~patton-pending~

bonus snakey boi:

anyways here’s some asl-using Remy headcanons (with some losleep sprinkled in too because the losleep agenda Never Rests, amirite, @sleepless-in-starbucks?)

psa before I get started: I do not use ASL. I am not nonverbal/deaf, and only know the little bit that I know from ASL Class. if I get anything wrong, or say something offensive, please let me know! also if you’re not familiar with gloss maybe check out this link. I don’t use much but I do use a bit.

nonverbal!Remy

he was in a car accident when he was seven

and he sustained several injuries, including trauma to his head

after that, his speech was unreliable so he started using ASL

and by the time he’s in highschool, he’s comfortable with it

so when some kid picks on him and ask him why he uses ASL if he’s not deaf

he rolls his eyes at them and signs something by his chin

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

he sighs and scribbles down on a piece of paper

“Bitch.”

needless to say the kid was Not Happy

as if Remy cared

in his next class, he’s sitting next to some guy wearing a button-up and a tie

and he’s wondering, who does this kid think he is?

but then he realizes that, shit, he left his syllabus at home

so he sighs and elbows the kid

and, without thinking, asks if he has the syllabus in ASL

but, surprisingly, he nods and hands him the syllabus

#LOGAN, he introduces himself

Remy grins

#REMY

they get to know eachother later on and it turns out Logan has a nonverbally autistic brother, Virgil, who uses ASL

and Remy just starts falling head over heels

anyways on to the headcanons

Remy is a fast signer with dexterous lanky fingers

and Logan is gay the only one in his family that can keep up

so maybe Remy cusses at his dinner table just to see what’ll happen

turns out what will happen is that Logan will cuss right back under the table and wow that boy has the hands of a sailor

also Remy does not put up with people’s bs

if someone makes fun of him, he will call them out for it

and probably cuss them out for it, too

Logan has the pleasure of translating that much

(everything else Remy says is written/typed, but in the heat of the moment, there’s nothing like some good old signs)

Remy teaches Virgil how to say ‘BITCH’

also Remy refuses to call Logan by his namesign, despite the fact that he has one

instead, he mimics the techniques of SEE and PSE

and refers to Logan as #BABE, #HUN, or SUGAR

so Logan, when using ASL, ends up just referring to Remy as SLEEP (an ironically given nickname)

also Remy’s like. really crazy good at coming up with dirty visual puns in ASL

and flirtatious comments, too

that make even the self-proclaimed ‘emotionless’ Logan flush

THE TWO OF THEM MAKE NUMBER/LETTER STORIES TOGETHER AND YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THAT

Remy, lazily: A-CL: “knock_on_your_head”

He attacc

He snacc

But most importantly

He won’t give your coffee bacc

Summary: Day 1, Snow. Fluff and banter

Pairing: Roceit, side Dukexiety*

CW: none. it’s just fluff

Word Count: 978

*note: it’s dukexiety. side dukexiety. my bad

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Hey winter? Yeah. You. The season of snow and ice and cold and cold and cold? Where even layers and layers of coats and hoodies and jackets that made men and women look like oversized clothing racks did nothing to keep warm? Winter. That winter. This winter. Fuck you. Fuck you with a rusty shovel. Fuck you with the force of a thousand fucking burning suns hurtling down from the heavens. May your apples be rotten and your sins too numerous to count.

If only Damian’s complaining did anything. See, he can bitch and moan and complain all he wanted, but he’s not a fucking magician. He’s not a witch and he’s not a god. The one time, the one time snow decided to grace Satan’s asscrack known as Florida, it was when Damian was outside. In nothing but a thin cotton long-sleeve shirt and jeans. Jeans. JEANS. Cotton denim jeans.

“Fuck you winter,” Damian muttered balefully under his breath. A puff of white came from his lips when he breathed out.

He should have worn a coat.

A snowball narrowly missed his face.

“Aw shit I missed!” Lamented Roman. He immediately began trying to make another snowball.

“Roman I swear if that hits me I will banish you to sleep on the couch for the rest of the month!”

Roman pouted. Virgil, thankfully, has a heart hidden underneath all his makeup and offered Damian his jacket. It just proved that when push comes to shove, one’s boyfriend will attempt to throw a ball of snow at your shivering face while one’s best friend will still begrudgingly give you warmth and comfort even if it meant that the whole street had to see his shirt.

I’m emo but in a Gerard Way. White text on black print. “Charming shirt, Virgil,” Damian couldn’t help but remark.

“Listen. You can shut your mouth or I can have my jacket back.”

Damian rolled his eyes. Guess he’ll stay quiet.

He directed his next sentence to Roman. His boyfriend. Who was ignoring Damian in favour of trying to pummel his brother Remus with snow. “Darling, can you tell me again why we’re out here in the freezing snow instead of spending the day inside where it’s warm? It’s movie night and I’m sure your brother and his boyfriend-” Virgil flushed, “-didn’t drive all this way for… whatever this is.”

Roman tangled his and Remus’ feet together and knocked them both off balance. Remus fell face first into the snow and had his entire face covered. Roman, as the mature adult he was, hollered in victory and left his brother on the street to try and curry favour with Damian. Who was, by the way, still cold. Virgil was ridiculously tall and Damian looked like a damn hobbit next to him, but his jeans were still thin as shit and the weather was still cold as shit.

No amount of Roman’s puppy-dog eyes could convince Damian to stay outside a minute longer. “It rarely snows in Florida.” Roman sidled up on the porch where Damian was seated. Their shoulders brushed and even though Roman had been frolicking in the snow, he was warm. Unfairly warm. “Remus and I used to throw powder in our room as children and pretend that it was snow. Now that opportunity has presented itself to me, it’s like a dream come true.” Fuck Roman’s insane ability to make Damian fucking melt. Fuck it. It’s almost as bad as winter.

Sitting beside Remus, who was still lying in the middle of the street like a heathen, Virgil threw him a smirk and mouthed ‘You are so whipped.’ Bitch.

“Since a dream just landed in my lap, I decided to reach for that dream. Grab it tight. Make it come true.”

“You’re quoting the main villain from Coco.”

Roman laughed and goddammit Damian was smiling too. “Not really. Well, I kind of am, but I’m quoting you, Dee.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “Roman, please. When have I ever said anything like that?”

“When you told me to pursue that callback even if it meant missing out on Pat and Lo’s wedding.” Damian remembered. Logan wasn’t upset that Roman hadn’t been able to attend. Patton was a little bummed out, but after seeing Roman with a beaming smile on his face at landing the role, Patton just showered him with praises and congratulations and completely forgot about Roman’s absence.

Roman had good friends. Damian found himself smiling. “You’re spending too much time with me,” Damian grumbled good-naturedly and placed a gentle kiss on Roman’s cheek. Damian was the one who usually cajoled and bargained his way to movie night choice or an extra few hours in bed. “Manipulating people is a good look for you Roman. Keep doing it.” Roman’s smile widened and he pressed another kiss to Damian’s cheek.

“You’re the best.”

“I know.” Damian remained on the porch and as Roman tackled his brother and started shoveling snow down Remus’ shirt. Remus retaliated with a well-placed snowball to Roman’s face. Both brothers descended into an impromptu wrestling match, kicking snow at each other and trying to shove the other down onto the ground. Damian stayed out of it and simply enjoyed the view.

Virgil, the little shit that he was, gathered up snow in his hands. While Roman was distracted fending off Remus’ relentless assault, Virgil dumped the snow in his pants. Roman’s yelling made Dot from across the street peek her head out of the window.

“Et tu, Virgil?” Roman cried in affront, jumping around and trying to dislodge the snow from his pants. “How could you!?” Remus dunked a huge snowball onto Roman’s head, and Damian’s boyfriend was covered head to toe in white, looking like an angry little cat.

It’s still cold as shit, and Damian still hated winter.

you better watch out. you better watch out. you better watch out. YOU BETTER WATCH OUT.

EDIT***:

[After]

edit

how did you

WHAT

im so confused what is

Gay worm snake gives his prince boyfriend a smooch for freeing him

Sources say that gay prince worm is very flustered

Gay prince worm’s feral brother has broken out of Gay Worm Jail and is confirmed to be armed and is quote:

“On a mission to go kill worm God… or find my worm boyfriend, I don’t know yet!”

I REPEAT! WORM BOYFRIEND HAS BEEN LOCATED AND IS CURRENTLY GIVING HIS WAR CRIMINAL WORM BOYFRIEND SMOOCHES!

MEANWHILE…

OG news Logan

When you thought it would be fun to let your worms make their own little society but now there’s an anarchist wiggling around setting fire to buildings, 

everyone’s panicking,

and two of your worms are making out and touching tails like there’s no tomorrow

Gay worm snake gives his prince boyfriend a smooch for freeing him

Sources say that gay prince worm is very flustered

Gay prince worm’s feral brother has broken out of Gay Worm Jail and is confirmed to be armed and is quote:

“On a mission to go kill worm God… or find my worm boyfriend, I don’t know yet!”

I REPEAT! WORM BOYFRIEND HAS BEEN LOCATED AND IS CURRENTLY GIVING HIS WAR CRIMINAL WORM BOYFRIEND SMOOCHES!

MEANWHILE…

OG news Logan

When you thought it would be fun to let your worms make their own little society but now there’s an anarchist wiggling around setting fire to buildings, 

everyone’s panicking,

and two of your worms are making out and touching tails like there’s no tomorrow

based off this tweet:

Gay worm snake gives his prince boyfriend a smooch for freeing him

Sources say that gay prince worm is very flustered

Gay prince worm’s feral brother has broken out of Gay Worm Jail and is confirmed to be armed and is quote:

“On a mission to go kill worm God… or find my worm boyfriend, I don’t know yet!”

I REPEAT! WORM BOYFRIEND HAS BEEN LOCATED AND IS CURRENTLY GIVING HIS WAR CRIMINAL WORM BOYFRIEND SMOOCHES!

MEANWHILE…

OG news Logan

When you thought it would be fun to let your worms make their own little society but now there’s an anarchist wiggling around setting fire to buildings, 

everyone’s panicking,

and two of your worms are making out and touching tails like there’s no tomorrow

The general idea for what I’m gonna call the “fathom AU”

I have too many of these, but I’m gonna keep making them.

Sanders Sides AU where everyone has “sides” but Thomas is the only who can see or interact with them

—Thomas could tell much more about a person before even speaking to them, just from what kind of sides are present and what they look like.

—He also confuses sides for real people— it’s difficult to tell the difference.

—He sometimes confuses a stranger’s sides for them—leading to some awkward encounters.

—Thomas can see people’s sides, therefore his own sides can as well.

—Only people he’s close to— such as Joan— even know about sides and know that he can see them. Sometimes when people need it, he’ll help them to communicate with their own sides.

—Thomas isn’t great with crowded spaces— since people often have at least one side visible to him at a time, and it makes things really confusing for him.

This is your reminder that ace rings are as old as 2005

2005

It’s almost 2020 as of writing this so do the math… that’s about 15 years old

AVEN was founded in 2001

The asexual flag was announced as the official asexual flag in 2010

The ace rings are older than the ace flag and only about four (4) years younger than AVEN

hear me out: re and ro split from creativity, right? because of thomas’ ideas of right and wrong? well, what if dee and xixi were split from self preservation?

virgil’s job is protecting thomas from himself. he stops him from doing dangerous things like, say, running im the rain and pushes him to get his work done on time. he also helps define (push) thomas’ sense of reality, asking all sorts of questions and creating situations that force the others (mainly logan) to reason through them and point out what isn’t reasonable.

deceit’s job is protecting thomas from others. lying to keep people from isolating and/or hurting him, mentally and physically - like, say, staying in the closet until it‘s safe to come out. he lies to help thomas take care of himself, like getting out of an event politely to take some time to himself. then there’s lying to protect relationships; little white lies like “you look amazing in that dress!” not “i have no clue why your dog is sick,” of course. he also can’t do his job - or at least, not well - without a well-defined sense of reality. think about it, would you believe it if your friend told you they were late because a unicorn was blocking the road? probably not, because even if it is true, it’s out of your sense of reality. the others help protect thomas, yes, but not to such an extreme. these two are based in protecting him, the same way roman and remus are the main creative ones, as they’re based in thomas’ creativity.