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It always works.

How to shut up ur intrusive thoughts /j/j

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You know that’s—

*sighs*

Come on, Meus, let’s go lift your nephew’s curse.

Fairytale Wedding

Inspired by an incorrect quote by @loganslowdown4 .

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you see the reason intrulogical works so well is because logic is the only side that could possibly handle intrusive thoughts when they're bleeding into your creativity, activating your anxiaty, and messing with your morality. applying logic lets you place yourself outside of the thoughts and see that they don't actually say anything about you.

and also because the on-screen dynamic is fucking glorious everytime

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They’re not wrong, Lo Lo…

(This is all purely my opinion, believe it or not it isn’t a fact)

Y’all need to understand that Logan is THE MOST shippable side

Like

Here have an example:

Demus, right? Imo a fairly average ship, not bad but not my fav.

Throw in Logan. Try it.

Now you have intruloceit. An ultimate ship.

So yeah Logan is the most shippable and can upgrade many a ship

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remus : hey logan, wanna play 20 questions ? logan : oh, uh, sure? what’s your favorite color?remus : triangle! do you like boys?

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I need you all to understand that intrulogical solves all life problems

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You get it

intrulogical is like if the unstoppable force and the immovable object teamed up

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I like to imagine they fell in love with eachother for absolutely stupid reasons.

also my hc is that logan is one of those guys who peels the orange and then eats it like an apple.

#did we already blog this? #maaaaybe #it’s a _lovely_ head cannon 💙💚

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Hello all!

Obviously we're already in the new year now, I'll be honest I meant to do this sooner, but here we are:

If there's enough interest in the event I'll post a poll for dates!

#anaroceit #anaroceitweek info #anaroceitweek #sanders sides

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Imagine: Logan and Remus have a snowball fight. they both keep summoning weirder and more powerful weapons to fight each other with. by the end of it they are snowball-nuking each other. I'm very normal

Sounds like they're in!

#intrulogical #chaos intrulogical #snowball nukes #should this count as a prompt suggestion?

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I'm in my canon Intrulogical era now lol

#sanders sides #remus sanders #logan sanders #intrulogical #remus the duke sanders #yes yes yes

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Archduke of Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 34: Then, Remus

[AO3 Link]

When Remus opened his eyes again, it took him several long moments to understand that he was still in the hidden room in Verdant Keep. Namely, because it was crowded . The room was filled with soldiers and medics all talking over each other and rushing about. It wasn’t more than thirty people all told, but the room was not meant to hold quite so many people. 

The last thing he remembered was going down to Wrath’s claws. Now, he was laying in a medic cot with his damaged leather armor set off to the side. His bonded weapon had vanished when it left his grasp… but his left hand was still grasping something so tightly he could feel blood, warm and sticky against his palm. Slowly, he lifted his hand and willed his cramping fingers to uncurl. A few droplets of blood rolled down his arm from where the sharp edges of the ruby pendant had pierced his skin. 

The Amulet. 

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#kye writes #sanders sides #ts fic #intrulogical #remus sanders #logan sanders #archduke tag #ts logan #ts remus #romantic intrulogical

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POV: During SVS: REDUX, while Janus is disguised as Logan,

Remus and Logan realize how alike they really are.

#remus sanders #ts remus #sander sides #intrulogical

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Inherited Mess Pt. 6

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A Little Trip

It was rare for Patton to walk in front of the group, usually more than happy with being in the center and chit-chatting with whoever was beside him. He knew it made Janus and Remus feel calmer when they were out and about if there was a shield of sorts around him, but when it came to his store, Patton was in charge and the lead. Roman was actually in his spot, walking with Virgil behind him, Remus on one side, Janus on the other, and Patton front and center. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. Gold!” A young man wearing an apron with the store’s logo greeted Patton as they walked in. “Anything in particular you’re looking for today?” 

“Afternoon, Kaiser!” Patton greeted back with the biggest smile. “I’m just checking out some spices today. Thank you!” He gave a little wave as he continued past and giggled when he felt Janus at his side, taking hold of his hand. 

“Your jealousy is showing, Jan~” Remus sang his tease. 

“Shut it,” Janus said with a glare over his shoulder. 

“It’s adorable.” Patton squeezed Janus’ hand and giggled some more when Janus looked away in embarrassment. 

“Gross.” Virgil teased as well. 

“Oh, hush.” Patton laughed and grabbed Virigl’s hand with his other one. “Come look at spices with us.” He said as he walked off with them. Logan had texted him earlier about Remus needing to talk with Roman and he figured this was a good way to split the group. 

“This is a cute little shop,” Roman commented as he went the other way, not caring to look at a wall of blended leaves. 

“It’s one of Patton’s favorites,” Remus said, walking alongside his brother. 

“Shocking that the chef likes the kitchen store.” Roman chuckled and paused to look at the display of hanging aprons. 

“Yeah…” Remus awkwardly cleared his throat, making sure they were alone before speaking again. “About this morning-”

“About me discovering you’ve been shot?” Roman���s tone was harsh and his eyes stayed on the aprons. 

“I thought you knew. I thought Mom and Dad told you.” Remus rubbed the back of his neck. “It was like ten years ago, my first day out on my own. I think you were sick at the time?”

“When wasn’t I sick?” Roman sounded annoyed as he flipped through the aprons, not really looking, just wanting to do something with his hands. 

“If I knew they didn’t tell you about it, I would have.”

“And the other scars?” 

“Most of them are just part of the job, nothing too big.”

“And what is ‘the job’?”

“I can’t tell you here. We need to be back at the house for that.” 

“You’re never going to tell me, you’re just stalling.” Roman huffed and stormed off, walking past rows of silverware. 

“I wanted you settled in before throwing even more shit at you,” Remus said as he followed. “You have to have at least an idea of what’s going on, there’s no way you’re fully in the dark.” 

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. Maybe I don’t want to think too in-depth about what my family does while I’m strapped down to a hospital bed because my body hates me.” Roman stopped in front of the mixers, catching himself and knowing he was more angry at the world than his brother. He took a quick deep breath and crossed his arms, facing Remus. “Clearly, it’s dangerous and tough. You live in a house filled to the brim with overly fit people and those people walk around with knives and guns like it’s attached to their souls. It makes more money than beyond understanding with all we can afford and then some. What’s the detail I’m missing that puts those weird facts together that you can’t publicly mention?” Roman waited as Remus just stared at him. “Are you actually going to tell me when we get back?” 

“I will,” Remus said.

“Promise?”

“I do.” 

“A real promise?” Roman held up his hand, pinky sticking out. 

“Really? A pinky promise? We haven’t done that since we were-” Remus stopped himself when he saw how serious Roman’s face was. “Fine.” He wrapped his pinky around Roman’s and they both squeezed. “I promise I will tell you what we do when we get home.” 

“Good.” Roman nodded and let their hands drop. “Is there anything else you’re hiding from me? You don’t have like a secret boyfriend or something, right?” 

“N-No, not at all.” Remus weakly laughed. “You know I don’t do that dating stuff, I just suck and fu-” 

“Too much detail!” Roman plugged his ears and turned away, not seeing Remus rubbing his face. 

“Bad move,” Remus grumbled to himself.  

“I could try to make sushi!” Patton’s voice carried across the building from his excitement. 

“Sushi?” Roman perked up and strolled right past Remus and joined the others. “What kind are you thinking? You have to make sure you get a good quality fish if you’re doing anything raw.” He said to Patton and Patton looked even more excited at having someone talking food with him. 

“Absolutely! I was thinking of trying to make some rolls. We’ll need some different rice, though.” Patton showed Roman the spices and other ingredients he’d already picked out. 

“Tuna or Salmon is always really good.” 

“Of course, Princey would know about fancy food stuff,” Virgil said with a grin, laughing when Roman glared at him. 

“He’s going to slap you with a fish at this rate.” Janus chuckled. 

“If he’s even able to pick up a dead fish without crying, I’d welcome it.” Virgil continued his teasing. 

“I will kick you.” Roman threatened. 

“It’s cute that you think you could land a hit.” Virgil’s grin grew.

“No fighting.” Patton scolded both of them. 

Remus softly laughed as he watched the group, relaxing at seeing that they were somewhat getting along. The teasing and ‘threats’ feeling right.

“Hm?” Remus hummed when his phone buzzed. He froze as he read the text from Logan. “Shit. We need to get back now.” His tone got Janus and Virigl to spring into action. 

“We’ll come back tomorrow for the stuff.” Janus sat down what Patton had picked before guiding him to be in the middle with Roman. He and Virgil walked behind while Remus took the front, walking them out of the store.

“I’ll drive,” Remus stated.

“Wait? What’s happening? What’s with the rush?” Roman asked.

“Remy’s hurt.” 

#sandy writes #intrulogical #sanders sides #assassin!au #prinxiety #moceit

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Every day, it’s a gettin’ closer…

31 weeks until Intrulogical Week!

#intrulogical #logan sanders #remus sanders #ts logan #ts remus #sanders sides #romantic intrulogical #intrulogical week #platonic intrulogical #intrulogicalweek2024 #intrulogicalweek

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Inherited Mess Pt. 9

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Worries

Hours passed, and everyone was oddly quiet as Patton served dinner, placing plates of chicken in front of them. They all waited until Patton served himself and sat down before beginning to eat. Roman caught on to that habit fairly quickly. 

“Will Remy be able to join us tomorrow?” Patton asked. “I can make his favorite.” 

“He should be on his feet in the morning. The medics want to check how drowsy the pain medicine makes him before giving an estimation on how long he’ll be out of commission,” Remus said, poking at his food with his fork. 

“He’s going to be pouty until he’s cleared.” Virgil weakly laughed. “He’ll be giving you a run for your money.” He added to Roman.

“I do not…” Roman let his annoyed protest trail off when he noticed that Virgil’s joke got the others to laugh. He liked that change in mood a lot better. “If he gets grumpy, he’ll be giving you a run for yours.” Roman decided to tease back instead and relaxed when that also got a few laughs. 

“Shit, Roman, I was supposed to talk with you,” Remus spoke like the realization literally hit him, a hand going to his forehead. 

“It can wait till tomorrow,” Roman said with a shrug, just catching the hint of a proud smile Virigl had, and he did not know how to feel about how that got his face to go a bit warm.

“We can go back to the store tomorrow, Patton,” Janus said. “And then you and Roman can work on that sushi stuff you were talking about.” 

“Just the two of you going out?” Remus asked. “I’m not sure-” He stopped at the feeling of Logan’s hand on his thigh under the table. “Be careful, alright?” 

“Always.” Janus grinned while Patton softly giggled about why Remus changed his sentence. He didn’t need to see it to know what happened. 

“Remy likes sushi, so you’ll get a two-for-one with that dinner plan,” Virgil said. 

“You know a lot about Remy,” Roman commented.

“It’d be shocking if he didn’t.” Janus hummed with a chuckle. “Kind of hard not to know things about-ow, fuck! Virgil!” He snapped after Virgil kicked his leg hard under the table. 

“I didn’t do anything,” Virgil said and took a sip of his drink. 

“Wait, why is it not shocking that he knows a lot about Remy?” Roman tried again. 

“He’s likely referring to-shit!” Logan started answering and got kicked as well.

“Virgil!” Remus’ sudden harsh snap got everyone to go still. Logan felt the strong, protective hold on his leg, and he placed his hand on top of Remus’

“I’m okay,” Logan said softly. Remus’ eyes widened when he realized what he’d done.

“Shit, sorry. I’m just-shit.” Remus shook his head and stood up. “Sorry, I think I need to call it an early night. Thanks for dinner, Pat. I’ll see you all in the morning.” He shook his head more at himself before walking away. 

“I’m going to call it an early night as well.” Logan stacked Remus' plate on top of his own. “Dinner was delicious, good night, everyone.” He gave a quick nod and walked off as well. 

“It’s…weird seeing Remus like that.” Roman didn’t mean for that to be said out loud. 

“It is.” Virgil agreed. 

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Dinner finished, everyone else split off to do their own thing, and Patton was alone in the kitchen doing the dishes. He was beyond talented at hiding his own worries, keeping a happy face, and laughing through it all to help others stay calm. His job wasn't just cooking, it was also helping to keep the energy happy. People went to him to feel better, to get a sweet treat, and a positive attitude. It was easy to turn off worried thoughts with others around, but when he was alone…that’s when the wall breaks.

Patton was scrubbing a clean plate, lost in his head as his hand moved in a sharp, repetitive movement. He was unaware of someone else coming into the kitchen as well and didn’t hear his name until it was said for the second time.

“Huh? Oh, sorry.” Patton put his smile on when he saw Janus and sat the clean plate aside before working on an actually dirty one. 

“What’s on your mind?” Janus had been with Patton long enough to be able to tell his real smiles from his trying-to-hide smiles. 

“It’s nothing,” Patton said out of habit. 

“What’s on your mind,” Janus repeated to remind Patton that it was just the two of them. There was a pause as Patton placed the new plate aside and was now working on cleaning the silverware. 

“You were supposed to go with Remy.” Patton finally broke the silence, speaking in almost a whisper. 

“That was the original plan, but Adrien insisted Remy would be able to handle it on his own.” Janus moved closer to Patton and noticed how he seemed to be fixating on a specific spot on a spoon. 

“You were supposed to go with Remy, and Remy got hurt because someone snuck up on him, and he got lucky the person missed, and if you-if you had gone-if you had gone, they might have…” Patton’s hands started to shake as his vision blurred with tears. “If you had gone they might have shot you, and they might have hit where they wanted and-and you-and you’d be-and you…” He was trying not to cry and sniffed as he watched Janus gently guide him to drop the sponge and spoon. 

“I’m okay, Remy’s okay, we’re all okay.” Janus took the dish towel and dried off Patton’s hands. 

“He got hurt. You could get hurt. You could die-” Patton’s voice cracked at the last word and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He grabbed Janus into a tight hug, hiding his face in the crook of his neck as he cried. “I don’t want to lose you.” 

“Oh, honeybun.” Janus used the pet name for Patton which was only ever used when they were alone. “I’m not going anywhere.” He rubbed Patton’s back with both hands. 

“You don’t know that.” Patton’s voice was muffled. 

“I do.” Janus moved Patton to straighten up just enough to be able to see his face. He placed his hands on Patton’s cheeks and used his thumbs to wipe away his tears. “Do you really think my stubborn ass is going to get killed?” Patton couldn’t help from giggling and put his hands over Janus’. 

“You are always careful out there, aren’t you?” Patton asked with a soft smile. 

“Of course, I am. I have the most important person in the world waiting for me to come home.” Janus smiled back as Patton giggled more and pressed their foreheads together. “You’re stuck with me.” 

“And I wouldn’t want it any other way, sugarplum.” Patton used his own pet name he only used when they were alone. Janus chuckled and pulled Patton into a light kiss. 

“Let’s head to bed.”

“It’s still fairly early.” Patton leaned into another kiss as Janus lowered their hands. 

“It won’t be by the time we’re done.” Janus chuckled.

“Done with-oh!” Patton took a second but he caught on to what Janus was implying. “Okay.” He squeezed Janus’ hands and was back to giggling as Janus walked them out of the kitchen. 

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