No, No, Were...were Not Gonna Ignore It.

No, no, we’re...we’re not gonna ignore it.

Can we talk about the fact that Logan writes Star-Trek fanfiction is canon or are we going to ignore it

I’mma just gonna drop this here-

(All of this is just my opinion, BTW.)

Some cute Rociet content, a little Romeo and Juliet, fencing. Possibly temporarily bleeding if I feel like making it so. Mwahahahahahaha (also Deciet's name will be Demitri in this)

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Roman, Thomas Sanders' Creativity, was a theatre nerd. It made sense that he was, given that Roman's best shined through Thomas whenever he was on a stage. So it couldn't be more fitting that there was a theatre inside the Mind Palace for Roman to practice in. A grand theatre that Roman had made by himself, for theatre was never really any of the other Sides' elements. Magnificent velvet drapes hung beside the stage and in the booths up high. Hundreds of seats filled the grand room, and golden accents could be seen everywhere. Roman put all of his heart and soul into creating it.

Roman stood on the polished mahogany stage in leggings and a loose apple red t-shirt, leaping along the stage every once in a while, reciting lines from one of the most famous, if not the most famous, of all Shakespearean plays. The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. Of course Roman was reciting Romeo's lines, because they both shared the first three letters of their first names, it makes sense.

"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and- Juliet is the Sun!" A voice merged with the Prince's own as he spoke, causing him to stutter. As he looked around wildly, he noticed a figure clad in bright yellow on the balcony prop he had conjured. The figure balanced his chin on his knuckles, gazing longingly into the distance as if deep in thought. "Oh, Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love." Demitri turned away from the stage as if in regret of a wrongdoing, sighing. Roman gazed thoughtfully at the reptilian side, replying. "I'll take thee at thy word: call me but love and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo!"

The deceitful side glanced down at Roman on the stage, a smirk playing on his lips. He snapped his fingers and in an instant Demitri stood in front of Roman, his own clothes mirroring the Creative one's. "So you can quote Romeo Montague word for word. Interestingly enough, as can I." Roman licked his lips; they had gone dry. "People of the theatre must be prepared for anything. If it's to quote Romeo and Juliet word for word, then so be it." Demitri chuckled. "Yes, it is of good use to know the entire works of Shakespeare. My, my, Roman, you're sweating up a storm in here. I thought it was cold. And you look so tense." Roman blushed and wiped at his face, feeling beads of sweat run over the little lines on his palm. "Yes, I do get into a certain mood while practicing. On stage it's not as bad because, well, I have to be more professional and so does Thomas, of course." "Yes...of course..." Demitri agreed, eyes trailing down Roman's face. "I must ask, would you be opposed to a little fencing practice? I'm afraid I'm a bit rusty and I do need to stay 'sharp' with my skills. Pun unintended." Roman practically beamed, summoning two rapiers out of the air like the Fairy Godmother had done to retrieve her wand. One had a golden hilt, molded into the shape of intertwining snakes with emerald eyes. The other had a hilt of gold that looked to be made of fairy dust, with swirls throughout. The end of the hilt was inlaid with a single carved ruby. "Shall we duel?" The Prince asked. The Snake gave a smirk. "We shall."

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For hours, the two parried and attacked, slashed and advanced. Roman felt his heart flutter as he met his equal. Someone to match his swordman skills. Until finally the Prince dropped his sword in surrender. He fell to his knees, exhausted from the battle. Roman's breathing was heaving as Demitri bowed and laid his sword down. The Deceitful Side rushed over to the Creative Side, catching him as he collapsed into the other's arms. Demitri smiled bittersweetly, brushing the hair from Roman's face. "Well done, my Prince. A battle for the ages." Demitri quickly placed gentle kisses on Roman's forehead, proud of how gallantly and proudly he fought. With the snap of his fingers, a water bottle appeared in the snake's hands. "Have this, my Prince. You need some water." Roman was either blushing madly or his face was pink from embarrassment. Whether from losing the fight, moving so much, or the nickname, he himself didn't know. He still took the water bottle, his mouth was parched and the cold floor was only doing to much to cool his body temperature. Though Demitri's cold skin and scales felt nice against his arms and back.

"Thank you, truly. Never has anyone else had the physique, energy or knowledge to equal me in battle, much less best me. Also, rusty? I'm not even out of practice and we both know you were victorious." The human side of Demitri's face became heated, and he buried his face in his hands. "You flatter me, Roman." The Prince smiled. "No, I'm being honest. You beat me easily, and not many of the others can do that." Demitri smiled, a genuine, happy, smile. He hadn't received many compliments, but this one by far was the best. "I see I was right when I said you were tense. Can I ease the tension? It'll be better on your muscles." Demitri was quick to change the subject. Roman nodded, taking a sip of the cool water. Demitri slowly pushed his hands between Roman's shoulder blades, and immediately Roman's face went slack. "Wow...that-that's amazing. How do you-you do that?" Demitri giggled "Because I know where the pressure points in the human body are, and since you're so tense it feels better the second I start." Roman smiled and hummed slightly, leaning back into the Snake's touch.

"I...hm... Demitri?" "Mhm?" "Would you mind me touching the scales on your hand?" At this, Dee, blushed. "Um...sure, go ahead." Roman turned around, taking hold of the Snake's hand. His hand looked completely normal, except for the fact there was a patch of scales on the back of it. Roman ran his fingers over the smooth, glassy scales, smiling at how nice they felt against his fingertips. Demitri shivered as Roman ran his fingernails along the scales on his neck as well, not minding the physical contact. Demitri was leaning towards Roman, trying not to bury his face in Roman's neck right there. He just wanted to curl up in Roman's lap like a little python. But he feared that Roman wouldn't enjoy cuddling or snuggling up together. "Mm..." Roman glanced up, his trance broken. "What? Do you enjoy that?" "As embarrassing as it may be, yes. I like the warmth." Roman smiled. "Are you cold?" "I...maybe slightly..." Demitri admitted in a whisper. Roman giggled. "Would you be okay with a hug so you can be warm?" The Snake smiled, trying to hide the grin, and nodded. "Please." Roman pulled Dee into a massive hug, and Demetri curled into a ball, pressing against Roman for warmth. The Prince was like a heating pack, honestly. As if on autopilot, Demitri buried his nose in the crook of Roman's neck, trying to get as warm as possible. Roman glanced down at the other side with adoration, he was just so cute! The Creative Side pressed a small kiss to the top of the Snake's head, causing Dee to just go limp right there, just from embarrassment. Roman giggled and began to pepper Demetri's cheeks and nose with tiny, fluttering, kisses. "R-roman, s-stop- that tickles-" Dee let out a small squeak; Roman thought it was absolutely adorable. The fact that Roman had heard the noise just made Demitri blush even more, something that Roman loved looking at. "You're cute when you're flustered, you know that?" Roman said. "N-no I'm not!" That started an entire speech going on about how he was not cute and how he was one of the most dangerous Sides. Which Roman promptly ended with something that couldn't quite be called a kiss, but couldn't be anything else. Any and all color in Dee's face drained, and he became a stuttering mess. "I- Roman- uh- I'm- What?" Roman giggled and pressed another light kiss to the scales on Dee's face, making shivers jolt down his spine. Demitri slowly put his hands to the back of Roman's neck, trying for a proper kiss this time. And a proper kiss he received.

Comfort ship writing-

Characters: Logan, Janus, Patton and Remus

Ships: Loceit and implied Intruality

Writing type: Fluff and Angst, but mostly fluff-

630 words total (Short ik, but it’s 11pm and I’m tired- so-)

Logan sat in his room, sipping coffee while reading a book. Despite him hating coffee he often drank it because it helped him stay up longer. It was only 4:17pm and he was already exhausted, he really needed comfort at the moment but he was to scared to say that he did. So, he waited to see if Janus would around like his did every other day. 4:39, nothing. 6, still nothing. 7:30 had arrived, he was starting to lose hope that Janus would come around. Just as he began to return to his book and side note writings, there was a knock at his door. Logan perked up a bit and rushed to the door only to meet Remus and Patton on the other side, worried expressions plastered on their faces.

Of course, Logan was confused so he stepped out of the room to question them about it. “Is there a reason that you too look so worried at the moment?”

Remus looked over at Patton, as if signaling to Patton for him to tell Logan. Patton sighed, nodding contently and looking to Logan. “Janus..-”

Logan immediately cut Patton off, “What about Janus?”

Patton chewed on his bottom lip, leaving Remus to tell the rest of it. Remus was looking down at his feet now, muttering out his words. “He won’t wake up.. We’ve tried all that we can. But since I’m part of creativity I thought maybe a kiss from you would wake him?” Remus looked at Logan with hopeful eyes.

Logan sighed and nodded, up to give it a try. Remus Took Pattons hand into his and looked at the slightly shorter male. Remus and Patton led Logan to Janus’s room. There Janus was, lying in bed. Motionless. Logan waled over to Janus’s bed, kneeling in front of the snaked side.

Logan leaned into Janus, kissing him softly. Logans face soon reddened and Janus groaned a bit, not really knowing that he was kissed. Soon Janus’s eyes panned open. Logans eyes widened a bit as his face reddened even more as he quickly looked away.

Janus sleepily looked at Logan and sat up a bit. “Lolo?”

Logan turned his head back to Janus, straightening his posture and trying to calm his blush down. “Yes, Janus?”

Janus smiled and pulled Logan into a hug, a light shade of hot pink covering half of the branch of his nose and spreading to his cheek on his human half. Logan hugged back, clearly surprised by Janus. 

Janus let go of Logan and flicked his head to look at Patton and Remus, “Oh it’s so not awkward for you two to just stand there watching us.” Janus scolded, scoffing. 

Logan chuckled a bit as the other two turned to leave, closing the door behind them and still hand in hand. Janus looked back to Logan and pulled the other male on top of himself. “Now as for you.”

Logan tilted his head like a puppy in a confused manner. Janus soon wrapped his arms around Logans waist, kissing him.

Logans eyes widened, though surprised, he did kiss back as his eyes panned shut. Janus smiled and pulled away from the kiss, his blush on his human half much more visible now as well as Logans. Logan smiled too, still exhausted, he laid his head against Janus’s chest.

Janus stroked Logans hair and shut his eyes before mumbling his truth. “Love you starlight.”

Logan yawned and shut his eyes too, ready to take a nap as Janus pulled his blanket over the both of them. “Love you too Jan Jan.”

Janus took Logans glasses off of him and set them on the nightstand beside the bed. He cuddled Logan until the both of them fell asleep, smiles still plated on their faces.

Here's mine.

https://max-is-tired.tumblr.com/post/183095518641/dancing-in-the-dark-you-between-my-arms

I'm literally just vibing, man

Dancing In The Dark (You Between My Arms)

Prompt: “Dancing at midnight” by @creativity-killed-thekitten with special thanks to @virgilmydarkstrangeson for unknowingly giving me the p

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Can I have “Can you feel the blood draining from your body?” with intrulogical????

(it's gonna be short sorry)

They stand in front of him, a cruel, twisted smile on their face.

"Tell me, because I've always wondered," they begin, lightly caressing Remus' face with the knife, "Can you feel the blood draining from your body?"

Remus chokes out a sob, "W-why? Why are you doing this?"

Their eyes turn dark, "I wanna see him suffer."

"Who?" Remus asks, and regrets it instantly

They stabbed him again, this time in his shoulder

"Your boyfriend." he growled, dropping the knife and walking away

Logan would find him minutes later, just on the brink of death

"Remus!" he called, a sob leaving his throat as he scooped up his boyfriend

Remus coughed, "It's okay Logan."

"No no no you can't- I can't- Remus you can't die please no." he said, crying

"I love you." Remus said, letting his eyes close

"No. Remus. Remus!" he cried out

The sides would find him hours later, sobbing and holding Remus' body close