#poor virgil

[loganslowdown4]

If Virgil was in Putting Others First:

Virgil: *appears* SHIT Sorry I’m late I—

Roman: *identity crisis*

Patton: *giant frog*

Thomas: *knocked out*

Virgil: WHY IS DECEIT HERE??

Janus: That’s your question??

[gumnut-logic]

Scott was refusing to look at him.

His big brother carefully and gently wrapped each of Virgil’s fingers one by one, blue eyes focussed ever so intently on the task.

No words were said.

None had been said the last time Scott had changed the bandages.

None had been said at the hospital.

None that Scott knew Virgil had heard. There had been the fog of anaesthesia, but he could have sworn he had heard his brother crying.

Virgil’s heart clenched at the memory.

“I’m sorry.” The words were out before he could think better of it.

Scott’s hands stilled a moment.

Those blue eyes looked up at him.

Lips moved as if to say something, but tightened almost immediately as his brother swallowed and went back to securing gauze.

But Virgil had had enough. “Scott, please!”

“What?!” He straightened, taking a step away from the infirmary bed. “What do you want me to say?”

“Tell me you’re okay.” A swallow. “That we’re okay.”

Scott’s shoulders dropped just a little. He grabbed the mitten that protected all the bandaging and fastened it over Virgil’s swollen hand. “Virgil, we will never be anything but okay.” He turned away and began packing medical supplies back into their storage box.

With both hands swaddled in various layers of cotton and non-stick dressings, there was little Virgil could do to grab his brother’s arm, so instead he hooked a long leg with a boot. “Talk to me!”

“So you can argue with me? Tell me it was the right thing to do?”

“Yes!”

“You’re wrong, Virgil! It was the wrong thing to do! I had a plan.”

“You were going to die!”

“I didn’t!”

“Because I saved your ass and you know it. That’s why you don’t want to talk, isn’t it! You thought you had it worked out, but it went south and I got hurt. That’s it, isn’t it!” He desperately tried to pin his brother with his eyes, but the man was still refusing to look at him.

Deep and forceful. “I. Had. A. Plan. You should have trusted me.”

“I do trust you. But you were going to die, Scott. And I refuse to let that happen.”

“So you decided to sacrifice yourself.”

“That’s what you were trying to do. At least doing it my way, we’re both alive to yell at each other.”

“But…” And Scott’s eyes fixated on Virgil’s hands. “At what cost?”

Virgil blinked before straightening. “Bargain basement.” His voice broke on the last syllable, but he meant it with everything he was.

His hands were burnt…badly. The rod had been that hot, it had melted through his heavy-duty gloves. There was question of scaring, possible movement loss and nerve damage. “I won’t lie to you, Scott. I’m scared.” He stared down at the swaths of white. “But nowhere near as terrified as I was of losing you.” He held his hands up. “This I can handle. With you here.” He let his hands drop gently into his lap. “Without you…” He sucked in a breath and, straightening up again, caught his brother’s wide eyes. “Without you, the world just doesn’t work anymore!” He glared at Scott. “And I will do anything to prevent that from happening!”

Blue eyes stared at him for a full moment before shifting away, wandering, and latching back onto the medical supplies like a raft in a storm. “That doesn’t sound very healthy, Virg.”

Virgil shimmied off the infirmary bed, onto his feet, and pushed himself into Scott’s personal space. His brother had always been taller than him, but Virgil didn’t need height. “You listen to me. You are integral to this family. You are the damned guiding light of this organisation and I will not see you sacrificing yourself if I can prevent it. You are my brother!”

Scott closed the lid on the medical box and looked down at Virgil. “And you are mine. So how can you expect me to watch you get injured like this for my sake.”

“Because the alternative would have hurt me more.”

Scott opened his mouth as if to rebut, but slowly shut it again.

Virgil continued to look up at him and if the pleading bled into his expression, he couldn’t help it. “Please, Scott?”

His big brother stared at him a moment, his eyes growing glassy until he had to blink.

Virgil tentatively reached out a bandage-covered hand and brushed it against his brother’s arm.

And Scott grabbed him, pulling him in, holding Virgil ever so close and tight. Bandaged hands fumbled and stuck out in awkward directions, but Virgil’s cheek found Scott’s shoulder and he clung the best way he could.

This was better.

Oh, so much better.

Virgil blinked a few times, but held on as if his life depended on it.

“I’m sorry, Scott.” Quiet, an attempt at reassurance.

Something was mumbled into his flannel shirt.

Virgil just hung on tighter.

-o-o-o-

[orbch]

I'm obsessed with your artstyle, I love your sander sides content. can you draw your fav shipps or duos?

firstly, thank you so much!!! secondly.. my favorite sasi ships?? mine? my faves??? well shit okay… cant deny that request,

prinxiety, moceit, and logince for the soul. also ive been wanting to draw the sides in different outfits lately just for fun and this was like. perfect..

[suckmyarschkarte]

lewis' debut goal 🥹🤧❤️

[princeysanders]

“elsa vs snow white was the best rap battle” “no cinderella vs belle was better”

oh?

[tinytracys]

SURVIVAL

Thundertober 2024 Day 16

Scott had been AWOL ever since Grandma told him it was his turn to do laundry duty…

Eventually Virgil was nominated to hunt him down and made a Horrifying Discovery in the Dryer Filter…

SCOOOOOTTTT!!!!! 😱😱😱

Hey Virg!

Scott!! You’re alive!

‘Course I am and - great news - I’ve found a new adrenaline sport!! Extended wash, rinse, 1600rpm spin followed by the ‘gentle dry’ cycle!! Next time I’m going for extra fast drying…

Scott… your legs…

What? Oh.

This is fine.

THIS IS NOT FINE!!!

Tis but a flesh wound…

See? All good now.

You are going to be the death of me, Scott Carpenter Tracy!

@thunder-tober

[shyjusticewarrior]

Red Hood Incorrect Quotes Pt 12

Jason: Do I have any regrets? *pulls out long list*

Jason: "Achieving consciousness-" that was a big one.

Jason: If I was a bird I'd fly into a ceiling fan.

Jason: I think a woman should be able to kill one man a month.

[halfhissandwich]

Basically how the orange side reveal will go down

[football-and-fanfics]

Netherlands NT after being eliminated from the Euro 2024 in the semi finals, Euro 2024, 10 July 2024

[firewolf111]

I hope you’re having a good day! Might I request some good old-fashioned Prinxiety? Potentially a confession? I’ve been thinking of them since the new Asides dropped!

Sorry for such a late response. My motivation really tanked. But I finally got to it. (Hope you still remember this request)

Thank you so much for the request! Hope you enjoy! <3

........................

Roman: Virgil! I need you to listen to this!

Virgil: Listen to what?

Roman: I made a song for each of the sides. Here, I'll send you yours. *getting in his phone* And there! I just sent you it.

Virgil: *shrugging and putting on his headphones before pressing play*

It plays for only a minute before he is pausing it and looking up at Roman in confusion.

Virgil: Roman....this is a love song?

Roman: What?

Virgil: This song is a love song.

Roman: Oh....really? Shoot. I...uh...gave you the wrong one. I... I'm sorry.

Virgil: It's whatever. So, who was this song for?

Roman: ...

Virgil: I won't tell. Promise. And I won't judge either. I'm just curious.

Roman: How much of the song did you listen to?

Virgil: About a minute. Why?

Roman: Did you... actually listen to the lyrics?

Virgil: Yeah. It was you singing about how much you love him. One of the lines was about you loving him despite the fact that you think his love of spiders is weird and some other thi- wait. Wait. Hold up. *his eyes widen in realization*

Roman: *laughing* Was it not obvious? Virge. The song title is literally "Lovesong for Virgil" because I never got around to naming it.

Virgil: *looking at his phone* Okay. Listen. In my defense, I wasn't expecting it to be a love song.

Roman: *looking away and rubbing the back of his neck* Neither was I. I meant it when I said I gave you the wrong song. I..uh. *clears throat* Yeah...

Virgil: So I'm not the only idiot who didn't read the song title?

Roman: To be fair, I named each song after the side I wrote it for so I could tell them apart more easily. I just... had two... written for you....

Virgil: Huh. Okay. Um... cool. Do you... want to send me the other one?

Roman: Nope. I'd rather go curl up in my room and let a hydra eat me than acknowledge that this just happened. *starts walking away*

Virgil: *mumbling* Well, now you're starting to sound like me.

Virgil: *calling out* Roman wait! The answer is yes.

Roman: *pausing and glancing back confused* What?

Virgil: *shrugging* Last line of the first verse. *Goes back on his phone*

Roman goes back to his room confused. He sits on his bed, both anxious about the fact that Virgil knows and confused by what he meant. "The answer is yes?" What does that mean? Last line of the first verse. Roman roots through his drawer to find where he wrote down the lyrics since he can't remember what that line is despite being the one to write it. Ask any Disney song and he could loet any line, but the one song he needed to remember, that he wrote, he couldn't. He eventually finds the paper and skims it to find the line. He reads it. Then rereads it. The answer is yes. The answer is yes!

"If I were to confess, would you be mine?"

The answer was yes!

.......................... (dramatic time skip)

A few minutes later has him pounding on Virgil's door.

Roman: Seriously! Did you just go to your room to spite me? You were in the living room five minutes ago!

Virgil: *cackling from the other side of the door*

Roman: Really? You can't just say that and then hide. Come on! *whining* That's not fair.

Virgil: *Cackling louder*

Roman: Virgil!

Patton: *passing by before glancing between Roman and the door* Is something.... wrong?

Roman: Virgil is being a jerk.

Virgil: *opening his door with a wide grin* Roman is just mad because he owes me dinner

Roman: What? No, I don't!

Virgil: And I believe a song as well.

Roman: I... you are impossible to understand, you emo nightmare.

Virgil: Oh, you know you love me.

Roman: *spluttering* Well... you- you're such a.... *huffs* Whatever. Jerk.

Virgil: *smirking and crossing his arms* Prick.

Patton: *glancing between them confused* .... have fun?

[loganslowdown4]

Virgil: Okay, yeah, I LOVE Logan! I have loving feelings for Logan. But does that mean that I am IN love with him? No…

Virgil:

Virgil: Oh my god. I’m in love with Logan.

Virgil: Why didn’t anyone tell me??

Patton: We thought you knew.

[gumnut-logic]

Heavy Lifting

Just a quick scene. A little action and lots of desperation for poor Virg. He really shouldn't be subject to my fluctuating moods. Like, really? Poor boi :D

He really loves his littlest brother, by the way.

I hope you enjoy this angstfest.

-o-o-o-

“Alan! Don’t let go!”

“Virg, I’m slipping!”

To Virgil’s horror, Alan did slip. He clamped down with every muscle in his arm and gut, desperate to hold onto his littlest brother.

But he could still feel those small gloved fingers sliding ever so slowly through his grip.

God, please, no.

He struggled, throwing idea after idea out of his mind, desperate to find a way to get Alan up and secured…to his belt, to the grapple line, to anything but his failing hold.

Virgil’s other arm had a gouge across his bicep, interfering with his ability to move it at all. It was screaming at him at the strain, but his heart was shouting louder as his brain could not supply a solution other than physically pulling his brother up and close with his one good arm.

Heavy lifting was his speciality, after all.

They were hanging off the side of a half-constructed skyscraper. It was raining and the wind was howling. Everything was wet including Virgil’s gloves.

Gecko gloves would have solved the majority of the problem. He automatically threw the tech onto his to-do list, to add to his everyday gloves, even triggering the initial design need to make the gecko grip appear at will.

But it didn’t help him or Alan right now.

“Virgil!”

Rain dripped down both their helmets, but he could still see his little brother’s face.

This was Virgil’s fault. He should have seen the structural vulnerability before the floor caved in, throwing both operatives over the edge. Virgil had grabbed his brother as they fell, firing his grapple gun just like he had done in so many training situations, but his uniform had been caught, followed by skin and his grip faltered.

And Alan fell from his arms.

It only took him a split second to recover and grab at his little brother, ever thankful to feel his hand wrapping around Alan’s, but now they were stuck, hands slipping, with a lethal drop below, hidden in the darkness.

He had to pull his brother up.

Heavy lifting.

He’s not heavy…

He’s my brother.

Hysterical thought for a terrifying whiteout as he pulled Alan up with every fibre he had.

Voice hoarse. “Alan climb!”

The wind pushed at them and they swung, spinning.

Virgil groaned, body screaming.

While Virgil contracted his arm, Alan was obviously struggling to get a second grip, his body twisting in an attempt to reach up but not lose what little grip he had. Rain poured down on them and waterproof suits shed the water in rivulets.

Virgil found he could not lift his brother up.

God, please.

“Alan!”

Fingers slipped further.

Virgil squeezed Alan’s hand tighter. Broken fingers could be fixed later.

Again he tried to pull his little brother up, even a little, enough for Alan to grab onto Virgil’s body and save himself.

Something cracked in his injured arm and Virgil screamed.

Scott was yelling into his ear.

Scott? “Scott, I can’t!” Tears ran down his cheeks.

Lightning flickered in the remains of the storm, and thunder rolled across the earth.

Alan’s fingers were slipping and…

…then they were gone.

“NO!!” The denial was ripped from his throat as his brother screamed his name.

And fell.

His little brother!

His little brother!

There was no slow motion. Alan was just gone. Taken by height and rain.

Lightning flickered again.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

His brain froze, unwilling to believe, but forced to focus on fact.

The rain still whipped against his faceplate, his now empty hand flailing in the air. The world kept moving…

But…

“Virgil!”

Scott was suddenly in his face, his arms wrapping around him, hauling him upwards, his fingers prodding Virgil’s injured arm loose from the now lax grapple line.

Virgil hung limp in his grasp.

How could he face Scott?

How could he…?

Alan.

Alan.

“Virgil, talk to me.”

Scott was in his face again. Virgil was on solid ground, his arm still screaming.

He didn’t have a voice. His throat was so tight, he could barely breathe.

A couple of clicks and Scott was removing his helmet. He was in his beloved ‘bird. Her well-lit module protected them from the storm outside.

Scott threw off his helmet. “Virgil?”

His brother needed an answer. “…Alan.” The name scraped across his larynx, his tongue.

His heart.

“Virgil?”

It was his name, but Scott hadn’t spoken.

Alan appeared behind Scott, worry on his face.

Virgil’s brain locked up.

“Alan?!” He threw himself at his little brother.

“Whoa!” Unfortunately, Virgil discovered he wasn’t stable enough to keep his own feet under him, and Alan wasn’t the heavy lifting brother, falling under Virgil, unable to support his weight.

Again, Scott caught him, grunting as he took his weight.

“I’m okay, Virg! I’m okay!”

But Virgil refused to let him go, hugging him to his chest as Scott haphazardly lowered the both of them to the floor.

Virgil buried his face in his little brother’s hair. “Allie, oh, god, Allie.”

“I’m okay, Virg. Need to breathe.”

“Virgil, you’re bleeding.” Scott tugged gently on his arm. The arm that was screaming even more now he was using it to hug the brother he thought he had lost.

“I’m sorry, Alan, so sorry.”

“Hey, I’m okay, big guy. See…” He brought his forehead down to touch Virgil’s. “Scott caught me.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Yes, he was beside himself. There were tears, tears of relief.

“Virgil, sit back, you’re bleeding all over your ‘bird.” Again, Scott was attempting to move him, his voice commanding yet all worried big brother.

“C’mon, big bro, sit back, and let us fix you up, okay?”

Virgil followed Alan with his eyes, but he obeyed, sitting back against something that was suddenly behind him on the floor as Scott pulled out a laser cutter and began slicing up his uniform to get to the injury.

Virgil settled for grabbing Alan’s hand and holding on to it ever so tight.

And this time, he wouldn’t let go.

-o-o-o-

[rushingexpress]

my memory can be wack, but just listening to "where, oh, where is thomas?" just reminds me of the great discovery and it's wild, seeing an actual screenshot of:

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THAT BOY?

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

Head cannon: Virgil is slightly pissed that when any of the other sides come into his room, the eyeshadow appears naturally, but he has to apply it manually, despite the fact he lives in his room.

OH I LOVE THAT SO MUCH FJWKSMWMEKWWKF

[caitcat04]

I've not been in the tss fandom for a while and I forgot the TERMOIL these characters are in

[idontknowreallywhy]

Just gonna leave this here because… bro feelings.