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maysrinn · 1 month

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Ok we know the interaction of Clementine meeting her siblings but let's go to the Capitol Au, how was the interaction of Janus meeting his siblings?

You’re right we are missing a puzzle piece and that is Janus whole deal with his capitol AU siblings XD

Xanthos joined the family when Janus was 5. Accustomed to being the sole focus of his parents' attention, Janus initially resisted the idea of sharing it. However, Lucy Gray assured him that Xanthos would make an excellent playmate, and Janus eagerly embraced that promise.

Janus: momma…

Lucy Gray: yes hun?

Janus: aint he gonna… he’s so boring, he’s not doing anything. I thought babies did something? Is he broken? Can we return him?? Get a better one, How is he supposed to play like that?

Lucy Gray: Janus yes well, they do just give him a bit more time and let’s now just enjoy the silence.

Janus: silence isn’t fun… I wanna poke him…

Coriolanus: Sejanus Crimson Snow-

Janus: …sorry… father…

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At the age of 8, Rosalyn joined their family. While Xanthos was declaring Rosie his arch nemesis before she was even born sounds familiar now doesn’t it Janus was thrilled at the prospect of being a big brother to his younger sister, envisioning additional responsibilities to prove himself. Rosie was petite but healthy, and Janus eagerly longed to cradle her upon their initial encounter.

Janus: so tiny, can I hold her?

Coriolanus: absolutely not- I see how you hold that cat of yours, you’ll not hold your fragile newborn sister like that-

Janus: b-but tiramisu is chunky and wiggly! Rosie looks sleepy and light…please…

Coriolanus: No-

He held her while sitting next to Lucy Gray who ensured that he was indeed not holding his newborn sister like his cat ^^’

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Bonus: Even if she is not considered canon yet idk, Janus would be 22 at the time Lucia joins the family. Not being present during her birth like Rosalyn, he is married to his wife and busy with his job as an apprentice for Tigress. He would meet his now even littler sister a few weeks after. He remembers the first time holding Rosalyn, which filled him with pride, but it would be holding baby Lucia that would trigger the ‘I want one of those’ feeling.”

Janus: holding you makes all the previous stress and anxiety melt away, you don’t know me yet and I don’t think we will spend a lot of time together but I’ll treasure every moment I have.

Clelia: She looks like shes made out of gold, such a bright beautiful little lady~

Janus: The cutest little munchkin…

Lucia: Bah!

Janus: I know why they named you honey because you’re just as sweet!

Meanwhile Lucy Gray: yes… feast my child, pull them under your spell. Momma is proud of her little performer~

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Unfortunately for both Janus and Clelia they wouldn’t have munchkin on their own for a while.

#tbosas #snowbaird #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #alternate universe #xanthos almost dying during birth #Janus: he is boring…#he wasnt 5 minutes ago Janus trust me #Rosie is just vibing and sleeping #Lucia Honey Snow the master of spells #the spell is baby fever #they both definitely have it now #lucy gray approves #coirolanus as well he needs ro see his line grow #CapitolAU #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #thg #hunger games

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ofcruelheart · 5 months

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AZUSA FUJIWARA / THE FACELESS SHIP

pale hair slicks down her shoulders like spilled mercury. adorning her face is a masquerade mask crafted from iridescent shells and pearls—pale blue and pink hues that capture the neon's glaring light. a dress made from precious, metallic silk moussline, and boasting a sinfully fitted bodice with intricate pleats; silver as the moon, as many pleats as there are curves in a fingerprint. blood-red lipstick traces a perfect curve around a coupe glass handed to her upon her solitary arrival.

#LAWLESSEVENT002.#we'll see if i make one for janus bc he's prob wearing a boring suit or smth #visage: azusa

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ask-the-snek-man · 1 year

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(Hmmm a bored looking snake man… I wonder if anyone will make his day more interesting)

#janus sanders #ask janus sanders #ts janus #janus ask blog #ask janus #ts janus sanders #tss janus #janus #janus sanders fanart #yelling janus’ s name into the abyss #are you not bored doing nothing #he is #why is he doing nothing?#I dunno #you could ask

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jaratedeguadalupe · 1 year

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my indefinite stance will forever be that logan is a master on mario cart and decimates anybody who dares oppose him

#as already established #he's not the biggest gamer #but he's a god on mario cart #and possibly super smash bros if he tried #not sure who he would main though #remus plays waluigi obv #roman and janus fight over playing Rosalina #patton plays Yoshi #virgil plays bowser #and sometimes play wario because remus begs him to match with him #remus plays luigi now because of the mario movie fjfnfnf #i have not come to a conclusion who logan plays #mario is too boring but I genuinely don’t know #Maybe baby bowser #or donkey kong #idk

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an-organized-confusion · 1 year

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More art ideas I’ll get to someday... family portraits!

iZombie

Ortiz Family

The last/only photo where Roman, Remus, and their parents were in the same picture was when they were very little... want to say not even 10 years old. Rómulo in stuffy business attire, Mara heavily made-up with ostentatious jewelry and designer wear. It’s very stiff in composition and expression... besides Remus being more squirmy.

Then there’s probably one where Roman is standing with his parents w/ his BA diploma in hand... while Remus is in prison “fucked off”.

Plenty pictures the twins together after the events of main fic, in company of their friends & SOs (Virgil, Janus, Logan... Patton might look a bit awkward if pictured. Just because of HIPAA and therapist/client boundaries. Patton is awkward about Ro and Vi off the clock, man... not helped by them being zombies held in confidence too.)

Enache Family

Virgil with his grandparents, he was an only child and in like... middle school. Just some tenderness, Virgil looks extremely shy in the picture.

Same thing, Virgil’s in HS, dressed in the emo du jour. He is smiling a little bit (as irritable and anxious as he was getting while being a more and more parentified by them, they all still love each other...)

There’s a picture of him and his grandpa when he graduated high school and/or entered college. Virgil is carrying himself with more confidence (thanks to all the therapy work he did with Patton.)

Gymrat

Sanchez Family

I think Ro does have a pretty tattered family picture with Remus and their parents not long before they died. Probably the only family they’re willing to honor on the ofrenda as adults...

There’s probably a picture of the twins with their uncle Esteban. Remus is trying his hardest to ruin the picture - they didn’t bother re-shooting. (It might also be obvious he wants to tear off the frilly dress Esteban made him wear...)

Remus wants to burn that one, expedite the bastard’s second death, piss on the dude’s grave, just everything. (After all the BS the uncle put the two through - especially Roman.)

Roman can’t make himself throw it away, but tries to bury it far away from sight/awareness. His memory issues are a blessing and a curse sometimes...

Begotten

Espinoza Family

Just a normal, happy family with the twins and their parents. One before the twins started having their nightmares, so like 5 years old. Carrie might be in a jumpsuit and/or the jacket she got from a mentor named “Old Rosie”, from her work as an airplane tech.

Another after they started, creepy middle-schooler twins vibes there. Just give a sense that there’s something wrong with them, but their parents unchanging in their tenderness. Vic might be wearing veterinarian scrubs.

One after the twins graduated HS... and after everything was turned upside down.

Version 1: looks normal. Except the twins still can’t not look creepy in photos.

Version 2: the outlines of Roman and Remus’s Horrors visible (dragon & kraken), Vic’s gathering magical energy, Carrie is wielding a crossbow...

There’s several with extended family too, joyous affairs really.

Janus’s Brood

A picture of Janus, Logan, Virgil, and Patton. Janus is like the pseudo-matriarch in the group, basically adopting the other three. Consider the rest having a sibling-like relationship, Logan the eldest and Patton the youngest. (Janus may be especially soft with Virgil and Patton because she crossed paths with them while they were orphaned/lost/homeless kids... Logan was barely an adult, in comparison.)

An extremely crowded picture where the Espinozas are crammed into it. It’s certainly something to behold. :,D

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #reference #creativitwins #(creativitwins all the way down... pffft)#(i'll never not be amused abt saying 'those boys aint right' at the begotten!twins)#(carrie and vic are only slightly less confused why they can't not look creepy in the fic after they realized their natures)#(the twins don't know what everyone else's problem is)#(also gymrat!remus being a huge nerd despite him wanting to exude Delinquent Energy amuses me to no end)#(this feral looking cryptid human can fix your entire server room if it annoys him badly enough)#(or if he's bored enough out of his skull)#(or wants to spite someone)#(logan AND virgil will happily call him a nerd)

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lefaystrent · 2 months

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"I want to tell you something."

Thomas speaks the words into the quiet of the kitchen. He stares down at the pot of water sitting on the stove. The burner has been lit, and the heat rises. Soon, the water will boil.

"And it's- it's something that I've thought for a long time now. Years. But I've never said anything."

The smallest of bubbles rise to the surface. Over his shoulder, Thomas can see Patton sitting at the bar.

"It's okay. Take your time," he says. His nose scrunches up as he smiles. His glasses reflect a scattering of kitchen light.

Thomas snorts. "I think years is enough time." He breaks a bundle of pasta in half, letting them fall gently into the steaming water. He adjusts the temperature, then shifts on his feet. "I've just...never said anything," he repeats.

"You don't have to say anything at all." Janus sits at the bar instead. He wears a frown, and he's leaned over the surface with his chin in a propped palm, but the patience in his gaze belays his bored demeanor. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. I certainly won't force you."

Want to? No.

Thomas shakes his head and stirs the pot. "I think I need to."

"Do you?" Logan sits at the bar. His arms are folded over his tie, but it's not an intimidating pose. It's careful. Considerate. "I'd like you to take a moment to 'check yourself before you wreck yourself', as they say. Is that how you use that phrase?"

Thomas rolls his eyes, and yet he's smiling. This is a heavy topic, but it's not constricting. He stirs the noodles easily and they begin to fold together like they were made to. "I'm okay. I don't need to think about it more. I'm not anxious, not really."

"Yeah?" And now it's Virgil sitting at the bar. He stops as if he had been caught in the middle of playing with the string of his hoodie. Then he smooths down the front of his clothes. No ruffles here. He nods. "Good. That's good. That's good, right?"

Thomas still smiles. "Yes, that's good." The pasta softens as it swirls around the water. Round and round it goes. When will it stop? Nobody knows.

"Well don't just keep me in suspense!" Remus slams his hand down on the bar. And then he does it again and again, maybe just to hear the smack, smack, smack. He's not grinning maniacally or anything. Just a quirk of his mustache. A glint in his eyes. A cocked brow. "You know I love a good tease... but this is playing too coy!"

Thomas heaves a huge sigh. "I guess I just..." He trails off. He knocks the spoon against the pot's rim to shake off the water. He sets it aside. "I just don't want this to change anything."

The warmth of the burner blankets his face. The stove vent thrums above his head, and distantly Thomas hears the air conditioner click on. A light sheen of perspiration beads across his face, but its not wholly unpleasant.

Would it be bad? If this did change anything?

Roman sits at the bar. His shoulders are low, like all the breath has left him. He watches Thomas calmly with sad eyes. "What have you got to lose?"

In the pot, the pasta swirls and swirls until it's ready.

"I love you," Thomas finally says, and he turns to look over his shoulder to find that it's himself who sits there.

The other him beams proudly. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Satisfied, Thomas flicks off the stove burner and drains the water in the sink. He stirs together noodles, hamburger meat, and red sauce, until its in perfect measures, just the way he likes it.

After making himself a plate, Thomas sits at the dining table. He is alone with himself, and he's alright with that.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #fanfiction #writing #inspired by an actual love confession #it might have been my love confession #casually just showing up to drop a random drabble #im still scared of life #but inspiration is never dead just sleeping

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analoceits · 4 months

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im bored. who wants my ideas for sanders sides fusions?

logan and virgil: forethought. probably fuses whenever thomas needs a plan ASAP. hes the one who plans ahead, thinks up every possible scenario and then what to do. owns a terrifying amount of red string. i think he would also control toms reflexes. ranty and intense.

virgil and roman: hope/spite. they have two fused forms for different situations. hope is for when thomas is at his lowest and needs to get back up. very soothing, gruff but warm. spite is for when thomas has been knocked down and needs to get back up. full of fucking rage.

patton and janus: repression. fused when he was younger and not out yet, only fuses when its an emergency nowadays. he is a major part of keeping thomas safe. if there is something he cant safely express, its his job to hide it a way. hes cold but just warm enough to not be offputting. very mature and calm.

logan and remus: morbidity. strangely, only fuses in calm scenarios; when thomas is willing to explore his darker throughts. oddly cool in his fascination towards dark things, would probably disect himself if he could.

patton and virgil: guilt. fuses mostly late at night. cries a lot. can never do something even close to wrong without immediately trying to make up for it. cares deeply abt others, a mix of virgils fierce protectiveness and pattons lovey dovey nature.

virgil and janus: desperation. fuses in the worst case. utterly terrifying. can and will do anything to protect thomas from threats. has 0 sense of morals and will do things that arent forgiveable. feral and deeply aggressive at all times. his gloves are always bloodstained. janus and virgil cant look at themselves or each other after being him for a long time.

#analogical #prinxiety #moceit #intrulogical #moxiety #anxceit #sanders sides #tss #sasi #ts #virgil sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders

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let-roman-bite-someone · 8 months

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it's been a while since i made an analysis here but as anyone else in this fandom, i've been speculating on orange. i know that by now, most people are convinced that orange is anger or something related to that.

however, we need to look at the previous patterns in order to figure out who orange might be. “the dark sides” were all facets of c!thomas that he was unwilling to accept or acknowledge. his anxiety, his ability and capacity for deception and probably the most jarring for him, the violent and/or disgusting thoughts that pop into his head without warning.

despite virgil's arc, anxiety was probably the easiest for thomas to accept. virgil didn't even have to introduce himself; thomas already knew he existed and while he was not happy about that, thomas had already accepted by that point that anxiety was a part of him. janus's existence was a harder pill to swallow and remus's was even harder.

so with all this, orange turning out to be anger (or wrath, rage, whatever you want to call it) would be a little underwhelming. while anger is not an emotion that is always encouraged, it's certainly not that hard to accept. especially compared to having repetitive intrusive thoughts about murdering people.

besides, thomas has already acknowledged his own capacity for anger before.

here, he refers to logan and roman having short tempers. they've shown this multiple times in the series too. if logan and roman are prone to anger, then it follows that thomas is also prone to anger and that he is aware of it. and regarding the nonchalant way he addressed it, i doubt he's troubled about his temper at all.

since there were only two short episodes before the introduction of virgil, we don't have enough context as to whether thomas was aware of his anxiety or how accepting he was of it. for janus and remus however, we have several instances of thomas either being in denial or being completely unaware of their existence.

regarding the concept of lying, thomas chose not to lie to people to the best of his ability. regarding intrusive thoughts, while there's no instances of thomas straight-up refusing to feed into them, he was a lot more "clean" before remus came along. he didn't swear as much and when he did, usually censored the swears (probably a conscious decision from thomas & co. but i think it had a canon reason too) and using more technical terms for sexual activities.

anyway, all of this is just a complicated way to get to the point, so i won't bore you any longer. my point is that orange would have to be something bigger, something more terrifying and that thomas would likely be in denial about.

one thing thomas has constantly been shown to fear is losing his friends and loved ones. this has surprisingly been a consistent theme from the early stages of the series.

a lot of the episodes like Making Some Changes, Can Lying Be Good and the SvS duology were centered around thomas's fear of losing his friends. friendship is very important to thomas and different situations in his life often feeds into the fear of being left behind.

now what is a common theme in all the scenes that orange has been hinted at?

the feeling of being ignored or belittled. logan gets mad at roman because roman mocks his attempts at trying to communicate honestly. SvS Redux has thomas feeling irritated and upset that lee and mary lee barely paid attention to him during the wedding. the intrusive thoughts asides video, of course, has both thomas and logan getting angry over being ignored.

so, with all this, i conclude that orange is desperation (n; a state of despair, typically one which results in rash or extreme behaviour). a need for validation, a need for attention and affection. thomas, at this point, is especially disturbed by a lot of things going on in his life. but a recurring theme throughout the show, especially after the introduction of janus and remus, is thomas's fear of driving away his friends. he is overly judgmental of each of his actions, worried that they may lead to him being lonely and left behind.

and again, in WTIT, thomas is also desperate to be noticed by nico. he fears dying alone but at the same time, he struggles to reach out to people. still, he makes the first move by texting nico but the fact that nico doesn't reply makes thomas more and more fearful of ending up alone. he is desperate for love and support, he is desperate for validation; but he needs to focus on himself and fix his own issues, if he wants to maintain a healthy relationship with other people.

like all the other sides, i think that orange is also only trying to help thomas. he's trying to get thomas to come to terms with the fact that nothing is stagnant. most things in life are temporary and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll be able to let go of any worries weighing you down. thomas just needs to face that fact and focus on living in the moment, instead of worrying about what could be. he also needs to have a little trust in himself and know that he's trying his best to be a good person.

and logan is the right person to target for this. because first off, logan himself is suffering from the desperate need for validation, he is visibly struggling to get to thomas. secondly, a sign of deteriorating mental health is when logic becomes clouded due to emotions and this affects a person's basic functioning, such as decision making, problem solving and if gone too far, even everyday activities. the one time logan temporarily left the group, we saw how much of a chaos the others were. i believe orange thinks that this is the only way to make thomas understand how dire the situation is.

so yeah, that's just my take on this whole orange deal. i could be completely wrong but it's still fun analyzing these things.

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error-pleaseleaveamessage-error · 1 year

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"Step aside, scoundrel, and we may part peacefully."

"...?"

I wanted to draw Roman protecting Remus, as you don't see much of that, but this became way more wholesome than I was intending. There's some context for this drawing under the cut.

The lore behind this is way post-DWIT, where Roman makes more of a conscious effort to figure out his other half.

They take turns showing each other their side of the imagination, or perhaps creations and ideas they've had stirring. It's Roman's turn, hinting towards the more warm colors in the drawing, and on the way, they're confronted with some kind of beast. Roman immediately hops in front of his twin because how dare this beast! The only one who can mess with Remus is none other than his fabulous self! (Totally and most definitely the only reason, no need to summon Janus or anything... /s)

Remus, knowing it is entirely fake (Maybe is even the one who made the beast in the first place. Look, it gets boring sometimes.) but did not expect Roman to get all Hero Complex on him is very amused. (...Dare he say affronted that Roman would guard him when they fight all the time. This is the very first time it's happened. He can't say he's not curious if Roman will keep protecting him if he ducks under the sword to fight the monster himself.)

Whelp, seems as though it'll take longer to get to their destination. Oh well! Though it's not so bad watching Roman get increasingly territorial. Hey, a fight might even start!

If it does, Remus is definitely getting in on it.

(...And maybe, he'll have Roman's back and stop a few scratches from landing. ONLY a few though!)

#sanders sides fanart #roman sanders #remus sanders #ts roman #ts remus #pandas drawing #roman and remus #creativitwins

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columboscreens · 8 months

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Sometimes Columbo seems to judge the murderers on the merits of their motive. Like if they are killing out of desperation or revenge, he can be understanding, especially if the victim is also a scumbag. When the murderer kills for greed? That's when he really despises them.

sometimes. there are certain killers for whom he has more patience than others, some he has a blast just toying with, and some he just can't wait to throw in jail. but i'd say "despises" casts too wide a net, especially since most of the murders in the series are spurred by some variant of greed.

columbo, necessitated by his vocation, compartmentalizes very well. in ransom for a dead man, lady lawyer leslie williams kills her husband simply because she's extracted all she wanted out of him and is bored of him. in etude in black, conductor alex benedict kills his star pianist mistress because she wants them to be more, lest she leak their relationship to the press--but his wife's social stature is keeping him at the helm of the LA philharmonic.

in both episodes, columbo is unequivocally appalled by the crime, considers the perps grossly arrogant, considers their lifestyles grossly opulent---yet is clearly sort of enamored of them. he clearly and genuinely shows admiration for their talents, their intellect, their determination toward their crafts.

he states this outright in try and catch me, when he's pushed in front of the lectern and gives us a rare look into his thoughts:

i think the one thing that really makes columbo lose his shit is when he sees that the killer truly has no regard for human life. it's one thing to kill someone who has wronged you, or is about to wrong you, especially in a crime of passion. but the two times we see him really get mad, at dr. mayfield and milo janus, are primarily because they've shown that they are willing to kill literally anyone to get what they want at a moment's notice, even people hardly involved in the original equation at all. they don't even pretend to be apologetic--they are flippant and cavalier about the whole thing. you can see especially in dr. mayfield's case, the fact that he's just as calm as columbo and unfettered by his presence clearly begins to piss him off.

combine this with time sensitivity and cases where columbo is in a tight spot with little/no proof, and the little man starts to unravel a bit.

you are right though, columbo is definitely more understanding when the murderer has a valid reason. lauren staton in it's all in the game killed her boyfriend because he was not only violent, he was a known scumbag who was two-timing both she and her daughter. it's the only time in the series columbo straight-up looks the other way and releases an accomplice.

#columbo #ask #ransom for a dead man #etude in black #try and catch me #a stitch in crime #exercise in fatality #its all in the game

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annaizscribbling · 4 months

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Frosted Windows

In which Janus has a question to ask.

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Janus tapped his fingers on the wooden end table pressed up against the plush black armchair he was seated in. His mismatched eyes were thoughtful, not kind, but thoughtful. He often looked like he was actively coming up with a challenge. A test. A trick.

The room was lavish. Dark stained oak made up the floors and furniture. A Persian rug covered the floor. High ornate ceilings above. Strange oil paintings adorned the walls, all normal at a first glance yet stranger when examined.

He kept drumming his fingers. The gloves made the sound silent. Still, the movement was captivating. It wasn’t rapid but measured. All five fingers tap in quick succession before a half moment break. Then again. Again. Again.

The ticking of an unseen grandfather clock rocked a rhythm into the room. His legs were crossed. At the ends of his dress pants, black socks peeked through before being hidden below leather dress shoes. It was 9:00AM. He always looked this formal. He smelt like pine.

‘Do you think, in your opinion, that you’re a good person?’ Janus asked coolly, eyes only half open, like the question was so dull he barely had to be awake to ask it.

‘Odd question to ask me of all people.’ I say, because it is. I am the last person worth asking this.

Janus raises his eyebrows in a mocking replica of surprise. Like my assumption is unexpected, or even bold. It isn’t. ‘I never said you were the only person I’ve ever asked,’ Janus said.

I don’t bother challenging that, though I’m positive he hadn’t been rounding us up one by one to ask. ‘Even still. It’s an odd thing to ask me.’

‘I don’t hear an answer,’ Janus says, fingers drumming again. His gaze is drifting away from me. I’m being boring to him. Or maybe he’s pretending to be bored by me. He wouldn’t be the first to do either.

‘I think good and bad are subjective,’ I tell him, nearly clinically.

Janus smiles. His smiles are sharp and pointy like the edge of a blade. ‘You think that answer impresses me,’ he says like it is fact.

‘I don’t care enough to impress you’ I say.

‘You are refusing to entertain the question. Simply by asking specifically for your opinion, I am acknowledging that the question and answer are both subjective. I know that you cannot objectively answer.’ Janus looks back at me. I don’t like his gaze trained so closely on my face.

‘Then what is the point?’ I say, slightly colder now.

‘Come now,’ Janus chuckles. The sound is like a deep rumble from an old actor with a transatlantic accent. ‘Even you aren’t completely practical. Don’t you enjoy a little bit of stimulating company? Indulge me. It’s one question.’

‘There is no simple answer to your singular question,’ I tell him.

‘Then we can start at a simpler point,’ Janus says like I am a child struggling to understand a basic concept. ‘How about this? Is humanity good?’

‘I don’t believe you are as funny as you think you are.’

‘Come on, I’ve been dying to pick your mind,’ Janus says without convincing me of his words. ‘Just answer the question. Is Humanity good in your opinion?’

‘Again, there is no objective answer to that question,’ I sigh curtly, ‘and what’s the point in an answer that subjective? It’s pointless here. I don’t bother with pointless what ifs.’

‘Mmmmm. Not a philosopher Too practical?’ Janus says, smiling at the window. The glass is frosted, so what lies beyond it is too blurry to make out. It’s hard to decide if Janus would be the type of dream up an unused front lawn just to be blurred by a windowpane. There are certainly some of us who would, but would Janus?

‘No. I am not a philosopher. I leave that to you, Janus,’ I tell him tautly.

‘It’s true, I do love hypotheticals,’ Janus preens, running his fingertips along the brim of his hat, ‘but I like them because they so easily apply to reality. I don’t exclusively spend my hours scheming up pointless questions. I think that I’m clever enough to avoid pointless questions. I ask about what I see.’

‘And what do you see, exactly?’

‘More questions,’ Janus shrugs with his usual poised nonchalance. ‘Just like the ones I’m asking you. Is humanity good in your subjective opinion?’

‘Humans are not good or bad,’ I say, knowing I will not sway him.

‘Right, right, but that’s a cop out, my friend. By saying that, what do we imply?’ Janus asked, spreading his arms.

‘I imagine you will tell me.’

‘Saying there is no good or bad implies that humans are animals. There is no good or bad in a deer or a dog. Are we the same? Or do we simply delude ourselves into it? Our higher intelligence only hinders our personal aspirations then. Morality furthers the wellbeing of our species as a whole while shackling the individual. We need not morals or empathy then. Doing ‘bad’ things aren’t actually bad things at all. Only things.’

‘…Sure,’ I say after a pause, if only to appease him. My hesitation makes it sound like I don’t understand. I do. I just don’t like where he might be steering me. I don’t like being steered at all. This is the most basic train of thought; I don’t understand why he’s wasting his time on it.

Janus looks slightly annoyed at my lack of engagement. ‘So what? You agree?’

‘Elaborate.’

‘Humans are animals controlled by invented feelings of guilt and moral superiority to our unrestrained mammals we share the world with,’ he says.

‘I suppose.’

‘So if I hurt you, it means nothing. I can do what I’d like, and you may acknowledge it as harmful to you, either emotionally or physically, but it is not a ‘bad’ thing to do.’

‘Janus,’ I say wearily, ‘this is neither inventive nor stimulating. I was there when Thomas went to high school. I thought you had better material than this.’

‘Come now,’ Janus clicks his tongue, fingers drumming again. ‘I know you know this. I want your opinion on it.’

‘I think you have a guess as to my opinion, and want your guess to be proven correct,’ I say, feeling impatient. I stuff the feeling down. I don’t have anything pressing to do. Feeling impatient otherwise is a childish emotion. I don’t have time to entertain it.

‘Fine,’ Janus sighs, ‘you really know how to suck the fun out of this you know.’

My hands have been folded in my lap until this point. I feel my arms and spine stiffen.

Janus catches the adjustment in my posture. A self-satisfied smirk tugs at his lips.

‘Is that all then?’ I ask.

‘Not yet, no,’ Janus says, recrossing his legs so that the right one is on top. ‘You’re right. I do have a guess, but that’s the fun of it. Haven’t you ever had a hypothesis you’re itching to test?’

‘I have. Though mine don’t usually involve leading my subject in circles until I’m proven correct.’

Janus pretends to be offended, opening his mouth as his eyebrows draw together in a mimicry of hurt. ‘I would never.’

‘Yes, you would, actually.’

‘Okay fine, I totally enjoy doing that,’ Janus immediately concedes with a smug smile, ‘but that’s to prove a point. This is to test a theory of mine. Completely different. I’m honestly shocked you can’t tell the difference.’

'Care to share your theory, then?’ I ask.

‘Fine,’ Janus sighs dramatically, ‘though it’s less fun that way.’ His fingers begin to drum again, aligning with the beat of the clock ticking from somewhere I cannot quite place.

A few seconds pass. Then longer. A minute and a half go by. Janus is thinking, I can see it in the way his lips twitch every so often. I imagine he’s wording and rewording his pitch behind his closed mouth.

‘Well?’

‘I think that deep down, you believe humans are good,’ Janus says all at once. There’s an anticipation behind his eyes but I can’t see through him well enough to understand why.

I feel my face fall flat. I raise an eyebrow. ‘Really?’

‘Yes.’

'Is this a roundabout way of insulting my intelligence?’ I ask without much amusement. I feel like the trap he’s setting is closing in on me. He is going to prod and poke until he gets to laugh at me for something. I can feel it. I want to leave, but I’m not so weak to give in just yet.

‘Why would it be?’ Janus asks without answering, head tilting in intrigue.

I pause to think of a good way to support my claim. I level him with a sharper stare. ‘Do you believe humans are good?’

Janus barks out a laugh, looking excited. ‘Turning it on me now? How coy, but this was about you. Unlike many things which are and should be focused on me, I want this to be about you, untainted by my little old opinion. But let’s pretend I did answer, what would that prove?’

'I think you don’t believe humans are good, if I had to make an instinctive guess,’ I say before faltering.

‘And?’

'And by implying that I believe the opposite of you …’ I trail off to my own frustration. It’s hard to get out the words. I feel like I’m being led across a tight rope with a blindfold on. Each step is a gamble.

Janus smirks, leaning back in his seat. ‘You believe that I might believe humanity is bad, and if like I stated previously, you think humanity is good, I think you are wrong. And we just can’t have that, can we?’

I grit my teeth. ‘…yes.’

'Cute. So this whole little game is just a dig at you. A joke. A fun little riddle where the answer is that you are secretly an idiot. Irrational. Biased. Blinded. Wrong,’ Janus says, counting on his fingers as he comes up with different words to describe me as a fool.

'Your track record does you no favors,’ I say lowly.

‘I suppose not,’ Janus shrugs, ‘but no. You’re harder to lead that way compared to the others. I have a different point to make today. Can you guess my next step, darling?’

I glare at him, but I do understand where he’s going with this. ‘Your first question.’

Janus smirks, fingers drumming once more. ‘If I had a cookie, I’d give it to you.’

'Save it.’

‘Do you remember the question in question,’ Janus asks, his finger drumming picking up the pace, losing some of its rhythm in is excitement.

'You asked if I thought I was a good person,’ I say, refusing to look at him. My heart rate quickens. I don’t let my agitation show. Janus is clever, but he’s no mind reader. He’s no god.

‘If you think humans in general are good—’

'Which we have not established—’

'Then do you think you’re a good human?’ Janus finished; eyes fixed on my every move.

‘I’m not even human.’ I say.

‘Don’t bullshit me, darling,’ Janus says, his smug smile boring into my chest.

‘Then I don’t know. It doesn’t matter enough for me to have decided. I am not human, and even if I considered myself one, it doesn’t matter. It’s subjective. It’s pointless. Am I good or bad? I don’t have an answer. I’m afraid you’ll have to manage without one.’

‘I think,’ Janus began slowly, ‘that you refuse to answer. Even in your innermost thoughts. Because if you do decide, you’ll have to face something much larger than something as simple as good or bad.’

‘And what would that be?’ I demand.

‘If you were a good person, why would you be treated the way you are? And if you’re a bad person, then you deserve what you’re becoming despite what he says—'

My vision goes black as soon as I register what Janus is talking about.

‘You don’t deserve it. You deserve better. You deserve to fight it. Good people aren’t bad for defending themselves. Let me handle it.’

Stop. Stop. Shut up. I’m not doing this. Stay back.

‘Please.’

Shut up.

‘I think you’re good.’

It doesn’t matter.

‘Good people deserve better.’

Good people aren’t real.

‘Let me out.’

You’re just my own thoughts. There is nothing to release.

‘Please, Logan?’

‘This is pointless,’ I say to Janus, standing and sinking out of the room before he could object.

#logan sanders #sander sides #thomas sanders #janus sanders #Anais writes #ts janus #ts Logan #fanfic

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maysrinn · 2 months

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I'm dying to know what Janus and Clelia's courtship is like. Especially the dynamics between Livia, Coriolanus and Lucy Gray

Janus and Clelia, both hailing from influential families, found themselves ensnared in a clandestine romance, kept under wraps due to Coriolanus's disapproval. Coriolanus bore a deep hatred against Livia, intensified by her involvement in events two decades ago that led to the premature death of Clementine. Despite the hurdles, Janus and Clelia persisted in their courtship discreetly, meeting in secluded locations away from scrutiny. Their relationship flourished in secrecy, culminating in an engagement only known to Lucy Gray.

________

Livia is over the moon, and excited about the engagement. First time Clelia had ever seen her mother this happy, knowing it ain’t about her engagement but more for the benefits in status she received from it. Clelia hoped that the engagement would bring them closer together …it didn’t. The only thing Livia saw was an opportunity and she gladly looked past her daughter to get it.

Coriolanus is furious with his son, he doesn’t want to give Livia the satisfaction of getting exactly what she wants. Like these two are constantly at each other with Coriolanus getting the impression for the first years Livia wanting to let him know what kind of opportunities he missed before he became president. She wanted to be first lady so bad

Lucy Gray is once again vibing and happy for her son and future daughter-in-law, she is also the one who keeps Coriolanus off Livia each time they have to meet. She doesn't like Livia either and the feeling is mutual. Livia calls her a district rodent or whore while Lucy Gray only sees Mayfair 2.0 but has to be the bigger person of the three while one is spiteful and the other resentful.

#tbosas #snowbaird #alternate universe #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #livia cardew #the hunger games #hunger games #thg #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus wants to strangle livia #lucy gray as the voice of reason #like always #duh

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its-ahissionado · 1 month

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I saw someone else do this and thought a few of my friend group's quotes would fit the sides—

Virgil: *Listening to MCR out loud*

Logan: Oh, is this Khaleed?

Roman: Someone just said "down here in texas there's only deers and queers, and you sure ain't a deer"

Roman: And I mean, he's right—

Janus: Remus, did you set the fire alarm off again?

Virgil: REMUS WHY DID YOU WALK INTO THE GIRL'S DRESSING ROOM???

Remus: I'M GONNA EAT SOME FUCKING— STARFRUIT

Roman: Man, just shut up! You useless, spineless, populist pig!

Virgil: Jesus, just call them an asshole.

Logan: I ate steak for an hour and come back to Roman being dead, Patton being Patton, and Remus about to beat up a child.

Virgil: I'm trying to stare down someone, but they're not taking the hint.

Remus: I'm trying to stare down the stare down.

Patton: I'm not trying to stare down the stare down of the stare down.

Janus: I'm staring down the stare down-er because they stared me down while starring their own message.

Virgil: I'm going to stare down the stare down-er-er as they have stared me down by taking a picture of them staring me down as I starred my own message.

Janus: I'll stare down the stare down between you and me staring down the screenshot of me staring down your self-starred message staring down the stare down of the stare down of the stare down.

Roman: I'm having a stroke.

Patton: Knock knock!

Remus: I CAN'T GO BACK TO JAIL!!

Patton about Virgil: He protecc, he attacc, but most importantly, he teach the chicks to quack.

Virgil: What does that mean?!!

Remus: I'll be bored in math class and pull up my calculator like "and they were roommates!"

Logan: How did you get Ao3 on your calculator?

Logan: Can you teach me?

Remus: I'm sorry for stealing your hair UwU, have a rat

#ts incorrect quotes #sanders sides #ts sanders sides #ts janus #ts logan #ts virgil #ts roman #ts patton #ts remus #I might make a part 2 since I have a few extra quotes I could use

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noblest-roman-of-them-all · 2 years

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Adopted

"Papa?" Virgil glanced up suddenly from his coloring page.

"Yes, my little rag doll?" Janus answered setting aside his book.

"Where did I come from?"

"Well." Janus slipped onto the floor next to his son and pulled Virgil into his lap. "You see, one day I was at the grocery store buying ice cream for your dad for his birthday and when I came out of the store I found that someone had left a baby in carseat on the hood of my car. I took the baby home and put up missing posters for him, but no one ever claimed him so your father and I decide to keep you for our own."

Virgil’s brow pinched. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely!" Janus assured and kissed his brow.

---

"Papa, where did I come from?" Virgil asked. It had been several months since the first time he asked, and this time Janus was ready.

He held out his arms and hefted the boy onto his hip. "On Halloween night, your dad forgot to bring in the Jack-o-lantern he'd carved and filled with candy for the neighborhood kids to pick from. Then at midnight-" Janus's voice suddenly went quiet "-we heard footsteps on the porch! We went very still, listening very carefully till someone tried to open the door." His voice went back to normal tone. "But at that point, we assumed it was your pesky Uncle Roman trying to play a mean trick on us, so your dad and I ran to the fridge where we had water balloons kept just for this moment. We grabbed as many as we could carry and ran as quickly ans quietly as we could to the door then we ripped the door wide open, hoping to catch Uncle Roman by surprise, but instead of your uncle there was you! You were bundled up in a knitted blanket and lying in a basket with a note pinned to the blanket. It said 'this is a good trade for your pumpkin'.

"Now at first your father was very worried, because he thought you might be a vampire baby! But I reminded him that pumpkins don't turn to vampires till after Christmas. After that he agreed to keep you."

Virgil hummed thoughtfully.

"Don't you believe me?" Janus asked innocently.

"Uncle Logan says vampires aren't real."

"That's because your Uncle Logan is terribly boring." He quickly kissed the boy's pudgy cheek. "Run along and play now, I need to finish dinner."

---

"Papa?"

Janus glanced in the rear view mirror at Virgil, strapped safely in his carseat. "Yes, pumpkin?"

"Where did I come from?"

Janus sighed. This time it'd only been a few weeks since the last time Virgil had asked. "Well, one day, I was working late at the library because we had just gotten a new shipment of books and it was my job to make sure they all got logged and had the library's stamp on the inside. It was very dark out side because it was winter now and it was very quiet because the library was closed. Then! Very suddenly and without warning the book drop off panel opened up! Now, this isn't strange during the day, but at night it's very strange indeed. Especially because no books came at all. Instead a voice called out, 'Delivery for Janus the Librarian!', " Janus put on a faux deep voice for that part and it drew a giggle from Virgil. "So I did what any sane person does and I ran outside to get my package. And gets what it was!"

"Was it me?"

Janus smiled and nodded. "It was you. I took you home right away, just in case the delivery man realized he'd made a mistake. It would have made me very sad because I saw you in the little cardboard box and loved you so much I knew immediately that I wanted to keep you forever."

Virgil gave a grin and Janus smiled at his missing front teeth. "Love you, Papa."

"I love you too."

---

"Papa?" Virgil asked as Janus pushed him on the swing.

"Yes, little one?"

"Where do babies come from?"

Janus blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Why, they're dropped off by messenger falcons, of course." He tried to make it sound like he wasn't asking a question.

"Oh. Is that the bird on Dumbo that brings the babies?"

"No, those are storks," Janus nose scrunched in annoyance. Of course he'd gotten the bird wrong.

"Oh. How come the used the wrong bird in Dumbo?"

"Because Disney think it's funny to get things wrong on purpose. And you can tell Uncle Roman I said so."

---

"Papa?" Virgil asked as Janus helped him into the car after school.

"Yes, little bug?"

"Did I really come from messenger falcons?"

"No, you were a very special baby. You see, the year you came to us was a very special year. Aaall year long your dad and I did our best to be very, very good. Your dad didn't call Uncle Roman mean names and I even secretly paid other people's library fines for them. Then on the first day of December we wrote letter to Santa telling him about how we had done our very best to be very good. And we asked him if he could give a little baby boy all our own for Christmas that year.

"And then we waited. And it was the longest month of the longest year of my whole life. But finally Christmas morning came and we woke up to the sound of a baby crying and it was the most beautiful sound because we knew we'd gotten our special wish when we got you." Janus lightly booped the end of Virgil’s nose.

"If I write Santa a letter and you and Daddy write Santa letter do you think he'll give me a baby brother for Christmas?"

Janus blinked. He hadn't been expecting that. "We can talk to your dad about the idea."

---

"Hey, we're home!" Remus called out and slung Virgil’s backpack on the couch.

"How was your day volunteering in class?" Janus asked as he came out of the study.

"Good," Remus answered, slipping an arm around Janus's waist and pulling him into a hug. Janus kissed his cheek, drawing a goofy grin from Remus. "Better now."

"Papa, guess what!" Virgil beamed with excitement.

"What?" Janus asked, matching his tone.

"There was a new kid in class today! His name's Remy and he said I'm adopted like he is!"

Janus's jaw fell open and his head snapped to Remus. "You let someone else tell him he's adopted?" He demanded.

Remus shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "I dunno, babe, I kinda feel like this one is on you. He's been asking about it for like a year now."

"Don't try to pin this on me!"

"Jan, honey, babe, darling, sunflower, light of life, and the reason I get up in the morning." He set his hands on Janus's shoulders. "Ya told the kid you found him in the mailbox. His teacher was getting ready to contact the counselor for you."

"I was just. Waiting for the right time," Janus huffed.

"He's been asking for a year, babe. It was time for him to know. I know it sucks you weren't there for it, but the other kid actually did a really good job of explaining it and in case you couldn't tell, Virgil is really happy to be adopted."

Janus sighed and glanced down at Virgil, who now looked up with worry on his young face.

"Did I make you sad, Papa?"

"No, my love." Janus sat on the floor and held out his arms. Virgil sat on his lap and hugged him tightly. Janus smiled and hugged him tightly. "The day we adopted you was one of the happiest days of my life, I want you to know that. I wouldn't change adopting you for the world. But there were some...difficult things that happened before that. And sometimes the bad things get mixed up with the good things in my brain so it's easier for me to pretend none of it happened at all. And that you just appeared out of nowhere. Because it helps me think of only the good things in that way. But I will never be sad that we adopted you, I promise." Janus pressed a kiss to Virgil’s temple and smiled when Remus settled on the floor with him, enveloping them both in a secure embrace. "I love you, Virgil."

"Love you too, Papa."

#sanders sides #janus sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #familial anxceit #demus #sanders sides au #silly parent aus #my wiriting

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pencilpat · 26 days

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In Any Form You Take - dukeceit

Scar positivity, mostly made for the purpose of comforting myself, but I wanted to share it as well. I hardly see media involving people with scars as gnarly as mine, so hopefully this can bring others comfort as well. The title is a reference to this song.

Read on Ao3 here

[Content warning for implied past self harm and current body image issues.]

Remus sits splayed out on its bed, trying to act like it isn't waiting for something. Janus has, for the first time in the months they've been dating, agreed to stay the night in its room. He disappeared into the bathroom to change almost 30 minutes ago, and Remus would be lying if it said it wasn't worried. It turns over to look at the ceiling, making bored popping noises with its lips.

It doesn't blame Janus for any nervousness there may be, Janus hasn't been naked around... well, any of the sides for as long as it can remember. Remus can't place when it happened, but as Thomas grew up and Janus became more engrossed in his role, he started to cover up everything. Literally and metaphorically. Long sleeves and even gloves, at one point when they were a teen he even had a half mask on his face before everyone discovered his snake-like features.

Remus knows Janus must be getting into pyjamas, and the sound of shuffling indicates it doesn't have to speculate for very much longer. Janus cracks open the door slightly, just enough to see his face, his long hair down and swaying by his chin. "Remus?"

"Yeah, Janus? Everything okay in there?"

"Yes. I'm okay. I- I just need you to not act weird, okay? Can you promise?"

Remus sits up cross-legged, face scrunched up in confusion. It chuckles slightly, rolling its eyes. "All I ever do is act weird, but I can tone it down for ya."

"Remus, I'm serious."

It takes pause, blinking and tilting its head to the side softly. Janus's tone of voice is heavily somber and almost nervous, and it's not one that Remus hears often. "Uh, okay. I promise, no weirdness."

Janus takes in a deep breath, and the door opens. His hand falls from the knob and holds his own wrist anxiously, eyes refusing to make contact with a nervous attempt at a coy smile filling his features. "I- I know it's a lot, feel free to stare and ogle as long as you'd like." Janus's biting sarcasm feels completely toothless, and he can't quite make himself look at Remus's face. So, when its suddenly right in front of him, he startles and gasps quietly. But as he's pulling away, Remus is reaching towards him.

"Stare and act weird at you about this? What? Why would I be that mean?" Remus lets its hand hover between them as it waits for a sign that it's okay to touch. It tries not to look outwardly fascinated by the scars that cover its boyfriend's arms almost entirely, all thick and bumpy in varying shades of purple and white. Old, but definitely some nasty keloids.

"Remus you've done meaner things in your sleep, don't play with me." Janus laughs and it comes out strained. Cringing at himself, he barely feels present all of a sudden. Like he's floating. Dizzy, lightheaded. "I know you've seen scars before, though you only seem to have them for a short time when you do get them, but they... stayed on me." Janus rubs his own arm, horrifically textured no matter what he does, breathing out shakily. Remus is observing him silently, and Remus is never silent. It makes him terrified. "Sorry, I know they're gross, this was probably overstepping. It was wrong to assume you'd be okay with it, I can go back to my own-"

Remus's hands close the gap, and rests right there, directly touching his scars. "Nah, you assumed right, I don't mind one bit!" It smiles, sharp teeth gleaming at him. "The shit you've seen me touch and you thought I'd find you gross? Jan, that's so unintelligent that I barely recognize you." Janus is frozen in place, his eyes watching Remus's face as it touches his arm, running its hands over even the ones Janus won't let himself touch. A gentle smile fills its face, and it leans in to plant a kiss on Janus's cheek. "Certainly adds a bit of dramatic flair to one's body, huh?"

Janus feels tears in his eyes, glancing to the side as Remus kisses his scales. He can't seem to make words come out of his mouth, because if they did it would just be bashful apologies and humiliated proclamations of how ugly he is.

"Did someone tell you you were gross?" Remus asks, bizarrely quiet and soft compared to its usual self.

"God no, I'd rather die than show any of the others this. No, I did all the name calling myself, thank you very much."

Remus's arms wrap around him in a hug, gripping him tightly. "Well then tell that asshole to shut up for once, why don't you?" It buries its face into Janus's shoulder. "I will hunt down and eat anyone who ever says those things to you, and that includes you yourself!"

"Remus..." Janus can't help a light, comforted chuckle at the expression of violence. "You won't be eating anyone, down boy," he jokes, laughing even as he's sniffling.

Remus pulls back, gazing at him fondly. "You're really pretty, Janus. Scars included." Its eyes darken playfully. "And when I see a pretty boy I want him in my bed!" Remus suddenly swoops Janus up over its shoulder like a sack, making the smaller side yelp and cling to it upside down. Without time to adjust he's chucked haphazardly into a pile of pillows, wheezing out a laugh and covering his face.

"My god, you're so dumb. Fine then, bed me Mr. Duke," Janus dramatically throws a hand against his forehead and lays back as though on a fainting couch.

Remus cackles and throws itself on the pillows right beside him. "No offense, babe, but I'm exhausted and I'd rather just cuddle and feel up your sick ass battle wounds, if you'd let me. I can even scream dramatically and act like I stepped in horse shit if that'll validate your self flagellation!"

"Oh, how caring and noble an offer," Janus quips, rolling his eyes and cuddling against Remus's chest. They both laugh, and then go quiet, staring across at each other.

"Love you," Remus offers up.

"Love you too," Janus accepts, the room darkening as Remus wills it to and settling them into darkness for sleep.

#ask to tag #cw self harm #tw self harm #dukeceit #janus sanders #remus sanders #tss fanfiction #tss fanfic #tss fanart #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides #eyestrain #eyestrain tw #bright colours

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