#moceit i guess

[puzzle-masx]

Patton :3

[warnadudenexttime]

I don’t rlly know how canon the 5th year anniversary video is supposed to be-

But I still love the moceit dynamic in the video as I think it’s cute. Patton’s so legit excited to have his new buddy Janus around, they’re getting closer. Which as we can clearly see that in ‘into the unknown’ where they have little visits in the woods all the time and Janus is gay as hell singing to Patton. But anyways- Janus is like ‘mistook for a trash can’ or being sarcastic about his new friendship. Ohhh Janus YOOOOU are so obvious, trying to hide your genuine feelings.

Janus is you truly hated Patton, you’re petty enough to just do everything in your power to make him leave you tf alone. I’m ONTO YOUR GAY A** like Patton isn’t stupid, like people think, he’s very emotionally intelligent. I think if Janus was very obvious in ‘I don’t wanna be around you’ Patton would be able to get a hint, also cause Janus isn’t even a good liar if he wanted to be.

We saw at the end of redux Janus is particularly noticeably softer with Patton than any other side even before they started to become friends. Like could he be manipulating Patton for a higher goal? I guess. But he’s very obvious in his manipulation, plainly to where all the others can see, c!Thomas isn’t a good liar so Janus can’t be a good liar- Something about Janus’ interactions with Patton feel more genuine then like, his obvious fake flirting with Roman to get to his ego.

In conclusion, uhh Janus you’re gay for a father figure

[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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[pencilpat]

You Do Not Have to be Good - moceit

Patton hates alcohol. Not particularly for a moral reason, it just tastes godawful to him. But he came to Janus's room for a distraction, and goshdarnit he'll take it. He cringes through a sip as they sit on the floor, and Janus laughs.

"Oh, Patton, it's cider. Barely any alcohol at all, and you can barely stomach even that." As if to prove a point, Janus swings back his bottle and takes a sip so large he gulps audibly. Patton can't help a small giggle, even as bad as he feels.

"Gosh, Jan, I don't know how you and Logan handle this stuff."

"Simple. We're not man-babies."

Patton laughs and lightly punches Janus's shoulder, coaxing the smallest of smiles from the other man. He settles back against the wall. Janus isn't used to guests, aside from one who isn't a fan of sitting 'properly,' so he has no chairs strewn around his room the way the light sides do.

Janus tilts the liquid around in his bottle with a sigh. "Care to tell me what brought you to me today? My room isn't exactly one of our typical 'spots'."

"Oh! Oh, nothing special or anything, just checking up on you," he says, flashing a winning smile.

"How many times are we going to visit each other before you remember you can't lie to me?" Janus states bluntly, not looking at Patton at all, his eyes fixed on the blank wall across from them.

"Whu- uh- lying? I'm not-"

"How many times will I have to say that sentence? You can not follow 'you can't lie to me' up with a lie, Patton, that's not how this works."

"Look I- I don't really want to talk about it. I came to hang out with you, I don't wanna just-"

"So you're going to talk to one of the others then, yes?" Janus's eyes flit over the fading dark blue in Patton's hair. "How about Logan? I'm sure he'd totally be helpful here, I mean, being so good with his emotions."

Patton frowns at him and Janus sighs, rewording. "All I mean is, you don't talk to anyone else, so it stands to reason that if I don't get you to spit it out, you'll keep 'doing your thing' and only ever talking about how you feel at a surface level while letting the pressure below build and build until you blow up. Am I wrong?"

Patton blinks at him, and then turns away, curling his legs up towards his body and squeezing his free hand's nails into his palm. He's taken to doing that lately, though he doesn't know why. Someone says something that hurts, and he digs his nails deep into his skin or bites his lip so hard it bleeds, then the pain is gone. Dig, dig, gone. "That's not very kind, Janus."

Janus shrugs. The sun is beginning to set, and the room is going golden, the dark walls being cast in the shadows of Janus's blinds. "If someone was never anything but kind, they'd be a liar. I don't want to lie to you forever."

"You don't?"

"Oh wow, yeah, sound shocked about that, sure." Janus rolls his eyes, but he doesn't look angry. "Patton, it's stupid to keep going like you are. Look, if anyone can keep secrets, it's you and me - I'm the best one to talk to here. None of the others seem smart enough to notice how messed up you've been."

Patton cringes, and takes a drink of his cider, which makes him cringe harder. "I'm not... that bad, am I? That obvious?"

"It's pretty bad, dad," Janus sighs. He finally looks at the other man, meeting his eyes. "I promise, okay? And I don't do that lightly. I won't speak a word of whatever is bothering you."

Patton's brow furrows, and he breathes out slowly. He digs his nails into his palm again. Breathes again. Just the offer of talking is threatening to bust down year old dams, but perhaps Janus is right, and this needs to happen. And... he did promise. He's never done that before.

"It's not exactly simple to explain... I guess it's just- it's like- I'm-" Patton sighs, frustrated. "I just don't know anymore if- if I'll ever get it right."

"Right?"

"Being morality. Being... good." Patton's voice strains, and he wipes at his face. "I don't know if I can ever be good, be good enough, be good at my job. I've been messing up nearly everything lately! I can't keep Thomas good, and when I do try to keep him good, I end up being an overbearing jerk. I can't seem to make Roman happy, or Virgil anymore, and," Patton plays with the fringe tips of blue in his hair, almost subconsciously, "I can't make Logan feel good either. We used to be so, so close. Worked through all of our issues, we were really good friends! But he's been so- look, I know he says he doesn't feel anything, but I can tell he's feeling something! And he won't tell any of us about it."

Janus drinks, reserving information as he always does. Patton is upset enough, now's not the time.

"All I've ever wanted was to be good," his voice breaks, and he clears his throat, blinking back hot tears. "Ever since I've existed, I've wanted to be good. What would it mean for Thomas if his morality isn't good?! Maybe you were right, I'm just pointing him towards hell. I'm not doing my job right. How can I be messing up so much? I used to be the one who the others looked at to know everything..." He bites his lip hard, but it doesn't do anything this time. He's crying now, wiping the sleeve of his cat hoodie across his face furiously.

"Who says you have to be good?"

"What?"

Janus sighs, sipping his drink. "'You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.' Mary Oliver. Goodness isn't necessary one hundred and twenty-five percent of the time. You're an animal like any other, and you only need do what makes you happy, just like any other. You're not some divine being above the ability to screw up or be sad."

"You and Thomas's religious sensibilities are very tied together. You're stuck on this idea that as morality, you can only ever have good and pure ideas. You can never make mistakes, and you can never be wrong. Look, sure, we're no humans, but you're a piece of a human, and they're kind of renowned for their mistake making. I've told you before, Patton. If you're making a genuine effort to do better, then your apologies mean enough. You've repented. You didn't even need to, but you do anyway. Because you're good, as much as a side can be. You're so good you make me sick sometimes. I was being a dick when I said you're pointing him towards hell, being a dick is kind of my thing. I don't think you're even capable of knowingly being a bad person."

Patton feels tears pour down his face, staring sightlessly at his bottle as Janus rants. He's drawn blood from his lip. The words are making some deep piece of him ache worse than he has in years. Without thinking, he sets his head on Janus's shoulder. Janus barely blinks, leaning into him as he continues.

"You do make the others happy, Patton. They love you so much it's gross. But they have issues as well. Issues that are getting worse as Thomas's mental health is plummeting. All pieces of Thomas have gripes and qualms right now, I don't understand you all's strange insistence on everything being fine. Want me to lie? Everything is just fine! Why, nothing is eating at any of you, and you're at the peak of your lives!" Janus sighs, eyes closing. "It's okay to experience pain, you know. It doesn't make you bad. Nor does making mistakes. It makes you a living thing, as caught up in your own world and worries as every other living thing. You're doing okay, Patton. You'll never be perfect, but I watch you do everything you can every day. For crying out loud, let that soft animal of 'you' catch a break."

Patton sniffs, letting out a shaking sigh. "Why does hearing all that hurt me?"

"Because you've never heard it before, probably. Has anyone, ever, at all, told you to give yourself a break?"

"I... I guess not, not really. I don't know. I don't feel like I deserve it."

"I say you deserve it. If you won't listen to yourself, listen to me. Listen to a... friend."

Patton nearly physically startles at that word coming from Janus. "Friend?"

"If you make me repeat myself we're never having these visits again, watch it."

"We're friends?" Patton lifts his head, grinning despite his tear streaked face. Janus makes a frustrated noise, his face going red, but he lets Patton hug him nonetheless. Patton laughs, despite it all, holding Janus against his chest. The parts of his heart that were aching feel suddenly wrapped in warmth, like a heating pad on a pained muscle. And as Janus sets aside his drink and properly returns the hug, Patton's heart feels so many things, but mostly, at least for now, it feels at peace.

"Are you going to actually give yourself a rest, or did literally all of that go in one ear and out the other?"

Patton laughs. "Thanks, Janus. Really, thank you. Um. Not going to tell anyone still, right?"

"Of course," Janus places a hand on his heart and holds the other up in a pledge. "We both have trouble verbalizing emotions anyways."

"Can't say I'm surprised! Get it? Can't say?"

"Yes, Patton, I got it," Janus rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. "You know I just hate puns."

"Liar liar!"

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

NO NO NO do not let the Spooky Gays kiss!

I mean—absolutely, 100% let them kiss, but NOT LIKE AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY DID

I do NOT need a Dukexiety version of the Ineffable Divorce SPARE ME FROM THIS PLEASE

however.

if Virgil is Aziraphale would Heaven be the "Light" Sides? Roman as Michael, Logan as Gabriel, and… I guess maybe unsympathetic!Patton as the Metatron? (😭nooo) (someone has to be the Metatron though and also manipulative Patton working "for the greater good" go brrr)

and then I guess Janus as Beelzebub… this is not my greatest casting job ever. like, it works fine, but.

hang on I’m redoing it.

FROM THE TOP!

Aziraphale—Patton (they’re both just doing their best and fucking it up a little bit in ways that will irreversibly affect the plot. also repression twins)

Crowley—Janus (snake theme on point)(oh hey look it’s tragic moceit)

Beelzebub—Remus (slimy)(oh he’d be so funny as Eric though??? kill him over and over and it’s unclear how many of him will keep coming back. pathetic and has eyeliner.)

Gabriel—Virgil (for the purposes of the ship, though Logan would also work pretty well as Gabriel)

Michael—Roman (idk why exactly but this would work)

The Metatron—Dragon Witch or Orange or someone who barely exists as a character, so we can still safely dislike The Metatron

Muriel—Logan in a happier timeline. he would also slay as Anathema but the Good Omens fandom is mostly focused on S2 right now.

Honorary mentions!

Nina—Remy (coffee and toxic relationships)

Maggie—Emile (adsfbjcfygl imagine him having a little shop that’s essentially a Blockbuster instead of a record store. (ignore that I don’t really know what a Blockbuster is. he sells cartoons, is the point.) imagine. him with a cartoon shop and a pathetic crush on Remy.)

Thomas—nonexistent. fuck that guy /j it’s not his fault I don’t know how to cast or write him. he’s great. unless anyone really wants to explain Thomas Sanders discourse to me, I will continue to assume he’s just a human being doing his best. he can be the barkeep in Edinburgh or something if he really wants to be. one of the other angels. part of the Shopkeeper’s Association with his friends. who knows.

In summary, don’t make them be Aziraphale and Crowley. but they would be SO GOOD as Aziraphale and Crowley. paralleling Ineffable Divorce with Accepting Anxiety. Aziraphale leaving Crowley for the greater good vs Virgil leaving Remus for (what I assume to be) mainly his personal good. Crowley/Remus = stupid gay sort-of-evil disasters. Virgil would also be good as Crowley but I would be terminally impressed by any fic author that managed to make Remus as Aziraphale make sense.

-🐢

To be fair Ineffable Husbands are A L O T more Moceit coded than Dukexiety but it makes for a fun dynamic for the Spooky Beloveds like the example you gave XD But I absolutely A D O R E that casting I've seen Ineffable Husbands as Moceit but I've never seen those for the others before!!! (Also making The Dragon Witch or Orange The Metatron is so R E A L)

[radioactive-dazey]

*sigh* may or may not be starting another fanfic.

Simply because i cannot control myself and it's supposed to be shorter than my current projects (I don't see it going too much further than 14 chapters)

It's got logince, dukexiety, moceit, and TECHNICALLY Anceit, but it shifts to more platonic as the story goes on (is that the ship name for Virgil x Janus? Can't recall.)

Actually, I posted a chapter I had finished from forever ago, you can find it here and more info I have about the story here

I'll post a link when it's up I guess

[halfhissandwich]

Guys it’s the time of night where my mental state has become just finding random things funny for no reason, so I just did a whole ass study using a “love calculator” (one of those bullshit apps where you enter two names and it gives you a random percentage) because I was bored, and here’s what I’ve learned. The numbers in brackets are percentage of compatibility it gave me

First of all, Patton is super freaking incompatible with everyone except Virgil [68] for some reason??? The second highest was Logan [27] for reference, and the lowest was Remus [1] so take that however you want. I just think it’s funny how a lot of people don’t like moxiety because it feels too much like a father/son dynamic but the calculator is like “SIXTY EIGHT” and I said “ok, the calculator has spoken”

Secondly, Logan and Janus were oddly similar because they both had very high compatibility with both the twins [ranging from Intrulogical at 91 to roceit at 95], average compatibility with Virgil [analogical had 58 and anxceit had 41], and below average compatibility with Patton because everyone except Virgil did [logicality had 27, moceit had 20]. But they both had the lowest compatibility with each other [10] so maybe opposites do attract?

Virgil had slightly below average compatibility with everyone [a range of moxiety at 68 and dukexiety at 22], and I don’t really know what to say about that, but hey he could date anyone I guess.

The twins were SCARILY similar, with very high compatibility with both Logan and Janus, maybe slightly below average compatibility with Virgil, and terrible compatibility with Patton. What’s weird is that the percentages for any given person were within 1% of each other. For example, dukeceit had 94 and roceit had 95. Also, dukexiety had 22 and prinxiety had 23. INTRUALITY HAD 1 AND ROYALITY HAD 2. So maybe Roman is just slightly more romantically compatible than Remus???

This was stupid. I don’t know why I did this. But all the numbers are below if you want to see them. Congratulations Roceit, you win 🥳

Logicality [27], Royality [2], Moxiety [68], Moceit [20], Intruality [1], Logince [92], Analogical [58], Loceit [10], Intrulogical [91], Prinxiety [23], Anxceit [41], Dukexiety [22], Roceit [95], Dukeceit [94]

[spicycreativity]

Blanket for the fluff snippet thing for moceit possibly?

HeheheHEHEHE

We once again return to the "night meeting after PoF" scenario that Spicy believes in religiously

Bonus: worked an actual blanket into the fill

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Patton's breath billowed out in great, rolling waves like smoke from a dragon's maw. He supposed it made sense, after all the destruction he'd wrought. Everything lay in shambles all around him and he had no one to blame but himself.

The effects of his room rendered his thoughts syrupy, saccharine, pointed firmly backwards. The memories of better days rang hollow in his heart and only deepened the ache. He would find no comfort in memories tonight.

Slipping on his cardigan, he ventured into the hall with his socks on. The cold was obviously Roman's doing, as was the sickly, desaturated tint of the subconscious' walls and carpet. Roman's door had turned full gray, covered in chains and padlocks with no keyhole.

Patton didn't even have time to tear up before movement from the other end of the hall caught his eye. He turned his head and found Janus shivering not six feet away from him, face as open and honest as a child's. It vanished in an instant, gates slamming down. He'd already had his arms pulled tight across his chest, body rigid, but he relaxed a little now and leaned against the wall. "Nice weather we're h-having," he said. "I-isn..." He shivered, words catching behind his teeth. "Nnh... Isn't it?"

"Oh, Janus." In the frigid air, Patton's heart still found a way to melt. "Are you cold?"

"Of course not; it's positively balmy in here." Janus glared at him. "What are you doing, sleepwalking?"

"No," Patton said,"just..."

Janus' expression softened just a little. "Trying not to lose your mind?"

"Yeah."

They fell silent for a moment until Janus shuddered, his eyes slipping shut for a moment. He tugged his capelet tighter over his shoulders, shrinking into himself.

"Come with me," Patton blurted, suprising himself.

"Trust you?" Janus said drily. Patton only looked at him, studying the sadness in his human eye, the red rim and glassy sheen. "Oh, very well. But if you try anything, Remus has more than just a morningstar."

"It's not a trick, Janus," Patton said, leading him down the hall. "I would never trick you."

Janus fell into step beside him. "You couldn't," he muttered, rubbing his arms.

"Because you're—"

"A mad genius, yes."

"Deceit."

Janus looked at him sideways from under the brim of his hat. "Whichever you like," he said, and sniffed.

"You're funny," Patton said contemplatively, nearly tripping over the coffee table when the living room loomed, abruptly ending the vast hallway they'd been traversing. "Whoops!"

Janus squinted at him, watching him regain his balance. "So are you."

"Touché, I guess," Patton said, motioning for Janus to sit down on the couch. "Let's see..." He got down on his knees in front of the coffee table, pawing through the wicker baskets resting beneath it. "We should have one for everybody... there!" He emerged holding two throw blankets: one yellow, one true blue. "Get cozy, okay?" He set them in Janus' lap.

Janus' brow furrow, irises darting as he searched the room. "What are you doing?"

"...Making sure you're warm?" Patton tilted his head like a confused dog. "I'm sorry, should I not have? You just looked so cold, and I thought..."

"No, it's—" Janus looked at the yellow blanket, turning it over in his gloved hands. On the far corner, Patton had imagined a snake, hand stitched, with two heads. Janus' logo rendered with all the love and care in Thomas' heart. He took a deep breath. "You are not what I thought you were, Patton."

"Is that good or bad?" Patton asked hesitantly. When Janus failed to answer, he bounced on his toes. "Anyway, I was gonna make some hot chocolate. How's that sound?"

Janus finally looked up at him again, finally relaxed and let himself smile. "Absolutely terrible."

And Patton, after a moment's hesitation, smiled back.

[the-duke-of-nuts]

The Case Of The Missing Skin Care Products

Wow Duke it’s been *checks calendar* 1 year, 3 months and 21 days since you last posted a fic here. The first chapter of any of my AUs will come out in 5+ years I’m pretty sure this is a record /light hearted Anyways shameless self promo I posted the fic I was supposed to post for last years Roceit Week on my Ao3 last month (Will I ever actually post it here who knows but if you wanna read it just click my account through this fics link it’s literally the only Roceit fic on the account) and if you want/prefer to read this fic on Ao3 the link is here. That is all and as always enjoy and if you don’t literally just scroll away

Summary: Remus lives for causing chaos especially if it means he gets to anger Roman and what better way to do that with the help of no one other than his Chaotic Partner In Crime, but what happens when the Prince wakes up to find his second most prized possession stolen? Will Roman figure the real culprits out or will they get away with it?

Pairing(s): Dukexiety, Logince, Moceit

Word Count: 3034   

Warnings: Remus being Remus (AKA Suggestive comments/Small Innuendo, Eating things you’re not supposed to) Angry Roman so there’s yelling I guess (Let me know if there’s anything else)

Normally 2 AM would be the hour of people already being asleep, an insomniac and horror fan like Virgil however was doing the complete opposite. The emo was currently playing Outlast on his Nintendo Switch and he was very determined to beat it. Virgil was in the zone and when he was in the zone, he was in the zone. The anxious side loved the rush horror always gave him: the eagerness of wanting to know what's going to happen next, the adrenaline from the challenge of outrunning the enemy, the unexpectancy of what's going to pop out at him, the eerie silence, the dark atmosphere, who-

"Vee Vee!"

Virgil jumped at hearing the whisper yell calling to him quickly catching his Switch in time before it hit the ground and paused the game when he finally saw the source of the surprisingly clothed Side calling his name.

"Remus what the hell it's 2 in the damn morning what are you doing here!?" The startled emo whispered yelled back to his boyfriend so he wouldn't wake anyone.

"I got a little lonely and wanted to see if my Darling Emo Nightmare was awake at 2 AM playing Outlast instead of taking his Melatonin gummies and sleeping." Remus jokingly replied fake pouting.

Virgil playfully rolled his eyes. "Of course you did, but seriously what's going on did something happen?"

"Well nothing really happened... yet." Remus grinned mischievously.

"I know that look, what are you planning Dukey?"

"Me? Planning something? Now why would- I wanna steal shit from Roman's room to cause chaos and wanted to know if my Chaotic Partner In Crime wanted to help me." The Duke immediately admitted smirking.

"Knew that chaotic brain of yours had a plan, but to answer the question about your offer what's in it for me?"

"Depends on what my Emo Spiderling wants~" Remus smirked wiggling his eyebrows as he got closer to Virgil.

"Hmmmm Horror movie marathon and no causing headaches for 3 days after this and you got yourself a deal." Virgil smirked back at his boyfriend. Remus went wide eyed. He can't even go 5 minutes without doing anything to purposely cause problems and Virgil expected him to go that long not to!?

"3 days!?"

"Yup that's what I said. 3 days."

"Oh you are so cruel to me sometimes Scare Bear! But fiiine the horror movie marathon will make up for it anyways." Remus grumbled crossing his arms. Virgil laughed and gave his slightly disappointed Duke a kiss on the lips to which he immediately happily reciprocated getting out of his pouty state. "Perfect let's go." Virgil said as he took Remus' hand and pulled him out of the room.

-

Remus was quietly snickering the moment they were in the hallway and at Roman's door. He always enjoyed doing this on his own but causing any ounce of chaos with Virgil made it 10x even more enjoyable and fun. "After you, my 'Itsy Bitsy Spider'." Remus whispered as he dramatically bowed getting out of the way. "Such a gentleman." Virgil teased whispering back as he carefully and quietly opened the door and entered the room with Remus.

What Virgil saw didn't surprise him, by the amount of posters and merch Roman had of himself he didn't even need to see the Prince sleeping on the bed with his own plushie to know that it's his room.

"I love you Roman. I love you too Roman." The Beast onesied Prince slept talked turning to the other side of the bed snuggling closer with the plush. Virgil rolled his eyes at the sight. "What's next does he have some hidden clone in here we don't know about?" He sarcastically asked whispering. "Oh trust me he would make that far from hidden in more ways than one." Remus whispered back crouching down to crawl on the floor and motioned Virgil to follow him. Virgil grimaced in disgust at the thought and followed the crawling Duke until they reached Roman's nightstand.

"Now this is where the fun starts, but the real question is which one of these lovely little valuables will be our victims?" As the two started scanning the nightstand deciding on an item, Virgil noticed a missing space between the stars that used to look neatly decorated on it.

"I'm assuming you already stole one of his stars?"

Remus quietly snickered at remembering the anger his brother had the morning after that night over him stealing one of his beloved stars and smirked as he whispered back his answer.

"Maybe."

"Figures. How about his katana?"

"Hmmmm Tempting but I want to save that for a more special occasion. Tonight we're going for slightly above moderate rage level not death wish just yet."

Virgil nodded at the response and started scanning the nightstand again. The skeleton onesied Side was slowly running out of ideas until his eyes laid on a stack of different branded, color coded, products that Roman would be enraged for weeks if he caught someone touching.

"What about his skin care products? He cares about his looks more than anything and he'd be pissed if he found it missing." He suggested. Remus quietly gasped and whispered back in excitement. "Scare Bear you sexy little genius that's perfect!" The Duke quickly but carefully picked up the products and handed some to Virgil. "Now let's go I know exactly where to hide these!" Remus excitedly whispered as he quickly and stealthily ran out of the room with Virgil trying to keep up behind him.

"Ree wait up!" Virgil whispered yelled as he carefully tried to close Roman's door with his hands full and sighed when he found the Duke nowhere in sight in the hall afterwards. "You gotta be kidd- Ing!" The emo yelped when he felt himself get pulled into a room and realized whose it was.

"Slow poke." Remus teased hugging Virgil closer from behind, resting his chin on the top of his boyfriend's head. "Asshole." Virgil playfully hit a cackling Remus' shoulder when he turned around. "Whaaaat I thought you were good at keeping up at a lot of things Vee Vee~" Remus smirked wiggling his eyebrows. Virgil playfully rolled his eyes blushing slightly at the suggestive comment.

"Yeah yeah anyways where do I put these?"

"Right this way." Remus said as he led Virgil to the source of where he hides all the things he steals.

"Your closet?"

"Would you dare look in there at 3 in the morning if you were Roman?"

"Touché. Alright let's get this over with-"

"Wait wait hold on!" Remus stopped Virgil before he could throw the rest of the products inside. "What-" When Virgil turned to look at Remus again all he could do was blink repeatedly at trying to process the image of seeing his boyfriend munching on one of the products.

"Mmmm Strawberry! Okay now quick throw it in!"

"I- Y'know what why am I not even surprised by that?" The skeleton onesied Side shook his head and quickly threw the products in the closet and closed it. "Simple, because you love me." Remus smiled innocently batting his lashes "You know I do but you still owe me for leaving me back there." Virgil crossed his arms.

"Oh where are my manners what can I possibly do to make it up to my Chaotic Partner In Crime?"

"I think you know." Virgil smirked as he wrapped his arms around Remus' neck. "Maybe I do." Remus smirked back and wrapped his arms around Virgil's waist leaning closer. Just before the eyeshadowed couple could break the space between them and kiss they heard a familiar high pitched loud scream in the distance.

"Who in Aphrodites' name stole my skin care products!?"

They both laughed at hearing the rage in Roman's voice from the other room. "Guess he woke up earlier than expected and a new record too!" Remus cackled.

-

Roman could not believe this was happening to him. One moment he was sleeping peacefully and dreaming about being praised in his royal glory and next thing he knows he hears a sound and wakes up just to find his second most prized possession stolen! The Beast onesied Prince was currently pacing around his room trying to calm down both his anger and distress.

'Relax Roman it's fine you'll catch the sneaky little bandit you just need some help doing it while everyone else is a suspect but who?'

Roman wondered to himself but soon knew the exact Side to go to. Logan. His beloved nerd was known for being skilled in the mystery department and he was the only one he knew for certain was innocent so he was just the Side he needed for this. He made up his mind and quickly ran to Logan's room and frantically knocked on his door.

"Roman it's the middle of the night what's going on?" Logan asked as he opened the door adjusting his glasses.

"I know it's late Starling but this is an emergency and I really need your Detective skills."

Logan immediately summoned his Sherlock outfit on himself upon hearing one of his favorite words. Finally a real mystery he get's to solve, he's waited for this moment his whole life.

"You had me at 'Detective' what do you need?"

"Someone stole my beauty products and I need your help finding the culprit."

"Well I can certainly help with that Dear. Perhaps we can start by finding some evidence from the location of the crime scene?"

"Good idea."

They both made sure to be quick about going back to Roman's room. The Prince had already been robbed once and he's certainly going to make sure it doesn't happen twice.

"Alright Roman can you tell me when you first noticed your belongings stolen?" Logan asked summoning a pen and notepad.

"Well I heard a noise that rudely interrupted both my dream and beauty sleep and that's when I saw they were gone."

Logan nodded writing down the response. It was a start but he needed to know a little more information.

"Interesting. Do you know where you last had them?"

"On my nightstand." Roman answered and pointed at the spot where the items used to be on the dresser.

The Detective leaned closer to the spot and summoned a small brush and fingerprint dust and started to use it on the nightstand but found nothing. "Fascinating, there's not a single fingerprint on here." Logan wrote down the results intrigued. He was impressed that the thief managed to take all of the products in a short period of time without leaving a single trace of evidence let alone before Roman could even wake up.

"Maybe they used gloves?" Roman suggested.

"That or they're very experienced in swiftly stealing things in a careful manner like seriously there's literally not a single footprint here either." Logan replied using his magnifying glass on the floor.

"What!? Who could it possibly-"

Roman went wide eyed in realization putting the clues together he knew exactly who it led to but at the same time it could've been anyone and he knew just the thing to do to get his answers.

"Starling I think we've found our culprit. Everyone living room meeting! Now!"

-

"You all probably know why I've called you here or mostly one of you for that matter." Roman said pacing slowly back and forth infront of a sideways line he made the other sides form. "Ah yes clearly you called us here at 4 AM to practice our kickline routine for your next upcoming musical." Janus sarcastically said rolling his eyes.

"No...! But that's not a bad idea for another time! Anyways I've called you all here because someone stole my skin care products and I know exactly who it is!" Roman declared stealing a glance at Janus.

"If that's the case then why did you call all of us instead of the person you knew who did it?"

"Because if I did that and end up being wrong I wouldn't get to freely interrogate the rest of you in one room to find the real culprit."

"Okay but how come Logan isn't in the line?" Virgil asked.

"Because my Starling would never do something like this."

"How would you know that?" Remus asked.

"Are we really going to have that discussion?" Logan replied giving the Duke a look as if the answer to his own question was obvious. "You may never know." Remus shrugged his shoulders.

"As much as I'm enjoying this slumber party, I would like to go back to bed so Roman please do share who you believe this mysterious thief is."

"Very interesting that you're so eager on that information when it was actually no one other than you Janaconda!" Roman exclaimed pointing an accusing finger at Janus.

"Me?"

"Don't play innocent Lyin' King yes you! From the evidence Logan and I've gathered there was not a single fingerprint or footprint in sight and who do we know is experienced in carefully stealing things, wears gloves, and can easily turn into a snake? That's right the Self Care King himself! Those scales are perfectly smooth for a reason and it certainly isn't from shedding!"

Janus blinked trying to process the Prince's accusations. He didn't know whether the sleep deprivation was kicking in or if he was genuinely losing braincells.

"Congratulations you figured him out can we all go to sleep now?" A fake irritated Virgil asked.

"Not yet I wanna hear him out."

Janus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Roman I'm going to be honest here with you for once because I'm too tired to deal with this right now, there's this thing called lotion and it's why I would have no reason to steal your products."

"Bullshit it takes more than just lotion for smooth skin! I've also had multiple products and you're the only one with extra hands to carry them unless-" Roman suddenly gasped having a realization. No it couldn't be but it all came together.

"It was you too wasn't it Patton!?"

"W-What?" Patton asked nervously confused.

"Only you would be kind enough to help your beloved husband in the act and cover for him!"

Patton didn't know what to say or think. Did he and Janus slept walk and somehow did it? Was he the one who stole it without realizing? Did he borrow it and forgot to give it back to Roman? Whatever it was he certainly wasn't going to let his husband be punished for it.

"Yes it was me! I did it! Take me instead!"

Janus facepalmed at hearing Patton try to take the blame for him. This whole situation felt like an endless fever dream he couldn't wake up from.

"Patton I trusted you and expected this from him but from you of all people-"

"Roman chill out." Virgil cut in before Roman could scold Patton further and unintentionally make the cat onesied Side have a mental breakdown for something he didn't even do. "Why are you defending them!? Maybe it was really you who stole it because we're all well aware of how you take pride in your whole emo persona! I bet you did it for a cleaner pale look!" Roman accused glaring at Virgil.

All the skeleton onesied Side could do was blink and raise an eyebrow. Despite actually being partially guilty of doing it that would be the last reason for something to be his motive.

'He should really just leave the Detective stuff to Logan'

"Roman when have I ever gave a shit about hygiene for the sake of beauty let alone to look more 'emo' for it?"

Roman opened and closed his mouth hesitating on his response. Virgil was right. The emo never cared for being the center of attention let alone look more appealing to others especially when he was dating someone like Remus. "I- Y'know what yeah fair that alone makes you automatically innocent."

Roman turned and his eyes then laid on Remus. If someone had a history of stealing things his twin was definitely one of them.

"I don't know why you're looking at me Romano when you know I'm the dirtiest out of all of us for a reason."

"That's true and you wouldn't have any use for them anyways." Roman squinted suspiciously at his brother.

"Well one..." He side eyed Janus and Patton. "Or two of you could be lying and I'm going to find out who-"

Roman suddenly cut himself off when he smelt a familiar strawberry scent as he faced his twin again. "What? Have you finally appreciated my new fragrance 'Sweet Sewage Delight' brother dearest?" Remus asked feigning innocence. Roman glared at the response.

"Starling magnifying glass!"

Once Logan handed the magnifying glass to Roman, The Prince immediately hovered it over Remus' mouth and gasped at seeing the tiny pink crumbs around it.

"I knew it!"

"Clearly you didn't because you were so confident in it being Janny and Patty!" Remus cackled. Roman took a deep breath in and out to contain his anger at his brother so he can properly apologize to Janus and Patton for the misunderstanding.

"Apologies on my part for that you two."

"It's alright Ro."

"Accuse me of something in the middle of the night again and I'll sue you for slander." Janus tiredly threatened. "Noted. Now that I've caught the real culprit..." Roman summoned a rolled up newspaper and started repeatedly hitting his cackling brother on the head with it. "Stop stealing my stuff you heathen! You owe me a new one and if you even dare try to do this again I'm making a soap barrier on both mine and your front door!" He summoned the newspaper away and jumped into Logan's arms.

"Starling carry me back to bed please."

"Yes Dear." Logan sighed doing just that with Patton and Janus following behind holding hands as they walked back to their respective rooms as well, leaving the eyeshadowed couple in the living room.

"Thanks for still taking the full blame back there, you didn't have to."

"Oh y'know it was nothing." Remus waved his hand dismissively.

"Still not reducing your chaos days."

"Damn it!"

[transfemlogan]

Had a bit of a bizarre (not neg) experience of finding another sasi fan in a mutual server I'm in They asked what my favorite ships are and when I answered they said it's "interesting" and "not something they see a lot" Guess I just got so used to my little corner with those ships I thought they were. more common Also their fav ships were moceit and prinxiety, so

/@we-all-horny-here

WHAT ARE UR SHIPS AGAIN? thats so wild!!

I ship loceit & analoceit & i 4get Constantly that theyre not popular ships at all, but its always like a smack in the face when i check tumblr tags or ao3 & like "oh. Its been 3 weeks since anyones posted anything. Right, no one ships this."

[beauty-and-passion]

Another update!

And guess what, it’s good news! Finally, after an eternity of writing, changes and rewritten scenes, I finished part 2. It was the longest, fine, but it still took me a lot of time and I had to change a few things along the way.

But now it’s finally done and that means all I have to do now is wrapping everything up, by talking about very simple and easy events like Thomas’ career switch or Anxiety leaving the Others. You know, things you can close in a couple lines of dialogue.

But hey, if I wanted a simpler story, I wouldn’t have written a Moceit.

 One last thing: this fanfiction finally has a title! It’s “Rain, Ashes, Blossom” which are, coincidentally, the names of the three parts too. Not the most groundbreaking idea, but I kept thinking and thinking about a fitting title, until I decided that, you know what, each part already has a great title, so let’s use them. At least now I can talk about this story, but using a proper name and not “the moceit thing I’m writing” XD

So, well, hopefully we will get in touch again soon, once part 3 is finished. But before leaving you, please take some spoilers out of context:

[emoprincey]

Hi! I was wondering your thoughts on Moceit for the ask game? (If you haven’t answered for them already)

Thanks for the ask!

1. What made you ship it?

I think it was actually all the moceit content in the fandom. I don't think I actually shipped them when I first watched the series, but I get it now, they're husbands.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

I feel like, if given the right circumstances, these two could really bring out the best in each other. We've already seen them get along in canon, and they've kinda managed to reach a resolution despite having conflicting viewpoints, and I think they balance each other out really well.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Um, idk if I have any Thoughts.... I guess I like to think that Janus was already crushing on Patton before pof, but that little moment in the endcard was when Patton fell for him too.

[justanotherpurplebutterfly]

Hooooooo boy!!!

There is so much I love about this!!! First off, Janus looks AMAZING with white scales! I really like his clothes too, with the soft yellow and the scale pattern on his sweater! He looks kinda worried at what Patton is planning but I see that blush, mister!!

Patton too!! His expression is a great mix of suave, flirty and ooooohh so into this! I also love that he's holding Janus by the gag but in a very intimate way, like with his arm all the way around his shoulders. It also mirrors Janus' canon move of silencing others and ooooh boy, I love this so much!!!!

I told you before I generally like Patton the least of all the sides, but the best way to change my mind is with Moceit!! What can I say? Janus just has a way of making every relationship 100% more appealing in my eyes, haha.

By the way, it's a really fun twist that Janus' outfit is all yellow and the only black, which is most of his outfit in canon, is introduced by Patton in the form of bondage gear. Aaaaaaahhh, I wish I had some literary/art analysis expert next to me who could spin that detail in a cool relationship deep take. (Un)fortunately, i only have my cat next to me and the only thing that comes out of her mouth is screaming at me to put my phone down and pet her.

Also, final thought, I think it's kinda interesting that all the other swap pairings have the light sides with the color of the dark sides on them. Virgil has a red leash and Remus has a blue collar, but Janus' bonds are all black! I wonder if there's a reason for that, or if the reason is just "black looks better than teal" bc it does. Plus, I guess Patton's also wearing black so it's still kinda his color.

I finally did it. I promised you Mociet. Here it is. All Sideswap ships completed

I just love the idea of Janus with white scales

[the-noisiest-pumpkin]

sanders sides headcannons i have

-patton S U C K S at baking. he once almost burned down the mind palace trying to make cereal. don’t ask how.

-virgil, on the other hand, is great at baking (though he never told anyone because reasons)

-roman sings when he’s stressed

-logan despises poetry because there’s too many metaphors he doesn’t understand

-virgil and roman!! have disney movie nights together!!!

-janus had a lisp but he pulled a jaiden and “stopped it”

-remus and roman are good at coming up with unique insults and it’s hilarious to hear what they come up with

-all the sides except logan quote vines on the daily to annoy him

-if patton is a dad, then janus is a mom. end of discussion. go to your room

-okokok but janus is D E F I N I T E L Y a marina stan. his favourite song is lies. periodt.

-logan, janus and virgil all had a crush on roman at some point can’t really blame them though

-hhhhhhhhhh remus ate glue at some point.

-remus is the problem child honestly

-roman just needs a hug guyS SOMEONE GIVE HIM A HUG-

-one of them has a pikachu phonecase. idk who but i’ll figure it out soon

[thecrowslullaby]

Moceit for the ask thingy?

a doodle I did for @spicycreativity (lovely moceit and roceit cosplays 1000000/10, would recommend)

and bonus (slightlu suggestive??!?!? I guess?!?!?!):

Janus: I could squish you like a bug under my heel

Patton: Promise? I'd hate if it were a lie Janus~

[moceit]

Me coming onto this blog everyday