#mentioned deceit

[mayaisuu]

Tomoya but as Cooking Mama

#fanart #danganronpa heartless deceit #drhd #tomoya morita #tomoya is canonically a good cook #im pretty sure it was mentioned in the series

[rauberrauber]

line up baby

wanted to make a sort of ref for everyone so i can keep track of everyone's designs, heights, etc

side hcs below cuz i wanna ramble lol

fyi any links are just for pictures to help visualize what im trying to say

also add to these with ur own i love reading hcs :]

general:

the sides work with a kind of cartoon logic (kinda like who framed Roger rabbit) which is what their shape shifting and such is, they can survive pretty much everything, dont bend to reality type thing

i also dig playing around with the idea that they just arent human, they dont need to eat, sleep, even breathe or blink if they dont wanna. They just play more human around thomas so they dont freak him out (everyone but remus at least, dude doesnt give a fuck lol) they all have their priorities regarding that kinda stuff. like logan doesnt eat or sleep almost at all (there r exceptions tho obvi (crofters))  while patton rly likes to cook and bake so why not eat the stuff you make? meanwhile remus eats literally anything he can find

they can also float if they wanna, same thing where they just dont around thomas. this came about me just imagining remus consistently floating around in the mindscape instead of walking for whatever reason? so yeah they can do that

theres a core mindscape and a ‘dark’ mindscape, that sorta works like the upside down from stranger things (as in the dark mindscape is like literally upside down and mirrors everything, like this)

everyones also got their own unique doors to their rooms. logans is very sleek and modern, pattons in more childlike and almost vintage, romans resemble castle doors while remus’ is more like a dungeons, virgils is typically angsty teenager with tons of posters and ‘keep out’ signs, and janus has tons of locks on his

design wise the core sides have straight teeth and fluffier hair while the dark sides have sharp teeth and rougher(?) hair (since changing, virgil has vampire-esque fangs)

logan:

square rimmed glasses

loves the rain

unintentionally fidgets with his clothes, always adjusting his glasses or rolling his sleeves up and down or messing with the buttons or his tie

playing more into the whole ‘sides dont have to eat thing’ he finds food kinda nasty lol, again only rly eats stuff thats very good to him (ultimate picky eater basically) patton has tried and failed many times to get logan to try and like new foods

roman was the one who got him to try crofters

watches those long ass video essays about random topics on youtube for background noise

patton:

round glasses and heart eyes

has roller blades/skates! specifically these ones that retract the wheels. good way of getting energy out (even if hes super clumsy with them)

tallest + dad bod

tons of bandages, kinda playing around with the phrase ‘broken heart’

him and janus play video games together (both of them are terrible lol)

definitely listens to dad rock/dad music

roman:

starry eyes!

crown can float on its own (same w/ remus’)

has one of these couches in his room to dramatically faint onto

him and remus dont share a room, but they have a sort of portal to each others rooms if that makes sense. a big mirror but instead of reflecting, its showing into the other room and only the twins can go thru

wants to be his own side after the split

roman and remus pierced each others ears when they were younger

virgil:

decently tall but slouches a lot which hides it (slouching hes shorter than the twins but still taller than janus) also rarely stands or sits straight at all so it kinda shocked the core sides when he showed them how tall he rly was (queue roman being mad cuz hes actually the shortest of the main four lol)

has stereotypical emo hair and still has some purple dye in it

hot topic skeleton fingerless gloves and muddy sneakers (idk why it just feels right)

tons of random bruises

draws his nails black with sharpie

listens to metal music to calm down. remus got him into a lot of numetal, screamo kinda music when virgil was still one of the others, it was one of the few times theyd hang out and virgil wasnt 100% freaked out by remus

definitely experimented with scene fashion when thomas was a teenager

drinks tons of energy drinks

janus:

shortest ha

yellow eyes

bow wrapped on his hat

long flowy cape and heeled shoes with spats (thats what theyre called right?)

uses the staff from pof as a walking cane

speaks fluent pig latin, remus and logan are the only ones who can somewhat understand what he says (remus cuz hes been around janus so long, and logan wanting to research and understand whatever the hell janus is saying) it also has always drove virgil up the wall cuz hes never been able to get it, janus will start speaking it just to annoy him

only rly relaxes when by himself, always kinda putting on a mask with the others and thomas, regardless of how trustworthy he considers them

constantly coming up with proper plans and schemes, typically wouldnt let remus near them with a 10 foot pole (affectionately)

knows how to lockpick

scared of the ocean

remus: 

broken crown

eyes can go all crazy, pupils can be different sizes and such (there was a cartoon that did this where the eyes would go red and have a ton of rings around the pupils like spirals kinda? i cant find a pic of what im rly visualizing rip i hope that makes sense)

ton of rings (one of em is an eyeball ring)

is like half an inch taller than roman and will never let him live it down

enjoys all the ‘bad’ disney/pixar movies. (cars, home on the range, etc) and like unironically enjoys them. prolly started ironically to mess with roman but he genuinely find those ones the best and cant fathom why theyre disliked (totally not self-indulgent cuz some of those movies are my favorites)

comes up with random weird plans and ropes janus into them whenever possible, janus plays along best he can

somewhat wants to fuse back with roman (even if hes unsure why)

remus and virge used to make fun of roman together all the time

remus is the one who gave virge his septum and gages

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #sanders sides headcanon #ts #tss #logic sanders #morality sanders #creativity sanders #creativitwins #anxiety sanders #deceit sanders #weapon tw #food mention #ask to tag

[volno-pesh]

Click in for better quality i just fucking can't-

2nd is reference to my darling by Eminem AND JUST LISTEN IT'S JUST ONLY ABOUT THEM IT'S THEM IT FUCKING IS

Can't wait for next sanders sides just . SANDERS SIDES LOGAN LOGAN IN MY THOUGHTS ONLY. And orange side. They. M. I want to see Logan.

#sanders sides #sanders sides logan #logan sanders #logic #ts logan #logan orange side #orange side #orange side logan #deceit sanders #ts janus #janus sanders #mentioned

[doughbrainer]

Sanders Sides Portal AU Chell - Thomas GLaDOS/Caroline - Logan Wheatley - Patton Cave Johnson - Janus Doug Rattman - Virgil P-Body And Atlas - Roman And Remus (Not Drawn So Not Shown Here)

#logic sanders #logan sanders #thomas sanders #c!thomas #janus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #ts morality #anxiety sanders #morality sanders #ts deceit #ts sanders sides #ts anxiety #ts logic #ts patton #ts logan #ts janus #ts virgil #Remus And Roman Are Only Mentioned So I Won't Put There Tags Here #*Gives You This And Runs Away* #Sanders Sides Portal AU #Portal Game #sanders sides

[aidensm8]

Quick little incorrect quote inspired from a recent interaction with friends. Especially @what-aboutno 's quote about us lmao

#sanders sides #deceit sanders #ts deceit #remus sanders #ts remus #virgil sanders #ts virgil #doodlem8 #comic #platonic dukeceit #platonic demus #cw weapon #cw caps #cw murder mention

[bethanydelleman]

...But let me observe that all histories are against you—all stories, prose and verse. If I had such a memory as Benwick, I could bring you fifty quotations in a moment on my side the argument, and I do not think I ever opened a book in my life which had not something to say upon woman’s inconstancy. Songs and proverbs, all talk of woman’s fickleness. But perhaps you will say, these were all written by men.”

“Perhaps I shall. Yes, yes, if you please, no reference to examples in books. Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything.”

-Persuasion, Ch 23

“I am sorry it went off. But these things happen so often! A young man, such as you describe Mr. Bingley, so easily falls in love with a pretty girl for a few weeks, and, when accident separates them, so easily forgets her, that these sort of inconstancies are very frequent.” (Mrs. Gardiner)

-Pride & Prejudice, Ch 25

Jane Austen, taking the pen into her hands and fixing the record.

#jane austen #pride and prejudice #persuasion #men being fickle #and this isn't even to mention her other fickle men #Or deceitful men #Mrs. gardiner #captain harville #anne elliot

[betweenlands]

i think someone needs to lock squiddo and forgelabs in a room to see what kind of entirely new backstabbing gremlin behavior heretofore unthinkable by mankind might pupate out of the resulting scheme

#finally got around to watching the latest squiddo video (yes i know we're late on it. anyway) #and like oh my god . everything i've ever wanted in a chaos gremlin can we PLEASEEEEEE make her even worse #shes going on the d3ceit wishlist alongside vikingpilot (and kiply. but thats besides the point) now #I NEED HER TO KILL AND MAIM. I NEED HER IN EVERY ENVIRONMENT POSSIBLE WHICH ENABLES THIS #there is something deeply haunted within the squit that drives them to depths unfathomable #and i want them to summon cthulhu about it so very much #sighs. anyway sorry for the deranged tags if this becomes visible to the squiddo eye. you know how it is with spaghetti #yt #txt #orig #misc #do i dare maintag this. yeah i feel like forge enjoyers would like the utter chaos of the herobrine hunter #and i feel like squiddo enjoyers might enjoy the wild west that is the scenario smp #squiddo #forgelabs #lifesteal #scenario smp #id tag deceit but its not actually mentioned in the main post body so it gets my sorting tag instead: #dominioners

[just-some-gt-trash]

Blessed, cursed, or both?

AN: I am alive, shoutout to that one anon who worried about me.

This is my gift for @glacierruler for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange

I am so sorry for the delay, my school's stupid platform registered a bunch of mine and other classmates grades incorrectly and we spent the holidays making sure it was fixed, but here it is! Hope you like it c:

Summary: After his first day in a new school sucked as much as expected, Virgil is sure his day can't get any worse, until it does. At least there were two very weird but familiar individuals to keep him from dying, even if it meant they dragged him to a confusing investigation afterwards.

CW: explosions, near death experiences, swearing.

WC: 2866

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The walk home was longer than Virgil imagined. Yet again, any walk would seem to last an eternity to anyone on a new town.

Virgil's old school was perfect, as perfect as a high school could be, but at least it was perfect for him. A robotics and chemistry lab left practically all for himself was clearly the biggest appeal, but his classmates and teachers were nice too. The cafeteria food was the only thing Virgil could actually complain about.

Here, at one of the biggest cities in his country, one would believe the public schools would be quite well funded and have a lot of resources. It sounded like such a stupid mindset now that Virgil went to his earlier thoughts again.

His new school was a nightmare, almost an abandoned building. The chemistry lab, which also worked as a computer lab, was occupied by boxes full with old participation trophies and books that probably still had slurs written on their pages.

And if that wasn't ad enough already, his classmates were all dicks. No one cared enough about anyone but themselves to mind if they bumped with someone in the hallway or made them drop their books on the way to their locker.

"They're just surviving, you'll learn to do it too... eventually"

Those words kept repeating on Virgil's head, he didn't even know the name of the person decent enough to help him. Surviving... that shouldn't be an excuse for being an asshole.

Lost in his thoughts, Virgil almost didn't hear the giggles and laughs coming from the other side of the street.

Virgil looked back, spotting what appeared to be a fucking mansion, no, it was more like one of those rich neighborhoods with the clean white houses. Only it wasn't that, it was a school.

Oh great, he had fallen into the falling to crumbs public school and Olympus worthy private school stereotype hadn't he?

Virgil could actually feel the sun shinning bright above the fancy campus, despite the rest of the city being covered by storm clouds.

Moving on, back to going home... wait.

Taking a couple of steps back, Virgil realized the clouds actually did seem to part above the school.

Virgil looked over at the buildings surrounding it, grey sky, then back at the school, blue sky.

Well that was definitely not norm-

BOOM

An explosion.

Sure, add an explosion almost fucking KILLING him to te worst day of his life, why not?

Almost killing him... why wasn't he dead?

As Virgil opened his eyes, he could once again see that blue sky that filled his head with so many questions, and then he looked down only to e greeted with a set of perfect white teeth.

"Do not worry innocent citizen, the great Starbolt has saved you from disaster!"

Virgil could barely see this man's, Starbolt he said? Face with the sun shining behind him and the breeze blown his hair to his eyes.

Breeze?

Looking down, way down, Virgil could barely see the floor.

"HOLLY SHIT!" Virgil could only scream. He was flying! Actually flying! Well, Starbolt was, while carrying him. This man was making Virgil fucking fly with him.

boom

Another explosion, further into the city.

"Well, have to take this one." Was the only warning Virgil got from Starbolt before being dropped who knew how many feet off the air.

This time he couldn't even scream. Virgil was really screwed up now, and the sun had once again disappeared so there weren't any shadows where he could-

And then the floor stopped getting closer, Virgil felt a new pair of arms holding him and sure enough, someone caught him.

Seriously could death stop taunting him for only five minutes?

"Hey, you're the emo kid."

Virgil looked up, at this man's face, meeting a pair of bright red eyes. He's seen those eyes before... this person was at school earlier today.

"Um... hi?"

A smile Virgil could only describe as unsettling replied to him. "Welcome to the city, you won't die if you're lucky enough to have me around, not so much if you bump into those assholes over there though." He pointed to the sky, not before slapping a fucking boulder away with his bare hand, making it break around them.

Virgil looked to where his classmate was pointing. Another person floated alongside Starbolt as they lifted people away from the explosions.

It was then when he really took a look at both of them. Starbolt wore a mainly white suit with red and golden accents. A golden "S" resembling a lightning decorated his chest, and a red cape blew with the wind as the superhero flew. The look was tied together with a red mask only covering his green eyes.

The other one, whose name Virgil didn't know, somehow matched with Starbolt while still standing out as his own person. He wore a baby blue suit with white swirls decorating it, a pink scarf acted as a mask that covered his face lower half while the ends blew behind him like Starbolt's cape, and a pair of pink ballet shoes. Taking a better look at him made Virgil realize he wasn't actually flying, but jumping higher up than humanly possible.

Virgil's thoughts were interrupted once again by his classmate's voice

"Aaand, up you go"

"Wait wha-" Virgil couldn't finish his sentence before his classmate tossed him back up in the air, only to be caught again by Starbolt.

Virgil held tightly onto the man's shoulders as they landed, a crowd formed around them as the people clapped and cheered.

"Thank you, thank you. No need to clap really." Starbolt landed and let Virgil down on the ground safely, "I can't take all the credit, right Blaze?"

Blaze landed right next to them, Virgil couldn't see his face but could still tell he was smiling. "We did a great job!" Blaze eagerly mentioned as he highfived Starbolt, "You don't need to be modest about it"

Virgil was left standing between the two heroes. There were a million questions in his head and he couldn't even get a word out. So many things happened all at once and his mind was still trying to process it.

A buzzing sound and... a voice? Came out from an earphone both heroes were wearing, but Virgil wasn't close enough to understand the words.

Without even looking at each other, as if they were connected telepatically or something, both heroes bowed to the crowd around them and took off. Virgil watched as they flew and jumped away respectively.

Great, now what?

"You survived, awesome"

"Ah!" Was the only noise Virgil could let out after his classmate surprised him once again. "Not thanks to you and your friends"

"Pff, those guys? Nah we're not together. I just make sure they don't kill half the city's population with their neglect. Starbolt thinks he was quick enough to drop you, go and save more emo teenagers and come back before you splatted on the concrete and became a puddle of blood and broken bones."

Virgil rolled his eyes, "Thanks for that image."

His classmate smiled, "Don't mention it."

"Shouldn't you be like, all dressed up and protecting your identity or whatever?" Virgil asked, as he made his way back to the sidewalk.

"It's not like anybody pays attention to us, we're invisible. The only reason you recognized me it's because we go to the same school, but you clearly don't even know my name"

Virgil stopped and turned around to look at his classmate eye to eye, deciding to ignore the fact that he had to look up to actually do that. "Can you blame me? I just moved in and your school is full of douchebags who don't care about anyone but themselves. Do you know my name?"

He shrugged, "maybe I know, maybe I don't. I'll find out, we have our ways."

"Who's we?" Asked Virgil, "you keep saying that"

His classmate grinned and pointed towards the top of a nearby building with his eyes.

Virgil followed the teen's gaze, spotting another masked figure, a much darker one. This... hero? Was wearing all black, had a bowler hat a cape that matched, only his green half phantom of the opera style mask stood out from the darkness surrounding him.

Virgil could swear they made eye contact before the figure disappeared between the clouds.

"Welp, gotta run Virge." The teen announced, causing Virgil to shift his attention back to him. "Nice keeping you from becoming a resident in hell!"

"Wait so you did..." Aaand he was gone, "...know"

Whatever, it's not like Virgil cared that much, he had other stuff to worry about.

Stuff that kept Virgil's superhero encounter in the back of his mind the rest of the day, the next morning, and even halfway through the school day. And it would have stayed that way if it wasn't for-

"Hey VV!"

That.

Virgil gripped the sides of his lunch tray as he turned around and sure enough, there he was, same guy from yesterday.

He tried to ignore him, but it was hard considering the school's cafeteria was hardly double the size of a regular classroom. Even being at opposite sides of the room, they were still close enough to clearly notice each other.

Virgil sighed, it couldn't be worse than eating by himself. He walked over the table where his classmate was sitting, squeezing through a crowd of teenagers trying not to ruin his food.

His classmate smiled, "glad to know you haven't died since we last saw each other."

"Could tell you the same thing." Virgil replied wit a sarcastic tone, "are you going to tell me your name now or am I going to be kept in the dark forever?"

"Mmm, I don't know. I like the mystery surrounding me"

"Please, there's nothing mysterious about you Remus"

Virgil turned around as another voice interrupted them.

"Whyyy do you haaave to ruin my fuuun?" Remus complained as the third person sat next to him.

"Telling the truth is not ruining your fun dear."

That voice... "It's you, the guy who helped me yesterday."

Virgil managed to catch his attention, "I am. No need to thank me or anything."

"And don't call them a guy," Remus chimed in, "they them pronouns for this handsome please."

"Or just Janus, some people are too stubborn to care about anyones identity."

"Right, sorry." Virgil apologized.

Remus wrapped his arms around Janus, kissing his cheek multiple times in an almost aggressive way. That's when Virgil caught on, they were dating. "I can... go and leave you two alone if you want."

"Please don't" Janus put their hand between their cheek and Remus' lips. "Maybe with you here this scumbag will have some shame and stop being so publicly affectionate."

Remus grinned, "not a chance."

Janus rolled their eyes, "I'll keep him in line. Take a seat Virgil."

Virgil did as instructed, "for people who just care about surviving, it seems like everyone around him knows my name."

"I said other people don't care," Janus corrected. "We're the exception that makes the rule."

"Right, and do you know your boyfriend is going around the city showing everyone his inhuman strength?"

Remus snickered, "boyfriend is a strong word. We're barely friends with benefits"

Virgil almost chocked on his food as he swallowed, "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to assume I just-"

"He's joking." Janus interrupted, slapping Remus' hand as if they were reprimanding a little kid.

"You know you love me"

"And to answer your question," Janus looked back at Virgil, "I know. This idiot doesn't even try to cover his identity when cleaning those so called heroes' mess"

Remus groaned, "what's the point? It's not like they ever give credit or even say thank you."

"What is up with them anyway? Starbolt and Blaze?" Virgil's curiosity couldn't be ignored anymore, he had a million questions and couldn't figure out how to even begin asking them. "I didn't realized I was moving to Gotham."

That comment got a chuckle out of Janus. "At least Batman does his job right, those bastards are faker than-"

"My virginity!" Remus interrupted.

"Sure, that works." Janus sighed and took a bite out of an apple they had grabbed earlier. "We're pretty sure it's all staged, doesn't mean they're not putting innocent people's lives at risk."

"I think the clouds hide their wires" Remus said before slurping the last of his carton juice.

Virgil couldn't help but shake his head, "that would be true if they didn't open up around them."

Janus raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Remus. "What are you talking about?"

Virgil looked up rom his food, "haven't you noticed? They attract the sun beams or something."

"Maybe because yesterday was sunny?" Remus asked, his tone made Virgil think they thought he was joking.

"No... the only moment I've seen the sun since I got him was when I was in Starbolt's arms."

The couple looked at each other, confused.

Janus stood up and walked around the table, grabbing Virgil's hand without warning and pulling him up.

"W-wait wha-"

"Shh, just come with me."

Virgil pulled his hand out of Janus' grip, "I'm not going to be dragged away by someone I barely know without an explanation."

"Fine, you don't want to be dragged." Remus spoke from behind him.

Virgil turned around in time for Remus to grab him and carry him over his shoulder.

"P-Put me down!" Virgil struggled in Remus' grip to no avail. This guy really had superhuman strength.

Virgil's demands were ignored as Remus carried him around school. He gave up by the time they arrived to the main entrance.

Janus opened one of the schools front doors, "how's the climate today?"

"I would gladly tell you if Remus would let me down so I could look outside."

"No need!" Remus turned around so Virgil could answer without having to put him down.

Virgil sighed, he might as well answer and get this over with.

He looked up, a bunch of dark storm clouds made it impossible to actually look at the sky. Thunder and lightning accompanied the heavy rain, how come they coulnd't hear all this nose from inside?

"There's a storm" Virgil answered, plain and simple. "Will you let me down now?"

Janus looked up at the sky, "you're seriously not messing with me?"

Virgil groaned, "why would I be messing with you? It's right there."

Janus looked back at Virgil, then at their partner, making a sign to step out of the school.

Remus did as Janus signed, taking Virgil out in the storm with him.

"W-w-wait no! You don't know how bad my hair gets with humidity! The last thing I need is people making fun of..."

Virgil looked over at Remus, who remained completely dry under the rain. Virgil on the other hand, was already soaking wet after just a few seconds of being carried under the rain, "what?"

"Huh" Janus' face couldn't hide their surprise. They pulled Remus and Virgil back into the building.

Remus finally let Virgil down.

"What was that about? He's not only super strong but also waterproof?" Virgil squeezed the water from his sleeves and tried to fix his hair as he complained.

"He's not. There wasn't any storm outside, I thought you were joking but looking at you now... something else is going on here."

"No shit Sherlock" Virgil rubbed his face, accidentally smearing his eyeshadow.

Remus sighed, "you treat this like joke, but it's something serious. If sunbeams were following those assholes around that means they have something to do with this!"

Virgil shrugged, "why does that concern me? You and your mr. Black cape friend are the ones cleaning their mess, not me."

The three teens were getting annoyed at this point.

"It concerns you because you're the only one who can see what's happening" Janus explained.

"And that is not my fault. Go and ask anybody else if they can see the fucking storm becase I'm not getting myself involved in this craziness!" The lights flickered as Virgil lost control. He took a deep breath, he needed to calm down and just let everything go before anything suspicious happened and he had to flee again.

Janus looked up at the lights, then back as Virgil. This guy was nervous about something. "Look, we're not going to deep dive into why you have this ability if you don't want us to but we need your help."

Virgil crossed his arms, looking at his classmates as he analyzed his situation.

"It's up to you, but remember I can keep carrying you anywhere we want" Remus shrugged.

Virgil sighed, "and then you'll leave me alone?"

Janus nodded, "we will."

"Fine then," Virgil caved in. "What do you want me to do?"

#open endings my beloved #does this mean I'm back #i sure hope so #sanders sides #my writing #non gt #superhero au #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #anxiety sanders #deceit sanders #dark creativity sanders #light sides mention #thomas sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #ts virgil #ts deceit #ts remus #sanderssidesgiftxchange

[cluster-b-culture-is]

Aspd culture is your favored person telling you you can't have it because you're too loving

(Like yes i am but only with you)

.

#cluster b culture is #aspd culture is #cluster b #aspd #Mod Reef #anonymous #OH MY GOD that's fuckin. what #similar thing: when people say you can't have ASPD because you're ''not manipulative'' when. half the point of manipulating is-- #--making sure they don't know they're being manipulated #also if you look at the DSM-V (and yes i DO have the diagnostic criteria from the DSM-V pulled up right now) manipulativeness isn't even-- #--mentioned as a symptom? like it's not mentioned anywhere unless you count it under deceitfulness or reckless disregard for self/others #i was ORIGINALLY gonna say that it was only one out of many symptoms you could have but then i actually looked at the criteria and #it might mentioned be in the diagnostic features section but i don't wanna read through that big block of text with a headache lmao #and that also isn't part of the actual required criteria it's just talking about how it might present. so

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

The Stresses of Shapeshifting

Janus is struggling to regain control of his shapeshifting powers after they get away from him.

Thankfully, the noble Roman (and the others helped a bit too, I guess) was there to save the day!

In the end, all anyone really needs is a cuddle pile, Disney movies, pizza and... possibly inedible... cake.

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| Ao3 |

Warnings: General distress, a panic attack, minor swearing

Pairings: Platonic DRLAMP

Word Count: 3325

Notes: This is my first posted Sanders Sides fic!! I'm super excited, please be nice, but also please reblog/comment and let me know what you think because I'm nervous. Oh yeah, remember that I had ages ago about Janus' shapeshifting powers going crazy? this is that. haha.

Pings: @seren4d3 (there were a few more people who said they wanted to see it but didn't say they wanted to be pinged specifically so I won't ping because anxiety. If you want to be pinged for future fics in general or something specific, lemme know!! (be specific please lol)

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“Hey there padre-” Roman said with a smile, it was almost dinner time and he wanted to inquire who’s turn it was to cook, but he stopped as he walked around the sofa, smile falling. Just the look on Patton’s face making him stop in his tracks. Patton was sat on the couch, gripping his jeans with white-nuckled fists, he was staring into nothing with gritted teeth, the tensest Roman had ever seen his fellow side, “What on earth happened to you?”

Patton shook his head sharply, and thats when Roman noticed the glitchy flickering- his glasses, his eyes, Patton didn’t look quite right, something was just off, and then it wasn’t- then it was again. Minor shifts in appearance, nothing big enough to notice if you weren’t looking closely. Roman quickly placed his cup of coffee down on the coffee table and took a step closer, glancing around to see if he could spot any evidence as to what might be happening right now.

There was a small pile of black fabric with a hint of yellow off to the side- as if it had been thrown; it rang as familiar in Roman’s brain, on the arm of the sofa next to Patton was a pair of yellow gloves- Janus’ gloves? What were they doing here? 

“What in great Odin’s eyepatch is going on…” Roman muttered, looking back to Patton as if for answers, Patton only curled in further in response, moving his arms so he was in a position almost to hug himself, the flickering got stronger for a second, and Roman thought he saw Patton’s face shift completely before it it was pulled back into place. 

Roman moved over to the fabric and lifted it up- black with yellow lining- that was Janus’ cape… what on earth was Janus’ stuff doing here? Patton made a noise- it sounded strained and upset, but was obviously in protest, Roman huffed and carefully folded the cape, before putting it neatly on the coffee table. Patton relaxed minutely, before jerking forwards, his clothes glitched this time, Roman saw them turn black, for a moment Patton’s cardigan was gone, replaced with Logan’s collar, before immediately returning to Patton’s signature look. It almost looked like rubber banding in a video game. As if you were trying to customise your character but it kept lagging back to the default. 

“Patton?” Roman said gently, stepping forwards with his hands raised up, he wasn’t sure what was going on, but he knew it wasn’t good. Something was wrong with Patton. 

“Not- not-” Patton started through gritted teeth, before tensing up again, Roman could see his fingers digging into his arms, “Not Pa- not Patton-”

Roman stared for a moment, as (not?) Patton’s eyes shifted through colours, he noticed his own red- Remus’ green- Virgil’s purple- Logan’s blue and then back to Patton. He glanced at the gloves, then back at the cape, clues falling into place. In a flash, Roman pulled out his phone, sending a ping to the groupchat- ‘Code Yellow!!!!’ before shoving it back in his pocket and looking back to the side on sofa. 

“Janus?” Roman asked, Not-Patton nodded, going to say something before clenching his jaw, face contorted in what looked like extreme effort, the flickering got worse for a moment, before it cleared up, but Roman was no longer looking at Patton, but a mirror image of himself, granted his reflection looked like it had been dragged through a bush backwards. For a moment he had no words. 

“My hair is not that messy,” Was the statement that chose to come out of his mouth. Eloquent, Roman.

“Sorry-” Janus choked out, but even with the strained tone Roman could tell it wasn’t sincere, well, good thing the sarcastic snake was still in there somewhere, “Can’t- can’t control it-”

“Hey kiddos! What’s hippety happening down here- oh!” Patton- thank goodness the real Patton- had arrived on the scene first, Roman breathed a sigh of relief as Patton rushed over to the sofa, “Roman? Janus? What’s going on?”

Janus tensed up, digging his- now neatly painted and manicured- nails into the soft fabric of Roman’s tunic, the fabric bunching up under the pressure. The real Roman took a second to wring out his hands, feeling the nervous energy building up, he took a deep breath.

“I think Janus is having trouble with his shapeshifting powers,” Roman tried to explain, “I found him down here as you but he’s been glitching and shifting and- I mean you see him, right?”

“Yeah- yeah kiddo,” Patton nodded, quickly moving around to the front of the sofa and sitting down next to Janus, “Are you ok with touch right now, kiddo?”

A small nod was given in response, before Janus’ eyes went wide- his hair flickering from different styles- long to short, Romans’ regular fluffy but tamed look to Logan’s neat slicked back to Virgil’s dramatic bangs before settling on something not quite Roman but closer than before. Patton waited for the glitching to settle down a little before carefully putting an arm around Janus’ shoulders. 

“I can’t- I can’t-” Janus started, eyes still wide, he still was incredibly tense, he didn’t seem to be able to finish the thought though. Roman sat down on the sofa too after a few seconds hesitation, on Janus’ other side, and took a gulp of coffee that could not have looked princely in the slightest before putting the cup back down. 

“It’s ok,” Patton said softly, rubbing calming circles into Janus’ back, “You’re safe here, kiddo,”

“We don’t need anything from you right now,” Roman added, placing a hand on Janus’ arm to add his own comfort, he felt Janus relax slightly, slumping forward just a little. The glitching picked up for a moment, before settling back again as he relaxed. 

“What seems to be the issue?” Said Logan, appearing from the stairs, Roman looked back to see the logical side adjust his glasses, surveying the scene.

“Janus is struggling to control his shifting ability,” Patton explained easily, upon mention, Janus tensed up again, he curled in on himself as he glitched through a series of forms, before returning to Patton this time. The real Patton chuckled softly as he had to readjust his postion with the change.

“Keeps- changing,” Janus forced out through his teeth, “I can’t- can’t get back-”

“We’ll figure this out, kiddo, don’t you worry,” Patton said sotly, “Hey Logan? D’you think you could try and figure out what’s going on?”

“Of course,” Logan nodded, turning back to the stairs, “I’ll start in the memory hall, please contact me should there be any developments,”

“You got it, teach,” Roman said, shooting a smile back at the Logical side before focusing his attention back on Janus.

“I can’t- hold it,” Janus said, gripping his own arms tight as if for emphasis, he gasped, “Why- I can’t- I can’t keep hold of a form-”

With that he started shifting again, his clothes flickered first, then his hair, his eyes, his face shape, the fabric changing from Patton’s soft shirt to Virgil’s firmer but still amazingly soft hoodie, his hair settled on Virgil’s purple and Patton had to readjust again- Virgil was like a stick compared to both him and Roman. 

It took a moment to realise Janus hadn’t taken a breath since he shifted, simply staring at his arms eyes wide, his hands had released their vice grip on his arms and were now shaking violently in his lap, seconds later Janus had shrugged Patton and Roman off and was starting to take sharp short breaths that Roman was certain weren’t getting him the air he needed.

“No no- not Virgil- no, no I promised- I can’t-” Janus forced out between breaths, “I promised I would- I would never this-”

“Janus, Janus, kiddo I need you to breathe, you’re panicking, it’s ok,” Patton instructed firmly, wanting to reach out again but keeping his hands threaded together in his lap. Janus’ refusal of touch just now had been clear. 

“It’s not, it’s not ok I promised him- I promised- I can’t-” Janus shook his head, gripping his trousers.

“Jan?” Roman’s head whipped around to find the real Virgil had arrived in the doorway, Janus jolted hearing his voice, and began to shake even worse.

“Virgil I’m sorry- I’m sorry- sorry-” Janus repeated, Roman looked up at Virgil, trying to ask for help using his eyes. Virgil mumbled something, before hurrying over to join them.

“Jan, Jan you need to calm down,” Virgil muttered, kneeling in front of Janus in his own form, “You’re having a panic attack Janus,”

“Virgil I’m sorry,” Janus said, sounding so upset that Roman couldn’t help but want to wrap him up in a blanket and hug him to death, “I didn’t- I can’t- I can’t control it- I can’t shift- I-”

“It’s ok Jan,” Virgil interrupted, he reached forwards and gently took Janus’ hands, Roman could see that the hold was loose enough that Janus could easily pull away, but Janus did the opposite, gripping Virgil’s hands like a lifeline, “Breathe with me, alright? Breath in for four seconds…”

Janus did so, Roman recognised this breathing exercise, Virgil had had Thomas do it all those years ago in Virgil’s room. When they first accepted him.

“Hold for seven seconds, you’re doing really well Jan,” Virgil told him, rubbing the tops of Janus’ hands with his thumbs, “And breath out for six seconds, good, keep doing that, in for four…”

Amazed, Roman watched as Janus’ shoulders relaxed, he started flickering again, but Roman thought that might be a good sign right now- he hadn’t flickered at all as Virgil, maybe it was to do with how panicked he was? Roman watched at Janus eventually switched to Remus’ form, Patton’s nose wrinkled for a moment, before he smiled.

“Ew…” Janus huffed after a final deep breath, finally calm enough to find words, “I hate being Remus,”

Roman couldn’t help but snort, “Too messy for you? Mr. Prim and Proper?”

Janus shot him a glare, which only made Roman laugh coming from Remus- who wasn’t really a ‘glare’ kind of person, rabies infested dog? He could portray one perfectly, glaring? Remus had never been able to get it right, Virgil gave Roman a reproachful look, though, which shut him up pretty fast. 

“Oh hey am I late to the party?” The real Remus flung himself over the back of the sofa- startling Patton, who’s lap was unfortunately the target of this horrible attack, “Hi other me! Where’s Janny?”

“I am Janus, you fool,” Janus said, pushing Remus’ legs off of him, Remus simply put them back. 

“His shifting was on the fritz,” Virgil sighed, glaring at Remus, who stared at Janus with a look that could have been surprise.

“That hasn’t happened in forever though!” Remus said, swinging an arm.

“Woah- careful there, kiddo,” Patton said, narrowly dodging an elbow to the face.

“Sorry sweetcakes! Speaking of cake, I should make some! Cake always helps!” Remus grinned.

“Not when it’s your cake,” Roman muttered, Remus gasped, offended, and jumped up, Patton winced. 

“My cake is the best around!” Remus yelled, turning around and slapping his own ass. Roman sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

“I meant literal cake and you knew that,” Roman said, still adamantly looking away. Remus just giggled. 

“Cake… would be nice,” Janus said slowly, Remus cheered.

“See! Janny wants cake, so I should make cake,” Remus grinned, Roman deemed it safe to look back, and found Remus kneeling on the ground and giving Patton pleading eyes, “Pwease? I pwomise I won’t make a mess?”

Patton sighed, “Remember the rules?”

“No usually inedible ingredients, no explosions,” Remus counted off on his fingers, “I’m not allowed to use the entire pot of paprika… um.”

“No intentional messes, or science experiments,” Patton finished.

“Yeah that! Can I use the kitchen now?” 

“Go ahead…” Patton said with a wistful sigh. He may as well say goodbye to the kitchen now.

—-

“I think I’ve figured it out,” Logan said, having reappeared about fifteen minutes later. Janus’ switching had calmed down from what it had been before. Though occasionally he would still switch between the other sides. In that time, Roman and Patton had switched sides so that Patton could keep a better eye on Remus in the kitchen. Virgil had remained with them as well, and was now wedged in between Roman and Janus. Roman thought he looked rather content, curled up against his side.

“Oh really? That’s great Lo!” Patton said, smiling happily, “What is it?”

“It seems to be connected to stress, so the condition may be elevated by stressful of anxiety enducing situations,” Logan said, looking at a notebook, “Have you observed something of the sorts?”

“Yeah I think so… It was worse when you were panicking, right Jan?” Roman asked, looking over at Janus.

“Yes…” Janus said, “Panicking made the switching worse or more- eugh- more frequent,”

“And a panic attack trapped you in one form until you calmed down a little,” Virgil added quietly, Janus managed to hide the flinch well, but Roman still noticed the slight jerk of his hand.

“That seems accurate to what I have found as well,” Logan nodded, scribbling something on his book, “I believe the best course of action would be to get some rest and avoid any situation that may cause negative emotions to take hold of you,”

“Thanks Logan!” Patton grinned, “Hey, since we’re already all here and comfy, how about we have a movie night?”

“Can we watch Disney?” Roman perked up, Patton chuckled.

“We’ll let Janus choose, ok kiddo?” Patton smiled, Roman sighed but nodded, it made sense. That didn’t mean he had to like it.

“Disney is fine,” Janus said with a small smile as his face flickered between Virgil and Patton’s, “Aladdin first,”

“Aladdin is a perfect choice!” Roman said, raising a fist with renewed vigour.

“Hey Logan, I hate to ask for another favour, but would you mind checking on Remus…?” Patton asked with a worried smile, “He insisted on making cake…”

Logan leveled Patton with an unimpressed look, “And you let him?”

“He said he’d follow the rules!” Patton protested, Logan let the tiniest hint of a smile slip onto his face.

“I shall check on the state of our kitchen,” Logan promised, “I will also check the freezer to see what ‘comfort foods’ we have, I will forgo insisting on a healthy choice in favour of comfort tonight.”

“You’re amazing Logan!” Patton called as thanks.

“Thank you Lo,” Virgil called.

“I shall create a more comfortable space for us to sit and watch the movies,” Roman said, wanting to contribute to the night of relaxation they were gearing up for.

“Thanks kiddo, that would be awesome,” Patton said, giving him a thumbs up.

“Can I have one of those fleecy blankets?” Janus asked quietly. 

“Done!” Roman grinned, a folded blanket appearing in his arms, he quickly handed it to Janus, before conjuring a good seven more- so that everyone would have a blanket to snuggle under with more to spare. He conjoured the fluffiest pillows he could and laid them out so everyone could find a space to be comfortable.

“Onesies, anyone?” Roman asked, snapping his fingers to switch his regular outfit into his onesie. Patton gasped, clapping his hands in excitement, before switching his own clothes to his cat onesie. Virgil shrugged off his hoodie before willing his onesie to replace his clothes. He handed the hoodie to Janus, who wrapped it around his shoulders.

“A onesie may not mesh well with this constant shifting,” Janus sighed, “So Virgil’s hoodie will have to do,”

“Don’t you dare imply that my hoodie is second rate,” Virgil pouted, glaring at Janus, who smiled.

“Did I say that? I missed the part where I said that,” 

“Asshole,” Virgil said, shoving Janus lightly, though there was a smile on his face.

“Now kiddo, theres no need for that kind of language,”

“Sorry Pat,” Virgil said, “But that language is always necessary when it comes to Jan,”

“Virgil!” Janus gasped, a hand to his chest, “I’m offended!”

“Shut up and get comfortable, doofas,” Virgil huffed, elbowing him in the side. Janus elbowed him back. Which led to a playful fight breaking out on the couch. 

“You guys are going to ruin my pillow arrangement!” Roman whined as he dimmed the lamps so that- while they could still see- it was dark enough to comfortably watch a film. Patton laughed.

“It’s ok kiddo, they’ll probably get messed up anyway, don’t worry too much,” Patton smiled as Virgil attempted to suffocate Janus with a pillow, though both Patton and Roman could tell that Janus wasn’t actually suffering and they were both having fun, so simply decided to leave it be (with a comment from Patton about how violence wasn’t the answer of course).

“Remus’ cake is baking at the moment,” Logan informed the others after he had surveyed the place, Remus in tow, “I made sure to test it for toxins and/or other harmful substances before he put it in the oven, so I can assure you that it’s safe as of now. As for dinner, I’ll be able to put the pizza in the oven after the cake has finished baking, so we may as well start the film now, as it will be about 54 minutes until the food can be served.”

“Thanks Logan! Come sit down, both of you, Roman made the place all comfy!” Patton smiled. Logan nodded, calmly switching his clothes into his unicorn onesie (he had become much more comfortable wearing it around the others as time had passed) before sitting in one of the armchairs (instead of the sofa where everyone else was crowding) and covering himself neatly with a blanket. 

Remus, in comparison, dove onto the sofa and wormed his way underneath the blankets. Ending up with his head in Patton’s lap and his feet in Roman’s, his body splayed over Virgil and Janus, effectively stopping them from continuing their fight.

“Can I-” Remus started, Logan cut him off.

“Onesie or decent pajamas,” Logan said, holding up a finger, “If you wish to watch the movie naked, you will have to go behind the sofa. That is the rule.”

Remus pouted, but switched into a tank top and sweatpants nonetheless, Once everyone had adjusted to Remus’ presence on top of them, Roman pressed play on the movie and the group settled into a comfortable night of movies and relaxation.

—-

When Janus woke up the next morning, he registered multiple feelings at once. First, he was himself again and didn’t feel any of the weird queasiness from constantly changing as he had been the night before, even the lingering nausea from the amount of truth-telling was managable. Next, Virgil was curled up at his side, fast asleep, and he himself was resting against Patton’s chest who had one arm wrapped around Janus in return. He was also still asleep, and Janus realised that- while he had an arm around Virgil, he was also hugging Patton. Remus was there as well, curled up against Patton’s other side, stealing the comfort of his other arm. Roman was sandwiching Virgil against his side, snuggling up against the anxious side and trapping him there. They were still all wrapped up in blankets and still on the couch from last night. Though Janus noticed that all of the plates and glasses had been cleared away and the coffee table wiped down. Logan was up then. This was only confirmed by the smell of toast and pancakes he noticed wafting from the kitchen. 

He smiled softly, making no effort to move, as he marvelled in the sight of the others, sleeping soundly all together, with him in the middle. They all cared so much about eachother, him included, it really was amazing how far they’d come.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #deceit sanders #ts deceit #ts roman #janus sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #platonic drlamp #drlamp #fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fluff #hurt/comfort #they're just cute little beans #i love them all very much #cw panic attack #cw swearing #food mention #rowans writings

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i  just  think  it's  very  fascinating  how  scara  likes  to  adjust  his  approach  when  he's  trying  to  figure  out  the  most  efficient  way  to  gain  his  desired  OUTCOME.

#𝟎𝟎𝟒 : 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥. ◟ hc .◝ #( mentioned it on discord but that last reply got me thinking about it again. ) #( mean is his default and we've seen him feign friendliness before but it's so interesting to see it in action ) #( he has a little toolbelt and he cycles through each tool while he tries to figure out which one would work best in any given situation ) #( he discards them in an instant if they don't prove effective ) #( maybe he'll pretend to be sympathetic. maybe he'll try to gaslight you. maybe he'll play mind games. maybe he'll actually hurt you. ) #( he is so full of malice towards everyone but that doesn't necessarily mean he'll go from 0 to 100 in any given situation ) #( sometimes other tactics will pay higher dividends. ) #( the only constant is that he prioritizes his own interests above yours everything else is completely unpredictable ) #( it all ties in to how his sense of self just feels so flimsy and malleable. ) #( EDIT: also ren by comparison is very funny because he CAN still be deceitful but he usually does Not have the energy for this anymore )

[two-am-outlines-only]

Gentle Care

Summary: Virgil has been on edge for days now. Janus notices and resolves to fix it.

Warnings: some swearing, briefly mentioned disassociation, sleeplessness, blood, food mention

Ships: platonic Virgil and Janus

Word Count: 1, 898

AO3 Link

Virgil jerked awake for the final time that night, swearing loudly and waving towards his phone violently to get the music to stop. He sat up, scrubbing at his already red eyes in frustration.

Ever since the wedding he had been feeling tense, wrapped up in replaying conversations over and over in his mind and how they could have gone differently, better. Mulling over the fact that Patton had had a mental fucking breakdown and that Janus was coming around a lot more often, mostly for breakfast and dinner, in turn leading Remus to pop up around this side of the mind scape more often than he had previous and setting him even more on edge. 

Since Thomas was still trying to process everything he kept everything as tightly bottled up as he could, letting almost none of it spill over to him and getting no release of his own. His shoulders and neck ached and no amount of rolling would release the tension. His stomach flipped with pent up nervous nausea mixing unpleasantly with the hunger pangs from not eating as much to try and combat said nausea. Groaning with more frustration he swung his legs painfully over the side of the bed and shakily reached for his usual hoodie, his whole body aching with the effort it took.

He quickly covered up his eye bags with his usual shadow and left the room for breakfast since he knew if he didn't Patton would be worried and he was already worried enough. He made it to the table just as Patton finished frying the eggs, thinning his lips into a tight line as the smells worked to confuse his stomach further. Barely holding back a groan he curled up slightly in his chair, cringing as it squeaked in protest in the silent kitchen. Things had been mostly resolved between Patton and Janus but it seemed Logan and Roman were still working through the upset, something they'd have to address soon but for now just made meals a silent and awkward affair. The fatherly side had long since stopped trying to break the tension at meals, resolving to simple questions mostly asking what everyone's plans were and if they were all feeling alright which mostly led to half hearted answers at best if he received any at all.

Thinking about all of this Virgil snuck a glance around the table, stomach tightening more as no one looked up from their plates. He struggled to keep his nerves in check, grimacing with the effort it took to keep the waves from rolling off of him and effecting anyone else. Hours seemed to pass as the minutes went by, Roman standing first and curtly thanking Patton before going off to wherever he hid these days. Logan was next, his thanks only slightly more polite as he made some excuse about wanting to get short term something or other into long term storage of buzzing silence and noise that was slowly overwhelming him and ringing of something as a door closed somewhere and-

A hand on his shoulder had him jumping from his seat and hissing, forgotten breakfast sitting stone cold at an otherwise empty table. Idly wondering how long he had been out of it his searching eyes locked onto the side responsible for his upset in the first place, expression darkening into a glare as he yanked his sleeves down past his hands.

"What?" He growled.

Yellow gloved hands stayed at submissive shoulder height, his expression pinched with concern. "You've been sitting here for an hour and you weren't responding to your name. I thought it best to bring you back from wherever you had gone."

Virgil snatched his plate up and with slight guilt dumped the ruined breakfast in the garbage. "I didn't ask you to."

"No." Janus acknowledged simply, lowering his arms back down and leaning against the table. "You haven't been eating."

"The fuck do you care?"

"It's my job. You also haven't been sleeping. You're eyeshadow doesn't hide it as well as you might hope."

Swearing quietly as he squirted too much soap on the rag he set about viciously scrubbing at his breakfast plate. "It's your job to care about Thomas."

"And as a part of Thomas I also care for you." Janus replied smoothly. "I know things have been more difficult lately and I can only imagine-"

"You don't know shit. You stopped knowing when I left." He felt almost bad for shooting the other down so harshly but he was so tired and now cranky that he hadn't gotten to eat breakfast and didn't know if his stomach was thanking or punishing him.

"Be that as it may I'm around more now which means I notice things more. We may still be on...uncertain terms but that does not mean I care any less."

The sudden pressure of tears shocked him momentarily, exhaustion making the welling emotions hard to crest as he barely registered the tone Janus was using. No judgement. No anger. No patronizing. He turned to look at the other, startling at openly honest expression etched across his face. The hand holding the rag slipped on the plate and slammed into the sink, withdrawing quickly as he hissed and dropped the plate. The sharp knife left in the sink from god knows what was splattered red as his fingers beat a painful rhythm. Janus was there suddenly, making him recoil even as soft words of reassurance were spoken. Drooping eyes met ones filled with concern and suddenly it was too much, nerves fraying painfully in his chest as he struggled to take in a breath around the sob that escaped him.

"Virgil." He looked back up as tears ran freely down his face, eyes flicking down again to watch the now bare hands being held open in front of him, unmoving and welcoming. "Let me take care of you."

Squeezing his eyes shut he simply nodded and felt a gentle hand on his arm accompanied by the familiar sensation of sinking down and rising up again. He felt himself being led forward and pushed down, landing a little roughly on a hard, cool surface. A towel was wrapped around his hand as he leaned against a wall, silent sobs continuing to rock through him as he adamantly refused to make a sound. Shuffling was heard and the room filled with the scent of peroxide, the dry towel replaced with a shockingly cool rag that stung the cut along his fingers. He didn't have the energy to react more than twitching his fingers absently, barely registering a near silent tune drifting around him. The rag was taken away and replaced with a kind of cream quickly covered by carefully placed Band-Aids before he realized what the sound was.

Humming.

Janus was humming a nameless tune quietly, filling the buzzing silence that Virgil was grateful wasn't being filled with questions, his hand already feeling better. Another sob escaped him as he realized how much he missed this, how much he had missed Janus knowing when he needed to be taken aside and away, knowing when to push and when to silently support. He cracked an eye open as Janus put everything away quickly and turned back to him, eyes softening as they landed on the younger side. The deceitful side offered a hand to him that he took after a beat of hesitation, dragging himself upright and allowing himself to be led out of the bathroom.

Janus deposited him on the edge of the bed as he reached for the abandoned phone on the nightstand and typed in a password that was never changed. Virgil watched with little more than passive curiosity, eyes lighting up slightly as his playlist he had recently put together started to push back against the oppressive room and thin out the air that had become a struggle to breathe in.

Janus turned to him and motioned behind him. "May I sit?"

Offering a raised eyebrow but deciding it was entirely too much work to concern himself at this point Virgil merely shrugged. "Why the fuck not." He mumbled out.

He just barely caught the eyeroll aimed towards him before the bed dipped and Janus was behind him, crossed legs fitting close to the small of his back and hands resting tentatively on his shoulders. Virgil relaxed slightly as he realized the others intentions, Janus taking it as permission to continue.

A sob of relief left his mouth this time as careful fingers dug at the base of his neck, rolling into the muscles even as they protested. The fingers paused as Virgil shifted, shrugging off his hoodie and throwing it in a random direction. A soft laugh joined the music as the hands returned to their previous administrations. His thumbs dug in gently on either side of his spine and fingers gripped just above his collarbone. The muscle finally gave as Virgil sagged in relief, tension officially taking a well deserved vacation as his shoulders dropped for the first time in days. Janus' hands moved gradually outward, rolling fingers massaging his shoulders further down as he sighed into the feeling. He startled slightly as his chin met his chest, blinking his eyes open wondering when he had shut them. He smiled and reached up to wipe at his cheeks, Vindicated filling the room and his chest with a quiet calm despite the tune.

"I always liked this song." Janus' voice rumbled against his back and he jumped again, brain turned to near mush struggling to realize the fact that he had let himself lean back against the other as he continued to work the last of the tension from his neck and shoulders. He hummed in agreement as he relaxed back, figuring if Janus hadn't said anything it was probably okay to stay where he was, at least for now. Virgil's eyes slipped shut as he sighed again, face dry and hands lax just letting the sensations wash over him and help ease him even further. Subconsciously he began breathing deeply, matching the rise and fall of the chest pressed against him as the music grew quieter and the hands gentler, any stubborn resistance fully leaving as consciousness left him completely.

Janus continued massaging the younger sides shoulders for a couple minutes longer until he gradually stopped but continued his deep breathing for Virgil's benefit. He felt like putty against him, making him suspicious of just how long Virgil had gone without properly relaxing. He sighed and gently brought his hand up to the anxious sides hair, running his fingers through the tangles gently and smoothing out any unruly strands. Virgil sighed in his sleep and leaned even further into him making him smile sadly. He had missed this. Not Virgil being so wound up that he neglected his health but being able to help the other unwind in a way he rarely let himself do. Wrapping gentle arms around him Janus let his cheek rest an top of the soft fluff of hair, letting the emo's music wash over him with a familiarity he hadn't realized he missed as much as he did. He let his eyes close as he huffed quietly.

He knew this wouldn't fix everything, that hadn't even been the goal. But he held a faint hope that this may be a start.

#oren writes #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #janus sanders #sanders sides janus #deceit sanders #sanders sides deceit #virgil sanders #sanders sides virgil #blood tw #food mention #insomnia

[master-k0hga]

K I R A - OC

[ Category: The Promised Land ]

" Lord of the Deceitful / Lord of Deceit "

Notice: I have loads of OCs but there are also sub categories.. Like OCs with "Important roles" and "side OCs" which are not entirely my "Main OCs" but still very much matter to the worlds I've created with them... This is //cough// In association with the Promised Land and the Frostclaw.

| AKA. This mischievous one has many names; " Master of Disguises ", " Lord of Mischief ", " a Cold blooded King ", " Kira, Lord of the Deceitful ". His little hideout/fortress is located where a secluded village used to reside, now built entirely of blood, anger and envy for the land that rumoured to have "wronged him" some time ago.. Referring to the Promised Land and it's inhabitants to clarify, however for whatever reason for his vile and treacherous actions is still a mystery as to what he means by being wronged by the world.

Anyways, this is Kira, the one who has ruined many lives, families and so on; Caligo of course being one of his victims of not only almost being executed and their blood used for his dark rituals, but also being driven out by their one and only home before Asim took them in.. The Deceit, previously known as the Secluded tribe before he took over, were very alone and as obviously mentioned, secluded from the rest of the Promised Land.. Kira made himself and the devastation of the Nocturnal Elves very well known when he took over and killed/enslaved many of his own kind before branching off his minions far and wide to spread fear into the hearts of many.. Nocturnal Elves can also be born with a rare genetic; This genetic creates a slight mutation within the blood, mainly of women or female presenting, this rate genetic is known as "Witch blood" where it not only changes the blood from the usual red to an almost luminous green, but also seemingly taps into their "inner third eye" and unlocks stronger abilities than what Nocturnal Elves are capable of.

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Nocturnal Elves are magic bearers, their magic consists of manipulation either via the mind or visual; They have always been seen as the mischievous lot within the Promised Land, even way before Kira took over as a tyrant

Despite almost all Nocturnal Elves being able to use magic, it is mostly ever common within women and female presenting people of the civilization; Kira was one of the "unfortunate ones" to not have that ability , however he has found ways, with the aid of those who bear and follow the same mindset as his, to not only be able to obtain powerful magics of the rare "witches" blood, he willingly drained rare blood of those who had the same blood genetic. Caligo's mother being a victim of those rituals and eventually getting sick and succumbing to both the illness and the effects of the ritual, but Kira almost successfully putting Caligo through the same fate

Nocturnal Elves are commonly born with slit mesmerizing green eyes that almost glow during the night, hence how they ended up being called "Nocturnal Elves" by the other inhabitants of the Promised Land. It's also rumoured that their eyes also contain hypnotising-like abilities themselves

Kira was but a feeble homeless child before his dark upbringing into power by his own hands (along with the persuasion and manipulative ways), he has done many horrible things to both the people and leaders of the land; Threatening the King of Gold and attempted several times to steal his child, trying to pit kingdoms and regions against each other with a few occasions where he succeeded, and even sending out his minions to trouble specific provinces of every region to disrupt the peace between the majority of the kingdoms

Although he seems more like a menace on the outside, he's actually been planning a huge takeover of the Promised Land for years, even as to making himself almost immortal with said blood rituals and sacrifices to get what he desires. What makes it worse is that he's cunning, he knows exactly what he's doing and what he wants

Nobody knows his face, nobody knows anything about what he looks like except for his one singular eye he smugly and mischievously glares at his victims/enemies with

However unable to be proven, it is rumoured that he and Caligo could've had chemistry in the past, or at last Kira assumed they did; His obsession to hunt and look for Caligo, even going as far as to send out bounty hunters and assassins of all kinds just so they could get to them and return them to him, makes it seem how true such a rumour could have been

Whether or not his motives are reasonable or not, whether he is right with the motives he has and for the unbearable hatred he has for the provinces within the Promised Land, specifically for the Golden Palace that seems to burn bright within him; He harasses, taunts, hurts and brings misery wherever he goes with no remorse, there is nothing or no one for him to care for but himself, not even his own loyal followers who willingly do whatever he wants or says.. No doubt he sees whoever but himself as replaceable or disposable as long as he gets what he has been working for his life..

.. Either way, he's causing chaos wherever he goes and cackling like a mad man while doing so

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... This may seem very messed up and non-sensical with my words,,, Idk how to word and never have tbh so like... Idk... But either way, just like another guy I posted- King of the Golden Palace, Aurelius, who also had some overall basic info about him and everything and even vaguely mentioned about Kira on there along with a bunch of other posts that have to do with the Promised Land...

Anyways- Kira, Lord of the Deceitful. Although not an "official" leader of any kingdom or region as he just made an empire from the get-go or so much anger, mischief, manipulation and just overall having a way with words to get those on his side, he still has quite the place here that he... Well, surely made for himself of course!!

He's what you could call the "villain" of this land and is in fact a pretty big bad... Also kinda big mad cuz even though he may seem, snide, calm and cocky, he does in fact have a side of him that he will bring out when he snaps... Not everyone can keep their cool for potential losses can they................... But yeah.... Also just like Aurelius, I also have a slightly older design of Kira that I drew along with the other leaders that did somewhat change slightly in design... Although not really by that much, I just drew a design, updates it and actually made it look somewhat decent in my eyes..

.. Ngl it very much looks almost the same as his new design I drew for him, just extra limbs that are actually forbidden magic and his anatomy is kinda a turn on for me lmao- It's just funny how originally this character was actually going to be like a rival clan with the Yiga clan from BotW/AoC/TotK who was deeply obsessed with Kohga and would actively kidnap him on multiple occasions while trying to kill him and take over Hyrule for himself...

.... Which doesn't entirely seem so farfetched now since the Promised Land there are literally technologies from all realms and realities, along with being able to dimension hop with SAID scavenged technologies and so on-

Almost like Kohga was a disguise for Caligo to hide from Kira so they couldn't be found and drained of their blood by him lmao

... I love the idea and very much it's practically canon as they all used to be related to such, but I don't wanna officialise that concept cuz technically they are their own thing.. Anyways...

That's enough out of me...

I have so much more to do and I'm nowhere near done yet-... And yeah, again- Sorry about the non-sensical bullshit, I'm not good at writing and overall when I'm tired or overwhelmed I literally cannot words for the life of me..

. Kira, Art © Me . DON’T RE-POST .

#MASTER-K0HGA #Ary / Kohga Chronicles #Ary / Kohga OCs and Works #Kira #Lord of the Deceitful #Cult of the Deceit #Original Character #Fandomless #OC #My Art #My OC #My Character #The Promised Land #Frostclaw Traders #Frostclaw #Technically the Deceit and the Frostclaw. Despite having a couple run ins here and there #They actually don't have that much connection other than they are a threat to Takeshi's traders tribe cuz they are very close allies with #the Golden Palace... And Kira attacks anyone who is DEFINITELY on the ally side of the King of Gold!! #.. Besides the things I've already posted about Kira and a little about his empire.. There isn't really all that much to mentioned #Or to talk further about so like... This is p much it until I delve further in the lore and history of the Promised Land... #And I would LOVE to do a hell of a lot about it! In a sense all my species. Tribes and that are indirectly related #Zareans may be from another planet but that wouldn't stop the inhabitants of the Promised Land jumping dimensions #And eventually coming across this tropical yet potentially very cold planets with it's fishy-humanoid species! #.. My misc OCs included too.. Technically they're all connected sine dur hur they're all my worlds and shit in the end so... #Connections cannot be severed as much as I try and as much as I would like to split them all up... It's just how it is... Oh well! moving o

[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.

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[miyakuli]

As much I try to be careful on twitter, I've been fooled by AI =='''' thankfully I never asked permission to the wrong account until now but uhhh, since I RT some by mistakes (rarely but still), I'm so paranoid now when I want to share fanarts on my blog.....or even reblog ;;

#that's so annoyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing #especially when the account doesn't mention it on their profile :'((( that's so deceitful >< #personal

[savageboar]

finding out alphar*d literally cheats to continue failed challenge runs just for content is so lame. why are you doing a nuzlocke if you're just gonna ignore the rules when your team wipes and continue anyway bc you're too lazy to start over.

#i already didn't really like his pokemon content #but this is just the most deceitful way to make money off of pokemon content lol #he never mentions cheating until pchal is giving his runs criticism #if there were no stakes at all then is the content actually good #hades.txt