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Analogince Headcannons💜💙❤️

Am I participating in my own event/ship week? Yes, I am 😁. Am I also posting this a little bit early? Yes, because I’m too excited to wait until it’s officially the 29th in my timezone. I wanted to eventually make headcannons for this ship, so I thought I’d make some based on some of the prompts for Analogince Week 2024. I didn’t write for every single prompt because I didn’t have ideas for some of them. These headcannons all take place in a human au.

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The prompts I chose to write for were the following:

Day 1 (April 29th): Library / Theater

Day 2 (April 30th): Nightmare

Day 3 (May 1st): Disney / Adventure

Day 4 (May 2nd): “Are you okay?”

Day 5 (May 3rd): “Here is where we shall stay.”

Extra ideas: Tea, and Companionable Silence.

Content warnings: mention of lunch (nothing specific, just getting lunch together), mention of nightmares (also nothing specific), mention of tea, let me know if I missed anything else.

Click below the cut to read the headcannons

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- Virgil wanted to contribute to the local theater’s upcoming musical. Acting wasn’t one of his best skills, so he decided to contribute using the skill he’s mostly confident in, which is his illustration abilities. The theater was looking for people to help sketch out designs for and paint parts of the set, so Virgil decided to help. While working at the theater, he met Roman, who was acting in the play. Virgil was busy painting when Roman approached him and started a conversation about the play. The two men quickly fell into a nice conversation about whatever came to mind, and from that day on, they continued to talk to each other whenever they had free time at the theater.

- Besides helping out at the theater, Virgil also worked at the local, public library. He mostly was in charge of organizing the books. He wasn’t put at the front desk often. One day, when Virgil was organizing some of the book shelves, a man approached him. This man was Logan, and he was asking Virgil if the library had a specific book about the solar system. Virgil led Logan to the book he was looking for and the two ended up having a nice conversation about outer space. Logan also mentioned that he needed the book to reference for a lesson he had planned for his students; he’s a teacher. After that conversation, Virgil didn’t think he’d see Logan again. But Logan ended up returning to the library a lot to look for more space themed books and to talk to Virgil about the books. The emo man enjoyed the conversations; it made his job more interesting.

- One day, Virgil decides to introduce Roman and Logan to each other. The emo man hopes the two will get along, since he thinks they’d be good friends too. The three men decide to get lunch together and Logan and Roman are able to bond over their interest in poetry and Greek mythology. Seeing his two friends getting along makes Virgil smile, but he tries to hide his smile behind his hand. At this moment, he also realizes that he might just love these two, wonderful men. Virgil doesn’t plan on saying anything about his feelings yet though.

- Virgil didn’t end up being the first one to confess his feelings. That title went to Roman. It was several months after Roman and Logan were introduced to each other that Roman realized he had feelings for the emo and the nerd. So like the romantic he is, Roman decided to create a fun way to confess. He was a bit nervous that they wouldn’t feel the same way, but he couldn’t hide his feelings forever. So Roman set up an adventure for his crushes to go on; it was a scavenger hunt. He set up clues for them all over town in spots the three of them liked to hang out, and then made the final destination the diner where they all hung out for the first time. Once Virgil and Logan arrived at the diner, Roman confessed his feelings and the emo and nerd said they liked him back. So they became boyfriends that day.

- After dating for a year, the three men decided to move in with each other. They did a lot of searching online until eventually Roman said “Here is where we shall stay” as he pointed at the photo of a nice house on the laptop screen. Logan and Virgil agreed with Roman’s statement. This house would be perfect for them. Roman had wanted a house with a front porch he could put a nice, rocking chair on. Logan wanted a house with three bedrooms so if any of them needed some personal space at night, they could have their own beds instead of sharing one all the time. Virgil wanted a house with a nice backyard where he could just sit and draw. The house they found online met all these needs, so the three boyfriends were definitely buying it.

- Before moving in together, the three men never really saw each other when they were feeling super upset or stressed. So now that they lived together, the boyfriends saw every aspect of each other’s lives, and got into a routine of making sure everyone was feeling okay. If anyone seemed like something was bothering them, they’d be asked “Are you okay?” If Virgil woke up from a nightmare and couldn’t fall back asleep for the rest of the night, Logan would make some tea to help calm Virgil down and Roman would gently hug the emo man and whisper comforting words to him.

- If Roman was feeling worried about an upcoming play, Virgil will remind him of how great he is at acting and offer to practice reading whatever script Roman had to memorize at the moment. Logan would also offer to read through lines with Roman, and provide advice whenever Roman requested feedback.

- If Logan stayed up too late grading papers for his students, Roman and Virgil would remind him it’s time for bed. Virgil would offer to help Logan finish up grading after they all got some sleep. After they get Logan to lay down in bed, Roman will quietly sing to help Logan relax more and fall asleep.

- The three boyfriends like to sit in companionable silence with each other when they all just want a quiet and relaxing day. Logan will sit on the couch with a book. Roman will plop down on the couch, rest his head on Logan’s shoulder, and just watch random videos on his phone with headphones on. Virgil will sit on the floor in front of the couch and sketch whatever comes to mind. Most of the time the emo finds himself drawing his boyfriends sitting on the couch, like they are in that moment.

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End Notes: Thanks for reading! As always, if you like any of these headcannons and want to make a fanfic or fanart based on them you can. You just need to ask me first, and then tag and credit me in the post so I can see it.

-Monkey💜

AO3 Link to these headcannons: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55441837

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Analogince Week 2024 starts tomorrow (April 29th). I’ll do my best to reblog all your creations for the week here, and I hope you enjoy participating :)

-Monkey💜💙❤️(4/28/24)

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2 days until Analogince Week 2024 begins :)

-Monkey💜💙❤️(4/27/24)

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Here’s a drawing I made of mermaid fem-Janus, who I call Janna. Her tail design is different than what I originally drew when making the merman Janus drawing, so I might eventually redraw merman Janus to have a similar tail. But for now, you get Janna. @thatsthat24

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4 days until Analogince Week 2024. If you plan on participating but haven’t checked out the prompt list and event rules yet, you can see them in the pinned post of this blog.

-Monkey💜💙❤️ (4/25/24)

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Teenage Heartthrob Art Trade!!

This was part of an art trade with @monkeythefander !!! I had a lot of fun with it, and I hope y’all like it!!

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Here is a drawing I made for an art trade with @yourdragonwitchroyalty over on Instagram. They requested that I make a drawing based on a scene from chapter 7 of their Sanders Sides fanfic, “Teenage Heartthrob: The World Is Out To Get Me: Freshman Year.” Below I’m attaching photos of the scene this drawing is based on and the reference I used to draw Virgil’s wrist brace. The scene photo was sent to me by yourdragonwitchroyalty. I also used yourdragonwitchroyalty’s past drawings of this au for reference.

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There are now 7 days until Analogince Week 2024 starts. I look forward to seeing what anybody makes for the week :)

-Monkey💜💙❤️(4/22/24)

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I’m finally redrawing Virgil as a merman. So here he is. The eyeshadow under his eyes is actually purple scales. @thatsthat24

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Bat Appreciation Day SaSi Headcannons

I just found out that today (April 17th) is International Bat Appreciation Day, so I thought I’d make some Sanders Sides headcannons about the event.

Content warnings: mention of bats, mention of being afraid of the dark, and mention of caves (since the bats live in the cave). Let me know if I missed anything else.

Click below the cut to read the headcannons

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- Virgil likes bats, so when he found out there was a Bat Appreciation Day he made it his mission to celebrate it every year.

- Logan likes sharing his knowledge with others, so when Virgil mentioned he likes celebrating bat appreciation day the logical side decided to give the anxious side a book full of bat facts. Virgil loved the book and asked Logan to share even more bat facts with him, so the two spend the day discussing bats.

- Roman and Remus set up an area in the imagination for Virgil to sit and watch bats fly around at night. Remus joins Virgil in watching the bats, but Roman doesn’t due to his fear of the dark. The bat watching area is by a cave, so Roman wouldn’t feel comfortable possibly entering the dark cave. But the princely side was happy to create the area for Virgil, and is glad that he can enjoy it with Remus.

- Patton got Virgil a hoodie that has sleeves with extra fabric attached to it to make it look like bat wings. The hood also has bat ears on it. Virgil loves it.

- Janus also joins Virgil in watching the bats emerge from the cave and other hiding places. The deceitful side likes to make sure Virgil doesn’t stay up too late watching the bats, because self-care is important.

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End notes: Thanks for reading! As always, if you like any of these headcannons and want to make a fanfic or fanart based on them you can. You just need to ask me first, and then tag and credit me in the post so I can see it.

-Monkey💜

AO3 Link to these headcannons: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55276072

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A Suit and a Gown, Both Armor

You’ve written a nonbinary Virgil before so I wanted to ask, could you possibly write something with a nonbinary Roman in it? – monkeythefander

Read on Ao3

Warnings: gender dysphoria

Pairings: none

Word Count: 3111

“What weighs on your soul, old friend,” comes the voice from the edge of the balustrade, “you look as though you would hoist this castle upon your shoulders and it would cause you no more strife?”

Roman lets out a long, slow breath, turning to face the steward as he approaches. The collar of the prince costume starts to itch. “Is it that obvious?”

The steward allows a small chuckle. “My friend, I do hope you don’t mean to insult me.”

“Never.”

‘Then yes, my friend, it is terribly obvious.” He mirrors Roman’s position, looking out over the vast courtyard. “Would you care to share the load?”

Roman sighs again, fingers itching to undo the collar. They close their hand into a fist and tuck it beneath their elbow. “I’m to have a fitting with the tailor in an hour or so.”

“For the ball?”

“Yes.” They let their fingers twitch again. “I’m sure whatever suit she’s concocted will be the envy of the kingdom.”

“You sound as though you resent her for that.”

They sigh again. “Not insofar as I despise being able to showcase her talent; she is a master and should be revered as such, but…”

The steward moves a little closer. “But?”

“But I’m not sure I want it to be me that showcases it.”

“I never thought I’d see the day you didn’t want the spot light. Has something happened that makes you dread it?”

Roman stays quiet for a few long seconds. Across the courtyard below, two children chase a ball along the tiled pathways. Their shrieks of excitement echo up the walls long after they disappear back into the gardens. The steward wait patiently.

“Forgive me if my question is insensitive,” they begin, “but have you ever felt as though…as though you have been placed inside a doll of yourself?”

The steward blinks. “I cannot say I have felt that specifically. I have certainly felt constrained before, or that I was being forced into being something I did not want to be, but never…no, my friend, never a doll. Could you speak more on the topic?”

“I’m conflicted. I would not give up the crown or the chance to serve my people, nor do I detest the spotlight altogether, and yet something about this ball…” They open and close their fist, looking at the calluses on their hand. “I fear I am caught in a dance with strings around my limbs.”

“Show me to this cruel puppeteer, then, and have him answer to those that would see you untethered.”

“I don’t think it’s so simple, though I am flattered by your readiness to draw steel for me.”

The steward rests a hand on their shoulder. “What would the strings have you do?”

Roman rakes a hand through their hair. “I don’t know. That’s the problem. I can feel them around me are my every move and yet they do not tell me what they want.”

“Are there times where they feel stronger?”

“At the tailor’s.” The steward makes a soft ah sound. “Or in the court’s main halls. Even on the training grounds, when the sword master is training the newest squires. Or when I am alone in my chambers and must review the correspondence from neighboring kingdoms.”

“That’s quite a list.”

“Indeed.”

“Have you any thought to what they have in common?”

“Yes.” Roman looks down at their hand again. “I do.”

The steward narrows his eyes. “And yet they persist. Is there something else I should know about these…strings?”

Roman glances over. “I have no wish to keep you.”

“Nonsense, old friend, it is a pleasure to be kept by you.”

They glance around at the open courtyard. The steward follows their gaze and hums.

“Would you prefer to have the conversation somewhere more private?”

“Yes, I believe that would be best.”

“Come, then, if you would walk with me. There is a turret on the north side of the castle that has an excellent view of the river.”

The two of them walk through the castle halls, nodding to guards and courtiers alike as they do. The halls give way to open paths with high arches of stone, the breeze carrying in the soft sweet smell of morning ocean waves. As they reach the turret, another warm gust brings with it the wispy clouds from the riverside. The sun sparkles atop the water as it flows into the mouth of the river, wildflowers welcoming the ships as they make their way into port. Roman lets out another sigh as they reach the sunlit turret.

“You were correct,” they say quietly, “this was a wonderful suggestion.”

“Well, when one is pondering the existential, one should at least have a spectacular view.” The steward comes to stand next to them. “Besides, it is to rain this afternoon, I believe, so best enjoy the sun while it’s out.”

“Mm.”

They stand there for several long moments as the shadows play in the breeze.

“The title of prince,” they say, breaking the silence, “is a very masculine thing.”

“I should think so.”

“On the training grounds, when the squires are first being taught how to hold their swords, the sword master refers to them as boys becoming men. Or for the young ladies who wish to learn—he tells them to reach for their strength, as he should, but he doesn’t—there is still a masculinity he intends to preserve.”

”Does this affect his ability to train the women as equals to men?”

“No, not at all. Often we have one of the other knights with him and she is formidable enough on her own.” They rub their nose. “But when I am called upon to provide an example…”

The steward frowns. “Does the sword master imply a princess would not be capable of the same feats?”

”No.”

A bird lands on the stone wall and Roman tosses it a piece of meat. It squawks and takes off again.

“In the court, have you noticed that people rarely use my name?”

“Out of respect for your station, no doubt.”

“But then it’s all titles. His Royal Highness, His Majesty, His Grace. The Prince, My Lord. Half the time it feels as though it takes more time to get through the formalities than it does to express the grievance.”

“And at the tailor’s, I presume they speak about how lucky they are to have such a handsome man to clothe?”

“Your insight is as sharp as it’s ever been, my friend.”

The steward chuckles. He reaches out and rests and hand on Roman’s shoulder. “What is it about the doll of ‘Prince Roman’ that unnerves you so?”

“In truth, I do not know. It is not as though I resent being a prince, but the man beneath…”

Even saying the words makes their hands twitch and their stomach threaten to release its contents. The steward moves the steadying hand to their back.

“The person beneath,” the steward says firmly, “should not fall to the wayside under the pressures of the prince. You have scolded many a knight for neglecting to remember that they are a human, first and foremost. It is no accident that this includes yourself as well.”

Roman lets their shoulders drop, leaning back to let the sun catch their face. “Do as I say, not as I do.”

”Quite. Though I afraid I have to insist that you follow your own advice.”

“But what am I to do? I cannot simply say I no longer wish to be referred to as a man.”

“Why not?”

Roman scoffs. “What—well, why—what—what would I be called, for one?”

“You yourself have said you do not object to the moniker of ‘Prince.’ Even if you did, there is always ‘Monarch.’ His Grace can be Their Grace, Their Highness, if you preferred to go without any gender indicators at all.”

”You don’t think the realm would decry the loss of their handsome prince?”

“The splendor of your appearance does not finish whether you prefer to be called handsome or beautiful.”

Roman’s eyes widen and they turn to raise an eyebrow. “Spending time with the bards again, are we?”

“Funny you accuse me of spending time with them when all I have spoken is the truth.”

“Careful now, or else I’ll think you mean to throw your lot in with the other suitors.”

“And I would fight them as fiercely as any foe.”

The two of them laugh before he pats Roman’s back again. Roman shakes their head. “How are you being so calm about this?”

“About what?”

“This.” Roman gestures. “About your prince confessing that they cannot bear to be called a man as though it were some…some grave insult.”

The steward frowns. “I do not know what it is that I have done to make you believe that you could share anything with me in confidence that I would judge you for—“

“No, no, my friend, nothing of the sort.” Roman looks back out at the water. “I suppose my own insecurities have been voicing themselves since the ball’s inception.”

Another silence falls, punctuated by the distant shouts of sailors as they come into port. Birds cry as they land atop the cliffs, the waves crashing in the background. The collar still itches and they reach up to undo it, rubbing absentmindedly at the red mark left on their throat.

“These correspondences,” the steward says, “they wouldn’t happen to be from the Duke’s realm, would they?”

”No. Remus is…I dare say Remus knows more than I do about my…self.”

“You two have always shared a particular bond. I suppose it makes sense that whatever happens to one affects the other.”

“Mm.”

"Then these correspondences must’ve been from the friends you wish to bring to the ball, hm?” The steward chuckles at their surprised expression. “I do oversee the delivery of most mail in the castle, you know.”

“I did not think that would extend to you spying on me,” Roman says, playfully narrowing their eyes.

“Come now, you know I would never steal the job of the Spymaster. She would have my head quicker than I could speak the thought aloud. No, old friend, I only mean to say that it is no regret that your friends, beloved as they may be, have this tendency to evoke certain…how shall I put this? Fears of impermanence, shall I say, when it comes to what happens here versus what happens when you join them.”

“Sharper than your steel, you mind can be.”

"Forgive me, old friend, I don’t mean to needle you.”

“No, it is my fault for being so cold.”

“I poked knowingly at a sore spot with the intent to reveal a deeper hurt. You are forgiven implicitly for any reaction you would have to such an action. I only meant to say that it is not the first time such insecurities have reared their heads on the eve of their arrival. It makes sense that they would do so again.”

”And you believe I could find some way to quiet them?”

“Your people do not support you, revere you, or love you because you are a man. They do so because you care for them as much as you care for yourself, if not more. Because you work to serve them as they serve you and not once have you taken it for granted.”

“And you believe they would continue to do so if I…revealed something like this?”

”I don’t believe it, I know it.”

Roman turns to the steward, taking his hand from their back and holding it in theirs. "Your friendship is invaluable to me, I hope you know. I could not wish for a better companion.”

“Perhaps it is you who wishes for me to throw my lot in with the other suitors,” the steward teases, but squeezes their hand all the same. “It is a pleasure an an honor to be considered your friend, Roman. And just as much so to be trusted to offer you counsel for something like this.”

”If it is not too much to ask—“

"I dare say it won’t.”

“—would you accompany me to the tailor’s?”

“I was correct, it wasn’t. I would be thrilled to. Shall we go now?”

“I suppose. Though I do wish we could stay out here for a little longer.”

“Let us walk around the parapets, that will be more than enough, don’t you think?”

“Splendid.”

The sun slowly moves across the sky are they wind their way along the castle’s walls, talking about nothing much and anything at all. What the preparations for the harvest are this year, how the patrols have been finding the terrain where the storms were particularly heavy, what shipments they expect from neighboring kingdoms and how they purport to reinforce docks come the sea storms.

And, of course, last minute preparations for the ball.

Roman can’t help but slow their pace slightly when they approach the tailor’s. The steward notices, because of course he does, and moves swiftly on ahead as though this were planned.

“Good afternoon,” he says, “Their Grace has arrived for their fitting.”

Oh, you wonderful man.

The tailor looks up from her work as they come in, smiling and motioning to the raised podium. “Well, Your Grace, let’s not waste any time. I have several ideas that I think you’re going to adore and we’ll need most of our time to decide which one we should do.”

Roman glances at the steward who gives a little shrug as if to say can’t be helped, and they go to stand where directed. One of her assistants adjusts the mirror so all three panels are properly placed as the tailor turns around.

“Now,” she says, hands on her hips, “I presume your dear friend is not here simply to be a wall ornament. I did notice the shift in your introduction, this was not careless?”

“No, it was not.”

“Then you have given me a great gift today, My Liege, for I have a proposition I was certain you were going to say no for, but now I have back-up.”

Roman watches, a little wide-eyed, as she hurries to the back of the workshop, pulling aside a curtain and retrieving a set of gleaming gold…wings? No, they curve the wrong way to be wings. They almost look to be two halves of a corset, except there is no place to lace them together. She returns, bidding them to lift their arms, and places them on either side of their rib cage. IN the mirror, it looks almost as a golden carapace frames their torso.

“We could do a more structured bodice up top,” she says, beckoning her assistant over to hold the pieces in place as she gestures, “have it cup your chest almost as though it were a chrysalis unfolding. The skirt—I would propose a skirt—could be quite long and flowing, or more structured but I have this gorgeous red fabric that would look truly lovely with your skin. We could do more hardware closer to the collar, of course, and this is the part where I’d need to…”

She trails off when she notices the tears streaming down Roman’s face.

“Oh, dear,” she murmurs, quickly retaking the pieces back, “go on and wait outside, would you dear? Or, better yet, go and talk to the merchant downstairs, yes, that’s a good girl…”

The assistant quickly takes her leave as the steward comes over to turn them away from the mirror, his hands on their shoulders. The tailor quickly sets the pieces down on a nearby table.

”Hey,” The steward calls gently, “what ails you, my friend, what troubles you so? You are surrounded by friends, no harm will come to you here.”

“Here,” the tailor says, pressing a handkerchief into their hand, “for your tears.”

Roman dabs at their cheeks, holding the material over their face. The steward lets out another soft noise and brings them into a gentle hug, rubbing their back soothingly. They bury their head in his shoulder and just breathe there for long moments. The tailor bolts the door and leans against it.

“My friend,” the steward murmurs as Roman’s sobs slow, “what happened? Are you alright?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m alright.” They pass the handkerchief under their nose. “Believe it or not, I am…I’m happy.”

“Happy?”

“Yes, happy.” They smile through the lest of their sniffles and open their arm to the tailor, who comes instantly. “You spared not a moment wondering if I had lost my wits when I was introduced, and only thought of—of—“

“Careful, now, don’t you work yourself up again.” She pats his shoulder. “Of course I gave not a wink to it, what should it matter to me? You are my liege, and you would be whether you wished to be called a man, a woman, whatever it might be.”

"You will set me off again,” they accuse, mostly in jest, “what did I do to deserve to be surrounded by such wonderful people?”

“Blame yourself. The kingdom you have fostered has no place for those who would scorn anyone for such frivolous things. We reserve our disdain for much worthier causes.”

Roman sobs out a laugh—or laughs out a sob? The tailor pats his arm sympathetically and the steward offers him a reassuring squeeze.

“No more tears, now,” the tailor mock-scolds, “I have reds to match you to and I’ll not have your nose throwing me off.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t.”

“And I’ll have you know I intend to bring enough pins to keep you in the whole damn thing even if every stitch decides to rupture on the night.”

“Whether or not they find their homes in fabric or in the sides of those who would scorn you remains to be seen, I’m sure,” the steward remarks casually, only to yelp as one such pin jabs at him. “Hey! What have I done to you?”

“Speculation and accusation, how dare you?”

“Ones you have not denied.”

She jabs him once more for luck and returns to the podium, smoothing her hands over the edges of Roman’s collar. “This was giving you a bit of trouble, wasn’t it?”

“Just recently.”

“Yes, i see some of the inner band has worn away. No matter, it’s a simple enough fix. Now, shall we begin with the fabric?”

Roman smiles. “Nothing would please me more.”

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The countdown to Analogince Week 2024 continues. There are 16 days until the event begins :)

I hope you all are looking forward to it.

-Monkey💜💙❤️ (4/13/24)

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Click below the cut for a Roman angst drawing based on the song “Afraid” by The Neighborhood. Besides being inspired by the song itself, I took some inspiration from the Gacha life/club trend for this song.

Content warnings: Roman angst, fear of being replaced (by Remus and Janus)

Roman often has nightmares about Remus and Janus replacing him now that they have more of an influence over Thomas. The princely side worries fears that Remus could completely take over the role of creativity, and Janus could become Thomas’ hero.

This drawing is based on the song “Afraid” by the Neighborhood, so some of the song lyrics are in the drawing. This is also somewhat inspired by the Gacha Life/Club trend for this song.

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Dukeceit Headcannons 💚💛

I wanted to participate in Dukeceit Week 2024 somehow, so since I don’t have time to draw anything I thought I’d write some headcannons based off of the 7 prompts for the ship week.

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The prompts were the following:

April 6th- Sunflowers/Ocean

April 7th- Road trip/Roadkill

April 8th- Cats/Rats

April 9th- Teeth/Hair

April 10th- Cowboys/bootleggers

April 11th- Bodyswap/Sharing clothes

April 12th- Coffee shop/Dive bar

April 13th- Antiquing/Free day

Content warnings: mention of roadkill (dead animals), mention of having funerals for said roadkill, mention of hair clips that look like teeth, brief mention of battles, mention of a dive bar and drinking alcohol. Let me know if I missed anything else.

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- For their first date, Remus and Janus decided to go out for dinner by the beach in the imagination. Remus wanted to give Janus some flowers, so he picked a bouquet a sunflowers. Of course, Remus ended up picking sunflowers were dead because they were from his side of the imagination. The creative side was a bit worried that his date wouldn’t like the flowers since they were dead, but Janus smiled when Remus gave him the flowers and said the bouquet was lovely. The couple then had their dinner, and afterwards walked on the beach. Remus convinced Janus to take off his shoes and stand in the shallow part of the ocean with him. Remus playfully kicked some water at Janus and the two end up chasing each other around and splashing each other. Overall, it was a good first date.

- Remus and Janus like to take road trips through Roman’s side of the imagination once a month. The two drive around in a car and occasionally stop to cause chaos. On their trips they’ll sometimes stumble across some roadkill. In these situations, Remus will have Janus pause their journey for a moment in order to have funerals for the roadkill.

- For Halloween, Janus and Remus always wear matching/couple’s costumes. Their first Halloween together, they dressed as a rat and a cat. Remus was the rat because like rats, he likes to dig through garbage. Janus was the cat because like a cat, he sometimes makes a purring noise when Remus cuddles him, because Remus feels very warm and the cold-blooded deceitful side finds the body heat very calming. Janus was embarrassed when he purred for the first time, but Remus just smiled and said he found the sound adorable.

- Remus’s hair would often get in his face since it’s somewhat long. He found having hair blocking his eyes to be annoying, but couldn’t find any clips or hair styles he liked to fix it. Janus noticed Remus’s hair style struggles, so he asked Roman to help him design hair clips for Remus. Once the design was planned out and made, the deceitful side gave Remus hair clips that looked like teeth. Remus loved the clips and would wear them often.

- For the second Halloween Janus and Remus celebrated together, they dressed up as Woody and Bo Peep from Toy Story. Remus wanted to reuse the cowboy costume and Janus already has a shepard’s crook, so the costume choice was easy.

- Remus likes to borrow Janus’ hat and capelet. The dark creativity says it makes him feel more powerful and like a fairytale villain when he battles with Roman.

- Remus made a dive bar in his side of the imagination for him and Janus to go to. The two frequently go there to drink and slowdance. Janus uses these outings as an excuse to wear the fancy dresses he owns.

- There is an antique shop in the Light Side of the imagination. Janus likes to go over there occasionally to look for decorations for his room. He’s found a few nice paintings of snakes when shopping there. After they started dating and it got closer to Remus’ birthday, Janus wanted to find an antique item to give as a birthday present. The deceitful side did a lot of searching and eventually found an old, wind-up rat toy. It would be the perfect gift for Remus. So, Janus got the wind-up rat and gave it to Remus on the creative side’s birthday. Remus loved it and proceeded to send the rat toy running around the light side of the mindscape. The creative side hoped the rat toy would scare the light sides. Janus just watched his boyfriend’s antics with a smile on his face.

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End notes: Thanks for reading! As always, if you like any of these headcannons and want to make a fanfic or fanart based on them you can. You just need to ask me first, and then tag and credit me in the post so I can see it.

-Monkey💜

AO3 Link to these headcannons: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55072036

[monkeythefander]

Here’s a drawing of Patton in his cat onesie I made as requested by @/groovys.fun.art on Instagram for an art trade. When drawing the cat onesie I just looked up images of Patton in the onesie for reference on Google.

[monkeythefander]

Click below the cut to see some Roman angst fan art based @yourdragonwitchroyalty ‘s Teenage Heartthrob: The World Is Out To Get Me fanfic. The drawing is based on a song from the official playlist made for the fic, which I shall link along with the fic below for anyone interested.

Here is a Roman angst drawing based on @yourdragonwitchroyalty ‘s “Teenage Heartthrob: The World Is Out To Get Me” fanfic. The drawing is based on the song “Prom Dress” by mxmtoon, which can be found on the official playlist for the fanfic on Spotify. I changed the word “queen” to “king” in the lyrics to fit Roman better. Roman’s outfit and the pose are based on the second photo below, which was a reference sent to me by yourdragonwitchroyalty. The other reference I used when making this drawing was the drawing yourdragonwitchroyalty made for his last dtiys on Instagram. If you haven’t seen their art for the fic or read the fic yet, I definitely recommend checking it out. The story is very good so far.

And here are links to the Spotify playlist and the fanfic for anyone interested in a good fanfic:

Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5Y4ynQxroD02xlqpFQHla1?si=k1m7360yTxWHSiPaDTIJzw&pi=u-Rw7tI2ZdTuO8

Fanfic link on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47931346/chapters/120848053

[monkeythefander]

Patton with cat ears hopes you’re having a pawsome day. @thatsthat24

When drawing the cat ears I looked at a drawing by sapph_draws_stuff on Instagram for reference, since their Virgil with cat ears drawing inspired me to draw a side with cat ears.