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Daily doodle #19

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Title: Better Together

Rating: Teen

Warnings: minor alcohol consumption, frank discussion of sex and relationship, pie misfortune

Summary: there are bound to be a few bumps in the road, but it's nothing they can't handle.

Thomceit ship week For the prompt: Day 5 (October 28th): Improvising / Fall spices / Date night / own idea

@thefivecalls @thomceitshipweek @5am-the-foxing-hour @thomasxsides

TITLE: Sleepy Mornings  PROMPT: Rain / Sleepy mornings / Decorating WORD COUNT: 732 PAIRING: Thomceit [Janus Sanders/Character Thomas Sanders] WARNINGS: None NOTES: This is for day two of @thomceitshipweek !! It’s also cross-posted over to AO3 under ‘ArteaCactus’

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Tired eyes blinked open as the sound of raindrops pattering against the windows flooded the dim bedroom, accompanied by the quiet shuffling of skin on cotton sheets. The first thing that Thomas noticed was the sleepy gaze staring right back at him, messy dark hair splayed across the pillow beneath the head those eyes belonged to.

At this point, Thomas was used to waking up to Janus staring intently at him, so he just grunted in greeting and shut his eyes again, tucking himself into a ball in the warm blankets.

He heard a soft snickering, and a cold hand brushed against Thomas’ own, and he sucked in a sharp breath. He swatted the hand away. “You’re so cold ,” Thomas hissed, scooting an inch further from Janus. “Like an ice block .”

“I’m part snake, Thomas, I can’t produce body heat, sue me,” Janus replied, his voice a deep rumble in his chest, which let Thomas know that Janus hadn’t been awake for very long, either. He wheezed out a soft laugh, and relented, letting Janus’ chilled skin brush his. “Now, are we going to get up, start the day?” Janus gently urged, but a delightful sweetness danced on his tongue, the addictive flavor of a lie flooding his mouth as Thomas replied-

“Yeah, let me lay here for a couple of minutes, and I’ll be ready to get up.”

Janus let the blatant lie sit in silence in the air for a moment before he spoke up.

“.. Thomas.”

Thomas groaned, frustration at dating an actual living lie detector rising in him, “I’m so tired .”

“I’m aware,” Janus sounded amused, “If you get up and start moving, though, you won’t be so tired.”

A grumble of complaint rose from the tired lump on the bed, and Janus almost thought Thomas was actually about to get up and take his advice, but alas, Thomas merely rolled over and nestled his face into the cool side of the soft pillow.

Janus let out a disgruntled sigh, removing his hands from Thomas’ body and sitting up, stretching. His back popped and cracked satisfyingly, tension flooding from his body like water running down the drain.

He was usually the first one up, anyway- Thomas tended to sleep in, though no one was really happy with it- so he was fully intending on getting up and starting the day regardless, when a soft rumble of thunder caught his attention, and he stopped.

Janus took in the scene, let it surround him; the soft blue hue of the room from the partially open curtains that let the dreary light of outside flood in, the clouds a dark indigo blur rolling across the sky. Thomas, on the bed, was washed in the pale light, giving the illusion that he was glowing against the dull, dark bed covers. The sound of gentle rain pattering against the window as well as the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance was a comforting one, lulling Thomas into a peaceful slumber yet again.

And, well. Janus would admit, it did feel a little chilly in the room once he left the cover of the blankets.

With little hesitation, Janus slowly, gradually, slid back under the duvet and snaked his arms around Thomas yet again.

Thomas jumped minutely in his arms out of surprise, peering over his shoulder at Janus, hair falling in his eyes. “What’re you doing?” He questioned, confusion in his tone. Janus buried his nose in Thomas’ neck, listening to the other’s quiet huff of laughter as Janus’ breath tickled his skin.

“We’re resting for a few minutes before we get up and start the day, Thomas. You said it yourself.” Janus murmured in reply, his eyes shining with mirth.

Thomas rolled his eyes, a smile falling on his lips as Janus tucked himself against his back. He let his gaze mindlessly wander, following the droplets of rain as they slid down his window. His hands found Janus’ cold ones wrapped around his midsection, and he laced their fingers together.

Eventually, Thomas’ eyes fell shut yet again, and they let the sounds of the rain guide them back into a light sleep. Perhaps his schedule will be a little thrown off, but as his thumbs brushed rhythmically across the back of Janus’ hands, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against his back, he found that he truly didn’t care.

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Lies Have Never Tasted So Sweet

SHIP: Emceit

CHARACTERS: Emile Picani, Janus Sanders and Remus Sanders

WARNING: Lying, mild sexual implications from Remus, swearing

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @aj-draws @phantomofthesanderssides @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game @because-were-fam-ily @imtryingthisout @a-creepycookie @emo-disaster @littlestr @spooky-scary-virgil @fuyel @mimsidoodles @soupgremlin @aroaceagenderfluid @birdsbookshiddeninrealbirdsskin @quirkalurk @gingers-trashy-stuff @iinyxtello @justaqueercactus @melodiread @mrbubbajones @glassferns @pun-master-logan @gayturtlez

Masterpost

A Series Of Soulmate AUs Masterpost

Emile was someone who always liked to look on the bright side of things.

He liked to stay positive – to be cheerful and happy as much as possible, for both himself and those he surrounded himself with. Happiness spread happiness, and he was a sunshiny influence on everyone around him.

But sometimes it was difficult to stay positive, with Emile’s soulbond being the way it was. Out of all the different kinds of soulbonds in the world – and there were many, many kinds – the ability to tell when your soulmate was lying was the one that led to the least number of meetings. It wasn’t a way to communicate, nor was it a way for them to track each other down, nor was it a way to identify their first meeting. It was useful for soulmates who’d already met, but didn’t really come in handy when trying to find them in the first place.

It was difficult, sometimes, to stay positive that one day Emile would meet the love of his life.

He tried, though. He tried to be positive and hopeful, and he also tried to be truthful – or stick to little white lies that hurt no one, because he needed to make sure his soulmate could still find him, even if dishonesty made him uncomfortable.

Apparently, his soulmate had no such qualms.

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about wanting to draw janus sleeping in various places-

Congratulations to @zodiacsomething for your milestone! ^u^

May you have many more milestones to come. Here is an entry for your DTIYS.

Sunflower Skirts

AO3 / Masterlist

Warnings: Janus wears a skirt, little bit of insecurity

Ships: Thomceit (could be seen as platonic or romantic)

Summary:

It’s sort of ridiculous to worry about it. It’s just a skirt, after all, Roman and Remus at the very least have worn extravagant ballroom dresses before so a simple silly yellow skirt wasn’t going to raise any brows besides the normal “Oh hey, your outfit is different.” So, Janus really shouldn’t be nervous, especially since the side actually wears this skirt a lot when in the safety of his room.

Or, Janus is nervous about showing off this one of his favorite pieces of clothing and Thomas shows him really has no reason to be.

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Two darks make a light.

Please do not repost my art.

We are still so young, Still learning, Always

Obligatory follow up to the newest episode because my Roceit heart is shattered

ao3: “fears” rating: T warnings: slime, sympathetic remus, sympathetic deceit, dukeceit genre: hurt/comfort description: Remus is afraid he’s gone too far.  (for anon prompt: “could i request remus with separation anxiety (bc of roman and virgil) and one day he accidentally goes a lil bit too far when talking to deceit and gets super worried that dee is going to leave him too?”)

Remus isn’t afraid of very many things.

He’s not afraid of bugs or spiders or snakes (how could he be? Virgil’s pet spider is friendlier than Morality and Deceit’s snake likes to rest on top of his head, curled up like a balloon hat). The dark doesn’t phase him. Blood and bodily fluids just make him laugh. Vampires, monsters, ghosts… None of them make him so much as break a sweat.

But abandonment…

Remus shivers, wrapping his arms around himself as he stares into the too-still face of his boyfriend. He didn’t mean to go too far. He knows how Deceit feels about slime and blood, knows that his boyfriend hates to get his uniform dirty. He’s fastidious about it, as dedicated to hygiene as Remus is to the lack of it.

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