Do you enjoy your nuke?
cc( - ) _ ) As much as I want to say yes, I have to say, it's basically my job to take care of nukes...and it gets tiring keeping them out of the wrong hands.

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Do you enjoy your nuke?
cc( - ) _ ) As much as I want to say yes, I have to say, it's basically my job to take care of nukes...and it gets tiring keeping them out of the wrong hands.

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i call this one,,,, snukeceitmus (snake + duke + deceit + remus)
ridiculous height different courtesy the height hc post
[please reblog!]
Wait out of the 50 million ship names for Remus/Janus which one do y'all actually like the best and why??
I like Dukeceit the best because it was the first one I was introduced to so it stuck mentally and also because it fits so perfectly into the cadence of Drawfee saying "Ghost beef."
Ghost beef: https://youtu.be/xF6FfivMqHs
DECEIT'S SHORTS
Thomas and the sides: *are making a video and they are denying that they need remus from something so they are procrastinating*
Logan: *finally convinced them to summon him*
Roman: ugh finnneee *summons remus*
Remus: *appears bawling his eyes out make up running down his face, he ain't doing good*
Thomas: remus why are you crying??
Remus: *while still crying* DECEIT IS WEARING BOOTY SHORTS,HE HAS NO RIGHT BEING THIS THICC
Everybody else: *loud and long sigh*
So I did a Palette Challenge with the bois.
Used palette:

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đJanus drabblesđ cause Iâm bored and I have lots of drabblesâ
Theses are small drabbles Iâve made in Pinterest in the comment section cause I get more ideas if I have a visual of the scene.
âAGH! ST*PID- MORON- SON OF A B*TCH-â screamed Janus, slamming his fist into his mirror. It shattered, splitting off into a thousand pieces, like different dimensions glistening within the outer edge of space. âWhy....â He hissed out through the pain, allowing the first sob to come form his throat. âWhy wonât they listen to me?â
Golden tears. The sight made him wanna scoff, roll his eyes and probably slightly hiss since thatâs totally not Roman would have, being the over dramatic baby he was. Yet all he could muster through his gag was quiet sobs. Just because he was the snake, didnât mean other snakes liked him. Venom, after all, was the best way to get people talking. And all Deceit could feel was the sharp pain as his venom burned through his veins, stolen and the injected into him. The ultimate punishment.
People believed that Janus was a snake. That was very, very incorrect. He was actually a dragon, he just never told anyone, since they would probably fear him more as a dragon than a snake. He stretched out his wings, grinning as one massive wing beat sent him spiralling up, up, up, up into the clouds. Gliding over the Imagination realm, he felt like he could go on forever. His grin grew as he dropped suddenly, splashing into a near by river, laughing
It was a normal day- sitting, feeding his snakes, reading, writing. Nothing important. Well- until midnight stuck. Midnight hit and Janus awoke to his room violently shaking. He nearly fell off his chair he was so spooked. What was happening?! Suddenly the atmosphere changed. It felt.... warmer. Safer. Everything clicked, and tears formed in Janus's eyes as a strangled sob of joy forced its way out of his throat. He had been accepted.
Janus couldnât really remember last night. It was mostly a blurred of heat that was to hot, slurred words and a splitting headache that lead him to believe he had been sick. He shifted, and softly smiled as he found himself curled up on the couch, Slivers half wrapped around him and an melted ice pack on his head. He lightly pushed it of, and softly huffed, pushing back the fluffy blanket to stretch
There was one thing in particular that Janus adored about remus. He was really, REALLY cuddly. Janus assumed it was from that remus was once apart of king, use to constantly being with someone. So it was pretty common for Janus and Remus to just fall asleep together on the couch. Bonus- it was that ONLY time remus would stop f*cking movingâ
It had been really cold, and for Janus, solution to cold problem was two words. Boy-friends. He flopped across both his boyfriends laps, snuggling up to them. âCold.â He grumbled as his excuse. Remus snickered, and Logan simply smiled and the three cuddled close, remus and Logan sharing their warmth.
Roman was just that kind of guy, constantly stealing Janus's stuff. Janus had grown use to it, and it WAS greatly annoying, but yet he never asked Roman to stop. Because it was nice to come check up on Roman in the afternoon, to find him fast asleep at his desk with Janus's jumper on or cloak wrapped around his shoulders. it just made Janus happy, knowing that roman hate being without something that reminded him of his love while he worked.
He was burning. Did he care? No. He would never be loved like Virgil was. Frick it, he was so pathetic he couldn't even fade in his room! He rasped for a air as he dropped to his knees, watching flakes of yellow peel off of him and flutter to the floor. He was a monster, it was better off this way. They probably would never notice. Tears fell, streaming down his face as he watch his legs slowly crumble away. he didn't scream. he didn't make a noise.
I hear your Snom and I raise you a Snomb Snom = Snow worm? Snow nom? Snomb = Snow Bomb. Snomb, the Betrayal Pokemon. Bug/Fire Ability: Ice Body/Aftermath It disguises itself as a Snom to become closer to trainers. When they least expect it, they detonate. Snuke, the Wrath Pokemon. Steel/Fire Ability: Sturdy/Aftermath Snomb has burned with the rage of a thousand suns it's entire life, and this hatred has caused it to evolve into Snuke. Snuke can destroy entire cities with a single detonation, and areas where Snuke reside are uninhabitable due to radiation. Shitpost courtesy of my genius little brother.
Emotional Support Animal
A/N:
   Deceitâs name is Horace.
   Also, I have never seen and actual ESA certificate so I just put the basics of what I imagine it to be similar to.
TW:
Mentions of violence/blood/scars, cursing, sympathetic Deceit/Remus, and anger outbursts.
âDouble D!â The ever recognizable sing-songy voice of Remus echoed in the emptiness of the dark sideâs living room. Horace groaned, setting his book down and swinging his legs off of the coffee table in front of him.
"Remus, I love you, but I need to relax right now." He huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he stared at his green and black clad boyfriend.
Remus made a pouty face but replaced it with the usual shit-eating grin. "I have something for you!" He exclaimed excitedly.
Horace didn't have time to react when Remus dashed towards him, shoving something before his eyes. He had to blink a couple times to decipher whatever the thing was.
ESA Certificate
Handler: Remus Creativity Sanders
By law, Remus Creativity Sanders has the full public access of bringing both him and his Emotional Support Animal wherever he may need.
Planes, boats, work, hospitals, restaurants, trains, hotels, apartments, etc.
Emotional Support Animal:
Name: Horace Deceit Sanders
Animal: Snake
Gender: Male
Remus was showing him a certificate that licenced him as an Emotional Support Animal. Horace continued to stare at the piece of hard plastic in front of him for a little longer after reading it, before shifting his gaze to Remus and raising an eyebrow. "You have me licenced as an animal? For your emotional shit?"
Remus nodded energetically.
"Fuck you, ya little shit." He rolled his eyes, pushed the certificate away from his face and picked up his book again. "Leave me alone." He said plainly, resuming from his previous point.
Horace easily occupied himself with his book as Remus shrugged and disappeared to... where ever the fuck he goes in his free time.
It had only been two days since his certification as an emotional support animal, and Remus was not letting him forget it. Especially today.
   Remus had just returned from the most recent episode, and burst into Deceitâs room with an angry expression gracing his features. âThat damn Logan!â He exclaimed. âI swear heâs got the most smug look on his face right now, and Iâm going to rip it off so that his blood spurts everywhere and heâs stuck with a full-face scar!â Remus vents, violently ripping one of his pillows in half and then proceeding to tear all the stuffing out. Horace simply letâs him continue to ramble on for a good 30 minutes as he destroys all of his 3 pillows, his body pillow, and then a whole corner of his mattress. Once Remus has finally talked his mouth silent, Deceit quietly approached his frustrated boyfriend and enveloped him into a soft embrace.
   This wasnât the first anger outburst from Remus heâs had to deal with, so he already knew what to do. Calmly climbing onto the messed up mattress and leaning back against the bed rest, he gently pulled Remus down onto his chest as he carded his gloved hand through the otherâs slightly greasy locks. He made sure to twirl the single strip of white hair around his finger and press a few caring kisses against it, knowing of Remusâs insecurity of it. It didnât take long until Remus fully relaxed and his breathing evened out.Â
Remus was currently huddled against the chest of his boyfriend, calming down from a rage. He really should be ashamed over how often this happens or how Horace can already deal with it so well by now. But being Remus, he wasnât in the slightest. Instead, he smiled a little and nuzzled his face against Deceitâs chest as he focused on the gentle rise and fall that had calmed him so many times before.
   He sighed, enjoying the sensation for a few minutes longer before a thought occurred to him, instantly smirking.
   âSoâŚâ He began, smugly, looking up to face his boyfriendâs mismatched eyes and smooth scales. âWhat was that about not being my emotional support animal?â He said teasingly, walking his fingers up Horaceâs black clothed chest, finishing with a boop on the maleâs nose.
   This immediately got an embarrassed expression, slight blush forming on the human side of Deceitâs face before he forced it into an annoyed expression. âIâm not your emotional support animal.â He insisted, trying to sound stern but his voice wavering slightly.
   âKeep telling yourself that, you snakey liar.â Remus grinned as he sat up straight. His boyfriend scoffed, sitting up and stretching his back.
   âShut up, Dukey.â Horace dismissed as he started to make his way out of his room. âIâm going down to make myself some tea, donât visit unless youâre gonna drop the whole emotional support animal shit.â
   Remus pouted as the door slammed shut and he was alone in the room.
The next video rolled around soon enough, maybe too soon for Horace, still salty about the wedding decision. Remus, being Remus, was already over his frustration about Logan. Deceit, however, tended to hold grudges for longer than Remus typically did. Thankfully, Remus was the first one to be sent over to the light sideâs common room, leaving Deceit some extra time to prepare for his typical clichĂŠ villain entrance.
   After some time, he felt the familiar tug of being summoned.
   Quickly adjusting the black garment that was fixed around his shoulders, he popped up beside Remus, which he will never admit relaxed him a little.
   Just as he opened his mouth to recite his typical villain monologue, Remus spoke out loudly. âAwesome! It's about time my Emotional Support Animal got here. Everyone's other emotional bullshit was starting to drive me bonkers." His voice cracks slightly from his excitement, clapping giddily.
   Everyone seemed to either scoff in annoyance or offense, muttering to each other about the supposed âemotional bullshitâ Remus said theyâve been spouting. Logan, however, was the only one to simply ask, âEmotional Support Animal?â
   Everyone hushed their muttering and looked at Remus, all now seeming to send the same question Logan had just vocalized, all annoyance or offense gone. Remus simply grinned, the corners of his mouth reaching to his ears, literally.
   With a couple uncomfortable gazes achieved, he returned his smile to that of a normal one, reaching into his belt and pulling out his wallet. He never really was concerned about keeping his necessities safe. Once his wallet was out, he opened it, and pulled out a card for the lights sides and Thomas to see.
   A few seconds passed as the sides took the time to read what was written on the certificate before all of their eyes seemed to shift to Horace simultaneously.Â
   At their reactions, Deceit felt a blush creep to the human side of his face, immediately ducking his head and pulling his hat over his forehead to hide his blush. After a couple stutters he was able to mutter a small, âI didnât agree to it.â In the background he could hear the stifled chuckles of the light sides and Remusâs unashamedly loud one.