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Remus. Yeah. I knew it was gonna be him, Virgil or Janus. Kinda expected Remus tbh

“Which Sanders Side are you based on specific facts about your childhood”

Please check it out, I tried to make it the most fun it can be!! Don’t forget to tag me/reblog with your results💕💖💞

All the Sanders Sides witch themed icons I made put together! (You can tell I made Patton’s first pffft >///<) I’ve said this so many times but I’m absolutely ecstatic that I finished them!! They look really nice side by side I’m ngl, but that’s because I’m genuinely just really proud of them dajbdjakfe ;///;

These were such a blast to draw that I kinda speed ran them pffft. >///< So my arm needs a definite break. These designs were really fun to make! Even if I’m not the best at clothing design. o///o Anyways I’ll see you guys around! I kind of have a plan to make a few more of these to round out Halloween, but we’ll see if I’ve got enough fuel in my tank for that once I rest. u///u

Thank you to @thatsthat24 and co. for making this series! I haven’t exactly been here for long, but I certainly have enjoyed my time here immensely. o///o

Soulmate September 3 - Animal that only you and your soulmate can see, dukexiety

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(Tw for breaking the law)

It was common courtesy to ignore your familiar when in public.  Petting and cooing at an invisible creature was considered rude to those around you- and Virgil was an expert at following social guidelines.  

Certainly, the little bat was horribly annoying, fluttering around his head and hanging from the collar of his shirt, but he ignored it better than anyone else he knew.  He'd even been asked a few times if he even had one, by people who asked questions that were just too invasive.

Still, it was rude to dote on your familiar in public, so when Virgil met his soulmate, he was less focused on the fact that he could see the transparent blue platypus on the man's shoulder and more focused on the fact that his soulmate was babying the thing, cooing and scratching it under its chin, petting it like it was a real animal.

Impulse alone had Virgil marching up to the park bench the man sat at and slapping his hand away from it.

"You aren't supposed to do that," he growled, and the other glanced at him with a surprised look on his face, eyes wide and a sickly green.  Then he grinned, and it was too sharp- a little too terrifying.

"There's a lot of things I'm not supposed to do that I still do, darling!  You want to hear another one?!" And without another word, he stood, smashed Virgil's cheeks between his hands, and kissed him.  Virgil jerked back, stumbling and tripping backwards over his feet when his soulmate released him, and he fell to the ground harshly as the man cackled.

"You're crazy," Virgil hissed, mind spinning with suddenly anxious thoughts.  "We aren't supposed to kiss until we get registered, you just broke the law, what is wrong with you?!"

"Bleh, conservative laws never really suit me!  Wanna do it again?  Felt nice, didn't it?" He grinned.  Virgil hated the fact that he was right, he was already craving more.

"I don't even know your name yet," he said instead of answering the question, and the man gave a dramatic bow.

"Remus, at your service, beautiful!" He exclaimed, then squatted in front of the fallen one.  "Wow!  So you got a bat?  He's so cute!  I've always loved bats!  Imagine flying with your fingers!" His voice was practically a squeak as he reached out to Virgil's familiar, and the bat flew from Virgil's collar to immediately rest in Remus' hand, squeaking as he pet and scratched its little head.

"I can't believe that you're what I got stuck with," Virgil said in a whispered tone, and Remus flinched, though his smile didn't falter.

"Yeah, I expected that kind of reaction," he said.  "My brother always used to tell me that not even my soulmate could love me, so I'm not surprised.  That's why I wanted to kiss you right away!  If we get registered, you can never be with anyone else, but I wanted to be a little selfish before I let you go!" He blew on the bat so it took the hint to flutter back to Virgil.  "At least this way you'll be able to be with a soulless.  I was just- fate's mistake," he giggled emptily.  Virgil's bat chirped sadly.

"... that's not-" Virgil started, but faltered.  "Fate isn't ever wrong," he said in a final tone, and Remus glanced to him, lips pouted outward.

A beat, and then-

"You're kinda stupid," Remus said, and he was cackling again as Virgil's face turned red.

"It's not!" He insisted as his soulmate laughed at him. "Really!"

"Okay," Remus said, cackles lowering to giggles.  "Prove it.  Prove that fate isn't wrong."

"How do I do that?"

Remus pretended to think before speaking.  "We could always kiss again.  Or do another lovely little crime, maybe~ wanna burn down a building?  Shoplift?"

For a moment, Virgil was silent, and then- "... Graffiti?" He suggested softly, and his soulmate immediately brightened.

"So I didn't get completely stuck with a Do-Gooder!"

"One painting, and then we get registered, like we're supposed to."

"Sure, if you still believe fate is 'never wrong' after spending that much time with me!"

Slowly, Virgil pushed himself up, avoiding the other's gaze.  "... I know a spot that's out of the public eye.  We won't get caught.  I just… I haven't, in a while."

"Abandoned your life of crime to follow the path of good?  How boring!  Well, I'm glad we were assigned to each other- I get to drag you right back!"

Virgil snorted.  "As if.  This is one crime, and then we're doing things my way- registration, and seeing where we go from there."

Remus smiled in a way that had Virgil doubting he understood, but he decided he could handle it.  If he didn't learn to love this guy, it meant fate was wrong- that everything Virgil had been taught was wrong.

It wasn't like there was nothing to admire.  Remus had a pretty face.  But… well, as far as Virgil could see so far… that was it.  That was the only thing in it for him, and he wasn't near that shallow, to be satisfied with looks.  And yet…

"I'm Virgil, by the way," he huffed, turning on his heel to lead the way, and Remus jumped to follow.

"Nice to meetya!" Remus cheerfully squeaked.  "You got money?"

"Enough to get paint, yeah," he huffed.  Then, after a pause, "... we are not shoplifting the paint."

"Aw," the other said with a pout that was bordering on cute.

Once they'd bought the spray paint, Virgil led Remus through a few alleyways and into an abandoned building.  Experienced hands pulled a green paint and a purple paint from his bag, shaking them almost carelessly as they passed dozens of graffiti covered walls.

"This place has been abandoned for years," he explained.  "They're gonna tear it down later this summer, so there's really no harm in-"

"Are all of these yours?" Gasped Remus in an awed voice, and Virgil spun his head to see the other tracing his fingers wide-eyed over the paintings.  The building was dark, but light shone through a window, reflecting off the silver dye in Remus' hair and his green eyes.  The low light turned his eyes from a sickly green to an emerald.  He was practically shining.  Virgil barely held in a gasp.

"Uh," he exclaimed intelligently.  "Yeah, they're mine."

"They're fantastic," Remus exclaimed, and Virgil found his cheeks going pink.  Which was a good sign, but he still despised the added embarrassment.  

"...yeah, they're whatever," Virgil said, looking away.  "Let's just get this over with so we can get registered."

"You really have a one track mind, huh?" Remus giggled.  "This is bonding time, my darling!  Have a little fun!" He shoved past Virgil, yanking the green paint from his hand and spraying it across the wall.  Up and down as he walked, and then a little ways away, he stopped.  "Perfect!" The man exclaimed, having written "Fuck" across the wall in fancy cursive letters.  Virgil just felt he should be impressed that Remus had done it backwards.

"That's a waste of space," he declared, and Remus rolled his eyes.

"You said they were tearing it down anyway.  No need to be a perfectionist for art that's gonna get destroyed!"

"...yeah, I guess you're right," Virgil huffed, but still pulled his own paint back further to spray at Remus' work, littering the word with speckles of purple.

"Nice," Remus declared.  "You just committed a crime."

"You have made me commit multiple crimes today."

"I didn't force you to do this.  You wanted to, didn't you?  Just as easily, we could have kissed again, and that'd be that.  And yet…" Remus trailed off with a grin.  "Here we are.  The crime you wanted to do."

Virgil didn't dignify that with a response for a second.  "... it's just been a while, okay?" He said as he found a clear stretch of wall.  He pulled out a pink spray and began to shake it.  "I used to do this all the time in high-school.  It was a stress thing."

"So?" Remus prompted, and Virgil hummed a confused note when he didn't continued.  "Did you stop being stressed?"

"No," Virgil replied with a short laugh, spraying his paint across the wall.  "I think I just- stopped having the extra time."

"But you enjoy it," Remus stated, and Virgil paused, deliberating on his answer.  

"... yeah, I enjoy it.  That doesn't make it good to do."

"If you're gonna be registered to me, you're gonna have to get used to doing bad things.  It's my whole brand," he said cheerfully, petting the head of the platypus still lazily hanging off of his shoulder.  

If he hadn't felt so relaxed by all this, Virgil might have argued- but there was something about returning to graffiti that soothed all the anxieties he had.  

He hadn't been this relaxed since he was a kid.

"I think I can handle that," he finally said.  "Every once in a while.  Not all the time, but… special occasions.  Your birthday."

"And Christmas!" Remus exclaimed, and Virgil rolled his eyes.

"Every other holiday."

"Deal!  We'll work our way up from there, won't we?" He said, and he was talking to the platypus now.  Virgil blinked at it carefully before setting his paints down.

"Can I-?" He faltered, but he didn't need to ask.  Remus smiled, and without another word, he lifted the platypus from his shoulder to hold out to the other.

"We're not technically in public… He likes getting scratched on the head," Remus explained.  "Especially the back.  Just be careful because some platypuses- platypi? Have spurs on the back of their heels, and while I don't know if that translates to life from the soul realm I do think it is worth looking out for," he said, nodding sagely.

Virgil nodded, careful as he placed a hand on the creature's forehead.  It was oddly soft- softer than his bat, he thought, which was currently resting on Remus' head.  It made a strange little noise as he pet it before he finally, very carefully lifted the lazy thing into his arms.  

"Oh," he breathed softly.  "He's actually kinda cute.  Really weird looking, but cute.  Suits you."

"Aw, you think I'm cute," Remus giggled, but stopped as Virgil nodded.

"I do.  You are."

He really didn't have much to say to that.  Except…

"Would you mind breaking that law again?" He asked, and Virgil blinked away from the platypus to Remus.  "That- I mean-"

"Kiss?" Virgil asked, and Remus nodded eagerly.  

Virgil glanced again to the platypus in his arms, to the barely-there graffiti on the walls, and focused on the relaxed feeling in his chest- focused on how now, in this moment, he had never felt less afraid of the law.

"Have I convinced you that fate is always right, yet?" He teased instead of answering.

"I think I'll know for sure if I get to kiss you again," Remus responded, so Virgil leaned forward, tilting his chin up just a little and pecking the kiss to his lips- holding it there for a few seconds, and when he pulled back, Remus looked gorgeously dazed.

"... alright, you win," Remus said on a breath.

Surrounded by graffiti and having broken the law three times in one day with the full intention to do it again, Virgil wondered if that was the truth for just a second before he decided that they were very much both winners in this situation.

Bruised Ego

Thomas’ ego takes a few too many blows.  Janus helps.

A long-overdue writer/artist collab between myself and the incredible @caffeinated-cryptid!  Find their original post here, and this fic’s companion piece here.

Word count: 1.6k

tws for injury, blood, severe bruising, and physical pain

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Roman typically liked color.

The purple and blues of his best friends, the green of his brother, the yellow of his… of Janus, his own glowing, vibrant red – Roman liked color.

At least, when it wasn’t splashed across his skin.

“I told you not to read the comments section,” Janus clucks, lifting Roman’s chin with one gloved hand and frowning at the marks on his neck, “and what do you do?”

“Checked for accolades from my dearest fans?”  Roman flashes a grin, wincing when it pulls at the cut on his lip, breaking open once more.

“Let’s go with your story,” the snake says, dryly, snapping open a first aid kit.  “Oh, and please stay standing.  It’s so much more convenient to check up on you when you look like you’ll pass out at any second.”

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soulmate september / day twelve: man of his dreams

Day Twelve: You meet your soulmate in your dreams every night.

Summary: Remy and Remus meet every night; over time, Remy becomes an insomniac.

Ship: Dukesleep (Remus x Remy)

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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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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

I bring you “Virgil playing the violin” that no one asked for. :3

(stock photo referenced used because I can’t draw pretty instruments by memory). **Do not steal/repost without permission. Reblogs are appreciated!**

Enjoy~

-K10

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So, which simp is gonna start simping even more after this?

[kissy sounds]

Intrulogical week 2020 Day 1- Hesitancy

waaa i havent drawn sanders sides fanart in so long i figured a good way to jump back into it is my favorite ship 💚💙 (next to roceit ehe)

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