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#loceit uni au
coconut-cluster · 9 months
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Logan has never regretted his decision to move off campus after freshman year. He lived in a dorm that first year, by requirement from the university - something about finding a community and getting used the campus, i.e. paying thousands more in room and board on top of tuition to fill the university's pockets - and sure, he'd been excited about it, to some extent. He met Patton and Roman and Virgil from the experience, and he'd gotten lucky with a room that looked out over the forest that surrounded the campus, much to his delight. It certainly could have been worse. But he was an only child who grew up with an entire townhouse mostly to himself - he needed his space. One can only stomach communal bathrooms for so long.
He was on his own when it came to financing an apartment, but after rooming with Patton for a year already and crunching the numbers of his scholarship reimbursements, it was the only logical option. Patton's eye for decorating and his own proclivity for Excel-spreadsheet budgets made the transition smooth, almost comfortable. He's never looked back.
He does, however, regret getting an apartment so damn far from campus.
By the time he's finished with editing the latest batch of articles and desperately craving caffeine, it's late evening, the sunset hidden by trees and a storm rolling over the hills outside his window. He pauses at his desk and hears the distant crash of thunder - it's perfect weather for coffee in front of the window-nook Patton's carved out with pillows and bookshelves. He could brew a pot now and be cozied up before the rain starts.
Patton's in the kitchen, though, with a singsong medley of dishes and off-key humming to the radio that drifts down the hall to Logan's room. Patton never minds company, but Logan minds the loose-limbed energy of Patton's cooking. Too many potholders to the face would put anyone on high alert. Besides, it's Thursday.
It's Thursday, and Logan chose an apartment light years away from campus, so he has to start driving now if he wants to catch the end of the evening shift.
Patton shoots him a bright smile as he cuts through the living room, raincoat and umbrella in hand.
"Going out?" he calls over the radio. Before Logan can answer, he glances at the calendar hung by the breakfast nook, and his smile colors with knowing. "Oh, Solipsis night. Get me a hot chocolate?"
Logan grabs his keys with a nod. "Cinnamon?"
"Yes sir-ee. Be safe on the roads, it's gonna come down real soon." Logan gives another nod, and just before he closes the door, Patton calls out with that knowing grin, "Give Jan a kiss from me!"
Logan slams the door before he can react.
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Solipsis is, in many ways, a college student's approximation of paradise. It's on the historic main street of the city, where all the buildings are entresol-style and made of old brick - the café sticks out against a row of random university offices, shedding golden light onto the street through a big window with its name painted in big, blocky letters. It's got two levels, connected by a winding metal staircase; the first floor stretches deep into the building, lined with big, oaken tables for study groups or impressive spreads of journals and textbooks and laptops. The second is a smaller loft, dotted with round tables where solo students hole themselves up for hours at a time in relative silence. The whole place is covered in hanging plants and warm bauble lights - it's ridiculously easy to forget how late it is when everything is golden and set to indie folk music. It's a genius business venture in a town full of exhausted college kids.
("It's pretentious," Janus insists, frequently. "Unfinished oak with iron stairs, I mean, Jesus, really? And calling it Solipsis- you can tell it's owned by some uppity philosophy student."
"You're an uppity philosophy student," Logan reminds him every time. He does not remind him that he willingly chose to work there in the first place.
Janus just rolls his eyes. "At least I've got taste.")
Regardless of taste (or lack thereof), Solipsis is a hotspot. Logan steps in just as evening thunder starts a steady beat outside, hardly surprised to see most of the tables occupied by students in various states of distress and exhaust.
Roasted coffee and rain mix as he takes a deep breath past the doorway. Behind the counter, a lone barista mans the espresso machine, pushing stray hairs out of her face and eyeing him like she'd rather he walk right back out the door than up to the counter. He pretends to read the sandwich board of specials and simply waits.
A moment later, the door to the back room flips open and Janus bustles over to the register, arms full of paper cups in neat towers. He ditched the black jacket he'd worn to class for the cafe's uniform apron, with the sleeves of his sweater - as they rarely are - pushed up to his elbows, baring his wrists, where the beaded friendship bracelet Patton made for him years ago sits. His face is set in a focused frown as he sets to restocking the counter.
Logan waits a moment longer at the specials board, giving Janus a minute to finish a stack before he ambles up to the register. Janus looks up - his hair is pushed back in a hurried swoop, a very Roman style that he's picked up in recent months - and the frown gives way to a familiar almost-smile.
"Oliveira," he sighs, grabbing two cups from the fresh stack and scribbling shorthand on their sides. "Come to harass me yet again in my place of work. Never a day's reprieve from your antics."
"I didn't say anything yet," Logan deadpans as he pays, "and I don't think ordering drinks at the ordering-drinks-establishment counts as harassment."
Janus tils his head with a saccharine smile. "You're so creative."
The barista working at the espresso machine takes the cups from his hands, pulling milk and syrups out with practiced speed, still eyeing Logan with thinly veiled disdain.
Janus joins her in mixing the drinks as Logan idles by the counter, with no one else lined up behind him to prompt movement. After a moment, Janus returns to his cup stacks, moving to restock the empty spots on the back wall. Logan eyes the clock above his head.
"You're here late," he comments, and Janus glances back before following his gaze to the time with a grimace.
"I agreed to stay a half hour longer," he says with an unmistakable air of regret. "They had a new hire close last night, and he majorly screwed up waste inventory- surprise, he wasn't trained before they stuck him on the shift, no clue how that happened." The other barista snorts. "Anyway, the manager opened this morning and lost their shit, said they're really cracking down on the closing checklist being done perfectly, whatever the hell that means. I stayed behind to get as much started for Freya as I could before I head out."
The other barista - Freya - looks completely dead-eyed at the prospect of closing, but she sends Janus a small smile regardless.
"Of course, the one night I stick around is the night it starts pouring," Janus huffs. It storms more than the sun shines here, but Logan just nods sympathetically, glancing out the window to find the rain has started up with a crack of lightning. He looks back as Freya slides two drinks across the counter to him, flashing a practiced, split-second smile in response to his nod.
He eyes Janus for a moment, blowing into the little hole on the lid of his drink to cool it down and listening to Janus' barely audible grumbling about his hair and his shoes and his forgetting an umbrella, somehow, until Logan pipes up, "Do you need a ride?"
Janus pauses - grumbling and stacking - and shoots a frown over his shoulder. "You drove here?"
"I always do, if I'm not coming from campus," says Logan. He gets a blank stare in return. "It's too far to walk from my apartment."
Instantly, cup stacking is no longer Janus' top priority. He turns to face Logan again, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. Freya swiftly takes over his task, sending a furtive glance at them as Janus studies him. "You drive here every week?"
"Yes."
Janus stares at him, really stares. "There's, like, five coffee shops near your apartment."
"Six, actually." There's even one on the first floor of his apartment building. It's stuffy and the coffee is always burnt. Cheap, though.
"You could walk to any of those."
"I suppose."
"Why are you wasting gas to come all the way here?"
"It's not a waste," Logan frowns, and Janus' eyebrows shoot up.
"Our coffee's not that good, Oliveira. I promise you can get a mint mocha at the place on 3rd-"
"I like your coffee."
Freya, now refilling lids, shoots a very overt, smug glance over her shoulder at Janus, but he doesn't look away from Logan. The lighting in the café is dim near the counter; Logan must be imagining the pink flush on Janus' face.
"My coffee," Janus repeats.
"Your coffee," Logan says with a nod, and Janus gets that same blank stare as before, uncomprehending. "The way you make it. It's not the same at other cafes." He lifts his cup, pushing the sleeve down with a small smile. "And other baristas don't do this."
Janus' eyes fall to the heart doodled under Oli, and the pink on his face deepens to a pretty red.
"Well," he putters, uncrossing his arms to smooth his apron, then crossing them again, then picking at a loose thread on his sleeve that conveniently tears his attention from the cup. Logan holds it up still. "They might, if you spent all your time bothering them at work. It's not my fault you've chosen me as the target of your idle drivel."
"Oh, of course." Logan entertains the idea of teasing him - there is this barista at the café in my building, they asked for my number once, I guess I could bother them - but instead he just sips his drink and watches Janus with a little smile. "I just prefer Solipsis, I suppose."
Janus unties his apron with a huff. "You're annoying."
"Very creative."
"Shut up."
He disappears into the backroom before Logan can respond, emerging a minute later with his bag and coat in hand. Freya waves goodbye as he stalks out past the counter and up to Logan. Like every Thursday - every Solipsis trip before, coffee in hand and Janus off work and the walk to his apartment a trip Logan silently insists on making with him - he's acutely aware of the stray hair falling in Janus' face, the pink still lingering under his freckles, the smell of coffee and caramel on him.
"Driving here in a storm just to torment me is ridiculous," Janus says, significantly more composed than before, haughty once more, "but lucky for you, walking home in this weather would be more ridiculous. So I will grace you with my presence and take the ride home."
Logan raises his eyebrows. "Oh, but I thought I was annoying-"
"I will steal your car."
"...Come on."
(Living so far off campus, at least, gives him this exchange to look forward to.)
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rainecreatesstuff · 3 years
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What I imagine @coconut-cluster​ ‘s Janus looks like from her Uni AU!! I had so much fun with this one, and I will never pass up the chance to draw some soft Janus. 
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pocket-void · 3 years
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God they’re SO STUPID. I love them so much @coconut-cluster it’s not even funny lmaoooo- Blame her for the Loceit binge I’m on pffft. >///< (I’m having a good time tho!!)
My brain couldn’t think up anything else rn for some reason, but this was the other dumb thing I wanted to draw last time so uh, enjoy? o///o
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djpurple3 · 3 years
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Diversity win! The two homosexuals in your philosophy paper are madly in love.
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armageddonouttahere · 3 years
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God Forbid He See An Ankle
So, I’ve recently become very invested in @coconut-cluster ‘s uni au because it’s fabulous and amazing, and I’m also trying to get into the habit of writing on a daily basis, so I thought why not take something I really enjoy and try to write about it? (based off this ask)
“Remus- dammit, hands off! No no no, don’t play that! It’s the wrong vibe!”
Janus watches in amusement as he sees Remus push himself forward again, reaching for the phone just out of grasp in Roman’s hand. He tries to preserve at least a little dignity when he ducks Remus’ flailing arms once Roman pushes him back yet again with a palm to the face.
“What’s the wrong vibe, Rome-bro? We’re celebrating!” Remus exclaims.
“Any song with the word ‘boner’ in it isn’t an appropriate mood.” Roman says firmly, shooting a look at Patton from the passenger’s seat. Patton looks like he is trying his best to stay focused on the road despite the chaos occurring in the minivan.
“You ruin all the fun. Isn’t that right, Virgil?” Remus crows, draping himself over the back of his seat to stare at Virgil- who was currently taking up the entire back row.
“Bold of you to assume this is fun,” came the dry response. Janus snorted, covering his face with his hand in an attempt to compose himself. As with any plan put together by these five, it was bound to be a disaster- well, not exactly a disaster, but the widely varying opinions between them usually allowed for making any normal outing completely chaotic and out of hand. Especially when Remus and Patton put their heads together.
“Oh come on, Virgil, don’t act like that!” Patton said in a cheerful chirp, turning into the parking garage of his and Logan’s apartment complex. After surprising Logan with their attendance, they all agreed to go out and celebrate after the successful competition. Logan, who had driven there in his own car, went back to Patton and his shared apartment, with Patton tailing close behind.
They all crowd through the doorway into the small apartment, cheers and congratulations bestowed on Logan, who seemed to be in his room. Janus walks in behind Virgil, watching in amusement as Roman tries to find a rhyme for ‘archery’. He supposes, out of all of his arch-rival’s mediocre talents, archery was one that he was… well. He wasn’t terrible.
Janus scoped the room, taking in everyone’s chatter when his eyes landed on Logan. In his room. Changing. Logan, in his room, changing. Changing out of his (snug, tight-fitting, sexy) hideous archery uniform and back into his regular clothes. 
Janus found himself moving forward into the doorway- without willing his feet to step forward. Janus greedily took in the line of Logan’s spine, the movement of his shoulder blades. The muscles shifting beneath his skin. Janus’ left hand twitched as the thought came, unbidden, to rest his palm on the back of Logan’s neck, feeling the movement for himself.
Then Logan finished putting on his shirt and turned around. The spell broke.
“Hello, Jan- uh, Peters,” said Logan, a smile on his face. The glow of victory made him much more amicable. Janus despised it. He had been shirtless. Shirtless. As in without a shirt. 
“Aswbjdbuh,” came Janus’ enlightening reply.
“Pardon?” Logan’s eyes twinkled in amusement as he picked up his glasses from the dresser and put them on, pushing them up into his hair. Soft-looking curls fell into his forehead anyway.
“Uhhhhh…” How witty. You’re an absolute moron. An utter fool  who - he was shirtless! Dear lord, he was… gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous. “I’ll be right back.”
Janus spun on his heel, praying his face wasn’t as red as he feared it might be. Walking at a brisk pace and making sure to look nowhere but the ground underneath his feet in an attempt to prevent himself from seeing any more glimpses of gorgeous people randomly taking their clothes off to specifically fuck with Janus. What he didn’t account for, however, was Roman’s ever-present talent for being an absolute asshole who won’t move out of the damn way.
“Where ya going, Janus?” He smiled, grin so wide he could give the Cheshire Cat a run for its money.
“Car.” Keep it short, keep it simple. If you don’t talk, you won’t accidentally say something mortifying... like how you noticed freckles on Logan’s shoulders. “Forgot something.” He pushed past Roman, prepared for some revealing and/or teasing comment.
“What did you forget? Some weak excuse to hide behind instead of confronting your feelings?”
Janus stumbled down the staircase like a drunk man, trying to keep his feet in a straight line. He was feeling very dizzy, something that probably required medical attention. Maybe he should leave, go see a doctor. In another country. Janus scrambled into the car and sat down, head in his hands.
This was a bad idea. Now left alone without distraction, Janus’ mind decided it didn’t have to stop thinking about Logan now. What would it be like to touch him? Feel his skin beneath your hands? Janus remembered how close they had been in the library, pictured the piercing stare of Logan’s eyes. New scenarios worked themselves out in Janus’ head, now filled with flexing biceps, shoulder blades, and back dimples.
A very, very embarrassing sound left Janus’ mouth when the door slid open with a bang. Virgil was behind it, somehow looking amused and disappointed at the same time.
“Ready to come back? We’re all getting ready to leave.” Virgil said. He stared at Janus like he knew every thought inside his head.
“No, I think I’ll stay here until everyone comes down.”
“Okay. I’ll leave you to your… thoughts.” Virgil began to close the door. “Oh, yeah. Lo asked about you. Wanted to know if you were feeling alright.”
Janus was so, so fucked.
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logically-asexual · 3 years
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thinking about human!au Logan being very good (according to himself) at concealing his emotions, and being aware of his bad habits but not knowing another alternative. and he meets Janus who is all graceful and calm all of the time and who Logan admires and loves so much.
and Logan is like i better not screw this up, trying his absolute best not to show how badly he has it inside his head, because he’s convinced that graceful, put-together Janus would never want to be with him if he found out.
except when they finally confess their feelings Logan is incredibly stressed because he has to be honest with Janus about who he really is and his flaws (the perfectionism, the impostor syndrome, the anxiety, the trauma left-over of having to be the best kid in every class, etc. + his perceived impossibility to change), he has to warn Janus before he regrets getting close to Logan.
but he is taken by surprise because Janus is like “it’s okay, i know.” // “you know??”
and Janus patiently explains to him that he has always noticed little things about Logan. that that’s why he always offers to buy him tea instead of coffee, or why he makes sure to call when he knows it’s a stressful time at work to make sure he’s sleeping, or why he always corrects Logan when he says terrible stuff about himself, and more and more details like that.
and Logan just.. breaks down in tears because now that he mentioned it, it’s true. and it’s another reason why he has been feeling so much better since meeting Janus, not only because when they’re together Janus quiets his stress down, but because he has caught on unconsciously and is able to do those little things by himself now. not always perhaps, but enough to make a small difference.
and the fact that Janus has known all this time what a mess he is inside despite his smart and formal appearance and still cares about him is the last thing Logan expected but the best that could have happened to him, that he couldn’t have even dreamed 🥺
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starshineandbooks · 3 years
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Janus and Logan to each other in @coconut-cluster s Uni au so far as I understand
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birdsongisland · 3 years
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I love ace bfs Janus and Logan, their relationship is less "oh he's hot lets make out" and more "oh he's hot let's go talk about morally complex topics from a subjective point of view while roasting dumbasses"
Omg this is god tier dynamic yeah let's make everyone look like idiots over tea :]
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rosepetalsthings · 3 years
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A really basic sketchy art for a loceit Doctor Who au that popped into my head yesterday!
Logan obvs as the doctor, Janus is a bit close to Rose in terms of role, with some very key differences in personality and plot points 
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coconut-cluster · 2 years
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The only thing that comes up in his head are flashes of a party, people bumping into him and music playing too loud and Roman and Remus assuring him they’ll all head out soon. Some frat party, if he remembers correctly, that Janus was as annoyed at attending as Logan was. Logan just disliked parties in general; Janus, though, he spent the night in a corner, locked in conversation with Logan or Remus or Patton, determined to avoid that ex of his-
Oh.
Oh, good Lord.
--
“It’s Aaron! We met at that party a couple months ago?”  
Yeah, no shit, Logan nearly says, pressing his lips together to stop himself. Remus is rubbing off on him. 
Aaron’s voice, strident and grating in his ear, brings back clearer memories of the party. Roman and Remus had insisted they all go - Roman was trying to interview some guys for his arts column in the campus newspaper, as if frat boys half drunk on spiked Koolaid were going to give him an insightful perspective on masculinity and corruption in Shakespeare’s Hamlet - and Remus just wanted to set a few roaches loose in the frat house, much to Virgil’s amusement and Patton’s distress. 
When the twins invited them, Logan's first instinct was to refuse. He had a test the next week, and a project due the week after that he’d barely started (and call him pretentious, but he probably had better things to do than spend his Friday night in a house that hadn’t seen a vacuum cleaner in months). 
But then Janus had said yes in that idle, amused tone, like he definitely had better things to be doing but would go regardless. A pang of something sharp hit Logan - betrayal, maybe, as ridiculous as that was, or the image of the five of them having fun without him and flashes of laughter behind his back - and before he could think better of it, he just rolled his eyes and said yes, too. 
Admittedly, it wasn’t as bad as he convinced himself it would be on the ride over. He ended up in a corner with Patton and Janus, although Patton disappeared periodically to greet people he knew - club members, classmates, old friend-of-a-friends, Logan lost track of all the relations halfway through the night. After the third instance of duck-and-go, he resorted to peeking over the crowd every so often to find messy hair and pushed-up glasses weaving through the crowd, and raised a hand to wave Patton back over before he got swallowed in the mass of drunk college students. 
Janus stayed near him the entire time, though. He’d wrinkled his nose at the red solo cups shoved in their faces when they walked in and refused to drink the cheap wine coolers in the kitchen, so he just leaned against the wall beside Logan, nursing a lemonade and muttering acerbic commentary between the million-dollar smiles he gave anyone who walked up to them. Logan listened more than he responded, but Janus didn’t seem to mind. He looked down periodically at where Logan perched on the arm of the couch next to him, as if checking for his attention, and continued his anecdotes unfazed. Logan didn’t mind, either. He’d never say it out loud, but he liked the sound of Janus’ voice. It reminded him of black coffee, smooth and bitter, and he’d much rather be drinking black coffee than whatever sour cocktail was in his cup now. 
...He was a little tipsy.
Despite their rivalry - Logan took another sip of his drink and swallowed the word with it, because oy vey, it was starting to annoy him - he was glad Janus stuck around when all the others scattered through the house. The music was loud and people kept brushing past him, knocking against his knees and barely catching their drinks before they sloshed over onto him, and he was glad to have at least one familiarity nearby, something to ground himself with. He watched Janus’ face closely as he talked, eyeing his freckles and catching glimpses of sharp canines, connecting expressions to the ones he saw every day across a library table and stacks of textbooks. 
Which meant he noticed the second Janus’ face fell. 
“Shit,” Janus hissed, nearly spilling his drink as he spun around to face Logan entirely, though he was closer to facing the wall than anything. “Shit, Jesus-”
“What?” 
“Nothing. Nothing, don’t-” Logan glanced to the door, and the sound Janus made was a novel combination of alarmed and exasperated as he grabbed Logan by the shoulders and turned him to face the wall, too. It was not a comfortable position on the arm of the couch. “Don’t look. Do not. That- what house are we at?” 
“Alpha Delta Alpha.” Janus gave another noise in the back of his throat, edging far more toward alarm than the first. “You didn’t see that when we came in?”
“Obviously not!” 
“They have a glowing sign-” 
“Logan.”
The first name shut him up like Janus knew it would, and he sat silently, pretending to sip his drink while Janus stared very intently at his blank phone screen and snuck glances from the corner of his eye around the room. 
“Shit. I hate frats.” He took a swig of his lemonade like it had anything but sugar and too much water to help ease his nerves, and his nose wrinkled again when he swallowed. It was oddly endearing for someone cursing so virulently under their breath. Logan took another sip to cover the smile tugging at his lips. “God, even their lemonade sucks. This place sucks. I should’ve- damn it, where did Patton go?”
A voice rose over the crowd, strident and grating. Janus’ eyes snapped to the mass of people. 
“Who is it?” The mismatched gaze fell to him, still overly alert, and grew narrow when Logan took another idle sip. “That you’re avoiding, I mean.”
“Someone’s nosy tonight.” 
“Someone’s avoiding the question.” 
Narrow eyes grew narrower. “An ex.” Logan’s even, probing expression must have faltered, because Janus glanced to the crowd and back to him before adding swiftly, “From high school. We broke up years ago.”
“Oh.” He looked over his shoulder at the group behind them. Janus didn’t stop him this time. After a minute of the crowd shifting, he saw a girl and boy in matching A∆A shirts near the front door, chatting in raised voices over the music with the people around them; the girl had long blonde hair done in braids, and her cheeks were pink with blush and the buzz of whatever she was drinking from the can in her hand. She was pretty, Logan supposed, although he didn’t have a very good metric for that kind of thing. Or for girls in general. 
“Oh,” he said again, eyeing the pair idly. He’d never considered what Janus liked in other people - it never occurred to him to worry about it, and his mind was just fuzzy enough to let that thought slip past without analysis. He didn’t think he expected blondes. 
“Yeah.” Janus stared, too, although his side-eye was far more subtle than Logan’s dazed observance. “Three years later, and he’s still a prick.” 
...Oh. 
The boy next to Blonde Braids was at least a foot taller than her, and several inches taller than the guys he was talking to over her head. The LED lights lining the ceiling cast a blue halo over his hair, dark and untousled despite the hand he kept running through it - he held his drink with his other hand, though, so the ridiculous amounts of gel in his swept-back style had its drawbacks. He had a nice nose, though. Sharp. Good... bone structure. Logan was a little dizzy. 
“His voice is annoying,” he finally said. 
“Tell me about it.” 
“...He’s a frat boy.” 
“Yes.” 
“That’s a little embarrassing for you, Peters.”
“I know.”
Logan took another sip - he meant to fake drinking several minutes ago, but he got distracted, and now the taste had seeped into his brain, turning his thoughts vignetted. He blinked the haze from his eyes and focused them again on the boy, an odd thrill running down his spine when Janus gave a heavy sigh and turned to study him instead of the ex by the front door. He took another sip and drowned the spark.  
The rest of the night passed in a bit of a blur. He barely remembers Janus scowling at the crowd and the figure cutting through it; he kind of remembers a greeting, the name Aaron and a handshake that tried too hard to be firm, clear in the moment but fuzzy in recollection, and a prickle in his chest at being called buddy one too many times in the exchange. 
But he remembers perfectly - all too clearly - that voice, conceit spilling over the edges of his words and leaving a sour taste in Logan’s throat, worse than whatever concoction Janus had since taken from his hands, and a vein of mockery that made Janus’ mismatched gaze narrow into a scalding glare. 
Fast forward a few months and two weeks of the cold shoulder, and that god-awful voice that was now over the phone. With Janus.  
“Aaron,” Logan deadpans. “From the party. Janus’ ex. Am I remembering correctly?” Ex comes out a bit like an accusation, as if Aaron needs reminding on who exactly he is. (Logan is happy to provide.) 
Aaron gives a marveled sound, something between a laugh and an exclamation, something inarguably derisive. Logan is not a violent person, but smashing a plate sounds appealing right now. “Good memory!” 
“Thank you. Where’s Janus?” 
Another laugh that makes his blood boil. “Hey, no need to rush, no one’s going anywhere! He’s right here.” There’s a pause, a beat of near silence - Logan can just hear the white noise of driving, the hum of an engine and quiet thumps of speedbumps and potholes, so he guesses he’s on speaker now - and then Aaron prompts, “Say hi to your friend, Jan.” 
Logan’s free hand curls into a fist on his desk. He’s not sure which part is frustrating him most, exactly - Aaron’s condescending tone, Jan, or the fact that Janus has been avoiding him for two weeks and has, apparently, decided that his mind-numbingly irritating ex-boyfriend is better company to keep. Maybe all of it. Probably all of it. If he holds his phone any tighter, it might snap. 
Okay, so calling Janus was probably a mistake, he’ll admit that. It was an impulsive decision in the first place. He’s not sure why he thought it would actually help. A small part of him hoped that maybe, possibly, upon picking up, Janus would explain why he’d been avoiding Logan for weeks, and Logan could give a careful, comprehensive apology for whatever it is he’s done wrong, and they could get on with life as it was before. A smaller part hoped Janus would forget it all and greet him as usual. 
(Every part remembers the feeling of mismatched eyes studying him over a red cup, across a library table, and the feeling of a drowned spark still burning.) 
Instead, he’s listening to a frat boy shove Janus’ phone to him in the passenger seat while Logan stares at his wall like an idiot. He’s felt like an idiot far too many times in the last two weeks already, but now that he’s here, he finds he can not make himself hang up.
There’s some muttering that barely makes it over the phone, low and brief, and then, distantly, he hears a quiet, “Hey, Logan.” 
And the first name makes his thoughts screech to a stop. Just like Janus knows it will. 
The restless tapping against Logan’s desk stops. Janus doesn’t sound smug, like he expected- although it’s hard to tell what he does sound like, because his voice barely makes it through the receiver. As far as Logan knows - and he knows very well - Janus’ quiet voice is almost entirely reserved for snide remarks under his breath or gossip he’s heard in the halls and shares in a hushed tone with the others. It is not for greetings. It is most certainly not for Logan. The irritation burning his face tapers out as quickly as it came, replaced with a worm of concern in his chest. 
Instead of saying what he truly wants to - instead of Hello, Janus, are you okay, Janus, why haven’t you talked to me in weeks, Janus, your absence has rendered me useless and I’ve coped by wallowing in my own misery like some pathetic romance protagonist - his mind goes blank and he blurts, “We have a project due tomorrow.”
The phone is silent. 
“It, um...” He looks around his desk, leaning forward in a rush to sift through the mess of paper and textbooks, searching for the work he’d done already like it will make a difference to have in front of him. “It’s for Memory. Human Memory. It’s a presentation, remember? You- uh, you said you’d come over,” he lies. He can’t explain why, but he lies through his teeth, and prays it’s believable to Aaron, even if Janus can catch a fib in his sleep. “To help finish it.”
Concern ignites into a brutal cocktail of stress and relief as Janus plays along immediately. 
“Oh,” Logan hears him remark, sounding genuinely marveled, “that’s right. I was going to come after my shift at the café, but someone-” Aaron scoffs- “interrupted my commute home-”
“It’s great talking to you again, bud,” Aaron says, and the faint rumbling of the car cuts off so abruptly that Logan flinches. He’s not on speakerphone anymore, but he can hear Janus say something, his voice sharp, and Aaron clears his throat over it. “Me and Jan are going to a party, and I’d invite you, obviously, but parties don’t seem like your thing. No offense. Have fun with your project!” 
Logan holds the phone to his ear several moments after Aaron hangs up. His arm feels stiff, like he hasn’t moved it in far too long, even though he only picked it up minutes before.
Janus played along. Janus has not spoken to Logan in two weeks, let alone offered to come over to his house for a project either of them could finish in their sleep, and still, he played along with the worst lie in the history of lying (and from Logan of all people). Logan thinks again of the party, Janus’ alarm and frustration and the vague memory of being ushered out past a hand reaching for his arm, of Janus staying back to snap a warning before storming out of the house and riding home with him and Patton in fuming silence. 
Logan stares idly, frozen, at the mess of notes and Post-its in front of him, until his eyes land on the coffee cup sleeve at the edge of his desk where his name is doodled out in Janus’ perfect scrawl. It’s a cursive remnant of what Logan knows now was endearment, no matter how smugly Janus cloaked it. Of concern. 
When he finally sets the phone down, his mind is perfectly clear for the first time in two weeks.
He is out the front door before Patton can ask where he’s going. 
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rainecreatesstuff · 3 years
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Loceit content creators: And they were rivals!
Me, with tears in my eyes: oh my god they were rivals
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That’s it, I cave lmao-
I’ve been absolutely taken by @coconut-cluster ‘s Uni AU and I really wanted to say that I appreciate it lots. >///< I hope I portrayed them correctly?? (I kind of wasn’t sure what Janus’ hair looked like)
For the second pic I just directly nabbed the image from this ask. o///o
The lower comic is based on the answer for this ask I sent and it was hysterical and I really wanted to draw it pffft- (Ignore my orange side character Marcus, I didn’t know who else to put so he’s just there akjbfak >///<)
Anyways I really enjoy the AU and that’s really all I wanted to say!
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Recommended Sanders Sides creators
Marry Christmas, everyone! And a wonderful December day to all of you who don’t celebrate Christmas, too. Let’s be honest right off the bat, though: I’m only using the date as an excuse to do this list anyways.
So. Throughout the time I’ve spent as a part of this wonderful corner of the sanders sides fandom over here on tumblr, I’ve often found a new creator and wished I’d found them sooner. It kind of makes me wonder who else I might miss. If you do to, here are a few creators I’d love for you to check out. You’ll probably recognize some of the names, if not all, but maybe you’ll find a new favorite creator here?
And to the creators in question, I really love your content. If you’ve made it onto this list, you’ve definitely cause one or two sleepless nights of reading for me, because who needs sleep if I can have this, right? XD Whatever you’ll find written next to your name is the impression you’ve left on me and… Well, just know that you’ve made some days of my life at least a little happier, all of you. And I hope to repay the favor by telling you how much I appreciate you releasing your content into this world… Well, repay the favor at least a little, I suppose.
Let’s begin, then, shall we?
@5am-the-foxing-hour Because this? This is who you go to if you want to read good Janus-content. You are in a mood to read sympathetic Janus? Wanna see the danger noodle just casually interact with other sides? Go to their short stories. I mean, “the cult”? Prime example of how to tell a story with impact in just a few words. 8 paragraphs, but boy did I read that one on repeat. Or “water spray bottle”, this one is fun, short and will make you laugh. An energy drink for the fander heart, so to say.
Then there’s their mafia-au, “there’s more in me than precious metals”. Six are out so far, and I adore every single word of every single part of this. Protective Remus, sassy Janus, angst, comedy relief, destruction, Roman-Remus-sibling-rivalry, braincell Logan, survival instinct Virgil, working together over a common enemy… This fic has it all, believe me. Take your time and read it, because you will read the entire thing in one go once you start. At least I did, and I didn’t even notice.
And their advent writings? Those had me squealing and jumping around in a way I will deny if anyone ever sees it. I don’t even know what else to say, they are fucking fantastic and that’s that.
So, yeah. Go check them out, before I start fangirling about them even more. You know my personal favorites now, so just go there. You won’t regret it.
Next up is @coconut-cluster. Ah, yes, Lexi. Lexi, whose uni-AU started as self indulgent and has become the loceit story on tumblr. We all know her, or at least most of us do, and we all love her too. And while I also drop everything I do at any point of time I possibly can once I realize the uni-au has any form of new addition, there are a lot of other fics created by her that you should check out as well.
Did you, for example, ever want a sappy prinxiety one-shot with the sappiness only being implied, a mutual understanding of “we’re-not-saying-we-care-but-we-both-know-we-do” born from joking reassurances and a not-a-date-nope-only-a-break? While that may seem to be a tall order, that is exactly what “before the sun goes down” is. Plus there’s ice cream. Or maybe you’re more of a logince fan? Do you want a fic where Roman isn’t the prince but serves His Highness? Do you like sincere talks while you’re procrastinating showing your face to the subjects you don’t really want to rule over? In that case, you really should read “Viva la Vida”. Careful, though, this one is so sweet you’ll probably get a toothache… There also is an analogical fic that I’ve enjoyed very much: “Cracks in the Ceiling”. I love it, because it’s just calm. Fears creeping up on you, thrown away by a trusted friend with a few words, just by being there and playing into the metaphors you head created this time around. It’s calm, and there’s not really a climax or anything, but it doesn’t need one. Because it’s just a glance into everyday life. It’s beautiful in its own right, really.
What I’m saying is, Lexi has a lot more wonderful stories to tell than the uni-au. It’s the most popular one, sure, and it’s one of her best works. But you really should check out her other fics as well. Lexi herself once said that she writs fics she’d like to read. I would figure it’s because of this, but her stories are mostly things you don’t really find anywhere else. Dynamics, stories, world building, all of those are aspects you may find somewhere else. But Lexi is just one of those people who see what they miss in a fandom and create it themselves, and among these creators Lexi is my favorite. She just has that certain skill that makes that approach to writing result in the most enjoyable reading experiences. Lexi’s fics are special, because they’re different, because they are authentic and you can feel that when you’re reading her work.
@djpurple3 is another talented individual I want to talk about. I have to confess, DJ is, as far as original content goes, almost exclusively locked in my brain with the fiction “I just keep loosing my beat”. 23 Chapters so far, one better than the last. It’s a bitter-sweet story following Remus and his children, after the bitch of a mother has been brought behind bars. Abusive piece of shit. Yeah, I don’t like her much. But the story is so full of love and support, everyone trying their best, everyone seeing how much the others deserve the world and wishing they could give it to them… Roman and Remus have a sibling-dynamic I would die for here, too. Patton is just the most adorable friend to Deceit - here Damion - Virgil is a precious bean, Logan is cute and the teacher we all wish he’d had ourselves and… god, I could keep gushing about this fic forever. I’ll stop now, though, before I’ll start spoiler things. Wouldn’t want to do that, especially since I really, really, really want more people to give this a go. It’s not underrated, I just think everyone who doesn’t is missing out by a lot, so… Go over there and read DJ’s fic right fucking now, if you haven’t already read it at least once. Thank you.
@delimeful​, our wonderful lime-friend with a cute cat making a terrifying face in his header. First of all, there is the WIBAR universe, short for “Watch it burn and rust”. 5 chapters in act one, 4 intermissions (one of those with three chapters), one chapter of act two, as well as three extras and an au of this au called “the end of being alone”, and I’ve lost count of how many nights I spent reading those instead of sleeping like I should. (Or interacting with family. Or being productive. Or… It’s really a good story, okay?!) WIBAR is a deathworlder au. So a space au in which humans are regarded as dangerous deathworlders who can survive on a deathworld like earth. In other words, Virgil is the only human, and boy does that scare everyone around him. And the best part? You can feel the development, the shift in mentality regarding Virgil, feel the moment approach in which he isn’t a threat but a companion instead.
And, apart from the fic that inspired me enough to start writing “TINND!R?” over on my writing blog, there are a lot more amazing fics to read on lime’s blog. He wrote “How easy you are to need”, for example. It’s soft, it pulls at just the right heartstrings, it’s achingly hopeful and, god, the ending still has me in tears, even after the fifth - ? sixth? something among those lines - reread. This one’s a werewolf au, actually. Virgil is the werewolf, Logan, Patton and Roman are the humans.
Do you want yourself some of that pre-AA dynamic? I’d recommend “to taste your beating heart”. In this, Virgil gets separated from the rest of his group of vampire hunters and gets turned into a vampire himself, loosing his memories. And he’s “Anx” now, not “Virgil”, goddamnit! He isn’t their friend anymore, why don’t they understand that? Well, probably because they can still see Virgil’s old habits shining through. There’s a lot of tension, a lot of angst and a whole lot of frustration involved in this.
He also wrote some amazing one-shots. They’re mostly so well written that I’m almost sad not to be waiting on a continuation. There’s “the littlest mermaid”, in which Virgil goes to investigate a noise, finding a scared, tiny mermaid in need of help. In “community gardens” we have Remus being Remus, gaining the interest and friendship of the forest’s giant Logan. “Magical mutualism” tells the tale of a witch and a demon making a pact beneficial to both parties and opening the doors neither could have gone beyond alone. The way we’re all confused about our ships not actually having set sail yet comes to a hight in Virgil in regards to his friends in “amateur matchmakers”. And this is the point at witch I stop talking before I actually recommend every single one of lime’s fics instead of just my favorites as I had planed because I started to gush too much… XD
Let’s move on to @muppenthings​. Mupp is an amazing artist and she created a giant mermaid au. There’s this one orca who’s just… We love her, but I actually don’t think she’s the brightest. I really, really love her, though. Virgil himself is being a little protective over his human friends and casually so. I love this comic series for the art style, but I also love the way it makes me crack a laugh at least once per work. Or appeal to my mother-instincts, if it’s about baby Virgil. Too cute for his own good, I tell ya! And the facial expressions! The detail, the jokes, everything about this is wonderful. You should at least take a look.
@whenisitenoughtrees​. Cat got me with “This cup of yours tastes holy (This lie is dead)”. “A slow voice on a wave of phase” was next, later “Infinity and beyond”, “we are not alone in the dark with out demons” and “changing of the guard”. And then, suddenly, the night was over. I’ve read almost all of the fics in one go, and I’ve been semi-frequently visiting her master post ever since. When “There’s an endless road to rediscover” came out just a little while back, that lead to me re-reading through almost the entire list. I don’t regret it, my plans for that weekend would like to disagree.
These six fics I mentioned here are, by no means, the only ones I enjoyed. Those are just the ones I’ve found myself opening up again and again in sleepless nights. Those are the ones that pop up in my head and have me smiling to myself in the middle of god-knows-whatever-I’ve-been-doing-at-the-time.
Angst, fluff, hurt-comfort, you’ll find everything in that list. And something I’ve grown to like about Cat’s fics even more than anything else is the quick change between feeling perplexed, a startled laugh at certain wordings (you’ll know what I’m talking about when you see it) and apprehension. These fics will have you at the edge of you seat, swooping you away on an emotional roller coaster. And, god, the way Cat writes from Remus’ perspective? The introductions of her stories and the way she redirects to the main topic after going into detail on something? I saved a few paragraphs as screenshots on my phone because I love them and I want to read them again when I’m down. I just… Cat’s great.
Next up is @eliemo. Because Elias Virgil is the royalty of Virgil angst. From the touch-starved Virgil we’ve all had a head cannon of at one point in “Heart of Ice”, over ace Virgil panicking over telling his boyfriends that he his ace and didn’t think to tell them before in “Love our way” to so, so much more.
Mostly EV follows the story arc of an underlying feeling of dread at the beginning, which slowly grows into panic, exploding in a storm of angst and concludes in everyone, or at least whoever is around, coming to the rescue and helping to calm down, with the end being the hope for getting better in the future. They always manage to convey the confusion, fear or just the general thought process so well that you can’t help but get absorbed in the story. They know exactly what to say and what to leave between the lines to get the maximum effect. And, your heart will definitely be shattered after their angst. Still, the way the sides comfort each other and support each other so well every time is just… I love their stories, a lot.
I want to make two more suggestions if you want to check out this creator. A Janus angst fic, which can only be described as “ouch” you’ll find under the name “snake bite”. It hurts in the best way possible, because Janus gets the comfort he deserves.
The other suggestion gets a lot darker. It’s about Virgil having been abused by the “others” before he got accepted into the light side. The others are shocked to find out what has gone on behind their backs and they help Virgil in every way they can to recover. Of cause it’s a rocky path, though. This would be “Learned Behavior”. The series/au has twelve stories so far, one of which has two parts. You’ll find the master post for this pinned to the top on their blog.
If you like angst, you should also give @maybedefinitely404​ a look. Ly has a soulmate-au going, in which they use the concept of “you hear the music your soulmate listens to”. "Music in my head” is a prinxiety fic, but the two of them have yet to meet. Four chapters and two mini-fics in. The reason I mentioned angst is because in this - spoiler alert for the first few chapters here - , Virgil gets put through conversion therapy. Luckily Janus and Logan are better foster parents than the ones who did that to him.
They also have a master list for all their soulmate stories, featuring different ships. Apparently they participated in soulmate month, if I understood that correctly. And to be honest, that was how I even found their account. I absolutely adore their anxceit fic, which takes place in a human au. It’s starting off pretty sad, but the bonding moments are absolutely wonderful. It’s a lovely story, and the ending is one of the best ones I’ve yet to read. Their logince fic took my breath away, too. A flower shop/tattoo artist au, and Logan is the tattoo artist. Stunning writing, wonderful world building, just the right amount of backstory to have everything make sense without overwhelming/drowning the reader in unnecessary details. Their moxceit fiction… Well, this one had me in tears within the first few paragraphs. It’s terrible and you feel for Janus, whose perspective this is written from. The ending, though… Gods! The ending was so indescribably cute. To be honest, all of the soulmate stories are great, these three are just my personal favorites.
Concerning their one shots, you’ll probably have to figure it out on your own concerning this. I haven’t been able to read all of them yet, as sad as that makes me. Definitely palling on doing it in the future, though. I did read two of them, though. “Pippity poppity” really was amusing, and I am so looking forward to the second part of “The Boy who sings next door”. The way they write the dynamics between the sides? I live for that.
Another creator I would like to recommend is @maybe-im-tired.They don’t have a master post, as far as I could see, but they only post their content anyways, so… “Can’t take my eyes off of you” is my favorite out of their fics so far. I mean, the way they managed to fit the sheer chaos that is intrulogical into this one short fic is amazing. And you could take about two thirds of what Remus said and put it up on your wall as out-of-contexts-quotes. Don’t worry, he says them out of context anyways, and they will definitely make you laugh. 
The series of short stories for the human au that starts with “Glowing stars” is another au by them that you will almost certainly like. We have Logan and Virgil as kids (about 7 I think), Remus and Patton as single parents, Roman as the most adoring uncle, Emile as babysitter and Remy as his amazing partner. Remus is a great father, wonderfully chaotic as well. And a teacher! Imagine that, Remus as your teacher... He’s great with kids though, as long as they aren’t entitled villains come to make his precious Virgil feel bad, that is.
They also wrote a bunch of “random one shots”. They are all amazing, but my favorite has to be this one. It’s a logince one, once again human au. Patton may or may not tell his big brother’s crush about the feelings he wasn’t prepared to share yet. You know, as small kids do. It’s soft, it will make you smile as much as Logan does, and I love Remus in it. I generally like how they write Remus, okay? I know how much I’ve said it, but I’m not even exaggerating. They always write him differently, and all versions they write him as are so, so lovable and just… I wanna hug the life out of all Remus versions they wrote, okay? Take a look, you’ll know why.
Anyways. Let’s continue with @figurative-siren-song. This is the last account I’ve followed and I’m still sad about it having taken me this long to find them. Little salty, to be honest. (I’ll stick to they/them because they said just not to use she/her, and, well… consistency, you know? Don’t have much, so I have to get what I can XD). When I finally did find them, I went through their entire master list (at least all of the ships with characters I actually know. I’m kinda bad with the shorts characters, so I usually just… avoid them? Idk. Personal preference, I guess), and, well… I would honestly recommend every single fic on that list. They call themself “Repair Fluff King™️” and they deserve that title. But when they warn you that a fic will be angsty, it will be angsty.
I found them through the anxceit fic “A Deal”. Well, through an animatic by their friend on youtube that had linked the fic, but details. I’ve been reading this fic up and down again and again. It’s just so good! And when they talk in the second part and Janus explains why he proposed that deal. Or in the continuation, which i can’t talk about because I will probably spoiler things! So wholesome!
 Also, their losleepxeity fic “We’re worth it”. So soft! The nicknames, the plot, the everything. It’s softer than clouds look, and we all know that means something.
But, really. Everyone will find something for them by this creator. So many ships, all incredibly well written, and soft and fluffy without getting boring in the slightest. It’s as energizing as coffee, actually. And, let’s be honest, this whole fandom drowns itself in angst most of the time. Take a break from that, repair your broken hearts with goof fluffy content that you’ll want to read over and over again. Go check this creator out. You will love them. 
Last but not least… @myfriendsasthesides​ A blog by a creator who just takes the wonderfully chaotic dynamics of a friend group and using that to give us content of incorrect sides quotes. Maybe it doesn’t fit with me going on and on about fics here. I don’t care. Follow them and turn on those notifications, please, because seeing even one post of theirs on your dashboard will make your day. It’s funny, it’s absurd, it’s chaotic, it’s making you jealous of them for having friends like that. Believe me, you will want to see those posts. It’s just… the random shots of serotonin and dopamine out generation needs really fucking desperately 100% of the time. 
That’s it with the list! Eleven creators I absolutely adore, and I’m sorry I was babbling so much all the way through, but… Well, actually I’m not sorry. And actually, half of the reason I even made this post is to tell them how much I love them and fangirl about them a bit. So… Yeah. Well.I love you guys and hope you’ll have a wonderful day! And to everyone else reading this: I hope this helped you ind some new creators you can enjoy. And a good day to you too, of cause.
Sincerely, Joy 🖤
(@joylessnightsky/@sanders-sides-fic)
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Janus Peters from @coconut-cluster‘s loceit uni au! I just,,,love him so much I just had to draw him. Featuring two wildly different art styles from literally less than a week apart!
ack I just realized I forgot his scar in the second one so oops
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I wonder who he's looking at 👀
Here it's done! This is a piece I made for coconut-cluster's loceit uni AU which I fell in love with and caused me to fall into rabbit holes every other afternoon. This would be from the jazz band scene!
I couldn't put the collar decoration on the shirt sadly, but I added the piano because I couldn't take off him singing and playing from my mind, hope you like it and that I did it justice!
(click for better quality)
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baka-monarch · 3 years
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Sp I wasn't that big on Loceit. Honestly, there were several things I shipped before it.
And then it happened
I saw it
The prime universe
The face of God
I saw....
@coconut-cluster 's uni au
Now it's all I can fucking think about
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