#deaf!virgil

[loooresloveletters]

Did i just hear the commentator say Virgil’s ill 🤨

#let’s hope I’m just deaf #virgil van dijk

[virgils-screams]

Me And You | Dukexiety

Virgil may seem ooc, so may Remus! I wrote this like a month ago-

Remus is too tired to be disturbing- lol

There are no TW! - Wow  am I right?

High school au, Janus is deaf, cause I could.

Could be read as platonic, not proof read.

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Virgil pulls out his phone to text Remus for his whereabouts, they had promised to go to the park after school but for some reason Remus had disappeared.

Sighing he scrolls through his contacts selecting Remus, when a grunt took his attention, he looked up and saw the gym doors open, with light pouring through, and like a cheesy chick-flic moment he peaked in.

In the center of the room Remus was wrestling another classmate. Ah, he forgot about his practice. He scanned the area quickly to see the other wrestlers watching intently as Remus had put a hold on his opponent, the coach signalling he had won moments later. The loser got up and glared at him as he rounded Remus to sit with who Virgil now assumed were other unlucky losers.

Virgil debated leaving and waiting for him out side so he wouldn't seem like a perv, and he was about to walk away too if it weren't for the coach calling up Janus.

Janus had a grin on his face as he stood opposite of Remus, he signed something to him before getting in position. Remus chuckled out "you wish" before also getting set.

Virgil saw Remus' eyes drift to him for a second, and Virgil ducked out from the door way immediately hearing an 'oof' and cheering shortly after.

"Great job, Janus!" One of the bystanders shouted.

... Oops, did he cause that?

Virgil scurried out of the school and opted to wait at his car and play on his phone.

"Slut."

"And hello to you too, Rem."

Remus rolled his eyes at him pushing him out of the way of the passenger door. "You cost me a perfect practice."

He hummed in acknowledgement going around to the drivers seat.

"One could argue you were fated to lose anyway, Janus almost always beats your ass."

He could almost feel the eye roll from Remus.

"Yeah, Almost! I had a chance if it wasn't for this strangely attractive pervert watching us fight."

Virgil pulled out of the parking lot only offering an amused smirk.

The drive to the park was relatively quiet besides the low hum from the radio as Remus switched from staring at his phone and looking out the window. His eyelids getting heavier by the minute.

"Hey, you dozing off there?" Virgil pushed his shoulder lightly.

"Mmh- hey!" The car swerved a bit when Remus shoved back.

"Alright, calm down," he sighed looking briefly at Remus, taking in his appearance. "You sure you don't wanna just head to your place? You seem pretty tired."

Remus shook his head sitting up in an effort to make himself more awake. "No, no, I wanna go to the park, I promised I would-" he was cut short with a yawn, glaring at Virgil when he laughed.

"C'mon, Rem, we can go to the park tomorrow,"

Remus watched in annoyance as Virgil turned down a road that lead the opposite direction of the park, momentarily contemplating grabbing the wheel.

"It's not like I'm gonna get any sleep anyway. My brothers are bringing friends over." He huffed.

"Well, then we'll go to my place, it's not like you haven't stayed over before."

Remus hummed distractedly, looking back out the window.

"Aight, we're here."

Remus all but drug himself into Virgils room, ignoring the snickers from Virgil.

"The twins will freak when they find you here." He commented setting his stuff on his desk then collapsing onto his bed.

Remus smiled fondly at the mention of them and got onto the bed with him.

"Your brothers are so sweet, I can't wait to be charged enough to play with them." He sighed closing his eyes when he got settled.

"Hm" the tv turned on to a show he couldn't give a rats ass about, but it lulled him to sleep nonetheless, along with the quick taps on Virgils laptop next to him.

Virgil was so focused on his work as he typed away for an assignment that was due Monday that he didn't register the snores coming from beside him and only realized Remus was asleep when he turned and threw an arm into his laptop, which, not that anyone would know, scared the bejesus out if Virgil.

"Holy shit-" his right hand clutching his chest where his heart would be, turning to Remus' sleeping form.

"If you broke it, youre paying."

He muttered turning back to his laptop, he carefully pulled it from under Romans arm and surveyed the damage. "Oh, that's not so bad you only," his voice raised slightly in a panic as he continued, "erased half of my work!? Dammit!" He sighed carding his hand through his hair, he set his laptop to the side and just laid back watching the tv as he conveniently forgot about his work. Soon after falling asleep.

His phone alarm woke him up, he tried to sit up but when he couldn't he started to panic, even more so when the grip tightened around him tried to move again.

A tired groaning noise caused him to look to his side, a sleeping Remus hugging onto him like a koala bear.

"Ah.. That explains the- yeah" a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he carefully reached for his phone trying to not wake Remus.

When he finally managed to turn off his alarm he relaxed back into the bed, Remus now snuggling closer into him.

The warmth and the comfortability of it all quickly made him fall asleep again, damn, Remus was like a heater.

"REMUS IS HERE!!" The twins, Patton and Thomas yelled in unison, promptly jumping onto them.

"He-hey you guys-"

They squealed bouncing on the bed slowly but surely pushing Virgil off. Rude.

"Boys! Boys do you want ice cream?" Virgil hissed out trying to get the boys to quiet down.

They stopped immediately, turning to him with a gasp. "I'll get you some if you beat me down stairs."

In a moments notice they scrambled of the bed racing down stairs. Virgil chuckled lightly getting up to follow them, only turning back at the doorway to make sure Remus was still asleep.

Sure enough he was sprawled out on Virgils bed snoring away. Virgil rolled his eyes closing the door behind him, only Remus could sleep through such an attack, "weirdo." Virgil whispered fondly before the soft click of the door shutting was heard, leaving Remus to rest peacefully.

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Hope you enjoyed💜

Words: 1070

A/N: yes, I know Janus is deaf and cannot hear Remus say 'you wish', but, I wrote it with lip reading in mind. Thank you.

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#sander sides #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #sandersides #remus sanders #seb writes things #High school au #dukexiety #platonic dukexiety #janus sanders #deaf!janus sanders #logan and patton are kids

[hauntedkidstarfish]

Unheard Beauty Part 1

This is my first fanfic and please let me know if you want a second part

Prompt: Virgil has been deaf for about three months and hadn't told the others because he was worried about how they will react...Until one day the others found out

Characters: Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Janus Sanders and Remus Sanders

Pairing: None

Warning: Ableism being shown throughout some parts of the story, Remus being Remus, mentions of a Panic attack, Angst and mild cussing (Possibly that's all. Let me know if I've missed something)

Summary: Basically the prompt at the moment

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It started about three months ago after Thomas finished recording a new Sanders ASides video with all six of his sides. He prepared his living room for the appropriate theme of the video which is similar to the first ASides video of Healthy distractions.

It was hard to tell how it happened for Virgil but he was in his room listening to music with his headphones, sitting on the floor in the middle of his room, when he could make out some of the lyrics but couldn't for other parts of the lyrics. Virgil sighed a bit to himself, took off his headphones, rubbed his face and thought that not being able to make out some of the lyrics was because he was maybe tired so he got up and noticed that it was oddly strange that he was able to hear his own heartbeat, not his breathing or the others as his breathing started to pick up a bit; so in order to calm himself down, he went to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

Virgil looked around the living room, nobody was there which was odd. Usually Logan was reading on the couch, Janus usually sat opposite of Logan and had a cup of tea while keeping an eye on Remus so that there wouldn't be any chaos and Patton was usually in the kitchen with Roman making lunch right about now. Virgil went into the living room with a cup of water and sat on the couch.

"Maybe they're just busy somewhere in the Mindscape..." Virgil says to himself as he drank some water. Virgil began to tap his foot a bit, worry beginning to set in. It was very odd for the others to not be where they usually were, Virgil closed his eyes shut in order to calm himself down a bit more.

Maybe a few minutes had passed and Virgil opened his eyes to be greeted with an annoyed looking prince which had scared shit out of Virgil.

"What the fuck!?!?!" Virgil says panicked, "When did you get here???"

"A few minutes ago Emo! Where have *inaudible* Why haven't you responded to the group chat?!?!?" Roman replied while crossing his arms

Patton went to Roman and Virgil and as calmly as possible said, "We were exploring Roman's side of the Imagination Kiddo. We've *inaudible* your name and knocked on your *inaudible* if you *inaudible* come with us *inaudible* answered"

Virgil looks at Roman and Patton a little confused, "Huh? I'm sorry but I didn't hear you guys"

Roman had grown more annoyed and looked a little angry when Virgil replied, "Well, maybe if you hadn't have had your headphones on maybe you would've heard us Count Woe-laf!!!"

Virgil got up and threw the remaining water from his cup at Roman, "Well I'm sorry if I was busy working in my room until now!!!"

Patton immediately went to Logan who was calmly watching the situation unfold with Janus and Remus.

Logan looked at the two sides arguing for a few minutes before going to them and saying, "That's enough. The both of you, arguing about something so trivial isn't going to get you anything. So I suggest-"

"Shut it Microsoft Nerd! What are you to say about any of this?!?! You don't even understand emotions!!!" Roman replied angrily while interrupting Logan

Virgil pushed Roman a bit, "Leave him alone!! Don't you dare bring him into this!!! You can say all you want about me to my face but don't you dare insult the others!!! Do you understand?!?!" Virgil went up the stairs and stopped halfway, he looked at the others, to see a worried Patton, a slightly worried and grinning Remus, a calm Janus, an angry Roman and Logan regaining his composure, "I won't be eating lunch today. Just go back to whatever you guys have been doing" And before anyone could say a word, Virgil went to his room, slammed it shut, locked it and fell to the floor shaking.

"Why??? What is happening?!?! I don't-" Virgil says panicked

Unbearable

Idiot

Imbicle

Why did you do that?

"Stop... please..." Virgil says quietly and began to cover his ears

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An hour later, Virgil was curled up in his blanket, lying down on his bed. He found his room to be quiet after having a panic attack but he was still glazed with worry and fear of what had happened an hour earlier. First not being able to hear some words, then getting into an argument with Roman and then having a panic attack in his room and not feeling hungry at the moment even though he could smell the food that Patton most likely made.

He didn't want to get up, he didn't know what's going on with his hearing and he wants it to just stop. He thought it will be best if he just avoided the others for as long as he can until he figured out what was going on with his hearing and why it is how it's becoming

#sanders sides fanfiction #fanfic #Virgil Deaf AU #Slight abelism #Slight angst

[dragonoffantasyandreality]

Of Fear and Statues

Based on some of my fears manifested by watching a certain analog horror series :')

(Enjoying a lot of fun for the upcoming Halloween season 😅)

Hey, at least Gordon will suffer with me XD

@teapotteringabout @skymaiden32 @knyee @janetm74 @the-original-sineater @amistrio @thundergeek59 @riallasheng @katblu42 @yarol2075 @mariashades @room-on-broom

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Virgil had always wondered why Gordon - a once military man within WASP and a fearless rescuer of International Rescue - was too darn nervous when around statues. More specifically, ones from their mainland.

It was something that he noticed since the Little Squid was a teenager.

He remembered the first time that happened: when Alan wanted to look at the Statue of Liberty, the 16 year old Gordon turned pale as a ice.

"Don't go! T-There's a giant ass horned snake in there! He'll zap you out of dimensions!"

What the heck?! Was everyone's first thought.

What was that "snake" was he talking about?

And why freaking out over a monument that just stand there? And existed for a very long time and representing the liberty of their people... for a certain time.

Usually, strange rumors and scary stories that his school friends would tell him just give Gordon something to make the old age "Unsolved Mysteries" joke.

But, since then, he was terrified for even seeing a face of one of those legendary pieces of sculped art.

Thankfully, his fear had eased for the poor Little Squid. And it seemed - at least what Virgil thought - that his phobia was long forgotten...

Until recently.

Coincidentally, Virgil was sculping a beautiful gargoyle based on a Kirin, when he heard a scream booming through the Tracy Villa!

It was Gordon's...

With wet clay on his face, hands and art apron, the pilot of Thunderbird 2 rushed out of his art studio towards his wing-man's room.

When he eventually arrived, another scream nearly made the poor Virgil deaf for a moment.

Then there was a loud crash.

And then there was silence. The Fish and the Tank simply stared at each other.

Beside a trampled Gordon, lay a film box that used the house a file cylinder, a discarded bowl of caramel-flavored popcorn, and some spilled spinach juice on the floor.

On the screen of the television, was a rather terrifying looking menu screen. The visuals replicated that of analog film nearly half a century ago, the colors were black and white. A certain statue of a warrior lady with a sword in her hand, flickered in and out in the background of the static. Along with some other strange anomalies in the semi-dark sky and a muffled vintage music was playing.

The older brother reached for the remote, convientely thrown at the edge of the doorway and turned the TV off.

"Gee Wiz, Virgil!" the aquanaut broke the silence, finding his breath, "that face paint of yours made me think you were 'Freedom' coming to chop my head off, bro!"

After another moment of awkward silence, the artist slowly put his hands on his hips, with the most deadpanned expression that rivals that of Scott's.

"Gordon? What on Earth were you doing?" he stood before the curled up joker for a brother.

"Trying to face my fears... The last ep of season one still killed me!" Gordon smiled with embarrassment as he gave the Tracy Puppy Eyes.

Virgil took the box and glanced at the cover. And then suddenly, all of the puzzle pieces just clicked into place!

He had found culprit of Gordon's odd fear, written in two words:

Monument Mythos

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 1965 #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #FishTank #thunderfam #thunderbirds fanfiction #mentions of horror #horror #comedy #my fanfics

[pareidoliaonthemove]

The Harmonica

Gordon sat at his desk, admiring the newly polished sheen on his gold medal. Although, strictly speaking, gold didn’t need polishing as it doesn’t tarnish like silver or bronze (definitely a perk for first place, in Gordon’s opinion), it didn’t feel right to simply dust it off like he did knick-knacks and souvenirs. An Olympic medal demanded a measure of respect, gold more so than others.

Gently replacing the medal in its rightful place – centre eyelevel – in his display cabinet, Gordon smiled as an incongruous object surrounded by trophies, medals and ribbons caught his eye.

A child’s toy harmonica.

The Tracy brothers had had many musical instruments throughout their lives, often passed through the ranks from Scott to Alan (although Virgil often proved to be a speedbump on that progression, as his love of music and innate need to know how things worked intersected).

Gordon’s harmonicas were an exception to this rule. Gordon, and Gordon alone, played the harmonica.

The one on display was only the first of many.

At first (or indeed, second, third, fourth, fifth ...) glance a harmonica was not what someone expected to find in a swimmer’s trophy cabinet. Trophies, yes. Occasional swimming goggles, yes. But a harmonica? Not so much.

Gordon gently picked up the harmonica, gently dusting down the outside, and bringing it to his mouth. A quick scale slide up and down, and the harmonica sang out, as brassily cheerful and out of tune as the day his first swim coach had given it to him.

In hindsight, it was an ingenious solution to an unusual problem. Coach Saywell had never really been given the credit she deserved.

Gordon had been maybe all of five when Coach had given him this toy, telling him he couldn’t return to training in the pool until he could perform five up and down scale slides on one breath.

A brilliant delaying tactic, and invaluable breath control training for an impatient little boy just starting to recover from severe bronchitis and hell bent on competing in the pool.

Gordon had been ecstatic, he now had something he could do to make him better at swimming, even if he couldn’t actually swim. It was a goal he could work towards. And work he did.

His family had been less impressed.

Surprisingly, it had been Virgil who was first to crack; Scott and John desperately holding him back as Gordon ran to hide behind their parents as Virgil swore the destruction of his tormentor with all the fervour a seven-year-old could summon.

A compromise was quickly found, and Gordon was soon in possession of an actual honest-to-god grownup harmonica.

And music lessons.

Coach may have had a fine bead on how to motivate and support swimmers, but she was tone deaf when it came to musicians.

It turned out their mother had been as tortured as Virgil by the out of tune racket – she just held it better.

It was to the surprise of many that Gordon had stuck with the harmonic, although it was a distant second to swimming; but it had seen him through some of the worst times in his life.

It had been a comfort when he had been sick and unable to swim, a little piece of training he could persist with out of the water.

It has been a piece of home for the twelve months he spent underwater in the bathyscaphe.

It had been one of the few things he could do during the earlier stages of his post-hydrofoil recovery, helping him relearn to control hands, mouth, tongue and lungs.

And it had been with him some of the best times of his life. It was amazing how well people responded to someone whipping out a harmonic and blasting out a few tunes, and so much easier to carry around than a guitar, or piano, say.

Gordon smiled, and gently wiped the mouthpiece clean, before replacing the harmonic back in its place and closing the cabinet.

A quick glance at his clock, and Gordon opened a drawer in his desk, pulling out a smallish leather embossed box. Flipping it open, he pocketed his favourite harmonica, a vintage Hohner Billy Joel Signature diatonic.

He grinned heading out of his room. Johnny was down, and lurking in the lounge, with the rest of the family, and Virgil was due to start his piano practice.

Time to see if their resident vocalist and pianist remembered the old classic Piano Man.

Notes:

Growing up with serious asthma (as in, thank god for modern medicine, or I’d be dead many times over) in the late 80s, one of the favourite proscribed ‘lifestyle treatments’ was breath control. To this end, I was often given a harmonica (it encouraged deep and sustained breathing, apparently) and told to go play it out in the yard.

I had mostly forgotten this, until I recently inherited the beautiful chromatic harmonica my grandparents used to give me to play with.

And it got me thinking, swimming was also a favourite lifestyle treatment for asthmatics (it’s no coincidence so many Olympic swimmers are also life-long asthmatics), so it didn’t seem to be a far stretch to put a harmonic in Gordon’s hands.

I never learned to make anything other than an ungodly racket (I’ve tried online tutorials, but they just don’t work for me), so Gordon got the music I’ve sometimes wished for.

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the Original Series, the Movies (both Supermarionation and Live Action), or the Thunderbirds Are Go Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

#my fanfic #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfic #gordon tracy

[my-muppet-art1224]

My Muppet background characters for the twins backstory.

From left to right

Frederick "cooper " Miller

Bowie "Glenn" Count

Timothy "tiny" Red

Mathew "Virgil" Count

Fun fact

Mathew is a pun because, he is the nephew of the count (math-ew). Him and Bowie are brothers, Bowie got adopted in the count family.

Cooper is cousin of the twins

Timothy is deaf and a kind soul

Bowie speaks through sound effects instead of spoken words.

#muppet fanart #fanart #the muppets #artwork #ocs #background characters

[goblinlovesmusicals]

Goblin's StEx ocs!

Jay the ore jenny:

My self insert! A genderfluid Ore Jenny who hangs around Flat-Top and Dustin. ADHD in full swing, loves to talk and flap their hands. Gets crushes on a lot of men- They're a bit small for a freight truck and wear goggles due to poor eyesight. Just an excitable lad.

Striker the diesel engine:

A diesel who was born with no wheels and weak legs, needs crutches to walk around. He lives in a yard in Tennessee, married to Trax, the adoptive Dad of Greaseball. A bit of an older guy, the true Dilf. Very caring and kind, but will also wack you if you do something dumb.

Laddie the kiddy train:

The engine of a kiddy train in an abandoned zoo. None of his coaches are sentient, the only reason he's sentient is because he has a small motor. Has heelys instead of skates, uses a bell rather than a horn or whistle. He tries to be optimistic but it's really hard when nobody has visited him in ten years and they took all the animals...

The Pipes/Smokebox the steamer:

A Steam Train who's boiler burst, was left wandering the woods blind, mute, and half deaf because the pipes and the explosion just wrecked him. He's mainly seen as an urban legend that's told to trainlets to dissuade them from leaving the yard, but he's very much real. He wants to find someone to fix him, but everyone runs away when he's near.

Snowy the snow plow:

A huge snow plow that reverse hibernates (sleeps all year until snow falls). Very no nonsense and rough, though also motherly, the perfect blend for an old lady. Has ice skates instead of normal skates and carries a big snow shovel around. Poppa/Momma's sister, they argue a lot though. Famous for having all the muscle and a big chest, ultimate milf. Married to Firebox, he's her malewife, and the mother of Hotspur and Coldsnap.

Firebox the Steamer:

A small steam train who likes to joke and goof off. Mans honestly has like no life outside of his wife and kids- He absolutely adores his giant wife and would worship her if she asked (she does). He spends most days with their sons, mothering them-

Hostpur the Diesel:

The literal embodiment of a puppy. He's Goofy, excitable, and honestly not that smart. Even so, he is lovable and loyal, he has a lot of friends. He was born a steamer, but was converted into Diesel when he grew up. He is a hopeless romantic and has a crush on a Sleeping Car named Virgil.

Coldsnap the Snow Plow:

Basically the opposite of his brother. Small, quiet, and thinks before he does things. He's his Mama's Apprentice, and takes his future role very seriously. When he isn't hibernating, he's trying to keep up with Snowy while simultaneously keeping Hotspur from playfully tackling him.

Gio the electric engine:

A young electric engine who failed as a racer. Gio was conceived in a test tube...but failed to impress his creators. He's a massive nerd and likes to play Sonic. He has a hard time grasping his electricity, often flaring and causing power outages. He has headgear that he has to wear most times, and he's green, so most don't think he's very attractive.

IQ the bay window caboose:

He grew up in a small flock of cabeese that had evolved to not have a voicebox. Eventually, growing tired of the silence, IQ fixed himself and learned to speak. He was kicked out of the flock, but he's fine by his own. He likes to sing terribly and play the accordion.

Nolan the Irish engine:

Hailing from Ireland, Nolan looks like a model engine: strong, handsome, a pretty coach by his side...but he's really unhappy. He's had to stifle his identity and personality in order to appease his yard. Cricket is in the process of breaking him out of all this,

Cricket the Australian engine:

From Australia, Cricket is just a happy guy. He likes wearing dad shirts and going to carnivals. Lately, he's been focusing all this optimism on helping Nolan with his trauma.

Toolbox the Therapy Truck:

Born a repair truck, Toolbox realized he wasn't all that inclined to help with actual repairing and welding and all that stuff. He settled for being Apollo Victoria's one and only therapist, much to the chagrin of his twin, Sprocket.

Sprocket the Repair Truck:

This guy is one word: Grumpy. He takes his job extremely seriously, which makes him a bit less sympathetic to certain things. Even so, this guy is basically like a toasted marshmallow: you gotta get past all the burnt parts to get to the soft middle. He's a secret romantic with a long distance partner, also likes romance novels and bubble baths with champagne.

Chug the Rescued Engine:

Once upon a time, authorities investigated a facility that bred trains and said authorities saw a million violations and shut the facility down. Out of that facility came Chug, traumatized and missing his babies. These days, he's doing a lot better. He lives with Toolbox and their dozen foster kids.

Tally the Ticketmaster:

Not a train, but a ticket machine. Tally sells tickets to human passengers, but he wants more in life. His feet are bolted to the ground, and he desperately wants to leave his post and have fun.

Bernadette the Business Class Car:

An older coach that is a reference/agent for most great racers. She raced with dozens of champions when she was younger and understands all there is about racing now. She has a new york accent, a big tooth gap, a 60s pin curl hairstyle, and loves to smoke and wear a lot of red lipstick.

#starlight express #stex ocs #original characters

[thomas-and-the-chocolate-factory]

Thomas and the Chocolate Factory - Chapter 12

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Fanfiction

Summary: Remus Duke is the greatest chocolatier of all time, and after living the past few years a recluse, he decides to finally open his factory once again. And it's young orphan Thomas Sanders' dream to win a ticket and get to go! Will he win a ticket? And if he does, will he make it out alive?

Masterpost

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Remus stepped onto a small dock, the planks seemingly made from sturdy rock candy. “Ah ha! Yep, here it comes!”

The waterfall of chocolate suddenly stopped flowing for a moment, revealing that behind it was a hidden cave.  And from within the darkness of the cave, something began to emerge: a large, hot pink viking-style boat. It was being rowed by rows of Oompa Loompas, programmed so their oars moved perfectly in time.

The boat drifted up to the dock, coming to a stop right by it. The Oompa Loompas inside turned, looking curiously up at the tour group - and then they burst into whispers and giggles amongst each other.

“What’s so funny?” Logan asked, raising an eyebrow as he noticed a few of them looking and pointing at him in particular.

Remus just shrugged. “They’re probably just intrigued, they don’t meet to many humans after all. Now, all aboard! We have to get going if we want to stay on schedule!” He stepped into the back of the boat, where there were a few empty rows. He sat down on the bench right at the back.

Logan went to step on next - only to find himself pushed back by Roman, who hopped on. “Hey, watch it!” Logan glared.

“Should have been faster, Book Germ.” Roman smirked as he sat down in the front-most free row with his father.

Logan sat in the row just behind, folding his arms and glaring at the back of Roman’s head, while his father sat beside him. Virgil and Linda then sat in the row behind Logan and Anton, and Thomas and Larry were left to join Remus on the back row.

“Everyone aboard? Great!” Remus called to the Oompa Loompas. “Row on!”

The Oompa Loompas resumed their rowing, the boat pushing away from the dock and continuing down the river. It was very peaceful, gently moving forward, getting a brand new view of the room around them. Thomas smiled, running his hand across the side of the boat. It was a strange, but familiar texture “Wait… is this boat made of candy?”

“Yup!” Remus grinned. “Carved right out of a giant boiled candy. It’s a surprisingly stable material.”

“I want a candy boat just like this!” Roman looked up at his father, a hard state on his face. “You have to get me one, daddy!”

Romulus sighed. “Yes, my prince, I’ll make sure of it…”

“And I want an Oompa Loompa too, get me an Oompa Loompa after-!”

“Can’t you shut up and stop screaming for five minutes?” Logan snapped. 

Virgil went to slip his headphones back on, in the hopes of drowning out the argument likely to break out… only to pause. He glanced around, counting to himself, before frowning. “Hold on. There’s not enough seats…”

“What was that?” Remus asked. “I’m a little deaf, you gotta speak louder, kid.”

“On this boat, there’s not enough seats.”

“We’ve all fit on it, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, no, we all do. But there wouldn’t have been enough room for Patton and his mom if they were here too.”

Remus hummed. “Oh well, I guess poor planning on my part. Guess things worked out pretty good.” Before Virgil could say any more, Remus changed the topic, calling out, “Now, who wants refreshments?” He leaned down, opening a small hatch by his feet and pulling out four mugs. “Since this whole batch of chocolate needs to be trashed anyways, we may as well enjoy it.”

He leaned over the side of the boat, scooping up chocolate into the mugs, before handing each one out to the four children. Unsurprisingly, Roman took the first one, then Logan, then Virgil, then Thomas.

Roman happily gulped his mug down. Logan had his mug almost immediately taken from his hands by Anton, who gave him a hard stare, before drinking it himself. Virgil just handed his mug to Linda, given he didn’t even like chocolate.

Thomas took a gulp from his mug, eyes practically sparkling as soon as the chocolate hit his tongue. It was so delicious and creamy and comforting - he could feel it warming his stomach once he swallowed it down.

“You have to try this, it’s amazing!” He held the mug out to Larry, who shook his head.

“No, kiddo, that’s all yours.”

“I’m not drinking any more until you try a bit.”

Larry sighed, smiling. “Okay, okay…” He took the mug, taking a small sip. “Hm. That is very good.” He handed it back to Thomas, who happily drank the rest.

Logan glanced between Roman and Thomas drinking their chocolate rather jealously. He sighed, fidgeting and blowing a bubble with his gum to distract himself. Only to blink, sucking the bubble back in as he looked ahead. “Um, Mr Duke? Are we supposed to be heading towards that tunnel? It looks very dark…”

“Hm?” Remus sat up, looking ahead. “Oh, yeah, that’s right. In fact, lets pick up the speed a bit, shall we?” He called the last part so the Oompa Loompas could hear, and they began to pick up a little bit of speed.

The boat passed the threshold of the tunnel, leaving the bright light of the Chocolate Room and into the total darkness. Logan squinted, adjusting his glasses, “It’s so dark… How can the Oompa Loompas see where we’re going?”

Remus grinned. “There’s no knowing where we’re rowing.” Then, his tone turned almost slightly sinister as the light of the tunnel opening disappeared behind them.

“There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction we are going There's no knowing where we're rowing Or which way the river's flowing

Is it raining, is it snowing Is a hurricane a–blowing

Not a speck of light is showing So the danger must be growing Are the fires of Hell a–glowing Is the grisly reaper mowing

Yes, the danger must be growing For the rowers keep on rowing And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing.”

The moment the final word left his mouth, the boat suddenly tipped forward. It drastically picked up speed as it cascaded down a drop. Screams rang out from the boat, with the exception of Remus, who whooped and hollered excitedly.

When the boat reached the bottom of the drop, it didn’t slow down, continuing its swift journey through chocolate rapids. Now, however, there were rainbow lights illuminating the tunnel. Thomas couldn’t help but laugh and join in Remus’ whoops. This was basically a log flume like at a theme park!

The other children didn’t seem to share the same sentiment. Virgil was gripping onto the bench and side of the boat like his life depended on it, feeling his heart thudding like a million beats a second. Roman had grabbed onto his father’s arm, screaming any time there was a small drop or a splash of chocolate in his direction.

“Why don’t you have any seatbelts or harnesses on this thing?!” Logan yelled, also gripping the seat as the lights above flashed blue, indigo, violet, then back to red.

“Because that’s no fun! What’s life without a little danger?” Remus called back.

The parents didn’t seem that fond of the ride either. Larry was keeping a firm grip on Thomas’ shoulders, not wanting him to risk falling out. Linda was leaning over the side of the boat, face pale. “Oh god, I’m gonna be seasick…”

“Here!” Remus reached into his pocket, taking out a small candy. He handed it to Linda. “It’s a rainbow drop, suck it and you can spit in seven different colours. Also good at relieving nausea.”

“Oh, um, thank you.”

“No problem. Now we’ve got one last drop coming up, so everyone hold on tight!”

Roman groaned. “Oh, no, please not another o- AAAAAH!” His sentence turned into a scream as the boat once again darted downwards.

At the end of this drop, the boat abruptly slowed down, returning back to the gentle pace. Remus sighed, grinning, “Ah, nothing like a little adrenaline and blood pumping to make you feel alive…”

The tunnel around them opened up, revealing a wide cavern, various large round doors in the walls with docks in front of them. Once they’d recovered from the extreme boat ride, the tour group looked curiously at the signs above the doors they passed.

DESSERT ISLAND

SHAVED ICE RINK

WHIPPED CREAM MADE WITH ACTUAL WHIPS

JELLO TRAMPOLINES

DRAGON DROPS: CANDIES THAT MAKE YOU BREATHE FIRE

SQUARE SWEETS THAT LOOK ROUND

“Stop the boat!” Remus suddenly called to the Oompa Loompas. “Pull up at that dock right there. That’s our next stop on the tour.”

The group looked in the direction he was pointing, the boat heading towards a particularly secure looking door. The sign above it read:

‘THE INVENTING ROOM’.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #c!thomas #remus sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #chapter 12 #fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction

[skymaiden32]

The Sound of Silence

Thundertober/Inktober 2022 Day 21: Hanger

Thunderbird Two’s hanger was quiet. Too quiet…

Continuity: TAG

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou (Please ask if you would like to be alerted when I update or write new stories)

Prompt list

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Virgil grinned as he stood back from his lady, placing his hands firmly on his hips as he admired his handiwork. She was good as new, a fresh coat of forest green paint shining against her hull. He sighed, content. Painting and his Thunderbird… He could think of no better way to spend his time. 

The hanger wasn’t just his happy place though, it also just so happened to be everyone else’s. There was normally someone else here when things were slow on the rescue front. Whoever was here would turn out to be very lucky, as he planned on saving them from having to eat the lunch Grandma was threatening to cook all morning, and heading to the mainland to grab some take-out. 

His first stop was Thunderbird One, where he was certain he would find his older brother. He’d mentioned working on his ship today. “Hey Scott, do you wanna go out and grab some pizza with me?” He asked, rounding the corner, only to be met with empty space. He hummed. Oh well, he guessed he could ask Gordon, Alan or Kayo.

Thunderbird Shadow’s space was just as empty as One’s. “Kayo? You here?” His sister nowhere in sight, Virgil moved on once more, towards Thunderbird Four’s regular tank. “Gords?” Once again, his calls were left unanswered. Virgil grimaced. He didn’t think the hangers had ever been so devoid of life. At the very least, MAX would be here…

“One more try…” He muttered, walking toward Thunderbird Three’s silo. The red spaceship loomed overhead the closer he got. How ironic that the largest Thunderbird, at least on Earth, belonged to their youngest member. Virgil hummed at the thought. Upon further inflection, it suited Alan. Speaking of his brother, he better try and call him. “Al? Wanna grab something to eat?” No answer. 

He sighed. The lack of activity had him on edge, and he got more and more uncomfortable as he double checked each and every part of the large cavern. “Guys? This isn’t funny, you know…”

Virgil was just about ready to give up and face Grandma’s cooking when he was poked from behind. He jumped in shock, screaming as he swivelled to see someone in a sea monster mask. He gasped again as the culprit laughed at his expense. He knew that laugh far too well… “Gordon! Are you kidding me?!” Gordon just kept laughing. “It’s not as funny as you think it is, I was really spooked for a second!”

“I take it my Halloween costume for this year is a success?” Gordon eventually calmed down, wiping a tear from his eye. “Sorry Virg. It was Scott’s idea…”

“Scott?” Virgil frowned. “Sorry Gordo, I don’t believe that for a second…”

“Well, you better believe it, brother dearest.” Scott appeared from behind Gordon. At Virgil’s incredulous look, he raised an eyebrow. “What, I’m not allowed to plan pranks for you guys?”

Virgil huffed. “Well, I was gonna get some pizza to avoid lunch smelling of feet, but I guess if you don’t want it…” He smirked. Gordon and Scott immediately stopped giggling.

“Hey…”

Virgil was already halfway to the door. “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you two over the sound of Grandma burning the chicken!”

“Virgil, come on…” Gordon whined from behind him, but his pleads fell on deaf ears as Virgil left the hanger, to the sweet sound of silence…

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #scott tracy #thundertober 2022

[asksuccubussides]

Character Introduction

Remus - Created around the early 1990’s. He/him/whatever. Spends most of his time in hell and pretty much despises earth. Sex repulsed which is quite bothersome since he’s a succubus. Hated by his squadron’s manager. Constantly hungry. Hobbies include blood, guts, torture, meat and raunchy humor. In the same succubus squadron as Roman and Remy.

Janus Bedrug - Character unavailable

Roman - Created around the early 1990’s. Follows ideas of gender and sexuality beyond human comprehension. Enjoys using she/him pronouns. Succubus. In love with human culture. Spends like 99% of her time on earth. Living his best fucking life (literally)

Remy - Created around the late 1800’s. Doesn’t follow humans' perception of gender. They/them works best. Succubus. Has become deaf later in life. Sign language user. Enjoys trashy human culture, especially reality shows and pop music. Dating Emile.

Emile Picani - Created around the late 1800’s. No gender. He/him works. Lower level generic demon. Works as an accountant in the lust squadrons. Thinks parts of human culture is nifty like cartoons, puppets and pastel paintings. Not a fan of everything human though. Dating Remy.

Virgil - Character unavailable

Osmo “Orange” - Character unavailable

Patton & Logan - Character’s unavailable

#sanders sides #tss #thomas sanders #tss au #remus sanders #roman sanders #remy sanders #emile sanders #dukeceit #remile #janus sanders

[ghostslimu]

introduction :3

hi!! the ... uhh.... well. sure is a system here. :3 we haven't decided on a system name yet

i'm what u could consider the host, more or less! i go by virgil (he/they) :3 linksss: our youtube channel :3 our (terrible) music this blog is about everything we enjoy. we talk about writing, drawing, mental illness, system stuff, memes... yeah :3). no consistent topics or aesthetic, just whatever we enjoy. almost no reblogs because we're kinda scared of interacting with people + mainly use this to express ourselves, but feel free to like and rb our posts!

some regular struggles:

oh, yk... depression, anxiety, whatever we were diagnosed with at 13

bpd/npd/other cluster b things possibly

autism/adhd

system stuff... obviously

the dread we feel over slowly going deaf

asthma, for some reason

chronic pain/low immune system yeaaa

if u have an issue with any of these, feel free to block. don't be rude. we don't care who blocks or unfollows us, feel free to do what's best for u.

dni:

basic criteria

proshipper (it's triggering to us, sorry, but no discourse lol)

believe in narcissistic abuse/are a dick to cluster b people

fakeclaim people/systems (REGARDLESS of origin)

exclusively nsfw blogs (our suffering isn't hot)

TERFS. RADFEMS. don't even look at my blog. this isn't enrichment for u

a few people who will be active on this blog: (note: none of the art belongs to us obv!! appearances are more or less based on inner world appearances or personal preferences :))

kurt

protector/caretaker/kinda system manager

he/him

27

salem

co-host/protector

she/they

vampire

16

griffin

little guy... extroverted alter

he/him

15+

mici

traumaholder

they/he

ghost/vampire

14+

others:

clown, it/its, mime

millie, she/her, australian shepherd dog

g, she/her, talking vase (griffin's little sister)

for now, we are not comfortable with featuring our introjects and littles on here! we might still mention them (not by name), but please don't pressure us into giving more information about their age/trauma/source!! :,)) sometimes we may use other pronouns for our alters when referring to them, but please stick to the ones listed here!! also, please no syscourse. don't ask us for our stance on endo systems. we find discourse very stressful and traumatizing and wish to not engage. just be nice please!!

#introduction #system stuff #system introduction #osddid #traumagenic system #meet the alters #how tags work #how do u even find picrews for non human alters that arent common animals or monsters #mom pick me up im scared of all these funky tumbler systems #be nice 2 us pls #did system #if theres grammatical errors. no there isnt

[meadowofbluebells]

Masterpost:

Hello, my name is Meadow, and I am a 22-year-old university student who loves to draw and write.

My writing is SFW, but I do commonly write about the darker parts of the human experience such as addiction, self-harm, and abuse. I will, however, do my best to tag that in my writing so no one is blindsided.

Writing:

I decided to put my writing on this site because I was afraid for years that my work was not worth sharing if it was not perfect. It has taken me a long time to realize that not only is that not true, but it harms my ability to be the creative individual I want to be. Thus, I forewarn you, the reader, that these stories will not be perfect and that is fine by me. My goal is not to achieve perfection but, rather, to strive for progress. So, by all means, leave constructive criticism, but note that cruelty will fall on deaf ears. With that said, enjoy the stories below. They are all cherished in their own right.

Questions/Suggestions/Prompts:

Feel free to suggest prompts if there is something you would like me to write about. I am always looking for more practice. :)

I'm also open to answering questions about my work or characters, though I can't always guarantee an answer due to possible spoilers for future stories.

Fan fiction:

Amidst the Moonlight - As a prince, Roman is used to going to balls. This event is no different. That is, it is no different until a man in a purple suit shows up.

Fitting Forever Into Goodbye - Janus loves his son Virgil, which is why he needs to let him go. Now all he has to do is find the words needed to say goodbye.

Janus Was Not Dying - Janus had always thought that constructing everyone else’s false realities would ensure that he kept his own feet planted firmly within the truth. After all, to be a successful liar, one must be aware of the truth that is being denied. Yet, here he was, destroying himself in the name of a lie. Falling into the same trap as the others - telling himself one thing despite knowing that it was false. Because, despite seeing all the evidence to the contrary, Janus was not dying.

Personal Writing:

"Love, Jayden" - (Genre: Contemporary) - Jayden has never been allowed to touch his mother's journal. Now, after her death, it lays in his grasp.

A Tale of Endings - (Genre: Magical Realism) - Cierra had a book report to do. She just wasn't expecting the books to talk back.

Remnants - (Genre: Fantasy and Romance) - Audio Format - Celeste is about to marry an immortal being and fears leaving her best friend Terra behind.

The Snapshot Slayer - (Genre: Thriller) - A child star is done with the paparazzi interfering with his life. As the years pass, his mind slowly descends into ruin.

Grasping at Gravity - (Genre: Fantasy and Contemporary) - Audio Format - Graham lives in a world with superpowers, where people can create fire or fly on wings, but Graham has never been able to control his.

Signed, Death - (Contemporary Fantasy) - David was having a great day up until he got a note from Death.

Hidden Grief - (Fantasy) - A young girl has to sneak out of her own home in order to go to her sister’s funeral.

Under An Array of Embers and Ashes - (Historical Fiction) - A mother waits with her children for her husband to get home while Pompeii crumbles around her.

To Heal Through Death - (Science Fiction) - A teenage girl stands in the shadows with a dagger in hand.

Within Reach - (Fantasy) - Maya has to have magic, it is the key to saving her family.

So Too Queens Can Fall - (Historical Fiction) - Solana knows that it is a queen's duty to produce a male heir, but that doesn't mean she loves her young daughters any less.

Coren: (Genre: Fantasy)

Note that my writing within this world is disjointed. There will be some full-fledged stories, but also some test scenes. I am simply in the process of seeing what works and what doesn't.

Two Dancing Ladies

Decaying Souls

Sleep-Deprivation and Other Woes (Genre: Historical Fantasy) - Audio Format - Patia had been studying for an exam for weeks - she was frazzled and exhausted. Her sister, Keller, tried to get her to take a break by convincing her to go to a ball that they were invited to.

#writing #sanders sides fanfiction #female writers #short story #origonal work #original writing

[right-brain-of-froggy2]

Christmas in July Chapter 13

Day 13! give it up for Day 13! Today brings us Who Spiked the Eggnog? It’s a little longer than normal since I reworked some old works of mine and smashed them together since they were my favorites. Hope you enjoy!

TW: alcohol and getting drunk

AO3 link here!

“Everything’s set for tomorrow?”

Virgil nods as he studies the shelf. When he isn’t met with any other conversation, he remembers that Kayo can’t hear him over the audio only option. “Who do you think you’re talk to?

“So sorry for ever doubting you.”

“So long as no missions come up, is it going to be the usual crew?”

“If by that you mean you, me, Smother Hen, Space Case, and the Terrible Twos, then yes. And I think if we can drag Brains and The Mechanic up from the deep dark depths they’ll stay for a bit.”

“I’m really hoping we don’t keep Grandma up like last year,” Virgil says.

“How we managed to wake a half-deaf woman through sound proof doors is a mystery to me. I want to try it again, but…”

Virgil pauses as he listens to Kayo, looking at the holiday themed cookies. Maybe just one pack of Oreos…

“Oh man, this will be the first year Dad’s back too!”

“I don’t think he’s stayed awake past eight PM in the past four months. Which may change tonight”

“Maybe we can lock both him and Grandma in the infirmary for the night.”

“Strongest soundproofing. I like the way you think.”

They wrap up the conversation with final minor details. It was decided (assumed) that Virgil will make the eggnog like normal. Lucy had a special recipe; and entire Tracy family is convinced it was the best, even better than the most expensive store brand you can find in a grocery store. Virgil’s pretty impartial to it to be honest, but it’s one thing he can make without screwing up that’s not coffee.

There’s noise on the other end and Kayo ends the call abruptly. Virgil hangs up his communicator and tosses it in the shopping cart’s top holder. The joys of being on call 24/7. Out of the list of main ingredients he needed, the island didn’t have a single one. Not even any eggs. Gordon made sure of that last night with his midnight craving for scrambled eggs and black olives.

He lets out a sigh. Grocery shopping is low on his list of favorite activities.

Cloves, vanilla, nutmeg, and cinnamon are spices not often used on the island. White sugar, they always need around the holidays with all of the failed recipes Grandma tries to make. Eggs, Gordon. Cream, why would they ever keep that around if not for a specific reason? Virgil has made the recipe enough that he has the recipe memorized and keeps his mental list ready. The real challenge will be if they’re in stock or not.

All Virgil wants to do is crawl out past the crowd in the grocery store and fly home in Tracy One. Now he finally understands why John hates groups of people. It’s the day before Christmas Eve, so really, he’s done this to himself. This has always been the busiest day of the Christmas season. Tomorrow will be spent with a few hurried shoppers looking for gifts, but most people had already arrived home for the holiday. Today is the true last-minute shopping. And it’s not that Virgil is doing things last minute because he forgot. People simply find themselves in need of his ‘Bird’s assistance more during the holidays.

Realizing he doesn’t have anything in his cart but Christmas themed Oreos, Virgil wanders down to the dairy aisle. He scans all the choices of cream to pick from. Most of the cream is heavy, but Mom preferred light cream, so Virgil prefers light cream. It makes the eggnog coat the mouth less. The only light cream Virgil can see in sight is pushed to the back of the top shelf.

Well, here’s to hoping there’s two cartons up there. He steps up as close as he can to the shelves and semi-blindly feels for the carton. Virgil curses out Scott and John for taking all of the height for themselves, leaving Virgil to need to stand on his tiptoes to reach the cream.

His prayers are answered and Virgil’s fingers brush past a second carton. He hits the second carton forward with the other. Now that the Oreos aren’t the lone item in the cart, Virgil’s feeling a bit better about the emergency shopping trip. Close by is the milk. He pulls out two gallons and dumps them into the cart next to the cream.

Two dozen eggs, cloves, nutmeg, and a nasty glare to the woman who tried to take his cinnamon later and Virgil has everything for the eggnog. He finally reaches the checkout line, placing the ingredients on the scanner so the overly tired teenager working the kiosk can scan them. Virgil pays for the food and leaves as quickly as he came.

Another successful mission in the bag.

. . .

“Hey Virge! Watch, watch me!”

Virgil ignores Gordon’s screeching in favor of ensuring the eggnog is just right. Everyone’s been filling their glasses to the brim with the drink. The spices are warmer than usual, and Virgil has to pat himself on the back for this season’s.

“Virgil look, I’m a weathervane!”

Scott steals another round of eggnog. He brushes past Virgil to get to the counter.

“Hey Virge! Watch, watch me!”

Gordon’s voice fades into the chatter. Virgil spares him a single glance.

“Virgil look, I’m a weathervane!”

Why do little brothers have to be so weird? Virgil downs the rest of the eggnog in his cup; he’s been chatting too much with Brains to even finish his first glass. It goes down easy. Gordon burps loudly from where he’s positioned on the tip top of the kitchen island, arms outspread.

“Virgil I’m a weathervane! See?”

“Just indulge him,” Scott whispers with a nudge to his ribs. The engineer rolls his eyes with a smile on his lips. Scott hands him a new glass. The nutmeg hits his tongue just right and he has to smile. He downs the drink in one smooth go and gets a third round.

“Virge. Virgil. Virgy. Look at me! I’m a weathervane, get it?”

No, Virgil does not get it. He eyes Alan to make sure he doesn’t get any ideas. The kid’s nineteen now, halfway through college, and eager to enter in the adult stage of being brothers. Sadly, that includes mimicking Gordon as if they were five again. He scans the room for the now second tallest brother (leaving Gordon, Virgil, and Scott to be bitter about the astronaut’s genes). Luckily, Alan is over talking with John and gesturing wildly with his arms. The resident space case is surprisingly letting Alan go on his rant without throwing in his two cents every other word.

“Virgil! I’m a skydiver!”

And that’s his cue. Virgil shoves his glass into Scott’s hand and manages to catch Gordon on his way down. Falling from the counter and cracking his skull open does not sound like a great way to spend the holidays. Gordon’s dissolved into a fit of giggles as he rests unhurt in Virgil’s arms.

“Safe!” Alan whoops with a wide sweep of his arms as Gordon pops back up. Grandma and Jeff check to make sure no one is actually hurt before returning to their round of dominoes with Parker and Penelope.

Virgil, on the other hand, is much slower on the uptake. Scott lends a hand to help him clamor up off the floor. The fish pays him no mind as he wanders off to help Alan set up the holoprojector for a movie. He rubs at where his shoulder checked the hardwood.

“You good?”

“I’ve had worse.”

It’s not an answer to the question, Virgil knows that Scott knows. The engineer nods his head in the direction of Gordon. His cheeks are flushed as he hops from one side to the other of the den.

“He’s drunk.”

“Or he’s just excited everyone’s home.”

Virgil snorts. “Nah, he’s drunk drunk. Go smell his breath.” Scott still doesn’t believe him but wanders over to the Tinies anyways. (Can they even call Alan a Tiny anymore? He’s topped six feet and is still climbing. Virgil certainly doesn’t want to be the second Tiny). Scott asks a seemingly normal-volumed question and gets a seemingly loud answer. Scott’s nose wrinkles up and he shoots that look to Virgil.

He takes another swig of eggnog and the room spins in. Considering he didn’t hit his head on the way of catching Gordon…

Someone’s spiked the eggnog.

His revelation is voiced to the supposed responsible Grandma and Dad.

“You’re a bit slow on the uptake, aren’t you Virge?” Jeff jokes. “I could smell the rum from a mile away.”

“Why’d you think we each only had one glass?” Grandma adds with a wink. Parker snorts and makes a point to take a swig of the eggnog.

“But… isn’t Alan underage here?”

“We’re in New Zealand territory, not American.” Jeff peeks over to his youngest son. “And he knows, he already asked if he’s going to be arrested if the police show up. You’re the last one on the uptake.”

This is going nowhere. Virgil finishes his tirade with a sigh and leaves the proper adults to their dominoes game. Looks like it’s up to Virgil to play detective to find out who ruined his perfectly made eggnog with rum. Not that it tastes worse, Virgil thinks as he grabs another serving. He leans against the counter with close access to the petit fours courtesy of Scott and his previous France mission.

With a lemon flavored petit for in hand and a raspberry one in his mouth, Virgil surveys the room for the culprit.

Alan? He’s currently talking animatedly about something happening in the animated movie on the holoprojector with red cheeks. Based on the questions he asked their dad and just barely being legal it can’t be him. The kid probably doesn’t even know where to get any liquor beyond gas station beer.

Scott? Well, the eldest is corralling a rowdy Alan and Gordon to the seating area of the den and keeping an eye on a half-passed out Brains. He’s bordering drunk if the mild amusement he’s having at the situation is any give away. Honestly, Scott rarely drinks anything that’s not whiskey or bourbon. The spike can’t be from him.

John? The astronaut approaches the bowl of eggnog at the counter with a stumble. Virgil knows how it goes. The drunker his ginger brother gets, the more he’s convinced he’s not drunk and alcohol is a rip-off. Combine that with John being the single most frugal person to walk this Earth and Virgil can’t see it being him.

Gordon? From the swan dive to the ground earlier, Gordon had no clue the night was going to be so fun. Gordon would’ve said something about making the party “better”. Albeit in Gordon-speak, that could have a lot of connotations. But for once, Virgil is positive it’s not Gordon bringing the booze.

Kayo? Not even possible. She avoids alcohol like it’s the bubonic plague and she’s a 1400s peasant woman with five children she has to take care of. Her body reacts poorly to the stuff. And she’s late to the party. Virgil waves as she trots down the stairs in a fresh pair of jeans and one of John’s old cardigans.

She joins Virgil by the snacks to watch the chaos unfold.

“So, who spiked the eggnog?”

“Welcome to Virgil’s Mystery Corner,” Virgil jokes. He taps his empty glass against the counter. “I’ve had a couple and even I’m feeling it. I’ve got no clue how Thing One and Thing Two aren’t passed out.”

Virgil recognizes that look on Kayo’s face. It’s her “I don’t want to admit I’m feeling a little sad so I’m going to be mature instead” face. She really was looking forward to the eggnog this year. There’s nothing Virgil can do but knock her shoulder with his in sympathy and offer up a tipsy smile. As if her brothers haven’t learned how to see directly through her ruse.

She slides on her socks over the hardwood until reaching the drink fridge at the end. So long as no one has drunk any of her special orange pop, there won’t be bloodshed tonight. But she pauses, her face screwing up in confusion.

“What’s up?”

Kayo pulls out a glass screw top water bottle. It’s filled to the brim with eggnog, all the spices settled out on the bottom. A piece of scotch tape with “Kayo’s: no booze :(” written in Sharpie is slapped on the side of the bottle. Kayo removes the lid; taking a sniff, she can’t help the smile as there’s no smell of alcohol in the drink.

After she pours herself a glass, Virgil snatches the bottle. He squints at the handwriting. None of their handwriting is great- a downside of no longer using paper- but this worse is better than average. It’s small and light and as if the person’s mind is five steps ahead of their hand. It’s written just like that brother speaks.

John comes over to the duo.

“You find the eggnog?” he asks Kayo as he graciously refills his drink. A bit splashes out onto his hand and he makes an uncharacteristic noise of despair.

Virgil looks between the handwriting and the swaying astronaut.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

John freezes in his tracks. And then smiles.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #john tracy #kayo kyrano #scott tracy #gordon tracy #tw: alcohol #christmas #christmas in july

[mothmxwhump]

Bastet

Tw: deaf whumpee, reference to mobility aides being destroyed, beating, nonhuman whumpee, lab/medical whump, systemic inequalities, homeless whumpee, trans male whumpee, gore, noncon stripping and bathing (nonsexual), magic whump, noncon body mod, noncon surgery, surgery without anesthesia

A/N: when Bastet/Alexi’s speech is italicized, it’s to indicate him speaking verbally, rather than in sign language

Alexis huffs as the wind is knocked out of him. The guard standing above him delivers a few more swift kicks to his stomach. Their boss, a redhead wearing mage’s robes and a sharp grin, suddenly holds up his hand to call them off.

“Ready to talk, kitty?” He purrs, and Lexi only snarls, ears flat on his head. His hearing aids were smashed up in the proceeding struggle. “Hm. I see, then.”

“I’m deaf, ya bloody idiot! I can’t hear you after your cronies broke my aids, asshole--”

The man actually laughs. “Ah, that’s the issue?” he asked, signing along with his words.

Lexi growls. “S’Not fucking funny.”

“Guards, release his arms.” the man commands. “Now, tell me, love, was this all your own work, or is there a little group of pathetic thieves like you running around?”

Lexi frowns. Something is wrong now, his hands seem to move of their own accord. “Solo job. Might wanna upgrade your security.”

“I see. What were you after?”

“Anything. I--I was just looking to get stuff to sell, I didn’t even know this was a lab or anything, I swear--- And what did you do to me?”

“Truth spell. Now, why not go for an easier target?”

“Houses with high security have better stuff. People don’t get tons of guards if there’s not something they want to protect.”

“Hm. And… How much have you seen?”

Lexi flinches. Not a good sign. “Not much, I swear. I only saw some of the magic stuff, and the cells. I don’t know anything else, I couldn’t rat you out for this if I wanted to!”

“I’ll give you a choice, darling. Either I press charges for the burglary of a nobleman… or you can stay here and… assist me with my experiments.”

Lexi stares at him. “You’re offering me a job?”

“No. I’m offering you an opportunity to avoid jail.”

Lexi nods. He’d heard horror stories about prison. And prison was the best scenario. He could be sold as a slave or pet, or even killed. “I… I’ll do whatever you want. I won’t tell anyone.”

The man nods. “Good. My name is Virgil, but you’ll call me Master. You’ll get started tomorrow morning.”

Lexi was taken to a tiny cell in the labyrinth of Virgil’s lab, had one hand cuffed to the side of his flimsy cot and given a tiny bit of chicken and plain rice to eat. If he’s honest, the living situation is better than his home, a small structure of discarded wood, boxes, and plastic tarp in tiny elven territory. Food’s scarce there, he rarely gets meat and when he does, it was something he’d killed himself. His bed is an old rug and he rarely avoided getting soaked in a rainstorm. Really, the cell was luxury in comparison.

Morning came far too soon, he decides as he’s dragged by his hair out of the small room and into a bathroom. The guard who was holding him strips him of his clothes and shoves him under icey-cold water from the shower. Lexi grunts in pain and shock, his head banging against the temperature knob.

The woman pays him no mind, wetting his hair and roughly scrubbing shampoo in. After his hair and ears are cleaned to her satisfaction, she turns up the water pressure to help in scrubbing his skin clean.

When she finally determines he’s clean enough, she shoves a white tee-shirt and gray shorts into his hands. Once he’s dressed, his hands are cuffed again and he’s led to what looks like an operating room.

…

“Hm. What was your name again?” Virgil’s question catches him off guard.

“Lexi.” He manages. “…How exactly am I helping you…?”

“Lay down on the table. Stay still and this’ll be quick and easy.”

“Wh-“

“Get on the table.”

There’s a dangerous look in Virgil’s eyes. Lexi decides to do as he’s told. Straps are quickly placed across Lexi’s arms, legs, and chest, making it near impossible to move.

Virgil wheels over a stool and tray, various artifacts scattered amongst his surgical tools.

“I’d recommend against squirming, Lexi.” Virgil’s expression is cold. “Now… Lexi just won’t do for a name. Hm… no, it’s far to human. How about Bastet?”

Lexi stares at him, unable to respond with more than an unintelligible noise of discontent.

“Yes, that will do nicely. Bastet.”

Lexi can’t help the tears that spring to his eyes.

“Now, I’m not going to waste anestesia on you, so don’t move. If you make me screw this up, I’ll just have to start over again. If you survive, that is.” He takes out a needle, though, filling it with a strange fluid and injecting it into Lexi’s neck.

Lexi whimpers, eyes wide as Virgil picks up a tool to measure him with. He gently pulls up the shirt Lexi’s wearing, muttering to himself. Lexi squirms at that, not wanting Virgil to see his bare chest.

“I said to hold still.” Virgil glares at him. He takes a quick measurement of the area above Lexi’s heart, and then spins around on his stool, taking a note of it in a little lab journal.

When he moves back, he’s holding a scalpel. The tip presses down on Lexi’s chest and he whines, trying not to move and cut himself even more.

Virgil huffs at that and grabs a roll of duct tape, smoothing a piece over his victim’s lips.

“Mmph!” Lexi protests, to no avail. Virgil’s attention is already back to making the incision on Lexi’s chest, pressing the scalpel deep and cutting a line.

Lexi screams at that, the pain mingling with the wrongness of the cold laboratory air on his insides. He thrashes impulsively, and Virgil presses a hand on his shoulders to stop him.

Finally, the cut seems deep enough to satisfy Virgil, and he wheels away, returning again with the caliper and a softly glowing gold gemstone. Lexi sobs, the pain and chill of the instrument pressing against his heart overwhelming him. He should be passed out by now, he’s fairly certain of that, but whatever Virgil pumped into his veins seems to be keeping him painfully aware.

Virgil jots that measurement down too, then grabs what looks like a power tool. A new wave of panic seizes Lexi, but Virgil only chuckles and uses it to trim down the gemstone.

Then, he picks the scalpel back up. Slowly, agonizingly, he uses the device to cut through the arteries and veins and muscle keeping Lexi’s heart in his body. There’s a horrible moment where Lexi’s staring at his own organ, his heart, clutched in Virgil’s hands. He screams louder than ever before, feeling the blood gush and the empty cavity where the essential organ is meant to be. Virgil presses the cold stone into the spot, and says something Lexi’s too panicked to decipher.

Finally, mercifully, he passes out, going limp in his restraints.

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I Don't Know How To Mend The Heart, But You Can Speak Your Mind

There were many fears new parents had, but quite frankly Virgil’s list of fears was ten times longer than most. And yet somehow he still knew Janus’ list was longer than his. But he didn’t know what he could do other than listen, and be present. So for now, he would hold Janus tight and whisper words that likely fell on deaf ears. Just as long as he could do something... as long as he could do something.

aka Janus is dealing with grief, and Virgil tries to help

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I Don't Know How To Mend The Heart, But You Can Speak Your Mind

There were many fears new parents had, but quite frankly Virgil’s list of fears was ten times longer than most. And yet somehow he still knew Janus’ list was longer than his. He wanted to know- to ask about those worries, he wanted to ask how to best help the one he loved. But asking would only upset Janus wouldn’t it? But then again… what would staying silent do?

Virgil took a deep breath before he spoke, “How are you feeling?”

Janus tore his eyes away from the sight of their sleeping baby with visible effort, and then he whispered, “I don’t even know. I still can’t believe we finally brought him home.”

Despite himself Virgil couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “It’s almost been a month, Jan.”

“Still! He’s just so tiny and perfect.”

With that Virgil could agree. Logan was an adorable baby, anyone could see that, and so far he hadn’t been too difficult to care for. But he was also a one month old who spent all his time eating and sleeping, so Virgil knew the complications were just beginning. “I agree, however… that’s not what I was talking about.”

“What do you mean then?”

When their gaze locked, Virgil could see the pure love and joy that resided in his husband’s eyes. But at the same time just beyond that was the pain and fear that Virgil hoped to never truly understand… and he wondered if Janus knew he could see that too. But ultimately he gave a sigh and shook his head and busied himself with taking a picture of their baby. He didn’t have to say something in this moment, or even today at all. But he would soon. Soon.

It was a few months before he got the courage to ask again. It came after they had fought to stay sane as they tried to get Logan to sleep despite the seemingly deafening thunderstorm outside (only winning the battle after the worst of the storm had finally subsided) and Janus had collapsed on their bed, spent. Moments later Virgil had joined him and relished in the comfort but a thought came to mind, “Are we going to need to buy him those noise canceling headphones? The ones people who bring babies to concerts have?”

“Let’s hope we never need to get to that point,” Janus replied with a yawn.

When the comfortable lull washed over them, Virgil couldn’t help but think to ruin it. But how? How to bring it up? Was there a way to do so without forcing his husband to feel that intense grief? Was there a way to ask his questions without making Janus cry? He wanted to help. He desperately did. But it almost felt like the only way he could help was to bring a sledgehammer to Janus’ psyche. There had to be another way. There had to be. But… but what if he waited too long? What if… what if Janus fell apart by himself? That thought was enough for fear to rise within him, just enough of it to ask a question.

“What are you thinking about all of this in general? I mean you-” the rest of his question was lost as Janus’ hand covered his mouth.

“Love?” Janus started in that way which said no conversation would be held. “Can we just sleep before he wakes up again?”

At Virgil’s nod, Janus gave a sigh of relief and removed his hand. He was quick to climb under the blankets rather than laying on top of them, and Virgil knew he’d be asleep soon. He couldn’t ask today.

He may have waited too long. But he supposed that was easy to do when he had been avoiding the topic for months.

But he knew he had waited too long, because he could see the change in Janus. He could see the slow spidering cracks of the dam that Janus held everything behind. And yet Janus still wouldn’t say a thing about it himself. He wouldn’t say a word- he wouldn’t utter that name- but Virgil watched as more and more often Janus took to running his fingers over the tattoo on his forearm. It was of a teddy bear, one that was light blue that had gotten darker with time and love, and one which looked quite like the photos Virgil had seen of the actual toy that existed. It was a tattoo with far too much significance… and it would have to be the dam’s wrecking ball.

This time Virgil didn’t start with words. He simply put Logan in his crib and retreated to his bedroom and sat beside his husband on their bed. Janus moved slightly to make him more comfortable, but his eyes were still on the TV, and his fingers still ghosting over his only tattoo. Until Virgil placed a hand on top of his fingers.

Janus froze in place as if he was scared or embarrassed at being caught doing the action. The only thing which moved were his eyes that widened in shock before he shut them tight as if steeling himself for what was to come.

This time Virgil didn’t ask how Janus was feeling, because he knew Janus was capable of telling him anything when he was ready. So all he said was, “I’m willing to listen. But you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

Janus took a deep yet shaky breath before he looked back to the TV with eyes wet from tears he refused to shed, but he didn’t push Virgil’s hand away. His eyes were on the TV but Virgil knew Janus wasn’t watching it. No, Janus was debating every and anything about his life as he tried to put together the most “proper” response. The one thing he could say to fix any and every problem.

Janus was known for having quite the silver tongue, and his quick wit. And yet here and now as the seconds passed he seemed to have lost all such ability.

“I don’t know what to do,” he said finally. He said softly. So soft that Virgil had to strain to hear it.

“That’s okay.”

“No it’s not.”

“Why?”

Janus’ jaw clenched as his mind inevitably raced. “I don’t know what to do,” he said again.

Virgil wanted to pull Janus close to him. To hold him tight and let him cry until he fell asleep, but also knew that Janus wouldn’t allow himself to do that. So Virgil took Janus’s free hand in his. “You don’t need to know.”

“Then how will I do anything different? What if- what if…”

Janus couldn’t bring himself to say it, but Virgil understood anyway. “You can’t control everything Jan… accidents are accidents.”

“But still! I-” Janus’ body shook as everything bubbled inside him, but still he kept his tears from falling. “What if things are worse?” He forced out. “What if… Logan’s not even a year- what if I… what if I mess up again?”

“You didn’t mess up before.”

“Then why-”

“It was an accident.”

“But I should’ve done something! If I wasn’t late! If I had run faster! If I had done anything then Patton he-”

The name was the cue for every tear to flow, and for Janus to collapse into Virgil. Virgil held him tight as Janus finally let himself be honest, and yet Virgil still wished he could do more.

They had been dating over a year before Virgil had first heard of Patton. One of Janus’ friends had been the first person to say something about him but they hadn’t explained so it had been a few weeks of confusion before Janus had opened up. He had told Virgil of a high school romance and an unplanned pregnancy. He spoke of the birth of a baby boy they called Patton. He would speak quickly and happily as he reminisced on those amazing four years- before he’d go quiet as his thoughts turned to why they had ended.

An accident is what Janus always called it. But after hearing the explanation, Virgil didn’t think it was that. An accident implied that something was done wrongly, and yet no one had been in the wrong. Janus had told him about how he had been late to meet his son and then girlfriend at the park after his boss had asked him to do something, and then he had fought with traffic. He would tell how he had been walking up waving to where they had stood waiting for him at the top of the concrete stairs, and how a little boy holding a faded, light blue teddy bear excitedly had rushed down the stairs towards him…

And how that boy had fallen.

And how no one had been fast enough to catch him.

Janus called it an accident, but Virgil didn’t agree. And yet Virgil used the word his husband did, because he knew it was the only way Janus could truly rationalize. Because this way Janus had someone to blame- even if he always chose to blame himself.

Virgil held his husband wishing he could do more than he was. He wished he could promise there would be no accidents of any sort. He wished he could control the entire world so such a thing had never even happened. He wished he could do anything to take Janus’ pain away. Anything more than just listening.

Despite Janus’ assurances, Virgil had known adopting Logan would be hard on Janus. But he also knew how excited and eager Janus was to have a baby, because he had felt the same happiness. But he didn’t know that grief. So he didn’t know what he could do other than listen, and be present. So for now, he would hold Janus tight and whisper words that likely fell on deaf ears. Just as long as he could do something... as long as he could do something.

“Do you want to visit him?”

Janus’ red eyes looked up from where he was poking at his dinner as his mind processed the question, before his gaze fell back to the barely touched plate. “I… We’re states over.”

Virgil gave a shrug, “Yes well, that’s true. But I also know there’s a long weekend coming up. And your mom has been texting both of us almost daily about when she can see Logan again. We can add an extra day to that, and then we could have a little road trip.”

“You make it sound like your dads don’t do the same.”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

Janus paused in thought before he stood up, and for a brief moment panic spiked within Virgil as he thought Janus was just going to walk off. But instead he rounded the kitchen table and moved beside Virgil.

“Is that a yes?” Virgil asked, confused.

Warm arms circling him and the head on his shoulder told him it was.

So Virgil hugged him back, “I’m always here.”

“Thank you. I… just thank you, Virgil.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Perhaps it’s time Ye fans come to glory on the fact that their MAGA fave’s recent antisemitic campaign is not only bigoted, cringe-worthy and legacy-tainting, but it’s also dangerous.

According to the Washington Post, the New York Police Department is investigating an alleged crime that took place in Central Park last Wednesday. The suspect, described as a man in his mid-40s, is accused of assaulting a 63-year-old man while making “numerous” antisemitic remarks and capping it all off with, “Kanye 2024!”

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The older man was walking in Central Park about 7:30 p.m. on Wednesday when the other man allegedly hit him from behind, according to police. When the older man fell to the ground, he broke his hand and chipped a tooth, authorities said.

The attacker then uttered “numerous” antisemitic comments toward the man, according to police. Before the attacker fled on a bicycle — with a trailer featuring a sign reading “Hungry Disabled” — police say he referenced the artist formerly known as Kanye West, whohas issued several antisemitic tirades, saying “Kanye 2024.”

The 63-year-old man, who has not been publicly identified, was hospitalized in stable condition, police said.

Imagine that: Ye aka Kanye West aka YeDolf Hitler spends the last few months doubling down on his loud and wrong verbal and digital violence against Jewish people—even going so far as to proclaim his love for Nazis and the “good” he sees in Adolf Hitler—and now a hate crime has allegedly been committed against a Jewish man in his name. 

Maybe it’s time Yeesus fans stop pretending their “white lives matter” savior is just sharing harmless opinions. The truth is, Ye is using his massive platform to spew hate disguised as brave, unpopular opinion. If a prominent white man tweeted “deaf con 3 to BLACK PEOPLE,” would we even wait until hate crimes started happening as a result before we unanimously denounced him?

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This isn’t a coincidence

This isn’t losing a parent

This isn’t mental illness

This isn’t autism

this is hatred and evil coming from someone who spread hatred and evil

it’s fquck koonye still and may the ancestors of black and Jewish people strike him harder