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Dukeceit Week! 💚💛

Day 2 - Roadtrip/Roadkill

No opossums were harmed in the making of this art piece 💛💚

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💚Dukeceit​ Week! 💛

Day 3: Rats!!! 🐀🐍

(my favorite animal ever!!!!)

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Remus,​ taking role for his pet rats: Arson, Murder, Tax Fraud, Jaundice, Bubonic Plague, Mary Jane, Molly, Eggplant, Peach, and...

[Remus turns to Janus]

Remus: Where's Lil' Shit?

Janus: Got hungry...

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[xandriagreat]

Hi!!!!

This is for Dukeceit Week @dukeceit-week-2024, @imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper, and @dukeceitweek

Janus sees Remus and noticed that he's excited after coming back from a cowboy adventure in the Imagination.

[edupunkn00b]

Progression

by edupunkn00b Chapters: 2/8 (as of 4/10) - Tumblr Masterpost Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders & Deceit | Janus Sanders Characters: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Deceit | Janus Sanders, Righteous Anger | Lucas Sanders Additional Tags: dukeceit, demus - Freeform, Platonic Dukeceit - Freeform, platonic demus, Dukeceit Week 2024, No beta/we die like workers at Abracadabra Series: Part 3 of The Mad Lads Summary:

The Muse's Illusion powers grew by the day and Silvertongue—as well as the rest of the newly-minted Mad Lads—were running out of ways to help him contain them.

Progression brings to life the hints of Janus and Remus' backstory in the dystopian Mad Lads universe of Out of the Machine and Meus ex Machina.

Playlist on Spotify

Photo by edupunkn00b

[energetically-exhausted]

OH MY GOD

MY SILLY BOYS

AUUGHH

Ocean

Remus excitedly waved and pointed at yet another fish that swam past them. Janus snorted, muttering "Dork..." under his breath.

[theeerealpunkin]

Dukeceitweek day 3: cats/ rats

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Askgstlj thank you everyone for all the love for my Dukecietweek day one 💙💙

Anyhow, here

@dukeceit-week-2024 Day Two:

🚙 Road trip/Roadkill 🐿️

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“I think I’ll name him… ✨Stefan✨”

“Sounds lovely, dear.”

PSA: don’t. don’t pick up roadkill with your bare hands lmao

Unedited version and Notes under the cut!

Unedited version

Unimportant notes that I just wanted to share and details I wanted to point out :))

- Janus summoned a third arm

- Janus is using said third arm to hold Remus’ (bloody) hand

- Remus braided Janus’ hair!! (That’s why it’s messy)

- Remus almost jumped out of the car to grab ‘Stefan’

- Stefan is a horribly mangled up squirrel (roadkill)

- Janus also might have purposefully ran it over so Remus would have a toy and stop swatting at the steering wheel

- Janus wears a seatbelt. Remus does not

- Janus is a safe driver, look at him, he’s looking at his boyfriend/husband/creature through the mirror instead of fully turning :)) (would absolutely be speeding quicker than Flash himself)

- Janus has blood on him because he couldn’t resist helping Remus (though those are his only pair of gloves…)

- Remus has canonically worn those shorts (at least in Thomas’ photoshoots)

- remus get your fucking feet OFF of the dashboar

- I was originally gonna make them driving away from cops (“your honor, they’re boyfriends”)

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Dukeceit week day 5, Cowboys!

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[naminethewriter]

On the Road, Just the Two of Us

Chapter Two: A Game for Just the Two of Us

Masterpost | First | Next | Ao3

Summary: This was written for @dukeceit-week-2024, @dukeceitweek

Janus and Remus are living in a campervan at the moment. Are they going somewhere? Who knows. The only thing that’s important is that they’re together.

Content Warnings: Innuendos, Food, Gross Food Combinations

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“Remus, keep your eyes on the road.”

“There’s no other car in sight though!”

“Right, and that can’t change any second. Or you drive off the road and we get stuck in the mud,” Janus scoffed.

Remus whined, “But I’m bored!”

“Then stop and I’ll drive.”

“No! You drove most of yesterday, you need rest!”

“Then stop complaining.”

Remus grumbled but kept quiet. Instead, he started shifting in his seat, trying to get the energy out. Janus watched him worriedly. There must be something to keep him occupied while still focusing on the road, right? He let his eyes wander around what he kept at the front of the camping van, looking for any inspiration.

He found it when his eyes fell on their food supply.

“I have an offer for you,” he announced to Remus, whose eyes flickered to him instantly, though he directed them back to the road just as quick.

“What?”

“We’ll play a game. I’ll mix some of our food in unusual combinations and you try to guess what it is. No peeking, so keep your eyes on the road. If you can’t we’ll stop playing.”

Remus practically vibed in his seat from the excitement and he nodded.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme!”

“Let me have a moment to prepare, you child,” Janus laughed, glad that his idea was well received. He started sorting through the basket of stuff they kept up front for mid-drive snacks and placed them around himself for better reach. Then he considered what to combine first.

“Alright, open your mouth. And remember, eyes on the road the entire time.”

With a little whoop, Remus followed his instructions and Janus popped the first thing in his mouth, impaled on a toothpick.

“Close and guess.”

Remus chewed excitedly but his expression soon shifted to disappointment.

“Oh, c’mon, Janny! Peanut butter and apple? That’s too easy!”

“Is it now?”

“Yes! I can’t really taste the apple but its crunch gives it away.”

“Does it?”

Remus furrowed his brows. He was pretty certain, but Janus’ smug tone gave him pause.

“Yes?” he replied, more unsure.

“You don’t sound as convinced anymore.”

Remus whined loudly.

“Don’t play mind games with me right now, Janny! That’s unfair! Tease me when we’re in bed together, not now!”

“Fine, fine, fine. It was a pear, not an apple.”

“…You hate crunchy pears.”

“I do.”

“Then why do we have some?”

“Because we’re living in a campervan and don’t go shopping as regularly as we usually do. So I bought some harder pears so that they can soften over a few days,” Janus explained, already putting together the next combination.

“You’re so smart, Jan.”

“Thank you. Now open your mouth.”

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They continued playing like that for another twenty minutes or so. Then Janus announced he had the final thing prepared.

“Awww, do we have to stop already?” Remus complained. Amazingly, he really had been able to keep his eyes gay forward the entire time.

“Yes. I don’t want to waste all our supplies on one game. And while I do know you have a stomach made of iron; I really don’t want you to get diarrhea while we’re in the middle of nowhere.” They did have an on-board toilet, but it was quite small and needed regular emptying. It would not be able to handle what Remus loved to call ‘The Shits™’.

“I guess that makes sense,” Remus agreed, though he still sounded unhappy about it. “Give me the goods.” He hung his mouth wide open and Janus put the last combo on his tongue. Remus chewed for a long moment.

“Pickle water definitely.”

“Yes.”

“It’s really chewy. But all I can taste is the pickles.”

“I might have put this in the jar as soon as we started playing the game.”

“So it’s been sitting in there for like half an hour?! No wonder only the pickles remain!”

“Closer to twenty than thirty minutes but I guess that makes little difference.”

“Smartass.”

“You’re so right, my ass is really smart.”

Remus cackled for a moment before he concentrated back on what he’d just eaten.

“You actually stumped me, fucking shit,” he mumbled a full minute later. Janus smirked.

“It was a sour snake.”

“You smart fucker!”

“Thank you.”

“We’re so playing this again. With a full kitchen. You have to feed me more weird shit.”

“Sure, Remus. I totally don’t regret making this game up now.”

Remus laughed again, bright and cheerful. Janus smiled. Yes, that’s how his boyfriend should always look.

[virgil-my-emo-son]

One Business Card Lighter

Dukeceit Week Day 4, Hair/Teeth!

Dukeceit week is run by @imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper ! @dukeceitweek @dukeceit-week-2024

I feel like I kind of cheated with the prompt... this is a punk singer Remus x comp sci professor Janus fic LOL. I'm so happy with this AU and honestly I might expand on it in the future. I've been working on a giant paper about punk fashion history so I tried to get the punk stuff as accurate as possible! Listened to a lot of Sex Pistols during the writing of this fic!

Also there's a fnaf reference in here if anyone's a fnaf fan 👀

Enjoy!!

Ao3

Janus stood awkwardly at the back of the room, holding his old fashioned in one hand, the other fiddling idly with the twist of orange zest in the glass. His eyes, however, were undistracted, glued to the small stage at the front of the bar.

He came to Junior’s for their jazz nights on Thursdays. He knew all of the hits that the bands usually played, and he was always interested to hear their original work. Sometimes it made Janus question why the artist had picked up music in the first place, and sometimes it made him wonder why the hell they were playing in a tiny little bar in the middle of the city instead of in the stadium just across the river.

Janus was used to Thursday nights. He liked Thursday nights.

But tonight was a Friday, and Janus had never been to Junior’s on a Friday.

For one thing, it was far more crowded than he was used to, mostly college students who were either freshly 21 or had good-enough fake IDs. Janus stayed at the back of the room, leaning against the wall and sipping on his drink, taking his eyes off the stage for a moment to scan the crowd. It would be a little awkward running into one of his freshmen from Computer Science 170 at a bar.

Janus only taught one 100-level class this semester, so it was a little less likely he’d run into those students than the juniors and seniors from his software engineering courses. Those students might be legally allowed in Junior’s, but it wouldn’t make an interaction any less uncomfortable.

Janus looked back at the stage. For another thing, Fridays were not jazz nights.

Fridays were punk nights.

The band onstage was… the best word Janus could think of was outrageous. He didn’t mean it negatively, but there was no denying they were provocative.

The drummer and bassist both had long hair. The drummer’s was pulled back, revealing a sleeveless shirt covered in strategic rips and tears, while the bassist’s fell in dark curtains over his white T-shirt that Janus was pretty sure had an upside-down crucifix. The guitarist’s hair was spiked to heaven, and he wore a jacket covered with enough patches and pins that Janus couldn’t tell what the original fabric was, with a T-shirt beneath reading FUCK OFF.

But what really caught his attention was the singer.

He was short, but the presence with which he commanded the stage made him seem seven feet tall. He marched around the stage in beat up work boots and dark, ripped jeans. A few tears near his thigh were patched with safety pins, affixing them to a grey Sex Pistols T-shirt with the eyes of each of the band’s members scribbled out. His hair was a calico dye job of orange, a weird orangey blond Janus could only assume was the result of an attempt to bleach the orange out, and dark brunette in spots he’d missed with both the orange and the bleach.

He was striking, and Janus found himself unable to stop watching his tongue as he rolled the “r” in “antichrist” during a jerky rendition of “Anarchy in the UK.”

Suddenly, the singer looked up, making direct eye contact with Janus. He winked—Janus could’ve sworn directly at him—as he sang, “Don’t know what I want, but I know how to get it!”

Janus suddenly couldn’t look at him any longer, a blush heating up his face. He took a fortifying sip of his alcohol.

Janus stayed for the rest of the set, despite not knowing a single one of the songs they played or even whether they were covers or originals. The fact that he recognized “Anarchy in the UK” was only because of his friend Virgil’s high school punk phase, and even that was a small miracle.

That singer…

“Thank you for coming out tonight!” He yelled over the drummer doing a long roll on the snare. “My name is Remus and we’re Hair and Teeth and fuck the IRS and fuck the military and fuck you all!” He kicked his foot up as the drum roll concluded with a smash on the cymbal.

The crowd went crazy, cheering and clapping and yelling stuff Janus couldn’t quite make out. The band walked offstage, and Janus was sure he locked eyes with Remus as he threw a kiss over his shoulder and disappeared into the back room.

The bar began to empty out as the evening got later and later, and Janus found himself sitting on one of the barstools, chatting with the bartender. It wasn’t the usual Thursday bartender, rather, a man in a red satin shirt with a loud laugh. He was fun to talk to, but all Janus could think about was Remus.

“Say, do you know the band just playing?” Janus set down his glass, leaning a bit on the bar. He’d moved on from his cocktail to a series of low proof beers. His small house was within walking distance of Junior’s, but despite his high tolerance for alcohol, he didn’t want to get too drunk.

“I do.” The bartender smiled. “I know them very well.”

“In what sense?”

The bartender indicated his head at something over Janus’s shoulder. “My brother.”

Janus looked behind him to see the singer, Remus, walking up to the bar.

His chest leapt.

“Can I have something on the house?” Remus stood by the bar, leaning on it with his forearms.

“No.” The bartender raised a judgmental eyebrow. “What makes you think I’d do that?”

“I’m your baby brother, Roman! You love me!”

Roman rolled his eyes. “No free drinks.”

Remus turned to Janus. “He’s so annoying.” His eyes raked up and down Janus, and he desperately wished he’d taken the time to change into something other than the pinstriped button-up shirt and plaid slacks he’d taught in. “Are you going to a wedding?”

Janus blinked. “Pardon?”

“You’re dressed all fancy.” Remus gestured to his outfit.

“No wedding, I’m afraid. Came from work.”

“What’s work?” Remus’s head tilted. “Office job? You The Man we hated on for an hour during our set?”

Janus gave a short laugh. “Not really. I’m a professor at Sanders University, computer science.”

Remus mimed a yawn. “Computer science? Boring.”

“And you’re a musician full-time, I assume?” Janus gave him a quick once-over. “You look the part, Remus.”

“Thank you, I am!” Remus winked. “You already know my name, so what’s yours, handsome?”

“Stop flirting in front of me right now.” Roman interjected, pointing a finger at Remus. “I don’t need to hear this. Out.” His finger moved to the door.

“Fine.” Remus moved his hand to hover over Janus’s. “Can I take your hand, handsome?”

“Depends. Where are you taking it?” A grin twitched at Janus’s mouth.

“Out of this bar!” Roman called over his shoulder.

“Yes.” Janus looked back to Remus, smiling in earnest.

A twinkle in his eye, Remus grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door of Junior’s. The street outside was busy, one of the main roads in town, and the glow from the streetlamps and signs of other bars, restaurants, and shops lit everything up.

Remus leaned against the wall. “So, come here often?”

Janus laughed. “Yes, every Thursday, actually. They have good jazz.”

“Jazz? Yeah, you’d like jazz.” Remus nodded.

“Whatever does that mean?”

“You just look like you’d listen to jazz music.” Remus nodded to his whole figure. “So, then, why’d you come tonight?”

“I just had a… a feeling I should.” Janus looked down. “I think I made the right decision, though.”

“So do I, handsome. I never got your name.” Remus tilted his head again.

“Janus.”

“Last name?”

“Constance.”

“Janus Constance?”

“Janus Constance.”

“Mm.” Remus hummed. “Interesting.”

Janus fumbled in his pocket for a moment. “I should be going, but I… here’s my card. Call me.” He held out a business card.

“A business card at the bar is hilarious.” Remus took it. “You’re definitely a professor.”

“Did you think I was lying?”

“Well, now I know for sure.”

“Mm.” Janus was amused.

“I’ll call you.” Remus’s eyes twinkled. “Professor Constance.”

“Please.” Janus rolled his eyes. “It’s Janus.”

“Alright, Janus. I’ll call you.” Remus took Janus’s hand again and held it up to his mouth, giving it a short kiss before winking again and walking away. Janus was left blushing on the sidewalk, one business card lighter.

[imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper]

HELLO ALL!

Welcome officially to Dukeceit week 2024! Sorry for the slow start! My stuff will be coming later today as I like many of you can understand am behind! There are several blogs to tag to make sure your stuff is seen and spread around! You can tag me here @/imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper or over @/dukeceit-week-2024 Most exciting is that the official Dukeceitweek blog who has hosted in previous years has been asked to be tagged so everything can reblogged over there as well! So make sure to also tag @dukeceitweek !!

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Sunflowers/Ocean

Some dresses themed from the prompts <33

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💚Dukeceit Week!💛

Day​ 4: Teeth

(tw: this one's gross)

Janus,​ holding a tooth: One of the kids lost another one.

Remus: Thanks, Honey!

[the jar Remus is holding reads, "TEETH"]

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Creature Cuddles!!!

This is for Dukeceit Week @dukeceit-week-2024 , @imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper, and @dukeceitweek

Janus is a creature serpent of the dark woods and Remus is a magic caretaker of the dark woods.

They like to cuddle at the end of the day.

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Sanders Sides events 2023 masterpost

Hello and welcome to the Sanders Sides events blog!! Posts relating to all events in the fandom will be reblogged here, including events about Thomas Sanders' content that isn't related to Sanders Sides (e.g. Roleslaying, Cartoon Therapy).

If you're running an event and want your posts to be reblogged here, simply send an ask or tag this blog!

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All posts will be tagged with the tag of the event they relate to.

Schedules are tagged as #schedules!

Asks are tagged as #asks!

Events in 2023:

Note: Schedules for fandom events are linked under the cut. This is just the masterpost for this blog.

Event weeks

Logince Week @loginceweek2023

22nd January - 28th January | Prompts

Roceit week @roceit2023

6th April - 13th April | Prompts

Sanders Sides A-spec Week @sanders-sides-a-spec-week

24th May - 30th May | Prompts

Analoroceit Week (hosted by @loganisanobody)

28th May - 3rd June | Prompts

Ace Sides Week @acesidesweek

5th June - 11th June | Prompts

Dukexiety Week @dukexietyweek

18th June - 25th June | Prompts

Loceit Week @loceitweek

26th June- 2nd July | Prompts

Anaroceit week @anaroceitweek

10th July - 16th July | Prompts

Roleslaying Week @roleslayingweek2023

24th July - 30th July | Prompts

Royality Week @royalityweek

31st July - 6th August | Prompts

Aro Sides Week @aro-sides-week

20th August - 26th August | Prompts

Trans Sides Week @transsidesweek

11th September - 17th September | Prompts

Prinxiety Week @prinxietyweek

2nd October - 8th October | Prompts

Intruality Week @intrualityweek

22nd October - 28th October | Prompts

Intrulogical Week @intrulogicalweek

29th October - 4th November | Prompts

Anxceit Week @tss-anxceit-week

12th November - 19th November | Prompts

Roleslaying trans week @rswr-trans-week2023

20th November - 26th November | Prompts

Autistic Sides Week @autisticsidesweek

4th December - 10th December | Prompts

Big bangs & exchanges

Storytime - Sanders Sides Big Bang @tss-storytime

February - August | Schedule

Sanders Sides Big Bang @sandersidesbigbang

May - September

Sanders Sides Spring Cleaning Event @tsspromptmonth

February - April | Schedule

Halloween Horror Fest @halloweenhorrorfest

18+ event | April - November

Tss October Ghostwriters @tss-october-ghostwriters

August - October | Schedule

Sanders Sides Holiday Gift Exchange @sanderssidesgiftxchange

September - December | Schedule

Thomas Sanders Reverse Bang @xts-reverse-bangx

June 2023 - July 2024 | Schedule

Other events/projects

Thomas Birthday Bash Book | Submission deadline 24th March

(Events will be added to this list as they're added to the blog. If I've missed an event, or got any dates wrong, please let me know!)

Cancelled events

@intruality-week (the new intruality week blog is @intrualityweek )

@anxceit-week-23 (the new anxceit week blog is @tss-anxceit-week

Events from previous years

Here are events that have been run in the fandom, in case anyone wants to look back at them or check for updates. Some of these might return in 2023, so keep an eye out!

@analogicalweek

@anxceitweek21

@anxceit-week-2022

@dukeceitweek

@intrualityweek2021

@lamp-appreciation-week

@moceit-appreciation-week

@moxiety-week

@pintrovertsweek2022

@prinxiety-week-2022

@roceitweek

@sandersidesbigbang

@sanderssidesgiftxchange

@sanders-spring

@ts-storytime Event moved to @/tss-storytime

Schedules

Here are some useful schedules made by other fanders!!

The 2023 events list and 2022 events list created by @transfemlogan

Logan's master schedule created by @edupunkn00b

Events blogs

If you want more updates on events in the fandom, check out @tsseventhub They also have an Instagram!

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RAAAAAAH!!!! SILLIES!!!!!!!!

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Teeth/Hair