait to see your writing again though no pressure, take as long as you need💙💛💜💛💛💛💛💛

From these awesome hurt/comfort prompts 😊 Requests are still open 😊

Hey Starlight! It's been a long day but I hope this makes sense! 😊 Love you toooo 💛💛

I Won't Ignore You

Pairing: Loceit, platonic

"Stop. IGNORING ME!"

Janus jumped in shock from his room as those three words reverberated around him. What the hell was going on? He had never heard pure rage come from any Side, but he wasn't concerned... No, not one bit.

He walked over to his door and leant his ear against it softly, he should be able to work out who was around pretty quickly.

There was soft humming and giggling coming from the room opposite him, that would be Patton reading the book of terrible puns that Janus made him a while back. Further away he could hear the aggressive tones of My Chemical Romance, Virgil was here... That was a surprise. He could also hear Roman loud and clear singing 'Let It Go' on repeat. He continued to listen carefully, but there were no other tell-tale signs. So that meant...

Oh no.

Janus paced his room, did he need to go and intervene? He heard some shouting and swearing earlier but he thought that was just Remus being Remus... But that... That could have only been one person. Logan.

Logan had been ignored more and more lately and Janus totally didn't feel any guilt about that at all. That incident with pulling Logan out of the video by the crook totally didn't haunt his mind continuously. He had been trying to work out a way to try and reconcile with Logan, but there hadn't been a good opportunity... but that rage and desperation he heard moments ago though, that could be a good start.

Suddenly, he heard loud stomps go past his door at an alarming rate. The swearing made it clear in an instant that it was Remus. Janus knew better than to talk to Remus when he was that angry, once Remus had turned his room into a rage room for a while, he'd be easier to approach.

The next set of noises were harder to listen to. Slow, tentative footsteps accompanied by the occasional sigh. The sound of paper tearing and muttered words before yet another door slammed shut.

'You should have known that you weren't going to be listened to again.'

That does it.

Janus opened his door with a flourish and paced over to Logan's door knocking loudly. He was greeted by a frustrated sigh as the door opened.

"Look. I don't want to talk to a- Oh... Janus?" Logan asked confused.

"Logan! Hi. Can we- can we talk?" Janus stumbled his way through the question, not in his usual suave fashion. Logan sighed and made an incredibly sarcastic 'after you' gesture. Janus stepped into the room and noticed just how drained the colour had become.

"So... I heard an altercation. I wanted to find out what happened." Janus stated bluntly and Logan raised an eyebrow incredulously.

"Why don't you just ask Remus? Or Thomas?" The bitterness when Logan uttered both of their names was enough to tell him everything.

"I wanted to hear it from you. I had a feeling that you were feeling ignored recently, and that outburst I heard just proves it." Janus removed his glove as he spoke so there could be no discrepancy that he was being genuine.

"Oh, you think? I was just trying to help Thoma be more productive and he abandons everything to go meet a guy he's just met. That's fine. His apartment can remain a mess... That d-doesn't bother me." Logan initially scoffed but his tone turned more frustrated as he spoke as his head dipped, looking at the floor. Janus stepped a little closer.

"It does bother you. That's understandable. We've both been in that position." Janus spoke softly, hoping that Logan would understand what he meant.

Logan's head raised sharply as he gazed at Janus in sympathy initially. They maintained eye contact for a few moments before Logan shook his head and stepped away, the frustration taking over.

"Can't you just- can't you just go?" Logan demanded, but in a tone that was silently pleading because he didn't want to be vulnerable yet again. Janus stepped a little closer and gestured for Logan to look at him.

"I'm not leaving you alone until I know you're okay." Janus responded softly, meaning every word.

There was a stunned silence from Logan, like he couldn't believe that someone would care that much. He chuckled monotonously as he blinked back the tears threatening to form.

"I'm afraid you will be here for quite a while then." Logan admitted and Janus smiled back in response.

"Believe me, Logan. I'm okay with thar. There's nowhere else I would rather be right now."