[ID: A drawing of Janus and Remus against a white background. Janus wears a black bathrobe and yellow slippers. Remus wears a green t-shirt, black shorts, and two bandaids on his legs. Janus hands Remus a video game controller. Remus grabs at it with both hands. The controller has the image of a goose next to it. In yellow text Janus says “Here, be a horrible goose and leave me be.” In green text, Remus responds “Thank.”
The second image is a closeup of the same drawing. It shows Remus’ face. It has a grey grid filter and white text on the top and bottom. The top text reads “No thoughts”. The bottom text reads “brain scrambled egg”. /End iD]
Remus would be a God at this game. he wouldn't even need to look at the tasks, he just does the first most chaotic thing that comes to his mind and boom! another task completed HHHHHHHH
Logan had a problem. It was a bit of a big problem too. The issue wasn’t the problem itself, no- Logan loved problems, loved coming up with solutions for them, loved thinking up new ways to solve them, loved being able to come at things from an analytical and logical standpoint to figure it out. But… this problem was more abstract than that…
It was, purely emotional- to put it simply. And of course it had to be the most confusing, strange, convoluted emotion of all. Love. Even saying it made Logan’s head spin. Who would have thought that the one thing that distracted Logan and kept him from working would be- Roman.
Roman, who Logan once saw his outbursts and fits of passion as annoying, now saw that they were Roman expressing his love for things- going on about the things he cared about, talking about his dreams and what he loved, his eyes lighting up, his voice getting excited. How Logan longed to be the subject of one of those rambles.
Roman, who’s optimism and brightness and joy had once frustrated Logan, now made the corner of his mouth twitch up into a smile whenever he ever thought about it- he saw how Roman’s outlook on life let him be who he was.
Logan saw how Roman put his entire soul, his whole being, into the things that he created, saw how he put his soul into all of his creations, saw how he would stay up until ungodly hours of the morning just to put finishing touches onto a project, making sure that it was perfect, just how he wanted.
Oh, how could Logan ever measure up?
Logan could frequently be found in the memory archives- looking back at Roman, looking at the things he did- his smile, his laugh, him talking about his ideas… and most of the time, Logan would leave happy- would leave with a smile on his face.
But not today. Today, Logan felt his throat close up as he looked at the first memory, he felt his eyes sting as he watched- and as he set the memory away he felt tears roll down his cheeks. Because why, why in the world would Roman ever love him? Why would he ever love Logan, who couldn’t even find the courage to tell him how he felt, couldn’t even get out his feelings? Logan, who did his best to try not to show emotion, when Roman did the opposite, displaying how he felt with pride.
And of course, it was Logan’s luck that Patton happened to be in the archives that day. Patton’s cheery voice could be heard as he walked through the archives.
“Logan? Are you in here? Roman and I were working on something and we wanted help finding the memory of-” but then Patton abruptly cut himself off when he saw Logan, leaning against the bookshelf nearest to him, a hand clapped over his mouth, trying to stop crying and breathe normally. “Logan? What’s wrong?” he asks worriedly, moving closer to the other.
Logan’s eyes widened because, shit- no one was supposed to know that he had feelings or that he could cry.
“I-I’m quite alright, P-Patton, really.” Logan says shakily, sniffling. Patton doesn’t buy it for a second, and he quickly moves forwards, wrapping Logan in his arms.
“You clearly aren’t, Lo.” he tells the logical side, wrapping him in his arms. And then Logan is done. He collapses into Patton’s arms and he’s openly sobbing now, too far gone to care about try to stifle his cries. Patton gently shushes him, sinking to the floor, sitting there and holding Logan in his arms. Patton gently rubbed his back, letting Logan cry against him.
After Logan calms, Patton keeps his arms around him, not moving away from him just yet. “Lo… what got you so upset?” he asks him, his forehead creased in worry.
“I…” Logan doesn’t know how to answer that. How to say that he was constantly in a state of emotional torment, full of longing for something, someone, that he obviously cannot have. “I love him.” he decides is the best way to start. “And every time I see his smile I want to kiss him until the sun explodes and consumes the Earth- and every time he sings I want to listen to him for hours, and every time his stupid optimism overtakes him it makes me want to shelter him from whatever could possibly dim it. But it… hurts. Because I know that this is one sided, I know that he’d never love me the same. And… this pain… I’m okay with it. Because I’m dull and plain and everything that he isn’t. I’ve decided that this hurt… that’s what love is. Not the glittery fantasies that he wants, and I know I will never be able to give that to him. And even though he’ll never love me the same, I’ve decided to hold onto this little glimmer of hope that he will.” Logan says, and he takes a breath in, and somewhere during his monologue Logan had started crying- he didn’t know when- but he slips off his glasses, wiping the tears with his sleeve.
Patton is silent for a long moment, before he speaks softly.
“Logan- first off, you might want to look into a future in poetry, that was a beautiful monologue- and second, please, don’t take this in the wrong way- you’ve got to be incredibly dense if you believe a single word you just said.” he tells him firmly. “You’re not bland, or boring, or anything else that you said- and if anything else- you two are like the sun and the moon- Roman is the sun, and you are the moon, reflecting back the best parts of him. And sure, you two may technically be opposites- but you compliment each other perfectly- and in the end, you belong together.” he tells him.
Logan doesn’t believe him. It’s apparent from the look on his face that he doesn’t. “Thank you Patton, for calming me.” he tells him, before he moves to stand, getting up and off of the floor where he and Patton had been sitting, leaving Patton frowning on the floor. “I’m afraid that I’ve used up time supposed to be spent working for… this. I have much to do. Good day.” he bids, before turning to go, leaving Patton on the floor to watch as he went.
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It was a few days after everything had happened- Patton slowly was growing more and more worried about the logical side, and it had gotten to the point where he had decided to enlist Janus’ help- telling him what had happened with Logan, and with his help- the two decided that they would attempt to get the two of them together- as Roman and Logan seemed content to ignore their feelings like one would ignore weird noises in the night in hope that they would go away.
Over these days- they had tried to force the two to talk about their feelings- to no avail and much to Logan’s annoyance, because he’d rather ignore these feelings until they went away, thank you very much.
Because of Janus and Patton’s constant trying to get Logan to speak to Roman, it was only natural that Logan constantly had Roman on his mind. It was quite annoying- and while Logan sometimes enjoyed entertaining the thoughts of a relationship with Roman, it was becoming all-consuming to the point where he wouldn’t be able to get any work done, and if Logan hated anything, it was functioning suboptimally.
It didn’t help that said creative facet had just currently walked straight (or gay, depending on how you look at it), into Logan’s room, causing the other to let out a groan of annoyance, shuting his laptop as Roman flopped down onto the bed.
“Do you need something, Roman?” Logan asks, his voice coming out a little harsher than he intended for it to.
“Yeah, actually- I was wondering what was up with you? Did I do something wrong?” he asks, frowning a bit as he looked at Logan, his tone not the best as well- going off of Logan’s.
“No- you didn’t do anything.” Logan says, his tone clearly dismissive.
“Oh- really? Because you’ve been glaring at me for a few days now, and avoiding me as well.” he tells him, getting a bit upset with him. Bad enough that Logan didn’t like him- he was ignoring him too- any hope that Roman may have had was now thoroughly squashed.
“Yeah, like you know what it’s like to be ignored.” Logan mutters, sending a glare Roman’s way. Roman’s mouth opens and closes at that- not sure how to respond, but with-
“What the fuck is your problem!?” he asks, wincing at that, because of course Roman messed this up, of course he insults Logan, shit, he can’t do anything right can he?
“You’re the problem!” Logan shouts suddenly, because Roman /is/ the problem, and the problem is that he can’t just stop thinking about him, whipping around and looking at Roman, causing Roman to sit up, blinking.
Roman flinches at the shout. …oh. He’s the problem. /He’s/ the /problem/. Because Roman is always nothing more than a problem, isn’t he? Nothing more than an obstacle, constantly in people’s way, constantly in Logan’s way, making it harder to do his job, messing up everything that he had to do. Roman had ignored him, just like Logan had said- and now Logan hated him and Roman would never have a chance- and oh no, Roman was selfish too because here he was, only thinking about how this meant that he didn’t have a chance and-
“Roman- stop-” Logan says, abruptly breaking Roman out of his thoughts. The room had begun to blur around the edges- everything becoming just a little bit fuzzy- Roman’s spiral affecting the room. “That’s not what I meant I-”
Roman looks over at Logan. “Then what did you mean?” he asks, confused.
“Damnit- Roman, I’m in love with you!” Logan says, looking over at him.
“You- what?” Roman asks, too stunning to even speak properly. He couldn’t believe that Logan- Logan- actually liked him. “You- you’re serious?” he asks.
“Yes! You’re amazing and wonderful and god, you’re practically my entire world at this point but I couldn’t tell you because you wouldn’t like me and holy shit I told you and you don’t like me-” he says, realizing that he’d confessed about ¾ way through his confession.
“I wouldn’t like you? Logan you’re the one who wouldn’t like me!” Roman tells him, and he gets closer to Logan, moving closer, and gently reaches out a hand, extending it to Logan.
“You- you like me?” Logan asks hesitantly, and when he gets a nod of confirmation, instead of taking the hand, he leans down, grabbing Roman by the sash and pulling him up for a kiss, crashing their lips together. Roman lets Logan pull him up, absolutely melting into it, his eyes closing as he let Logan lead it- after a moment, the two of them pulling away.
“Seems we were both wrong, weren’t we Specs?” Roman asks with a little smile.
“It seems we were.” Logan agrees, before kissing him again.
Summary: Roman has a wall, in his room. And on that wall, he can see the insults people think.
Words: Approx. 1k
Tw: Mild Descriptions of blood, self-hatred, crying, cruel words. (If there’s anything else, please let me know!)
Roman wasn’t just creativity. He was the unloved romantic one, the insecure confident one, the ego. Maybe that’s why he was cursed with The Wall. The Wall that showed him every insult every side had ever thought.
It was in his room, right behind his desk, so he had to look at it whenever he was working. At first, long ago, The Wall didn’t bother him. Occasionally, a word would appear, in the color of whatever side it was directed at, the initials of the side that thought it underneath.
The words or phrases wouldn’t come often, but it was pretty evenly distributed between the sides. When they did, Roman would ignore them, unless they had been said out loud- then, he’d go and find the side that said them, and encourage them to apologize.
Once, he had invited Patton into his room for a sleepover, and he had seen The Wall, and had burst into tears. Then, the wall had been small, only a few insults and harsh thoughts, but since then, Roman had willed it away. The only problem is… he could still see it, though the others could not.
It started slowly, so slowly that Roman wasn’t even sure if he was seeing it properly, but soon, he saw more and more red text begin to appear all over the wall. Harsh criticisms, a bit more than the petty insults of long ago. Roman found himself crying himself to sleep more and more often, hung up on something from Logan saying he was useless and impractical, a word from Patton saying he was too loud, and something from Virgil saying he was annoying and stupid.
So after years and years of seeing these insults on the wall, it was mostly red. Roman tried not to say or even think insults anymore, knowing how much hurt they could cause. And after all these years, of course Roman jumps onto Deceit’s words in the courtroom, desperate for any sort of compliments after years and years of staring at the Wall, redder and redder until there was barely any blue or purple or navy. He went along with Deceit’s words, and then at the end, he switched and went with Patton.
But Roman made the wrong choice at the courtroom. Of course he did. And the wall grew, creeping off of one wall, and spreading to the ones right next to it,the red creeping out and to the sides, ever expanding. As the date of the wedding drew closer, Roman couldn’t even keep up with how fast the words spread onto the wall.
Maybe- maybe that was why Roman snapped, in the living room that day. When Deceit Janus, revealed his name, Roman laughed, he did, and he felt bad for it right after. Then, Janus’s next words hit him- like a slap in the face. The next minute was a blur, not the hero, evil twin, mustache, we love you no you don't, and he sinks out without really thinking about it, falling down against the wall and closing his eyes, letting the tears escape.
His head turns, and he spots a stark yellow word on the wall, in contrast to all the red. “Janice? What are you, a middle-school librarian?” sits there, with Roman’s initials next to him, and Roman cries harder, because he was the only one who deserved to be on the wall, because Roman was horrible, terrible, worthless,useless.
He scratches at the wall with his nails, breaking them and even when he scratches off the paint, the plaster, the wood underneath still holds the insult. Roman collapses against the wall, knuckles and nails bloody and torn, exhausted, physically and mentally. He looks around and watches as the red spreads like wildfire, coating the walls of the room, spreading over and over and over until everything is barely legible from the amount of writing on the wall.
This is how Patton finds him, going to check on him after the episode. He gasps, looking at the text, Roman not having the energy to keep it hidden. Tears spring to Patton’s eyes, taking in the words, and the bloody stains near the yellow one. Some he recognises from his own thoughts, and he chokes on his tears. Roman saw all of it?
Roman looks up when he sees Patton enter, and he thinks that now Patton knew he was weak, now Patton wouldn’t like him even more, and a new red word springs up. Patton sees it, a bold red “Unloved”, with… Roman’s initials next to them?
“Kiddo…” Patton says, the breath leaving him. He rushes forwards, wrapping Roman in a tight hug, tears brimming in his eyes. Roman doesn’t want to lean into the hug, doesn’t want to accept it, doesn’t think he deserves it, but eventually he gives in, clinging on to Patton like he might be snatched away at any moment. Roman cried until he couldn’t anymore, staying in Patton’s arms for hours, before slumping forwards and passing out from the breakdown.
Patton would carry Roman out of the room, laying the exhausted prince on the couch and tearfully explaining to the others what he had seen. Logan would bandage Roman’s hands, a few tears falling from his eyes at how stupid they all had been. Virgil would stay with Roman until he woke up, anxiously telling him that he didn’t mean anything he had said. And Janus would go into Roman’s room and look at The Walls, a pounding headache from all the lies written upon it.
Janus read every single insult, every lie, every truth, everything somewhere in between, but- he couldn’t help but notice that most of the red text, the harshest, cruelest words, all seemed to come from Roman himself.
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omniscient narrator who immediately contradicts the characters (“This is fine,” she said. It was, in no way, shape, or form, fine.)
deadpan jokes while swordfighting
the “I FUCKING LOVE MY WIFE” guy
oblivious pining that slowly escalates until A is going on page rants about how pretty B’s eyes are but still doesn’t seem to recognize they’re in love
Strong Leader Type having to physically fall down in order for the other characters to see how exhausted they are
funny villains who talk and make jokes with their heroes while they’re fighting them
the villains presented as the protagonists
*increasingly pulls out bigger and bigger weapons from more unlikely places*
“I said all of your weapons” *pulls out more*
“ALL OF THEM” *pulls out one last tiny dagger*
traumatized character using humor to cover up ptsd
characters going out for a break at a restaurant/movie/whatever and something bad happening
using the “*gasp* what’s that over there???” trick to avert the enemy’s attention and it working
a villain’s weakness being something totally random and nonsensical
a hero duo arguing over who’s the sidekick while fighting a villain
“don’t be silly, we don’t need [important thing]” “you lost it, didn’t you?” “yeah”
“what’s the one thing I told you not to do tonight?” “raise the dead” “and what did you do?” “raised the dead”
“I think that went pretty well” *explosion in the distance*
@romanapologist made an /amazing/ Picrew! Here’s mine, I highly recommend you go check out their blog, it’s absolutely amazing, I love their style so flipping much omg!
Logince where in a move to impress his crush Roman takes a leaf out of Beauty and the Beast's book and creates Logan a huge library and shows it to him.
Logan, for once in his life, is speechless. He's so impressed. He loves it more than anything in the world. He's tearing up.
"Roman" he says softly. "You did this for me?"
Roman can't stop grinning. "Of course my love. Do you like it?"
"Like it?" Logan says, reaching out for a red book on a near shelf. "I love it!" He leafs through the book before closing it again and staring at the cover.
"These books all look so delicious!!" he exclaims, before taking a bite of the one he's holding.
