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🐍 Snake traits/headcanons:
cold-blooded
fangs + venomous bite
shedding
generally snake-like traits and behavior bcs yeah
Lies on this blog may occasionally be written like this.
This blog is:
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probably going to contain angst because you people adore emotional suffering
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first rp account ever so pls be patient with me while i figure stuff out. I will TRY to be as IC as I can but don't kill me if I'm not- I also literally got into the fandom March 2026-
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im transmasc, use he/him mostly but gender neutral pronouns are cool too
i really like janus and projecting onto him just a tiny bit /j
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*The words left his mouth in a voice that didn't sound entirely like his own*
*Then, abruptly, Janus sucked in a sharp breath. Color returned to his eyes as his pupils reappeared. He staggered slightly, his expression twisting into genuine horror*
** [ It's just so much more comfortable being in his skin instead ]
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If I had a nickel for every time someone said ‘this is a bad idea’ and was ignored immediately, I would have enough to fund a very expensive therapy bill.
Yes but it shouldn't be used as an umbrella term for someone's entire being. If someone is incompetent at skydiving, that doesn't make them an incompetent person.
I only lack in emotional knowledge because there is an entire side dedicated to Emotions. Patton wouldn't dedicate his time studying logistics, would he? He's incompetent logically, I'm incompetent emotionally. Neither of us fit under the umbrella term "incompetent"
If a person is missing proficiency in an area that affects nearly every decision they make, then maybe that deserves a bit more attention than "well, that's someone else's department."
If you genuinly believe that you do not have any, you are lying to yourself. And please, for someone who claims to be emotionless a lot of your actions seem very emotiondriven, not even getting started on the things Remus has told me aswell but even just from what I've seen, it's odd to so all that and still insist on being emotionless
My trait requires emotional input, not emotional drive. I need no emotions in order to consider them in decision making. Having emotions would take away my necessary objectivity when approaching a topic. I have no emotions. If I did, I would be faulty.
*Logan takes a moment to consider Janus' words. Repeating them in his mind and truly thinking of the "Why's" behind his thinking. A minute later, he speaks*
I'm not a whole person. I am a part of someone. I represent an argumentative tool. Emotions aren't part of that tool. I am logos, logical appeal. Emotions must be considered but they aren't used. I must cater to emotion without manipulating it. If I had emotion that wouldn't work properly. It'd fall apart.
To admit to feeling is to admit to failure. Astounding and surrounding failure.
You don't actually sound convinced that you lack emotions.
You sound terrified of what it would mean if you had them.
You say you're a tool. Fine. Let's work with that.
A calculator that occasionally overheats is still a calculator.
A compass that gets scratched is still a compass.
A logical appeal that experiences emotion is still a logical appeal.
The function doesn't vanish because the machine isn't perfect.
And frankly, Logan, your standards are absurd.
You expect yourself to embody pure logic while being part of a human being. A human being whose brain is literally built around emotional processing. Then, whenever evidence appears that you might not be some pristine exception to neuroscience, you treat it like a catastrophic malfunction.
Why?
Because if you're not perfect, then you've failed?
The point of Logic is to make sense. Emotions don't make sense. It's not like a scratched compass it's like getting a compass whose arrow can't spin. Its faulty. It's wrong
*Useless, he wants to say*
If every part of Thomas were to be emotional then he wouldn't be able to function properly. *news flash: he already doesn't. That man is a hot mess* I'm not saying that overall human reasoning is perfect, I'm saying that unfiltered Logic should be. If it doesn't make sense then it isn't doing it's job.
*He can't be wrong. He must be right. If he's not right then . . . then what has this all been for?*
*What Janus is saying goes directly against everything Logan is building himself upon. He's determined to build on this foundation, however unstable. And he is a stubborn bitch sometimes*
*The words left his mouth in a voice that didn't sound entirely like his own*
*Then, abruptly, Janus sucked in a sharp breath. Color returned to his eyes as his pupils reappeared. He staggered slightly, his expression twisting into genuine horror*
** [ It's just so much more comfortable being in his skin instead ]
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*Turns Janus into a kid with no memories after the age he is*
*Janus is standing near the mirror, smoothing down his gloves with his usual practiced calm, eyes narrowed at his reflection like he’s already arguing with it*
Hmph. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I was in a-
*There’s a sudden, sharp flicker in the air, like reality stuttering*
What-?
*The sensation hits all at once: height dropping, clothes swallowing him, voice catching in his throat as it climbs higher and softer. The reflection in the mirror warps and shrinks with him*
*And then it stops*
A much smaller figure stands where he was, blinking up at the mirror. The gloves hang off tiny hands. The expression is still "Janus," but without the weight behind it- confused, unguarded*
…Huh?
[#how the fuck do you write magic anon transformations- ]
[ If you do not want to be tagged in posts like these in the future tell me ]
*The little Janus immideately looked up when he heard the door knock and just as he was about to reply the door already opened, but as he didn't even remotely recognise the figure on the other side, Janus immideately looked quite wary, though he did not say anything*
[This young man looks as though he's questioning every single life decision he's ever made.]
Oooooookay, I'm going to take a wild guesssss and as-sssume this was not the work of anons. Would I be incorrect? -♠️
[He hesitates, his brow furrowing. Well, where his brows would be, anyway. The entire top half of his face has golden-greenish snake scales covering it...]
[Whoever he is, he seems to be contemplating how best to handle the situation. He doesn't look too pleased.]
It couldn't jussst be the de-aging, huh? They jussssssst had to take his memories, too!
*deep breath*
Alright, ressstart. My name is Gardner, and I am your... -♠️
[Wait, what exactly are they? I mean, they're friends, but it's not something that's ever really been stated aloud. Neither of them are really the sappy type...]
[This fellow Deceit pulls out a deck of cards, then backs adorned with a crisp scale pattern in gold. He begins shuffling them, though still keeping his eyes on Janus.]
[Gardner feels a little weird, talking to Janus like this. But, he also has no idea how to talk to children. He just has to hope that Janus doesn't remember any of this after the effects wear off, because it's going to be embarrassing if he does...]
*Janus nodded absentmindedly, though his expression looked like he was questioning something, most likely how this.. other Deceit was here if they belonged to someone else*
*Crowgan (Crow-Logan) appears to have stolen a little something from all of the sides to bring to his nest (pile of blankets in his room). He'll come back from being bird-brained in a day or two if you wish to wait. If you'd like to fight for it now though you're more than welcome*
*As Janus had finally found the reason behind missing he stopped for a moment to stare at the scenery, looking like he was genuinly weighing his options in the moment*
*Once Crowgan notices Janus he stares at him, tilting his head the way animals do when they are trying to understand something. Snakes and birds are both predator and prey to each other. Should Logan be scared of this snake man or not? If Logan were in his right mind he'd obviously know he'd have nothing to fear. Jusging based on the amount of trinkets and rocks surrounding him though, we're well beyond his state of "right mind"*
*Janus raised a brow ridge, one hand settling on his hip as he took in the frankly absurd collection of stolen treasures. His hat was there. Of course it was there. Nestled among blankets, and what appeared to be at least three other items that absolutely did not belong to Logan*
Well. That certainly answers a few questions.
*He took a cautious step forward, golden eye fixed on Logan as the Side tilted his head. Janus paused when he noticed the stare being directed at him, recognizing the instinctive calculation behind it*
Before you decide I'm either a threat or an afternoon snack, I'd like to point out that I am here for exactly one thing.
*Logan tilts his head to the other side. He doesn't react to Janus' comments. Can he even understand him?*
*When Janus takes a step forward he moves back. His wings fluff up in an attempt to make himself larger. 'Stay back' the motion says 'Don't come closer'. Seems he's chosen threat*
*Janus immediately stopped when Logan fluffed up, his posture shifting from forward intent to something far more measured. The raised wings, the defensive stance, it was clear enough*
Of course...
*He let out a slow exhale through his nose, shoulders easing slightly as he lifted both hands in a placating gesture. Not surrender, careful neutrality*
Alright, alright. No sudden movements.
*He shifted his weight back half a step, deliberately giving space. The message was simple: I’m not advancing*
*Logan watches for a few more minutes, his wings slowly lowering and his shoulders slowly untensing*
*Just as slowly, he rises to his feet. He takes a tentative step forward, then another, then another. He slowly circles Janus, not in a threatening way, more in a curious way. He's assessing for threats. When he comes full circle, his eyes land on Janus' capelet. He extends one of his wings to their full length*
*Is he- ... does he think Janus' cape is a pair of wings?*
*Janus blinked once, slowly, as Logan extended his wing toward him. His gaze tracked the motion, then drifted to his own capelet as if checking whether it had somehow changed in the last five seconds*
…Pardon?
*He tilted his head slightly, voice edged with genuine confusion*
*Logan nudges Janus' cape with his wing. He thinks Janus is bebe birb who needs to be taught how to use his wings. He folds and unfolds it twice more before staring at Janus expectantly*
*Janus stared at the wing, then at his capelet, then back at Logan*
…Right.
*He carefully lifted one side of his capelet between two fingers, letting it fall back into place with deliberate slowness, as though demonstrating its existence to a particularly confused museum visitor*
This is not a wing.
*He paused, choosing his words with visible restraint*
It is fabric. Decorative fabric. Attached to my shoulders on purpose.
*Logan still looks confused. He frowns and damn if that isn't funny. Seeing the normally stoic and neutral Logic pouting like a child without candy is quite the amusing sight*
*He pokes at the cape slightly, trying to see what it does. When it just acts like a piece of cloth he pokes it again. Huh. Weird.*
*Janus let out a quiet, deep sigh through his nose, the kind that suggested he was exercising immense self-control rather than genuine frustration*
Alright...
*He gently but firmly moved the poking wing away from his capelet, not swatting it, just redirecting it as one might guide an overly curious animal away from something fragile*
*His gaze briefly flicked back toward the surrounding nest of stolen objects, lingering on his hat before pointing at it, trying yet again to maybe get his hat back without outright taking it*
*Logan retreats his wing and follows Janus' gaze. Oh. The nest. Oh- He understands now!*
*Logan quickly grabs Janus' arm, nodding enthusiastically. He drags him over to the nest and practically throws him into it. It doesn't hurt to fall, given that it's practically just a big pile of blankets but still, it's startling nonetheless. Logan himself plops down next to Janus and apparently makes himself comfy and cozy in his nest*
*The sudden grab earned exactly half a second of genuine surprise before Janus found himself unceremoniously deposited into a mountain of blankets*
*There was a muffled whump as he landed, capelet askew and dignity taking significantly more damage than the fall itself*
*For several long seconds, Janus simply sat there*
*Then he slowly looked down at the blankets beneath him*
*Looked at the surrounding collection of stolen treasures*
*Looked at his hat*
*And finally looked at the bird-brained Logic who had apparently decided this arrangement made perfect sense*
*Janus pressed two fingers against the bridge of his nose*
Of all the possible outcomes...
I have been kidnapped by a crow.
*He reached over and retrieved his hat from the nest, carefully dusting off an entirely imaginary speck of lint before settling it back where it belonged atop his head, hoping Logan wouldn't react badly to that*
*Logan allows the shiny snake to take back his hat. As long as the shiny stays within the boundaries of his nest, everything is free reign as long as they don't leave. Oh dear. Janus is going to be stuck here for quite a while isn't he?*
*Janus settled the hat back onto his head with all the solemn dignity of a man attempting to reclaim at least one shred of authority from a rapidly deteriorating situation*
*The hat was recovered. Technically, that meant the mission had been a success*
*Unfortunately, the rest of the circumstances were making that victory feel somewhat hollow*
*He glanced toward the edge of the blanket nest*
*Then toward the very comfortable-looking pile of blankets beneath him*
*Then toward the assortment of stolen objects surrounding him*
*Janus narrowed his eyes slightly*
*One appeared to be Roman's*
*Two were definitely Virgil's*
*One looked suspiciously like a spoon*
*Why was there a spoon?*
*Janus leaned back against the blankets with a measured sigh, crossing one leg over the other as though he had chosen to sit here of his own free will rather than being forcibly adopted into a nest*
Well.
I suppose there are worse places to be held hostage.
*After a pause, he reached over and picked up the spoon, turning it over thoughtfully in his hand*
*Logan at the moment seems to be fixated on a jewel stolen from Roman's palace. The stolen silverware seems to be Patton's preferred spoon. He uses it for comfort or nostalgic reasons; it was Thomas' favorite as a kid. There seems to be something for almost everybody. Except for Re- wait no- there it is. How'd he manage to get ahold of a bone from Remus' collection? Those are kept under lock and key. Guess even though Logan might not be entirely logical right now, he still has enough brains to be smart about his thievery*
*Janus turned the spoon over once more before setting it aside, his gaze drifting across the collection with growing concern*
*Concern not because of the theft itself, he would be a hypocrite of spectacular proportions if petty larceny was where he drew the line, but because of the sheer scope of it*
*His golden eye moved from object to object, cataloguing them almost automatically*
*And then his gaze landed on the bone*
...How.
*He stared at the bone for several moments longer, his expression flattening into the particular brand of disbelief usually reserved for witnessing a train somehow derail while sitting perfectly still*
*Janus accepted the bone automatically, more out of reflex than intent. He turned it over in his hands while Logan tapped at it repeatedly, his expression growing increasingly skeptical with each tap*
*Tap*
*Janus looked at the bone*
*Tap*
*He looked at Logan*
*Tap tap*
*And then back at the bone again*
*Several seconds passed*
I have absolutely no idea what you're trying to tell me.
*His tone was flat, almost impressed by the achievement*
Congratulations. You've managed to become less comprehensible than Remus.
*Eventually he set it down and leaned back into the blankets once more. It was actually kind of comfortable here*
*After a while Logan himself begins to nod off. Soon, he's curled up in his wings and fast asleep, one of his wings subconsciously resting over Janus like a blanket. If he wanted to, now would be the time for Janus to escape. If he wanted to stay though, this wouldn't be so terrible as long as food were somehow provided*
*Janus did at first very much intent to just get up and leave the moment he realised Logan seemed to be asleep, afterall he has what hr came here for, and now's the perfect time. . . But........ well, it IS awfully comfortable where he was now and also it was so nice and quiet here*
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*The words left his mouth in a voice that didn't sound entirely like his own*
*Then, abruptly, Janus sucked in a sharp breath. Color returned to his eyes as his pupils reappeared. He staggered slightly, his expression twisting into genuine horror*
** [ It's just so much more comfortable being in his skin instead ]
