#it's the norm for virgil

[jaratedeguadalupe]

Remus worst nightmare is being trapped in a moving metal box with virgil, his boyfriend, and roman, his brother, because he KNOWS they will blast musicals the entire time 

[energetically-exhausted]

hello, hello! I have sort of an idea/rant/question.

(about the whole Patton casting the "Dark Sides" out thing.)

so, like, did he?

because obviously, it'd make sense if Thomas' Morality disapproved of Deceit and Dark Creativity, but,,,

in Can Lying Be Good?, it's explained that Janus kept everyone's "mouths shut" about himself and Remus.

and in Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts, Remus sings about how Janus basically sent him off to fuck with everyone.

and Patton was VERY clearly offset by Remus' appearance. (i mean, come on.)

but in Can Lying Be Good?, the very episode that introduced the concept of the "Dark Sides", Patton seems super unaware of what's going on. and when he sees Janus (who's in his spot), he really isn't surprised to see him at all. just sorta oblivious but confused? but i'm guessing Patton understood that it was Deceit, because when Thomas worried about Janus calling him a good person, Patton realized that meant Janus tried telling him that he wasn't.

still, though, Patton didn't really hate that Janus kept appearing. he was just always the one to be challenged. and he definitely aimed that anger from his own actions at himself. (i mean, it led to him turning into a buff video game frog, so..)

and if Patton was the one to have hidden the "Dark Sides", how?

and how come Virgil was able to appear?

i dunno, something about Janus controlling when the Sides can talk about them sorta throws a wrench into this.

[oakendesk]

Argosy Weekly Dec 4 1937

Gayle Hoskins

Weird Tales Dec 1937

Virgil Finlay

Western Romances Dec 1937

Norman Saunders

[tschulijulesjulie]

I need book recommendations please. I read captive prince and I’m losing my mind.

ooooh gladly!

so first of all, nothing really compares to CaPri, however i do have some - imo - very good recommendations that might have similar vibes.

The Kingdoms by Natasha Pulley - historical (18th and 19th century) Fantasy. Amnesia and time-travelling, with a veeeery Laurent-coded love interest.

The Scottish Boy by Alex De Campi - historical (14th century) Captive/Prisoner and (reluctant) man who has to hold him captive, secret identity, political schemes, revenge, war

Solomons Crown by Natasha Siegel - historical (12th century), Crown Prince of England (Richard Lionheart) and King of France (Philipp II) falling in love despite their countries being enemies, political schemes, strained family relationship to the point of going to war against family members, allies to enemies to allies again

A Taste of Gold and Iron by Alexandra Rowland - not my personal favourite but still good, Fabtasy, outstanding non-european-centric world-building, anxiety rep, queer-normative, Disgraced Prince and his guard(s) having to uncover a political intrigue that could dethrown his sister, the monarch, nightly shenenigans in taverns while hiding their identity, forced proximity, kinda co-dependent relationship

Winters Orbit by Everina Maxwell - SciFy, Prince has to marry the widow of his cousin for diplomatic reasons who then gets accused of having killed his first husband, political intrigue, past abuse

Fence by CS Pacat and Johanna the Mad - graphic novels, sports (fencing), YA?, might be an entirely different setting but the character dynamics are reminiscent of CaPri/ you can tell Pacats writing

The Aeneid by Virgil - the great Roman epic. to this day im convinced Pacat might have drawn some inspiration from this (or possibly the Odyssee and the Iliad)

I hope that helps. Thank you for your ask!

[clinically-obssessed]

Remus' Purpose

So far in Sanders Sides, we have seen that two of "dark sides" - Virgil and Janus - are just as essential to Thomas as the "light sides." Without Virgil, Thomas has no motivation, and Janus introduces an element of self-preservation that would otherwise be absent. But what about Remus? So far, all we know is that he represents intrusive thougts, but we have not yet seen in what way he helps Thomas. And it's not immediately obvious that he does at all: the two episodes in which he appears as a major character portray him as pathological, focusing on strategies to help Thomas cope with and avoid intrusive thoughts. But I think, given the show's increasing attention to Patton's overly strict ethical rules, Remus will play a key role in helping Thomas accept himself and change his attitude toward morality

In his introductory song, Remus sings a number of lines that relate to morality. He begins with a Biblical allusion, drawing a parallel between Adam and Eve eating the forbidden fruit and Thomas learning about Remus. He says, "Adam and Eve bought knowledge for the small price of a little sin," framing Thomas' own pursuit of self-knowledge as a transaction that requires him to break his moral rules. Later in the song, he states that "Good and bad are all made up nonsense" and that "everybody cheats, everybody lies, so why deny yourself knowledge?" which attempts to justify Thomas' descent into sin. This is further reinforced by Remus' assertion that "these kinds of things are only thought in the mind of a man whose soul is truly rotten," which is intended to dispel Thomas' self-image as morally righteous. In Remus' view, what is holding Thomas back from understanding himself and reaching his full creative potential is that he is too caught up in false notions of morality, and it is only by dropping these pretenses that he can truly achieve his goals.

At this point, you should be screaming, "Whoa! That sounds exactly like the philosophy of Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1844-1900)!" That is precisely because I've described it in a way that is intentionally similar to the philosophy of Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1844-1900). I think that drawing this parallel will allow us to understand the character's direction. Nietzsche was a highly influential philosopher because of his rejection of most things everyone else - even philosophers - took for granted. His writing is complex and difficult to interpret - likely intentionally so - but one of his most famous ideas is that morality is subjective. He criticized Christian morality as "slave morality", claiming that it celebrates weakness and keeps people from achieving their true potential. Additionally, he believed that the metaphysical claims of Christianity were becoming less and less believable in the face of advancements in science and philosophy, so Christian ethics no longer had any grounding either. Instead, he says, it is up to every individual person to give their life meaning. To him, there is no objective truth, only each person's will to power. In this new world that can no longer find answers in God, everyone must strive toward an ideal known as the ubermensch, or "overman," a person who is able to overcome their own weaknesses, create new things, and affirm all aspects of life.

The similarities between Nietzsche and Remus are clear. Both embrace self-understanding, value creativity, and reject moral systems as barriers to achieving one's goals. Furthermore, they share a particular orientation toward controversy. Nietzsche's work is filled with contradictions, and his style is exaggerated and extreme, suggesting that his writings do not form a logically coherent philosophical system or even necessarily reflect his own beliefs but are rather intended to challenge societal norms and promote critical thinking. In the same way, Remus intentionally gives Thomas uncomfortable and disgusting thoughts which he knows will contradict Thomas' morality in order to force him to question his values and assumptions about himself.

With this in mind, it seems likely that Remus will play a major role in the finale. The arc of the show has been focused heavily on the idea of morality, and as "Putting Others First" revealed, Patton's standards are only hurting Thomas' mental health. Janus made the case for the importance of self-care using psychology, but his argument is not fully convincing. As Roman pointed out, it is necessary to find a balance between selfishness and selflessness, and Janus does not answer his question of "When is it enough?" Therefore, it may be necessary for Remus to come in and force Thomas to confront the fact that Patton's morality is not only hurting him but it is based on false premises to begin with. By bringing ugly realities to the surface, Remus will challenge Thomas to stop passively accepting the moral codes that have been handed down to him by society and to create his own meaning and values that serve him.

[tulipanthousa]

(in my head prob remy/sloane but)

"woah such a powerful fae gets taken out by the sun? By the heat? Skill issue /lh"

maybe, but i dont think it would go the way your thinking - virgil is a bit of a control freak with his anxiety and his few weaknesses do make him kind of nervous and like, uncomfortably vulnerable. its also a fae cultural thing that weaknesses should be closely kept secret, because so much of their culture has normative violence

So while i do think sloane or remy would make such a joke, it would be immediately followed by them clocking that they made virgil nervous by pointing out a weakness so openly, and either changing the subject entirely with a Bro Back SlapTM (Remy) or crawling into virgils lap with big old sad wet eyes like "sorryyyyyyy i love you 😢😢😢" (sloane)

[gumnut-logic]

Driving Home

Just a quick scene, prompted by something I saw on the way home from work/school.

Younger Tracys, a Scotty thoughts moment that doesn't really go anywhere.

-o-o-o-

The traffic lights lit up his brother’s face in the darkness. Scott couldn’t help but smile at Virgil, head smushed against the passenger-side door, asleep.

His brother was at the end of his degree. Graduating after years of toil while Scott had been away in the Air Force.

Scott had made a point to get leave to be there for Virgil on his big day. Dad couldn’t make it, but hell or highwater, Scott had skipped continents to see his brother get his piece of paper.

John had been there, gaining leave from NASA training, but the two youngest were home with Grandma, so it had been a reunion of the three eldest, two of them taking out the third to celebrate.

And celebrate they did.

Until John needed to leave.

There were hugs at the airport, even a soppy tear on Virgil’s part as they separated and said goodbye to their space-destined brother.

It was just the two of them from that point on. Scott could have flown them both home, but he had opted for a road trip back to Kansas. It wasn’t really that far, and honestly, he needed some time with Virgil.

Today had been great, driving across state lines. Really just talking, sharing experiences, taking the opportunity to wind down after a hectic…everything.

Scott had the wheel, determined to let his little brother rest. And eventually, after chatterboxing about anything and everything, Virgil had slipped into a snooze just as the sun dipped below the horizon.

Scott was oddly grateful for it.

Not that he wanted silence, if anything he missed his brother’s excited voice.

It was more that…

It was a return to the norm.

They hadn’t seen each other for so long. Scott missed his brothers, all of them, but he also missed this. Just the two of them, hanging out together, being themselves, the sense of trust Virgil had in him. That knowledge that Virgil believed in Scott.

Sure, snoozing while his brother drove was far from life threatening. But it was done without thought.

It was reassuring to know that despite all his time away, Virgil still had that familiar faith in him.

The lights changed to green and Scott eased the car into the intersection, smoothly bringing it up to speed without disturbing Virgil at all. It wasn’t really required because his brother was almost impossible to wake up most of the time, but he did it for love anyway.

He really was getting corny in his old age.

He could almost hear Virgil’s chuckle at the thought.

God, he missed this.

He had buddies in the Force, yes, but his brothers…

Amber street lights strobed over Virgil’s lax features.

His brother…

Virgil snorted and shifted where he sat, his mouth drooping open and beginning to drool.

…was laughably gross.

Scott snorted, half tempted to poke Virgil awake. Thank goodness this was a hire car.

But his smile returned.

It really was good to be together again.

-o-o-o-

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Fucked Up

Intrulogical (Remus & Logan)

Content: Intox Play (Being high and drunk), anal sex, dubious consent (because of the intox)

Read it on AO3!

Summary: Logan wants to be completely mindless when having sex with his husband, and Remus has the perfect way to execute that plan.

Thank u @pupplaylogan and @anxiousgaypanicking for beta-ing :3

One and Two and a Three, Four and,

One e and a Two e and a Three and a Four e a-

Remus mentally counted as his arms slammed the drumsticks down along to the track he was playing with. Virgil had sent over a few recordings of songs he’d been working on and wanted him to see if he had a beat to match it. During their jam sessions he normally kicked things off (no pun intended) and had others match his sounds, so it was a nice challenge to find what would work when someone else began. However, he had been at this for the last hour and lost track of the time.

Normally this would not have been an issue at all, but his husband, Logan, worked out of their home, and had a meeting starting rather soon. Remus was lucky to have taken his headphones off and put his sticks down for a quick break by the time Logan knocked.

“Who is it?” He called in a sing-song voice.

Logan opened the door, “The only other person that lives in this house, Remus.”

“You could have been a serial killer. Or arguably worse, the FBI with my search history!” He grinned, “Whatcha need, Lo?”

“Quiet, just for the next 45 minutes while I’m in a meeting.” 

“Boooooringggg. You should skip it and we should get fucked up tonight instead.”

Logan simply rolled his eyes, something he found himself doing quite often around his spouse, “My attendance is required, seeing as I’m the one who called it. However, there is something I would…like to discuss with you afterward.”

“Ooooo a sexy something.” Remus retorted with glee.

“How did you-”

“You paused, and you’re blushing. And you’re lucky you only need to show your waist and up for work because I think I just saw your dick twitch too-”

“Ok, enough, I’ll come when I’m done.”

“You’ll come when I say you can!”

“Goodbye.” Logan huffed, walking away without closing the door, leaving Remus chuckling to himself.

~~~~~~~~~~

Logan sighed as he ended the meeting. He powered down his laptop since the call was the last task to be completed as far as work was concerned. Now came the daunting task of having a conversation with Remus. He loved him, deeply, for his outspoken and, some would say, disturbing tendencies, but he’d never met anyone so accepting and understanding of his own struggles with societal norms than him. And while he’s also never felt more comfortable discussing sex with a partner, he always feels the pang of nervousness one feels right before he’s planning to propose something to him.

But, like he does, Logan stands from his desk to face his lover. He finds him moved out of their shared room for hobbies and instead lounging on the sofa of their living room. He clears his throat to grab Remus’ attention before he sits beside him.

“Is it kinky time now?” Remus asks as he sits up, eager to hear what Logan has to say.

“If you are asking if now is the time I wish to propose a scene, then yes, it is indeed ‘kinky time’.” He answers. 

Remus flops down into the lap of his husband, turning to look up at him, “Hit me with it, Logie!” 

“Well, I was doing some research-”

“-Looking at porn.”

“I- um… I suppose you could consider it pornography.” Logan mutters, “Anyway, I came across a fetish known as intox play, which I believe stands for intoxicatio-”

“Ooooo, you want me to get you all shitfaced before fucking your brains out?” Remus asks bluntly.

Logan rubs his temples before looking down at his lover, “Yes, I would like to be inebriated during sex.”

Remus sticks his tongue out cheekily, “Spicy. I like it.”

“You’re already brainstorming some ideas?”

“Oh honey, we could try it tonight if you’d let me. You wanna talk about what’s on and off the table?”

“Very much so. Just make sure I don’t fully blackout. I’d like to remember this for the future.”

~~~~~~~~~~

After their negotiation, they decided how the rest of the night would go. Remus already planned to make dinner, but now he’d be sure to fix Logan’s food with some extra ingredients. Logan was to read in the living room and relax (see: pregame) with a tall glass of wine in the meantime. The wait for food wasn’t long, and Logan hardly felt tipsy after his drink, so he hoped Remus’ cooking would pack the punch he desired.

When he was called to the dining room, Logan hadn’t expected Remus to have set the table so nicely. The runner had been laid out smoothly over the top, with lit candles on either side of the centerpiece. Remus sat at one end of the table, while a vacant seat on the opposite side waited for Logan. He took his seat and glanced at the spread of food: a mound of cheesy pasta sat waiting upon his plate, buttery garlic bread, some broccolini with plenty of seasoning, and a large glass of…juice? Likely a cocktail of whatever liquor they had on hand blended with mixers of Remus’ choosing.

“This looks lovely, dear. Thank you.” Logan said, sitting down and picking up his fork.

“Thank you, Lo-Lo. Tell me how it tastes?”

Logan cautiously took a forkful of the pasta to his mouth. The taste of cannabis was difficult to conceal in most cases, and though he could detect it, it hardly took away from the decadent flavor of the dish. He swallowed and hummed, “It’s delightful.”

The side dishes were similar, and whatever spirit was in his drink was masked by the taste of a mix of tropical fruit juice. Normally Logan preferred his drinks on the bitterer side, but the concoction somehow managed to be sweet and tart to his liking. Soon his plate was clear and his drink was empty.

“Dinner was wonderful.” Logan said, rising from his chair. As he did, a wave of dizziness washed over him, disorienting him momentarily. That drink must have been stronger than he thought, “Thank you, again.”

“My pleasure, baby.” Remus flashed a smile, “Say, why don’t we go to the kitchen. I have a surprise for you.”

Logan nodded and carried his dishes to their destination. As he walked in, he noticed the plate with thumbprint cookies piled high atop the counter. 

“This is the surprise, then?” He said, placing his items in the sink.

“Mhm, C’mere.” Remus beckoned him over to himself, picking up one of the treats, “Open up!”

Logan obeyed, allowing Remus to feed him. The jam in the center melted in his mouth and the cookie itself had just the right amount of softness.

“Oh, wow.” Logan spoke once he consumed the treat.

Remus snickered, “I’ll take that as you like them?”

“Very much so.”

“Good, have another.” 

This went on for two more cookies. It suddenly occurred to Logan to ask about the dose of THC in his food.

“Remus, how potent was the food?” 

“For me? Zero. I’m stone cold sober right now.” He wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist, “For you? Probably about twenty, twenty five milligrams?”

“And the drink?”

“About three shots.”

“Oh.”

“Oh yeah baby,” He leaned in close and kissed Logan’s temple, “You’re gonna be real fucked up tonight.”

Remus took his hand and led him out to their living room once again. He sat them both down on the couch and had Logan cuddle into his side, grabbing the remote and clicking on the TV to watch something with his partner, settling on a comedy they’d both seen a thousand times. 

At the end of a thirty minute episode, he glanced down at Logan, “How are you feeling?”

“Good, but not high. Just a little drunk.”

Remus giggled, petting his hair, “Yeah? What’s your color right now?”

“Oh, still very very green.” Logan hummed.

“Well let’s let all that fun stuff settle into your system before we have some fun.”

Logan whined, slumping into Remus. They watched on a little more, with Logan fully laying in Remus’ lap by the end. He’d turned away from the television and towards the man, beginning to play with the hem of his shirt a bit. Remus let him, only occasionally looking down to check in on his lover. After a few minutes, he felt Logan stop fidgeting, and instead found him brushing his fingertips over his knuckles with a large grin plastered on his face. Oh yeah. He was fucked up now.

“Hey Logie?”

No response.

“Lo.” He tried again to no avail.

“Logan.” Remus said, taking his hands in his own.

“Oh. Hi Remus.” Logan slurred back.

“Hey baby.” He smiled back, “Whatcha doing?”

Logan looked at him, confused, then glanced back at his hands, “My fingers felt weird. So I wanted to check on them.”

“Yeah? How about you sit up for me right now?”

He did, or at least tried to, before he slumped against Remus once again.

“I wanna be flat right now.” Logan pouted.

“Why don’t we try being flat in bed right now.” He suggested in return. He hauled Logan to his feet, helping him stumble down the hallway and to their bedroom.

Remus guided him to the bed with little resistance, flopping his body onto the soft sheets. He pulled his shoes and pants off for him, hauling his legs up onto the bed as well. God, laid out and staring up at the ceiling with an unfocused expression, Logan looked so blissful. A dopey smile spread across his face as he closed his eyes.

Clicking on the LED lights wrapped around the headboard, Remus set them to a soft blue color- his husband’s favorite, “Hey hey hey, no closing your eyes now. We’re gonna do one last thing before it’s sleepytime.”

“Huh?”

Remus kneeled on the bed and pulled off his shirt, revealing an expanse of tan skin that’d been scared and tattooed to the high heavens.

“Don’t you remember, baby? I’m gonna make you feel even better than you feel now. Fuck away allllll those thoughts.”

“Oh.” Logan smiled to himself, “Mkay.”

With some odd maneuvering, he managed to work his pants off by himself. Normally Logan blushed and covered himself with blankets until they were ready, so seeing him shamelessly stripping himself allowed a rush of arousal to surge through Remus’ veins. Once he laid naked on the bed, Remus was straddling him and groping all over his body.

“Fuck, just look at you. My little nerd reduced to nothing from a little weed and a few drinks.” He grinned, thumbing over Logan’s exposed chest. The touch felt buzzy through the haze of intoxication. Logan ground his hips up against Remus and arched into the feeling, wanting the other to get on with it.

“Eager too, huh?” Remus chuckled, moving to the nightstand to grab their lube, “Wait a little longer, and in no time I promise to make you completely mindless.”

He moved to sit in between Logan’s legs, hiking one of them up over his shoulder and pulling the other’s hips toward him. He squeezed a bit of the viscous liquid from their bottle of lube over his fingers, dipping them down to his husband’s hole and teasing him.

Logan let out a needy keen. His current position limited his movement, and his inebriation didn’t help at all. He wished Remus would just get on with it already, but the words that left his mouth expressing that statement were more along the lines of, “Now.”

“So bossy.” Remus chided, “Beg.”

“Remusssss.”

“You can do better than that~”

“Ughhh.” Logan huffed, “Please just- fuck me.”

“Hmm. I’ll be nice this time. Only ‘cause you’re so cute…and fucked up.” He started working a finger inside him, making sure to stretch the muscle and slick him up properly. The rumors he’d heard about alcohol hindering a guy's performance in bed seemed to be disproved with the way that Logan was already hard just from being fingered. As he stretched him, he made sure to find the spot that sparked pleasure in his veins. Logan whined, less out of need and more out of impatience. He wanted Remus in him twenty minutes ago.

Once Remus felt that he was suitably stretched, he pulled his fingers out and wiped the excess lube on his stomach. His hands, shaking with excitement, undid the button and zipper on his pants and quickly pulled out his length. He didn’t bother shucking them off, not when Logan was laid out beneath him and looking desperate.

He put a bit more of the lube on his cock before lining up, waiting a moment before pushing in.

“Tell me you want it.” He breathed, looking Logan dead in the eyes.

“I-I want it, Remus, please.” 

That was all it took for him to slide into his husband with a slow exhale. It took a moment for Logan to register the action, but when the feeling of fullness hit him, he let out a choked moan. It was difficult to focus on the sensation, but he felt like it was consuming him- in a good way, of course.

Above him, Remus sighed at the warmth and tightness enveloping his cock. He didn’t move for a while to let both him and Logan adjust to the feeling. With Remus’ high libido and Logan’s curiosity towards new experiences in the bedroom, their sex life never failed to be exciting, and this time proved no different. He wondered how Logan would look when he was close, would he even know? Or would he be too distracted to listen to his body? 

He leaned down and kissed him passionately, Logan caught off guard by the action. The taste of his wine still lingered on his tongue, making Remus deepen the kiss to savor the flavor. He used this as an opportunity to rock his hips in and out of his husband as well.

Logan let out muffled whines into Remus’ mouth. Everything felt both dulled and heightened at the same time. He was hyper aware of the heat between their bodies and the pure arousal that pulsed inside him every time Remus grinded down into him.

After what seemed like forever, Remus pulled away, resting on his forearms over Logan.

“You don’t even fucking know how much I want to wreck you right now Lolo. God, you look just helpless under me, huh?”

“I-” Logan slurred, trying to focus on a response, “Hnng-!”

“Awe, am I making you feel so good you can’t speak?” Remus teased, picking up his pace, “Are you drunk from so much alcohol, or my cock driving into you over and over?”

Logan moaned as Remus hit his prostate once he’d angled himself to be thrusting into it. If he could see himself, eyes lidded in pleasure and body limp except for what the other was supporting, he would have cringed in embarrassment. But now he could hardly think about anything but the bliss of mindless pleasure. 

As he continued to rock his hips into him, Remus groaned. On any other day, he would have leaned down and placed marks up and down Logan’s body. Hell, he would have had him tied up and choking on him too, but his husband’s safety and comfort came first. And besides, this felt just as good as fucking him after reducing him to a mess any other way. 

Remus readjusted so that both of Logan’s legs were wrapped around his midsection, and so that his hand was stroking the other’s dick. The new sensations had Logan spinning and staring up at his husband in awe.

He pumped the other’s length at the same pace at which he thrusted into him. He was groaning through gritted teeth as pearls of precome leaked from Logan’s cock. 

“You’re gorgeous as hell, Lo. I love getting to fuck you and take care of you like this- oh fuck.” He moaned out powerfully. 

Logan cried out in response. It was all so much and it felt like Remus was overwhelming him in the best way possible. The lust bubbled up inside him as he looked at the other. He didn’t even realize he was close until a whine ripped itself from his throat and he came over his stomach.

Remus didn’t slow down, he just smiled and sped up his thrusts, “G-good boy, so pretty coming for me. I’m close, Lo.”

He forced Logan’s hips to slam back on his cock, using his hole as if he were a toy. In a few more thrusts, he was filling the other with his seed and grunting as he came.

Remus panted, coming down from his high. Sweat adorned his brow and his muscles ached from stress. He looked down at Logan, who looked just about asleep already, causing him to snicker softly.

“Hey, no sleeping yet, lemme get a plug in you first at least.”

Logan just hummed in response, shutting his eyes. Normally after sex he pressured Remus to wipe them down with a wet rag so they wouldn’t get sheets dirtier than they already were, but now he couldn’t find himself caring enough to even move.

In the morning, they’d probably be nursing Logan’s considerable hangover, cleaning up from the night’s activities, and talking over what went right and wrong. A day of aftercare was likely in order after such a scene. But Logan knew he’d be pampered, and Remus loved to shower him in such affection, and the two would sleep contently knowing what was to come.

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

my favourite recurring theme in laoft is patton becoming increasingly desensitised to fae social norms, its so fun

*gets stabbed* "well i didnt like that"

*another fae asks his name* he is just mildly offended

*watches roman covered in blood fighting a fae* "oh hot"

*other fae tries to buy him from virgil* his only reaction is to "purse his lips in annoyance"

its just one of my favourite things, i feel like its been brought up a couple times how logan is very human for a fae but patton is so fey for a human pslsjs

went to live in fairyland and it wrung all the shame out of him like a dishrag aksjdhakjhsd

[snowdice]

Unplanned Consequences (Part 5: Patton) [Sometimes Labels Shift Series-The End]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Patton/Logan

Characters: Patton, Logan, Virgil (mentioned), Roman (mentioned)

Summary: Sometimes... things change.

Notes: This takes place after Best Laid Plans

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“Hey Lo,” Patton said as he walked into the living room. Virgil had officially moved into an apartment with Roman a few days ago as the spring semester was starting tomorrow. This left Patton and Logan living alone together in the house for the first time since… The Incident.

Patton had just finished cleaning up dinner after getting Logan settled on the couch. The TV was on, but Logan was currently staring past it into space, something he never used to do, but had become a frequent occurrence since getting injured. It worried Patton a bit, but he tried not to think about it.

Logan looked up at him as Patton said his name. He didn’t smile softly at Patton like he usually would have. It made something clog in Patton’s throat.

“Hello,” Logan said.

“I… made us both some tea,” Patton said, holding out the tea mugs as though for his approval.

“Thank you, love.” He still seemed distracted and distant. He turned back towards the television.

Patton nodded and then walked over to set the mugs on the coffee table. Then, he sat down on the couch next to Logan. Years of instinct told him to scootch over closer until their arms and legs intermingled, but he hesitated.

Logan either noticed his hesitation, or noticed his deviation from the norm, because he glanced over at Patton. He lifted the arm closest to Patton and Patton instantly took the invitation, moving closer to curl up under his arm.

Logan pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

It was silent between them for a long moment, only the sound of the television droning on breaking the quiet. The news was on, Patton noted. There was coverage on a supervillain attack Prince had stopped the night before.

“I think I need to retire,” Logan said out of the blue.

Patton drew back to look at him in surprise. “What?” he asked. “You’ve been given medical leave until next fall. You’ll be more than recovered enough to go back to teaching by then.”

Logan looked at him for a moment and then gave him a wry smile. “I wasn’t talking about teaching, my dear.”

“Oh,” Patton said blinking at him. “Oh.” He took a moment to process that statement. “But you… you want to retire?”

“I wouldn’t say want,” Logan said, “but I think it may be the most responsible course of action.”

“You… I know you’re struggling with the leg and everything right now, but you’ll get better.”

“Patton,” Logan said, “you’re a doctor.”

“Exactly!” Patton said, feeling oddly defensive for a reason he couldn’t place. “So, I know exactly how people heal from injuries like yours. You’ll need time, but with physical therapy and…”

Logan cut him off. “With physical therapy,” he said, “I will get much better. I will perhaps walk again, maybe even without a mobility aid eventually, but Patton, I’m 57-years-old. This severe of an injury is not going to heal quickly or completely.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I’m getting old,” Logan said. “I’ve been slowing down, and this will not help me speed up. Being Bluebird is physically… and mentally demanding. I won’t be able fully meet those demands again after what happened.”

“That’s not true,” Patton said even though he wasn’t sure of that himself.

“It is,” said Logan. “It’s always something that would happen eventually. This has just… sped up the process.”

“You’re catastrophizing,” Patton said. It was probably an ironic statement to make when Patton’s words sounded so much more upset than his husband’s. “You’re making a rash decision because you feel bad now, but…”

“This isn’t rash,” Logan said, evenly. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot in the last months.”

Patton didn’t know what to say to that.

“Besides,” he said, nodding at the TV. The news had cycled around again while they talked, back to Prince, back to Roman. “I’m not the city’s only long-term hero anymore. Roman had been doing well before and is doing even better now. I will continue to help him on his journey, and it won’t be an immediate transition. Bluebird will still make a few appearances, but I do think it’s time. For my own sake and ultimately for this city’s too.”

Patton hesitated. Logan was right, of course, that this was inevitable. It’s just that Patton had never really thought about it. He didn’t want to think about it, especially now when Logan was still so hurt in multiple ways. He’d been telling himself that eventually things would go back to normal, but Logan had just confirmed Patton’s greatest fear: they wouldn’t.

It felt selfish to be upset, but Patton really couldn’t help it. Patton felt himself gripping onto Logan’s sleeve for support even though support was Patton’s job right now. He felt tears in his eyes, but he resisted letting them fall.

“Are you okay?” Logan asked.

“I…” Patton said. A couple of the tears escaped. “It’s just… I’ve never known a Logan that wasn’t also Bluebird.”

Logan sighed softly. He gently removed Patton’s grasping hand from his shirt sleeve to hold it in his own. “Things change,” he said, doing that thing where he stared into the distance again, “labels shift.”

A/N:

And that my friends, is the end of Sometimes Labels Shift.

It's been a long time coming and I'm feeling a bit emotional even though it's not the end of the Labeled Universe. We're just moving on to the next chapter.

All of our favorite Labeled characters will return in the new sub-series named Envisage. I hope to see you there.

[not-your-average-highschool-au]

Side characters

When I said “I would be putting in random Thomas Sanders” characters into this au, I absolutely meant it-

I haven’t made finished, postable art of them yet just but here’s some (not all cause I kinda love them all) of my favorites that I might as well share cause what the heck else is this blog for lol:

The Mean Months

The mean months from that one Thomas short from a while back are Virgil’s friend group. While I plan to make 12 characters to represent each month, the most important ones are December, November, and October (really, December is the most important but as we all know, those are an iconic trio). December (aka Chris; he/him) is the leader of this friend group and kinda Virgil’s best friend at the start. October (Octavia; she/her) and November (Thea; she/her) are typically close behind Chris.

Roman (+fam) from Roleslaying with Roman

(You can thank my best friend for this storyline. Love ya bestie; you are a genius).

Roman of Reston (he/him) is a new student as the boys’ highschool. He’s just transferred from “Reston Highschool” and while he’s a new student, he’s pretty open to making new friends. Logan gets along with him pretty well considering the two of them are both geeky (Roman of Reston is a huge dnd nerd and is trying to put together a club). Sanders Sides Roman, however, does not like him in a similar way to how he doesn’t like Virgil (he also might be a bit jealous that Logan and him seem to get along pretty well, even though the pair only hang out sometimes at school when the opportunity arises).

Also, I’ve decided that Ryker (he/him) shall be the high school’s new gym teacher cause the idea of RWR Roman being in his class and saying “hi dad! :D” in the middle of Ryker’s lecture or something is really wholesome and in character to me.

Dragon Witch

The Dragon Witch character (named Danika Wayne; she/her) shows up later on in the story. Technically when this highschool au no longer takes place in highschool. She owns and works at a tattoo parlor called “The Dragon’s Cove”. I won’t say too much about her just yet but for right now, I will say that she’s pretty important to Remus and Janus’s storylines (mostly Remus though).

Sleep “Remy”

Remy Rocco (he/they but doesn’t mind how he’s referred to) is a famous actor in this au. While they’re mainly known for their roles in movies, they also are pretty open about their self expression. Remy doesn’t care about sticking to gender norms in any way and he will proudly talk about it. While they don’t outright interact with other characters, their presence in the storyline is extremely important for a certain someone’s character development.

I think this is all I’ll share for now. There are TONS of other side characters I adore but this gives you an idea of what I mean by Thomas Sanders characters having minor (or even major) roles in this au. Also, these provided the least amount of spoilers lol

[loopstagirl]

Slippery Slope, Ch 4

Virgil smiled before he even opened his eyes. It was the first time in weeks he'd woken on his terms, not a brothers' – and not just the younger ones. Scott was taking his Field Commander role seriously, and didn't think there was time to sit around. Virgil personally thought they should get all the rest they could.

He was warm and cosy, basking in the knowledge he'd been allowed to sleep in.

That made him frown. It was great, what he wanted, and so out of the norm for his family that he couldn't trust the quiet.

With a long-suffering groan, Virgil wriggled free of the duvet and dressed. It was too cold to wander around in anything less than six layers.

He didn't even make it down the hallway before deciding neither Gordon nor Alan were in the house. It wasn't physically possible for them to be here, and not be heard. It made Virgil relax a touch, no longer expecting something to jump or fall out of every door he passed.

The smell of coffee led him to the kitchen. A pot was being kept warm and Virgil thanked John under his breath. If it had been Scott's doing, there wouldn't be nearly as much left. He poured out a mug and jumped up on the worktop. Cradling his drink in both hands, Virgil blew on it as he thought back to the previous evening.

It had taken a while to wake Scott. Virgil vehemently denied it'd taken as long to wake him. While the sleep had helped and Scott had sobered up a little, it hadn't taken Gordon long to realise the true state of his oldest brother.

After that, it was sheer entertainment. Scott tried in vain to act like he was fine. He apparently hadn't noticed their dad's smirk, a clear indicator he'd guessed. While their grandmother didn't give anything away, Virgil knew there was no fooling her. Scott didn't help matters when he'd almost fallen off his chair and then tried to cover it up.

At least by the time the five brothers had returned to their own chateaux, Scott had been able to walk in a straight line. A solid meal and a few cups of coffee had helped. It had still taken both Virgil and John to get him into bed, though.

Virgil smiled at the memory. While they had come here to test equipment, moments like that were more precious. Once operations were up and running, who knew when they'd have time for that. Scott certainly wouldn't be getting drunk.

Finishing his coffee, Virgil slipped off the counter and looked out the window. It was late morning: no doubt the others were at the slopes. His board was missing. Gordon hadn't said anything the evening before and Virgil had followed his lead; Gordon wouldn't want the others knowing his back was given him grief.

He left his mug in the sink and headed towards the bathroom to clean up. Then he stopped and walked backwards down the corridor, pausing when he realised what had caught his eye. He was level with Scott's door: Scott's closed door.

But the only time he kept his door shut was when he was asleep. It had stemmed from childhood and wanting to always be accessible to his little brothers. Virgil couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Scott's door shut during the day, even on vacation.

Virgil frowning, glancing up and down the hallway. No one miraculously appeared to give him an answer. He lifted his hand to knock, lowered it, lifted it, then swore and edged the door open. The room was in darkness, the curtains still drawn, but Virgil could hear steady breathing.

"Scott?"

He'd seen Scott drunk before, and the man had still been up at the crack of dawn to run it off. Although Virgil guessed the deep powdery snow put a stop to that.

He smirked at the answering grunt.

"Time to rise!" he called in a sing-song voice, overly cheerful for this time of day. But this was his chance for payback for all the times Scott had pulled him out of bed. While his brother had literally tipped him out before, Virgil wasn't feeling brave enough to push his luck that far. He did intend to survive this trip.

He crossed the room, not bothering with the light. Scott was a stickler for neatness; Virgil didn't fear stubbed toes. He reached the window and flung open the curtains with a flourish. The skies were clear blue, the sun reflecting off the snow and making Virgil blink at the brightness.

There was an inaudible mutter from behind him.

"Didn't quite catch that," Virgil laughed, hooking the curtains back. He wasn't faking it. His own lie-in meant he felt more awake than he'd done in days.

Scott's words were audible this time.

"What would Grandma said?" Virgil chuckled. "That sort of language in front of a little brother."

A hand stuck out from under the duvet and Scott's gesture matched his words.

Virgil crossed the room and perched on the edge of the bed.

"So?" He said, still sounding far too cheerful. "How're you feeling?"

A pair of eyes glared blearily at him over the top of the covers. Then Scott promptly pulled them up over his head without a word. Virgil decided to take pity on him – just a little, anyway. Scott's movements had almost dislodged him from the bed as it was and he stood up, moving back to the kitchen. He returned a few moments later with a glass of water and a couple of painkillers.

"Here." While his tone was quieter than before, it wasn't softer. Not only was this far too entertaining, but Scott had also brought it on himself. Virgil was going to make the most of it.

He did, however, retreat to the far side of the room. He wasn't sure he wanted to be in reach. If this was what Scott was usually like before a run and three cups of coffee, Virgil was glad his brother was (nearly) always up before him.

A groping hand found the items, although Scott nearly upset the glass of water in the process. He emerged from under the covers again so he could take the tablets. Virgil frowned. He was certain that they'd dumped Scott in bed fully clothed and already nearly asleep, but somehow, his brother was now topless.

His face was pale, eyes sunken and red. It was a far cry from the decorated Air Force pilot Virgil was used to seeing and he couldn't help but smile softly.

"Human after all," he muttered.

Scott struggled for a moment before managing to push his pillows upright and slumped back against them, groaning.

"Thanks." Even his voice was hoarse.

Virgil nodded, then looked out the window. "You don't want to build a snowman, do you?"

"Huh?" Scott's expression was entirely blank. Whatever he remembered from the night before, it wasn't that. It gave Virgil hope that he and John had got away with throwing him in a snow drift.

"Do you really think you should be able to do everything?" he suddenly asked on impulse. Scott had let his defences down last night, but Virgil was curious whether they were back up yet.

"No one can do everything," Scott mumbled, keeping his eyes open long enough to shoot Virgil a puzzled look before closing them again.

"I'm getting breakfast," Virgil said, taking a step towards the door. "Want anything?"

Scott went paler than before as he shook his head. As Virgil reached the door, his brother called him back.

"What's the time?"

Virgil checked. "Just gone 11."

It really was the perfect time to have only just got up. Scott looked alarmed.

He grasped for the covers, preparing to shove them off. Virgil's life flashed before his eyes.

"Wait!"

Scott stared at his yelp.

"What?"

"You've got something on, right?"

He really couldn't face being scarred for life if Scott had lost more than his top overnight.

Scott thought for a second, then glanced under the quilt.

"We're good."

He made it out of bed, which impressed Virgil given his complexion. Scott was dressed in an old pair of running pants and grabbed a thick sweater as soon as he was upright. Virgil was impressed Scott had come round enough to even think of getting changed the night before.

His brother yawned, dragging a hand through his hair.

"I'm not sure I've ever got up this late," he admitted. Virgil believed him: even as a teenager, Scott had never done well at sleeping in. Then again, four younger brothers might have had something to do with that.

"It's the perfect time," Virgil said happily. He led the way to the kitchen, passing Scott a coffee even as he set about toasting some bread. Despite his grumbling stomach, he gave his brother the first batch, figuring it might take a while. Sure enough, Scott initially shook his head, but it didn't take long before he started to pick at it.

They fell into an easy rhythm, both getting through two rounds of toast. They'd been back under the same roof for a couple of months, but it'd surprised Virgil how easily they'd fallen into new routines. He'd been a child when Scott had moved out and, apart from the odd vacation, they hadn't lived together properly since.

But it was as if that had never happened. Virgil enjoyed the chance to sit and chat with his big brother without anyone else demanding attention. Even Brains seemed to make contact at regular intervals these days as designs progressed and more input was needed.

Food and coffee brought the colour back into Scott's face. It was almost lunchtime when he looked at his watch, blanched, and headed for a shower. Virgil dutifully cleared up the kitchen, but then toppled onto the sofa, snagging a sketchbook as he did. He flipped it open, pencil in his hand as he continued the shading of a previous drawing.

He could've stayed there all day but his family had other ideas. When Scott reappeared, he was pocketing his cell.

"Get dressed," he said. "Dad wants us altogether for lunch.

Virgil knew better than to argue. Promising his picture he'd return later, he got up.

Scott seemed to be back to (almost) normal as they trudged through the fresh snow to the other accommodation, both speculating what the man wanted to talk about. For such a short walk, they managed to come up with some wild theories. Which was saying something given the last surprise their dad had sprung.

John was storing his skis when they arrived.

"How you feeling?" John asked innocently. Virgil chuckled at the glint in his eye even as Scott rolled his own.

"I'm fine," Scott said.

"Doesn't remember wanting to make a snowman," Virgil said. It was the only way he could tell John that they were off the hook: Scott didn't remember them throwing him in a snow drift, either. John winked, understanding.

But it didn't go unnoticed.

"What am I missing?" Scott said, looking between them.

"Nothing." Virgil headed inside before Scott could ask anything else. He'd always been rubbish at lying to him.

Gordon had beaten them there. He had his legs dangling over the arm of the chair, and his flushed cheeks gave away a morning out in the cold air.

"Good time?" Virgil asked, taking the chair opposite. Gordon's posture told him enough; he wouldn't have been able to sit like that the day before. Gordon turned to face him properly, dropping his legs.

"Everything I ever said about you wanting a snowboard? I take it back."

"She's a beaut, isn't she?"

Their two big brothers went to get coffee. John because he was cold; Scott because he was Scott. Virgil chatted to Gordon about his morning on the slopes. Their dad appeared, frowned when he saw he was missing a son, then disappeared again.

Alan didn't leave them waiting long. Virgil swore the entire building shook when the door slammed open. His brother appeared, eyes shining, face flushed, and a grin on his face. The same level of contentment radiated from TinTin as she entered behind him, still holding Alan's hand.

"Where've you two been?"

There was no way Alan had spent the morning failing to ski.

"Down in the valley," Alan said. Unless Virgil was mistaken, there was a smug tone in his voice. "They've got the best concealed hot spr-,"

"Shopping," TinTin blurted out. She slipped her hand from Alan's, crossing the room to hang up her coat. Alan gaped after her, nonplussed, then looked around. TinTin had seen what he hadn't. Kyrano, entering the room, his own dad just behind him.

Gordon laughed.

"Sorry," he said when Alan glared at him, "something in my throat."

He gave a false cough. Virgil looked away, hiding his own smirk. No wonder the two teenagers didn't want their fathers knowing they'd spent the morning together at some secluded hot springs.

"Quite some cough, kiddo," Scott said with a grin. Gordon's answering smile was sickly sweet.

"How's the head?" he asked, far louder than necessary. Scott didn't rise to it.

"Not as big as yours."

"Thicker, though."

"Alright, boys." Their dad cut in, crossing the room, and taking the final armchair. Scott and John took the sofa, leaving Alan to pull around a dining room chair.

Silence fell as Jeff sat down. Virgil looked around his siblings; they all had the same look of anticipation on their faces that he felt.

"We came here for a break," their dad began. "But we all know that if we want to be operational by the end of the year, we need to keep tests running. The cold weather gear seems to be doing well-,"

"No complaints," Gordon interrupted.

"Speak for yourself," John said. He was cradling his mug as if his fingers would fall off if he didn't. Too much time spent in controlled environments meant extreme temperatures always got to John.

Their dad silenced them with a look.

"What've we got?" Scott said. He was sitting bolt upright, alert and poised. If he felt any of last night's repercussions, he was hiding them well. The thrill of talking about their future business was a good hangover cure.

Their father looked around, meeting each of their eyes', letting the suspense build. As Alan opened his mouth, the man spoke.

"Motorised jet-packs."

"Cool!" Alan exclaimed. He exchanged an excited look with Gordon while John suddenly sat up straighter, mirroring Scott's position.

"They're motor-powered, not fuel," Jeff continued. "Not the fastest, but they're strong. Wearing one will allow you to ski uphill, for starters. It also has the power of a small car, assisting with moving heavy equipment where necessary."

"We're not going to be shifting stuff by hand," Virgil said. Then he glanced at his brothers. "Are we?"

Scott shook his head. "An easy way to move uphill in these kinds of conditions will be good though. We'll need somewhere secluded to test it."

Virgil could tell that Scott had switched into his new role of Field Commander. It was something in his posture.

"Already taken care of," their dad confirmed. "The fact it's not peak season meant a generous donation to the rescue teams got us an exclusive space."

"You've bought a mountain?" Gordon said. He sounded impressed.

"No, I've hired-,"

"He's bought a mountain," Virgil agreed. An exasperated look crossed their father's face, but Scott spoke first.

"Guys."

They both settled back again.

"How many prototypes?" John asked, steering the conversation back again.

"Only two," Jeff admitted. "Brains needs one. The other…"

Trailing off, Jeff looking around his sons. He first looked at Scott, who sighed.

"I can't even go downhill," he said, glumly.

Virgil looked away, hiding a grin. He knew that had cost his brother to admit that, especially in front of Gordon and Alan.

Alan spoke next. "Neither can I."

"Can't believe I'm saying this," Gordon chimed in. "But count me out."

That was another confession that would've cost a brother. Virgil caught Gordon's eye and gave a small smile. Gordon shrugged, trying to act like it didn't bother him, but Virgil knew better.

They all loved testing the equipment. But if the pack didn't work as expected, Gordon couldn't afford to pay the price.

Their dad looked between Virgil and John. "Up to you two, then."

"Virgil, obviously," Alan scoffed. They all looked at him, and he shrugged. "No one's even seen John on the slopes. Probably hiding in some bar with a book instead."

"More Scott's style," Virgil murmured, just loud enough to be heard. "Only without the book."

Scott shot him a look, but then smirked. "Better the bar than the hot springs."

Their father held up a hand before Alan could respond.

"It's your call, boys. Which of you want it?"

Virgil looked at John.

"You take it," John said. "Just let me look at Brains' circuitry before you burn it out."

"I don't short-circuit everything!" Virgil protested, flushing. Just because he had a track record…

"Just control panels," Scott said.

"The communicators' wiring."

"Those engine components."

"Okay." Virgil held up his hands in surrender. "They weren't my fault, and you jerks know it."

The trouble with testing prototypes was that they weren't always ready.

"The coffee machine was, though." John said.

Virgil winced. "Yeah, fair," he admitted, "that was my fault."

"I knew it!" Scott glared at John. "You made me think-,"

"I never said it was your fault," John said. "I just let you believe it."

"Thanks," Virgil said, touched. John winked. He'd been terrified Scott would find out he was the reason why coffee wasn't an option for a couple of days.

"Any time."

"Are you quite finished?" Despite their dad's tone, there was a sparkle in his eye.

Virgil once again looked at John.

"Finished," they said in unison. Gordon laughed and Scott shook his head, half-fond, half-exasperated.

"It's agreed, then? Virgil will take the second jetpack tomorrow. Prototype rules only, son. No heroics; no trying to break records; and for goodness sake, no listening to whatever your brothers suggest."

"Agreed," Virgil said, drowning out his siblings' protests.

His dad stood up. "Tomorrow morning, then. Your grandmother wants to go into the village in the afternoon."

He didn't look thrilled at the thought, but they could hardly leave her sitting in the châteaux for the entire vacation.

"Al may have recommendations," Gordon said innocently.

Their dad glanced at Alan's flushed face and shook his head.

"I don't want to know," he said. As he moved away, Virgil was certain he was repeating that mantra.

"Plans for this afternoon?" John said, heading off Alan's retort before he could utter it, ever the peacemaker.

"Coffee," Scott groaned. His entire posture slumped now their father was out the room. "Lots of coffee."

Virgil chuckled. "I've got a sketch I want to finish."

His dad would have him testing the pack all morning. Then his brothers would likely want a second-by-second account in the afternoon. Virgil didn't think there would be much time to himself the following day.

John and Gordon exchanged looks.

"What?"

"Where one goes…"

"… the other follows."

"We do not!" Virgil was not staying off the slopes just because Scott wasn't going up.

"Do we?" he added, glancing at Scott.

"We don't," Scott confirmed.

"Yes, you do." Alan, Gordon, and John all spoke at once.

"I'm going to help Grandma," Scott said. No one spoke before he was out of the room.

"Bets on his excuse for falling off his chair last night?" Gordon said with a grin.

"I'm not sure he even remembers," Virgil said. He uncurled his legs, stretching his toes towards the heater. "But if it gets us off washing up for a week, then that's good by me."

What were brothers for, if not to get him out of chores occasionally?

FF.Net ->

[batbeato]

As someone who has read the Divine Comedy, one of Umineko's many inspirations, there's an interesting aspect of the Divine Comedy that is twisted in Umineko - Virgil.

(Before we start, I want to say that this is not a Virgilius post. I love him, very much, but this is primarily dealing with Divine Comedy comparisons and the Virgil we received - Virgilia.)

The role of Virgil in Dante's story is to lead Dante to Beatrice - this is a role that Virgilia assigns herself within Umineko as well. In The Divine Comedy, Virgil comes when Dante is at his lowest, faced with an impossible challenge, and he states that he was sent by Beatrice herself to guide him to her.

Before Virgil came to rescue him, Dante felt completely lost: he was faced with a great hill guarded by three beasts, representing various sins (pride, lust, and greed). Virgil makes a prophecy about these beasts that relates to Dante's political views, and then Virgil tells Dante that they cannot climb the hill, but must instead descend into the depths of hell - the furthest place from heaven and Beatrice - in order to ultimately ascend, triumphing over Dante's difficulties and reaching their objective (heaven/Beatrice).

The relationship between Dante and Virgil is one that has been interpreted by many as homoromantic, and it involves Dante having a great deal of respect and attachment to Virgil. Virgil leads Dante confidently through Hell, though he is as lost as Dante is during their ascent of Mount Purgatorio (as Virgil has never been there), and once Dante is in Heaven, Virgil abruptly disappears, having returned to Hell. Dante weeps for Virgil at first, only to be corrected by Beatrice, for he has many other sins (against Beatrice) he should be crying for.

Virgil can represent homoromantic bonds being superseded by heterosexual norms, but he is also a representation of Human Reason, which is needed to avoid sins (navigate Hell) and can assist in improving oneself (ascending Purgatorio), but is in the end overshadowed by belief/love/devotion. Dante's love of Virgil and love of reason is important, but according to the Divine Comedy, it is not as important (or holy) as Dante's love of Beatrice/God.

In Umineko, while these concepts remain - reason is important (red/blue truth), but love and belief can supersede mere reason (golden truth), and together they allow Battler to finally understand Beatrice - Virgil's role is not completely filled by Virgilia.

To be honest, it feels as though Virgil is split in two - into Virgilia and into Erika - because they are.

Virgilia represents Virgil the guide, who leads Battler to Beatrice. Battler does not cry over Virgilia's departure and there is no element of separation or graduation from Virgilia's guidance, replaced instead by Virgilia's betrayal, which does make Battler weep.

Erika, meanwhile, represents Virgil as Human Reason. Her presence in the story motivates Battler to look beyond human reason into (divine) love to see the truth of Beatrice. It is Erika who brings Knox into the gameboard, and who challenges Battler to look beyond his previous faulty arguments.

(It can also be argued that Virgil as the Homoerotic Bond is represented by Ronove, especially as he is a demon and thus originates in Hell, and he does help Battler on occasion.)

Though Virgilia is the most obvious derivative of Virgil, we can see elements of his role in other Umineko characters, and we can see how the themes of Human Reason and Divine Love express themselves through these new avenues.

Of course, I would have loved to see Virgilia take more from Virgil, and play a more active role in the story, especially given how her screen time is mostly comedic in Episode 4 and she only has a few scenes in Episode 6. But I'll take what we have, which is interesting in and of itself in its adaptation of such a classic work.

[tracybirds]

Hello!

Loving your responses to the sickness prompts so far!!

Wondered if you might come up with something for Careful Care with John as Character A. Dealer's choice for Character B.

Please and thank you.

:)

We'll pretend it hasn't been a couple of *ahem* months since I got these - but thank you for your patience and the late night inspiration <33

careful care: it’s hard for[character A] to accept help. [character B] knows which care methods are “acceptable”. 

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Another anomaly.

EOS catalogued the newest data point, the slow trend away from the norm growing more evident with each passing hour.

It wasn’t yet enough to confront John, but the data flooded in as he coughed, bracing himself against the wall.

EOS remembered the more colloquial term from Gordon – ‘hacking up a lung’ did seem more appropriate for the situation in front of her, despite her dislike of figurative speech.

“Ugh,” John said, grimacing slightly. His posture was slumped, his eyes bleary. He barely glanced in her direction as she settled in front of him and lowered the array.

“John.”

“Don’t,” he said, cutting her off instantly.

“I just–”

“Doesn’t matter.”

She kept her display a bland white and her tone neutral.

“There’s tea in the galley.” No reason, no judgment. “We are monitoring three weather systems and five major engineering projects. No sign of current danger.”

You should rest. Words she didn’t say.

John gave a sharp nod.

There was none of his usual ease in motion, fluidity lost to the ache in his bones. He turned away from the stars as he reached for the mug with a shaky hand.

EOS withdrew.

She had what she needed.

A channel opened to Tracy Island.

“You need to be here,” she informed Virgil, before he could say a word.

He frowned, leaning forward as though looking for John in the holo.

“He’s in the galley,” she said, responding to his unasked question. “I made him tea, but I don’t know what happened next.”

“Is John sick?” asked Virgil in a soft voice.

“Nearly,” she said, and he nodded.

“Good job,” he said, and the praise made EOS glow even brighter. “I’ll look after him.”

“I wish he’d let me.”

Virgil hesitated, halfway out the door.

“Someday, he might,” he said eventually. “It’s hard for him.”

“What’s so hard about staying in bed and watching television and drinking soup? All my research suggests that minor illnesses are easily treatable and highly predictable.”

Virgil could only offer a half-smile.

“It’s simple enough, EOS. But it sure doesn’t feel that way when your body’s fighting against you. Imagine if you woke up and you suddenly couldn’t access all your systems. And those you could were sluggish and you know it’s not right but there’s nothing you can do about it.”

EOS didn’t have to imagine. She remembered her early existence with perfect clarity, and she remembered also how hard she’d fought to shake off her chains.

“What would you do?” asked Virgil. “If that happened?”

“Tell John.”

Perfectly logical.

Virgil’s lips quirked, biting back a grin.

“If John wasn’t there?” he asked. “Would you tell one of us?”

EOS found she didn’t have an answer. Logic dictated that she must answer affirmatively. Yet something held her back, a strange distaste at the idea that anybody other than John would see her in so vulnerable a position. She’d grown to trust his family, but John was different. She’d held his life aloft and he’d created her with his hands.

Virgil nodded.

“He thinks the world of you, you know,” he said gently. “He’d rather push through and pretend everything was fine than let you down.”

“This is hardly something in his control. Nor would illness be cause to ‘let me down’.”

“Give him time, that’s all I’m saying. And until that day, I’ll look after him.”

EOS nodded.

“Thank you, Virgil. I am pleased that he has you.”

 “I’ll see you up there,” he said. “I’ll show you what to do.”

“If you can convince him to go back to bed, that will be a lesson worth learning.”

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[prompt list is here if you want to reblog for yourself!]

(or if you want to send one through feel free although there is a decent backlog :P)

[kopitanis]

Kopitanis is in touch.

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

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

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

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

Data:

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

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

•Hates the smell of cigarettes.

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

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

[kieraelieson]

I still have wip for sanders sides, mostly around Virgil x Remus because I love this ship so much. What's you're favorite ship?

Oh, my favorite is analogical! Especially when they’re both like ‘in front of other people we’re stoic or loud or aggressive, but we understand each other enough to have a space to be soft.’

It’s just Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Maybe I’ll properly start writing that wip I came up with the idea for a few weeks back 🤔 I’m gonna start calling it Haunted Duplex

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Logan turned his key in the lock. On the other side of the porch, exiting the other door of the duplex, was his neighbor, holding a trash bag. Logan nodded politely in his direction. The man hunched into his hoodie a bit, and waved awkwardly.

“Perhaps I should stop acknowledging him…” Logan mused under his breath as he set his laptop bag on its hook. “He seems rather uncomfortable when I do.”

A sound like a drop of water made him snap his head towards Carassius’s tank. He stared intently at the goldfish. He would swear under oath that occasionally his fish looked like a different fish. He’d even taken Carassius to the vet before when he had developed a spot overnight. But the spot was entirely benign, and disappeared just as quickly a few days later.

He was now on high alert for any sort of notable sight or sound from the tank, and had started keeping a notebook with detailed records of any and all changes. He wasn’t sure what he was discovering, but this was certainly out of the norm, and must be recorded.

Moving more sluggishly than usual by a small amount. Appears to be a bit smaller than usual. Slight discoloration on the left fin.

Wanted to be tagged in this ask game:

@apricotbuncakes