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Little Roman playing the floor is lava, because his big brother Virgil taught him how-

Not exactly what you asked for, but... I have no excuse, I just love The Others.

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Roman hopped from one couch cushion to the other on sock-clad little feet.

"Oh no, Roman, you almost touched the lava!" Virgil cried dramatically from his spot perched on the back of the couch.

Roman's little giggles filled the air as he collapsed over the ottoman.

"What're you guys playin'?" Remus asked from the doorway.

"Floor is lava!" Roman yelled.

Remus quickly jumped onto the armchair.

"Quick learner," Virgil remarked. "You gotta keep moving so the lava doesn't get you. Like this," Virgil said, carefully lowering himself onto one of the cushions that had been strewn about the room. From there, he used the coffee table as something to lean on to jump further to another cushion.

Soon all three boys were scrambling around the room to avoid the lava. At one point, Remus lost his arm to the lava ("Like in Star Wars!" "You were supposed to have your eyes closed during that scene!").

"What's going on in here?" an amused voice asked.

The three froze mid-scramble with sheepish grins on their faces (except Remus's grin wasn't exactly sheepish).

"We're playing floor is lava, Daddy," Roman finally explained.

"Oh, really?" Janus asked, watching as Virgil nodded with his eyes narrowed. "Well. I'd love to join you, but you know, Father and Papa will be home from work soon. We wouldn't want them to see this mess."

Virgil's eyes flew to the clock, not that the five-year-old could read it much better than his four-year-old brothers. "Guys, clean it up!" he squealed, grabbing a couch cushion and starting to drag it back to its proper place. Roman and Remus were quick to follow his example, picking up the throw pillows.

With a small chuckle, Janus moved in to help his boys. After all, what was a little cleaning when it meant he got to hear those giggles earlier?

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OwO Mayhaps Roman backstory in your new serial killer au?

You mean NSMB? Absolutely.

Warnings: homophobia, stalking

Roman and Remus were raised by their grandmother after their parents disappeared mysteriously the day after they were born. Their grandmother, Abigail Princeton, was a prominent member of the community who had no time for shenanigans. Yeah, these two got in trouble a lot, especially Remus. Roman was her favorite, and she showed it. She would buy him nicer things than what Remus got, mostly. Not that Remus minded, because he and Roman shared everything. They were close as could be. By the time puberty hit, both of them very much knew they were gay. Their grandmother, a staunch conservative, could never know, so they made friends with a couple of girls and paid them out of their allowances to be their fake girlfriends occasionally. Roman, in the meantime, fell for a boy. I haven't named him yet, but I will now. We'll call him Matthew Hearst. And Roman fell hard. He became friends with Matthew and would do anything he said. The problem was that Matthew was a bit of a delinquent. When he asked Roman to steal, Roman did. And Roman got caught. He was grounded for three months. When those three months were up, he asked Matthew out. Matthew blew up, calling him a freak, and proceeded to avoid him. But Roman wasn't mad at him. He was still infatuated. He continued to do what could only be described as stalking Matthew for months, until Remus finally found out about it and stepped in. It took a lot of convincing, but Roman stopped. The next school year, sophomore year, another guy was the object of Roman's affections. Again, Remus had to intervene. Junior year, there was another. Remus stopped Roman from taking it too far. Senior year, shortly after they turned 18, Abigail died. She left the house to Roman. To spite the old lady, and because Remus was actually better with finances, he signed the house over to Remus. Both of them had started working at this point, both freelance, but their inheritance was enough that it would cover bills for years. After graduation, Remus made friends with Logan and went on to photograph crime scenes for detectives. Roman continued to work freelance, mostly drawing p*rn and furry art for commissions. Not that there's anything wrong with either of those things, it's just what seems to make the most commission money. When Janus moved into town, Remus became friends with him, but Roman never met him because Roman didn't drink and didn't bother with Remus's friends much. Roman had his own best friend, Patton. When Remus dragged him along to Janus's bar one night, though, Roman ordered a drink just as an excuse to talk to the beautiful man behind the counter. Remus, knowing Roman's... stalker-y history, asked if Roman liked Janus. Roman lied.

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Zombie apoc you say??? Hmm how about this for a prompt: Patton adopts every stray dog he finds, that now he has this doggo army that helps keep him safe from zombies. Ppl whisper tales of this tamer of wolves (even though none of them are wolves) and how fearsome he is, so when any of the otehr sides (you pick who/how may) meet him, they're kind of shocked he's this big sweetie

Janus's fingers tightened their hold on his crossbow, his other hand gripping his cane just as tightly as he made his way through the undergrowth. It was hard for him to move silently with his limp, so he already had a disadvantage. And he kept hearing things in the thick trees around the overgrown path.

There was a rustling behind him, and he turned, crossbow at the ready, only to see... a dog. A German Shepherd, panting and looking at him with a tilted head. He sighed and relaxed a little, letting the crossbow drop to his side. "Hi, lil' guy," he said, allowing himself a small smile.

Footsteps. Shambling footsteps. Janus whirled again, only to be knocked down, his crossbow falling from his hand and just out of his reach. A mass of rotting flesh, barely recognizable as a former human being at this point, stood over him. Janus closed his eyes.

A snarl sounded from behind Janus, and when he opened his eyes again, the dog was tearing into the creature's arm, driving it backwards and backwards and backwards. Janus scrambled to grab his crossbow, then turned toward the creature again. He took a deep breath, aimed, then fired with another breath, straight into the creature's skull.

"Dough!" a voice called. A man stumbled onto the path, flanked on either side by a dog, a St. Bernard on his left, and a bloodhound on his right. When he saw the scene before him his eyes crinkled in a smile above the bandana that covered his nose and mouth. "Good boy, Dough!"

Janus turned his crossbow on the man quickly, and the dogs all three growled lowly. "You're the Wolf Tamer..." Janus said slowly.

The man let out a bubbly giggle, lifting his hands in surrender. "I guess that's me. You alright, Buddy?"

"I just want to pass through the woods peacefully," Janus said, not lowering the crossbow. The dogs still had their teeth bared at him.

"I'm not gonna stop ya, Kiddo!" the Wolf Tamer answered, still appearing to be smiling behind the once-baby-blue bandana. "I was just gonna offer ya a warm meal and a place to sleep for the night."

Janus frowned, turning the idea over in his head. He could accept and be led straight into a path. Or he could go on, having run out of food and about to run out of medical supplies. "...Okay..." he said, finally lowering the crossbow.

"Great!" The man exclaimed. "My name's Patton, and the good boy who helped you is Cookie Dough!"

"...Janus," he answered as Dough licked his cheek, causing him to give another little smile. He stood up carefully, using his cane to help himself, and waving Patton away when he tried to get closer to help.

He crouched down carefully next to the dead creature to retrieve his crossbow bolt, laying his cane at his side. Then he stood carefully again with help from the cane, rolling his shoulders. "Lead the way."

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Patton scooped some of the stew, made with a mixture of canned vegetables and vegetables from Patton's own garden, into a bowl, offering it to Janus with a smile.

Janus took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the stew, before taking the offered spoon and getting a bite into his mouth. "Mmmh... That's delicious, Patton."

"And vegetarian!" Patton said proudly. "I only hunt to feed the puppers! But if you want meat, I can get some from the ice box for you!"

Janus shook his head. "This is fine, thank you..." He tilted his head. "Why do you have so many dogs?"

"Well... They need someone to take care of them," Patton said, occupying his hands with petting a little Chihuahua. "And they take care of me, too." He paused, frowning slightly. "They're no replacement for human company, though, that's for sure."

Janus sighed. "I hate to impose on you, but would you mind if a stayed for a few days?"

Patton brightened instantly. "Of course you can stay!"

Janus couldn't help but smile slightly back. "Only because I like Dough here so much, of course."

"Of course!" Patton answered with a grin.

Janus smiled, scratching behind Dough's ears. And if he caught Patton staring at him, he didn't say anything. But he may have smiled a bit more.

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Hi, so I'm back on my bullshit, have an Enchanted AU

Roman as Giselle ok? Ok.

Virgil as Robert

Patton as Morgan pls

Janus as Nancy

Logan as Edward, and I have a reason for this (the logic he's used to turned upside down in the real world, plus Logan as a chivalrous prince is something I need in my life)

Remus as Pip? Pls? Except he's actually a rat?

The Dragon Witch as Queen Narissa

Remy/Sleep as Nathaniel bc I'm taking out all the unnecessary jokes about Nathaniel's weight, making Remy still fat (and that's not a bad word, guys, I'm hella fat), and giving Rem a redemption arc to turn this au into Rosleepxiety

Anyway, just because I think you'll be interested @hitmewiththatfanart33 Should I write this? Cuz I've pretty much abandoned the other fic I was working on.

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You wanted prompts: Number 18 of the Meet Cutes with Intruality? (patton buys the ice cream)

Patton's first thought at the sight before him was 'Well, that's no good.'

There was a man sat on a park bench staring forlornly at a melting ice cream cone that was upside down on the concrete. The man was pretty even sad, Patton had to admit, his hair tied up in a messy bun with one grey streak running through it, his green eyes shining, a (surprisingly, given his sloppy, paint-splattered attire) well-kept mustache above pink lips.

But when Patton saw the pure disappointment written across the man's features, he knew he had to do something. He practically ran to the ice cream cart that had been set up across the park, and breathlessly asked the man there, "Can you make the same ice cream you made for the guy with the mustache earlier?"

The man paid no mind to the odd request and prepared the ice cream cone. Patton paid, said a quick thank you, and was off again.

The pretty man was still there, his head in his hands now.

Patton walked around in front of the bench and cleared his throat, holding out the ice cream.

The man looked up, then looked between the ice cream cone and Patton for a few moments, eyebrows raised. Tears shone in his eyes, and Patton knew that this wasn't about the ice cream, but this was the best he could do to help.

"I, um," Patton began, then cleared his throat again. "I bought this for you. You looked like you needed it."

The mustached man's expression took on a note of awe, and he carefully took the ice cream cone from Patton. "Thanks," he said hoarsely. "I've had... the shittiest day."

Patton nodded sympathetically. "Wanna talk about it?"

"Please?" the man asked.

Patton sat down next to him. "My name is Patton, by the way."

"Remus," said the other man, holding out his free hand for Patton to shake.

Patton noted that his hand was calloused. He wondered what kind of work he'd done to make it that way.

And as Remus launched into the story of his day, occasionally taking notes of ice cream, Patton knew he was in too deep. But he didn't mind. Not even with Remus's... odd turns of phrase. He listened, nodding occasionally and at some points even getting angry on Remus's behalf.

When they parted, they exchanged numbers. And Remus thanked Patton again.

"It was no trouble," Patton said.

Two days later, after getting to know each other over text, Remus asked Patton out for coffee. Patton said yes.

Two years later, after many dates, Patton asked Remus to spend the rest of his life with him. Remus said yes.

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what about toddler Logan/Roman discovering Crofter’s

A Sticky Situation

I see your / and raise you &!

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Thomas didn't know what he was expecting to see when he stepped into the kitchen, but it certainly wasn't this.

Logan's little jam-covered hands scrabbled angrily at the remarkably unbroken jar, which Roman held. The three-year-old smiled triumphantly at his little brother as he licked up the last of the Crofter's jam. The two-year-old brother stomped his foot petulantly as his bottom lip wobbled dangerously.

"What do you two think you're doing?" Thomas asked, causing both of the boys to look up at him, wide-eyed. Roman pointed at Logan. "Nice try, Ro, but I've caught you both sticky-handed," Thomas informed him. "Come on, you two, bath time."

Logan lit up and clapped his hands. Bath time was his favorite. Roman, on the other hand... "But Daddy!"

Thomas shook his head. "You're covered in jam. It's definitely bath time. Come on." With that, he scooped both of the boys up into his arms, smiling fondly. He'd have to remember to hide the Crofter's next time he bought it.

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Prince of the Sea Memes

Some of these were made by me, and others by @hitmewiththatfanart33.

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I am a weed

I have always been a weed

Plucked out of places

I didn't belong over and over

Now I have found

A natural front yard

Someone has spread wildflower seeds

And amongst the wildflowers

And the grasses

And the bees

And the other weeds

I have found my home