#afab!virgil

[wouldyoustayvn]

Hi there, ( my age is in bio) I've been following for the past 2 week? You are very talented, i really like your art and how you draw in general.

My ask is how good Virgil is when taking care of an MC with painful periods

Also hello from the Caribbean

Virgil with AFAB Mc with painful periods

Virgil have been in that situation before with his sister, but of course he knew that each person are different when it comes to dealing with periods. He’ll ask Mc of what would they like for him to help them out. He’ll give them chocolates or any snack they wanted, make them tea or any drink that can at least soothe the cramps, would leave them be if they ask him for personal time. He’ll check up on them time to time if they wanted anything else. He’ll also go buy some hygiene stuffs for them as well, and buy some more stuffs for them!

((Also thank you so much! <3))

[5eraphim]

Is it ok if you do yandere classic heavy x reader? The reader could be from his team or someone like a Miss Pauling for their team

I decided to answer this request with a oneshot, I wasn't certain if this was what you had in mind, (As in I didn't know for sure if you wanted this or headcanons.) but I hope you enjoy

Title: Backstabber

Character: Classic Heavy (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DNI, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: yandere, AFAB reader/female terms of affection used (good girl/my girl), abuse of power, dubcon, boss x employee dynamic, TOXIC RELATIONSIHP, possessiveness, rough, degradation, toxic masculinity/sexist cheavy big time, technically hurt/comfort but more accurately hurt/hurt the other person, arguing but it's basically foreplay

Word Count: 5.5k

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"Desire gradually took over- not simple need, like hunger, but a taut elastic compulsion. It took all my energy to stand it, this urge to ravage." Jenefer Shute, Life Sized

@teufortwriting (asked to be tagged in classic heavy fics, this one's 4 u nd the anons hope you lot enjoy!!)

(post 1/31 of my version of kinktober where i write whatever i want for every day of october <3)

It was late; it was your day off, and yet here you were, working well into the night. At least when you worked from your quarters, you had the luxury of staying in pajamas all day. But warm gray sweatpants and a thin cotton tank top were little comfort from the real distress of work. You were in a rough situation. Virgil, the team Sniper, was missing in action, and you'd spent all day messaging with other mercenary groups from your laptop, messaging anyone you could think of, asking if anyone'd seen your Sniper. 

Despite the entire day's effort, you had a bad feeling it would be all in vain. No one had seen a thing. At least no one who bothered to respond had. You were hardly surprised most of your messages went ignored. Just about everyone in the business knew of the growing bitterness among your team members, and no one wanted to get involved. No one was surprised to hear people were starting to abandon the team altogether. You shut your laptop, rubbing your temples, wondering if you were just one bad week away from the entire group falling apart.

A knock at the door disrupted your train of thought, as well as causing you to jolt slightly in your seat. You checked the clock; it was almost 10 p.m. Not only was today supposed to be a day off, but you couldn't imagine who would need to contact you at such an odd hour.

Needless to say, you were caught entirely by surprise when you saw your boss, of all people, looming overhead, clutching his side with one hand and leaning his weight on the door frame. For a moment, you just stared, unable to understand what he was doing here. Creasing your brow, you squinted, looking up at him, trying to see a bit better in the low light. "Cheavy?"

His head dipped forward slightly, and you could see his shoulders rising and falling with each jerky breath he took. "No shit. Let me in."

Only then did you notice the dank smell of blood wafting from Cheavy, and you found it a lot harder to avoid looking at the hand at his side, catching the dampness of the fabric he clenched between his fingers. 

Faltering for a moment, you nodded, pushing the door wider and stepping out of the way. He didn't say anything as he pushed his way inside, keeping one hand against the wall to brace his weight against as he shuffled forward on unsteady legs. You watched for your position at the door as he trudged to the bed, making the box spring creak slightly as he sat down on the edge, curling forward as he took a deep breath. 

After shutting and re-locking the door, you lingered awkwardly in the doorway, feeling suddenly quite out of place in your own bedroom. Cheavy looked like hell. You'd never seen him look so beat up. It was so out of character to see him like this. "Cheavy, what happened to you?"

"Stabbed." He grumbled.

You crept closer on shaky legs as if approaching a rabid dog. "Why did you come all the way here? Shouldn't you go check in with Medic?"

He pulled off his goggles, wiping the sweat from his brow with his clean hand, "I know you've got a first aid kit in here, now come patch me up." Despite his command, you were too scared to get any closer.

"Alright, um- I'll get right on it. Just get comfortable, and I'll go grab some painkillers for you. I'll be right-"

He interrupted with a gruff bark before you could finish your thought, "You're not going anywhere! Not until I'm patched up."

"Cheavy, I'm not gonna leave you, c'mon I'll just be one minute." You replied in a much quieter voice.

"I'll tell you one more time- you're not going anywhere!" He didn't need to waste his breath with a threat. You got the message loud and clear, after whatever happened to him earlier, he was in no mood for you to test his patience. 

"Understood." You replied curtly. Cheavy was scaring the shit out of you, but you tried to reason with yourself. The sooner you got him patched up, the sooner he'd be out. He was clearly in a lot of pain, but at least he was responsive; he could move on his own, and if it was just one stab wound, you were confident it shouldn't be too hard to patch up. 

Everyone on the team had a first aid kit in their dorm, even though you weren't technically on the team. Even if you couldn't remember ever actually using it. While you weren't as trained as a Medic to treat combat injuries, it didn't take a genius to clean and patch a wound. Gathering your supplies, you pulled on some disposable gloves, bringing a bowl of water and a clean rag, having no idea if it would be enough to clean him up, mentally praying the wound wasn't deep enough to need stitches.

When you returned with your supplies, Cheavy was already on his back, his shirt and harness in a bloodied heap beside his boots on the floor. Drawing a little closer, you realized pulling off his shirt must've agitated his cut, causing fresh blood to fall directly onto your sheets. 

Steeling your resolve, you tiptoed closer with your first aid kit tucked under your elbow, the rag draped over your shoulder using both hands to keep the bowl balanced. When you finally got to his bedside, standing over him, "I'm going to clean you up first. Can you move your hand for me?" 

Cheavy winced slightly but was able to comply, staining the bed with even more blood as his wet hand white-knuckled your bedding. Now that you could get a good look at the wound, you thanked God it wasn't deep enough to require stitches. Fortunately for Cheavy, no severe damage was done to his muscles or bones, but it was one of the last places anyone would want to cut because of the thinner skin and all the nerve endings. The cut ran over his ribs in an angry red streak from the side of his lower ribs, arching up and ending a bit below his pec. It would need an awful lot of bandages but no stitches.

"I'm going to clean the dried blood up first. This is going to feel a bit cold." 

Cheavy didn't respond, just nodded with his eyes still closed, preemptively curling a pillow under the bend in his arm. He obviously wasn't comfortable, but at least he didn't look so infuriated. He hardly reacted when you pressed the damp to his lower belly, using one hand to gently scrub and the other to push into his gut to keep yourself from accidentally tugging at the wound. 

It was going to take a while to fully clean him, and you couldn't stop wondering why the hell he came to you, of all people, to take care of him. Wringing out the rag, you inquired, "So… The Medicine just disappeared? Did he say anything odd the last time you saw him?"

Cheavy huffed, "Obviously not. If you didn't know, deserters don't leave with 2-week notices."

"Right, sorry…" You responded. Gingerly, you began to dab the rag a little further up his chest, already dreading when you'd have to sterilize his wound. Cleaning up his upper body alone would take long enough. You felt so small bedside Cheavy, your hands absolutely tiny and ineffective trying to aid the titan before you. Even in this state, he could snap your arm like a twig if he wanted to. 

So much blood had clotted in his chest hair as you timidly worked away; your fingers were wrinkling from the water, and yet there was still so much work to be done. At least he looked comfortable. You could vaguely feel his heart beating deep inside his chest as his breathing slowed and deepened. The tension finally left his face. Had you ever seen him so relaxed before? It was a pity to disrupt it, "I'm going to disinfect the wound now; it's going to sting pretty bad."

He practically groaned, "Like I haven't had worse today." Cheavy was right. Given what he must've been through, a slight stinging was nothing; all the same, it was impossible to steady your hand as you raised an iodine-soaked cotton ball to the wound's hideous gaping wound. He hardly flinched when the cotton dabbed against his side. At first, you felt guilty for not getting him something to numb the pain before getting started, but you were feeling pretty sure he'd snagged something before he got here.

You stopped counting the cotton balls you had to use to finish cleaning him up. The scent of blood hung thick in the air, radiating from the used cotton balls in the wastebasket, the bedsheets, and his ruined shirt, and you knew your fingers probably wrecked his blood, too. 

But at last, he was cleaned, the bleeding stopped, all there was left to do was tape the gauze over the wound, and you'd be all done. As you suspected, you had to tape no less than 4 gauze pads together to fully cover the injury. The hardest part was over; all you had to do now was pat dry the rest of the water from his chest. You almost thought he'd fallen asleep, startling slightly when you heard him speak, "You find Virgil yet?"

So much for seeing him calm, "Sorry, I haven't." 

"Figures." And just like that, he was pissed again.

As you pat the last section of his abdomen dry, you immediately retracted your hands, wringing them anxiously as you took a few steps back from the bed. "I have found a couple leads, though! It's not much, but I was exchanging messages with some other mercenary groups and-"

In the blink of an eye, he was propped upright on his elbow, leaning to the side to glare at you. He was pissed, but you could tell he was still hurting pretty bad as he balled his hands into fists, forcing himself to stand his ground and show no weakness, "Other mercenary groups? And what the hell are you trying to contact them for? You gonna abandon the team, too?"

"No! Of course not! I just thought maybe if more people were looking for Virgil, we might have a better shot of tracking him down, you know?" If you had any idea you could set him off so quickly, you'd never opened your mouth in the first place, and you knew backtracking like this was getting you nowhere. Once he decided he was mad at you, that was it. He had a short fuse with a hell of a fiery temper.

"You need other people to do your damn job for you? Is that it? Can't you do anything right yourself?"

You were too scared to get any closer to the bed, but you tried to keep your voice level as though it would be enough to convince him you weren't frightened. "Cheavy, will you please lay down, your wound will open up again. All I did was ask around if anyone's seen him recently- that's all. No one is doing my job for me."

His eyes narrowed, "No if you could do your damn job, he wouldn't be missing!"

You opened your mouth to speak, but he was acting so vicious, taking all his aggression out on you, knowing you couldn't do a thing to defend yourself. "Just let him get it out of his system. He'll want to be back in his own bed eventually." You thought, swallowing the lump in your throat, you muttered, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Well, thank God for that." He shifted in bed, laying down on his back, gritting his teeth, "Is this gonna hold up tomorrow in battle?"

You stared at the white patch of gauze and tape at his side, suddenly feeling quite meek, ashamed a patch job was the best you could do, as though this was your responsibility in the first place. "It's not perfect, but so long as you don't overexert yourself, you'll be all set soon."

He almost laughed, "We're losing men left and right, and you think I have the choice not to overexert myself? Is that the best you can do?"

At this point, you could tell Cheavy was just being cruel, he wanted you to feel small and humiliated, and it was working, and you could already feel the sting of tears in the corners of your eyes, "You think it's my fault our men are going missing?"

"Is it not your job to find them? You expect me to believe you've been corresponding with all these other mercenary groups, and what do you have to show for it? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were looking to follow Virgil and Medic out the door."

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, he interrupted, "I want to see the correspondence, all of it. If you're so innocent, surely you got nothing to hide, right?"

You felt your stomach drop, "I don't have it… I didn't hear anything promising back… I didn't keep any records."

His voice lowered, "How convenient."

"Cheavy, I know this looks bad, but you must believe me! I would never abandon the team!"

With that sinister, low voice, Cheavy spoke again, "You're nothing without loyalty. I hope you aren't dumb enough to forget something so obvious."

"Cheavy, I'm not going anywhere, for God's sake, you're paranoid."

"So I'm just an idiot then? Is that it?" 

"That's not what I said! Of course, I'm loyal to you- to the entire team!" It was getting harder and harder to keep the tears down. God, you hated dealing with him when he was in a bad mood.

"Forget about them. You're nothing without me- you know that, right? You're only alive now because you're useful- and if you double cross me- bitch, you're dead." He was absolutely seething. "Get over here. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you're innocent."

Your instincts told you to run and get out while you could, but something unnamable drew you closer: some subliminal obedience. Pacing closer, you stood an arm's length from the bed, "I-I know, Cheavy, this looks bad… But you gotta believe me, I'm on your side! I've always been on your side!"

A chill ran up your spine as he grinned up at you; the sight of a smile on his face was beyond unnatural. "You women love saying that shit, don't you? But I know how it is, you bitches think you're so clever, so charming. You look for the strongest guy to leech off of and hide behind. But the second you see someone else- it's all over. I know your type. You don't give a fuck about anyone but yourself!"

"It's not like that, Cheavy! It's not like that at all!" It made too much sense listening to Cheavy exposing such sexism.

"Must be nice, huh? Leaving all the real work for the men while you get to take it easy?"

After the day of stress you just suffered, that comment stung, but he didn't give you a chance to respond or defend yourself. "You can't track down a few runaways- you can hardly patch up a wound. I can't even trust you alone for one day without me!"

"I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry everything's going wrong… but please, I don't know what more you want from me!"

"Don't play dumb bitch, you know why I came here." He couldn't be serious. He just called you worthless and detestable. How could he possibly want you after all that? But the look across his face told you he was dead serious.

"No, Cheavy- please, not like this. God, anything but that." Just thinking about him taking his aggression out on you verbally was enough, but the thought of him doing it physically was so much worse. 

"Do you need me to spell it out for you because you've got one choice here. You can get on the bed and fucking earn your place here for once, or I'll snap your neck."

Cheavy had been nothing but cold, abrasive, and blunt working with you, and while he was still a man with needs like any other, the idea of someone like himself considering taking mercy on you, even just to use your body, confounded you. 

You felt your blood turn to ice in your veins, "You wouldn't…" 

Cheavy watched the color drain from your face with an odd expression somewhere between hatred and amusement. "I wouldn't? Killing you wouldn't cost me a damn thing." 

While you wanted to resist, to argue your way out of the situation, the words died in your throat before you could say a thing. It was impossible to tell what he wanted more, to kill or fuck. Cheavy watched from the bed with sadistic pleasure, watching your confidence crumble like he could smell your fear. Staring at you more like a wild animal than a human. 

"How can I trust you not to kill me once I give you what you want?" You were past resistance at this point; you knew what was about to happen, and he knew it, too.

"You can't. Now c'mere. I want you to prove you belong." Cheavy was past shouting at you. He knew he'd won. Now he was cold and still, expecting you to be the one to make the next move. You were too terrified to even try to come off as sexy. The most you could offer was compliance. Slinking into the bed, crawling in from the foot of the bed before padding over silently, sliding into place between his body and the wall, laying on your side. He took up so much space in the bed that you felt like you had no choice but to cower to fit. 

Stilling momentarily as though waiting for an order, you realized it was your job to turn him on tonight. Looking directly at his lips, you reached over, cupping the side of his face with your palm, smoothing your thumb over the stubble. "So far, so good. Maybe he wants me to act scared?" You thought to yourself. That sounded like something he would want from you. Starting slow was your safest bet. 

Leaning your face closer to his, you closed the distance between your lips, pecking him shyly as he followed your slow pace. While he lay flat on his back, you found his hand with yours, cradling it between both hands, rubbing the toughened skin with your thumbs, warming them slightly. His other hand found the back of your neck, pushing your head closer to deepen the kiss, to which you complied, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth, his teeth grazing against your lips.

It was a bit of an awkward position, having to lay on your side, one arm caressing the side of his face, one leg wrapped over his, while Cheavy laid on his back, forcing you to crawl closer. He was trying to urge you to keep going, but you were too nervous to get too close, terrified of accidentally pressing against his fresh injury.

Cheavy, on the other hand, wasn't so cautious, "Get on top."

It took you some time until you were properly situated, shifting from his side to between his legs, straddling his waist, leaning forward carefully, avoiding his abdomen as much as possible. Once you were within arms reach, his hands were at your waist, trying to pull your body even closer with a hardly concealed neediness. You complied, kissing him, cupping his cheeks with your hands, pulling apart briefly to whisper, "Cheavy, you gotta take it easy. Your wound could split back open."

He grinned, "So what? You'll still be here to patch it up for me, right?"

You weren't sure if he was making a joke or if he wanted an honest answer. Trying to acquiesce to either demand, your face softened, and you nodded, your thumb slid over his lip as you continued to stroke his face, "Right."

"Good girl." You weren't sure what caught you more by surprise, the use of a pet name or the feeling of his right hand groping against your ass through your sweatpants. You allowed Cheavy another open-mouthed kiss, feeling him suck your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling it in an almost playful manner. 

When you first laid hands on him earlier in the evening, his skin was cold to the touch, but now he felt so warm beneath your chest and between your thighs. And you could feel his legs spreading further as you finally felt comfortable enough to press your body against his broad chest. "Take your top off, I wanna watch."

He watched with lazy half-lid eyes as you nodded, pulling away enough to hook your fingers under the hem of your tank top, feeling a questionable arousal as you pulled the thin fabric away, now looming bare-chested just a breath away. You watched as he slid his massive hands up the length of your torso, groaning in pleasure at the feeling of precious, soft skin underneath his fingertips. The warm feeling deep in the base of your stomach increased when his hands reached your tits, wasting no time before kneading them with his palms, watching the fatty tissue squish between his fingers. "Come closer."

Bracing your weight on your elbows on either side of his head, you nuzzled against the side of his head as his hands squeezed just a bit tighter. For a split-second, you almost wondered if he would be gentler than you expected until you felt him grind his thumb harshly against your nipple, making you yelp and fruitlessly try to arch away from his hands. 

"Does that hurt?"

"Yeah!" Before you could try to pull away again, you felt Heavy's face separate from yours before biting down on the side of your neck, no doubt drawing blood as he did so. You hardly had time to react to the pain when you felt your body moving without your control. Cheavy detached from your tits to dig his fingernails against your back, forcing your body to flatten against his own, his lower body grinding his semi-erection against your limp body. The pain began to dwarf your rising fear as your arms and legs began to flap and push against Cheavy uselessly in resistance. 

Cheavy was moving so fast, but you felt too weak and helpless to stop him as he greedily continued to bite and suckle against your sensitive neck. You had to force your head from the mattress; it was getting too hard to breathe, and you could feel yourself beginning to breathe rapidly, your heart beating so fast, making it impossible to think. 

You could feel Cheavy disconnect from your neck, and you winced, keeping your eyes shut in fear of feeling him lash out again. Instead, he stilled, keeping your trembling body forcefully close to his own, "God, you're sexy when you cry." Confused, you blinked your eyes open, only then registering the tears clinging to your lashes. Instinctively, you moved your hands to brush them away, but Cheavy shook his head, giving you an odd look, which you interpreted as him telling you to stop. Laying your hands back down, he used his grip on your back to push you forward, but rather than forcing you into another deep kiss, his tongue slid out, flicking against your cheeks, the weird feeling making you shut your eyes as he continued to lap up your tears, kissing your eyelid when he was finished. 

"You feel so good when you're mine."

Cheavy released you from his hold, allowing you to push away slightly, wondering what he wanted next.

"Take the rest of your clothes off. Mine too." You complied. Kicking off your bottoms and underwear at once, followed by your socks, before turning your attention to his heavy-duty work pants, visibly strained by his erection. Settling between his legs, your hands found his belt, undoing the clasp and top button. Cheavy sighed with relief at the feeling of the zipper finally coming undone, the erotic sounds distracting you momentarily before you turned your attention back to your task. 

He moved with you, helping you pull his pants down and off before your fingers found the waistband of his boxers. The sight of his tented clothing distracted you and forced you to acknowledge that once this last bit of fabric was gone, there would be nothing separating your bodies. Rather than pulling them down as quickly as you'd done to his pants, you curiously palmed over the swell, making him hiss between grit teeth. He was obviously impatient, but he didn't tell you to stop. 

Partially to delay the inevitable, partially out of curiosity, you traced the outline of his bulge with your finger, dipping lower, feeling the shape of his balls between his spread legs. Even with feather-light touches, Cheavy reacted with vigor, bucking upwards as though it would do anything to satisfy him.

"C'mon, quit messing around already!" He ordered, no longer looking at you. His head had rolled back while you were playing with him, and he was still facing upwards when he spoke. Sighing through your nose, you complied, using both hands to fully undress him before forcing yourself to crawl back on top.

"You're so eager." You didn't think anything of your words but felt unnerved when he smiled in response, "And it's all your fault." You stiffened over his massive body, shutting your eyes, half-expecting him to just force his way inside of you, but to your surprise, you heard him spitting, followed by the feeling of two thick fingers tapping at the outer edge of your sex. The unexpectedness surprised you, making you gasp and look down at what he was doing. Teasing you, forcing you to get a feel for him as he dragged his fingers against you, making you throb against nothing. 

"That's my girl, don't fight it. Just let it happen." It was easier to handle the situation with your eyes closed, not having to look at the loathsome man while he violated you. Resting your forehead on his shoulder, you felt your hips stirred to movement, trying to match his slow rhythm, hitching up anytime you felt him brushing against your clit. His fingers, already wet with his spit, gathered more wetness as he slipped inside you, making you groan as you were forced to stretch against his fingers. 

You tried to catch your breath when he eventually retracted his fingers, smearing the lubrication against his cock. It was just a trace of your warmth, but the promise of the real thing so close had him rock-hard and aligned right where he needed to be, getting a good grip on your hips to ensure you wouldn't try to squirm away. He pushed his head inside, going mercifully slow, allowing you time to adjust to his size before going further. "Does it feel good? Does it feel good to feel my cock inside you while I hold you down?"

It did, it shouldn't have, but it did. You realized Cheavy wasn't going to move until you responded, and you forced yourself to croak out, "It's not like I'm going anywhere."

"Is that so?" Was all the warning you got from him before he pushed deeper inside you, forcing you to keep stretching around his shaft. It hurt as you expected, but something about how he held you down and teased you had you wet, silently begging him to go even deeper. 

By the time he bottomed out inside, you were shaking like a leaf against Cheavy, who relished in your fear in the way he would force you to behave so well for him. "Good thing I got here before you ran away." He snickered to himself before snapping his hips against yours, watching your body tense, your hands gripping much harder against his shoulders than you intended. 

You whimpered, "Cheavy, I'd never abandon the team, you know that- You know I'll be here forever!" Whether it was listening to you whimpering, sounding so pathetic, or the line, "here forever," something about what you said set him off. Making him grunt in satisfaction, continuing to grind against you.

"Forever?" His voice was a bit deeper now, making you shudder.

"Forever! On your side, I swear!" He must've been much more pent up than you realized because he was hammering into you with reckless abandon, already turned on and wanting more. Rather than responding to your words, he sort of grunted in approval. He was too close to climaxing to bother with complete sentences. His eyes were shut, his face tense with anticipation, both hands on the swell of your ass, forcing you to grind against him as he continued to pound inside, treating you like nothing but a piece of meat for him to tear into. He was all lust and no love, fucking like an animal. All his blood was rushing south; you knew the moment he could think clearly, he'd be done with you. 

You should've been revolted. Cheavy hated your guts and saw you as nothing but a body. But how could you remember all that when it felt so good to feel his cock stretching you out, feeling his sweat mixing with your own, his hands pushing you forward until your clit ground against his lower belly. No doubt he could feel you were getting off on being rough-handled like this. You could even hear the sound of your own slick mixing with his spit and precum between thrusts.

Between heavy, labored breathing, you pushed your face right up against his to moan in his ear, "I'm yours; I'm all yours." Almost as soon as the words left your mouth, you gasped before gritting your teeth in pain as Cheavy thrust all the way inside you, coming as deep inside as he could, accidentally clawing at your rear as he mindlessly forced you forward. The brutalism made you lightheaded, feeling so weak and broken down in his arms.

After a few more agonizing seconds, you felt his hands slip from your hips, sliding down your thighs, kneading his fingertips gently into the flesh of your outer thighs, allowing you to disconnect, feeling traces of him clinging and running between your thighs, making you sick. Obviously, he expected you to share the bed with him and wouldn't take kindly to you leaving to get cleaned up. It's not like you had anywhere else to go anyway. The best you could do was dabbing at the mess with a sheet, trying not to think about how filthy it made you feel. The sheets were likely stained with cum and blood, just like you. 

Slotting yourself back into place beside him, facing the wall, you felt a hairy arm wrap around your upper body, pulling you possessively into Cheavy's chest. He'd taken the liberty of turning off the bedside lamp, allowing a merciful darkness to settle over the room.

Without turning your head to speak to him, you whispered, "You believe me now, don't you?"

Cheavy kissed the top of your head, pulling you closer, "We'll see. You've earned your stay here, but just for tonight."

You couldn't help but moan under your breath, somehow feeling even more broken down, "I don't understand- for God's sake, Cheavy! I've done all you've asked of me! What more do you want from me!?"

"Until we find where our real Medic went- you're gonna fill in for him." He sounded tired, almost bored, as though he'd come to this decision before even showing up. 

You had to bite your lower lip to try and keep as quiet as you could, to keep from crying out loud and irritating him, "But I don't know how-" 

"Then you'd better learn fast." Whatever reservations you had were clearly of no concern to him. As far as Cheavy cared, the decision was made. He'd gotten what he wanted and was due for some much needed rest. 

How desperately you wished you could just roll over and let sleep take you like he could, but as you lay frozen in place, your mind racing, imagining yourself forced to follow the team into battle, risking your own skin to protect the man you hated more than anyone. 

Cheavy leaned down slightly to breathe in your ear before tucking your head under his chin and drifting off, "And if you ever try to go behind my back again, I'll blow your damn head off."

[tulipanthousa]

virgils too fascinated to even get flustered he just immediately afterwards starts infodumping like "did you know humans need a uterus FROM BIRTH to carry a child they cant just GET ONE?" "yes dear" "but this is where it gets really crazy they can use SCIENCE to create babies and put them in a uterus later!!! like the tree!!!" "yeah honey, like the tree"

finds out that afab folks have all their eggs from before birth, tells roman "Beloved! did you know that the egg that eventually became you was first created in Oma's body?" and Roman has to take a minute not to cry

[egret-orchids]

a few sanders sides gender identity headcanons & explanations bc me & sawyer (@veronica-sawyer2, sorry for the tag) were discussing them

roman: he/him mostly, genderqueer. would use they/them or sometimes she/her but he's the prince and obviously princes don't wear make up or dress/skirts or say that today they're feeling more like a 'she' or a 'they', do they? guy's probably got some repression issues tbh. plays into the stereotypical 'hero/prince' role bc of this. eventually just uses he/they most of the time though.

janus: he/they/she, genderfluid. similar to roman except he's completely open to expression & expressing femininity.

virgil: transmasc, he/him. mainly because i'm projecting and i saw a post abt it once and it's engrained into my brain. patton has to remind him how to self-care btw.

patton: honestly feels nonbinary to me, so they/them or he/him. again probably because i've read fanfics with that and its rlly fitting. adores masc titles though.

remus: he/it/they. probably some obscure neopronouns too. not really a reason to this one either buts he probably afab. not sure why, but i think it's funny to think that roman is basically incapable of growing facial hair (disregarding like. the fact that they all look like thomas anw.) yet remus is and hes not even cis.

logan: he/him, hasn't really thought about it. probably he/she at some point. has also experimented with gender expression & is pretty comfortable w his masculinity

[an-organized-confusion]

That gender poll got me thinking abt the Gymrat!Crew.

Patton - Factory default. (Cis guy.)

Roman - Mr. Hopeless with Tech would be confused as all shit. (But Factory Default, boy's cis.)

Janus - Dynamically assigned on boot. (Genderfluid.)

Logan - System Update (binary trans guy.)

Remus - Data corruption. (AFAB file sectors marked for deletion, a lot was overwritten. Loves the fucked up mangle of data on recovery.)

Virgil - Found it on a random disk. (Remus will probs describe it as a dual-boot situation there. Emo's questioning but thinking abt labels like demiguy and bigender.)

[soysaucevictim]

Having a convo about how bigenital gender affirming surgeries are a thing. (Where the goal is to have a mixed set-up down there.)

Being a med nerd who loves learning abt like. The anatomy know how needed to pull these things off is amazing. That said, I know and think there's more documentation out there for AFAB folks electing for this. (Leave in the extent vagina, but still do the phallo/metoidoplasty part of the process.)

There doesn't seem to be as much documentation of AMAB folks electing for it. But I'm going to assume it's going to involve techniques like using a segment of bowel to create a new vagina (because such folks would desire keeping their extent penis in place.)

Reason for me pondering about that is the whole Gymrat!Virgil learning she's bigender thing... he'd be at least curious about that option/possibility.

[ask-teen-sides]

Run by @kitty-narc , @yet-another-orange and the no longer active on main @/phantomhunting !

This is a modern teenagers Sanders Sides AU that includes the orange side, Emile Picani, and Sleep/Remy

This is mostly an ask blog, but will be used to talk about anything related to this AU

Some of you may be familiar with the story We're Here and We're Queer written by @/phantomhunting that's the old version of this AU

Pfp (edited by Kitty, extra logos drawn by Phantom, extra logo ideas from Rage):

Character introductions under the cut!!

★ name: Virgil Sanderson

★ pronouns: they/he

★ gender: Non binary

★ age: 17

★ relationship status: has a crush on Roman but not planning on ever confessing cuz too anxious

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★ name: Logan Sanderson

★ pronouns: it/he

★ gender: xenogender-fluid

★ age: 18

★ relationship status: in a qpr with Barry Croft (classmate), and a s*xual relationship with Remus (all completely okay with everyone, there's no cheating)

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★ name: Patton Mor

★ pronouns: he/they

★ gender: trans boy

★ age: 16

★ relationship status: has a crush on Emile

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★ name: Janus (Julia) Mor

★ pronouns: he/it

★ gender: afab, gender questioning

★ age: 17

★ relationship status: in a happy romantic relationship with Nova (classmate)

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★ name: Roman Pryce

★ pronouns: he/him

★ gender: cis man

★ age: 17

★ relationship status: has a crush on Virgil but doesn't know how to confess

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★ name: Remus Pryce

★ pronouns: he/it

★ gender: demiboy

★ age: 18

★ relationship status: s*xual relationship with Logan, aromantic

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★ name: Emile Picani

★ pronouns: he/him?

★ gender: trans man

★ age: 17

★ relationship status: deeply in love with Patton but doesn't know how to confess

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★ name: Remy Picani

★ pronouns: any

★ gender: unlabeled

★ age: 17

★ relationship status: single currently, but loves flirting with Janus

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★ name: Cronus (Charlie) Saunders

★ pronouns: it/he

★ gender: agender

★ age: 19

★ relationship status: single, but everyone thinks he's dating Logan for some reason

[muppetable]

incorrect quotes day!!

Virgil: How’s the sexiest person here doing?

Janus: I don’t know, how is he?

Virgil: *flustered* I-

Remus, from across the room: IM DOING GREAT, THANKS!

Logan: Dammit, Remus.

Remus: It wasn’t me!

Logan: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Janus.

Janus: It wasn’t me either.

Logan: Oh- well who set the house on fire?

Roman: *whistles*

Patton: *filling out paperwork* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Roman: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Logan: I personally was created in a lab.

Virgil: I just straight up spawned.

Janus: We need to get through this locked door. Uh, Roman, give me your credit card.

Roman: *gives it*

Janus: *pockets it* Thanks. Remus, kick the door down.

Roman, through a megaphone: Guys, get in here, we’re going to the mind palace!

Logan, disappointed: The mind palace?

Patton, kicking the door down: THE MIND PALACE?!

Roman, equally excited as Patton: THE MIND PALACE!

Virgil, from the other room: SHUT THE FUCK UP

Virgil: Ace of spades.

Roman: +4

Patton: Jolteon, I choose you.

Logan, trembling: what are we playing

Virgil: *sends Roman a super low quality image*

Roman: If I had a dollar for every pixel in that image i’d have 15 cents.

Virgil: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt after hearing that, i’d have enough to buy a canon to fire at you.

Janus: Actually, i did the math. Roman would have $225, not $0.15.

Remus: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of deodorant.

Patton: While you’re there could you get me an apply juice?

Remus: Sorry I only have a dollar.

Logan: Hey I just realized, Roman would have $22,500, because it’s a dollar for every pixel, not a cent.

Remus: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of deodorant and an apply juice.

Logan: You could buy anything you want with $22,500.

Virgil: Yeah, and he wants a can of deodorant and an apply juice.

Patton: Apply juice to what?

Roman: Directly to the forehead.

Janus: Great conversation everyone.

[our-transmasculine-experience]

hi, i just saw your prompts for asks and the journey to my name is kinda funny, so i might as well share.

context: i am an afab nonbinary person and i went through the femme nonbinary, trans man and masc nonbinary phases in this exact order. i also came out very recently, but i've been out on tumblr since day one (my mutuals have seen it all xd).

the journey: i went by Fae on my art account so it felt only natural to go for that name when i realised i was nonbinary. then, i came across the concept of William as a girl name, so i started going by William. "as a joke", y'know. and then i somehow started using he/him pronouns accidentally and realised it felt better than they/them (at the time). so i started questioning my gender, which led to me changing my name like twice a month or so. we went through Felix, Virgil, Remy, Shadow, Void, i believe Leaf or Moss or something similarly themed, Sáva (that's a czech one), Onyx, Lynx, Tea (in no particular order). then i came to the conclusion that i am, in fact, not a trans guy, and my name crisis stopped at Nyx. but when i was ready to come out, facebook refused to accept that as a name for some reason. so i picked out Ezra as a substitute, which was a very rushed decision and didn't last long, because before starting uni, i had another crisis. i've been Neo now for almost three months now and since Neo from Matrix was one of my favourite characters while i was in my teens, i think the name is here to stay. but i do think that if i wasn't limited by my primary language, i would go by Leaf and i'd be absolutely thrilled about it.

that’s a lot of names! thanks for sharing, neo

[vulgarvixxen]

(same anon as yesterday) ah ok

I wanna see logicality + trans!logan. idk what prompt tho, can’t decide. just wanna see logan w/a cute round baby bump

Tw: feeling sick, eating non-food items

This kept trying to be angsty but this version finally wasn’t, not a lot of baby bump as I wanted to add :(

Logan hadn’t been feeling well, the last few weeks he would wake with strong nausea keeping him in the bathroom until the others were awake. Virgil had been worried and Janus was checking in on him more than ever, Patton was growing extra protective and territorial of him. It wasn’t until his stomach started to grow that he connected the dots, morning sickness. He was pregnant.

They didn’t think it was possible for sides to become pregnant so he and Patton hadn’t been careful, the others hadn’t either but Logan was the only side that was originally formed in a way that humans would call AFAB. He was scared but he couldn’t find himself being mad about it, there was a new life growing inside him and as much as this was an unknown it was also a new learning experience. And he wasn’t alone, Patton was a great partner and had always wanted to be a father, both Virgil and Janus would look out for him…the twins would try their best of course. His family was going to help him handle this.

“Why can’t I stop eating? Nothing is satisfying and I’m not even hungry anymore!” Logan cries out, the jar of peanut butter he had opened only has a single small scoop out of it before being left on the table. He leaves the kitchen, waddling to where Remus was sitting in the living room watching a grim-dark d&d podcast, “This is not at all rational!” He complains, sitting next to the dark twin and trying to distract himself with the campaign. Remus makes an agreeing grunt, having a craving for something you can’t place is a pain he’s had to deal with too. Patton and Janus had both been trying to cook or bake everything they could think of with no results, Logan was still miserable.

Speaking of, Logan reached mindlessly into the bowl Remus was holding and popped a ball of the dough into his mouth before he could be stopped. Remus was already summoning Pat when Logan ceased chewing, “Shit shit, I di-“ “Remus, what is this?” The look that he pins Remus with has the creativity hiding behind daddy-dearest, “Cl-clay?” The answer seems to be sufficient enough because Logan swallows, “Can you make me more?”

In their now shared room Logan has a little bowl nestled on top of his baby bump, eating bits of red and white clay. “Virgil says that dirt and clay are not too uncommon for humans to crave during pregnancies, he says that it’s normally caused by minerals missing in a person’s diet!” Patton giggles as he retells the story, “We don’t actually get vitamins or minerals from eating but you still got a craving for it, maybe humans just need to feel grounded sometimes.” Logan flicks a ball of the soft clay at Patton, “That was terrible, absolutely terrible.” He still smiles, rubbing the bump before closing the lid on the bowl. “But it is a fascinating theory, tell me more about what you and Virgil found.”

[wouldyoustayvn]

(In advance, sorry for my poor language, I'm still working on it (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) Btw, I love your project, and characters!)

Okay, coming back to ask, imagine, afab Galaxy, after waking up in a strange place, and meeting Virgil, process to...being like the most calm dude in the universe, and just accept the fact, that some random elf kidnapped them.

Something like: "You don't want to kill me, or stuff like that? No? Cool, cool, nice to meet you then"

~ Lavender anon (I hope, it's okay to do that!)

Virgil is just speechless and lost, how could you be so calm after being in such a strange place! “Kill you? Of course not! Why would I do something like that???” “Oh really? Okay bet, anyways I’m ___”

PFPFPF BAHA the poor fae is so confused!

Also it’s okay! And thank you!

[pupplaylogan]

what do u think about the sides' junk. Like I know they're shapeshifters but like. What hc do u have for everyone

WELL. I don't have headcanons the same as everyone else. I notice people usually stick with One Headcanon (ex. "My headcanon is this character is bisexual!") and rarely, if ever, change them for anything. I am the complete opposite. I have HCs for very specific situations and they change a lot. (Like, I headcanon Logan as transfem, but a lot of the times I don't always make her transfem in AUs.) But I'll try my best.

I headcanon Patton as a trans man who hasn't gotten bottom surgery, so typically he has a T Dick. However, if I were to view him as a cis man, I think he has the biggest dick out of all of the sides. Man's packing ok. Fucking massive. Probably trims his pubes into fun shapes.

I also headcanon Roman as an afab trans person who hasn't had any surgery, so he also gets a T Dick! As a cis man, he'd probably be average size, but very thick. I think he's a fat, hairy bear. & because of that he probably has a lot of pubes that he does not trim & its hot

I love hemipenis Janus. I know that's everyone's HC, but... he's got two dicks. In human AUs, it changes a lot, but I think he's above average. & I once read a fic where he had a dick piercing & its honestly my fave HC ever. Probably slender. Don't know why, I think it's the snake thing. (Snakes are slender and long and so is ... his dick.) Maybe curved a little bit.

I recently have been loving uncircumsized Logan. I don't know where it came from, but I am enjoying it. I also usually headcanon him has having the smallest dick out of all the sides. I don't think he shaves or trims anything, he probably thinks there's no point and also he's a very, very busy man (being a little submissive for the sides).

I love big dick Virgil. I think he's like right under Patton and above Janus in regards to dick size. Also, I bet he shaves. I don't know why I think that, but I bet he does. He also has a thick dick. I read an emetophilia fic where Logan gags on Virgil's cock and I can't get it out of my head. He has a big, thick dick. I also sometimes HC him as being an afab trans person & gets bottom surgery. He walks in & the first thing he asks is "how big can you make my dick" /j

AND. I HAVE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT REMUS' DICK APPARENTLY. It kind of just... changes constantly. Which I think is very in character for him. He shapeshifts, you know he is not leaving his dick size alone. Janus walks into the dark side place of the mind palace one day & Remus has made his dick like the size of the fucking room & it takes like 15 minutes trying to make him change it back so Janus can actually walk into the living room.

I ALSO don't think he's leaving it a human dick. He's changed his dick to a million things. C!Thomas learned that ducks have corkscrew penises & Remus immediately changed it to see how it was. Thomas put on The Good Place and Remus changed it to match Derek's windchime dick.

In order of size: Patton, Virgil, Janus, Roman, Logan (& Remus is whereever he wants to be 🧡)

& in order of thickness: Roman, Patton-Virgil, Logan, Janus

[an-organized-confusion]

Okay so this is a random question but I’m curious. If the sanders sides gymrat au had pride outfits, what would they look like? You can go into much detail as you want. This is just something that popped into my head

Good question (especially since I'm not actually the most fashion oriented, pffft)... hmmm.

Roman

Cis Man

Aromantic (Bellusromantic) Gay

Probably the most flaming of the group - but it’s stiff competition with his brother and Janus. So. Much. (Food-safe/bio-degradable/hypoallergenic) Glitter. In fact the three make that part of things an actual competition, things get as hilariously heated as one may expect. Also can be seen with a rainbow ball gag on his person, sometimes wearing it, courtesy of Jan. Of course.

Remus

Transmasc Nonbinary (AFAB)

Polyamorous Gay (Bellusexual) Ace

He will look like he crawled out of a waste bin a bunch of unicorns threw up inside. He will look like the most genderfucked punk he possibly can. He will be the most disgusting about the PDA with Virgil possible (up for interpretation there, but it will also be kinky.)

Janus

Genderfluid (AMAB)

Aroflux Pan

Would probably have to hope he’s saved up a lot spoons, but damn it. They will go all out and be the most extravagant femme domme at the scene. Yes, they will parade Roman around with at least a collar. Thank fuck they’re rich enough to afford make-up artists who can work with their skin sensitivities. (Why yes, I’m still completely not over that Dimitrescu-inspired photo shoot, glad you asked.)

Virgil

Gender-Questioning (AMAB)

Polyamorous Biromantic Demi

He's kinda stealth about it. His favorite color scheme is purple anyways. He’s more out and proud in selective situations (the gym crew, queer-friendly joints like the gym they go to, and Pride events.) It’s more because security in numbers and his baseline anxiety issues under other circumstances (doesn’t want to get harassed at the Wendy’s over it). He does get those butterflies hanging out with Remus during these events.

Patton

Cis Man

Panromantic Gay

He'd probably be a bit over the top with the "wearing your faith on your sleeve" spiel. Esp given how much of the queer community has trauma from the Christian apparatus... but he will LOUDLY roast the likes of a certain Baptist Church that starts with a W and ends with an O. So he tries to rep the parts of [the] religion that isn't Completely Awful. (And given his past as a combat medic - he also regularly signs on as one of the medical volunteer staff at events/protests.)

Logan

Trans Man

Polyamorous Aroace

I think he'd be the most understated about it, wearing his usual attire with a few pins on his shirt (like the sketch I drew of the guy.) He's proud but just isn't "in your face" about it. (More just his mode of comfortable expression than pulling respectability nonsense over it. He is a software and infosec specialist... he has his ways of doing The Activism.)

[soysaucevictim]

Here, take some Gymrat!Dukexiety again, ‘cause I got the brain rot.

This is going to be a loose snapshot from the fic I’m writing right now.

(Remus is AFAB and his cycles are fucky and terrible. Virgil isn’t and has been awkwardly trying his best to provide comfort.)

[nervoustoastthing]

I think I’m gonna go relationship for the two ocs I was talking about buuuuuuut I have another qpr planned in the “partner in life” type way ;)

here’s some physical descriptions of the characters (including some photos off of Pinterest)

Caspian:

Brown skin with black dreads. Small gray hairs in his facial hair despite his age. Medium amount of facial hair. Very dark brown eyes, nearly black. Large eyebrows. Small piercings.

First photo is exactly what he looks like. Suits are his usual wear, but this is what I usually see him in.

Cordelia:

Brown skin with French curl braids. Afab but got top surgery. Large brown eyes. Large lips. They usually wear skirts and go topless.

Couldn’t find one of a face and the hair style I wanted :( so I hope my description was good enough!! Skirts of all kinds of styles!!

Rome:

Latino, always has his hair buzzed and dyed. Green eyes. Bushy eyebrows, he doesn’t dye usually and are naturally dark brown. No facial hair other than a few dark hairs above his lip and on his chin. Many many piercings. Top surgery tattoos that look like an animal jaw.

He usually wears his jacket with something like a crop top and baggy dark wash jeans. Also on the jacket has an embroidered cheetah, mid sprint, on the back as it is his “sacred animal”. (Remember his people think he’s divine)

Agatha

Dark brown skin. Warm brown eyes. Clean eyebrows. Chubby. Usually wears long, flowing, dresses because she likes the twirls it makes when she dances.

Practically exactly how I see her. Usually a longer dress but this is pretty much her usual dress.

Virgil:

Caucasian, brown hair. Bushy eyebrows. Dark blue eyes. Spock ear (means pointed/slightly pointed). No facial hair. Scar on his throat covers the entire front of his throat. Always has dark eye bags and tired eyes.

Hair is usually pushed up a bit more. Outfit is usually how I imagine him.

some miscellaneous things:

Virgil is a smoker. More in detail, a nervous smoker (this will be important later!!). Rome wasn’t born blind in one eye, it was more so during the annual brawl a corner of his opponents armor got shoved into his eye and ruined the it. They were able to save the eye itself and he can only see from a very small blurry spot in the edge of his eye. The eye is a murky gray around the parts of the pupil that are still there. (That’s why only leather armor is allowed now). Cordelia was born deaf in one ear and uses a hearing aid (She is not entirely deaf, hence why the aid works). No homo/transphobia in this universe!! Top surgery and the gender affirming care is free and easy to get.

religion:

not all kingdoms have a religion, in fact most don’t! rather most of them just believe in certain legends (that may or may not be legends 👀) unique to each kingdom! metallum is heavily based on religion so I’ll go a bit more into depth (and I might tell you some specific myths if you ask 👀).

the people of metallum believe in three major gods. the god of mining and war, the goddess of trickery and intelligence, and the guard. buuuuuut… these gods are animals in their mythology and beliefs. the gods are also the gods of different things, such as the sun, the stars, etc. the war and mining god is named after the hero, Ulysses. the goddess of trickery and intelligence is named after, Gorgo, the intelligent queen. the guard is named after the loyal dog, argos. Ulysses is a brown wolf, gorgo a black cat, and argos a brown wolf as well (but he is always wearing yellow armor). here’s a full list of what everyone is the god of:

Ulysses, god of:

war, mining, sun, crafting, order, gold, forge, and, falcons. also “king” of the gods. sometimes referred to as order.

Gorgo, goddess of:

trickery, intelligence, stars, chaos, serpents, iron, crows, and, transformation. sometimes referred to as chaos.

Argos, god of:

guardians, protection, weather, and loyalty. sometimes referred to as the guard.

a common symbol throughout metallum, (also the seal of metallum) is Ulysses and gorgo in battle with suns as Ulysses’ eyes and the two stars as gorgo’s eyes. Ulysses’ brown pelt is streaked with orange fire and gorgo’s fur is peppered with stars. Ulysses is mid air in a pounce, his claws extended. gorgo is in a low attacking stance, claws digging into the ground.

another common symbol is a falcon with a snake in its talons, but the snake wrapped around its throat. this depicts Ulysses and gorgo as the falcon and the snake. it represents the constant battle of order and chaos, and without the balance of the two, we would have nothing.

argos is a believed to be resurrected as a real brown wolf that protects the ruler. he is neutral in the war between order and chaos, rather he watches over and intervenes when one is overpowering the other. a symbol of argos is an eye with a star pupil and a iris make of the flames.

every ruler (or soon to be ruler) on their 14 birthday is chosen one of the gods. (pls pls pls ask about the ceremony). the blessings are hard to tell what the ruler will be like, unless it’s a blessing of argos. blessings of argos are extremely rare and mean an imbalance in order and chaos. it represents a rule full of change and puts a huge burden on the ruler’s shoulders to find out what to fix.

religion isn’t forced but you may be confused or left out of activities because a lot of them are old games to please the gods. (If you’ve ever read warriors think mothwing). (might tell you about the games if you’re interested 👀)

that’s all for metallum rn!

hope you enjoyed this post that went way off the rails 😭!!

Hello lovely, tell me about your ocs please. :D

I’m so so so so so so sorry I didn’t see this until now!!! Here’s some about the kingdoms and their rulers :)

VALORYN

The war kingdom. Known for aggression and brutality. They train from very young ages. The people of this kingdom were mostly born there, with little to no outsiders allowed. They don’t have a main religion, rather that they give offerings to their king. They are ruled heavily by a king. The people are relatively alright with their ruler, with small amounts of backlash. 

LUNARIS VALE

The modern kingdom. Also known as the nocturnal kingdom. The kingdom is inhabited by people who are either former nomads or people who left the other kingdoms. Rather than a Ruler reigning over them, their Ruler represents them and the citizens rule themselves. There is no backlash due to this. They don’t have a single culture or religion either.

METALLUM

The mining kingdom. They mine mostly for iron and gold. Their kingdom is relatively rich. Their king is believed to be a messenger of their gods and a minor god himself. Their kingdom is based heavily on their religion. They also host a major brawl which is attended to by nomads, citizens, and others alike. Hunting dogs they train are also their pride. There is little to no argument with the king.

SYLVAN SERENITY

The peaceful kingdom. Also known as the earth kingdom. A kingdom made of mostly natural material and taken over by nature. It’s cool due to the large canopy. Vines snake around and inside out of buildings and roads. Animals are at peace and work with the inhabitants. It’s a war-free place where all are welcome to rest for a while or stay and help the kingdom flourish. Their queen is beloved by all with zero uprising. No religion is forced.

SIRENVEIL

The ocean kingdom. Also known as the kingdom of trickery. The people there are tricky and cunning. They can either be your best asset or your biggest fear. The people are especially skilled in traps. It is widely believed that they have the power to convince people when speaking a certain way but this has neither been confirmed nor denied. Their king is fair but angry and the people have very little problem with him. Religion is not a big thing.

RULERS

VALORYN KING

Lord Caspian

-Always dressed up

-usually very cold to people

-Short temper

-Destructive when angry

-loves to weld

-he/him

-6’1

-37

LUNARIS VALE RULER

Ruler Cordelia

-likes to wear dresses a lot

-very kind

-suspicious of nearly everyone

-deaf in their left ear

-loves to make bracelets

-they/them

-5’6

-34

METALLUM KING

Lord Rome

-trans ftm

-likes to dye his buzz cut with different designs

-blind in his left eye

-extremely kind but does have a crazy smile

-short temper

-he/they

-6’5 (no one knows how)

-25

-main main character

SYLVAN SERENITY QUEEN

Lady Agatha (called Agatha by her people)

-extremely trusting

-extremely giving

-loves to make homemade earrings

-best friends with Rome

-great dancer

-she/her

-5’4

-28

SIRENVEIL KING

Lord Virgil (called Captain Virgil by his people)

-large scar on throat from assassination attempt

-Spock ear

-loves to carve wood

-very snappy

-rough exterior but very kind and soft on the inside

-he/him

-6’3

-26

-main main character but his pov later

Lord Rome and Captain Virgil are my favorites and will be the most important characters :). The plot mostly about the problems of the kingdoms but it focuses on the war captain Virgil started.

half of me wants to tell you everything even the plot twists but another part of me wants to keep as much secret as possible.

I can’t decide if I want two characters (I won’t name to prevent spoilers) in a relationship or a qpr. a relationship would cause more problems they’d have to solve but also solve A LOT of the problems they have rn. whereas a qpr would cause different problems that would be easier to solve, they wouldn’t have as much character development and character arcs that route. I feel like the problems of the relationship would make it stronger than the qpr in the end. I’m leaning relationship but I haven’t decided.

[thedarkstrangeson]

Falling, Failing, Rising (2/7)

A/N: This is chapter 2 of my pride fic! So it is highly recommended that you check out chapter 1 first.

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Ch1 | Ch2(here) | next

Warnings: Lots of (accidental) misgendering, dysphoria, occasional cursing, panic attacks, anxiety, slurs, violence, (graphic/descriptive) threats of violence, transphobia, injuries and descriptions of them, blood.

General Summary: Being trans is hard. It’s panic attacks and dysphoria and nights of not knowing. It’s figuring things out and letting it knock you over, it’s understanding and trying so damn hard to say something but failing, always failing. But sometimes, when you make it through all the dark parts and you see yourself for who you are, sometimes when those words finally come out, sometimes… Sometimes it’s happiness. Sometimes it's love. Sometimes it's rising on unsteady legs and standing anyway. Sometimes, it’s pride.

This is a Virgil-centric fic for pride month, featuring all of the sides portrayed sympathetically. It’s also got fem!Logan (Her name is Eibhlin, for pronunciation it is usually anglicized as Evelyn) and fem!Janus (she does not get a name change because Jan is just lovely like that). Virgil is afab and named Adeline.

Chapter 2: Fight the Transphobe

   It was a Friday. School was hitting the half-way point of the year, and, finally, things would be closer to the end than to the beginning. Addie was convinced that things would be an improvement once school ended, but it would leave only the summer between her and her friends all parting ways for college. But until then, she was stuck in this hell-hole. And this hell-hole had a particular tradition of club rush. Once every term, all the school’s clubs would set up booths in the quad and attempt to recruit new members. 

As she was the treasurer for Theatre Tech, it made sense that she had to be there. That didn’t mean, however, that she was happy about it. So that’s how she ended up sulking behind the club’s booth, just waiting for lunch to be over so they could all pack up and get off to class. 

The booth was sandwiched right between Speech and Debate(popular), and the Gender and Sexuality Alliance(vaguely present). Each were running their own spiels, GSA handing out flags, Remus performing a particularly gory Humorous Interp from his last tournament, and Theatre passing out flyers for their upcoming performances. Addie was content to pretend like she was busy keeping the booth’s poster from falling over, until a commotion at the GSA booth caught her eye.

There was a bit of a standoff going on, between one of the GSA’s face painters and another student. He seemed to be taunting the kid, but Addie couldn’t really make out the words—

“...do you think you’re doing, faggot?”

“P-please treat all students on campus with respect, it’s in the student handbook.”

“Well, ma’am , you can shove your damn student handbook.”

This was… not okay. Addie really really needed to say something, to shut the guy up, didn’t he know that misgendering someone was just so hurtful . Where did he get all that venom? None of these kids were doing anybody any harm. 

I will say something. Her shoulders tensed, and her breathing went unsteady. Oh gods how could I possibly say something? But she had to, this was wrong . It was hurting so badly and she just couldn’t move. Something stung at her eyes, and she blinked but it didn’t go away. 

“And you know what? You can shove your whole fucking booth, too. We don’t stand for trannies in this school,” the guy said, reaching to grab at the club’s poster.

Please, can you just shut the fuck up? 

And then there was another person on the scene, Remus striding over from the speech booth with a bloodthirsty glint in his eye.

“What did you say, girlie?”

The guy took a step back, almost involuntarily. “Stay out of this, or you’re just as bad as they are.”

“Oh, I don’t think I will, worm’s meat,” said Remus. He seemed to be bubbling with anger, dark and deep. But why did he care? Why would Remus, of all people, defend the gay club on campus? Regardless of his motivations, Addie could only watch, rooted to the spot, as Remus went on. “Back off, or you’ll find your kneecaps unpleasantly reversed.”

“I’m not scared of you,” said the bully, although he sounded far less certain now.

“Shut your mouth,” Remus measured his words carefully, “Or I’ll tear off your nipples and shove them up your nose.” He grinned, wild and frenzied for a fight. And the bully gave it to him.

“You wouldn’t dare,” the guy said, taking two steps forward to shove him. Remus was too quick, and sidestepped to grab his arm as he went past.

“Is that a challenge?” 

With that, they were on top of each other, Remus yelling out obscenities and clawing, biting, fighting dirty like there was no tomorrow. The other kid, although bigger, really had gotten in over his head. He spun wildly, trying to get Remus off of him, to no avail. Someone was screaming. Then, something red wading into the fray.

As quickly as it had started, it was over. 

Roman had his brother by the back of his shirt and was dragging him off. 

“I will peel your skin off layer by layer like an onion until you are nothing more than a bony husk, you bastard, you scum of the earth, go die in a hole and fester until even the vultures won’t touch you—”

He kept going, the words flowing, unendingly, all the way until the door to the office shut behind them and Remus’ voice was cut off from the quad.

Addie was shocked into silence, along with most of the students present. Remus getting into a fight wasn’t exactly uncommon, but that was the angriest she had seen him in a long time. Thank goodness Roman was around, or it was possible nothing would have been able to get him to stop. As it was, the kid lay bleeding out of deep scratches across his face and arms. It was like he had been mauled. In a way, she supposed he had.

Not to say what Remus did was right, but Addie was just about ready to punch the kid herself. The things he was saying, the purposeful misgendering, it just cut. Deep. And she didn’t know why. At least I’m not trans. I couldn’t bear to have those words thrown my way.

Wait.

Fuck, what if I’m trans?

It would explain so much, it would hurt so much, it would be a blessing and a curse and everything rolled into one, and oh no I’m spiraling how did this happen . 

Deep breaths, take deep breaths, get out of this damn crowd get out get out.

She made it behind the booths, there was a little bit of an open area here and the pressure on her lungs let up, just a little bit. But then there was someone there with her.

“Addie?” said Patton, quietly. He reached out but she stepped away, pressing her hands over her ears because why did her name hurt this much? The pressure clamped back down and she was struggling to breathe and Patton did the right thing this time, he stepped back but he kept talking to her.

“Hey, can you look at me? It’s going to be okay. Let’s count, alright? Just breathe with me and count. In for one, two, three, four, hold it with me for one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, you’re doing great. Let’s breathe out now…”

Patton kept up the steady rhythm and Addie slowly came back to herself, out of that dark hole that was far too easy to fall into. 

“Sorry, Pat,” she studied her shoes, trying to keep up the focus on her breathing.

“Aww it’s okay, I always want to be here for you, you know that right? I’m Patt-on call!”

“I—” she resolved to just let that one slide, “Thanks.”

“No problem, kiddo! But I think we might want to head off to class now, lunch is over.”

Sure enough, all the booths had been packed up while Addie wasn’t watching. It was disorienting, to say the least. All that was left was empty tables and a few drops of blood on the pavement.

Addie tried to put it out of her mind as quickly as possible.

They headed off to 3rd period.

She tried to breathe.

She couldn’t tell whether she was succeeding.

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