You Get Me One. You Try And Figure Out Which I Am.

aha real funny how i then stayed up too late drawing these– BASED ON THAT TWEET !!

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I may have imagined Janus in a Dr Facilier costume...

*Thinks back to every “Friends on the Other Side” Animatic I’ve ever seen*

You might have a point. o///o

Soulmate September - Day 12

Day 12 - You meet your soulmate in your dreams every night.

Pairing(s): Romantic Remile, Romantic Moceit, Romantic Dukexiety, Past Romantic Dukeceit

TWs: sexual language, mentions of childbirth, Remus being Remus, swearing

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Emile Picani knew something was up with his soulmate.

Their link, as almost all did, formed when they were twelve. And right off the bat, when his soulmate kept flitting in and out of sight, he knew their first meeting would be interesting. Emile had sat up from his dream bed to see a young boy with raven hair that shone a dazzling blue in the light, and pale skin adorned with freckles that stood out like stars in the night sky. 

So sue him, Emile was going through a poetic phase. 

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Logan: Janus isn’t exactly a team player.

Patton: What do you mean?

Logan: Just earlier he told me that I was the only other side here with any braincells. Then he asked me to “come be gay and evil with him because we could tear the mindscape apart, figuratively.”

Patton: Oh, well what did you say back?

Logan: I accepted, of course. Which reminds me that I should be going.

Yup!

I miss kingxiety

I want some kingxiety please

Please give it to me, steal my credit card or something, please

a smiling purple virgil appears!

Soulmate September 3 - Animal that only you and your soulmate can see, dukexiety

@tsshipmonth2020

(Tw for breaking the law)

It was common courtesy to ignore your familiar when in public.  Petting and cooing at an invisible creature was considered rude to those around you- and Virgil was an expert at following social guidelines.  

Certainly, the little bat was horribly annoying, fluttering around his head and hanging from the collar of his shirt, but he ignored it better than anyone else he knew.  He'd even been asked a few times if he even had one, by people who asked questions that were just too invasive.

Still, it was rude to dote on your familiar in public, so when Virgil met his soulmate, he was less focused on the fact that he could see the transparent blue platypus on the man's shoulder and more focused on the fact that his soulmate was babying the thing, cooing and scratching it under its chin, petting it like it was a real animal.

Impulse alone had Virgil marching up to the park bench the man sat at and slapping his hand away from it.

"You aren't supposed to do that," he growled, and the other glanced at him with a surprised look on his face, eyes wide and a sickly green.  Then he grinned, and it was too sharp- a little too terrifying.

"There's a lot of things I'm not supposed to do that I still do, darling!  You want to hear another one?!" And without another word, he stood, smashed Virgil's cheeks between his hands, and kissed him.  Virgil jerked back, stumbling and tripping backwards over his feet when his soulmate released him, and he fell to the ground harshly as the man cackled.

"You're crazy," Virgil hissed, mind spinning with suddenly anxious thoughts.  "We aren't supposed to kiss until we get registered, you just broke the law, what is wrong with you?!"

"Bleh, conservative laws never really suit me!  Wanna do it again?  Felt nice, didn't it?" He grinned.  Virgil hated the fact that he was right, he was already craving more.

"I don't even know your name yet," he said instead of answering the question, and the man gave a dramatic bow.

"Remus, at your service, beautiful!" He exclaimed, then squatted in front of the fallen one.  "Wow!  So you got a bat?  He's so cute!  I've always loved bats!  Imagine flying with your fingers!" His voice was practically a squeak as he reached out to Virgil's familiar, and the bat flew from Virgil's collar to immediately rest in Remus' hand, squeaking as he pet and scratched its little head.

"I can't believe that you're what I got stuck with," Virgil said in a whispered tone, and Remus flinched, though his smile didn't falter.

"Yeah, I expected that kind of reaction," he said.  "My brother always used to tell me that not even my soulmate could love me, so I'm not surprised.  That's why I wanted to kiss you right away!  If we get registered, you can never be with anyone else, but I wanted to be a little selfish before I let you go!" He blew on the bat so it took the hint to flutter back to Virgil.  "At least this way you'll be able to be with a soulless.  I was just- fate's mistake," he giggled emptily.  Virgil's bat chirped sadly.

"... that's not-" Virgil started, but faltered.  "Fate isn't ever wrong," he said in a final tone, and Remus glanced to him, lips pouted outward.

A beat, and then-

"You're kinda stupid," Remus said, and he was cackling again as Virgil's face turned red.

"It's not!" He insisted as his soulmate laughed at him. "Really!"

"Okay," Remus said, cackles lowering to giggles.  "Prove it.  Prove that fate isn't wrong."

"How do I do that?"

Remus pretended to think before speaking.  "We could always kiss again.  Or do another lovely little crime, maybe~ wanna burn down a building?  Shoplift?"

For a moment, Virgil was silent, and then- "... Graffiti?" He suggested softly, and his soulmate immediately brightened.

"So I didn't get completely stuck with a Do-Gooder!"

"One painting, and then we get registered, like we're supposed to."

"Sure, if you still believe fate is 'never wrong' after spending that much time with me!"

Slowly, Virgil pushed himself up, avoiding the other's gaze.  "... I know a spot that's out of the public eye.  We won't get caught.  I just… I haven't, in a while."

"Abandoned your life of crime to follow the path of good?  How boring!  Well, I'm glad we were assigned to each other- I get to drag you right back!"

Virgil snorted.  "As if.  This is one crime, and then we're doing things my way- registration, and seeing where we go from there."

Remus smiled in a way that had Virgil doubting he understood, but he decided he could handle it.  If he didn't learn to love this guy, it meant fate was wrong- that everything Virgil had been taught was wrong.

It wasn't like there was nothing to admire.  Remus had a pretty face.  But… well, as far as Virgil could see so far… that was it.  That was the only thing in it for him, and he wasn't near that shallow, to be satisfied with looks.  And yet…

"I'm Virgil, by the way," he huffed, turning on his heel to lead the way, and Remus jumped to follow.

"Nice to meetya!" Remus cheerfully squeaked.  "You got money?"

"Enough to get paint, yeah," he huffed.  Then, after a pause, "... we are not shoplifting the paint."

"Aw," the other said with a pout that was bordering on cute.

Once they'd bought the spray paint, Virgil led Remus through a few alleyways and into an abandoned building.  Experienced hands pulled a green paint and a purple paint from his bag, shaking them almost carelessly as they passed dozens of graffiti covered walls.

"This place has been abandoned for years," he explained.  "They're gonna tear it down later this summer, so there's really no harm in-"

"Are all of these yours?" Gasped Remus in an awed voice, and Virgil spun his head to see the other tracing his fingers wide-eyed over the paintings.  The building was dark, but light shone through a window, reflecting off the silver dye in Remus' hair and his green eyes.  The low light turned his eyes from a sickly green to an emerald.  He was practically shining.  Virgil barely held in a gasp.

"Uh," he exclaimed intelligently.  "Yeah, they're mine."

"They're fantastic," Remus exclaimed, and Virgil found his cheeks going pink.  Which was a good sign, but he still despised the added embarrassment.  

"...yeah, they're whatever," Virgil said, looking away.  "Let's just get this over with so we can get registered."

"You really have a one track mind, huh?" Remus giggled.  "This is bonding time, my darling!  Have a little fun!" He shoved past Virgil, yanking the green paint from his hand and spraying it across the wall.  Up and down as he walked, and then a little ways away, he stopped.  "Perfect!" The man exclaimed, having written "Fuck" across the wall in fancy cursive letters.  Virgil just felt he should be impressed that Remus had done it backwards.

"That's a waste of space," he declared, and Remus rolled his eyes.

"You said they were tearing it down anyway.  No need to be a perfectionist for art that's gonna get destroyed!"

"...yeah, I guess you're right," Virgil huffed, but still pulled his own paint back further to spray at Remus' work, littering the word with speckles of purple.

"Nice," Remus declared.  "You just committed a crime."

"You have made me commit multiple crimes today."

"I didn't force you to do this.  You wanted to, didn't you?  Just as easily, we could have kissed again, and that'd be that.  And yet…" Remus trailed off with a grin.  "Here we are.  The crime you wanted to do."

Virgil didn't dignify that with a response for a second.  "... it's just been a while, okay?" He said as he found a clear stretch of wall.  He pulled out a pink spray and began to shake it.  "I used to do this all the time in high-school.  It was a stress thing."

"So?" Remus prompted, and Virgil hummed a confused note when he didn't continued.  "Did you stop being stressed?"

"No," Virgil replied with a short laugh, spraying his paint across the wall.  "I think I just- stopped having the extra time."

"But you enjoy it," Remus stated, and Virgil paused, deliberating on his answer.  

"... yeah, I enjoy it.  That doesn't make it good to do."

"If you're gonna be registered to me, you're gonna have to get used to doing bad things.  It's my whole brand," he said cheerfully, petting the head of the platypus still lazily hanging off of his shoulder.  

If he hadn't felt so relaxed by all this, Virgil might have argued- but there was something about returning to graffiti that soothed all the anxieties he had.  

He hadn't been this relaxed since he was a kid.

"I think I can handle that," he finally said.  "Every once in a while.  Not all the time, but… special occasions.  Your birthday."

"And Christmas!" Remus exclaimed, and Virgil rolled his eyes.

"Every other holiday."

"Deal!  We'll work our way up from there, won't we?" He said, and he was talking to the platypus now.  Virgil blinked at it carefully before setting his paints down.

"Can I-?" He faltered, but he didn't need to ask.  Remus smiled, and without another word, he lifted the platypus from his shoulder to hold out to the other.

"We're not technically in public… He likes getting scratched on the head," Remus explained.  "Especially the back.  Just be careful because some platypuses- platypi? Have spurs on the back of their heels, and while I don't know if that translates to life from the soul realm I do think it is worth looking out for," he said, nodding sagely.

Virgil nodded, careful as he placed a hand on the creature's forehead.  It was oddly soft- softer than his bat, he thought, which was currently resting on Remus' head.  It made a strange little noise as he pet it before he finally, very carefully lifted the lazy thing into his arms.  

"Oh," he breathed softly.  "He's actually kinda cute.  Really weird looking, but cute.  Suits you."

"Aw, you think I'm cute," Remus giggled, but stopped as Virgil nodded.

"I do.  You are."

He really didn't have much to say to that.  Except…

"Would you mind breaking that law again?" He asked, and Virgil blinked away from the platypus to Remus.  "That- I mean-"

"Kiss?" Virgil asked, and Remus nodded eagerly.  

Virgil glanced again to the platypus in his arms, to the barely-there graffiti on the walls, and focused on the relaxed feeling in his chest- focused on how now, in this moment, he had never felt less afraid of the law.

"Have I convinced you that fate is always right, yet?" He teased instead of answering.

"I think I'll know for sure if I get to kiss you again," Remus responded, so Virgil leaned forward, tilting his chin up just a little and pecking the kiss to his lips- holding it there for a few seconds, and when he pulled back, Remus looked gorgeously dazed.

"... alright, you win," Remus said on a breath.

Surrounded by graffiti and having broken the law three times in one day with the full intention to do it again, Virgil wondered if that was the truth for just a second before he decided that they were very much both winners in this situation.

You, uh, got something on your arm.

Janus

fun fact for those who don’t know this but when a snake (or just about anything) is born with two heads like that, it is indeed called a janus, thus this would be called a janus snake. snakes are far more likely to be born with two heads than any other species, iirc