#trash noodle

[loganslowdown4]

Remus: I’m off to do something stupid!

Janus: Hold the fuck up—

Remus: :(

Janus: Not without me!

Remus: :D

[im-a-space-gay]

Welcome to Camp Sanders!

(I’ve downloaded three translators to find out half the time Google Translate was either the only one getting it right or the only one getting it wrong. If there is any mistakes in any language besides English, I am sorry as I only speak English fluently [ha, fluently]. Also yes, ANOTHER AU. Look, I’m idea/story fluid along with gender fluid. Deal with it.)

“I do not see the point of summer camp,” a fourteen year old boy stated, looking out the car window in resentment towards the camp and kids of varying ages running around.

This boy’s name was Logan Lee Lucy, born November 3rd in Japan and moving to the U.S. when he was three. With black hair pushed away from his eyes that were sapphire blue, he wore rectangular glasses and a black T-shirt with gray shorts. Normally he wore polos and ties, but his awful mother said that was too formal for where she was sending him.

Camp Sanders.

Camp Sanders was a summer camp for kids from eight to eighteen, and was in the middle of a forest without anything around it. It was a place for kids to find and pursue interests, and there was plenty activities from outdoors to indoors, pleasing every kid.

Every kid, except for Logan, of course.

“You need to spend some time in the sunshine and make friends,” his mother said in response, and Logan huffed, crossing his arms and sliding down the seat.

“Friends are for spineless maggots who are dependent on others for happiness,” Logan glared, and his mother sighed.

“No wonder why you’re never happy.”

“I’m happy plenty, I’ll have you know!” Logan lied, finally unbuckling his seatbelt, and grabbing his backpack.

“Alright,” his mother said, twisting around to look at him with a smile from the driver’s seat. “Just... try to have a nice summer, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too,” Logan said before leaving, grasping his backpack straps as he stared down the streams of kids, his mother driving away behind him. He was just about to follow the children before someone poked his shoulder. He looked over to see a boy that was probably his age, smiling widely.

He was fairly tan, with a infinite amount of freckles and curly orange locks with bright blue eyes. When Logan paid attention to the smile, he could see a small gap between his two middle incisors on the top. He had a baby blue crop top and khaki short shorts, with a pink backpack and round glasses.

“Hiya! I’m Patton Hart, fourteen, he/him!” He said, sticking his hand out to shake, which Logan did with a raised eyebrow.

“Logan Lucy, fourteen, he/him.”

“Nice to meet ya Logan!” Patton smiled wider, and Logan picked up on a small Irish accent. “Now, I’m no expert, but are you new?”

“Yes?” Logan blinked, wondering if he was that obvious before something else crossed his mind. “Wait, some people come here repeatedly?”

“Yeppers!” Patton said, pointing at himself. “I’ve been here for three summers before this one, and I’m friends with most that keep coming here! I just really love this camp! Among other things....”

Patton murmured the last part with a blush, suddenly acting shy as he fiddled with his earlobe with a tiny smile. Logan would ask, but he was rather befuddled with this new information.

“So you come back to summer camp... because you want to?” Logan asked in desbelief, and Patton’s shy demeanor vanished as he nodded with a bright grin.

“Uh huh! Who knows, maybe you’ll do the same!” Logan scrunched his nose at the statement.

“Doubtful, but alright.”

“Now, I’ll help you get signed in since you’re in my age group!” Patton said cheerfully, taking Logan’s hand and dragging him with the rest of kids that were going to a giant building, which Logan found out was the mess hall upon entering.

Logan, after looking around the -rather aesthetically pleasing- hall, realized that Patton was talking to him and listened in.

“-onder which cabin you’ll be placed in!”

“Cabin?” Logan parroted, and Patton glanced in his direction before pulling him to a forest green table with a couple clipboards.

“Yep! You’ll be placed in a cabin based on age and sex -unless you’re trans, than you go in with the gender you identify with so you don’t feel dysphoria- and you get five bunk mates!” Patton explained, telling him to sign in while he checked which cabin Logan was placed in.

Logan finished his signature when Patton gasped loudly, and Logan jumped, looking at him in confusion. Patton faced him excited, showing the clipboard to him.

“You’re in the Sides cabin! THAT’S MY CABIN!” And before Logan could open his mouth, Patton gasped again with a worried look and turned the clipboard to him again.

After scanning it, he sighed in relief.

“Uh,” Logan intelligently said, and Patton looked up, blinking.

“Oh sorry, I was just checking who left the Sides cabin. It was just Dev, so no reason to worry!”

“Alright,” Logan nodded, feeling like he was missing something.

“Well,” Patton said, grabbing Logan’s hand again. “Let’s head to our cabin! You’re going to love the others!”

They were out of the mess hall before Logan could blink, Patton being in more of a hurry than before, they weaved through the crowd before arriving at a small cabin that looked exactly the same as the rest of the cabins, if you excluded the sign above the door reading “Sides”. Patton took a calming breath before opening the door, and everyone in the room looked over, making Logan flinch even as they looked at Patton with wide grins.

Two of the boys were undoubtedly twins of Hispanic origins, one wearing a red T-shirt and washed out overalls, while the other wore a green T-shirt and black overalls with holes, their dark brown hair swooping dramatically and brown eyes filled with energy. It seemed these two were playing tug-o-war with a small rope before they opened the door.

Another had dark skin with a splotch of a lighter skin tone on the left side of his face, black hair braided away from his eyes. His left eye was green, while his right was brown, and he had a yellow tank top with a two headed snake and ripped jeans. It appeared this one was recording what the twins were doing with a smirk on his lips.

The final one seemed to be the only one of American descent in the cabin, with pale skin and brown hair long enough that it covered his eyes and ears and touched the tip of his nose. He had a strange hoodie that mainly was black, but the sleeves had alternating black and purple stripes, and the hood and pocket were purple. He also wore black high-waisted shorts with black thigh highs that almost reached the shorts, leaving the smallest sliver of pale skin between them, and purple headphones around his neck. He was hanging upside down, halfway off one of the top bunks, showing his emerald eyes.

“Hiya!” Patton said excitedly, dragging Logan in behind him, making Logan barely have time to close the door behind him.

“Patton!” The twins yelled simultaneously, dropping the rope and running over to hug Patton, thankfully making him let go of Logan’s hand so he could back away from the group hug.

When they pulled away, they looked at Logan, and smiled near-identical grins.

“Who’s this you brought with ya?” The one in red asked, making Logan happy when he stayed out of his personal bubble. Patton gasped and clapped, gesturing widely to him.

“Everybody, this is our new bunk mate, Logan! Logan, meet everybody!”

“Hi?” He said confused, and Patton pointed at the twins.

“These are Roman and Remus Royal, the twins! Roman wears red and Remus wears green,” Patton explained, and Logan nodded, making a silent note that the twins were color-coded. Then Patton walked over to the dark skinned one and slung an arm around him. “This is Janus Smith, a ball of sarcasm and friendship!”

Janus snorted, waving before saying, “less friendship, more snake.”

Logan blinked confused, wondering what that meant but Patton was already bounding toward the one hanging precariously from the bed, blush on his face.

“And this is Virgil Storm! He’s really anxious, listens to music a lot, and speaks any language except English out of spite, I’ve been told. He still understands English though!”

“こんにちは,” Virgil nodded, biting his lip. Logan nodded back, pleasantly surprised when Virgil spoke in his home language.

“こんにちは。英語を話してみませんか?” Logan asked, and he saw the others looking confused while Virgil smiled.

“私の家族は英語しか話せません。私は家族が嫌いです。”

Logan rose his eyebrow but nodded.

“Okay.”

“Anyways,” Patton said, dragging everyone’s attention to him. “It’s nice to see you all again!”

“You too!” The twins chimed, Janus nodding.

“Tú freisin Patton,” Virgil said, finally moving so he was not about to fall off the bed, covering his eyes with his bangs, and Logan was pretty sure Patton was blushing again. Probably because of everybody saying it was nice to see him as well.

At least, he thinks Virgil said that. Logan only spoke English and Japanese, not whatever that was. Though that did make him curious how many languages Virgil knew.

“So, shall we play twenty questions?” Janus questioned as Logan and Patton put their stuff on the remaining bunks. Everybody was quick to agree (wow okay he was going to have to get used to people speaking languages he didn’t understand), and Logan had only one thought as he watched Janus play catch with the twins, with Patton telling them how his year was and Virgil occasionally muttering to him in Japanese that he wished Logan luck with dealing with all of them.

Maybe this summer won’t be so bad.

[sparrow-flightninggale]

Remus, biting at Roman:

Roman, screeching and hiding behind Logan: GET YO FUKIN DOG BICH

Deceit, looking unamused with Remus on a leash: it dont bite

Roman: YES IT DO

[eepybibes]

Deceit in an oversized sweater + the other sides

[romansleftshoulderpad]

Hellfire, Dark Fire

Words: 1,658

Ships: Dukeceit, implied LAMP

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, Sympathetic Remus, PG13, implied nsfw, thanks to the lyrics I accidentally implied that LAMP fucks like rabbits but it be like that sometimes, food mention, death mention, poison mention

Also HUGE shoutout to @virge-of-a-breakdown for helping me out with this

Tags: @fandermom @patchworkofstars @poisonedapples @hogwarts-my-love @opaque-puppet @omni-hamiltrash @darling-elm @jynxlovesluck   @localtransgrape @because-were-fam-ily

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Beata Maria, You know I am a righteous man Of my virtue, I am justly proud.

Deceit and Remus had come to an agreement at some point after Virgil left. They worked alone, but they were not uncivil. They ate meals together, often socialized and conspired together, but they each had their own separate spaces. It was simple and organized.

So why did things have to change?

Deceit knew who he was. He knew how others saw him. He’s a liar, deception incarnate, a snake, a fiend, the list goes on and on. But Deceit also knew that he was honest where it mattered most, he was honest with himself. Logan, Roman, and Patton can lie to themselves day in and day out but he knows it will never get them anywhere. Virgil can lie to himself about how he’s free from his past, but those lies are more of a ball and chain than his past will ever be.

Beata Maria, You know I’m so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

But Deceit was starting to regret that promise to himself. Ever since Remus had come out of the dark, he had been stronger and more powerful. It was almost intoxicating to watch him work.

Then tell me, Maria, Why I see him dancing there? Why his smoldering eyes still scorch my soul?

“Oh, it was fantastic!” Remus had yelled, his legs swung over the top of the couch as he hung from it upside down. “There was a song and- Oh! You should have seen the way Patton squirmed! It was delightful!”

“And our dear, old friend?”

“Oh, the itsy bitsy spider?” Remus laughed. “As Emo as ever.”

Deceit rolled his eyes, obviously not satisfied with the answer at hand. “Happy to hear that. All seems to be going according to plan, then?”

“You bet your bottom dollar, boss,” Remus teased. “And you can bet your bottom too.” He laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows but Deceit only rolled his eyes.

“You’re disgusting.”

“Only in the bedroom!”

Deceit picked up Remus’s feet and gently tossed him onto the ground. The Duke, however, only laughed as he folded his arms over Deceit’s lap and propped his chin into his hands. “I knew you’d have me on my knees on of these days,” he said with a wink.

Deceit flipped off Remus as he felt the human side of his face turn beet red. “I absolutely despise you.”

Remus laughed and stuck out his tongue as he scrunched his face in a weirdly adorable way. “Sure you do,” he chuckled. This did not help Deceit’s blush.

As time went on, things only changed more and more. He found himself fixated on Remus. On how Remus’s hair looked shiny and smooth in the light. He was fixated on Remus’s eyeshadow and how it brought out the way his hazel eyes twinkled anytime he had an idea. He was fixated on how Remus’s collarbones stuck out from his shirt. He was fixated on everything beneath Remus’s clothes.

It only got worse in winter. While Florida never got very cold in the winters, temperatures were always amplified in the mindscape; ergo, Deceit was freezing.

But Remus was there. Remus was there to supply him with blankets and hot chocolate. Damn him, Deceit thought as Remus leaned in close, carefully wrapping another blanket around Deceit’s shoulders. Deceit could feel the heat of his breath against his face which didn’t smell like something vile for once. “Did you steal my hot chocolate?” Deceit asked.

“Had to make sure the taste of poison was properly concealed,” he teased.

“If you wanted to kill me, it’d be much easier to just let me freeze.”

“Perhaps,” Remus said, pulling Deceit’s chin down and slowly pouring hot chocolate into his mouth. “As entertaining as it would be to watch you die, I’d be horribly lonely then. So, really, I have no choice but to take care of you.”

Deceit smiled, pushing the cup away from his face. “I hate you, too.”

I feel him, I see him The sun caught in his raven hair is blazing in me out of all control.

The worst of it all though was when Remus would hold Deceit in his arms and they’d sit by the fire together. Due to the close proximity to heat, Deceit could get by with just his old grey sweater and scarf, but Remus insisted that he needed the extra body heat. His touches felt hotter than fire.

Like fire Hellfire

He found himself half-asleep, rag-dolling in Remus’s lap as his eyes stayed fixated on fire but the rest of his body was fixated on the way Remus’s mustache brushed against his cheek or how his breath hit his neck. Remus pulled him closer ever so slightly and neatly pressed a kiss to his cheek. Deceit let out a contented sigh and let his eyes slip shut, focusing on nothing other than how he felt in Remus’s arms.

He didn’t want to love Remus. He was too tired to care.

This fire in my skin.

Was there any point in lying to himself? Could Deceit spare a moment of honesty to allow himself to revel in this moment? As Remus’s mouth moved down to his neck, kissing his skin ever so gently, ever so slowly, every part of him was screaming, “hell yes!”

This burning desire

He turned towards Remus, both of them stuck in time from the moment they locked eyes. After an infinity of waiting, Deceit moved in closer and their lips met with a passion that burned brighter than the crackling fire next to them.

Is turning me to sin.

Months of unspoken feelings easily rolled off the tongue of a wordless conversation. Hands explored bodies, fingers tangled through hair, each of them new territory for the other to explore. It was invigorating and enlightening. It was alive!

Deceit had forgotten all about winter. All that mattered was Remus. Remus’s hair. Remus’s skin. Remus.

It was a night of pure ecstasy.

But a morning as if nothing had happened. Remus was back to being his usual, annoying self. He made sure that Deceit was warm, but made no mention of the kiss...es.

Somehow the anger of being ignored just made Deceit want him even more. And the punishment for lying to oneself truly begins.

“Is anything the matter my serpentine fiend?” Remus asked, gently sliding a mug of hot cocoa in front of Deceit.

Deceit silently pushed the mug away. “I’m sick of chocolate.”

“I used a special ingredient,” Remus hummed as he pushed the mug back towards Deceit. “Oh don’t give me that sour face!”

“This is poisoned, isn’t it?”

Remus feigned a gasp. “I am shocked! I am offended that you would suggest that I would harm a dear friend!”

Deceit picked up the mug and dumped its contents onto the floor. “Someone’s going to have to clean that up.”

“Wow! I didn’t know it was possible for you to be more of an asshole!” 

Deceit dropped the mug and apathetically watched it shatter into pieces. “Whoopsies.”

“I have a feeling you’re mad at me.”

Deceit gasped. “Whatever gave you such an idea?!”

“Do you want me to suck your dick?”

“Perhaps then you’d have some good ideas.”

“Okay, now you’re just being mean.” Remus sat down next to Deceit at the table and grabbed his ice-cold hand. “C’mon, Double D, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“You are!” he yelled. “I- I am... I... don’t know.”

“That’s honest,” Remus said. “You’re at least trying.

Deceit looked up at him and had a rush of déja vu. How easy it would be to kiss Remus once more and feel that same flood of electricity and emotion. “Everything is so... complicated, lately.”

“How so?”

Deceit said nothing but buried his face behind his scarf. He felt Remus’s hand brush against his scales. Remus was fire. He was uncontrollable and destructive but also warm. So, so warm and beautiful, in his own strange way.

It’s not my fault, I’m not to blame.

“Do you wanna kiss again?” Remus teased, but his words held an ounce of sincerity under the surface. “I really like kissing you, Snake Face.”

Remus stood and Deceit followed as if it were second nature. He was completely entranced by whatever spell Remus had him under. They both moved back slowly until Deceit was pressed against the wall with one hand on his chest and the other on his face.

It’s not my fault If in God’s plan

Remus moved in closer, his bangs falling against Deceit’s nose. “Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice rich and deep. Deceit thought he might go weak in the knees.

He made the devil so much stronger than a man.

Deceit nodded and felt as if he might melt when their lips connected. Kissing Remus was its own high. It was all Deceit wanted to do for the rest of his life.

Protect me, Maria Don’t let this siren cast his spell.

Remus moved in closer and electricity ran through their connected bodies as they both moved in closer and closer, destroying every infinitesimal space until it almost felt like they were one. Yet they weren’t one. They were thankful to be two separate bodies since such a separation allowed them to be like this.

Don’t let his fire sear my flesh and bones.

“I love you,” Deceit panted.

Hellfire. Dark fire.

Remus picked up Deceit’s legs in a quick motion and held him against the wall. “Love can wait,” he said, pressing one more heated kiss to Deceit’s lips. “I have other plans for today.”

Deceit gasped but his shock quickly melted into a mischievous smirk. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean. Perhaps you’ll just have to demonstrate.”

God have mercy on him.

They sunk out of the kitchen.

God have mercy on me.

[marbarwantsbacon]

OOC, self indulgent Demus art for the soul ;w; (mostly for mine hahaha)

As you can tell, yes I have an obsession of the sides wearing dresses, judge me as you wish ;w;

reblog if can

Crappy bonus! at the bottom:

[loganslowdown4]

Remus: *boops Janus’ nose* BOOP

Janus: *involuntary tongue blep*

Remus: Oh my fuck!?

Janus: Wait no- no it wasn’t—!

Remus: :D

Janus: SHIT

Remus: BOOPBOOPBOOPBOOPBOOP

[loganslowdown4]

Janus: What are you writing?

Remus: The lights have requested a list of the weapons I have in my arsenal.

Janus: *reading over Remus’ shoulder* This just says ‘fuck around and find out’ in calligraphy.

Remus: Roman isn’t the only one who can spew poetry, Jan.