#tw: sympathetic deceit

[whqreforstevengrant]

just some mommies for the HS AU

[lily-janus]

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Au: mindscape

Pairing (/p): creativitwins

"You've never hurt me. Never."

The Play

Summary: Roman asks for Remus' help... don't worry, it goes better than you think.

Pairing: platonic creativitwins

Warnings: Remus being Remus, sexual innuendos, lots of cursing, angst, yelling, blood mention, self degrading, weapon mention, very brief non-descriptive violence. Lemme know if I missed any.

Word count: 2,125

Thank you for the request! First time trying this kind of premise so hope it turned out okay! Enjoy!

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C'mon… it's no big deal! Just walk inside dammit! You do it all the time to all the sides' rooms! Just burst in without a care in the world like always!

…so what if you didn't didn't talk one on one since forever? It's no biggie, right? You don't care about anything, especially not others' opinions! And especially not his-

"Remus?"

Remus jumped, startled out of his thoughts, and turned to look as his favorite snake.

Janus looked at the door Remus had been staring at for who-knows-how-long, then at Remus, and frowned.

"Something I should know?" He asked, probing, but gently probing, as always seeming to pick up on Remus' hesitation.

Remus forced a grin and shook his head. "Nope! All good here!" 

He wasn't buying it, he knew he wouldn't, but it's not like he's going to talk about it here and now either.

Janus sighed. "If you say so, you know where to find me if it's not." And with a gentle brush on Remus' shoulder, he continued on his way.

And dammit the stupid snake always knew what to say didn't he? Whatever happens in there… he's got good ol' Janny.

He took one deep breath and swung open the door with as much flourish as he could master!

"I'm hereee!" He sang as he entered the room, shutting the door loudly behind him.

"Geez u scared the living shakespeer out of me, Remus!" Roman startled, putting a hand on his heart.

Remus cackled. "Awesome!"

Roman breathed out a sigh. "I'm regretting this already…" he grumbled.

"Too late! You made the mistake of inviting me!" Remus grinned, pretending Roman's comment didn't sting… because it didn't of course.

"I did… to be honest I didn't think you'd come…" Roman confessed.

"Aww how can I refuse an invite from my dearest brother?" Remus teased.

Roman huffed. "An invite for 5 hours ago, and you don't have a great record of listening to… well, anything."

Remus shrugged. "Welp! I came whether you like it or not… Why did you invite me, by the way?" The question sounded way more hesitant than Remus intended.

Roman bit his lip. "Well I… I just wanted to ask you um…" he took a deep breath. "I need your help with a project okay?" He finally said.

Remus blinked. "My help? Like… me specifically?"

Roman nodded.

"What? You're writing smut or something? I can for sure help with that!" Remus offered with a mischievous grin.

Roman blushed furiously. "No!" He squeaked. "Not that geez um… how do I explain this…" he muttered to himself.

"You see, I wrote a play and it turned out… fine I guess, but it still felt like it's missing something, so naturally I asked the others for feedback… they tried their best, bless them, but they're not artists… they don't get it you know? What I'm saying is… you're kind of my only hope right now." He explained.

"Oh! You need my creative wisdom! Well why didn't you just say so? Let me see your sappy play then!" Remus reached out his hands to take it.

"I didn't say it was sappy!" Roman protested but handed over the play anyway.

"You didn't need to, Ro-Ro, you wrote it." Remus cackled at Roman's pout before turning his attention to the pages in his hands.

Silence followed as Remus read, Roman looking over his shoulder anxiously to see where he was, until he finally finished and looked up.

"You're right, bro, it is missing something…" he tapped his chin, thinking.

"Right? I tried telling them but all Patton did is tell me that it's great and I should give myself more credit, all Logan did was say the 'structure' or whatever was good and fixed some grammar mistakes and Virgil said, and I quote: 'not really an expert on plays but I think it's pretty good'. Which is sweet of them but again, not really helping." Roman sputtered in frustration, putting his face in his hands.

"This needs to be ready tomorrow and I just… I don't know what to do! I can't give it to Thomas when it's like this!" Roman threw his hands in the air theatricaly, looking at Remus pleadingly.

"Calm your tits bro, fuck, your play's fine, just needs some little twicks and it's perfect." Remus rolled his eyes, handing it back to Roman.

"You… you think so?" Roman took it hesitantly.

"Tell you what, let's just try and act it out and see if we get ideas on what to add." Remus suggested.

Roman gave him a funny look.

"What's with the face?" Remus questioned, refusing the urge to blush at the attention.

"That's… that's a great idea, Remus…" Roman said in disbelief.

Remus grinned, shimmying his shoulders. "All my ideas are, bro-Ro!"

Roman huffed a laugh. "We must have different memories then."

Remus waved his hand dismissively. "Eh, you're just boring as fuck sometimes…" he paused. "Though fucking is much more exciting." He cackled, volume increasing when Roman blushed a deep red.

"You're impossibl-"

"Impossibly sexy? I agree! Thanks for noticing!"

Roman shook his head with a tiny hint of a smile. "So are we doing this or what? Or are you stalling because you know I'm a better actor than you?" He teased with a proud smile that's just a shy away from Janus' signature smirk

Remus barked a laugh at that. "You wish." He snapped to conjure another copy of the play for him, looking at Roman, challenging.

Smiling, Roman cleared his throat, holding the script in front of him, and started.

…

Roman looked away with an expression of deep hurt. "I… I'm sorry brother, I failed you.." he said brokenly.

Remus tutted. "Oh no, not at all. You see, you were right, all I do is hurt people… there's no hope for me." He said darkly.

Roman shook his head. "No… no, it's not true! I… I shouldn't have said that, I didn't mean it… please, don't do this." He begged, reaching for him.

Remus chuckled. "You see? I even hurt you-"

"No!" Roman grabbed him by his shoulders, looking deeply into his eyes… Remus would have believed it if he didn't know they were acting…

"Listen to me, you've never hurt me. Never." 

Remus suddenly forgot his lines, choking a bit as he looked away.

"...Remus?"

Fuck why does he sounds like he actually cares?

Trying desperately not to shake, Remus glanced at the pages in his hands and delivered the next line.

But Roman shook his head, taking the play from him and setting it down on a chair gently.

"You can't lie to me, I can tell you're upset."

Remus huffed. "So what if I am? Since when do you care?"

Roman's face almost made him want to take it back… almost.

"All your stupid play's missing is a death scene, there, problem solved, happy ending, cheers and all that." He said emptily.

Roman looked confused for a moment before he saw Remus snap his fingers. His eyes widened. "Remus, wait-"

Was all he heard before he appeared back in his good ol' hell of a room.

He sighed, summoning his morning star and raising it for a strike, when he heard a pop behind him and swung there instinctively.

"Wha- hey! Watch out!"

He froze. "Ro? What the fuck are you doing here? Sneaking up on me like that?"

Roman huffed, dusting his perfectly clean and not-wrinkled clothes in indignation. "I was trying to check up on you, silly."

"Well you're about 7 years late, get the fuck out, unless you wanna find out what fun surprises I have here." He grinned maliciously.

Roman crossed his arm stubbornly. "No, I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong." 

"Fine! You wanna know what's wrong, Roman?" Remus snapped, waving his morning star carelessly.

"Yes, I do!" Roman shouted back.

"What's wrong is you suddenly pretending like you care how I feel when you made it very fucking clear in the past 7 years that you don't!" Remus spat.

"No… you don't understand I-"

"What's wrong, is you acting like everything's sunshine and rainbows when you know fucking well how it's not even close!" Remus cut him off.

"Remus I was try-"

"What's fucking wrong is that today is the first fucking time we hung out together in years! And it was just because you needed something from me! Did you even realize that? Or were you so caught up in your stupid fantasies and delusions that you didn't even notice?" Remus was shouting so loudly he could taste blood, but he didn't care.

"You're such a fucking pussy that you can't handle how fucking messed up the world is, you're even worse than your naive father figure! You disappear on me for years and suddenly act like you care? You're never there when I need you! Never! And you wonder what's wrong? What the fuck? You're so fucking blin-"

"I was trying to apologize!"

The room fell into a deafening silence, the only sound being the twin's heavy breathing.

Roman let out a big sigh dropping his gaze. "I… I didn't know how…" he swallowed. "I didn't know how to approach the subject… this was the best I could come up with…"

Remus blinked a few times, trying to process the words. "...what?"

"The play! Remus… the stupid play… I wrote it… about us… but with me trying to make things right… it was just a cover story so I can invite you and… apologize…" Roman explained weakly. "It was a dumb idea I know…" he added, clutching his arm tightly in shame.

The play…

"You've never hurt me. Never"...

Remus swallowed. "H-how accurate is the play?" He hated how shaky his voice was.

"As accurate as it can be." Roman shrugged, looking up to meet his eyes.

But Remus couldn't look back at him. "Why… why now?"

Roman bit his lip. "You were right… I was… I was too caught up in a fantasy to realize I abandoned you… but lately, things… happened. And they made me reflect on myself…" a sob escaped Roman's throat. "I'm such an ass Remus, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He buried his face in his hands, shaking with sobs.

Remus pinched himself, Roman was still there, he did again, nothing changed… Roman was here, apologizing for him. He's not dreaming, he's not imagining… he's here!

And yet… Remus couldn't forgive him… not yet at least.

Roman was still sobbing in front of him. "Okay, okay, c'mere you big sap." He pulled him into a rib-crushing bear hug that made him gasp for breath.

"Does… that mean you forgive me?" Roman asked hesitantly into his shoulder.

Remus cackled evilly. "Oh you sweet, naive Ro-Ro…" he shook his head, releasing him so he could see his wild grin. "You have so much to do to make it up to me."

Roman sighed but smiled anyway. "Guess I deserved that, I'll do my best, I love you, Re."

"Ew! Gross, gross gross! Get out of here before your sappy feelings stink up my room!" Remus covered his ears, shaking his head.

"But it's already stinky-"

"Out!" He snapped his fingers, banishing Roman outside.

"Rude!" He heard shouting on the other side of the door. And then he heard him walk away.

Remus shook his head, sighing in relief. "I love you too, Ro."

"Aw"

He jumped. "Fucking hell, Janny! How long have you been here?!" He shrieked.

"Not important." Jan waved his hand dismissively, smirking at him from where he sat on Remus' bed. "So, the big, scary Remus has feelings…" Janny teased, clearly delighted.

Remus huffed. "You're the one to talk, Sneky."

"I say this went better than expected." Janus, of course, ignored him, patting the space next to him.

Remus fell beside him, making the mattress bounce a little. "Were you worried about me, Jan-Jan?" He teased, poking him in the ribs.

Janus huffed a chuckle. "You wish, how long are you planning to keep him on the hook?" 

Remus grinned. "For as long as it's fun." He chuckled.

"Hmm now where did you get that from?" Jan smirked.

Remus cackled. "Gee I wonder."

Janus suddenly turned serious, looking Remus in the eye. "You have every right to stay mad, you know, I saw first hand how much he hurt you."

Remus looked away. "I know… but, I think I want to forgive him… eventually."

Janus nodded. "Alright, just don't feel obligated to. I'll let you sleep now, you know where I am if you need me." He squeezed his shoulder gently before disappearing.

Good ol' Janny, always there for him… and soon maybe Roman would too… who would have thought…

Certainly not Remus.

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

[ID: a reply from tumblr user pathos-logical saying “Oh my god remember “tw deceit” ....” /End ID]

Dark ages, I tell you. Not to mention that whole mess eventually spawned the “sympathetic vs. unsympathetic” tags

Just sitting here thinking we've gone a long way since 2018 when Janus was first introduced. Y'all who werent there don't understand, Janus enjoyers were out there on the front lines fighting for our lives, I would've never been in this fandom if I wasn't driven to write the nuanced character study fic that he deserved

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

Blurred Lines

Prompt: Deceit has disguised himself as Patton multiple times off camera as well but it's gotten to the point where Patton's started to forget his identity and not believe he is himself

(credit to @bug-infested-demon for this prompt which you can find here<3)

Ship: platonic moxiety

CW/TW: derealization, a quite literal identity crisis, mention of past panic attacks in detail

Summary: a few weeks after “Can LYING Be Good??” Patton starts to have an identity crisis after Janus disguises himself as him again.

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Patton was swimming. No, not literally. In his thoughts, in his head.

He had laid in an unmade bed with unkempt hair wearing the same black and white snoopy shirt and black shorts for two days straight, stuck inside of his mind while the others attempted desperately to care for Thomas.

He stared at the ceiling, watching the ceiling fan spin around and around and around, the cool breeze brushing against his face every so often.

He listened as the others argued in the commons. Janus had disguised himself as him again for the fourth time that week.

“Shut up!, you…you…” Roman blanked on an insulting nickname.

“Oh Roman, no need for the name calling today, can’t we all just have a polite discussion?” Janus said, voice as smooth and soft as a rock in a creek.

“Your chance for a polite discussion was thrown out the window when you decided to contribute by lying, again.” Virgil quipped, his voice becoming as sharp as a knife at the end of his sentence.

“Now now, Virg. No need to get snarky. I can practically see the malice on your tongue.” Janus replied, voice still soft, though sarcasm reeked off of it.

Virgil’s voice dipped an octave, sensing a disturbance in the environment. “Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that.” He spat firmly.

Janus just chuckled, loving how easy it was to get to the anxious side standing next to him.

“Janus, you have to know by now that—“ Logan began.

Patton didn’t hear the rest, he didn’t want to. He grabbed the pillow next to him and folded it over his ears, muffling out the sound.

That was until they started getting louder. No, not the others, his thoughts.

I’m not real. Am I real? Am I me? Do I exist?

The thoughts swirled around in his head, boiling up for weeks like an awful stew.

He sat up, staring in the mirror bolted onto his door. Photos of him and the others were carefully slid into the open space between glass and wooden outline, holding them in place so he could see them every time he’d get ready. He ignored them, looking into the mirror. He was so lost in thought it was almost as if he was staring past himself.

There were slight bags under his eyes, indicating he hadn’t slept for more than an hour at a time in the last 48 hours. He looked as white as a ghost, considering he hadn’t left his room or gone outside for any other reason than to use the bathroom.

In conclusion, he looked like a total wreck, and he couldn’t find it in himself to care enough to do something about it.

He raised a hand up to his face, touching it lightly.

…What if Thomas has no Morality?

Virgil appeared next to him, arms folded across his chest. Instead of his usual demeanor of dark edginess, he looked oddly..sympathetic, more worried than anything, really.

Patton didn’t bother looking at him, just gazed in the mirror, internally panicking. He was shaking a little.

Virgil couldn’t stand seeing Patton like this, all broken and with no one to defend him against himself.

“Pat..?” The name came out as a whisper. He cleared his throat, tried again. “Patton?”

Patton still didn’t make eye contact, but tears welled in his eyes. If he didn’t exist, then neither did Virgil, or any of the others.

Virgil sat on the bed next to the Moral side, looking at him intently. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Patton tried to speak, he wanted to. He hopelessly wanted to tell someone the thoughts in his head, but all that came out was a whimper with tears falling down his face.

Virgil gently turned Pattons head to face him. “Deep breaths, ‘Kay?” he said, compassionately.

Patton nodded, breathing in, then out. in, then out, until finally he had a grip on his emotions. Not that it mattered if he did or not, he wasn’t real.

“Don’t leave. I know you aren’t real but, please. I need this, you don’t understand how much this family means to me.” Patton begged, voice wobbly.

Virgil’s face scrunched in confusion and concern. “Not re— Patton, what are you talking about?” he held the side close to him, making sure his breathing stayed even.

“None of this is real,” he squeezed out, throat tight from holding back tears, “I don’t even think I’m me. And if I’m not me, than that means Janus is, and if Janus is me then that means that Thomas had no morality in the first place and I’m probably something Roman just conjured up in the imagination and—“

“Patton, oh my god, no, no.“ he held him tighter, “you’re real. This is all real, okay?” He said frantically, cutting off the others spiral.

“You are not something that was just made up, Pat. Do you feel the carpet under your feet? That’s real. It’s okay, I promise.”

Patton nodded, “you’re sure…? Because Janus—“

Virgil shook his head, “I couldn’t care less about Janus right now. We’ll definitely be talking later, but I’m more focused on you, and yes I am extremely sure.”

He wanted to laugh at the word he used, ‘talking’, as if it wouldn’t be a full on screaming match.

Patton sniffled, “thank you.”

“Any time, bud” he responded, “and hey, Thomas does have a sense of Morality, or else you wouldn’t be here.”

Patton nodded, gripping on to the Anxious side a little, as if he was still unsure of what he was saying.

“I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.” Was all he could think to say.

and apparently it worked, Patton eased up his hold a bit, noticing how neither of them had magically faded into thin air. He laughed at himself for thinking something so unrealistic.

“…I’ve been there, you know.” Virgil quietly admitted, to which Patton raised a brow in question.

“Thinking about the whole not being real thing. It was the cause of a lot of my…outbursts, to put it lightly.”

Patton understood what he was trying to get at, the massive panic attacks he used to have. He would find him in the bathroom curled up in the shower in the middle of the night, sobbing. He didn’t like to think about it.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He said timidly, almost as if not to disturb the sadness of the memory and their conversation, a tiredness in his voice.

“Hey, it’s okay. I just want you to know that I get it.” Virgil rushed out, not trying to upset Patton further.

“Do you want me to go so you can sleep? Not to sound rude or anything, but it looks like you need it.” He asked, eyeing the bags under Pattons eyes and the exhausted look on his face, like he could barely keep his eyes open.

Patton said nothing, having gone limp in the others arms. He was as tired as Virgil thought.

He blew air out of his nose in amusement. “I’ll be here, don’t worry.” he whispered to the sleeping person in front of him. “I’ve got you.”

[dullahandyke]

Just remembered the whole tw sympathetic deceit debacle. My God what was that. Who let that happen

[hoardofhyperfixations]

Scarf|Deceitmber Day 3

Based on this

Notes: Yes, I did make a prompt about a scarf angsty. ⚠THIS IS ANGST WITH NO HAPPY END.⚠

Ships: Past Anxceit

“Here,” Anxiety lifted one of his shy smiles, stretching his arm out. Dangling from his hand was a hand-knit, yellow scarf with black snowflake designs on it. “Since you’re always so cold.”

Deceit carefully took it from him, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders. It smelled like Anxiety, like s’mores and campfires, like familiarity, like comfort--like home.

“It won’t help much, y’know,” he snorted, as if the gift didn't mean the world to him, “since I don’t produce a lot of body heat.”

“I could take it back if you don’t like it, then, if you wanna be an ass about it.”

“No!” Anxiety snickered at his reaction. “No, it’s mine now.” Deceit said quickly burying the lower half of his face in the soft fabric, his forked tongue darting out to smell more of it.

“Jeez, okay.” Anxiety fidgeted with his hoodie strings, rocking back and forth from his heels to the balls of his feet, the rubber of his sneakers squeaking against the floor.

“Wanna go watch a movie?”

“Only if it’s Nightmare Before Christmas.”

“Duh, what else would it be?” Deceit scoffed, voice muffled by the yellow fabric wrapped around him.

“Then yeah, let’s go, you dork.” Anxiety smiled again, and it made Deceit feel so much warmer than a scarf ever could.

The tears running down his face certainly didn’t help to warm him, the cold air biting at his exposed skin. Deceit buried his face in the scarf, his tears wetting the fabric slightly. The damp, rough texture hurt, but no more than the memories the gift brought back. After so many years of the use, the fabric had lost it’s softness and the color of it had dulled to a pale yellow and dark gray, and it no longer smelled so wonderful.

His stomach twisted.

Anx would never let him that close by choice, never again.

He wanted to puke.

It was cold. He was alone.

Anxiety had left him.

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[em-be-lievable]

The art of setting yourself on fire.

Title: The art of setting yourself on fire.

Words: 1200+

Warnings: Self loathing, Sympathetic Deceit

A/N: Don’t you dare @ me. If you’ve gone this long without knowing I’m Deceit Trash, then it’s on you boo. Huge spoiler warning for the latest episode, because this is my imagination screaming about what happened immediately after.

Summery: Deceit wasn’t an idiot. He knew he wasn’t a good side. He should just stay in his lane and be a villain, and honestly- he wanted to. It was far more gratifying to just be a moral foil and make theater puns. But they weren’t seeing what was right in front of them, and all of Thomas was suffering because of it.

That was the thing wasn’t it? They didn’t want to believe he was a part of Thomas. But he was, whether he liked it or not.

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Maybe it would have helped if he didn’t look like a ‘scooby doo villain’ and have half of a snake face. But, well, he wasn’t really good at hiding who he is. Especially considering that the last two times he pretended to be someone else he was completely unmasked.

Deceit sighed, taking off his hat and throwing it in the dark corner of his room. He didn’t even have the energy to make it to his bed, instead choosing to just lie face-first onto the floor and burying his cheek into the carpet.

This was so frustrating.

Maybe Logan wasn’t the best to impersonate. His mannerisms were arguably the hardest to narrow down. But who else would they listen to? For all the whining Logan does about not being heard, he’s most certainly the voice of reason for everything. And God, do they need a voice of reason right now. Thats why he still stuck around in Logan’s place after being discovered. He wanted to be that voice of reasoning.

Deceit wasn’t an idiot. He knew he wasn’t a good side. He should just stay in his lane and be a villain, and honestly- he wanted to. It was far more gratifying to just be a moral foil and make theater puns. But they weren’t seeing what was right in front of them, and all of Thomas was suffering because of it.

That was the thing wasn’t it? They didn’t want to believe he was a part of Thomas. But he was, whether he liked it or not.

And trust him, he’d rather not right now. Thomas has been dealing with a lot for the past few years. Patton was still in the process of moving on from Guys and Dolls, Virgil was fighting his insecurity and healing from being a villain for a long time, Roman wasn’t feeling good enough, Logan wasn’t feeling heard. It was just problem, after problem, after problem.

He just wanted a break. He just wanted Thomas to admit he was lying to himself and that he didn’t want to forfeit one of his dreams to go to a wedding that would make him even more miserable. He leapt through loop after loop just trying to get him to admit it.

And what did they do? Choose to go anyway. Because it was ‘morally’ right.

It didn’t matter it would make Thomas sad. It didn’t matter that he was giving up his dream. It didn’t matter that this would further his career and lead to bigger opportunities. The wedding came first.

It felt so self-sabotaging. Why were they so content with hurting?

Deceit sighed heavily, turning his face and thumping his forehead into the carpet. He thought for a moment about crying, but it seemed a little too dramatic for the moment. He wasn’t sad, he was just, frustrated. Frustrated and hurt.

Why wouldn’t the just see the point? Why did he have to yell? Why did he have to go to just great lengths to have a stake in this conversation?

Why did they still miss the point?

The answer was obvious; he was Deceit. He was the snake tempting Eve with the apple. He was lies, and everything negative that Thomas didn’t want to believe he had in himself.

But was that really all he was? Right now it didn’t feel like it. Sure, Thomas was being selfish for not wanting to go to the wedding. But was that really such a terrible thing? Was it really so bad to act in your own best interest for once?

Why did they always set themselves on fire to keep others warm? This level of self-sacrifice didn’t make any sense.

He didn’t even say they should lie- Roman did. Because Roman really wanted this.

God. Roman.

Deceit grimaced. He couldn’t help but feel for the side. Roman hadn’t been feeling great for a while- if the previous videos and quiet quips said anything. Behind all the grandeur Roman had been taking hit after hit. Feeling bad for his part in the Guys and Dolls fiasco. Feeling inadequate for his ideas not being good enough. Feeling rushed and small under Logan’s crazy ideals. A bright star being outshined by the shrouds of reality.

It hurt to watch. After all, Roman was a part of them too. This win would have really meant a lot to him. And he gave it up. Because Patton said it was right, and Patton by virtue of being morality, was always in the right

Not that there was really a ‘right’ in this scenario. Someone was bound to get hurt no matter what. But because of who Thomas was, it seemed better to hurt himself than other people.

Deceit glared at the little woven fibers that made up the floor, the bitter taste of resentment curling on the back of his tongue. He almost had a mind to go to Pat and yell at him. Saying for once Thomas’s morals were pointing him in the wrong direction. That none of this felt right for any of them, and he was stupid for trying to take the high ground.

But, it was unlikely that Patton would listen. He was Dee’s anthesis in all of this. He had no reason too.

With a groan, Deceit turned on his back, looking up at the shining plastic stars he had tacked to his ceiling. He felt heavy. There was a restlessness in his core that refused to let this go, but a weariness in his bones that didn’t have the energy to try again. This was all just so fucking depressing. He won the argument but lost his message. And now nobody felt good.

He had half a mind to duck out (quack.) Have a silent moment of retaliation and show them all what it was for Thomas to stop trying to lie. To have him spill out every awful unfiltered thought with no one to hide them. To show them all why he existed, what his purpose was, who he was.

But he couldn’t do that, because it would hurt Thomas- and by extension him. And that wasn’t his goal. His goal was gratification. To end this cycle of hurt that kept cropping up. To give them a break from their problems.

He just wanted to protect Thomas from hurting anymore.

And that really was it. The reason why he existed at all. If honesty didn’t hurt, then nobody would lie. If there wasn’t a fear from being shunned, or angering people, or those stupid societal ‘boogeymen’ that everyone was living in fear of- he could just not be.

Not being sounded really nice right now. Going back to being a mere concept, in the back of the mind palace only whispering ‘what if’s’ to no one.

But no. The monster in the closet was a threat. People lied all the time. And everything hurt.

Deceit sighed. This sucked.

He didn’t know how long he laid there, staring at nothing and thinking circles into the floor. Going over what happened, where he went wrong, and what he could do differently. It exhausted him in a way that made a five kilometer run look easy. But eventually he peeled himself off the floor, through with wallowing in pity.

He went back to his desk, and back to the ‘figurative’ drawing board. He had a job to do after all, and laying on the floor wouldn’t accomplish anything.

Hopefully, with enough effort, he would put out the fire they started and let Thomas be happy.

Hopefully.

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[buginabog]

Enemy's Kiss

Summary: Roman is having feelings he probably shouldn't.

Pairing: Roceit

Warnings: sympathetic deceit

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Roman rolled over in his bed for the fiftieth time that night. He looked at the clock, "3:58 am" he should probably get to sleep. But he couldnt. He couldnt get that damn snake out of his head.

His fake flirting. His smug smile. Every smile and laugh and compliment. All his empty words and encouragement that meant nothing.

So why did it mean so much?

Roman loved Deceit. Why? To be honest... Roman had no idea either. The snake was so... evil! He was the epitome of a villian! And yet... and yet...

And yet Roman couldnt forget those beautiful mismatched eyes, those scales that glinted in the light, the confident smile that spread across his face.

Roman groaned as he closed his eyes. Why him of all people? Patton, Virgil, hell, even LOGAN would be a better person to fall in love with.

Roman turned over again. It was going to be a long night.

-

The next morning, Roman walked down tired and bleary-eyed. He saw Virgil at the coffee maker and pushed him out of the way, grabbing the pot from him.

"Dude, rude much?"

"Mmmmmmfuck off. I'm tired."

Pattons voice sounded from behind him, "what kept you up all night?"

Roman froze, "ah, um... art"

Virgil snorted, "sure."

Roman turned around, trying not to show panic on his face. Did Virgil know? What if he hated him? He hated Deceit after all, and if he found out that Roman... "what do you mean?"

Virgi smirked, "I'm just saying, 'art', may go by the name of Logan."

Roman burst out laughing, "you... you Logan and I-? Oh! This is just too good!"

Deceit walked in, "good night everyone." He mumbled.

Virgil hissed at him warningly, but left him alone.

Patton shrugged, "I dont know kiddo, you and Logan have been spending a lot of time together..."

Roman may have been imagining it, but he thought he saw Deceits back stiffen... ever so slightly.

"Well... we're not dating. If that's what you think."

Virgil shrugged, "I dunno man, you guys would look cute together."

Deceit walked out suddenly.

Virgil smiled, "finally! I thought he would never leave!"

Roman looked at the door Deceit had left through. And he thought that he had seen something wet flash on Deceits scaly cheek.

-

Roman sketched idly as he tried to think of a new video idea. When he finally looked at his sketch, he realized he had inadvertently drawn Deceit... again.

Deceit appeared in his room, "goodbye Roman."

Roman turned around, trying to disguise his delight at the scaly sides appearance in his room. "Hello Dr Jekyll and Mr Lied."

Deceit raised an eyebrow, "...you've never used that before."

Roman shrugged, "ah... well. I've been busy."

Deciet crossed his arms, "yeah, Logan sure isnt a handful, huh?"

Roman looked back in confusion, "...whatever do you mean?"

Deceit shrugged, "well, yknow, a boyfriend like that..."

Roman groaned, "ugh! Logan is not my boyfriend!"

"As if youd lie to me."

"Why is this such a big deal to you!"

Deceit frowned, "no reason."

"Aha! So there is a reason!" Roman grinned triumphantly.

Deceit sighed, "...no."

Roman frowned and rested his arms on the back of his chair, and then rested his head in his arms, "c'mon, spill."

"...youd love me."

"Nothing could make me hate you."

Deceits human half blushed, and so did Roman once he realized what he had said, "UH! I MEAN- I DONT- ahhhhh." Roman face palmed and groaned in embarrassment.

Deceit gently pulled his hands away, "...There isnt something I've been meaning to tell you..."

Roman looked at him, "...what?"

Deceit looked into his eyes, and said, "I... Love... you..." he said each word like it pained him.

Roman's eyes widened in horror, "you... you hate me?"

Deceit looked like he was about to cry, "yes yes yes! I meant that!"

Roman's eyes widened, "Deceit... you-?"

Deceit nodded, "no." He said softly.

Roman smiled brightly, "well then, mi amor, would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?"

"No."

Roman smiled aand leaned in. Deceit sensed what he wanted and leaned in too. Their lips met in the middle and Roman smiled.

It was a kiss from an enemy, and it was wonderful.

[thestrangedino]

A happy birthday to a very special snake!! 

I love him too much NOT to make him a gift.

@thatsthat24

Bonus:

-Do NOT repost my art please!!-

[monstertownau]

Sleep Tight

Jup, it has been way to long. But we are back! With our favorite sleepy boy! Enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, Sympathetic Deceit

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“Remy, you forgot your shift. Again!” Tobias said. Remy just shrugged.

“Most peeps in my district are college students anyway. They could use the few extra hours to work. Plus I needed some Starbies”

“This is the fifth time Remy! In a month! Humans can’t function without sleep. It is our job to provide for that!”

“And I can’t function without my coffee,”

“Remy! Listen to me! This is your responsibility, your job!” “And did I ever choose for this job? No!” Remy slipped down his sunglasses to show his sand filled eyes. “I just woke up, and some stupid god, or rather no, some demon, decided I should become some kind of a freak!” The last words were more of a sob, really.

Tobias frowned at first, before the realisation hit him. It was that day… Of course. He should have been more thoughtful… He sighed.

“Look, Remy. Why don’t you go and sit with Darma for some time, yeah? I’ll see what I can do,” He sighed, putting a hand on the golden boy’s left shoulder. Remy stepped back, escaping his mentor’s hand, before storming into one of the bedrooms of the forest cabin they lived in.

The Naga was sitting on the bed playing with Noodle when Remy burst in.

“Trouble?” He asked, looking up at the Sandman. Remy huffed, which was the answer Darma was looking for. He stood up to put Noodle away for a bit, waiting until Remy started talking.

“Just...” Remy trailed off for a bit, “Dee, How are you okay with being away from your family?”

“What makes you want to know, sandbrain?”

Remy rubbed his temples.

“Don’t. Today is not a good day, Dee.”

Darma saw by the look on his friends face how serious it was. He put down Noodle, giving the snake a warning look before walking back to the bed and sat next to his friend. After a moment of silence he started speaking.

“I miss them. I know I was young when I got here, but I regret the mistake every day,”  Darma laughed sadly, “I don’t remember my mother's voice anymore, and when I try to think of her, I only see a blurry image. I don’t know if I had a father or siblings. I may look like I’m okay, but I’m not.”

Remy looked up to see a few tears streaming down the Naga’s face. As soon as Darma noticed his friend looking at him, he quickly wiped away the tears.

“That was… surprisingly honest for a man named Deceit,” Remy teased, poking his friend in the side.

“Shut up. And that's not even my name, just some stupid nickname you gave me!”

“Awh, you love it and you know it,”

Darma felt his cheek flush in shame and decided to flip the board on Remy.

“I was honest, now it’s your turn. So, what's up?”

Remy groaned.

“Just failed another night, that's all…”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Rems, I’ve known you for a long time now. I might be deceptive, but I also know when you are.”

“It is just… I was created on this day...”

“So… it’s your birthday? What’s so wrong about that?” Darma asked. Remy shook his head in answer.

“No, not my birthday. Quite the opposite actually,”

The Naga looked at him, many questions on his mind, but not daring to ask them. Remy sighed.

“Never mind. You wouldn’t understand anyway,”

Darma was ready to object when the door to the bedroom opened.

“Remy, I talked with the board. They are not taking away your duties,”

Tobias paused for a minute, looking down at the two boys. His boys.

“However, they are moving you to a new District.”

“What?!” Darma exclaimed. “You’re just going to let those assholes take him away?”

Tobias smiled sadly.

“Nothing I can do. Remy, pack your bags. You’re moving to Ashborn Falls, today.”

The mentor walked out of the room, leaving a confused Remy and a furious Darma.

“Well, I guess I need to go packing...” Remy mumbled after long silence. He had never met the board, but he knew they were extremely powerful. Nothing could change their mind.

“Hell no!” Darma said, grabbing Remy’s wrist.

“You know I can’t disobey their orders Dee.” Remy said, trying to pull away from the Naga’s grip.

“But I can,” Darma smirked.  “I’m coming with you, Sandworm.”

[skyeblackout]

@5am-the-foxing-hour It’s Deceit

I found an unopened pack of Batman silly bands so I opened them and I caN’T STOP LAUGHING BECAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S DANCING

slide to the right

slide to the left

take it back now y’all

CHA CHA REAL SMOOTH

[whqreforstevengrant]

Sander Sides Highschool AU

i’m gonna link the post with all the info here, so just come back to this later in the day of August 29th. I just wanted to put this massive glowup in my art out there.

yes this is a redraw of my original AU.

[aidensm8]

Welp, looks like we got a part 2 to that royal AU

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Logan: *gets mad*

Remus: What, gonna spank me?

Logan: *eyes go orange with rage and growls at him*

Remus: MAMA JAN, HELP HE GROWLED AT ME!

[sweetest-honeybee]

Bloop, Janus angst

[dullahandyke]

man you just awoke something in me bc i was a sanders sides watcher from like day 1 and i vividly remember the ‘unsympathetic sides’ shit. like wow. it was literally either ‘this characters can’t have flaws ever’ or ‘this character is an abuser’. no inbetween. one of the most deranged fandom experiences of all time.

LITERALLY like I'll be thinking about the TW Sympathetic Deceit shit until the day I die. The fandom got a menacing villainous character who they didn't see again for two YEARS and spent those two years building themselves a story space in which Deceit was a perpetrator of every kind of abuse possible, a one-size-fits-all villain for all your needs, and then we DID see him again and surprise surprise, he WASN'T that! But the fanon perception of him was so batshit skewed that people were uncomfortable to see him be treated as anything less than reprehensible (even as canon showed him as more and more sympathetic) that the community began to trigger tag it when he was... sympathetic. Not good, not the holy saviour that could do no wrong, just sympathetic. If you portrayed him as anything other than a mindless progenitor of hurt, then that was TW Sympathetic Deceit.

The fandom got themselves so worked up about a character that if you made him, like, a character, as the show itself was doing, it was trigger tagged. Shit was BANANAS.