#medium virgil au

[stardustsides]

i haven’t posted any writing in a while, so here’s a snippet from one of my wips, in which medium!virgil meets ghost!patton for the first time :))

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He had been three years old, and had somehow managed to wriggle out of his mother’s line of sight and wander the graveyard out back, his beloved stuffed black cat clutched in his chubby fist. As he toddled over the uneven earth and roots, tripping occasionally, he noticed a man perched on the old wooden bench under the weeping willow.

The first thing that struck Virgil at the time was how sad the man seemed. Sadder than anyone he’d ever seen, he thought, even though he didn’t seem to be crying. This perplexed Virgil, because it was his understanding that sad people were supposed to cry. He watched for a moment as the man stared out at the copse of trees among the graves, letting out a sigh so full of despair that Virgil could feel his heart get heavier.

The second thing that he noticed was the man’s appearance. He was young, maybe thirty, with round cheeks and large eyes that drifted over the graveyard, lost in thought. He wore a well-loved gray cable knit sweater, fraying at the edges, and a round pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. But what caught his attention was his alarming lack of color. It looked like someone had cut him out of an old photograph and pasted him on the bench. His skin was a worrying shade of grey that matched the clouds in the November sky.

The grey man’s gaze fell on Virgil, and he smiled a bit, if only to himself. Virgil was much bolder as a toddler than he was as a teenager, and he certainly didn’t want the man to be sad, and so he lifted up his small hand and waved.

“H’lo, Mid-ster!” He called over to the grey man, who startled so violently he nearly fell off the bench. He stared at Virgil, open-mouthed, and whipped his head around this way and that, making sure that there was nobody else around.

Perplexed by this reaction, Virgil decided to try a different tactic. He raised the small stuffed cat up high in the air. “D’is my kitty, Mittens!” He said, raising his little voice higher. “My mommy gave her to me.”

The grey man only seemed to grow more shocked. “Are—are you talking to me?” He asked haltingly. His voice was raspy, as though he had an awful cough. Virgil frowned.

“Ya!” He replied. “I’m Vir-gil.” This was how his mother had taught him to politely introduce himself to adults.

“You can—y-you can see me?” He asked, voice hitching up, clearly on the verge of tears. Virgil shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t like it when people cried.

“Ya,” he responded. Then: “Don’ cry. I’m sorry.”

The grey man got up and slowly, almost dreamlike, walked toward Virgil and knelt down to eye level. Up close, Virgil could see that his skin was see-through; the bench was still visible through his torso. His dark eyes were shiny with tears threatening to spill onto his freckled cheeks. “…a medium,” he whispered to himself. Virgil felt confused at the word, but was more concerned about the sad man. “…Virgil, you said your name was?”

“Yuh,” he said, holding Salem tighter. He vaguely remembered that his mother told him not to talk to strangers, but there was something comforting about the man, odd and otherworldly as he was.

“I’m Patton,” the man said, staring at Virgil in amazement. Then, all of a sudden, it was as though a switch had flicked on his head, his melancholic demeanor replaced by a more concrete concern. “How old are you? What are you doing out here alone?”

“T’wee,” Virgil responded with pride. “I live here.”

“Where are your parents?”

“My mommy’s inside makin’ lunch. I don’ have a daddy.”

Even as a toddler, Virgil could sense the shift that took place in Patton at those last words. The depressed glaze over his eyes was gone in a blink, and suddenly the ghost before him—though Virgil didn’t yet know he was one—seemed all the more alive.

“Oh,” he breathed, brown eyes suddenly sparkling. Virgil blinked. The man’s colors were still muted, but there were colors, now. His sweater was a faint baby blue, and his cheeks were rosy from the cold. “Okay, sweetheart. Well, you should get back to your mommy. I’ll take you to her, okay?”

“‘Kay,” Virgil responded, going to grab for his hand. His own passed right through it, like water. Virgil looked up, confused. “Are you real? Or ‘maginary?”

“I’m real,” Patton said, and Virgil believed him. “But I think only you can see me.”

“Oh,” Virgil said. And then: “Why?”

Patton paused, contemplating. “Because you’re a very special little boy, I think.”

Beaming with pride, Virgil toddled back to the old house with his stuffed cat and a ghost.

#idk why i decided to post this lol #i just wanted to post Something and this is my wip for spooky season #sanders sides #ts sides #my writing #patton sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #medium virgil au #medium!virgil #ghost!patton #familial moxiety

[bonebabbles]

CACKLES IN GLEE AT BONE OPENING THE ASKBOX

you don't have to post this I just wanna say like I love your live readings of books, it's like bread and butter at an outback steakhouse. It's going outside, cracking open a soda and watching your neighbor try to cultivate a garden out of what has been left (which is invasive wisteria and probably kudzu) and watch them shake a rake at the sky and curse the old owners of the elaborate and dilapidated mansion of what they have left you to deal with. It's probably a haunted house, too.

I Suffer for my silly cat fanfictions and no one can tell me I don't

#It's eye opening to me when my buddies come and tell me about how they never noticed something in the text #I think it's a very different experience when you've got someone reading along with you #As it can be pretty easy to not pick up on stuff critically yknow? #I pride myself on being able to defend the choices I make for BB #Why I think it would make a better story if X was different #Fanfiction compels me because it's a transformative medium. Everything you do is a commentary #Even the silliest most divergent fics #A whole genre dedicated to the Ship of Theseus #And I find that 'thematic' rewrites/aus like BB are pretty rare #Glad you're enjoying walking through the rings of Xenofiction Hell with me tho LMAO #I am Virgil and you're all Dantes #It's a school field trip. Of Dantes.

[wolfprincesszola]

The Fate of the Marked Six Chapter 4

I need to start queueing these posts because I keep forgetting until it's late~. I hope you guys enjoy and if you do, please reblog this because it helps a lot more than a like would! <3 ——————– Summary: Virgil moves into a new town and meets Roman, a ghost that he promises to help in finding the unfinished business needed to pass over. However, Roman's past seemed to be deeply muddled with trouble, an uncurable disease that has started to affect a classmate, and a certain tight-lipped valedictorian. Friendships are made and Virgil finds himself thrown into a situation far more complicated and twisted than he signed up. Hopefully, with the help of his new five friends, he can find a way to bring peace to the town once and for all.

Trigger Warnings: None

Content Warnings: Slight swearing, intrusive thoughts

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Chapter 04

The problem with Virgil moving to another city was that he had to be the new kid. He hated being the new kid. It meant having to reintroduce himself to every single person that came to talk to him, and having people stare at him in the hallways, the attention was going to be on him for a while, and more.

That was why he put off going to school for the first week, saying he needed more time to adjust to living in their new home and that he would go in afterwards.

It was the day before his supposed start day for school as he was looking through his closet. He heard a voice, “Knock knock knock.”

“Come in.” Virgil pulled his headphones down, turning around to see Roman phase through the wall. Unamused, he put his headphones back on, “You’re here to bug me earlier than usual.”

“Oh come on, Count Woe-laf, the least you could do is listen to me when I come up. I got bored of eavesdropping on your dad's conversations with the neighbor's dad.”

Virgil rolled his eyes as he took off his headphones that weren't playing anything. Having them hung around his neck, he focused his attention on talking to Roman. As much as he hated to admit, Roman was a really good conversationist and often played to his banter. He wasn't a bad person and wasn't a bad friend, but Virgil knew that even if he had promised to help Roman, it didn't mean that he wasn't fully annoyed at Roman bugging him every day.

“Really? That usually keeps you entertained for two more hours.” Virgil finally responded to Roman's comment about being bored.

“Yeah, well they were talking about cars, and you know how I feel about cars.”

Virgil’s lips turned up in a small smile as he remembered about Roman's unfortunate accident, “Do I really? Please…enlighten me.”

Roman scowled, “I didn’t come here to get bullied by you. I just heard that your neighbor goes to the high school you go to. Apparently, he’s the same age as you too.”

“Uh huh…and?”

“Oh come on, I know you’re feeling nervous about this whole new kid thing, but trust me. It’s not that bad. If I remember anything about high school, there’s going to be someone who will go up to you and become friends with you, even if you don’t want to become friends with them.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t even know the town’s view on magic users, or how many there are in this town.” Virgil wasn't even sure if he wanted Roman to be right. As much as it was nice to have someone to talk to as a friend, making friends by itself flagged his anxiety. It seemed like so much work, time, and socialization: three things that Virgil hated the most.

Roman pursed his lips, trying to remember about the town.

“Do you even know what town this is?” Virgil asked, watching Roman try to think of what to say.

“No.” Roman snorted, “Of course I don’t. Do you?”

“Gainsville. This has to be where you died, so why don’t you remember it?”

“What do you mean? I died in my hometown.” Roman snorted.

“What’s your hometown?”

There was a pause as Roman thought about it before his face melded in horror, “I don’t know.”

“How do you not know your hometown?” Virgil sputtered.

“I don’t know. All I know is that I lived in my hometown for my entire life, and I had a family-”

“Specifics about your family, like their names. Did you have any siblings? Grandparents that lived with you?” Chills ran down Virgil's spine. If Roman didn't remember anything about his past, that could mean something really bad happened during his life or that something more sinister was at play.

“...I don’t know.” Roman’s voice cracked as he started to realize that he didn’t know anything. “I know I had a mother and a father. I don’t know their names. I feel like I had a sibling, but I can’t remember who they were or what they looked like. Is that bad?”

Yes. It was very bad. Still, seeing Roman's distressed face put Virgil at unease. As much as he wanted to tell Roman the truth, he knew that the new ghost would probably be more terrified over something new he learned. From the looks of it, Roman still hadn't really gotten the whole 'being a ghost' thing down to a T, so Virgil decided he would tell Roman once the ghost was more comfortable.

“Well…I’ve certainly never run into a ghost that’s forgotten their past, and it’ll make things a little bit harder.” Virgil sighed, hoping that Roman couldn't hear the lie through his teeth.

Luckily, Roman didn't as he asked Virgil for more information. “Things as in…?”

“Finding what your unfinished business is.”

“Oh…” Roman seemed to slump down, clearly upset about it before he shook out of his mood, “Well, nevermind that. I came here to talk to you about going to school since you’re still a bit unsure about the whole socializing thing. I think you’re being a bit too hard on yourself. Just breathe and believe that someone will come up to be friends with you.”

“I don’t know…” Virgil murmured.

“Do you want me to join you? I can just float around and keep you company during your classes.” Roman offered.

That would be amusing, but Virgil knew that if Roman was beside him, it would probably make the principal lock Virgil away into the asylum. Virgil had a tendency to forget that ghosts were not something everyone could see, so it would be even worse in school. Again, he also wasn't sure about the amount of magic users and how they treated magic overall in the town.

“No, thank you.” Virgil exhaled a small laugh, “There could be mediums at the school and I don’t want them to judge me right away.”

Roman pouted, “But what am I going to do all day if you’re not here to keep my company?”

“My parents are home for half the day, and the other half, there are things such as the internet.” Virgil remarked, “It’s not your fault you haven’t learned how to interact with items yet.”

“I can interact with items?” Roman gaped, going to Virgil’s desk to try and pick up a pencil.

Virgil snorted as he watched Roman struggle to even make contact with the pen, the pen just phasing through his hand. “I wish I could help, but it looks like you’ve got the whole learning thing covered. See? You have something to do while I’m still at school.”

“Will you be okay there?” Roman asked, turning towards the boy and genuinely asking him.

“I will. Will you be okay here?”

“By the end of tomorrow, I will have figured out how to pick up a pen.” Roman gave a loopy smile to his friend.

“I doubt that, but I wish you luck.” Virgil saluted Roman.

-+=~=+-

When Virgil was dropped off at his school, he couldn’t help but agree with his mother about how fancy his new school was. Although it wasn’t private, the sheer size of the buildings and the way people presented themselves made it seem like they were.

Rushing into the school, it was clear the school had a system that Virgil wasn’t aware of because he almost got run over by a group of teenage boys racing through the halls. The only thing that stopped him was a pair of arms that pulled him out of the way.

Virgil turned around as he heard a boy's voice chirp in, "Woah! Careful there!"

The boy had a light-blue polo shirt with a grey cardigan that hung around his shoulders and a backpack hung from his right shoulder. He was smiling as he adjusted the black glasses on his face and stared at Virgil in front of him. "You okay there, kiddo?"

Virgil just nodded at the boy who was the same age as him. Instead of pointing out how the boy talked as if he was a middle-aged dad, Virgil just whispered out a "thank you".

“Don’t sweat it.” The boy shrugged, “You must be new here.”

“Yeah. That obvious?” Virgil pulled the sleeves from his jackets up, playing with the fringes as he desperately wanted the conversation to end. It wasn't the boy's fault. He seemed nice enough, but Virgil wasn't much of a conversationist. It was times like these where Virgil wondered about how Roman would fare in these scenarios and if he would hit it off better than Virgil was currently doing.

“Unfortunately.” He offered his hand out for a handshake, “The name’s Patton.”

“Virgil.” Virgil shook his hand before the two heard a bell sound off. The hallways seemed to almost be cleared, a few kids lingering. “Shouldn’t you be getting to class?”

“Two minute bell. I can spare those two minutes. Is there anywhere you need me to help you find?” Patton asked, kindness flowing through his words. He had nothing but the best intentions, Virgil could tell.

“If you really have time, the front office would be nice.” Virgil was relieved that someone had offered to help his because he was almost about to stumble through the hallways until he was able to find them. He would sacrifice some socialization if it meant that he didn't have to have a mental breakdown trying to find any of his classes or the front office.

“It’s right over there.” Patton pointed to the door right across from where they were looking.

Before Virgil could say anything, the two heard someone coming down the hall, and a teenage boy threatened Patton, “Morris, class?”

“Right, I’ve got to go. I hope you know where to go?” Patton smiled at Virgil. It looked almost as if his smile could be contagious from how happy he always seemed.

"Yeah, thanks." Virgil shrugged, watching Patton run to class before turning his attention to the boy who had threatened Patton.

The boy seemed to be even more formal than Patton with a black button-up, a tie, slicked hair, and black glasses that matched Patton's. He got to the point, staring at Virgil, "You must be Virgil Gray, the new kid. My name is Logan Sanders and I am the valedictorian of our class. I can show you the way around campus."

Logan's speech was all formal and apathetic too. Virgil wondered if the boy ever felt anything since the roboticism and formality seemed to take over Logan's entire personality.

“Don’t you have class?” Virgil raised an eyebrow. He doubted that Logan needed the classes anyways, being the valedictorian and all, but considering the boy had just scolded Patton for being late to class, it was making Virgil wonder.

"The principal asked me to show you around, so I was excused." Logan cleared his throat, "Let’s get you your schedule first and then I can give you the tour.”

Virgil nodded in agreement, following close behind Logan who had started to walk ahead towards where Patton had motioned for the front office. When they walked in, there was a desk where a lady sat, who Virgil could only assume was the secretary. Although she had no nametag, she was nice to him, helping Virgil with the classes right away.

“Alright, you’re all set. I’m guessing our lovely valedictorian is going to show you around.”

“You guessed correctly.” Logan replied, grabbing a binder on the side of the secretary’s desk, “I’ll return this on the tour.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet, honey. Thank you.” The secretary gave a small smile towards Logan.

"It's no problem, Ms. Inug." Logan nodded, forcing a smile on his face that looked almost unnatural. Virgil wanted to pour water onto Logan to see if he'd short-circuit, but wasn't brave enough to do so. They walked out soon after that, walking out back towards the hallway they first met.

Logan turned towards Virgil after stopping in the middle, “Most new kids don’t want the school tour. I’m asking you if you want it, or if you want to go to class right now.”

“What happens if I take the tour?”

“You skip your first period, I take you to your second, and you continue your day from then.”

“Do I need to know anything first?” Virgil asked, looking at his schedule. Math. In the start of the day. He hated math.

“You have Mr. Davidson. As much as I'd like to pride our school in having excellent teachers, Mr. Davidson doesn't seem to enjoy teaching and often relies on ineffective and outdated ways to teach a class."

So Virgil wasn't going to learn anything in math, if Virgil had interpreted Logan's words correctly. That was good, at least. He hated math.

“I’ll take the tour.”

"Then follow me." Logan replied as he walked around, giving short commentary on where they were, as well as a bit of background. The more into the school they got, the more clear it was that Logan knew the school like the back of his hand. He talked about rumors and legends that happened in the cafeteria, as well as the more prominent people in their grade.

Once their tour was done and Logan had made a quick stop to drop off the binder at the correct classroom, the two sat in the empty cafeteria, waiting for the bell to ring for Virgil to go to his second period. Virgil, noticing how quiet Logan liked to be, decided to break the ice.

“Who should I look out for?”

“In terms of what?”

“In terms of I shouldn’t piss them off or even bother talking to them.”

Logan looked up, thinking about it for a while, “Remus Porter is the king of the school. You piss him off, you have no more social life. Janus Wright is his best friend. You piss Janus off, you piss Remus off. Remus is really easy to be friends with, although most people don't stick around to listen to him talk. Just don’t piss off Janus.”

“Yikes. Is Janus a hard person to please?”

“No. If you’re quiet, he'll be okay with you. He doesn’t like loud people.”

“Okay.” Virgil took note of all that, “What about you? As a valedictorian, I’d assume you have a lot of influence.”

“I don’t let people get the better of me.” Logan murmured as he looked at the time on the watch. “The period is ending in a few minutes, so let’s start walking to avoid the crowd.”

Virgil stood up, following Logan, “Thanks for taking me around.”

“Of course.” Logan shrugged, as if it was known he would do anything anyone asked, “It’s just what I do.”

“What? Help people?”

“Yes.”

“Now, kiddo, you know lying's wrong.” A new voice remarked.

The two turned to see Patton walking behind them, raising an eyebrow at Logan.

“Shouldn’t you be in class, Morris?” Logan challenged, crossing his arms. Virgil noticed how quick Logan was to avoid the question.

“Bathroom pass.” Patton showed the pass wrapped around his arm, “Can’t bust me yet, Sanders. I just wanted to see how our new duckling was doing.”

Virgil became hypersensitive at the mention of Roman’s last name, unsure of why that was Logan’s nickname.

“Don’t call him that.” Logan scowled, “Go back to your class.”

“Oh you know you love me.” Patton grinned, “You can join us at lunch, Virgil, if you want.”

“I’m not included in this ‘us’.” Logan scoffed. “I’ll be seeing you in detention today. Don’t forget it.”

“Got it. See you two later.” Patton remarked as he walked away, going back to his class.

“You don’t seem too fond of him.” Virgil remarked.

“Patton Morris’s a class clown. To me, it means I have to clean up all of his messes. As long as I’ve known him, I don’t think there’s any way for the two of us to get along, especially when we’re such jarring opposites.”

“He seems nice though.”

“No comment.” Logan replied as he stopped at a classroom, “I’ll see you later in fourth. Are there any questions before I go?”

Virgil thought about it, the back of his head nagging to ask about if Logan’s surname was Sanders. However, he just shook his head, deciding against treading somewhere where he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to know.

-+=~=+-

Virgil walked into his English class, expecting his teacher to be chill when it was the exact opposite. Walking in, he was greeted by a chirpy “Hello”. Virgil gave a small awkward smile before his English teacher stared at his before gasping, “You must be Virgil, the new kid.”

Virgil winced at how loud his teacher was, “Yeah…”

“Oh gosh, I saw you on the roster, but I couldn’t believe it. It’s free seating everywhere, but I want you to-”

“Miss Loanes, leave the new kid alone.” A guy walking into the class snorted, “I love your enthusiasm, but half the class could not and would not care if they walked up and spent the entire class period talking about themselves.”

His English teacher paused before sighing, “You’re right, Remus.”

“New kid, sit with me.” Remus flashed a smile, offering the seat across from him. There was already a quiet guy sitting there with a face mask covering the bottom half of his face. From what Virgil could see, the guy had a scar on the left side of his face that he was trying to hide with spots of makeup and the face mask.

“What’s your name?” Remus grinned at Virgil expectantly.

“Virgil. You’re Remus, right?”

“I am him.” Remus confirmed, motioning to the boy he sat next to, ‘This is Janus, my best friend.”

Virgil remembered vaguely about what Logan said to not piss them off, “I’ve heard that you two are an undefeatable pair of best friends.”

“Untrue. He’s just a loud asshole who won’t stop talking to me.” Janus finally spoke, crossing his arms, “And he’s powerless too. I mean…pick a struggle, Remus.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “Okay, like you’re any different. You’re powerless too.”

Virgil watched Janus’s eyes flicker to Remus’s forehead as if he was staring at a mark, and Virgil looked there, expecting there to be a sharpie mark or something. There was nothing. It was clear Janus wasn't letting onto his powers. Whatever his power was, it was the most clear on Remus.

“Do you have powers?” Janus asked, “If I may ask.”

“Uh…” Virgil dragged out, wondering if he should lie or not. However, by the way that they seemed genuinely interested and not like they were going to capitalize on powers, he decided to be truthful. “I’m a medium. I can see ghosts.”

“Wait, really?” Remus’s face melded into interest, “How does that work? Can you hear them? Can you touch them? Can you-”

Janus cut Remus off before the boy could say anything more, "Let's not freak out the new kid just yet, Remus."

"You're no fun, Jan." Remus pouted, but still left the sentence unfinished.

Although confused, Virgil just moved on, hoping that Remus wasn't going to ask what Virgil thought Remus was going to ask. "Well, when ghosts die, there are some who have unfinished business. Those ghosts reside in between the spiritual world and the real world, and so they are in our world, but no one but mediums can see them. There are some mediums that can reach into the spirit world and talk to those ghosts, but I’m only the type of medium who can see ghosts with unfinished business. They can only move onto the next world once they finish their business.”

“How do they know their unfinished business?”

“They don’t. Most ghosts spend thousands of years trying to figure out what it is. Sometimes it’s getting their name in headlights, and sometimes it’s making things up with family members. I try to help as many ghosts as I run across to return to the spiritual world.”

"Ooh, has any of the ghosts' wishes ever been to watch someone shove a butt-"

"Remus Porter." Janus glared at his best friend, "What did I say about not freaking out your newfound friend?"

Although Janus had interrupted Remus before the boy could finish, Virgil could guess what Remus wanted to ask and he now understood why Logan said most people don't stick around long enough for Remus to talk.

"Hey, Jan, unlike you, I don't hide anything." Remus grinned.

"Clearly." Virgil grumbled as he desperately tried to erase any of the thoughts implanted into his head from Remus.

"You seem cool.” Janus remarked, “If you want to, there’s a place for you to sit with us at lunch.”

“Thanks." Virgil nodded. Although it seemed that the pair were weird, they seemed to be more together than most of the people at the school. They knew who they were and weren't ashamed of their place in high school. Virgil knew that they would probably be Virgil's go-to people to sit. "Patton also told me that. Apparently he likes to sit with Logan?”

Remus giggled. “No way. Valedictorian Logan Sanders?”

“Yeah, why? Is it that unbelievable?” Virgil raised an eyebrow. He had seen how much Logan was exasperated around Patton, but Patton didn't seem to have any ill intent or ill feelings towards Logan.

"Patton's been Logan's enemy since he first entered this building day 1. Logan was asked to show Patton around, since he was the principal’s son. He showed up to lunch doused in ketchup because Patton thought it would be funny to dump it on him after Logan mentioned loving tomatoes. It was meant to be a lighthearted prank and had it been anyone else in the school, it would've been fine. However, something snapped in Logan and he stopped telling people anything about himself after that. In fact, he stopped being friends with people after that." Janus remarked.

“Why?”

“Don’t know. All I know is that I don’t need to piss off the principal’s son anytime soon because he has power, both as a stepping stone to getting expelled, and a stepping stone towards getting hundreds of detention hours.”

“Got it, so don’t mess with Logan.”

“Don’t mess with the Sanders. I’ve heard his brother is pretty nasty too. Don’t know anything about him though because Logan never talks about his life.”

“Interesting.” Virgil noted the fact that Logan’s last name was also Sanders. However, once Virgil realized that Logan looked nothing like Roman, all of his logic was figuratively thrown out the window.

Before anyone could say anything more, the bell had rung and the three had to be quiet as they listened to the lecture.

-+=~=+-

The cafeteria was chaotic during lunch. Virgil had packed lunch, just in case he didn’t like the menu, as he was very stubborn in food. However, it was the direct opposite why he was glad he packed lunch. The options seemed so amazingly good, but they were all gone by the time he walked into the cafeteria.

Walking into the cafeteria, he glanced around aimlessly until he heard a voice.

“Virgil!”

He looked to where the voice was calling his to see Remus waving and smiling. Janus seemed to be staring, almost embarrassed and trying to get Remus to stop. They were both sitting at the table in the middle, with no one around them but everyone was still staring at them. Remus was currently eating his plate while Janus was playing a game on his phone.

Virgil just walked over, going over to sit with them.

“You bring lunch?” Remus asked, “What did you bring?”

“Pasta.” Virgil shrugged, “But the food options look amazing.”

“Here.” Janus pushed his plate towards Virgil, “I don’t like any of it. Remus always makes me get an extra plate because he’s hoping one day I’ll eat at school. He always eats my plate at the end of the day, but I’m afraid that he pretends like he’s not too full by the end of it. Spare the both of us.”

Virgil gave a small smile, grabbing it, “Thank you, Janus.”

Janus shrugged, going back to his game, “Let me know if you have any allergies next time. I can get lunch for you.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay. I’ll see if I can arrive early to grab it-”

“No, that’s not how this lunch thing works. It always gets sold out before the bell even rings. Trust me, we have a system to even get it. Let my little pogchamp get it for you.” Remus remarked, ruffling Janus' hair

“You call me that again and I’ll break your dick in half like a glowstick.” Janus threatened as he didn’t bother to even look up, continuing with playing the game on his phone.

“Alright, thanks, Janus.”

"Do you have room for another two?" A familiar voice came through.

The three looked up to see Patton grinning, holding Logan's collar behind him. Logan had his arms crossed as he was holding a clipboard and pencil.

“Sure.” Remus shrugged, making room for the two of them on the side Janus and him were on. Patton took the offer, but Logan went to sit next to Virgil, taking out a worksheet.

“Our one and only valedictorian. So studious.” Patton remarked with a genuine awe laced. It was clear to Virgil that Patton looked up to Logan a lot, even if it may not have been requited.

“He dragged me out of my club meeting.” Logan seemed annoyed, “Said they could run it without the president.”

“You have no trust in your board members.” Patton argued.

“I have all the trust in them! I have zero trust in you.” Logan glared as he worked on his math.

“Cookie?” Virgil offered the pissed off boy the chocolate chip cookie, which Logan gladly took.

“Thank you, Virgil.” He grumbled, going back to working on his homework.

“How's your first day been?” Patton asked, changing the subject.

“Good. Chaotic, but good. I made a couple new friends today.” Virgil nodded.

Patton flashed a smile, “I hope it’s the five of us here today.”

“Yeah.” Virgil cleared his throat, trying to hide his flush.

“Stop doing your homework for one second, Sanders, and pay attention to the conversation.” Patton swiped away Logan’s homework, leaving Logan to death-glare him. Patton's tone reminded Virgil of almost like a disappointed dad.

“I thought you said you don’t let people get the better of you.” Virgil remarked.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t thinking of Patton Morris when I said it.” Logan rolled his eyes, pulling out a yellow slip of paper, writing Patton’s name on it and giving it to him. “Virgil, have you seen the rest of the city, or met anyone else around these parts?”

“No, why?”

“Well, it is a small city. You are bound to know people.” Logan shrugged, “I was just wondering because if not, you should check out the museum downtown. They finally added a few new sections.”

“What? Really? Why didn’t we hear about it?” Patton perked up, “I love the downtown museum. We should all go there and check it out one day.”

"I don't know, Patton." Janus raised an eyebrow, "We're all not that great of friends."

"This is a great way to make us friends! We would get to know each other.”

"Ooo, in that case, count me in." Remus grinned, wiggling his shoulders in interest, "We could list all the different ways you could kill someone in alphabetical order while we're there."

Patton's eyes widened at the thought of that and Janus sighed as he tried to de-escalate Patton's reaction, "To spare everyone's sanity, Remus and I will not be doing that."

“That sounds like anxiety and socialization I’m not prepared for. I’ll pass.” Virgil replied.

“Count me out.” Logan made a face, “I don’t get close to people.”

“Wow, what an ass-.” Patton snorted as he saw Logan standing up, clearly going to take care of responsibilities elsewhere. "-sset."

Virgil didn't know that Patton made jokes, let alone jokes like that. He had to hide a smile begging to break through. It was clear the rest of the group was doing the same.

“Like I can’t say the same about you.” Logan remarked back, fixing his glasses before walking away.

“I think it’d still be nice if we planned it.” Patton offered, “Besides, I don’t have many close friends. It’s kinda sad how Logan’s so close to me that he’s my best friend, but he won't even talk to me. Maybe if I get to know you guys, I’ll have better friends.”

“You keep pissing off Logan. It’s not our fault that he hates you.” Janus snorted, “If I had someone who did everything he could to stop me from doing stuff I wanted to do, I’d probably be pissed off too.”

“Hey, you do have that!” Patton motioned to Remus.

“Hey! You’re right! Why didn't you mention me?” Remus pouted.

"Sorry." Janus rolled his eyes, "The difference is that Remus and I have come to an understanding. You create messes for Logan that he has to clean up."

Patton slumped down, thinking about it, "Oh man...do I?"

“I don’t think the problem is that you keep annoying him, but I just think that you guys don’t work together because you guys are so different. He's quiet, you’re loud. Everyone loves you, everyone hates him. He's the valedictorian so he’s super serious all the time, and you’re the class clown who I've heard makes a lot of puns. Of course you guys are going to always go head in head.” Virgil offered.

“He's smart. I’m officially adopting his as mine.” Janus replied, putting his phone down to make eye contact with Virgil.

Seconds later, his eyes shifted to Virgil’s forehead, where Virgil touched, worried that something landed there.

“Ah, sorry, I thought I saw something. It was nothing.” Janus murmured as he looked away.

“I’m down to go!” Remus grinned, “Janus, I don’t care what you say, but you’re coming too.”

“Great.” Janus’s voice was deadpan.

“I’ll find a way to get Logan to come.” Patton grinned, “Leave it to me and the six remaining hours he has to spend with me in detention.”

“Why is he spending detention with you? I thought he was the valedictorian.” Virgil raised an eyebrow.

“Being the principal’s son means he gets a lot of responsibility that teachers aren’t willing to put in themselves. It saves on money, and Logan can write it off as responsibilities of being valedictorian.” Patton explained.

“That leads to a higher standard for the next valedictorian. The teachers will have to go back once Logan graduates.” Virgil frowned.

“Yeah, well, it’s rough for the Sanders. Apparently it was the same with his brother.” Janus murmured, “There’s always been a rumor that’s spread around that there’s a reason his brother isn’t seen around the city anymore, the reason being that he was sick of everything.”

“Is this just known information? Should we be talking about it?” Virgil didn't feel comfortable in this situation. He felt as if he shouldn't be talking about it.

“Logan knows about everything. There’s no doubt he also knows the rumors that surround his family.” Remus remarked.

“Does anyone know his brother’s name?” Virgil asked.

Everyone shrugged, “No one talks about him. Not even the Sanders family. It’s almost as if he disappeared from existence for them.”

“Really?”

“Actually, I used to be really good friends with Logan.” Janus shrugged, “He was really open all the time, and happy. he was loud and he felt like himself. He was still a nerd, but he was happy and proud about it. Then…around middle school, something happened and he stopped doing everything he used to do. He stopped being loud and himself, and instead became closed off. He stopped talking to people outside of schoolwork. He started working harder on stuff, and didn’t go anywhere if it wasn’t to study. He just became a recluse after middle school.”

“You think it has anything to do with his brother?” Patton asked.

A throat cleared caught everyone's attention. The four turned around to see Logan standing, unamused, "You should know…it’s not very nice to talk about rumors behind someone’s back.”

Speechless, the four could only stare at Logan as if he had caught them in an intricate web of lies. Guilt crawled up Virgil's spine, knowing that he should've stopped everyone from talking about it. However, Logan seemed to be the most embarrassed out of all of them as he walked up to Patton.

"Apologies. I had forgotten about my Calculus homework that Patton had grabbed out of my hand." Logan murmured as he held his hand out for Patton. Patton was quick to give Logan his things and he started to walk away.

No one said anything as they watched Logan walk away. At least until Logan broke the silence once more upon halting in his tracks and turning back to them. His cheeks were flushed and it was the first time Virgil ever saw any real emotion on Logan's face. He seemed upset almost.

"I don't care if you do speculate on my life, or about my family. Just...please, whatever you say, leave my brother out of it."

Logan turned on his heel and walked out of the classroom before he could even get confirmation from the others. Once he was gone though, Patton's expressions flooded with sadness and guilt. "Logan's never sounded so desperate. He always has a polite or authoritative tone."

"Right...well, you heard the boy. No more talking about his brother." Janus exhaled a sharp breath as he stood up, "Come on, Re. Let's get to our own math class before you start speaking about more gore."

“Coming!” Remus packed up as fast as possible, bounding towards the boy who had already started walking.

“Which way are you going?” Patton grinned, turning his full attention to Virgil. “I’ll walk you there.”

Virgil uncrumpled the paper he had shoved into his pocket to look at the last class of the schedule, "Art."

“We should go before the crowd picks up when the bell rings.”

The two walked in silence the entire way to the class, until Virgil broke the silence, “Hey Patton?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think Logan has a power that makes him scared of getting close to people? Maybe that’s why he stopped talking to Janus.”

“Hm, maybe.” Patton smiled, “I’ll ask today, but I doubt it. I think he has magic. I just…don’t think he uses his power ever.”

“Really?”

“Trust me. I can feel it when people have powers.”

“Do you really know?”

“Yes, I do, Mr. Boy With Powers.” Patton remarked as he walked away, right as Virgil stopped by his classroom. ————– Patton may not make as many puns in this fic since it's so hard for me to make puns, forgive meeeee T-T, but ooooo, I love characterization and learning about backstories. Also 5/6 of the gang are together now and we get more insight into the dynamics of everyone~

If you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging! Reblogging helps me a lot and are very appreciated. Check out my masterlist for more, feel free to request any writings, and stick around if you want to see the rest of what I have in store for this! :)

#logan in this fic has my whole heart #cw slight swearing #cw intrusive thoughts #i'm just going to start tagging remus content as intrusive thoughts LMAO #chapter 4 #sanders sides #the fate of the marked six #high school au #ts patton #ts logan #ts janus #ts roman #ts remus #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus has the ability to see others' fates #ts virgil #medium virgil #logan caring too much but pretending not to be #remus is powerless? (for now) #patton is powerless too? (for now) #logan is powerlesss or not? (we'll find out) #roman has teleportation powers

[benjimatorarts]

What do you think Vox's human name was?

I have a personal headcannon ( and this could be more common headcannon) his name was some sort of iteration of Vincent, meaning one who conquered

this would parrallel to Alastair even more so since more thier names would refer to conquering their mediums of technology

Alastair being an iteration of Alexander which means to conquer of ancient times

While Vincent means one who conquered

(One who conquered the 📺)

Vincent is a very good name I've seen around the fandom a lot. I was debating between Vincent and Virgil. But @random-emerald-thoughts shared this. (She's also the blame for getting me more obsessed with this AU with her ideas and adding additional context to fuck me up.)

He's officially Vaughn...

#hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au

[llamawrites]

Supernatural/Monster AU WiP

Scott - Human

Virgil - Werewolf

John - A Medium

Gordon - Water sprite 

Alan - Also a medium 

Jeff - Human

Kyrano???

Tintin   ?????

Brains - Human

Lady Penelone - Witch

Parker - Werewolf 

Lilian - Dhampir

Hood - ????

Hey guys, do know of any malaysian Supernatural creatures that would fit the characters of Kyrano, Tintin and the Hood. I'm not that well versed in the Malaysian Supernatural

#thunderbirds 1965 #tos au

[kopitaniss]

Kopitanis is in touch.

I continue to talk about the characters of Detective!AU based on the game DmC: Devil may cry. And it was Kat's turn (My favorite girl (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~).

A young girl, 17 years old, a medium, Virgil’s adopted younger sister (according to documents, he is her guardian). She is a rather quiet and calm girl who secretly dreams of joining a gang and breaking the law. Of course, Virgil does not approve of this and tries with all his might to protect it, but too often he goes beyond all limits. The guy does not allow her to communicate with “bad” people. He is always in control, completely unaware of how unpleasant this is for the girl herself. Yes, she loves her brother and is grateful that he saved her, but his behavior is too intrusive.

And one day, she can’t stand it anymore, running away from home to the “Paradise” club. (But this is a completely different story... I will make a separate post about this)

At about 7-8 years old, the girl realized that she had some unusual abilities. She saw what others did not see, considering it the norm. Spirits of people who did not die of natural causes. Animals hit by a truck on the highway. And terrible, distorted creatures hidden behind the guise of a person. Demons - that’s what she called those whose souls were rotten to the core. And her father was precisely the Demon who mocked her from an early age. (I'll write more about this later).

Data:

•Kat wants a Doberman, but for now, she doesn’t have enough time to look after him.

•She loves sodas very much, especially the ones with strawberry and blueberry flavors.

•Hates the smell of cigarettes.

•Due to the fact that she sees spirits, awkward situations often happen to her, because she does not distinguish this world from the afterlife.

•When she has nightmares, Kat comes to her brother’s room and sleeps with him. That's why Virgil's room is always slightly open so that she doesn't wake him up with the click of the lock.

#art #dmc #dmc devil may cry #devil may cry #dmc reboot #dmc fanart #dmc kat #dmc reboot art #dmc reboot detective au #dmc reboot au #dmc art #dmc au #dmc reboot kat #dmc reboot detective au kat

[ascenari0]

Get ready I’m about to drop all my character designs for my sanders sides au.

You ready? LONG POST HERE WE GO.

Welcome to my SUPER LONG post about the characters. This story takes place in a magical world akin to the owl house, with mystical creatures and magical beings.

This story mostly follows Roman Dreamer, a powerless witch.

Roman Dreamer - He/Him, gay, 20, has no magical abilities, except for amulet -5’7”- has brown (red?) hair, green eyes, latino- total himbo, bounty hunter, Lives with his best friend.

Patton Mourning-Flow: He/Him, Pansexual(maybe),- 21 specializes in healing/plant magic -5’6”- has dirty blonde hair, a bit darker blue eyes, round glasses, works at a garden shop, usually visits his friend at the library while they work.

Logan SilverFlare: He/Him/They/Them, Gay,- 22 specializes in potions/ powerful in all magic/ except oracle- animal companion is a Great Horned Owl named Stella- 5’8”- has brown hair, orange eyes, glasses, scars on their arms from his owl (accidental),

Vergilius (Virgil) CinderHell: Son of Deceit CinderHell, He/Him 19 still learning magic from Deceit, good at oracle/can turn into a dragon/medium sized- 5’5”- dark brown hair, yellow eyes, longer ears, fangs, earrings, bisexual (I wanna say hes questioning, and that's okay.)

Deceit CinderHell He/Him, 37- specializes in illusion magic/dark magic -5’10”- dark brown hair, purple eyes, bowler hat, hanging earrings, short low ponytail, half mask hiding half his face, aroace, transmasc-

If your wondering where Remus is, he isn’t in the story yet, when he is I’ll add him onto this post dw.

Maybe In the future I’ll make this part of a master post later. If you have any questions for me or the characters ;), you can go ahead and ask! The first two chapters are up on A03, Promise by ascenari0

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #my art #sanders sides art #sanders sides au #promise au #sanders sides fanart #a03 fanfic #remus sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #Roman dreamer #Patton mourningflow #Logan Silverflare #Virgil cinderhell #deceit cinderhell #transgender #ftm trans #aroace

[nandysparadox]

[ID/ a digital drawing of Virgil Sanders as a pony character from my little pony. It's a side view full-body drawing of Virgil against a pastel green background with white stripes. He is a pegasus with a light grey coat and a white underside. He has a medium-sized straight purple mane and tail. His wings are two shades of grey and have white markings. He has dark purple markings on his snout and hooves, and a similar style white marking on his flank. His eyes are bright purple and he wears a black cloak with plaid details on the hood. He smiles and looks forward. His cutie mark — a purple plaid lightning bolt in front of a grey cloud-shaped pin cushion, with pins and needles around it — is shown in his flank as well as above him in a bigger size./ End ID]

happy birthday virgil!! :D

i know i only post art for the mlp au once in a blue moon but have this anyway hfhdjhdgjd originally i wasn't going to post this on tumblr but i wanted to do something for his bday so

i'm still planning on doing the other sides eventually - if we're lucky we'll get them next year ;)

♡reblogs are very appreciated ^_^♡

#virgil sanders #sanders sides #tss #mlp

[lickoutyourbrains]

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

and... 👀

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

Well it generally depends on the fic itself. If it's a fox-it fic I tend to re-read parts of the series that contains the event I'm focusing on/has the related background information, so I can get accurate what I can. This is especially prevalent in my DJD fanfics.

One kind of planning I do for my Sanders Sides au fics is list making. For example for Vultures I list out the individual motivations and methods of killing, and for my upcoming fic House of Tarot Cards it's the kind of occult magic the sides use and what they use it for.

As for having one of my fics become adapted into a visual medium I would looove to see Vultures animated. It would make an excellent episodic series and there are certain parts that I visualise that I cannot do justice with writing. Like Roman with the flooded house and Virgil with [REDACTED FOR SPOILERS].

#brains answers asks #I'm going to bed but please if anyone wants to send in more asks I'll answer them tomorrow

[ao3feed-loceit]

#loceit #Logan Sanders #Janus Sanders #Sanders Sides #IFTTT #Ao3feed

[dukexietyweek]

From July 3th to July 10th the prompts are as follows

Day 1: Fantasy

Day 2: Music

Day 3: Tattoo Shop/Florist AU

Day 4: Famous

Day 5: Holiday/Celebration

Day 6: Food

Day 7: Fashion

Bonus Day 8: Freeform

Anyone can participate, and all mediums are accepted (moodboards, playlists, cosplay, art, writing, and any creative stuff I can’t think of)

There are a few rules to follow, simple stuff under the cut.

Tag @dukexietyweek and #dukexietyweek2022 so it can be reblogged here. For added measure, you can tag @dukexietyweek in the replies so I don’t miss your submission

This is a sfw event, so no smut, implied sexual content and innuendos are fine

Do not post your work before the set date, if you combine prompts post on the date of the later prompt.

Be sure to tag your work appropriately, with tws and the characters involved, and none that aren’t

Works that involve toxic dukexiety, any mention of inc*st and/or ped*philia will not be reblogged period.

Please refrain from focusing on polyships involving Virgil and/or Remus. It changes the dynamic

This is not an event for “familial dukexiety” do not submit that content

This is an event for romantic, qpp, and alterous dukexiety, as in not platonic

Do not link your fanwork to real-life current events (eg. b/l/m or covid) out of respect for the real people who are struggling/suffering because of the situation

Have fun! This is not a challenge, only do what you can and what you want to

Submissions will be accepted until July 17th, late submissions are welcome before that date!

#dukexietyweek2022 #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #vimus #remus x virgil #virgil x remus #ts remus #ts virgil #intruxiety #thomas sanders #sanders sides #mod ronni #prompt list

[princeanxious]

An idea I’m drawing stuff for:

Okay so g/t sanders sides au idea but where the tiny people are actually mini android/cyborgs made to accompany people /if they want to/ as companions to humans that can connect to technology and the internet. (Medium-big sized ramble under-cut)

They arent nessesarily helpers, but they can help humans w/ technology issues if they want(and there are lots of human laws in place that prohibit forced labor and captivity from this new sentient race, but as you might guess, just bc there are laws doesnt mean everyone follows them or gets caught breaking them) the rest of the world is kinda up for development but i can tell you these tiny android people sometimes come with additional features such as tails w/ audio jacks/place where the tail would go to insert an audiojack, eyes and fingers that glow, ear type varients depending on what time they were born/created, have as many bendable joints as a human, but their legs and feet are naturally a bit thicker/wider both for balance and more room for technology in their tiny bodies.

Theyre a very intermingled mix of liveform and android(and are probably best explained as just. Straight up aliens to planet earth), to the point that theres no actual way to seperate tech from bio-matter. And theyre so tiny that trying to seperate the two on such a small scale is still scientifically impossible at this current time. Damage and wear/tear to their body can heal quickly with enough energy, rest, and time, but losing body parts can be nearly detrimental to their health if said parts cant be reattached quickly. They are not strong enough to regenerate a full limb.

It’s not an immediate death if they lose a limb, but its very much an emergency due to how spread out their bodily function sensors are in their tiny bodies. Losing a certain leg can mean losing complete mobility of both legs and balance, or losing certain patches of memory, losing a certain arm can mean losing the ability to balnce well, or go nearly sensory blind(meaning they can see things, but no longer feel them that well.) the tail is the only bodypart that is not immediately detrimental to their health, just their lifestyle. Their tail is their only way to directly connect to the online world without assistance. Without it, they rely on adapter prostetics that wear out over time and need to be replaced on occassion.

That being said, in this au, Roman, Remus, and Janus are tinies in this world. Roman and Remus are twins, and both suffered an injustice of experimentation that involved one of their legs each being removed, and being reattached(successfully) to the other’s body, as a test to see how similar twin tiny’s bodies are and if the similarities assist any in surrogate limbs attaching successfully. Theyre rescued and rehabilitated amd rehomed together before anything more was done to them, but they live life knowing they have eachothers leg and function as if said legs are really their own, and it connects them in a very odd way that they cant really explain.(it comes w/ a bonus of being able to send messages to one another, but a con of being able to see a portion of the other’s memories, be it mental, or physical muscle memory)

They live with a group of humans, Logan, Patton, and Virgil, who are aware of their situation and have welcomed them into their home to live normal tiny lives. Patton and Virgil are brothers, and Logan is their childhood bestfriend. Remus tends to travel w/ Logan the most bc Logan isnt bothered by Remus’s constant hyperfixations on dark and grusome things.(they hold alot of convos abt dark literature and anatomy, and astronomy. Remus finds Logan’s voice soothing on his semi-irratic stream of thoughts, and talking abt astonomy helps sooth Remus to sleep the fastest.) Roman clings to Virgil mostly but passes inbetween Virgil and Patton pretty frequently depending on whose at work. (Virgil and Roman bicker about everything under the sun, but it’s still healthy for them. Virgil keeps Roman’s ego in check and Roman helps Virgil gain more confidence in things, especially things in public.)

Janus is.. well, he was born.. defective, in a way. No ones really sure exactly what happened, if there were dificulties in his development, or if his existance was fused semi-incorrectly with another while in the preverbial womb, but he is born with his body being partially down the middle on one side with another set of tiny genetics, leaving 1/4th of his body from one side of the head to just below the same side’s ribs to be a different skin & metal plating color. One eye glows gold, the other a bright milky white, the same going for either hand w/ his finger-tips on the same sides. Pure snow white skin, plating, and hair is unnatural, and its theorized to be a permanent glitch in his physical coding seeing as the ‘other tiny’ that had yet to combine correctly would not have developed any physical traits until birth to mimick a combination of it’s parents, it’s physical attribute coding would remain dormant and thus not addapt with the rest of the body.

This leaves Janus visually different, and physically different. He has his own two legs and tail so that part of his body functions normally, but the arm that is inter-functionally dormant leaves him with terrible balance issues(thus leaving him to require a cane) and his on the same side that is similarly dormant leaves him functionally blind in said eye and deaf on said side.

He’s developed an extremely defensive personality because he refuses to be pitied for something he was never in control of. He’s plenty independent without help and beyond grouchy. Has been known to bite humans who try to help him but wont listen to him, hard. He’s never been allowed to live a normal tiny’s life because the parents he was born to gave him to humans to ensure he lived, then got retroactively babied since. His foul temper has lead to a difficulty in the homing process, and the humans are almost about to give up on him when Virgil walks in one day, curious about homing a third tiny to help stabalize the twins antics and frustrations born from there only being the two of them.

Janus is just as foul at first as he is to everyone who approaches him, because he fully expects pity. Instead of Virgil moving on in rejection/dismissal of the rude behavior, Virgil just chuckles in amusement. “Oh boy, you’re fiesty huh?” “Have to be, lest people think they can do and think whatever they want about me. Better to give them my worst so they don’t get any god-complex over my disability, right?” And Virgil relates, and isnt hesitant abt mentioning his own struggles w/ how rudely people treat him w/ his general anxiety disorder and chronic depression.

Virgil manages to convince Janus take a chance and come home w/ him. And then Janus meets Patton, and things go so much better than anyone expected them to go. I mean, they get worse before they get better, but the getting better is so much further than any resulted backtracking. Janus likes Patton, and is uber protective of him. No one knew Patton to bicker much, but oh boy, does he bicker with Janus, often abt taking care of one another. Its all out of love and care, and its honestly jarringly sweet. (Patton gets Janus hooked on chocolate chips, and may or may not bribe him with a bottle-lip full from time to time if it means making Janus relax.)

#sanders sides #tiny tech g/t au #sanders sides g/t #platonic intrulogical #platonic prinxiety #platonic moceit #all platonic bc idk how people feel abt g/t romance #luka writes #luka’s aus #tw long post #ask to tag

[wolfprincesszola]

The Fate of the Marked Six Chapter 1

I'm very excited for this project. I have a lot of old stories that I never published of just random things. This one is one of the books I'm actually really proud of, so I decided to revamp it and have some fun with it. I'll try to update it often. Every chapter will always have a trigger and content warning. Please look to it before reading the chapter because I'd rather your mental health be prioritized over a number on a fic. This story comes from the basis that all six sides have their own powers. Every chapter will be the perspective of one of the sides, but there is a pattern to the chapters. I hope you guys enjoy! ——————– Summary: Virgil moves into a new town and meets Roman, a ghost that he promises to help in finding the unfinished business needed to pass over. However, Roman's past seemed to be deeply muddled with trouble, an uncurable disease that has started to affect a classmate, and a certain tight-lipped valedictorian. Friendships are made and Virgil finds himself thrown into a situation far more complicated and twisted than he signed up. Hopefully, with the help of his new five friends, he can find a way to bring peace to the town once and for all.

Trigger Warnings: None

Content Warnings: Swearing, Religious Exclamations, Mild Mentions of Death

<Masterlist>

<Next> ——————–

Chapter 01

Virgil Gray wished he could say he didn’t believe in ghosts, but he was a realist. He believed the things he could only see, and for as long as he could remember, he had been able to see them.

The world was full of natural magic, everyone instilled it with it. Sometimes, the magic took form as a power, and sometimes it stayed as magic in the body. For Virgil, it became a power to see ghosts. Mediums were only about 10% of the population, and so most ghosts tried as hard as they could to find the mediums and annoy the hell out of them.

Ghosts, upon meeting Virgil, were different. Some were nice, and some were horribly mean. Either way, Virgil found ghosts annoying, especially since he wasn't one for social interactions. However, they became his only sense of company as he found the living more annoying than ghosts.

Being able to see ghosts ran in his family, and so he was taught when he was younger why ghosts existed. They were people who died, who couldn’t move onto the afterlife until they had completed their unfinished business. That business could range from making up relationships with their family to even becoming famous.

Virgil, annoyed by how many ghosts resided in the living world, swore that he would help every ghost he became friends with move onto the afterlife, because he knew that everyone deserved closure.

-+=~=+-

“Heads up!”

Virgil looked up from grabbing a box from the UHaul, only to duck again once seeing a ball fly over his head.

Standing back up, he shifted the box to become more comfortable as he put it into the house. When he got back outside, he found a group of tweenage boys glancing at the football that had just skimmed by him. They were currently being scolded by Virgil's mother, their heads down as they apologized for almost decapitating Virgil's head.

Turning towards the UHaul again, he went to grab another box only to find a teenage boy about his age sitting on the truck, smirking. Jumping, he blinked, staring at him. “What? Why are you smirking like that with me?”

“You’re new here, aren’t you, sunshine?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “And who might you be, pretentious asshole? Get off the truck. I don’t want you dirtying the UHaul that we rented.”

“The name’s Roman. Roman Sanders.” The boy bowed.

Virgil took a good look at Roman. He was wearing a white shirt with a red and gold jacket and some brown jeans. On his head was a paper crown, nicely pinned to his head with his hair nicely groomed. Virgil practically contrasted the boy with black jeans, a black t-shirt, and the purple jacket he wore everywhere. He could practically see the number of insults running through Roman's head about how he was dressed. Virgil would be lying if he said that the same was going through his head.

Jeez, Roman was going to be an annoying little prick, wasn't he?

“Uh huh…” Virgil drawled, grabbing a box, “Still haven’t answered my question.”

“Looks to me like you’re a medium.” Roman hummed as he jumped onto the UHaul with Virgil, going to face him.

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Hey, if you’re going to annoy me, can you at least help me move in?”

“Sorry, no can do, emo nightmare.” Roman snickered.

Virgil sighed, placing the box to his side, “And why is that?”

“I think you forgot to ask one little thing about me.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow before he heard his father.

“Who are you talking to, Virge?”

Virgil turned towards his father, who he knew was the only one in his family to not have the medium powers and blinked before turning back to Roman.

“You’re a ghost.” Virgil groaned as he stared at Roman.

“Right you are.” Roman clicked his tongue, winking at him, “Virgil's a pretty name. Just like you.”

“No chance.” Virgil glared at Roman before he handed his father the last box on the truck and answered his father's question, “Just a really annoying ghost.”

“Ah, you always say that.” His father snorted, “Maybe he’ll be your new friend. You had a lot of those in Costas.”

“Yeah well, I’m trying to turn a new leaf and not look like I’m insane, Dad.” Virgil snorted as he jumped down the truck to bring the last few boxes in with his family.

“Oh come on! You’re handsome, I’m handsome, we’d make a good pair!” Roman yelled.

Virgil ignored Roman as he walked into the house, not paying attention to what the ghost had to say.

-+=~=+-

It was evening when Virgil had finally gotten his closet unpacked and put into the correct places. Granted, he didn't have many possessions, especially in terms of clothes, in the first place. Upon turning around, he sighed in content and accomplishment, taking out his headphones.

“Finally!”

He yelped at the voice, turning around to see Roman sitting on the chair lavishly. Of course.

“I thought you’d never take them off.” Roman gave Virgil a loopy grin.

“What are you doing here?” Virgil yelled, “How long were you watching me?”

“Only about half an hour.” Roman shrugged, “You’re the first medium that I’ve come across ever since I died. What’s your full name? How old are you? What’s your favorite color? Do you have any hobbies? What-“

“Jesus fucking Christ, shut up and slow down.” Virgil groaned, trying to calm his heart. Roman did just that, closing his mouth and looking at Virgil expectantly.

“My name is Virgil Gray, I am 17, my favorite color is purple, and I like to draw. How old were you when you died?” Virgil answered all his questions calmly, knowing that many new ghosts become a little excited upon seeing a medium.

“I’m 17 too, and I died almost 3 months ago.”

For a fairly new ghost, Roman seemed to be more knowledgeable than most. Most were unable to gauge time or even what happened until they came across a medium. It seemed that Roman knew enough that he wasn't completely clueless.

“Do you mind me asking what happened?”

“Ah, car accident. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and some drunk driver swerved and killed me.”

“Jeez, that’s brutal. Sorry you had to deal with that.”

“I’m glad it was a quick death, at least.” Roman shrugged before going back to his energetic and cheerful personality, “Well, no matter…how’s being a medium like?”

“Well…there’s this super annoying ghost that continues to bug me.” Virgil joked.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Roman stuck his tongue out.

“What power did you have?”

“Teleportation. It was really handy for school.”

“And yet you still died in a car accident.” Virgil remarked as he collapsed the empty boxes that used to hold his clothes.

“Ouch, too far.” Roman acted wounded, “I enjoyed the freedom of driving, even if I could teleport everywhere. You know…it still works in the afterlife. I tried it when I first died. I met a lot of ghosts, and they told me the same thing. I apparently can’t move on…”

“Yeah, until you find your unfinished business and complete it.” Virgil remarked. “Do you have any idea what it might be?”

Roman shrugged, “I keep thinking about it, and I really don’t know.”

Then, Virgil realized that even if he always pretended like ghosts were an annoyance to him, his heart would always be 10 times too big for him to keep in. He knew how it felt to not have anyone to depend on or to have anyone to help him. He never wanted anyone else to feel like that, not even a ghost, who always felt alone. So he said something that he knew he would regret later.

“I’ll help you.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. I’ll help you find your unfinished business and then I’ll help you finish it.”

“Really?”

“You seem like a good person, and I know you’re probably not going to ever leave me alone, so I might as well help you to get you to not be so annoying all the time.”

Roman snorted, and Virgil watched as his eyes crinkled. Virgil knew that behind that cheerful demeanor, Roman hadn’t genuinely smiled in a long time. He was glad he could make the royally-dramatic boy genuinely smile, and then he knew he wanted to help Roman smile like that more. ——————– If you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging! Reblogging helps me a lot and it's just two clicks of a button (trust me, likes don't do anything to help me). Check out my masterlist for more, feel free to request any writings, and stick around if you want to see the rest of what I have in store for this! :)

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[typically-untypical]

Missing Constellations

AU: Artist AU

TW: None that I know of

WC: 975

Date: 8/21/2021

There were many things in this world that Logan enjoyed, museums, debate, space, but modern art was not one of them. He simply didn’t understand it and no matter how his boyfriend tried to explain it to him, Logan simply couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Despite his distaste for the medium, he knew that Janus was an art connoisseur, which was what led him here, standing at an art gallery showing. It was wonderful to watch his boyfriend mingle and make friends. He tried to look at a few paintings to keep himself entertained but eventually, he fell to people watching. There were a lot of people here dressed in elegant clothes, obviously used to the art show scene. He could read the pretentiousness off of half of these people, but there was someone sitting off to the side, dressed in slacks and a patchwork hoodie, with a sketchbook in his hands. Logan was curious as his eyes flittered up to look at people and then back down to the sketch pad.

The few moments that he could see the artist’s eyes he was surprised by the way they shined and sparkled. There was a deep intensity to them. He was transfixed. He wanted to know more about this artist, what made him so passionate, what made him focus so intensely on his art?

“Did something catch your eyes?” Janus was whispering in his ears, strong arms wrapped around him.

“Simply an artist, I don’t want to bother him, but I’m curious.”

“I believe his name is Virgil Montegro, he specializes in surrealist art. Fairly new to the scene, and most of his pieces are purchased by the movie producer Remus Reglia.”

“So he does a lot of macabre pieces?”

Janus nodded, “And a few landscape pieces. You might enjoy those. Do you want to see them?”

“Yes, please, I didn’t know that there were landscape paintings here.”

“You didn’t think that I would take you to an art show with only things that I enjoy, did you?”

“You know I wouldn’t complain if you did. I like seeing you happy.”

Janus smirked but there was a bit of fondness in his eyes.

“You are mocking my interest.”

“Not at all, I simply haven’t seen you this interested in something since you were interested in me.”

Logan blushed deeply, looking away from Janus. It had taken him longer than he wanted to admit to realize that his infatuation with Janus had been more than just ‘interest in a debate partner’. Janus loved to tease him about that.

“I doubt that this is any kind of romantic inclination. I am simply interested in his art.”

“Sure,” Janus chuckled. “You continue to tell yourself that.”

Logan would have frowned at him but found himself in front of the most beautiful spacescape painting he had ever seen.

“You didn’t tell me who painted space scenes.”

“I wanted to see the face you would make when you saw it. I was thinking of purchasing this for us to hang in the bedroom. You know, we have that space above the bed.”

“It would look gorgeous there.” He said with a smile and a nod, “Very well, I will lift my one painting per show rule because I have a feeling you want something else as well.”

“Perceptive as always.”

Janus kissed Logan’s cheek and began to walk off to speak with someone about purchasing the galaxy scene, leaving Logan to marvel at it. He was certain that many of these stars were actually in their correct place, but something tickled in the back of his mind.

“Can I help you?” A rough voice asked from behind him, and Logan turned to see none other than Virgil Montegro, shoulder raised in defense. That simply wouldn’t do. Logan was an admirer, not an attacker.

“No, I was simply admiring the positioning of the stars.”

“Yeah, I tried to get them as accurate as possible, but there were a few I intentionally changed.”

“Fascinating, any reason why?”

Virgil just shrugged, but Logan could tell there was more to the story than that. “I am Logan, by the way, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

Logan held out his hand, and Virgil gently shook it. “Same to you. So what brings you here? You didn’t look all that interested in the art.”

“My partner is very interested in art, so I come to indulge him. Listening to him talk after the shows is often a highlight to my week.”

“Oh,” Virgil’s shoulders slumped a little bit and Logan couldn’t help the pull that he felt.

“Would you like to have coffee sometime? I would love to discuss this painting further. Especially since we are purchasing it.”

“But, you have a partner.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t prevent me from going out to coffee with other people.”

The artist bit at his lip, considering it for a bit, the purple fringe of his hair falling into his eyes. “Alright, one coffee, just to discuss the stars.”

“Wonderful.” Logan pulled out his phone, handing it to Virgil with a new contact created.

“Sure,” Virgil muttered, putting his phone number in and closing the app, looking at the background art.

“That’s pretty cool.”

“Thank you, it uses subtle coloring from the polyamorous flag as well as the bisexual flag. My partner had it commissioned for me.”

Virgil’s eyes lit up as he handed back Logan’s phone. “Oh!”

Logan just smiled softly, the slight darkening of Virgil’s cheeks made him smile. “Yes, so, coffee, next week?”

“Yeah, yeah, I would like that a lot.” And he sounded a lot less reluctant this time. Logan smiled, and not because he had a date with a cute artist, but because he had someone he would be able to discuss space with. Of course, that was the only reason.

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#Sanders Sides #Sanders Side fic #TSSAUgust #Janus Sanders #Logan Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Analoceit #Untypical Creations

[four-rabbit]

Okay that's it I'm gonna talk about my ghost au

It's platonic intrulogical centric and the basic plot is that Logan, who studies the paranormal and Remus, a medium are hired to live in a haunted house for a week and since the payment is huge and they are equally broke they accept the job

The house belonged to Janus and Patton Hart in the 50' and they both died in a horrible accident, just as their son, Thomas Hart. Since then the family has been haunting the house and anyone who tries to live there, for reasons that no one really understand but the citizens of the city just tend to believe that Janus is a bitter person who cannot accept his own death.

For what they know, Remus and Logan's job is to register the paranormal activity , try to establish communication with the ghosts and try not to kill each other in the meantime because lets just say that they didn't have the best first impression about one another. But it's not that simple.

Virgil is a ghost in here and they are Remus' childhood friend, as in they met after Virgil died and have been friends ever since

Roman is also a medium (everyone on their mother's side is) but he's way better than Remus at it, he's actually so good that his connection with the paranormal got him sick. Like, very sick and the main reason Remus accepted that weird job is because he has to pay for Roman's medical bills

The au is technically horror, but its like a comedy horror

Anyway, that's it, if you guys want to know more about it feel free to send asks and questions and all that. I know so much about this au and I could talk about it for literal hours

#please talk to me about this au #i can talk about the characters background #or how Janus and Patton died #or about Remus and Roman powers #or about Remus and Virgil relationship #I'm just-- in love with this au #ghost au #Ill be talking about the characters in more detail probably #it depends on how interested you guys will be on this au #rabbit speaks #moceit mention #platonic intrulogical mention #platonic dukexiety mention

[a-ghostlight-for-roman]

[ID: Black and white sketches of Virgil and Logan.

Logan has a short, afro-textured undercut and freckles. He's wearing glasses, a long-sleeve shirt, and a chew stim necklace. In his right hand, he's holding up a vintage doll. He's smiling.

Virgil has medium-length shaggy hair that covers his right eye. He's wearing a Build-A-Bear Workshop uniform, which consists of a long-sleeve shirt, an apron and a lanyard. He's wearing eyeshadow under his eyes and has multiple ear piercings and a lip ring. In his left hand, he's holding up a stuffed heart. In his right, he's holding up a deflated teddy bear. His mouth is slightly open. /End ID]

okay now here's Logan & Virgil bc my mind's still caught up on this AU hgfdk

Logan restores vintage dolls! He majored in anthropology in college and became interested in historical toys specifically, so he took up dollmaking as a hobby. After graduating, he decided to merge his hobby and his career and started doing vintage doll restoration.

Virgil works at Build-A-Bear Workshop, and hates his job. Mostly Maybe he enjoys the kids, sometimes, but don't tell anyone, okay. He also works at a Joann Fabrics and Crafts, because college tuition is expensive. He doesn't actively work on toys for the stuffed animal hospital, but he does a lot of supply runs, helps with decisions regarding materials, etc. He's more helpful than he'll admit.

link to the other four

#im love this AU & I don't even know why. I am going soft. #Logan #Virgil #Sanders Sides #dollmaker AU #come get y'alls autistic!sides juice #we've got autistic logan. we've got autistic janus. we're goin wild over here. maybe I'll stuff some other nd hcs on the others we'll see! #am I projecting? maybe. #let's throw Remus in the mix too actually. why not #hdfgk #what'd Virgil major in? it's a mystery to me #or maybe he's still in school. I dunno. #the sides are early twenties in this #for funsies let's say.. software engineering. #*subject to change. #nyways if you wanna send me stuff abt this AU I am all ears. #Art #MyArt