Oh Well That’s A Neat Looking Lamp.

the cutie is ready for halloween!! 

can i- can i have analogical kiss on the cheek please? thank youu

Come again?

H e look like he bout to shoot a spitball

gimme your best captions for this one

Have some Janus art cause I was bored

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Blood/sharp objects tw

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I honestly have no explanation for what inspired me the draw this. Best I can say is ledger’s ‘not dead yet’ had played recently on my playlist but otherwise idk

[click for better quality] Wanted to draw Jan with six hands so I did  Also just fyi I have instagram now! You can follow me on there if you want to see my art only with no reblogs in between :D It’s: ace_ace_in_yo_face_ @thatsthat24

That is a good fic!

Hey can y'all help me find this fuckin fic I love it's on Tumblr but I can't find it

Okay so fsr Roman Logan and Patton have been turned into cats and end up in the dark side where Virgil (who's a little kid and also a spider) finds them and adores them. Logan and Patton love him back but Roman's being a bitch. Janus comes in and finds the cats and asks where Virgil (who he calls Anxiety) found them. Remus comes in and jokes about killing the cats which sends Virgil into an attack. He gets calmed down and he's okay Janus takes the cats back to the light and they run into their rooms and change into their human form time passes Patton gives Virgil a cat toy and Janus gay panics

Help

“Rockin’ rockin out to the rock and roll!” 

For the platonic dukexiety week 2020 @dukexietyweek

Day 5: Music

This is from my music competition AU! Virgil and Remus start a band, with Virgil playing the guitar and Remus playing the bass.

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.

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.

So cold that your stare's 'bout to kill me (Nicomas)

"I'm surprised when you kiss me"

Synopsis: Nico and Thomas's first date couldn't have gone better in Thomas's opinion.

Warning: Swearing, Spoilers for Flirting with Social Anxiety, gay-mess Thomas.

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“Which reminds me; Sanders, you’ve been holding out on me!” Nico pointed his fry at Thomas, smirking accusingly.

The two were on their first date, and everything had been going real smooth, and Janus would call him out if Thomas denied how hard he was falling.

“Oh?” Thomas smiled and arched his brows. “Really?”

(“Shit , holy shit, what did we do? Oh God, what did we do?”)

(“Relax emo, he's teasing. We're fine!” Roman reassured.)

“When you said you made YouTube videos for a living, I didn’t think you had about 3 million subscribers!” Nico exclaimed, and Thomas could’ve sworn he saw his date's pupils dilate immensely.

(“Try not to flex, Thomas.” Janus smirked, clearly teasing Roman.)

(“Oh you know he won’t!” Patton nudged the snake side. Janus let out a hearty chuckle.)

“Well, I…” Thomas stammered, finding himself in a tizzy trying to figure out how to respond to that.

(“Virgil!” Roman scolded.)

(“Here, allow me.” Logan suggested, scooting closer to Roman.”)

“It didn’t really matter how big my subscription count was, I love each and everyone of my viewers and every single letter on the comments.” Thomas scratched the back of his head looking down on his burger.

(“Aww, Logan!” Patton and Roman cooed as Virgil and Janus smirked warmly. Logan denied the claims on his red meta-physical face.)

Nico smiled at Thomas, causing a flood of euphoria to come crashing down on him.

“Well, that's really sweet.” Nico said, placing his hand on Thomas’s.

He could hear the distinct screams of Patton and Roman in his head.

“Yeah, they mean a ton to me.” Thomas answered with a very sweet sigh.

There was silence between them for a while, but Thomas knew Nico had something to say, so they waited.

(“Shit, did we do something wrong? Fuck, is he mad?”)

(“Virgil, it's quite unlikely that he's mad at Thomas for not mentioning his subscriber count.”)

(“But what if he is?”)

(“Let's ask him shall we?” Janus said, scooting beside Roman.)

“What is it?” Thomas asked, biting his lower lip.

Nico looked him in the eyes, almost embarrassed. He mirrored Thomas' lip bite and intertwined his hand with Thomas’s own.

“Is this okay?” Nico asked.

Thomas gave up on trying to hide his smile hours ago. “Absolutely.” He echoed Janus’s words

(“This is… actually going great.” Janus remarked. Sarcasm and cynicism were absent from his statement.)

Nico exhaled. “Can I ask you something?”

(“Can I panic now?” Virgil asked, fingernails in between his lips.)

“Anything.” Roman made Thomas say.

Nico pursed his lips. “About Sanders Sides.”

Thomas could hear the simultaneous screams in his head, short-circuited by his date’s question.

“Oh jeez! Sorry, you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.” Nico stammered, redder than Roman's sashn fearing that he might have crossed a line.

“No, it’s fine!” Thomas said under Virgil’s influence.

(All the sides looked at their anxiety in awe.)

“The sides, well, they’re, sorta like, I guess,” Thomas stammered as Virgil looked to Roman and Janus for help.

“Sanders Sides is kind of my way of discussing my emotional issues and mental turmoil in a light, sort-of gentle way.”

(“Thanks, Logan.” Virgil relaxed a bit.)

“Are they…” Nico prompted, motioning to Thomas's head.

“Yeah, they are.” Thomas replied sheepishly.

“Cool…” Nico said breathlessly. “I love them.” Nico leaned in to pressed a kiss on Thomas’s lips.

Thomas let out a dignified squeak which Nico laughed at. He buried his face in his hands, hiding his embarrassment from his endeared datemate.

(“FIRST DATE AND WE ALREADY GOT A KISS!” Roman yelled. Virgil froze right where he sat. Patton got up and began running around the room.)

(“He said, the L-word…” Virgil muttered, causing everyone to stop. )

The screams in his head made Thomas flinch.

…

“Can I please sleep now?” Thomas groaned.

“Hun, his smile was so perfect, how did you get so lucky?” Remy sat at the foot of his bed legs crossed and day(night) dreaming.

Thomas buried his face in his pillow with a groan.

“And his voice! It was so dreamy! Boy, you can not let go of him!”

“Let me sleep! It's 2 am!”

Remy was right. Thomas just can’t let a boy like Nico go.

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