#disabled patton

[beepmeowiskarkat]

Hey does anyone have any analogical fic recs where Virgil is autistic with severe sensory processing issues, suffers from OCD and / or has mobility issues? Ive seen a lot of disabled logan analogical fics but I feel like absolute shit and I need to see myself repped by my fav.

[transfemlogan]

Patton Sanders says its always morally acceptable 2 hit ableists w/ ur cane or crutches

Logan Sanders says its always logical 2 run over ableists w/ ur wheelchair or walker

Roman & Remus Sanders say 2 get CREATIVE & think of FUN WAYS u can SHOVE ur mobility aid UP ableists ASSES!

Janus Sanders says its always ok 2 lie 2 ableists. He also reminds you to push every ableist down the stairs.

Virgil Sanders says its okay if you cant stand up for yourself, because you are anxious or worried. Stay safe.

[lily-janus]

Someone Like You - Chapter 4

Chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | next

Summary: the inevitable clush between the two ex-friends.

Pairings: roceit

Warnings: disability, public humiliation, painful history, angst. I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything.

Word count: 1,183

It's that time of the week again folks! And this time I bring you the first chapter that was written by me only! Hope you all enjoy^^ @prince-rowan-of-the-forest

"That's a terrible idea." Janus deadpanned as Roman finished telling him his next idea for their project.

It was a few days after he… after they toured the potential places of filming their little film.

"What? Why? We can't film it with just the both of us! We need a crew!" Roman protested.

"A different crew, then." Janus said stubbornly.

"Oh c'mon, what's wrong with my friends?" Roman folded his arms over his chest, waiting for Janus' answer.

"I… They don't know anything about film-making." Janus tried to come up with an excuse. Roman might treat him nicely for some unknown reason Janus is still trying to figure out, but that doesn't say anything about the rest of his friends. And.. of course there's um… There's Virgil.

So, obviously Janus can't work with them, he does not have the energy to deal with what that entailed.

"Yes they do! I promise, plus they're really nice and great people… Well, Logan can be a bit stiff but he does have a good heart." Roman continued insisting.

"Just… no, okay?" For fuck's sake that sounded so pathetic, what's wrong with him? Well… besides the obvious.

There was a beat of silence in which Janus could feel Roman's gaze studying him.

"What's your problem with my friends? You don't even know them. I promise they won't judge if that's what you're worried about." Roman said again, though much softer this time.

"I just… I prefer to avoid meeting new people." He settled on, eventually. Which was half truth, true, he hated meeting new people. But, unfortunately, Virgil is far from 'new people'.

"Ohhh I see." Roman said, and Janus let out a sigh of relief. "I'll help you then!" Roman said immediately after, dragging Janus away from the lockers before he processed what was happening.

"What? No! Roman! Let go of me!" He almost dropped his cane from the surprise-dragging, left leg aching as he struggled to keep up and free himself from Roman's grip.

Someone must have walked towards them in Janus' blindspot and bumped straight into him, making him lose his balance and fall painfully on his behind. He heard some faint chuckles and his cheeks burned in embarrassment.

He lost his cane during the fall and attempted to crawl towards it when he saw a hand in front of his face.

"Janus! Oh gosh I'm so sorry… Are you okay? Can I help y-" Roman said distressingly above him.

"I think…" Janus cut him off, "you've helped enough" he hissed at him, finally reaching his cane and using it to help him get back on his feet without Roman's help.

Roman looked down in shame, "right… sorry, I just thought you'll see him coming your way and-" he tried to explain himself but Janus was already walking away, trying to ignore the laughter that followed him.

"O-okay… see you after school for our project okay?!" He shouted over the rackous in the hallway but Janus didn't grace him with a response.

…

Despite not answering Roman about whether or not they'll be meeting after school, he still found him waiting for him outside of his last class. He would have loved to ignore him and go home but they still had a project to finish and he did not feel like failing this class.

Roman bit his lip, "listen, about earlier-"

"Just forget about it, what are we doing today?" Janus cut off his less-than-genuine-apology.

Roman sighed, seeming to have expected this reaction, "...if that's what you want… I thought we could work on our costumes today but…" he hesitated.

"But what?"

"Well, as much as I hate to admit it, Virgil is way better than me when it comes to sewing… but I know you two have a history so… I guess we'll do our best with my skills." He laughed awkwardly.

Janus huffed, "how bad can it be?"

"Um… sewing-my-hand-into-the-fabric kind of bad?"

Janus swore under his breath, heart aching in his chest as he realized there's not going to be any way around it. Life just keeps being oh so kind to him. "Fine… whatever, let's go to Virgil's and get this over with."

Roman smiled in relief, "oh good, I'm sure this won't be awkward at all!" Janus would have said that sentence with a lot more sarcasm but Roman seems to really mean it, ignorance is bliss I guess.

…

"Oh, Roman, what's up man?" Virgil said in surprise when he opened the door, "...and Janus… long time no see?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he noticed his ex-friend at the doorway as well.

"I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here, trust me." Was all Janus said as he walked inside after Roman.

"...good to see you too." Virgil sighed, closing the door behind them. "Roman, what did we say about springing upon me human interaction without warning? Texting is not very complicated, you know." He said tiredly, leading them to his room.

"Sorry, Virge, it was kind of last minute and I forgot to notify you, we won't be long though, just need your help with our English project." Roman apologized, Janus staying silent beside him, trying his best to sink into the floor but not really succeeding.

"Oh, the Macbeth one? What do you need me for?" Virgil asked, walking to sit on his bed.

Janus tried readlly really hard to ignore the pinch of nostalgia this place brought, Virgil's room especially… he does not cherish those memories at all… in case you were wondering. He knows now it was all fake, Virgil was just his friend as long as he was his only option, once he got more, he was more than happy to ditch him for those…. Not that Janus cared, alone suited him just fine.

"...what do you think, Janus?"

He was suddenly aware of everyone's eyes on him and he realized he spaced out without noticing. "Um… it's great!" He hoped that fit with the question Roman asked him.

Roman and Virgil exchanged looks, "ah… we asked if it was okay if I measured you guys before I start working on Roman's designs? Are you okay?" Virgil said, frowning at him.

Janus huffed in annoyance, "like you care… and yes, fine, whatever, just make it quick."

Virgil rolled his eyes, "of course, wouldn't want to make you suffer in my company for more than necessary."

"Aw c'mon, Virge, he didn't mean that-"

"Yes, that'll be appreciated, thank you." Janus agreed.

"Janus!" Roman protested.

"I don't know what's your issue with me, I never ditched anyone to hang with the more popular kids the first chance I got. Virgil on the other hand…" Janus spat, watching Virgil's gaze turn downward.

"That's not what happened, and you know it." He said quietly.

Janus gripped his cane and turned to face the door, "keep telling yourself that." He opened the door and made to leave.

"Wait! What about-"

"I'll measure myself at home and send it to you, goodbye." And he walked away without another word.

[dailycrippledcharacters]

Patton Plame (NCIS: New Orleans)

[Image Description: Patton, a black man with very short black hair and dark eyes, sits in a wheelchair. He is wearing a blue plaid button down shirt with a matching tie and a black vest. He is focused on something offscreen with a serious expression on his face. There is a tablet in front of him. End ID.]

Patton is paralyzed and uses a wheelchair.

✨️Patton is played by a disabled actor!✨️

[jitteryjive]

i need to draw or make wonderful things for disabled pride month with the respective counterpart duos.. i have specific things in mind with each part of the duo helping the other because they’re all disabled in different ways

[prodigal-explorer]

most sanders sides aus: high school, prinxiety/logicality/demus, roman is a popular jock and virgil is a sad artsy kid who was adopted by patton and logan, bonus if his biological parents were abusive and are trying to get him back.

my favorite sanders sides au i’ve made: logan is a six year old child genius who manipulates his shy and slightly pushover-y social worker virgil into adopting him and his intellectually disabled and wildly funny older brother roman. logan has raised roman all his life and so he is a very parentified six year old while roman is a very infantilized ten year old, but due to his low iq and unique presentation, people regularly underestimate roman and his abilities. also janus is a sweet kid who’s around roman’s age who desperately follows roman around because romans the only kid in the group home they live in who’s nice to him. also remus is logan’s unhinged first grade teacher. also patton is a creepy mf who is very kind to logan and offers him comfort and protection in a world that expected him to grow up too fast but he also falls in love with logan which is a bit of an oopsie considering that patton is nineteen and logan is FOURTEEN at the time he and patton meet…but also roman and logan are thé best of brothers and the most iconic pair and they understand each other better than anyone and are always trying to protect each other and it’s super sweet and wholesome there’s just a lot of trauma too.

[pattonscribe]

Dust, Flesh, and Bones (7748 words) by Patton Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: John Booko | BdoubleO100 & ZombieCleo, John Booko | BdoubleO100 & EthosLab, EthosLab & ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: EthosLab (Video Blogging RPF), ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF), John Booko | BdoubleO100, TangoTek (Video Blogging RPF), Jimmy | Solidarity, impulseSV (Video Blogging RPF), Skizzleman (Video Blogging RPF), Charles | Grian, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Steffen Mössner | Docm77, Rendog (Video Blogging RPF), Joel | SmallishBeans Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Apocalypse, Mentioned Lizzie | LDShadowLady (Video Blogging RPF), She/Her and They/Them Pronouns for ZombieCleo (Video Blogging RPF), Disability, Minor Character - Grian, Deity Grian, Minor Character - Scar, Deity Scar, Minor Character - Zedaph, Deity Zedaph, implied amputation, Hopeful Ending, Inspired by the TTRPG Godsend, Everyone is human except for Cleo, who is a zombie, Jellie Mention, Tilly Mention, Mentioned Oliver Brotherhood | Mumbo Jumbo, Mentioned Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Mentioned Welsknight (Video Blogging RPF), Relationships between the main three are mostly platonic, but you can also treat them as romantic if you'd like, I tried to make it somewhat ambiguous, Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death Summary:

Stale blood caked Cleo's armor as she dragged herself through paradise. Gods below that sucked, she thought, that really sucked. They ignored the colorful birds that swooped overhead, disregarding the cloudless sky and brilliant sun that cast down gentle rays upon her green skin. What was the point of indulging in something that didn't exist?

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Cleo is a Harbinger of Death tasked with ensuring the end of the world. Along the way, she encounters an Avatar of Trickery dealing with the consequences of his own actions (Etho) and an Apostle of Nature whose vanity rivals his gods (Bdubs).

Pressed for time, and with the Harbinger of Pestilence hot on their heels, the three must find a way to prevent the end of the world while confronting the sins of their past.

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CHAPTER 2 IS OUT! And man, this one was killer to edit, haha. Hopefully the end product is worthwhile and the effort I put into it shows :)

[skylarstar1000]

Pots and Pans

Summary: Virgil has POTS, some days it was easy to deal with and some days it was harder. Today looked like it would be harder.

Tags/warnings/ships: Chronic illness, invisible illness, POTS, LAMP, Virgil gets my pain

AO3 link if you would like to support there!!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55272889

(Now onto the main event!)

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The spoon theory was a simple way to explain to someone how Virgil’s chronic illness worked. He had found it very helpful in explaining his situation to Patton and Roman- who just didn’t understand at first.

Basically the gist was that you had twelve invisible spoons, and you used them throughout the day depending on what you did.

Some tasks took more spoons and others just took one.

Virgil usually pushed himself past the point of exhaustion, leaving him with negative spoons- but what did it matter. The spoons weren’t real to begin with.

Virgil had Dysautonomia, an autonomic disorder that affected his every day life.

More specifically he had POTS, Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, which elevated his heart rate beyond the normal range.

And with such severe anxiety he was just going through all the pain and suffering wasn’t he?

It was tough some days with having three boyfriends who were adventurous.

He always had trouble keeping up on the hikes Roman loved so much, especially in the summer. He couldn’t regulate his body temperature so being out in the heat for extended periods made him lightheaded.

Roman had taken that as a light warning- and well…the first time he took them on a mountain hike Virgil had passed out against a tree.

Patton liked to go to amusement parks- and as much as Virgil hated crowds he loved thrill rides.

For the first five minutes-

After waiting in lines in such intense heat and then going on a roller coaster? Virgil would get dizzy and miserable and have to sit the rest of the day out. Luckily Logan wasn’t much of a thrill rider so he stayed behind with the Emo.

Logan didn’t do too many things that made Virgil’s body want to quit. But he did like to take them to Planetariums and…well Virgil always had to leave in the middle and go sit against the wall for a good half hour.

It’s not that his boyfriends wanted him to feel awful- but it always frustrated Virgil when they just didn’t understand that he was literally disabled.

Even if it was invisible- it was still there and annoying.

Virgil groaned as he woke up, rolling over to check the time on their alarm clock. The blaring red light said 10:00am. Everyone was definitely at work already, that would explain why the bed was so cold and empty.

Logan worked as a professor at a local university teaching astronomy.

Roman was a professor at a different university for theater and even ran shows at the local community theater sometimes.

Patton was an elementary school teacher, who volunteered at the local shelter as often as he could.

Virgil was very much unemployed- and while everyone always said it didn’t matter, Virgil knew it did.

Living in a house of four wasn’t cheap- and hell they had a cat too! That was an extra mouth to feed!!!

Virgil ran a hand through his hair and sat up, wincing when his head started spinning.

Fuck- too fast-

Virgil groaned, falling back against the headboard. He didn’t need this bullshit today.

But it seemed like it was going to be a bad day. His body was exhausted and his head was spinning and he had only just woken up.

Wonderful.

He forced himself to stand a few minutes later, able to walk into the bathroom and get ready for the day.

Which took way too much energy- so Virgil decided to go downstairs to get something to eat.

The stairs were a small problem but he managed to get down without too much of an issue.

He trudged into the kitchen, making himself a bowl of cereal.

Cheerios to be exact-

Logan had restricted Patton and Roman from anything sugary for breakfast. And Virgil just didn’t care what he ate.

He just sighed and took the bowl and a cup of coffee over to the couch. He dug around for the remote and turned on the tv.

It was on the news so guess he was watching the news. He didn’t feel like changing the channel-

Virgil wasn’t sure how long he was sitting there, but eventually he got a call from Patton. His lover always called him while the kids were outside for recess.

“Hi Virgil!! How are you this wonderful beautiful day!!!” Virgil winced at the sickly sweet and happy voice. But Patton’s smile even over the phone was infectious.

“Uhhh I’m okay, just sitting on the couch.” Virgil muttered, realizing he had been doing nothing for almost an hour.

Fucking hell-

“How are you feeling today?” Patton asked, voice much softer than before.

That made Virgil sigh out, trying to find out how to lie around this.

“I mean I’m fine?” He must’ve hesitated a few seconds too long because Patton responded with.

“So it’s a bad day today?” He had that caring sound in his voice that just made Virgil weak to his knees.

“Yeah it’s a bad day…but I’m fine Pat- I really am. Just exhausted..and have a headache….and my head is spinning.”

He heard Patton hum in thought.

“Well there’s some Gatorade in the fridge if you need it…and I can come home really quick after school..”

Virgil wanted to scream. He hated being fussed over, he hated that they planned their lives around him.

He hated his fucking disability.

“Patton it’s really okay, I know you have parent teacher conferences tonight that you have to prepare for. And the other two have late classes. Don’t worry about me, honestly I’m fine.” He really hoped he was convincing Patton.

Convincing Patton and Roman that he was okay was the easiest.

Logan was harder.

He just always…knew.

“Okay..but please call us if you need anything. I have to go- I love you times a million billion!!!” Virgil could hear the smile through the phone again. And oh he couldn’t help but smile back.

“I love you too, take care and if you need me or anyone please let us know..” he trailed off into a sigh after a quick affirmation from Patton and the phone hanging up.

He couldn’t be there for them- he couldn’t drive. The roads made him nauseous and lightheaded- which is also why he would get severely car sick.

Virgil just groaned, throwing his phone across the couch and flopping back down to stare at the ceiling.

He didn’t remember falling asleep but he remembered when the lights turned on.

He was such a light sleeper- a pin drop could wake him up.

He shot up quickly, panic and anxiety flooding his body. Oh god had someone broken in?!

“Oh gosh-! Gods above you scared me Virge-!”

Oh he knew that voice- it was Roman.

His body didn’t catch up though, he had sat up too fast. His vision went blurry and then there was nothing…

He woke back up in someone’s lap.

There was a hand in his hair..it was calming..

“…I don’t know what to do Lo-…mhm mhm yes yes I did that yes he’s right- oh my stars he’s awake I’ll call you back later.”

Virgil blinked up, meeting Roman’s concerned eyes. He had such pretty eyes…green and a weird brown that looked almost red. His brother had the same eyes but in reverse.

“…fuck did I pass out?” Virgil groaned, rubbing his forehead and trying to sit up. Roman held him down by the shoulders, leaning down to give his forehead a kiss.

“Mhm…luckily you were just on the couch so you didn’t hit anything. I was just on the phone with Lo- he wanted to know how much you’ve drank today.”

Virgil bit his lip, averting his gaze. He thought back to his morning coffee with a sigh. “Uhhh…like one cup…and it wasn’t water.”

Roman let out a dramatic sigh, running his nails through Virgil’s hair again. He had nice long nails…they felt really good against his scalp.

“Love you need to be better with that..we care about you so much..I know I can speak for all of us when I say we don’t want to see you constantly passing out…” Roman was looking at him but Virgil couldn’t look back.

He couldn’t give him that satisfaction..they were always right about how he took care of himself. He didn’t- it was hard some times…most times actually.

There was a bit of silence, nothing but Roman combing through his hair for a few minutes.

Eventually they could both hear the garage door open.

“Logan’s homeeee~” Roman hummed out, helping Virgil to sit up slowly.

Virgil leaned over and kissed Roman’s cheek. “You mean the man who’s going to bury me alive?”

Roman snickered and bounced up, running over to the door when it opened. Virgil watched Roman and Logan share a kiss before Logan’s eyes landed on him.

Welp.

Virgil gave a half wave. “Hey- how was work?”

Logan set down his bag and walked over to the couch, kneeling down to Virgil. He absolutely hated sitting anywhere with his work clothes still on.

“Work was alright, the more important question right now is how are you?” Logan was staring at him deadpan and Virgil wanted to crumble right then and there.

“…I’m better than I was- I’m sitting up at least.” He laughed to himself like it was all just a joke.

Logan didn’t laugh.

Roman came over and sat down next to Virgil. “Hun we’re really really reallyyyyy concerned about you…”

Virgil started to laugh again, shaking his head. “Well don’t I’m fine-“

“Virgil you have been fainting a lot more recently.” Logan interrupted. “You haven’t been drinking as much water as you should be. And eating far too many salty snacks throughout the day. There’s an uneven balance going on in your body, making it harder for you to feel able to function correctly.”

Virgil was silent again, staring at the carpet instead of Logan’s drilling eyes.

“I don’t want you to worry about me..I’m fine..” Virgil muttered, digging his nails into his arm.

“Well that’s just impossible to do!” Roman exclaimed, shaking his head. “We all take care of each other when needed Virgil! It’s in the contract!”

Logan furrowed his eyebrows and looked at them both. “I don’t recall ever signing a contract?…”

Virgil couldn’t help but laugh a bit, waving his hand to dismiss Roman’s words. “No no no he’s joking there’s no contract.”

Roman laughed a bit, hugging onto Virgil.

“No there isn’t- but we do all care for you as much as you care for us.”

Logan nodded, grabbing onto Virgil’s hands and squeezing them gently. “Precisely, you are valued just as much as the rest of us are. We all care about your issues even if you find them minuscule.”

Virgil squeezed back, taking a deep breath. “I know…it’s just hard some days..” he said with a forced laugh, leaning against Roman.

He closed his eyes, smiling a bit when he heard the garage door open.

Roman gasped and jumped up, making Virgil fall against the cushions. “Ow hey-“

“Sorry but Patton has food and I’m hungry!!!!” He dashed over to the door.

Virgil glanced at Logan, sharing a small smile with him.

Logan squeezed his hand once more, leaning forward. “May I kiss you Virgil?”

Virgil was closing the gap before he could say anything more. Drowning out the other two’s happy chattering with this kiss.

Patton eventually came over, tackling Virgil into a tight hug. “Oh Virge Roman just told me what happened are you okay?!…”

Virgil took a deep breath, hugging onto his third boyfriend and squeezing him with all his might.

“Yeah Pat..I think I’m going to be alright…”

Logan got up from the floor. “Well I’m going to go get changed and then how about we all sit down together and eat dinner on the couch.” He proposed.

“Oh yes!!! I got Italian food!!” Patton grinned ear to ear, peppering kisses down Virgil’s neck.

Virgil let out a deep sigh of content. The rest of the night passing with no big surprise or complications.

They all ate dinner together on the couch in pajamas, went upstairs to cuddle and watch a movie.

And as Virgil laid there in the arms of his lovers he realized…

He was going to have to really start making an effort on himself.

Because he loved them all more than words and never ever wanted them to hurt because he was stupid.

He would ask Logan for tips this weekend.

Right now he needed to sleep.

He needed more spoons for tomorrow.

[kidsnextdoor-doodles]

Aside from Herbie's partial heterochromia, do you headcanon any other physical conditions, mutations or disabilities with the Moonbase Crew?

Aaaaa!! Okay so;

Canon stuff out of the way; Patton has a cleft chin, Herbie has a double chin, glasses, overbite, and braces, and Fanny has freckles (though I imagine her with a lot more than she has in canon jgnjf)

Rachel has a lot of moles on her body, three specifically on her face.

Rachel also starts getting major eye bags once she becomes supreme leader. Even after becoming a teen she has an awful sleep schedule so there’s no chance she’d be able to get rid of them as an adult.

Fanny starts developing lines around her eyes as a late teen, and has noticeable crows feet by the time she’s in her midlife.

I’ve given all four of them heterochromia because I love colouring heterochromia and I think it looks cool (It started with just Fanny, than I gave it to Rachel, then I said ‘fuck it’s and gave it to Patton and Herbie as well)! Both Patton and Herbie have partial heterochromia in one eye each. Patton has green eyes and the top half of his right eye is blue, and Herbie has purple eyes and the top half of his left eye is red (in a more realistic world, it would probably be blue and a reddish brown). Rachel has partial heterochromia in both her eyes, in which the top half of them are brown and the bottom half are a deep purple (again, more realisticly it would most likely be dark blue.) Fanny has complete heterochromia; her right eye is green and her left is orange (again again, would realistically be a light brown).

Herbie had disastrously crooked teeth, like painfully so, which is why he has braces now.

Patton has a fractured tooth, which happened during his cadet training. His parents have tried to convince him to get a fake tooth but he refuses.

Rachel has a tooth gap that started out small but got wider over time. She absolutely hated it when she was younger and beg her parents to take her to get it ‘fixed’ but they never did (mostly because her dad also has a tooth gap and he was offended she hated it so much). Eventually she ‘got over it’, but she still doesn’t like people giving attention to it.

Fanny has ‘fangs’, which are just her slightly sharper canines protruding irregularly (snaggle-tooth). Fanny doesn’t really care much about her appearance so she’s never thought about getting them fixed. The only time the idea crossed her mind was when her mother raised concerns about possible dental hygiene issues, but ultimately neither of her parents thought it was a big enough deal to get them fixed.

Rachel is a tad bit underweight, because she grew up with only one proper meal a day and now as supreme leader she has the habit of skipping meals entirely unless she’s eating with friends.

Patton went through some early puberty. The most noticeable side effect was his voice getting deeper and growing side burns.

Herbie’s body in general is just, a bit of a struggle for him. He has a poor immune system so he gets sick realky easily (which is why he avoids doing field missions and prefers working behind a screen). His growth has also been stunted because of said tendencies to be sick and a lack of a nutritional diet (single dad who does NOT know how to take care of a kid!! But he’s trying… not well but still trying).

Both Fanny and Patton get injured regularly, which will definitely cause problems for them in the future.

Patton starts suffering hearing loss in one ear during his late teens/early adulthood, and ends up with a hearing aid.

Rachel needs glasses. She didn’t wear them at all as a kid because her vision issues were not major enough for people to really notice, but she’d start wearing reading glasses as a teen because her eyes got worse. And then her eyes would get even worse so she’d wear glasses regularly as an adult, though she’d prefer wearing contact lenses.

Patton has asthma and thinks it’s SUPER embarrassing and tried to hide it when he joined the KND. Obviously he couldn’t keep it hidden for long, but in present times the only people who know are the rest of the mooncrew.

Fanny is allergic to penicillin (this has no reasoning it’s just pure projection LMAO)

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Over The Rainbow (3/4) - Virgil

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Notes:

Virgil makes an appearance!! Sorry this one took me so long - I genuinely just kept forgetting to post it like an idiot, lol. Hope you enjoy regardless <3 TW for ableism in this chapter.

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“Alright actors! Gather up here before we begin warmups today,” Their director called out as the last person arrived in the theatre, “Tech, head backstage - you’ll just be continuing what you were doing last week - actors, yes, I have role assignments for everyone!”

A cheer went through the small crowd of collage students assembled, Roman included. He’d tried pretty hard on his audition! Patton and Logan had both helped him perfect it and everything!

“I’ll leave the sheet here for you all to look at and scripts for you to collect. Once you’ve gotten your role and your script I’d like you to spend this session going through the script and marking your cues, thank you.”

Roman was one of the first people to get to the front and check for his name. When he found it he groaned. 

“I’m the lion ?” Roman sighed, “The cowardly lion ??”

“At least you're not the tin man, babe,” Remy said, mockingly patting Roman on the back with his coffee cup. Roman rolled his eyes and moved over to grab a script. Oh well, it was a little disappointing, maybe he was a little disheartened by his role in their production of The Wizard of Oz, but… it would have to do. 

Roman found a quiet spot near the wings on the stage and sat down, beginning to look through his script and mark out his lines with his red gel pen as instructed. It was about ten minutes into the task that Roman began to hear the strains of an argument from the wings. 

“We needed the orange fur, not the green,” Someone snapped.

“Well you should’ve sent someone else then,” Someone else snapped back immediately, “Considering I can’t see either of those colours.”

“Or maybe you’re just being difficult!” The first person said, voice getting just a little louder, “Since you say you can’t do literally every task I give you! It’s like you just don’t want to fucking help at all!”

“Dude it’s not my fault I have a lot of soulmates,” The second person tried to defend, “And you keep giving me colour related tasks! Not to mention I’m literally disabled - I can’t do certain things, dude.”

“What so it’s my fault then?” The first person snapped, “We wouldn’t have this problem if you could just do it right.”

Roman frowned, how rude, he thought, people can't help their soulmate colours or their disabilities!

“I- I’m not saying it’s your fault ,” The second person said, sounding uneasy, “I’m just saying it’s not mine either.”

“Oh no, totally not your fault that you’re incompetent and lazy,” The first said and Roman nearly growled. Who the fuck thought it was okay to talk to someone like that? He stood up, glancing at the director and upon finding that she wasn’t looking hurried off the stage to find whoever was having this argument.

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“Excuse me,” Roman said - it certainly wasn't hard to find them, considering the argument had evolved into whisper-yelling and finger pointing, a heap of green faux-fur piled between them. Both of them looked up at him and Roman almost immediately felt as though he’d been slapped across the face.

Violet eyes .

Man, Roman really hoped the one with purple eyes wasn’t the one who’d been being a dick. 

“Hey - uh, Roman, right? You’re an actor, did you need something?” Said the other person and Roman breathed a sigh of relief, thank god his soulmate wasn’t the asshole. 

“I heard arguing, I just wanted to see what was going on, is everything okay?” Roman asked, raising an eyebrow. Purple looked embarrassed as they leant on their cane, while the other bulked. 

“Nothing major , just Virgil failing to do what I ask again .”

“I couldn’t see the goddamn colour!” ‘Virgil’ yelled, kicking the fur on the ground and storming off, Roman sighed. 

He looked back up at the asshole, raising an eyebrow, “People can’t control what colours they can see, y’know.”

“He’s lying to get out of doing the work, no-one has yellow as a colour, nor orange,” The guy rolled his eyes, “You know how those people are.”

“Those people?” Roman repeated, frowning, “No, I don’t think I do, do you care to explain?”

“I mean, you know how lazy they can be?”

“Who?”

“ You know- come on man, don’t make me say it.” Asshole sighed. 

Roman raised an eyebrow, “I mean, maybe re-evalute your opinions if you can’t even say them out loud, maybe think about whether that's an okay mindset to have? And for the record, yeah, people can have orange as a soulmate colour.”

Without waiting for a response, Roman huffed and walked away after Virgil. Eventually Roman found them sitting in the costume closet, hunched over and tugging at their curly white hair. Roman took a deep breath and knocked on the open door before walking in.

“Hey, are you okay?” Roman asked, they looked up with a worried look in their eyes.

“I’m fine ,” They huffed, glaring at him before looking away, “I don’t need you to save me or whatever this is.”

Roman huffed in pure confusion for a second - what did that even mean? “I’m not- I wanted to make sure you were alright since you left and he was being a total dipshit? I also wanted to, y’know, say hi, since apparently we’re soulmates?”

“Yeah, I figured,” Virgil said, glaring at him. 

“Did you dye your hair yourself?” Roman asked, regardless of their clearly hostile attitude. Their hair was mostly white, but the ends were dyed a pastel purple.

“I- yeah,” Virgil said, raising an eyebrow at him, “Why?”

“Uh- I think it looks cool?” Roman tried, “I did mine too.”

“Nice,” Virgil huffed, “...thanks, by the way, he is a dick.”

“Yeah, I got that vibe,” Roman rolled his eyes, “I’m guessing that’s not the first time?”

“Nope,” Virgil said, popping the ‘p’.

Roman frowned, going over to sit down next to Virgil - far enough away that they weren’t touching, “Have you reported it?”

“Why bother when they’re not going to do anything about it?” Virgil asked, before huffing when Roman raised a confused eyebrow, “They never do. ”

“I’ll report it,” Roman said, “And I’ll make them do something about it, I can be quite stubborn, you know.”

Rolling their eyes, Virgil stood up again and went to leave before Roman jumped up to stop them, “Wait! We’re soulmates, right?”

“Well yeah,” Virgil glared at him.

“I’m guessing you don’t know any of the others?”

“No, I haven’t met anyone else, where is this going?” Virgil stuffed their hand in their pocket, “I need to get back to what I’m supposed to be doing before Toby has another tantrum.”

Roman sighed, “I know some of the others, Green and Blue, I wanted to give you my number so… maybe we can chat? No pressure or anything, just, I wondered.”

Groaning, Virgil pulled out his phone, fiddling with it for a few seconds before handing it to Roman, “There, put your number in, on the condition that you buy me coffee after theatre.”

“Can do!” Roman said, grinning as he typed his number into the box and handed the phone back, “I’m gonna go talk to the director now.”

“I’m not gonna be able to persuade you to leave it, am I?”

“Nope, unless you want my brother to come down here and probably murder him,” Roman shrugged, Virgil looked alarmed for a second, before sighing and shaking their head. 

—

“You found Purple?” Patton gasped, leaning into Logan’s side as he worked on some project. The three of them were sitting on Logan’s double bed, because he was lucky enough to have a private dorm room, “Why’d you not introduce us?”

“They seem really shy,” Roman sighed, “And super standoffish, I don’t want to overwhelm them.”

“That is very considerate,” Logan told him, “And surprising, considering how excited you and Patton seem to get about almost everything.”

Roman rolled his eyes, “ Yeah I’m excited! That’s why I came here to gush about them instead of dragging them over to meet both of you at once and possibly put them off of all of us forever!”

Shrugging, Logan turned back to his work, “Fair enough.”

“Oh oh! Tell me about them!” Patton gasped, flopping onto their front so that they could look up at Roman with wide eyes, cupping their chin in their hands as they waited. Roman chuckled.

“Well… they’re tall, with hair and skin as white as snow! Their hair falls in waves and fades into a lovely lilac at the ends!” Roman said - trying to put as much poetic emphasis on the words as he could - gestures included - before giggling, “Apparently they dyed it themself - um, they like sweet coffee - they ordered a caramel macchiato with extra cream after theater, they dress mostly in black, their style seems very interesting - an even mix of emo and scene…”

Roman kept talking, repeating just about everything he had learned about their fourth soulmate from the conversation they’d had over coffee after theatre. By the time he was done, Patton seemed entirely enamoured.

“What’s purple like?” Patton asked once Roman had finished talking.

“Roman just told us all about them, were you not listening?” Logan frowned, tilting his head. 

“No no! I mean, purple, the actual colour!” Patton corrected, “What’s the colour look like?”

“Oh, well it’s kinda like, blue, but if you put pink in it.” Roman shrugged, “So kinda a warmer blue.”

“Cool!” Patton grinned, before sighing dreamily, “I can’t wait to see it, and them, oh Roman when can we meet them?”

“I was actually thinking…” Roman said, frowning at his phone, “I’ll ask them too, but I was wondering if maybe it would be better to add them to our groupchat first before we all met? So they get a chance to get used to you guys?”

Patton gasped, eyes brightening, “That’s a wonderful idea!”

—

It was two weeks of near constant texting and the occasional phone call before Virgil finally told them they were comfortable meeting everyone in person. Patton had been overjoyed, barely able to sit still as Roman told them both that they’d be meeting Virgil at a cafe after the rehearsal that day. 

Logan had smiled - properly - and told them he was looking forward to it, Patton had practically pulled the both of them into a hug and squeezed them tightly until Roman could barely breathe.

—

Later on, Roman managed to persuade Virgil to come with him to meet their other soulmates, and the plan was in motion. 

“So… um… what should I expect?” Virgil asked as they walked beside Roman, one hand stuffed in their jacket pocket and the other gripping tightly to their cane. 

“Well - Patton will probably want to hug you,” Roman chuckled, “Which you can definitely say no to - they’ll ask.”

Virgil seemed to relax minutely as Roman said that, he sighed.

“You can leave at any point,” Roman reassured, “You don’t have to stick around if you’re overwhelmed.”

Rolling his eyes, Virgil pushed their tinted glasses up their nose, “Yeah yeah, you’ve only told me two hundred times, I’ll be fine.”

“Cool, cool, right,” Roman chuckles, “Sorry.”

“You seem nervous , Princey,” Virgil smirked at him, Roman scoffed.

“Nervous? Me? Never! I don’t know such a thing!” he protested, Virgil laughed.

“Yeah yeah, you’re very brave, it’s okay,” Virgil patted him on his arm as they walked into the cafe, Roman rolled his eyes even as he held the door open. Virgil laughed, walking in before stopping in his tracks as his breath hitched and his eyes widened. 

“Woah,” Virgil whispered, “so much colour - this cafe is blue ?”

Roman chuckled, “Mhm!”

“Hey!” Patton called, waving widely from across the cafe, “Come on! Come sit! Hi!”

“Come on,” Roman said to Virgil, leading the way through the crowd over to the table in the back where Patton and Logan already sat with both Roman and Virgil’s coffee orders already on the table along with their own. Patton was so far out of their seat with excitement that they were almost standing whilst Logan was quietly telling them to calm down.

“Hello,” Virgil said as he sat down in the nearest chair, placing their cane to lean on the table, “Um, nice to properly meet you guys?”

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YES! Ramble about it!!

- Vee 💜

@vee0valentine

Okay, okay, here's some stuffs :3

Pony Names

Remus = Silver Comedy

Roman = Golden Tragedy

Virgil = Storm Bringer

Logan = Erudite

Janus = Cobra

Patton = Berry Muffin

Cutiemarks

Remus has a Comedy Mask with a silver ribbon

Roman has a Tragedy Mask with a golden ribbon

Virgil has a dark stormcloud

Logan has a book with a moon and two stars around it

Janus' cutiemark is TBD right now

Patton has a muffin with hearts on it

What They Are

Remus, Logan, Roman = unicorns

Virgil = pegasus

Janus and Patton = earth ponies

Extra Notes

Remus got exiled from Ponyville when the twins were foals, so Roman has been secretly searching for his twin since then

Virgil was abandoned as a kid and grew up in the Everfree Forest (never learned how to fly)

Both Virgil and Remus are disabled; Virgil with flightless wings & Remus with a broken horn

Dukexiety end up meeting in the forest, become friends bc they literally have no one else, and end up as romantic partners who take care of each other

Some quest shit happens, Janus and Patton and Logan find out Roman's been searching for his brother the whole time so they help him out on his next adventure to find Remus, they find Dukexiety, some emotional twin fighting, Windigos, and then eventually reconciliation & everyone becomes friends with varying dynamics

Roman has nightmares a lot, and his fave comfort ppl are Logan & Remus

Lots more, but I don't wanna make this too long :3

[womanofwords]

The Poisoned Prodigy (Characters)

As a preview of the characters from my story before I drop the first chapter onto you.

Vincent Song

Our narrator and teenage detective

Struggling with a lot of insecurity and confidence issues

Best friends with Patton Reynolds (met him while skateboarding)

Fun fact: Vincent was supposed to be a girl named Vanessa because the sonogram was read wrong. His older brother, James, delights in showing people the photos of him (Vincent) as a baby wearing a dress because there were no boy clothes for him during his early years. Vincent, naturally, finds this incredibly embarrassing.

Patton Reynolds

Vincent's best friend and victim of poisoning

Man of many talents (has 'inspirational' written all over him)

Disabled character (is an amputee and mostly uses a below-the-knee prosthetic leg)

Fun fact: Patton's birth name is not Patton. He had it legally changed when he was 10 with permission from his aunt and uncle. He does not like to talk about his previous name.

Ernest DuBois

Patton's enemy and academic rival

"They say there is a line between genius and crazy. Ernest DuBois uses this line as a skipping rope for fun."

Just before being taken away by EMTs, Patton accused Ernest of having poisoned him because of an argument that took place between then days before the award ceremony

Fun fact: Ernest Dubois's family comes from money as a result of his great-grandfather having tripped, fallen, and landed on an oil geyser. Literally.

Sally Kinley

Friend of Patton Reynolds from school (and possible crush)

Suspect in Patton's poisoning

Helps Vincent investigate Patton's poisoning

Patton's aunt and uncle

Patton's legal guardians

Saved his life (Rescued Patton from foster care and nursed him to health after being diagnosed with cancer)

Noticed that Patton was gifted and took him to be tested, which was when he ended up going to Sandalwood Institute

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mushroom rings & faery things chapter 1: loyalty

A03 link

note:

thanks to ChaosIsMyName on A03 for reading this over!! theyre the fucking best and yall should read their shit.

also uhh. felt fair to warn that i do NOT pull any punches on my body horror. its brief and skippable but i do get pretty intense when i do go with it soo, yeah. as well this is probably one of the darkest and messiest chapters in this whole fic, and the full promise of older brother remus wont come in till later [like chapter 3] so yeah 3 it will happen eventually but right now everyones too messy to be sweet. you can see the seeds of it start to grow tho!!

tags:

Disabled Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders-centric, Sympathetic Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Fae, Body Horror, (for like 1 or 2 paragraphs but yknow), Fae Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Light Sides As Family (Sanders Sides), Found Family, Things look Worse Than They are, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, implied/referenced suicidal ideation, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders Angst, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders has a Cane, Remus Typical Gore Discussion, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Discussions of Death/Grief, no one dies tho,

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I’m so sorry,

I know you don’t want me to do this, but I know I need too. I can’t go another day not sure if Roman will live or die, and I doubt you guys can either. No matter what you say, I’m indebted to you. It’s time I pay that back. Go to the edge of the woods, my gift will wait there.

With endless loyalty, Virgil.

Virgil pocketed the note in silence. It was the last of many ugly, emotional, gut-wrenching drafts and the only one he could imagine having them read. The only one he had managed to write without crying. With it completed, he had nothing left to do here.

He took one last look at his room from the bed. It didn’t look familiar; he had cleaned up most of his things so they wouldn’t have too while grieving. Still, there were some marks of himself that he couldn’t hide under the bed. 

A scuff in the tile from his boots, old purple sheets torn where he pulled on them too hard, a single blind tied to the rest with green string where he broke it. Family carved into a bed post. Despite his best efforts, there was proof he had lived.

With that bittersweet thought, he pulled himself up off the bed and steadied himself with his cane. He smiled just barely, slowly making his way down the stairs and around the hall. As soon as he was off the stairs, his eyes locked on the front door, but he silently shook his head.

There was one stop before he had to leave.

It took care to ease the bedroom door open silently, but as soon as he did he was at Roman’s bedside. He couldn’t help the way his stomach twisted with guilt at the sight - white bandages wrapping around his stomach where a red sash should be. The only red left was that pouring out of his guts, now.

Between bouts of crying and frantically checking his bandages, Logan had called it a godly miracle he survived. That was, of course, right before Patton physically dragged him to bed for his own sake, but it still held some weight. Their luck couldn’t last them forever, though. 

His eyes darted down to his cane when the thought hit him. The cane was a gift from Roman, one he had carved for hours on hours with painstaking care after Virgil started to complain of his pain. The one with from your family carved under the handle in gentle letters. Virgil had to hold back tears of joy when he first used it.

It was the last gift Roman was able to give him, a gift to make sure he wasn’t in pain. Even with the cane, he couldn't help Patton forage, or Logan shop, or Roman hunt. The thought sent a strange spiraling guilt through Virgil, but it didn’t matter.

It didn’t, because he knew he could fix it anyway. No matter how high the price may be.

He slipped the note out of his pocket. It was so small in his hand, but it must’ve weighed ten thousand pounds with how hard it was to hold. He tucked it in between Roman’s fingers with painstaking care. It was the only spot he could think to leave it.

Sparing one last glance to Roman’s limp form, he turned his back on the bed. The satchel felt practically weightless when he pulled it over his shoulder - if you could even call it that. It was tiny, only enough to fill a small cup of milk and a tiny jar of honey. That was all he needed.

Right as he went to stand up, a sharp whimper sounded from behind him. He glanced back to Roman, twisting and turning fitfully in his bed between little cries. Right, nightmares. They had only gotten worse since his accident, Logan had mentioned.

He hesitated before turning around, but he knew he didn’t have the guts to leave him like that. He was loyal to him. His hands were practically shaking as he nervously brushed the hair out of Roman’s face and shushed him, “shh, it’s ok.. there you go, there you go bud. You ain’t got anything to fear, Ro.”

Slowly, Roman stopped his twisting and turning, quieting down. Still, there was the slightest furrow to his brow and Virgil couldn’t help the fond way he sighed. He leaned down over him, brushing a finger over his brow as he kissed his forehead.

As soon as he drew back up, there was a hand softly grasping at his wrist, and it took all his willpower to pull out of the grip. “I know,” he said as he fit the sheets back over Roman, “I don’t want me to leave either.”

It wasn’t hard to open the house door silently and it wasn’t hard to pace down the stone path without his boots or cane making a noise. No, that wasn’t hard, he had practiced. It was hard to not look back. It was so hard, to swallow his guilt and grief and not look at those unlit windows. 

He kept walking anyway.

Their house was near the edge of the woods, so he knew it wasn’t going to be a very long walk. Still, his entire body ached and he stumbled down the path as it turned from stone to gravel, then to dirt, then to overgrown grass. Brambles thickened on either side of the trail.

Finally, he reached the edge of the woods, and it was just as great and imposing as he remembered. Dark, thick leaves hung overhead and any trace of moonlight would be gone as soon as he passed under those trees. He knew he wouldn’t need the light, the path painstakingly memorized but the darkness felt endless nonetheless. 

With one deep breath he pushed between the leaves and made his way onto a deer path carved in the grass. There was just the barest shine from moonlight that managed to worm its way between leaves, and he thanked the heavens for that.

Every passing step through, though, had the moon’s light fading until pure black clawed at the edges of his vision and he could barely see his own boots. The old growth of the forest thickened around him as he went on.

He kicked through undergrowth and slapped at brambles with the edge of his cane. Thick brambles and thorns caught on the edges of his pants, as if the forest itself was pleading with him to head back, but he simply kicked through and continued. No matter what anyone said, he had a duty.

The walk was an hour at most, but it felt like ages. Every step he took he wanted nothing more to turn around and bolt home, but he was not a coward. He was loyal to a default; he would not give up when he was needed. Even if he couldn’t think to call himself a good person, he payed his debts.

Even with the misery, he had a slight bit of company. The sounds of nature churred around him; a breaking stick and then the delighted chirp of grasshoppers, a shrill whistle cry of a bird and then a distant splash from a pond out of his view. The closer he got to his destination, the louder and more frequent the noises became; an accompanying orchestra. He didn��t know if it was a hopeful heroic swell or a tragic one.

Finally, the woods started to clear around him; giving up on fighting him. Slowly, at first, brambles let up and the barest glint of moonlight shone through the trees, and then all at once as the last bit of undergrowth caught on his boots and he stumbled into the clearing.

It was uncomfortably beautiful. The full moon was bright, shining and hearty (he was sure it had been a half-moon when he had entered, but he didn’t think that mattered where he was.) The stars glittered above head along with it and it felt like they were winking down at him for some inside joke he was now in on.

The main thing that caught his eye, however, was the ring of mushrooms. They were stark, bright red and it briefly reminded his of Roman’s garish sash - then it reminded him of his blood, and his heart sank. It was fine, he told himself, he was making it up now.

He took a few paces ahead and then dropped to his knees right in front of the faery ring, carefully and slowly removing the pack from his shoulder and unloading the contents. Milk, honey, and a bowl. Perfect.

A strange sense of calm came over him as he placed the bowl in the farthest point of the ring. It was a painful, aching calm; like he was planning his own funeral. A singular mourner holding vigil for his own life, a living corpse. It was grim, but more than fitting.

The milk and honey smelled disgustingly sweet as he poured them both into the bowl, even if his hands were shaking. The moon and the stars glowed overhead like lanterns - no, eyes, eyes burning into the back of his skull. They waited to see what he would do next; lions waiting to pounce on him.

As soon as the contents were poured out, he lifted himself up with cane and took a step into the circle. His body rocked with invisible force until he dropped and was kneeling, hands desperately wrapped around the still up-right cane like in prayer. It wasn’t really that funny to him, but he didn’t try to move.

Instead, he bowed his head, terror suddenly pounding through his ribs and lungs like a horribly off tune song. Grief ran through jaw and throat, wrapping around it like a snake and making it hard to breath. Grief for himself and grief for growing old with them. Even if he knew he needed to do this, he missed home.

Still, through the aching pain, a deep, indescribable burning set ablaze in his finger tips and deep in his chest, and every spot where Roman’s nimble fingers would cart through his hair when he needed it. He thought that warmth might be called loyalty.

“I have an offering,” his voice was more hoarse than he had expected, but it was good enough. For a brief, but completely nauseating moment, nothing happened. The stars continued to blink above and moonlight danced in his vision.

Then blood welled through the grass, and the earth became an open wound. Dirt pushed itself apart and away, grass seeming to sway to avoid what was crawling out of the earth. Blood and sap, wood and flesh arose all at once in a spiraling tower of something, something that should not exist. Skin knit over pulsating, ugly flesh and a pair of eyes stared at him for something that was supposed to be a face.

Finally, something human like was formed. Human-like, because those few seconds taught Virgil that whatever fae were, they were not human. It stared down at him, a strange blank curiosity on its features. 

As he stared back at it, something suddenly clicked in his brain and he was sure he was going to be sick. He wanted to be wrong, but the only question left was a simple one. Why the hell was Roman here?

No; it wasn’t exactly Roman, but at the same time.. it could only be him. It was a strange, gross sight. The same dorky smile that showed just one too many teeth, but the teeth were as sharp as blades. The same striking green eyes, but an odd cold rested behind them.

The figure - person - fae, fae, had scars littering up and down his skin and ungodly green eyes and a wide smile. Passion and adventure and want burned behind his eyes but it was wrong, scarily feral, scarily.. animal. 

At a closer look, he was far too old as well. A decade older than Roman, at least. Age weighed on his face in the form of crows feet and a thick mustache, the same color as his hair. It was as dark as Romans, to be sure, but colder - without the red tinting it warm.

Was this.. some fucked up joke? Was this a near death hallucination? Or maybe, maybe this was the first form of torture planned for him, a reminder of why he was here. Either way, the sight made it hard to breath.

The fae spoke first, “I’m Remus, your local fae prince.” With the word Remus sickness and the cold scent of pinewood rushed through Virgil so hard he leered. The prince of the fae, the actual fucking fae, just gave him his name. Freely, just as that.

Virgil realized what it was a second later - a show of power. A quiet, but impactful way to remind Virgil that no matter what information he had, no matter how hard he fought, he was powerless here. It made his heart sink.

“Thank you,” Virgil whispered and in the same breath he cringed from his own words. Right, no thanking them. How had he forgotten? “I’m here to offer myself to you, on one condition.” It felt incomprehensibly stupid to speak of conditions when he was on his knees.

“I love conditions!” The too-shrill voice practically squawked out, leaning one elbow on Virgil’s cane nonchalantly. “What do you want, little stormcloud?” He grinned down at Virgil, clearly awaiting his response with delight.

“.. I have a friend,” Virgil carefully avoided his name, “he is gravely injured and, though stable, will not survive winter like this. I have another friend - he is trying to make a remedy. Theres one last ingredient he needs, a flower - oleander.”

Remus gave him a look, a single eyebrow raised at him. “Stormy - can I call you stormy? - Cool, thanks. Oleanders a poison, at least to you little.. flesh beasts. I don’t think your thinking of the right flower. It’d be cool to poison him and all, but y'know - doublechecking.”

Virgil thought over the words for a second, because he knew it couldn’t be a lie - even though that was exactly what his knee-jerk reaction wanted to say. After a second, he forced, “no offense, but I trust his medical knowledge more than yours.”

“Well, if you insist,” Remus shrugged then grinned, “still, that’s all you ask for your life!? Most ask for more than that. Money, power, fame, love - and lust~, of course,” the creature wiggled his eyebrows and Virgil bit back the urge to gag. “You can ask for more, you know. A lifes worth more than a flower.”

Virgil looked up, mildly stunned by what he heard. Was Remus.. trying to help him? The thought sent a feeling of vertigo through him, but he hesitantly spoke, hand picking each word that slipped out of his mouth, “there won’t be any extra.. stipulations because of this, will there?”

“Nah! I’m just bored, you see, and I love doing those little tasks for you mortals. They always go through the same cycles. First their filled with delight and shock at their new gifts, then grief and disgust as they ask why their daughter, or lover, or brother has went.” Remus turned his head back and practically cackled through out.

“.. Alright,” Virgil knew the fae couldn’t lie, and he couldn’t find much of a loophole in the words, no matter how.. depressing. “Some money to be comfortable for the following years, good fertile land to plant on, and a hunters blessing. For my family, please.” Virgil stared down for a reason he himself didn’t quiet understand.

Remus looked down at him with a strange expression. It took Virgil a moment to process it as curiosity, but before he could comprehend that, the fae spoke. “Man, you’re weirdly humble. Don’t even want any good shit! Or just, well, shit. Do you know how many farmers have asked for good manure?” He turned his head back and laughed, before looking back down, “well, they don’t usually offer their life for it.”

Virgil turned his gaze to the side. The words weirdly burnt at his chest. It was the reminder, he realized. He wanted to go home so fucking bad. The rough dirt made his knees ache and his hands blistered against the wood he held so tight and he wanted nothing more than to step out of the mushrooms, come home, and hug his family so close he didn’t have words for it.

“Will you stop mocking me?” Virgil hissed through his teeth, fear burning in his heart at every word that slipped out of his mouth without his permission, “I just want to get sacrificied in fucking peace before I spend the rest of eternity dancing as my skin burns off and muscles rot away, and- and-” suddenly, it was hard to breath. His lungs felt tiny and air was too large to choke down.

The fae thing gave him a strange look from where he hovered over Virgil, watching him have a panic attack like he was a mildly interesting rock. After a weird long moment of that, he spoke with delight, “wow are you killing yourself by self-suffocation!? That’s so cool!” 

That startled a laugh out of Virgil’s chest, then a few awkward coughs as his body readjusted to breathing again. He stared up at Remus awkwardly. “Nobody’s had a panic attack while sacrificing themselves to you before me?” He choked out.

Remus propped his hands up on his hips. “Not until you, stormy! You’re the first,” he said without a single sense of the weight of the words. For a fae, creature known for their odd but strict manners, he was wildly impolite.

Virgil couldn’t help but cringe with it, then awkwardly bark out a few laughs. “I can’t even kill myself right, can I?” He didn’t realize what he was saying until the words came out of his mouth, and then he closed said mouth tight.

The fae was giving him another one of those peculiar looks again before continuing to speak. “Man, is this meant to be your suicide? You’re like, really bad at that then because I have no plans to kill you!” The grin was strangely warm, now.

“Look, I- I’m gonna be basically dead by the end of this anyway. No old life to get back to,” he sighed quietly, before asking, like a slight plea, “can we get this over with, now? I don’t wanna spend longer here.”

The smile dripped off Remus’s face and Virgil felt oddly guilty. “Well, if you’re so impatient, then lets get this over with, stormcloud. You know what to do to stop it. Just give me your name.” The weight of the phrase was more than ever.

Suddenly, hearing the words - Virgil realized how badly he didn’t want to get it over with. Like a desperate idiot avoiding the death he handed himself, he stalled. “What, you don’t want this to end? You having fun chit-chatting here?” He said easy as you please, tilting his head to the side. The false confidence was familiar.

That startled a laugh out of Remus, who cackled so loud and shrill that Virgil could hear the birds flee. “Wow, seems like our little stormy has himself a sharp tongue. Wonder how long that will last you.”

“Long as it takes for you to get tired of me and cut it off,” Virgil hissed through his teeth, a sly grin on his face. It felt as natural as breathing, and just as fulfilling as it. Something that he knew from memory.

He realized the memory was of Roman.

Remus didn’t notice his realization of course and continued without a single hitch, “I wonder if it will be like a lizard tail, still wriggling and writhing after I cut it out of your wordy little mouth! I mean, I’m sure I can make that happen.”

Virgil faked a gag and turned his gaze up to Remus again, “you’re real disgusting y’know, for being a fae, a creature of manners and politeness, you’re real gross. How do you even get away with your wordy little mouth?” Virgil asked, half teasing and half genuine.

“Well, manners are oh so subjective,” Remus grinned, seemingly preening with delight at this fact, “and so, with just a little bit of squirming around through loopholes and the like - you really can get away with most things.” His satisfied grin seemed to light up the clearing.

Or maybe that was the sunrise, peaking over the horizon like an unwelcome guest. Remus turned his head back to stare at it. “Oops! Looks like your time is up, my dearest storm. No more stalling~.” He turned back to Virgil. “May I have your name?”

The words carried the weight of ten thousand stones.

Virgil knew what to do though, and he spoke his name, tearing it out of his throat and soul as the sun rose along with bile in his throat and as the moon fell along with his bloody heart. He whispered the first two words that would be in his obituary, “Virgilius Sentinel.”

A coldness wrapped around him, tight and binding. It was like a promise; a cruel, sickening promise, the type that edged on threat. His body shook, lungs wheezing through breaths that couldn’t make it all the way into him. 

Even though he could still see Remus above him, staring down at him with that cruel grin and hands on his hips, he could feel his hands on his face, holding him still. They were as cold as he imagined, but not as painful.

Despite the terror, breaths slowly became easier as his body became more used to the feeling, the control, the vulnerability of it all. He adjusted to it, the world spinning around him as he learned to breath with smaller lungs. Maybe, this wouldn’t be as painful as he worried.

Right as he adjusted, though, there was a sudden burning in his chest and around his lungs. It was the kindest fire and the sweetest pain, and his lungs were aching as if he had managed to breath too much. It felt familiar; it felt like being held by warm and gentle hands. The fire chased off the cold.

As suddenly as the flame overtook him, it drew back. The feeling of being held turned to the feeling of being dropped, and the cold leapt back in as soon as the warmth left him. He shook just a little with the nauseating feelings. No matter the attempt at a fight, it was too weak.

Still, it left a small thought: something else had its own claim on him, separate from Remus’s. He silently reeled from that, but before he could think too hard he heard that barking shrilling laugh again and the world fell from under his feet.

[tss-whumper]

my whump intro!

hey, gang!! i'm annie, you might know me from my main blog (@prodigal-explorer). this is my side blog, and it's a place for all things sanders sides whump! whump isn't a very big thing in this fandom, but i really love it and i think this fandom has so much whump potential.

to clear things up for anyone confused, whump is basically a genre of fanfic/headcanons/content where characters (they are called whumpees) are being hurt either by other characters (they are called whumpers) or by natural elements such as sickness and weather. sometimes, there are characters who help whumpees feel better, or protect them from whumpers (they are called caretakers). whump is sort of like hurt/comfort, but there's not always the guarantee of comfort. whether or not there's comfort is up to personal preference! when it comes to whump, pretty much any kind of pain/injury/hurt is on the table, so when engaging with it, it's important to read tags carefully, just for your own safety!

with this blog, the characters from sanders sides will be playing whumpees, whumpers, and caretakers in an assortment of ways! characters will not always be named. sometimes it will just be (side a) or (side b), or it will just be labeled as "whumper" or "whumpee" if i don't really have a sanders sides character in mind for the scenario.

more info about my page and what i will and won't write below! (warning: i don't censor any of my words, so proceed with caution if that bothers you. some of the content i mention is very sensitive.)

whump themes/ideas/characters/tropes i LOVE writing:

whumpee!roman

whumpee!logan

caretaker!janus

caretaker!remus

caretaker!virgil

whumper!patton

emotional/verbal abuse

physical abuse

familial abuse

religious trauma

pet whump

whumpee turned caretaker

caretaker turned whumpee

caretaker turned whumper

small whumper and large whumpee

medieval whump

canonverse whump

non-canonverse whump

ropes/chains

stress positions

inhumane punishments (especially when they have significant meanings in the story)

sunshine character who is secretly the whumper

whumpers who genuinely think they're doing the right thing

whumpees who are bad people

caretakers who don't know how to be a caretaker/bad caretaker

unreliable narrator

eating disorders

humiliation

age gaps (as long as they're painted in a bad light)

whumpees of marginalized communities (poc, lgbtq+ besides gay cis white men, disabled, fat, jewish, etc.) because there is NOT ENOUGH OF THAT IN THE WHUMP COMMUNITY. i get it's tricky territory and you have to be careful with it, but why are little white guys the only ones getting rescued and taken care of?

descriptive fics

multi-chapter fics

one-shots

drabbles

bullet fics

songfics

scriptfics

whump themes/ideas/characters/tropes i WILL write:

blood/gore

whumpee turned whumper

whumper turned whumpee

suicidal thoughts/ideation

sa/noncon

prostitution

boxboy (though i don't have much experience, so i will be learning as i go!)

whumpee!virgil

whumpee!janus

whumpee!remus

caretaker!roman

caretaker!logan

whumper!virgil

whumper!remus

whumper!janus

whumper!logan

lady whump (it's not my favorite but i'll do it)

delusions

sick whump

emento

wilderness whump

child whump

children whumping children

whump with remy/sleep, c!thomas, and emile picani (i'll write them as any role, whumpee/whumper/caretaker)

whumpee x caretaker (as long as it's not codependent)

toxic whumpee x whumper (where it's clear that the relationship is not a good one)

whumpee x whumpee

courtroom scenes

major character death

unhappy endings

happy endings

bittersweet endings

whump themes/ideas/characters/tropes i WILL NOT write:

whumpee!patton

caretaker!patton

whumper!roman

tiny whump (just not my thing)

fem side x masc side (especially when the whumpee is the fem side)

any whump involving thomas sanders (like the real person) or any of his friends.

anything relating to bodily waste

detailed descriptions of needles (it just freaks me out lol)

feel free to send in an ask requesting anything you want me to write or react to, as long as it's not in the "will not write" category. if you don't see what you want listed anywhere, just assume that i will write it! there isn't a lot that i don't do, but i will not negotiate with the boundaries i have, so please don't try to convince me!

[katelynn-a-fan]

Crackle of Your Voice Chapter 12

Masterlist

“What did you do to him?! Patton cried as he watched Roman whole body twitch. Then, an eerie stillness fell over the scene.

Roman back became straight as he silently picked up his sword from where he had dropped it earlier.

Wordlessly facing back towards Patton, Roman’s eyes burned cold into Patton. The holographic pieces of his faceplate sliding back to cover his features.

“Roman, snap out of it!” Patton shouted, desperation lining his voice. His eyes, a fierce mixture of determination and concern, bore into the robot’s flickering red eyes.

A single flicker of recognition crossed Roman’s faceplate as they shifted slightly, an anomaly amidst the programmed aggression. For a fleeting moment, the robot's movements hesitated, revealing a sliver of Roman still in there beneath his relentless programming.

“You’ve made a grave mistake, Patton,” The Leader’s voice echoed, disembodied and cold. “Exposing Roman’s true nature will cost it dearly.”

With a swift press of the red button, the remote emitted a sharp, pulsating signal. Roman’s eyes flickered violently, the brief spark of recognition extinguished. The robot’s limbs twitched erratically as the override command surged through its circuits.

Patton's heart sank as Roman’s once-human-like gestures devolved back into the mechanical precision of a mindless killing machine. The robot’s gaze locked onto Patton with renewed intensity, an unyielding focus that suggested no remnant of any of the time they’d spent together.

“Roman! Don’t-” Patton’s plea was cut short as Roman lunged at him with a renewed ferocity. The robot’s enhanced strength sent Patton sprawling backward, his gladius clattering away.

Patton scrambled to his feet, narrowly dodging a series of violent strikes. He could see the flash of vibrant red LEDs that now replaced the compassionate glow in Roman’s eyes, a clear indication of the robot’s- no, Roman’s reversion to his former, emotionless state.

Roman's attacks were relentless, each swing calculated and precise, devoid of hesitation or thought. Patton could barely keep up, using every ounce of his skill and agility to evade the blows that threatened to crush him.

Roman was holding back in our fights then. 

I can- 

Clang!

barely-

Clang!

Manage-

Clang!

To stop this.

Desperation clawed at Patton’s mind. He needed to end this before it was too late. As he ducked under a particularly fierce swing, he spotted an opportunity, a tiny exposed panel on Roman’s back where the override signal might be interfaced.

Gritting his teeth, Patton maneuvered behind the robot, narrowly avoiding another crushing punch. With a swift, desperate motion, he grabbed a fragment of debris and pried open the panel, exposing the complex circuitry within.

Roman, in its programmed frenzy, showed no sign of recognition, continuing its assault with relentless efficiency. Patton’s hands shook as he worked to disable this strange system, his fingers fumbling with the intricate components.

The Leader, observing from above, gave a cold smirk. “You’re out of time, Patton. Roman is beyond your reach now.”

Patton’s breath came in ragged gasps, sweat mixing with the grime on his face. He finally managed to sever a crucial wire, sending a jolt through the system. For a brief, harrowing moment, Roman’s attacks faltered.

But it wasn’t enough, or perhaps was the wrong system entirely. Roman’s programming, for moments a tangled mess of conflicting commands, began to stabilize, reverting to the same relentless attack. 

Patton, bruised and battered, could only hope that the damage he’d inflicted on the circuitry might offer some small chance of saving Roman. The fight was far from over, and as Roman’s relentless assault continued, Patton knew that the real battle was not just against the robot, but against the forces that sought to strip away the very essence of sentience and connection.

It was fortunate then at that moment that the arena around them seemed to explode.

WHOOM!

“What?” The Leader roared from where they’d been knocked by the blast.

“CLAUDIUS FIEF. You are under arrest for the trafficking of humans and robot alike for your own gain. Come quietly and you will not be killed.”

Uniformed officers that resembled nothing of the arena guards Patton had encountered so often flooded the stands of the arena.

Well that was convenient. At least there’s no way they could hurt my students now.

But at that moment, a sharp pain blossomed in Patton’s chest.

In all the cacophony of sound and movement, the most valuable lesson he’d learned for protecting those he cared about was:

Always watch your back.

He looked down to see a blade protruding from his chest. With a shuddering breath, he turned to see Roman, who’s left side had been apparently within the radius of one of the explosions. Roman’s left arm, partially gone, dangled uselessly at his side, his left still poised as if he still grasped the sword that was now skewering Patton like a Kabob. Even the hologram that concealed Roman’s face was glitched before the faceplate once again pulled back again to reveal Roman’s face. 

“Roman…”

Patton could barely get the words out before the world violently jerked. His head finding a home on the surprisingly soft ground.

Everything was all at once just so far away.

His friend, the arena, the smell of his blood staining the ground. It was as if it was happening to someone else.

This must be what a mix of shock and major blood loss feels like. At least now I’m not in pain. 

But even then, Patton mustered all the focus he could back to what was happening as a voice cut through the haze.

“Patton!” The crackle of his voice causing Patton’s heart to ache. He could barely make out Roman above him from the strange angle on the ground, but Patton could watch as a legitimate tear ran from Roman’s eye. The only other thing Patton could make out above that was the cracking of electricity discharging from various exposed parts of Roman.

Robots can’t cry silly, Patton imagined telling Roman. But since you’re free now, maybe you can really, truly cry soon. I’m not that important am I?

“I love you.”

And yet, the last thing Patton knew before the void came up to swallow him whole again was the feeling of something wet hitting his face as Roman’s screams faded into silence.