Okay but now what if how you designed Remus but in as many words as you want, because I'm loving these design breakdowns
HELL YEAH!
Remus to me is full of chaos but he is also the antithesis of Roman with similar qualities but a total lack of self consciousness or bashfulness. He is freedom and he gives no shits.
Inspiration 1: Mad Madam Mim
I start with a disney character full of chaos and I am inspired by mad Madam Mim because she is wild and chaotic and i absolutely love how fun she is as a villain and the most important thing for me is that Remus is fun. He's bonkers and has terrible ideas but he's also harmless in terms of reality. He's like an annoying little brother that wants to show you the Weird Gunk he found in the trash.
Inspiration 2: Snidley Whiplash (or Dick Dastardly)
Remus to me is a guy who knows a lot of things and he's actually really clever but he wants to BE a villain like Snidley Whiplash or Dick Dastardly, including the moustache. He wants to tie people to train tracks because it's fun. His personality is "I found the dynamite and the roller skates! :D"
Inspiration 3: Wile E Coyote and looney tunes as a concept
If Remus is anything it's a creature that can be stabbed in the eye and come back fine. It's a person who can make acme-like contraptions that do not work and that's ok. He is, if nothing else, Wile E Coyote and he is having the time of his life. He should therefore have hair that is a littler wild and crazy and untamable like Wile E's tail.
Inspiration 3: Royal villains
We will look at Galavant and also OUaT again!
There's nothing quite as detailed in costume as evil royal villains. They always seem to be the most extravagant or at least have all the buckles and things and Remus has an outfit just the same. Like Roman I want his royalty to show with his clothes but unlike Roman I want Remus to look way less put together. More a culmination of his clothes he chooses to wear but only because he HAS to wear something so he's going to show skin.
Particularly though the one I associate with Remus is Captain Hook from Once Upon a Time.
Inspiration 4: Captain Hook / Pirate aesthetics
Roguish, half-opened shirt, details, dressed fancy, swashbuckling. Remus would make a great pirate because he has the swagger and charm of a drunken man sailing a boat with a pet giant octopus he calls Lil Pussy.
Speaking of octopus...
Inspiration 5: Kraken and hentai
He has an octopus on his belt and he deserves tentacles for a pirate feel but also for fuckin. Cause he's a raunchy bastard. Anything taboo is something he wants to think about.
Inspiration 6: Punk aesthetic
What easier way top buck against the norms than to embrace punk vibes? Jewelry, upside-down crosses, I don't like going overboard with it but I like giving him some. Fingerless gloves, chokers with spikes, those kinds of things work well for his "I am everything your religious grandmother hates, embrace it". His outfits that aren't standard could look like he made them himself or found them in the garbage and went "awesome!"
Inspiration 7: Weapon Master
Remus likes to hit things with his mace and while Roman has his sword, I imagine Remus is an expert at weapons or at least likes to use them so even if I am going to dress him up nice I want a weapon nearby somewhere.
Things that are a must:
So many details, Remus will not leave your eyeballs alone. If you think Roman has details nope, Remus wants your eyes to bleed with them.
Remus should have longer hair than Roman, wilder bangs and wilder curls. Shorter hair is fine but a ponytail is even more fun. Like the tie holding it'll break at any moment.
Weapons galore, arm this baby at every opportunity. Likewise, scars are acceptable but it's ok if they disappear at random because chaos loves chaos.
If Remus has his main garb off he should be showing skin to the best of his abilities and his collar should drape down wider than normal because let that man be a slut.
Tentacles should be numerous when shown and they should have a mind of their own doing whatever they want.
If Roman wouldn't wear it, Remus would. If Roman wouldn't think it, Remus would, and if Roman would be disgusted, Remus would love it.
Remus should have annoying little brother vibes.
Any non-standard outfits should look like he cobbled them together with duct tape and chewing gum.
So I came to this:
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Love is a Beach
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Patton and Janus broke up months ago. The problem? They still haven’t told their friends, and their annual beach trip is looming. Not wanting to break the news and ruin the vacation, they come to an…unconventional agreement.
Word Count: 2597
Pairings: moceit, background prinxiety
Content Warnings: drinking, breakups, mild innuendo
Author’s Note: I finally wrote the fake-dating-exes “there’s only one bed” moceit fic I’ve been threatening you all with!! I tagged everyone who expressed interest in reading this when I posted about it months ago. This fic is loosely based off of the novel “Happy Place” by Emily Henry :)
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Not for the first time, the rational part of Patton’s brain was telling him that this was a bad idea. He had known it since they cooked it up, but he guessed that it was one thing to talk about it and another entirely to put it into action. He stood in the driveway, holding a bag of pool noodles and feeling slightly nauseous.
The rush of blood in his ears nearly drowned out the familiar chatter of his friends: Logan reading their checklist aloud in his typical drone, the twins cracking jokes from the backseat, Virgil groaning and telling them to shut it, trying and failing to smother the grin on his face. It was a perfect tableau of the people he loved most in the world, who, under different circumstances, he would have been thrilled to spend the week on vacation with, as he was every year.
As Janus loaded the last of the bags into the trunk, Patton met his eyes, and looked away as quickly as he could, staring at the gravel by his feet. Off to a flying start.
Plastering a smile onto his face, he clapped his hands. “Everyone ready?” He asked cheerfully, plopping into the driver’s seat. “AYE AYE, CAPTAIN!” Roman and Remus crowed in unison, to which Logan rolled his eyes. Janus slid into the passenger’s seat next to him with the grace of a lethargic cat. Patton dutifully kept his eyes on the rear view mirror as he pulled out of the driveway.
“I’m trusting you on aux, Jan,” Roman called from the back. “You better not disappoint!” Roman was usually the DJ of their road trips, as he always called dibs on shotgun (“dibs” used loosely, as he’d fight anyone who dared take his place as the resident passenger princess), but he had graciously relinquished his seat to Janus for this particular trip.
In fact, all of them had been exceptionally kind to both him and Janus for the past few weeks; Virgil had dropped a homemade loaf of sourdough at his apartment last week, saying that he “made too much”; Logan had told Patton that he’d pay the gas bill that Patton’s minivan was racking up for this trip; and, of course, Roman wouldn’t hear a word against Patton and Janus taking the master bedroom in the beach house they were renting.
It would melt Patton’s heart if it didn’t make his stomach twist with guilt.
He knew exactly where it was all coming from: they were expecting a proposal soon.
When Patton and Janus had first started dating in junior year of college, they could sense the wariness in their friends; they had all been inseparable since they first met in freshman year, and their concern that it would ruin the group dynamic was palpable.
That had been six years ago, though, and it really had only brought them all closer together. Janus and Patton had earned the nicknames “Mom” and “Dad”, respectively, and the others had all delighted in the prospect of one day being uncles to their kids.
And so, six years on in their relationship, everyone was clearly trying to contain their excitement about the proposal that they knew had to be coming soon.
So no, they couldn’t just tell the others about the breakup.
When it happened two months ago, Patton had fretted for days over how to break the news. Their trip to the beach, which had been a yearly tradition since they were sophomores in college, was looming, and he couldn’t stand the thought of breaking their hearts. His own was shattered already.
So when Janus showed up to move his stuff out of their apartment and suggested that they not tell the others until after the trip, it seemed like the best course of action at the time.
Now, the reality of the situation was really settling in as he drove on the freeway. He was facing down a week of playing lovebirds with his ex-boyfriend, actively deceiving the people in his life who knew him best, so yeah, you could say his resolve weakened a bit.
“Just to confirm, to avoid any confusion,” Logan began for what had to have been the fifteenth time that week. “Patton and Janus will be staying in the master bedroom. Roman and Virgil will take the first guest room, and myself and Remus will be staying in the second one, correct?”
Patton caught Roman’s eye in the rear view and exchanged a wry glance. Logan was clearly reiterating the sleeping arrangements over and over again in a futile attempt to get out of staying with Remus. Based on the way that Virgil had flushed bright red when Roman declared that they could room together, though, Logan’s efforts were completely in vain. Patton smiled a little in spite of himself. Virgil’s massive crush on Roman was one of the worst-kept secrets in the group; everyone knew about it except, of course, Roman himself, who was almost impressively oblivious.
“Yep,” Roman replied. “That’s what we all agreed on two weeks ago, L.” Logan said nothing in response and turned to stare out the window.
Their planning day two weeks ago was the first time that Patton had seen Janus since he had moved out. It also served as their “test run” for their charade, and it was just about as soul-crushing as Patton was anticipating it would be. He sat as close to Janus as he could bear, and forced himself to keep smiling, even as Roman showed them pictures of the room that they’d be sharing—he wasn’t really paying attention, as he was too preoccupied with the proximity of Janus’ knee to his. A wisp of blond hair escaped from Janus’ bun, as it often did, and Patton fought the urge to tuck it back. Instead, he gulped down a glass of the wine Logan had brought a bit too eagerly and studiously ignored the look it got him from Janus, who had the audacity to look amused.
Easy-peasy, he thought to himself, desperately avoiding Janus’s gaze.
All he’d have to do is make it through the week. One week, and then they could drop the charade and stop the lying and nothing would ever be the same in the group again.
He’d poured himself another glass of wine.
“Are we almost there?” Remus whined from the back row of seats, jolting Patton back to the present.
“Still another hour or so, Ree,” he responded, glancing at the GPS. Remus let out an anguished groan.
“Would you like a book to pass the time?” Logan asked, reaching into the bag at his feet. Every year, they’d all place bets on how many books Logan would read on vacation. His record was currently sitting at twelve.
“I’d rather have my arm torn off by wolves, no offense.”
“You’re quiet, Janus,” Virgil remarked.
“Hm?” Janus said, jolting a little beside him. Patton gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, but it filled him with a grim satisfaction to know that at the very least, he was on edge too. “Oh, just lost in thought. I’m ready to get into bed.”
“I’ll bet,” Remus grinned devilishly.
“Shut up, Remus,” Virgil laughed, smacking his arm.
“Anyways, we’ll be there soon enough,” Patton said, hoping that the frantic pitch in his voice came across as embarrassment. He could feel the hot blush creeping across his face. “And I’ll make spaghetti once we get there!”
“You don’t have to do that,” Janus said, and Patton startled. “You just drove, the least we could do is cook dinner.”
“Oh,” Patton managed. “That’s alright, I really don’t mind.”
“I’ll order pizza,” he said decisively, and Patton felt a mix of annoyance and appreciation. He’s so thoughtful. He always had been.
“Okay, if that’s alright with everyone else,” he replied unsteadily. “Thanks, honey.”
The pet name was out before he could stop himself, a habit the product of six years together. He thanked his lucky stars that he was driving, so he wouldn’t have to look at Janus.
“Of course, dear.”
His face burned.
Easy-peasy.
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The house was stupidly perfect. Nestled in the heart of a picturesque beach town, it stood behind a picket fence, with white shutters and blue trim, framed by yellow rose bushes. It looked exactly like the kind of house he and Janus had always talked about moving to once they got married, and Patton’s heart gave another painful twist.
Everyone clambered out of the car, Remus darting forward to unlock the front door, everyone else grabbing their luggage. Patton breathed in the sea air and tried to steady himself.
The interior was just as lovely as the outside; light blue wood paneled walls decorated with paintings of the beach, with a pristine white couch that Patton had no doubt somebody would spill some brightly colored beverage on by the end of the week. Roman was breezing from room to room, showing everyone around, clearly quite pleased with himself for being the one to pick out their lodgings.
“You can choose which bed you want, I don’t mind either way,” he was saying to Virgil, their luggage piled in the center of their room.
“The place is beautiful, Ro!” Patton exclaimed as he poked his head through the doorway. Roman swelled with pride.
“Wait until you see your room! Here, lemme show you—it’s the one upstairs, at the end of the hall!”
“There’s an upstairs?” Patton asked, unable to hide the surprise in his voice.
“Yep! You and Janus will have the floor all to yourself,” Roman said, throwing a playful wink at him. Patton hoped that the giggle he forced out was convincing. “Here, let me help you get your stuff upstairs.”
They trudged to the top of the stairs, bags in tow. As Roman pushed open the door to the room at the top, clearly awaiting his reaction, Patton schooled his features into what he hoped resembled joy.
The room was lovely. There was a seafoam green loveseat in the corner, a big window thrown open to reveal a clear view of the bay on the far side, white linen curtains dancing in the light breeze, and in the middle, of course, there was a plush king sized bed, covered in throw pillows shaped like seashells.
He had known that there would only be one bed. Obviously there would only be one bed. It was the master bedroom and him and Janus had been together for six years, of course they’d be sharing a bed.
But knowing that beforehand and seeing the bed in person were two entirely different things.
“Oh, Ro,” he managed. “It’s…it’s lovely. Thank you.”
Janus appeared in the doorway behind Roman, holding his own luggage.
“Of course, Pat,” Roman said, squeezing his hand. “I knew you’d love it. I’ll let you two get settled!” And with that, he slipped out, shutting the door behind him with a decisive click.
The silence stretched out, filling the room. It dawned on Patton that this was their first moment alone together in months. He felt uncomfortably warm. Finally, as the silence threatened to swallow them whole, Janus huffed. “You,” he began, “are a terrible actor.”
Patton opened his mouth and closed it. There was so much to say, and yet he could find no words at all. The tension was unbearable. He wanted to take Janus’s face in his hands, to search his gaze until he could fix whatever had broken between them. Instead, he pursed his lips and turned away, hoping that Janus wouldn’t hear the waver in his voice. “You knew that already.”
“I did,” Janus responded.
Patton cleared his throat. “There’s only one bed.”
“I’ve noticed.” Patton hated how utterly unbothered he sounded. So calm, cool, and collected while Patton was unraveling at the seams. As if six years down the drain meant nothing to him.
He made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. “So…?”
“So?” He could hear the edges of amusement creep into Janus’ voice, and his face burned.
“So, what do you want to do about it?”
Janus sighed. “I could sleep on the floor, if you want.”
“What? No! You—I wouldn’t make you do that!” He stammered out.
“I know you wouldn’t,” he said. “But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You sleeping on the floor for a week because of me would make me uncomfortable, Janus,” Patton shot back. “Please, let’s just—it’s fine. It’s a big bed, and it’s only a week.”
Janus was silent for a moment, staring at him. Patton tried not to squirm under his gaze.
“Fine. If that’s what you want,” he said finally.
“It is,” he responded, certain that his face was spectacularly red. “Um. I’m going to—grab my things.” He headed for the door.
Janus raised an eyebrow towards his luggage already piled in the doorway but said nothing.
He flew down the stairs, cheeks on fire, and into the kitchen, where Virgil was busy unpacking the food for the week.
“Oh, hey,” he said.
“Hi,” Patton responded, unsure why he was already so out of breath. “Um. I’ll cook tonight.”
“I thought we were ordering pizza, like Jan said?”
“I know, I know, I just—have a lot of energy right now, I want to keep myself busy.”
Virgil raised his eyebrows. “Uh, alright. Everything okay?”
“Yep!” he said, wincing at the strain in his voice. “I just had too much coffee this morning before the drive, so. You know.” Terrible actor, indeed.
Virgil looked unconvinced. “Okay, if you’re sure. Just, uh—take it easy, alright? It’s supposed to be a vacation.”
“Says you,” he said, grinning a little and poking Virgil’s arm. Virgil rolled his eyes.
“This isn’t about me.”
“It is now!” Virgil huffed.
“Just…take care of yourself, okay?” he asked, his voice softening a bit, hints of real concern in his eyes. “You’ve been a little…uh, off, lately—“
“Off?” Patton’s stomach twisted.
“Not off,” he amended. “Just…tightly wound? And, y’know, I get why, but—“
“What?” He asked, panicked. If Virgil already knew…
Virgil looked abjectly confused, holding up his hands. “Just, y’know…” he lowered his voice a little bit. “The proposal?”
Oh. Yeah. That made more sense. It did nothing to ease his nerves, though.
“Right,” he choked out. Virgil stared at him for a long moment, his eyes searching his face. Finally, he looked away, sighing.
“All I wanted to say was that I want you to take care of yourself. It’s a vacation, and none of us want you to spend it working yourself to the bone for our sake.”
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Yeah, I know, Virge. Thanks.”
“‘Course,” he said resignedly, awkwardly tapping his fingers against the countertop. There was an uncertain air between them, and Patton did his best to ignore it. He couldn’t have Virgil worrying about him—he wouldn’t have it. Otherwise, what was this whole charade even for?
He helped Virgil unpack the rest of the food, trying his best to diffuse the tension between them. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when Virgil finally retreated into his room, resting his face in his hands.
He shouldn’t have come here. He should have pretended he had the flu, or told them that his apartment was robbed, or that his dog had gotten into chemical waste and was now a mutant wreaking havoc on the city, or—or something.
But then, that wouldn’t have really done anything—the others would have just rescheduled the trip for him, and then he’d have felt doubly bad.
He glanced at the clock, blinking green above the oven, sighed, and uncorked a bottle of wine.
Whatever happened tonight, at least he wouldn’t be sober for it.
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HIGHSCHOOL AU HIGHSCHOOL AU
(Ima start with Remus and Roman cuz ye)
Pt1
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Remus
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Age=15-16
He’s the YOUNGER twin by one minute
He’s not in any extracurricular activities
He has good grades (which surprises people)
He is a weird troublemaker but somehow doesn’t get into trouble
He’s arty
Has been in some trouble with the disturbing stories he writes in English classes
Loves creative writing
Doesn’t care about much
Shares a room with Roman
Roman yells at him a lot but Remus isn’t that bothered
He’s kinda insensitive
He’s friends with Janus and Orange
Still considers himself Virgil’s friend
Would jump in to defend Orange
Doesn’t know how to handle affection, praise or people saying they love him
Fights with Roman, Logan and Janus the most
Is the least favorite child
His mom doesn’t like him and his dad is naive and clueless. His dad always gets his name wrong (Remus doesn’t care though)
Remus is very careless. As in he doesn’t care if he gets hurt or if he hurts people
He used to be apart of the cheerleading team but got kicked off to save money. (He liked the idea of being able to climb on top of people and jump around)
Would say stuff to purposely anger people or annoy them
Has undiagnosed eating disorder (Pica)
Has a soft spot for Emile (Dr Picani) and acts like a normal person to him
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Roman
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Age=15-16
The OLDER twin by one minute
He’s captain on the football team and quarterback
He is in a poly with Janus, Vee, Logan and Patton (DLAMP)
He shares a room with Remus
He had good grades
He is the favourite child
His mom treats him like the golden child
He doesn’t like it when Remus angers his bfs
He dislikes Remus but doesn’t COMPLETELY hate him (he still cares)
He yells and gets mad at Remus for his betterment as in he wants Remus to realize the error of his ways and how he behaves
He thinks he’s the alpha twin (he is 💀)
“Ah…when I was your age Remus…”
Is protective of Remus (not in a remrom way get ya head out of the gutters) in the way that he doesn’t want him getting together with the “wrong sort” (abusive or toxic people)
He teases Logan with his interests and gets confused why Logan is mean to him back (Logince goals 😚🤞💙❤️)
He and Patton watch Disney together
He’s always flirting with Virgil
He and and Janus’s are slowly warming up to each other
Roman gets annoyed when people comment (his bfs) that he and Remus aren’t close (he doesn’t know that much about Remus and his interests since they always ignore each other 💀✋)
Roman likes to embarrass his brother (obviously he wouldn’t go THAT far)he would do stuff like try to platonically kiss him in front of his friends or hug him. (Cuz he knows Remus would get annoyed)
Roman:Remus, I think you just need a hug from you big bro 😌✋
Remus:don’t touch me-
*Insert Roman chasing remus*
Janus:WTF
Roman gets on the tables when performing an Orel presentation (when no one asks him too 💀✋)
Roman:*long angry paragraph about a rant about Remus*
Remus:K
Roman:I GIVE UP
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Nicknames Remus calls Roman:
Bro, Roman, pissy, Princey, old man (cuz Roman’s older)
Nicknames Roman calls Remus:
Bro, Remus, Dukey, mustachioed mugbug, Baby (cuz Remus is younger), fiend, troublemaker (he’s cringe)
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