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Blanket for the fluff snippet thing for moceit possibly?

HeheheHEHEHE

We once again return to the "night meeting after PoF" scenario that Spicy believes in religiously

Bonus: worked an actual blanket into the fill

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Patton's breath billowed out in great, rolling waves like smoke from a dragon's maw. He supposed it made sense, after all the destruction he'd wrought. Everything lay in shambles all around him and he had no one to blame but himself.

The effects of his room rendered his thoughts syrupy, saccharine, pointed firmly backwards. The memories of better days rang hollow in his heart and only deepened the ache. He would find no comfort in memories tonight.

Slipping on his cardigan, he ventured into the hall with his socks on. The cold was obviously Roman's doing, as was the sickly, desaturated tint of the subconscious' walls and carpet. Roman's door had turned full gray, covered in chains and padlocks with no keyhole.

Patton didn't even have time to tear up before movement from the other end of the hall caught his eye. He turned his head and found Janus shivering not six feet away from him, face as open and honest as a child's. It vanished in an instant, gates slamming down. He'd already had his arms pulled tight across his chest, body rigid, but he relaxed a little now and leaned against the wall. "Nice weather we're h-having," he said. "I-isn..." He shivered, words catching behind his teeth. "Nnh... Isn't it?"

"Oh, Janus." In the frigid air, Patton's heart still found a way to melt. "Are you cold?"

"Of course not; it's positively balmy in here." Janus glared at him. "What are you doing, sleepwalking?"

"No," Patton said,"just..."

Janus' expression softened just a little. "Trying not to lose your mind?"

"Yeah."

They fell silent for a moment until Janus shuddered, his eyes slipping shut for a moment. He tugged his capelet tighter over his shoulders, shrinking into himself.

"Come with me," Patton blurted, suprising himself.

"Trust you?" Janus said drily. Patton only looked at him, studying the sadness in his human eye, the red rim and glassy sheen. "Oh, very well. But if you try anything, Remus has more than just a morningstar."

"It's not a trick, Janus," Patton said, leading him down the hall. "I would never trick you."

Janus fell into step beside him. "You couldn't," he muttered, rubbing his arms.

"Because you're—"

"A mad genius, yes."

"Deceit."

Janus looked at him sideways from under the brim of his hat. "Whichever you like," he said, and sniffed.

"You're funny," Patton said contemplatively, nearly tripping over the coffee table when the living room loomed, abruptly ending the vast hallway they'd been traversing. "Whoops!"

Janus squinted at him, watching him regain his balance. "So are you."

"Touché, I guess," Patton said, motioning for Janus to sit down on the couch. "Let's see..." He got down on his knees in front of the coffee table, pawing through the wicker baskets resting beneath it. "We should have one for everybody... there!" He emerged holding two throw blankets: one yellow, one true blue. "Get cozy, okay?" He set them in Janus' lap.

Janus' brow furrow, irises darting as he searched the room. "What are you doing?"

"...Making sure you're warm?" Patton tilted his head like a confused dog. "I'm sorry, should I not have? You just looked so cold, and I thought..."

"No, it's—" Janus looked at the yellow blanket, turning it over in his gloved hands. On the far corner, Patton had imagined a snake, hand stitched, with two heads. Janus' logo rendered with all the love and care in Thomas' heart. He took a deep breath. "You are not what I thought you were, Patton."

"Is that good or bad?" Patton asked hesitantly. When Janus failed to answer, he bounced on his toes. "Anyway, I was gonna make some hot chocolate. How's that sound?"

Janus finally looked up at him again, finally relaxed and let himself smile. "Absolutely terrible."

And Patton, after a moment's hesitation, smiled back.

#spicywrites #spicyanswer #you know when something awful happens to you and all you want to do is smile because if youre smiling then youre not crying #it's like that #god i love these idiotssss #sanders sides #moceit #i want them to KISS #it's been a while since ive re-watched the series so hopefully i didnt fuck anytbing up too badly!!

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[spicycreativity]

Analogical- 13, 69 & 217

69 (nice): group project AU

Virgil was five minutes late and not sorry about it, padding through the library with a Red Bull soda sweating in his palm and his backpack hanging off one shoulder. He replayed the message over and over in his head as he passed tables full of students and high shelves laden with impossibly boring tomes.

Study room 4. 1:00 pm. Saturday.

Only one person occupied study room 4. Some guy who was always speaking up in lecture. Glasses, nice hair, scary smart. What was his name?

Virgil pushed the door open. "Come here often?" he said awkwardly, trying ans failing to be funny. Fuck.

The other guy— Larry or Landon or… Logan! Logan regarded him with a blank look. Not even a pity laugh. Tough crowd. "Yes."

Virgil sat down. Maybe his mechanical pencil was strong enough to penetrate his skull if he really jammed it in there. A lobotomy could only improve his social skills. "So where is everybody?" Three other people had been assigned to their little group in Philosophy of Religion, doomed to produce a slideshow on the Buddhist Eightfold Path.

"I don't know," Logan said. "I was hoping you might have heard something."

Virgil shook his head. "I'm Virgil, by the way." It was unlikely that someone as competent as Logan would have forgotten, but you never knew.

"I'm aware," Logan said, scanning him with an inscrutable gaze. "You sit in the back. You take the worst notes I've ever seen."

"Hey!"

To Virgil's surprise, Logan turned his face away in apparent shame. "I could help you, if you'd like— give you some pointers, I mean. If you want to take nicer notes."

What a roller coaster this conversation was becoming. Virgil hefted his textbook and let it flop onto the table. He really didn't care one way or the other what his stupid notes looked like, but Logan was cute and only annoying sometimes, which was more than Virgil could say for the other cute guys on campus. "That could be fun. Maybe you could come back to my dorm sometime." God, where was his pencil? Lobotomy time. Now.

"That…" Logan fidgeted with his own pencil, turning it over and over in his hand. "I would like that."

"Cool," said Virgil as his heart did a belly flop into his lower intestine. "But, uh, anyway. Buddha."

"Buddha," Logan agreed, cracking open his textbook.

Logan was incredibly adept at staying focused once his mind was set on something, so all Virgil had to do was cruise along on his momentum and chime in occasionally. None of their other group members showed up. Good. They could stay gone for all Virgil cared. He had a smart hottie (or a hot smarty?) all to himself and a failsafe topic to fall back on in case things got awkward. Thank God for Buddhism.

#spicyanswer #spicywrites #analogical #sanders sides fic

[spicycreativity]

moceit 1, 222, 300

1: "I know we hate each other but it's Christmas Eve and your flight was canceled please come inside"

The weather channels had been calling for a white Christmas for weeks now, but Janus had been stupid enough to hope anyway. Hope was for naïve suckers. Idiots. Gooey, nostalgic little puffballs who decorated their lawns with tacky inflatable snowmen and lined their eaves with gaudy multicolored lights.

He picked his way through the freezing, fluffy mounds covering his driveway, brow pulled down in a vicious scowl, to assess the damage.

The wind cut right through his black pea coat, melted snow dampening the toes of his socks. He paused where he thought the road was supposed to be, hands on his hips. It was impossible to tell. The snow covered everything, rendering it all uniform white. His flight was definitely canceled. So much for Puerto Vallarta.

Still… He scuffed the ground with the toe of his shoe, shivering. Maybe it wasn't that bad. A few more scrapes and he would see the asphalt, right? And someone with all-wheel drive and snow tires could drive him to the airport so he could get the hell out of dodge and not have to spend another Christmas cold and alone, with Patton's pity cookies growing stale on the kitchen counter.

There were few things Janus loathed more than his simpering do-gooder of a next door neighbor. Raking Janus' leaves in the fall with his muscular arms on display, mowing the lawn shirtless in the summer so Janus had no choice but to admire the pudge on his belly… Patton with his warm sweaters and puppy eyes, his constant attempts at manipulating Janus into friendship…

"Hey, Janus?" Oh, and speak of the angel.

"Not now." Janus tried to spin on his heel and only succeeded in carving a gash in the snow before his momentum halted and he stumbled. He cursed under his breath and drew his arms in, every breathless exhale exploding in a puff of white. Jesus, it was cold out here.

"Oh, sorry, are you on the phone?"

Janus rolled his eyes and sighed, turning around so he could face Patton. He wore a green bathrobe tied loosely around his waist, revealing rumpled sleep pants and a T-shirt stretched taut over his chest. "No."

"Did your flight get canceled?"

"No, I'm waiting for a taxi as we speak. I think a horse-drawn sleigh will do nicely."

For a moment, Patton's face lit up. Probably in anticipation of seeing horses. "Why don't you come inside? We can make hot chocolate and I can give you your present."

"It's Christmas Eve," Janus snapped to avoid having to answer. "You don't open presents until Christmas Day."

"Not in my house," Patton said. "You get your presents on Christmas Eve so you can play with them on Christmas Day."

"Well, I didn't get you anything." A gust of wind had them both shuddering, Janus pulling his elbows in toward his chest and ducking his head like making himself smaller would somehow help.

"That's okay! The invitation is still open."

Janus paused. He considered his cold, dark house. The espresso machine he didn't really know how to work. The philosophy and debate books he'd already read. The crime novels he'd sworn to Remus he was going to read and never had. "I— Fine, if you're going to nag."

Patton had the nerve to smile at this, his boyish face lighting up like the Christmas tree pressed up against his front window. "Oh, yay! Come on in." He shuffled aside to let Janus through the door, though Janus had a ways to go, marching awkwardly through snowdrifts in his impractical boots. "Merry Christmas, Janus."

"Merry Christmas Eve," Janus answered, just to be pedantic. But maybe this year, it would be.

#spicyanswer #spicywrites #moceit #sanders sides fic

[spicycreativity]

♫ + Moceit

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#ty duke! #spicyanswer #moceit

[spicycreativity]

hello friend!

for your writing thing - moceit (or loceit i’ll let you choose), with numbers 16, 5 and 236

no idea what i’m asking for but have fun LOL

Hello friend!

Loceit + ghosts in love AU [236]

December 2006. College student Logan Winter has a brain aneurysm on the third floor of the Lake Hawes Library. A book on astronomy lays open on the floor in front of him. The book stays on the floor for three days.

June 2010. An out-of-control vehicle crashes into the first floor of the Lake Hawes City Library, shattering one window and striking recent graduate Janus L'Ecole. Paramedics will declare him dead on the scene. He is buried with the library's copy of The Idiot.

The Lake Hawes City Library remains open.

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Atlas of the Heavens lay open on the rough gray carpeting. Every now and then, pages turned with a sharp flick as though struck by a short-lived but severe breeze. A faint shape flickered in the breeze from the air conditioner, humanoid, lying on his belly. Logan pushed up his glasses and turned another page.

He grunted at a weight on his lower back, air leaving his lungs in a rush. He had long since given up trying to make sense of his current state (no he hadn't), unable to reconcile reality with understanding. He was dead. He was breathing. Life went on.

Well, he wasn't breathing at the moment. Mostly due to the influence of Janus' weight on his diaphragm. 

"You know," Janus drawled, spreading himself over Logan's back, "Rochester has been married the whole time."

Logan rolled his hips a little. "Can I help you with something, starshine?"

"I've heard the most shocking rumor." Janus rolled over, landing on the floor without a sound. He dipped through it for a moment before finding his orientation beside Logan.

Logan sighed and shut his book. "And what might that be?"

"You'll never believe it." Janus' spectral face was lit up in a grin; his brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight from the windows.

Logan had had plenty of time to practice keeping a straight face. He gave away nothing, the way they always played their little games. "Try me."

"Babe." Janus dropped his voice to a dramatic whisper. "They're saying the library is haunted."

Few things were enough to draw a smile out of Logan, let alone a laugh. But the corner of his mouth twitched, a fond light coming into his eyes. "If my calculations are correct, that rumor has been around since early 2007."

"Oh, yes," Janus said, as though Logan had confirmed a point he'd been making. "The kids downstairs said they saw the ghost of a young, devilishly handsome young man."

"Janus—"

"Oh, and some random nerd, too."

"A library full of books and you still feel the need to make up stories."

Janus flopped over onto his back, grin never abating. "Many have said I had a promising career as a writer in my day."

Logan adjusted his glasses again. "I thought you said you wanted to be a lawyer."

Janus sat up and stole a kiss, so quickly that Logan barely registered the fainted brush of lips on the tip of his nose. "Yes, but I could have been a writer. You know, sultry, sordid romances, dead husbands and sanguine ex-wives, that sort of thing."

"I don't doubt it." Logan raised an eyebrow. "Although I do have to ask: 'sanguine' as in 'hopeful' or 'sanguine' as in 'bloody?"

"Oh, pick your poison."

Logan turned back to his book to hide his smile. "You know, I think I have."

#spicyanswer #spicywrites #loceit

[spicycreativity]

Heyyy so I loved how happy I am to see this house once more the dialogue was perfection and it felt so much like a Percy Jackson story I can’t get enough. So anyway I know it’s the day after but I want to know like is Virgil ok after royally fucking up his arm and side and then having Remus pull it? Is Remus good or are those claw marks gonna kill him? What are all of Roman’s powers and why does he have so many while Remus has none? Does Virgil have a crush on Logan? I want more of this series like so bad

Thank you so much!!! I have a little more planned, but not much but now I'm kind of inspired to continue hehe

Virgil & Remus' Injuries:

Ngl at first I was gonna use nectar & ambrosia's magical healing properties to handwave that all away, but I did kind of nerf them with the express purpose of making injuries feel more immediately threatening and dangerous... so it actually might be more interesting if their healing properties don't work very well on old injuries 🤔 I think, in the long term: yes, Virgil & Remus are gonna be okay! But they might have some issues/pain in the short term that could be fun to explore

Roman's powers/Remus' lack thereof:

You've stumbled upon a deleted scene! Well, does it count as a deleted scene if I never wrote it? 😅 Remus was actually supposed to discover some powers over the course of the journey but I couldn't find a good way to fit it into the fic. Since it was a gift, it was supposed to be Virgil-centric and I didn't want to deviate too much

Where they are right now: Roman can heal himself via singing (he hasn't learned about thee 'via singing' part yet and thinks it's random), but it wipes him out afterward. Remus can't fo anything

Where they're gonna end up (eventually): Roman will eventually learn to control his healing powers and use them on other people. I'm also trying with the idea of having him be able to emit a concentrated light that can sorta. vaporize enemies. And a few other things that I haven't really workshopped. Remus will come into his own and discover that he has, essentially, plague powers? The scurvy conversation was meant to be foreshadowing for that; he's basically gonna be able to give enemies scurvy and have their previous wounds kill them

As to why Roman is more outwardly powerful, better-looking, more charismatic, just bigger and stronger overall, I wanted to jump off of their canon appearances and behaviors and deepen them here using Apollo as a tool to do so. I'm not into Classics but I think Apollo is a great example of the unity of "Great" and "Terrible" so I wanted to split that up into Roman (Great; healing, sunlight, music) and Remus (Terrible; illness, tragedy, despair)

So, in short, Remus is a late bloomer to make Roman look greater by comparison. In-universe, I guess it's just one of those things that happens

Virgil and Logan:

Short answer: No (unless....?)

Long answer: The person I wrote How Happy I Am for is not super into romance, which is why there wasn't any in the fic. However, I LOVE fictional romance and I really REALLY love Analogical, so I feel like it probably kinda leaked in 🙈

It'll probably make a little more sense in the narrative when I get around to writing Virgil and Logan's "getting to camp" story, too: the short version is that Virgil and Logan shared a semi-traumatic experience together and Virgil was like "great, now I'll have a friend at camp" and when they got there, Logan immediately ghosted him. That's also why Virgil was so fixated on Janus at first, thinking they were kindred spirits and good be friends bc he really didn't relate to Patton very much and was mistrustful of his intentions. And why he was so mad when Janus turned out to be kind if an asshole (affectionate) 🤣

Thank you so much for dropping by my inbox! Seriously, it really means a lot to me and I'm so glad you like my fic 💜💜💜💜💜💜

#sanders sides #spicyanswer #long post

[spicycreativity]

♫ + Virgil

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#ty crow! #spicyanswer #virgil sanders

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But way back where I come from, we never mean to bother

We don't like to make our passions other people's concern

And we walk in the world of safe people

And at night we walk into our houses and burn

#ty blue! #ask game #spicyanswer

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"I thought you said monsters were drawn to demigods," Remus said, whirling his bastard sword in complicated spirals.

From the as-yet unnamed PJO AU I'm writing for Cade

#thank you! #spicyanswer

[spicycreativity]

what if pre-aa remus & virgil for a prompt

Ty!

Posted here 😊

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[spicycreativity]

🍄 Are there any fandoms you've never written for but want to try? and 🛳 Are there any new ships you want to write for? (Platonic, romantic, or anything in between.)

TY, Duke!

May 2023 be the year I start writing really weird Soul Eater fic that nobody wants, amen

As far as ships, ummm... 🤔 Maybe Geeta and Larry from the new Pkmn games.

#spicyanswer #ask game

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What research do you plan on doing for your writing?

All of it. I never miss a chance to do research! Usually, it finds me mid-project though, so I don't often end up doing a lot of prep. If I had to make a forecast, probably a lot on art; sculpture, art analysis, etc

What is one of your smallest writing goals?

Okay this one is teeny but I want to write in a different color every day (in a cycle) to help me keep track of words counts better. So on Day 1 I work on 2 WIPs and use red, then I take a break, then on Day 4 I work on a different WIP and use orange, etc. That way I can tally up my wordcounts. Just for funsies:)

What's a new project you're doing this year?

I would LOVE to write more for TSS! I'm not an AU person and I feel like at a certain point I started beating my head against the wall with canonverse fics— nothing felt interesting or new. So I'm HOPING we get more episodes and I get inspired again :)

So far, I don't have any ideas that I didn't come up with in 2022. I'd like a brand new 2023 idea to keep things fun, but. Well, we'll seeeee

Ty for the ask, anon!

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🐌 What is one of your smallest writing goals?

Ty, anon!

This year, I would like to find more joy in my writing!

In 2022 I definitely had a "do it right" mindset (I have to plot it correctly, I have to use correct grammar down to the most minute detail [— vs -, etc], I have to make people like it). I do think it served me well, but this year I want to swing the pendulum the other way and prioritize writing for me

#spicyanswer #ask game

[spicycreativity]

u, w, x & y for the fanfic asks! - blue :)

U: Share three of your favourite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Unfortunately, I'm ungodly picky and I usually find that an author wrote one (1) single fic that I ADORE

So let me plug some TSS fics instead 😇

Tell Me Lies - LeftoverParadox does AMAZING work playing with the lore/setting of the series while crafting a believable, witty courtship between Logan and Janus

The Nightmare Before the Secret Santa - Really really sweet gen fluff and such a fun characterization of Remus! And it features pugs, which is an instant win in my book

Logan's Log Entries - I LOVE a fic that plays with the narration style. This one is presented as a series of diary entries from Logan's POV and it's really fun getting to see the others entirely through the lens of Logan's perception

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

The more specific the better! I accept prompts because I want to make people happy and give them what they want, so it helps to know the particulars. I should probably learn to trust my own judgement a little more though 😅

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

To keep it in the fandom, J a n u s. He makes it so easy. Outside the fandom, Elias Bouchard. I have a few mini TMA ideas and they all involve Mr Smug Eyeballs Watcher Man having the shit annoyed of him by his ex-ex-ex-ex-ex husband

Y: A character you want to protect.

In terms of fanfic drama, I think everyone should suffer >:) There are a few characters outside the fandom who I think have suffered enough and just need to be wrapped in blankets and given hot choccy, and among them are Crona from Soul Eater, Nico di Angelo, and Pickles from Metalocalypse. Enough they've had enough just let them rest

#thank you blue!!!! #spicyanswer

[spicycreativity]

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

SO MANY!!! Enemies to lovers is a big one, and idiots to lovers, plus like??? Soft whump or idk like physical hurt/comfort? It's about the caretaking *clenches fist* Also, and idk if this one has a name, that thing where Character A is deeply in love with Character B but thinks it's one-sided so they overcompensate by acting really cold and Character B is like "omg they hate me!!! :("

Oh, and the "oh" moment!!! And hanahaki disease, as long as it's idiots-to-lovers and they only THINK it's unrequited. And crackfic!

I like a lot of tropes 😅

EDIT I FORGOT MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE: BODYSWAP

#thank you anon!!!!! #spicyanswer