Thrall-ttle Me

Virgil Thrall aka Little Spoon part of fortitudehall.

[thrallttleme]

[   chris evans,  aromantic homosexual,  cis male  +  he/him/his,  somnokinesis & astral projection   ]  Virgil Thrall  is  a  forty four year old miracle mercenary known better as Little Spoon to the general public. corporate bigwigs and mafia bosses have hired them after hearing of the jeweled butt plug heist of '25, but i’ve heard rumors that they’re actually flirty  &  obscene while the dudes from capebook call them  selfish  &  obscene. their page on the dark web say that they’re very good at putting people to sleep, waking them up, and scoping out an area in his astral form, but reviews from previous clients say they work best with the Seven Deadly Sins [ sloth ]. god, i just wish i had the money to hire them!  //:

name : Virgil Thrall hero alias : Little Spoon age : 44 gender : cis male sexual orientation : homosexual affiliation : seven deadly sins [ sloth ] faceclaim : chris evans positive attribute : flirty / funny / obscene negative attribute : sarcastic / selfish / obscene inspirations : sand man, dead pool, jackie chan adventures [ the sheep talisman ], tama sheep [ kh3d ]. classpect : thief of mind? witch of mind too maybe.

Powers:

Somnokinesis: Virgil has the ability to induce sleep and manipulate aspects of sleep, such as dreaming. He is also able to alter a person's state of wakefulness, allowing some to stay awake for days, sometimes weeks if Virgil manages a consistent barrage.

Limitations: The duration of sleep is usually temporary for a certain amount of time. He can use his abilities as long as Virgil is mentally and physically conscious. Though, some fortified minds may be resistant or even immune to his sleep and insomnia inducement. The more fortified the target's mind, the closer Virgil has to be in order for his ability to work. In some cases, he might need to physically touch the person in order to put them to sleep. If more mental effort is needed, could result in mental and physical harm. His astral form can be warded off from persons and locations through fortified minds and magic. Virgil also can't always control where he wants to go.

mini bio:

With the discovery of his powers, Little Spoon didn't wait to use it to grift others. No vault was safe and no bank was secure as Little Spoon managed to steal place after place. Each score bigger than the last.

Unfortunately, he was discovered as a fraud and offered a deal, help take out a target and get to live. In exchange for being spared, Little Spoon agreed to continue lending out his power. That agreement was cut short as he decided to kill his boss. He met the seven deadly sins after, forming close bonds with them and sharing his scores with them in hopes of never being told what to do ever again.

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@halcyonsboys for: sage location: outskirts of the city near a merc club

Virgil wasn't sure why he needed a drink. He appeared to be one of the only people practically untouched by the events of the dark sky above Halcyon. If anybody was able to get the perfect amount of sleep after a once in a world changing event, it would be the mercenary of sleep. Not that the events didn't have an effect on Virgil, more so he experienced it from the outside looking in, give or take a few encounters of the realived unalived. He downed his latest drink, sweet and pretty loaded. If Virgil ever had any problems with sleep in the future, he had found a pretty effective alternate to his somniakinetic powers.

"Did you see the one's with wings while it was happening? Pretty freaky~" His singsong voice strumming the last couple of words into a high pitched tone. "I don't believe I saw you around. I mean, I was hiding, but I thought we'd have a sleep over during that time, friend."

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open starter uwu location: that one bar

"Pride after dark? What are they so proud of, amirite?" Virgil mutters, swiping a passerby's wallet before making his way to the bar, "Sup, happy pride fellow gayman, one alcohol please." He asks, his gaze stopping at the oil wrestling pit.

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@halcyonsboys

Pointing the barrel of a gun towards the empty void in front of him, Virgil side stepped closer towards the dark hall. In his arm, he had clutched a little stuffed teddy bear with him. It was exactly precious to the mercenary, but like all persistent things in Virgil's life, it stayed for the bit. Holed up in the bunker with his colleagues and pseudo-family had been fun for a while, but the ADHD manifest within the Seven Deadly Sin member, it hit a bit of a breaking point. Cabin fever that the agent of Sloth needed to find a way to break out. 'Or was it sweat out? Who knows?'

Virgil steadied his hand as he felt as though he was being watched. There was a lot of that recently, the eyes of the undead having a suspicious focus on the merc. 'Quite notably my ass.' It wasn't until he hears the scraping of pavement, though its source remained unseen. It was getting closer to him. It was coming from the alley, from the pitch black ahead of him. Tightening his hold on the teddy bear, Virgil's finger braced itself against the trigger. He stared at the darkness until his eyes were aching, impatient with the nothing he was staring at, but Virgil couldn't look away. He felt something looking back at him and the merc wouldn't let up from his hunch.

A quiet breath leaves his mouth, Virgil attempts to slowly retreat from the alley. Lowering the gun until his eyes catch the sudden glint of a pair of eyes. Before he could react, the pair of eyes came closer, attached to a decomposing face and preternatural snarls. "Shit-!" Virgil exhales, bolting backwards before his back met the cold slimy back of another foul smelling creature. The hold loosens and the teddy bear bounces away from our dear Virgil as he stumbles to the ground. Gun still in hand, and awkwardly pointed at the ghoul he had bumped into, Virgil shoots haphazardly at him before running towards the street.

It was a couple miles until he made it back to the bunker, but even the bunker seemed to be an impossible dream once he catches sight of the many numbers of ghouls appearing from tucked away corners. He ran, he ran so far away, but the sport of the hunt seemed to egg the creatures even more so. Virgil heaved as he attempts to out run the pack of ghouls, the dim crimson light covering the city making it even harder for Virgil to look at where he was running to. As his foot made friends with a pothole, the merc found himself making friends with the floor. 'Just like my friend, Doja Cat.'

Groaning, Virgil turns himself on his back, and for the first time, not to go into missionary. Groans and helpless stutters of panic leave Virgil's lips as he quickly pushes himself off the floor, crawling as best he could to get away from the encroaching horde. For a second, it had felt as though this was the end. 'Adele eat your heart out.' Until he heard it, the flap of wings and a faint sense of thoughts traveling overhead. Still crawling away from the ghouls, Virgil concentrated on the mind piloting those wings, wrapping loosely around its brain before--. >snap!< The body of a sleeping winged creature crashes into the horde of ghouls, leaving Virgil slightly slimed, but ultimately unscathed.

Getting back on his feet, Virgil catches his breath. limping slightly with his eyes still on the now squished pile of undead and redead viscera. His feet continue sidestepping until his back is interrupted by someone he didn't know was there.

"Fuck! Oh shit! Please don't kill me!" Virgil practically collapsed to his knees before his blood-splattered eyes landed on the person behind him. "Oh." He breathes, out of relief? Well, perhaps. "You nearly had me there... friend? pal? acquaintance?" He winces with uncertainty, "I can't quite see with all this here ghoul guts in my eyes, but I'm pretty sure I can call you a friend.. right?"

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@hero-ish

"Isn't this nice? Just you, me, and the end of the world in between us," Virgil had mused out loud while bracing the door, the low grunts and roars of hellish fiends heard from behind. Virgil was never one to look for trouble-- that was a lie; though he suppose it all depended on what people mean when they say trouble. Virgil enjoyed causing trouble. Get caught in the midst of trouble; well, that was a whole different ball game. Virgil had a habit of getting on everyone's bad side, it only made sense he would start to annoy the lives of the dead as well.

With the help of his companion in witnessing the end of the world, Virgil managed to place heavy furniture in front of the door. For good measure, the merc managed to board up the entrance like the holiday cinematic classic Krampus. "There, they won't be getting through that any time soon." He chimes.

[thrallttleme]

name something you like and something you dislike about all of your fellow sins

"Only thing I hate more than someone prettier than me is... well, no. That's actually the worse transgression they could make against me." Virgil begins to retort his qualms amongst the swirling of gin in a very classy glass. "Luckily, I don't have that problem with my crew of misfits."

"Starting with the shortest.. I think. Hard to tell honestly, with being so vertically gifted." He snorts, "Fenn is very fun to be with and I definitely enjoys his quality time with the greedy boy. I also like how wound up he can be, it makes for a fun target for usual antics. Though, I do sometimes wish he takes it easy from time to time. All that stress, it can hurt the body."

"Next up, Nocturne. What can I say, he's certainly a guy that's here with us." He chimes knowingly. "He's not that bad, certainly a fan of how he brings the doom and gloom to a party. Not much of a fan of him being nude in the compound. Man needs to invest in some easy to change shorts or a towel. Preferably a skimpy one, I am just a simple man after all."

"Next is Erotica." Beat. "Who?"

"Kagami, my guy! What can I say about him? He's got it all, the looks, the hair, the thing he did with the guy. Classic Kagami. Very much a stand up guy who should never do stand up. Perfect guy. 7/10. Wish he weren't so stingy with the meal prep. He has us eating rabbit food, it's borderline torture."

"And finally, Ghost." A pregnant pause. "I like that he's here... somewhere. I like that he keeps to himself, like a cat. I like cats. Though I did think he was literally a ghost when I first met him. He could contribute to the chores a little more. I made that chore wheel with the expensive foam paint and for what?!"

[capewiki]

💀 HONESTY THURSDAY! OR IS IT LAST MEAL THURSDAY ? things are looking dire in halcyon with this endless night, so now's the perfect time for last minute confessions and truth. the situation is certainly making everyone feel compelled to tell the truth for the next twenty-four hours, so reblog this if you want to receive questions and please send questions to whoever you see on the dash! give and receive!

[thrallttleme]

i don't wanna over reblog this, so here's my boys blogs n.n

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[yeris]

chris evans as nick gant in push (2009)

[thrallttleme]

do you ever see yourself betraying the sins if the money's good enough?

"If I hadn't grown so attached, I would have sold them out for a bag of spicy chips. It's helps that they're all very pretty."

[thrallttleme]

fmk your fellow seven deadly sins: finn, ronan and adon!

"That's like asking someone who you're favorite child is. I can't possibly answer that-- Fucking Adoni. Marrying Finn, Ronan, and Adoni. We're brother husbands!"

[capewiki]

🧪 HONESTY SUNDAY. catalyst's truth serum has leaked into halcyon's water supply, and everyone is now compelled to tell the truth for the next twenty-four hours! PLEASE REBLOG THIS POST IF YOU WANT TO BE SENT QUESTIONS FOR YOUR MUSE(S) TO ANSWER HONESTLY.

[bark4mebtch]

The white cartons were getting cold. Finn didn't care. He'd stolen enough to afford hot food again whenever he wanted. That was, more or less, the entire point of his existence now. So he let the lo mein sit on the nightstand and watched Virgil eat straight from a carton of fried rice with the slow, total dedication of a man who had genuinely nowhere else to be. There was something almost meditative about the way Virgil did everything, that complete lack of urgency, and Finn had spent a long time pretending it didn't settle something in him. He stole a forkful of rice anyway, because some habits were easier to keep than others. "You're getting rice on my sheets." Finn whined, his ears flicking back in annoyance. Virgil did not stop eating. "My expensive sheets." Which was maybe a stupid argument to make, given the circumstances of his employment, but Finn stood by the principle. He watched Virgil look up at him with those faux-innocent eyes and felt the corner of his mouth pull without his permission. He looked away first. Stole more rice. The TV was on across the room, volume low, casting pale light across the ceiling in slow intervals. Neither of them had been watching it.

He hadn't turned it off when the memorial coverage started. He kept meaning to. All the candles, all the speeches, the long slow pan across the crying faces. Finn had opinions about these things and had been quietly not having those opinions for over an hour now. It was fine. It was a PR event. Everything was a PR event. He knew how the machine worked; he was, in some sense, one of its moving parts, just not the kind that got a fucking statue or movie deal. "I don't know what they expect..." he said, eventually. Casual. Chopsticks tracing the rim of the carton he held loosely. "If you fight villains you run the risk of death. Two plus two... four..." He drawled, mimicking his head exploding as he took lifted some noodles and watched them fall back into the container.

He knew one of them. Barely. A job, two years back, opposite ends of a warehouse that had subsequently caught fire, a handful of seconds where the distinction between merc and hero was mostly academic and they'd both just acted. Finn stabbed at the lo mein and said, "He was a perverted fucker," to no one in particular, to the ceiling, to the low murmur of the anchor's voice talking about legacy and sacrifice and the shape that heroes leave on a city. 'Blah blah blah... vomit in my mouth.' He'd been shaping the city too, technically. Just from the side that didn't get candles. "Which is... I mean." He exhaled. Set the carton down. "Whatever." Finn looked at the ceiling and let himself be still for a minute, which was not something he was good at, which was not something he told people. Virgil had figured it out anyway, sometime in the first month of whatever this now was, and had never once made it a thing. "You're warm," Finn said, sounding pleasantly surprised and agitated at the same time. "Annoyingly warm." He didn't move. Didn't particularly intend to. Across the room the memorial coverage kept murmuring, and Finn tipped his head back against the headboard banging it gently into the wood. "Tuuuurn it awh-fuuuhhh...."

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"You're grouchy today", Virgil managed to feign a chuckle as he pierced the carton of fried rice with poorly gripped chopsticks. He hadn't thought much about the fall of the hero. Not that he felt nothing, only that Virgil couldn't place the feeling just yet. Surely there would be those who would be ecstatic at his own demise, now that, there was no objection. The list of those attending his funeral in hopes of paying their respects and not to rob his grave weren't many- again, warranted- but the odds weren't zero. Would any of his seven be there? There was a time long ago where Virgil would have expected the other six mercs in his ranks to squeeze him like a zit until he popped. Counted the days until... but then they hadn't. Not once. There was fights of course; arguments, days were the stubbornness of each of them collided. There were days where Virgil got to be right, another day Finn got to be right, and then other five across the week. Then there were those days where no one got to be right, not due to hate, but that sibling like stubbornness, Virgil supposes.

"Oh.. Sorry." He mumbles with a mouth full of fried rice. Swallowing what he had in his mouth, Virgil placed the carton on the night stand. Retrieving a napkin, the fellow merc cleaned up his mess, placing the spoils of good fried rice into an empty nearby carton. Watching the other man spew and stew in anything but silence caused some concern from the taller merc. Virgil scoots himself closer to Finn, carefully wrapping an arm across his... something's chest. He didn't want to attempt labels, the sleep inducer didn't mind being whatever Finn had wanted. Hell, he was practically what everyone wanted on every day that ended in 'y'. With Finn, though. He didn't understand what they were, but Virgil did know he wanted more of him. Which is how he found himself here; side spooning the shorter man with blue eyes watching the other's face in concern. His fingers traced mindless patterns across Finn's skin. The bored drawl of the news anchor continuing in the background as Virgil's daring lips glide themselves across Finn's collar bone.

Deep pink lips press flush against Finn's pulse, the Sloth merc nuzzling into the crook of his neck afterwards. "Need... a distraction?" Virgil offers, muffled from how comfortable he's gotten.

[sportsmusicsoapsmoviesfan]

[avengerscompound]

Chris Evans as Nick Gant

PUSH

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[thrallttleme]

everything beyond here is non canon 😩

[fortuidousfortitude]

where: abraham's apartment | when: evening | whom: Virgil/Little Spoon @thrallttleme | ask: spoon. for sender's muse to pull receiver's muse flush against them, spooning them.

Abraham really needs to stop encouraging this behavior. It's a constant cycle of hearing that Virgil has done something out of line, Abraham has a meeting, the meeting somehow devolves into Abraham being balls deep in Virgil. It's like a shitty porno they keep making.

This time it had happened in his own apartment though why he'd thought having the meeting there would make a difference is beyond him.

But doesn't matter because now they're collapsed in his bed and Virgil is pulling Abraham's arm across so now the headmaster is spooning him, spent cock pressed against leaking ass.

"I'm failing as an educator because you clearly are not learning any sort of lesson from this."

He pulls Virgil in closer, placing kisses along the back of his neck. Despite his words, Abraham is still a fairly soft lover when it comes to after sex. He's never going to let someone leave him feeling used or uncared for.

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"I wouldn't say I haven't learn nothing." Virgil begins to hum against the covers, feeling the warmth of the other man who invited him to his office. And then his apartment. And then his bed. All of which was serendipitous of course and definitely not a result of Virgil's ulterior motive to climb the protector like a tree. Letting go of the bunched up covers and blankets he had hoarded while asleep, like his hole just a few hours ago, Virgil stretched across Abraham as he began to wake.

Turning his head to the source of the kiss, Virgil yawned, lazily attempting to return the kiss onto Abraham's cheek before continuing, "That thing with the tongue you did, sorry to say, but I may just pick up my thieving hat for that one."

Grabbing Abraham's arms and rewrapping them over himself, Virgil leans back in content, another day waking up in a warm bed and a warm load inside himself. No other feeling like it, however, a heavy tug in between Virgil's legs calls his attention. "You know… If you feel that bad about it, I wouldn't mind seeing a repeat performance." He grins, his bare ass pressing themselves against Abraham's muscled hips.

@fortuidousfortitude