#reverse wibar

[delimeful]

to know that song (and all its words) (7)

warnings: injury, misunderstandings/assumptions, threat of murder, implied violence, cliffhanger

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By the time trouble caught up to them, things had settled into a strange equilibrium on Virgil’s ship.

The sense of something close to casual co-existence with three Deathworlders was about the last thing he would have ever expected, but it was undeniably present.

He knew they were dangerous, knew that he was a danger to their secrecy and thus his life had an expiration date, knew that even the friendlier members of the trio were capable of surviving things Virgil could hardly imagine.

Even so, it was hard to keep that knowledge pulled around him like a shield when the three of them treated him more like a crewmate than a hostage.

Having access to food and hygiene facilities had done wonders for the Humans, the tension knotted up in every line of their bodies fading more and more until they hardly resembled the (weary-harsh-terrified) fugitives that had originally stolen onto his ship.

Virgil had thought he’d resent the very idea of invaders being on his ship long enough to grow comfortable, but the reality was that some strange tightness in his lungs eased when he saw the Humans indulging in things other than that single-minded focus on surviving future threats.

Noisy would chatter to himself while messing with the material printer’s settings until he got exactly what he was looking for, and while he mostly printed items for utility, like specific styles of dishware and what Virgil suspected were the Human version of first-aid materials, he would also occasionally spend ages fiddling with the tiniest details until he had created a design for a small, intricate sculpture. They didn’t have any practical use, but going by the (fond-happy-treasured) reactions when he presented them to the others, they were a form of expression.

He would put hours of work into each carefully crafted art piece, his face scrunched up with the force of his (concentration-effort-patience) focus.

Heartfelt could occasionally be found sprawled out on the floor of the bio room, face turned upwards to face the light as though they were just as sustained by it as the rest of the plant life. They often dragged Noisy or Square in to lay down with them, but the first time Virgil had witnessed it, they’d been on their own and he’d assumed the worst: that they’d fallen and hurt themself, or fallen victim to one of the many toxic specimens in the room. He had worked himself into a panic that took them an embarrassingly long time to soothe, and immediately set about labeling the plants by level of danger.

Now, passing the bio room, it had become a habit to glance over and check for a Deathworlder stretched out amidst the leaves and UV lights, acting more plant than person.

Even Square had been coaxed from their standard position hunched over a display or graph in the nav room, their attention tangibly catching the moment Noisy and Heartfelt showed them the lab. They curiously inspected every inch of the space, poking through the instruments with varying levels of recognition and surveying the chemical and organic compounds in the storage cabinets with a bright glint in their eyes.

Virgil offered explanations the best he could, but the language barrier didn’t discourage them; if anything, they seemed almost delighted about the prospect of puzzling out the purpose or composition of each individual component.

Somehow, it was… nice.

The company was far different from what he was used to, and his instincts were still constantly set off by Deathworlder body language, but the trio was such a departure from what he’d initially expected from their infamous species that he’d found himself drawn into their orbit.

It didn’t help that the more Common they picked up, the more they spoke to him just for the sake of conversation, friendly and curious about nearly everything they saw.

It didn’t help that he’d taken to sleeping in their makeshift den room most shifts, far away enough that he felt the illusion of security, but more than close enough to see the way they spoke softly to each other and curled up together in sleep like fledglings.

It didn’t help that while Square was still stringent about guarding the nav room, Noisy and Heartfelt had, by all appearances, outright forgotten that Virgil was a hostage who needed to be closely supervised at all times.

He’d returned to his usual habit of wandering the ship’s halls when he couldn’t sleep, and even though it was technically a violation of one of their rules, Square had let the unsupervised pacing go uncommented on, apparently seeing the wisdom in Virgil’s decision to leave the other two’s rest undisturbed.

It was during one of these insomniac sessions that the ship was boarded.

The pirate vessel must have been cloaked, because its approach went entirely unnoticed by the autopilot sensors. If it weren’t for the very subtle vibrations it sent through the walls of his ship as it locked on to the side of it, Virgil may not have noticed the intrusion at all.

As it was, it took him far too long to understand exactly what kind of trouble he had waded into this time.

Raiders didn’t typically risk direct boarding other vessels in open space unless they were hugely profitable, often preferring to prey on those who stopped at fueling bays or cargo loading areas. Less risk of a hull breach or other catastrophic failure taking out their victims and them, that way. Virgil’s undersized little repurposed research vessel was hardly an ideal target, much less worth that much risk.

Half-convinced he’d imagined the tremors, he’d headed down the main hall to run a security check, and reached the loading bay just in time for his gaze to catch on the handle of one of the emergency jettison exit hatches, and watch it twist and yank open.

The moment he realized what was happening, he’d tried to bolt.

Unfortunately, these raiders seemed to be well-practiced in their profession, because the first thing to pass the mouth of the hatch was the muzzle of a paralyzer, and Virgil’s sprint towards the door turned into a painful collision with the ground, every muscle locked up in pain.

He lost a bit of time– Ampen were well known as one of the smallest spacefaring species, and paralyzers weren’t anything close to gentle even on the largest– and by the time he’d blinked his way back into the realm of mostly-conscious, the raid on his ship was already underway.

There were a few aliens still in the loading bay, mostly prying open cargo boxes and guarding their entrance, but most of them had delved further into the ship to search with the methodical viciousness raiders were known for. Even from here, Virgil could hear the distant crashing of things being destroyed as his home was upturned and sifted through for valuables.

It was hard to care about that, though, when he could feel the aethers of the closest raiders, and knew exactly how much (glee-want-satisfaction) greed they were saturated with.

The feelings were far too strong to be about the simple rewards pillaging a small cargo vessel would offer.

Someway, somehow, they had learned about the Humans onboard. That was their true target.

Virgil’s limbs were still mostly-numb, entirely useless to him. Panic hovered over him like a wave about to crash, only held at bay by his impotent fury at both the raiders and himself.

He couldn’t believe he’d darted for an exit so mindlessly, so predictably. He should have tried for the control panel instead, should have locked the loading bay doors and cut off the intrusion at its source, should have sought out Square the moment he had felt that first mild tremor.

Stars, Square was the only one even awake when he’d started his pacing. Virgil imagined Noisy and Heartfelt waking up at weaponpoint and was filled with hollow misery.

Deathworlders were powerful, sure, but unexpected ambushes could take down even the most dangerous opponents.

And his Humans had lost their hunted look. They’d found security in Virgil’s ship, and he dreaded watching them get caught because of it, that sense of safety stripped away.

When the raiders began trickling back in through the doorway, however, it was with empty hands and mutinous expressions. The room began to fill with (frustration-apprehension-irritation) tension thick enough that it almost overshadowed Virgil’s own stunned disbelief.

His ship was not large by any stretch of the word. All the escape pods were present and only accessible through the loading bay. Most importantly, three entire Humans were hard to miss, how had they simply… vanished?

The leader of the raiders seemed to be thinking along the same lines. He turned to Virgil with a displeased air about him, a twitch of his head directing one of his nearby underlings to hoist Virgil into the air by the scruff so that they were at eye level.

His body barely spasmed at his mental command to struggle, but his feathers fluffed out without conscious control, an automatic defense that was entirely useless at the moment. “Let… go, you… shithead,” he managed to wheeze out, his Common saturated with the whistling pitch of his home tongue.

The leader made a derisive-sounding chk-chk-chk in the back of his throat, stepping closer. “With an attitude like that, I’m even more surprised they kept you alive this long.”

“My ship,” Virgil said, straining to get his limbs to respond.

“Only as long as you’re the strongest one on it,” the leader replied, like classic raider scum. “You know what we want to know. I can’t imagine you’ve had a very pleasant stay here with those creatures.”

The only reason Virgil didn’t bristle more visibly was because his body wouldn’t let him. “Don’t know. What you’re talking about.”

“Come on, even a scrapped-together pile of junk like this has heat sensors, doesn’t it? Just give me admin access to the system, and we’ll be on our way.” The leader paused, and then leaned in a little closer, his voice coaxing but a silent threat in every motion. “This is an excellent opportunity for you, you know. We’ll leave you unharmed, with your ship securely back into your possession, free of any and all bloodthirsty intruders! All we need is a short moment of your cooperation.”

This close, all Virgil could sense was his aether. There wasn’t a single trace of trickery in it; his promise was genuine.

The offer was generous, considering who it was coming from. It was the smart choice to make, considering that Virgil had anticipated from the start that he would be a loose end to tie up the moment the Humans decided to leave his ship.

If he agreed, he could be saving his own life.

In exchange, he’d be sentencing his captors to be forced into working for– killing for raiders, locked into service against their will. And that was at best. At worst… they’d be subjected to the kind of black market horrors he’d only heard stories about.

Virgil tucked his chin down, a habit borrowed from Crav’n body language and a fairly common indicator of stubbornness in this quadrant. He made direct eye contact, intentional rudeness to compliment his next words. “I don’t… give starscourge pirates shit. Nobody on this ship… ‘cept me, anyhow.”

A ripple of mocking jeers spread through the gang surrounding him, and the leader shook his head with faux-pity. “Looks like we’ve got a liar on our hands. You think we just picked your ship randomly out of the ink, little guy? We’ve been tracking you for weeks. Ever since we checked the sec-cam footage from a conveniently-located fueling station and saw some very interesting stowaways slipping aboard this very vessel.”

Virgil’s antennae flattened back against his head, panic seeping in.

The leader whistled in a pathetic mockery of a soothing Ampen call. “Now, don’t get upset. You had to know someone would figure it out eventually, I mean, look at all this cargo. A bit strange that you abandoned all your latest deliveries with no warning, isn’t it? Unless you had something more valuable on board.”

He hadn’t been thinking about it. First, he’d been too grimly certain of his own death to worry about things like failed delivery fees, and then he’d assumed that wherever Square was headed, he was competent enough to keep suspicion off them.

“No more stalling.” A prompting shake jarred him from his growing desperation. “Admin access, birdy. Now.”

Virgil hissed lowly, jerking his head in the closest gesture he could get to a negative, and the leader’s impatience twisted abruptly into fury.

“Useless.” The hand holding Virgil up vanished without warning, the metal floor rising up to meet him. He reflexively tried to catch himself, but his arm barely jerked in response to his brain’s screaming signal, and when he landed, something gave way with a sickening snap.

He couldn’t have helped the high-pitched shriek of pain if he’d tried, and though the leader kept talking, he hardly caught any of the words.

He did catch the sound of the loading bay doors sliding open once more.

Surprise-excitement-fear jolted through the raiders, so overpowering Virgil was startled he hadn’t blacked out already.

“Well, if it isn’t exactly the beasts we’ve been looking for,” the leader said, and a frisson of worry-fear-desperation slid through Virgil before being overwhelmed by the pain and the aether once more. He tried to say something, a warning for– for someone important, but the words wouldn’t come, only a high, thin whistle to accompany each painful exhale.

“You hurt him,” someone said. The voice sounded like Heartfelt, but it couldn’t be them. They’d never spoken with such a flat numbness to their words.

“My crew is one of the most feared in the entire quadrant,” the leader replied, his pride blooming like one of Janus’s deadlier flowers. “Those who defy us don’t live long to tell the tale.”

“Similar things have been said about us,” a cool voice responded. That was Square, wasn’t it? “And yet, you still boarded our vessel.”

“This can hardly be called a proper ship for creatures as powerful as you,” the leader said, radiating enough amusement to soothe his crew’s unease. “Bigger and better accommodations is the least I’ll be able to offer you as your new employer.”

There were large steps, slow and unobtrusive, making their way towards where he lay.

That seemed important, but his attention slipped away anyhow. His mind felt thick and cloudy with aether overexposure, each thought made distant and disconnected by the pain.

“Employer,” Square echoed. “This is your idea of a job offer.”

Their voice was different, too. Icy and carefully-controlled, the way it had been back when they’d first boarded his ship. Virgil felt his feathers– why were they so extended– ruffle in quiet apprehension.

Why were they mad? Had he broken a rule?

“You’re lucky,” the leader was saying, “most crews would see you as mindless beasts, and try to put you down for parts or sell you as entertainment. I’m on the sharper side of the blade: if you’re clever enough to speak, you have enough of a mind to take orders.”

They were being hired? Oh. That was why Square sounded like that.

They were leaving, so they had to get rid of Virgil.

Those steps, again, accompanied by a shadow falling over him. The crowd around him shrank away, taking their amalgamation of rough-edged (fear-anticipation-eagerness) aether with them.

In comparison, Heartfelt’s (desolate-tender-resolved) familiar presence felt like a down-fluff blanket against his mind, and he relaxed slightly despite himself. He tried to greeting-chirp at them, and the noise came out strangely.

“We’ll have to get rid of that one,” the leader said. “He’s a stubborn thing, and not the sort of witness that’ll play witless when questioned about raiders. We wouldn’t want the authorities to come sniffing around and find someone like him, would we?”

There was the barest tremor in Heartfelt’s hands as they delicately wrapped around his sides, lifting him slowly into a hold that could almost be called a cradle. They were careful to avoid jostling his arm, their eyes growing alarmingly wet at the sight of the snapped bone.

No matter how hard he tried, Virgil couldn’t hold onto his fear. He was too relieved, the specifics of why he’d been worried in the first place escaping him. The Humans weren’t in danger, after all. They needed Virgil gone, but Heartfelt was gentle, and they would be quick about it.

He could see Square, now, as Heartfelt returned to their side. Their body was rigid with tension, but they weren’t looking at him. Virgil’s antennae flattened back in consternation. There was something strange about seeing the both of them side by side.

“Thank you for your time,” Square said. “Unfortunately, we will not be accepting the offered position at this time.”

Their voice was low and measured. Next to them, Heartfelt was entirely silent, their eyes scrunched firmly shut. Something about the quiet…

“What–,” the leader spluttered, only to be cut off by Square whistling, three short but piercing bursts of sound.

Where was Noisy?

In the next heartsbeat, everyone was plunged into an all-encompassing darkness, as though someone had flipped every light breaker switch on the mainframe all at once. The hum of the ship’s electrical grid cut off, leaving a short stretch of dead silence.

Humans could still move fairly well in the dark, Virgil remembered idly. Even better with a warning.

His consciousness finally dropped away as the first screams started.

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[lovelycatdraws]

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr

Reverse Wibar @delimeful

Design for Ampeln Virgil heavily inspired by @ax3-e0ns ‘s fanart

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[bilgisticallykosher]

Leisure Importance Maintains Everyone

Words: 1,846

Warnings: Mentions of sad pasts all around, brief concern of having lost the children, brief fire. It's totally fine don't worry about it.

Thank you to Andromeda/Jam on discord for fielding my questions on age, if they're not acting age appropriate then it's artistic license.

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Virgil gets a self-care day.

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Virgil had been having a rough day. A rough couple of days. A rough week. A few rough months-

Virgil had had a rough life.

Yeah, yeah, boo hoo, everyone's got problems. Just your normal everyday typical emo teenage angst, right? Well, not that he was a teenager anymore, but there certainly wasn't anything normal, everyday, or typical about his situation.

He guessed it was even harder to fit in with people when you were kidnapped into space to be harvested for bodily fluids in a universe where almost every alien you met thought you were a bloodthirsty killing machine except for the three toddlers you'd come across and subsequently adopted when you'd escaped the smuggler's ship.

It was hard raising kids. Especially with all the language, culture, and species barriers that they all had. But he couldn't say it wasn't rewarding. At least, sometimes. It would eventually be really rewarding once they got past the terrible twos (or the frustrating fours, or the fearsome fives, or the stressful sixes, or-) but they were still cute little kids. He was just wildly unprepared for this, or any, sort of child-rearing.

But they were still cute little kids. They loved asking him about himself, especially Logan, about how things worked for humans, how it was on his planet, and he steadfastly ignored the pangs he got in his heart when he spoke about home. Logan had told him about the vidi thing that Ulgorii had, Virgil still thought of it as mind reading, but he was too young to be able to use it, so Virgil would often draw an approximation in the dirt, or sing his favorite songs. Sometimes they'd understand, sometimes they'd just be more confused.

Every time Logan would 'mind weave' and Virgil would wind up flapping his hands with him, which would get Roman going with his baby scales rattling and tail wagging, and they'd all be stimming. Except for Patton who was usually in the baby carrying pouch, but he still wiggled along with them. Virgil cracked a smile at the thought.

The thing was, he'd really been exhausted lately. He was ready to nap for about three and a half years. And then wake up from that to go right to sleep. And while that had basically been his personality before, although with more glaring and intimidation, but fatherhood had really taken its toll on him. He still got that warm feeling when they each called him dad. Or signed it. Or did that specific trill-chirp. Or called him what he'd figured out meant the equivalent of 'adult figure that holds significance in my life.'

He was getting distracted. Another result of his being overwhelmed and tired. And the thing about that was, he thinks they'd been noticing. Their questions had shifted from general (yes, human babies absolutely wear leashes, now please get in your harness and stop trying to headbutt everything) to specific (what do you like to do, how do humans relax, what makes you less angry-sad?) And he hated that. They were kids, they shouldn't know that he was feeling any sort of negative emotion. Especially when 'angry human' meant so much more here than it did on Earth. It took him so long to gain their trust and see them relax and open up, he wouldn't do anything to screw that up. Not after everything they'd gone through. He didn't want them to have to be afraid of anything anymore.

He sighed, getting up from his bed with a series of grunts and groans from him, and a series of creaks and other noises from his body itself. Okay, time to make things right, and pretend he was a functional human father. He exited his room, to see who was up, and was greeted with the sound of silence. This could have just been the kids sleeping, but there were usually Patton's light whistles, Roman's purring, and Logan's light clacking of limbs to go along with it. But it was silent.

Virgil broke into a cold sweat just barely after he broke into a run. He got to their room, but it was as empty as he had heard it. He looked in the common room, the bathrooms, the kitchen, but still nothing. He dashed outside, not even putting on his jacket in his distress, and then-

There they were. Huddled together over something, whispering to each other. They looked fine. Whole, un-harmed, and it looked like they were happy, too, going by Patton's little chirp giggles, Roman's slowly wagging tail, and Logan's relaxed arms. He let himself exhale, if only because he needed to inhale if he was going to tell them off for giving him a heart attack. He got halfway there when Roman gave a yelp.

"No!" Virgil blinked, and halted where he was, suddenly nervous again. "You can't be out here yet!" Roman gave a tiny little glare at him. Okay, he was…angry at him for some reason? "Go back to sleep!" Roman pointed back towards the ship, revealing his teeth in a human smile, which he knew in this case was supposed to be an intimidation factor. Virgil's lips twitched. He was like an angry kitten. Logan sighed.

"He's up already, there's no reason to make him go back." His arms began moving slightly, but Virgil couldn't tell what emotion he was conveying yet. He turned to Virgil, "Welcome to your rest day. We hope you find it," Logan considered for a moment, "restful," he concluded.

"We set this up for you!" Roman's posture changed completely, sitting proud, chest puffed out, chin up. "It's so you can have a day to relax!"

"'Lax!" Patton chimed in, making an excited flapping motion with his arms.

"I," Virgil was dumbfounded. He felt frozen, taken completely off-guard, but in a good way. But then he remembered he had kids looking at him, waiting for his response. "Really?" He gave a small smile, genuine, and started to walk closer. "What did you set up?"

"We've got a place for you to get clean, even though it doesn't fizz," Roman started, "and we're gonna walk on you to message your back," Virgil blinked at the English, trying to figure out what they meant from the context.

"I forgot the human word," Logan read his expression. "The one where you get your body punched?" Virgil tried not to laugh.

"A massage?" Logan nodded, and then it hit him, and suddenly repressing a laugh wasn't so hard anymore. He couldn't believe they had put all this thought and effort into making him-

"And we've got stinky stuff that we lit on fire!" Roman happily added.

"You what?!" Logan gestured to the back of the ship, mouth open to explain, but Virgil was already running towards it, some odd concoction of smells finally making its way into his nostrils. He went for the apparatus meant to clean off the outside of the ship (it was basically a hose), aiming it at what appeared to be some of Virgil's favorite fruits from the ship's fridge, along with some flowers that were now burnt beyond recognition. Homemade incense, he realized, slightly hysterical.

"... food that you liked, because we hy-poth-e-sized that you would enjoy the scent of them as well," Logan's voice drifted his way and he released the water mechanism, walking back over while it retracted back. "Also, we added-"

"How did you get that on fire." He not quite asked, slightly more hysterical, eye twitching. Logan brightened, ears standing up as high as he'd seen them when happy.

"We're resourceful!" Virgil wheezed out the breath he'd been holding, and he continued on. "We also have a fun book for you to read," he gestured at what looked like an enormous textbook, which for Logan probably was fun.

"And this planet doesn't have any clouds to watch, but we thought you could watch Patton!" Roman gestured to the tiny ampen, who raised his arms in response, beginning to toddle around Virgil at his top speed of still-pretty-slow.

"I cloud!" He exclaimed.

"We can make it more like how they really are if you'd like," Logan offered, "Roman is strong enough to throw him into the air." Patton struck a pose while Roman lifted his arms.

"No, don't-"

"And you can preen your face how you like, after your cleansing," Logan continued, unaware of the horrifying mental images Virgil was experiencing.

"Pree' pree'!" Patton was still running, "pree' like ampen!" Virgil was trying to keep it together, knowing he was failing, and he gestured to whatever it was that Roman and Logan were huddled around.

"What is this?"

"Well, you said you enjoyed adding pigment to your," Roman wiggled his fingers, "your claws?"

"Nails," Logan offered.

"Yeah! Nails." He stepped away from the huddle and saw a bunch of purple flora native to the current planet they were on.

"They're probably poisonous," and Virgil already opened his mouth, "but I can touch them without problem," Logan was quick to assure him, "which means you'll probably be okay." He was getting emotional, overwhelmed as he was with all the concern and planning they'd clearly been doing. How much they cared about him.

"We were trying to crush them so you could color them," Roman informed him, "because they're your favorite color." And his eyes spilled over with the tears that he couldn't hold back anymore. Roman gasped.

"You are experiencing cry!" Logan declared, alarmed, and Patton stopped running, looking at his face, fluff settling in worry. And Virgil choked out a laugh.

"Did we do something bad? We're sorry, we can make it good again!" Roman looked distressed, scales and tail raised, and Virgil shook his head, smiling.

"No, it's-" he sobbed out another laugh, "sometimes humans do this when they're happy." Roman physically lowered his defenses, and everyone looked confused and wary. "And right now I'm very, very happy." They all perked up again, Patton re-fluffing. "Thank you. Thank you all, so, so much." He looked at Roman, "thank you," he looked at Logan, "thank you," he looked at Patton, "thank you."

He crouched down, eyes still damp, and held out his arms, not intimidating, just offering. "Hug time?" Patton immediately flew into him, Roman slowly, as if he still weren't sure if he was actually happy, joined, and even Logan came in at the edges, lightly touching each of them with one of his arms.

Yeah. Unexpected fatherhood was definitely worth it.

(Later when he acquiesced to the 'bubble bath spa day' as he mentally called it, he found himself on the receiving end of the high pressured ship hose, knocking him into the ground as Patton rolled across the terrain proclaiming his status as a cloud, while Roman and Logan badly serenaded him.

"When I was! A small child! My adult figure that holds significance in my life! Took me to a highly populated area! To observe a musical group which traveled on foot!"

Worth it, he reminded himself with barely a grimace.)

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[lovelycatdraws]

It’s hard being a single father to three aliens you found

This version of these characters by @delimeful

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[delimeful]

Inspired by the previous scruffy reverse!teoba Virgil:

After having all the alien kids in his care for a short while he finds a good knife and shaves his face. The kids are all confused by this. Patton gets scared and puffs up, Roman tries to intimidate/ attack him, and Logan freezes.

haha, that's a really cute image. they're all desperately trying to comprehend dad (fuzzy) turning into dad (smooth)

#asks #dorkyduckling16 #wibar #teoba #reverse teoba #ts virgil #ts logan #ts roman #ts patton #queue

[delimeful]

Ok but reverse¡tobea with my personal head cannon.

Virgil with scruffy facial hair that he shaved off up until now because he doesn't have his favorite razors or a shave gell/foam he likes.

you guys love to make wibar virgil a scruffy little guy huh? /lh

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[delimeful]

"A deathworld is no place for alien children* And a smuggling ship is?? If this is going like og Wibar... oh hell no. Lime- what are you planning to do to our babies? I mean I love it so much and I figured the smugglers would have something to do with it but- ;-;

Anonymous asked: Reverse TOEBA Virgil: Who gave these children a spaceship?!? Shouldn’t there be some kinda space license age?

reverse teoba deviates a bit from the typical wibar plotline setup, but i will admit that the idea of three alien children pulling up in a spaceship to rescue virgil like 

is hilarious 😂 

#asks #wibar #teoba #reverse teoba #anonymous #gif #queue

[delimeful]

In a reverse!Wibar, would that make Patton the human and Virgil the alien?? What alien would Virgil look like, do you think? I'm thinking spider like alien that molts and he has really really pretty molt skins maybe??

i dont have any reverse wibar AUs out (yet) but i do have spider alien!virgil :D i do love the idea of each molt pattern of an alien species being unique to that individual, like human fingerprints!

#asks #ycgb #ts virgil #spiders #i hope ive been tagging that #arachnophobia #yes i have multiple reverse wibar aus #i have a lot of AUs to give okay #queue #Anonymous

[delimeful]

In reverse!Teoba, the funniest image I can imagine is Virgil just standing in the middle with Patton strapped to his chest in a baby carrier, and Logan and Roman on those child leashes, with Roman trying to charge ahead and Logan way behind trying to take notes on a flower or something like that.

just a couple of alien kids testing the limits of human flexibility & patience :D

#asks #wibar #teoba #reverse teoba #ts virgil #ts patton #ts roman #ts logan #queue #Anonymous

[delimeful]

Concept: So we have Wibar, and we have Teoba, but consider: Virgil is an adult. Logan, Roman, and Patton are all child aliens that somehow end up in his care. The three of them get raised by a deathworlder father and grow up incredibly knowledgeable about human society and are absolutely disgusted whenever they hear people talking about humans like heartless monsters like "exCUSE me? Listen here, our DAD is a human and he is the most kind, loving, perfect dad on the planet and-" "Roman please-"

me and pals on the server have been going bonkers about a reverse teoba AU, i simply might have to write it! :D stressed single dad virgil tries so hard

#asks #wibar #teoba #reverse teoba #ts virgil #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #queue #Anonymous

[delimeful]

Okay I imagine that Reverse!Teoba Virgil is a little bit older than Wibar Virgil? Like I'm imagining Reverse!Teoba Virgil is like in his thirties. So if wibar and Reverse!Teoba ever meet, he sees this severely undernourished and self sacrificing young adult and immediately goes dad mode on him SO HARD. Also if Teoba and Reverse!Teoba met, Reverse!Teoba Virgil would just be like "Alright... what's one more kid? At least I know how to take care of this one."

adoption papers! adoption papers everywhere!

#asks #wibar #teoba #reverse teoba #ts virgil #malnutrition ment #queue #Anonymous

[delimeful]

Okay, but with reverse TOEBA, would the aliens be found on Earth, or would it start kinda like og WIBAR?

it would start like og WIBAR :) a deathworld is no place for alien kids!

#asks #reverse teoba #teoba #wibar #queue #Anonymous #to clarify i mean it starts with virgil in space. not necessarily that it starts with patton and virge sharing a jail cell again #:)

[delimeful]

I think it's crazy that people are talking about the reverse!teoba au, because when you think about it, that would be an AU of an AU (regular teoba) of an AU (wibar). How deep can we go from here?

please, dont challenge us like this. it will only end with us being ludicrously invested in the minutiae of a story that will take 15 powerpoint slides to even begin to explain to anyone else

#anyways reblog and add the most convoluted au of aus you can think of #points for au-ception #points for it somehow making sense narratively #asks #reverse teoba #wibar #syndicate-speck

[delimeful]

wait, so...would reverse teoba be an AU of an AU of an AU? ( i'm absolutely in love with the idea, of course, this just made me laugh a lot—your writing has /layers/, lime! ^^ )

one day ill write the ultimate crossover: into the wibarverse :D

#asks #wibar #reverse teoba #queue #Anonymous

[delimeful]

Imagine if WIBAR Virgil was allergic to some non-Earth animal and the others' reactions because the human is making odd sounds? and excreting liquid?? which he does not normally do??? meanwhile Virgil's surprised to have allergies for some alien creature but he's like 'chill guys it's just allergies' Roman, Logan, and Patton: ??? is that bad???

virgil: i cant believe i wasnt allergic to any of the animals in the shelter but now in SPACE where theres no cold medicine, of course i find something to be allergic too -_- 

patton: *desperately trying to offer him washcloth* virgil youre LEAKING

#virgil: *sneezes* #roman: *jumps 3 ft in the air* WHY. #crav'n sneezes sound like car honks so when roman gets sick the reverse happens and virgil thinks hes about to get hit by a four wheeler #asks #anonymous #wibar #queue

[delimeful]

to know that song (and all its words) (1)

here it is, one of my reverse WIBAR AUs :) this one starring human RLP & ampen Virgil!

note: aether is an somewhat antiquated word used by Ampens to refer to the emotional energy of a person!

warnings: captivity, piracy, miscommunication, unreliable narrator, dehumanizing language, threats

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Virgil was right in the middle of refueling when the freighter ship pulled into the landing bay.

It glided in perfectly normally, only wobbling slightly on the landing, but he took note of it, the same way he would take note of any strange vessel within viewing range. It was old, and worn down, like it hadn't been cared for properly through all its years of loyally hauling junk around for folks.

Okay, so maybe he was just projecting.

He finished packing his extra fuel canisters into one of his ship’s many storage compartments, and signed off the dock like a responsible citizen, because otherwise he’d get a fine.

The freighter had yet to have anyone dismount. He tried not to let it unsettle him and failed miserably. It wasn’t suspicious, he told himself firmly, attempting to slick his ruffled feathers back down. Some people used fueling bays as rest stops, too. Completely normal.

His business done, he strode back into his ship and made a circuit of its halls to check all his systems one last time. Nothing out of order, all safety measures in place. Just how he liked it.

Satisfied for the moment, he headed into the nav area and climbed up to his maps, setting the course for his next cargo delivery.

There was a sound behind him, and he turned just in time to be seized around the torso by two huge hands.

Instantly, all his feathers puffed up even further than usual, and he struggled viciously, swearing in a loud Ampen trill. “Let go of me right now, this is my ship and I’ll tear your eyes out of your skull before I let some star-scourge pirates take—“

The hands tightened around him, the contact making his skin crawl (determination-panic-hope-fear), and then with one squeeze all the air was forced from his lungs, cutting off his angry-terrified tirade. He struggled to inhale, praying that his ribs didn’t crack under the pressure.

“Shh, sorry sorry quiet sorry,” a nearby voice was whispering frantically in Common, and he finally ran out of thrashing energy and went limp, taking in his captors.

There were three of them, taking up all the space in his nav room and filling the air with their energy. They were bipedal and big, taller than even Remus, and nearly as broad. They had fleshy skin, and their eyes were— oh stars. He knew those eyes, had heard them described enough times to have nightmares.

There are Deathworlders, he thought hysterically, his hearts racing wildly, on my ship.

The one still holding him up in the air seemed to relax slightly at his stunned silence (relieved-nervous-wry), turning to the short one next to him— the one that had been desperately shushing him— and commenting something loudly with a tilt of his head toward Virgil.

He didn’t feel any malice in the being’s aether, but Virgil hissed anyways, trying to look as big and hard-to-kill as possible. His captor held him away slightly (nervous-confused-amused) and said something else, not sounding or feeling intimidated in the least.

Right, Deathworlders. Maybe a better goal was making himself seem like a hassle to kill.

“Sorry, sorry,” the short one said again with painstaking authenticity, like it was the only Common phrase they knew. Virgil couldn’t read the wrinkled expression on their face, but they radiated (fear-upset-concern-conflict) enough energy to make him feel smothered.

At the nav panel, the last Human began speaking in that unfamiliar tongue, drawing the others’ attention to him.

Virgil immediately took advantage of their distraction, pushing himself up while kicking viciously at the Human’s arms, breaking a few talon tips in the process. He very nearly made it, wriggling until he was almost loose enough to jump free—

And then a hand fisted in his ruff painfully and he was pulled back into a too-tight grip, now with the attention of all three Deathworlders locked firmly on him. The emotions (irritation-concern-fear) leaking from them only made his panic worse.

He was lifted up slightly, the Human holding him saying a string of words that ended with a questioning lilt. Virgil could imagine the gist of what he was asking: “What do we do with this?”

The third Human looked at him through a pair of cracked square lenses with cold, assessing eyes. It turned away with a dismissive gesture and a short utterance. Virgil didn’t need to be close enough to feel their aether to know an execution order when he heard one.

The one holding him nodded, no doubt or hesitation in them, and Virgil went rigid, absolutely certain that his death had just been ensured. Before he could begin properly freaking out, there was a call from the heartfelt one.

It was looking at the ship’s blueprint diagrams, and it tapped the pilot’s cockpit, which was considerably smaller than all the other rooms on the ship. That was his space, after all. Nobody else was allowed to drive his ship, and his cockpit ensured not many were small enough to even try.

… The ship that the Humans were attempting to hijack. The stupidly oversized Humans. Shit.

The Humans all trekked down the hall in a line to look at the cockpit properly, and found it was just as small as promised. They all chattered amongst themselves for a long moment (frustration-fear-nervous-resignation) and then Square pinched the bridge of its nose, and then turned to look at Virgil.

“You will pilot,” he instructed, gesturing to the cockpit. “Yes?”

It didn’t feel like a question. Not if he wanted to stay alive. Virgil glared at Square’s chin, smart enough to avoid eye contact. “Where?”

“Away from here,” Square said, unhelpfully. “I will navigate from there.” It pointed back down the hall toward the nav room. “You will be guard. Guarded.” The loud Human muttered something but didn’t argue. Square paused, and then added, “Follow my instructions, and you won’t be hurt.”

The other two Humans stiffened (fear-upset-anger-warning) at the phrase, and Virgil shuddered to imagine what level of harm would make even a Deathworlder shiver.

“Fine,” he bit out, and even with terror still swamping every inch of him, he couldn’t help but snap; “Don’t mess up my ship.”

Square bobbed their head at Noisy, and Virgil was lifted to the pilot entrance like he was some featherbrain fledgling who didn’t even know how to climb. He launched himself roughly away as soon as those hands loosened, scrambling into the seat and frantically swiping at his feathers like he could brush away the lingering feeling of (fear-doubt-terror) being trapped.

“Oi!” Noisy called, a warning in their voice. The other two Humans were leaving, their voices trailing away with audible footsteps this time.

“Calm down, I’m doing it!” Virgil snapped back through the overwhelming buzzing in his head. He wasn’t sure how much the Humans understood, but they seemed to tolerate his vicious tone, which was good, because it was all that was keeping him from a complete meltdown.

He settled into the familiar grip of his chair, trying to calm himself. In here, they could barely stick their heads through the entrance without risking an attack, meaning that they couldn’t just glare at him with those freaky predator eyes or get close enough to make him feel what they felt.

They could still reach in and grab him, though. Even if he’d actually had a working emergency comm in here, they’d hear him use it and kill him before help could even realize what was wrong. He wasn’t safe, and it was entirely possible that he’d never be safe again.

There was a ping on the screen in front of him as a new charted course popped up, snapping him out of his spiral. Virgil’s antennae fluttered agitatedly as he realized that there wasn’t a set planet to reach, only coordinates to the empty space between orbits. Square really hadn’t been kidding when they’d directed him to drive ‘away’.

Even if they did have a set destination in mind, it made sense that they wouldn’t tell him. It was almost reassuring; if they had shown him their plans, it would mean that his death was absolutely guaranteed at the end of this, as opposed to mostly guaranteed.

Noisy muttered something that was probably a complaint and/or an order to hurry up, and Virgil flicked a rude gesture at them before grabbing the controls and initiating their departure.

He didn’t strap himself into the chair, too wary of being pinned down when a hand inevitably swiped in to grab at him. If they crashed and he died from the safety violation, well.

It’d probably be quicker than whatever the Deathworlders had planned.

#sanders sides fic #humans are deathworlders #ts virgil #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #space au #humans are space orcs #sanders sides #wibar au #tktsaaiw #to know that song and all its words #my writing #writing