(it was either that, Eye, or Web, so I spun a wheel and this is what you get)
I mean just because Remy became an avatar doesn't mean-
*Nope. The ask works. He's now a dark avatar.*
Great. Well, at least I already had some dark-like abilities.
*Virgil looks down at himself. His ripped jeans are the same. His converse are black now, instead of purple. His shirt is a darker purple, and his hoodie sleeves are longer now, falling far past his hands. He summons a mirror to look at his face. His eye shadow has gotten, if possible, darker, making the rest of his face look even paler. His purple hair is still purple, but his roots are black now. Shadows are drooped around him, almost like a cape*
Um. So... what do I do now? Zap people into the dark??
womp more darkside anxiety sketches bc i still have far too much fun thinking making this boy suffer by thinking about what could’ve happened if accepting anxiety never happened and he went full-on EDGE LORD SHADOW MAN here to give u bad vibes and sad times
What if he chose to embrace the title of a villain?!
What if he grew angry at never being listened to, of any of them being listened to. He's upset at the divide between the sides, they're all working to help Thomas! Why can't they see that?!
He grows desperate, like a child calling for help... but no one answers.
A whisper, a voice, an idea
...They call him a villian, then he'll be a villian!
do you do wax play? if so, could you do scared but willing patton with dark dom!virgil and wax? thank you kindly if you do, but if it’s not something you write that’s perfectly fine.
Patton was shaking, but he told himself it was just out of anticipation. He trusted Virgil with anything, including his body, he’d given all of himself to Virgil! He wasn’t nervous at all. But still…watching the melting candle wax, Patton swallowed, flickering uncertain eyes towards Virgil. Virgil hadn’t even undressed; he sometimes didn’t, instead ordering Patton to take his clothes off simply so that Virgil could toy with him. Sometimes it felt good, others…
Virgil called Patton a masochist.
“You look eager, Pat,” Virgil said, a smirk tugging at his lips and revealing a hint of sharp teeth. Patton shifted, trying not to squirm.
“Um, I…I am! I just…” Patton glanced at the purple wax. “Are you sure it won’t…scar?” Patton wanted to ask if it’d hurt, but he could already probably answer that. Still, he was admittedly curious, and the pictures Virgil had shown him of nude people covered in wax were definitely beautiful. Patton wanted to try, at least once. If he really, really didn’t like something, Virgil seldom made him do it twice. Only if he was bad.
Virgil’s smirk deepened. “Lay back,” he ordered, satisfied with the way Patton always jumped to obey. The sheets rustled as Patton pushed himself backwards, lying prone for whatever Virgil wanted. Virgil walked around the bed, watching Patton’s expression. Patton had his eyes shut, worrying his lip between his teeth. He was always so pretty when he was anxious, not sure of what Virgil was going to do…
Slowly, Virgil tilted the dish he was holding. A drop of purple wax spilled down, landing on Patton’s chest. Patton jumped, a gasp tumbling from his mouth. It hurt at first, but only for a split second, the jarring burn fading into a pleasant warmth. Patton glanced down at the splotch of wax on his chest, the color vivid against his skin. He glanced up at Virgil, whose eyes were alight with fire of their own. Patton swallowed. “A…again,” he said.
Virgil tilted the dish, this time a few drops spilling out, painting a trail down Patton’s navel. Patton arched his back, whimpering. The wax cooled almost as soon as it was on Patton’s skin, leaving behind the reminder of the heat that had made Patton flinch. Patton started to anticipate each drop of wax, arching himself up to meet the droplets as Virgil made a little masterpiece on Patton’s chest and abdomen.
Looking over Patton, Virgil clicked his tongue. “You look so good like this. I told you,” he whispered, running his fingertips over Patton’s wax covered belly. Patton was shivering now, missing the heat of the wax.
“We…can we do this again?” Patton asked, flushing when Virgil’s smirk morphed into a rare smile.
Masochist idea for a fic: Dark!Virgil punishing Deceit by scratching and biting his scales. -🐍
Virgil clicked his tongue, raking his gaze up and down Deceit where he stood before Virgil, doing his best not to shiver. Virgil’s gaze pierced right through him. “Virgil I—”
Virgil held up a hand, walking forward and forcing Deceit backwards. When the wall hit Deceit’s back, he pressed against it, willing it to swallow him whole. “I don’t want to hear it. I already told you once, and you went and did it anyway, didn’t you?” Virgil cocked his head, daring Deceit to lie.
Far be it for Deceit to disappoint. “No, I don’t know what you mean.” Deceit cut his eyes to the side, turning the left side of his face away from Virgil. Smirking, Virgil reached out and cupped the lying side’s face. Deceit froze, his heart starting to race. Ever so slightly, Virgil scraped his nails against the scales on Deceit’s cheek.
Gritting his teeth, Deceit swallowed a sound, reaching up to push at Virgil’s hand. “Don’t,” Deceit started, but Virgil’s gaze hardened, and Deceit knew telling him what to do wasn’t going to end well. Slowly closing his mouth, Deceit looked down.
“Good,” Virgil murmured, this time extending his fingers to scratch down Deceit’s face, moving slow and deliberate. A shudder jumped down Deceit’s back, goosebumps covering his skin. He shut his eyes when Virgil leaned forward, warm breath fanning across Deceit’s scales. A quiet whine escaped Deceit, and Virgil smirked. Tilting his head, he nipped at the scales that crept down Deceit’s neck. Deceit flinched, putting his hands on Virgil’s chest.
“Virgil, this doesn’t hurt,” Deceit whispered, torn between it feeling good, and feeling so good it hurt. It was too much, when Virgil got like this. Virgil chuckled, reaching down between Deceit’s legs. Deceit flushed hotly when Virgil discovered his arousal.
“Such a liar,” Virgil murmured, biting at Deceit’s scales again and earning a yelp. “Let’s see how long you can hold out this time.”
