#human sides

[humasides]

intro

Virgil was the first to wake up.

sprawled on the L shaped couch with Roman on the other side

it was confusing to say the least because last thing Virgil remembered was going to bed in his room in the mind scape not in Thomas’s couch.

and that’s when Virgil noticed it,

a small black box on the coffee table buzzing profusely.

Virgil picked it up to see what it said.

[cheerupupup]

human au anxceit info:

both are filo, aromantic and nonbinary gays (NOT!!! FEM SIDES!!!)

janus/jay macalipay (any pronouns)

virgil/vv ibones (he/she/they/web)

they use umbrella terms bc i didnt wanna think about it much and also cuz jay shifts from label to label while vv doesnt care much but knows webs queer

janus straightens and bleaches its hair and wears green eye contacts, vv has a bad haircut thats why she puts it up in a bun all the time

their assigned genders at birth are ambiguous, not up to YOUR interpretation tho, only me, dont guess

[cofe-doodles]

Hi, okay so. Yesterday I went on this trip cause my sister's bday is very near and she wanted to go on a short trip (we wore masks and everything, none of us were sick or made in contact with anyone) we made our way on to this lil resort that had a hot spring. And boy, did I just imagine sander sides for some reason.

[This is not edited, sorry if it's cringe-y]

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Virgil sighed, hopping off from the car, stretching his arms since it had been cramped in there. Roman was the next to hop off, smelling the fresh air as he did so, smiling and stretching as well heading over to engulf Virgil in a hug- since hugging in a cramp space or even cuddling wouldn't be advisable, so said out resident nerd since it was hot outside. Patton opened the door, hopping out of his shotgun seat with Logan following, getting off of ye driver's seat. Remus and Janus- the two boys who were seated beside Roman and Virgil, hopped off as well. The six boys looked at each other before taking there things out of the car and heading into the empty hot spring resort.

"We could have gone to a water park.." Patton whispered as he saw how eerily quiet the place was. Scooting over to Roman and grabbing his hand, "This place is creepy."

"Right at your alley, huh, Virge?" Roman teased, putting his arm around Patton's shoulder, comforting the scared boy as his other hand went to hold Virgil's who retracted his hand immediately, scoffing.

"Very funny.." Virgil grumbled bitterly as they sat down on a little cottage, giving them a little bit of a farm aesthetic with all the bushes and little designs all over the place.

Logan rolled his eyes as the twins started to bicker, him being the most responsible out of their little misfits of a group, he was taking their stuff out to place it neatly. The food were on the table the cottage had while there bags were placed down on the floor- the clean floor. He whistled, getting everyone's attention. "Alright, boys. The table has been set and the bags are all here, we shall start off wi—"

"The point of a vacation, Logan, is to rest. Not have a color coded schedule on how to have fun." Janus said, going over to his bag on the floor and pulled out his swimming trunks. "Let's just have a relaxing day today. No noises, no schedules, just take a moment to—"

Like Logan, the snake like boy was also interrupted. By a splash, "CANNONBALL!" shouted Remus as he dived into the hot- well warm, pool. He laughed as the others were also wet, considering his cannonball was executed very well. "Com'on sour pussies. Get your asses in here! It's so warm! I feel an erect—"

"Don't finish that sentence." Virgil warned, shrugging off his hoodie. He pulled his lose fitting jeans off since he was already wearing his swimming trunks underneath. Tossing his hoodie to Roman, he slowly entered the warm water beside Remus who placed an arm around the emo. "Please tell me the water is this warm and you didn't pee in it."

Remus smiled, "You'll never know." He winked at Virgil who made a face of disgust, already wanting to go home.

Roman, the one that was holding Virgil's hoodie, tossed it to Patton who caught it and wore it. Roman sat down, in between Remus and Virgil. Since Remus had his arms around the emo, he had to scoot over so Roman could be at the center. "No one, and I mean no one is allowed to touch Virgil today." He huffed and pulled Virgil onto a hug.

"Jeez, protective much?" Janus teased. Sitting beside Virgil who rolled his eyes. The snake like boy began to swim, Remus following behind. "I would like to say that you both" he gestured to Roman and Virgil, "are cute but that would just be mean. Now would it, Virge?"

Virgil scoffed and pushed back Roman who let a noise out, the emo rushed over to Janus. The two boys now swimming around the pool trying to drown the other, well Virgil trying to drown Janus.

Logan sighed, his schedule discarded, the clothes all messy, and the four boys in the pool- they didn't even have there lunch yet. Well today has been quite the day. Logan thought as he looked towards Patton, the boy wearing a bright smile.

"At least someone is enjoying the unwanted chaos." Logan whisperer finder his breath.

Patton turned to Logan, thinking he had heard something only to be met with a frown on the latter's face. "What's up Lo?"

Logan looked at Patton, "The sky? Is this information new to you?"

Patton laughed, sitting over the edge of the pool, patting the space beside him. "Care to sit with me, Logie?"

Logan nodded, sitting down, his feet feeling the warmth the pool had. "..Hm, maybe Janus was correct. I should just relax.."

Patton cooed, "Yeah! And hey, maybe after this we could go to somewhere you would like? Maybe the library we had passed by?"

Logan's eyes lit up, "That would be satisfactory.." He looked at Patton finding the man's eyes on there friends again.

It seemed like the four were having a chicken fight. Roman was on Virgil's shoulders as the emo laughed at what Remus had said. The other twin was on Janus' shoulder. His hands on his waist, and Logan could tell he was mocking Roman causing a red blush on Roman's face. Janus looked to be holding back a laugh- he often does that since he cannot stop himself from snorting. Logan found his self staring at Patton who looked to be happy, just by all of them being together. He let himself smile, a rare occurrence from his stoic and serious nature. But hey, smiling can't hurt anybody right?

"Thank you, Patton."

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Punk Logan: *sees someone push over Remus for being albino*

Logan: Watch your fucking back, fucko, this is mine and you’re gonna die tonight!

[shmuzzieheart]

Trying out some designs for human sides

[darklingduke]

Finding the Write Words

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Author Note: So, I originally wrote this fic back in July/August of 2019, but I wanted to revamp it with my updated writing style, show my growth as a writer, etc. (And I’m in the process of editing it in order to get it bound in a physical copy because I’m still really proud of this fic) And I figured I would share it here. The original blog I wrote this in was @/probablynothumanish, which has been since deactivated and someone else has that blog title ^^

Summary: In a world where everything that happens on your soulmate’s skin, happens on yours, Virgil Sinclair hides as much of his skin as he possibly can. He believes that it is too good to be true that any one person could be meant to be with him for life. 

Ships: LAMP/CALM, Demus/Intruceit

Chapter One: Ink

Virgil was ten years old when he saw them for the first time. He was sitting at the back of the classroom, staring out the window rather than actually paying attention to the lesson - not that it was anything important. It never was. 

He felt a tingling warmth rise to the skin on his arm, and his first instinct was that his arm had fallen asleep from propping his chin up, his elbow pressed to the hard top of the desk he sat at. But when he moved his arm to try to regain feeling in the limb, something caught his eye. Brows pulling together, Virgil watched as a patch of pink appeared on his skin. 

It looked like…

Paint?

But that didn’t make any sense. 

When was the last time he had painted anything? Art class was yesterday and he didn’t have it again until next week. And even if it had been today, he usually tried to steer clear of pink, not wanting any of the other students to pick on him for using such a “girly” color. 

Deciding he was most likely imagining it, Virgil shook his head and tugged his sweater sleeve over his arm, covering the offending mark before turning his attention to the front of the classroom. Maybe he was going crazy. Maybe he’d spent too long daydreaming, and he was imagining things in real life now. 

He would ask his grandma about it when he got home. 

The tingling warmth persisted, despite the fact that he was no longer looking at the skin, for another half hour before it ended abruptly, and Virgil found himself freezing without it. He pulled his arms further into the sleeves of his sweater, seeking out some sort of warmth to soothe himself. He bunched his shoulders until his hands disappeared into the soft, warm fabric, but even that wasn’t enough. 

The rest of the school day went by even slower than usual, which was really saying something. It normally dragged on at such a sluggish pace anyways that it was hard to imagine it being even slower. Virgil had a hard enough time under normal circumstances concentrating on what the teacher was saying, but with the memory of the mark fresh in his mind, it was nigh unto impossible. 

By the time he was called to board the bus, he was absolutely certain that he was going to go insane. The entire bus ride home, his eyes scanned his arm, trying to see the mark through his sleeve, as though it was some magical thing that was going to be visible in any circumstance. About halfway home, he caved and pulled his sleeve up, only to see that there was nothing there. 

What?

So… he had been imagining it, after all. 

He was a little disappointed, to say the least. A part of him had hoped that he was special and had magic powers or something. Maybe he would ask his grandma about it anyways; just explain what had happened, rather than showing her. 

When the bus pulled up to his stop, he ran off of it and right into his grandma’s arms. She was one of the very few parents or guardians who actually bothered to wait at the bus stop; most of them didn’t want to stand out in the cold, so they would either wait to drive up until the bus left, or they would simply have their kids walk home if they were close enough. 

“How was school today, sweetie?” his grandma cooed in a voice that felt like honey. It was always able to wash away his worries, and as they walked home, he was able to forget about the ever-pressing worry that he was hallucinating. 

“It was okay!” he chimed, jumping over a pile of snow on the sidewalk, only to slip on a patch of ice when he landed. His breath caught in his throat as he anticipated his butt hitting the sidewalk full-force, only for his hand to be grabbed in an instant by his grandma, catching him before he fell. 

“Are you alright?” she cooed, though she didn’t stop walking, having been confronted by Virgil last month about babying him out in public. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled, heat rising in his cheeks as he hunched his shoulders until the lower half of his face was hidden behind his scarf. His shoulder hurt a little from being yanked, but he was glad that she had stopped him from falling. His pride hurt more than anything, but he knew logically that it wouldn’t last. 

It didn’t take long before they walked into their house - a small two bedroom ranch-style house that somehow always managed to give Virgil the same feeling as eating a home-cooked meal or drinking hot chocolate after a long day of snowball fights. It was just… warm. 

“Gramma, can I talk to you about something?” Virgil asked as he hung up his coat and scarf, his earlier embarrassment forgotten. 

“Of course,” she replied simply. It always amazed Virgil how she never got anxious when he started a conversation like that, but as soon as she did the same to him, he was filled with an undeniable, inexplicable sense of panic. 

“Earlier today,” he started, taking a seat on the couch, “when I was in class, I saw this… thing on my arm. It looked like… almost like… paint?” He rolled up his sleeve to show his grandma the spot where it had been, even though he knew it wasn’t there anymore. “My arm got all tingly and stuff, but then when I looked again later, it was gone.”

“Ohhh,” his grandma nodded in understanding, taking a seat beside him. “Virgil, sweetie, that’s just your soulmate. I guess now is as good a time as any to give you that talk,” she chuckled, such a sweet sound that brushed away his worries. “You know how I told you not to draw on your skin?”

He nodded, remembering the conversation they had had last year when Virgil had doodled all over his skin rather than paying attention to his homework. 

“Well, that’s because everything that happens on your skin happens on theirs, too. Every time you fall and skin your knees, every time you get marker or paint on your hands, every time you get a bruise. And it’s there for them as long as it’s on your skin. Since the paint is gone from  your arm, that just means your soulmate washed it off. No big deal. Their art class probably just ended is all.”

“What’s a soulmate?” he asked curiously, cocking his head to the side. He had heard the word before, of course, on television and in movies, but had never had it explained to him and was always too nervous to ask. 

“It’s one person - or multiple people - that you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with. Normally it’s as partners, you would get married to them, but sometimes it’s just as friends.”

“But…” His brows pulled together. That made him more confused than he had been before he had known. “I don’t get it. Someone meant to be with me? How do I know?”

“Well, you see, the universe - or God, if you believe in that - saw that person, or those people, and thought that they would be a perfect fit for you, so you were paired with them.”

It seemed almost too good to be true, and he had learned in his short years on this earth that if something seemed too good to be true, it most likely was. After his parents had died in a car accident a few years ago, leaving him to be raised by his grandma, Virgil had stopped believing in the fairy tales that claimed happily ever after. 

That was all they were, he came to realize. 

Fairy tales. 

“Were my parents soulmates?” he asked after a moment. 

Sadness flitted over her face at the mention of them, and Virgil inwardly cursed himself for bringing them up. He hadn’t done so since shortly after the funeral. It was just better - easier - to not talk about them. It caused less pain in the long run. 

But she nodded, the sadness dissolving from her face as she forced a smile to her lips.  

“And you and grandpa?”

Another nod.

“Then… then how come he died if you two were perfect together?”

Tears sprang to her eyes, and she grabbed a tissue from the coffee table, dabbing at her eyes before they had the chance to fall. “I don’t know, Virgil. But I’m sure it was for a good reason.”

He didn’t believe it. 

He couldn’t.

There was no way he would believe that any of this could be real.

Soulmates - the idea that there was someone who was supposed to be perfect for you. It seemed insane. The fantasies of a child. There was no way that whoever this soulmate was was going to be perfect for him. There was no way. People had differences, and they argued, and they fought. And if they didn’t, one or both of them died. 

Virgil didn’t want anything to do with the person who was supposedly “perfect” for him. 

He didn’t want to chance the pain his grandma went through when his grandpa died. 

He didn’t want to get his heart broken the way she did. 

Virgil decided right then and there that no matter what happened, he didn’t want a soulmate.

[baka-monarch]

So, I had this concept:

Roman Prince was born with a twin, but his brother died not long after being born. With it being a great loss his parents keep the child's-Remus'-ashes with them no matter where they live. One day when Roman is in highschool the urn holding his brother's ashes spills, some on them getting on him. As him and his family are rushing to get his cremated brother back into the urn Roman sees a kid the same age as him, one that looks almost identical to him.

Remus died at birth. When he died his spirit had no where to go with being as young as it was, so it latched on to the closest living thing. His brother. As Roman is raised Remus has to watch invisible to the world as he grows up in limbo. Until one day when his ashes spill onto his brother and he's finally seen by someone!

Remus follows his brother around in highschool as Roman tries to learn more about ghosts, how to ignore his brother's morbid thoughts, and why Remus aged in limbo. Remus is able to interact with the world after Roman starts being able to see him, and gets into a lot of shenanigans, including meeting a couple of other ghosts that he wasn't able to see before, and somehow, Roman is able to see them as well.

To top it all off, if seems like someone is trying to find Remus, someone living! What could this mean for Roman, his brother, and the two nameless ghosts from school? And what is up with the cheerleader stalking them?

[coles-number-one-whore]

WantedButcher on AO3: how is everyone doing?

"I'm good." Virgil jumped as several crashes came from the kitchen.

"EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT!" Came Remus' shout. "JUST BROKE THE WINDOW!"

"That... sounded like more than the window."

~•~

"Hungry." Remy stuffed another cupcake in his mouth and refilled his coffee.

"Feeling like our manager either is either related to Remy or has a crush on him since she hasn't fired him yet." Janus replied.

~•~

"Pink!" Emile chirped and pet one of Patton's puppies.

"Pink too!" Patton beamed.

Logan's exasperated groan could be heard until this day. "Pink is not a feeling."

~•~

"Fabulous." Said Roman. "Like always."

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