Note: This was originally posted on Robindraw’s AO3. I edited the first chapter and wrote chapter 2 and now wish to finish the rest of the story based on Robin’s notes. This is not my story, it’s HERS. I just have the notes and the story and am writing it. This was before Janus’ name reveal so I’m keeping it Clyde for the story for now. 

There is also an animatic Robin made of this AU you can watch

here. 

Summary: 

Clyde (Deceit) was a relatively normal teen who lived with his parents and his brother until he discovered that he has powers, but they have a price…. You can read here how Deceit became one of the most dangerous people on the planet, ….but could there be people who can stop him? And what does his family think?

Oh crap… One on the face again? And you can see it more than the others too. How many does he have now? 15… 16 maybe? At least most of them can be covered with a shirt, but the ones on the face? Those could become a real problem.

But he had to use it. If Ms. Mayer knew he was the one who took the money out of the register? She would have fired him and he needs the money too much for that to happen.

Clyde stood in front of his whole body mirror. He was wearing an old Disney shirt of his, which he would never admit to anyone he still had, but he just couldn’t let it go. Used socks and T-shirts were spread around his relatively dimly lit room, still lying in the same position he had thrown them there from the days before. The sound of a terrarium, with his favorite little snek buddy Terrence in it, filled the thick air, breaking the silence.

The 17-year-old looked at his face in the mirror with a disgruntled frown. He had to figure out a way to hide them somehow. Not that they didn’t look cool but other people would start to ask questions that he can’t even answer himself.

A sudden knock on his door threw him out of his thoughts. Without waiting for an answer, his little brother stormed into his mess of a room.

“Dinner’s ready!’’

He turned out of reflex towards the sound but remembered quickly why that would be a terrible idea. He ducked his head down quickly so that his bangs would cover a little of his face and got down on his knees, pretending as if he was cleaning his socks off of the floor. But it was no use. The curious kid had already had a glimpse of what he was trying to hide.

“What’s that on your face?”

“Forf**ks sake, Virgil, if you don’t want your head ripped off you better stop storming into my room like that.”

It threw him off a little that it was already time for dinner. His parents were apparently home early today, great.

While he was throwing socks under his bed, the 10-year-old approached him.

“What? Do you care about me seeing your dirty socks all of a sudden? That’s a first. But seriously I think you have, like, dirt on your cheek or something.”

Bending down, Virgil tried to get a glimpse of his brother’s face but he kept turning more and more to the side so he couldn’t see.

Suddenly a sock went soaring and made a landing right on Virgil’s face. He stumbled back a little and ripped the stinking object off while his brother stood up from the ground.

“Ewww, gross! You’re disgusting!”

“And you’re a pussy.”

They taller boy tried to go around the right side of the smaller boy while having his head turned so that Virgil couldn’t see the three scales on his left cheek, but was stopped by a hand gripping his arm and attempting to pull him back.

“Look at me!”

“Let go or I’ll make you.”

“Not until you show me! I wanna see!”

Getting irritated with him he barked out an “Okay!” before he turned his head. The side of his face he was trying to keep hidden was in full view of his little annoyance who still clung to his right arm.

Virgil’s eyes widened in shock.

“Woooah. Are those scales?! That looks so cool! Are they real?”

Clyde’s face showed maybe a second of surprise on his face but masked it quickly with a confident grin.

“Are they real? Of course not. This is my Halloween costume. Well, an idea for it.”

Virgil’s furrowed his eyebrows.

“You’re lying.”

“Wha- Me? Never!”

He got down to his younger brothers eye-level.

“Virgil, I would never ever lie to you, little brother.”

Virgil rolled his eyes.

“That’s a gigantic lie. You told me yesterday that you didn’t eat my pudding, even though you were still holding it!” Clyde couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that memory. “So just tell me the truth. I know when you’re lying.”

Clyde’s face darkened a little, his smile fluttering. He was thinking about using his powers on his brother but considering that using his powers caused this dilemma in the first place… he chose to tell the truth.

“I- ok, you have to swear to not to tell our parents or I will rip you into pieces.” Virgil straightened his back and stared wistfully into his brother’s eyes. “I have these scales because of my superpowers.”

The smaller boy’s shoulders went down, disbelief and disappointment in his eyes.

“You still pretend like I’m an idiot. You, brother, you’re an ass.”

With these words he left out of the door, leaving a smirking Clyde behind.

Sometimes the truth is the best lie to hide behind.

The young man got up and his eyes fell again to his mirror. Through it, he could see the terrarium with his snake resting inside. He turned and walked around his bed. He looked into the glass box, to see a curled up Terrence on a stick with his beautiful light yellow scales.

He had a soft smile on his face before he shuddered and his eyes showed maybe something akin to… worry.

Maybe he shouldn’t use his powers as much anymore. What if he-

No. No, no, why was he afraid? It’s not like that’s ever going to happen.

Virgil: I will never trust Deceit. He’s a venomous snake, waiting to strike… and you know what we do to snakes?

Logan, without looking up: Chop their heads off, remove the skin and turn them into boots.

Virgil: Don’t be absurd. Who would want troll-skin boots?

Logan: You just said he was a snake.

Virgil: The Devil comes in many forms.

Patton: Why is there blood everywhere?!?!?!?!?!?

Virgil: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife

Patton: YOU STABBED SOMEONE?!?!?!?!?!??

Virgil: No no NO, aggressively poked them with a knife

Virgil: I’m gonna play a song I’ve been working on. It’s called ‘My experience as Anxiety so far.’

Virgil: (Inhales)

Virgil: (Plays a single chord)

Virgil: (Screams)

Virgil: I can’t do sports but I can make TV show references like a boss.

I know I haven’t picked BBAG in a very long while, but I have ideas and headcannons popping up lately.

The kids would refuse to sleep until their literally big brother came home, fight a bit on the spot for sleeping next to him, before leaving the place to Bjorn because the youngest can only sleep with the steady heartbeat of the mini Giant to calm him down.

Despite his “bed” already cramped up for his 20 ft, Virgil has to twist up so he’s lying on his back enough to place Bjorn on his chest, also trying not to accidentally crush his other siblings.

Seriously, he’s spoiling them too much sometimes.

Starry Eyed Boy, Part 4

Summary:  Virgil meets someone special and Logan wonders whats happening to him

Pairings: Pre-romantic analogical / Eventual analogical

Word Count:  1,053

Warnings:  Slight panic, mentions of sickness, if I need to add more, PM me!

Notes:  Sorry that this took some time.  I have zero clue if when the next one will be out.  A lot of personal stuff has been going on so…

Taglist:  (if you want to be added or removed, don’t be afraid to ask!!!)  @shitpost-sides@aleiimm@rainbowbowtie@hikarisakurariver@singularthoughtofstatic@supersoftsupersleep@gabrieldoesstuff

     Two weeks passed in a blur.  Logan showed Virgil how to pilot and Virgil taught Logan more Earth terms.  (Yes, Logan was very happy about that.)  When they had arrived at Arteska, that’s when Virgil could feel the anxiety start to bubble in his stomach.  As the ship landed, Virgil was looking out the small window.  Virgil could see golden fields and trees of all shades and colors, and a building coming into view… with a city right in front.  The buildings looked almost like they did back home, somewhere smaller and others were bigger.  Some places were clearly farmland but Virgil doubted he would know any of the food on this planet.  As he pushed his face against the glass he noticed that the sky was an odd shade of purple.  Almost lavender, but also blue.  The ship shook as it hit the ground and that’s when Virgil snapped out of his daze of looking at the sky.  Logan was already at the door with Virgil’s bags in his hands (He insisted that he take them all, this time.).  He typed something into the keypad before he stepped back and watched the door slide open.  

     Logan beckoned Virgil to follow with a wave of his free hand.  Virgil awkwardly followed behind, almost scared he wouldn’t be able to breathe in the air.  Virgil stepped off the vessel before Logan and he looked around.  They were clearly on top of a building of some kind.  It was very tall.  It made Virgil’s stomach twist.  Logan stepped off the ship and the door closed automatically.  Logan then led them across the roof to a door.  Before opening the door, Logan turned his head and said;

    “Welcome to Arteska, Virgil.”

—

     Logan had stopped a person walking in the hallways and gave them Virgils bags.  Logan started talking to him about where they go, while Virgil looked around.  Virgil could practically feel himself shaking, and when he looked at his hands, he was indeed shaking.  He could feel every breath and he screwed his hands into fists and shoved them into his pockets.  While glaring at the floor, Logan had sent the person away with his bags and watched the struggle in the purple-haired boy’s eyes.  He didn’t know how to properly ease his companion so he awkwardly held out his hand.  Virgil glanced at it and he slowly took one of his hands out of his pocket and grabbed the other man’s hand.  Logan looked satisfied and started to walk again. 

     After five minutes, Logan stopped in front of a door.  A door with an actual handle, this time.  Logan knocked with is freehand and waited a moment.  Virgil unconsciously let go of Logan’s hand and hid behind him instead.  When the door opened, a tall man with glasses, a vest, and a pink tie smiled at Logan.  

    “Hello, sir.”

    “Hey-a Logan!”  The man said, rolling on his toes.  He glanced behind Logan and saw the deep brown eyes staring curiously back at him.  With a glance at Virgils eyes, both knew who the other was.

    “Virgil?”  The man said, his smile becoming softer.

    “…Dad?  Emile?”  Virgil said, stepping slightly to the right.  Still touching Logan’s shoulder, but more in eye line.  

    “Logan, can you leave us?”  Emile said, without looking at Logan.  Logan only nodded and gave Virgil a look;  “It’ll be alright.”  And he slowly walked away, down the way they came.  Without Logan, Virgil felt much colder and smaller.  

    “He is a very kind young man if I do say so myself.”  He said.  Before stepping out of the way and allowing Virgil into the room.  When Virgil stepped in, he noticed the tall armchairs in front of a fireplace.  While the fire crackled, Virgil heard Emile move to sit in the armchairs.  Virgil watched uncomfortably while he waited for direction.  Virgil was noticing now more than before that Logan wasn’t there.  Logan was a constant, he had been for two weeks.  

    “Hey, munchkin?  You can sit down.”  Emile said, gesturing to the chair.  Virgil hesitated for a moment before he slowly made his way to sit down on the chair.  It creaked as he sat down.

     Emile smiled, not at all resembling his mother’s smile, and deep down, Virgil could almost sense a small amount of familiarity.  “Want to tell me a little bit about yourself?”  Emile questioned with a small tilt of his head.  Virgil blinked and slowly shook his head and said, “You first.” as he pulled his legs in front of his torso and hid behind his knees.

     Emile chuckled, “That’s fair.” and he launched himself into the beginning of a long conversation.  

—

     Logan walked down the hallway with his hands behind his back.  The clack of his boots rattled off the walls and back into his slightly pointed ears.  He’s walked these halls hundreds– no, thousands of times before, and not once has he felt like this.  The churning in his gut, sweaty palms, getting distracted…  was he ill?

—

    “Well, my name is Emile Picani, and uhm…”  he paused, and Virgil could almost feel his eyes on him.  “Are you okay?” He questioned.  Virgil only nodded.  Virgil had his eyes firmly fixed on the floor.  

    “Hey, munchkin, can you look at me?”  Virgil looked.  He didn’t really understand why, but he did.  Was it because the older man’s voice had changed from cheery and excited, to soft… concerned..?  Now looking at the older man, Virgil noted the fact that Emile had… blue, lightning blue eyes.  His skin was a light pink, almost the shade of blush.  Light grey freckles littered across his face.  White hair framed his face, and when Virgil blinked he could’ve sworn that some of the hair glittered a lavender color.  Virgil saw where he got his hair texture from the slightly wavy hair Emile adorned on his head.  

     Virgil smiled.  “Sorry, the past few weeks have been stressful.”

—

     Logan had made it to his room, which was luckily right next to Virgil’s.  He was stood in front of the mirror.  His skin wasn’t discolored, he didn’t feel particularly sick at the moment, and his stomach was settling.  He ran his hand through his hair, letting out a breath.  He was a smart man.  He could figure out what was happening to him.  …Right?

This War of Mine (TWOM) Sanders Sides AU

Featuring the angstiest of angst boys where some are soldiers, rebels or civilians dragged into the hell called war.

Me and @hamiltonian-operator came up with this idea based on the game This War of Mine, and even a whole storyline, just to fuel ourselves with the angst we are deprived of. This may be turned into a comic, mayhaps not at the moment… but this drawing technically is spoilers for the whole story

Though do let me know if any of you areinterested in a comic for this.

Please do not repost or use without permission!

Someone requested Virgil in I3 so! Here he comes

Also you can’t really see it but he has sparkly eyeshadow