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andtheyreonfire · 2 years

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when you’ve laid your hands upon me

pssst. pssssssst. @borrowedblue . a manic twink dressed like a cross between freddy mercury and oscar the grouch told me it was ya birthday. heard u like scary man, so.,

Like I said on Ao3, this is kinda a song fic! Start the song at “the giant pressed play” for an enhanced experience :0

Special thanks to @bilgisticallykosher for helpin me with this fic! i have been waiting all day to read urs girl.,

Word Count: 4168

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Warnings: Fearplay, consensual fearplay, references to body mutilation, Remus-typical POV, and cursing.

A gust of breath launched the straw wrapper in Remus’ mouth to the other side of the room.

It fluttered, looped, glided through the air in something one could almost call beautiful. Flew through a sliver of dull light shining through Remus’ blinded windows. Turned green in the neon light radiating from his beloved Frankensteined Furby’s eyes, shimmering from its spot on his desk. The straw wrapper crinkled, almost ethereal in Remus’ piss-colored lighting, like a lost soul drifting back to the netherworld finding peace.

The straw wrapper hit the back wall, and fell to the floor like the flaccid piece of paper it was.

Remus groaned.

There were no side commissions to complete. No work in the middle of spring. No inspiration for a project bubbling up out of the blue, and the materials for his current ones were on their way. Rummaging around in their garage was too much work. Getting up only to sit down at his shitty computer felt like a waste.

Remus was, in every sense of the word, bored as fuck.

At times like these, the human would find his way over to Logan, drape himself over his boyfriend’s shoulders and ask normal questions like how long would it take someone to bleed out after having their dick ripped off by a lion? and on a scale of 1-10, how fuckable are giant squids?

But Logan was doing adult things, like taxes and filing taxes and chugging almost giant-sized cups of coffee. As cute as the furrow of his boyfriend’s brow and concentrated pout were, being disturbed was the last thing Logan would want.

Remus scratched a stain on his Fish Want Me, Women Fear Me tee, gaze drifting around the room. It landed on the painted guitar pick—bigger than his head, like most of Remus’ stolen goods gifts were—mounted on the wall.

Looking at the swirling landscape of a prairie in a hurricane, a grin spread on Remus’ face.

What were two boyfriends for, anyways, if not for twice the amount of Tomfuckery?

Remus catapulted himself off his bed, ignoring the music scale of pops his back released. A quick jog down the human walkways along the walls, a cheerful wave to a Logan perched on the literally giant-sized couch, and Remus found himself at the door of his other boyfriend’s room.

Well. Human-sized door.

Remus barged in, because knocking was only something door salesmen came up with to sell more doors—just like how shitting was only invented by toilet salesmen to sell more toilets.

Sure enough, a massive, macab-dressed form was hunched over a tangled, all-too expensive sound system; wires and cords strewn around like tentacles from a god of the void. The giant was bobbing his head, strains of a guitar faintly protruding from bulky headphones. He drummed a beat out with colossal, black painted claws.

Remus trotted forward.

He could tell the moment the giant noticed him. Cat-like pupils flickered towards him, locking onto his movements like a predator staring down prey. It was hard to tell if the lightning that struck his nerves was from instinctual fear or...something else.

Not many humans had the balls to live and breathe near giant-dominated areas—or giants at all, for that matter. Remus and his former-friend-turned-partner were the exception, of course.

And yet, the rockstar in front of him seemed to bring out something different in people. Despite being one of the scariest motherfuckers you could find on a stage, humans and giants alike still flocked to him like moths to an inferno.

Because his music brought out that instinctual, stomach-plummeting fear and honed it. Used it. Celebrated it.

Remus screamed himself hoarse during his first concert, alight with adrenaline and sweat and terror as he was drowned out by speakers ten stories tall. Craning his neck back to see a performer that could hold him in his hand growl out a booming melody. Feeling his knees shiver as vibrations threatened to send him sprawling to his feet.

Remus had known since that first instant he was in love.

He wasn’t even the one that had found his way in the performer’s hand during one of his—ah, audience interactions. The rockstar would parade around a lucky soul like a toy, showing them off and riling them up and scaring them shitless, showing the world the monster he was.

That was all Logan.

Wasn’t like the nerd didn’t sign the proper wavers, they may have just...been shoved away before he could read them. Really, Remus oughta give Janus a medal for getting Logan in the front-row venue.

Remus waved, leaning over the railing he knew could splinter so easily in the giant’s grip. He heard a flash of blaring guitars as his partner slid off his headphones, before he shut off the program with a single click.

If anything, Remus’ partner certainly knew how exhilarating he could be.

The giant grinned, rows of massive, sharp teeth shining in his gay-ass fairy lights. “Hey, Remus.”

That fondness—the quiet, almost teasing lit he gave to someone roughly the size of his finger—was almost enough to send a ball of hellfire careening through Remus’ chest. “Hey, Virgil. What’s fucking?”

“Just runnin’ through the track we recorded last week.” Virgil Tempestas—a stage name, mostly—offered out a palm as long as Remus’ body. The human wasted no time catapulting himself into the soft flesh, jerking upright as the giant brought Remus to his chest. “The instrumental is mixed, which means we’ll probably hit our deadline, but...”

Remus craned his neck back, looking up at Virgil’s face. “But?”

“It just—the vibes aren't right.” His boyfriend huffed, running a hand through a shock of purple hair. “Like—the feel is underdeveloped, or overdeveloped, or the tone isn’t right. I don’t know. I want to be able to perform this live, and it doesn’t...flow. Here.”

With a few clicks, a drumbeat burst out from the sound system. Remus paused, letting the sound wash over him. Guitars joined in a few beats later.

He closed his eyes, imagined giant combat boots stomping around on a stage as big as a city block. Imagined a low, rumbling voice echoing far above him. Imagined fear pumping through his veins, hyper-aware of the powerlessness that pinned him in place and sent him screaming.

Remus imagined what of sound an angel made of chains and strings and churning metal would make, and opened his eyes.

“Bass-boost it, I want my ears to bleed.” He crawled over and leaned against the thumb—the thumb that probably stopping him from throwing himself off the giant’s hand. Virgil’s gaze flickered down to him, and Remus shrugged. “Other than that, sounds good to me. Top ten songs to get your shit kicked in to, definitely.”

Virgil snorted, but slid his headphones back on after a nod from Remus. The human took that moment to latch onto Virgil’s thumb and try to wrestle it to the center of his palm.

He failed—especially when Virgil demonstrated his ability to pin all his limbs down with one hand—but it was a valiant effort.

After some fun and riveting times squirming under fingers as long as Remus was tall, the giant removed his headphones. Remus perked up as his appendages were freed. “Alright. How ‘bout now?”

Virgil pressed play. Deep, booming cords reverberated over him, through him, thrumming in his core. A shudder passed down his spine. Remus grinned. “It’s perfect. Gonna be a hit, I can feel it—Oh, c’mon, what’s got your dick in a twist?”

Virgil bit his lip—which wasn’t fair because that was Remus’ job thank you very much—as Remus frowned at the rockstar’s furrowed brow. The human was about to crawl up to Virgil’s beautiful face and force it out of him when he blurted, “I didn’t practice anything for a concert, I didn’t think to. I usually have a specific act in mind but things didn’t really work out so I don’t—feel like I know the song? And I can’t put on a show if I don’t even know what I’m trying to sing?” The giant sighed. “Yeah.”

Remus leaned back, considering. “You want an act.”

“Yes.”

The human stared up into eyes bigger than his head. “Then let’s make one.”

Those eyes widened, cat-like pupils dilating. “...You sure? We haven’t done that in a while.”

The human’s heart fluttered at the hint of petulance in Virgil’s tone. Seemed the giant enjoyed their cat-and-mouse game as much as Remus did. It wasn’t harmful, just a bit of good, old-fashioned mortal terror and blood-pumping for the soul. Mostly, Virgil did it to test out new show bits or review an old trick, because Virgil was a prep who wanted practice with scaring the shit out of people.

Remus was the only one in their house who could stomach it. Wasn't his fault the looming, the growling, and the reminder of how helpless he was in the face of a monster setting his heart pounding with more than terror. They yearn for what they fear for and all that.

Well—he was pretty sure Logan did enjoy it, even if a few minutes of a game let him out of breath, stuttering, with his face flushed and voice a squeak. He seemed to prefer Virgil’s softer, snarkier side to even the just-for-pretendsies looming danger.

Remus once broke his arm on purpose on their backyard’s brick wall trying to see if he could fit his fingers into his shoulder socket, so.

“Are you kidding? Fuck yes.” Remus wriggled in Virgil’s palm, stopped from toppling off by a gentle claw pressing down on him. “Put me down so you can slam your hands next to me or whatever.”

Virgil snorted, but lowered his hand down to the desk anyways. Virgil’s work desk was massive, even for giants; just a vast expanse of dark wood. His set-up barely filled half of it. “I haven’t even started the music yet, chill.”

Remus slid off the palm, before crossing his arms and pouting up at his boyfriend. “C’mon, I wanna see your fangs, pretty boy. Set upon me like a flock of vultures on a rotting corpse or whatever—”

Virgil leaned forward, setting his forearms on either side of Remus and looming over him. As a shadow fell Remus, he craned his neck back, only to catch sight of massive fangs splitting into a sharp grin. “It’s cute that you think you can tell me what to do,” Virgil Tempestas purred, voice reverberating down and through Remus’ core and fuck, fuck. “Patience, little morsel.”

Virgil leaned back. Remus’ heart lurched forward with him. He took a moment to try to shrug off the flush on his cheeks using his face alone, stopped only by Virgil snorting at his expression. The giant raked his hair back with his claws, stretching to grab a hair tie to put it back. Remus couldn’t help but shiver. Oh, this session was going to be fun.

With a click, the giant pressed play.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Virgil asked, laying a hand flat against his desk. Any growl was absent from his voice, a patently sincere look the only thing toward Remus.

Remus lunged forward, splaying his body across Virgil’s palm yet again. He blew a raspberry. “Duh. I got no reason not to be.”

Virgil watched him wriggle in his palm, and Remus resisted the urge to cringe away from that cat-like, predator gaze. The time for blue-balls was later, goddamnit.

Nothing left to do but enjoy the show.

The beat was nice, steady, a heavy drum pounding through the quiet of the room. Remus stretched as a guitar joined in the mix. He looked up, up, up into his giant’s eyes, and the human’s crinkled at the loving look Virgil directed at him.

The drums slowed, thrumming out a staccato rhythm, and—

Remus found the palm below him gone as Virgil tossed him up.

The guitars surged, fast and sending daggers piercing through his ears, no doubt drowning out the half-delighted shriek Remus let out. The human flailed, catching a glimpse of the ground so far from him, and his stomach lurched like a container of fucking pickle juice.

The back of his shirt caught. Remus twisted around to see two massive claws pinching it, dangling from a comparatively thin layer of fabric over a fatal fall. The fingers moved, and Remus grasped his shirt collar before it could choke him. He stopped in front of the giant’s face.

Virgil’s mouth twisted into a scowl. Remus’ heart pulsed like someone shoved a screwdriver through it.

And the giant began to sing.

Virgil’s voice was deep—it always had been, apparently. Remus couldn’t imagine anything but those low, crooning tones, pounding through his core like the world’s sharpest drums.

The giant’s fangs were on full display. They shone in the afternoon light, slid against his lip like a sheathed sword, etched closer as the giant leaned in to purr a line in Remus’ face. Wicked-sharp, almost as long as Remus’ forearm, and very, very powerful.

Little morsel, the owner of those fangs had called him, hunched over Remus’ tiny form and looking at him like he was nothing more.

Little morsel, Tempestas had called him, and, well, wasn’t he right?

As the giant’s voice turned soft, he brought Remus away from his face. Those inhuman eyes crinkled into something almost like grief. Remus stilled as Virgil moved a massive claw up to his cheek, and the cool, sharp tip trailed down tiny, vulnerable flesh.

The grip around Remus was iron, but under the stare of something so massive, the attention of someone his mind called a predator, Remus found he couldn’t move if he wanted to.

Virgil leaned in, and Remus’ body vibrated with that low voice. The giant’s gaze slide away, and Remus’ heart stopped as Tempestas’ face shuttered closed.

The guitars exploded, and the giant moved.

Blaring bass, pounding drums, Virgil hunched over him, snarling lyrics to the human in his hand. His voice boomed, but Remus could scarcely hear anything over the roaring in his ears. He glanced away, only for an instant, and his gaze snapped back like a rubber band as Virgil’s shadow engulfed him.

Is this what storm chasers felt, staring down the eye of something so much more than you? The booming of thunder in your core, the crackle of lightning in the distance, craning your neck back overhead to see clouds, a gathering storm, a disaster in motion? Helpless to do anything but sit back and watch the rain pour?

It was certainly what Remus felt, staring up, up, up at Virgil. Staring up at his love.

Remus laughed, slightly manic, and hoped the giant didn’t hear it over the thrumming of the music—

Only for it to turn into a grimace as Virgil dropped him on the table. The human scrambled back, on his feet and staring up as Tempestas launched into the second verse. Virgil tilted his head, slow, almost deliberate, running his eyes down the prey in front of him. Remus swallowed.

Tempestas took a step to the side, standing tall and pinning Remus with his gaze. His claws flexed. He prowled around the desk and—well, wasn’t it funny, how Remus almost felt like the one on a stage, putting on a show to the giant looming over him?

The rockstar leaned forward and tilted his head. Remus couldn’t do anything but stare back as the giant ran a claw down his shoulder. He leaned in, closer. Closer. His gaze turned soft. The dark clouds parted.

Something flickered, and Remus jerked back as the giant closed the final gap with a snarl. He slammed a hand next to the human, and—

The giant’s face filled his vision, his hands practically wrapped around him, his heat seeping into his skin. The sharp smell of peppermint wafted from Tempestas’ mouth. He was so close to him, almost making up his entire world.

Tempestas leaned back, gaze flickering away, and the iron grip around Remus’ heart tightened. Massive claws rapped a beat on the table.

When Tempestas peered down at Remus, he didn’t smile, but was a near thing.

“You can feel it, can’t you?” the giant asked, voice sliding in-tune with the bass. The music blared on, and Remus’ heart leaped as Tempestas moved back to loom over him. “Of course you feel it. Why wouldn’t you?”

Remus craned his neck back, shivering as the giant’s shadow engulfed him. His eyes drifted to the claws so close to him, only to jerk back as something warm and sharp ruffled his hair. The giant smiled, fangs glittering.

“Thrumming, thrumming, thrumming.” His voice was low, that special sort of rumble that only emerged in performances. “The bass, your heart, the vibrations from my voice, up and in you and all around you." Tempestas leveled him with an expecting stare. “You feel that thrumming, that pounding?”

Remus nodded, adrenaline setting his nerves alight, and those massive eyes crinkled. “Thought so.” Tempestas hummed. “Let me ask you something more.”

Tempestas moved, standing over Remus from a diagonal angle. One way clear, it seemed: across from the giant and forward. No hiding spots on the expanse of the desk, but it would take the Tempestas time to reach out. Enough time to run.

If Remus’ legs didn’t give out before he could escape.

“Can you hear my voice?” Tempestas crooned. “It must be loud to those tiny, sensitive ears of yours.” The giant's claws stopped, flickered to point in the air. “Can you hear the pounding of the drums? If this were a real concert, your voice would be drowned out by them so effortlessly.”

Tempestas leaned forward, chest five times as wide as Remus was tall pushing up against the desk. The storm tilted his head. “Can you hear the beating of my heart?”

Remus paused, ice flooding through his veins. The giant purred, “Listen. It shouldn’t be hard.”

And—he could. Blocking out everything except the natural disaster in front of him, he could hear it. It was slow, and so, horribly, loud. As big as a whale’s, pounding, pounding, pounding.

An amused breath of air sent Remus’ hair askew. Tempestas’ voice dropped low, reverberating through the human’s body like a swarm of locusts. “Can you feel anything but me?”

A claw ran down Remus’ back. The pad of the finger pulsed with a massive pulse, surging with the beat. “Can you hear anything but my sound?”

That claw travelled to Remus’ chest, and bits of the human’s tee caught on its small, jagged edges. It slid under the human’s chin and lifted it up. Remus shuddered at the cold tip of it against his neck. “Remus,” Tempestas hummed. “Do you know how helpless you are?”

A blush burned Remus’ cheeks. The giant grinned, fangs shining like chainsaw teeth, and the human’s knees threatened to buckle. “I know what you’re feeling right now.”

The threat under Remus’ neck retreated. Remus’ hand shot to his throat, watching the giant examine a line of claws, each one almost as big as Remus’ head. “Maybe it’s a shiver down your spine. Maybe it’s the hammering of your tiny, little heart. Maybe it’s the blood running through your veins.” The giant’s gaze flickered over him. “You’re vibrating right now, Remus, and it’s not from excitement.”

Remus held a hand in front of his face, watching it shake like a leaf in a hurricane. He was, wasn’t he?

The giant leaned back, and Remus craned his head up, up, up. “You feel it.” He laughed, a sharp, booming thing. “Why wouldn’t you?”

The monster peered at him, gaze wide and unwavering, the gaze of a predator. “Do you feel the urge to run?”

The drums hissed, lightning-quick. The guitars surged like the booming of thunder.

Remus bolted.

The pressure in his legs abated, burning as he pumped them faster, faster. Alarm bells blared, the music roaring in harmony with the static in his ears. A thin sheen of sweat crept down his forehead. A cackle behind him tore through the black noise in his head. Remus pushed himself faster—

He tripped, fell, went sprawling with the edge of the table an arm’s length away. He stumbled forward on his hands and knees, whining. It was right there. It was right THERE—

A massive hand slammed in front of Remus. Claws curled in on him like splintered branches.

Too late.

The human lurched back, whipping around to see the monster looming over him. The giant practically screamed the next lyrics. Remus’ cheeks darkened as he filled up his vision, overwhelming Remus’ ears with pounding music, snarled singing, the thrumming of a massive heart.

Remus’ breath caught in his throat. He had to run. He had to run, get away, move, do anything to escape the behemoth before him. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, why was he frozen, why was he was trapped, why he couldn’t he move move from the predator he’s goiNG TO—

“Virgil?” Came a distant, quiet voice. “Oh. Am I interrupting something?”

The music stopped. Remus creaked open his eyes—when had he closed them? —as the giant in front of him rumbled, “Nah, we’re just having fun.” The massive hand around him squeezed, gentle, yet firm. The human’s heart fluttered. “What’s up?”

Silence. Considering, analyzing silence. Not judgmental, but sharp enough for you to wilt anyways. Remus could recognize Logan’s presence anywhere. Finally, their boyfriend said, “I was considering ordering Chinese shortly. Do you want anything?”

Virgil’s gaze flickered down. His fangs were hidden, gaze open, no trace of the thing of nature present just moments before. He spoke, and it was like the gentle patter of rain. “You want your usual?”

Remus nodded, adrenaline still clogging his vocal cords. He leaned back into Virgil’s palm, letting the warmth seep through his skin. “Vegetable Chow Mein for Remus.” A massive claw ruffled his hair, and Remus made a noise like a deflated balloon animal. “I wouldn’t mind some sushi. Don't care what flavor. Thank you, love.”

“You’re welcome.” Remus could hear the smile in Logan’s voice. He considered throwing a hand over Virgil’s hand to wave after him, but...it was so warm. After a moment, Logan called out, “Try not to overwhelm Remus before dinner.”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Virgil breathed. His gaze flickered down towards Remus, slight panic in his eyes. Remus gave a thumbs up, sticking his tongue out for good measure. Virgil deflated a little in relief. Really, how could Remus ever be scared of such a massive dork?

Heh. Dork. After distant footsteps retreated, Remus sprung up from Virgil’s hand. “You found your bit?”

Virgil glanced away, almost like he was scared to look at someone the size of his finger. Pussy. “Uh, sure. You good, Re? I know I got carried away—”

Remus waved a hand. “I’m fine, you tall drink. You barely answered my question!” The human put his hands on his hips, trying for his best stern gaze. “I’ll climb up there and pull you down myself if I need to, bitch.”

The being who could overpower him with barely a thought snorted. “I don’t doubt it—but, uh, yeah. I got it.” Virgil smiled, his genuine one that was more eyes than teeth. “Thank you, really. You gave me a lot to work with—Well. One problem.”

“Yeah?”

“It is...a lot. Not really something I would consider doing spontaneously, especially with a stranger.” Virgil leaned in, folding his arms under him and setting his chin on top. “I can’t help but think it would be better to do it with, say...someone I know.”

Remus’ heart spasmed. He resisted the urge to clutch at it, in the process resisting the urge to bite down on his fingers and see if he was dreaming. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Virgil’s gaze turned soft, open, eyes shining like amethysts. “Obviously, it’ll be different. And only if you want to, of course, I don’t want to force you or anything—”

“I’d fucking love to.” Remus stumbled forward. He nodded, nodded again, looked up at Virgil with a fire in his eyes. “Yes, I want you to toss me around like a limp fucking French fry. Yes—”

“Hey, chill, I haven’t even released the song yet. My next concert ain’t for a while, either.” Virgil’s gaze turned sheepish. “I’ll tone it down a bit, too. Don’t want you to collapse before the show ends.”

Well, rude, but Remus didn’t mind. He surged forward, throwing himself against Virgil’s lips, and shuddered as he felt the giant let out a small gasp of surprise.

He was technically doing the opposite of ‘chilling’, grasping at whatever small bit of skin he could put his hands on and nipping the top of Virgil’s lip. But as that impossibly soft mouth pressed against his body, Remus figured that Virgil didn’t mind, either.

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fdd700 · 2 years

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If The Heavens Ever Did Speak

Warnings: religious trauma, demons, biased view of religion, insecurity, homophobia, church, quotes from the bible Themes: Religion, demons, corruption Words: I'd say a lot (2091)

this is all based on a dream I had ages ago

“In him was life, and that life was the light of men."

The chapel is filled with the muttering of the hopeless and hopeful. Logan tunes them out as he listens to the words as absorbs them. A shoulder presses to his, a soft movement and slow reminding him that there is a body beside him. He does not turn to face them as he is sure they don’t either. His mind is on his Lord, and there it will stay. He listens to the words and lets them sink deep into his skin and brain. His mind is on the Lord, and there it will stay.

Virgil is silent beside him, hands interlocked and close to his lips as he repeats the scriptures and words, repeating and muttering as he gives his all to his Lord. Logan is beside him, and Virgil knows his eyes are closed as he lets the words be absorbed. Virgil does not look, keeping his eyes cracked as he mutters and prays alongside his community. From the corner of his eyes, he sees the fearful, those who do not respect what they are doing. He will not let himself be tainted with them.

“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”

They are quiet upon their return home. Their home is cracking and broken, but they do not complain. If not in this life, then in the next, they will see heaven. They will see plenty and will not want for anything. They will not want in this life. Virgil is the first to speak, the first to break their silence and bring them away from their scripture.

“Lunch?” Logan gives him a small smile, nodding as he puts their coats away as Virgil moves slowly through the kitchen. His limbs are heavy, and his mind is complete, but he moves methodically. The curtains are blowing softly beside him as he moves slowly. The light is soft and grey as the rain is drizzling down. If he strains, he can hear the scratching of Logan’s quill move against the paper in the other room, but for not, he won’t. The floors creak below him, and the ceiling above him does so too. He does not want nor does he complain. He is alive.

“Though we are overwhelmed by our sins, you forgive them all.”

“Humans? Again?” Instead of remaining focused on the humans through the screen, he doesn't turn to the voice. “Remus? This is hardly normal?” Subpoena tries to fight the grin that is consuming his face, but he can’t.

“What can I say, Roman? They intrigue me,” He replies before he spots them. They’re his favourites to watch. They’re slow and sullen, and he almost revels in it. Almost.

“Remus.” He doesn’t respond, his mind and eyes following the humans as they move slowly, their bodies rigid. “Their god does not like us.”

“Their god has nothing on me.” Remus blocks him out, letting his humans consume him in their movements. He can hear the sound of footsteps as Roman leaves, but he does not turn. He watches their descent to their quarters. His lips curl into a scowl as the run-down shack they live in. The wallpaper is crumbling, and the table and furniture are chipped. His eyebrows furrowed as he leaned forward, planting his hand on his chin as he watched their movement. One moves to the kitchen, preparing a simple stew. The other moves to the bedroom, scribbling in a notebook. Remus, still leaning forward, lets a smirk overcome his face again.

“The Lord will fight for you; you only need to be still.”

Virgil finds himself being drawn to the man before him. He is supposed to be helping the priest with the monthly charity event, but he’s found himself completely distracted. The man’s hair is darker than the night, and his eyes seem to be overtaken by a shadow that Virgil is entranced by and wishes to get lost in. He finds himself moving without thought, entirely overwhelmed by desire as he moves close to the man. He pauses a few metres away, suddenly aware of his .mind again. He frowns, looking at the floor as he frowns at himself. He should not desire for anything, he remembers. He turns around, leaving the man behind.

Throughout the day, the man sits in his mind. He is consumed by him, so much so that he returns to the same place where he first saw him. To his surprise, the man is there again.

“Hello,” the man says, a smile spread across his face. Virgil does not match the expression but does not turn away. He knows he should. The Lord does not welcome mingling with outsiders, but he figures once won’t hurt. “What’s your name?”

“Virgil,” he speaks before thinking.

“I’m Remus. Tell me, where did you disappear off to? You seemed to be hellbent on coming over to me, then changed your mind.”

“I had to help my priest organise an event,” Virgil says.

“You’re religious?” Virgil nods. “Do you ever grow tired?” Virgil blinks at him, eyes widening. “Tired of waiting for your god to help you?”

“I don’t have those thoughts,” Virgil says, moving away from the man, but he follows him.

“Don’t or shouldn’t. Surely you have wants? Desires?”

“I-” Virgil pauses, standing in front of him.

“You can tell me your wants?”

Let it be known that Virgil rarely doubts. The church was his saviour, saving him from himself when he was young and alone. It gave him Logan, his love (even if he could never tell him), and it gave him a home, a community. Virgil has not wanted for anything because he knows what it is to suffer, and so he will be thankful for what little he has.

“You could have more,” the man, Remus, says. “You could have more than what you have.” Remus moves closer to him, and Virgil should move away, should return to his life and not want. He should never question his Lord. But he doesn’t. “I could give you what you want and what you need.” Virgil feels a hand on his hip, and he finds himself unwilling to move away, his breath stolen from him as he feels the man’s arms consume him.

“Remus, I- what- But-”

“Shhh, let yourself want, human, let yourself want with me,” Remus’s voice is in his ear.

“I shouldn’t think these things,” Virgil whispers.

“Your Lord has no control here.”

“I-” Virgil closes his eyes, mind conflicted. His lord saved him and gave him Logan; he should never doubt him.

“Is Logan your love's name?”

“I- He’s not my-”

“I see how you look at him?” Quality’s face burns red. “I see how he looks at you.”

“He doesn’t- it’s not returned.”

“Oh dear, little one, your Lord has led you astray. Making you believe you cannot love. Follow me. Come with me. You can love in peace with me.”

“But my lord-”

“Your Lord has forgotten you.” Virgil opens his eyes to meet Remus’s red ones. His eyes widen more as a soft hand comes up to cradle his face. He should pull away, but he finds himself wanting to stay. He finds himself wanting. “Stay with me.”

“And Logan?”

“Let’s go to him then.” Virgil feels himself being moved, and in the blink of an eye, he’s home, and Logan is looking up at him.

“Logan…” he says, and his voice already betrays him. The air is heavy and cold, and Virgil thinks he might cry at the look in Logan’s eyes.

“You have forsaken him-”

“Logan-”

“After all he’s done for you-”

“Logan, please-”

“After all he’s given us?”

“I love you.” Logan is quiet, eyes wide. “I know he says we are wrong, but we aren’t. I love you. Please, Logan, we could- I don’t know, Logan, we could go, Logan, please, I love you-”

“No- no, you can’t. It’s wrong, Virgil, it’s-” Virgil is crying, tears streaming down his face as Logan steps back.

“Logan.” Logan spins around at the new voice. “Your Lord has forsaken you. He knows nothing of love.”

“No, he loves us, he cares for us, he-”

“Has left you behind.” Remus moves closer to him. “I know this. Virgil knows this. See the light.”

“No, he- no!”

“He has left you in the dark, Logan. He has forsaken you.”

“No, I- no, he-. NO!”

“You love Logan. You love Virgil, but your lord has abandoned you. You cling to a faith that has done nothing but hurt you.” Logan’s breath catches as his eyes connect with fiery red eyes. “I can offer you safety. I have seen you two want for more than you have. For safety and love, Logan, I can give you that. Come with me.”

“Logan, please,” Virgil says. “I can’t stay, not now. But I can’t leave you-” He cuts himself off with a sob, Remus pulls him close, and Logan feels something well in his chest at the sight.

“You’re a demon,” Logan whispers.

“I am,” Remus says. “I am a demon, and I am your salvation.” Logan steps towards Virgil, towards both of them. He extends his hand, letting Virgil attach to them, to fall into his arms.

“I love you,” he mumbles to the man, who only cries harder. “Why do you help us?” he asks the demon, and the demon smiles, not cruel or unkind like he’s been taught but small and vulnerable.

“I have seen what you god does to his people; I do not wish to see you suffer.”

“But why?” he asks, desperately searching for anything because if he’s going to leave all he’s known behind, he needs a reason.

“Because I know what it is to want. To want for something and not get it,” Remus says, hands moving to cup Logan’s cheek to press against Virgil. “To love and not be allowed to show it.” Logan's face tilts, almost unconsciously, leaning against the warm hand. “Your God hath forsaken you, but I never will.”

“My lovers got humour.”

Remus finds himself to be lucky. He supposes it’s in his nature. The sky is dark as he sits. If he were awake, Virgil would say the sky is always dark here, but he sleeps peacefully on his lap, his head rested on his chest as his chest rises and falls softly and peacefully. Logan remains awake, his hand moving through Virgil’s hair, looking up at Remus, where he sits at his throne every few moments. When he’s sure Virgil is asleep, he moves away, letting Remus’s hand replace his and brush through Virgil’s hair.

“Why?” Logan asks, voice quiet. “Why us?”

“Love is a fickle thing,” Remus responds. “I’ve seen how your god treats his people, with punishments and pain for things that are out of your control. I do not wish to see you suffer. To see either of you suffer.”

“Why us?”

“Because you deserve better.”

“How do you know? How do you know we do? We have sinned. We have loved people we should not. We have broken the rules. We’ve been tempted. We’ve wanted.”

“You can want here.”

“It is wrong,” Logan whispers, but Remus knows he does not mean it.

“You are happier here,” Remus says. “You could be. You could be safe here. You could love him here.”

“Why help us?”

“I love you.”

“You don’t know us.”

“Unlike your old God, I take care of my people. You will not have to want because I will give you it all. I will shower you in it all.” Logan says nothing, letting himself move closer to believe. “You can love here. You can stay here.”

“You don’t know us,” Logan repeats, doubting his own words.

“I do not need to. I want to, but I have seen you, how you need.” Remus’s warm hand returns to his cheeks. “Can your God do this?” And then there are lips on his, and Logan feels the want rush through him. The wants he has repressed for years on the instruction of his community. He feels the want to kiss Virgil and hold him. The want to make mistakes and to live rush through him as Remus moves away. “Let the want consume you.”

“It’s a sin,” Logan whispers, but he doesn’t mean it. He finds himself wanting to sin.

“Whats sin to a demon?”

"Knows everybody's disapproval, should've worshipped them sooner."

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where-are-the-spooky-gays-2 · 3 months

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My mullet mechanic Remus agenda stems from a Remus/Logan/Virgil au fic I wanted to write but never did, however I didn't explain all of that because I wanted to stick within the realms of your blog :3 just know, there is forevermore mullet mechanic Remus in my head

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V A L I D 👑 Anon that still sounds like a pretty cool AU either way and if you ever feel up for writing that fic absolutely go for it! Mullet Mechanic Ree is a very underrated concept and I shall let it C O N S U M E me

#totally not biased because of my greaser!ree agenda /lie #intruanalogical mentioned #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #asks #answers #👑 anon #not a countdown

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an-organized-confusion · 1 year

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Not really trying to vague-post or mean anything ill for the correlation - but amusement.

Some Metalocalpyse/Dethklok fan blog liked some of my Gymrat!Dukexiety sketches and made me go, “Yeee-up. That shit would be right up these two dorks’ alleys.”

I think Remus has a soft spot for Murderface and Virgil thinks the fact Nathan is the most well-adjusted band member with actually great parents is the height of irony.

Remus may joke sometimes that Roman reminds him of Skwis... and totally sees some Toki in Pat (like, dude used to be a combat medic, he’s seen some stuff, and can be terrifying when he wants to be.)

Janus probably would be another Dethklok fan - given his BFF (Remus).

I picture Roman, Patton, and Logan being confused when the Dork Sides make references to shit like “hamburger time“. (Tho Remus lets Logan in on that stuff. Logan totally vibes with Charles.)

#sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders #(to recap the main ships in this AU...)#(ace-romantic dukexiety)#(aroallo roceit)#(qpr intruanalogical)#(and lotsa platonic dlampr shit)

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intrulogical for the ship opinion bingo

i ship it more than i dont but im not obsessed with them crazy style (still have thoughts abt them tho!!)

what made you ship it? honestly? their potential in poly dynamics. i admittedly think abt these two WAY more as a part of intruanalogical or analodemus than on their own. but also yknow. chaos and chill bfs.

what are your favorite things abt the ship? i am so Silly abt their h/c potential. on the logan end of remus managing to sooth him bc hes the only one logan has 0 expectations of dignity with. on the remus end of logan being so endlessly patient with him in a way no one else is, just.. excepting his chaos as it comes.

is there an unpopular opinion you have on the ship? hot take.. almost everyone ive seen writes them way too nice and normal. bitch they should be weirder. they should fist fight they should curse each other out. organs need to be involved.

bingo here

#intrulogical #sanders sides #tss #ts sides #sasi #logan sanders #remus sanders #tss logan #tss remus #ts logan #ts remus

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thomas-sanders-shipname-glossary · 2 months

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Sanders Sides OT4 Names

Glossary Masterpost

A list of the shipnames of Sanders Sides pairings that include four characters! Orange is included with temporary shipnames until we know more about him, as has been voted in this poll! Ordered by however it made sense to me.

Many of these I have come up with as I haven’t found any already existing ones. If you have any additions, please feel free to send an ask, message or submissions!

1) Patton / Roman / Logan / Virgil - LAMP, CALM, PolySanders

!! PolySanders can also refer to DLAMPR. Here is a poll I run about who Fanders thought the shipname referred to. !!

2) Patton / Roman / Logan / Janus - DLMP, Royaliloceit, Logincaliceit, Moraloginceit, Rologicaliceit, Moloroceit

3) Patton / Roman / Logan / Remus - LMPR, Rologicalimus, Rolomoduke

4) Patton / Roman / Logan / Thomas - PLMT, Mologincemas, Logincalimas

5) Patton / Roman / Logan / Nico - PLMN, Logincalico

6) Patton / Roman / Logan / King - KLMP, Logincalking

7) Patton / Roman / Logan / Orange - POLM, LOMP, MOLP, Moloronge, Logincalirange

8) Patton / Roman / Virgil / Janus - DAMP, Anaroyaliceit, Anaromoceit, Anamoroceit, Prinxiemoceit

9) Patton / Roman / Virgil / Remus - RAMP, Anaroyalimus

10) Patton / Roman / Virgil / Thomas - TAMP, Anaroyalimas

11) Patton / Roman / Virgil / Nico - NAMP, Anaroyalico

12) Patton / Roman / Virgil / King - KAMP, Anaroyaliking

13) Patton / Roman / Virgil / Orange - MARO, ROMA, Anaromorange

14) Patton / Roman / Janus / Remus - DMPR, Royaliceitmus

15) Patton / Roman / Janus / Thomas - PMDT, Royaliceitmas

16) Patton / Roman / Janus / Nico - PMND, DMNP, Royaliceitco

17) Patton / Roman / Janus / King - PMDK, Royalikingceit

18) Patton / Roman / Janus / Orange - MOPD, Royaliceitange

19) Patton / Roman / Remus / Thomas - PRMT, Intruroyalimas

20) Patton / Roman / Remus / Nico - PRMN, Intruroyalico

21) Patton / Roman / Remus / King - PRMK, Intruroyaliking

22) Patton / Roman / Remus / Orange - PROM, Intruroyalityrange

23) Patton / Roman / Thomas / Nico - PMTN, Royalimasco

24) Patton / Roman / Thomas / King - PMTK, Royalikingmas

25) Patton / Roman / Thomas / Orange - MOPT, Royaliangemas

26) Patton / Roman / Nico / King - PMNK, Royalikingco

27) Patton / Roman / Nico / Orange - PNOM, Royaliangeco

28) Patton / Roman / King / Orange - KOMP, Royalikingange

29) Patton / Logan / Virgil / Janus - DLAM, Analogicaliceit, Anloceitality

30) Patton / Logan / Virgil / Remus - LAMR, Intruanalogicality, Analogicalimus, Analomoduke

31) Patton / Logan / Virgil / Thomas - MALT, Analogicalimas

32) Patton / Logan / Virgil / Nico - MALN, Analogicalico

33) Patton / Logan / Virgil / King - KALM, Analogicaliking

34) Patton / Logan / Virgil / Orange - MOLA, Analogicaliange

35) Patton / Logan / Janus / Remus - DLMR, DRLM, Intruloceitality, Intrulogicaliceit, Intrulomoceit, Logicaliceitmus

36) Patton / Logan / Janus / Thomas - MLDT, Lopdeet, Moloceitmas

37) Patton / Logan / Janus / Nico - MLDN, Moloceitco

38) Patton / Logan / Janus / King - MLDK, Molokingceit

39) Patton / Logan / Janus / Orange - MOLD, Molorangeceit

40) Patton / Logan / Remus / Thomas - MLRT, Intrumolomas, Molomasmus

41) Patton / Logan / Remus / Nico - MLRN, Intrumoloco

42) Patton / Logan / Remus / King - MLRK, Intrumoloking

43) Patton / Logan / Remus / Orange - MORL, Intrumolorange

44) Patton / Logan / Thomas / Nico - MLTN, Logicalimasco

45) Patton / Logan / Thomas / King - MLTK, Logicalikingmas

46) Patton / Logan / Thomas / Orange - MOLT, Logicalimasange

47) Patton / Logan / Nico / King - MLNK, Logicalikingco

48) Patton / Logan / Nico / Orange - NOLM, Logicalicorange

49) Patton / Logan / King / Orange - MOLK, Logicalikingange

50) Patton / Virgil / Janus / Remus - DAMR, Moxceitmus, Intruanamoceit, Intrumoxceit, Anamoceitmus, Modukexieceit, Moxieceitmus

51) Patton / Virgil / Janus / Thomas - DAMT, Moxceitmas, Anamoceitmas

52) Patton / Virgil / Janus / Nico - DAMN, Moxceitco, Anamoceitco

53) Patton / Virgil / Janus / King - KAMD, Moxceitking, Anamokingceit

54) Patton / Virgil / Janus / Orange - DOMA, Moxceitange, Anamorangeceit

55) Patton / Virgil / Remus / Thomas - MART, Anaintrualimas

56) Patton / Virgil / Remus / Nico - MARN, Anaintrualico

57) Patton / Virgil / Remus / King - MARK, Anaintrualiking

58) Patton / Virgil / Remus / Orange - MORA, Anaintrualiange

59) Patton / Virgil / Thomas / Nico - MATN, Moxiemasco

60) Patton / Virgil / Thomas / King - KAMT, Moxiekingmas

61) Patton / Virgil / Thomas / Orange - ATOM, Moxiemasange

62) Patton / Virgil / Nico / King - MANK, Moxiekingco

63) Patton / Virgil / Nico / Orange - MONA, Moxiecorange

64) Patton / Virgil / King / Orange - MOKA, Moxiekingange

65) Patton / Janus / Remus / Thomas - MDRT, Moceitmasmus

66) Patton / Janus / Remus / Nico - MDRN, Moceitmusco

67) Patton / Janus / Remus / King - MDRK, Mokingceitmus

68) Patton / Janus / Remus / Orange - DORM, Moceitangemus

69) Patton / Janus / Thomas / Nico - MDTN, Moceitmasco

70) Patton / Janus / Thomas / King - MDTK, Mokingceitmas

71) Patton / Janus / Thomas / Orange - MODT, Moceitangemas

72) Patton / Janus / Nico / King - MDNK, Mokingceitco

73) Patton / Janus / Nico / Orange - NOMD, Moceitcorange

74) Patton / Janus / King / Orange - KOMD, Mokingceitange

75) Patton / Remus / Thomas / Nico - MRTN, Intrualimasco

76) Patton / Remus / Thomas / King - MRTK, Intrualikingmas

77) Patton / Remus / Thomas / Orange - MORT, Intrualiangemas

78) Patton / Remus / Nico / King - MRNK, Intrualikingco

79) Patton / Remus / Nico / Orange - NORM, Intrualicorange

80) Patton / Remus / King / Orange - KORM, Intrualikingange

81) Patton / Thomas / Nico / King - MTNK, Thomocoking

82) Patton / Thomas / Nico / Orange - TOMN, Thomocorange

83) Patton / Thomas / King / Orange - KOMT, Thomorangeking

84) Patton / Nico / King / Orange - MONK, Mocorangeking

85) Roman / Logan / Virgil / Janus - DLAP, PLAD, Anaroloceit, Analoginceit, Analoroceit

86) Roman / Logan / Virgil / Remus - LARP, Intruloprinxiety, Anarolomus

87) Roman / Logan / Virgil / Thomas - PLAT, Analogincemas

88) Roman / Logan / Virgil / Nico - PLAN, Analoginco

89) Roman / Logan / Virgil / King - KLAP, Analoginceking

90) Roman / Logan / Virgil / Orange - POLA, Analogincerange

91) Roman / Logan / Janus / Remus - DLPR, Remromloceit, Roloceitmus

92) Roman / Logan / Janus / Thomas - PLDT, Roloceitmas

93) Roman / Logan / Janus / Nico - PLDN, Rolococeit

94) Roman / Logan / Janus / King - PLDK, Rolokingceit

95) Roman / Logan / Janus / Orange - PLOD, Roloceitange, Rolorangeceit

96) Roman / Logan / Remus / Thomas - PRTL, Intrulogincemas

97) Roman / Logan / Remus / Nico - PRNL, Intruloginco

98) Roman / Logan / Remus / King - PRKL, Intruloginceking

99) Roman / Logan / Remus / Orange - PROL, Intrulogincerange

100) Roman / Logan / Thomas / Nico - PLTN, Rolomasco

101) Roman / Logan / Thomas / King - PLTK, Rolomasking

102) Roman / Logan / Thomas / Orange - PLOT, Rolomasange

103) Roman / Logan / Nico / King - PLNK, Rolocoking

104) Roman / Logan / Nico / Orange - PLON, Rolocorange

105) Roman / Logan / King / Orange - PLOK, Rolorangeking

106) Roman / Virgil / Janus / Remus - DAPR, Prinxceitmus, Anaroceitmus

107) Roman / Virgil / Janus / Thomas - PADT, Thomroanxceit, Prinxceitmas

108) Roman / Virgil / Janus / Nico - DANP, Prinxceitco

109) Roman / Virgil / Janus / King - DANK, Prinxceitking

110) Roman / Virgil / Janus / Orange - ODAN, Prinxceitange

111) Roman / Virgil / Remus / Thomas - PART, Intruprinxmas

112) Roman / Virgil / Remus / Nico - PRAN, Intrupinxco

113) Roman / Virgil / Remus / King - PARK, Intruprinxking

114) Roman / Virgil / Remus / Orange - PARO - Intruprinxange

115) Roman / Virgil / Thomas / Nico - PANT, Prinxcomas

116) Roman / Virgil / Thomas / King - PAKT, Prinxkingmas

117) Roman / Virgil / Thomas / Orange - PATO, Prinxmasange

118) Roman / Virgil / Nico / King - PANK, Prinxkingco

119) Roman / Virgil / Nico / Orange - PANO, Prinxcorange

120) Roman / Virgil / King / Orange - KAPO, Prinxkingange

121) Roman / Janus / Remus / Thomas - PDRT, Intruroceitmas

122) Roman / Janus / Remus / Nico - PDRN, Intrurococeit

123) Roman / Janus / Remus / King - PDRK, Intrurokingceit

124) Roman / Janus / Remus / Orange - PORD, Intruroceitange, Intruroranceit

125) Roman / Janus / Thomas / Nico - PDTN, Roceitmasco

126) Roman / Janus / Thomas / King - PDTK, Rokingceitmas

127) Roman / Janus / Thomas / Orange - PODT, Roceitmasange

128) Roman / Janus / Nico / King - PDNK, Rokingceitco

129) Roman / Janus / Nico / Orange - POND, Roceitcorange

130) Roman / Janus / King / Orange - KOPD, Rorangekingceit

131) Roman / Remus / Thomas / Nico - PRTN, Intruromasco

132) Roman / Remus / Thomas / King - PRTK, Intrurokingmas

133) Roman / Remus / Thomas / Orange - PORT, Intrurorangemas

134) Roman / Remus / Nico / King - PRNK, Intrurocoking

135) Roman / Remus / Nico / Orange - NORP, PORN, Intrurocorange

136) Roman / Remus / King / Orange - KROP, Intrurorangeking

137) Roman / Thomas / Nico / King - PTNK, Rocokingmas

138) Roman / Thomas / Nico / Orange - PONT, Rocorangemas

139) Roman / Thomas / King / Orange - KOPT, Rorangekingmas

140) Roman / Nico / King / Orange - PONK, Rocorangeking

141) Logan / Virgil / Janus / Remus - DLAR, Anaintruloceit, Analodemus, Analoceitmus, Intruanaloceit

142) Logan / Virgil / Janus / Thomas - DALT, Analoceitmas

143) Logan / Virgil / Janus / Nico - DALN, Analococeit

144) Logan / Virgil / Janus / King - DALK, Analokingceit

145) Logan / Virgil / Janus / Orange - DOLA, Analorangeceit

146) Logan / Virgil / Remus / Thomas - LART, Analodukemas, Anaintrulomas

147) Logan / Virgil / Remus / Nico - LARN, Anaintruloco

148) Logan / Virgil / Remus / King - LARK, Anaintruloking

149) Logan / Virgil / Remus / Orange - LARO, ORAL, Anaintrulorange

150) Logan / Virgil / Thomas / Nico - LANT, Analocomas

151) Logan / Virgil / Thomas / King - KALT, Analokingmas

152) Logan / Virgil / Thomas / Orange - ALTO, Analorangemas

153) Logan / Virgil / Nico / King - LANK, Analocoking

154) Logan / Virgil / Nico / Orange - LONA, Analocorange

155) Logan / Virgil / King / Orange - LOKA, Analorangeking

156) Logan / Janus / Remus / Thomas - LDRT, Intruloceitmas

157) Logan / Janus / Remus / Nico - LDRN, Intrulococeit

158) Logan / Janus / Remus / King - LDRK, Intrulokingceit

159) Logan / Janus / Remus / Orange - LORD, Intrulorangeceit

160) Logan / Janus / Thomas / Nico - LDTN, Lococeitmas

161) Logan / Janus / Thomas / King - LDTK, Lokingceitmas

162) Logan / Janus / Thomas / Orange - TOLD, Lorangeceitmas

163) Logan / Janus / Nico / King - LDKN, Locokingceit

164) Logan / Janus / Nico / Orange - LOND, Locorangeceit

165) Logan / Janus / King / Orange - KOLD, Lorangekingceit

166) Logan / Remus / Thomas / Nico - LRTN, Intrulocomas

167) Logan / Remus / Thomas / King - LRTK, Intrulokingmas

168) Logan / Remus / Thomas / Orange - LORT, Intrulorangemas

169) Logan / Remus / Nico / King - LRNK, Intrulocoking

170) Logan / Remus / Nico / Orange - LORN, Intrulocorange

171) Logan / Remus / King / Orange - LORK, Intrulorangeking

172) Logan / Thomas / Nico / King - LTNK, Locokingmas

173) Logan / Thomas / Nico / Orange - LONT, Locorangemas

174) Logan / Thomas / King / Orange - KOLT, Lorangekingmas

175) Logan / Nico / King / Orange - LONK, Locorangemas

176) Virgil / Janus / Remus / Thomas - DART, Thviceitmus

177) Virgil / Janus / Remus / Nico - DARN, Intruanacoceit

178) Virgil / Janus / Remus / King - DARK, Intruanakingceit

179) Virgil / Janus / Remus / Orange - ROAD, Intruanaorangeceit

180) Virgil / Janus / Thomas / Nico - DANT, Anacoceitmas

181) Virgil / Janus / Thomas / King - DAKT, Anakingceitmas

182) Virgil / Janus / Thomas / Orange - TOAD, Anaorangeceitmas

183) Virgil / Janus / Nico / King - DANK, Anakingcoceit

184) Virgil / Janus / Nico / Orange - DONA, Anacorangeceit

185) Virgil / Janus / King / Orange - KODA, Anaorangekingceit

186) Virgil / Remus / Thomas / Nico - RANT, Intruanacomas

187) Virgil / Remus / Thomas / King - RAKT, Intruanakingmas

188) Virgil / Remus / Thomas / Orange - TARO, Intruanaorangemas

189) Virgil / Remus / Nico / King - RANK, Intruanakingco

190) Virgil / Remus / Nico / Orange - RONA, Intruanacorange

191) Virgil / Remus / King / Orange - KARO, Intruanakingange

192) Virgil / Thomas / Nico / King - TANK, Anakingcomas

193) Virgil / Thomas / Nico / Orange - TONA, Anacorangemas

194) Virgil / Thomas / King / Orange - TAKO, Anakingangemas

195) Virgil / Nico / King / Orange - NOKA, Anakingcorange

196) Janus / Remus / Thomas / Nico - DRTN, Dukeceitmasco

197) Janus / Remus / Thomas / King - DRTK, Dukekingceitmas

198) Janus / Remus / Thomas / Orange - DORT, Dukeangeceitmas

199) Janus / Remus / Nico / King - DRNK, Dukeceitkingco

200) Janus / Remus / Nico / Orange - DORN, Dukeceitcorange

201) Janus / Remus / King / Orange - DORK, Dukekingceitange

202) Janus / Thomas / Nico / King - DTNK, Thomceitkingco

203) Janus / Thomas / Nico / Orange - DONT, Thomangeceitco

204) Janus / Thomas / King / Orange - DOKT, Thomkingceitange

205) Janus / Nico / King / Orange - DONK, Kingceitcorange

206) Remus / Thomas / Nico / King - RTNK, Intrumascoking

207) Remus / Thomas / Nico / Orange - TORN, Intrucorangemas

208) Remus / Thomas / King / Orange - KORT, Intrukingmasange

209) Remus / Nico / King / Orange - KORN, Intrukingcorange

210) Thomas / Nico / King / Orange - TONK, Thomkingcorange

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