#captains roman and remus

[the-sprog]

I need to make a Sanders Sides as superheroes drawing

But not like... Roman if he were a superhero. I mean which DC/Marvel hero would they be "variants" of.

I need opinions. Send me options. I'll make polls after I get a few.

Expect Remus. He's Deadpool. That one's easy.

[touyubesposts]

It's always “If they were in the same universe, Wilford and Remus would be friends/dating/enemies” and never “If they were in the same universe, Roman would have a field day or mental breakdown learning everybody's names”

Reminder: Roman thought the names Janus and Virgil we're embarrassing. There are canon characters named “Captain Magnum,” “Heehoo,” and “HeapAss.” (Yes, HeapAss is canon, he’s one of Yancy’s friends. Also yancy is a good example for this.)

Roman would have a mental breakdown as the names get more and more ridiculous and Virgil would just hover around him until finally he gets really close and goes “And you thought my name was bad.”

[sandersontheside]

Happy October 1st! Have some fun Halloween themed HCs!

Haunted House/Maze:

Virgil loves haunted houses because it's scary in a controlled way and he ultimately knows he's safe. But he won't go alone. So, he drags Roman with him. Roman talks a big game about protecting Virgil, but ends up mostly clinging to Virgil the whole time and scraming his high pitched girl scream.

Janus, Remus, and Logan also appreciate a haunted house. Janus likes to roleplay with the actors. Remus has been kicked out at least once before for accidentally punching an actor on reflex.

Patton does NOT like haunted houses and will wait in line at the snack shack to buy everyone hot cider and donuts to enjoy when they're done.

Roman is a big fan of "getting lost" in the maze to make out (Virgil is also partial to this, though he definitely prefers the haunted house).

Logan appreciate the puzzle, which is good because Patton has no sense of direction and would be utterly lost without Logan.

Remus cuts right through the corn and jumps out at people. Janus is the only one he is never able to scare, no matter how hard he tries.

Pumpkin Patch/Pumpkin Carving:

Roman and Remus get really into pumpkin carving every year, the more intricate and over the top, the better. It's also sort of a competition with them. Virgil also gets into this, but he's less intense about it.

Patton collects the pumpkin seeds from aforementioned carving and roasts them! He's also the one who suggests sprinkling cinnamon in the carved pumpkins, so they smell like pumpkin pie when you light a candle in them.

Logan likes to design pumpkins, but hates the actual carving (the pumpkin guts are too gooey and it's a sensory nightmare) so he makes a template and then has Patton do it for him.

Janus doesn't carve a pumpkin (he doesn't want to take his gloves off), so he becomes the impartial judge of the impromptu pumpkin competition. Roman insists this is unfair, because he's "biased towards Remus" but he's vetoed.

Remus selects the ugliest, knobbiest, weirdest looking pumpkins to carve because "they'll be scarier that way" and "they have more character" while Roman selects the smoothest, most perfectly shaped pumpkins to carve because he likes a nice, clean canvas, and "it's just so SHAPED" and pleasing to the eye.

In addition to carving pumpkins, sometimes Patton will select a small, sweet pumpkin to roast and puree to make pumpkin pie. He insists that roasting the pumpkin yourself is vastly superior to the canned stuff (he's right).

Costumes:

Logan is big on obscure nerd costumes that no one else understands until he explains it. He's out here dressing up like famous scientists and stuff like that. Sometimes he lets Patton talk him into something more recognizable though.

Virgil always always makes his costumes himself. We're talking sewing, hot glue, making props, etc. He starts planning in the summer to make sure he has enough time. And he always goes for something scary.

Janus also plans early, but he's not afraid to buy things. Usually his costumes come from scouring thrift stores. No one can spot a treasure at the Goodwill like Janus.

Roman and Remus will pick costumes that either go together or completely clash, and there's no in between. One year, they'll be Peter Pan (Remus) and Captain Hook (Roman), the next year Roman is Superman/Clark Kent and Remus is in one of those inflatable dinosaur costumes.

Patton always has grandiose ideas for costumes, and then waits to the last minute and throws something together. Usually he goes for cute rather than scary.

Various Other Stuff:

Virgil will die before he admits this, but he fucking LOVES pumpkin spice. He claims he likes his coffee "black like my soul" but in secret he might love a PSL even more than Patton.

Roman and Remus take candy trades very, very seriously as kids. If either of them ends up with more of one thing it will result in all out war between them.

Patton and Virgil go absolutely balls-to-the-wall when it comes to decorations. Spirit Halloween exploded all over everything. Logan wisely doesn't ask how much it cost.

Janus answers "trick-or-treat" with "trick" every time and sets up friendly spooky Halloween pranks for his friends. Nothing too bad, and he usually has a treat for them afterwards, too.

Roman hosts Halloween movie marathons. The campier the better. Your Halloweentowns and your Hocus Pocuses and your Beetlejuices and your Scooby-Doos. Of course, Remus and Virgil slip some actually scary stuff in there, too. (Roman isn't too upset about it, as long as he can jump into Virgil's lap when he's scared)

[fangirltothefullest]

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:

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

A Simple Kidnapping

Hello Hello I love your fanfictions and I would like to ask you if you could do a fan fiction about Virgel fighting with everyone and before it's got result he got kidnapped. I just love Virgil he's my baby - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: kidnapping

Pairings: none

Word Count: 2610

Fights in the Mindscape can be...bad. Bad enough that certain Sides take refuge in the Imagination afterwards. Virgil, however, is not one of the Sides that can shape the Imagination as effectively, and as such blunders into quite the troublesome situation.

"Let's get this burlap off you, must be quite itchy, no?"

Hands tug at the burlap sack over his head, carefully lifting it off. He blinks at the sudden brightness of candlelight as it rustles away. Another blink and a face looms in front of him. His eyes take a moment to adjust.

"Huh," the pirate captain says, tilting their head to the side, "you've got quite a nice face under there."

Virgil swallows, opening his mouth to speak when the captain raises their hand.

"Hush, hush, hush, come now," they say, petting him almost like a dog, "you don't want to make a racket, now, do you? You'll wake up the whole crew and believe me, you don't want that."

No. No, he didn't.

"There, see? That's much better. Now, all you need to do is stay quiet, alright?" They take a seat on the edge of their desk. "Otherwise, I'd have to gag you and that wouldn't be very nice. Get stains all over my nice fabric, nobody wants that."

Wisely, Virgil keeps his mouth shut. The captain smiles.

"There you go. I knew you were one of the smart ones. Unfortunately—" they stand to grab…a length of rope?— "I do refuse to extend the same courtesy to your limbs as I do to your tongue. You're one of the sneaky ones, aren't you?"

They begin to wrap the rope around Virgil's arms and legs. He stifles a sharp inhale. This is fine. This is…fine.

"The moment I take my eyes off you, you'll be gone in a blink, so…" They tie a knot and tug on it lightly. "Not too tight?"

He's shaking his head before he realizes it.

"Good."

Virgil glances around the room. It's a—is he on a ship, still? It looks like a cabin—but he's still in dock, aren't they? The ship was preparing to leave when he—

Oh, fuck, Princey's gonna kill me.

Something catches the candlelight and his eyes fix on the very sharp blade tucked into the captain's belt.

"Now, then." The captain settles back against the desk. "Why don't you tell me what you're doing sneaking onto my ship?"

Virgil's eyes narrow and he clenches his jaw. Playing along with the Imagination's characters when he has the safety of Roman or Remus is one thing, but neither of them are here right now and this…feels a little too much like one of Remus's plots for him to risk mouthing off.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, why did I have to run away?

"I know I said I'd gag you if you made too much noise, but I do expect you to talk." When Virgil still says nothing, the captain sighs. "Am I supposed to guess, then?"

They push slightly off the desk, walking a slow circle around the chair.

"You're young," they say quietly, as they settle back against it, "but you've been made to look older. You've not done it yourself, though. Someone's made you look older."

Virgil says nothing.

"You're stubborn, aren't you?" The captain reaches for his hands, brushing fingertips along his. "No calluses, your hands are soft, unworked…"

Their eyes flick up to catch Virgil's.

"Are you running from, or running to?"

With the captain's hand in his, there is no way to disguise the flinching twitch of his fingers.

"From, then." The captain lets him go, folding their arms. "What would someone like you have to run from?"

Words rise to the tip of his tongue and he swallows them back just in time, his lips curling into a snarl. It sounds too close to Janus scoffing that he was being paranoid again, Patton saying he was making a big deal out of nothing, kiddo. The captain quirks an eyebrow.

"Mm, sore spot, is it?" They lean down, hands on Virgil's knees, until they're almost nose to nose with him. "You've grown up sheltered. A life of safety, never having to work for what you want. What on earth could happen to make someone like you want to run?"

"You're not exactly being fair to the rest of us, Virgil. We've got things to worry about too, you can't monopolize being the only one worried about things."

"Yeah, it's not like you're the only one who goes through this. You have to let us be upset too."

A hand flashes up too quick, no—

The captain pauses. Virgil bites back a curse at how obviously he just flinched as the hand nears his face. Slowly, very slowly, the hand tips his head to the side. A finger presses lightly over the still-throbbing wound at his temple, just barely closed over.

"I didn't do that," the captain mutters, almost too quiet to hear, before the finger moves to tilt his chin back up. Virgil refuses to meet their gaze. They let out a sigh, their voice softening just the slightest amount. "You've gotten yourself into quite the mess, haven't you, little stowaway?"

"What're you going to do with me?"

"It speaks," they murmur, "where did you come from?"

Virgil snaps his head up to glare at them. The captain raises their hands in surrender and moves back to lean against the desk again.

"Feisty little stowaway, aren't you?" They shrug. "So where will you go, then? You're not going much of anywhere right now."

They indicate the ropes.

"What was your plan, little stowaway? It can't have been to get caught so easily."

No. No, it had not. And for a moment, Virgil's mind fills with the possibilities of what could happen, of what happens to unsuspecting and foolish people in these types of stories who wander too far into the docks and stumble into the path of the wrong ship. Of horror stories and missing victims and waves that churn a little too easily for it to just be fish.

Then he remembers that this is the Imagination, and if anything actually bad were to happen to him, the twins would know about it instantly.

Then he remembers he's been kidnapped and there's been absolutely no sign of them.

The captain's been watching him with an inscrutable expression. Virgil tenses, taking stock of his body. No other injuries past what he already knew about, the rope's pretty sturdy but there's a good chance the chair isn't. That dagger looks really sharp.

"Oh, little stowaway," the captain sighs after a moment, "what will we do with you?"

His eyes don't leave the dagger.

The captain sighs again, before carefully removing the dagger from their belt and placing it on the other side of the desk.

…wait, what?

"I'm not going to hurt you," the captain says softly, "look, see? The sharp thing is over there now."

You don't need a sharp thing to hurt someone.

"Hey."

The captain is closer now. When did that happen? Their eyes scan his expression. The wrinkle of their brows seems sincere, as does the curve of their frown.

"I'm not going to hurt you," they say again as their eyes meet, "I'm not going to hurt you."

Virgil's arms flex in the ropes.

"If I untie you, will you try to run?" Virgil doesn't reply. "That's a yes, then. How about this: you stay here, in the chair, as you've been doing so nicely for me, and I'll let your legs go, okay?"

…better than nothing.

"Good. Hold still, alright?"

A very strong part of Virgil is tempted to kick the captain in the head as hard as he can, but that's not the smart option. He needs to be smart now.

"Very good," the captain murmurs as he pulls away, discarding the rope and standing up. "When's the last time you ate?"

Virgil blinks.

"Come on," the captain coaxes, suddenly much more patiently, "it can't have been easy getting here. You must be hungry, aren't you?"

Before he can decide how he wants to answer, his traitor of a stomach answers for him. The captain chuckles, walking over to a drawer and opening it, returning with a roll of bread in their hands.

"Don't be stubborn," they say, still speaking softly, softly, always softly now, as they hold the roll up to his mouth. "It's just bread. Good bread, but just bread."

Virgil warily opens his mouth to take a bite. The captain doesn't move, letting him tear off a piece of the bread.

…of course it has to taste good. Of course it does.

"Easy," comes the low voice as he tries to wolf down the bread in earnest, "I'm not going to take it away from you. You can slow down, don't make yourself sick."

He does manage to slow down, just a little bit. The captain doesn't say anything, just holds the roll still until he can figure out how to rip off the next bite. They place the last bite delicately into his mouth and smile.

"Better?" He nods begrudgingly. "Good. Are you thirsty?"

"Why are you doing this?"

To their credit, the captain only pauses. "Doing what?"

"This." He gestures as best he can. "Food. Drink. Not killing me."

"You make it sounds as if you're complaining."

Shit.

"Hush," they say, softer again, a slight bit of amusement in their voice as they continue to fuss with a bottle, "it's alright, I'm not angry."

"…that's not answer," Virgil prods warily.

"Believe me, I am not thrilled about using up precious rations," they say as they turn back, "but I would be less thrilled if you were to faint from undernourishment or dehydration. I'd be liable to handle your catatonic form and I don't think either of us wants that again."

Virgil's hands twitch slightly as the captain leans against the desk, the bottle finally in the light enough for him to properly identify it as a tankard of…something.

"And, as I said, I'm not going to hurt you."

"What's in that, then?"

"Ale." They take a sip themselves to prove it. "See?"

A hand cups his head and raises the tankard to his lips. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and drinks. The taste is…unfamiliar, but not altogether unpleasant. They keep it there until Virgil pulls away slightly, setting it on the desk.

"Now," they continue, "I may not be one of the captains in that precious upper circle, but I know my way around these parts well enough to recognize someone of the Prince's ilk when I see them."

Virgil tenses. The captain rolls their eyes—fondly? No, surely not—and taps his ankle with the toe of their boot.

"Don't look so frightened, little stowaway, I'm not exactly about to hold you for ransom, I'm not looking to have my ship slashed to timbers. I only mean that you're not exactly inconspicuous here."

"So?"

"So, if you're going to get caught sneaking around, you might want to know that not everyone has as discerning an eye as I do, and some of those pretty trinkets around your neck would have other captains ready to slit it over them."

"If you're aiming for comforting, you're really fucking missing."

The captain lets out a surprised bark of laughter. "Feisty! Where was this earlier? Is a roll of bread and a sip of ale all it takes to reignite that spark in you? I'm not in the habit of comforting stowaways, but I am quite practiced in telling people when they've been remarkably foolish."

Virgil glares at them and they shake their head, still chuckling.

"You're about as intimidating as a kitten, little stowaway, you can save your glares."

"What the hell do you want?"

"You're a fascinating creature," they say, "and I'd hate to see something truly awful happen to you. And I must admit, I am curious as to what could have happened to drive you so far away from the safety of the inland villages."

He bites his tongue. He's not going to spill his guts. He's not. The Imagination may be a great many things, but good at keeping things from Roman and Remus, it isn't. The captain doesn't say anything else for a long moment, before their boot nudges Virgil's ankle again.

"Where did that nasty head wound come from?"

"I don't know."

"Don't lie to me, little stowaway."

"I don't know," he repeats, gritting his teeth slightly. "I was running—I don't—I only remember getting to the docks, okay? Then I woke up here."

He raises his head.

"Why do you care?"

"That's not the first time you've asked a question like that. Fishing for a certain answer, are we?" They tilt their head. "Or is the idea that someone cares even a little bit for you so foreign?"

What is it with the Imagination and making weirdly perceptive and insightful characters? Virgil squirms a little under the captain's gaze, which is probably enough of an answer in and of itself. Sure enough, the captain sighs.

"You're a bigger fool than I thought."

"What?"

"If you believe the Prince doesn't care for you, you're a bigger fool than I thought."

He can't stop the mirthless laughter that barks out of his mouth. "What the hell would you know about that?"

The captain opens their mouth to answer when a chorus of shouts and clanging steel comes from outside. They reach forward and undo the bindings on Virgil's wrists, giving him a look just as the door bursts open.

"He's unharmed, mostly," they say as Virgil turns around to see—Roman, standing there, Remus looming threateningly over his shoulder— "there's a head wound we can't account for."

"Virgil? Are you okay?"

"You…you came?"

The captain huffs quietly as Remus growls, Roman putting a hand on his shoulder with such an earnest expression that Virgil's chest starts to ache. "Of course we did, Virgil. We've been looking everywhere for you."

"Did this bitch hurt you?"

"What? No—no—we just talked. They didn't do anything."

The captain looks remarkably calm for someone with Remus's morningstar a little too close to their neck, but Remus only growls threateningly again before scooping Virgil into his arms and marching out of the cabin. The captain makes eye contact with him one last time, gives a small wave, and mouths don't be a fool before the Imagination bends and twists around them—

"I'm so sorry," Roman says as soon as they're back in the more familiar parts of the castle, "I should've—I didn't mean for that to get so out of hand, I'm sorry—"

"Me too," Virgil mumbles, "I didn't…I shouldn't have run."

"Oh, god, Virgil, no, that's not your fault. That isn't your fault at all, I swear."

"Did someone hurt you?" Remus's fingers are gentle as he examines the wound. "What happened?"

"I don't know, I don't remember."

"We're gonna have Lolo look at you anyway. Oh, shit, little spider, I'm so fucking sorry—we didn't mean to gang up on you, it wasn't meant to be like that."

"…yeah." Suddenly, the rush of the argument followed by the oh-shit-I-was-just-kidnapped catches up with him and he all but falls into Roman's arms. "Oh, shit."

"Hey, hey, come here, shadow-ling, we've got you, you're safe now. Come one, let's—let's go get you patched up and then to movie night, okay? You're okay, you're gonna be okay."

As he's shepherded out of the Imagination, he can't help glancing over his shoulder one last time. Perhaps he'll have to track down that captain again once all of this is over.

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[constellama]

Ok I’ve actually been thinking about this pirate au more and I have like a vague concept so

- Siren Roman

- Pirate Virgil

- Siren Remus (I wanna include tentacles in his design somehow but idk how I’m gonna do that)

- Sea serpent Janus

- Cartographer Logan

- Captain Patton

[orbmanson7]

From the Air - A Logangstamatic by Orb Manson

A little more animation than last time, but probably should still be called an animatic at most...

My "logangstamatic" project consists of about 26 different short animations and animatics (and maybe a lyric video or two), in each one, I take a song that reminds me of Logan from Sanders Sides and animate a short section of it in a different way!

The idea is to give a tiny taste of the type of work I want to do, when I someday have better means and the actual time and dedication to give to such projects, haha.

For more information on the full project, go here!

This one features the song "From the Air" by Laurie Anderson, and was animated by me by drawing and creating a bunch of paper doll versions of the characters (most dressed in costumes) as well as creating a paper theater and seats and props and stage setting, then using basic stop-motion techniques to create more of a photo montage of sorts of the story progressing, and used tissue paper to simulate fire. Everything was shot on my phone and then edited in the inShot app.

This song was chosen mainly because I have been a fan of Laurie Anderson's unique music for a very long time, and I originally wanted to do something for "O Superman" from the same album, but I felt this song fit Logan and his thought process way better, especially with how things are going for him currently in the series (and are bound to keep going at this rate).

I don't know why, but when listening to this song while thinking of Logan, I vividly imagined the words being spoken not by a pilot as a plane was crashing, but rather a stage manager watching everything unravel behind the scenes of a doomed stage play and once a spark sets the curtain aflame, he begins giving instructions on what to do, taking charge to clear things out but not once bothering to fight the flames, knowing no one would listen to what he has to say anyway, and eventually even revelling in how this is one of the only ways he can regain control of this unending stage of drama...

The storyboard was drawn almost instantly, haha, it just took a lot longer to find time to make all the pieces and then get it all put together.

Like the other video, I'd love to someday animate this whole song in a similar manner, preferably with a better camera and better software so it comes out more presentable and with way more animation on display. I was very limited in what I could accomplish with this, so if given the chance, I'd love to do it again but better.

I already have a few more of these other animatics and animations in progress, so stay tuned for those coming soon. As I said, there will be 26 in total!

If you liked this, please let me know with a like or a comment! It is greatly appreciated!!

Music Credits:

"From The Air" by Laurie Anderson, from the album Big Science

Art Credits:

All art, props, and animation done by me!

Character Credits:

Logan, Virgil, Roman, Patton, Remus, Janus, and Thomas Sanders are characters from Thomas Sanders' series, Sanders Sides

Lyrics Used In This Video:

Good evening

This is your captain

We are about to attempt a crash landing

Please extinguish all cigarettes

Place your tray tables in their upright, locked position

Your captain says:

Put your head on your knees

Your captain says:

Put your head in your hands

Captain says:

Put your hands on your head

Put your hands on your hips

Heh heh

This is your captain

And we are going down

We are all going down

Together

And I said "uh oh"

This is gonna be some day

Standby

This is the time

And this is the record of the time

This is the time

And this is the record of the time

[yerkes-dodson-curve]

Cereal??

Headcannons

Patton's favourite is Lucky Charms. Unhealthy amount of sugar, great for the kids, bunch of rainbows representing the gayness of it all, it's perfect

Logan won't eat much cereal. He sees a lack in the nutrients and dislikes the processing of foods. If he needs a quick meal, he'll have oatmeal. If Patton needs someone to eat cereal with, Special K (with the strawberries)

Roman's favourite is Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I have no other explinations (Logan buys lactose free milk for Roman to use for almost exclusively cereal)

Virgil tried the Count Chocula cereal once, and will now eat no other kind of cereal. Except Coco Pebbles

Janus wouldn't eat breakfast. He'd drink iced coffee or have a cup of coffee and call it a morning

Remus would like Captain Crunch. Takes pride in obnoxiously eating as loud as he can, and never has cereal during the sane hours to eat cereal

[stardustsides]

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 :)

~

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.

~

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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[prodigal-explorer]

now that we’re on the topic of high school aus

i really wanna write about my one au where roman is very unpopular and he gets bullied a lot for being effeminate and theatrical and just very autistic. his brother remus is just as unpopular, but remus does not complain about it. roman, though, desperately wants to be popular, and he thinks the way to do it is to join the football team.

virgil is the captain of the football team. he is popular, but he is very kind, laid back and relaxed outwardly, though inside, he is an anxious wreck because he’s worried that he won’t get a football scholarship and won’t be able to go to college because he’s from a low-income family.

roman and virgil become unlikely friends as virgil coaches roman in football so one day, roman can join the team, but virgil is worried that roman will be eaten alive on the field because he’s weak physically, and the other jocks are horrible to anybody who is different than them, and roman is very very different than them. so virgil makes up lies to try and avoid letting roman on the team for as long as he can while he figures out a solution that’ll make everyone happy.

meanwhile, roman is met by a mysterious figure. a smiley, happy, kind boy named patton who offers to be roman’s best friend, and he says that virgil’s training is useless, and that he will show roman how to really make it on the football team. it starts out genuine, but when patton realizes that roman only wants to be on the team so he can be popular, patton despises roman for his greed and pride and selfish ambition. so slowly, out of pushed down and repressed resentment, patton starts to “punish” roman through football training. he also makes roman promise not to tell anybody about their training sessions, or else bad things will happen. patton starts to become addicted with playing god over roman after a lifetime of repressing every negative emotion he’s ever felt.

and roman doesn’t realize because he’s so excited to become a football player and to be popular.

and meanwhile, remus is trying to figure out what’s going on and why his brother is turning into a secretive, and completely different person.

[ask-nico-and-the-sides]

Hey everyone who doesnt have animal traits that we know off. Which animal do you think you'd share traits with. If you want you can nsme a mythical and a real animal.

Roman: I WOULD BE A HORSE! :D

Remus: Virgey and I kind of have that.

Virgil: Yeah, I have spider traits and Remus has octopus traits.

Remus: But neither of us have an actual counterpart like Patton and Janus, so I guess we still count.

Logan: This is an interesting question. I’m tempted to name some kind of bird…

Roman: Nerd, you’d be an owl.

Logan: That sounds too easy though.

Captain: Definitely some kind of creature that lives in the ocean… why is my first thought a jellyfish, what the hell???

Logan: Maybe I am an owl…

Roman: You are!

Captain: WHY DO I WANT TO SAY JELLYFISH?!—

[brandstifter-sys]

Sander sides pirate au:

Captain Remus:Remus with an eyepatch and he’s the captain. He only has one member on his crew though (he has romantic feeling for them)

Virgil:The only person on remus’s crew. The reason he’s with him is unknown. He wears a white shirt with purple stripes and a white hat with two purple stripes. He cleans the poop deck and navigates. (He doesn’t know Remus like him)

Roman:The pirate that stops the evil plans. (With his crew of Logan and Patton)

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So you sent this while I'm working on a pirate au fic... the universe has a weird sense of humor XD

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I'm loving the Hook/Smee aesthetic between the gremlins, and the PotC vibes of only the two of them running a whole ship, but gayer and with less undead cursed pirates.... they should get some undead cursed pirates, as a treat

Remus absolutely needs a cool hat because he definitely has pulled his hair out after repeatedly failing at flirting with Virgil, because someone just has to be oblivious/self-loathing/doubtful

It would be really funny if Roman and Remus were like competing to be the best pirate captain ever, instead of just Roman foiling his plans. The shenanigans would be glorious!!

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

Pirate Virgil and mermaid Remus.

Virgil has been on a ship ever since he could stand. Why? His dad was a rather famous captain. His father treated him well and raised him to take over his ship. Virgil still hasn't gotten to that point yet (his father hasn't died yet, which is when he'll take over) but he's well protected. Anyone who messes with him messes with the captain, and a good part of the crew are intensely loyal.

Remus is a mermaid! Well, an octoman, technically. Octopus merman. He has all the eight legs and can ink and all that jazz. His brother is a "proper" mermaid with a rather pretty fish tail (he a fish for prettiness purposes) and they play fight all the time.

Anyway— the ship has stopped at a port for a while to restock and Virgil's hanging down on the docks when there's a little head that pops out of the water and scares the shit out of him. Virgil then proceeds to befriend the octoman and get felt up by tentacles because Remus does NOT have human legs and he's fascinated by them. Then he's dragged underwater by Remus (who knows no boundaries) and returned by Roman, who is very apologetic for his brother.

Remus and Roman (who are nomadic and rely on nobody but each other) start to follow the ship. Roman is watching the intellectual astronomer on ship with a long-distance crush and Remus is consistently annoying everyone on deck to get Virgil so he can talk to him.

Anw various mermaid headcanons:

- mermaids click as a language and also have a form of sign language (and many know English and various other languages)

- they are pretty but they're also scary! Sharp teeth and claws, dangerously quick, sharp spines. But they're absolutely beautiful

- sleep with one half of the brain so they can keep swimming alongside the ship :3

- would be more but I cannot remember :D mermaids!!!

— 👑

I L O V E that S O fucking much oml P L E A S E!!! I fucking adore Pirate!Vee and Ree being an Octo Mer while Ro's a regular one!!! I'm cackling at the thought of Ree swimming to every part of the boat yelling at them like "Hey! Stop whatever the fuck you're doing and get Vee Vee over here right now!" XD (Also those hcs are cute as hell :}3)

[otrtbs]

as a citizen of the USA, how would the characters from ahb! celebrate Fourth of July?

ahh okay!! this is actually so fun since im not actually in the usa for the fourth tomorrow (this is assuming that all ahb! characters are together and in the states and american or wanting to celebrate for the vibes aksjhg)

james is demanding that they all have a bbq. he's inviting everyone and in the most dad way possible he's 'firing up the grill' and making the burgers, the hotdogs, all of that (and he buys the most obnoxious apron to wear with george washington's face on it or a giant bald eagle that says 'bbq for freedom' or something like that lmfaoo)

barty and evan have actually spent the last 6 months collecting the most insane and definitely illegal fireworks to set off when they sun goes down and they get very excited at showing everyone their arsenal they've collected and they work all day to plan their firework show (they also set off so many roman candles and shoot them at each other)

marlene and lily get a boat and they take it out on the lake (marlene won't stop quoting that kodak black video that's like 'lemme drive the boat' but peter is the boat captain and he will NOT be letting her drive) they go tubing and peter is evil and makes it his mission in life to throw them off hahaha

remus is the kitchen and he's teaching sirius how to make the best lemonade and sweet tea anyone will ever drink because he has a recipe™️ and he's perfected it and he doesn't trust anyone else to make those drinks and sirius is doing his best to listen but really he's more interested in curating his 4th of july playlist with all the best super cheesy music for the day (yes american girl by tom petty and also party in the u.s.a by miley cyrus those vibes)

dorcas and mary are in charge of the red white and blue jello shots (what i would give for some of those tomorrow is insane) and they make them wayyyy too strong and they make way too many but it's fine

(and later mary sets up a little table to do face painting and temporary tattoos (obs all american themed) like they do for kids at a carnival) and barty is COVERED in bald eagles and american flags and stars asakgh

and regulus is in charge of making sure nobody dies (like james doesn't light anything on fire or barty and evan for that matter and there are no explosions and that the boat doesn't crash etc etc) BUT he also HE ALSO goes to old navy and gets everyone a MATCHING FOURTH OF JULY FAMILY SHIRT YK THE ONES????? BC JAMES PRACTICALLY BEGS and who is regulus to say no???

[lilghostiequinni]

What & Who I Write For

Request Here & Guidelines

WHO & FANDOMS:

these are the fandoms and characters I will write for, please read the note at the end if you do not see the fandom you want.

AVATAR/ATWOW

Neteyam Lo'ak Jake Sully Neytiri Tsu'tey Tonowari Ao'nung OC Characters

Hunger Games Trilogy/TBOSAS

Peeta Mellark Cato Hadley Finnick Odair Haymitch Abernathy Coriolanus Snow Sejanus Plinth

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Stefan Salvatore Damon Salvatore Silas Jeremy Gilbert Kol Mikaelson Niklaus Mikaelson Elijah Mikaelson Finn Mikaelson OC Mikaelsons Kai Parker

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank Rafe Cameron John B Routledge Pope Heyward

Shadowhunters

Alec Lightwood Jace Wayland/Herondale Johnathan Morgenstern Julian Blackthorn Mark Blackthorn Will Herondale Magnus Bane Simon Lewis

Marvel

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier Steve Rodgers/Captain America Tony Stark/Iron Man Thor Odinson Loki Laufeyson Bruce Banner/Hulk Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver T'Challa/Black Panther Namor Peter Parker/Spiderman(MCU-TH) Peter Parker/Spiderman(TASM-AG) Peter Parker/Spiderman(SP-TM) Miles Morales Miguel O'Hara Johnny Storm/Human Torch

Harry Potter

Harry Potter Draco Malfoy Theodore Nott Matteo Riddle Eos Lestrange Fred Weasley George Weasley Charlie Weasley Bill Weasley James Potter Sirius Black Remus Lupin Severus Snape Lucius Malfoy Regulus Black Evan Rosier Rabastan Lestrange Roldophus Lestrange Thomas Riddle Abraxas Malfoy Orion Black

Real Life

Tom Blyth Austin Butler Tom Holland Roman Reigns Cody Rhodes

Formula One

General Lando Norris Carlos Sainz Oscar Piastri Charles Leclerc Max Verstappen George Russell Logan Sargent Alex Albon Lewis Hamilton

Dune

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen Paul Atreides

Mako Mermaids

Zak Blakely

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson Luke Castellan Will Solace Nico di Angelo Jason Grace Leo Valdez

Twilight

Jasper Cullen Edward Cullen Emmett Cullen Carlisle Cullen Jacob Black Sam Uley Paul Lahote Charlie Swan

DC Comics

Clark Kent/Superman Bruce Wayne/Batman Arthur Curry/Aquaman Barry Allen/Flash

Bones

Lance Sweets Jared Booth

Merlin

Arthur Pendragon Merlin Emrys

NCIS

Anthony Dinozzo

Grey's Anatomy

Derek Shepherd Mark Sloan

Billy the Kid

Billy the Kid

Miraculous

Adrien Agreste

Divergent

Four/Tobias Eaton Eric

Trollhunters

Jim Lake Jr.

If you don't see someone, or a fandom, that isn't up here, you can still request that, just know it'll take longer so I can watch or read it.

I am pretty lineant on who or on a fandom, I will most likely add it, if it's requested.

I am willing to write for female characters just know that I am not the greatest at it.

I am willing to write for Eurphoria, Saltburn, GOT/House of the Dragon characters, I just have yet to watch those that I haven't figured any sort of people yet.

WHAT:

this is what I am willing and not willing to write, this is very basic because I only just started it will get more detailed as I write more

Genre

I will write for these

Fluff Smut Angst Dark Combinations of those

I currently don't have really anything I won't write for because of plans I have for a story that involves SA, but I won't write detailed SA scenes, just mentions.

But please be mindful of your requests.

[amateurmasksmith]

The Frog and the Infant, Chapter 2

Full Speed Ahead

Author’s Notes: I don’t know why this one was so difficult to start, but it’s done now at least!

Warnings: Unreality/internal inconsistency/other shenanigans?

ping list: @radioactive-dazey @britt-ish123 @randomnerd737 (anyone else wanna be added?)

“Half-dozen men, half-dozen trials that I must lead, And the problems not the talking, It’s what lies in-between.”

Janus finally, slowly opened his eyes, and found himself on a his ship.

He knew he had to wake up get home. He had to get his family men home safely - All six… hundred of them.

But it was going to be difficult - There was so much left unsaid between them and home, and despite how far they’d come…

There was still so much work to do.

But he was glad to - Janus was nothing if not devoted nothing without his Purpose. He loved his kingdom, he loved his family, his center more than anything.

They were waiting for him, back home.

He knew, he would do anything for them.

“Captain!” a familiar voice called, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Yes, he would admit to no-one but himself, he rather liked leading the group his men - He might as well, since he was… How did he phrase it? (so long ago…) ‘Thomas’ last surviving brain cell?’

“Remus?”

“Six hundred men,” Remus stated matter-of-factly, “with big mouths to feed.” He gestured to the men above-deck, working on various vague shipboard tasks.

“And we’ve run out of supplies to eat.” That was a problem - the war must have depleted their food stores.

Remus leaned in closer with an odd lack of odor, “Six hundred reasons to take what we can,” he intoned, implying the harsh reality they both knew all too well.

“So, Captain, what’s the plan?” he asked, placing the ball squarely in Janus’ court.

While they certainly could follow Remus’ idea, he knew that there would be a good chance of casualties in taking that route.

Besides, Janus always preferred a more… subtle approach…

“Watch where the birds fly,” he said, “they will lead us to land.”

While it wasn’t as exciting as a direct confrontation he was used to working from the shadows, Janus knew that this was the safer least disruptive option.

“There we’ll hunt for food,” he continued, “my brother and dear friend second in command!”

Remus nodded, and strode off to relay his orders to the rest of the crew.

He would do anything for them.

Suddenly, Janus heard another voice call out to him: “Captain!”

He couldn’t help but feel warm inside as he noticed the rare genuine, bright smile of Thomas’ hero his old friend.

“Roman!”

“Look!” Roman gestured broadly, off towards the horizon.

“There, in the distance,” he said, passing Janus a looking glass, “I see an island, I see a light that faintly glows!”

Oh, yes - it was nighttime, wasn’t it? had it been?

“Maybe there’re people, lighting a fire,” Roman said, as Janus raised the glass to his good human eye, and focused on the distant glow.

“Maybe they’ll share some food, who knows!”

Janus took in what little detail of the island there was to be had - Something didn’t add up.

“Something feels off here,” he said, tearing his gaze away from the horizon, “I see fire, but there’s no smoke…”

Remus appeared behind him, startling Roman (and Janus, too - though he’d never admit it), and weighed in:

“I say we strike first,” Remus said. “We don’t have time to waste,” he reminded Janus - He always was good in urgent situations. a canary in the coal mind

“So let’s raid the place, and-”

“No.” Even with Remus’ warning, Janus didn’t want to risk losing any more family men.

There had to be a better way.

“Roman, let’s gear up,” Janus said. “You and I’ll go ahead.”

He wouldn’t take the chance any of them would end up dead.

Remus butted in, “You don’t know what’s ahead!”

Of course he knew… he still had to try.

“Give me ‘til sunrise,” Janus said, putting a hand on Remus’ shoulder, “and if we don’t return…”

Janus looked out towards the rest of the ship, to his crew… his family…

“…then six hundred men can make this whole place burn.”

Somewhat placated, Remus nodded and stepped away - Leaving Janus alone to get lost in his thoughts.

As he watched Remus and Roman work - gathering supplies and gear, chattering with the crew, and bickering with each other - he kept circling back to the thought…

He would do anything for them.