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an idea- Janus just being roman for some reason or another when suddenly patton apears. he asks if he can rant about something (Janus says yes) and procedes to indirrectly confess his feelings to Janus. -Vibe

ok hang on let me just---

He feels uncomfortable in his own skin, sometimes, so he slips into another. He never means any harm by it, not in moments like these, and especially not this time. But his scales are itching and irritated, so it is a relief to get rid of them for an hour or two, and he chooses Roman’s form because he knows that Roman and Remus are occupied with a project, and will be for hours yet. He doesn’t intend for anyone to see him, but it can’t hurt to be cautious.

He doesn’t intend for anyone to see him, so of course, someone does, in the one minute in which he rises into the kitchen, intent on fetching a snack and spending the rest of the day napping and watching soap operas until he feels vaguely like himself again.

“Hey, Roman?” someone asks, and someone is Patton, because of course it is. He can feel himself blushing already, so he places another illusion atop the first to mask it.

“Patton!” he says, turning to grin at him as Romanly as he possibly can. “What’s poppin’, padre?”

Patton smiles back, but--- there’s something off. A strange look in his eyes, like anticipation but not quite, almost a jitteriness. It doesn’t seem like anything bad, but it’s certainly a bit odd.

“I’m glad I caught you,” Patton says. “I kinda wanna talk about something? And I mean, no pressure if you don’t feel up to it, but I feel like I need to get it off my chest, and I think you might understand the best?”

He blinks, a tendril of guilt curling in his chest. This conversation isn’t meant for him. But he hardly wants to reveal himself now--- the moment for that, if there ever was one, has passed, and even besides that, he wants to know what’s on Patton’s mind. Selfish of him, he knows, and probably not precisely moral, but then, morality is hardly his area of expertise.

“Sure,” he says. “What’s up?”

Patton sighs, leaning against the wall. Some of the tension drains from his frame, and he crosses his arms, cupping his hands around his elbows.

“So, uh, I think I’m in love?” he says, and something in Janus’ heart shatters.

He knew, after all, that his own feelings would never be requited. That he would be better off keeping them to himself until he could force them away for good. But still, it hurts, deep inside, and he struggles to maintain Roman’s face.

“Oh?” he says, and fights to keep his voice even, to force down the tremor that wants to creep in. “Do tell.” And he winces, because that’s far more like his typical cadence than Roman’s, but somehow, Patton doesn’t seem to notice.

“I just---” he starts, and then cuts off shaking his head, his eyes squeezing shut. “I just feel so good? When I’m around him? He makes me really happy, and I want to spend time with him, like, all the time, and he’s been so kind and funny and he’s so pretty and I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to kiss him, so, uh. Y’know? I think it’s love?”

Bitterness is a potent drug. But he refuses to give in to it, refuses to hurt Patton because of it. He smiles, as warm and inviting as he can muster, encouraging him to go on.

“And literally everything he does, it makes my chest feel warm and fuzzy, like I’m floating and I never ever wanna come down. He laughed at a joke I made the other day and I wanted to just---” He flaps his hands around a few times--- “grab his hands and swing them around and just hold him for a little while.” He beams. “Did you know that he slurs his s’s when he’s excited? He did it when we were talking this morning and he was so embarrassed but I thought it was really cute and that’s when I figured out that I wanted to kiss him really, really bad.”

Wait.

“And have you ever looked at his scales?” Patton continues, completely unaware of the bomb he’s just dropped. “I mean, really looked? They’re all green-brown if you just glance at them but when you look at how they reflect the light, they’re actually a bunch of colors. A lot of yellow, but there’s greens and blues too, and gosh, they’re just so gorgeous.”

What?

Janus feels lightheaded.

“Do you think I should tell him?” Patton asks. Janus wrenches his attention back down to earth with an effort, and sees that Patton is peering at him now with worried eyes. “I guess that’s what I really wanted to ask, since you know the most about this kind of stuff. I think I want to tell him, but I’m scared he won’t feel the same way. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I lost his friendship because of this.”

Janus is still reeling, is still stuck on I think it’s love, trying to reconcile that with the fact that Patton--- is talking about him? And that can’t possibly be right, because why on earth would Patton like him? But he can’t be talking about anyone else, because no one else hisses their s’s, no one else has scales, so it must be him. Patton loves him.

“Uh, Roman?”

He shakes himself. “Right, sorry,” he says, and his mouth is so dry, and he needs to think of something to say, something that will end this conversation, because he feels like he’s about to vibrate right out of his skin. He needs a moment to process this, to absorb it and allow himself to believe it. “I, uh, I think you should go for it. Take that leap!”

Patton stares at him. “You really think he’ll be alright with it?” he asks, soft and insecure.

“Patton,” he says, “I don’t know how he could possibly turn you down.”

He is, quite possibly, giving too much away with that. But Patton thinks he’s Roman right now, so he won’t realize that Janus has just confessed to the fact that he would do absolutely anything for him. Anything at all.

Patton grins, bouncing on his heels, his spirits seemingly buoyed. “Okay!” he says. “I think I’ll do that, then! Thanks, kiddo!”

Janus flashes him a smile, not trusting himself to say anything else, and he watches him go. The second Patton has left the kitchen, he drops his disguise, too overwhelmed to keep it up. He shakes his hands a few times, fiddles with the edge of his capelet, runs his finger down his scales, and when none of that feels like enough, he buries his face into his hands and squeals. He’s very, very glad that there is no one else around to see, because he simply can’t stop himself; there is too much emotion rising up inside of him, bursting out, eager to be free, to be expressed, and he can do nothing but let it out.

And when he’s calmed down just enough to think coherently, he sinks out and into his room. It seems that he has a confession of his own to prepare.

i picture it, soft, and i ache

He cannot love Patton.

But god, does he want to.

It doesn’t take Janus very long to fall in love with Patton, when it comes down to it. It takes him far longer to accept it, and to allow it to grow.

Content Warning: brief, non-graphic depiction of a panic attack

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(podfic by @titheinironside)

It’s unbelievable, how fast he falls.

He prides himself on his rationality, his pragmatism. He’s no Logan, of course, but it has been a very long time since he allowed his emotions to get in his way. Over the years, that has cost him so much– his relationship with Virgil, his ability to trust and be trusted, any moral compass that he may once have possessed, among other things. But he has never regretted it, not once, because his primary directive is to help Thomas, and if he has to play the villain to do so, so be it. Lord knows none of the others see the world for what it is, are willing to do what it takes to ensure Thomas’ success.

But the scene is like this: time passes, Thomas begins to listen to him, and one day, Patton smiles. He doesn’t know at what, doesn’t know why, because he wasn’t paying attention until now, but Patton smiles, wide and bright, and in that moment, Janus would do anything for that smile to be directed at him.

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the point in just drowning another day

“You’re too hard on yourself,” Janus murmurs, voice entirely too knowing, entirely too understanding, and Patton doesn’t know that he can handle the depth of this empathy. “You deserve to have the support that you’ve been trying so hard to provide.”

Patton is struggling far more than he wants to admit, both with his loneliness and the crushing weight of the mistakes he’s made, and it’s sending him spiraling. It doesn’t help that apparently, his amphibian traits are here to stay.

Content Warnings: depression, mild body horror

Word Count: 6,900

Pairing: Moceit

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It is a grey day today.

He hasn’t had one in a while, but he’s sensed it approaching for the past few days, so he supposes it’s his own fault that it hits this bad; he willfully ignored all the warning signs, pushed aside his fatigue and his slowly souring mood, telling himself that he was alright, that he was being silly, that the feelings would pass. And now, the world is grey, the colors leeched from it like a black-and-white film, and a weight sits heavily on his chest, making every breath a struggle.

He needs to get up. He knows this. Knows he should have been up hours ago, that he should be making breakfast, eggs and sausage and pancakes, should be smiling and happy and ready to greet the world. The others are probably waiting for him, wondering where he is, why he’s not there.

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That’s it, I cave lmao-

I’ve been absolutely taken by @coconut-cluster ‘s Uni AU and I really wanted to say that I appreciate it lots. >///< I hope I portrayed them correctly?? (I kind of wasn’t sure what Janus’ hair looked like)

For the second pic I just directly nabbed the image from this ask. o///o

The lower comic is based on the answer for this ask I sent and it was hysterical and I really wanted to draw it pffft- (Ignore my orange side character Marcus, I didn’t know who else to put so he’s just there akjbfak >///<)

Anyways I really enjoy the AU and that’s really all I wanted to say!

Since Vine’s gonna die, here are some great queer vines from Thomas Sanders

Thomas: I have a problem

The sides:

(Reposting because it wasn't showing up on the tags)

Moceit is currently taking over my life :/

PLEASE click for better quality ^^

remus: the eagles won last night.

roman: oh, you watched the game?

remus: [covered in scratches] What game?

Even more of the tiny sides in skirts

Here it is, a DTIYS for @shortnfantastic! I just couldn't resist

Sanderstober 2020 - Oct. 19th: Take one of your favorite characters from any piece of media. What piece of social media would they thrive on? You could depict either what their media might look like if you’re seeing it on your phone or you can depict them filming or writing for that piece of social media! I like to think that Patton has a snapchat where he takes pictures of the squad together and puts it in his memories and his story :D!  I’m quite late to this prompt but I had so much fun drawing this!! @thatsthat24

H e look like he bout to shoot a spitball

gimme your best captions for this one

i have no caption but this shot is hilarious thank you

I’ll start glowing in a second, I swallowed a flashlight!

oops almost forgot to upload this Your Highness, King Roman.

Good Noodle Snekie Janus in an oversized hoodie to geet himself warm, warm leggings, scale stickers and piercings, and of course some heeled ankle boots because he’s a little bit of an extra bitch.

When someone tells you you can't have the hot topic

Patton in a Skirt! 💙 Lots of asks to see the characters in skirts, so I figured I’d go outside the ole comfort zone to oblige. 

“I am a circle.”

“Explain”.

“Pointless.”

“nO-”

@thatsthat24 so Logan’s Berry has some side effects…

Patton: Do you want to know what word I think means ‘the process of becoming an adult’

Logan: Yes

Patton: Adulthood. I’ve known the correct definition for the entirety of the series

Logan, whispering: Oh my god

Patton: I only called it adultery so that I may provide some comic relief. I know what adultery means and I misused the word continuously for the sake of hilarity

Logan: Why are you telling me all of this??

Patton, smirking: Because nobody will ever believe you

Logan: You sick son of a bitch

Other fandoms: why the fuck,,,are the Fanders,,,obsessed with lamps???

2 & 1/2 year difference redraw! Have some somft analogical cheek kisses💛💛💛

Honestly ngl I’m super proud of this aaaaa!! (Be on the look out for my next piece thats a redraw of the Very First TSS Fanart I ever drew and posted!!!)

less represso more expresso

“Are you about to fall asleep on me?” Logan asked.

“No,” Virgil mumbled.

“Liar,” said Logan fondly. He began carding his hand through Virgil’s hair.

Virgil made a pleased humming sound. “Well, ‘s not my fault you’re so warm and nice. Besides, I’m not that tired.”

“Right. You’re almost completely limp, and you haven’t opened your eyes any time in the last minute or two, but you’re not that tired.”

Whenever Virgil is too tired or sleep-deprived, he keeps saying Roman’s name slightly wrong (and sometimes more than slightly wrong), and Roman can never tell if he’s doing it on purpose or not.

Roman walked downstairs to the kitchen to get some coffee. He wasn’t quite sure why he was awake at this time, but he knew he wasn’t going to get back to sleep, so he might as well be functional. When he entered the kitchen, he did a double take and blinked hard. No, he wasn’t imagining it. Virgil was asleep in the sink.

Virgil: pining over. i want to be loved now.

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Prepare for trouble!

And make it double!

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