#toddler virgil

[sleepyvirgilprompts]

In a human AU, Virgil is a toddler who will cooperate with naptime if and only if he is allowed to sleep in a laundry basket.

[awesamkiller]

this may or may not be the best sims household ive created in years

[jaratedeguadalupe]

anxcietmus is the one braincell being passed around and nobody catching it

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

So Virgil knew Patton would have powers because he’s got two superpowered fathers, but actually only Virgil has powers because of genetics, Orin had powers cuz he submitted to experimentation

Anyway it would be funny if the mixture of Virgil’s natural meta genes and Orin’s fucked up genetic material caused Patton to have hulk-like powers (Lilypatton)

[toddler-virgil-the-bean]

Eyes does draw-ded a pumken, ans den eyes does a rite my naymes! Ans a boo! *giggle*

[eliotquillon]

fuck it since i got that snotty anon bc i over analysed isabelle lightwood’s name let’s stay on theme and talk abt my wayward gang name/nickname headcanons:

sybella: went by bells/bella as a kid and then turned thirteen and exclusively started going by sybella because she wanted to be Taken Seriously. obvious exception is ollivan calling her ‘ellie’, which she pretended to hate when they were together but secretly loved, and really did hate after he came back from exile because what right does he have to call her that anymore when he pushed her away and forced her to leave and left of his own accord and made her hurt for so long. doesn’t really use nicknames for other people and i can’t see her calling ollivan any typical endearments but i think she lovingly called him an idiot a lot and that was their version of babe etc

lev: his name is too short for nicknames and he’s upset about it but also everyone called him ‘the mallory boy’ behind his back for years anyway so honestly he’s just glad that people started using his first name at all. only really lets virgil call him by his surname and occasionally ollivan. definitely comes up with/uses nicknames for other people and tried really hard to get ‘ollie’ to catch on for ollivan (didn’t work and everyone hated it). for sure calls virgil ‘my love’ or ‘darling’ but if canon were set in the 21st century he'd be a HUGE babe/baby user and that's my truth

virgil: dude has a ton of bossy older sisters i guarantee he had a truckload of unflattering childhood nicknames from them and hated every single one. not a particularly big fan of going by his surname with people he doesn't know very well because he likes to be judged by his actions and not his family's wealth but a big exception is made for ollivan because they've always called each other by their surnames as an inside joke referencing the fact that they're only friends because of their families (and their disdain for them). takes himself too seriously to use pet names for lev despite being terminally down bad for him so calls him ‘mallory’ because he likes being the only person who’s really allowed to do it and that’s about as soppy as he gets

ollivan: has insisted on going by his full first name ever since he could talk pretty much; switched over to just going by ‘sims’ amongst most people as a teen as a way of subtly fuck-you reminding his grandfather that he’s his own person with a different surname. generally calls people by their surname as an affectionate bro-thing; obvious exceptions made for sybella, but also jasper . he does not look too hard at why he calls jasper by his first name. anyway i think names/nicknames are important to him and consciously or not it’s something that had a lot of meaning when he chooses to give someone a nickname. when he was small he used to call cassia ‘cassie’ but she was too young to remember and he never called her it again after she was first packed off to camden

cassia: has never really gone by her surname, not even formally, and feels pretty alienated by it; in camden she was always ‘miss cassia’ in formal settings, although that changes when she goes back to the heart. when they were together gedeon called her cass, which she initially liked but was too shy to start going by in front of anyone else, and then when he went missing she decided she hated it lol. when she was very young (7-8 maybe) hester would very, very occasionally call her ‘flower’ when she was upset or scared as a reference to her name’s etymology, and that’s partly what got her so into gardening/nature as a kid because she basically imprinted on hester and wanted to know Why that was her nickname. again she doesn’t remember ollivan calling her ‘cassie’ as a toddler but fyfe calls her it very teasingly once or twice after she returns to camden/ollivan goes to france and she feels weird about it for a reason she can’t put her finger on, so although she doesn’t say anything he drops it pretty fast

[rie-anessia]

Miguel’s super sweet baby brother, Gunner. He's a little monster, always torturing Jess, Virgil and Miguel (IE, being a toddler) but he's a major little cuddlebug ❤❤

Art by hamgurgerald on twitter

[delimeful]

thinking wibar thoughts rn.. imagine if the crew was sent to an uninhabited jungle planet for work and lets virgil explore/help them. and virgil is just So Stressed the entire time, and theyre like "is virgil.. afraid of the jungle? i mean it would make sense, he is from a deathworld, i imagine earth jungles are very deadly-"

meanwhile virgil is just on the brink of a stress aneurysm bc his crew is So So Tiny and Fragile and Breakable and also logan is So Curious and roman is So Adventurous and patton is So Friendly with Wild Animals. and it is taking all he has to not pick them up like misbehaving toddlers when they do dangerous shit.

virgil stress levels when he has to wrestle a space jaguar: meh. kind of cool past the attempted mauling tbh

virgil stress levels when patton touches the leaf of a random plant before he can make sure it's not space poison ivy:

[edutainer2022]

I made it to Vienna for the week-long Digital Humanism event and I've been meaning to place Earth and Sky in Vienna for ages. This is an absolutely indulgent, decadent, undiluted fluff, full of bosom headcanons, informed by the first Sunday of fall here, drenched in sunlight, late summer flowers and classic German poetry. That's it, that's the story - Scott in Virgil go to Vienna and absolutely nothing hurts.

Thank you always to @janetm74 for putting up with my ramblings.

SUNLIGHT AND POETRY

He could smell the eye-wateringly expensive coffee first. Then the steps, muffled by luscious grass, were followed by a nondescript grunt that probably summarized the general state of the joint World Council, World Bank and GDF committee. An equally obscenely expensive suit jacket was thrown on the lawn unceremoniously to dub as a picnic blanket and, finally, the full length of Scott flopped and stretched beside him, wiggling to get comfortable. A goody bag with a tell-tale Zacher Hotel crest landed in Virgil's lap and he put aside the sketchbook, wasting no time to dig in. Coffee and the most luxurious chocolate cake in the world certainly worked the magic to improve Scott's mood and soon he was grinning up to the sky, although Virgil knew to look for signs of weariness in the corners of blue eyes. He was tempted to return to sketching, though - Scott's relaxed smiles, although in a far more ample supply after Dad's return, were still a rare treat.

Usually, it would be Virgil dragging biggest brother along to Vienna, when Opera was in season or an art exhibition Virgil didn't want to miss - a feat frequently accomplished with toddler-wrangling worthy bribery in form of copious amounts of Austrian finest street food and baked goods or the deployment of most deadly puppy eyes. The exasperated groan signaled that the odorous Wienerwurst from a digny kiosk on the corner of Bristol Hotel was still in the cards that day, much to the hotel staff's (and finest chefs') incessant bewilderment. The Tracies rented the penthouse floor at the historic Bristol, facing Vienna State Opera, for years, the place deemed secure enough by Kyrano Sr. all those years ago. That time, however, it was Virgil who tagged along whole Scott had a week of sessions set up with the Joint Committee of Global Services on the update of interoperable search and rescue policies. Trust Scott to spend his hard carved downtime on redrafting global policies and making the world a better and safer place.

That was just it, Dad having put his foot down (two, actually, and a fist) on IR rota expansion and rearranging operations with A LOT more of their habitual toll outsourced to GDF and local response services, they had more time to pursue their interests and develop their personal strengths. To have a life in an unironic way. But that also meant spending less time together on rescues, even on the island. Scott of course up and found himself the next all-consuming cause, so Virgil was kinda... missing him. Missing his best friend in the way he hadn't since Scott left for Yale, then for AirForce. Maybe it was the ever present thrum of dread over Scott involved in any thing GDF since... That Place... that got Virgil wistful and a bit clingy. Scott, naturally, didn't mind. They were having a great time, actually, reconvening in the afternoons for leisurely strolls, good food and uninterrupted talks about everything and nothing. Virgil treated himself to revising his favorite exhibits at Albertina and Kunst Museum, then took to camping out on sundrenched lawns of Burggarten, sketching statues or people around. He never felt as at home in Vienna as Scott did. Much as their ginger spaceman could fit right in on any red brick Gothic campus, Scott, all towering height and blue eyes, and slim athletic built, and structured suits just MATCHED the stately grandor of old imperial capitals. Virgil always felt too big and too rural American among the understated regal splendor of Vienna. But here, in the landscape informed by art, and the shade of Mozart's monument, and calm, and familial bonding, he was in his element.

Scott was stretching in the evening sun, like a giant cat, and blinking his eyes slowly at Virgil - that definitely called for a sketch.

Chocolate treats were, apparently, Scott not only loot that afternoon. He shifted to the side, wiggled a hand into the suit pocket and produced a small tattered volume. Faded gilded embossing and yellowed pages belied the treasure only found in antique bookshops. Virgil wasn't surprised when Scott started reading. One of the Tracy family best kept secrets was Scott's affinity for classic reading. Passionate, well-spoken and charismatic - Scott was the darling of every AP English class teacher, the Speech and Oratory Team captain and persistently courted for a graduate degree in French Modernism through his Lit Elective at Yale. In a different life Scott would have been an inspirational military leader, a kickass defense attorney or an Office-track politician and public speaker. But a different life had not been in the cards for Jeff Tracy's eldest Son and Heir.

What DID surprise Virgil was Scott settling up to read out loud. In German.

"Wem der große Wurf gelungen

Eines Freundes Freund zu sein;

Wer ein holdes Weib errungen

Mische seinen Jubel ein!"*

And raven brow shot up quizzically and in perfect synchrony the shit-eating grin erupted:

"What?! I'm his brother too!"

"To the point of speaking German?"

The grin faded a shade. Damn.

"To the point of speaking World Bank finance and AirForce parade drills with the old European Uninion Anthem. Schiller's statue is right OVER THERE, I was in the mood."

The returned smile was muted, but mellow. Virgil thought back to an old comedy, "what? like it's HARD?" almost audible in big brother's nonchalant shrug.

Only Scott Tracy would make a point to swing by a rare books shop and get himself a 1820s copy when he felt like reciting Schiller's poetry on a sunny afternoon in the old royal palace park. Virgil certainly hoped that indulgence streak broadened and became a habit.

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* A stanza from Ode to Joy, Friedrich Schieller

[sleepyvirgilprompts]

Every now and then, one of the Sides randomly turns into a toddler. At the moment, Virgil is a toddler, and he's throwing a tantrum because Thomas won't agree not to do something Virgil doesn't want him to do. (Whether or not Virgil knows or is able to articulate what it is he wants is up to you.) Thomas's response is to curl up with a blanket, listen to some music, and take deep breaths. Virgil persists at first, but after a while, he starts to falter, and then falls asleep. Thomas is relieved. Having your anxiety be a toddler who needs a nap is a nightmare.

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

If laoft characters hadn't already had names, what names would you have chosen?

ooooooh okay so ironically. they did almost, technically, kind of, have different names

in my VERY first notes reference for laoft, literally written in my phone the day after CLBG aired and i desperately wanted to make a really cool role for what i thought was the series newly introduced antagonist, was a list of characters "true names"

basically, i was going to take the idea of being careful with your true name to the maximal extreme, to the point that your "true name" in wickhills wasnt even your legal name, but a completely secret name that only you and your parents knew. Logan, Patton, Virgil, Roman were all going to be "outer names" and these new names i wrote would be the true ones.

and also that these names got little add ons as you aged and met certain milestones, developed certain traits. i dont know if any of you have read eragon (and i dont reccommend you do) but it had a similar system

so Patton was going to be born "Adal" (righteous, sincere, noble), and then sometime in toddlerhood gain become "Adalwin" (Win meaning friend. He gained Eulalos (which i later reused the feminine form for Eulalia the parakeet!) when he got his gift, and "Clement" (Gentle) when he befriended Logan.

Roman was born "Wynne" (friend), which became "Hartwin" as a toddler ("hart" meaning brave, or a male deer). around the time he started hunting fae he gained the second name "Kemp" (warrior) and after the deal gained "Alcaeus" meaning "strength"

Logan i never settled on, but the top contenders were "Mattan" (gift), "Epiphanes" (appearing) and "Irenaeus" (peaceful). i also played around with the idea of matching twinny names for Logan and Thomas. Samson and Jericho (sun and moon), Florus and Thales (flower and blossom), Artemidoros and Apollodoros (gifts of the moon and sun, respectively).

And you've actually already seen what Virgil's was going to be, or at least part of it. "Brennus" the name of Virgil's character in the Fair Folk and Fortresses universe, was my pick for his first name, and the full thing was going to be "Brennus Aelfric Sitheach"

Brennus can mean king/prince or raven, Aelfric means elf-king, and Sitheach means fairy-like. i also had this idea i thought was clever that the reason the curse worked so well was because it changed his true name from "Aelfric" to "Aelfstan" (Elf Stone) ie froze him to stone

like i said this was literally my very first laoft document, so none of this really survived once i started worldbuilding in earnest, mostly because as you can see it would have been really just wildly impractical.

its so old that it still has the name of Thomas's IRL friends as classmates (joan valerie talyn etc) from before i decided i wanted to use cartoon therapy characters instead and save the fictionalized real friends for thomas to meet in college AND from when i was still assuming it was going to be moxiety and logince.

changing the two separate romantic plots in The Darkest Part Of The Forest to one poly love "triangle" was the point where i really started to diverge from "making a one-to-one DPOTF au" to making something that was more personal to me. im not even entirely sure if i'd call this particular document LAOFT LoreTM but its definitely a step in the process i think is kinda neat!

[an0thergl1tch]

Here are some sanderssides outfit headcanons because I’m gay :

Remus : Definetly had a pair of the Brendan Urie are you nasty booty shorts at some point in time. When alone this bitch either dresses like a emo slut, a toddler who decided to dress themselves for the day, a punk anarchist, or Adam Sandler, there is no in between. Janus has to convince him to put on pants when guests come over. “Who says I can’t wear converses with my dress.” Janus has to stop him from spontaneously cutting his hair or giving himself piercings so has a BUNCH of fake ones. Spends 10 minutes taking off all of his accessories. Puts in funky contacts to be edgy. Never throws old clothes out and thinks it looks punk despite there being very obviously not intentional large holes in them. Either extremely over or under dressed, If there’s a dress code, it’s ignored. Constantly wearing platforms. Definitely has tried to give himself a scar on his face because he thought it would look kickass, he no longer has access to knives. Randomly does sfx makeup to freak people the fuck out.

Janus : So much vintage wear. Definetly has a pin striped suit somewhere in his closet, dosent wear it because Virgil calls him the cat from Tom n jerry. Definetly has tea parties in renissance era dresses. Probably has one of those dramatic 60s newly widowed housewife robes that he wears while lounging with a glass of wine. Probably wore one of those androgynous suit dresses to Thomas’s prom, Roman was pissed because he looked better than him. Extremely overdressed, would wear red to a funeral. So many fucking hats, need I say more. Beauty is pain, there is no functionality, he can’t walk in half his outfits. Wears a lot of layers but actually has the excuse of being cold blooded.

Virgil : Oh so many bracelets, who gave him access to so many bracelets. Spends a solid 2 hours teasing his hair and putting makeup on every morning (this bitch is a GOD at eyeliner.) So many layers, you do not need to be wearing 3 hoodies at once. Somehow always cold despite having enough clothes on to survive in the artic. “Oh fuck one of my bracelets fell off.” Acts like he despises pink despite wearing neon pink raccoon tails during his college scene phase. Extremely underdressed unless he has the energy to dress as a Victorian vampire. Definitely experiments with goth makeup and clothing.

Patton : Its giving youth pastor. Owns every color of polo shirt. Wears aviators to look ‘hip’ and ends up looking like goose from top gun. Definetly has a leather jacket somewhere in his closet that he only wore to college parties to look cool (the obligatory dad mid life crisis leather jacket, probably worn and probably has seen some shit.) Constantly wears a tool belt or a Fanny pack, lord get this man a backpack. Had horrendous emo phase, good lord MySpace traumatized him. Definitely has a jersey and varsity jacket but actually IS into sports. Needs to get outfit tips because he will wear a polo shirt and cargo pants to every occasion. So many dad hats.

Roman : wears jerseys and varsity jackets despite not being into sports at all. Loves makeup but goes horribly every time he tries to do it on himself. Has to be held down to do eyeliner or mascara because he will NOT stop moving and complaining about you poking his eyes out. Loves being overdressed however half his wardrobe is costume pieces he pretends are high end items. So many rings and necklaces. “Buy me Prada” *is wearing thrift store jeans* Takes hours getting ready, getting dressed takes 10 minutes but he has to get his mindfulness meditation for the day in before he leaves. Definitely has a purse collection.

Logan : This dude probably has so much vintage clothing and historical pieces but is absolutely terrified to wear any of it and wrinkle anything. Has a tie collection (extremely obvious) however half of them are funky ties Patton spotted while shopping and gave to him. Has hundreds of the same shirt but tons of blazers and vests to spice things up a bit. Definitely has a collection of very high end leather shoes that he takes care of dearly and gets heavily pissed off if someone steps on them. So many cheesy nerd pun t-shirts that he wears exclusively in his room because Patton would freak the fuck out. Is tired of people calling him Steve Urkel or a newsie when he puts on suspenders. Practicality over looks, however makes a few exceptions (This bitch would look amazing in a corset.) Can run in heels and Roman is extremely jealous and terrified. Can do makeup surpisingly well.

[tssidesfics]

Updates

We've entered the holiday season, which I don't really give two shits about except kinda Halloween and even then I never do anything. But my abusive parents do, and the way they manifest that is, weirdly, by just increasing the abuse for the last three months of the year. I think I'm fine enough, but I'm going to be struggling with depression through the end of the year, meaning I likely won't get much written. It's all tricky writing from here on out with all my series.

Said series are: A Story of a Soul in All Its Stripes (best known: Morality Is Grey, my 100K+ word series about how I think Virgil defected from the Dark Sides including all the episodes written out with minor differences explained by Thomas remembering these conversations back to write the scripts). In All the Fifty-One and a Seventh Realms (uneducated disabled dhampir Virgil, disabled Janus/Remus in an anarchists-with-benefits relationship, namely exemplified by the one where Janus is cursed to be a politician and Remus insists an over-it succubus sex worker's help in saving him). And Superhero Toddler Roman, which speaks for itself, I think it's a pretty original concept. Along with many, many one-shots. Browse my AO3 and see if there's anything you recognize I've worked on. https://archiveofourown.org/users/thein273

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[lonely-little-boy0-0]

Virgil Sanders Agere Moodboard + Headcanons

⛈️ Regresses to a wide range of ages, from baby/toddler to older teen

👾 Tries to be tough and scary when he's regressed. Doesn't like being babied (actually does)

🕷️ Listens to music very loud for stims

☔️ Doesn't talk a lot. When he does, he talks exactly the same as normal, no one can tell he's regressed

🪡 Doesn't like lots of physical affection, except sometimes holding hands

👿 Likes watching horror movies. The ones for kids and the actually scary ones

🖤 Likes pacis and teethers but is embarrassed about it

x x x | x x x | x x x

[toddler-virgil-the-bean]

Hewwos! Sowwy I no does a beens on heres bery muchly... I no does a- I a- ums, I feels a no goods. Bus I does a sill says a- 'appy new years? I does fink dat wites.

[idontknowreallywhy]

THUNDERMUMBAG 2!!

What is now intriguing me is this… in my days of wrangling a toddler, all us parenty types had 3 vital things in the BagOfEverything:

- spare clothing for toddlebeast

- toddlebeast’s favourite snack

- The One Thing that would, without fail, distract toddlebeast from any of tantrum-over-unacceptable-colour-of-sippy-cup, heartbreak-over-dropped-icecream, the-grevious-insult-of-skinned knee or it would keep them entertained for the 3.25 seconds you need to change the filthy nappy/diaper. This One Thing could change week by week and would vary from a squeaky disembodied zebra head to a wooden spatula via a lone piece of duplo and a piece of cloth with a care label of a particular texture…

So what would Virgil carry in Two as The One Thing for each of the toddlers competent adult siblings in his life?

People call Scott the family dad, but Virgil is definitely the family mum.

Come here, let us tell you a little secret.

Did you know that Virgil has a locker for each brother and Kayo in Thunderbird Two?

This isn't for them to store their things, nope, this is for him to store things for them.

We're talking spare clothes in their size, their favourite drinks and snacks, and any equipment they use on a regular basis (a spare jetpack lives in Scott's).

It doesn't matter how often a brother goes out with him, they are still just as important and he will still keep things for them in Two.

Basically, Thunderbird Two is nothing but a giant handbag that Virgil uses to carry everything that everyone else would forget to bring.