#he usually dresses like more of a hobo

[mayasikeu]

brothers best friend

got this idea from this twitter post

You were Jake’s sister so you were always used to seeing Heeseung around the house as he was Jake’s closest friend.

Since they had been friends for a while, you had known Heeseung ever since you were young. Your relationship with him was nothing special. He would tease you and play fight with you when Jake wasn’t there to entertain himself, you could ask him for advice and he would never judge you. There never was a sexual chemistry between you both until you became an adult. You and Heeseung would sometimes exchange sultry glances at each other around the house, you could’ve sworn you caught him starting at your cleavage once but you just brushed it off. He had definitely changed from the scrawny and socially awkward boy he was when he first met Jake.

Whenever he would come over to your house, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from checking him out. His side profile looked like it was sculpted by angels, his fluffy auburn hair would frame his face perfectly extenuating his defined facial features, and of course you absolutely loved his soft succulent lips that looked so kissable.

If he weren’t Jake’s best friend you would definitely have shooted your shot already; you were afraid that he only saw you as a little sister. However, that was completely far from the truth.

One day Heeseung came over as usual, but this time he had decided to stay the night so he could play video games with Jake.

You had just come home after hanging out with your friends when you went down to the kitchen hoping to see Heeseung but was only met with a confused Jake.

“Ew, why are you dressed like a stripper?” he said, making a disgusted face. “Shut the fuck up Jake” you said rolling your eyes.

“No but seriously, why are you dressed like that? I’m just used to seeing you dressed like a hobo” he laughed before taking a sip of his drink.

“It’s none of your business” you scoffed before going up to your room and slamming your door shut in embarrassment.

Later on that night, you had decided to get something to drink before starting your nighttime routine and going to bed. To your luck, Heeseung was there in the kitchen alone.

“Oh hey Y/n” Heeseung smiled at you warmly. “Hey” you sighed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when he noticed your upset facial expression. “Nothing, just tired” you said with a weak smile.

“Ah” he said before nodding. “What are you doing here though? I thought you and Jake were asleep” you asked.

“Jake is asleep but I was hungry”

“Oh, okay.”

“Is that how you’re going to sleep?” heeseung began, his voice soaking up the awkward silence. “Oh no, I was just about to change but I wanted to get a drink first” you laughed nervously.

“I’ve never seen you dress like this Y/n. Don’t tell Jake I said this but, damn you look good” he said while looking you up and down.

“Really? I only dress like this when I go out so that’s probably why.” you giggled. Heeseung nodded in response before the realisation hit him. “Wait, so you're telling me you went out… like this?” he said in disbelief.

“Yeah..”

“You should wear more layers next time. I don’t want random guys hitting on you” he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, his voice husky with desire.

“W-what? What do you mean by that, Heeseung?” you stammered over your words anxiously. The sudden change in his tone sent a rush of heat throughout your body. “You know what I mean. Can’t let other guys see you looking this good” he licked his lips.

“Oh my god, stop it” you pushed him away lightly. “Im being serious though, I mean unless you have a boyfriend or some-“

“No. No. I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m definitely single.” you chuckled, not letting him finish his sentence.

“Oh yeah?” Heeseung said, his tone dropping slowly, sounding more seductive. “Yeah..” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

The silence between you two became heavy with the unspoken desires and fantasies you have had about each other.

“And why’s that?” Heeseung said as he pinned you against the counter, looking you in the eyes. Your cheeks flushed a deep red under the intensity of his gaze.

“I don’t know” you coughed out almost choking on your own spit. “I think I know why,” he smirked.

“I know you want me Y/n, I see the way you look at me whenever I’m here.” Heeseung teased as he began playing with your hair. You could feel yourself hopelessly being drawn in by his seductive aura.

“You wanna get fucked by your brothers best friend that badly? And that’s why you wore these slutty shorts that barely cover your ass cheeks. You wore them for me, didn’t you?” he hummed. You nodded hesitantly, not being able to hold eye contact with his dark eyes that were fired with anticipation.

“Use your words” Heeseung murmured, his face inches away from yours and his tantalising breath grazing across your skin.

“Y-yes”.

Heeseung lifted your chin with his finger to make you look him in the eyes. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long” Heeseung admitted, his voice trembling with raw emotion before leaning in for a kiss.

Your lips met in a searing kiss as Heeseung groped your ass roughly. “Gonna fuck this tight little pussy so hard ma. But we gotta be quick in case someone wakes up. Ok?”. “Mhm” you mumbled in the kiss not caring about anyone or anything else at that point. Heeseung lifted you up on the counter and took your top off, enjoying the view of your bare chest.

Impatiently, Heeseung pulled your underwear down before pumping his fingers inside of you with no warning.

“Heeseung” you whimpered. “You’re already so wet for me” he praised while covering your neck in love bites.

You threw your head back as you gripped onto his arm, forcing his fingers deeper into your needy cunt. Heeseung’s erection was growing bigger with each pathetic moan and whimper that was escaping from your mouth. “You’re such a needy slut” he groaned. “Fuck me, please” you whined.

“Don’t worry baby, I will.” he whispered before pulling his sweatpants down and releasing his hard cock. Slowly, he began stroking it as he rubbed your wetness all over his fingers.

Gently, he picked you off the counter before turning you around and bending you over. “Mmmm” he moaned in satisfaction as he rubbed his cock in between your cheeks. “They’re so soft” he mumbled quietly. You bit your lips, finding it increasingly hard to not moan loudly with each passing second.

He turned you over, making you face sideways before slowly sinking his cock into your walls, the sensation drawing a gasp from both of your mouth’s. “Fuck Y/n. You’re so tight” Heeseung moaned.

With a gentle movement, Heeseung began to move. Finding a rhythm that spoke of both passion and tenderness. Each motion, each touch, brought you closer together, the bond between you two deepening. The room was filled with the sounds of your muffled lovemaking, a harmony of low gasps and moans that showed the pleasure you were giving and receiving from him.

Heeseung snapped his hips in and out of you as slow as possible, trying to avoid making noise. “H-heeseung…feels s-s-so good” you whimpered inaudibly. “Shhh baby I know, but we have to be quiet” he curred while he covered your mouth with his hand, silencing your whimpers.

As you got closer, you could feel the tension building inside you, like a coil ready to spring. You could tell Heeseung was close too, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. With one final thrust, you both found your release together, your silent cries of pleasure joined in the air.

You collapsed into Heeseung’s arms, bodies still intertwined, as your breaths slowly returned to normal. You could feel his heart beating against yours, a steady reminder of the connection that had just formed between you two. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with love and contentment. "Heeseung," you whispered breathlessly, "that was perfect."

He smiled, his eyes shining with happiness. "It was more than perfect, Y/n," he replied, his voice filled with awe. "It was everything."

“Why don’t you sleep in my room tonight?” you asked, your eyes sparkling with a playful glint. “Are you crazy? Jake would fucking kill me if he caught me in your bed” he said before pulling his pants up.

“Please, I won’t be able to sleep without you tonight” you begged him. “Okay fine, but I’ll have to wake up before Jake does” he surrendered, not being able to resist your charm.

“Don’t worry, Jake isn’t a morning person anyways” you joked as you led him up to your bedroom sneakily.

i’m sorry i haven’t posted anything this entire week i’ve been very sick and i still am but i hit 100+ followers so i really wanted to thank you guys i apologise that this is not the best i’ll try to write something better for my next post <//3

[your-mom-says-hi]

I had this random fan fic idea

(Mentions of dark topics, such as rape, sexism, sexual harassment, also smoking)

(Also, I intended the reader to be f!reader)

So I have been getting back into bleach and ofc started simping as usual, because there's no one on this god forsaken app that doesn't simp for a fiction character

Anyways

I had this idea for Shūhei Hisagi, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez , and Shinji hirako. All pinning for the reader, and in a sort of mafia au and during like 1910s or 1920s ( I took inspiration from the movie "Monster in Paris" and the undertale comic "Sooner or later you're gonna be mine" ) also non-soul reaper, hollow, etc, basically everyone is human and doesn't have powers / abilities au

The reader is a young singer. She just sings on stage, sometimes have dinner with men that payed extra to not only see her sing but have dinner with her, then goes home. The reader also usually wears very revealing dresses since "That's what the audience wants" the owner words not hers.

One day she was singing doing her usual gigs, and she catches the attention of three men

Shūhei Hisagi, a regular average hard-working man, there's nothing special about him, always usually in the background, forgotten

Shinji hirako, somewhat of a hobo, he usually wears the weirdest outfits ever and says that "They're luxury, you wouldn't understand" while lived inside of his car as a "luxury" man, he's a deliver driver and a womanizer. He is also friends with the reader. every time he makes a delivery to the restaurant, the reader sings at, they hang out sometimes, they have that teasing relationship, always bullying each other.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, a gang member, he's apart of the mafia that is ofc led by Aizen. He is a debt collector

I thought like the fic would start as the reader getting ready for her performance, she sings, then gets back into her causal 1910s clothing and as she is ready to leave a man blocks her way, basically the man hits on her and the reader politely asks the man that she isn't interested, then the man trys to rape the reader but lucky Shūhei walks in and ends up saving the reader, after that whole situation Shūhei ends up offering the reader a walk back home, just to make sure she gets home safely. They walk to the reader home, and the reader offers Shūhei dinner to pay him back for saving them. Shūhei says he can't right now. He has work tomorrow morning, so they plan a "date" together, and they finally say their goodbyes. While Shūhei walks away with the biggest goofy smile on his face.

The next morning, where the reader lives, near the big rich cities. Where the reader lives isn't a poor part of the city, but the middle ok part, they can afford some stuff but barely making it by. They have a protection fee from the Mafia that "owns" her town area. People have to pay the protection fee or else they'll have problems with the mafia. Reader hears that there is a new debt collector. Later, the reader meets Grimmjow. Grimmjow asked Aizen to transfer to a new location, saying that he was bored of the location he has been staying that (it was a lie, he went to the singing gig for a business meeting with aizen, and fell in love with the reader at first sight, and wanted to see her more) Grimmjow introduces himself to the reader, saying that he was their new debt collector and brags about himself, the reader is uncomfortable. Especially when Grimmjow says stuff like, "A fragile woman like you needs a big strong man like me to keep you safe. After all, you can't do much with that soft body of yours. " Grimmjow has a hard time with love. He often comes out as very sexist and often sexual harass the reader.

This is like later in the story Shūhei and the reader has been on multiple "dates," but like not officially together, in a relationship. Which causes problems. They have an argument about it, and the reader starts ignoring shuhei. One day, the reader is sitting behind the restaurant she works at, having a smoke break. Shinji makes another delivery to the restaurant. Reader vents to Shinji that she has a lot of guy problems, like not knowing if she wants to be with shuhei or not, and grimmjow always harassing her. Also, she says along the lines, "I hate men...sorry Shinji." Shinji relying back, "I know we're not the greatest. It's not your fault." The reader says how she wants to run away from everything. Everything has become too much for her. Shinji offers the reader that opportunity, well, more like a vacation he later retracts. The reader takes that offer. She and Shinji go on a bit of a road trip, just getting out of the city for a while

That's all I have for now, I don't exactly have an ending for this, so you can just imagine whatever. Sorry if the writing sucks, I just wanted to pour my creative out there for anyone who wants it (which I doubt)

If you have made it this far, thank you for reading

[rambheem-is-real]

Ee Varsham Sakshiga [With the Rain as Our Witness]

My submission for #varadevaloveday!

On the way back from Vedha's housewarming party, Deva and Varadha run into a storm. They take shelter in a hut, and Varadha suggests Truth or Dare. Which is a terrible game to play when you've been pining over your best friend for more than two decades.

Or: Modern AU Varadeva

-

“If you’re tired, go to sleep, raa,” Deva tells Varadha, breaking the sound of raindrops hitting the windshield of their rental car. 

Damn, Varadha thinks. 

Was Varadha tired? Yes. Was he actually pretending to be sleeping so he could ogle the other man? Also yes. Now he could either deny it, forcing himself to stay awake when his eyes probably wouldn’t stay open after the next few minutes and look like an idiot, or he could actually go to sleep, missing out on the wonderful sight of Deva driving. The angle at which he lifted the arm closest to Varadha as he steered was enough to ensure Varadha could see the muscle hidden beneath Deva’s dress shirt, a rare article of clothing for someone who usually preferred ratty T-shirts or tank tops. Deva had complained about it, of course. 

“Why the fuck were these torture devices invented?” Deva had snapped, fed up with being unable to fasten the tie to his neck. Varadha, already dressed up, had just laughed at him. 

“How are you, at your big age, unable to tie a tie?”

Deva just pouted, eyes pleading. And how could Varadha resist that? 

He had obliged, sliding off his perch on Deva’s desk to help him. Varadha’s fingers had felt like they were touching a live wire with every brush of his fingers against Deva’s neck, and the scent of Deva’s cologne so close hadn’t helped matters. 

“There, now you won’t look like a hobo at Vedha’s housewarming party,” Varadha jokes. 

“Vedha dresses just like me,” Deva complains. 

“Not today, he won’t.” 

Varadha had been right, all of their friends had shown up wearing some of their best. Not as fancy as the suits they had been wearing for the wedding a few months ago, but still classy. 

Now, the tie had been loosened, laying around his neck in a way that had Varadha imagining different circumstances. It did nothing to conceal the way the first few buttons on Deva’s shirt had been loosened, exposing Deva’s chest. Hence, the secret ogling. Varadha pushes down the instinctive fear that Deva had realized what was going on, that he had somehow found out about Varadha’s feelings. If Deva hadn’t realized in the last thirty years they had known each other, he damn well wasn’t figuring it out now. 

“Alright,” Varadha sighs. “My wonderful driver, wake me up when we get to your home.”

Varadha closes his eyes and leans onto the window, smiling at the chuckle he hears. The sound is more of a deep rumble with Deva’s voice, and it’s heavenly. Still smiling, Varadha lets thoughts of Deva lull him into sleep. 

-

The sound of the wipers furiously scrubbing the windshield breaks Varadha out of his nap. He opens his eyes to see a blur of water droplets and vague images of the road ahead of them. 

“Arey, em kanipisthundi ra neeku? [Dude, what can you see?]” He scoffs. “The rain’s gotten so much worse.”

Deva grits his teeth. “I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” Varadha makes an incredulous sound, drawing Deva’s attention. He can see Deva briefly turn to him out of the corner of his eyes, and his tone softens. “Really, raa. It’s fine; it’s a straight road until we reach the state border. By that time the rain’s probably gonna be better.”

“You don’t know that-” Varadha gasps in the middle of his sentence. “DEER!”

Deva swerves on the wheel, slamming the breaks. They narrowly miss the brown creature annoyingly parked in the middle of the fucking road, and the action sends them hydroplaning onto the other lane where they stop. 

Varadha takes a second to calm himself, and Deva quickly turns to Varadha to scan him for injuries. They hadn’t even hit the deer, for fuck’s sake, but something in Varadha warms to see Deva being protective over him. However, the warmth won’t stop him from teasing the other man. After all, it was one of his favorite activities. 

“What are you looking at? Koncham road atu pothene gaayalosthaya?  [Just because we went a little bit out of the lane will I suddenly have injuries?]”

Seemingly satisfied with his scan, Deva just rolls his eyes. “Ah? Rani gariki antha sukhamgane unda ani, check chesthunna [Just checking to see if Her Majesty is still comfortable].” 

Varadha half-heartedly smacks Deva’s arm, before his eyes land on the dashboard GPS. 

“Rey, there’s no signal here,” he points out. 

Deva starts the car, pulling it into first gear. “I don’t need a GPS to tell me where to go.”

“Mahanubhavuda [Oh great man],” Varadha says, folding his hands sarcastically, “You can do whatever you want when you’re by yourself. Me personally, I don’t want to get lost outside in this rain. Stop by the side of the road. Let’s wait for the GPS to figure its shit out.” 

“I told you already, it’ll be fine-” Deva’s interrupted by the sound of the tires hitting a pothole, and they both wince as they jolt in their seats. 

Varadha scans what he can see of the road, and finds a small hut coming up by the side, a few feet in. 

“Rey, rey, rey, there’s something there, stop!” He taps Deva’s arm in succession. “We can wait out the storm.”

Deva sighs but acquiesces. He pulls over to the side, in front of the structure, which looks more like a hut now that Varadha can get a less blurry look at it. Deva turns to look at Varadha, giving him a happy now? look. 

Varadha just grins at him. For all his teasing, for all his insults, Deva would agree to do anything Varadha asked of him when the time came. Varadha slowly curls his hand around the door handle. 

“Last one to the hut pays for gas!” He barely finishes before he gets out. The rain pelts his back as he lifts a hand above his head, trying and failing to keep his hair dry. Varadha hears an indignant shout and a “Vara!” muffled behind him, and suppresses the giggle that wants to climb out of him as he enters the hut. 

First, he thinks smugly as he observes the interior. Never mind that he had had the advantage there. Not like Deva hadn’t ever pulled some shit like this before. Tom and Jerry, Deva’s mom had lovingly called them as kids when they wouldn’t stop fighting when Varadha came over. Only she had realized that behind each prank, behind each childish insult, was a deep bond of love, and that fighting with each other was just the way they expressed their affection. They could go from happily playing with toys, to getting into a wrestling match, to guiltily soothing each other, all within the span of a few minutes. 

Varadha briefly spares a thought to the fact that Atha [aunt/mother-in-law] might be worried that they hadn’t come back home yet. There was nothing to do now, though. A quick glance at his phone shows no bars, just as he had expected. He and Deva would just have to apologize once they got to his home. 

Deva runs in a second later, almost knocking Varadha over. He frowns as he examines what he can see of the cramped space they’re now in. Varadha pulls on the wire near his face, and is rewarded with a flickering, weak light above their heads. Now that they can see better, it’s clear the hut wasn’t meant for someone to live in. Neither of them would be able to lie down flat on the floor, the rounded walls would prevent that. 

“Rey Vara-” 

Oh, Varadha can’t take that tone. That gentle, you deserve so much better tone. He sits down fully, resting his back to the wall, before Deva finishes. He glares up at Deva, still standing, who just looks exasperated. 

“I’m fine,” Varadha stresses, and what a reversal that is. 

Deva hesitates for a few more seconds before he gives up and joins him, sitting across so their calves touch. 

Varadha hates these moments. He loves now living with Deva and Atha, and being able to be around Deva more. If he has to adjust to living less lavishly than he had growing up, that’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make. 

Deva doesn’t see it that way, though. Every time Varadha’s had to eat leftover rice, take public transportation, stand in the hot sun for more than a few minutes, he gets this look on his face, some combination of guilt and anger, the latter emotion only for Varadha’s ex-family, of course. It never seems to get into his head that Varadha’s fine with this, that he’s not so soft as to consider any of these more than minor inconveniences. Deva had been both elated and sad to hear that Varadha and Baachi had left the Mannars. 

Elated because he had been there for all of the times Varadha’s family had humiliated, hurt, and insulted them, all for the crime of being born to a different mother. It had been Varadha who had kept Deva from trying to get back at his siblings numerous times for the shit they had put him through. Sad, because it meant Varadha was leaving his comfortable life with his wealthy family, to come tough it out inside Deva’s apartment, which was barely big enough for Deva and Atha by themselves. 

Well, the Raisans being in that situation was Raja Mannar’s fault in the first place, but Varadha was genuinely happy to live with Deva, and his decision had nothing to do with his separate secondhand guilt for the way Deva and Atha had to live their lives as he grew up with all of his basic needs automatically taken care of. Baachi had figured out a roommate situation with his own boyfriend, Rinda, and Varadha had begrudgingly accepted, not before attempting a shovel talk (successful, Rinda looked terrified) and a lecture on using protection (unsuccessful, Baachi had all but shoved him out the door after that).

Fuck. Now they’re both upset, and there’s a storm raging outside. Varadha can hear faint thunder in the distance, and he knows with their luck the storm will pass right over them. 

He tries to think of something that’ll lighten the mood, something to do to pass the time. Varadha nudges Deva’s foot with his own, to get Deva’s attention. He had been staring morosely at the ground, but he looks up to meet Varadha’s eyes. 

“Truth or dare?” Varadha asks. 

Deva just raises an eyebrow, and Varadha flushes. 

“I don’t see you coming up with something. Either figure something out or answer the question,” Varadha demands. 

Deva sighs. “Sare [Ok], raa. Dare.”

Varadha looks around the hut. What the fuck could he even dare Deva to do here? 

Deva seems to also realize this, and snickers. Oh, it’s on, Varadha thinks. Both of them had competitive streaks, and the best way to provoke was to act like the other was powerless. 

“I dare you to spend thirty seconds outside.” 

Deva’s jaw drops. “It’s raining!” 

“Exactly. Get out.”

Deva rolls his eyes, but dutifully crawls outside to lie in the grass for thirty seconds. Varadha definitely doesn’t admire the way the water droplets run across his skin.

When he comes back inside, he’s fully soaked, and Varadha realizes he’s made a mistake. The space is so small the puddles that Deva makes flow over to where Varadha is. 

Deva suddenly leans over Varadha, and before he can react, roughly shakes his head so the droplets in his hair land onto Varadha’s face. Varadha sputters, jumping away, and Deva laughs back to his spot on the floor. 

“Kukka [dog],” Varadha mutters, as Deva’s laughter slowly trails off. 

“Ok, my turn,” Deva says, still grinning widely. “Truth or Dare, Vara?”

Well, Varadha’s not going to pick dare. “Truth.” Deva opens his mouth, then closes it. Varadha smirks at him. “Whatever diabolical plan you had, it’s not happening.”

Deva pouts. “Damn, I gotta actually think of something to ask you now.” His brows knit together in concentration. “What don’t I know about you?”

A good question, actually. They had been inseparable ever since they had been introduced as toddlers, the sons of Raja Mannar and Dhaara Raisan. Every joy, every sorrow in their lives, they had shared with each other. 

“Do you actually approve of Rinda, or are you just ok with it for Baachi’s sake?”

That’s easy. “He’s an idiot, but not bad.” Not bad, Deva mouths at him, and Varadha flips him off, grinning. “He’s higher on my list than most other people, at least. And I trust Baachi to keep him in line.”

They smile at each other for a few more seconds. 

“My turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Varadha flicks an eyebrow, and Deva rolls his eyes once more. “You could barely come up with a dare last time. There’s nothing to do in here. Might as well make it a truth game.” He doesn’t like it, but Varadha can see the logic in that. 

“Alright.” He racks his brain for what he can ask Deva that he doesn’t already know. “Have you ever had a crush on anyone? Obviously, someone you didn’t tell me about.” 

Nice going Varadha , he thinks. Totally subtle. 

But Deva just contemplates it. Like there actually was an answer to that that wasn’t, Are you out of your mind? If there was someone I would’ve told you.  

“Promise me.” Varadha says, suddenly. “Promise me that everything you say for the rest of the game is true.” He hopes that if there really were secrets between them, this night would change that. 

Deva stares, mouth set in a hard line, for long enough that Varadha starts to sweat. Does.. does Deva want to keep secrets from him? Eventually he does lift up his pinky. “I swear.”

Varadha gives him a Look, now trusting him even less. Deva sighs. “I pinky swear, on our friendship, that I’ll tell the truth.” He then quickly links the pinky with Varadha’s. “And Varadharaja Mannar will also tell the truth.” Varadha opens his mouth, and then closes it. Well, he’d be a hypocrite if he didn’t agree to the deal as well. Complete honestly from both, then. 

“Sare, sare [Ok, ok]. Now answer the question.” 

Deva looks at the ground for the first time, not being able to meet Varadha’s eyes. “Yes,” he mumbles, and Varadha’s heart sinks. 

“My turn,” Deva says, quickly. “Have you..” He hesitates, but forges on. “Have you ever went all the way with anyone?”

“Have I had sex, you mean?”

“I’m just curious,” he defends himself. “Isn’t that the kind of question you would ask in a Truth or Dare game?”

“Yes,” Varadha answers honestly, to his first question. Deva takes in that information, eyes unreadable. “Now you. Do you still feel that way for that person?”

Deva closes his eyes, as if expecting a reaction from Varadha. “...Yes.”

Oh. Varadha forces a laugh. “Rasikudive, raa nuvvu [you’re really a player],” he jokes. “Pakkane mogudni pettukoni vere valla gurinchi matladthunnavu [you’re talking about other people with your husband right next to you].” The flirtatious banter was an inside joke between them, sometimes referring to each other as their husband or wife in private. It doesn’t seem to land in this moment, where Deva just looks pained. 

“Rey..” he starts, and Varadha interrupts. 

“It’s your turn to ask me something.”

Deva just looks at him. “Does it bother you? That I said yes to the past two questions?”

Fuck. Varadha hates his past self for suggesting this game. But he had promised. And it’s not like Varadha wasn’t a jealous person in general, even towards people Deva knows he has only platonic feelings for. 

“Yes,” he answers. Deva’s eyes widen. Moving on. 

“Does the person know you have feelings for them?” They’re getting dangerously close to what Varadha really wants to know, the identity of this mysterious crush of Deva’s. 

“No.” Deva says, quickly, but surely. Like that was unquestionable, like he had resigned himself to unrequited feelings a long time ago. “Do you? Have someone you like, I mean.”

Varadha keeps his eyes on Deva, thinking again about how if Deva had suspected anything he probably would’ve done so a long time ago. “Yes.” Deva’s eyes widen once again, and Varadha can see genuine surprise and hurt. 

Well, if they were talking about secrets. “Were you the one who beat up Ranga?”

Deva flinches. 

Varadha had always felt estranged from his family, but a few years ago, the catalyst for his leaving was Ranga. His brother’s boytoy? Boyfriend? Pet? Varadha still doesn’t know what he is to Rudra, but one day Ranga apparently thought it would be funny to call and withdraw Varadha’s application to his dream university. Varadha had been devastated, but knew better than to start something when Rudra could just as easily do the same to the other colleges he had applied to in retaliation. Let them pay for his college, graduate and then cut them off - this was Varadha’s mantra for higher education. 

He had, of course, raged about it in private with Deva. Had broken down, barely eaten dinner that night, slept with his head in Deva’s lap on the couch with Atha glancing worriedly at him. Varadha hadn’t told another soul about it. 

The day after, he went home to get a suitcase of his clothes and other belongings thrown at him the second he walked through the door. From the doorway, he could see all his trophies, his certificates, smashed on the living room floor. 

Someone had beaten up Ranga that morning. They had beaten him so bad he was in the hospital in a coma. Rudra had furiously enquired as to what happened, and somehow found out about what Ranga did. He had assumed it was Varadha, taking revenge, and had told Raja Mannar. And of course he only focused on the fact that Varadha had hurt someone, not even caring about the reason why. With Radha Rama’s encouragement, he had taken the decision to legally disown Varadha. 

That was the last day Varadha stepped foot in that house. He had gone numbly over to Deva’s apartment, holding nothing but his suitcase. Atha had opened the door, taken one look at him and the suitcase, and waved him in, had told him the guest room was always his. When Deva got home, Varadha could see the shock and clear guilt across his face. 

He had never asked Deva about it, and Deva didn’t talk about it. Varadha didn’t even blame him. He only felt mildly upset that if Ranga’s face did get smashed in, it wasn’t Varadha that had done it. 

“Was it you?” Varadha repeats the question. He knows the answer, of course. He just wants Deva to say something about it, now that they had both sworn to tell the truth. 

A shadow of Deva’s guilt that day comes back now, shoulders slumping. “Yes,” Deva whispers. “But you knew that.”

“I did.”

They sit in silence for a few more seconds. Varadha can be patient when he wants to, and can outwait even Deva, a man of few words. 

Eventually the tension is too much for Deva. “I’m sorry, raa,” he says, desperate. “I wasn’t thinking, at all. I didn’t expect them to take it out on you. That morning, I woke up still dreaming of your tears, and I couldn’t do anything, think of anything other than fucking that bastard up.” The last part is gritted out. “He’s lucky I didn’t kill him. I definitely wanted to, just for making you cry, for taking away your chances at your dream college.” 

Varadha swallows. He knows Deva cares about him more than anything, but to hear it put like that, it’s scary and reassuring at the same time. “You didn’t say anything about it afterwards, though. Even when I came to your house that day.”

Deva closes his eyes. “Does it make me a terrible person if some part of me, some small part of me was glad it happened?”

“Glad?”

“Because.. because it led to you staying with me.” He quickly clears his throat. “With us. Me and Amma.”

Varadha stares. Deva opens his eyes, and winces at whatever he finds on Varadha’s face. “I’m sorry. But it’s the truth. I felt awful for you getting kicked out, I felt awful that I ruined your life. I genuinely wanted to end it all, for a few days.” Varadha remembers the quiet, devastated glances Deva kept sending him all week, when he thought Varadha couldn’t see him. “But then I would see you, eating with us, laughing along with us into the late hours of the night, sleeping in the room that was now yours…” He swallows. Deva doesn’t finish the sentence, but Varadha, so closely attuned with his best friend, could easily tell what he wanted to convey. 

They sit in silence as Varadha digests this information, both looking anywhere other than each other. Eventually, Deva leans his head out of the hut, and comes back in, only slightly wet. 

He hesitantly tries to tell Varadha, “The storm seems to have broken-”

“Your turn.” Varadha interrupts. 

“My what?”

“Your turn.” Varadha nudges him with his foot. “Truth or.. truth I guess.”

“Are you angry at me?” He whispers, looking genuinely scared. Like what Varadha says now would screw with him for the rest of his life. “For what I did?” 

Varadha just stares at him, letting Deva squirm. 

Finally, he responds, mouth slowly curving into a smile. “Yedava [idiot]. If I actually was mad at you I’d have let you know the day it happened. I’m just mad you didn’t call me when you were beating him up because I had shit to say as well.”

Deva’s jaw drops. “You- you- dongasachinoda [fucking asshole]. You had me thinking you hated me!” 

Varadha can’t hold it back anymore, starts laughing uncontrollably. “Your-your face!” He wheezes. “You were so scared!”

Deva attempts to pout but fails to hold back a relieved grin. “Dick.”

“Well, if that’s what you want-,” Varadha winks, then laughs again as Deva attempts to hit him for that. He overshoots, and ends up falling on his face, onto Varadha’s thighs. Deva shifts into a more comfortable position, looking up at Varadha now. 

Varadha looks at Deva’s affectionate smile, and thinks back to the admission that Deva had loved having Varadha living with him. Suddenly, Varadha’s a lot less scared about who Deva’s been talking about. He thinks, he hopes, that he’s guessing it correctly. “What’s his name?”

Deva’s smile dims a bit. “Who?”

“It’s my turn, raa. What’s his name, the one you’ve been pining over?”

“How’d you know it was a guy?”

“You can’t ask questions, you only can answer mine. That’s how the game works.”

Deva looks deep into Varadha’s eyes, searching. Finally, he answers. “You seem so confident. Why don’t you answer, and I’ll tell you if it’s right?”

In response, desperately praying to every god he can think of that he’s not fucking this up, not ruining their friendship irrevocably, Varadha leans down and kisses Deva. 

There’s a brief moment of shock, a moment where Deva freezes, that Varadha starts panicking. 

Oh fuck shit fuck shit shit shit fuck fuck fuuuuuuuck-

Deva pulls back. 

I’ve gotta move out I can’t show my face anymore-

He sits up fully, so he’s facing Varadha. 

I’ve got to change my name, move to a different country, fuck fuck fuck fuck-

“What was that?” Deva’s face is carefully blank, but Varadha knows his own must be giving all of his feelings away. 

“I… thought it was me?” Varadha tries, feeling like a lump of embarrassment. He clears his throat, averting his eyes. “Or not. That’s fine. I’ll just-” He attempts to stand up, trying to push Deva off his lap. Fuck the rain, he’ll walk to Deva's house if that’s what he has to do to get out of here. And immediately start packing his shit once he gets there. 

He hears the unmistakable sound of a giggle from Deva, and Varadha snaps his head back around to see Deva with his hands clapped over his mouth. They can’t hide the wide grin he’s struggling to hold back well enough, though.

“What the fuck?”

Deva gives up and tugs Varadha back down, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Oh so only you’re allowed to pretend you’re mad at me?” 

“Ohh, you fucker!” Varadha pinches Deva in the side, hard, and Deva yelps, but it doesn’t stop either of their laughter. 

Deva pulls Varadha into a kiss, and this time it’s heavenly with both of them reciprocating. Both of their lips are chapped and dry from the lack of food or water, but Varadha doesn’t care. Deva, his Deva, is kissing him. 

They pull back, only far enough so Deva can rest his forehead on Varadha’s. 

He laughs incredulously. “Let me guess, you’ve also been secretly pining for your best friend all your life.”

“Fucking hell,” is all Varadha says in response, grinning. 

“We’re idiots.”

“Yep.”

Deva groans. “Even your brother saw it before we did, he kept teasing us at the party that we showed up together like a couple.”

“I think the whole world saw it before we did,” Varadha sighs. “I don’t know about your mom, though.” Deva winces, and Varadha pulls back, frowning. “What?”

“I might’ve…. told my mom at age six if I was going to marry anyone it was going to be you? And then repeated it when I was twenty-one and she started talking about people I might be interested in?” He grins, embarrassed. 

Varadha’s eyes widen as something occurs to him, and Deva immediately starts protesting. 

“No, no, it’s not like that-”

“Damn, you really were down bad for me, huh,” Varadha smirks, and Deva groans, hiding his face in Varadha’s chest. “What else, were you doodling our names together in your notebooks with hearts? Were you the one that put that sappy ass love letter in my locker in the ninth grade?” Deva doesn’t say anything, and Varadha bursts out laughing. “Wait, seriously?” 

Deva immediately pushes himself out of the light embrace Varadha’s been holding him in, and looks outside. “Well would you look at that, the sun is shining and it’s not pouring anymore.”

Varadha gets to his feet as well, grinning. He’s absolutely delighted at this turn of events, and won’t ever let Deva live this down. 

Deva’s about to go outside to the car, cheeks red, when he stops. He hesitantly takes Varadha’s hand in his own, looks at him like Is this okay? Is this too fast?

Varadha just brings the hand up to his lips, presses a kiss to the knuckles. An unspoken It’s very okay. 

Deva smiles shyly, and they head out to their car, hand in hand. The combination of the light rain and the bright sun makes a very visible half rainbow at the end of the field across from them, and Varadha smiles. 

"Let's go to our home, raa," he says. 

-

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[a-libra-writes]

hello, you can be a widow reader who has three children, since her husband died at the hands of the mafia, but then the reader meets Niko, but did not know that he was a killer, the children liked him, one of the children asked the reader "is this our new dad?" and one son) (lacadeisi)

This was interesting to write ~ And im weak to kiddos haha. Enjoy~

Look, Nicodeme Savoy is always ready to comfort a lady in distress, especially one this pretty. The fact you're a widow and a little older than him isn't a bother at all, nor are the rugrats you mentioned. He's not bothered by kids - well, he doesn't really think of them, and he doesn't intend for this relationship to be anything more than helping a poor maman relax at the end of her workweek.

When he first visits the house, he can't actually recall how many kids you mentioned. Two, four ...? Oh, three. That's a lot for one parent, no wonder you're always leaning on him and looking so tired. He takes their excitement in stride, letting the kittens climb on him and ask a million questions. He's very interesting to them; this big man with a strange accent and nice way of talking. All it takes is a story about swamps and gators and a little magic, and they're totally distracted so you can slip upstairs and get ready for your date.

His sister just loves teasing him about his "older woman" (not that you're much older than them) and how she'll make him "settle down". He takes it in stride, because Serafine has always loved teasing him about his paramours, and he gives the same sass about whatever lady has caught her eye this week. She finds it mildly interesting that he's still dating you after months, but still doesn't think much of it.

Eventually, you'll tell Niko what happened to your former husband. You still aren't aware of what his job is, and welllll, the way he figures it... He's not exactly the same. He's not even that loyal to the Marigold gang, so it's not the same as the mafia. What you don't know what hurt you, he thinks. Serafine warns Niko about keeping his petite maman in the dark, but but only once or twice. If it's time for a job, she's absolutely going to pick his ass up in their expensive car while she's dressed in a suit and Mordecai sulking in the back. Niko can explain his shit to you later.

He doesn't have any plans to babysit or intentionally spend time with the kiddos - as in, anytime he's out with you and the kids, it's incidental. Usually he shows up to the house early and figures he'll go along on a quick grocery trip or help you clean up the table. It gets him closer to the date he showed up for, and puts him in your good graces. Win, win, he figures. If the little girl wants to put some bows in his tail while he waits for you, or the boys ask him to throw a ball a few times, that's easy enough to do.

Once, the youngest asked if he was their father now - you were embarrassed, but Niko just laughed and said nope. He's certainly old enough to be one, but noooope. When he's out with you and the little ones and a passerby comments on "his" pretty children - even if they look nothing like him - Niko just laughs and says something absurd. They're just some hobos following you two around, they're some kiddos he's kidnapped for the circus, they're for sale, etc.

He doesn't initiate any overt affection or hanky panky while the kids are around, but he can keep from giving you a kiss on the cheek when he comes in and getting a little handsy if they're in the other room. Many times you've reminded him to wait until the kids are in bed, though they aren't stupid. Unfortunately any relatives who ask what they've been up might end up hearing about "mama's kissing friend" who comes by in the evening. Yeah, might have to do some explaining about that ...

(If the person whose watching the kids disapproves of him, Niko is 100% going to give them a smirk and wink when your back is turned.)

One time he picked up the kids from the sitter, rolling up in the juiced-up expensive Marigold car, with Serafine grinning and smoking in the other seat. Niko acted like nothing was strange - like his bandaged hands - just that he was here to pick up "les petite puces", and you were expecting him back soon.

Yes he drives WAY too fast back to your place, with the windows down, to the kiddo's delight. They're a giggling windblown mess by the time they're home.

[curseofthebloodcountess]

I have private brain rot about Modern!Blood Countess/Real Housewives. Here are some thoughts/images I have to live with that I need to inflict on people:

Ez driving and living in a van. Bonus points for her picking up Theo and the Vallikicule on her way home from dress rehearsals for Rictavio's Carnival of Wonders

Lucian trying to teach Theo to drive his mini van and shoving the responsibility on Listerine when they make fun

Izek Strazni in his cop cruiser and uniform. He looks so stupid, y'all.

Fiona trying to recommend a good divorce lawyer to Lydia. It's a queer-coded af suggestion and very unreciprocated, but Lydia still takes the card and swears she'll consider it

Nikolai Wachter breaking in to the Vallaki hospital or county courthouse to find Elizaveta's medical records, trying to find out what they listed her cause of death. Karl is along for the shits and giggles.

Victor being offered a full ride to Immol University but having to "settle for" Vallaki Community College because his parents don't want him out of their sight after the bullshit that happened with Stella

Tam has hobo vibes. He's not a hobo - he's a homeowner with some land outside of town - but he comes into the city a couple times a month for supplies and people are weird about it. To be fair, Tam's probably also weird about it.

Rictavio has fangirls. No one is happy about it, but especially not Rictavio.

Where do the cars and mass-produced goods come from? Who knows!

The druids are eco-terrorists who are rumored to be part of the Cult of Mother Night. Some of them are more integrated into society, but they're still like... extremist hippies who want you to sign this pamphlet to protect the environment

Krezk is romanticized by sourdough starter tradwife wannabes. Real Krezkites don't know they're being celebrated on TikTok.

Vallaki Pride Events go hard. Vallaki Halloween trunk or treats. Vallaki holiday parties that last for dayyyys. You get what I mean.

God. Just all of modern Vallaki, tbh. I should get back to that fic.

Rahadin with a smartwatch. The only number he has saved in it is Strahd's. He still receives ill-timed calls from the brides, his baby mama, and his boyfriend, who just called to say hi. (Goddammit Cordy.)

Strahd has regular Zoom meetings with her top agents - the brides, Vasili, Rahadin - but someone always has hella lag and Rahadin's choir keeps getting picked up on the mic.

Vasili puts Lysandra up in a gorgeous penthouse apartment with a lot of windows. She wears a lot of designer brands to impress the in-laws, but otherwise lives in lululemon athleisure wear, trying to stay current enough that Vasili doesn't notice that she's slowly (compared to humans. Compared to him? Rapidly) aging.

Marigold facetimes with Cordy, but he's really bad at the camera so she usually ends up staring at the ceiling or the garden while they catch up

Ivan and Escher are rival influencers. Superfans have noticed little things that suggest they may be more than rivals, but Strahd/Escher shippers accuse them of reading too much into things. It's a scandal brewing in a small sphere of Barovia, so Strahd kind of ignores it. What she doesn't ignore is when Escher tries to include too much info about her or her court in his "little videos"

Kehrani is in the army and she kicks ass, but that's not new

Theo's entire bedroom being covered in statues of saints, live-laugh-love signs, and Rictavio fangirl posters.

[funtimesale123]

gn reader x bowser fan fic fourth chapter

You have breakfast and get to know the Royal Koopa Family a little better

(Also read the notes at the end for a little more info on things in this chapter)

Ugh…

You notice unknown weigh on you as you start to wake up.

Hearing multiple small voices some attempting to whisper but basically yelling in a whispery tone instead.

"Guys you're gonna wake em up!" Says the one you're most familiar with

"So this is the human from another world, huh? They don't look that special." Says a more girly voice

"Hey! The Human is very special!!! They were very nice to Morton and helped Morton golf!" Booms the loudest voice of the group

"..."

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I wonder if they'll like my tricks. Larry says they were fun to play golf with even if they're not the best" says a very bouncy and hyper voice

"They're probably just like the other humans like that scaredy cat green one or dumb meanie red one" says an agitated and rough voice

"Hey! Don't be mean, Roy. We haven't even given them a chance yet," says a very eloquently spoken voice

"Yeah! hehehe! and we can show them all our cool gadgets and battle strategies!" Another voice says

Groggily you finally open your sleepy eyes looking around to see you're surrounded by the koopa children with Roy and Wendy on you.

Oh… yeah… yesterday was real… and you really are in Bowser's Castle… surrounded by his eight kids… who have now started an argument over you.

Sigh

Welp while they're distracted you sneak off to the bathroom to hopefully tidy up a bit.

As you close the door you can still hear the now muffled sibling squabble.

You look around at the gorgeous and gigantic bathroom. The walls of course match a similar theme to the rest of the castle. Blacks and dark grays with fiery red highlights. You look over to see a bathtub/shower that's probably big enough to be jacuzzi.

Man, nearly everything in this castle is so much bigger and grander than what you're used to.

You notice something folded up on the counter with a note.

"Clothes fitting for the guest have been provided as well as possible necessities such as a toothbrush and toothpaste, both scented and unscented soaps, colognes and perfumes, hairbrush and other hair related products, and Basic beauty products and/or makeup. These can be found in the drawers and cabinets."

Setting the note aside you look over the clothes given to you

They're in a similar style to what you're currently wearing if not a bit more fancy. They're also seemingly made of the same materials as yours.

All in all the clothes are basically just a slightly fancier version of what you'd usually wear.

You set the clothes back down before washing your face, brushing your teeth, and doing whatever else then getting dressed.

As you step out the kids suddenly stop their arguing. It seems no one but Ludwig actually noticed that you'd gotten up.

As you walk in you remember that you technically haven't met all of them yet. You awkwardly wave.

"Um… Hi?"

"Tsk. At least they no longer look like some hobo even if it's not that much better." Roy mumbles

"Yeah, right?" Wendy whispers to him

Suddenly the twins were all over you!!!

Lemmy asking you childish questions while simultaneously showing you his tricks.

Iggy invading your personal space inspecting you and asking more invasive scientific questions.

Jr. Quickly runs over as Ludwig casually follows

You stand there dazed till Jr. Is able to calm the twins down as the three are bickering Ludwig introduces himself rather egotistically.

"Well hello there, I am Ludwig von Koopa, the eldest and most intelligent of my siblings." He boasts, puffing out his chest.

You notice Larry wave his wand showing a few images to talk and soon Lemmy translates

"Yeah!!! Larry's right, we're just as smart as you!!!"

"Hey! hey! hey! You're supposed to be tellin em who ya are guys!" Bowser Jr. reminds his siblings

"Oh… yeah!" Lemmy rolls his ball closer to you before excitedly saying "My name's Lemmy! Look at my trick! Look! Look! Look!" He then flips landing upside down on the ball on one hand and flipping and landing right side up.

"Wow!" You clap at the young koopas acrobatics as he giggles and bows

"My turn!" Iggy says nearly tripping over his twin to get to you. As he introduces himself he quickly starts to ramble out questions before you can even answer.

"I'm Iggy! You're from another world right, I'd love to study the differences in your anatomy and physiology! Do you have any unusual talents or abilities? Maybe we could run some experiments!"

You chuckle at Iggy's enthusiasm, but also feel a little overwhelmed by the bombardment of questions.

Before you can even respond, Roy pushes Iggy out the way and rudely introduces himself.

"Name's Roy or whatever " he grumbles before crossing his arms.

"Hey I wanted to go next! Hmph." Wendy pouts she then shoves Roy out the way as he yells about kicking her butt if she pushes him again to which she completely ignores as she introduces herself

"I'm Wendy and it's a pleasure to meet… Me"

"It is" you say as you indulge in the bratty princess's antics

As all the koopalings once again start talking at once, Kamek appears and not surprised by the children's behavior in the least simply announces

"Breakfast is ready, and young royals I urge you to try to not overwhelm the guest as being in an environment new to oneself can already be quite overwhelming."

You nod appreciatively at Kamek as he poofs off

before starting to chat with the koopalings on the way to the dining hall and throughout breakfast, learning about their personalities and interests.

Bowser chimes in occasionally about his children's many different accomplishments and skills.

Seems the Koopa King's pride isn't only limited to himself but to his children as well even if they're not related by blood it's clear he deeply cares for them nonetheless.

And despite their differences, the koopalings and Jr. all share a strong bond as siblings and a love for their family and kingdom.

You take a deep breath, realizing just how chaotic it can be living with the Royal Koopa Family, but also feeling a bit charmed by their quirks and personalities.

Notes

Man this is probably gonna take some getting used to ain't it…

(having played golf with Larry and Morton as well)

Sorry for retconning the story a bit

but I just had to have the koopalings play a more major story role cause I feel they don't get enough love

also sorry if the koopalings seem off, their characters haven't really been fleshed out as much in the games as Jr.s or Kameks

Also something to note is that Bowser's Castle in this story is based off of a combination of the Mario kart 8 track Bowser's Castle, Bowser's Castle (Arcade) from Mario Kart Arcade GP, and Bowser's Castle from Paper Mario: The Origami King.

so I'm basing them off of a combination of how they act in multiple appearances but mainly "The Adventures of Super Mario Bros. 3" show and the "Nintendo Adventure Books" and just changing the personalities a bit to fit the game versions

I'll probably draw up some reference images of a few of the rooms I've described and maybe make a rough castle layout as well as draw a height chart that includes the koopalings soon so be prepared for that ^v^ anyways sorry for the massive notes and hope you've enjoyed the story so far <3

[zooophagous]

Strauss arose from his grisly slumber to stalk the halls in search of a meal. He was peckish, and had awoken a bit later than usual, and both of these disruptions to his delicate equilibrium had left him looking a bit more sullen than usual. He passed people in the hall who stared and whispered and quickly looked away and hurried past him.

 

He raised an eyebrow. To be sure- having people scurry away from him in fear like pill-bugs was hardly a new occurrence for the elder vampire. But the people in the Van Helsing Institute knew him, and by now, knew better. Something was off. Something was wrong. The fact that they hadn’t stopped to tell him what it was only meant one terrible thing.

 

Whatever it was involved him.

 

His sour expression grew confused and gradually more concerned. What people in the halls that didn’t immediately flee from him were busy feverishly cleaning, organizing, moving things and looking frantic. He turned the corner to the director’s office. She would know. Her door was open however, and Artemis was nowhere to be found.

 

Now his concern was inching into panic. He craned his head into the room looking for her.

 

“Frau Van Helsing?... Artemis?”

 

“THERE you are.”

 

Strauss turned around to see Ursula with her arms at her hips, looking very upset with him. She usually did, but today was different. Today was worse.

 

“Frau Harker. What is going on? Where is Artemis?”

 

“I wouldn’t worry about her right now. It’s YOU that’s in trouble.”

 

He froze. In that moment Strauss would have sworn he felt his dead heart squirm fearfully in his chest. It had happened. Ursula knew about him and Artemis. They’d been caught. They’d been found out. Someone saw. Someone heard. What to do? Confess? Deny everything? Beg for mercy? What had Artemis already said? He opted to swallow hard and force his now dry tongue to ask as calmly as possible.

 

“What did I do this time?”

 

“Nothing, as far as I’m aware. Nothing NEW anyway. But what you’ve done in the past is bad enough. It’s all gone over my head now. I hope you’re satisfied.” She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

 

“Please tell me what is going on.”

 

“We’re being audited.”

 

“Audited?” Strauss raised his eyebrows. “Audited by whom?”

 

“By the church, of course. Did you think they just threw money at this venture without ever asking where it went? You’ve stepped out of line one too many times and now they’ve had enough complaints and we’re being audited.”

 

She became more animated as she spoke and threw her hands up in frustration as she turned away from Strauss.

 

“Follow me, you’ll be needed for this. First you need to get dressed. Something decent. A collared shirt, one that’s been pressed. And comb your hair, you look like a damn hobo. An audit. Under my watch. I can’t believe this. This is all your fault. My rules aren’t just here to torment you, you know. Now you’ve done it. Now it’s out of my hands!”

 

Strauss followed her meekly to his room. “Frau Harker. What does an audit entail?”

 

“They’re going to double check all of our security protocols and observe the facilities and make decisions about how bad of a job we’re doing. They’re also going to want to speak to you, personally, to determine if we’ve done a fair job rehabilitating you. You will be with me at all times until they leave so we can pretend we care about proper containment. It goes without saying you MUST be on your absolute best behavior.”

 

“I must be interrogated by a stranger?”

 

“Yes. And not just any stranger, the most important stranger you’ll ever meet, Strauss. I don’t really know how to say this any more clearly, but if you fail this interview, it is very likely that Project Symbiosis will be terminated.”

 

“And what then?”

 

“What then?” She let out a mocking laugh and turned to face him. “If the project is terminated, so are you. They certainly don’t have any use for you.”

 

“So I am, very suddenly, being asked to prove my own life is worth living, and if I step out of line, I am condemned.”

 

“Yep! Make it count!” She replied, sounding rather frantic and dropping her usual in-control facade. She stomped into his room and threw open the closet. Strauss normally would have balked at that invasion into his privacy- but she was on a mission. She threw clothing out onto the bed.

 

“No, no. Not this. Not this either. How many black tee shirts does one man need? Do you have any sense of style? Ah- here. This one. It needs pressing but… UGH it will do.”

 

She shoved the shirt into his chest. “We will have to cover the wrinkles with a jacket, and if you’re wearing the jacket you may as well wear the tie, too. Do you have any cologne? Any breath mints? Clean your fingernails. Brush your teeth. Do SOME thing.”

 

“You seem to be taking this worse than I am, Frau Harker.” Strauss did as he was told and threw off his shirt to slide into the off white button-up she’d forced onto him.

 

“I am worried, Strauss. The complaints we’ve been served with are not without merit. We’ve had two live subjects, both of whom escaped, both of whom have gone on to attack humans and only one has been recovered. If it were me doing the audit…”

 

She rested her hand over her face and staunchly blinked back frustrated tears.

 

“If it were you, you’d be siding with the complainant.”

 

“You have your work cut out for you. This auditor is someone I know, actually someone I respect. A vicar. Goes by the name of Emille but you should really call him Vicar Martin. Or at least Mr. Martin. Herr Martin. Whatever damn honorific you Germans use. I don’t care.”

 

She looked at him with a disgusted grunt. “Please do not disrobe any further until I leave. Meet me in the hall when you’re done. Unfortunately I must be next to you at all times to keep up the illusion that you are adequately chaperoned. Don’t think I’m sticking close to you because I’ve gone soft on you.”

 

“You sound concerned for my well being, that is all the softer you need to be, Frau Harker.”

 

“If I actually wanted you dead, Strauss, you’d be dead. Believe it or not I have a vested interest in your well being if only because I don’t want to make my niece cry. Well. That and… truthfully it would be an awful waste. I mean, with the education and everything we’ve sunk into you…”

 

“I am touched.”

“Get dressed.” She stepped out and waited in the hall. Strauss soon emerged, looking like he was late for some sort of interview for a job he didn’t want.

 

“Ugh, that’s your best suit is it? If you survive we’ll have to fit you for a new one.”

 

“Do we know what to expect from this auditor?”

 

“I’ve met this vicar a few times before. He’s not unreasonable. Not hateful as far as I can tell. He’s supposed to be neutral and impartial. Your history of good manners will work to your benefit here.”

 

“I appreciate your vote of confidence.”

 

“Yes, well, no sense in trying to make you feel bad at this point in time. You’ll have to sink or swim on your own merits.”

 

“Will you please tell me, where is Artemis?”

 

“First name basis with Artie, are we? She’s being interviewed separately from yourself and seemed to think it prudent to maintain the appearance of emotional distance between herself and her subjects. I tend to agree. You will be with me, and later you will return to your room, which will be locked for appearances sake, and I will bring in Troy.”

 

“Troy is also in trouble?”

 

“Not yet, but it is a non-zero chance.”

 

“He cannot have Troy.” Strauss bristled under his suit coat.

 

“If he tries to take Troy or harm Troy in some way I will kill him.”

 

“Will you shut UP. You cannot go into this interview talking like that. Nobody is going to do anything to Troy. Please worry about yourself, I will take care of everyone else.”

 

Strauss shut his mouth tight in a stony silence. Ursula would protect Troy, he was sure. She was probably actually the best person to play bodyguard anyway. But even the simple inference of a possible threat set him on a hard, sharp edge. It was already quite too late for the vicar. Strauss already hated him now.

 

Ursula led him to the game room, which was uncharacteristically shut and locked. She knocked on the door and opened it.

 

“Vicar Martin? Subject Luther Strauss is ready to visit.”

 

Strauss groaned quietly. ‘Subject.’ Indeed.

 

“Wave him in.” Came a cheerful reply.

 

“You do not want security to sit in?”

 

“No need. I’m sure he’ll be good. Besides, I need to see him without someone influencing him.”

Ursula turned to Strauss and nodded, pushing open the door. Strauss meekly stepped in and flinched slightly when the door shut hard behind him and the lock jingled, signaling his entrapment with the auditor.

 

Vicar Martin wasn’t all that intimidating. He wasn’t in any sort of official looking robes. He wasn’t even wearing a tie. A wispy white head of hair and a short white beard sat over a cheerfully ruddy face framed by thin metal glasses. It was the sort of face that could have been easy to be friends with, if not for the obvious.

 

“Hello Mr. Strauss. Or do I call you Luther?” He got up from the chair to shake hands.

 

“Doctor Strauss to you, if you please. You are Vicar Martin? I was baptized Martin Luther Strauss, once upon a time. We shared a name.”

 

“Yes, but you know that’s a sore subject with us Catholics. I can’t say I’m a huge fan of Martin Luther.”

 

“That makes two of us.”

 

Strauss took off his jacket and tossed it aside and began to undo his tie. He pointedly ignored the vicar’s attempt at a handshake.

 

“So. You’ve come to do an audit, is it? Or perhaps this was some ploy to get to see a vampire in person.”

 

Martin smiled. “You got me, Doc. I had to see the eighth wonder myself.”

 

“How appropriate, that so many of the seven wonders are in ruins. Is it worth the effort? Do I impress you?” Strauss paced around the room, looking for a game on the shelf, not looking at Martin while he talked.

 

“Maybe I should give you a demonstration of might. Give you something to write about in your little notebook. Would you like that? Perhaps we can go to the garage bay and I can throw a car for your entertainment. Or change into a bat and take you on a ride around the grounds. Then we can come back and have tea.”

 

“I’m getting a note of hostility here, Doctor Strauss.”

 

“Hostility? No.”

 

Strauss dragged out the last syllable sarcastically.

 

“No, I love surprises and meeting new people. Having my routine interrupted is my favorite thing. Being made to wear clothing I am not comfortable in to impress people I do not like puts me in fine humor.”

 

Strauss selected a game box with checkers from the shelf and placed it on the coffee table.

 

“I especially enjoy being on trial for my life. It’s grand fun. Almost as fun as checkers. Sit down. We’ll play a round while we talk.”

 

The vicar nervously took a seat. “You know, an audit is serious but I’m not here to accuse you of anything, Doctor Strauss. I’m just an auditor, I’m not a judge.”

 

“ ‘I’ll be judge, I’ll be jury, said cunning old Fury. I’ll try the whole cause and condemn you to death.’ “

 

Strauss recited a line of poetry from memory as he set up the chessboard. Disdain was all but physically dripping from his fangs. He chose the black tokens for himself as the vicar watched him curiously.

 

“You’re a fan of board games?”

 

“I enjoy games, though I usually prefer the more challenging ones. I would have chosen Scrabble, but I do not think it would be fair to you. I am very good at Scrabble.”

 

“And you think I’m not?”

 

“Prove me wrong.”

 

Strauss made the first move, deftly picking up a checker in his claw and setting it down with a sharp click. “So, Mr. Martin. I suppose you have some uncomfortable pointed questions to ask me about all the wrongs I’ve committed. I’ve never been to confession before, having been raised protestant. You will have to guide me along. How many hail Mary’s is a human life worth?”

 

“Heh.” Martin scooted his red piece a space forward. “Just a few minutes into this and you’re already confessing to a murder?”

 

“It is logged in my file. I trust you did your homework and read ahead before visiting me? Or am I giving you too much credit?” He clicked another piece forward. “It would be very stupid to sit down with me alone without knowing what to expect.”

 

“You’re right, it would be. I have seen your file, Doctor Strauss. I also know it wasn’t one murder, it was two, and a severe bite not too long ago.”

 

“Ah, but now you are already being uncharitable to me. It was only one murder. The other was clear cut self defense. I would argue that any creature has the right to defend its own life as well as it can, without a black mark upon its soul.”

 

“Do you have either of those two things? A life or a soul?” The vicar asked quietly and skipped over one of Strauss’ pieces.

 

“Those two points are as debatable as they are irrelevant. If I lack a soul it is only clear evidence that a soul is unnecessary. If you refuse to call it a life, my existence at least has been worthwhile.”

 

“And what have you done with that existence?”

 

“I am working on my education. I have one already, as you know, but it is out of date. I have earned my GED from some half baked American school and I am taking college courses. I especially enjoy organic chemistry. It is very difficult. I am barely scraping by with a passing grade.” He click-clacked his checker piece two in a row over the vicar’s.

 

“That one is your favorite even though you’re close to failure?”

 

“Yes. I enjoy the challenge. I am never bored with it.”

 

“What do you intend to do with that degree?”

 

“Artemis has encouraged me to try my claw at forensic science. Personally, I wish to resume my role as a physician. I am especially interested in pediatrics.”

 

Martin snorted. “Now, forgive me for saying so. But that’s rich. A vampire pediatrician? Are you even safe to have around children?”

 

“You are a Catholic clergyman. Are you?” Strauss narrowed his eyes at the vicar and claimed another of the red pieces. “In addition to my ongoing academic pursuits I am fluent in three languages, including Latin. I participate in numerous research projects including live anatomy demonstrations and I am told I have contributed vast swaths of new knowledge to the realm of vampire studies.”

 

He folded his claws. “It turns out that if you ask us nicely, we are happy to oblige.”

 

“Hmm. Yes. All good things. It doesn’t seem like your mind has completely gone to waste, then. What about physical conditioning? Does your lodging permit you the ability to adequately exercise?”

 

“You almost sound as if you are concerned for my physical well being, how quaint.”

 

“It’s part of the audit, Dr. Strauss. Inhumane or overly restrictive conditions would be as much of a cause for concern as overly loose ones. Or I should say, almost as much as a concern. If it were overly restrictive, it would only be harming you. If it were overly loose, it would be harming you and others.”

 

“I believe I know what you are trying to ask. This is about my night out, yes?”

 

“About your rampage.” The vicar replied coolly. “Calling all of that a night out is a euphemism, and you don’t seem like the sort of man to deal in euphemisms.”

 

“I am barely a man.”

 

“What are you then?”

 

“Genderless. I am more of a concept than a man. I am a tiger.”

 

“Alright then. Not sure what pronouns to use for that one. But, about your rampage.”

 

“It was a very simple mistake. My needs are not complex, but they are strict. They were not being met. When one cages a tiger, one must be cognizant of its needs and respectful of its power. Frau Harker and the Institute were neither. Not at that moment. I slipped away.”

 

“You slipped away and attacked one person and terrified several more.”

 

“He put his hands on me first.” Strauss growled. “I had a broken ankle, several fractured ribs, and I was both freezing and starving. Him putting his hands on me in that moment was a tragic mistake on his part. I do not blame him for it. In fact if it pleases you to know, we have since made amends.”

 

“Amends?” Martin raised his eyebrows. “They let you see this person again after mauling him once?”

 

“Yes. I thought repentance was something your lot purports to be a good thing. Mr. Samuel and I have put the past behind us.”

 

“I take it that Mr. Samuel also knows your little secret then too?”

 

“Yes. He also knows about Herr Cunningham. He has visited the grounds several times. He is one of cherished few we feel we can trust with our secrets. He is of a persuasion that knows what it is like to be unjustly mistreated because of their identity.”

 

“I appreciate the honesty Dr. Strauss. I wish I could say it was doing you favors. But, if I may be honest in return, the purpose of this audit is to be very strict. So far I have that you bite when overwhelmed, are prone to escape, you seek out former victims who did survive; and even though you’re getting an education you want to place yourself in a position of power over very helpless patients with that education. How do I know you made amends with Mr. Samuel? And didn’t just threaten him into silence? Where is that threshold of your needs not being met, that would make a tiger hungry enough to hunt again? How much of this intelligent, well read identity you put forward is real and how much of it is an act?”

 

“An act.” Strauss bristled.

 

“Shut your God damned mouth you mediocre, chewy clot of undercooked fat.” He bared his teeth and grabbed the checkerboard and tossed it casually to one side.

 

“You have the great privilege of seeing me without a shadow to hide in, and you think it is all an act. As if you know what part of me is true or false from reading off of your clipboard. You know of the bite but not the reason why. You know of the murder but not the self defense. You are spoon fed prejudice and swallow it without a second thought like a child swallowing arsenic when told it is a vitamin.”

 

Strauss stood up, using his height to tower over the flustered and cowering vicar.

 

“And what have you done with your life? I have brought patients back from injury and illness. I opened my crypt to fleeing innocents during the bombing of Europe in the great wars. I have caught and disposed of more wickedness in my jaws than could fill a dozen of your dossiers. I have lived over two hundred years, and I will live two hundred more, whether or not your audit agrees with me.”

 

“So you’re throwing the audit on purpose?”

 

“No. I am warning you not to stick your fingers in my cage. Tigers seldom warn twice. You already know what happened to the last one who tried to meet me in my den.”

 

The vicar steadied himself and tried very hard to look the angry immortal in the eyes. “Dr. Strauss, I assure you that I-”

 

There was a commotion in the hall that made both speakers stop and stare at the door. A cacophony of “What do you THINK you’re doing-NO YOU CAN’T GO IN THERE” and the door flung open to a harried crowd of Ursula, Artemis, and Troy all but dragging Sam in by the arm.

 

“Oh good nobody shot you yet.” Troy grinned at Strauss. “Hey! Vicar Martini or whatever your name was, we have a character witness for my buddy Strauss here. This is Sam, say hi Sam.”

 

“Hi Sam.” Sam parroted sarcastically. “Hey Strauss.”

 

“Sam was one of the guys Strauss bit, when I heard you were coming I knew I had to go get him to tell you that everything was fine now. I mean, you gotta have a character witness at a trial right? Also I can vouch that Strauss has a pretty strong moral compass. He only ever bites guys that have it coming. I mean except Sam and that was an accident and they’re cool now.”

 

“Yeah, he actually saved me from getting hit by a car once so now we’re even or whatever.”

 

“Yeah, he’s also a doctor and he helps me when I have my lycanthropy episodes.”

 

“Sorry I’m late, Vicar Martin. I had to chaperone Troy when he was out of the grounds. Have to be extra thorough on audit day.” Artemis smiled and folded her hands behind her back.

 

The flustered vicar threw up his hands. “Will all of you please stop talking for a minute, I can barely think in here.”

 

“Now you see why I was overstimulated to the point of biting.” Strauss mumbled and went to stand behind Artemis. He was coming down from the angry high of being brave, now he only wanted comfort.

 

“If Luther didn’t frighten you away, I’m ready to sit down and chat. One on one or in a group.” The director smiled brightly.

 

“No need.” The vicar collected his papers. “I actually have already heard enough.” He turned to Strauss with a subdued smile. “Congratulations Dr. Strauss, you’ve passed your audit.”

 

“What?” Came the reply in near unison from the crowd.

 

“Your vampire friend here was quite the conversationalist. He didn’t stray away from his feelings, or his past. I think after hearing this, that the real reason for the audit did not actually involve you.”

 

“Real reason?” Artemis turned to Troy and Sam. “Can you two wait outside for a moment?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“What reason is that?” Strauss asked from behind Artemis.

 

“I probably shouldn’t tell you too much, but, you’re bound to find out on your own. Director Van Helsing…” Martin sighed. “There has been a murder.”

[avenin7]

IMPORTANT. Mod au or Canon au or whichever AU you want - what does everyone dress as for Halloween???? (Does Revalink have a couples costume? I can imagine Revali putting his whole birdussy into a fit only for Link to turn up with the shittiest costume ever just to piss him off.)

okay birdussy made me laugh so hard I almost threw up so thank you for that xD

mod!revalink would absolutely do a couples costume (last year I had Revali dress as a vampire and Link his damsel). Link would try so hard to make them dress up as like the shittest more annoying couples costume. Think those crappy adult costumes from walmart for cringey white people. Revali damn near strangles him over it. but also it is very on brand for them to have Revali just dress really really nice in clothes he doesn’t usually get to wear and Link dresses like a hobo each year because it’s easy and it pisses Revali off so much

[persephonescottage]

EXES PAST: Year 2.

Pairing: Billy RussoxFem!Reader.

Summary: Connor ‘The lizard King’ Montgomery.

Warning: References to sexual situations, violence, blood, mutilation, trauma, swearing, obsessive thoughts, possessiveness, kidnapping, stalking, manipulation, violence, gaslighting and other triggers I will include as we go along, please only read if you’re 18+.

If any of this warnings trigger you please don’t read.

&

Billy was surprised when Karen called to invite him to your birthday party in New York’s hottest club.

Sure you liked expensive things but he never took you for a party girl. You were usually someone who would rather consume culture than alcohol but he went with it anyway.

Hey, at least you’d wear a slutty outfit.

But he got a bigger surprise when he actually got there. As he suspected you did wear a skimpy shimmering pink dress and at first glance he wished he could put some bunny ears on you for his very own playboy fantasy.

That’s before he saw him.

Billy knew Connor Montgomery very well, in fact he knew a lot of Connors through his job, all in their daddy’s bills having ANVIL’s security follow them to shallow night clubs and music festivals.

It was heartbreaking really to see you walking behind a Connor around the club like his little puppy.

He held you close to him but completely ignored you at the same time, like a new accessory he just got in SoHo and it made Billy’s blood boil.

As he drank an overpriced watered down scotch he couldn’t believe you would date a clown like that, all dressed in ridiculous clothes that made him look like a hobo but Billy was sure cost more than half of Manhattan.

He swear he could feel his eyes roll all the way to the back of his head when Karen told them they were calling him the new lizard king.

Please, Billy laughed, if anyone was the new lizard king it was him.

He eyed Frank who look like Gulliver in the land of Lilliput sitting around a tiny club table and caught that complicit grin.

He also thought this guy was a joke.

It was only when the time for you to blow the candles on your cake came and you looked around to try and find your absent boyfriend that Billy decided he was going to get rid of Connor Montgomery.

“Happy birthday angel.” He was the first to hug you after everyone clapped, the candles still smoking on your sprinkles cake.

He offered you a small velvet box and saw you give him a sad smile.

Your eyes were watery and he could see your nose turning red even under the crazy neon lights inside the place.

He rectified.

He was going to get rid of Connor Montgomery and he was gonna make it hurt.

You open the velvet box to find a pair of earrings and you smile a little more, but there’s still sadness in your eyes.

“You know the diamonds in those earrings are called angel tears.” He says touching your cheek that feels flushed and warm from the overcrowded club “They should be the only tears I ever see on you.”

“Thank you Billy, you’re a terrible Lothario but you you sure know how to give a good gift.”

He laughs at your comment and sees Karen walk up you, hugging you happy birthday while you whisper in her ear a quick thank you.

And then a question.

‘Have you seen Connor?’ He reads your lips and his pulse spikes.

Ever since Afghanistan Billy had a little voice in his head. A little red devil that popped up at the slightest inconvenience and commanded murder.

Only sometimes, on very special times, he’d let it take over, it made him see red and had his brain scheming miles a second.

It had taken your rosy cheeks covered in tears for him to let the voice take control.

He said his goodbyes with friends and left not before reminding you that you could call him anytime.

For anything.

It was a little blurry how the sequins of your dressed mixed in his mind with him telling Connor’s bodyguards that dickhead had gone home with you and they missed it.

They believed it immediately, tripping over their feet to get to their shinny black SUV and Billy laughed internally.

If they worked for him he would have fired them on the spot, that was security 101.

His whole maniac episode took him through the rest of the night. The adrenaline he felt when he got a wasted Connor to take the SUV from ANVIL instead of his guard’s without second guessing.

With a girl that wasn’t you by the way.

He got rid of the girl pretty easy when the lizard king himself turned out unconscious on the back of the car after his last line of coke.

She lost interest after that, guess there couldn’t be much condom poking or child support with a blacked out man and Billy took her home right away.

The only thing in his mind the entire time was how could you date a loser like that?

A loser that at the end of night sat tied to a chair, face fully swollen coughing blood.

He had blindfolded him, Billy wasn’t an idiot. He shaved his head, beat him up and made him believe it was a standard rich boy kidnapping.

He made him cry, he made him beg to stop the torture but Billy would just not budge. Every time Connor pleaded the image of you crying and pouting came to his mind and he’d punch every harder.

He told himself the trauma was necessary, to make the situation believable for Connor, but the little devil inside sure enjoyed the blood squirting after cutting one of the it boy’s fingers.

The fancy outfit he had chosen for your birthday now covered in crimson red with dilated pupils throwing Connors limp beat up body on the back patio of his McMansion.

He did receive ransom for him, he had asked for a stupid amount that any amateur would ask for, making the crime even more regular.

He’d use the money to cover your apartment in flower arrangements so you’d feel better, maybe a couple more gifts as soon as that parasite was gone.

Dry cleaning too.

Billy called Karen a few days after, pretending to be looking for Frank but confident in the way the blonde could never keep gossip to herself.

Apparently last thing you heard from Connor Montgomery was that his father was sending him to Austria to have one of his uncles discipline him and his party days where over.

At thirty something…

Whatever his father had told to the press to get him out of the country he was fine with as long as you never saw him again.

Good riddance to the new lizard king.

[transmasctoby]

The Big Date

Hobo Heart x BEN Drowned x Jeff The Killer x Ticci Toby

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I still don't understand why we're doing this, man," Jeff said as he pulled the black button down over his head.

Ben rolled his eyes, "you like Toby, right? You've had a thing for him since he moved in," Jeff nodded.

"So, you're gonna go on a date with him," Ben huffed, frustrated that he had to explain this. Jeff looked confused.

"But, I'm dating you," he said.

"Yes, Jeff, but Toby and Heart are polyamorous, so that doesn't matter," Jeff fussed with his tie while he thought about that.

"You are too, right?" Jeff asked. "Yes, Jeff. You are too babe, " Ben sighed.

"Right, because I want to have more than one boyfriend?" Jeff asked.

"Yes, babe. That's what being polymaorous means," Ben explained.

"And Toby and Heart are just... fine with that?" Jeff asked.

"Yes, honey, they're fine with that," Ben replied.

Jeff looked at himself in the mirror for a moment. He'd never admit it, but he was sort of nervous to be going out with Toby. What if Toby doesn't really want to be with him? What if he puts himself out there and gets rejected.

"Although..." Jeff thought, "who could reject me when I look this good?"

Jeff was dressed his best for a nice dinner date. He had on a black button-down with black buttons and a collar that Ben had folded neatly. He was wearing his only pair of black skinny jeans that didn't have any holes, and he had switched from his bloody Converse to some plain black Vans. Ben had made him brush through his hair, so it looked nicer than usual. He thought he looked incredible.

Ben came up behind him and hugged him from behind.

"You look amazing, babe," Ben said as he stretched up on his tip toes to kiss Jeff's cheek.

Jeff smiled a bit and turned to look at Ben. His jaw almost dropped when he saw how handsome his boyfriend looked. Ben was wearing a shirt identical to Jeff's, but in white, tucked into a black pleated skirt. He had a matching pair of black Vans on his feet, and his hair was slicked back in the way that Jeff loved.

"You're hot," Jeff said nonchalantly. Ben smiled, "I know"

~~~

Toby was nervously ticking on the bed as he watched Heart get ready. Though he was anxious, he took a second to admire his boyfriend.

Heart was wearing a white button-down tucked into black and white checkered skinny jeans. He was wearing black checkered Vans to match his pants, and he let his hair go wild. He had even put on a bit of eyeliner for the occasion.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Toby exclaimed, hitting his hands on the sides of his head with every word. Heart crawled up onto the bed next to Toby and took his hands gently so he couldn't hit himself anymore.

"Toby, honey, there's no need to be nervous. You look amazing," he said.

Amazing was definitely fitting for how Toby looked. Toby wore a brown and tan plaid shirt with tan dress pants and black dress shoes. His hair was brushed, and he had a brown mask over the lower half of his face.

"I just wanna make sure everything goes okay," Toby said, running his hands over his shirt. Heart grabbed his hands and kissed his cheek gently.

~~~

Jeff and Ben entered the restaurant 5 minutes after the time they were supposed to arrive.

Heart spotted them and waved them over to the table.

Ben picked the spit across from Heart, so Jeff sat across from Toby. They all sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes until Ben spoke up.

"You look very nice tonight, Heart. I dig your pants," he smiled. Heart looked a little flustered.

"Thanks, Ben, you look amazing as always! Jeff, you look really nice, too!" Jeff mumbled a thanks and looked down at the table. Ben stepped down hard on his foot.

"Hey!" He whispered in a yelling tone. Ben made a pointed look from Jeff to Toby, who was fiddling with the silverware and clearly trying to avoid looking at Jeff.

"Uhh...Toby," Jeff tried nervously. Toby looked up, excited that Jeff was talking to him.

"You look very nice tonight," Jeff mumbled quietly. Toby managed to hear him and was immediately beaming under his mask.

"Thanks, Jeff!" Toby responded, a little too loudly. "You look incredible, as you always do. I was a little worried you wouldn't th-think I looked good," Toby whistled and tapped on the table before finishing his statement, "but I'm very gla-glad that you think I look okay" Heart smiled at Toby.

"Volume control my love," he reminded gently. Toby blushed and looked down again.

"S-sorry," he mumbled. Jeff would usually be annoyed with someone talking so loudly, but with Toby, he found it sort of endearing.

"It's okay," he laughed. Toby looked up in surprise. That wasn't a mean laugh. It was a playful one. He had never really gotten that from Jeff before.

~~~

Ben had spent the whole dinner engaged in different conversations with Heart, which left Jeff and Toby to find their own things to talk about. Surprisingly, they realized that they actually had a lot in common.

As they stood outside the restaurant on the way to their cars, Ben smiled at Heart as they agreed that they would all have to do this again soon. They said their goodbyes, and Jeff turned to walk away, but Ben grabbed his arm and turned him back around to face Toby.

Jeff looked confused, and Ben looked him directly in the eyes. Jeff looked at him for a moment before understanding what Ben wanted.

"Toby..." he started. Toby looked up excitedly. "I'm not doing anything on Saturday, so if you wanted to get drinks or some shit, let me know," he grumbled. Toby's eyes widened.

"Just us?" He asked. Jeff looked at the floor and fiddled with his hands,

"Just us." Toby hugged him in excitement. Jeff didn't hug back, but he didn't seem to mind the hug too much. Ben smiled as he realized that this could he the start of a beautiful relationship.

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Little Things

Hiya kids... Uncle Alto here. I might have "borrowed" Rabbit's account after she failed to log out while getting lunch. So... while she's still off getting our beef stroganoff, let me tell you a little more about Site Command's unofficial favorite intern.

First off, Rabbit is the first to just jump in to try and help. Very good in a person, but... somehow it never really seems to occur to her to not help out.

She's scarily observant. She knows who's not doing well with hardly any interaction. Hell, sometimes she manages to predict who's about to breach before I do, and resolved the issue before it gets out of hand. Dr. Glass swears 914 gave her clairvoyance.

She may be sweet in person and on the phone, but in the COD lobby, don't mess with her. She's lethal with a RAAL in game.

She always smells great, like my favorite branch of Federal losers... ATF. Alcohol (whiskey), tobacco absolute, and firearms (hint of gunpowder). Gotta find out what perfume she wears, I dig it.

She can cook. Kinda wish I declared war on soup before now that she's bringing lunch in.

She's good at artsy stuff. It's cool to see some of the things she makes. Dr. Light loves the bracelet Rabbit made her for her birthday. She keeps threatening to make me a lei to go with my Polynesian shirts... Rabbit, if you're wondering, red is my color according to 173.

She's the first intern I've seen to make Dr. Iceberg afraid of her. Julian isn't scared of shit, really... but on the rare chance Rabbit blows her stack, he runs and hides in his office. Thankfully, Rabbit is usually chill.

She's adorable when she blushes. Which happens whenever she's complimented. Dr. Gears told her she made great coffee (she does, fyi) and she turned the cutest shade of pink.

She wears these cute little green dresses, which normally no female who had to fight would pick. Nothing too risqué, maybe the skirts are a bit shorter or with a slit on the sides. Yet, she's never had issues with fights, not even in heels. Abel's even impressed she can flip kick in 4 inch chunky heel ankle boots. And they hurt. I got one to the chest last Friday during the Soup Incident, and I'm still bruised a week later. Cute, but kicks like a ballet-trained mule.

She hasn't been back to West Virginia in years, but still has the accent. It comes out stronger if she's tired or getting sick of crap. The trigger warning for her getting really angry? "Bless your heart" or some variant, followed by brutal honesty. Rabbit angry is still polite, but maliciously so. And, so long as she's not mad at me, I'm here for it. While others raise their voices in anger, she tends to get icily quiet. I've only heard her yell once, and it was at Abel. He was so shocked he dropped his sword. Yeah... Yelling Rabbit is Peak Scary Rabbit. Rarely happens, though.

She loves dark chocolate. I think it tastes like dirt, but she enjoys it.

She's very practical for someone claiming to be a witch. Not militant witch, nor airy-fairy, but very grounded. Like, before saging the office for evil spirits, check the carbon monoxide detectors first stuff. But will holy water the hells out of a fool if needed. Fun fact, even for non-demons, a super soaker full of holy water will at least slow someone down a bit, if not just confuse them.

She's not flirting, she's just nice. Catches people off guard, but some guys just take it the wrong way.

When she's had enough of my crap, she'll tease me relentlessly. Favorite insult of hers towards me? "Bless your heart, Dr. Clef, but, you ain't evil. You're just a surf hobo with access to shotguns. Tone it down."

For a Dungeons and Dragons game, she once created the most evil minions I've seen in game. Forget what she called them, but they were basically what would happen if a casowary horde caught the G-Virus in Resident Evil, but with a hive mind. Meaning... see one, get killed by many while the rest beeline to you and your crew's asses. Rather face an entire factory of Nemesis and Mr X than see those demented nightmares ever again. I took the first chance to lay low after my poor rogue barely survived... which led to a one night subplot, "Phineas The Unseen Attempts to Evade the Overly Serious Sisters of Sigyn and Dodge the Bills". Fun times, but I got out of it.

She's actually funny. She can be mean, but it's with an intent of improvement. Some of her jokes are a bit odd, especially the dad jokes. An example; Dr Gears- "I'm serious-" Rabbit- "Hi, Serious, I'm Rabbit." I did see ol COGswell crack the tiniest hint of a grin while shaking his head.

She's seen the weirdest shit in creation, yet hasn't stopped marveling at little things. The first snowfall is still magic to her. She likes the sounds of thunderstorms, stuff like that. It's honestly one of the things that surprised me most.

She keeps a secret stash of candy for surprise incentives for junior researchers. Those that do good work will often find proposals returned with a candy bar enclosed. Really clever and well drafted ones get the better options.

I've only known her personally over a year or so, but... it's easier to tell her some of the terrible stuff happening than even Glass. She never really judges, just listens and tries to come up with solutions. Plus, sometimes she brings in goodies.

Her laugh. I swear by 343, if anyone really gets her laughing it's more infectious than a zombie virus. There was a three way Joke-Off in the site cafeteria between myself, Bright, and Agent Maine, by the end of round two none of us could tell any more jokes we were all laughing so hard. Her laugh is loud, but like a good pitch.

I may have a tiny crush on my intern. This... may be trouble. But then, I am a Clef, it's only natural I find trouble, heh.

[thebeauregardbros]

just learned about moral OCD. I'm glad to have realized that I've grown as a person enough irl that it doesn't affect me as bad anymore but alus' entire character is pretty much moral OCD incarnate. I usually make major RP OCs with the mindset of "I want to be more like this kind of person and maybe RPing them will help me brainwash myself into becoming a better person" but at the time of designing Alus I was not at all aware that the obsessive mindset that aligns with moral OCD is not an ideal to strive for (which is what I honestly believed when I created him in ~2015) but a crippling and horrifying experience glorifying an inability to self forgive. I still like alus as a character a lot and I intend to RP him as a person getting through those unhealthy mindsets and thinking about that endgoal makes me happy, but on the other hand I'm not really sure where Alus will go from there as a character. I feel that once you strip this major trait of his he becomes a lot harder for me to define and less interesting to write because of it, but just like the flow of expansion packs maybe he deserves a vacation and that's ok too! but it's kinda scary!

not to mention the fact that Alus still needs to go through that character development in RP... and to RP him, I need to slip back into the moral OCD mindset when it's taken years for me to claw my way out of it and that's kinda scary too. I still want to do it though.

maybe I should have a rebellion arc for alus where he starts dressing like a hobo. haha just kidding, unless..?

[boonandbash]

Benjiman Fujisaki

Do they like their name?:Never thought about it but he’s alright with it

Nicknames: Benji, he’s also called Zombie

Age?:16 highschool

How old do they appear?: By his height, 17-18 but y'know he’s only a year younger

Birthday: December 7th

Eye color?: Axel makes them appear maroon and blue but his original eye color is brown

Glasses?: Only for the style

Weight/build: bean poll and a small bit toned

Height?: 5’9(175.26 cm)

Skin type?: sunkissed when put into the effort but can go pale when tired

Hair color/length: chin length and he dyed it blue, originally a reddish brown though

Taste in clothes: he dresses like a hobo, unless axels in control you are dealing with a feral raccoon (aka won’t wear pants)

Healthy?: depends, usually pretty healthy until needed to activate quirk then his heart stops beating at a normal pace(going extremely slow)

Music:(https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ofUCcX3Qj0Ublmo5DzQCR?si=agB449UlTha0N49xlSmT6w)

Daredevil: considering Axel is like venom and keeps benji alive, he’s very reckless it gets to the point where even Axel can’t fix it sometimes

Are they the same alone: talks to axel a lot but other than that he sleeps in his free time

Good habits: Hygiene is on point and remembers to sleep at a healthy time

Bad habits: self destructive as well as explosive anger

Hobbies: water coloring and playing LOZ over and over again

Family situation?: loves them with all his heart, Axel tolerates them

Friend situation: treats them like family and is very welcoming

Deepest fear: Axel taking over when he’s sleeping and he murders everyone in a hunger haze

Worst that could happen to them?:

being left alone again with axle for too long, silence makes him anxious

Favorite thing: Brownies no not weed brownies just nicely made brownies that melt in your mouth

Roll model: his Momma (yes he’s a momma's boy)

What would break them: seeing his little brother mark + his mom dead by his own hands or someone he trusted.

Best/worst thing in his life: best thing is definitely the fact he can function as a healthy human and worst would be that he can’t remember his life from 5-7 those memories are gone

What are they reluctant to tell people?:

He was quirkless before Axel and would’ve rather stayed that way

Opinion on intimate/ romantic relationships: cool awesome Thumbs up from benji

Major flaws:

Self destruction (and I mean the whole sha-bang, tearing up papers scratching his arms breaking stuff and even ruining his voice from screaming) plus facial dysmorphia

How does he feel about himself?: he doesn’t remember, and thinking about it makes his head hurt

Selfish,selfless: would sacrifice himself but know that he has to take care of himself as well, his family comes first though

How does the way the character try to be different from how they actually act:

Benji tries to ignore the ability that axel heightens his senses a lot more so he can hear everything at a dogs hearing and see a lot but if you mean by personality he drains himself completely of energy by the end of the day (the people pleaser life)

Now questions answered by Benji!

What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten: sandstone with ants on it, axel force fed it to me when I was hungry. Humans can not eat anything with nutrients regardless if it would solve the problem

Hogwarts?: between a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw, bff is defo Luna for acceptance, Harry angers me as a protagonist, no love interest too Id get distracted by magic,

Ever bullied or have anyone afraid of you?: No I’ve never bullied but dark shadow seems to avoid me

Ever given away something expensive for free and do you regret it: I gave Mark my Pokémon cards because he got interested in it. I don’t regret it the way his face lit up is something I will love forever

Do you donate?: I would but I’m incredibly broke due to schooling and medication bills

What would you haunt as a ghost?: I would be the kind of ghost that mildly cleans for my brother Mark but if he’s a ghost with me then probably Mount Rushmore

Ever do something dumb/cool and acted like it was on purpose/accident.: there was this one time where I was cornered by some druggies and I ended up scaling the wall with my main torso towards them and my arms to the wall. That was by accident I just stuck to the wall! It wasn’t my fault I did take credit for it every time I tell the story though

If you could drink something for the rest of your life with no negative affect what would it be?

Shirley temples I can’t drink alcohol with my slowly deteriorating liver so definitely that.

Garden stuff?

I like cantaloupe and carrots but I think I would have a swamp other than a garden, y'know cat tails and moss.

Do you have any beliefs?:

I say dear god I’m sorry when I’m about to do something stupid and stuff but axel says that deity(s) are silly since why do you need to know what happens before you. Looking backwards does more bad than good

Motivation?:

Being a hero was all I could think to do with such a destructive power. If Axle is satisfied with hurting villains and destroying property than I can keep everyone safe

Who were you raised to be?: no idea I just kind of came into existence and my mom was proud and happy of it no matter what I became to be

How do you feel about yourself?

I exist to spite whatever allowed Axel to exist and hubris I guess it does effect how I treat him and others by simply making them worry but know Better than nothing

How do you feel about things you can’t control?: absolutely terrified next question

Can you use Chopsticks?

uh embarrassing to admit since I’ve used them before the amber(or so I’m told) but I can never use them again it’s so difficult

What do you do when you can’t sleep?

I watch cartoons that I enjoy like adventure time and Steven universe

What order do you wash in?

Weird flex but okay and whatever container I look at first ig so my hair and then everything else or it’s my teeth

Buying impulsively?

I buy keychain stuffed animals or just small one I have a few shoe boxes filled with them

Coffee order?

I can’t drink coffee, Axel rejects it and makes me throw it up once it gets in my stomach. It was not fun to figure that out all nighter with Mina.

Whatsapps did you get on your phone?

Tind- no I’m kidding I have tumblr, Snapchat and YouTube and like 7 different puzzle games

You like kids?

Sometimes it literally depends on whether or not they like me but I do tend to be sweet to them

What do you watch when you're bored?

I rewatch ATLAB, a lot

Where are you from?

Hosu city:

INFJ-T

(I have more just not very proud of them)

[dumbazzsz]

It makes so much sense though.

Techno walks around on an average day looking like royalty. Dresses to the nines. Covered in jewelery all the time. Spends at least 2 hours a day getting ready. His hair takes up most of that time tbf tho. Probably likes to do (or make Phil do) different fancy hairstyles, puts all shiny clips and stuff in there.

Phils clothing consists of a t-shirt, pants and a robe. That man gets up, showers, and just throws on whatever he can find thats clean. Fucking, have you seen the anime character his skin is? Man's basically a hobo (a fucking OP one but still, that dude has no care for how he looks, the same with phil).

Phils probably in architecture, either a student or already passed that stage. Man gets no sleep. CONSTANT eye bags. Doesnt know the definition of self care. You know technos dragging him to a fucking spa or salon or some shit to tidy him up every once in a while. I would say he'd be kicking and screaming the entire way there but usually he's dead asleep. He could never not enjoy it though, not when he gets to spend more time with Techno, and ESPECIALLY not when it always seems to get rid of the pain in his back that's always there (no, he's not old, shut up, I swear to god CALL ME OLD ONE MORE TIME-

Techza au were Techno is Phil's sugar daddy (because there is an awful lot of fics were he is the sugar baby, but not even one that is the rich one), and he LOOOVEEESSS to dote on his favorite (and only) sugar baby.

He loves showering Phil w gifts and clothes and jewellery. He wants to see his favorite baby all handsome for him. And Phil? Well... he has have nothing to complain about it.

[lyriumsings]

my attollo siblings eri and kei they’re gonna be traumatized or dead or both by the end of it all but at least they’re pretty<3

[vintagecandy]

thinking about a 50s jevil or seam... or honestly any of the other deltarune characters, they'd all fit so well TuT

So I was messing with the jevil idea like ok, there is actually a pretty good tie to the 50s and classic clowns, like the famous leyendecker magazine covers

and so at first I tried to maybe change him from a medieval jester more to a theater clown, with the makeup and everything? But that still looks very similar to how he usually looks-- and it works but it doesn't scream 50s

Then I was like-- hold it. What about the Bozo the clown "hobo clown" look that distinctly originates from the era's style?

and i fell in love gfdlkjhgdf You can't see it great with these poses, but his sleeves are too long, too, and they hang over his hands. the only concern is he's VERY different from his usual appearance, I just hope you can still tell it's him?

I also like the idea that he only dresses that way in Cyber City, since I'll prob focus on turning Cyber City into a retro-future AU ( ... reskin more like idk lmao )