#janus van den bosch brzozowski

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Thinking about them 🥺

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Oo 30 with dukeceit?

Hell yeah

TWs: kissing,

Also this takes place in the Dating Sim Au

“Can I kiss you?”

Janus certainly wasn’t expecting that question. Remus nervously looked to the side, the latter found it very out of character for him.

“It’s fine, if you don’t want to. I was just curious, is all.” Remus’ voice dipped, his accent showing its colors.

“No, I want you to. I was just surprised. You’re never expressed this before, so it’s just a little, huh? You know?”

“Oh, okay then.”

Remus awkwardly put his hands onto Janus’ shoulders, stepping a little closer. The shepherd effortlessly settled their hands onto Remus’ waist, keeping their shy eye contact.

“I’ve, uh, never really done this before, Jan.”

“Oh, right..here, I’ve got you,” Janus pulled Remus toward themself.

Janus then took the lead, connecting their lips. Remus, somewhat unchivalrously, pressed harder against Janus. The two of them pulled away, slightly breathless.

“Pretty good for someone who hasn’t done this before.”

“Thank you, JJ. I’m a quick learner.”

They both shared a small chuckle, simply just swaying in each other’s arms.

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Did some thumbnail sketches

I’m hoping to do a little ink series of family portraits called: Before Things Got Complicated

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Oh lawd he comin

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Prompt 48 with Janus saying it to Remus

Yes, of course.

Tw: Innuendos

“I didn’t mean it like that! Stop making everything I say dirty!” Janus yelped.

“You shouldn’t be asking people to check your pipes then Jan!” Remus cackled, wiping a tear from his eye.

Janus’ eye widened, their inner workings starting to sputter as they struggled to respond. All they could do was furrow their eyebrow and gently shove the laughing crocodile.

“I-I meant my ventilation pipes, you heathen!”

“Not any better, Janna Banana.”

“Shut-Ssshut up!” Janus flusteredly hissed.

Remus opened his jaws once more in an unstifled giggle, which prompted a brash reaction out of his significant other. Janus hooked the cowboy’s ankle with their shepherd’s crook, tripping him leading to a loud thump as his scaly butt hit the ground.

In a swift tug of Janus’ cloak Remus sent the old cyborg tumbling on top of him. He smiled quite proudly, letting his uneven canines show.

“You come here often, dearest Snake?”

“You know for a fact that I only play cards, dearest Duke.”

The duke bumps his nose to Janus’ forehead, erupting a soft laugh from the cyborg.

“Silly, dinner host.”

“Funny, shepherd.”

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Remus: Oh..well what you’d do for your last birthday?

Janus: Nothing.

Remus: When’s the last time you celebrated it then?

Janus pauses.

Janus: When I was twenty one.

Remus: What’d you do?

Janus: My dad took me to see the Phantom of the Opera at the local theatre. It was probably one of the best days in my life.

Janus: I stopped celebrating it after that.

Remus nods.

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You okay Jan?

Janus coughs, and even chokes back a few tears.

Janus: Yes..I’m fine. This morning has just been.....

Janus: Bad, very bad.

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Janus and Patton spend some their last moments together.

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Janus get some fucking rest challenge

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It felt like a Sunday morning.

Though, no tweeting birds, nor a simple breeze. The sun never rose, and the moon never sunk.

Well, at least that was what Janus could see.

The red ash would whip and tear up the lands each and every morning, making soft pitter patters of dust against metal.

Or possibly the old dead oaks would fall, releasing the ocean of mutated bugs?

That would’ve been a good day, Janus could’ve been able to make a meal for their son. Yet they sat at the tallest building, not actually very tall in retrospect but would make do for their somber feelings.

A simple little person, they were. They would talk to themselves, dance around what was left of the roof, though each day ended with tears. Janus would pick up their body, heavy with salt and grief, and drag it back to their joy.

Hopefully Janus would find a bug or two, even a mole would be a win for them, but returned with nothing.

“O’Pa!” The familiar small and young voice rang through the oversized tent. The slight buzz of the metals colliding with each other to create the sound meant Janus’ son would be long from a proper tune up. It made Janus’ eye scrunch up in joy.

“Mała żaba, how are you? Are you feeling better?”

Janus scooped up his little son, Patton, easily carrying the extra weight.

“Yes!” The buzz rang a little louder, elongating the ‘S’ sound, “I puhlayed with Bartosz!”

Janus looked toward Bartosz, still slightly disturbed by Patton’s choice of toys.

Bartosz was a large mutated potato beetle, luckily, long dead. Patton had unknowingly eaten offal from Bartosz a while ago, which made Janus sick to their core when Patton claimed the beetle as his friend. Janus always made sure to stay from Patton’s questions of ‘Why Bartosz was so light?’.

“How fun!” Janus forced their voice to bounce and pop, trying not to show their slight disturbance.

Though the same question Patton asked everyday came into the conversation, Janus’ personally least favorite of the difficult questions Patton asked everyday.

“Can I come with you tomorrow?”

Janus quieted every time, and looked into their son’s large puppy dog eyes, and said,

“No, I’m afraid you need to be older before you can come.”

Which was a lie.

A large lie, and the lie continued to feed the flame of hope Patton had in his heart, that maybe one day his O’Pa would take him to the field of white surfaces.

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You can hear Remus and Camilla talking in the next room.

Janus is trying their best to straighten up.

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Janus is sitting on the edge of a building.

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Janus? Do you accept hugs? If so I’d like to have you one! If not would a high five be ok?

Janus gives you a small high five.

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Seems Mary has no time for waiting.

Janus takes their leave. Their walk has become a waddled limp as well as an attempt to soothe their aching back.

Janus sighs, knowing someone’s fate.