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yeah unfortunately I think we are doomed to forever be separated by time zones unless I am traveling :(

prompt: hmm okay I have one. Janus is having an *awful* day and is snapping at everyone. desperately clinging to the last threads of his self control. (side of your choice) is finally like "okay, you need to be put down for a trance/nap/orgasm/all of the above" and semi-forcibly hypnotizes him into chilling the fuck out and giving up control.

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hiii alien anonnnn so this has been sitting in my askbox for literally months <3 <3 but i finally found the ouevre to do it so. i may be a little rusty tho so sorry <3

roughly 1.5k words. dom!logan, dom!roman, sub!janus. roloceit. no actual sex, just trance. Induction is written out. use of 'good boy' as praise. hypnosis.

as always, full fic under the cut

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Janus hates that he’s snapping at everyone. Remus can take it, usually laughs in Janus’ face about it, which makes it worse, honestly, but Janus appreciates that Remus can take it. Logan can too, actually, but the others all take it some level of personal, and Janus wishes he weren’t feeling so crabby, but he’s just-

He’s wired that way today, it seems.

Roman stares at him a little longer each time after every snappy remark, and Janus is sulking now, he wants to be close but everything is kind of loud, and he feels electric in a bad way, and he just wants-! …He doesn’t know what he wants.

Logan is sitting on the sofa. Janus is sitting in the armchair. Roman is sitting on his bean-bag throne. Roman and Logan keep shooting each other glances, even as Janus pretends to ignore them with a scowl on his face.

Why is it so hard to ask to be looked after? He wants to be looked after. He feels like shit, and he wants to be looked after. Janus finds himself tearing up, and he hides his face.

It’s when he hears movement that he looks up, and realises Roman has heaved himself out of his bean-bag throne and closed the difference between he and Logan, and he’s leaning down to whisper in Logan’s ear.

“Mm,” Logan says in agreement, before he rises to his feet too.

They approach Janus, which makes him shy away a little, shrink into the armchair.

“What do you want?” he snaps. “Leave me alone.”

“Do you really want that?” Logan asks, tilting his head, and Janus stares a moment. “Or do you want us?”

“We’re happy, you know,” Roman says, and he moves to Janus’ left a little more. “Happy to try take care of you.”

Logan moves to Janus’ right, sitting on the edge of the sofa.

“You’ve been highly strung all day,” Logan points out. “We have noticed. We want to help you.”

“We promise we will help you,” Roman adds, and he perches on the left armrest of Janus’ chair, and Janus keeps looking between them, unsure where to focus. “Don’t even worry about which one of us you want to look at. Do whatever you like.”

“Listen to whoever you like,” Logan adds. “Roman or I, we both want the same thing for you. To relax.”

“Yes, to relax,” Roman agrees, and Janus’ hands clench on his pants, he stares straight ahead so he’s not looking either in the eye. He can guess what they’re up to. And t-that’d be nice, but it- Janus isn’t- Janus won’t drop so easily. Surely he can’t, all stressed like this. “Don’t even worry about it, darling. There’s no rush, there’s no panic. It’s just you, me, and Logan. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Janus looks at him, trying to keep a cynical look on his face, and he shakes his head softly.

“Oh, you don’t believe us?” Logan leans in a little, and Janus blinks as he turns to face Logan only to realise how close Logan suddenly is. “We do want you to relax. There’s nothing else you need to focus on other than Roman and I. Unless you want anything else…?”

Janus stares for another long moment, before he realises they’re waiting for a response, and he swallows, wets his lips, and softly says, “No…”

Roman and Logan both smile. Roman’s comes out as a sharp and eager grin. Logan’s looks perfectly normal, if it weren’t for how dark his eyes get, how hungrily they trace the shape of Janus’ face.

“You don’t have to worry,” Roman says, and he holds out his hand.

Janus hesitates, staring at it, before he slowly puts his hand in Roman’s.

“May we take off your gloves?” Roman asks.

Janus shakes his head.

“Aright,” Logan finishes, and he offers a hand too, and Janus looks at his hand, and hesitates a little longer before he puts his hand in Logan’s too. “Thank you for telling us.”

“We just want you to breathe,” Roman says softly, and he closes his fingers loosely around Janus’ hand. Then, slow and gentle, Roman pulls Janus’ hand towards him, then away from him in a small circle. Both Logan’s and Janus’ eyes follow the shape of it, before Logan silently copies the motion himself.

Janus feels- he already feels way more… fluid. Just kind of… being moved by their hands. They are moving him, and he doesn’t have to think about it.

“Breathe in,” Logan says.

Janus doesn’t question it. He breathes in.

“Hold,” Roman says.

Janus’ eyes fall to the floor as he does what they say.

“Breathe out,” Logan finishes.

Janus lets the air woosh out of him, head bowing.

“If your eyelids are feeling heavy, that’s alright,” Logan tells him, and Janus blinks slowly. Logan’s right. They are feeling heavy.

“You can close them, if you want,” Roman offers. “You can let your eyes close as you just breathe, nice and slow and calm.”

Janus keeps breathing in the pattern they set, and they guide him through the pattern of breathing a few more times, and Janus has to admit he’s feeling more grounded, the touch of his own clothes against his skin doesn’t feel as bad.

“As you breathe, and as you feel us just moving your hands gently like this,” Roman speaks up again now, and Janus’ eyes are closed, but he turns his head towards the prince anyway, listening, “you can feel yourself relaxing. All the tension is dropping off you, rolling off your shoulders and down your back, dripping off your fingertips. You don’t need that tension. You can just let it all go.”

Janus takes a big breath in, holds it instinctively, and when he breathes it all out, he slumps, listing over just a little, and their grips on his hands tighten a little to make sure he stays upright, and a little smile tugs at Janus’ mouth at that sensation.

“Good,” Logan says, and that makes Janus’ breathing hitch. “Good. Let yourself feel good. It’s always nice to see you smile like this.”

“It lets us know we’re treating you the way you like,” Roman adds. “Relax. Breathe. Smile. Sink into it.”

Janus shudders, his hands clenching in theirs, and his head lolls, chin dropping to his chest, but a shy little smile grows wider across his sleepy face.

“Good,” Logan repeats. “Very good.”

“Good boy,” Roman says. “Such a good boy for us.”

Janus makes a little humming sound in the back of his throat – a little too close to a moan for it to be innocent. They keep dragging his hands in little circles, which disorientate Janus more and more, he’s being dragged around and down, and he’s sinking into it, and he really didn’t think he’d be able to achieve trance the way he had been feeling however-many-minutes-ago it was, but he has and it feels good.

“Good boy,” Logan says, and a hand cups the back of his neck, and Janus whimpers for it. “Sink under our touch. Let go.”

“Just let go,” Roman’s words are by his ear, and Janus knows in a thoughtless heartbeat that those words are going straight into his brain. “Just let go for us. You’re going to drop. You want to drop.”

“You will drop for us.” Logan’s voice penetrates his brain from the other side, and Janus doesn’t know who to lean towards, torn between their gentle push and pull, ebb and flow, up and down, and he’s so effortlessly dizzy. “You want to drop.”

“…Want… t’drop…”

Janus isn’t really even that aware he spoke until he realises his lips are moving, but a warm sort of satisfaction fills him too at the sound of his own voice – hazy, slurring, content.

Logan and Roman move in beautiful synchronicity, and it’d be stunning to watch if Janus could open his eyes, if he had the wherewithal to watch at all. They gently start to lift his hands, up from waist-height to shoulder height. They stop at eye level. Janus can feel it, feel the way they manipulate his body. It feels so good. They’re going to drop his hands, and Janus is going to fall with it. That smile stays on his face, dopey and hazy and content.

He’s going to fall. He feels so good. He’s about to feel even better.

“Want t’drop,” he repeats unprompted.

Roman and Logan speak together.

“Good boy,” they say. “Drop on three…”

Janus shudders, eyelids opening just a fraction so he can do his best to study their faces, even though the pleasant haze.

“Two…”

Janus sighs happily, closing his eyes.

“One…”

The anticipation is killing him. He wants to drop. He wants to be good for them. When are they going to tell him to-?

“Drop.”

Roman and Logan let Janus’ hands go. Janus drops. He slumps backwards onto the couch with an open moan as his hands fall and bounce on the leather sofa, but his eyes are closed, his mouth is open, his head is lolling, and his mind is finally, blissfully,

empty.

The last thing he consciously hears, as his mind fades away for the evening – and it makes him smile, makes him feel all warm and gooey inside – is a very fond chorus of ‘good boy.’

#not safe for sanders #nsfs fic #hypnosis #dj writes #nsfs logan #nsfs janus #nsfs roman #nsfs roloceit #maybe not one of my best bangers but its calming and sweet. i hope.

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Contingency Plan

hiiii idk if you're taking requests so feel free to ignore this, but i think it would be interesting to see a fic where logan and janus both have contingencies for each of the sides when they're in a bit of a negative spiral, and they find out thomas has been feeling less self-confident lately, so they try to help roman, but he avoids them bc he feels like he doesn't deserve it. – anon

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Warnings: self-deprecating, roman not thinking he deserves to be taken care of (yes you do sir get back here)

Pairings: roloceit

Word Count: 3216

”So, you haven’t seen him either?”

Logan’s sigh manages to work its way through the cracks in the closet door. Roman shifts as quietly as he can, pressing his hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. “No, I haven’t.”

“Splendid.”

Roman closes his eyes and leans against the wall. He just had to wait for them to move on, then he can run.

“Well, there are only so many places he can be.” Janus’s cloak ruffles. “I’ll take upstairs, you take downstairs?”

“That makes sense to me.”

Two sets of footsteps move in opposite directions. There comes the creak of the stairs and Janus’s voice calls out as he moves down the hallway.

“Roman? Roman, where are you?”

Roman holds his breath for another moment, until the creak fades and the voice has turned a corner, before he slips through the closet door and hurries as quietly as he can toward his room. If he can just get to his room, he can lock the door and keep them from coming in—

“There you are.”

He whips his head around. Janus is right there. How the hell did he get back so fast? Whatever—no time to think about it, Roman runs.

“Wha—hey!”

He dodges away from the hands reaching after him and vaults over the pile of laundry left in the middle of the hall. Muffled curses from behind him and he makes it to the stairs—

Nope, because Logan heard that and now he’s coming up and Roman swerves at the last minute, knocking into the corner of the wall. His shoulder protests. he ignores it. He spares a quick glance behind him—since when is Logan so good at keeping up with him? He looks forward again and swerves around another corner—he may not be able to outrun Logan in a straightaway but he can make the hallways twist and turn enough to give him precious seconds.

He hears Logan stumble and slow and feels a pang of regret for hurting him, however unintentional. It’s drowned out by the relief when the footsteps fade into nothingness. He makes the corridor shift to his room but catches a glimpse of Janus’s cloak and doubles back.

Alright. To the Imagination it is.

His lungs begin to ache as he keeps running. His legs protest. The throbbing bruise on his shoulder hasn’t dulled yet. He pushes them to the back of his mind. Almost there, almost there.

The golden door gleams out of the corner of his eye and he pushes just a little further—

—and skids to a halt when he sees Logan standing right outside.

“How—“

“There were only so many places you could be going,” Logan says, not even sounding out of breath, how— “now, are we finished with this?”

Nope. Not if Roman has anything to say about it. He turns and goes to flee again and runs smack into Janus’s chest. Six arms wind tightly around him.

“Gotcha.”

Logan sighs behind him and starts walking toward them, away from the door. Janus is still holding him too tightly, but if he can make them think he’s done…

With an exhaustion that is not altogether dishonest, he makes himself sag into Janus’s hold. Janus chuckles, letting him.

“You gave yourself quite the workout, didn’t you?” A hand moves to card through his hair, but the others keep a tight hold of him. “Are you all tuckered out now?”

Roman doesn’t say anything. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Logan come to stand at his shoulder, taking a notebook out and a pen from his pocket. Janus leans over to look at it and his grip loosens just slightly—

“Hey!”

But Roman’s gone, slipping through his hold and barreling through the door.

In the next instant, he’s falling. Tumbling down a rocky cliffside. He tucks his head and makes himself into a ball of limbs. Down and down he falls until he sprawls at the bottom in a thick bush.

Panting, he pulls himself free, wincing at the cuts and scrapes that make themselves known all over his aching body. He manages to look back up at the cliff, the tiniest hint of a smile touching the corners of his mouth. With how far he’s fallen, there’s no way they’d think to look for him down here, not if they try to come through the door. Still, though, it’d probably be best not to stay here too long.

He drags himself toward the forest. Darkness has already begun to weave its way through the branches, dripping from the leaves like heavy rain to pool into thick rivulets across the murky ground. Once or twice he stumbles over a hidden root as he makes his way through the trees. It’s difficult to hear anything over his own panting breaths, but he knows how he must look. A shuffling body, trailing scraps of red as it limps through the forest covered in white.

He is no stranger to stories, after all.

Up ahead, a break in the trees turns into a small clearing. The last of the dying light touches the bare grass, giving it the look of almost hallowed ground. Roman drags himself to a stop in the center, looking around at the fussy tree line. A bird calls out overhead. Far away, he hears the low burble of a river.

Something prickles across the back of his neck. He turns around.

”Hello, old friend.”

The wolf, massive enough as he is to block out the sky, simply exhales in greeting. His eyes gleam with the forgotten light as his head leans down. Roman lifts a hand to pat his nose but the wolf doesn’t let him make contact, instead sniffing at the scratches on his hand and arm. He looks at Roman.

“I fell. I was running.”

The wolf huffs again, before nudging Roman with his nose. He turns and starts to walk off into the forest. Roman follows. They walk for an eternity and no time at all before they arrive at what must be the wolf’s den. He comes to a stop just before it, letting Roman lean against his side and twist a hand into his thick fur.

“You want me to go it?”

The wolf nods, encouraging him to take a step forward. Roman falters, muscles instinctively moving to flee again, and the wolf lets out a single low growl. Not a threat, but a fact that there is nowhere in this forest Roman could go that he would not be found instantly. It’s not even a reprimand, and yet Roman finds himself curling reflexively into the wolf’s side, pressing his scratched and scuffed cheek into the dense fur. The wolf rumbles again and turns its head to breathe warm air over Roman’s hands. When Roman turns his head to look, the wolf raises its nose to point at something in the distance. He turns to follow it and sees the cliff far away in the distance.

The wolf waits patiently.

Roman looks back at the den and takes a step forward. The brief pause, however, has let his body catch up to how drained it is, and he nearly falls flat on his face. He would have too, had the wolf not kept his nose there to prop him up. Another growl—go slow—and bit by bit, he coaxes Roman into the den. There are no comforts here to speak of, but it is out of the wind and a patch of moss is soft as the wolf deposits Roman carefully atop it. He winces at the sting and pull of his body and the wolf blows warm air across him again.

“Thank you.”

The wolf snuffles against his chest. The soft pressure combined with the warmth of it makes Roman’s eyelids heavy. The wolf does it again, pressing his nose against Roman’s stomach, and he closes his eyes. Distantly, he registers the sounds of the wolf lying down. But he is tired, too tired, and the den slips away into the wolf’s dark fur and huffing breaths.

He’s just…so…tired…

…and his tired brain feels a hand carding gently through his hair.

With a nightly effort, he manages to open one eye, blinking in surprise at the fuzzy figures moving over him. There’s light again, a softer light, and the hand in his hair won’t stop threatening to send him back to sleep.

“—oman? Roman, are you awake, sweetie?”

Roman blinks. Janus’s smiling face swims into view, the hand in his hair moving to stroke delicately across his cheek.

“There he is,” Janus murmurs, “you gave us quite the fright, sweetie.”

“Wha…how…?”

“What do you remember?”

“Running. I went into the Imagination.” He frowns. “There…there was a cliff. I fell.”

Janus winces. “That would explain all the bumps and bruises. You poor thing.”

“Then I went into the woods…and found the wolf.”

“Ah, yes, I meant to ask about that. He can and found us too, you know. Is he one of yours?”

“Both. Sometimes he’s with me, sometimes with Re.”

“Mm. Well, he’s very nice, albeit terrifying.” Roman just hums. “Well, he can and found Logan and I. We were…as you might be able to imagine, thrilled at the prospect of following a giant wolf into a dark forest, and when we saw you…”

“There was a moment where we thought the worst,” comes Logan’s voice. He materializes out of the soft light—bathroom, Roman’s tired brain supplies, that’s the bathroom light. He takes a seat on the bed. “But he helped us get you back here and now, well, here we are.”

Right. Here they are.

Logan takes Roman’s hand in both of his, drawing it to sit in his lap. He runs his fingers over the unmarked skin.

“We didn’t mean to scare you,” he says softly, soft enough that it makes Roman’s tired brain want to cry, “I understand now that we might have…made you feel as though we were cornering you for some malicious reason, but I assure you: we aren’t mad, you’re not in trouble, we just want to help.”

Roman doesn’t say anything. Janus looks at him for a moment, eyes narrowed, before he hisses low in his throat. Logan hums in confusion. Janus raises an eyebrow, prompting Roman to answer. Shame bubbles up thickly in his throat and he looks away.

“I don’t believe Roman ever doubted our motivations were to help,” he hears Janus say, “but whether or not he was deserving of such efforts.”

The hands holding Roman’s twitch. “Oh, little one…”

“See, this is why I told you that we needed to bait the trap before we sprung it.”

“I’m not entertaining you describing our contingency plans as ‘traps,’ Janus. I asked you and not Remus for a reason.”

“Wait,” Roman mumbles, “contingency plans?”

They look back down at him. Logan smiles. “Yes, Roman, contingency plans. Because sometimes you push yourself too hard and we need to help you recover from it, but you can be quite stubborn about it.”

“Don’t you deny it,” Janus says as Roman pouts, “you know it’s true.”

“And we’ve accounted for it. So,” Logan says, tugging his hand, “let’s get you feeling better, shall we?”

”Wait, wait,” Roman mumbles, even as Janus helps hims it up, “wha—what’re we doing? What’s happening?”

“We’re going to take care of you,” Logan says, “starting with a bath. Actually…do you think you can manage to stay on your feet for a few minutes? If we can get the worst of the dirt off you in the shower?”

”Shame on you,” Janus says softly as they help Roman into the dimly-lit bathroom, “look at him, Logan, it would be a crime to ask him to remain upright for any longer than he absolutely has to.”

Logan chuckles. “I suppose you’re right. Let me take him—would you check the bath?”

Janus presses a gentle kiss to Roman’s shoulder and lets him be. Logan helps him prop himself against the counter, resting his hands on the tattered hem of Roman’s prince costume.

“Can I help you take this off?”

Roman nods and the two of them fumble—well, Roman fumbles, Logan moves with the same careful precision he does everything with—to get the shredded shirt off. He expects Logan to ask for pants next, but instead, Logan takes a soft cloth and gets it damp, wiping the dirt and mud from his bare arms, neck, and chest.

“I can put something on the scrapes after you’re out of the bath,” he says softly as he works, brow furrowed in concentration. “Does anything hurt very badly?”

Roman shakes his head. “Just bruised.”

”We’ll see about getting an ice pack if you want it.”

“Is he about ready?”

“Just about.” Logan drapes the cloth over the edge of the sink and settles his hands on Roman’s waist. “Do you think you can do the rest by yourself, or do you want help?”

“I can do it.”

Logan nods and steps away, going to join Janus by the tub. Roman struggles out of his pants and shoes, abandoning them next to his tattered shirt. He hesitates when it comes to his boxers, before he takes a towel from a nearby pile and wraps it around his waist.

“Okay.”

“Go ahead and get in, sweet,” Janus says, “we won’t look.”

“Can—uh—“

”Here.” He keeps his eyes averted but holds his arm out for Roman to grab. “Easy does it, now…”

A truly mortifying noise leaves Roman’s throat as he sinks into the warm water. There must be some sort of oils or something in here because it smells like he’s sinking into…god, lavender bushes with lemon trees overhead or something else his tired brain can’t quite picture. He hears soft chuckles and another hand cups his face, stroking his cheek.

“You can close your eyes if you want, sweetie. We’ll wake you up if something happens.”

“Don’t make it sound like a doomsday device, Janus.”

“Oh, ‘Doomsday Device?’ What is this, a bad action movie?”

Roman lets himself drift away to the sounds of their murmured conversation. The bubbles—right, there were bubbles in the bath, how had he not noticed that until now?—smell good too, bursting every so often as hands moved to wash his hair. Every so often, he’s coaxed to lift his head, or tilt it back, or do something guided by the gentle hands. He mumbles something about floating and being sleepy and someone kisses his cheek.

“Come on, then,” they coax—he’s pretty sure it’s Logan— “let’s get you out of there.”

The shock of the warm air instead of water rouses him a little. Logan—he was right—dries him off with a fluffy towel and wraps him in a pair of soft red pajamas. Janus comes up with another towel and dries his hair, ruffling it until it sticks up in all directions. He smiles at Roman’s bedraggled expression and chucks him lightly under the chin.

“Off to the bed with you, sweetie, Logan has snacks.”

“Snacks?” His stomach growls and Janus laughs.

“Yes, little prince. You’ve not been eating recently—don’t look so surprised, you think no one’s noticed you skipping meals? Go on, I’ll finish up here.”

He manages to get through to his room. They turned his pretty lights on. Logan’s waiting for him on the bed. There’s a tray on the bed. There are snacks on the tray. Logan’s standing up, holding his arms out. He walks into Logan’s arms and lets himself get sat on the bed with a roll of bread pushed into his hands.

“Eat,” Logan encourages, “it’s okay.”

Roman takes a bite of the bread. Life is too short not to eat good bread.

“I wish you didn’t have to fall down a cliff and be helped by a wolf for you to let us take care of you,” Logan says softly, giving him another snack when he finishes the bread, “but I understand that this is a work in progress.”

“You’re the ones with contingency plans,” Roman mumbles around his next bite. Logan chuckles.

“Yes, well, we know how prepared we have to be when it comes to taking care of you.”

“Though we will be recruiting the wolf next time,” Janus adds as he comes out of the bathroom.

“Yes, or at least attempting to.”

Roman finishes the second snack, taking the third from Logan. He looks at it for a moment. Janus’s hand settles on his elbow and he looks up to see the wordless are you alright?

“Was this the plan? Get me to rest and eat?”

‘The first part of it.” Logan reaches next to him where the first aid kit sits. “We’ve amended it to include treating any injuries you may have sustained.”

“Oh.”

“And then tomorrow—“

“Wait, tomorrow?”

Janus laughs. “You didn’t think this would just be a one-day thing, did you? We know better than to assume you’ll be right as rain after one evening of us spoiling you.”

“Tomorrow,” Logan continues, a matching smile on his face as he draws one of Roman’s arms into his lap, “we have nature documentaries to watch, you have an afternoon in the Imagination with Remus, and Patton and Virgil have cookies to make.”

No small part of Roman perks up at the thought of homemade chocolate-chip cookies. Even the slight sting as Logan starts treating the open scrapes isn’t enough to make it go away.

“You can work on some of your personal projects if you want to,” Janus adds, raising a finger when Roman looks at him in surprise, “but only the ones you are doing because you want to, so that’s your crafts or the poetry thing you’re doing with Logan.”

“I would be amenable to that.”

“And if it’s making you feel worse, then you stop. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that Patton will feel it and you will be smothered.”

Roman gestures bleakly around at whatever the hell this has become and Janus rolls his eyes.

“You know this is a far lesser fate than what Patton will subject you to.”

Roman shudders. This is true.

”Alright, enough with the doom and gloom, you two.” Logan pats Roman’s arm and switches to the other one. “You’ll have plenty of time to do that when you’re reacting to the nature documentaries tomorrow. And pretending they’re soap operas of the wild.”

“That cuttlefish should’ve given the other male a chance and you know it.”

Roman giggles as the two of them start playfully bickering again. His eyes drift to the window that looks into the Imagination, and he thinks he sees the wolf in the moonlight. It gives him a nod and walks off into the woods.

He has a feeling the Imagination has been part of the contingency plan the whole time.

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List of ships sorted by character (will be updated as more gets added to this blog)

Ships involving Character Thomas

Thomas/Nico - Karrot Kings

Thomas/Janus -Thomceit

Thomas/Patton -Patmas

Thomas/Virgil -Thomxiety

Thomas/Remus -Intrumas

Thomas/Roman -Romthom

Thomas/Logan -Lomas

Thomas/Remy -Thomsleep

Thomas/Emile -Thomile

Thomas/Roman/Janus -Roceitmas

Thomas/Roman/Patton -Royalimas

Thomas/Roman/Logan -Logincemas

Thomas/Roman/Remus -Roceitmas

Thomas/Roman/Virgil -Prinxiemas

Thomas/Virgil/Patton -Moxiemas

Thomas/Virgil/Logan -Analomas

Thomas/Virgil/Remus -Dukexiemas

Thomas/Virgil/Janus -Anxceitmas

Thomas/Janus/Patton -Moceitmas

Thomas/Janus/Remus -Thomceitmus

Thomas/Janus/Logan -Loceitmas

Thomas/Remus/Logan -Intrulomas

Thomas/Remus/Patton -Intrualimas

Thomas/Logan/Patton -Logicalimas

Thomas/Remy/Virgil -Thomsleepxiety

Ships involving Remus

Remus/Thomas -Intrumas

Remus/Virgil -Dukexiety

Remus/Janus -Dukeceit

Remus/Roman -Remrom

Remus/Patton -Intruality

Remus/Logan -Intrulogical

Remus/Janus/Thomas -Thomceitmus

Remus/Janus/Roman -Remroceit

Remus/Janus/Logan -Intruloceit

Remus/Janus/Patton -Intrumoceit

Remus/Janus/Virgil -Anxceitmus

Remus/Virgil/Roman -Intruprinxiety

Remus/Virgil/Thomas -Dukexiemas

Remus/Virgil/Patton -Intrumoxiety

Remus/Virgil/Logan -Intruloxiety

Remus/Thomas/Roman -Remromas

Remus/Thomas/Patton -Intrualimas

Remus/Thomas/Logan -Intrulomas

Remus/Logan/Pattton -Intrugicality

Remus/Logan/Roman -Intrulogince

Remus/Patton/Roman -Intruroyality

Ships involving Roman

Roman/Logan -Logince

Roman/Virgil -Prinxiety

Roman/Thomas -Romthom

Roman/Janus -Roceit

Roman/Patton -Royality

Roman/Remus -Remrom

Roman/Thomas/Janus -Roceitmas

Roman/Thomas/Remus -Royalimas

Roman/Thomas/Logan -Logincemas

Roman/Thomas/Patton -Royalimas

Roman/Thomas/Virgil -Prinxiemas

Roman/Virgil/Patton -Anaroyality

Roman/Virgil/Logan -Analogince

Roman/Virgil/Remus -Intruprinxiety

Roman/Virgil/Janus -Anaroceit

Roman/Logan/Patton -Royalogicality

Roman/Logan/Janus -Roloceit

Roman/Logan/Remus -Intrulogince

Roman/Remus/Janus -Remroceit

Roman/Patton/Janus -Royaliceit

Roman/Patton/Remus -Intruroyality

Roman/Patton/Thomas -Royalimas

Ships involving Patton

Patton/Logan -Logicality

Patton/Roman -Royality

Patton/Virgil -Moxiety

Patton/Thomas -Patmas

Patton/Remus- Intruality

Patton/Janus -Moceit

Patton/Logan/Roman -Royalogicality

Patton/Logan/Janus -Lomoceit

Patton/Logan/Virgil -Analogicality

Patton/Logan/Thomas -Logicalimas

Patton/Logan/Remus -Intrugicality

Patton/Logan/Janus -Lomoceit

Patton/Virgil/Roman -Anaroyality

Patton/Virgil/Thomas -Moxiemas

Patton/Virgil/Janus -Anamoceit

Patton/Virgil/Remus -Intrumoxiety

Patton/Janus/Roman -Royaliceit

Patton/Janus/Remus -Intrumoceit

Patton/Janus/Thomas -Moceitmas

Patton/Remus/Roman -Intruroyality

Patton/Remus/Thomas -Intrualimas

Patton/Roman/Thomas -Royalimas

Ships involving Logan

Logan/Virgil -Analogical

Logan/Remus -Intrulogical

Logan/Janus -Loceit

Logan/Roman -Logince

Logan/Patton -Logicality

Logan/Thomas -Lomas

Logan/Patton/Janus -Lomoceit

Logan/Patton/Thomas -Logicalimas

Logan/Patton/Roman -Royalogicality

Logan/Patton/Virgil -Analogicality

Logan/Patton/Remus -Intrugicality

Logan/Thomas/Janus -Loceitmas

Logan/Thomas/Remus -Intrulomas

Logan/Thomas/Virgil -Analomas

Logan/Thomas/Roman -Logincemas

Logan/Roman/Janus -Roloceit

Logan/Roman/Remus -Intrulogince

Logan/Roman/Virgil -Analogince

Logan/Janus/Remus -Intruloceit

Logan/Janus/Virgil -Analoceit

Logan/Virgil/Remus -Intruloxiety

Ships involving Virgil

Virgil/Roman -Prinxiety

Virgil/Logan -Analogical

Virgil/Remus -Dukexiety

Virgil/Janus -Anxceit

Virgil/Patton -Moxiety

Virgil/Thomas -Thomxiety

Virgil/Remy

Virgil/Remus/Janus -Anxceitmus

Virgil/Remus/Roman -Intruprinxiety

Virgil/Remus/Logan -Intruloxiety

Virgil/Remus/Patton -Intrumoxiety

Virgil/Remus/Thomas -Dukexiemas

Virgil/Patton/Janus -Anamoceit

Virgil/Patton/Roman -Anaroyality

Virgil/Patton/Logan -Analogicality

Virgil/Patton/Thomas -Moxiemas

Virgil/Patton/Logan -Analogicality

Virgil/Janus/Roman -Anaroceit

Virgil/Janus/Thomas -Anxceitmas

Virgil/Janus/Logan -Analoceit

Virgil/Thomas/Roman -Prinxiemas

Virgil/Thomas/Logan -Analomas

Virgil/Logan/Roman -Analogince

Virgil/Remy/Thomas -Thomsleepxiety

Ships involving Janus

Janus/Roman -Roceit

Janus/Remus -Dukeceit

Janus/Logan -Loceit

Janus/Virgil -Anxceit

Janus/Patton -Moceit

Janus/Thomas -Thomceit

Janus/Patton/Logan -Lomoceit

Janus/Patton/Remus -Intrumoceit

Janus/Patton/Thomas -Moceitmas

Janus/Patton/Roman -Royaliceit

Janus/Patton/Virgil -Anamoceit

Janus/Logan/Thomas -Loceitmas

Janus/Logan/Roman -Roloceit

Janus/Logan/Virgil -Analoceit

Janus/Logan/Remus -Intruloceit

Janus/Remus/Thomas -Thomceitmus

Janus/Remus/Virgil -Anxceitmus

Jannus/Logan/Roman -Roloceit

Janus/Thomas/Virgil -Anxceitmas

Janus/Thomas/Roman -Roceitmas

Janus/Virgil/Roman -Anaroceit

Janus/Roman/Remus -Remroceit

Ship involving Orange

Ships involving Remy

Remy/Thomas -Thomsleep

Remy/Emile

Remy/Virgil

Remy/Otto -Remo

Remy/Virgil/Thomas -Thomsleepxiety

Ships involving Emile

Emile/Remy

Emile/Thomas -Thomlie

Ships involving Otto

Otto/Remy -Remo

also huge thanks to @thomas-sanders-shipname-glossary this would have taken so much more time without their blog!

#sanders sides #cartoon therapy #thomas's shorts

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Follow Your Aro

The aromantic follow up to Perfectly Normal

Word count: 871

Rating: gen

Pairings: platonic Dukeceit, platonic or pre-qpr Intrumoxiety, background Roloceit and Moxiety

Warnings: self discovery

In honor of Aro Week (next week, Feb 18-24) I’ve written a companion to my projecting ace on Remus 💚💚🤍🩶🖤 ♠️

~~~START~~~

“JANUS!” Remus yelled as he threw open the door to his and Janus’s shared dorm room.

“Hello Remus,” Janus said without looking up from the assignment on his desk. “I’m sure the other people in our building are really appreciating your volume, thank you.”

“Any time, Snakey!” Remus grinned, throwing himself onto his roommate’s bed despite being three feet away. “Hey, I have a question.”

“I would love to help you at this exact moment, Rem, I definitely don’t have to finish this assignment before my date with Roman and Logan tonight.”

“Perfect! What are romantic feelings?”

Janus set his pencil down and turned to face Remus with an arched eyebrow. “They’re the feelings you have for a romantic partner? Are you okay?”

“Noooo,” Remus whined, sitting up and pouting. “I know what they are! I mean, like, how do you know you’re feeling them?”

“Oh…” Janus blushed. “It’s like, when you’re alone, and all you can think about is them. Or when you’re having a bad day, but when you see them, you think ‘oh, there they are’. They’re just… it’s so nice to be around them.”

“But that just sounds like friendship!” Remus huffed, flopping back onto Janus’s bed and glaring at the ceiling. “How do you know it’s different than friendship?”

“I don’t want to kiss my friends,” Janus deadpanned. “No offense.”

“Ew, none taken,” Remus stuck his tongue out at the thought of kissing Janus. “But I don’t want to kiss anyone.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Rem.”

“Eh, I’ll probably figure it out when it becomes important,” Remus shrugged.

“Sure,” Janus agreed distractedly, focusing once more on his assignment.

~•~•~

It hits Remus like a wrecking ball two years later.

He placed his game controller down on his desk, shut his console off, and walked away. He didn’t save the game, but it was okay, he wasn’t ever going to play it again.

Downstairs, he found Patton sitting on the couch in front of a DVD menu screen, so he threw himself onto the couch and buried his face in Patton’s lap.

“Everything okay, kiddo?” Patton asked, only mildly shocked from the intrusion after having been friends with Remus for nine years.

Remus just let out a long, loud groan.

“That’s okay,” Patton said, rubbing his hand along Remus’s back comfortingly.

“You’re in my spot,” Virgil complained, coming back from the kitchen with what smelled like a bowl of popcorn. Remus didn’t move.

“That’s okay, honey,” Patton said. “There’s plenty of room over here.”

The couch dipped as Virgil sat down on Patton's other side. Virgil poked at Remus’s head with his fingers, but Remus didn’t react other than to groan again.

After a moment, the movie began playing, and no one spoke further. Patton’s hand continued rubbing along Remus’s back, and eventually, Virgil’s hand found its way into Remus’s hair.

Remus fell asleep like that.

He woke up some time later. Virgil’s hand was no longer in his hair, but Patton’s hand was still on his back — though it had now stilled — and the movie was still playing.

Remus sat up groggily.

“How ya feeling, kiddo?” Patton asked quietly. Virgil was sleeping with his head on Patton’s shoulder.

“Fine,” Remus croaked. “Better.”

“That’s good,” Patton smiled. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I was playing a video game, and it was making me feel icky, and I realized I’m aromantic.”

“You just realized you’re aromantic?” Virgil asked incredulously without opening his eyes.

“Shh,” Patton shushed, petting Virgil’s head. “I’m sorry your game made you feel icky, Re, what happened?”

“It made me pick a character to date, and then it made me have an awkward conversation with a different character who liked me.”

“Gross.” Virgil agreed, hating any awkward NPC interaction video games forced on him.

“Do you want to pick the next movie?” Patton offered, gesturing at the end credits scrolling across the screen.

Remus perked up and jumped to his feet to pick out a movie from the house DVD before realizing something. “I’m crashing your Valentine's plans, aren’t I?”

“No,” Virgil answered immediately.

“We like having you here, kiddo,” Patton smiled, patting the space Remus had just vacated on the couch.

“Really?” Remus asked skeptically. Patton was way too nice to ever kick anyone out, even if he was trying to have a nice date with his boyfriend.

“Really! We would have watched movies in our room if we weren’t okay with you joining us!”

That was a fair point, no matter how many lectures on the effects of watching TV at bedtime Logan gave, Patton and Virgil continued to have a TV in their room so they could watch movies alone when Virge was feeling too peopled-out.

“Pick a movie and sit down.” Somehow, Virgil’s grumpiness was even more convincing than Patton’s cheeriness.

Remus popped Coraline into the DVD player and happily joined Virgil and Patton back on the couch.

“But seriously,” Virgil said after several minutes where Remus had thought he’d gone back to sleep. “How did you just figure out you’re aromantic? Should I have told you?”

“I’m not that obvious!” Remus sniffed indignantly.

“Sure.” The eye roll was practically audible. “Whatever you say, Re.”

~~~END~~~

I spent several years trying to figure out if I was aromantic or not, but I couldn’t figure out what romantic feelings were (which honestly should have been a hint) so it took a video game forcing me to date an NPC to go “I still don’t really get what romantic feelings are, but they’re def gross”

Anyway I now avoid any video game that involves potential romance

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thomas-sanders-shipname-glossary · 4 months

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Sanders Sides OT3 Names

Glossary Masterpost

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

Many of these I have come up with as I haven't found any already existing ones. If you have any additions, please feel free to send an ask, message or submissions!

1) Patton / Roman / Logan - LMP, Logincality, Morolo, Royalogicality, Rologicality

2) Patton / Roman / Virgil - Moxince, Anaroyality, Royalixiety

3) Patton / Roman / Janus - Royaliceit, Romoceit, Moroceit

4) Patton / Roman / Remus - Intruroyality, Remropat, Remromality, Royalismus

5) Patton / Roman / Thomas - Royalimas, Thomaton

6) Patton / Roman / Nico - Moroco, Patcoman, Royalico

7) Patton / Roman / King - Royaliking

8) Patton / Roman / Orange - Royaliange, Mororange

9) Patton / Logan / Virgil - Analogicality

10) Patton / Logan / Janus - Lomoceit, Logimoceit, Loceitality, Logicaliceit, Moloceit

11) Patton / Logan / Remus - Intrugicality, Intrulogicality

12) Patton / Logan / Thomas - Logicalimas

13) Patton / Logan / Nico - Logicalico, Patloco, Moloco

14) Patton / Logan / King - Logicaliking

15) Patton / Logan / Orange - Logicalirange, Molorange

16) Patton / Virgil / Janus - Moxceit, Anamoceit

17) Patton / Virgil / Remus - Intrumoxiety, Modukexiety, Moxiemus, Anamoduke, Anaintruality

18) Patton / Virgil / Thomas - Moxiemas, Thvipat

19) Patton / Virgil / Nico - Moxieco

20) Patton / Virgil / King - Moxieking, Kingmoxiety

21) Patton / Virgil / Orange - Moxierange, Anamorange

22) Patton / Janus / Remus - Deintruality, Intrumoceit, Modukeceit, Moceitmus

23) Patton / Janus / Thomas - Moceitmas

24) Patton / Janus / Nico - Moceitco, Nimoceit

25) Patton / Janus / King - Moceitking

26) Patton / Janus / Orange - Moranceit

27) Patton / Remus / Thomas - Intrualimas

28) Patton / Remus / Nico - Intrualico

29) Patton / Remus / King - Intrualiking

30) Patton / Remus / Orange - Intrualirange

31) Patton / Thomas / Nico - Thomoco, Thompatco

32) Patton / Thomas / King - Thomaliking, Thompatking

33) Patton / Thomas / Orange - Patmasange, Thomalirange

34) Patton / Nico / King - Patcoking

35) Patton / Nico / Orange - Patcorange, Monirange

36) Patton / King / Orange - Mokingange

37) Roman / Logan / Virgil - Analogince

38) Roman / Logan / Janus - Roloceit, Loroceit, Loginceit

39) Roman / Logan / Remus - Intrulogince, Remrolo

40) Roman / Logan / Thomas - Logincemas

41) Roman / Logan / Nico - Roloco

42) Roman / Logan / King - Roloking

43) Roman / Logan / Orange - Logincange, Rolorange

44) Roman / Virgil / Janus - Anaroceit, Prinxieceit, Prinxceit, Viroceit

45) Roman / Virgil / Remus - Intruprinxiety, Remroxiety, Prinxiemus

46) Roman / Virgil / Thomas - Prinxiemas

47) Roman / Virgil / Nico - Prinxieco, Rovico

48) Roman / Virgil / King - Prinxieking

49) Roman / Virgil / Orange - Prinxieange, Anarorange

50) Roman / Janus / Remus - Remroceit, Remromceit, Roceitmus

51) Roman / Janus / Thomas - Roceitmas

52) Roman / Janus / Nico - Roceitco, Janicoman

53) Roman / Janus / King - Roceitking, Kingroceit

54) Roman / Janus / Orange - Rorangeceit

55) Roman / Remus / Thomas - Remromas, Reromas

56) Roman / Remus / Nico - Romroco

57) Roman / Remus / King - Royal Thruple, Remromking

58) Roman / Remus / Orange - Remromrange, Remrorange

59) Roman / Thomas / Nico - Rocomas, Ronimas

60) Roman / Thomas / King - Kingromas

61) Roman / Thomas / Orange - Romthomange

62) Roman / Nico / King - Rocoking, Kingcoman

63) Roman / Nico / Orange - Rocorange, Nirorange

64) Roman / King / Orange - Rokingange, Rorangeking

65) Logan / Virgil / Janus - Analoceit

66) Logan / Virgil / Remus - Analomus, Intruanalogical, Intruloxiety, Anaintrulogical

67) Logan / Virgil / Thomas - Analomas

68) Logan / Virgil / Nico - Analoco

69) Logan / Virgil / King - Analoking

70) Logan / Virgil / Orange - Analorange

71) Logan / Janus / Remus - Intruloceit, Logceitmus, Loceitmus

72) Logan / Janus / Thomas - Loceitmas

73) Logan / Janus / Nico - Loceitco

74) Logan / Janus / King - Lokingceit

75) Logan / Janus / Orange - Lorangeceit

76) Logan / Remus / Thomas - Intrulomas

77) Logan / Remus / Nico - Intruloco

78) Logan / Remus / King - Intruloking

79) Logan / Remus / Orange - Intrulorange

80) Logan / Thomas / Nico - Lomasco, Locomas

81) Logan / Thomas / King - Lokingmas

82) Logan / Thomas / Orange - Lomasange, Thorangical

83) Logan / Nico / King - Locoking

84) Logan / Nico / Orange - Locorange, Nilorange

85) Logan / King / Orange - Lokingange, Kinglorange

86) Virgil / Janus / Remus - Intruanxceit, Anxceitmus, Dukexieceit

87) Virgil / Janus / Thomas - Thviceit, Anxceitmas

88) Virgil / Janus / Nico - Anxceitco

89) Virgil / Janus / King - Anxceitking

90) Virgil / Janus / Orange - Anxceitange, Anaoranceit

91) Virgil / Remus / Thomas - Thvimus, Dukexiemas

92) Virgil / Remus / Nico - Dukexieco, Anadukeco

93) Virgil / Remus / King - Dukexieking

94) Virgil / Remus / Orange - Dukexieange, Anadukerange

95) Virgil / Thomas / Nico - Thvico

96) Virgil / Thomas / King - Thviking

97) Virgil / Thomas / Orange - Thvirange, Thomxieange

98) Virgil / Nico / King - Vicoking, Vikingco

99) Virgil / Nico / Orange - Vicorange, Nivirange

100) Virgil / King / Orange - Vikingange, Kingxieange

101) Janus / Remus / Thomas - Thomceitmus, Intruceitmas

102) Janus / Remus / Nico - Dukeceitco

103) Janus / Remus / King - Dukeceitking

104) Janus / Remus / Orange - Dukeceitange, Demusange, Deoramus

105) Janus / Thomas / Nico - Thomceitco

106) Janus / Thomas / King - Kingceitmas

107) Janus / Thomas / Orange - Thomceitange

108) Janus / Nico / King - Janicoking, Kingceitco

109) Janus / Nico / Orange - Janicorange, Derangeco

110) Janus / King / Orange - Kingceitange

111) Remus / Thomas / Nico - Inturmasco

112) Remus / Thomas / King - Intrumasking

113) Remus / Thomas / Orange - Intrumasange

114) Remus / Nico / King - Intrucoking, Dukecoking

115) Remus / Nico / Orange - Remcorange, Remnicorange

116) Remus / King / Orange - Intrukingange

117) Thomas / Nico / King - Kingthomco

118) Thomas / Nico / Orange - True Karrots, Thorangeco

119) Thomas / King / Orange - Kingmasange

120) Nico / King / Orange - Kingcorange, Nikiorange

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