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yo i hAVE NOT OPENED THIS TUMBLR ACC IN SO LONG IM SO SORRY HVWDB IM BACK THOUGH!! WITH A NEW FANDOM TO Y E L L ABOUT i see i have some asks and i feel too embarrassed to answer them ;; oh well, i also changed my @ from saltlouie to queerauds because why not, yk? lets see if my chaos can be handled edit: i still go by any alias you want to call me !! just go ahead dude so yeah

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sleeps on ask box hi u probably can guess who it is but u dont have a wall so :// I'm doing the best i c an

Pfft, I’m very late to this ask, and how can I not guess who this is? You’re practically everywhere. Oh, yeah, stop sleeping on my stuff. 

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Thank You. - Plat!Moxiety

≫ tw; uncensored cussing, self-deprecation, mention of chest pains and difficulty in breathing !!

≫ an; this was posted on my wattpad (@saltylouie) and Thomas Sanders Fans Amino (TSFA - louie) !! i don’t use this tumblr acc as much, so, do not be mistaken! ^^ i decided to post it here, because i really want this acc back up and runnin’. i also apologize for the confusing use of capitalization, i had a writing block when i wrote this, too.

≫ Summary:       Virgil was out with some friends, but got bored. he went onto a social media platform where he had met most of his online friends. he started to feel.. nervous, and couldn't understand why. he went to Morality, knowing he was someone who could help him.

   usually, he doesn't go out of his own house. at all. he stays at home even if he knows he is able to go outside and do so much more fun activities rather than lounge at home, nose stuck on his screen; he'd been introduced to the magic of the internet a while back, joining social networks and meeting people.

  knowing they were only strangers online, and they didn't know him, he was still frankly quite shy about meeting people who are merely just strangers behind a screen. you'd expect for him to be anxious and very nervous about talking- but, they don't know who he is. they don't know who Virgil is. he convinced himself that there isn't a lot to worry about, just as long as the people they met strayed away from gaining personal information, he guesses he can consider them mutuals.

  he sat with a few people around a small table, a few friends of the names' Remy, Deceit, and Emile. all three were occupied doing their own thing, having their own phones close to their noses. Remy was too busy playing games and calling someone on the phone as he sat with Virgil's earphones (for he had forgotten his), Deceit was flirting with a certain someone who Virgil was very close with, while Emile was simply looking through his phone, most likely looking through Pokémon Go out of boredom. Virgil doesn't hate company, in fact, Deceit is the person he hangs out with most, and of other gatherings, Remy's with them, and occasionally Emile.

  Virgil noticed how everyone was doing their own thing, and he couldn't help but do the same and go on a social media platform. he went immediately to the media's feed, looking through loads more of art, writing, edits, other forms of art. he didn't realize how long he spaced out for as he stared at his phone, his own anxious thoughts telling him off. he felt his breathing quicken, chest tighten a bit too much, he hunched over slightly, praying it was unnoticed. he glanced at one hand, watching it shake a bit more than usual; it was a bad habit he does, looking at his shaky hands just make him feel even more anxious.

  he quickly swiped a few times on his screen, his thumb seeming to have a mind of its own, but eventually stop. currently on his screen, the chats category was opened, displaying the many- well, few chats he had. some were private messages, and one group chat. he tapped a group chat that was titled Crofters Cookies for some reason... he didn't mind, he actually quite liked it. there were five members in the chat, including Virgil. of course, it was the internet, you can't just reveal your names. so, Virgil went by the user ✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘. they called him Anx, even if Virgil would've preferred to be called Anxiety when he can be labeled as the living embodiment of Anxiety.

   like any group of friends, each friend had a label- not the bad kind, but that it was used to reference to someone as a shortcut. one user went by 🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶; just by looking at the user, one can perhaps tell this user really.. really loves animals, especially puppies. he was a male who went by Morality as his nickname— for his friend label- he went by Dad, because we was pretty much a father figure to his sons (let's not dwell on the topic that no one actually calls him dad).

   another user went by L o g i c 🎓, and also just by his user, he went by Logic, immediately knowing the outcomes of other peoples' nicknames for him. he was called nerd a lot, that was definitely a common nickname, but, someone else in the group chat was very, and i mean very creative when it comes to nicknames for Logic.

   this user went by ✨Ɛŋƈɧąŋɬąɖơཞ✨, you'd think he was some charming, dashing, lovable prince who can swoon any man or woman within a matter of milliseconds; he was. a kind, thoughtful prince, and quite a warrior, although, he was still a bit of a, nuisance, to how Logic phrases it. this.. Princey dude was a bit, no, that's a lie, he was an egoist and he was self-centered. he also loved Disney, and he was pretty indecisive. at least once every week, he'd change his icon about 3-7 times.

  the last user was someone who went by Foster Dawg who was not very well active in the chat, he'd pop in from time to time, but the rest were very active. although an inactive member of the friend chat, it was like all four of them knew what was best for them. whenever he was dealing with emotions, Morality would step in. if he needed new ideas, prompts and plots, Princey would provide those. if he needed anything like an objective opinion, or something from an logical perspective, or have a question, or perhaps begin a debate, he'd go to Logic. Foster Dawg went to Anx when it came to certain doubts, insecurities, fears, and his own fairly heightened anxiety. all four of them were always of great help, to one another. it was strangely remarkable on how all four and each of their personalities form Foster Dawg all together, if ever possible. it's not like the four would be parts of Foster Dawg's personality; impossible, there are similarities, but, a person can't be a one's living embodiment of a personality trait. would it be a miracle? a coincidence? a curse?

   that isn't the main focus right now. Virgil wasn't feeling very.. pleasant at the moment. he felt like throwing up everything he had just eaten, feeling quite uneasy. he typed a couple of words, stating how his social anxiety wasn't helping, but, out of nervousness, deleted his response before he could send it. yes, Virgil had a habit of doing that, but he would know to what the reason is. this time, he knew something was wrong, but he couldn't understand as to why he is feeling this way. the overwhelming thought that these, annoying emotions, were- or are the reason to his unanswered questions and complicated thoughts. moreover, Virgil isn't used to expressing himself, or venting in all general. he sighed quietly in defeat, looking over that list of members in the chat, tapping on a familiar dog icon. after a few more shaky taps, he'd finally entered his private message chat with Morality. he didn't even bother with scrolling up in their conversation, he really needed someone to talk to, unless he wanted to drive himself up a wall.

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: my chest feels heavy.

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: it's bothering me.

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: it

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: itbhurts

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: *it hurts

    Virgil was still shaking as he typed his messages, his quick breathing becoming louder. he didn't want it to be heard, so he tried to take a deep breath in. it worked.. for a bit, until he saw the small text pop up at the bottom left corner of his screen, just above his keyboard.

       🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶 is typing...

      the small text disappeared, which didn't help Virgil at all. he refreshed the chat, almost sighing in relief once he saw the small bubble pop up again.

🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶: Why? Is something wrong, Kiddo? Are you ok??

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: i.. i don't know.

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: i just feel really weak, thinking about it makes me light-headed.

      it really was weird for Virgil to express how he was currently feeling, especially with the voice in the back of his head, telling him he didn't deserve to be helped. he was always looking after the rest, which meant if he can balance out their problems with his, he can go just fine with his own. he thought wrong. he waited as he watched the small text bubble, showing that Morality was typing; he averted his gaze from his phone, looking anywhere else. his eyes landed on the three almost-forgotten-friends with him, chatting with each other every now and then. Deceit and Remy were both complaining that they were hungry again, the anxious companion couldn't help but laugh at their nonsense. they had just eaten, now, they want desert; not that there's a problem with that, it's just that Virgil wasn't particularly hungry, even if he ate quite little for dinner with the mentioned people with him. Emile stood up from his seat, quietly groaning as he excused himself to the bathroom, leaving Virgil to hold his phone for a while. he took Emile's phone and placed it in front of him-

     the sound of glass falling scared the living hell out of him, resulting him to dropping Emile's phone on the table; thankfully, it wasn't too high off the table's surface, but it added to the sudden noise, and stating the obvious, it didn't help. apparently, Remy was moving something and it tipped an empty glass over, making it fall. Deceit almost jumped from the sound, his first instinct being to pick up the glass and stand it right up again. he then glanced at Virgil and Remy, before stifling a laugh as his shoulders shook slightly. Remy saw this, and smirked, Virgil couldn't tell if he was embarrassed, but he was laughing, so he chuckled nervously. he took deep breathes,

In. one.. two.. three.. four..

Hold. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven-

Out. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

  Virgil was silently thanking himself that he only had to do that breathing exercise only a few times; usually, he'd have to them for at least 15 minutes, especially that he was in public. knowing he isn't as overwhelmed as he thought, it was a clear sign to him that..

        maybe he was just a weak person, whose problems weren't that big of an issue like he thought.  

🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶: Aw.. Kiddo..

       out of pure fear, Virgil had typed and sent without thinking twice. fuck.

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: im sorry im bothering you with whatever the hell is happening to me

     shit. shit, why did i send that? fuck, oh no, what is he going to think? i'm such an idiot. i know this is Morality- but—

🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶: No, wait- Kiddo!! calm down. You aren't bothering me,

🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶: Why would you even think that you're bothering me??

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: because i don't like to vent. i don't like expressing myself, despite my loud, sarcastic, self. i always aim to protect and prioritize others over myself.

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: it's like.. whenever people come to me, looking for advice, their issues take a toll on me; why i'm reluctant to vent myself, thinking i'm being a burden to the person i'm talking to.

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: i also dont want people to worry about me, because i don't have feel the need to be helped, i don't deserve it.

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: plus.. my problems are literally nothing, yet i'm whining and complaining about them.

      🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶 is typing...

       see, you don't even know how to reply. see how much of a burden i am? all i do is weigh others, you down. god, why did i think going to you was my first thought? i could've gone to Logic, but, no, i'm bothering someone i care most abo-

🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶: C'mon, Kiddo! Don't think like that!

          too late, Morality-

🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶: You aren't bothering me at all! Heck, if I have problems, I go to you or Logic! You both always seem to have the right words to say, and I'm really grateful!!

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: gasp

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: morality typed heck

      yeah, joking around wasn't necessary at the moment, but, Virgil couldn't help it. he wasn't sure why he did that: either to avoid the topic, or he just unknowingly chimed in.

     "Virge, want anything? Dee and i are getting desert." Remy spoke, his eyes meeting Virgil's gaze after noticing he's been staring at his phone for what he assumed was ten minutes or more. Deceit stood up from his seat, about the same time Emile walked back over, and taking his seat. "Picani, do you want anything?" Asked Deceit, adjusting his outfit and earning an unsure shrug from the other. "well, i'm getting the Golden Oreo Ice cream- whatever that is, it looks good."

     "hey, i'll get everything!" exclaimed Remy, even if he didn't have the menu in hand. "no-?" chuckled Virgil, "well, let's get everything, for all of us to eat, hm?" Remy earned a joking glare from Virgil, "no!" he snickered as Remy shrugged. "whatever floats your boat- i'm hungry! i will get everything!" he exclaimed, standing up with Deceit to go over to the counter and order. Emile giggled and playfully rolled his eyes, "you sure you don't want anything, Virge? don't think i noticed you ate quite little earlier," said Picani, tilting his head slightly at Virgil, who turned his head away to avoid the other's gaze. "i.. don't know, what's on the menu?"

      Emile stood up and walked over to a table, where an unused menu laid. he took it and walked back over to Virgil, sitting himself down still next to the anxious companion. "here; we can share, if you want? the desert Dee mentioned earlier did sound appealing," he said as he opened the small booklet up, flipping through the pages to reach for the Deserts section. he pointed at the desert Deceit mentioned earlier, something with a Golden Oreo with ice cream? that looked good, but, who was going to pay?

      "Emile, who'll pay?"

                               "oh, i think Remy will."

      Virgil frowned, "only him? if that's true, then i'm not getting anything." it seemed.. you know.. uh.. he couldn't think of the word, but, it just didn't feel right. if Remy doesn't want to get his money, then he isn't getting anything. "Virgil, it will be fine, besides, it was Remy who insisted. you know he visits this place a lot, he's practically known here," which wasn't a lie; Remy did visit this place to eat, or just hang around to talk to the staff. it's a fond little thing he did, pretty cute, too! Virgil then sighed, giving in to the offer. "alright, alright. we'll share, right?" Emile smiled and mused a giggle from Virgil's reply. "yes, of course! i'll go and tell them of our order, ok?"

      before the anxious friend could reply, he had already gotten up and skipped his way towards the pair by the counter. he grinned softly, glancing back to his phone. he had missed three messages from Morality.

🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶: At least I don't type such foul language, Anxiety.

                oh shit. he used the entire name, not the nickname. oh no, he's in Dad™ mode-

🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶: Don't think you're less than what you think and say to be, you know very well it isn't true. Don't let your negative thinking ever convince you, or drag you into its void. Like I said earlier, you aren't bothering me. I come to you whenever I'm not in the bestest mood, you always manage to cheer me up, even if you're that dark and strange! Know that you're heard, and you can come to me if you ever have any problems!

🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶: I worry about you, Anxiety, which means I care; yes, this is the internet and we're all strangers, but, our group is like a family! I would give up anything to meet you all! Also, you should let people help you. it may be difficult at first, but, really, it'll help you. A lot.

       a corner of Virgil's mouth was tugged, forming a small grin on his face. not many people the ones Virgil's has come to were able to help him, but, he knew he cared. Morality, however — had the right words, and showed that he really did care and did his best in helping. Virgil appreciated Morality's efforts a lot, thankful he had met someone with a kind heart like his. maybe the thought of meeting Morality wasn't so bad...

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: i

✘ ṃʏ ċһєṃıċѧʟ ԁıṡѧṡṭєя ✘: thank you, morality i really appreciate it, like a lot

        🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶 Is typing....

🐶 ᎵᏌᎵᎵIᏋᎦ 🐶: Call me Patton !

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🐧 a moodboard for a little boy that likes tuxedosam 🐧

if you would like a ts character age regression moodboard, let me know!

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family photo of the bird dads

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having to use your own art as reference cause you forgot how to draw

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Keep Me

The first time someone let Patton stay in their life, Patton hadn’t known what to do. Roman and he had just got done delivering last minute cupcakes to the orphanage where Roman read stories to the kids while Patton helped take care of them. Roman was gushing again, and the walk back to the campus they both lived at was warm and full of life from the spring flowers and the birds singing in the wind. And that’s when Roman said it. That phrase that Patton had been desperete to hear for years.

Patton felt his heart stop.

“What?”

Roman faltered a step, then he turned to Patton and rubbed the back of his head. “I said…. I want to keep you? Forever?”

Patton felt his jaw drop a little. His heart pounded. Someone wanted to keep him? As in, love him? Not throw him away?

In only moments his face felt tight from the grin that was growing there. Meanwhile, Roman was babbling. “Of course if that’s weird to say-I didn’t mean to make you upset-Patton I’m so sorry.”

Patton could barely hear him. Roman wanted to keep him. Wanted him to stay around. Didn’t just need him for emotion support before throwing him out.

He. Actually liked Patton.

A blink of an eye, eyelashes kissing air and cheeks was all the time used for Patton to hug Roman tight. Then he looked up at the concerned but relieved turn of face Roman had. And started crying.

Hard.

Full tears fell down his face. Patton was the type of person who was open with his happy feelings, yes. But things like crying? That was usually a no go. But Roman said he wanted him. Didn’t intend on throwing him away. And Patton was just to relieved to care about anyone who could see him tearfully holding Roman like he was the last life preserver in a sea of oil and sludge.

Roman hugged him back. Patton couldn’t see his face anymore, but the arms wrapping him up felt so nice, and the slight increased heartbeat he heard was like a song to Patton. After he was done crying he stepped away from Roman and smiled big at him. “Thank you.”

Roman had picked him up after he almost fell from letting go. He walked him all the way back to his dorm room and made sure he drank water before sweeping himself into a bow, straightening back up when his big sweatshirt went up to his head, and gently kissed Patton’s head. “Call me if you need. I’ll be right here.”

The next time Patton was told the magically phrase, was when Logan was sleeping on his chest after a night of studying and accidently getting Logan just a little drunk.

“Pat. Patty. Patpat. Your so good.” He slurred, laying in Patton’s lap. His glasses and grin were crooked. “Your the best! If I could…” he trailed off, clumsily petting Patton’s head. “I’d keep you forever. Because your so wonderful.”

Patton froze for a second. Hearing those words again. “I’d keep you forever.” Somehow. Somehow the universe blessed him with not one fantastic person, but two wonderful people.

Patton may have not completely broke down, but he was crying. Something he didn’t notice till Logan wiped his eyes, a gentle, yes analyzing look on his face. Brows just a tad in, one riased. Mouth a little straight. Eyes narrowed as much as he could manage. “Patton. I want you to be happy.”

“Then keep your word. Keep me.” Patton said in a low voice. The whisper echoed the room like thunder. Logan stopped petting him to lay his hand above his head to sqeeuze Patton’s hand.

“I promise.”

The next morning when Patton was calm he woke up and felt dread in his stomach. Surely Logan would forget.

But when Logan kissed his head and whispered “I promised. Forever.” He knew.

It was not forgotten.

The last person to tell him the phrase happened to be Virgil. Although they hadn’t gotten to it quite as sweet.

Virgil head called Patton in a frenzy. Choked words of “Can’t breathe.” And “help me” sent Patton running. He found Virgil lying on the floor in a feral position, on the border of passing out from lack of air.

It took them an hour before Virgil could sit up again. He distantly told Patton about everything. He held his arm, and kept the four seven eight count to the beat he tapped.

“Thank you Patton. If you hadn’t listened to me. I don’t know what would have happened. Thank You.” Virgil layed his head on Patton shoulder. Patton wrapped his arm around his waist to pull him close.

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand why you think no one could love you.” Patton felt his own sadness leak into his voice. “Your amazing Virgil. ”

“Well, I don’t know how I could ever live without you at this point. It’s like I’ve been missing you my whole life. I just want to keep you in my heart forever. ” Patton’s body seemed to shake at the words. He would never grow accustomed to them. The tears fell down his face weren’t the hot and constant ones He had given Roman. Nor were they the surprised and melancholy ones Logan had felt on his face. No. These tears were slow and freeing.

Roman. Logan. Virgil. They all loved him. Wanted him. Wanted to keep him in their lives. They didn’t think he was disposable. They didn’t think he wouldn’t care.

He couldn’t focus again till Virgil blearily poked him and pointed out the window. “Pat. Look. It’s already sunrise.”

The colors burst into the sky. And Somehow, holding Virgil, feeling him at his side and Roman’s ghost hug and Logan’s head on his lap all at the same time with only the two of them there, Patton realised it was a beginning.

He was loved.

He loved his boys.

They were going to keep him.

And Patton? Was never letting them go.

((Sorry, random thing I wrote at 3 A.M. once again! Tag list:@queen-of-all-things-snuggly @the-incedible-sulk ))

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Reblog this if you want a random Sanders Sides Gif in your inbox. I will send one to every single person who reblogs this. For the sake of not putting anyone in danger I will not send any Deceit. 

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This is gonna be a long game…

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My sides: lOGAn LOGan LOGan LOGan  Me: what??? I thought ROman was our favorite sanders side?? My sides: lOGAn LOGan LOGan LOGan LOGan LOGan!!!

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Sanders Sides Au Idea

In almost every single Sanders Sides High School!AU I see, Roman is on a sports team and the other sides all fit into a different click. But what if they all played sports in high school?

I present my Sanders Sides High School Athlete!AU! These headcanons are more general than specific but if you guys like it I’ll go into it.

Roman: Quarterback on the football team. He got cut from the team every year in middle school, and worked nonstop every summer to become strong enough and fast enough to be on the team. His freshman year of high school was a major breakthrough; his coaches said he was one of the best players they’d seen and he was accepted on the team. His biggest supporters were his mother, who sadly passed away from breast cancer his sophomore year of high school, and his older brother Remy. He is now a junior and has been on the football team every year. He also participates in the school’s drama clubs and helped to make it less taboo for sports kids to love drama and the arts. He’s been close friends with a boy named Patton ever since he was a young and encouraged him to join the basketball team (he definitely doesn’t check him out in his uniform, no way), and they both always go to each other’s games unless they overlap.

Virgil: Saxophone in marching band and pitcher for the baseball team. He was the social outcast most of his life until he took up the saxophone around 8th grade, where he ended up making friends with all the other saxes, who were just as sarcastic and cynical as he was. One in particular, Logan, caught his eye (he had such a cute laugh and his eyes sparkled when he was happy and he was just so damn cute). The two remained close friends even after Logan quit band to join Academic Challenge, Science Bowl, And the golf team. Baseball became Virgil’s new area of interest when his father bought him a glove freshman year. He practiced day and night, and found he was no good at batting but had an incredible arm. He joined the team around sophomore year and became pitcher later that year for the team. He still continues to play in the marching band, but he’s happiest when he’s playing on the baseball field. He’s a senior in high school.

Patton: Member of the basketball team. He’s about 6ft 9in, So everyone says he was born to play the sport. He doesn’t exactly enjoy basketball, but he’s made friends with kids on the team and Roman, his best friend and (maybe-sort of-totally) crush comes to all his games and takes him to dinner after all the ones he wins. He used to get picked on about his height, and he was actually a terrible person in middle school, but that was to stop bullies and make people leave him alone. Now he’s a total sweetheart and bakes cookies for the basketball team and has them over at his house all the time. His parents, Patrick and Ryan, support their adoptive son in all of this because it’s made him really happy. He’s currently a junior, but he’s possibly going to be graduating early.

Logan: On both the golfing and bowling team. He used to be in marching band, which is where he met his closest friend Virgil, but he ended up quitting because he was being bullied harshly and was sadly sexually harassed/assaulted by other band members. He loves being on the golfing and bowling team because both sports are rather calming, and give him a break from his hectic life and his single mother, who he knows means well but doesn’t exactly succeed. He secretly attends all of Virgil’s baseball games. It always surprises him how good Virgil is at the sport (And damn does Virgil’s ass look good in those pants). He was supposed to be a junior but skipped a grade freshman year, so he’s a senior with Virgil.

Remy: Member of the Cheerleading Squad. Remy is literally the sassiest person ever. He joined the squad because he wanted to show his younger brother Roman that it was ok to enjoy things that people called “girly”. He ended up becoming cheer captain a year after he joined the squad, and the team has won cheer championships every year because of his incredible leadership skills. He buys Starbucks for his teammates before every game and match. He practically runs on caffeine. Even though he’s sassy and rude, everyone loves him because deep down he’s a total goofball and adores everyone (especially the cute diver named Emile and the hotheaded troublemaker Damien, but we’ll get into that later). He’s a senior in high school.

Emile: A diver on the Swim Team. He’s been swimming since he was a young kid, which made him extremely toned. Tons of girls have crushes on him but he’s gay and poly, so none of them really have a chance. His good friend Damien used to swim with him, but because of behavioral issues he was kicked off the team. The two still remain close. Emile is an excellent diver and has taken home trophies and awards on multiple occasions. His father wanted him to be a football player, but is satisfied with him being a swimmer. He also has a passion for psychology and plans to pursue that as a degree in college. He’s a senior in high school.

Damien: Founder and captain of the school’s hockey team. He’s known for playing dirty and cheating on several occasions. He was held back a year because he kept failing, so he’s a so called “super senior”. He was put into foster car when he was 11 because his parents were extremely abusive, which led to his behavior problems. He met Emile when they were in middle school and fell heads over heels for him, along with a quirky, nerdy kid named Remy who turned into the sassiest and most adorable person on the planet. Every time they’re at one of his games he picks a fight on the ice to impress them. He doesn’t care that it gets him in trouble; Remy always praises him and Emile fusses over him and treats his bruises and busted lips. He’s been trying to get better at schooling and hockey has given him an outlet, but he almost completely gave up on himself until emile and Remy helped him study so he would pass this year.

There you go! Should I create a side blog for this au and elaborate on it?

[queerauds-blog]

Logan: alright. we aren’t going to tell many of the date, maybe when the time is right-

Virgil: or never.

Logan: besides, i’m sure his fans will understand if he did tell them about this on a later date-

Roman: you’re kidding! we have to tell everyone!

Logan: ...

Patton: hE aGREED TO HANG OUT AND PLAY TRIVIA WITH HIM !!!

ello, what do you think the sides were thinking during the date?

Roman was trying to go as fast as possible and romance the guy while Virgil and Logan held him back and Patton was being a blushing mess in the corner.