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crowfromfoggyforest · 3 months
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"I have an important question." "What is it?" "Do you... want to be my partner?"
(He asked me to join his team)
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fishcatsam · 21 days
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I want to thank the LGBTQ+ for teaching me my language roots
It’s coming in clutch this finals week >:)
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randomnerd737 · 4 months
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the sides as pride flags pt 1
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part 2
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marsneedstherapy · 6 months
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as person with glasses, phoebe pushing up silas' glasses change my brain chemistry just a taD
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Roman Space Pride Icons! | Sanders Asides (( Flirting w/ Social Anxiety ))
⤷⠀More Roman Space Pride Icons
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lily-janus · 1 year
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The Prince, The Dragon And The Knight
Summary: rescueing and marrying the prince didn't go as planned...
Word count: 568
Warnings: sword mentions
@acesidesweek day 2 fantasy/sci-fi
Roman panted as he rushed up the stairs of the tower, sword in his right hand and his red cape that is attached to his armor flapping in the wind. He hears the roar of the dragon that guards the door to the prince's prison and speeds up his pace.
He finally reaches the top and takes a moment to lean against the wall and catch his breath before marching on.
The prince was kidnapped by the evil dragon a few weeks ago, the king sent countless knights to retrieve him but none of them was able to find his prison's location. Roman suspected it was due to the dragon's magic, so he found a special necklace that sees through spells.
He clutches his sword in determination, he's going to save their beloved prince, no matter what it takes.
He finally catches sight of the dragon's tail, and charges with his sword raised. When, suddenly, he hears laughter.
Frowning, Roman stops, right behind the black and yellow dragon's back and watches the scene in front of him with his mouth gaped.
Prince Virgil was sitting on the floor, his purple, royal clothes a bit tattered but he seemed fine other than that. He was smiling and laughing, the dragon rumbling with laughter as well. They were… playing cards?
"Stop cheating!" Prince Virgil laughed as the dragon put a card on the floor between them.
"I'm not!" The dragon protested with a surprisingly silky smooth voice.
Dragons can talk?
"Liar! We agreed you're not allowed to use magic, Janus." The prince raised an eyebrow at the dragon.
It has a name?
"I didn't use it!" The dragon, who's name is Janus, apparently, continued to insist.
Prince Virgil gave him a look.
"Okay… maybe a little.." the dragon smirked.
The prince snorted, "cheater."
"You like it." Janus winked.
"Shut up-"
"Eh…" Roman decided to finally step forward and announce his presence.
The dragon and the prince barely flinched as they turned to look at him, "can we help you?" The prince asked with a bored tone.
Roman cleared his throat, "prince Virgil, I have come to rescue you!" He declared, raising his sword for emphasis.
Virgil and Janus exchanged glances, "rescue me from what?"
"I…I'm not sure, actually…" Roman admitted, lowering his sword and standing there awkwardly, "we were told the dragon kidnapped you but… you seem to be having fun."
"Oh, I did, but it was his request. And I can't blame him, there's a limit to how many arranged dates a man can bear." The dragon explained, making the prince huff.
"Don't remind me… they were nice people but… I'm just not interested in that stuff, you know what I mean?" he groaned.
"I see… so you wouldn't want me to bring you back…" Roman sighed, all this journey, for nothing. In truth, he planned to claim the prince's hand once he delivered him safely back to the king but… now it doesn't seem the prince would be interested "I'll leave you be, then." He turned to leave.
"...do you wanna join us?" Asked the dragon, "you did come all this way."
Roman turned towards them again, considering, then shrugged, "sure why not."
He sat down and the prince gathered the cards, shuffled them and split them between the three of them.
"No cheating, Janus, I'm watching you." Virgil warned.
Roman laughed when the dragon smirked.
"No promises."
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xiaeom · 3 months
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thinking about aroace spec asmo..
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soysaucevictim · 1 year
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I decided to sketch this instead of sleeping.
But here’s the Gymrat!Sides’ height comparisons (in their workout get-ups)... I’m just amused that Patton is the tallest and Remus is the shortest here. :,D
Yeah. I’m not dead yet, just busy adulting and being too drained to get creative as much as I want to be...
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anxiouslyfred · 1 year
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Performance Over
For @sanders-sides-a-spec-week free day
Summary: Life is a performance to Janus as he tries to be successful in his career, but pretending that sex or romance interests him gets to be too much sometimes. On one of the days he takes to avoid all flirting, he finds himself new friends who understand.
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It was all a performance and Janus knew people never understood that. He didn't want them to understand it either, but that didn't make it any less exhausting.
Occasionally someone would almost get it, almost understand just how much was a performance, but never quite. They always believed that he was being genuine to them, or revealing who he really was to them because they were special, not because they were the type to be convinced by feeling they were different to other people. Honestly, Janus could do without people pointing out his treatment of others was all an act and ignoring the biggest act he'd ever had to perform: The romancing, the wooing, and especially the flirting to convince people to do or think how best to benefit him.
As the door to his home fell shut, Janus could only let out a heavy breath. He'd taken his bows and left the stage for the day.
It had been building up for a while, just how badly keeping this performance up constantly was making him feel, but it wasn't so simple to find spaces to let down the act. Sure, he could go to a bar, and spend an evening without trying to charm or get something out of everyone he spoke to, but he'd still be expected to flirt.
And flirting, showing any interest in dating or fucking another person, was the most exhausting part of this personality Janus showed to the world.
He needed a day without people, or a miracle to strike and reveal a group of aroace people he could hide with.
A day going on a hike it is then, he decides.
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There's a hill that Janus tends to climb when he wanted to get away from people. It wasn't that nobody else went there, but usually the people who did were hiking themselves or with a group and didn't want to speak to strangers equally as much as Janus.
“Virgil, you can bury yourself in your room when you're home again. You promised me you'd spend time with us all today.” A masculine voice was chiding and sounding far too friendly for Janus's liking. Since they were ahead of him on the path he could only hope to pass whatever group there was without getting noticed.
“I said I'd spend time with you, not that I'd be dragged up a mountain because of your whims.” Presumably Virgil replied, grumbling, and now Janus could see the group and hence the speaker, looking around their group as if hoping one of the other 3 with them could distract the person trying to grab his hand.
He was just behind the group now, trying not to listen to the conversation. Besides the conversation between Virgil and the man who'd been identified as Patton over Virgil joining them, there was a pair of brothers prone to wrestling or deciding to simply carry one of the others of the group, as well as very teacher type person, who'd gone of on a few rants, barely listened to, over the plants or bird song they could hear.
Then Janus found himself grabbed in a bridal carry by one of the brothers. It was the one in darker clothes but he hadn't been able to figure out their name. “Excuse me?” He stated, shocked enough that no venom or anger made it into his tone.
“If Roman gets to carry Virgil, then I get to carry someone, and I'm not getting in the way of Logan doing science stuff.” The person explained, as if that ruled everyone out.
“I'm a stranger and what about that guy?” He growled, gesturing sharply towards Patton.
Remus pulled a face, sticking his tongue out as if disgusted. “He thinks romance is great. I'm not doing anything that could be seen that way to him if you offered a million bucks. Besides I'm Remus, and now you know my name we aren't strangers!”
“Janus, and are you saying everyone here except whomever that is, is aromantic?” He blinked, frowning for a moment. The entire reason he chose hiking over socialising when needing to get away from the performance of romance was because he couldn't find a group of people like this, and now he's seemingly being kidnapped by one, given he's still being carried.
The other shrugged, “Aromantic Roman, asexual Me, both Virgil, demi-aroace Logan, and fully allo Patton.” Remus nods to various members of the group, identifying them for Janus, who was even more surprised when as they were mentioned everyone waved, or called a greeting. “Why? You looking to know more people who only flirt to joke at how many absurd things people try to claim are flirting? Hell I've been told I flirt with my brother because we had month long competitions over who can take the longest to say hello.”
“More like people I don't have to pretend romance is a thing I'd want at all around. I'm aroace, by the way.” He admits, smiling when that gets and excited grin thrown down at him, until the moment Remus stumbles because he stopped looking at where his feet are going.
“You got us now!” Remus yells, making Janus startle in his arms.
Virgil snickers, making them both notice Roman is now walking beside them, still carrying him. “Or rather Remus has you. I hope you're okay with being carried. These two don't put new friends down easily, well unless requested, demanded or said person is spiralling into a panic attack and they start freaking out over scaring their new person.”
“I'll assume you were the one to panic then.” Janus countered, sparing a glance for the path ahead and the other member of the group he'd been made to join.
“And will share stories of it forever more.” Virgil's smirk widened at the protests that came from the brothers. “These two are still learning how to help with them, even after knowing me for 3 years.”
Janus smirked back, letting the conversation carry on around him easily.
Life is a performance for Janus, and flirting was the most exhausting part of it, but today a miracle happened and he found people the performance didn't need putting on for. A blessing he hadn't dreamt of receiving.
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emoprincey · 1 year
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Bold of Janus to try and take his hat back from Roman in ATHD, doesn't he know that when u dump someone they get to keep any clothes u left behind? Smh.
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a-passing-storm · 1 year
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Why is my taste in men The Way A Dead Guy From 1300 Wrote A Different Dead Guy From 70 BC. 
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My aroace ass writing Virgil and Roman’s first interactions in two of my AUs: “This isn’t belligerent sexual tension, it’s just belligerent tension. And I’m here for it.”
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I am not an English native speaker,I hope you apologize my poor ENGLISH,I love your blog and your opinion about OCTAGRIPPA,here's my question
I just wanna know if you notice suetoanius mention that Octavian met an Eagle at Campus Martius when he 76 years old,watching the bird flyed onto Agrippa's name and announced himself would be dead soon? I consider it a very strong evidence to prove the two truly loved each other.Anyway in my culture,we don't think anyone should loved a friend until death like this
Hello! It looks like you're referring to Suetonius, Divus Augustus, 97:
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It is a bittersweet passage, isn't it? We don't know whether it really happened, because stories of omens like this often develop after the fact. But it does suggest that people in Suetonius' time still thought of Agrippa and Augustus' relationship as significant.
Speaking of cultural differences, I think you'd find this interesting: I'm part of the aromantic community. I know six people who married people they love as friends, not romantically. To them, these relationships are just as important as romance is for most people. But some folks think a relationship without romance isn't good enough, and that these marriages are not "real love." So aromantic people here are trying to teach others that our love is still real, just different. Sometimes the most important person in your life is a friend.
(And some aromantic folks, like me, don't want a platonic relationship either. But that's another topic.)
This has also influenced how I look at history. Like many queer people, I like to look for historical same-sex relationships, and people we might now consider "trans." Finding people like us in history is important. But the aromantic community has taught me that the love in friendships is important, too. If every very close partnership gets put in the "romantic" category, it denies people like me a chance to find others like ourselves.
So how are we supposed to interpret something like Octavian and Agrippa? Is it possible to know what category they're in? Do categories like "romantic" or "platonic" even mean the same thing in ancient Rome??
Here's another cool thing aromantic people taught me: sometimes, there is no clear line between romance and close friendship. One of my friends says the feelings are indistinguishable for her. She is also happily married, to a very romantic person. You might think, "Romantic relationships have sex, friendships don't," but surprise! Both of them are also asexual! So for my romantic asexual friend, and some other folks, romantic feelings can exist without sexual ones.
If your response to that is, "Well, how do you tell the difference, then?"...you've run into the same problem I did, when studying ancient relationships. And we haven't even touched on cultural or linguistic differences between us and the ancient Romans yet! But this post is getting very long, so I'll leave that for another time.
All this is why, for my masterpost about Octavian and Agrippa (currently unpublished), I decided to change my goal. Instead of trying to put a label to what their relationship was, I decided to just collect the information we do have, to help fiction writers portray them. Whether you then write it as romantic or platonic (or "???") is up to you.
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The lack of research on sexuality and gender in mythology is highly disappointing. I had near nothing to use as references for my thesis paper. I still managed 10ish pages but like....at least half of that was just telling the relevant parts of select myths and defining ace/aro and how they can mean different things for each individual and how people can be one or both. Then I had a bit on why this is something that should be researched more (cause let's be real, there are quite a few stories that fall outside of hetero or gay males. Just because certain ancients didn't have a word for it doesn't mean it wasn't there fam. Representation and recognition is deserved) and then I talked briefly about how these myths can be interpreted as ace/aro with some being admittedly a bit iffy cause some translations make it seem like lesbian instead of ace and one i mentioned might be demi depending on the translation BUT I couldn't just use my opinion/translations of the myths so I can to find good translations from reputable sources and at least snippets that lead to my conclusions of "this dude just wants to hunt/race/etc, leave them alone" and look...it was an interesting paper and on a topic I have MANY thoughts and feels about but I am so frustrated from finding so little supporting sources and I hate everything. I am big tired and my head is still pounding. It's done and turned in so hopefully it's OK because I was totally brain mush by the last bit of writing the paper and the abstract (which I HATE writing cause it's a summary of what's important but like 'important' is very vague and I always get mixed reactions). Also ai helped me more than expected to not sound totally dumb. I was like "hey chatbot buddy. Can you help me rearrange this sentence to sound more professional?" And there were a few things that still needed to be changed after it changed my wording a bit but it helped me see where I needed to go with the sentence structure. So it's like I went to the writing lab helpers on campus but didn't need to actually talk to a living person and I have never been happier. Chatgpt is a true hero. Much better than a vague "try rearranging this sentence" like...I know. I know it's clunky grammarly/word/etc that's why I came to you. I would fix it if I knew how but I don't know how. A hint would be really cool bud". So yeah I am happy to embrace our computer overlords any day now.
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marsneedstherapy · 8 months
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Alisa Montagova is so real, all the time, in ever scene she's I'm, I love her
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