And Then They Have This Training For A Few Years After They Get Found Out About Being A Were-mer And

emo man✨

Virgil: sorry I can't come to the party tonight

Roman: ugh! Why?

Virgil:

Marks and Rec: Misc #2175

(Happy Halloween!) (Dialogue is just made up by me, lol.)

What if when Virgil was a kid his eyeshadow was almost fully purple (childhood innocence and all that stuff) and as he got older and developed into full on anxiety his eyeshadow gradually grew into darker shades of purple until it was always black

(Janus sees Virgil's purple eyeshadow and almsot starts crying)

So I tried

I'm not the most proud of it cause clothes are dumb and editing them is even dumber

Hope y'all can still enjoy him

Taglist: @lance-alt, @virgeofwinter, @i-am-overly-complicated, @roses-bubbles

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!!!)

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

(masterpost w/ ao3 links)

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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I’m a sucker for Roman and Remus interactions :v

hope I see no romrem in the comments bitches

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

(ao3 link)

(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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Oh well that’s a neat looking lamp.