#polyam sanders

[bestpolyshipbracket]

Best Polyamorous Ship Group 1 Round 2

[tastic-in-its-finest]

They admire him

[monster-madame]

Another fun monster lover rec, this time a m/m/f/m/m romance!

I really loved the world building in this one!

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“Born into a family of witches, Orenda has the misfortune of being the sole member of her family born without magic. The smallest bit of magic that she can claim for herself is the ability to sense out magical talismans. She is drawn to them and makes it her task to keep the most powerful of them out of the reach of her family. Yet, when she comes across an ancient talisman in an antique shop, she is swept away by its magic into the fae world, but not unchanged.

Shrunk and stranded alone in the depths of the troll kingdom, Orenda must rely on the help of a hive of male pixies. Although they say that she is their queen, and lure her with every touch, they promise to help her return home. They are nothing like she’s ever imagined a pixie to be and give her a taste of a life that she couldn’t have imagined. In a world of magic, she—a magicless witch—strangely finds her place until events provide an opportunity to return to the human world. It leaves Orenda with a choice: to go back home or remain by their side?

Among pixies, although long-lived, they only have a opening of a handful of years to find their mates before the elders determine that the hives be broken and the males stripped of their breeding and mating abilities to serve as protectors for young unmated queens. Shavish is determined that his hive, though well beyond the suitable age of mating, do not come to a similar fate. His hive brothers Orel and Gwin may have resigned themselves to being guardians and Dazi retreating to his scholarly works, but he is not willing to give up yet. Although being mated to a small wingless queen wasn’t quite what any of them imagined, they resolve to not give her up. They will court their queen and win her for their own. The Pixies Queen is a m/m/f/m/m romance and does contain m/m.”

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[anxiouslyfred]

To Yell Get Lost

Summary: Virgil doesn't know what to make of his soulmate words, even after they become a thing he regularly says. Thankfully his soulmates manage to figure out he's theirs for certain after an uninvited visitor shows up.

Warnings: Knives and threats made with knives, unwanted hugging

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Sometimes his soulmate words were funny, a reflection of how Virgil often felt when faced with customers who wouldn't shut up.

Sometimes they were hurtful, a confirmation for all this negative thoughts that even his soulmate wouldn't want to know him.

Sometimes Virgil even wondered if he'd be the one saying them. If in some bizarre occurrence his friends found someone able to take his prickly sharp edges and he'd say them without causing offence.

Once, and only once did he allow himself to consider the possibility, Virgil wondered if they were the pattern his relationship would take. He'd do everything he could to avoid that happening.

…

What Virgil never could have expected was quoting the soulmate words as constantly as he did after meeting Janus and Remus. They were said nearly every time his name was drawn out, although always in different tones by the pair.

Janus had a slow, coaxing tone, as if they expected Virgil to forever be annoyed or upset and thought calming him while suggesting things would get him to agree with them more. They always acted like the words were an adorable greeting until the day Virgil screamed them. That had been the first time Virgil saw them stunned and the first time Janus was actually calming for him, coaxing tone nowhere to be heard.

Remus lilted his words, all of them, and only used Virgil's name if he wanted a companion in his chaos. They both laughed over the words, especially the times Remus decided to recite them with Virgil.

Then Roman decided to invite himself over to meet the two Remus called his prospective soulmates and despite knowing Remus and Janus were sat on his sofa, when Virgil opened the door to a greeting being sung he yelled “Hello goodbye, GET LOST!” before slamming the door in Roman's face.

It was only when the pair watching burst out laughing that Virgil realised it was a complete stranger he'd done that too. Third person ever that he'd said the words on his wrist to and he frankly didn't need a third possible soulmate.

“If it's not my brother out there I'm accusing you of soulmate plagiarism.” Remus declared, bouncing over and wrenching the door open and out of Virgil's grasp.

For a moment Virgil blinked at the hand that had held the door, then looked between Janus and Remus, ignoring Roman getting tugged through it. “What the hell about that changed me from prospective soulmate to actual soulmate?” He groused.

“Well it's the third level of 'get lost' I've been wondering about.” Janus commented, now standing from their seat and calmly walking over, rolling their sleeve up. “Seemingly the level of 'I'll make you get lost if you won't do it yourself.'”

“Mine just says 'Roman get lost SLAM!'” Remus grinned, shoving his sleeve up and his arm under Virgil's nose.

Roman moved before Virgil could shove the arm away, grabbing him in a hug that took Virgil off the ground and into a spin. “My brothers-in-law! I'm so delighted to meet you and congratulations on this confirmation-” His words broke off as four knives were suddenly concerningly close to his face.

Remus didn't say anything, unsettlingly quiet considering his usual noise levels, and moved around Roman so his knives were under Roman's ears, crossed as if they were very large scissors. Virgil was turning red fast enough that Janus doubted he could breathe, let alone speak and would probably drop his knife if not released soon, so they spoke up, “Let's set Virgil down and keep three feet away from us while you're here, hmm?”

The squeak Roman let out then would later have them all laughing at him, but in that moment the trio were all more focused on Virgil being set back on his feet, and pulled gently back by Janus as they ensured he stayed upright until they reached the sofa. They did make sure to take the knife from him also, well aware that once Virgil calmed down again he'd already start fretting over handling a knife when he couldn't be certain how Roman would move him and the dangers that contained.

“Actually, Roman, assuming that is you since Remus isn't having a tantrum or moving his knives, as much as your enthusiasm to interfere in our lives is reportedly never ending, I think this is one adventure you should delay for a while. Perhaps wait for a written invitation.” Janus suggested once curled around Virgil on the sofa, hoping the contact would help calm him.

“But I want to behead him.” Remus whined, stepping with Roman so the attempt to move away from the blades failed.

“And we don't want to clean up blood right now. Besides, Roman has to actually get lost for your soulmate mark to be confirmed.” Janus countered.

Those words did the trick as very abruptly the knives were once more gone and Roman was shoved back out of the door. “So glad you aren't my soulmate. Only Virgil slammed the door on Roro so you're not with me.” Remus stuck his tongue out at Janus as he finished speaking.

“Agreed. Dealing with you needs more motivation than a soulmate bond would give me so it's best to have it this way, with Virgil ever between us.” Janus stated, getting a soft hit from said man at the words.

“I'm not here to mediate you two.” Virgil muttered. “And Remus, teach your brother boundaries, please.”

Remus threw himself over the pair on the sofa. “I'll tell his friend Logan that Roman doesn't know which states are next to each other. He'll be learning state boundaries for months at least.”

He got a small snicker, and half-disgruntled great in response.

[pheonix-inside]

I love no longer being super crazy over ships. So glad I outgrew that. Now I'm able to chill with fics where everyone's best friends, I have an easier time multishipping, overall the fandom experience is more fun now.

[sunnyillyana]

Y’all ever ship something so rare that no content exists? Especially when you have polyam ships that you adore! RIP 😭

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i genuinely have no idea how people DONT like polyamorous ships but i think im so open to it because not only am i not just a multishipper but a literally everything thats ethical shipper.. BUT ALSO one of my first fandoms when i was a kid was.. sanders sides..... and if yall dont know what that is, be THANKFUL.. but those stupid characters were the first polyam ship i ever had😭

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Judgment

Prompt: A really funny story if youre fine writing some funny polyam dlampr romance. Janus goes to the park or some public place very often to "people watch" and he notices this one person (I was thinking one of the twins). This person constantly brings someone to the park/whatever. Last time it was some emo, this time it's some nerdy guy, a week ago it was some dad guy. So Janus starts to think that this guy is a player or maybe cheating. Then the twin approaches him and starts talking to him and Janus is just thinking "Hah, i know you're a player. So I'm not gonna fall for your charm" but still wants to talk to him to see how close the story in his head is to reality. (Also kinda falls for the charm, but he won't admit that.) Then things get more confusing when he sees the emo and the nerd hanging out and the nerd and the dad and now janus is trying the get to the bottom of this complex cheating love cycle! (Spoiler alert, everyone is a lot nicer than he thought they were) - insanitori

Hi!!! I come from Ao3, and I absolutely LOVE your Sanders Sides works!!! Idk if you're taking requests or not, but either way I absolutely can not get enough of your take on a flustered Virgil. Like, any and all of the sides just, flirting, and having the emo make the windows error sound internally. The first chapter of (Un)Wanted is the perfect example lol. If you want to write more of that I would NOT be opposed, but only if you want to!!! – anon

hey so in one of ur fics you said that roman would really look forward to what virgil has to write, can you maybe write a fic of vee writing smth, and roman being like ‘wow pen game off the charts’ owdkfwdmf no pressure, and take care <3333 – anon

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Warnings: implied/referenced cheating, just perceived

Pairings: DLAMP

Word Count: 4298

One of Janus's favorite things about Oscaro Park is its proximity to both the heart of the shopping district and the downtown public transportation. You'll never find a more amusing overlap of people than the ones who run about shopping malls decked out in the latest 'trends' and every business man from every standard office sitcom sharing a sidewalk, each mildly bewildered at the existence of the other. It makes for excellent people-watching.

But there’s only so much you can tell from such an outsider’s point of view.

One of Janus's favorite things about Oscaro Park is its proximity to both the heart of the shopping district and the downtown public transportation. You'll never find a more amusing overlap of people than the ones who run about shopping malls decked out in the latest 'trends' and every business man from every standard office sitcom sharing a sidewalk, each mildly bewildered at the existence of the other. It makes for excellent people-watching.

He finishes watching a young person with green and blue hair whisper something about a balding man wearing a suit and turns his attention to the other end of the park, draining the last dregs of a to-go coffee cup and tossing it in the trash. There aren't many people out anymore, only the last few business people who can afford to get to their jobs a little later and those that are in the position of not having jobs at all. His eyes linger on a pair as they cross into the park proper.

"Alright, alright, shut up."

"Oh, but my dear emo, how can I? Your work moved me so, I could hardly allow it to go unnoticed!"

One of them, wearing a black and purple hoodie, swats the arm covered in a letterman jacket. "You do know that I can't tell if you're fucking with me when you're doing that, right?"

"Why, Virgil!" Letterman Jacket holds a hand to his chest as though mortally wounded. "I would never do something as egregious as mock you directly to your face when you deigned to share your work with me."

"Are you capable of saying a single sentence without talking like a thesaurus? No," Virgil—he guesses—promptly raises a hand, "don't answer that, actually."

"Your loss."

"I'm fine with that."

"Besides, given how you managed to create evocative symbolism and foreshadowing in such a short piece, I doubt you need any help from me. You're an accomplished wordsmith."

"Oh my god, Princey, stop."

As Virgil and Princey make their way across the park, Janus can't help but notice the smattering of pink of Virgil's cheeks and the way his swatting of Princey only ever seems to be half-hearted. Princey does too, if the way he grabs hold of one of the swatting hands is any indication.

"What's this," he says, "why are you batting at me like a cat? Do you want more attention, my dear?"

"What the—Roman, that's not what I—"

"Because you know I'd be happy to give it to you," Roman says over Virgil's protests, leaning in and kissing his cheek, "anything for my incredible writer."

Virgil stammers and fidgets and whatever his face is doing must be amusing to Roman, because he chuckles and reaches out to cup his chin.

"Aww."

"Sh-shut up!"

"You don't really want me to, do you?"

"Roman!"

"Alright, alright," Roman laughs, his hands going up in surrender, "I'll stop."

"Thank you," Virgil huffs. They're almost out of the park when he reaches out and grabs Roman's elbow. "You…you really liked it that much?"

Janus has to strain to hear the last of their conversation, but he can't miss the way Roman's expression softens.

"Yeah, Virgil," he says, "it was really good. I loved it. Your voice is so strong already and you have such a vivid way of depicting what you want to. You should be really proud of yourself."

Virgil must blush and stammer again because Roman chuckles and reaches out to kiss him, properly this time, before the two part. How sweet, Janus thinks, hiding a smile of his own, it must be nice to have such a supportive partner.

Or, at least he thinks that until he sees Roman glance around to make sure there's no one else close to him and reach for his phone.

Janus frowns, narrowing his eyes as Roman speaks into it, looking off in the direction that Virgil's gone, until he seems to hear what he wants to and hangs up. He turns around, looking in the other direction, before smiling and holding his arms out to receive another young man in a suit. Janus's eyes widen as Roman kisses him, wrapping his arm through his and walking off in the other direction.

Oh, Virgil, he thinks as he dusts himself off and gets to his feet, you deserve so much better.

* * *

He avoids the park for a few days, still a bit shaken from seeing such brazen cheating, but eventually he grows restless—and morbidly curious—and he's back on the bench, to-go cup in hand, idly wondering if he'll see either of them again.

As it turns out, he should be careful what he wishes for.

Across the way, there's another bench that mirrors his, next to the hedges and the landscaping, just south of the public fountain. A familiar figure in a letterman jacket sits there with yet another man in a pale blue polo shirt, a sweater tied about his shoulders. They're talking animatedly with each other, hands waving to emphasize a certain point, smiles wide enough that Janus can see them from here. Sometimes their laughter will ring loud enough for him to hear it and every time the hurt in his chest twists a little deeper.

Oh, you poor thing, he thinks as Roman leans in to kiss the other man's forehead, you poor, poor thing.

He glances away, just to give himself a break before he keeps watching this unfold, and stops short.

That—that's Virgil. That's definitely the same purple and black hoodie he saw last time. He's looking around like he's meeting someone here.

No. Oh, no. No, no, no, he can't watch this.

And yet he stays, to-go cup suspended in mid-air, unable to look away as Virgil keeps glancing around.

What does he do? Does he go up and act as a distraction? Does he cover for Roman—who obviously doesn't deserve it—just to spare Virgil the public shame and heartbreak? Or does he call out, catch Roman in the act, before he can come up with some pretty lie to tell Virgil? Or should he just leave, as an outsider and someone who has no business actually involving himself in people's lives—people-watching is one thing, this would be another entirely—and be subject to whatever horrible versions of this his mind can conjure?

Too late, he realizes he's spent too long spiraling to catch the moment Virgil spots what he's been looking for.

"Logan? That you?"

Logan, Janus mouths, wondering who that could be, only to choke on his coffee when he sees the man in the suit approaching Virgil.

"Ah, Virgil." The two shake hands. "I must say, you picked an…interesting spot to meet up."

"Yeah, well…this park's important to me."

"How so?"

"It…I dunno. I just like spending time here that's all."

Logan smiles and nods, switching his briefcase to his other hand. "Well, did you want to find a spot and discuss the project here, or would you like to go somewhere else? There's an excellent coffee shop just down the road."

In a near panic, Janus turns back to the other bench, only to realize that Roman and the other man have seemingly vanished. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding as Virgil and Logan plan to go to the coffee shop instead. He has a fleeting hope that Roman didn't have the same idea.

He lets his head tip back, closing his eyes.

What is going on? Roman seems to be cheating with not just one, but two people. Virgil—Virgil knows Logan, apparently, but it seems to be only in a professional capacity. Did Roman offer to set Virgil up for his writing with Logan, while knowing Logan was effectively in his pocket as his—mistress of sorts? And then where did the other man fit into it? Was this a third party Roman was stringing along, or was he also a 'colleague' of sorts that the other two knew but didn't know?

He bites his lip, thinking.

His mother had once warned him about the dangers of people-watching. Never to get too involved, never to start speculating beyond idle things. He shouldn't have tried to follow them, people-watching is to observe passers-by, not to get invested in the lives of strangers who couldn't know him, would never know him.

He glances up at the now-empty park. The to-go cup sits resolutely in his hand.

Perhaps he shouldn't try and watch them anymore.

* * *

Of course, only the best-laid plans go awry in the most spectacular way.

The next time he manages to summon up the courage to sit out in the park, he sees not one but three people all gathered around the fountain. Virgil, Logan, and the other man from before.

He should leave. He should turn around and go back to the coffee shop or find another spot in the park. He should put in a podcast or music or something and mind his own damn business for once, not try and stick his nose where it obviously doesn't belong. This is not some real-life sitcom for his entertainment, these are real people with real lives who will feel real pain if all of this blows up.

He thinks all of these perfectly reasonable thoughts as he sits down on his usual bench and watches them over the rim of his cup.

"I don't know," Logan sighs as he leans against the fountain, "have either of you noticed anything?"

"No, no, I've noticed it too." Virgil crosses his arms. "He's been more distant lately. Did…do you think I did something wrong?"

No, Janus thinks as the other two chorus loudly.

"Virgil, you've nothing to worry about," Logan soothes, "I'm sure this is a simple misunderstanding that Roman would be more than happy to clear up. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that he can sometimes get a bit lost in his own head."

"No," Virgil snaps, "you don't have to tell me anything about him."

Ooh. Ouch.

"Guys," the other man pleads, holding his hands out, "let's not fight. I know—I know things have been a bit complicated recently, lots of emotions running high, but there's no reason for us to start arguing with each other."

Virgil grumbles something and Logan adjusts his glasses. "Right as always, Patton."

"Right." Patton lets out a breath. "I…I have also noticed Roman acting strangely, especially when all of us are together. Do you think maybe we should—I don't know, I don't like talking about someone behind their back."

In the grand scheme of things that are currently happening behind the backs of others, Janus thinks, borderline hysterically, this is by far the worst of them.

"And I respect that," Logan says quietly, reaching out to lay a hand on Patton's shoulder, "but you can't deny that you've been hurt by Roman's distance as well."

"…no. No, I can't."

"So what," Virgil spits, "I'm just supposed to—to not do anything? Give him space, like all those stupid advice things say?"

Logan frowns. "We will give Roman space if that is what he wants."

"'We,' yeah, sure."

"There's no need to be rude, Virgil," Patton says, "we're all in the same boat here."

"Sure."

You are. You really, really are. And I really hope that you don't know how much you are.

"Look." Virgil scrubs a hand over his face. "I'll talk to him, okay? Maybe—maybe he'll tell me what's had him so preoccupied recently."

"I'm not sure," Patton says doubtfully, "I've tried to ask him too and he just brushed me off."

"Me too."

"Well, maybe he won't brush me off."

I doubt it, Janus thinks as he watches Virgil turn and leave, I really, really doubt it.

"Logan," he hears Patton say after a moment, "are we all gonna—are we all gonna be okay?"

"What do you mean?"

Patton gives him a look that Janus can see very much means don't play dumb with me, we both know what's going on. "When all of this…breaks, are we gonna be okay?"

"You and me?"

"Well—yes, but everyone."

"I will always be your friend, Patton," Logan says, nodding with a strange solemnity, "and as for the others…I don't know."

"I don't know either."

They fall silent, Janus straining to hear them over the muffling sounds of the fountain.

"I want to believe everything will be okay," he finally hears Patton say, "but right now I'm not sure how it can be."

"No. Neither am I."

Janus, who remains sitting there long after the two of them have left, has never been less sure of anything in his life.

* * *

Janus prides himself on being difficult to rattle. He's not genuinely caught off-guard by a lot of things and it does take a bit to get him there.

That doesn't stop him from freezing like a deer in headlights when there's a suspiciously obvious letterman jacket on the person sitting in his usual spot.

He stops dead in his tracks, to-go cup still scalding in his hand, staring at Roman as he stands up and smiles a bit sheepishly. He's disappointed in himself at how quickly he flashes past the indignation and suspicion in favor of oh, fuck, he's cute.

No. Bad Janus.

"Um, so this might sound really weird," Roman starts, "and you're well within your rights to tell me to leave you alone and never talk to you again, but…I, uh, I noticed you come here a lot and I wanted to get to know you."

Janus blinks. Almost instantly his mind jumps to he's been dumped by the others. It blew up in his face and he wants a rebound.

It then just as quickly jumps to no, no, wait, what if he's grown bored with the others and now wants another secret?

It then goes straight to who gives a fuck what his reasoning is, say no and fuck off!

Roman, however, is unable to hear exactly what it is that goes on in Janus's head and scratches the back of his own. "I know that sounds creepy—I swear I haven't, like, stalked you or anything. I just—I come here a lot and I noticed you do too and—I dunno, I…I think the way you dress is super cool. And I like your whole…vibe."

Janus is not going to be swayed by Roman's slightly bumbling admission of interest. He is not going to be swayed by how oddly endearing it is. He is not going to put aside all of the doubts and wonders he has about what Roman's been up to for the past however long it's been. He is not going to think that Roman is growing more and more attractive by the moment.

He is not.

"Thank you."

Roman grins and Janus's grip on his cup tightens reflexively. "I know I kind of stole your spot, would you…would you want to sit with me?"

Say no. Say no and leave.

"…as long as you don't sit on my side."

You idiot.

Janus sits on the bench, trying not to notice the way Roman's sitting just far enough to respect his personal space but close enough that he clearly wants to continue interacting with him. He fiddles with the coffee cup and takes a sip.

"I'm Roman, by the way."

"Janus."

"Nice to meet you, Janus. Have you been coming here often?"

Hiding a snort at the badly butchered pickup line, Janus takes a drink of his coffee. "Long enough. It's excellent for people-watching."

A test. A small one, just to see if Roman realizes he's been cavorting about in public, not in whatever hidden fantasy he's got in his head. But Roman just snorts. "Oh, I know. I swear, it's my favorite place to be around festival season. 'Cause you've got the people who come in from out of town that act like this is Coachella or something, and then people just going to work looking at them like 'what are you wearing? In public?'"

Despite himself, Janus laughs. "I think if I have to watch one more businessman struggle to fathom a crocheted bralette I might have to put him out of his misery by myself."

Roman throws his head back and laughs too, a joyous and carefree sound that makes Janus's traitorous stomach lurch. "Not to mention all the tiny little sunglasses."

"Oh, don't even get me started on those."

"Mm, but what if I want to?"

Janus looks over and Roman props his weight on his elbows, smiling softly at him. Like there could be literally anything in the world going on and he'd still choose to be here, listening to Janus. It should not make him feel as giddy as it does.

"Go on," Roman encourages, "I'd love to hear what you think."

Janus swallows. No. No, he's not going to get sucked into this. He's not going to become some horrible cog in whatever the hell this horrifying situation is. He's not going to be a part of something like that.

"Roman, I—"

"There you are!"

Roman jumps. So does Janus. Roman's eyes are fixed somewhere over his shoulder and he turns, already dreading what he's going to see.

Sure enough, striding across the park are three figures. One in a suit, one in a pale blue raincoat, one in a purple and black hoodie.

Fuck me.

"Guys," Roman says a bit weakly, "I said 10:30."

"Oh, we heard you."

"We just thought it was horseshit."

"Language!"

Roman pinches the bridge of his nose as Janus tries his best to melt into the bench. Nope, he's not here anymore, definitely not. Not in any way, shape, or form.

"I wanted to come early, okay?"

"Yeah, so you could do this on your own and not with us." Virgil shakes his head. "We went over this, Princey, it's not fair to him."

"He's also right there," Patton says, nodding to Janus, "so we could not talk about him in the third person."

"Excellent idea."

No, no, it isn't. I would like to not be here while you all fight and possibly have three successive break-ups.

But then Logan's holding his hand out for Janus to shake. "A pleasure to meet you. I'm Logan."

"Janus."

"A pleasure, Janus. This is Virgil—" Virgil waves— "and Patton—"

"Hi, nice to meet you."

"—and I presume you've just met Roman."

'Just met' as in 'just introduced himself?' "Yes."

"I'm sorry," Roman mumbles, "I didn't—I didn't know they'd be here so quickly."

"Well, it was better that we all showed up right away so he didn't think you were cheating on all of us."

Janus blinks. "Wait, you're not?"

Silence.

A car drives by.

A bird chirps in a nearby tree.

"I fucking told you," Virgil nearly crows in triumph, startling Janus terribly—listen, he's been off his game for weeks with these people—and slapping Logan's shoulder, "pay up!"

"Yes, yes, alright."

Patton is laughing too hard to say anything and Roman looks as if he wants to melt into the bench. "Wait, Janus, you—you—?"

"I saw you come here with all of them, okay? And you always looked like you didn't want the others to catch you with them—you called Logan a second after Virgil left, what was I supposed to think?"

Now all of them are laughing at Roman and he feels—well, he feels a little bad.

"That's why you stared at me like you wanted to throw your coffee all over me," Roman mumbles, "you thought I was…oh."

"Wait," Virgil gasps, "so have we just been, like, your personal sitcom?"

"…no."

"That's a 'yes' if I've ever heard one."

"Janus," Logan says, getting his attention, "I can assure you that Roman is definitely not cheating. We are all well aware of each other and our relationships, there is no infidelity."

That is…something of a relief. Although now he does feel a bit bad as to the level of animosity he's been feeling towards Roman. He glances over to see Roman looking resolutely at the ground. He coughs and clears his throat.

"I suppose that's what I get for forming my own conclusions."

"That was the highlight of my fucking week, J, don't worry about it."

"Still, I must—wait, 'J?'"

"Yeah. Janus, J, has no one ever given you a nickname before?"

"No, they have, just not that one."

"Don't worry, I'm sure Princey will come up with one soon."

"Virgil!"

"Oh, come on, what?"

"I haven't gotten there yet," Roman says through gritted teeth and oh, he looks like he's about to cry, that's not good— "which is why I said 10:30."

"Oh, oops."

Logan smacks Virgil's shoulder lightly and rolls his eyes. "Excuse us, Janus, we've been subject to Roman's pining for too long it appears we've jumped the gun, so to speak."

"Wait, his what?"

"Both of you be quiet."

"Right," Patton says, "we're all going to go over by the fountain and we are not going to be listening."

"Wait, we're—hey!" Virgil squawks as Logan all but lifts him up by the scruff of his neck like a kitten, "put me down!"

"No."

"Good luck, Roman!"

Janus watches, somewhat bewildered, as the three of them make their way to the fountain. He looks over at Roman, whose face is buried in his hands, and feels a pang of sympathy. His fingers twitch on the coffee cup as he sees Roman's shoulders shake a little.

"Well," Roman mumbles after a second, hands finally leaving his face, "this isn't how I expected this morning to go."

"If it makes you feel any better, I didn't either."

"Did you really think I was cheating?"

"…yes."

Roman nods a little sadly, before shouldering on this brave smile that's heartbreaking in its own way. "Well, then I suppose that does derail the rest of my plans, spoiled as they have been by my partners."

"Your—so you are in a relationship with all of them?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"No, no, I don't have a problem with polyamory, it's just—you know, informed consent."

"Informed consent," Roman agrees. "I…well, my plan was to ask you if you'd like to go out to coffee with me and then…explain that I didn't want to pressure you into being part of my—well, our relationship, but just to meet them."

He gestures to the fountain and three people who are doing their very best to not look like they're snooping.

"And I'm…sorry they told you about me…pining or whatever. It's not—you don't have to deal with my feelings, it's—I promise I did genuinely just want to get to know you. I understand if you'd rather have nothing to do with me."

Janus considers him for a moment. So he's not a serial adulterer, nor is he sneaking around with his friends behind their backs. He's…well, he's been nothing but sweet and endearing since Janus properly met him.

"What's the harm in coffee?"

"Really?"

Janus holds eye contact with him and deliberately drops his coffee so it spills into the trash can. "It seems I'm in need of some."

Roman chuckles in disbelief before he stands up and offers him a hand. Janus takes it, letting him pull him to his feet. "I really did mean I wanted to hear you rant about the tiny sunglasses."

"Buy me my coffee first and then you've got a deal."

"Go, Roman!"

"Oh my god, you three, go home!"

Janus just laughs. This is much better than anything a sitcom could come up with.

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[candied-peach]

🍬✨my pinned post

name: peach or candy

age: 25+

pronouns: they/them or it/its

about: white, queer, polyam, autistic, neurodivergent, epileptic, physically disabled and chronically ill, writer, artist, wannabe musician

my incredible partner is @treeni and i adore them ♡

fandoms: sanders sides, undertale, valdemar, encanto, six the musical, steven universe, among us

other interests: cave diving, linguistics, music in general (especially corpse, neoni, king mala, mother mother, and scene queen), shining/love nikki

writing tag: peach writes

art tag: peach draws

requests: i take requests! for sanders sides primarily but tbh, anything that i'm familiar with, i can try lmao

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

Hey!!! I'm Evan, a 29 year old white queer Australian who (unfortunately) lives in the UK.

I'm queer, aspec, gay, polyam and a trans man.

My pronouns are:

he/him/his/himself

xe/xem/xyr/xemself (pronounced zee/zem/zir/zemself)

ae/aev/aev/aevself (pronounced e/eve/eve/eveself)

Please mix and match them, thanks.

I am a trauma survivor who is ND, mentally ill & chronically ill; I have AuADHD, ocd, depression, anxiety (social and general), addiction, agoraphobia, trust issues, abandonment issues, dissociative traits, cptsd & coeliac disease. I heavily use music to cope with my multiple disorders and regard my headphones and Spotify as disability aids.

This is what I look like.

Special interest(s): Tintin, Doctor Who & guinea pigs.

Current hyperfixation(s): Sanders Sides (Thomas Sanders).

I post about stuff like:

queer issues

social issues in general

selfies, vents and general life updates

a lot about the adventures of tintin (mainly the 2011 film)

memes

neurodivergent and mentally ill issues

occasionally cute animals with absolute favourites of mine like cats and guinea pigs (and small mammals in general, but mainly guinea pigs)

my fanfiction from ao3 under kivancalcite

my favourite music (feel free to talk about music with me)

my fictional male crushes, usually villains

occasional media and film analysis that may devolve into passionate rants

What I don't tolerate whatsoever and will block you on sight as a result:

the basic dni criteria (racist, misogynistic, antisemitic, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, classist, xenophobic, fatphobic attitudes)

claiming that 'narcissistic abuse' is a real thing and believing that having a personality disorder inherently makes you a terrible person

abuse apologism and victim blaming

defending people like d*pp and spacey and other abusers/paedophiles/rapists

defending the british monarchy

being a fucking tory and/or brexiteer (let's be honest, you're usually both)

defending justice system institutions such as the police force (acab)

defending the military, its propaganda, and insidious recruitment techniques

being a paedophile/map/pear, whatever the fuck you like to call yourselves

being a terf/radfem/gender critical/transmedicalist

being a nazi/neo-nazi/white supremacist/proud boy/anything to fucking do with fascist ideologies

supporting putin's attack on the ukraine and the idea that we should stop supporting and funding ukraine

supporting israel over palestine and ignoring the media silence and suppression of the atrocities against the latter

supporting ukraine's efforts but not palestine's

defending the capitalist system

in turn, also defending communist regimes and shouting down survivors of them and their atrocities

being a genocide denier

being a pro-life/anti-choicer (from a pro-choice and pro-abortion person)

being a proshipper and trying to justify paedophilic, racist and incestuous ships

being into true crime that romanticises and sexualises actual murderers and serial killers and dismisses the actual victims and their families

being someone who actively profits off of others' trauma and abuse for entertainment

I also have my trauma/mental illness/abuse blog that is more specifically about those things I have experienced and continue to experience, which is @traumacodedtransbitch, which can be far more triggering and violent just so you know.

[bestpolyshipbracket]

Best Polyamorous Ship Group 1 Round 1

[kinks-and-shit-rp-blog]

Hello - this run by a mixed origins system; the body is a minor but only 17+ will be using/on this blog,, if that makes you uncomfortable please do just leave, block, whatever you wish..

Most of our rps here the characters will likely be aged up.

We will not be sharing main blog unless we are very close

We Will Do:

NSFW - rape kink/play, ovipostion, heat, whips, public, piss, petplay, borderline ddlg but no actually baby headspace please and thanks (subspace=good, littlespace=bad), possessive shit, topping bottoming switching domming subbing (we're mostly top-subs), breeding, overstim, monster fucking, tears, TOYS>>> A SHIT TON OF TOYS AND MAYBE PAIN-KINK SHIT? WOOF, masochist/sadist, polyam, body worship, hot wax, branding, t dickss, straps, nontoys stuffed inside, cnc, hypnotism, voodo, etc -literally just ask before hand and the answer will probably always just be "yeah sure why not" Whump/Hurt -medical, petplay, dehumanization, s/h (MUST HAVE FLUFF AFTER.), forced/painful birth? yeah thats the shit Fluff

WE DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THESE IN A NONCON WAY. KUDOS TO YOU IF YOU HAVE A STABLE AND HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP WHILE BEING THE KINKIEST COUPLE BUT IRL DOING ANY NON CON IS A NO NO NO

We Will NOT Do:

forced de-transitioning whump on babys/kids NSFW with children racist stuff humans x like. a animal which is not at a similar same brain level

**We do majority non-female ships. Anything else please do ask. -> Literally just send us an ask with your best-worst fantasies and as long as you put the appropriate tws on top we're good.

Fandoms we're in:

CRK - Cookie Run Kingdom -charas we play depends on ships TSS - Thomas Sander Sides -we'll play roman, orange?, janus, remus, patton, and/or logan but not virgil, remy, or emilie (you can play em if you want, we wont);; no nico/thomas/friends in the rps unless just vaguely mentioned, sorry MHA - My Hero Academia -aosihde we'll play. alot of them. we love LOV in this household just a btwDS - Demon Slayer -y e s. demons, slayers, y e s OCS - Original Characters (ASK ABOUT THEM!)

DNI

-pedos/maps/pears/minor x adult -queerphobic at all (mspec lesb, aspec, no labels, contradicting, pronoun policing yeah any of that shit and ur blocked. bye.) -racist of any fucking sort -paras are okay but if you act on them irl please dni -irl procontact, no please

Antiendos can interact but we are partially endogenic and will likely block you if you have "endos dni" anywhere on pinned or profile.

[dredshirtroberts]

Sometimes...Sometimes I get just so angry at my parents. Not for things they're currently doing - haven't heard from either of them in a few weeks. But for figuratively and literally handicapping me from easily navigating the social requirements of adulthood in a late-stage capitalist society.

And i can't say a damn thing on anywhere that family follows because you don't say bad things about your parents! they raised you! they sacrificed for you!

Bullshit.

They did no such fucking thing. Dad always had whatever gadget or geegaw he wanted - he was into computers before home computers were widely a thing, and he liked the newest, fanciest stuff. From Macintosh. Even now, the man will not stray from brand loyalty - gotta hand it to him, that's certainly a thing you can be is loyal. IDK why he chose Apple, or the republican party, or my mom (okay probably because she was hot - i've got good genes on that front and it's disingenuous to pretend that's not a million percent the reason my parents got together and ended up making me) but he did and he has stuck with those things for decades.

They also didn't do much raising of me. They sheltered me, sure. They fed me, made sure i was clothed. But they didn't... spend time with me. Unless they had to or it made them look good.

All of my memories of them from childhood are them checking in on me while i've been playing alone for what seemed like hours. Mostly to tell me i've made a mess and need to clean up or there will be punishment, or that it was time for a meal and to get ready to eat - but first pick up your toys.

I wasn't told how to clean up - i was just supposed to know. I wasn't told how to make friends, i was just told "Go talk to them!" but i was also taught to wait until you were acknowledged because interruptions were rude.

i was taught how to balance a checkbook. So i could access my allowance that theoretically didn't exist unless i asked for the money using the fake checks.

Most of my memories of childhood are being yelled at for not doing something I was just supposed to have known I guess - things I learned later that you have to be taught because I did eventually learn how to do it. But I was an adult.

And now I'm 10 mushrooms in a trenchcoat (possibly more! who knows!) polyam, queer, fucking Bernie Sanders' version of Socialist (which i know is not terribly far left in the grand scheme of things, but considering my parents continue to support 45 i feel like it's a pretty big swing from the young-republican, hitler-youth looking ass i was when i was a teenager and couldn't know better because i was isolated from everyone), and my body is broken because no one cared enough to take me to a doctor when I was injured unless it would make my parents look bad if I accidentally told someone I hadn't gone.

My sister had parents. I had absentee alcoholic older siblings who didn't even want me in the first place. Dad has said so several times - never in a way meant to hurt me, but you can't just tell your child you wanted to run away when you found out their mother was pregnant, and you can't tell your child they are no longer your responsibility because they've crossed some age threshold and you haven't considered them your "responsibility" in years.

I am...apoplectic with rage some days. More on the days where old injuries are what's keeping me down, rather than just the general horrificness of my own cringefail body and the multiplicity paired with about 8 different neurodivergencies and mental illnesses. More on the days where I remember that there are people out there who were loved. More on the days where I am shown kindness and compassion from those who shouldn't give it to me because I haven't had to earn it yet.

More on the days where I am struggling to try and come to terms with the fact that I will never be what I once, physicality-wise. More on the days where I look back at my life, at all of the decisions and choices I made - see that they were similar to or better than the ones my parents made, that I followed all the rules and directions as best I possibly fucking could...

...and yet I am blamed that I couldn't recover on my own from financial abuse that drained me more than dry. I am blamed for not being able to bootstrap it up because they did. I am blamed for not asking for help from people who never admitted they needed help until it was already too late for me to learn and they never offered help unless i'd fucked up first and then berated me for it.

I...

I am just so angry. And I want to publicly shame my parents for how they treated me. I want to publicly shame everyone who has treated me poorly because I DIDN'T DESERVE IT.

But that's impolite. So I won't.

...y e t.

[lampd-intheface]

Roman: Isn’t loving someone so much you forget to hate yourself so romantic?

Patton, sighing happily: Yes!

Roman: Even you, the Dreariest of them All, agree, right, Virgil?

Virgil: No.

Roman, indignant: And why not?

Virgil, looking slightly uncomfortable: Self-hatred isn’t so easily forgotten, Princey.

Virgil: Anyway, I prefer loving someone so much that it makes me want to be a better person

Roman, Patton and Logan: *heart eyes but also they're holding back tears hol y crap???*

[romansleftshoulderpad]

Friendly reminder that “Polyam Sanders” can be used for any non-monogamous ship, not just LAMP

[sanders-sides-theories]

Ok so we all know the “person a is flirting with person b in a different language not knowing that Person b knows it too” trope, but what about “person b only knows some of the language and picks up on random words.” Like person a is just going on and on then person b is sitting there so confused like “eyes? Yeah what about them? WAIT I’M BEAUTIFUL???? KISS??? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???” Sorry that just popped into my head and I can’t get it out.