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Lilypadton!

He’s so very silly I love him

Also bonus VERY old art of Doc Janus

I was quite proud of it at the time

[loganslowdown4]

why do I see him everywhere I turn????? HEFHHHS

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Hey guys, do you remember this post i made about an AU were Thomas is Batman and his sides are Batman villain: https://www.tumblr.com/beetlewine-art/710102337156530176/okay-listen-ive-been-thinking-a-lot-about-a?source=share

Well, i mentioned that i also wanted to make a post about the sides as Spiderman villains, so here is what i have so far:

Those are my takes, i want to clarify that i'm putting Virgil as Spiderman, mostly because i think it fits him too well. Also, i wasn't happy with making him any of the villains, i thought of making him Electro but i decided it didn't match well outside of the electric aesthetic. So far i think they all match pretty well, specialy Remus as Mysterio, i thought of switching Remus with Janus, but i am not sure. I feel like Remus could be an amazing villain if he had Mysterio's powers and the outfit just fits so nicely.

Roman is not in the post because, if i am honest, i have no idea of what villain he could be. I just can't make my mind about him, the only one that i can think about is Mysterio, but I already made Remus Mysterio and i don't want to repeat it. So, i am taking suggestion about wich villain would fit Roman the best, because at this point, my shipper side and my funny side is thinking about Roman being either one of this two:

Neither of them fit, but i'm a prinxiety shipper so in my mind it makes sense the Black Cat one. And for Carnage... Well, they both red, to be honest, it would be more about Roman having a Symbiote more than him being Carnage. So if anyone has more suggestions, i'm listening. (Might as well just make him MJ)

Also, about the Batman AU: I think i'm going to change some things, don't worry, Bane!Patton and Scarecrow!Virgil are staying, Remus is also staying the same most likely. I thought of changing him and instead of making him the Joker, i could make him "The Creeper" but aparently Creeper is not actualy a Batman Villain (i need to investigate more about him) and every Batman needs a Joker, so i think Remus is staying as the Joker. Logan and Janus are going to change, Logan is most likely going to replace Janus as Riddler and Janus is either going to be Two-Face or Pinguin, mixed a little with Killer Croc.

I'm, again, not sure about Roman. I want to keep i'm as The Music Meister but i also got some very cool suggestion from @donttellthemangosiwashere about making him Clayface or Babydoll and now i can't unsee it (Calendar Girl is good option too). I'll see what i do with him.

Tag list: @maze-arts @roman-can-gay @dorkyduckling16 @emomightmareace @full-of-roman-angst-trash @pyros-random-thoughts @skeleton-obsessed-idiot

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can you do a doctor octopus moodboard pls :)

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I finally got around to making some Roleslaying ship art. And it's of Burgundy X Doc.

Enjoy! :}

[strangestcase]

A game of Janus: The Persona but as the game goes on it becomes increasingly obvious that party’s Shadows are all based off the little guys from Inside Out

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Every chapter three character better come back, yes that is a threat

[cryptidferret]

Rewatched Roleslaying with Roman and wanted to draw "Doc" Janus

[serpentface]

how do you come up with names for your characters, places, fauna names etc? like is it just vibes or do you have a naming system/special alphabet/language? :o

(talking about your white calf headworld) sorry if its been asked before!

I have a naming language for Wardi words, an incomplete naming language for the Highland-Finnic and Burri languages, and like, a sense of common consonants and sounds for the other languages that come up frequently. I try to keep at least a sense of internal consistency rather than things just being like, purely keysmashes and Vibes, but some words are more thoughtfully constructed than others (and some predated me establishing Any rules and had to be written around or handwaved as loanwords).

Also I have ongoing lists of words and established roots for every language which is what I rely on the most for building new names. Whenever I create a new word/name Without established roots, I usually try to derive new roots from it that I can later re-use (ie decided the -kul in Brakul is an obsolete Highland-Finnic word with connotations of hardiness, which is no longer used on its own in contemporary dialects but appears in kulustaig (cattle landrace), kulys (drought resistant plant), beinkulm (high altitude barley landrace))

As for the character names, the majority of the major characters have been around/named for a Minimum of 2 years (which is before I did any linguistic stuff) so their names were not built on in-universe languages and I instead built the languages around these names.

Faiza- was originally Faizahaidamane as one word, later divided into a name and surname. She's one of the oldest characters and I don't remember how I came up with it. Also had to retroactively change the pronunciation to 'Fai - Tsa' because Wardi has no 'Z' sounds (justified in-universe, Faiza is originally a Burri name).

Janeys- Might have been a spin on 'Janus'?? I don't really remember how I constructed it but I wanted it to be a common name.

Brakul- I have no earthly idea.

Tigran- This is the only one I (knowingly) took from a real world name, it was kind of just because I liked it.

Couya- I straight up just named her after my first major OC from the 7th grade and added a 'U' (the character was named Coya, which was based on the word coyote).

Palo- He is kind of a fusion of two older characters, one of which was named Dove, so on that theme I took 'Palo' out of the word 'Paloma'.

Hibrides- I think this is one that Seemingly came to me fully formed but was actually me just thinking of the name of the Hebrides archipelago without remembering that is an actual thing, so now I have google docs insisting on autocorrecting it to that every single time

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NEW CANON SNAKE TRAITS LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO

Also I feel like Janus is 100% the type of guy who would sell his own venom for profit

And it’s definitely not a Doc Janus reference

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The MCYT PJO AU

Dsmp. Empires smp. Hermitcraft. Pirates smp. Rats smp. Earthsmp. Origins smp. Traffic smp. Evo smp. Mcyt. Etc.

I'd like to thank Dino from Discord for helping me through this, they were an amazing help and couldn't have done it without them.

Also Chaos from Discord who gave me ideas! She's here on tumblr too

Be aware I probably missed someone OR you may have another idea for someone else, if do please send an ask or reblog would love to hear yalls thoughts

Now without further adu- MCYT PJ AU

Poseidon

Lizzie

Zeus

Foolish

Sparklez

Hades

Joe

Ares

Techno

Pearl

Gem

Reddoons

Bek

Welsknight

Pigical

Boffy

Muka

Athena

Etho

False

Impulse

Puffy

Tapl

Xisuma

Eloise

Sniff

Quig

Pete

Aphrodite

Scar

Joey

Eret

Keralis

Skeppy

Netty

Hephaestus

Mumbo

Fwhip

Tango

Sam

Doc

Iskall

TFC

Zee

Hermes

Grian

Tommy

Sneeg

Cub

Fundy

Michael

Punz

Purpled

Taurtis

Demeter

Stress

Hannah

Katherine

Lani

Tubbo

Acho

Apo

Ant

Mika

Apollo

CPK

Hbomb

Olive

Owen

Ren

Wilbur

Lyrrah

Pix

Fit

Dionysus

Schlatt

Beau

Ninja

Oli

Hypnos

George

Hypno

Bdubs

Nike

Dream

Drista

Sapnap

Jevin

Vik

Lazarbeam

Hecate

Alyssa

Lauren

Shubble

Beef

Aphmau

Iris

Sausage

Scott

Wisp

Deo

Nemesis

Jack

Niki

Eryn

Notus

Couriway

Melinoe

Bertha

TomaHawk

Phobos

Xornoth

Asclepius

Ponk

Kymopoleia

XB

Prismarina

Janus

Ranboo

Aimsey

Tyche

Quackity

Aeolus

Martyn

Philza

Tina

SloyXP

Thanatos

Kristin

Morpheus

Karl

Boreas

Illumina

Zephyros

Connor

Hebe

Skizz

Big B

Boomer

Guqqie

Deimos

BBH

HellsKnight

Macaria

Cleo

Eris

Evil X(Alex)

Jimmy

Krow

Oracle

Callahan

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Night of Furby's Revenge~ Sanders Sides Fic

Wc: 5,074

Characters: Creativity, Roman "Princey" Sanders| Deceit , Janus Sanders| Anxiety, Virgil Sanders| Morality, Patton Sanders | Dark Creativity , Remus "The Duke" Sanders | Logic, Logan Sanders

Inspired and based by: Imagi-cation Getaway by Fandombead (MorningMist) (heavily recommended, love that story so much)

Summary: In Roman's mind, this was yet another activity he had planned with his brother, Remus, to take their family for their long-deserved ''Imagi-cation Getaway''!! And what was better than a Haunted House, for Halloween?

Roman was so excited, that he didn't once doubt giving Remus full liberty with the details on it, maybe too much that the plans his twin had told him didn't quite surprise him... to the point that he dared call them ''not too creative''... now the line weightening with regret on the back of his memory at the thought of possibly ruining what they had going on now after later events...

With no one but himself to blame after Remus' mysterious disappearence, followed by Janus getting separated by the cursed house the Sides were inside of, Roman rushed to keep the others safe while looking for Janus... Even when some not really charming creatures that started appearing weren't going to make his task any easier.

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HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH !! have a writing that has been on my docs for a while and finally decided to post it here too XD I hope you enjoy it!

Ao3 Link to read the fic!

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WC: 1416 - Rated: T - CW: mild swearing, minor angst, happy ending

Happy Birthday, Roman. The moment I saw the video explaining Roman's birthday celebration would be late, I couldn't get this out of my head, so, here we go…

Illuminated only by the fairy lights draped along his walls, and the dull blue glow of his phone screen, Roman sat up in bed and scrolled through Thomas’ mentions. 

No big deal, just going feral…

Dayum, the LACE! Those HEELS!

Not to be a lesbian but…

Logan is the HOTTEST side, hands down!

Growling, Roman flung his phone across the room. Lucas popped up and caught it in one hand just before it hit the wall. “Temper, temper, my Prince,” he tutted before launching the phone up into the air and smashing it with his baseball bat. “You could break your phone like that.”

Roman conjured a new device and let his head fall back against the pillows, eyes squeezed shut. If he didn’t look at him, maybe he would just leave.

It didn’t work. 

“Get out,” he said, listless. Roman had burned up all his rage on throwing the phone and now he just felt… tired.

“That’s it?” Lucas chuckled. Glass crunched underfoot as he stepped closer to the bed. “Where’d that fire go?”

“Catharsis.”

Laughing, Lucas tapped his bat against his orange Doc Martens, knocking away bits of glass and shattered plastic from the chipped and dented wood. Roman glared at him. “Why are you here?” 

He scooped up a handful of the glittery remains of Roman’s phone from the floor. “Do you really have to ask? Or do you just enjoy stupid questions?”

Eyes fixed on his new phone, Roman did his best to pretend Lucas didn’t exist. Switching apps, he scrolled through his history until he found today’s video.

“…This month has been wild and I’ve just been so focused on the Logan skirt photoshoot that I’ve been working on… I completely forgot there were Sides birthdays comin’ up this month…”

Roman’s thumb hovered over Thomas’ face on the screen, ready to pause but knowing that wouldn’t stop the next words from coming. Wouldn’t stop them from playing on a loop in his head as they had for the past four hours.

“…Hopefully it’ll come out the week after? I’m working on it… I completely spaced.”

Three brief knocks broke his concentration and his phone fell to his lap. Roman looked up to where Lucas had stood, but he and the destruction he’d caused was gone. Three more knocks. “Roman?” Logan’s voice outside the room was low, but modulated to be heard through the door. “Roman, I wanted to apologize.”

“What for?” he asked, filling the air as he moved to the door.

“I am in charge of the schedule,” he said, voice clipped. “I should have alerted Thomas to the tight timeline and predicted that—”

“It’s fine, Specs,” Roman muttered, picking at a loose thread on his sash. “I don’t blame you.”

“Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies…” Janus sang quietly, close enough his breath ruffled Roman’s bangs.

“Don’t you ever knock?” he hissed back, adjusting his hair.

“Now why would I do that?” Janus arranged himself on Roman’s chaise, legs crossed and one arm draped over the backrest. “When I can simply make myself at home.” Roman stepped closer, prepared to tip the Lord of the Lies right out of his seat.

“Roman?” Logan was still outside his door. Could he hear Snakeface?

Roman shook his head and let out a slow breath before approaching the door again. “Truly, Logan, we have the birthday video planned for the day after tomorrow. You made sure of it. Ultimately it was Thomas’ choice. I am fine—“

“Oh, sweet, sweet lies…” 

Roman shot Janus a look, jaw clenched, but he kept his voice even and calm. “And I will be down momentarily. I’m nearly done with this script.”

Janus shrugged and disappeared.

“Very well.” Logan was either mollified or else he correctly determined further argument would get him nowhere. “We’ll see you shortly, then.”

One hand pressed to the door, Roman listened to the retreat of Logan’s footsteps down the hall.

“I thought he’d never leave!” Remus cackled from behind him.

Roman spun around. Remus lay sprawled on his bed, head hanging off the side, a series of red and purple splotches running over his neck and down his chest.

“Your hickeys are showing.” Roman rolled his eyes and sat at his vanity. “Here,” he said, offering a golden compact and a beauty blender. “This tone suits you. Cover up.”

“Why would I want that?” he laughed, shoving the compact back at him. “Everyone downstairs will understand how I ended up with these.” Remus locked eyes with his reflection. “Today the whole world saw how hot our Nerdy Wolverine really is.”

Avoiding his brother’s gaze, Roman opened the compact and dabbed at the shadows under his eyes.

“Or didn’t you notice?” Remus added, chin propped up on his fists and kicking his feet.

“Of course I noticed!” Giving up on his makeup, Roman snapped the compact shut and stomped over to his bed. “He looks amazing but that’s not the point! This is the beginning of June and tomorrow’s my—“ Roman’s voice cracked and he plopped down on his bed, hiding his face against the cool satin duvet.

“Now we’re gettin’ somewhere…” Remus purred, inching closer and tilting Roman’s face so he wouldn’t smother himself in the plush bedding. He tapped his brother’s temple. “I could hear you all the way from my room.”

“Apparently so could Janus,” he mumbled.

“Hey,” Remus laughed. “At least you weren’t feeling murderous enough that Lucas could—“

Roman heaved a sigh and flipped over onto his back. “He was here, too.”

“Pretty fly for a Light guy.” When Roman merely shrugged and closed his eyes, Remus snaked too-long nails through his hair, like a bonobo searching for lice.

Roman shuddered. Remus would just as likely put lice in his hair just to pick them out again. “You know Tommy-gun admitted to forgetting both of our birthdays,” Remus sing-songed.

“Yes, I know,” he breathed. “You’re right.” Roman opened his eyes just in time to catch his brother’s frown. Just before he plastered his face in another manic grin. “But he has time to do something proper for your birthday.”

“You know he’ll make it up to you,” Remus said, more serious than Roman would’ve expected. “Jannie wasn’t lying. You’ll always be his hero.”

“I know,” Roman muttered, nearly believing it.

“Do you need me to go get Jannie?”

“No!” he said, louder than he intended. “No, I mean…” Roman shook his head, out of words. Out of any words worthy of a prince, at least. Laying back, hands folded over his belly, he let Remus pick at his hair and they both fell quiet. Quiet enough for the sounds of the others preparing an impromptu party for Logan to filter through the gap between his door and the hallway.

Sudden laughter rang out from downstairs. Logan’s laughter. The brothers’ eyes darted to the door in perfect unison.

“Now when was the last time you heard that?” Remus murmured.

Roman sighed. It’d been far too long. “I don’t remember, actually.” He sighed again and turned to his side, head pillowed on his brother’s knee. “I know I can’t begrudge him this celebration.”

“Well, you could,” Remus drawled, scratching his head.

“I’d be a real dick if I did.”

“Ah! Language!” Remus scolded, tone serious. But when Roman looked up, his brother was grinning. “You know what’ll make ya feel better?”

“What?” Roman tried not to smile but Remus’ grin was infectious.

“LIke pus,” he winked, reading his mind. “A little tromp through my side of the Imagination will turn that frown upside down. Slaughter some slimy demon spawn?” He wiggled his eyebrows and conjured his morningstar. “I’ll even let ya borrow Lucie…”

Roman narrowed his eyes to hide his excitement. It had been a long time since he’d let loose in the Imagination. Nearly as long since the last time Logan himself had let loose.

The voices in the living room grew louder and two sets of footsteps skipped up the stairs. “Come on, Kiddos! We’re waiting for you!”

Roman stood and pulled his brother to his feet, as well. “Tomorrow we shall hunt your orcs. Tonight?” Squaring his shoulders, Roman took a deep breath and caught a glance of his own reflection. He nodded. Very nearly the picture of regality. “Tonight, we celebrate Logan.”

Remus bumped his shoulder and flung his morningstar in the air. It lodged itself into Roman’s ceiling just before disappearing. “And you really have to wonder why you’re anybody’s hero?”

“Shut up,” Roman muttered, still smiling. “Hero.”

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HI OLD SANDER SIDES FANS, I NEED YOUR HELP

okay i haven’t watched Thomas in YEARS now, but for various logical reasons i’ve been thinking about it over the past two days and remembered the only two major fics i read. one of the was A Lesson In Practicality (which was easy to find) BUT THE OTHER ONE is proving to be much harder.

in effect: it was an older fic. i’m not sure it was pre Janus, but if was DEFINITELY right around when he was introduced (so 2017-2018, i think). it centered on an orange side (i don’t know if he was referred to as an orange side though) trapped in the back of the mind palace in what i think were referred to as Boxes. the characters name MIGHT have been Parker, but that’s based on a shitty rewrite i found in my google docs so it might not be accurate.

i have no point of reference for the title or anything, so if SOMEONE happens to remember it, i BEG OF YOU to share because it’s going to bother me for days

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Come Now, Little Duke | The Good Stuff

Okay, so if you can't tell I've been going through some of your stories again and catching up on updates and asdfjlk you're such an amazing writer! The personality you give the characters is so good it makes me want to scream and your prose? *chef's kiss* Is it alright if I hit you with another prompt? You've written a lot of Janus comforting Roman (which I love), but I just got caught up in Come Now, Little Prince (I think it just might be my favourite of your stories) and Janus comforting Remus filled my heart in ways I can't describe. Could we get more of our favourite danger noodle comforting, protecting, and being possessive of the trash rat? – twoalpacas

Read on Ao3

Warnings: gunshot, blood loss, passing out from injury, mentions of being on heavy painkillers/drugs

Pairings: dukeceit

Word Count: 1420 (it's what he would've wanted.)

Remus had never seen Janus fight before. That's why he's there—to get hurt for him, to do the dirty work, to pull the necessary levers and little administrative violences. But Janus was a breathtaking fighter. If Remus hadn't already been clocked rather hard on the head, dazed and on the ground, ready to pass out, he might have swooned at the sight.

The attackers dropped.

Janus was at his side in an instant, expression intent.

"You don't like getting your hands dirty," he slurred.

"I don't like losing my best operative either. Don't worry, I'll get you to clean the blood off my hands on your knees when you're not dying," Janus said, still a little too concerned to be his normal unflappable self, "restore the order of the universe."

Remus snorted and regretted it. Wounded was not good for laughing.

"Come on, then," Janus said, grunting as he slid an arm under Remus's back, "these new clothes are coming out of your budget if you can't get them clean."

An order was an order. He gritted his teeth and hauled himself up, an injured hand pressing against the gunshot wound. An involuntary hiss through his teeth as pain ravaged his limbs followed by a moment of surprise as Janus's body pressed warm and solid against his side.

"Stay awake until we get to the car," he muttered as they slowly made their way through the carnage, "then you can pass out."

Get to the car. Get to the car. Get to the car.

He was still conscious by the time they finally made it to the car, but Janus was practically dragging him to the door. Air passed weakly through his lips as he fumbled woozily for the door handle.

Janus's voice mumbled something but it sounded like it was coming through syrup. Pain fluttered like static across his field of vision and his head slipped down.

He opened his eyes.

A ceiling stared back at him. He blinked. Outside didn't have ceilings. He must be inside. But cars didn't have ceilings that looked like this. So they must be inside inside somewhere. Did he make it to the car? He hoped he made it to the car. Janus said to make it to the car.

"Good. You're awake."

Remus turned his head to see Janus pulling a chair up to the bed. He…how long had he been like this?

"You've been out for about an hour," Janus said, "welcome back."

Remus swallowed. His mouth felt like it was full of cotton. "Why…why'm I so…sthlow?"

"A combination of your injuries and the sedatives, plus the gauze in your mouth." Gloved hands reached up to pry it out, leaving his mouth slightly less cottony, but only slightly. He blinked slowly. Janus tutted and reached back up, brushing a bit of hair from his face and whistling lowly. "They got you good, huh? I've never seen so much blood all over your pretty face."

If Remus hadn't lost so much blood, he probably would've blushed.

"Wha—" he tried to swallow some of the cotton— "wha'd Doc say?"

"Let's just stick to the good news for now," Janus said darkly, "which is that you're not dying anymore."

Oh. That was good news. As Janus stood and turned away, he remembered something. He gritted his teeth and started to get up.

"And what," Janus said sharply, "do you think you're doing?"

Remus gestured weakly. "Your hands."

"And what about my hands?"

"'M supposed to clean them."

Confusion furrowed Janus's brow until he realized what Remus was talking about and he rolled his eyes. "Get back in the bed," he said, exasperated, "you're not out of the woods just yet."

Oh. A bed. Is that was he was laying on> But his bed didn't look like that. Or feel like that. His ceiling didn't look like that either. But orders were orders.

Janus had disappeared by the time he lay back down. He blinked, still slightly woozy. Blood loss, probably. Or the pain. But he couldn't feel much pain right now. That was bad, right? When you couldn't feel that it hurt?

"Don't shift around too much," Janus said lowly, sitting next to him again, "just because we've got you on the good stuff doesn't mean you won't do any more damage."

He stilled, lying there motionless, until Janus sighed and shifted.

"I've never seen you this quiet before," he said, "outside of a stakeout or when you're asleep."

Remus didn't say anything.

"Here." Janus turned his head gently so it lay facing him. "There's still blood on you."

Remus just blinked as Janus started to dab at his forehead with a tissue. His brow was drawn in concentration, his gaze on his work. He caught Remus looking and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

Remus blinked. Several expressions flickered across Janus's face and he dropped the tissue.

"What is it?" he barked. "Tell me what hurts, right now. Did they wear off already?"

"'M sorry."

"Don't apologize, just tell me what hurts. Did you pull your stitches out?"

"'M sorry, Boss."

Janus paused, gaze darting all over Remus's face, before he reached out and cupped his cheeks in his hands. "Tell me what you're sorry for," he instructed softly, "and then tell me why you're crying."

Crying? Remus was crying? Oh. That was bad. This was wrong. Janus wasn't kind to him. Janus wasn't gentle with him. He was only kind and gentle when he was lying or when he wanted something. Maybe that was why he was being kind and gentle right now, because Remus did so bad.

"I did bad," he mumbled, voice catching and hiccupping a few times, "I—I did bad."

"What did you do," Janus asked, hands still warm on his face, "what was bad?"

"Y' said 'good stuff,'" Remus managed, "good stuff's only for…for when it's bad and—and if it's bad then I did bad. I did bad."

Janus's eyes widened. That was bad too, right? Yes. If he did bad then that meant it wasn't good and if it wasn't good then Janus would be mad and if Janus was mad then that was bad.

"Oh, you poor thing," he heard distantly before the warm hands were on his torso, "come on, now, up you sit. Sit up, just like that, that's it."

He couldn't breathe properly. Why couldn't he breathe properly? Breathing hurt. Breathing wasn't supposed to hurt. If he did so bad that breathing hurt then Janus would be really mad.

"Easy, now." Something warm settled on his abdomen. "Slow in down. Nice and easy, come on, relax."

But Janus was mad—

"I'm not mad, sweetie," the gentle voice said, "calm down, now."

The gentle voice began to lull him, breathing becoming less and less like dragging himself over razor wire and more like just inhaling and exhaling. The warmth settled on his face again.

"I expect my agents to fear me," he heard distantly, "but not like this. I don't like seeing you like this. If you're ever like this again, you come and you find me, do you understand? I'll make it better."

Remus blinked.

"…you can't understand a word I'm saying, can you?" The warmth passed over his face. "You poor thing. Oh, you poor, sweet thing…"

Remus let out a whimper as he was moved.

"Shh, shh, it's alright now. No more thinking for you right now. You go to sleep while the drugs wear off, okay?"

S-sleep? He could sleep?

"Yes, you can sleep. It's okay, just fall asleep whenever you need to. I have you." Something soft and slightly damp pressed against his forehead. "I'll look after you for now."

The last thing he thought he felt was something warm and wet cleaning the blood from his hands.

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So there was a post I made ages back- I think back when Roleslaying with Roman was wrapping up Roman and Youngblood's escape from the City? I'm not entirely sure since I can't find it anymore even though I don't remember deleting the post. But the core of the post's mentality expressed was something along the lines of:

"Roleslaying is a great series from the perspective of a Sanders Sides fan because it allows us to explore the sides from a perspective outside of being reflections of Ch!Thomas's personality/mind. It serves a a nice reference for AU's."

& I wanna re-explore this, both from the context of what the series did end up giving us plus the reality that we're very unlikely to get a new installment. Because looking back, I was not looking at the series as it's own property & that's a glaring problem.

Looking back, it's obvious that the reason I and a lot of Sanders Sides fans initially looked at Roleslaying as 'additional Sanders Sides fuel' is because of how much the initial series was so heavily referencing Sanders Sides. The series was named after one of the characters & Thomas plays as said character. But doing so ignored the fact that Thomas's friends and staff were clearly aiming to create their own thing out of Roleslaying. Which effectively set an expectation for the series that it was never gonna fill.

This problem was most noticeable back when the series was first announced & people were speculating that Youngblood was actually Virgil in the story, which was before it was clarified that Youngblood was Terrence's D&D character for their campaign. But then the first episode came out & it made everything clear that the focus is not meant to be on Thomas's works, even if there will be easter eggs/ references.

This hype got picked back up when Doc Janus was revealed. Within the thumbnail itself it was hinting to this character, even though if you rewatch the episode Doc Janus doesn't really have a significant role outside of selling a potion to the duo. & realistically I really think that the involvement of the Sides should've remained there, as NPC's that don't have a major role in the main conflict, but can be interacted with for an item or for random bits of world building. Not out of any dislike to the Sides, but more-so because Roleslaying isn't the Sides' story, they have their own series to explore what the sides would be like as people outside of himself, if Thomas wanted to do that.

& the problem of the Sides' getting too much spotlight in a narrative that was clearly not meant to focus on them was further exasperated when Lilypadton became way more integral to the Frog Mafia arc. Because while there was the obvious attempt to make the narrative focus on this world & characters set up at the start, It kept getting swooped up or glossed over in favor of more Frog Patton with the Kermit the Frog doppelganger. (In the sense of what the audience ended up focusing on, which frankly I'm also guilty of)

I think the best part of roleslaying was when they went to the city. It was when the series was the most of it's own story. Which is frustrating because of that false expectation that was set up crossed with how much better the series would be if it was given that room to be it's own series.