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*insert trumpet and screech noise*
#furry#furry art#furry anthro#anthro art#furry dog#furry alien#amlien and virgil#they're making sound so real
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to know that song (and all its words) (10)
just like virgil, it's time we get to look at the raiders' attack from a few different perspectives :)
warnings: violence, blood and injury, implied minor character death, guilt, fear, lmk if i missed any
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CAMERA LOG SF 7
DESIGNATION: LOADING BAY
20:34:27
âYou hurt him,â Patton said, and he barely even recognized the sound that came out of him as his own voice.
The crowd of aliens was frightening, the way all aliens were to him, but there were some advantages to being monsters, and one of them was that aliens were scared of him back. They parted before him like leaves scattered by a leafblower, his steps unimpeded as he made his way to where a bundle of familiar feathers and fuzz laid. Unnatural, twitching movements spasmed through them, but they hadnât gone deathly stillâ not yet.
Whatever the leader alien was saying was lost to the distant buzzing in Pattonâs head. Loganâs response made it through, just barely. His voice had dropped into that icy pitch that meant he was well and truly angry, an ominous tone that made something primal and hunted in the back of Pattonâs mind shiver to life.
Be ready, it said. Weâll have to fight soon.
He hated fighting more than anything else in space, even the tests. He hated seeing the fear set in, with bristling spines or flinching spikes or rolling, panicked eyes. He hated the way alien bones and bug shells gave way so easily, like they were made of hollow styrofoam or old eggshell.
Feathersâ arm was broken, snapped with a nasty, jutting-out bit of bone that made him feel sick to even see. Patton remembered the chalky taste of shock when he broke his wrist as a kid, the way the hurt had overwhelmed everything, the cautionary tales about grabbing little creatures or bothering baby birds, because they would die from the shock and the stress sometimes.
Aliens were so much more delicate than the little beings back home.
Thereâs a sob, somewhere in the back of Pattonâs throat. He folded it down carefully, because he was surrounded by danger and because Feathers was still alive, and so he couldnât just give up or break down, not even with all his fear and dread mixing into a horrible, pulsing mess in his gut.
Feathers had always been spirited, from the first moment the three of them snuck onto the little guyâs ship. Patton repeated this to himself like a mantra as he crouched next to them, feeling his lips wobble a little at the sight of their little head craning slightly to see him.
Their eyes narrowed into little crescents, and they made a small, warbling chirp that seemed to get a little tangled halfway through the sound. Feathers had made a lot of sounds, but none of them had ever sounded like this. The high pitched whistling breaths sounded a lot like almost-whines, like a hurt dog begging for help, but Feathers didnât even seem to know that they were making them.
The alien leader kept speaking as Patton carefully slotted his hands under Feathersâ small, too-light form. The cadence of the words was songlike and mocking, and Patton could practically feel the way Loganâs ire sharpened to a honed point, aimed directly at them like the tip of a saber. Whatever the stranger had said, it hadnât helped their case at all.
And that was saying something, considering that theyâd already dug the hole pretty deep by hurting Feathers, who theyâd all grown attached to despite Loganâs best efforts.
Patton has to blink back the automatic tears when he sees Feathersâ arm up close, trying his absolute hardest to lift them into his arms without jarring the injury. He had to hurry; the last thing they needed was for Patton to be stuck on the wrong side of the room with precious cargo during their plan.
Feathers was still conscious as Patton made his way back over to Loganâs side, the hair on the back of his neck prickling in nervous anticipation all the way. They seemed⊠out of it, their antenna flicking in strange little circles and their feathers puffing up and smoothing back down as waves of trembling pain seemed to work through their little body.
Patton clutched them a little closer, exchanged a brief look with Logan, and scrunched his eyes closed, knowing that heâd need the advantage once Roman flipped the switch. Next to him, Logan would be doing the same, only keeping the slightest sliver of vision to make sure they werenât ambushed.
Even knowing it was coming, he still flinched away from the burst of noise when Logan whistled the signal.
The final whistle had barely faded into silence when the orange-pink of the back of his eyelids flicked to an unmistakable pitch black.
For a moment, Patton was back in the labs. He moved to grasp for Roman in the dark, knowing that the only way he could help him through these punishments was to grab on and hold tightly, prove that he wasnât alone in the dark through whispered words and interlaced fingers.
The only thing his hand found was empty air, and next to him, the silhouette of Logan moved.
Right. He had a different friend to look after this time, and if he didnât hurry, heâd be leaving Logan to deal with an entire shipâs worth of armed aliens on his own. The moment of disorientation would serve as an effective distraction for a few momentsâ but only that.
He twisted on his heel, ignoring the sicking crunch of impact from a few feet away to lunge back through the doors theyâd come in through, turning and sprinting down the hall for onetwothreefourfivesix long steps and turn again, reach out and there was the little open shelf area built into the wall for storage.
This was where he tucked Feathers, the lowest part of the shelf, pushed to the back corner, his heart breaking a little at the pain they were so obviously in.
He left them there with a whispered promise to return, his heart pumping rapidly as he bolted back to where he could hear shouting and the beginnings of screaming, steeling himself as he picked up the heavy section of pipe Logan had left leaning against the wall outside.
They were in this together. No matter how much he hated it, he hated the idea of not standing between his best friends and deathâ or worseâ more.
With a shuddering inhale, he plunged into the fight.
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CAMERA LOG SF 9
DESIGNATION: CONNECTOR HALL 3
20:40:56
When the sudden darkness hit, Loganâs eyes had been slightly cracked, and so his vision was still partially impaired.
So, for the first few seconds of the fight, he worked off memory alone.
While the pointless, infuriating conversation heâd had with the raidersâ apparent boss had done their opponents absolutely no favors, Logan had never been one to waste an opportunity. Heâd spent the duration of it scanning the room, taking in the aliens closest to him, the ones between him and the boss, and the ones with long-range weaponry held ready.
He went for the ones with paralyzing guns first, because the risk of being hit by a stray shot outweighed the potential of letting them fire off their weapons blindly in a panic, and because it gave him higher odds of hitting targets that werenât immediately lethal, like hands or arms or even tails.
In his experience, flight was a much stronger impulse than fight for most aliens. Seeing as they had far less adrenaline to numb the pain of an injury and allow them to keep fighting through it, Logan understood why.
He also understood that it made diving into the middle of a herd of opponents much less dangerous. The moment the first few cries of pain and crunches of wrenched limbs rang out, there was a frantic scattering away from the center of the room, like a bowl of marbles dropped on the floor.
Good. The less casualties between him and his goal, the quicker this would be over with.
Even as he twisted around the attempted strike of a heavy, lumbering alien, his thoughts still felt like a looping record, dragged back again and again to those moments before they walked in.
Heâd been the one to hold up their sign for wait, paused as though he was assessing the situation even though he knew from the cameras that the Ampen had already been taken hostage.
It had been to satisfy his own curiosity, to justify his own paranoia when it came to their surprisingly resilient impromptu pilot.
The other two hadnât been in space as long as he had, hadnât been exposed to the depths that aliens would sink to when it came to humans. Heâd taken pains to try and keep it that way, though it sometimes felt as though they were undermining his efforts with how friendly they were, even after everything.
He knew why. Roman and Patton both had far more sociable natures than him, and a willingness to believe the best of others that had been stamped out of him. It was only natural that they would be curious about the first alien theyâd met that didnât hold any sort of power over them.
Logan had attempted to warn themâ an attack could stem just as easily from fear and ignorance as it could malice and greed. Feathers, as Roman had so creatively dubbed him, certainly seemed terrified and spiteful enough from the very start.
And yet, even heâd started growing lax in the face of the unexpected kindnesses that the Ampen had granted them. Guidance on the food stocks they had, explanations on the facilities, and a slow but steady easing of tensions the longer both parties went without hurting each other.
They certainly seemed to alarm and bewilder the little alien at every opportunity, that much Logan was more than practiced enough in alien body language to pick up on, but there was understanding there, too.
And it certainly wasnât greed that motivated Feathers. Theyâd balked at the Dren canister as though heâd been offering them a severed head on a plate, rather than a rare resource that many aliens were willing to commit atrocities to obtain.
It was the best outcome Logan could have asked for.
It was too good to be true.
So, heâd heard the leader offer Feathers a way out, coaxing them with promises of pest removal, and heâd waited.
Because he wanted proof that heâd been right to keep his distance. Because heâd been so sure that this was it, this was the moment that he was betrayed again, except now it wasnât only his life at risk, but that of the other two, as well.
Because nobody in space cared what happened to a few humans. Not when âhumanâ was synonymous with âmonsterâ.
âI donât⊠give starscourge pirates shit,â Feathers had spat, words vehement even as their body refused to do more than dangle limply from their captorâs grasp. âNobody on this ship⊠âcept me, anyhow.â
For the first time since heâd left Earthâs atmosphere, Logan realized that his worst fears were unfounded.
Heâd been stunned. Almost too dumbfounded to think, let alone move.
And somewhere in that unforgivable moment of hesitation, Feathers stalwart refusal to give them up made them expendable.
âUseless,â the leader had hissed, the vitriol dragging Loganâs mind back online just in time to hear a splintering crunch.
The high-pitched shriek of pain only lasted for a handful of seconds before it cut off, and Logan had forced himself to move before his lapse in judgement cost their smallest crewmember any more than it already had.
Only half of his mind was on the conversation, the other half spinning wildly out of control as he watched Patton retrieve Feathers and knew from his tremulous expression alone that it was bad.
âBadâ for a human was fatal for an alien, more often than not.
âLogan, eight o'clock!â Pattonâs familiar voice snapped him back into the present, and Logan stuck a hand out to smoothly receive the pipe Patton tossed his way.
He forced himself to focus, grounding himself with the sensation of his fingers around the cool metal of the makeshift weapon. Patton was at his side. Feathers had been safely removed from the situation.
There was only one matter he could afford to worry about now, and it was ensuring that he and his companions remained free and safe.
Logan stepped forward and swung, aiming to win.
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CAMERA LOG SF 3
DESIGNATION: MAINFRAME ROOM
20:49:16
Waiting for the all-clear signal had been one of the most painful things Roman had ever had to do.
Up until now, every battle theyâd faced, from their daring escape to boarding Feathersâ ship, had been with all three of them fighting together.
To sit in the dim red glow of the emergency light, holding a sharp twisted bit of scrap metal and his heart in his throat, ears straining for any sign that his only friends in the whole of space were alrightâ it was torture.
Even so, he sat.
Roman would be less than useless in the darkness that played such an instrumental role in their plan, his body responding to the threat and locking down regardless of what his mind had to say. He would become a liability, and the absolute last thing he wanted was to be used against them.
When the whistle finally cameâ one long call, and then two short burstsâ he wasted no time before flicking the lights back on and sprinting down the halls.
Something tight and terrified in his chest loosened the moment the lighting fixtures flickered back to life, but it didnât fully release its grip on him until he turned a corner and saw Logan, whole and unharmed.
Only Logan.
âPattonâ?â he started the moment Logan turned fully to face him.
âStill in the bay,â Logan replied immediately, and for once Roman was grateful for his utter lack of any sense of drama. âHeâs helping some of the more critically wounded with tourniquets and the like. They surrendered after I dispatched their leader and the more stringent bodyguards.â
Looking at the way he was splattered heavily with blood, one hand still white-knuckled around the equally-splattered pipe, Roman could imagine why.
âThatâs Padre for you,â he replied, trying to remain upbeat even as he detected something distinctly wrong with Loganâs expression. âIs Feathers with him?â
Loganâs face closed off even more, and it felt like an invisible hand was squeezing all the air out of Romanâs lungs.
âThey were injured. The severity isâŠ,â he stopped, looking pained. âI need you to guard the main door so I can retrieve them and assess the damage.â
âGo,â Roman said immediately, reaching out and tugging the pipe from his grasp. âDonât just give up, Specs. I mean, we donât just have our resources now, right? Thereâs an entire ship full of supplies right here, and another connected to it. How often do you want to bet space pirates get injured on the job?â
Logan nodded, jerky at first and then smoothing into something more determined. âRight.â
Without another word, he headed down the hall, and Roman took a few deep breaths. He could keep it together for everyone. It didnât matter if the composure was fake, so long as he acted it out well enough.
By the time Logan returned, he was put-together enough not to balk at the sight of Feathers cradled in his arms like a corpse.
The first thing Feathers had negotiated for was the right to walk for themself. They hadnât let anyone else hold them since then, still snapped at fingers if Roman tried to pet them even a little.
There was a faint chirping, interspersed with a few nonsense syllables that might have been trying to be words, and Logan drew to a stop immediately, peering down at his passenger.
âAre you with us?â Logan asked, carefully moving a hand to hover over Feathers in an attempt to keep the bright overhead lights from blinding them.
They flinched a little, and then opened their eyes a little further and slowly moved their gaze to stare at Logan.
âYouâre badly injured,â Logan told them bluntly in Common, a frantic edge to his voice. âWe need to know what sort of treatment will work for you, what kind of medicineâ and what amount, as wellâ is safe for Ampens. Itâs very important, Feathers. Can you tell me?â
Roman couldnât even find it in himself to tease Logan for giving in and using their nickname, too caught up in scanning Feathersâ tiny face for any signs of comprehension, any hope that they would be able to properly treat their wound.
After a few long seconds of blank staring, Feathers straightened up slightly and pushed their head up to butt against the palm of Loganâs hand, like an affectionate cat seeking attention.
Logan went still, like he was being held at gunpoint, and exchanged a desperate, pained look with Roman.
Feathers made a few tiny peeps, more vulnerable that theyâd ever let themself be around them before, and Roman struggled not to be overcome by the feeling of his heart sinking right through the floor.
Hesitant and desolate, Logan smoothed his hand over their feathers as carefully as he could. Feathers crooned quietly and slowly settled back into unconsciousness, tiny muscle spasms still rolling through them every so often.
âFind their medic,â Logan said, and when Roman looked up, he found that his friend had settled into the harsh, sharp-edged version of himself, the one he used to harden himself to what they needed to do if they wanted to survive.
Theyâd all found a little of that in themselves, over the months spent in captivity. Logan had tried to use it to keep a protective shell between himself and their fluffy, stressed out pilot, but Roman was more than willing to use it on Feathersâ behalf.
âIâll have Patton bring the first one we find to the medical room,â he agreed with a nod, already turning to head into the bay. âOnce weâve got the other ship locked down, weâll meet you there. Take good care of them until then?â
Loganâs expression twisted the slightest amount, before firming into something determined. âI will.â
#sanders sides fic#alien au#humans are deathworlders#ts patton#ts roman#ts logan#ts virgil#tktsaaiw#to know that song and all its words#my writing#writing
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Chat do you hear me imagine hyuluka as anxceit chat listen to me hyuluka anxceit chat can you hear m-
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Analogical shippers, I offer you this Alien Logan x Human Virgil drawing I made. I feel like I could have made the background nicer, but this is how it turned out. Logan has flying powers, and wants Virgil to join him for a flight.
#sanders sides#sanders sides fanart#logan sanders#logan sanders fanart#virgil sanders#virgil sanders fanart#alien logan sanders#human virgil sanders#sanders sides au#digital art#fanart#analogical#virgil x logan
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Virgil Finlay - Fantasy Illustration Original Art (undated) Source
#virgil finlay#fantasy#A grieving girl takes small solace against the bosom of a Medusa-like figure on an alien world
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âweeeeoooeoow looks liek i wont be starving toniteâ
âget away from me you fucking weirdoâ
#my favorite violent drug endorsing anti christian aliens#they have the same pants#sometimes they switch them around#dukexiety#sanders sides#remus sanders#virgil sanders
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Space Time Equations
Hello its a lovely day and Iâm here to make it lovelier with a new installment of the Space and Everything In It series (aka my Alien au staring human Virgil and Janus)
Summary: As the two resident Deathworlders on the ship, Virgil and Janus have to make a decision. Although its not much of one at all. Both of them seem to be on the same page about what they want to their future to be like.... right?
Word Count: 9364
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âErso.â
âNo.â
âAmidala.â
âNo.â
âSkywalker?âÂ
âVirgil,â Janus said without even bothering to open his eyes. âSo help me, if you say one more word I am going to smother you with this pillow.â
Virgil gently dragged his fingers through Janusâs blond curls for another moment, humming softly to himself as he had been doing for a good portion of the phisannu that they had been laying here together. Janus smelled like lavender, soft and calming and Virgil breathed in the scent, with every inhale, feeling hazy and soft in a way that he couldnât remember being before.Â
âOrgana?âÂ
And Janus, who was not a liar, who did not joke about this sort of thing, who did not pull punches or know the meaning of the word mercy, jerked around and slammed the heaviest, thickest pillow they had into Viriglâs face as hard as he could.
Admittedly, it did hurt. Just a little. He hadnât quite gotten around to asking which of the numerous thousands of alien animals out there went into creating a pillow like the ones one the Mindscape, but their fur-feathers-fluff-whatever could get dense when it was packed together, which is how Janus liked his pillows for some reason, even back on Earth: weaponizable.
Virgil has found that the longer he spent around Janus, the more he remembered these little memories too: laying on Janusâs bed staring up at the ceiling because he was on the softest bed in the world, with a rock hard pillow under his head, and his brain wouldnât stop whispering about how there was really only a handful of inches between them, that if he really wanted to he could roll over and drape himself over Janusâs arm and if Janus freaked out he could pretend he was asleep and hadnât realized what he was doing, that if he was lucky, Janus wouldnât wake up and Virgil would get to spend a few hours listening to his heartbeat and imagining they lived in a world where Virgil was a little braver and capable of actually asking Janus out and not scared to death of what would happen if he said "yes".Â
Of course, Virgil wouldnât dare admit that he had these thoughts to Janus now, but he held onto those memories that kept coming back like they were life preservers in the middle of the ocean that he somehow found himself drowning in. Patton, Logan, and Roman had done so well holding him afloat for so long, but now he could roll over and stare at Janus and he could thread the waves himself--
The pillow missed his head by a scant few inches.Â
âSolo?â Virgil gasped out ducking as another pillow reared back again.
âGo! To! Sleep!â Janus said, punctuating each word with a hit from his pillow shaped boulder. âAsshole!âÂ
Or at least that was what Virgil assumed he was saying. Virgil really was laughing too hard to make it out. He blocked a hit of the pillow with his left arm, and quickly flung another pillow into Janusâs stomach while he was distracted.Â
Janusâs laughter reminded Virgil of the sunlight streaming in through the windows of Janusâs room back on earth, of the surprising warmth of the pool water after Janus pushed him in at two thirty eight in the morning, of the electrifying feel of Janusâs hand over his mouth as Janusâs mother walked by the closet they were hiding in on her way to deal with some important emergency at her rich person job, unaware that Janus and Virgil just finished cleaning the dishes from the cookies they baked that were all wrapped in napkins and stuffed in Virgilâs pockets, nearly burning his hands--Â
Virgilâs own lips curled up at the sound, feeling his own (much more dumb sounding) laugh bubbling up his throat in the most disgusting display of absolute smitteness. It would be embarrassing; Virgil was embarrassed about it. Janus could be shoving a knife into his ribcage and Virgil would be entirely okay with it so long as he continued to look at Virgil the way that he was doing it right now. He couldnât even imagine what type of grief Roman would give him if he knew that Virgil was capable of such smittenness. Logan had already made his concerns very well known, and look how well that had gone!
Janus snatched Virgilâs sole pillow away and tossed it somewhere behind him in the nest of blankets the two of them had made in the common area and waved his own threateningly in the air over Virgilâs prone body.Â
âIâm armed and dangerous! Surrender!â he commanded, panting slightly as he fixed his golden hair back into a semi presentable state, trying to press away his smile by sheer force of will.
âHas anyone ever told you you're a complete bully?â Virgil asked with a teasing smile, even when Janus smacked him again in the face. âThis is a breach of my human rights! Freedom of speech!âÂ
âWeâre in SPACE!âÂ
âIâm still a human!â
âYouâre going to be a corpse if you donât shut up!â
âI love when you threaten me,â Virgil said and watched the glorious red blush take over Janusâs face from behind the pillow being smacked into his face again. âI love you.â
âShut Up,â Janus said back, and Virgil almost thought he might be begging, if begging was ever a thing that those pesky Ekans were taught.Â
Without giving Janus much more than a second to prepare himself, Virgil sat up and snatched the pillow from Janus's already distracted hands. Janus let it go without too much of a struggle, content to catch his breath as Virgil reached through the infinite inches between them and cupped the side of Janus's face, as gently as he would hold a thunderstorm in a glass ornament. His fingers had memorized Janusâs cheek, his strangely cool skin, the way that a single touch sent electric shivers through Virgil, but there was always something invigorating about doing it, about Janus allowing him to do it, about how at least one of young-Virgilâs dreams had come true.
The faint scar lines on his cheek were barely visible now, far more distant than the actual memories of the Polâtur ship and Janusâs previous crew. In certain lights, Virgil had noted that it looked almost like golden cracks on his seamless skin, like elaborate stage makeup that could be brushed away to reveal that picture perfect memory of that boy that had been Virgilâs entire world, as if with a careless movement Virgil would erase everything that had happened between Earth and now.
Something in his chest twisted and Virgil shoved it down as hard and sharply as he could.
Janus had missed a few wisps of hair that floated lightly in an invisible wind out of his tidy hair cut, and his breaths came out in undignified huffs that would have been unbecoming and unthinkable if they were still back on Earth. He was wearing another one of Virgil's Quitan-cut shirts that promotes someâŠretail resort or something in Quintarian, something so cheap that the dye was likely to bleed onto his skin. He's staring at Virgil with a lightness in those eyes of his that he couldn't have learned from his parents, his friends, Earth itself.
He wasnât the same as he was back then. Virgil wasnât the same and he didnât want either of them to be.
Janusâs lips were soft pink, like sparkling rosĂ© wine, a hint of his tongue as he licked to wet them in a suddenly shy manner. Virgil suddenly couldnât look away from them, from the curve of Janusâs jaw and the soft skin of his neck that Virgil suddenly had a very stupid thought to start kissing.
Super stupid. The most stupid.
So extremely stupid, in fact that Janus leaned forward, muscles rolling until he was in Virgil's lap, and each and every one of their atoms were singing about it and Virgil still almost thought that he had slipped into dreamland and started hallucinating this whole thigh.
Thing. Not thigh. Though that was 100% Janusâs thigh right there.
"This okay?" Janus whispered cautiously, as if a single hitch if Virgilâs breath would be enough to scare him to the other side of the room, straight through the walls and into the void around them.Â
There could be galaxies exploding around them, and Virgil wouldn't have even noticed.
âMore than,â he whispered back, his lungs traitorously out of breath, mouth strangely dry, the urge to say so many stupid things-- âYou⊠you are very pretty.â
âSo Iâve been told,â Janus said, half teasing. His arms snaked around Virgilâs torso, coming to a rest on the waistband of Virgilâs pajamas. The whole world breathed for an eternity, in and out, in and out and in and--
âYouâre not so bad looking yourself,â Janus hummed, barely a hairâs breadth away from Virgilâs lips himself. Virgil could turn his head and kiss him and Janus would probably be really into that.Â
âI think we were supposed to be sleeping,â and why did he say that.
Janus laughed, warm and flattering and it does not make Virgilâs brain do anything other than short circuit like one of his dumb robots.Â
âI seem to recall,â Janus said. âThat I was sleeping, and that there was someone else here who was not sleeping.â
âSounds like a dumbass.â please someone just shoot him with a blaster right now.
âI still like him,â Janus said. His fingers tapped on his waist, slowly and methodically and very dangerously. Virgilâs chest froze, his heart beating so rapidly that he was pretty sure that Janus could hear it, based on that smirk that followed. Avenged Sevenfold could probably make a bomb ass song with just his heartbeat as the drums.
âDo you?â
He didnât even realize heâd spoken until Janusâs eyes narrowed, and suddenly Virgil wanted to melt into a puddle of Deathworlder goo and pretend he didnât exist at all. It was pathetic, his voice breaking without warning like he really cared all that much about Janus liking him. He did care. He cared so much.
Being the center of Janusâs care, being the object of his affection was something that younger-Virgil would have scoffed about, but now that he had it, now that he was it, Virgil could see exactly why so many people let the Ekans family stomp over them for it.
((âDonât you have somewhere to be little Cikery? Go back to sleep. In your bed or Janusâs. I donât care.â
âSomething tells me you actually do.â))
 Why so many people lost their fucking minds over Janusâs addictive attention.
âI do,â Janus said in that tone of his that spoke laws of physics into the world, that made people stop to listen, that made Virgil almost believe him all the time. âNothing he can do can really make me stop liking him. Not even him disrupting the best chance of sleep that Iâve had since Remus knocked me out with his toxin, oh when was that? Three days ago? Speaking of, are you going to tell me what the two of you talked about?â
((âYou just turn right around, get into that escape pod, and eject yourself into space.â))
âWhat?â Virgil stuttered, blinking away the sudden onslaught of Remusâs stupid face peering out from the darkness. âI didnât-- we didnât--âÂ
âVirgil.âÂ
âJust a totally friendly conversation!â Virgil said. âI donât even remember what we talked about!â
It wasnât entirely a lie and Virgil wasnât entirely a coward; Remus was several layers of conversation stacked on each other with a knife shaped core that cut anything that got close and every time Virgil thought about their late night rendezvous he got a worse feeling in his chest about it.Â
After Remus had gone to bed, Virgil had somehow stumbled back to his own room and spent the rest of the night staring at the little lights of his glowing plants and thinking far too much about nothing at all. He thought that when the morning broke, he would tell everyone that Remus was⊠and that was as far as he had gotten because he wasnât sure what Remus was at all.Â
He was insane, except not really. He was dangerous, except not exactly? He was a captain, except not anymore.Â
So in the end⊠Virgil hadnât said anything about Remus nearly killing him and Remus hadnât said anything about Virgil almost killing him in turn, and Roman had complained something terrible about a hangover at breakfast and everyone else had acted as if they hadnât noticed anything unusual. To Virgilâs knowledge no one had been into the Transporter Room since then and no one had asked after things that were mysteriously missing from around the ship, and no one had pointed out that Virgil had some form of PTSD that was diagnosable by alien standards.
But Janus was staring at him like he could see the bruising around Virgilâs neck that he had been religiously using a skrad healing pad to get rid of since the other night. Â
âRemus doesnât do âfriendlyâ conversations,â Janus said, like someone with a very long list of examples in his back pocket.
âExactly!â Virgil said. âHe was looking for tips on how to do it! And asked me. The expert on friendly, completely normal, non-fighting conversations that do not involve nearly killing each other at all.â
Janus was silent for a whole minute, letting Virgil come to terms with every word that he just spewed into the air. Virgil almost thought that maybe he would let him get away with it too, just for the sheer audacity of the attempt; the same way that some of Virgilâs teacherâs used to let him get away with doing only a fourth of their homework for the full completion grade just so he wouldnât be completely failing their classes.
âYou are a terrible liar,â Janusâs lips pressed together in that way that read as both amusement and annoyance and Virgil offered his best approximation of mental regret and apologies via telepathy that he doesnât have.
âCan we get back to kissing?â
Janus leaned forward just enough to peck his cheek, short, sharp, and definitely too quick for Virgil to catch with his own lips. It was horribly unfair that Janus could use such a tactic with the ease of a master magician, and yet Virgil somehow always ended up the fool for him.Â
âYouâll get more when you tell me whatâs up with you and Remus.â
As far as cruel and unusual punishments, Virgil thought that this might have been the cruelest. Of course, Janus wouldnât know anything about that though, tap, tap, tapping his fingers on Virgilâs waist teasingly, and lording the scent of lavender over Virgilâs head. He was used to how his own silva tasted and didnât know that Virgil was finding himself with a horrible, terrible shortage of Janus silva in his mouth.
Jesus Christ what is wrong with him; what was that fucking sentence--?
 âHow did you even know we talked?â Virgil whined.
Janus huffed another laugh, running one of his fingers in a circle on Virgilâs hip. âWell, first of all, I have eyes, Virgil.â
Okay, so what? He probably noticed that Virgil had been very quick to evacuate locations where Remus suddenly appeared. That wasnât totally unusual; before the other night Virgilâs run-ins with Remus had been non-existent and neither of them had even been trying to avoid one another.Â
Or well Virgil hadnât been trying to avoid Remus. He wasnât sure if Remus had been avoiding him, avoiding what he represented, avoiding the urge to rip out Virgilâs spine and sell it to his Black Market Alien Friends Who Might Not Have Actually Been Friends Because Remus Wasnât Actually All That Bad And Now Remus Was Crewless And Virgil Is Intimately Aware Of How Horrible It Can Be To Be Alone.Â
Fuck.Â
âCan we talk about something else? Please. Or even go back to not talking at all! I wonât say anything and you can sleep.â
Janus hummed in that way that sounded exactly like his mother and Virgil (remembered the Robotics Competition, the Police Investigation, the TV Interviews--) used all his will power to suppress his flinch.Â
âVirgil,â Janus said.
âIt wasnât important. Just a talk between two guys! Nothingâs going to come of it. You can trust me about that, right?â
Janus hesitated, and Virgil felt very much like he had taken a cheap shot on him, even though trust hadnât really ever been a question between them. Their relationship had started with Janus trusting Virgil with the most dangerous secret he had, and Virgil had taken it right to Janusâs grave with him, lips sealed even when Janusâs parents had painted him into the monster that suited their needs.
Not that Janus knew that. Not that Janus had any reason to suspect that Virgil had been the sole inheritor of blame for every bad thing on Earth. Not that Virgil was ever going to tell Janus if he could help it.
Virgil was a coward by nature, born and bred, and running away from conversations was just something wired into him intuitively.
âOkay,â Janus said finally, voice low and rumbling and still somehow clearly enunciated. He rolled his tongue over the Common Word, as if it left a bad taste in his mouth when he said it. âOkay, Virgil, I trust you.â
Virgil delicately brings his hand back up to Janusâs face, rubbing his thumb over the corner of his lips. Janus let a smile flick over himself at the touch, showing off the hints of teeth under those pretty kissable pink lips. Virgil tilted his head up slightly as if he could entice Janus to let the conversation fall out of his mind entirely.
Janus surged forward in the next breath and their lips collided, bringing with him a tidal wave of warmth, warmth, warmth. Virgil breathed in lavender, and breathed out a series of nonsensical delighted noises that his younger self would have been utterly horrified to hear him making about Janus Ekans.Â
Virgil hadnât exactly ever felt like a soft person: his parents had molded him into something with jagged edges and a distrust of everyone and everything; Mr. and Mrs. Ekans had sharpened those edges into something that looked like they could cut, even though Virgil had never hurt someone before. When he was on the Weslor Fighting Rings, he had forced those blades into reality to keep himself alive, to survive, to continue breathing even when he couldnât think of a reason to want to.Â
And even though those blades had shattered against Loganâs rock exterior, dulled to something less effective, less dangerous, less⊠less under the buzzing, welcoming, all accepting blanket that was the Mindscape, they were still there and Virgilâs habit of grabbing for them when he stressed was hard to unlearn. Heâd let himself loosen his hold on those jagged edges, although they still fit in his hands, although his mind still remembered how to hold them, although he felt like he needed to look over his shoulder a lot of the time. He could stop being Virgil Storm, but he would have to be Virgil the Deathworlder for the rest of his life, and there wasnât a single alien that would look at a Deathworlder and not attack first.
So he didnât consider himself soft, but under Janusâs hands he became malleable to whatever his golden haired half desired. He didnât think about losing the steel plated spine heâd grown that had helped him stand when the whole world was against him, but Janusâs body warmth made it melt into the pillows around them. He wasnât squishy, he wasnât kind; he was barely even polite.Â
But Janusâs tongue made him want to practice his pleases and thank yous.Â
Janus pulled back, and Virgil wondered what type of will power one had to have to get that much strength. Virgilâs lungs gasped and panted, baying for air, and Janus was smiling at him in that stupid, very kissable way of his that should have been illegal. He was a menace, a Problem with a capital P, a warning sign that was one day going to be the death of Virgil.
And Virgil wouldnât look away for the ending of the universe, his mind a strangely static version of calmness that only comes from having one single thought on repeat:
âSo⊠what are we doing now?â
âDepends,â Janus said dangerously. âAre you going to be a good boy for me?â
And if Virgil were in any other state of mind, he might have been embarrassed by how fast and fervently he replied, âYes.â
Janus ghosted a kiss over Virgilâs lips and Virgil would chase him if there weren't those hands on his waist reminding him to stay still. Janus smiled at him, so pretty and amazing and wonderful and he leaned in close to Virgil cheek, pressing light soft imprints up his cheek bone and back towards his ear. Virgilâs chest hummed in the charged silence, his heart thumping with a giddy hope, absolutely ready for whatever Janus wanted him to do.
There was a breath. Janus hovered just to the left of his face, pressing a kiss to the tip of Virgilâs ear.
And then.Â
âApologize for keeping me awake,â Janus whispered about as delicately as a fucking moon crashing into their spaceship.
âAre you kidding me?!â Virgil moaned. âAre you fucking serious?â
âIâm waitingâŠ.â
Virgil threatened to wriggle but Janusâs hands were a very strong reminder of why he didnât want to, of the things he was going to get if he just did it, of how much he was in love with Janus.
âYou are actually an asshole,â Virgil said, tilting his head up. âSuch an asshole. Iâm sorry for talking. Iâm sorry that I interrupted your sleep. Iâm sorry that your stupid face likes mine. Now please kiss me again, you fucker.â
Janus laughed and all at once pushed forward. Their lips matched up, like puzzle pieces, like perfectly cut metal plates, like missing pieces of code that suddenly made the incredibly sappy part of his brain start to function all over again. Virgilâs back grinded into the floor; one of their bunched up blankets was tangled under his spine like a knot that definitely was going to hurt later but Virgil couldnât find it in himself to care as Janus helped himself to laying completely on top of him. There were sparks in Virgilâs mind, lighting up his whole existence brighter than any light that Logan might have been able to produce.Â
Janus kissed deep and fierce, his hands glided up under Virgilâs shirt tracing whatever muscles that he could find and everything in Virgil was at risk to actually, physically explode. He tasted like that sweet tea that Patton liked, and Virgil grinned at the thought of him slipping the tea bags into one of the mugs that Patton had once bought for Virgil when Logan had explained that Virgil would be staying (with them, on their ship, in Space That Was As Far From Earth As He Could Get).
Virgilâs fingers threaded through Janusâs hair, ruffling it the way that Mrs. Ekans would have hated with a passion. Virgil kissed her son the way that she would have hated too: messy and sweet and imperfect. Their teeth knocked, their noses seem to suddenly be in the wrong position on their faces, the fact that they have to breathe through their faces seems to be an epic design flaw that Virgil needs to talk to some godly entity about--
âFuck--â Virgil gasped.
âThatâs the idea,â Janus heaved, far too pleased with himself.
âDid you put a sock on the door?â
âRemus takes that as an invitation to come in. But if youâre nice and quiet we donât have to worry about--â
âTHATâS FUNDAMENTALLY FLAWED!â A voice yelled from the doorway, and all at once Virgil remembered that there are four other aliens on the ship and there arenât actually doors to the living room area that they all come to hang out in when they finish their duties around the ship.
Janus jumped off him, practically to the other side of the room, face so red that he could have been mistaken for Roman if he had a bit more spikes. Virgil, himself, wasnât sure he was any better: his lungs were still recovering and his brain was screeching with a sudden emptiness that made focusing on damage control nearly impossible. His heart was beating in his throat strangling all the oxygen molecules that might possibly come through.
"Oh, hey⊠PatâŠLo," Virgil said. "It's⊠uhâŠnot what it looks like?"
Neither Patton nor Logan look like they believed that, but to be fair Virgil guessed that if he walked in on two of the deadliest creatures in existence tossing around on the floor, with those words coming from them, he also wouldn't believe that they were being Family Friendly and Safe for Work. Logan had his upper two arms covering Pattonâs very large, emotion-radar eyes as if he could block out the most-likely very bright silhouettes that were Virgil and Janus. Patton himself was flushed, hanging upside down from the rafters of the ship per his usual method of traveling around and despite him being the oldest being Virgil knows, he was seeming to try to look anywhere else other than at them.
âVirgil,â Logan said clinically. âI respect that you both are consenting creatures and while I am extremely curious about Deathworlder biology and mating rituals--â
âI already regret this more than you could possibly know,â Virgil yelped out. âPlease just kill me.â
âIt was a joke! We were not actually goingâŠtoâŠ.â Janus said at the same time. âThat would be⊠completely disrespectful to the hospitality you have already provided me--â
âTotally disrespectful!â Virgil agreed. âWe would never!â
âAnd honestly the fact that you think we would!â Janus added. âWhat sort of Cikeriy do you take us for? In fact, I think I am insulted by the insinuation!â
Virgil frowned, squinting. âWait, what is a Cikeriy?â
Janus shook his head in a way that means heâll explain later, although just from the context Virgil got the impression that he owed Remus some massive dental work.Â
"Do you kiddos have a moment?" Patton asked carefully.Â
And it was then that Virgil clocked howâŠnervous Patton looked. Immediately he felt his shoulders tense, glancing beyond the Reytin and Tenekarie towards the door as if he would spy some secret alien stow away pointing a blaster at their backs. But the doorway was empty and Janus tapped two fingers onto Virgil's side without a trace of his previous amusement in those pretty brown eyes.
âYeah, uh, yeah we do,â Virgil said.Â
âNot a lot of time,â Janus said, still not looking anywhere in their direction. âWe were quite busy. Being respectful guests on your ship and nothing else, of course.âÂ
Of course, he said. Of course nothing else, especially not when Janus was fluttering his eyes, making them look large and wet and arguably innocent, because he was an actor long before he was Virgilâs crush and his favorite pastime was seeing what sort of trouble he could get Virgil in.Â
âOh-kay,â Patton said, flipping around and hanging with his legs from the rafter, so he was a bit closer to their heights. It didnât help with how nervous he looked, although Virgil wouldnât exactly describe any of his mannerisms as nervous if he hadnât been basically family with the guy: there was something about his aura that was a little to the left, the chittering noise that he usually added to the end of his sentences was diluted, nearly non existent (Virgil assumed it was left over from the Reytin language, like when someone continued to roll their ârâsâ in English, but Virgil hadnât really heard any Reytin at all; Patton didnât like talking in it.) There was a seriousness to him, to his expression, to how he very obviously wanted Logan in there for this conversation that made Virgilâs own hackles rise with impending panic.
((âOh kiddo,â Patton said, between cracked and drying lips and taking a step back from him. âWhat did you do?â))
âThereâs not really an easy way to talk about this,â Patton--real, actual, alive-and-not-dying Patton from a dream that meant absolutely nothing to Virgilâs mental state-- said, wringing his three-fingered hands together, kneading his knuckles in a self-soothing motion and Virgil didnât exactly bite his tongue hard enough to bleed, but the pain forced him to focus. âUhm, Logie and I were talking and we think that you both might need to, uhmâŠâ
Patton glanced towards Logan for help in his wording and Virgilâs lungs shrivel up and die in his chest because this is it, Virgilâs finally outstayed his welcome, they donât have the supplies to keep hosting Virgil and Janus, and their means of getting money are exponentially higher when they donât have to worry about their clients freaking out about there being a Deathworlder, not to mention two of them involved in the action, honestly Virgil should just be happy they dealt with him for this long, he has always been nothing but a murde--
âWhat Patton means,â Logan cut in, a variety of purple lights trailing down his arms. âIs that we are unsure of how advanced Deathworlder education is about Space.â
âPardon?â Janus said.
âRationally speaking, and with no attempted insult here,â Logan said with a tone that usually suggested he was about to be horribly insulting in the way that only Tenekarie can be. âItâs a known fact that Deathworlders arenât the most tech savvy. Despite theoretically having the resources, the advancements of space travel for your kind is extremely lacking. Coupled with our own experiences in how truly infantile Virgilâs knowledge about the basics of ship navigation and survival on different planets-- both of which are taught before any proper school for my and Pattonâs races, and left us rather horrified to acknowledge that you were practically an unfortunately tall toddler--â
âIâm beginning to feel very insulted,â Virgil muttered.
â--It has been brought to our collective attention that the two of you might be completely unaware of Space Time,â Logan finished. The lights around his wrists pulsed a worried tempo of blue yellow and purple. Patton fidgeted at his post, his usual pleasant expression giving way to a more upset one when Virgil and Janus didnât immediately jump up to reassure them that the words âSpaceâ and âTimeâ meant something more than what they meant individually.
Janus shifted, uncomfortable in both his skin and in the idea that he might not know everything there is to know in the universe. âWhat is⊠Space Time?â
âI attempted to explain this to you, Virgil, but I had the feeling that your Common wasnât advanced yet for you to grasp the whole meaning,â Logan said. âI will attempt again with small words. Essentially, on the planet TS-001 in the year of Emperor Xiso, there was a Slewcuriz, who discovered that Xiyl based components could be run through a Joznu reduction and then mixed with Lerak, in a one to three Vogin, and Santel in a--â
âI can already tell you that if we had this conversation before I did not understand it,â Virgil said, blandly. âI donât understand it now.âÂ
âJust the basics,â Janus suggested. âI would love to listen to the full history lesson at a later point, but it seems your Reytin is about to flee into the vents from nerves.â
Patton let out a chittering squeak when both Virgil and Logan glance towards him. âIâm fine! Really! Itâs justâŠ.â He sighed, drooping. âReytins explained Space Time as the concept that Distance is unavoidably linked to Time. Because of this, objects in motion feel time at a slower rate than those that are standing still.â
âWhat?â Janus asked because he only won a Robotics Competition because his parents paid for the trophy to be handed to him, much like all his other science related achievements.
Virgil, who actually won a Robotics Competition, tilted his head and nodded. âNo wait, uh I do know about that. Itâs a physics thing; uh⊠specific relativity? No thatâs not right⊠Special Relativity?â He hummed for a moment before noticing that Janus still looked confused. âItâs like⊠time travel, kinda. How do I explain this to a non-science personâŠ.okay imagine you are on a train, alright? Iâm outside the train, by the train tracks, perfectly distanced between two trees. Your train is moving at the speed of light, but at the moment that your train passes by me lightning strikes both trees.â
Virgil mimicked the trees being blown up and Logan looked oddly fascinated by the explanation, as if he were listening to a child's attempt at explaining brain surgery.Â
âOkay?â Janus said warily.
âOkay, so I am outside the tracks. I would observe the trees both going up in flames at the same time. Simultaneously. But you, on your totally-real, not-a-safety-hazard train would be moving at light speed towards one tree and away from the other; as a result you would see lightning striking the tree ahead of you first and the one behind you second, with a noticeable difference in time.â
âW-why would that--?â
âBecause time is relative, but the speed of light is always the same,â Virgil said.
âThat makes no sense to me,â Janus said. âItâs happening at the same time.â
âFor me it would. But you would be moving, and therefore your perception of time is super out of whack.â
Janus crossed his arms. âIf this is such a big thing why donât I observe it when I wave to you from down the street? Or when Iâm driving a car?â
âThe time dilation has to be at literal light speed. I donât know about you but people who donât have a silver spoon up their ass usually donât have cars that go at light speeds.âÂ
Janusâs expression slipped into something far less amused and he pursed his lips.
âThatâs not all there is to it,â Logan cut in before Janus could retort. âBut at the very basic level I would assume that is close enough to Space Time. What had Patton and I concerned, is the manner of aging that comes associated with space travel.âÂ
He straightened his spine and stood slightly taller, like a teacher about to give a lecture. His lower two hands folded behind himself and the upper two brightly flashed yellow and purple twice as if intoning Look at me! Pay attention! There might be a Pop Quiz on this Tomorrow!Â
âAs you might have figured, part of traveling the vacuum of space is that our ships maintain a speed parallel to that of light. I believe you called it light speed? As such we are on a constant motion that largely outperforms that of any habitable planet. Because of this, we on this ship will experience time at the same rate, but we will be completely isolated from how anyone outside of this ship experiences time.â Logan gave them both a look. âObjects in motion experience time slower than those at a stand still.â
Janus squinted at him. âI feel like you are trying to tell me something.â
âWe experience time much slower than those on any planet.â
Janus turned to Virgil, hands raised in a question. Virgil wondered for a moment if this was how Janus always felt when Virgil was asking him to play translator for their notes in Spanish II back before everything ended. Perhaps he should have been paying Janus for his services as both a tutor and the sole reason Virgil didnât flunk out of his language courses before his junior year with something more than the promise to hold on to a secret and longing dreams he never told anyone about.
âOne more time, Lo,â Virgil asked.Â
Logan frowned and opened his mouth again, but instead of answering, Patton flipped down from the rafters and landed just a foot away from Virgil.Â
âTime passing for the people on your planet will stay the same, Virgil,â Patton said. âBut you arenât there anymore. The time that you and Janus have spent in space, planet hopping at light speed, you think itâs been, like two of your Earth kliansannu, right?â
âYears?â Janus echoed in English.
âThree, actually,â Virgil said, very much not liking where this was headed.
âThree?â Janus said.
âFor all we know of your Earth, it could have already been sixteen kliansannu,â Logan explained. âOr larger. Twenty eight? Thirty Two?â
Virgil didnât know where the sudden sick feeling in his chest came from but he became aware suddenly that it had settled in the hollow of his throat, bloated and twisted and gnarled around his vocal chords. Flashes of Earth flicked in his head: of his parents, of the town, of Earth as he knew it. It hadnât taken more than a year for the community council to agree to tear down the park playground he liked to hang out at night when he was fifteen; in sixteen years what would be left of the place he knew? Who would be left?
âWe canât possibly have been that lucky,â Janus said, bulldozing straight through the tangled web of realization that caught Virgil with his politicianâs son voice. He stood his ground, glaring at Logan as if daring him to fight on this. âYou truly believe that so much time has passed on Earth? We were already experimenting with deep space travel before I was abducted; they would have definitely branched out far enough to come in contact with a legitimate alien race by now.â
Logan frowned. âLegitimate?â
âWe arenât bringing this up to start a fight about Deathworlders!â Patton interrupted. âOr to freak either of you out! Itâs justâŠI⊠didnât get this option. To go back.â He squeezed his hands into fists. âI wanted to make sure you both have it.â
((Virgil has three plants in his room that glow in the dark, plants that Patton once gave him, plants that make Patton teary-eyed and quiet because they came from a planet that no longer existed.))
âTS-517 got blown up,â Patton said. âI was in a bar with Logan and Roman celebrating one of our first jobs together. I had lost track of Space Time; it was my motherâs birthday and she was waiting for me to come home and I was in a bar thinking I still had three more disannu.â Patton took a deep breath, horribly pained and hurting and telling.
âMy entire race, my planet, my home disappeared in an instant. If there is anything,â the Reytin stressed, âthat you can think of that you wouldnât be able to live without ever seeing againâŠthen believe me thatâs reason enough to go back to Earth.â
âI have everything I need right here,â Janus said resolutely, confidently, proudly. He took their hands and intertwined their fingers like he was making a promise and Virgilâs inner organs should not have been turning to mush at something so small.
âIâm sorry for your loss, Patton,â Janus said. âIâm sorry that you had to go through that, and that you have to carry that with you now. But there is nothing on the Deathworld that is worth going back for, much less worth having you break the interstellar space codes for.â
âVirgil?â Logan said, with a curiously blank tone that made Virgil feel like both of them just failed a test they hadnât known they were taking. His lower left hand rested on his belt where his interstellar nook was placed, ready for the next time he needed to do a SpaceGoogle search to figure out what laws they were breaking and figure out how to explain it away to possible Space Cops.
Virgil squeezed Janusâs fingers in his own hand.
âI mean,â Virgil said, with a shrug. âIâm sure thereâs a version of Romanâs Shishdouble that tastes like a Wendyâs chicken sandwich if Iâm in denial enough?â
That at least got a part of a laugh out of Patton, something sad and a little twisted and mourning people that Virgil would never get to know. Logan was still looking at him, though, his expression a flat slate that made him look more rock-like than normal. The visor over his eyes blocked most of the expression on his face, but Virgil still wasnât sure what he was searching for.
âI donât want to go back to Earth,â Virgil said. âNeither of us want to go back to Earth.â
Logan waited another moment, lips pressed together, before he nodded. Whatever decision he had come to, it settled his lights as well, letting them flutter once again with the steady pulsing beat and he let his arm drop away from his nook. âWell, of course, it was just a concern from your crewmates. I had a theory that neither of you were particularly inclined to return, nor did I particularly want to say a definitive goodbye at some point to people who are family to me. Thank you for taking the time to assuage our fears.â
âAw,â Janus said. âHe likes us!â
âYou are not hard to like,â Logan said good naturedly. âI look forward to our conversations about Deathworlder culture. They are very enlightening.â
And if that wasnât a concerning thing to hear, Virgil wasnât sure what was. He knew Janus well enough to know that he could very maliciously be pixie-leading Logan down the worst pieces of humanity.
But Patton was still uncharacteristically quiet, so Virgil let go of Janusâs hand and knelt down to his height, offering a folded fist, palm up in the familiar motion that Roman often gave Patton.
âThanks for looking out for us, Pat,â Virgil said. âBut if you dropped us off on Earth again, I wouldnât be able to see you again, and that is something I wouldnât be able to live without.â
Pattonâs large bulging eyes blinked, tearing up slightly and he lunged forward into a hug. Virgil wobbled to keep his balance, but accepted the hug gratefully.Â
Sixteen years, twenty eight, thirty two⊠what did it really matter to him when he had his family right there? Janus was right. There was no reason to go back, there was no reason to want to go back.
If they magically showed back up on Earth, Virgil would still have to fight the accusation that he murdered someone, Janus would have to face the fact that his own parents buried him. Even if they were dropped in like⊠Turkey or Libya or Nigeria or something, and all they had were each other and the will to start over, Virgil didnât think he could look up to the sky and not ache to see the warp core of the Mindscapeâs engines, the weird fauna on hundreds of different planets, the way a planet with seven moons or three suns looks from the surface.Â
 Patton squeezed him gently again, and Virgil was careful that he kept his Deathworlder strength in check for the return. Patton stepped back, making another chittering noise that sounded much more like him.
âWell!â He said far brighter and much more like himself. âIâm glad you kiddos have everything figured out! I didnât have nearly the same focus when I was first starting out on my journey!â
âDeathworlder perks,â Janus said, with a smile even though that was not even remotely true and by the look on Loganâs face he knew that as well and was baffled by his Deathworlder expert blatantly lying.
âSoâŠ.if thatâs all figured out,â Virgil said, innocently, running the edge of a half bitten nail against his other finger. He turned towards Janus again, half of a crooked grin on his face.
 "Kenobi?"
And faster than any space storm, than any meteorite crashing into earth, any star exploding, or blackhole imploding, Janus's face twisted into one of rage and he snatched a pillow from the ground and threw it at Virgil.
It was a matter of mere luck that Virgil managed to duck in time; the force of it alone as it tore past Virgil told him that he would have been sporting bruises for at least a solid day. Patton on the other hand yelped and jumped up, clearing easily overwhere the pillow landed at his feet, and clung upside down to the rafters.
"Patton!" Janus snapped. "Be a dear and shove that down his throat will you?"
"HEY, whoa!" Virgil said, backing up. "That's two against one and that's not fair!"
"Were you not the one who called me a bully? Since when do bullies fight fair?"
"Did someone say fair fight?" Roman asked in what is possibly the best timing the Erefren has ever had. He appeared in the doorway from the main hall, hair still wet from the shower heâd been taking, but otherwise looking pleased to see them all. "Who are we fighting?"
"Virgil!"
"Janus!"
Roman grinned in a way that Virgil suspected he picked up solely from hanging around Virgil too much-- curved and pleasant where Erefren customs were mostly teeth barring-- and Virgil knew that he was in trouble. The red spiky tail curled around the pillow and tossed it into his hands and Roman stared down Virgil with all the vengeance of a pissed off stegosaurus.
"For my shishbouble!" He said.Â
Virgil yelped, scooting out of the way of Roman's attack just to be brained by Janus's. His fingers wrapped around the pillow before Janus could yank it back again and with a sharp tug he freed it from its commander and held it up to block the shot from Patton.
âThis is in no way fair!â Virgil cried out. âLogan!â
âDo not involve me in this,â Logan suggested. âI believe this is the figurative âreaping of what youâve sownâ. Janus, did I use that phrase correctly?â
âPerfectly!â Janus said right before he slammed another pillow at Virgilâs face.Â
âFucking Disney,â another voice called from the doorway. âYou fucks better be actually killing each other with all this fucking noise!â
The battle slowed for a moment, enough that Virgil was able to actually form a single coherent thought in the space between where Janus had aborted his attack and Roman had ditched his plan to swipe Virgilâs feet from under him and put him in a blanket coated, pillow shaped coffin.Â
Remus stood in the doorway, looking very much like heâd been through every other room in the ship searching for alcohol and been unsuccessful. His hair was a mess in the way that suggested he did not care about it at all, his outfit ruffled from being the only thing heâs been seen wearing since he arrived on this ship (despite Roman having offered him other clothes). The dark circle under his eyes spoke in volumes to the amount of sleep that heâd had recently which Virgil has the sneaking suspicion was equal to the amount that Virgil has had since their âtalkâ in the Transporter Room.
âRemus is on my team!â Virgil yelled out and he slammed a pillow into Romanâs spluttering surprised face.Â
âHe is?â Roman asked.
âI am?â Remus echoed possibly more confused than he should have been.
But Janus shrugged and took a swing at Remus with his pillow and the next moment was a flurry of pillows flying around the room. Patton swung up to the rafters again and dropped his pillows like bombs from the sky, and Virgil managed to get Roman tangled in a blanket, but it left him open for Janus knocking him on the back of the head. Remus laughed when Virgil hit the ground, dazed and confused and unsure what day of the alien week it was, but the Erefren did at least throw a pillow at Janusâs stomach.
Remus and Janus exchanged blows like a complicated dance until Virgil tossed Romanâs pillow at Janusâs feet to trip him up and he ended up caught directly in Remusâs arms.
âHostage!â Remus declared, swinging Janus in front of him like a human shield against Patton and Roman. Virgil took the opening as an invitation and skidded behind Remus and his very beautiful meat shield. âYou wouldnât hit your teammate!â
Roman looked righteously scandalized by the suggestion. âYou bastard! Heâs just a child!â
âCoward!â Janus called. âAlso Iâm eighteen!â
âIs that not a child for Deathworlders?â Logan asked pleasantly, from his spot on the couch, unbothered by the mess they had created in the warzone around him.
"Technically it's an adult," Virgil said.
"A baby!" Roman said again, distressed in the way that came only from being aware of the type of shit Virgil would get into if left to his own devices in his lab for too long. Virgil suspected that they drew straws every time one of them needed to come remind him that he needed to eat, considering that the last time heâd gotten involved in a project heâd nearly shish-kabobed Logan coming into the room at the wrong moment.
Remus rolled his eyes. "We are barely older than him! Even Happy Pappy Pancake over there is basically the same age in Reytin klainsannu!"
Virgil sat up suddenly turning towards Logan with a dawning realization in his mind. "Wait, wait-- you guys are like barely teenagers?"
"He means teenagers," Janus cut in.
Virgil frowned. "That's what I said."
Janus gave him a look that sends Virgil directly back in time to Spanish II, without passing go or collecting the 200 apologies from various parties that he's owed because Janus is alive and well and still an asshole and Virgil is very much in love with him and still can't pronounce things correctly. Apparently.
Logan pondered the question for another moment. "I supposeâŠyes I believe that is accurate. For all our species we are considered the hypothetical ages between being a child that needs a guardian to look after them and being a guardian capable of looking after themselves. Although Patton undoubtedly has been alive for more kliansannu than all of us put together."
"And we're justâŠ. roaming around the galaxies?" Virgil said.Â
Patton laughed with his eyes glowing as if he hadnât almost been in tears just a little bit ago. He flipped from a rafter to Romanâs back, and the Erefren caught him easily before he impaled himself on the spikes. It never failed to amaze Virgil at how well they knew each otherâs movements; Roman didnât even so much as have to shift his weight at the sudden frog-like creature clinging to him.
"Okay hear me out: We are essentially a bunch of kids on a road trip across the country," Virgil started and Janus groaned so loudly Remus loosened his hold slightly.Â
âDo not start on that!â
âThis is a Coming Of Age story, gross! We swore we were not going to do that--â
âI do not understand the nuance here,â Logan commented, ever curious and his two lower hands reaching for his nook to document this new information. âIs this a Deathworlder cultural rite?â
âWho cares,â Remus cut in boredly. âAre we fighting or not? I have things to do!â
Roman huffed. âWhat do you have to do? Youâre a guest on my ship!â
Remus rolled his eyes. âNot forever, bitch. Iâm off when we touch down on TS-625. Iâve got business with some⊠people in the city.â
((âThey-- They trusted me and⊠I got my entire fucking crew killed brutually and I have to find and inform their families that they wonât be returning. Ever.â))
Virgil didnât exactly drop like a solid bowling ball had slammed into him obliterating at least three of his internal organs, but it was a near thing. Remusâs expression didnât betray a single bit of what his business with people in the city might be, or how terrible it was going to be to be alone again. Virgil didnât doubt that Remus had dipped his hands into the worst things that could be done out in Space, that Remus hadnât perpetuated half of the terrible things that left most other races terrified of Erefrens, but for all his resources, all his brutal fighting, all his ship maintenance knowledge, Virgil was struck by the sudden feeling that if Remus walked off this ship when they landed alone, none of them would ever see him again.
Oath of Brothers or not, Remus would not call out again if he needed help. Past crewmate or not, Remus would not ask Janus to join him. Hatred for Virgil or not, Remus would not come back to haunt them like a vengeful ghoul.
Heâd disappear entirely, without even a goodbye.
Virgil wasnât sure why that thought suddenly made him feel so incredibly wrong.
âThe offer still stands,â Virgil blurted out, and Remus blinked as if he had forgotten Virgil was next to him.
âOffer?â Patton asked, tilting his head and blinking his bug eyes. Virgil wasnât sure what emotions exactly Patton would be seeing off the two of them, or if Patton could see any with Janus blocking most of Remusâs body. He was sure they would probably be concerning at the very least; Virgilâs could be chalked up to something like badbadbadreallybad and Remus wasâŠ. Remus.
The Erefren looked at him, up and down, as if mentally trying to calculate how much money he could get for Virgilâs corpse on the Black Market. âI donât need your help, Viagra.â
âI didnât teach him that one!â Janus said, but honestlyâŠ.Virgil had been called worse before by people he respected far more.
âI know you donât need it,â Virgil shrugged. âThat doesnât mean it couldnât help to have help anyway.âÂ
(He pretended like he didnât see Logan, Roman, and Patton exchange a very obvious, very flabbergasted look between the three of them.)
âAlright,â Remus said, part of his lips curling into a begrudging sharpened grin and his tail swaying dangerously close to where Virgil was hovering, ever a threat. âYour funeral, Deathworlder.â
âIâm so happy for both of you making friends,â Janus said in that tone of voice of his that usually meant he was about to remind the teacher of the homework that they were supposed to do the night before, that only he actually completed. Remusâs face flickered with panic, but he was a second too late reacting to it before Janus drove his heel directly into the Erefrenâs shin hard enough to cause him to lose what remained of his grip on his hostage.Â
Remus cursed in at least three languages and drowned out Pattonâs responding chastisement with a particularly loud shout of where Patton could shove his manners. Janus laughed, grabbing a pillow from next to Logan while Roman declared his brother free Pillow Beatdown Real Estate.
Virgil yelped when Janus locked his eyes on him with a vicious gaze. He raised a blanket as a shield to block the pillow, but Janus just tackled him to the ground instead. They twisted around for a minsannu before Virgil found himself pinned right under Janus with no escape.Â
âI win,â Janus declared and the two of them paused to catch their breath as they watched Remus flatten Romanâs face with his own pillow that was concerningly close to an actual smothering attempt. Logan attempted to break it up, only to have both the Erefrens smack him with their pillows at the same time, hard enough to knock him back onto the couch, dazed. Patton swung down from the rafters and knocked Remus actually onto the ground with a pillow to the stomach, and his string of apologies was lost under the sound of Romanâs laughter.Â
âSo,â Janus said quietly, almost lost under the chaos of all the noise if he wasnât curled up right on top of Virgil. âYou guys didnât talk about anything important at all?â
âFriendly conversation, between friendly people,â Virgil repeated. âBesides, itâs just TS-625. Whatâs the worst that could happen?â
#virgil sanders#janus sanders#Logan sanders#patton sanders#roman sanders#remus sanders#alien au#aw look a one shot with all of the boys in it!#and only a little angst#Rip Patton's backstory#You thought this was Aliens? No this is Physics#The author is crying but its not from angst#its from physics#why did I do this#Space and Everything in It#Buckle up the next installment and where things get...messy#anxceit#sanders sides
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Whumptober day 9:
"Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days."
Polaroid | mistaken identity | "you're a liar."
Fandom: Sanders Sides (AU)
Prompts used: all
Oof this one took some creativity I didn't have lol, so pardon the names used. But welcome to Sanders sides superhero au, or rather, the aftermath of one.Â
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Virgil's early years were an amalgamation of too many things. He gets anxious just thinking about it, a past only a select few even knew about. Virgil's eyes glance over to his mantle- and what a world it is for him to have a fireplace mantle- where a picture frame sits face down. Some days he can look upon it with nostalgia and a small smile, other days he can't see the faces, only the things they'd had to do.Â
He'd spent the last several years doing everything he hadn't been able to do then. Online classes galore, a normal job, a house, things so mundane and yet so freeing. He has a service cat- Ide is the only service cat he's ever heard of but she's special in more than one way so he supposes that makes sense- that helps him out in the day to day, to keep him from getting too overwhelmed.Â
He's been doing good recently too. He can answer Patton's weekly phone calls on the second ring with minimal heart palpitations, and he'd even been considering going to their next meet up.Â
He could already tell he'd never let himself live this down if he made it out.Â
He'd decided to go out for coffee, there was a deal going on and it was spooky season and Virgil had woken up feeling okay. He'd get his coffee, take Patton's call when it came, and get some work done, it would be a good day. He should really know better than to jinx himself like that.Â
He hadn't even made it to the coffee shop, had felt a shiver up his spine, couldn't even react before his head exploded with pain and his world dimmed. He thinks he sees Ide run off, hopes she's okay, before he can think of nothing at all.Â
When Virgil was a kid- and that's what they were, they were kids- he and five other of the neighborhood children had been out late one night. Virgil hadn't really chosen to come, had been kicked out and dragged along by Remus, ever excited to explore in the dark. It had happened like a movie really, some bright light, a crash, the whole dramatic speech from some being from another planet- an Alien named Thomas of all things, though maybe that's just what it sounded like to their ears.Â
Exposure to the crash had of course granted them powers. Powers they were expected to use to defend Earth again the foes that had followed Thomas. Virgil thinks the cosmic forces at play made the wrong choice, at least with him, but definitely for choosing kids. Still, for whatever reason, seeing the others put themselves in danger had stirred him the wrong way. He'd ended up fighting alongside them, it was rough but they'd somehow managed to survive.Â
So why, after several years of no longer being some stinken 'super hero' and living a semi-normal life, is he being kidnapped!?
"I see you're awake. Took you long enough, Sandine."Â
Ah⊠well frack. How the hell did this guy mix up Virgil with Thomas, Virgil is a complete mess.Â
"Yes, I know who you are. You and your team may have disappeared, but the impact you made stayed, I haven't forgotten what you've done. And now, finally, I can make you pay!"Â
Virgil almost wants to laugh, how ironic, the guy who fought only because he wanted to protect the others, is captured in place of one of them. What a world Virgil lives in.Â
"I'm sure you're wondering how I figured it out."Â
Damn, this dude had no idea how to do the villain thing, maybe Virgil is on a hidden camera show⊠one where head trauma is okay⊠so just an ameteur, Virgil could work with that, maybe.Â
The guy begins to pace in front of the tank he'd put Virgil in- one he can only assume has adtonium in it to keep his powers at bay- gearing up for a long speech. Virgil squirms in his binding, robe burn be damned, as he glares in the general direction of his kidnapper,
"You see, you all were not nearly as secretive as you thought! My uncle, a mere henchmen, was able to capture this photo!" He produces an actual polaroid from his person, wrinkled from years of handling, and though Virgil can't see it super clear through the tank, the costumes on the three figures are familiar, "You were stupid enough to remove your masks, and now, I have you. The great Sandine, captured at last, with no little team to save you. Your life will end, your powers will be mine, and those who oppose me will fall one by one!" His laugh is too pitchy, his speech boring, but Virgil is a little impressed. To find, capture, and contain one of them is a feat, and to supposedly have the technology to steal a power, well it's intriguing at least.Â
But he wont be getting the powers he thinks, and this guy will not be able to handle them in the slightest. But to do that, this guy needed to be convinced that Virgil was Thomas, so he should probably say something quippy and heroicâŠ
"You're laugh sucks." Well⊠that was something at least.Â
"I'm telling you Logan, he hasn't missed a call in ages!" Patton paces in the kitchen, piles upon piles of cookies filling the counters, phone pressed between shoulder and ear.Â
"Patton, if you worry any more I will have to assume you are Virgil."Â
"This is not a joking matter Logan, but good job." He turns to place another tray down to cool when he sees something at his window, "uh⊠Logan, remind me, am I allergic to all cats or are alien ones an exception?" He squints, trying to see familiar markings.Â
"You know we have only met one alien animal, Patton so the results are inconclusive. However Ide was an exception, yes, why do you ask?"Â
"Because Ide is at my window, without Virgil, and something is definitely wrong!" He rushes to said window, throwing it open as Ide limps his way through, nerves twist his gut up like only a friend in danger can as the cat meows loudly. "Logan. Call the others." There's no room for argument in Patton's voice as he hangs up, something happened to Virgil.Â
"Just a few more adjustments and we'll test this baby out!"Â
"Wow, how embarrassing for you."Â
"Stop that! Gah, how the press thought you were an angel with that much snark I'll never know!"Â
"You just bring out the worst in me."Â
Virgil's wrists ache something terrible, rope having cut into skin at this point and he supposes he should be glad his jacket was taken from him before all this lest it be ruined now. He's eyeing the cliche laser gun above him, then the little drains in the floor and wondering idly if he expects a mess or if they'll be draining into his tank rather than out.Â
"Soon, I'll know the secrets of the galaxy, and you'll be dust beneath my boots!"Â
Wow, this guy thought Thomas knew everything? He'd be flattered sure, but he was far from omnipotent. And Virgil questions everything, even the things that don't need to be questioned!Â
"You want to know stuff? Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days. There's always something more, something lurking, if you knew everything your head would literally explode, and you're not allowed to do that without The Duke here."Â
"You're a liar, you just want to keep everything to yourself!"
Virgil could correct him, after all Janus was the one with the whole lying schtick. Had to do with his powers and stuff of course, but even before that he was known to lie in stressful situations. His defense as it was, and one that Virgil had taken too long to realize.Â
"It doesn't matter anyway, it's ready, say goodbye Sandine!"Â
The lazer lights up as bubbling liquid fills in from below and he hates when he's right, his struggles renew as he finally lets his panic, well panic. The feeling he'd been ignoring, that emptiness that had been dragging him down, is ten times worse now- except⊠It's fading now. That idiot, did he⊠turn off the thing keeping his powers at bay?Â
"You want my powers?" Virgil's wrists finally slide free, smeared with red, purple and black mist swirls around him for the first time in a long time, "Here ya go."Â
"Wait. That's not-"Â
The lazer goes off, the liquid makes his feet slip, the tank explodes as his powers fill the room with his scream of agony. Trying desperately to find the threat, unable to flee, searching for what to fight, the man screams in terror, but Virgil barely hears it over his own. The machine ignites in a fiery mess, the lazer dying out, but as Virgil slumps his powers stutter.Â
The man lifts shaking hands, wild eyes flitting around the room, the gun in his hand goes off and Virgil's powers shrink until they fold into that place within him, pounding against an invisible wall, the emptiness returns tenfold and with no resistance drags him down. His ankles, still tied to the chair, twist uncomfortable as the thing tumbles sideways with him. The bubbling liquid burns but he can't seem to move, a glow has his eyes lowering, and there, embedded in his shoulder, just barely above his heart, is the gray space stone adtonium.Â
Huh⊠guess this is how it goes down. Nothing to hear but the mad ramblings of an unstable villain wannabe, skin burning, chest aching, and powers locked away, alone.Â
At least it wasn't Thomas⊠or any of the othersâŠ
"Virgil! Is he okay!?"Â
"M'fine."
"What a shitshow, Nightmare."Â
"Everything will be dreadful soon, Vee. We won't be handling the rest, so do worry."Â Â
"Mkay⊠'ake a nap nowâŠ"Â
"Virgil don't you dare!"Â
"Just hang in there buddy!"
"We'll get you home safe stormcloud."
"Please remain still Virgil, this will only hurt for a moment."Â
"Falsehood." Virgil's eyes close, he yells at the yanking, and the sudden burst of powers freed, and thinks this was a positively dreadful day.Â
But it could have been worse.
#whumptober 2023#no.9#learning everything aint what it seems thats the thing about these days#lyric#polaroid#mistaken identity#âyoure a liar.â#sanders sides#fic#torture tw#virgil angst#super hero au#ish#virgils pet spider is a cat names Ide#an alien cat#:)
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You! Yes I see you! You probably want your fanfics to come alive! Today folks Iâm doing requests for writing! I want to improve my writing skills! With these free writing requests they can be long or short/
Iâm a creator who loves art and writing! This will give me something to do and maybe could turn this maybe into a side job/
So what fandoms can you request? That simple, YouTubers and their characters!
YouTubers
Jacksepticeye and septic egos
Markiplier and the ipliers egos
Crankgameplays
Thomas Sanders and sander sides
Plus any people/other egos for example Amy/Peevils.
I will write honestly anything but no NSFW or any hate, I also will not write ships of real people for example Sean x Mark.
#myart#youtubers#writing#fanfics#writing requests#jacksepticeye#markiplier#crankgameplays#thomas sanders#sanders sides#antisepticeye#darkiplier#chase brody#requests#youtube#my writing#virgil sanders#blankgameplays#amy nelson#aliens#magical beings
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amlien and virgil AU
#furry#furry art#furry anthro#anthro art#furry dog#furry alien#amlien and virgil#it just so weird to look back at it
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OOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! FLUFFY WIBAR BABYS!!!!!! THIS IS AMAZING!!!! VIRGIL IS JUST SO CONCERNED WHILE THE BABIES ARE JUST "YES! TREE! LAUNCH PAD! PATTON APPROVES SO THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR" WHILE VIRGIL IS LIKE "THERE IS EVERYTHING TO FEAR! THEY ARE SO FLUFFY AND CUTE I WILL DIE BUT I CAN'T BECAUSE I MIGHT SQUISH THEM!"
I love that Logan just pulls out a camera. He's so interested in learning about Humans "oh God it's cute I must save it" instinct. Roman gets to witness Human Childcare Instinct in real time.
^ real footage of virgil when faced with ampen fledglings
#the idea of virgil being a weepy drunk is so funny to me#show him a picture of a kitten and he instantly starts sniffling#THEY'RE JUST SO LITTLE... IN THIS BIG CRUEL WORLD...#WE HAVE TO DEFEND THEM...#he's giving aliens a very skewed idea of what veterinary assistants do#wibar#ampen fledglings#ts virgil#gif#asks#thecatchat#queue
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Iâve been tossing in some code-switching stuff in the Begotten and Gymrat AUs.
The Gymrat!Twins are Mexican Americans. And the Begotten!Twins are like half Costa Rican, almost half Filipino, and some Mexican diaspora. (In latter case, their dad is second gen Costa Rican immigrant, their mom is a third gen Filipino/Mexican immigrant.)
So Iâm working on that whole platonic Gymrat!Prinxiety fic that starts off with both of them as each otherâs enemies.
And was just thinking abt the right interjection in Spanish to use in this phrase
"My God! Why did Remus have to hook up with someone like you (Virgil)?â
"ÂĄDios mio!" is more like "Oh God!" which is more anxious/surprised
"ÂĄCielos!" is more like "Good heavens!" more of a surprised tone
"ÂĄSanto Dios!" is more like "good God" a closer interjection to what i want here
aaand then there's shit like "ÂĄCarajo!" that can be used to mean fuck/shit/damn-it... as an angry/surprised interjection... if so much more vulgar (in other contexts it can refer to dicks or nothing "i can't see shit!" and a perjorative in Latin American Spanish)
(Iâve been cross-referencing w/ Spanish dictionaries and language blogs to try to convey what I want. I try to make sure Google Translate isnât my only research stop, because I know it can get extremely janky. And itâs important to mindful of dialect-specific items.)
#sanders sides#roman sanders#remus sanders#virgil sanders#(there's a tiny bit of code-switching in the iZ!AU... the twins have a spaniard for a dad and an italian mother)#(tho it mostly happens in their presence d/t deep alienation/estrangement)#(in the begotten!au - it's fun looking into tiquismos stuff)#(but anyway's virgil's being a real jerky mcjerkface at the start of this gymrat!fic... pffft)#(virgil is in the wrong here moreso - but both of them be spitting a bit of acid in eachother's direction before virgil realizes the dmg)
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Okay NOT true the actors who played Uriel and Raphael were doing their own Extremely Cool shit, Anna's shift from being a regular girl to getting her angel memories back is notably pretty great, and a lot of later seasons actors noticeably style their performances after Misha's portrayal of Cas. There are plenty of boring subpar angels on supernatural but there are also a lot of great ones, cmon.
I have to say, I just started casually watching ofmd after basically watching it through you guys. I am already spoiled. I thought there would be no surprises. I am already aware of the best jokes, the foot touch, the plot beats. You can become an expert on any show simply by scrolling past gifs of it for months.
However, NONE of you prepared me for this little guy here:
It is profoundly obvious visually, through dash osmosis and general visible evidence, that this is a little man with a lot wrong with him. but what you cannot grasp from gifs is his voice. His voice is amazing: I did NOT expect it: I cannot describe it: the actor chews on his lines like a menacing guinea pig. It is like hearing Kermit the Frog trying to strangle his own puppeteer. Like someone has trapped a vengeful spirit in a balloon and is allowing it to speak prophecy, but only in short, squeaky bursts. No, I canât describe it at all. I was expecting the character to be âscrunglyâ and was aware that many of you wish to place him in a jar and shake him vigorously, but I didnât know he sounded like something that would cause all greyhounds in hearing distance to instantly go cross-eyed and launch themselves into outer space. He! Is! Scrofulous!!!!
If you watched the show on its first principles you probably wouldnât have noticed this because you would have accepted it as part of the full sensory experience of the character, but if you have only encountered it as gifs for the best part of a year, the sound of this chap is one HELL of a shock . Definitely adds to the flavor. Enhances the sensory experience. Sign on today.
#also I thought the story about the voice thing was that he got told to run through his first scene again and 'not be so squeaky this time'#Like seriously Misha's cool but it's not like no one else got on board#Uriel especiallly is like the second angel we see and he manages to be equally alien but in a whole new direction#Raphael in his introduction is fucking Amazing#Also like. Virgil? Basically acting like the terminator? That was pretty great#Hael was good#Lots of people did the homework!
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THE BLACK CONSERVATIVE SUPERMAN?!
#static#static shock#90s kid#comics#dwayne mcduffie#tiktok#recap#comic book#icon#augustus freeman#rocket#black heros#black comics#Alien#superman#black writers#90s nostalgia#nostalgia#virgil hawkins#dc#dc comics#marvel
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Themed Rec List | Tomarrymort Recs with Hemipenes đx2
What is better than one? TWO, of course! I think the monsterfucking potential in Tomarrymort is one of its most unique aspects, at least within HP ships :D If anyone is monsterfucking-curious, this is a great place to start.
Iâm so excited to share this delightful smutty nasty dirty and super fun collection of one of my favorite tropes in Tomarrymort: not just snake-like Voldemort, but snake-like Voldemort with snake-like appendages đ
Standard rec list disclaimers apply: Thereâs a lot of dead dove in the selection below, so please mind the tags, and read at your own risk. I strive to include a diverse range of fic genres these lists, so you'll come across lighter fare such as crack fics, along with fics that definitely cover darker themes.
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Tomarrymort Recs Feat. Hemipenes
a dainty lace noose by @mrmxlemons (E, 4k, complete)
Voldemort likes pretty things, and Harry is his favorite, prettiest thing.
A real voyage of discovery by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts (E, 2k, complete)
Harry captures an alien from an Earth-like planet for the spaceship's research division to examine. The alien might have its own agenda.
a snake, an eagle, and a phoenix by @virgil-anon (E, 9k, complete)
Harry Potter is angrier than ever, thrown into a tournament he wants no part of, without any assistance except for his Defence Instructor. But when the Goblet of Fire turns out to be a portkey, heâs in for a surprise.
and make it double by @captainremwrites (M, 1k, complete)
Well, Harry thinks, that answers that question. He's definitely telling Ron and Hermione about this.
Dragon Me Down, My Love by @wolfantlersinspace (E, 2k, complete)
Harry had been a virgin sacrifice, given by the people to appease Voldemort. However, Voldemort had grown rather fascinated after he discovered Harry chose to come here, to take the place of a friend. And now, Voldemort liked him too much to let him go, liked him far too much to use him for his intended purpose.
Ensnared by @loneamaryllis (E, 4k, complete)
After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harriet finds a white snake in the grass. She quickly befriends the poor, lonely creature.
Hands-On Anatomy Lesson by @ivory--raven (E, 2k, complete)
Harry uses Liquid Luck to ask Voldemort himself how snakey he is.
I will follow you into the dark by @i-dream-of-libraries (E, 6k, complete)
Harry loves a good horror book, and this new one about a monster called Voldemort is now his favorite. Unknowingly, he calls out to the shadowy entity, and gains the monster's full attention and appetite.
Inquiring Minds by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts (T, 2k, complete)
Harry has a burning need to know, and Voldemort is just so done with teenagers.
Insatiate by @vdoshu (E, 2k, complete)
Voldemort stole both Harry and the Philosopherâs Stone, and doomed Harry to live a half-life. That was ten years ago.
Love at First Sight by @dividawrites (E, 5k, complete)
Voldemort rises from the cauldron with two dicks and some extra powers. Harry is mesmerized.
Monster Fucker by Destiny_Of_A_Dragon (E, 10k, complete)
During their nightly gossiping session, Ginny poses a question about how snake-like Voldemort might be. They fantasize a bit, then go to bed and assume that that was it. A week later and Harry just has to know.
ovoviviparous by @cindle-writes (E, 5k, complete)
In which Voldemort captures Harry at the Final Battle, and immediately puts him to use as an incubator.
splits your skin from end to end, down the center of the earth by @cannibalinc (E, 19k, complete)
Snape has just killed Dumbledore before Harryâs eyes, and he will not rest until he makes the man pay. But Snape isnât the only Death Eater wanting to gain favor with the Dark Lord. No, there are ambitions far worse than even Snapeâs, Harry learns. Ambitions that deliver him directly into Voldemortâs hands. âI was so very nearly tricked, you see, but Lord Voldemort is not so easily fooled. No, I shall not kill you Harry, not yet. I think I should like to keep you instead.â
Phobia by @katsitting (E, 48k, complete)
âI shall show you just how far youâve fallen,â Voldemort whispered, breaking the thick silence that had settled between them. Harry wanted to laugh, to bare his teeth at the man like the wounded lion that he was. There was nothing for him to do but snark and snarl at the man that had hidden him away from all prying eyes...save for those he trusted most. His legs were useless, his body weak. âIâd like to see you try,â he goaded.
Preparing For A Legacy by @ellionne (E, 5k, complete)
Marriage, especially with magical folks, required to be consummated to have the legal consequences Voldemort demanded for their treaty to come into effect. And Harry had been terrified. Voldemort's thoughtful proposition had seemed like a godsend then. The consummation of a marriage was a purely physical act; Harry didn't need to be aware for it. Didn't need to be awake.
Research and Development by @cannibalinc (E, 6k, complete)
Primary Objective: Establish with certainty that Subject IS or IS NOT a living Horcrux. Secondary Objective: If Subject is a living Horcrux, determine whether the soul fragment can be extracted intact and transferred to a different vessel, allowing Subject to be terminated thereafter.
Roughly 19 Years Later by @dividawrites (E, 2k, complete)
Platform 9Ÿ is a nice place for reunions.
thrice-bound, twice-filled by @cindle-writes (E, 4k, complete)
Harry wakes up in the middle of the night to the sensation of a blunt, hard cock slowing pushing its way inside him.
The Arsonist's Lullaby by Saeva (E, 101k, WIP)
Itâs Harryâs bad luck that his mate is Voldemort. A possessive Voldemort, giving out the most reassuring scent, a scent Harry aches for. No one can blame him for giving into it... just a little... right? Magic Made Him Do It.
War Prize by @duplicitywrites and @moontearpensfic (E, 6k, WIP)
Ten years ago, in the name of world peace, Harry Potter signed his hand away to Lord Voldemort, Dark Lord of the British Isles, Saviour of the Realm. If Harry had known he would spend his days serving as the man's bodyguard and personal stud... He would have asked Dumbledore to include protection against retaliation in the form of sexual objectification.
Venomous by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 4k, complete)
One would think a famous collector of magical creatures would know better than to set a Naga loose in a room full of people, but Sirius Black was never known for his common sense.
Violent Delights by @katsitting (E, 5k, complete)
Harry was shoved against something hard and unyielding. It scratched along his back, chafing the skin. Harry didnât so much as flinch, refusing to make a sound when more jeers sounded in the clearing, the words cutting through the rush of blood flooding Harryâs earsâ âFuck him, mâLord.â âDefile his corpse.â
yer a monster fucker, harry by @exarite (M, 3k, complete)
Voldemort suggests they fake a relationship. It's a reasonable suggestion, so of course Harry says yes. Or: Harrymort Fake Dating AU
you're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature (finger-bangin' my heart) by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (E, 135k, WIP)
Harry keeps thinking about it. The way he smiled, with sharp white teeth. The way that smile had felt pressed to his own, to his throat, to the inside of his thigh. The clutching fingers; the desperate grip. The sweat clinging to his skin, salty on his tongue. The red eyes behind the mask that Harry would recognize anywhereâ Harry keeps thinking about it.
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