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A writing prompt you say? I have many, friend. May I order some Dukeceit, with a side of The power goes out and Janus learns that Remus's freckles glow in the dark? (Some octopi have glowy spots in the dark, which is the inspo for this btw) Feel free to deny the request obviously i'm not gonna force you lol! Hope you get all the asks you could want!

Ofc Nonnie! Sorry that this is a little late!

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Date night for Janus and Remus could mean literally anything. Dinner or dancing were common, and robbing a bank together was always an option. (They hadn’t actually robbed a bank together yet, but it was discussed a lot. As Remus liked to say, “There’s just something so romantic about threatening to hurt someone with your boyfriend.”) 

That night, Remus had suggested a horror movie that had recently come out and Janus was more than willing to spend the evening curled up on the couch, cuddling his boyfriend. The glow of the tv lit up Remus’ face as Janus played with Remus’ mustache. He liked to twirl it gently and smile when Remus would giggle from the feeling. 

Another thing about Remus that Janus loved were his freckles. The little dots splattered all over his face, shoulders, and arms, telling stories of adventures in the sun. Janus liked to trace little shapes with the freckles, almost as if he were playing connect the dots. Just absentmindedly touching Remus, admiring him. Remus didn’t mind, especially when they were watching a movie. Remus would stare at the screen, soaking up every gory detail, and Janus would just admire him. 

A scream rang through the house, thankfully coming from the tv. But halfway through the scream, the tv cut out. Janus noticed that the room was now completely dark and he shut his eyes tightly. He would never admit it, but he was afraid of the dark, afraid of what could be in it, and what could hurt him when he couldn’t see. He knew it wasn’t a rational fear, but it was a fear he dealt with regardless. He heard Remus get off the couch, probably to check on the tv. 

“I think the power is out Janny,” Remus said, plopping back down next to Janus on the couch. Janus, with his eyes still closed, wrapped himself around Remus’ torso, holding him close. He felt Remus’ fingers run through his hair, felt Remus’ lips meet his forehead. 

“You can open your eyes baby, it’s fine.” Janus opened his eyes, expecting to be met with complete darkness. But there was a small hint of light, a faint glow. Janus looked over at Remus and noticed that each and every one of his freckles glowed a light neon green, the only source of light in the house.

Janus touched Remus’ cheek with his hand, running a finger over some of the freckles. “How?” 

Remus shrugged. “Some octopi have glow in the dark spots. Since I have a thing for octopi and have taken on some of their more subtle traits, my freckles glow as if I were an octopus.” Janus admired the freckles, his obsession with them growing stronger now that he knew they possessed such a cool and useful skill. 

“Well, I don’t think that they are the most adorable thing ever,” Janus muttered, continuing to trace the glowing freckles with his finger.

Remus clicked his tongue. “You’re going soft on me,” he teased. Janus mumbled a half-hearted shut up, but Remus didn’t hear it. 

“Well, you may think a couple of freckles are cute, but I think you’re absolutely a catch all on your own. And you don’t even have freckles!” Janus’ face was now a bright shade of red, and an uncomfortably warm temperature from all the blood that was rushing to his cheeks but it was too dark for Remus to notice. 

They sat there in the dark, Remus holding Janus, playing with his hair, while Janus was wrapped around Remus, focused on the glowing freckles. Neither one of them knew how much time had passed until the power turned back on, but Janus was very thankful when it did. Logan came down the stairs to make sure that everyone was okay.

“Yeah, thankfully Remus has his glowing freckles,” Janus muttered. Logan’s eyes widened. 

“Glowing freckles?” He asked. Remus quickly explained and it within seconds Logan was up in Remus’ personal space, studying the freckles and asking questions. Janus pushed him away.

“Hey, no studying or testing my boyfriend! Get your own glowing boyfriend to be your science project!” He said, wrapping an arm around Remus’ waist protectively, although Logan did not seem to notice. Logan went back up the stairs defeatedly, disappointed that he didn’t learn all he wanted from the glowing freckles. 

Remus chuckles. “Jealous Jan?” He asked. Janus leaned up and kissed a freckle on the tip of Remus’ nose before planting a gentle kiss against his lips. 

“Just protective of my boyfriend, and the freckles that saved me.” 

Day 27: Intrulogical (TW)

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Day 27 - Your eyes match your soulmate’s hair color. If they dye their hair, your eyes change colors.

TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!!! Attempted rape (by unnamed OC), drugging, implied underage drinking (though none is actually seen), emetophobia/vomiting, Halloween, alcohol, characters being tipsy/drunk, parties. Happy/satisfying ending.

Word count: 4.7k

Logan lived his life based on routine. In a world of constant change, it felt comforting to always know what his next step was. His mornings always started the same; wake up at seven o’clock sharp, sneak to the dorm bathroom in an attempt to not wake his essentially nocturnal roommate, and brush his teeth. Wet the toothbrush, pea sized amount of toothpaste, wet the brush again, and start on the left side of his mouth. Brush for exactly two minutes, wash face, and then attempt to calm down the bedhead. He’d sneak back into the room, change silently, and then make his way to the shared kitchen to make cereal for breakfast. The only variable in his routine was which fruit he’d eat along with his Cheerios. Then he’d triple check that all of his homework was packed properly, and head off to his morning class.

Except today.

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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. 

You, uh, got something on your arm.

Logan: Janus isn’t exactly a team player.

Patton: What do you mean?

Logan: Just earlier he told me that I was the only other side here with any braincells. Then he asked me to “come be gay and evil with him because we could tear the mindscape apart, figuratively.”

Patton: Oh, well what did you say back?

Logan: I accepted, of course. Which reminds me that I should be going.

Intrulogical week day 7- Free day

“Smoking causes an extremely damaging buildup of tar in your lungs and, in some cases, cancer.”

Remus licked the edge of it, rolling it up without even looking at Logan. “Maybe I like choking.”

So that was how it was. Logan shoved his hands into his pockets as they walked. “You are aware we’ll have to act as though we like each other for this, yes?”

“You’re saying you don’t like me?” Remus pouted. If Logan didn’t know better, he would’ve thought he saw a flicker of hurt on his face… But whatever it was, it was gone in an instant. “Why, that completely changes things.”

“I am saying, we must act like a couple.” Logan corrected, unimpressed.

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Or, a ridiculously self indulgent fake dating AU

AO3

Content warnings: homophobia, cannibalism mention, smoking, and the usual for innuendos.

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Thomas really blessed us with skirt content, so I felt like I should participate

I will never recover from this💙

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.

Aaaa I didn't realize it was possible to have an artblock for a specific art style

Soulmate September - Day 13

Day 13 - Everyone is born with a super power, but when soulmates are together their powers are nullified by each other.

Pairing(s): Romantic Intrulogical, Romantic Moceit, Romantic Prinxiety (background), Familial Anxceit

TWs: swearing, one mention of puking [nothing detailed], innuendo, Remus being Remus

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Logic reigned at night in Newmind City.

Okay, that may not be entirely correct; the quicker the time sluggishly dragged itself towards 6 am, the faster the brain cell count dwindled. Stupider and stupider decisions were made edging the lines of the illegal and bordering on the disastrous. 

No, the Logic that owned the night came in the form of the superhero; Logic. 

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