#platonic receit

[quackkaz]

Remus, teasingly : Come ooooooon, I'm one of the most responsible people you know!

Janus : I agree. Usually, when something happens, you're the one responsible.

[firewolf111]

Prompt from @jesterbilly Someone trying to bring in a pet without someone noticing

Remus: *crawling on the floor towards his room*

Janus: Remus. What are you up to this time?

Remus: Nothing.

Janus: Mhmm. Sure. Stand up.

Remus: *stands, trying to hide an obvious squirming lump in his shirt*

Janus: *sighing* What is it this time?

Remus: *pulls out an octopus* This is my son.

Janus: Please tell me it doesn't have rabies.

Remus: Silly, Jan. Octopuses can't get rabies.

Janus: First off, octopi... I think. Second, I know that. Yet somehow you've given a fish rabies before. So...

Remus: ...

Janus: So that's a yes. Go put it back where you found it.

Remus: *pouting* fine. *leaves*

Janus: *to the now empty room* ... it's going to end up in my bed tonight, isn't it?

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

Platonic!Brother!Coriolanus Snow x Sister!Reader

Coriolanus was always overprotective when it came to you, his baby sister. Maybe it was because you barely survived your birth, the birth that killed your mother, or maybe it was because he was the ‘man’ of the house. But whatever the reason, he was an overprotective big brother.

It was cute when you were little kids, but by time you became a teenager and he was a young adult, well, it wasn't cute anymore. It was straight up annoying.

You're in your last year at the Academy and you feel so suffocated. You had nobody, but your older brother. Your cousin, Tigris, after a falling out with Coriolanus, moved out years ago. And Grandma'am, poor Grandma’am, was in a memory center due to her ailing condition.

It hurts, having nobody, but Coriolanus to interact with.

Hell, you didn't even have a boyfriend. But that was because nobody in their right mind at the Academy was brave enough to approach you considering who your brother was.

Head Gamemaker Coriolanus Snow.

Senator Coriolanus Snow.

Aspiring Presidential Hopeful Coriolanus Snow.

A dangerous man.

Coriolanus Snow.

You're sure you're going to die a virgin and all alone, all because your brother’s so over protective of you.

Since you don't have a father, he feels the need to be your father figure. Be the man of the house. Yada yada yada.

So, one day when you came home from the Academy sulking and dragging your satchel alone the floor, Coryo took it up on himself and an overprotective brother to find out why you were upset.

He needed to know who to kill for hurting your feelings.

“What happened today at the Academy to have you sulking like a black rain cloud’s hanging over your head.” Coriolanus asked from his sitting chair while watching some political network on the tv.

“An announcement for a gala.” You sighed, going over to a side table to set your bag down.

“Why should that make you upset? The Academy holds galas every few months for upper classmen. I myself used to go to them.”

Yea, you remember how he'd run around the house like a chicken with its head cut off looking for whatever Tigris made for him to wear. He had to have his gala outfits look amazing even if they were made from black market fabrics Tigris did the unthinkable for. Your brother always had to dress to impress at galas since he used them to network.

Hell, he still networks at galas, balls, and events. It's just on a different level now.

“It's not the gala that's got me upset." You told him as you made your way over to the sitting chairs. Sitting down next to him, you explained, "It's the fact that I'm going to be the only girl without a date for it that's got me upset.”

“You don't need a date to attend the gala, dear.” Coriolanus reminded you, his eyes glued to the political talk show host on the TV screen. Hmm...they must be talking about the upcoming election.

“But-” you began, only for your brother to cut you off with, “No buts, young lady.” Giving you a stern look, he receited the same speech he always gave when the subject of dating came up. “You’re not ready to date yet. The boys your age will only corrupt you and we can't have you being corrupted; dragging the Snow name through the mud.”

His remark made you wonder how many nice girls he corrupted since he was so certain that you'd be corrupted.

“I'll make you a suitable match when you're of age.” Coriolanus told you before turning the volume up on the TV when the program host mentioned his name and polling numbers.

Oh, you just couldn't wait to see who he'd set you up with. Considering he's such a cold man, you doubt it'd be anyone you'd get along with. You doubt that what he views as a good match for you is what you'd view as a good match.

You're polar opposites.

Truth be told, you barely tolerate your older brother these days. He never laughs or smiles, he's just obsessed with power and politics.

And money.

“Maybe you could find me a date for the gala? Somebody suitable to take me?” You suggested as a desperate attempt for him to let you go to the gala with a boy your age.

“Yea, I'll find you a date.” Coriolanus nodded, his attention more so on the TV then on you. Guess his political ambitions mean more to him than you do at the moment.

When your Coriolanus said he'd find you somebody suitable to take you to the gala, you never thought that he was talking about himself. But here you were, dressed in something suitable for a nun, since Coriolanus is strict about you showing too much skin, wearing short skirts, etc. Of course, you're stuck being chaperoned by your overprotective older brother.

Why would he let you have a real date for the gala?

He's too obsessed with you to let you out of his site. Now more than ever you hate how overprotective the presidential hopeful is with you.

You could feel everyone staring at you. God, you felt so weird being stuck on your brother's arm.

“Who’s that?” Coriolanus asked, pointing to a raven haired girl in a wine red dress, that was sipping on a flute of posca, while talking to a one of the cutest boys at the Academy.

“That's General Prometheus Byzantine's step-daughter. Her names Juniper, but she goes by June.” You answered, hoping that he wasn't asking because he was interested in her.

She's your classmate for Christ's sake!

“She's 18?” Coriolanus asked, tipping you off that he was, indeed, interested in her.

“Yes, she's 18.” You confirmed with a nod.

Coriolanus nodded, only to tell you, “Go hang by the wall and don't talk to anyone. I'm going to introduce myself to Miss Byzantine.”

You shook your head, watching your brother take off to go flirt with one of your classmates. You didn't think it was fair that he could do whatever he wanted, but you had to toe the line.

It was complete and utter bullshit.

You didn't care about his political ambitions or riches, you just wanted a normal life.

Sometimes you wish that he never got that early discharge from President Ravenstill. You were free when he was a peacekeeper in 12. Now you're shackled and chained to him. You're at his mercy because he's so obsessed with protecting you.

At least for that summer he was away in District 12 you were able to have friends. Now, you had nobody, but yourself.

Knowing you didn't have much of a choice, you went over to the wall and blended into it. Watching your brother charm the raven haired girl in your math, history, and literature classes.

Maybe him charming General Byzantine’s step-daughter was a blessing in disguise. Maybe if Coriolanus is too busy trying to woo and court somebody, he won't be able to be an overprotective big brother anymore.

And maybe, just maybe, that was just wishful thinking on your part.

Ever since General Crassus Snow died, Coriolanus took it upon himself to be the man of the house. To protect you.

And over time that mission became his number one obsession.

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[thomas-sanders-shipname-glossary]

Sanders Sides OTP Names

Glossary Masterpost

A list of the shipnames of Sanders Sides Characters that include two people! Orange is included with temporary shipnames until we know more about him, as has been voted in this poll! Ordered by however it made sense to me.

All names with a (*) came from this post by @treenissanderssidesstuff which I found to be fun alternatives. Edit: All Sides/Nico shipnames were made by me (as were the King/Roman and Remus ones), as I haven't found any elsewhere. If you have your own ideas for them, please message me!

1) Patton / Roman - Royality, Royalty*

2) Patton / Logan - Logicality, Motivate *

3) Patton / Virgil - Moxiety, Moxie*

4) Patton / Janus - Moceit, Patceit, Dogma*

5) Patton / Remus - Intruality, Momus, Moduke, Duality*

6) Patton / Thomas - Patmas, Thomality

7) Patton / Nico - Patco, Nitton

8) Patton / King - Moking

9) Patton / Orange - Pange, Oratton, Morange

10) Roman / Logan - Logince, Procudure*

11) Roman / Virgil - Prinxiety, Proximate*

12) Roman / Janus - Roceit, Princeit, Drama Club*

13) Roman / Remus - Remrom, Romrem

! For platonic/familial relationship, please use Creativitwins!

14) Roman / Thomas - Romthom, Romas

15) Roman / Nico - Roco, Niman

16) Roman / King - Roking, Romking, Kingman

17) Roman /Orange - Rorange, Pringe

18) Logan / Virgil - Analogical, Analog*

19) Logan / Janus - Loceit, Decipher

20) Logan / Remus - Intrulogical, Lomus, Reproductive*

21) Logan / Thomas - Lomas

22) Logan / Nico - Loco, Nigan

23) Logan / King - Loking

24) Logan / Orange - Lorange, Logange, Loge

25) Virgil / Janus - Anxceit, Hissterics*

26) Virgil / Remus - Dukexiety, Vimus, Virus*

27) Virgil / Thomas - Thvi, Thomxiety

28) Virgil / Nico - Vico, Nirgil

29) Virgil / King - Kingxiety, Viking

30) Virgil / Orange - Anxange, Virange, Orgil

31) Janus / Remus - Dukeceit, Demus, Remceit, Receit*, Intruceit, Trashnoodle

32) Janus / Thomas - Thomceit

33) Janus / Nico - Janico, Ninus

34) Janus / King - Kingceit

35) Janus / Orange - Oranceit, Jange

36) Remus / Thomas - Intrumas

37) Remus / Nico - Remco, Nimus

38) Remus / King - Intruking, Kingmus

39) Remus / Orange - Intruorange, Intrange

40) Thomas / Nico - Karrot Kings, Pintroverts

41) Thomas / King - Kingmas

42) Thomas / Orange - Thorange, Thomge

43) Nico / King - Kingco, Nicing, Nicoking

44) Nico / Orange - Nicorange

45) King / Orange - Kingange, Kirange

[dweeborg]

Original Comic by @soup-erb (for some reason it’s not letting me @ them in the normal way)

I did not come up with this joke (see links above), but this is my drawing.

[surohsopsisofclouds]

Tada! I've been working on this one for a while~ it was really fun!

[katt-katt]

“The number of idiots is infinite” a quote a feel in my heart everyday. I thought it would be fun, since all of the dark sides thus far have Latin names, that maybe they know a tiny bit of Latin. I didn’t take Latin classes for nothing, so I’ll use it here.

(Edit: Omg I forgot Remus’ gray streak I’m so sorry, I was saving it for last and I forgot)

[on-fic-writing-spree]

A prompt that's on the fluffier side:

"You've been running for so long, it's time to take a break, darling. Let someone else take care of you for once."

(Soulmate au gone wrong, cause I said so) warnings for ments of drinking, very vague, not negative

Remus hadn’t exactly had the brightest past. He wasn’t proud of it, and he didn’t like talking about it, despite normally being an open book. Maybe that was why he ran. He was tired of everyone knowing everything. Tired of everyone pretending they knew him.

The morning after a late drunk night, Janus had found the poor thing sleeping in his car, sleeping in a hotel parking lot with their head on the wheel. He had lightly knocked on the window, only for Remus to sprint up, slamming their head back against the car seat before they looked around, tired eyes landing on Janus. He huffed softly. Probably a hotel manager or something, wanting him to leave the premises. He rolled down the window, already opening his mouth to speak, but Janus cut in before him.

“How long has it been since you slept in an actual bed?” He asked.

Remus’s eyebrows rose at that in a bit of surprise. He didn’t know why it mattered to the stranger. He purses his lips, looking back at his dashboard vaguely, just not wanting to look at the stranger. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “Three, four weeks maybe?”

The man frowned at the response. “Want me to buy you a room?” he offered. “I’m assuming you’re not looking for a stranger’s couch to sleep on,” he muttered under his breath.

“Please?” Remus choked out, looking back to the other, not sure why the word was so difficult to get out. “Either is fine. It’s just be... nice not to have to sleep in my car for a night,” he mumbled.

The man flashed a short and kind smile. “I’m Janus. Follow behind my car. It was the one parked next to yours,” he remarked before standing up straight again and walking behind the car, heading to his own. He drove for about fifteen minutes down the road before turning, checking in his rear view mirror to make sure Remus was still following.

He parked his car in the driveway to his house, Remus parking on the edge of the street. Remus didn’t exactly trust Janus, but he didn’t exactly care at this point as he followed Janus into the house. He stood awkwardly as Janus shut the door behind him then turned on the lights. “Kick off your shoes and make yourself at home. I’ll get you some blankets.” As Janus left, Remus still felt awkward, and he was honestly considering just walking back out the door. But he kicked off his shoes, too tempted by the idea of sleeping with an actual blanket in a half-comfy place. He sat down on the couch, bouncing his leg as he waited for Janus to come back.

Soon enough, Janus did come back, blankets in tow. He set the small stack on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Now you didn’t actually think I was going to have you sleep on the couch, were you? My bed’s empty. You can take it while I start cooking you a hot meal,” Janus murmured. “Bathroom is connected right to it, if you want to shower or anything—“

“No, no thank you. The couch is fine. You don’t have to do any of that,” Remus finally interjected with. “You’re doing plenty by giving me a place to rest up.” Janus, though slightly upset at the response, nodded. He understood what it was like not to want to ask for help. He passed Remus the blankets, who politely only took one before laying down on the couch, in a somewhat curled position to fit their lengthy body. They were out in a few minutes tops, and Janus laid an extra blanket across the man.

By the time a few hours passed, Remus had began to stir. Janus had been cooking in the kitchen, because even if Remus still refused the extra help, he had to eat too. Remus gently pushed his blankets away and sat up. Would it be rude to just leave? Should he say a goodbye? He wasn’t exactly sure what the protocol for this was. Hell, maybe he should’ve pretended to be asleep. But he could hear Janus in the nearby room and stood up, wandering over. Janus tapped the cooking untensil against the pot, letting a few bits of the food drip back into it before setting it on a napkin on the counter. “Good to see you’re up, dinner’s almost done,” he said, turning to face Remus with a smile. “I don’t believe I ever caught your name? Is there something you’d like to be called?”

Remus was still unsure why the stranger hadn’t just kicked him out, but he couldn’t exactly deny the way his stomach growled when he smelled Janus’s delicious cooking. Maybe it wasn’t that yummy, but Remus was practically starving, anything edible would be good with him. “I, uh, Remus. I’m Remus,” he answered.

“Well then, Remus,” Janus started, “care to join me for a chat and dinner? I’m sure you’ve got a story behind that pretty face.”

Remus blinked, still honestly unsure of his perception of reality at the moment. Did Janus really just say he had a pretty face? Remus wouldn’t have ever thought so. “Sure. Yeah. That sounds good,” he answered, moving to take a seat at one of the chairs at the dining room table. Pour your heart out to a stranger in exchange for a hot meal? It sounded like a fair deal to Remus. At least it’d provide the man some entertainment.

Oddly, Janus didn’t ask too many questions, more concerned with reminding Remus to “eat up.” But from what Janus had gathered, Remus had decided he wasn’t a good enough partner for his last lover, ditched the town, and didn’t plan on ever looking back. Well, at least in Remus’s view of it all. Janus couldn’t help but doubt that Remus was leaving because he wasn’t good enough. He just didn’t seem good at love in the first place.

When the meal was finished, Remus thanked the other, deciding against asking for a second helping. But Janus already seemed to be a bit of a mind reader, or maybe he could just guess by how long the man had been sleeping in his car. “Would you like a second bowl?” he asked. Remus had answered a “no, thank you” in response, already sure he’d taken up far too much of Janus’s day. Somehow, in some odd way, Janus had convinced him to stay, just a while longer, but Remus didn’t stay for most of the day. He’d come back at night to sleep, but he was absolutely beyond minimalist with his needs. Remus still refused to sleep anywhere except the couch, though Janus offered his bed numerous times. Janus hadn’t ever minded the other’s company, he just wished he’d stop being so stubborn.

So a few months into this schedule, Janus had caught Remus in the early morning, convincing him to stay for breakfast. Which was just a trap, but Remus sort of already guessed as much. “Remus, can I be honest with you?” Janus asked.

“I don’t see why not,” Remus remarked bluntly, getting up to put his cereal bowl in the sink, rinsing it out while he was there.

Janus nodded slowly, trying to pick his next words carefully. “I think you’re running because you’re more scared to mess things up than you actually have messed things up.” He paused for a moment, watching as Remus turned back to him, clear frown on his face.

“I did not run away because I was scared!”

Janus stood, stepping up close to the other, but still an good few inches away. “I think you don’t want to admit you’re scared to ask for help too. You screwed up something good already. You don’t want to screw something else up,” Janus added, careful to be gentle with the way he spoke, though he knew the words themselves weren’t.

“Janus,” the other hissed, crossing his arms and looking away from the other. “Stop. It.”

A total hit, Janus could guess. “You’ve been running for so long, darling. It’s time to take a break. Let someone else take care of you for once,” he whispered softly, reaching to tilt Remus’s face back towards him. And Remus’s eyes began to water, his bottom lip quivering, never good at hiding his feelings. He allowed for Janus to pull him into a hug, tight and comforting as he let out a few quiet sobs.

Remus would get better. Janus would make sure of it.

[leoninekelter]

Pff, Demus isnt OTP, why do you ask?

*quickly grabs sketchbooks, shuts it and hides it behind back*

I'm a multishipper, but Demus is one of my all time favorites! Its suck a cute dynamic. Platonically or romantically, it's like Harley Quinn and the Joker but way healthier as a relationship. I think they're great together :)

More art for other ships (and more demus) is coming :D

Please like, comment, and/or reblog! It's important to show artist appreciation. Especially when they have two mental disorders and stayed up all night making these...

Is signed, dont steal >:( you can repost though, with credit.

[remrom-shipper]

unlovable part 5

last chapter - next chapter

Warnings: this contains spoilers to the latest episode, i will not tag it as ts spoilers thought. violence. do NOT tag as unsympathetic anyone, there are no unsympathetic characters!! they just make mistakes and get angry.

 Remus left his brothers room with a small twinge of guilt. he felt like he was just doing something wrong. Roman was so lonely and he just wanted to help...maybe Roman knew his secret and that’s why he felt awkward around Remus. the thought alone made the duke cringe and feel awful. 

he left to his room and got his stuff ready for the video, well more like possibly being alone during the video. he waited until Dee left to start his breakdown. he felt like he messed up with his brother, really the only side other than Dee that cared for him. 

Remus decided to stop moping around and got up, going to the living room where he found Logan and Dee sitting there. ‘i thought you two left?’ he asked when he got his attention. “i decided it would be best if i didnt show up. Deceit and i made a plan that if i feel like no one will listen to what needs to be said, i will let him take over for me.”

Remus nods. “i wont get them to listen to reason, Logan.” the snake promised. Logan let out a defeated sigh. Virgil, who had been laying on the couch, came up to Remus, “wanna go hang out in the imagination and watch this go down?” Remus looked eager and nods happily.

they watched the video as it happened and watched as Logan gets replaced with deceit. they saw Patton have his breakdown and turn into a frog. they were freaked out and near panicking until they saw Deceit calm everything down. they watched as Roman finally got upset at Dee for manipulating him twice.

they watched as Janus told them their names and when Roman laughed at it. finally they watched as Janus compared Roman to Remus and called him evil. he thought Remus was...Evil? Remus left the room with tears in his eyes and a scream lodged in his throat. he quickly started ripping apart every gift Deceit gave him. he sat in his room for a few more minutes before hearing the knock on the door. he summoned his morning star and opened the door. 

“Remus....i’m so sorry.”

[ambiguousanodyne]

Just an idea

Remus and Deceit bond over eating rodents.

[inlustris-sys]

Send Asks of Sanders Sides drabbles you want me to write! It can be angst or fluff i just really wanna write lmao

What i need:

Ship

Prompt: can be a quote you want me to use, or a simple idea :)

[roman-sing-despacito]

Its too cute 💕

sedentary

summary: deceit is tired. remy is warm. ship: remceit (remy/deceit). platonic or romantic. warnings: sympathetic deceit notes: i had an extremely soft dream and decided it needed to be written. consider this a bonus of the Softest series (more of which you can find here)! i myself was very tired when i wrote this so apologies if it doesn’t make sense. @fandersfic-deceit / @5am-the-foxing-hour / @doodlesxkiwi

(“This is a terrible idea,” Virgil whispered to Patton.

“Aw, it’ll be okay, kiddo! I trust them!” Patton reassured, patting him on the head.)

It turned out Patton’s trust in Deceit and Remy was not entirely misplaced. They actually took care of everything that needed to be dealt with in the mindscape with surprising efficiency. Remy was working well, having apparently caught up on all the rest he needed beforehand, and some sort of caffeinated tea in his tumbler. Deceit really did have the best intentions in mind for Thomas, even if it sometimes didn’t seem like it, and mostly just wanted to get this all over with, so he could go take a nap.

Keep reading

[treenissanderssidesstuff]

Alternative Ship Names

Hey hey hey, do you like the sides? Do you like spreadsheets? (I'm looking at you Logan stans!) Do you like ships? (Platonic or romantic of course.)

Guess what.

My friend @typically-untypical and I worked (and by that I mean they did all of the work while I made dumb jokes) on a list of alternative ship names because we thought it'd be interesting.

I have no idea if anyone will actually want to use any of these alternative names, but I thought I'd put it out there for you guys. They also did extra work to see the logistics of the different ships on a03 as of 7/27/21.

Some of them aren't very different from the originals, we were just harkening back to the days that ship names were actual words.

(For those of you questioning "Why 'Receit?'" I thought the fact that it sounded like Receipt was fun :P)

[korruptbrekker]

Are there any ships? Romantic or platonic?

There are. This is primarily a Prinxiety story (I blame @infawrit10 for converting me /t) but there is some side Remile. As for the other's I'm not sure yet. There's definitely familial Receit/Anareceit, but I don't know about Logan and Patton as of yet.