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stitchthesewords · 1 year

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I'm having many thoughts about many things tonight.

Where did the rift come from. How long has it been there or has it slowly been growing.

Is it like a Venus fly trap, does jt have a weird affect on those around jt

I guess a better analogy is like a moth to the flame

Where is grian from and why doesn't he look like other avians

Is he from another reality/universe

And if so then why is he there? What was hw running from at the start or was it just the rift

Is the rift sentient?

How does scars magic work, specifically the glyph thing he put on the back of grians neck and on mumbos too and why was it cold?

What.does scars staff look like?

*also mumbo and scar very gay

Where did you get the inspiration from. The rift au?

(I know you probably can't answer alot of these because spoilers but yeah)

You are correct in that I can't answer some of this unfortunately. But, you know what, I CAN answer some of it.

The Rift comes from [REDACTED] and it [REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED] :)

Well I'll tell ya. Does it? Does it not? I think looking at light w tentacles made of light that can grab things would have a weird affect on anyone - but as to the rift itself ACTUALLY having an effect? who knows.

Grian is from [REDACTED] and [REDACTED SO MUCH REDACTED OH MY GOD REDACTED REDACTED WOW ITS REALLY DARK IN HERE REDACTED REDACTED]

As to what he was running from - well. THAT will be answered his soon! :)

Is the rift sentient. This one is interesting. I think uhhh yes? Sort of? It definitely has some way to think for itself. namely bc it is my babygirl and i said so but there are also story implications there.

SO Scar's magic - Do you remember the xp potion fountain that Mumbo made. I'm not going to write out in so many words 'scar used this many levels' - instead the way it works in Rift au is that XP orbs are absorbed through the skin and you can feel the magic lightly buzzing underneath your skin until you use it. It's such a common thing for people that it's something they don't notice anymore - but its what powers things like enchanting, spellcasting, naming things on an anvil bc in Rift AU anything that gets a name on an anvil now has like. a Name. Like capital N Name. So its a Name that carries weight to it, be it for spellcasting or for history making - but people can name other things without needing xp. The other thing is that it deteriorates over time in Rift AU so people can't just sit on it forever. NOW as to Scar's magic - it'll be explained why later but just know he needs this energy first and foremost to be Alive and THEN needs bonus energy to cast spells. He is always topping off his energy as is any other elves or fae in the world [there will be others!! Cub, for example] - Vexes and Allays and some other mobs similarly depend on this energy in order to keep existing. So as to the glyphs. Those glyphs allow Scar to A. Sense where they are at all times in a sort of vague sense. I haven't gotten to use it and also write from Scar's POV yet but he basically feels a gentle tug in the direction that Grian and Mumbo are. He was able to use this tug to follow Grian down into the caves through the way - since he could see Mumbo it was easy to pick out where Grian's tugging went. B. There is a special kind of map which allows him to see more or less exactly where they are. Obviously, if they're underground or say, in the Nether or End, they won't show up on an overworld map but. He does have a map.

So I imagine that Scar's staff is a wooden staff. It is NOT a carved wooden staff, like for example the staves Scar and Tubbo use in Midnight. Instead, as you might've noticed, this wood is alive. Scar's staff started as a branch on his treehouse - the tree is sort of a living amalgamation of a bunch of trees. They're all sort of in a ring and form one tree going up but they can move and twist as Scar needs based on his magic. The staff is the same way. It is a living extension of Scar's tree so it can be a staff or shift in his hands to form a cane when he needs to lean. I imagine it being like, one thicker bit of wood surrounded by thinner twigs? And there is a gemstone [I believe I made it an emerald - I'm currently doing my own reread of my AU whoops] embedded in the top of the staff which, when the staff is a cane, is embedded in the end of the 'handle'

^ The staff is sort of this vibe. Uh thinner, and not an actual tree, but like. Stripped wood and/or smooth bark with woodsy vines/twigs running its entire length. As to the actual shap, that sort of changes day by day. It is a living tree, sort of, and they do move. This one moves more than a tree IRL but it does move. I think it tends to be sort of straight but kind of warbly or crooked in a way? It's a very casual looking walking stick most of the time, since I imagine Scar is a semi-casual dude. sort of. He's more casual in rift au than he is in Midnight.

*nods sagely* mumbo n scar very gay

As to inspiration - I just kind of took the early episodes of S9 and kind of mashed a bunch of stuff together. Genuinely, my only inspiration for this was hermitcraft - well. + the life series. But I went from what they were doing on hc and said "huh you know i think it would be cool if this mechanic worked like this or if this was like that' until the puzzle pieces fit together. Fun fact the only thing that was set in stone when I started rift au was that Grian was a grey parrot who did not look like other avians! and the rest of everything you're reading is just riffing off HC.

^ As a bonus, Grian in my mind is based of an African Grey Parrot! So - the red tail feathers my beloved.

#Asks #halfapersob #Rift AU #Rift Asks

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pencilscratchins · 3 years

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ms rebecca pencilscratchins you MUST share more plot of the good star wars that exists in you brain

well i dont have like a super clear one but more or less this is what im vibing with

TFA remains largely unchanged since i think it does an effective job of setting up the characters and the storyline. at the end, they finish the map to show the location of “new mandalore” where luke is at with din. rey still goes to convince him to teach her and he still is initially hesitant, but a combination of din and rey and grogu convince him to take her on. he’s not bitter as much as he is heartbroken and ashamed. through his parent like relationship with rey, he relearns how to open himself up in the force.

rey’s story is now WAY more focused on her personal identity and discovering her own spot in the universe. in this au, she’s nobody’s daughter; she is just a random force sensitive child because like… the lesson that anyone can make a difference, not just the same two families, is still a good lesson even in properties other than spiderman guys sksks. i think also, her struggles with the darkside come more from the fact she grew up with absolutely no power and the promise of power the darkside has obviously appeals to her (like, analog wise i think she has more inline with anakin than luke if you feel me.)

obviously, finn is force sensitive, but to me? it just felt so clear that he was being set up to get other stormtroopers to rebel and like explore the implications of that. like... it seemed blatantly clear but of course they wasted that potential. so while he does a bit of training with luke, i think speaking with some mandalorians (some of which are children of clones) gives him the idea to go liberate some troopers. poe goes along with him, since we need to investigate the republic’s way too comfortable attitude with killing hundreds of what we know are like... child soldiers. (also we can introduce jannah in the second movie so she gets to have a real character)

poe and leia have the relationship we all want them to have, and his storyline outside of trooper liberation focuses on the realities of being in a resistance and forming a new republic. i know this isnt to everyones taste but i like political melodrama i know its trash. but this is my au so i get to decide what goes in it. finn & poe’s relationship is always allowed to develop and they obviously have a beautiful intergalactic gay romance.

NOW FOR WHAT WEVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR: ROSE TICO! rose had so much potential- i think she still loses her sister and underestimates herself. but the great thing about din being in this au, is that now? rose & him get to interact. rose goes up to him and insists he teach her how to fight like a mandalorian, and he takes one look at this angry, grieving young woman with this huge heart of bravery and righteousness, and is like “ah shit. i have an adult daughter now i guess. guess i have to teach her how to shoot big guns and shit now” yeah, that’s right. rose basically becomes a mandalorian in this au NO I WONT APOLOGIZE. THIS AU IS FOR ME. and also my friend bailey.

again, all these ideas are sorta nebulous and subject to change and i wont ever do anything with it, but. You asked so.

#THE BETTER STAR WARS THAT EXISTS IN MY HEAD AU #ask #anon #me: i dont have really any ideas #me: writes an essay under the cut #read more #long post #i think i get frustrated bc if this property was made with slightly more care #it could have been so amazing #there are 100 different things u could have done with rose but you did none bc u bent to racists? broke #again is it clear i know nothing about star wars?#ALSO IM SORRY I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS #if you want rey to align part of her identity with luke WHICH THEY OBVIOUSLY DID BY MAKING HER NAME HERSELF SKYWALKER #wouldnt you write a stronger relationship bw her anD luke?#bc the canon they established made it seem like she should really take leias name if anyones which would be also great #but they didnt do that did they *josh mankaweitx voice*#if u want rey to identify with luke u need to actually write that in the story jj

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just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot · 4 years

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Soulmate September - Day 8

Day 8 - The temperature of your chest gets hotter when you are closer to your soulmate and colder when you move further away. (D&D AU)

Pairing(s): Romantic Roceit, Romantic Background Analogical

TWs: Swearing

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“Oh I adore being made out to be the bad guy here.”

“You robbed the lair of the Dragon Witch! It’s literally your fault that we are mired in this bog of despair!”

Roman’s accusation rang loudly within the wagon as they made the long ride back to Amoresse to rest for the night. Janus rolled his serpentine eyes,

“You, dear delusional knight, are totally not the one who went and killed said Dragon Witch, thus leaving her treasure for the taking.”, the half Yuan-Ti hissed, appropriately, “Besides, you can absolutely take the moral high ground here when you stole her crown at the first opportunity.”

The pristine elven knight gasped dramatically, clutching his figurative pearls at such an accusation!

“This is an outrage-!”

“Both of you shut the fuck up or I’m driving this wagon off the nearest goddamn cliff!!”

Roman and Janus both immediately quietened down at the threat issued so casually by their wagon driver as the dhampir hissed curses under his breath. The two in the back glared at each other back and forth, avoiding looking towards the wrecked fabric of the canopy and the splintered wood. In Roman’s defense, he hadn’t known that grabbing the crown specifically would cause the Dragon Witch’s castle to fall to ruin around them. He’d realised his mistake almost immediately when he felt the dark magic radiating off of it. However, he couldn’t bring himself to admit that was the case. Especially not around Janus, the damn snake wouldn’t let him live it down.

Being careful to pick his moment, Roman hazarded a glance over at the reptilian rapscallion eyeing up his spoils; Janus was an enigmatic entity to Roman, showing such sophistication and poise while also being prone to stumbling over his words or his own two feet in the same breath. Unabashedly, he displayed selfishness unrivalled by even the most aristocratic nobility, but in a pinch, was fully able to toss aside even the most valuable of artifacts to save a life.

Roman had tried not to think about it. The noble and chivalrous knight, Roman of Sandaria, being saved from the jaws of death by a conman who, by all accounts, he had fully expected to leave him to die. The elven man wasn’t sure where his resentment lay; perhaps Roman thought he should’ve been able to save himself, perhaps he felt guilty for misjudging Janus but couldn’t find it in him to admit it, or perhaps it was an underlying prejudice from his training days. Yeah, he really didn’t want to think about it.

Instead, Roman made his way to sit up front next to the moody wagon driver, making light conversation,

“I should be the one manning the wagon, your highness.”

“Roman, I’ve told you before, you can just call me by my name.”, the dhampir met Roman with piercing silver eyes, “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t understand my- Virgil,”, he corrected at the last second, “Nothing’s wrong. Aside from the fact you refuse to allow me to call you by your title-”

“That’s horseshit and you know it, Roman.”, Virgil kept his eyes on the road, anxious over the possibility of a crash if he kept his gaze averted too long, “I’ve known you since we were kids, I can tell when you’re lying. Besides, being called ‘your highness’ feels wrong as it is. Coming from you? It’s even fucking weirder than this whole marrying into royalty thing...”

Roman rolled his eyes but sat closer to offer Virgil a one-armed hug. The latter gave it a moment before accepting the gesture, “Virgil, you’ll be fine. If any one of us was suited to princedom, I cannot think of a better candidate. And your future husband is unreasonably attractive, so I don’t see what you have to complain about-”

“Oh my god, shut UP!”, Virgil chuckled and shoved Roman playfully. “I mean, you’re not wrong but the last thing I need is to think too hard about Logan and crash this stupid fucking shambles of a wagon!”

The lighthearted banter did wonders to distract Roman until Virgil managed to get things back on track unfortunately, “Now, stop deflecting and tell me what’s got you so gloomy, Sir-Sing-A-Lot.”

Roman rolled his eyes at the old nickname, “I’m fine, Virge, really. I merely wish our cascading castle adventure had been a little less…ruinous.”

“.... Was that a fucking pun-”

“Ahem.”, Janus cleared his throat from behind the two of them, “I do so loathe to interrupt.... whatever this is,”, he gestured between the two of them, “But I believe that’s our stop up ahead. Wouldn’t want to go destroying that as well.”

With that, the serpentine rogue slunk back into the wagon. Roman muttered something under his breath, inaudible to Virgil, before reluctantly joining the scaled nuisance bagging up his wares. The elven knight made sure to keep his crown tucked into his rucksack, just in case thievery was something to be wary of in Amoresse. The town’s reputation, however, gave Roman hope that their visit would prove more helpful than hindering; the rumours told of a town renowned for helping wayward, lonely souls find their soulmates. As a single, disaster gay, Roman sure hoped the rumours were true. Truly he could think of nothing sadder than turning up alone to his best friend’s wedding.

Getting booked into their rooms at the tavern was a far easier ordeal than having to endure the overly chaotic gate guard to the city. The bizarre tiefling had spent so long rambling on and on about the most grotesque topics that by the time they had successfully secured a wagon bay, the moon now shone in all her celestial beauty. Virgil had suggested resting for the night, and despite Roman’s urging that they stay together, Janus had been insistent on checking out the nightlife. The knight had been content to let him do so while he guarded the prince, but the tired dhampir insisted he too take the night to enjoy himself. Roman would have argued further had Virgil not issued the suggestion as an order after his first protest.

And that was how Roman found himself sitting at a small outdoor bar tended by a rather friendly dwarf. Said dwarf, Patton as he came to learn, was quite the chatterbox while Roman was content to take in the night air in spite of his earlier worries.

“Say kiddo,”, the dwarf broke from his pleasant rambling, “you’re looking a little lonely there. You got something on your mind?”

Roman hadn’t expected that. He pursed his lips in thought.

“I suppose I may as well be honest with you. I’ve been wondering if-”

“If the rumours are true?”, Patton finished, “Well, luckily for you, they are!”

He ducked down behind the counter and pulled up an ornate crystal bottle that contained a marvellous prismatic liquid inside. Roman watched with great interest as the dwarf pulled out a goblet and began to mix a sweet, fruity smelling drink before dropping in three drops of the colourful elixir.

“Anima Venenum”, Patton informed him, “Our town’s alchemist created it by accident a couple of centuries back, and ever since, we offer some to tourists who look like they need a little guidance in the ol’ world of love!”

Roman was mesmerised, “Really? You mean, I needn’t pay you for it?”

“Nope! Our only rule is to never hand it out to anyone who doesn’t ask us for it. It’s up to you if you wanna accept this, so no pressure. I just figured you looked like you might be in need of it.”

The knight had so many questions swirling around in his brain, but by the time he had settled on a single one, his hand was holding the goblet to his lips. The taste was citrusy like sweet clementines, but with a mixed berry and almost floral taste that reminded him of a rose wine. As the last of it slid down his throat, Roman noted a soft honey-like taste as he thanked Patton,

“That tastes wonderful! I’ve never had an elixir that tasted so good.”

Patton chuckled, “Actually, the elixir itself is tasteless. People just take better to it when it's mixed with a good drink, otherwise the texture weirds ‘em out.”

“Ah, I see.”, Roman let out a gentle chuckle. He didn’t feel all that different, truth be told, and so he asked, “How will I know it’s working?”

“The effects are instantaneous, don’t you worry! It might be hard to notice at first, but when you’re near your soulmate, your heart will feel really warm- In a good way! Not like heartburn, so don’t worry about it feeling unpleasant.”, Patton assured him.

Roman nodded, making a note of it as he got up to leave before quickly asking, “Oh! How long will it last?”

Patton waved him off, assuring him, “It’ll last for as long as you need to find your soulmate, guaranteed!”

With the night reaching its peak, Roman found himself strolling along the cobbled streets back to the tavern when he felt it; a flicker of warmth in his heart. Soft as the beating of a butterfly’s wing but very much there. He followed the feeling until he came upon a narrow street, hardly lit by the lamps stationed at it’s opening. The street itself was largely empty bar a silhouette in the dark leaning against the stone bridge that arched over the shimmering water running beneath it.

His heart raced as Roman approached the figure, the flames licking at his heart until he arrived about a foot from the entrance of the bridge. The figure turned to Roman, smirking a familiar smirk,

“Come to join me, oh loyal guardian of our beloved prince?”

Janus. His soulmate was Janus?! Roman couldn’t believe it, yet no matter how thoroughly he scanned the immediate area, not a single other soul revealed itself. The half Yuan-Ti raised a bemused eyebrow at Roman, “Please, do keep ignoring my question so you may continue to look like a fool.”

Roman scowled. Maybe the kindly dwarf was just teasing him? No, he didn’t seem the type. But this conman? His soulmate? Perhaps Roman would indulge it, see where that led him. Worth a shot anyway.

“My apologies.”, was all Roman offered as he took a spot on the bridge next to Janus, the flames of his heart undeniably soaring to life at the close proximity. Janus gave Roman a puzzled glance which let Roman take in his features; a half scaled face and body that, the more he watched the moonlight dance along the scales, made Roman want to gently reach out and touch them. In fact, he had subconsciously been doing just that when Janus had held his wrist in place, “It’s not completely rude to just touch someone’s scales without permission. What’s gotten into that underbaked brain of yours, Roman?”

Flustered and embarrassed by his lack of tact, Roman uttered quietly, “Soulmate cocktail.”

“Pardon?”

Roman panicked, “So many cocktails. Is what I said. Like, 14 whole cocktails.”

Great. Excellent save.

“..... You’re expecting me to believe that? Did you forget that I’m rather adept at being able to tell when someone’s lying to my face, Roman?”

End him. Just end him now. Roman wished a stray lightning bolt would smite him where he stood so he wouldn’t have to face his own stupidity. Quick, say something to help ease the situation.

“Okay. I had 16 cocktails.”, he stammered with a laugh, “I’m absolutely drunk. You got me, you clever reptile you!”

Roman of Sandaria you are a certified idiot.

“.... Alright then. Prove it.”, Janus goaded him, locking onto Roman’s crimson eyes with his own citrine snake-like eyes.

“Prove-?”

“Let me smell your breath.”, Janus clarified, getting closer. Each inch set Roman’s heart aflame all too literally. “If you’re as inebriated as you claim to be, your breath will absolutely stink.”

Shit.

“Uuuh, personal space-”, Roman began to move back, but Janus grasped the front of his tunic.

“Don’t give me that, Mister Personal-Space-Is-A-Societal-Construct, I’ve seen how often you get in your dear prince’s personal space...”, Roman could’ve sworn for a split second that Janus sounded resentful, or perhaps envious, before his tone took a more curious route, “... or perhaps could there be another reason you don’t want to be so close to me?”

The knight became aware of the burning within his chest threatening to rage out of control, the distance between them barely a couple of inches now. Roman wasn’t sure what to do, but the lure of Janus’ eyes and the way his ribcage radiated with a heat he’d never felt before spurred him to act; he leant forward and pressed his lips to the serpentine man before him.

It surprised Roman just how pleasant it felt, though he prepared himself for harsh retaliation from the half Yuan-Ti when he felt Janus take in a breath against his lips. However, Roman was pleasantly surprised to find that Janus, not only didn’t issue him a well-earned slap and spend the rest of the night cussing him out, but instead kissed him back even harder. Not that Roman was complaining. By the time they pulled back for air, Roman didn’t even notice the fire in his heart subsiding to be replaced with a more natural warmth as Janus’ hands softly caressed Roman’s cheeks. “I’ll be the first to admit, I totally saw the night heading that direction.”, Janus mused in surprise.

Roman let out a hearty chuckle, hardly even noticing that he’d subconsciously wrapped his arms around Janus.

“Care to tell me what brought this on, Roman of Sandaria?”

Just hearing his name spoken in such an enticing dulcet made his knees feel weak; how had Roman never noticed how beautiful Janus’ voice was? His mind was too busy latching onto every octave, every syllable, that he nearly forgot to answer him. He took Janus’ scaled hand and pressed his lips to it in a gentle gesture his soulmate clearly wasn’t used to if the flustered way he averted his eyes was anything to go by,

“I suppose you could say I did a little soul searching.”

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Have some straight up Roceit fluff, this came out so cute.

@tsshipmonth2020

Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account @cateye-glasses @lavender-mochi [I know you love your Roceit so I figured I’d tag you incase you needed this] @fandomsofrandom [I nearly missed the reblog where you asked to be added I’m so sorry]

#roceit #analogical #roman sanders #janus sanders #soulmate september #tsshipmonth2020 #virgil sanders #dnd au #my fics #fanfics #this one was fun #im just a ho for royal virgil and long suffering knight roman #also chaos tiefling remus was really funny #im sad i couldnt write more of him but there you go

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im-a-space-gay · 4 years

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Fic for the Mix-Matched AU

Why yes, I actually looked up what drabble meant, and found that is the wrong term for this writing and probably the one for the Gay Gamers AU. Whoops. Anyways, I didn’t label it when I posted for it earlier, but the Mix-Matched AU is a slow burn Analogical AU where Virgil’s a nerd and Logan’s a punk. Good day.

Edit: Why yes, upon getting half way into this three days ago, I accidentally deleted that version and I am upset but now going to try and rewrite it. Yay. Also, Virgil doesn’t care which pronouns people use for him, just a heads up.

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Virgil pushed his glasses up and held his jacket closer to himself. Patton sighed, making grabby hands at the thing.

“Come on Virge, you’d already said you’d do it.”

Earlier that day, Patton begged Virgil if he could fix the jacket, since it had gained a new hole when he got cornered yesterday without anybody there to help him. The beating was easy to hide from the others, as it had all been aimed at his chest or arms, but one of the boys brought a darn knife that cut a huge tear into his jacket. He shrugged off questions about it pretty easy, only getting a couple suspicious looks.

Anyways, after giving in to Patton, he now had to uphold his promise and give the jacket to Patton to fix as they were about to turn separate ways to walk home.

Virgil frowned and hugged it close, having already taken it off to give. He squeezed it again before giving it to Patton.

“You’re really attached to this thing, huh?” Patton asked softly, holding it as if it’d fall apart at any crazy movements, which it’d probably would. Virgil shivered, rubbing his arms before nodding.

“I’ve been through a lot with it,” he smiled at the jacket before walking down the road, calling a farewell over his shoulder.

I wonder how I’m going to live as a naturally cold person without my only jacket, he thought hugging his arms closer.

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When Virgil woke up the next morning, he sighed at the loss of the extra warmth the jacket provided, sitting up and fumbling for his glasses.

Only for his glasses to not be found.

“What...?” He mumbled, forgetting about the jacket in favor of finding his sight. He felt around the bedside table, the bed, and the floor, only to not find his glasses.

He huffed, standing up and shakily finding his way to the bathroom, stumbling more than once. He searched the counter with his hands before finally finding what he needed; his contacts.

Virgil put them in before picking out the usual long sleeved shirt under a T-shirt that nobody knew he wore thanks to his jacket. Doing what else needed to be done before he left (including trying to find his glasses, and he looked literally everywhere before he had to go).

The walk to school was pretty normal, besides trying to push up nonexistent glasses and shove his hands in his jacket pockets before settling with his jean pockets instead. What was decidedly not normal was how when he entered the school, he glanced around to find people staring in his direction, whispering.

Odd, he thought, quirking an eyebrow and listening in quietly.

The most common phrase among the females was “he’s so hot” while it was “I’d fuck her” for the males, making Virgil more confused. Perhaps there was a couple behind him? Or new students? That made the most logical sense to him.

So he continued on like normal, though if the halls were strange, first period was so much more strange. In advanced calculus, more students kept looking in his direction instead of the teacher’s.

They really need to focus, he thought quietly, glancing between the teacher and a small math problem he was doing for fun. This lesson was a... how would Janus and Remus say it? A “kill or be killed” lesson. They wouldn’t last after this if things kept going this way. Oh well. Not my problem.

The bell signaling the end of the period rang, and Virgil couldn’t even get up from his seat before someone was there. It was the second smartest teen in the class, smartest going to yours truly. His name was Matthew, if Virgil remembered correctly.

“Hey there miss. I noticed you didn’t seem to be paying much attention, and thought I would offer you some help, as this lesson could probably determine your grades for the rest of the semester.”

Virgil tilted his head slightly. Most people assumed him to be male, not female. How peculiar.

He quickly changed the confused expression to a smile, standing up and slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“No thank you, I’m quite alright. On the contrary, this is one of the more simpler lessons this class goes over.” Matthew looked surprised for a second at his slightly flowery language before his expression turned irritated, which Virgil felt a bit of himself from the reaction.

“No it’s not. It’s not easy at all, and most people have trouble understanding it,” he said, as if he was all high and mighty, which really peeved Virgil off. It was as if this guy didn’t know he was talking to the smartest kid in probably the entire school.

“I never implied it was easy. I implied that this course goes over harder lessons. Anyways, I’m sure if you looked, you are to find I am not most people, sir.”

“Bullshit,” the boy cussed, and Virgil felt his annoyance grow. “Girls are stupid without the help of men, therefore you are like most people.”

“Females are not stupid, and whatever gave you that impression is simply wrong,” Virgil glared. He should’ve known he was a sexist jerk, his aura was always too repressive around females. “Females are probably a lot smarter than any male could be, because they are given the opportunity to search and prove themselves to those with minds like you, you sick bitch. And maybe, you shouldn’t assume what is in a person’s pants sir. I could have a vagina, I could have a dick, I could be intersex for all you know, so don’t go talking to me like I am any lesser than you simply because you wrongly believe females have less intelligence and assume I am one without the question.”

Matthew stared at him with a jaw that has found its way onto the floor, and Virgil only vaguely registered another student’s gaze toward him. He huffed, and stepped around him, walking out.

“I hope you have an awful day sir.”

He heard a whistle from the classroom he left, trying to look as composed as he normally would.

What an absolute cretin, was all he could think, hoping to god the rest of the day would be normal.

Of course, these prayers were not answered as his day continued. Apparently overnight half the school now saw him as female and addressed him as such, not that he minded, but it was still really weird. He also got many stares from both students and teachers alike, and more offers for tutoring even though he was most likely smarter than the people offering. At least he got no more sexist people to deal with.

When lunch finally rolled around, he was relieved.

Finally. A moment of hanging out with idiots of which I am fond and reading. Thank fucking god.

Approaching the table, he could see the twins and Logan already there. At last, something that was ordinary.

He sat where he normally did at one of the corner seats, pulling out the book he was currently hacking away at.

Before he could open it though, Remus spoke.

“Well hello beautiful.” By the sound of it, he was flirting with yet another female, and Virgil didn’t see the harm of looking to see what unfortunate soul Remus had his eyes on this time.

Glancing up though, he flinched at seeing the three boys staring at him, expressions ranging from Remus’s poker face, to Roman’s confusion, and to Logan’s confusion that was quickly fading into a cold look.

He stared at Remus and glanced behind him before realization dawned on him.

“Are you talking to me?” He asked, feeling as confused as Roman looked.

“Who else would I be talking to?” Remus asked, leaning over from his spot at the opposite corner of the table, and Virgil didn’t back away purely because he was used to the invasion.

“Literally any female in this building,” Virgil deadpanned, and Remus didn’t have enough time to respond before Patton was sitting across from Virgil.

Virgil wanted to ask about his jacket, but also got cut off before he had the chance.

“Oh hello! I’m Patton, he/him!” The fashionista said joyfully, and oh god now Virgil was really confused. He couldn’t compute anything as he normally could.

“I know?” He said, more question than statement. Logan glared at him, which really freaked Virgil out because oh dear Logan’s never looked at Virgil with anger before.

“How do you know that?”

“Logan, calm down!” Patton said sternly before looking back at Virgil. “Although you do look awfully familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”

Virgil froze, raising his eyebrow.

“Is- Is this a joke or...?” He trailed off, and nobody could react when Janus plopped between him and the still-glaring Logan, making him unreasonably happy.

“Hey Virge,” Janus waved at him, having been the first time anybody has gotten to see the nerd. He looked at the book in his hands with the tiniest bit of interest. “Whatcha reading today?”

Virgil teared up a bit as he suddenly hugged Janus, making the emo go stiff under him.

“You are the only person who has acted even remotely normal towards me today, and for that I forever thank you and ask you to never change, you beautiful creature,” he said, feeling Janus awkwardly pat his back as he slowly melted into the hug.

“Wait,” Roman said, and Virgil looked up to see the other four looking at him in shock. “Virgil?”

“Yes?” He answered hesitantly, raising an eyebrow again.

“YOU’RE VIRGIL?! THE VIRGIL?!” Roman shouted, and nobody looked over, used the group’s antics. Virgil got out of Janus’s arms and flailed his arms as he also yelled.

“YES?! WHO THE FUCK ELSE WOULD I BE ROMAN?!”

“WELL YA DON’T LOOK LIKE THE NERD! SAY SOMETHING ONLY HE WOULD KNOW,” Roman glared, crossing his arms. Virgil huffed as he started to count on his fingers.

“Logan really likes Crofters, Patton is fixing my jacket, Janus has at least three pet snakes that I know of, Remus set me on fire once -which really wasn’t cool, pun intended for Patton-, you’re a bitch, but everybody knows that, our group chat is called Idiots+1=Chaos, and if anybody offers me tutoring ONE MORE TIME I WILL LOSE IT, BECAUSE YES I KNOW CALCULUS, YES I KNOW WHAT A SYNONYM IS, AND YES AND KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MITOSIS AND MEIOSIS.”

“There’s a difference?” Patton whispered to Remus, who shrugged. Virgil turned his hateful stare towards Patton, dimming it down some.

“Mitosis is the division of body cells and meiosis is the division of sex cells. Mitosis only splits into two cells while meiosis becomes four.”

“Yep. That’s the nerd alright,” Remus said, nodding, and Virgil slammed his head into the table.

“What. In the name. Of great Aristotle. Could cause you to think. I was someone else,” Virgil said into the table, and he felt Janus patting his back for comfort.

“Well, you’re not wearing your jacket or glasses,” Logan butted in, sounding guilty for the reasons of which Virgil did not know.

“Oh, so I’m suddenly Superman,” Virgil said, moving so his chin was laying on the table as he stared into the abyss. “One second I’m a nerd, and boom, before you know it, I’m someone suddenly everybody thinks is worth their time. Wow. So amazing.”

Virgil was endlessly bitter. Mostly for the fact that he didn’t get the memo sooner.

“Pretty good Superman,” Logan said, and Roman started.

“Yeah! Ending sexism left and right!”

“I guess...” he mumbled before he sat up straight and looked at Roman in question. “How did you know about that?”

“You didn’t see the video?” Janus asked in his normal dead inside voice. Virgil shook his head.

“Video?”

“Yeah!” Remus said this time, laughing. Virgil turned to him, feeling more and more like he was in a cliche movie. “A kid recorded you absolutely destroying that guy and posted it on every social media! Kids are calling you ‘Silvertongue’ because nobody recognizes you!”

Virgil felt his eye twitch. He stared at Remus, and everybody looked back with concern before he slammed his head again a lot harder than before.

“When will my jacket be done?” He near growled into the table. Was his face bruising? Probably. Did he have a nosebleed? Yeah. Did he care? Absolutely not.

“I can probably finish it today, and you can come over and we can have movie night since it’s Friday,” Patton said, and wow was that fear in his voice? Damn.

“Please. I just want something normal to come out today,” he mumbled. He sat up and stared at the others with a glare even as he felt blood starting to run out of his nose. “If I don’t see one of you four there too, I will either commit suicide or homocide.”

“Shit Virgil you’re bleeding,” Logan said, and that sounded like the overprotective punk he knew and loved. Virgil looked him dead in the eye.

“I am perfectly aware, and yet I cannot bring myself to care.”

Logan swapped seats with Janus so he could clean the blood off of Virgil gently.

“Where are your glasses anyway?” Remus asked as Logan finished up, Virgil leaning on the punk as he glared at the table.

“I don’t know. When I went to bed last night, I put them where I always do, but when I woke up I couldn’t find them anywhere in my house, so I had to resort to my contacts,” he explained, sitting up and checking he didn’t get blood on his book.

For the next twenty minutes of lunch, everything was normal. Roman and Remus fought, Janus was mostly silent, slipping in a suicidal joke here and there, Patton complaining about math class, Logan watching in complete silence, and Virgil reading. And if Virgil slipped his hand into Logan’s at one point, who could tell besides him and Logan?

Maybe that was the problem.

Virgil felt a tapping on his shoulder, and looked up to see a female standing before him.

“Yes?” He said, which at least got the attention of Logan and Janus as they looked over. The girl fidgeted before sticking her hand out towards Virgil, which he took with a questioning look.

“My name is Cherry.”

“It’s very nice to meet you Cherry,” he said with a smile, and was about to tell his name before Cherry continued.

“I was just wondering if uh...” she trailed off, glancing around. Virgil became confused, barely noticing the way Logan’s hand tightened around his or the chatter at his table stopped. “If I could have your number...?”

“Sure,” Virgil said, giving her a paper with a number on it and watching her walk away as he let the happy facade melt into irritated exhaustion.

“That number wasn’t yours,” Janus said, and everybody else looked at him as Virgil shook his head.

“All day. Females asking for my number and males giving me theirs. I’ve just started giving the numbers I receive.”

“Seriously?” Roman laughed, and he only laughed harder when Virgil nodded. “Oh those girls are in for a surprise!”

“Imagine how the males will feel,” Virgil snorted before looking back at his book. “That someone actually texted them. Can’t wait to see how long it takes them to find out they’re not talking to ‘Silvertongue’.”

“You are so cruel,” Janus said with a smile, and Virgil shrugged.

“Don’t suddenly give attention to someone who doesn’t want it, I guess.”

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likethesword · 3 years

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Virgil Sanders?

:O him!!

Sexuality headcanon: Gay, though I do think he went through a period of pretending he liked girls so he would be less of a target

Gender headcanon: He/him, but he really doesn’t care about gender roles, so he wears skirts and makeup and other “girly” things because it makes him feel nice

OTP: Prinxiety!!! (Anyone who’s read any of my writing is not surprised lol)

BROTP: Analogical and moxiety (mostly cuz Logan and Patton feel like such parental figures for him)

NOTP: Dukexiety and Anxceit. There’s nothing wrong with it if you ship it, but it just squicks me out

A random headcanon: DYED. HAIR. CONSTANTLY. Every single AU i write him in he Has to have dyed hair its the Law. Also he plays the guitar as a coping mechanism for his anxiety

General opinion of the character: Virgil is my absolute favorite character (i mean look at my pfp lol) I just love him a lot and i probably will forever

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trashno0dle · 4 years

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Sanders Sides TikTok AU

A random AU I thought of while scrolling through TikTok. The sides, in a human AU set in highschool where they each have their own TikTok accounts and that's how they meet, eventually realizing they all go to the same school and become friends.

Character Names/Ages/Info:

Patton Foster | 16 | Just your local gay dumbass teenager really, not exactly the usual sweet, innocent, warm Patton like canon, he's well- actually a teenager y'know? A real person- probably has a lot of issues- a friend of Remus and Roman's family so he already knows them at first.

Roman Prince | 17 | Dumbass himbo, Remus' older twin brother (by fourteen minutes) very gay, pretty much the same as he is in canon, big theater nerd.

Remus Prince | 17 | Chaotic dumbass, Roman's younger twin brother (by fourteen minutes), his whole personality screams danger but he's actually pretty sweet once you get to know him well. Loves likes to hang out with Patton all the time.

Janus Smith | 17 | Just your local self proclaimed Lord of the Lies, like Roman he adores theatre and aspires to be an actor. This is why Roman and Janus actually get along in this AU, except they don't really at first.

Virgil Storm | 16 | Nonbinary transmasc, kinda insecure but they still don't take bullshit from other people. They're close to canon Virgil except they're a lot more open and trusting with their friends. Especially Logan.

Logan Berry | 17/2 | Nonbinary, a freakin nerd and a total bookworm. Roman teases them a lot but they honestly don't care for it. They can get a joke and they do have a wild sense of humor, you just have to get them to open up first. Is close to their friends, especially with Virgil.

Now onto how they all met and their individual TikToks including the name and what content its based on.

Remus/Patton | sadcheerbois | Basically Patton at first started up his own individual TikTok for baking since that's a hobby of his and he uses it to calm down (he has anger issues okay? I stan feral Patton) so he was filming in Roman and Remus' kitchen one day when Remus flour pranked Patton and uploaded it. The video got a bunch of views so Patton decided to film one pranking him back. In the end they decided to co-own the account and base it around dumbass content and pranks.

Roman | gaydisneyprince | Roman's content covers a lot of theater and acting and of course Disney. He may say he's not a nerd but the fact that he knows just about everything when it comes to theater just proves that wrong.

Virgil | stormiknight | They post a lot of content to do with cosplays, LGBTQ+ and mental health issues. At times Logan makes an appearance when Virgil isn't up to making a video on their own.

Logan | croftersboi | Simple plain but they honestly couldn't care less about the name. They sometimes post book reviews but mainly stuff consisting of their addiction to crofters jam- their private is literally just full of memes- they swear they will take the secret of their private account to the grave.

Janus | jansasnekboi | He usually posts something about his pet snakes Lupin and Sirius (he totally isn't a Harry Potter stan, don't worry, they all hate JK Rowling, as far as the gangs concerned Daniel Radcliff both wrote the books and starred in the movies djsgsje), and he also posts about to do with theater too.

That's it for their accounts sjsgsjshw and the relationships of the AU are:

Intruality (Pat and Remus both have crushes on each other but are too afraid to tell. In the end they're the last pair to get together)

Roceit (fuck yeahhh Roceit stans rise, though I don't ship this much I still added in there because what's better than two theater loving dorks dating?

Analogical (I gave hints about this in the character info so yeah, how could I not? I'm a Virgil kinnie and my partner is a Logan kinnie and this is just our ship so how could I not add this in? I need to stop projecting onto characters-)

Aaaaaaand yeah. I can add more? On how they all meet but it's pretty basic. Roman, Patton and Remus already know each other since Patton is a close friend of the family. Let's just say Patton doesn't exactly like his home life and prefers to hang with the twins during the day. And the rest? They basically run into each other at school and recognize each other from the videos and become fast friends. That's it. The end. I was considering making this some sort of ask blog but to be honest it depends if people actually like this idea which they probably won't.

#sanders sides #sanders sides au #patton sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #analogical #roceit #intruality

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 5 years

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OKAY BUT CONSIDER ANALOGICAL NIGHTVALE AU. VIRGIL IS CECIL, LOGAN IS CARLOS, PATTON IS DANA, ROMAN IS STEVE CARLEBERG, DECEIT IS KEVIN, AND REMUS IS HIRAM MCDANIELS. JUST IMAGINE-💜🐍

i have only listened to like 10ish episodes of WTNV, but i know Cecil is so madly in love with Carlos its absurd, and the idea of Cecil’s “waxing poetic on live broadcast thing” translating somehow to Virgil is just

my immediately though is that he’s much less put together about it it and like, Hysterically Gay Panicking and asking the listeners to phone in with fucking like, “How Talk Cute Smart Boy” advice alksjdlakjd

#snake tag #Anonymous #ask

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virmillion · 5 years

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Masterpost

of all of my sanders sides fics (under a cut because there is. Quite A Few More than i thought)

Chaptered

As Above, So Below - AO3 - 35,700 words

Warnings: cursing, blood, knives, fighting, OCD

Ships: platonic moxiety, platonic logince, platonic LAMP

Summary: Roman is a prince and Logan is his advisor-not-quite-friend. Virgil is a street rat runaway and Patton is his friend-not-quite-advisor. Unfortunately for Virgil, staying out of the castle is going to be his biggest struggle.

Arbitrary (choose your own ending) - AO3 - 4,007

Warnings: none

Ships: platonic LAMP

Summary: It’s Patton’s birthday! Who’s ready for a birthday party surprise? ...Guys?

Some Kind of Magical - AO3 - 45,113

Warnings: fighting, fire and burns, blood, deceit as a character

Ships: platonic LAMP

Summary: Senior year can kind of suck. A lot. Toss in some deadly oversized creatures and a final project that literally determines the rest of your life, and some problems are bound to get tangled up in there somewhere. Just keep your head down, finish your project, and everything should be just fine. Right?

I’ll Bring You the Moon - AO3 - 94,659

Warnings: Major character death, cursing, arguments, unhappy ending

Ships: romantic analogical, platonic LAMP

Summary: Logan has had his life planned out since, well, forever. Get through college, get an internship at NASA, rise through the ranks, get into space, something, something, happy ending and he’s set for life. The first couple steps were easy, out of the way in a snap. Meeting Virgil, however, kind of threw a wrench into those plans. But it’s fine. Logan can navigate a job at NASA, flirt with a cute museum tour guide, and deal with everyone’s inexplicable hatred of Neptune at the same time. It shouldn’t be too hard—after all, it’s not like it’s rocket science. ...Well, okay, so it is kind of like rocket science.

Abandoned Chaptered

Can’t Fake What I’ve Never Felt - AO3 - 3,826

Warnings: panic attack, sensory overload, cursing

Ships: platonic royality, background romantic prinxiety

Summary: “AU where everyone is emotionless until they meet their soulmate and upon meeting them they slowly gain one emotion at a time as the soulmate does something that triggers the emotion into existence” - me, oil on canvas in a discord chat, 2018

Kintsugi - AO3 - 3,021

Warnings: fire (a candle)

Ships: none

Summary: Virgil is just about fed up with this fancy little school, so he takes advantage of a quiet night outside. Difficulties ensue.

The Hypothetical Lower Bounds of the Glass - AO3 - 3,946

Warnings: food mention

Ships: platonic (or at least vaguely civil) analogical

Summary: Logan has multiple ways of working through frustrating emotions, on the rare occasion that they do arise. One such method is taking a long drive to an unplanned destination.

One-Shots

Taxi Cab - AO3 - 8,050

Warnings: none

Ships: platonic moxiety

Summary: Virgil needs a ride somewhere, anywhere, so of course, the nearest person with a car obliges

What Was Missing - AO3 - 3,983

Warnings: blood, major character death (kind of)

Ships: none

Summary: Something is missing in the mindscape. You don’t know what. Just... something.

Waves - AO3 - 4,241

Warnings: smoking cigarettes

Ships: platonic moxiety, royality, and logicality

Summary: People outgrow each other all the time. It’s perfectly normal. So why should Patton be so unhappy about it? He’s not technically a person, after all.

Bleeding Out - AO3 - 5,008

Warnings: blood and injury, intrusive thoughts, cursing, unhappy ending

Ships: platonic prinxiety

Summary: Roman takes Virgil on an adventure through the creative corner of the mindscape.

Purple - AO3 - 1,111

Warnings: really abstract writing

Ships: none

Summary: spiritual successor to Bleeding Out

Monster Under the Bed - AO3 - 1,207

Warnings: none

Ships: platonic Roman & Patton & Logan

Summary: When Roman is afraid of something, he goes to Patton, and Patton always knows just what to do.

Exoskeleton - AO3 - 3,850

Warnings: OCD, derealization, fighting (verbal and physical), food mention

Ships: platonic LAMP (mostly)

Summary: an honors zoology-inspired fic about Logan struggling to be A Person.

Lying From You - AO3 - 4,666

Warnings: blood, manipulation, deceit as a character (kind of)

Ships: none

Summary: As the core of Thomas’ feelings, it had always been Patton’s responsibility to care for his emotional wellbeing. Whether this was done in the healthiest ways remained to be seen, but he was trying, and that’s what was important. Keep Thomas happy as best he could.

Colorful - AO3 - 2,371

Warnings: blood, swearing, character death, unhappy ending

Ships: platonic Virgil & Roman & Patton, romantic analogical, background romantic royality

Summary: you know the au where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate? yeah this is that but less happy

Detention - AO3 - 1,800

Warnings: light bullying

Ships: platonic moxiety

Summary: Virgil meets a kid named Patton in detention and decides to investigate further.

Come Back Home - AO3 - 3,540

Warnings: alcohol abuse (written poorly because I didn’t know how to write drunk people)

Ships: past romantic logince

Summary: Logan and Roman broke up and went their separate ways, coping as they could. So why are they both still thinking about the other?

Palindrome - AO3 - 6,006

Warnings: cheating in relationships, break ups

Ships: romantic prinxiety (for a minute), romantic royality (for two minutes), romantic moxiety (for three minutes), platonic analogical

Summary: Palindrome /ˈpalənˌdrōm/, n. - a word, phrase, or sequence that reads the same backward as forward

Just In Case - AO3 - 3,200

Warnings: (conceptual) major character deaths

Ships: none

Summary: A fail safe, for another term. Something to ensure that if the worst situation presented itself, they wouldn't be at a loss for how to function. Maybe Virgil ducking out the first time is what instigated it, but as problems continued to pop up, they came to realize that the absolute worst imaginable thing was well within the realm of possibility.

Bubble Tea - AO3 - 8,175

Warnings: none

Ships: romantic prinxiety, background romantic logicality, platonic royality, background platonic analogical

Summary: alternative title - i've never read nor written a coffee shop au, but here's some nonsense that's basically the same thing with a slightly different menu

And They Were Roommates - AO3 - 1,551

Warnings: some swears, sarcastic first person author

Ships: platonic logince

Summary: unedited nonsense that started out with having a point but eventually devolved into me lamenting my lack of inspiration and turning to spicy memes for comfort

Gone and Never Coming Back - AO3 - 4,453

Warnings: (Mentioned) major character death (it’s a plot point), nightmare describing a car crash, grief

Ships: platonic moxiety (sort of), platonic LAMP (sort of)

Summary: alternative title: patton learns how to cope with loss by being tossed directly into the deep end with three sets of ankle weights

The Sun Is Running Late - AO3 - 3,400

Warnings: death mention, implied suicide, the entire thing centers on the end of the world, first person POV (its roman)

Ships: (past) platonic LAMP

Summary: (to the tune of R.E.M.'s 1987 WENZ promo song that looped for twenty four hours) it's the end of the world as he knows it!

Creative Burnout - AO3 - 1,142

Warnings: major character not-quite-death, negative self talk

Ships: none

Summary: Roman is creativity, and he’s all out of ideas again.

Know Your Mark - AO3 - 2,514

Warnings: blood mention, stabbing, knife mention, negative self talk

Ships: none

Summary: Virgil has a target, so Virgil sets about to take them down. Should be perfectly simple, right? Right?

Of Royalty and Revelry - AO3 - 6,109

Warnings: blood mention, death mention, food mention, cursing

Ships: Romantic (one-sided?) Prinxiety, platonic Moxiety

Summary: Prince Roman fancies a newcomer, who isn’t too quick to speak up about their own opinion on the matter. Life lessons and begrudging companionships ensue.

Staying Up Late - AO3 - 3,292

Warnings: discussion of insomnia, nightmares, vague car crash (it’s a dream), spiraling thoughts

Ships: platonic analogical, maybe romantic if you squint

Summary: Virgil can’t fall asleep. Logan comes over to try to help. Everyone is tired.

Simulated Human Contact - AO3 - 1,195

Warnings: insomnia, medication mention

Ships: platonic analogical (romantic if you squint)

Summary: fluff and projecting onto analogical because i was incredibly tired

Coffee’s for Closers - AO3 - 22,222

Warnings: cursing, rude customers and coworkers

Ships: romantic analogical, romantic royality, platonic LAMP+Remy(Sleep)

Summary: Virgil is a barista. Logan is a barista. Everyone is gay—it’s just that this gayness only occurs at Logan’s cafe.

Love Is a Four Letter Word - AO3 - 12,758

Warnings: implied major character death, Less Than Happy backstories, some bullying, unhappy ending

Ships: platonic logince (more like acquaintances tbh)

Summary: Everyone has magic, and it’s really nothing special at all. Just another skill, sort of like a sixth sense. Roman is not particularly fond of his brand of magic, and sets off to find Thomas—the one person rumored to not have any magic at all.

#labhwrites #mine #masterpost #alright team im off to try to put a link to this in my bio wish me luuuuuuuuuuck

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mochasandwords · 5 years

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When Stars Collide

Here’s the outline of the story: Greater Beings AU

Summary: The ‘emotionless’ god of logic and space meets a craftsman and falls in love almost instantly.

Word Count: 3,381

Ships: Analogical and Dissia (explained in the outline)

Warnings: Mentions of transphobia, but mostly just fluff and Logan being lovestruck

A loud crash echoed through heaven, startling Logan out of his concentration. He growled in frustration as his pencil made a line through a few stars. He had just finished mapping out the night sky and had been trying to make new constellations. Logan stood up angrily and stormed out of his room.

“What was that?” He shouted, walking to the commons area.

“Hey Logan!” Waved Roman.

“What the heck was that sound?” Logan repeated.

“Sounded like it came from Remus’ room.” Remy said. Logan sighed in frustration.

“Roman, you and Remus splitting rooms was a horrible idea.” He growled, heading towards Remus’ room.

“I don’t want to deal with him 24/7!” Roman called after the retreating logic and space god.

“So you pawn him off on me?” Logan yelled back.

“You handle him well!” Came the faint reply. Logan rolled his eyes. He got to Remus’ door and, despite his anger, knocked lightly. There was another crash from inside Remus’ room before the door opened slightly.

“Hey Lolo! What seems to be the issue?” Remus asked, grinning.

“What are you doing that’s making all that noise? You made me mess up while mapping out stars.” Logan said, voice strained.

“There are already so many. No one’s going to notice a few weird stars.” Remus rolled his eyes. Logan felt one of his eyes twitch.

“No one’s-?” Logan took a deep breath, “Don’t divert the conversation! What are you doing in there?”

“Nothing you’d be interested in.” Remus retorted, suddenly defensive.

“I’m interested if it gets in the way of my work.” Logan replied, “Why are you so defensive? You can come into our rooms uninvited, but we can’t see yours?” Remus tensed up.

“If I let you look in will you leave me be?” He snapped. Logan nodded.

“That would be satisfactory.” Logan said. Remus mimicked Logan arrogantly but opened his door. Logan peered in, surprised to find Remus’ room pretty clean. Of course there were still piles of clothes scattered around, as were drawings of creepy ocean creatures. But there were very pretty things all around the room. Each seemed to be in a specific place. Logan raised an eyebrow.

“Where’d you get all this stuff?”, Logan asked, his curiosity emerging. Not thinking, he walked into Remus’ room despite Remus’ squeaks of protest. He walked over to one of the silver goblets on a shelf and picked it up delicately. He was enraptured by the intricate designs of the constellations on it. Whoever had made it seemed to be going for a water aesthetic. An engravement of the constellation Aquarius was on the top half, the water from his jug made the bottom half of the goblet. Waves were etched around the middle of the goblet, making it appear as if Aquarius was making the waves and everything beneath them. Turning the goblet, Logan found the constellations Volans and Pisces jumping out of the waves. Below the waves were the constellations of Cancer, Capricorn, Cetus, Delphinus, Dorado, Hydra, and Hydrus. Grus and Cygnus flew above the waves. Each constellation was outlined with what it represented. Grus and Cygnus had the outlines of birds around them, Volans and Pisces had the outlines of fish, Cancer was a crab, and so on.

The cup itself was smooth and had the shape of a wide tulip. The stem had no bumps but was comfortable and helped a person hold onto the cup part of the goblet. The base was the same diameter as the goblet’s rim. Sapphire and opal gems were used as the stars that formed the constellations. Opal was used above the waves and blue was used under them.

Logan held the goblet up to the sliver of sun that peeked through Remus’ sea-green curtains. It sparkled and sent colors flying across the room. Logan turned the goblet every way to try and find a signature. He hummed in surprise as he couldn’t find one.

“Hey who made this? And how did you find this?” Logan asked. Remus growled and snatched away the goblet from Logan’s hands and put it back on its shelf with surprising delicacy.

“It was a sacrifice.” Remus said quietly, “I have no idea who it’s from.”

“Didn’t you see the person who gave it up?” Logan asked. Remus froze.

“Nope. Wasn't focusing on that.” Remus said curtly. Logan raised an eyebrow. He knew that was probably not true. Remus loved and appreciated all of the people who sacrificed or prayed to him, even if he acted like he didn’t. Logan had walked in on Remus writing down names in a book after a city had a night of sacrificing to all the gods. It had been an actual book that someone had published. When Logan had asked Remus what he was doing, Remus had said that he was writing down names of people to be less harsh on in thanks for sacrificing to him.

“Stop your thinking and get out!” Remus growled, starting to push Logan out of his room. As Logan rolled his eyes, he swore he saw the tiniest piece of yellow fabric poking out from under Remus’ bed. Before he could ask what it was, Logan was shoved out of Remus’ room and the door slammed behind him. It was only then that Logan realized that he hadn’t found out what had made the big noise.

Logan had been searching for the mysterious craftsperson for three days. He had asked his friends, searched each town nearby, and had asked Remy for help of searching through forests and jungles. Finally, he found the place. Or he hoped he had. This was his biggest lead.

He was in a some-what little village. Everyone around him seemed to emanate happiness. The biggest buildings were only two stories high with low stone walls around them. Logan assumed the higher class lived in them. The other houses were little wooden ones. Flowers were scattered around the town. The biggest buildings were huge stone temples with big pillars. Each had a symbol of a god. Logan smiled as he saw one with a star on the doors. He liked the simplicity of this place. It matched his disguise. He was wearing a brown tunic with comfortable sandals and a blue belt around his waist.

Logan looked around and noticed a shop with the name ‘Fornax’ hanging over the door. Over the name was the Fornax constellation. Logan couldn’t help but smile a bit wider. This has to be the place. He checked the sign that hung on the door, and seeing that it said ‘open’, he walked in.

The room inside was nice and warm. Wooden trinkets were placed on very nice shelves that ran along the walls. Candles were encased in glass balls. Some sent different colors of light dancing across the room, while others just lit it up. Every place Logan looked; he saw his constellations. On wood, metal, armor, cloth, glass, furniture, and even some pieces of the floor and ceiling.

“Hello, sir!” Chirped a voice. Logan jumped and looked to where two people were sitting at a finely made dark oak table with silver lining the edges of it. The constellations Orion, Canes Venatici, and Lupis ran across the table’s edge, all seeming to try and catch the Monoceros constellation. The stars were made out of ruby and onyx. The beings hunting Monoceros had the rubies and the Monoceros wielded the onyx gems.

Logan felt his admiration increase. This was definitely the place.

The two men sitting at the table were both staring at Logan, smiles on both of their faces. Both wore brown tunics, but the one who had greeted Logan had a more flowy tunic with the constellation of Lyra over where his heart was. Logan noticed that flower designs were sown into the bottom of the tunic. He also had a flower crown on.

Both men had little capes around their shoulders, the one with flowers was wearing a gray one, while the other wore a tan one. Both had the constellation Columba on the golden buttons. The man with the flower crown had big, bright blue eyes behind a pair of glasses and light brown hair that framed his lightly freckled face. Logan thought he saw some freckles on his arms as well, but couldn’t be sure. The other man had brown hair with some pink on his bangs. His hazel eyes were warm and, like his companion, behind glasses. He looked oddly familiar.

“I hate to say this, especially after seeing which side of the sign is facing out, but my brother’s shop is closed right now.” The flowery man said shyly. Logan froze.

“I apologize! I didn’t know.” He said with a small bow.

“It’s alright!” replied the man with pink in his hair, “That was our fault. We forgot to turn the sign.”

“You must not be from around here! My brother’s shop normally closes early every four days. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you looked around though. It was our fault after all.” The flowery man said with a smile.

“Thank you very much, but I hate to be a bother-.” Logan started.

“You’re not a bother! I insist you look around!” Logan dipped his head and began to look at some of the sculptures. The two men returned to their conversation, and Logan, not wanting to intrude any more than he already had, tuned them out.

After a few minutes, someone called out to him, making him jump.

“Sir?” Logan turned to see that a third man had appeared and was standing next to where the other two were sitting. Only one thought ran through Logan’s mind as he saw him.

Oh dear stars I’m so gay.

The man was tall, yet every part of him seemed to have muscles. He wore a dirty white shirt with brown trousers and a leather apron that was stained with grease, tar, oil, dust, and wood chippings. His boots were black leather. Sweat made the shirt stick to the man’s skin, and as he took off his apron, Logan could see his strong abs through the fabric. As the man took out his ponytail, Logan was drawn to his face.

The man’s hair was a beautiful chocolate brown with purple in his bangs and a bit in the main part of his hair. The hair color brought out the man’s dark blue eyes. They looked like parts of the night sky had fallen into the man’s eyes, and Logan was tempted to get lost in them. His cheeks were flushed red, Logan guessed from working on whatever he had been working on. Logan looked back to his hair, noticing that it was curly and stopped at the man’s shoulders.

The man was tan. Logan again guessed from working near a fire for so long. His face was currently smeared with tar, but Logan could see hints of freckles. The man’s lips were full and had a slight brown tint to them-.

Logan turned his head away with a blush. Stop that. He scolded himself. He needed to keep his dignity. He was a god after all.

“Hello sir, I apologize for being here after hours,” Logan said. The man shrugged.

“My brother let you stay, and I'm not going to argue with him. Virgil.” The man, Virgil, stuck out his hand. Logan accepted it, noting Virgil’s strong grip and calloused hands.

“Logay- GAN. Logan” Logan replied, stuttering. Virgil raised a dark eyebrow and smirked.

“Logan? You must come from a high up family to have that name. Being a god’s name and all.” Virgil noted, pulling back to stand behind the flowery man. Logan assumed it was his brother, with their similar eye shape, faint accents, and freckles. Virgil ruffled the smaller man’s hair, making him squeak and pull away, readjusting his flower crown.

“You could say that,” Logan replied, smiling. He felt eyes boring into his face and looked to the side to see the pink-haired man looking at him intently.

“What brings you to my lowly shop?” Virgil asked, walking over to a hook and hanging up his apron.

“A friend of mine had a beautiful goblet with no signature, and I just had to find the owner.” Logan replied.

“If it was all constellations, then that was my brother’s creation!” The flowery man said happily.

“Patton, you don’t know that.” Virgil sighed, leaning against the table.

“Who else only does constellations and no signature?”

“He didn’t even say if it was all constellations.”

“It was.” Logan interrupted, “And from seeing all of your other work, you are the guy I was looking for. Your work is... absolutely stunning. I honestly don’t have the right words to describe them. If I could, I would buy everything.” Logan started to rant, “The constellations are perfect, and the gems represent the stars amazingly. The drawings on the outside are perfect. Simple, yet it complements the constellations quite well. In all my years I have never seen anything so close to my - Logan's stars!” Logan forcefully closed his mouth after the slip-up. Thankfully, Virgil and Patton didn’t seem to notice, Virgil blushing madly while Patton was bouncing in his seat.

“It-it’s not worth that high of pr-praise.” Virgil stuttered as his air of cockiness vanished. Logan guessed that the cockiness and confidence was just a facade.

“Are you kidding? Of course, it is! Obviously, this man knows his stuff just like you! Sir, Virgil has been studying the stars since I can remember! He is fascinated by the god Logan and all he creates! He tries to honor the god through his work and won’t settle for anything less than perfect! It’s no wonder why people from everywhere buy his creations and commission him! They're beautiful and they work as objects should! He’s too hard on himself.” Patton cheered, hugging his brother.

“Pat. Stop. Please.” Virgil begged, hiding his face in his hands. Logan’s smile widened. This man was beyond adorable. Despite his tough outside, he was really a shy man on the inside. Logan felt himself falling in love. He wanted to curse at Thomas, who had told him repeatedly that he wasn’t emotionless. I’m supposed to be the god of knowledge, Thomas! Well, ok, logic, but still. Why do you always have to be right? Logan sighed, a slight blush coming to his face.

“I can relate. I will spend hours looking at the sky. It calms me. Don’t feel embarrassed about doing something you love.” Logan agreed. Virgil removed his hands from his face and smiled.

“Thank you. For not making it....” Virgil drifted off.

“Awkward?” Logan asked. Virgil chuckled and nodded.

“That.”

“I have a friend, two actually, who are just as enthusiastic as your brother.” Logan smiled wider, thinking of Roman and Remus.

“You two should hang out sometime. Your personalities and interests mix very well.” Said the other man. He had been watching with a happy smile the entire time, mischief glittering in his eyes.

“Emile!” Virgil coughed.

“You do need to get away from your work.” Patton said, joining in.

“I’m sure Logan is busy.” Virgil said, blushing, “And we just met.”

“If I may say, I'm not normally that busy. I can also make time. I’d love to get to know you three better. If you would be alright with that. You all seem like amazing people. And the people I live with can be a bit... extra at times. Just spending a few minutes here has calmed me so much.” Logan said, eye’s lingering on Virgil. Their eyes met. Logan smiled the smallest bit and Virgil returned it.

“I understand if you find this odd.” Logan laughed nervously, turning his head away.

“I think I would love to get to know you better.” Virgil said softly.

“Think?”

“Virgil worries to much about what he’s feeling.” Emile said. Virgil glared at him.

“He means that he would love to spend time with you. As would we. You can never have too many friends!” Patton cheered.

“How should we get ahold of you?” Emile asked.

“I just moved about a few miles to the south. A smoke signal should work.” Logan said.

“Smoke signal?” Patton asked.

“Using smoke to communicate.” Virgil stated, eyes going into deep thought, “I think I remember a few signals. I’ll ask my old mentor to make sure. Though, why not a letter?”

“I don’t want my friends intercepting it. The teasing would go on to no end.” Logan sighed. Virgil smiled.

“I get that. Do you want to meet in two days? Sunset?” He asked. Logan nodded.

“That sounds perfect.”

“It’s a date!” Patton cheered. Virgil and Logan turned to him, flustered. Patton smiled with a hint of mischief.

“I mean what day it is. That kind of date.” Patton said innocently.

“Crap. We have to go!” Virgil suddenly shouted after rolling his eyes. He rushed to the back of the shop and disappeared through a door.

“Oh yeah! Emile, are you ready to go?” Asked Patton, standing up. Emile nodded and stood up as well.

“May I ask where you are going to?” Logan asked.

“We’re going to visit my and Virgil’s mother. It’s the most time we get to spend with her. She hasn’t been feeling the best lately.” Patton said, his voice growing quiet. Emile caught Logan’s eye. Logan’s heart suddenly felt sad. He remembered where he knew this man from. He was a doctor that worshiped every god. Everyone in heaven knew and loved his courage and attitude. He was one of, if not the best doctor in his area. If the fear in his eyes meant anything... Logan was going to talk to Thomas about Virgil and Patton’s mother.

Virgil ran back into the shop, hopping as he pulled on his shoes. Logan noticed they were the same ones he wore earlier. He was now in a gray tunic with a black robe over it. The hood of the robe was up, and Logan noticed that the constellations Fornax and Columba stitched into the robe’s hood with purple string. Fornax on the left side and Columba on the other.

“If I may ask before we part,” Logan asked as they exited the shop and Virgil turned the sign to 'closed’ after locking up, “Why do you all wear the dove constellation?”

“Our mother’s last name, and ours, is Columba. Her first name is Cassia.” Virgil smiled with genuine happiness, “She’s the best mother in the world and this is our way of honoring her.”

“I’m sure she is as amazing as you say and more,” Logan said. Virgil turned his smile at him and blushed the smallest bit.

“Anyway, this symbol is our crest. We’re not actually lords and ladies, but it’s fun to have something.” He continued, “With the money I get from my work, I could pay into becoming a lord, but my family and I are ok with being middle-class. We actually enjoy it. Emile wears our ‘crest' because he’s one of our closest friends.” Virgil explained, fiddling with his hood.

“That’s very noble of you,” Logan said. Virgil blushed a bit.

“I doubt we’d be really accepted as lords anyway. My mom is divorced and remarried to a person who doesn’t want to use ‘she’, ‘her’, ‘he’, ‘him’ and other words like that to describe them. We call them Dice. They’re Patton’s other biological parent. Not mine.” Virgil shrugged, “They’re alright. Very dramatic but don’t mind not being a lord and not having much money. They gave up that life to be with our mom.”

“Virgil! Come on!” Came Patton’s call. Logan and Virgil turned to see Patton and Emile a few houses away, waving.

“I apologize for taking your time. Have fun with your family.” Logan said, bowing. Virgil scoffed.

“You can stop bowing and apologizing. Though I do admit I can fall victim to that sometimes. And don’t worry about it. I’m sure Dice and my mom will want to hear about you and me meeting. Patton’s probably going to exaggerate everything. Have a good day, Logan.” Virgil said with a wave as he walked away.

“And you, Virgil.” Logan watched the three guys run to the village’s stable, then emerge on three horses before galloping out of sight.

#ts logan #ts virgil #ts roman #ts remy #ts emile #ts patton #ts thomas #ts remus #analogical #brotherly moxiety #dissia #ts dice #ts OC cassia #creativitwins #transphobes #transphobia

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naruto generation ship au

narutos dad was the previous captain of the ship. he died when the nuclear reactor that functions as the ships engine went into meltdown, and the only way for him to fix the meltdown was to go into the center of the radiation and vent it out through the airlock, along with him. kushina also died there because she was one of the main technicians who worked on the reactor

also fuuinjutsu is analogous to being specialists in fixing the reactor now

rest is under the cut cause i got excited

naruto is so reviled because he survived the reactor meltdown, mostly because he survived the reactor meltdown, which killed about 1/8th of the ship’s population. he survived with some use of prostheses, including a nuclear battery/pacemaker working as his heart. he also has a much higher tolerance for radiation naturally so he used to spend a lot of time down by the reactor, which was the only place he could get some peace and quiet

chakra is analogous to having a high tolerance for nuclear radiation

also uzushio was a separate generation ship that docked on konoha permanently after sustaining near total fatalities due to an attack from space pirates ill say

also space pirates are just disenfranchised explorers who were trying to find a better life, but couldnt get admission onto a generation ship, because still fuck the hidden villages

in terms of the uchiha, theyre all highly resistant to nuclear radiation. however their two responsibilities on the ship are to keep the ships engine running properly & guarding against space pirates. in terms of that, spending hundreds of years, fucking with something highly radioactive and dancing in space, is generally genetically super frowned upon. its affected their family genes to the point where uchiha are far more susceptible to trauma and tend to manifest red irises with atypical pupils if too many stress hormones are released at once, also the uchiha trend more towards being mentally unstable so the red eyes are supes common

no i dont care how genetics work

in this au the uchiha were plottng their coup so that their family could be a little less poisoned by nuclear radioactivity. which i mean like fair.

also itachi’s massacre this time is still under orders from the captain, who was concerned about any and all acts of violence that could arise from a coup, with how precise the measures need to be on the generation ship

its bullshit

in the massacre, itachi set up charges to go off around the walls that surround the uchiha section of the generation ship in order to first separate it from the ship and allow for the akatsuki ship to dock, and then so that every member of the uchiha clan would be sent into the depths of space. the only reason sasuke survived is because itachi sent him on an errand first. so sasuke comes back from like the ships food place with a bag of tomatos and candy and his home and family are gone, with no reasons left behind as to why itachi did it.

sakura is an android in this au because thats dope as hell. so is tenten.

tenten was more cobbled together out of spare parts than sakura is

shes called haruno sakura because she was completely built in the 91 day span of what passes for spring on the ship and because so much frickin quartz is in her circuitry.

androids are generally considered to be more precise than humans, with extremely accurate calculations/theory and application, so long as the degree of radiation involved is very very very very small. thats my excuse for why civilians dont have much chakra.

the genin equivalency is more based on just apprenticeships. so ino-shika-cho are apprenticed to asuma in order to go into the politics/officerships aboard the ship, team 8 are apprenticed to kurenai for trading/tracking, team gai are apprenticed to gai for shock-and-awe/defense traning (tentens twin dragon souls are now just she has the ability to fling radioactive bullets at people), and team 7 are apprenticed to kakashi to learn about the maintenance of the reactor

kakashi in this au lost both his friends to space pirates. he got obitos eye because kakashi lost his and he and obito and rin were trapped in an air bubble slowly floatng away from konoha while obito was ‘dying’ from being crushed in half, so kakashi has a fucky radioactive uchiha eye thats slowly killing him

this version of the chuunin exams is based on whether or not the students are ready to graduate from their apprenticeships to semi-independent apprenticeships, so pretty much canon except theres less fighting

suna/oto/kiri/whatever ships are allowed to dock on konoha as like a ‘friendly competition’ thing like ‘yeah were all going to the same solar system but konohas gonna have the best planet’ or whatever. technically theyre supposed to be working together though since htey were all from the same government on earth. but fuck that lol.

traders can also dock on generation ships temporarily, as long as they request a visa.

sasuke chooses to leave with orochimaru not because of any curse mark stuff but because orochimaru manipulated him by offering information, a way to edit his genetic code in order to prevent the fucky brain chemistry, and a permanent immunity to radiation

the sasuke retrieval mission goes across various ships instead of through three different forest scenes and a field

the valley of the end fight is actually being fought through an asteroid field, with naruto and sasuke wearing just the bare minimum of spacesuits, like a helment and maybe gloves or one boot because theyre both so desperate to succeed. sasuke can feel the cosmic radiation burning through his skin, his blood, his bones, and no one can save him anymore, just like no one could save his family and no one could save the uchiha genetics. naruto is burning, he can feel his heart setting alight, but his skin is freezing cold.

naruto is lost in the asteroid field for nearly two days, kept warm by the burning in his chest, before any scouts can find him

thats all for now but id like to say this au is super sexy and youre welcome

#.din #.txt #naruto #uchiha sasuke #uzumaki naruto #haruno sakura #for the first time like ever i talked more about naruto and sasuke than i did sakura.................i feel like i betrayed her.............

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today-only-happens-once · 6 years

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Family

Title: Family

Word Count: 3675

Summary: for asofterfan’s Punk!AU. Patton is protective of his little brother, Thomas. ““Pat,” Virgil says in a low voice as he steps closer, alarm twisting his stomach. “Are you hurt?””. Platonic/familial dynamics all around.

Warnings: discussion of violence, injury (lots of bruising mostly), cursing (more than normal in my fics…Punk!Logan curses a lot okay), mention/hints at abuse and neglect, nausea mention, some angst/hurt/comfort, let me know if I forgot anything else.

Author’s Note: Long AN is long, sorry - Behold, the fic that caused me tremendous self-doubt and second-guessing. I am in love with @asofterfan’s Punk!AU. (Special thanks to them for letting me and others create within the context of this awesome AU) I tried to do as much research through their headcanons and art as I could, but I’m sure there are inaccuracies. This will also inevitably pale in comparison to the development of their AU so please check it out if you haven’t because it’s awesome. I kinda wanted to explore Patton’s relationship with Thomas a bit but also the Analogical dynamic and this is what happened. Yikes. The self-doubt and writing insecurity never really went away with this fic (can you tell from how I’ve been rambling?) but like might as well post it, yeah? No? *drops this here and then sprints far away*

Also, editing done by yours truly so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Tags: @creativenostalgiastuff, @helloisthisusernametaken, @ren-allen, @lizaelsparrow, @princelogical, @random-pianist, @ravenclawicecream, @erlenmeyertrash, @milomeepit, @at-least-seven-pretty-potatoes, @rileyfirstname, @pinkeasteregg, @sassy-in-glasses, @vigilantvirgil, @generalfandomfabulousness, @lacrimosathedark, @thepoolofthedead, @monikastec, @heir-of-the-founders, @yourworstnightmare999

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Virgil shakes the can of spray paint as he surveys the brick wall in front of him. He has the image in his mind of the final product, but it always takes him a moment’s pause to figure out where exactly to start. A light, late afternoon breeze tugs at the loose strands of his hair. Logan sits on the ground in the alley with a book in his lap, his back against the wall and one knee propped up.

He turns the page, then glances up at Virgil. “It helps if you actually, y’know, use the spray paint.”

The corner of Virgil’s mouth twitches. “You don’t say?” he quips dryly.“You know, you said you’d keep a look out for me.” He looks at the wall a moment longer before beginning. The hiss of the canister cuts through the sound of birds chirping and tires rolling on pavement as cars passed by, oblivious to the two teens deeper in the alley.

“And I am,” Logan replies. His gaze narrows at the page for a moment before looking back at Virgil. “Although I really don’t think you have anything to worry about. Nobody around here cares much about artists painting on the walls unless they’re police, and those guys don’t really do much around here. There’s about a 99% nobody’s going to even notice us, let alone care to do anything about it. ”

“Yeah, but with my luck?” Virgil sprays another line. “I don’t love those odds.”

Logan smirks and flips the page. He brushes a strand of blue hair out of his eyes. Virgil eyes the book in his lap as he grabs a different color and resumes painting. He coats the red brick in a glistening dark black streak. “What are you even reading?”

Logan glances up, adjusting the frame of his glasses. “Judith Butler’s Bodies That Matter. It expands on the gender performativity argument she proposed in Gender Trouble.”

Virgil arcs a skeptical eyebrow at his friend. “You’re reading advanced gender theory? For fun?”

“Nothing is binary and everything is gay,” Logan replies with a lift of his shoulder. “They want proof? This book offers it, or tries to. At least, the binary part. I’m still reading.”

Virgil continues working, hesitating less between lines as the image starts to take form. Distantly, the wail of police sirens cut through the air; it’s too far away for either of the punks to even look up. For a while, the only sound between them is the hiss of Virgil’s spray paint cans and Logan turning pages. The sound of footsteps makes both boys pause, but as they glance down the alley to the street, the two girls walking by don’t even glance in their direction.

Virgil doesn’t usually tag in broad daylight. But he was trying a new design that he wanted to see in daylight, and sketching it out over and over only made him feel most antsy about finding out what it would actually look like. Before he placed it anywhere that would actually get noticed, Virgil wanted to make sure he knew what he was doing with it. And even though a part of him was more on edge due to the fact that the possibility of him getting caught was higher without the cover of dark, his shaking hands stilled as soon as he’d begun. He supposes art was funny like that sometimes.

It’s almost an hour later when Virgil takes a few steps back and surveys his own work. Logan looks up at him for a moment before marking the page and jumping to his feet to stand by Virgil.

Virgil purses his lips, his gaze narrowing. “That line isn’t straight,” he says, pointing it out to Logan. “It curves a bit to the left.”

“So? I’m never straight,” Logan replies, almost deadpan save for the slight smirk that pulls at the corner of his lips. “It looks good, Virge.”

Virgil is quiet, then reaches for the canister at his feet. “I’m just gonna fix one thing.” He steps back up to the wall, adding a few strokes of the purple to add some dimension where Virgil felt it was lacking. “Hey,” he says as he works, “Logan?” He tries to keep the nervousness out of his voice.

“Hm?”

“Mind if I maybe crash at your place tonight?” he asks without turning around. He can never look Logan in the eyes when he asks, and he hates how often he does so. But last night had been… rough, to say the least. He had a feeling that Logan had seen the bruise on his arm during lunch, even though the teen had tried to keep his sleeves pulled down.

“C’mon,” Logan says. “You know you don’t need to ask.”

…

By the time the two boys get back to Logan’s house, it’s almost five. The sun is low in the sky, just about ready to set. Logan’s driveway sits empty, as usual, as they get closer. It’s not until they’re walking up the driveway when they notice someone sitting on the front steps of his porch.

Logan and Virgil share a glance as they get closer. The familiar head of pastel blue-purple-pink hair is leaned back against the railing, his eyes closed.

“Patton?”

At the sound of his name, Patton opens his eyes.

“Hey, Logan,” he says, his voice sounding oddly strained. Virgil looks at him closer, and notices the way the pastel punk has his arm wrapped around his chest. The way he’s curled in on himself a little. Something is wrong.

“Patton, don’t take this the wrong way but what are you doing here?” Logan asks.

“I, uh…” Patton gives them a pained smile that looks a lot more like a grimace. “I need your help.”

“Pat,” Virgil says in a low voice as he steps closer, alarm twisting his stomach. “Are you hurt?”

“I… yeah.” Logan is already unlocking the door, but his gaze flashes back to them at the answer. Virgil wraps Patton’s arm around his shoulders. He winces as Virgil—who is being as gentle as he can—pulls him to his feet.

“What the hell happened?” Logan demands as Virgil helps Patton inside. His brown eyes are practically blazing with fury. It’s not that Logan isn’t used to patching people up. Usually himself or Virgil after a late night call. (They were both used to that particular arrangement, Virgil thinks with a bitter taste in his mouth.)

But Patton is an entirely different story. Everybody loved him; and if you didn’t love him, then you had done something to get on his bad side and you were afraid of him. Patton was almost a perpetually warm person, sincere and well-meaning even if his love and affection could feel like a bit… much, at times.

Logan may have the sharper temper, but Virgil can feel his own anger bubbling in his chest as the reality that someone had hurt Patton sinks into him.

“I’m sorry,” Patton is saying quietly as they make their way up the stairs. “I didn’t mean to bother you guys, I just…”

“Shut up, Pat,” Virgil tells him, but not harshly. “You don’t have to talk about it unless you want to.”

“Take him to my room,” Logan says. “I’m gonna grab the first aid kit.” Virgil nods his understanding and leads Patton to the door at the end of the hallway.

Virgil flips the light switch as they enter Logan’s bedroom. The room admittedly helps ease some of the uneasiness in Virgil’s stomach. Logan’s room—with its dark blues and blacks on the walls and bedding—always felt safe to Virgil. The teen smiles faintly to himself at his stuffed turtle John and Logan’s octopus Tsugarensis sitting side by side amidst the pillows near the headboard. Bottles of hair dye sit on his desk.

Patton is quiet as he sits down on the edge of the bed, glancing around the room. He catches Patton’s quiet hiss as Virgil extracts himself out from under the other punk’s arm. He notices then that Patton’s hands are bruised, the knuckles split. The teen also has a dark bruise forming along his cheekbone.

Virgil shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. He’s used to the one being hurt. It’s not often that he finds himself on the other side of the situation, and if he’s being honest, he hates it. It’s tying his stomach in knots despite the familiarity and vague sense of safety Logan’s room provided.

“I’m sorry, Virge,” Patton says softly, staring at his hands in his lap. “My mom isn’t home and I didn’t want to scare Thomas. But I needed help and I wasn’t sure where else to go, and Logan lived closer, so...”

Logan interrupts the conversation as he comes into the room with a box in his hands. “Patton, you’re gonna need to take off the vest at least.” There’s a surprising and rare gentleness in the request that Virgil has only ever hear Logan use when Virgil had been injured.

Patton nods, then hesitates. He sucks in a bit of a breath before shrugging out of the turquoise garment. Virgil bites his thumbnail, watching the way Patton clenches his jaw against a wince. Logan glances at the pastel punk out of the corner of his eye, setting the box on the bed beside Patton and kneeling in front of him.

The unasked questions hang heavy in the air of the bedroom. Virgil wants to ask what happened, but he is too well acquainted with injuries one would rather not talk about to force that kind of conversation on Patton. From the subtle glances Logan keeps tossing to him, he’s pretty sure the blue-haired teen feels the same way.

“Can you raise your shirt, Pat?”

Patton presses his lips together, not answering at first. Slowly, he reaches for the hem of his shirt and—visibly gritting his teeth—pulls it up and over his head. He averts his gaze as he sets his shirt beside him.

The sight of Patton’s chest is one Virgil is too well-acquainted with, but seeing it on Patton makes a faint nausea rise in Virgil’s throat before he swallows it down. Across his ribcage is a brilliant—painful—smattering of purple, yellow, and a very angry red. Something that looks suspiciously like a footprint marks his right side. Logan goes suddenly very still for a moment, his eyes widening ever so slightly.

Patton swallows. He offers a weak smile, even though he isn’t looking at either one of them. “Is this where I say ‘you should see the other guys’?”

Guys plural? Virgil thinks, anger sparking all over again in his chest.

“You’re damn right,” Logan replies, his voice deceptively even. “If not after you, then after me.” He looks up at Patton, who still won’t meet his eyes. “Is anything broken?”

“I don’t… I’m not sure,” Patton whispers.

Logan nods stiffly. “Then this might hurt.” Gingerly, he starts prodding around Patton’s chest. Feeling for any broken ribs. Virgil winces in sympathy as Patton sucks in a sharp hiss.

“It was because of Thomas,” Patton says after a long moment of silence, as Logan continues to press around his chest.

Virgil’s gaze flies up. “Thomas did this?” That definitely didn’t make sense. Thomas and Patton adored each other.

“No, no, no!” Patton says quickly. “I…” He sighs, some strands of his pastel hair falling into his eyes. “Thomas has been struggling with some kids in school. This morning when I went to get him up, he yelled at me. I don’t even remember what about. He’d… never yelled at me before. But I told him he had to go to school. He said I…” Patton cuts himself off suddenly, shaking his head. Virgil’s brow pulls together at the unfinished thought, but Logan cuts in before he can ask about it.

“Well, shit, Pat,” Logan replies, pulling his hands back from Patton’s torso. “You could’ve told us. We would’ve backed you up.” He pulls the wrapping off the bandage.

Patton lifts a shoulder. “I didn’t even know. He didn’t tell me what was happening. I waited for him for a while after school but when he didn’t show up, I went looking for him. Found him cornered by a few guys who had him shoved up against the locker.”

Virgil’s brow furrows together. As bubbly and warm as Patton was, one thing you did not do was mess with someone he cared about. Especially his little brother. “You and Thomas fought some guys?”

Patton shakes his head. “I got their attention, and told Thomas to get out of there. He didn’t exactly want to, but he knows I would’ve kicked his ass harder if he’d stuck around. Thomas isn’t much of a fighter.” Patton’s hands curl into fists on his knees. Virgil isn’t sure if it’s in anger or something else.

Logan secures a bandage over the pastel punk’s ribs. “No offense, Patton,” he says, “but you’re hardly the most likely one to throw a punch yourself.” He glances at the bruised and split knuckles along the other teen’s hands.

Patton looks at them too, relaxing his fists and flexing his hand before wincing. “Yeah, well. That wasn’t exactly my intention either.”

Logan takes his hand, cleaning up the abrasions along his knuckles before wrapping them. “You had your knife with you, at least?”

Patton glances up. “You know I don’t bring it with me to school.”

Virgil’s phone buzzes in his pocket, and he fishes it out and checks the ID. It’s a text from Roman.

Have u seen Pat?

The purple-haired teen sighs to himself and texts back. Yeah. He’s at Logans. Why?

R: Thomas just called me. He seemed worried bc Patton didn’t come home.

Thomas had recently gotten involved in theatre alongside Roman in the second half of his freshman year. Roman had given Patton’s little brother his number in case he needed a ride to rehearsal.

The phone buzzes again. U know what happened?

Long story. Just tell him Pat’s safe and with Logan, Virgil texts back quickly.

R: Thomas said he might be hurt???

Virgil hesitates a second before replying. Yeah. He is. I’ll explain later. Virgil pockets his phone and ignores it when it buzzes again. He knows Roman is already plotting revenge, and Virgil isn’t too far behind him, but he has bigger priorities at the moment.

He can see Patton’s jaw jump. He hears how shaky the pastel punk’s long inhale is, even though he tries to cover it with a cough and a smile.

“Hey, uh, Logan?” Patton asks as Logan finishes securing the bandage in place.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.” Patton flexes his grip and finally locks gazes with the blue-haired teen. “You’re good at this.”

Logan and Virgil exchange a quick glance that Patton doesn’t seem to notice before the teen shrugs. “Don’t mention it.”

There’s a moment of silence before Patton sighs again, and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I just can’t believe Thomas didn’t tell me.”

Virgil slips his hands into his pockets. He leans back against the edge of Logan’s desk. “Maybe he thought he could take care of it himself.”

Patton runs his fingers through his pastel hair to brush it out of his face. He looks unconvinced. “It’s just… I was always supposed to look out for him, y’know?”

Logan sits back on his heels. “The kid’s not so little anymore, Patton,” he says, but not unkindly. “You’re gonna graduate in a few months, and Thomas is gonna have to know how to fight his own battles. Even when he gets in over his head.”

Virgil snorts. “Oh, he definitely will. Kid’s got a bit a rebellious streak in him, I swear. We’re rubbing off on him. In a few years I bet he gives you a run for your money, Logan.”

Logan jokingly puffs his chest out. “Good! Somebody’s gotta call the teachers out on their whitewashing of history when I leave.”

Patton groans, but a small smile is tugging at the corner of his lips. “Great. So my brother is gonna get into even more fights.” His tone is light, but the real concern leaks through regardless.

Logan pushes himself to his feet and crosses his arms over his chest. “So we’ll teach him how to defend himself before we all go our separate ways.”

Something falls in Patton’s eyes at Logan’s words. He opens his mouth to reply, then closes it. Virgil’s gaze narrows as Patton clasps his hands together, seeming to rethink what he’d been about to say.

“Yeah,” he says. “Sure. That… That’d be great.”

Virgil frowns, opening his mouth to ask what was wrong when Patton’s phone buzzes loudly. The teen grabs it out of the back pocket of his jeans and cringes as he answers. “Hey, Thomas. I’m okay.”

Logan closes the first aid kit and steps out into the hallway. Virgil follows him, wanting to give Patton a moment alone on the phone with his brother. Logan heads straight for the bathroom, sliding the kit under the sink before turning to face the purple-haired punk.

Logan blows out a breath. The spark of fury is back in his eyes. “God damn it.”

“I know,” Virgil says. “But you know Pat got in his fair share of punches.”

Logan’s eyes glance up to the teen across from him. “C’mon, Virge. You saw the same damage I did. That wasn’t a fair fight.”

The corner of Virgil’s mouth twitches humorlessly. “When has anything in our lives ever been a fair fight, Lo?”

“They’re cowards.”

“Yeah,” Virgil agrees. “But Patton’s not.”

Logan opens his mouth to respond, but the sound of the bedroom door opening makes him close it.

“Guys?” Patton asks.

Logan steps out of the bathroom. “Yeah?”

“Thomas is kind of freaking out,” Patton says, his shirt and vest back on, waving the phone in his hands. “I should probably get home before it gets worse. But, uh,” he smiles, awkward and embarrassed. “Thanks, again. For helping me out.”

“Sure. You might want to get some ice on that,” Logan tells him, gesturing at Patton’s chest. “I don’t think anything is broken but it’s still gonna hurt for a while.”

His smile softens into something a bit more sincere, and also a bit sad. “Yeah. I will.” He’s about halfway down the stairs when he stops and looks back at the two of them. “I’ll see you guys at school?”

“Yeah,” Virgil answers for them. “We’ll be there.”

“To beat up some guys if they so much as show their faces,” Logan adds under his breath.

“We might have to wait in line once Roman finds out,” Virgil replies just as quietly. When Patton grins, Virgil can’t quite tell if he heard them or not.

“Don’t know what I’d do without all of you guys,” Patton says, and then he’s down the stairs and out the door.

Virgil smiles a little to himself as the door closes behind him. Logan leans against the wall in the hallway, his eyes still looking at the door Patton had just walked out of. “You think Thomas knows?”

Virgil lifts an eyebrow at the other teen before letting his gaze fall back to the closed door as well. “That Patton would go to hell and back for him? I’m not sure, but I’d bet so.”

The corner of the blue-haired teen’s mouth curls up in something between a smirk and a smile. “I guess Thomas and Pat are kinda like us, huh?”

Logan says it lightly, but there’s a certain weight to his words. Virgil locks gazes with him, expressing the unspoken truth that Virgil would absolutely go to hell and back for Logan. He’d go to hell and stay there for Logan.

For any of them.

And he knows, as much as he sometimes thinks it shouldn’t be true, that they all feel the same way.

Virgil shrugs a shoulder and plays it off as soon as he knows Logan understands. “What? One big happy family?”

There’s a subtle earnestness in Logan’s eyes that catches Virgil off guard. “Sure. Why not?” Logan says. “You know. You, me, Roman, Patton. Hell, even Thomas is practically all of our kid brother at this point.”

Logan pushes himself off the wall, his voice just a little quieter as he continues.

“I don’t know what it’s really like to be part of a not fucked-up family, but I’d guess this is pretty damn close.”

….

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human/modern AU of ok ko!

explanations/headcanons under the cut (warning for spoilers/up to date info on the show)

1. dendy -autistic, wears a kids union suit to deal with sensory issues (she knows it’s pajamas but she doesn’t care!) -wears red rubber boots for keeping her socks safe from puddles and mud -pokemon cards are her favorite thing instead of pow cards, since i figured they were analogous. they're her and ko’s mutual special interest. she carries her whole collection in her backpack “in case of catastrophe” and as a comfort item -has a ds and a laptop in her backpack too. still calls it her hackpack even though she cant hack things with magical powers because ko named it that -shes native american. i thought about making her japanese because kappas are japanese water demons, but with the whole “nerdy emotionless asian sidekick” stereotype being a big thing, i thought that would be gross and stereotypical. instead i made her a member of the oneida tribe and part of the turtle family clan. the colonization of the kappas in-show mirrored the colonization of real world native american and first nations people, so i thought it would be neat for her to be first nations. i made her oneida because their clan, the turtle clan, is responsible for the keeping of the environment and the keeping of knowledge, and with dendy’s hackpack/her fixing things and her being a kappa i thought that would be both appropriate and pretty cool!

2. ko -hes already human, i suppose, but i made him less “hero-y” in the sense that he dresses like he could actually be a hero in real life and more the way kids are obsessed with heroes in our world. hence, spiderman! -watched a bunch of safety psas for riding bikes and misinterpreted them so now he wears kneepads and a bike helmet everywhere -carol ironed on the spiderman onto a plain cotton t-shirt cuz ko has sensory stuff that prevent him from wearing most merchandise -also autistic plus has adhd! special interests are pokemon and spiderman; he never stops talking about them -hates shoes but that’s already canon -i made him white cuz i’m kin with him and that’s pretty much it!

3. rad -oh, rad, you really are a 16 year old boy now aren’t you? -mesh muscle tank top because of course he would. highlighter yellow running shorts and nike sneakers because he likes the aesthetic of being on the track team. he says he didn’t join the track team because it would cut into his me time but really he didn’t make the team and is too embarrassed to admit it :( -he wears weed socks but hes never seen a weed in real life. he thinks you eat the leaves -he and enid get their ears pierced together. he has four piercings on his ears and used to have a belly button ring but he didn’t like it so he let it heal. his parents are happy he expresses himself, even when hes being macho or emo or whatever strikes his fancy that day -hes pretty much ian’s self insert so hes a second generation ghanaian immigrant just like ian.

4. enid -shes here, shes gay, and shes punk. has a nose ring she wears when she wants to look intimidating but otherwise its four just like rad. they have matching earrings -gave her a leather jacket with gay patches after a lesbian i once knew. seemed her style i guess. ones the gay flags and one is two venus symbols. id have drawn more but they’re hard. there’s spikes on the cuffs but i’m unsure how well they came out -black skinny jeans. coolest jeans. bought em from the men’s section -dyes her hair purple because its her favorite color (much to ko’s delight) -gave her combat boots after seeing @deanky‘s redesign (link). thanks dean for the good idea!!! -shes chubby buff. very strong, very chubby. kinda like a lot of people drew sans from undertale except shes not so short. i didn’t do the creepy tiny waist massive thighs shit the show does for all the female characters because its creepy and shes 16 and its not even good for her character?? shes a ninja and like, has organs??? so shes chubby and buff thank you good day -probably does a martial art or boxing or wrestling but i genuinely dont know anything about sports so you come up with that heacanon ;) (her and rad being on the wrestling team together would be cute!) -she’s afro-latina! she and her mom are pretty obviously black and her dad calls her mom “querida” during parents day so its pretty much canon yall

#ok ko #ok ko let's be heroes #dendy ok ko #rad ok ko #enid ok ko #human au #ok ko au #ok ko redesign #my posts #my art #my headcanons #ok ko headcanons

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