#victor takes orders/he prefers that

[zsaszsingone]

the  way  victor  says  you  blew  that  kid  sky  high  permanently  lives  rentfree  in  my  head.  

[pyrodolls]

will you write more parts for the yandere!fan fic? 🫣

stalker! yandere boy x gn! popstar reader (part 2)

what if you had two different yanderes pining for you?

✰ warnings: stalking, mentions of murder, regular yandere tendencies, gender neutral reader

✰ a/n: damn that first part did a lot better than i thought it would, thank you guys! so how about i bring in a second yandere… i’m naming this yandere victor, and the yandere in the first part is bayani. (btw the art below is by RIP2_)

part one (with bayani) right here! a third part is coming soon, featuring both bayani and victor when they realize they both are pining for you...

stalker! yandere boy that puts in more effort than superfan! yandere boy to catch your attention. bayani could never love you. he can barely even handle you looking at him, what makes you think he’s the right one for you? he’s just a lowly coward. victor is the one for you. he loves you so much. more than bayani.

stalker! yandere boy that doesn't care about your music. not one bit. because he loves you for you! who cares what your music sounds like? he doesn't care what genre it is, or if you even have a good voice or not. he'd be the best boyfriend for you because he treats you like an actual human, not just some singing machine. besides, he personally prefers metal. maybe he can listen to it with you when you get together! it sounds like a delightful date.

stalker! yandere boy that follows you around wherever you go. he tracks your travelling patterns, and visits whatever places you visit at the exact same time. whether you fly private, commercial, or even use a train or car. doesn't matter. he will follow you. where you go, he goes.

stalker! yandere boy that would go as far as to disguise himself as someone else in order to interact with you and gain your attention. you go eat at a restaurant? victor would kill a random waiter, steal their uniform, and take their place. you stay at a hotel? he's posing as room service and will steal your clothes and belongings tidy up your room! he'll even use the key to your room to walk in and watch you sleep at night. you just look so enchanting in your sleep, how can he resist? it's not wrong, he's just keeping you safe. he is the only one that can make sure you are happy and healthy. in victor's eyes, even the strongest bodyguard cannot keep you safe. you don't need anyone else. just him.

stalker! yandere boy that tries to catch your attention anytime he can. he needs you to notice him. he needs you to say something to him, talk to him, touch him, know him, acknowledge his existence. victor needs you to validate his existence in order to continue living. without you, what would he do? he cannot handle being away from you. he cannot handle being alone. don't leave him alone. don't leave him alone. don't leave him alone. he needs you.

stalker! yandere boy that gets jealous easily. you collab with another artist or you're seen holding hands with someone in public? he's spreading a fake rumor about whoever it is and ruining their life. you shouldn't be so stupid. why associate with someone else when you have him? why ditch him for someone else? he's right there. he can be better than them. who cares what they look or sound like? victor's so much better. he can show you how much better he is, if you give him a chance.

stalker! yandere boy that is so desperate for any kind of attention from you. it doesn't matter if it's positive or negative attention. he always plays it cool and acts all smug and calm when you notice him, but on the inside he is resisting the urge to grab you and run away from the world. all he wants is to have a peaceful, isolated life with you. away from the disgusting people in the world. you and victor can be happy together.

stalker! yandere boy that is incredibly clingy. you know you need him, right? he must be near you at all times. his presence keeps you alive and happy. you keep HIM happy. he needs you. you both need each other. if he can't see or feel your presence, he will go insane. that is why he travels anywhere you go. that is why he must go to each and every one of your concerts and meet-and-greets. you assumed he was just a big fan to be at every single event, but you just can't see that he loves you much more than just some fan.

stalker! yandere boy that just wants to be with you! let him be around you. let him completely obsess over you, touch you, love you, do whatever he wants to you. he won't hurt you! he just wants a little bit of freedom to say and do whatever he wants to you once you are together, so he can make sure you don't leave him. he will make you feel so good, so loved, so appreciated. nobody will ever love you more than he does.

but there may be someone that rivals his affections. a lowly, masochistic, scrawny pest that thinks he loves you more. victor will have to do something about it before your little superfan finally decides to man up and make a move on you.

[susiephone]

wtf is dracula daily?

i’ve seen a couple people ask this question on my posts about it, so i thought i’d go ahead and clear it up here!

ok so, the classic horror novel “dracula” is an epistolary novel - that means it’s told via letters, diary entries, ship logs, and news articles. (technically the term “epistolary novel” refers to works told solely through letters or emails, but many have expanded it to mean any work that is told via in-universe documents, hence why diaries and logs often get included as well. “frankenstein” is another classic example; the whole framing device is robert walton is recounting the story he heard from victor to his sister via letter. a modern example would be “several people are typing,” which is told via slack messages, or “the perks of being a wallflower,” which is told via letters from charlie to his anonymous pen pal, which is functionally more like you’re reading his diary.)

because of the nature of the narrative, we actually know the exact day nearly everything in dracula happens - the letters, news articles, diary entries, etc. are all dated.

“dracula daily” is a substack project where the novel is broken up into parts, with people who are subscribed to the project getting emails every day something in dracula happens - for example, the novel opens with jonathan harker’s journal entry on may 3, so on may 3, subscribers are emailed that entry. the action of dracula takes place from may 3 - november 6, plus an epilogue set some years later. the project started in 2021 (i think), but fucking BLEW UP in 2022, and they’re doing it again this year! lots of us are very excited - especially people like me who fell behind last time.

why not just read the book?

valid! due to some parts of dracula being told out of chronological order, dracula daily does reorder some things. for example, the first section of dracula is told entirely from jonathan harker’s pov, then the second section switches the pov to mina murray. their sections have some overlap in the timeline, so dracula daily jumps back and forth between their perspectives.

if you want to read the book as bram stoker intended, dracula daily may not be for you. but for a lot of people (myself included!), it breaks up a very long text into easily digestible chunks (....mostly. there is one entry that is 10k words), and the fact that it’s a big project means there are a lot of people reading along with you.

i think there’s also something valuable about experience the slow revelation of wtf is going on along with the characters. the book which you might otherwise get through in a few days is stretched out into months of suspense and agony as you wait for the other shoe to drop, and it’s great.

plus, the whiplash between “jonathan harker’s neverending horror” vs “lucy is basically on the bachelorette” that you get in dracula daily is very very funny.

how do i sign up?

right here! and if you sign up and fall behind in the emails, no worries - the dracula daily website posts past entries so you can catch up.

what if i prefer audiobooks?

have i got great news for you!

like i mentioned before, i couldn’t keep up with the emails last year. part of it is that it is much easier for me to focus on an audiobook or keep up with a podcast than it is for me to sit down and read, especially with longer entries.

this year, there is going to be a podcast titled “re: dracula” that was inspired by dracula daily. every episode will be a dracula daily entry, with a full voice cast! (seriously, if you listen to british podcasts, you will recognize some of these names. the magnus archives and wooden overcoats girlies are WINNING.) you can find that here.

there is also a podcast called “cryptic canticles” that has an already-completed audiodrama of dracula that i’m told is also extremely good, and was also broken up by date. you can find that here.

why do i keep hearing about paprika/the boyfriend squad/lizard fashion/cowboys?

you’ll see.

oh god am i gonna hear about this nerd shit for the rest of the year

yes. sorry.

[miyamoratsumuu]

001. DELULU DAYS = OVER

PUSH AND PULL masterlist 〣 mha masterlist

👉🏼 what's today's mood?

NOTES⭑.ᐟ

⤹ hitoshi and y/n share an apartment together! while ochako and izuku live in their own apartment right below theirs.

⤹ they all constantly "switch" rommates though, sometimes ochako and y/n would be in the apartment above while izuku and hitoshi will be rooming together below. they all still have a system for paying rent though, no worries

⤹ shoto wanted to live in their building too, but his father insisted that he lived in his own house to learn "independence". but he stays at either of his friends' apartments most days

⤹ hitoshi, ochako and y/n are huge neos fangirls, y/n's just a bit more on the expressive side. we are yet to see that side of ochako's!

⤹ "s" always sends y/n a good morning message. but if he oversleeps too much, a good afternoon text will be in order.

⤹ he and y/n share spotify playlists as well! it's another way of theirs to "get to know" each other more without seeing each other in person

PUSH AND PULL

➢ for a while now, she's had feelings for the online friend she met months ago through similar preferences in music. they get along well, and he seems to take interest in her too. until she caught the attention of her favorite band's drummer, katsuki bakugou. who would be the victor of her heart in the end?

➢ taglist: open!!

@kovu-bunnbunn @loveelylacey @ac333s @sepptember @iloveroblox48

@captainshindo @sweetadonisbutbetter @sukunasbottomlefteyeball @sourbbyxo @arivsx

@lixie-phoria @whenanafallsinlove

a/n: first chapter of push and pull!! not much to go with yet, but we'll know a lot more about the characters in future chapters! also, I have yet to give "s" more personality, I apologize 😭 though no worries, we'll get to know more about him soon!!

[shatcey]

Dark IF (William)

William Harrison

@.archiveikemen made a wonderful translation of the prologue to this event. I recommend reading it in advance so that there are no questions about how we got into this story.

@.kurishiri has compiled an amazing masterlist on this event. I'm doing summaries, so I'm not there. If you prefer to read the full translation, you have that option as well. Not necessarily for this story… This is the main reason why I'm making a summary to fill in the missing parts.

The main part of this event basically coincides with William's main story. I'm not even kidding. The same situations, the same words… At first I was pretty sad about it but… the endings are really good.

Of course, I finished both of them. I liked the bitter ending better. Perhaps, like certain someone (who say the exact opposite), I love drama too much.

After Victor send Kate to the twisted word with parting words "it's in you hands to find the happy ending..." Kate recalled...

Not creapy at all... all things considered...

As soon as Kate appears in the twisted world, she meets Cheshire cat Liam. Who introduced himself quite happily. Suddenly the bell rings. And Liam explained that this meant that someone had been beheaded on the orders of King of Hearts William. And this is a common occurrence in this world.

Kate seemed to ask too many questions about William, and Liam asked if she was interested in him. But no, she just needs to find what's missing. The lying Fox Harrison appeared. And Liam recommends him as an informant.

I'm not in a position to judge, but if someone was presented as a "liar"… why would you trust him? And even more so to buy information from him? Who knows what he's telling you. Well, we all know that we can trust Harry, but this is her first time meeting him. There's no way she could have known about it.

Kate had nothing to pay, so she decided to look for information on her own. Liam told her about William's abilities and advised her to be cautious around him.

She decided that it would be very stupid to meet William without preparation. This guy must be crazy (these are her thoughts, not mine). She resolutely went to the city and… found herself in front of his castle. It's really a destiny.

She looked at the strangely familiar castle (familiar to me, not to her), but decided that she shouldn't go there…

How did he manage to jump so high? Is he magical? Don't tell me it's Benjamin… Wait a minute… Jewel? Victor? Are you playing matchmaker again, you little... rabbit?

And, of course, there were no guards or servants in this castle, so no one stopped her, and she ended up in the dining room with William… There may have been servants there, but they've been turned into furniture or something. Oh, sorry… the wrong fairy tale…

How did he know her name? He… сan't read minds for real this time, can he?

…and we on his main route. Do fun stuff and became free from the morality and expectations of society. And, of course, Kate fell for him very hard. Nothing new.

A sudden thought…. Are we stuck on Groundhog Day by any chance?

She couldn't find what is missing so returned to Harrison. Harry asked her what she would give him for this information.

Harry replied with his canonical "that's not half bad" and told her about William.

It turns out that the people William executes have committed terrible crimes in the past, but cannot be judged by the law. So he chooses the path of destroying "evil with evil". Strangely familiar isn't? And since the bells were ringing at that time, many people were so scared of it that the number of crimes in this country decreased significantly.

And as a bonus, he added that there is Mad Hatter who is plotting something against William. He wants to dethrone William and take his place. Indeed, this guy is crazy.

Kate returns to the castle and asks William to explain himself. So he tells her about why he frees people. He said exactly the same as he said on his route. A selfish observer… something like that. And he asks her what she wants, and… she tell him. And in the morning she wakes up in his bed, remembering last night and blushing. Typical Kate.

But she noticed opened letter and read it…

And here we have two endings. The developers don't give any recommendations, but it seems to me that chronologically the bitter ending comes first. You'll understand what I mean.

Bitter ending

Kate remembered her conversation with Harry and decided that she needed to warn Will about Mad Hatter. But she searched the whole castle and couldn't find him. She thinks he's probably gone to the court, and she has a very bad feeling about it.

She ran out of the castle, just wondering for a moment where exactly the court was, and Liam ran up to her. Explaining that there was a commotion in the court, but he didn't see her and became worried. Kate asked him to show her which way the court was, which he did.

In court, the final verdict is announced by the judge

I'm so glad it's not Vivi. This guy is really crazy.

The guards pulled out their guns and pointed them at William. Wait a minute… Are you going to do it right here? There will be blood everywhere… Oh, you have red carpets, so there's nothing to worry about. Okay, continue.

At the last moment… Kate jumped out of nowhere and covered Will with her body. I really thought he was going to die this time… But that's impossible when Kate is around.

Right, we need Roger! Roger, where are you? Oh... right... the wrong fairy tale... again

He asks her why she did it, and she replies that she doesn't know, her body moved on its on. She loses consciousness due to blood loss and doesn't hear his words.

I have goosebumps. This is so…

She thinks that she still cannot leave, she has forgotten something… In the black void of nothingness, she finally remembered. Then she was a child and could do whatever she liked, she visited Wonderland and met the king of hearts. They spent several days together, and she did whatever she wanted, and if she was in danger, William protected her. But he said she had to come home. As parting words, he asked her to be honest about her wishes. She asked him what if she became the one who wouldn't do it?

Oh, so this is what she heard at the beginning?...

Kate opens her eyes and find herself in the library. There is no pain or blood on her. She's definitely returned back to the real world. She remembers everything. She promised to protect him when they met again, but she forgot about it. And because of that, she faced such a bad ending. She looks around and thinks that, despite the fact she return to the real world, this place seems bleak. Because her lover is not here…

She thinks that even if she finds herself in Wonderland again, the same ending may await her. But her heart is free, and it screams that she wants to see him again… And this time with determination to find her happy ending… she "jumps" into the book.

Victor and Harrison are in the theater-like place. Harry informs Victor that Kate will be coming back to them soon.

I'm not sure if Vivi said "you", he could say "we" or "me"… I didn't take a screenshot with JP's text.

So… this endless sad circle can only be broken with a happy ending. And for that, she just needs to find what is missing…

Premium ending

Kate read the letter and decided to warn William again, but this time he came up to her with a tray of tea.

Oh, can you make tea? Why am I even surprised, you're the same perfect self.

She asks him about a letter and what he plans to do. Of course he will come, because that's what he has to do to stay true to himself. She reply he could be killed… But he doesn't think that's a big deal. Kate clings to his jacket to keep him from leaving… And we're back to his route…

Kate begged him to cancel the order, not to leave her… But he only smiled and kissed her on the forehead. The door closed and Kate wondering why this William's kiss seemed so familiar to her. And she remembered memories from her childhood. When they parted, she promised to protect him the next time they met, he laughed and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

They must be magical…

So… Remembering everything, she was even more determined to help him, but that she could possibly do… Scream, girl, it always works if you need to attract attention.

But she didn't even have to do that, Liam came in. She's freed from Will's order and can run after him, and the same as it was at the Bitter ending, she asked Liam to show the way.

In court, the judge passes the same sentence, the guards point guns at Will, and Kate jumps in front of him again

Will laughs and asks her why she acted like it was the end. Kate suddenly realized that she didn't feel any pain. She looked at the place where she thought she had been shot.

As I thought… The watch is magical… It catches all the bullets.

Will looked around at the people in court, ordered them to "Not move" and called Harrison over. Harry showed up and explained that Mad Hatter was spreading false rumors about William, but in fact these were his crimes. And members of parliament take bribes to hide them. Criminals!

William said that if it was only Mad Hatter's sincere wish, he would have allowed himself to be killed. But Mad Hatter started destroying other people's lives, and he can't forgive him. So…

And again, it's good that they have red carpets… What am I saying?..

Several days later Kate and William are having a crazy tea party for two in the dining room. Kate asks if he knows what is missing. She hasn't returned home, so she still hasn't found it. He says if she wants to come home, he won't stop her. But she means exactly the opposite. If she had known what was missing, she would never have found it to stay with him forever.

So he has a theory, but...

This kind of won't help… I'll definitely forget what we talked about in an instant…

I didn't buy epilogue, but I probably will… if so, I will write about it later. If there's anything in it besides "hot stuff". And… if there's still a point in it. This event will most likely take place on the EN server in late November or early December.

My thoughts

I really like the way they combine everything together. The clock, the voice she heard, the feeling that she had forgotten something important… It's really amazing. At first, I was really upset that story was repeated. But the developers managed to create a new version based on the old one, and it's really amazing. After a slight change in the key points, everything looks completely different. Will's magic call was presence on the main route, but it was a subtle hint like her deep thoughts. This is the main key here. He called her, he lured her into this world. The first, the second time… maybe millions of times. And she continued to follow his call. It really feels like destiny.

I'm actually really curious… If William's story is so similar with his route, maybe other's stories as well? I haven't read Alfons's story, I was waiting for it to appear on the EN server, so I can't be sure.

I really like the idea of Victor as a god-like character, a kind of storyteller… who knows how the story should be like… and don't stop until it's exactly like that. Or… I have goosebumps… he is destiny itself.

And I'm really interested to know what the role of the Fox is in this world… Why does he remember everything, even if everyone's memories supposed to be reset?

In addition, I want to say that the part in the real world on the bitter ending is written so well that I was tempted to show you the whole scene. But I was stopped by the number of screenshots that I could put in one post. I really like it, it gives me goosebumps, no matter how many times I reread it. And yes, I cried… It's too good…

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[myusuchaa]

Elbert Greetia: Your Hand, My Lady?

⋇⊶⊰ Collection Event Story ⊱⊷⋇

This is a fan translation and may not be 100% accurate. I do not own anything. Cybird reserves the right to ownership for all in-game content.

cw: some light roleplay. stalking.

The person chosen to be my butler through the "Evil King Game" was Lord Elbert.

Elbert: Good morning, Ka-, Lady Kate. [1]

Kate: "Lady"?... Oh yes, today's the day you become my butler, isn't it Lord Elbert?

Elbert: Yes. I've never done this before though so... I do hope it'll go well.

Elbert: Since it's an order from the Evil King, I'll make sure to do my best.

Elbert: First of all, Ka- Lady, Kate.... what ar- ...what shall we do for your clothes?

Though Elbert was quite hesitant in using unfamiliar honorifics, eventually he helped me choose some clothes to wear.

Kate: Mm, this color is beautiful and the fabric is perfect for the weather today. I'll wear this one, thank you!

Elbert: After you put it on, I'll pick out some accessories that complement the dress.... -if I may do so.

Kate: Hehe, I'm looking forward to it.

Elbert: Very well, first let me take off your clothes.... please.

Kate: Huh..

Elbert: ......? As I am a butler... it is normal to help with your clothes.

(I don't think a real butler to a Lady would go through such lengths but...)

(....right. We're not actually a real butler and a noble lady, we are just pretending for today)

(I'll let Elbert do as he pleases today!)

Kate: Ah yes, please excuse me. Yes, today is the day Lord Elbert will be taking care of me.

Kate: I am in your care.

After that, Elbert paid careful attention to me throughout the day.

Sometimes, Alfons would see us and tease, "Wouldn't it be better if you did it this way?"

To which Elbert would reply ".......Al. Quiet."[2] and would shrug him off.

Otherwise, Elbert supported me with everything I did.

--cut to a later time--

Elbert: Kate.

Elbert: ....... My lady. Is there anything you would like to do today?

Kate: Hmm do something... how about we go for a stroll outside later on? The weather seems lovely today.

(Just walking shouldn't be too much of a burden on Elbert.)

Elbert: Outside......you say?

Elbert: If we go out while there is still daylight... it should be no problem.

That was an unusual suggestion for the gentle Elbert, who disliked stepping on people's shadows and would prefer to go out at night.

Nonetheless, Elbert and I visited a park bathed in warm sunlight.

The seasonal flowers were beautiful at full bloom, and a pleasant breeze blew around us.

(I'm so glad I suggested a walk on a day like toda-... ...huh?)

Elbert: *eyes closed* .........

Kate: .... Lord Elbert?

I thought I heard Elbert let out the smallest sigh, and it caught my attention.

Elbert: *blinking* Ah.... I do apologize. It is nothing.

(Could it be that he... is very tired?)

(It is true that he is doing loads of work tailored for a butler that he is not used to doing at all.)

Kate: Ohh!! Look Elbert, they're selling lemonade over there~! I'll go over and buy some!

Wanting to help relieve some of his fatigue, I stand up from my seat on the bench.

Suddenly, a strange man whom I had never seen before stood before me.

Man: Finally..... finally!!! You have come to see me!!

Kate: ..uhh?

I wondered for a second if he was talking to someone other than me, but I realized, as the only one around, he had his eyes on me.

Kate: Excuse me but, are you sure you don't have the wrong person?

Just as I finished asking that question out of confusion, Elbert stepped between the man and me.

Elbert: You... you're the man that Victor was talking about?

("the man that Victor talked about"?...)

Somehow, Elbert seemed to know this man.

Elbert: *irritated* I've been doing something out of the ordinary that has left me extremely tired, I don't have the energy to care about other people right now.

Elbert: If you promise to never appear before her again and to never get involved with her... I'll let you go home unharmed.

(What does he mean?!..)

However, the man ignored Elbert and his words as if he couldn't see him. He approached me.

Man: Did you read the letters I sent you every day? And I wonder what you thought of the presents??...

Kate: Letters.. and presents?

Elbert: ...Gifts for you were placed in front of the palace doors.

Elbert: ......Victor had always stopped it before any of them could reach you.

(Oh come to think of it... around one month ago...)

--flashback to Victor in the palace, one month prior--

Victor: Ahh Kate, you look quite cheerful!

Victor: Could it be, things are going well with Elbert?

Kate: Yes, thanks to you! We both have the day off tomorrow, so we're planning to go to a cake shop far out of town.

Kate: I'll get a souvenir for you.

Victor: Ah is that so? Would you really? Thank you! I'm looking forward to it!~

--end flashback--

(At the time, I thought that it was just small talk, but perhaps in actuality...)

(Maybe he was checking our relationship to decide what to do with the gifts from this strange man.)

Man: The moment I saw you walking around town, I fell in love with you!

Man: After that, I followed you everywhere... and I saw you enter the palace.

Man: So I decided to show you my love in various ways... I left lots of gifts in front of the palace.

Elbert: .......And somehow, mixed in with your 'gifts', were animal carcasses.

Man: Yes, yes that was because.... you didn't reply. And you were acting cold towards me, so I thought I'd make you understand.

Man: It's no good letting a female get too cocky. Surely, they need some type of punishment every now and then?

Elbert: .....I don't think so.

Elbert: I myself have hurt her badly in the past...

Elbert: .....But I don't think I'll justify it by saying it was necessary.

(Elbert...)

Man: .. I don't know what your relationship with her is, but I'm not interested in what you think.

Man: Now, let's go! *to Kate* You're comin' with me.

Pushing Elbert aside, the man reached out his hand to grab me. But before his fingertips could even touch me-

Elbert: Useless.

-- Elbert stepped on the man's shadow.

The man burst into tears instantly as he spoke heartfelt memories of a time when he had been rejected.

The man lamented, wondering why they wouldn't accept him, and called out a list of names:

All names belonged to missing women.

Elbert: *turning to Kate*...that man tried to enter palace grounds without permission a few days ago.

Elbert: Considering the strange disappearances linked to the man, there has been talk of providing you with a bodyguard for a while.

Kate: So then, the Evil King Game was created, and you were chosen as the "butler".

Apparently, the butler title was simply a cover, a game to allow a bodyguard without me realizing it.

(Victor had been rigging the lottery from the beginning...)

Kate: You wanted to go for a walk while the day was still light.... it was so that you could step more easily on his shadow?

Elbert: ... That's right.

Elbert: I could have told you about him, but...

Elbert: I didn't want to ruin your smile, so I kept quiet. I'm sorry.

Kate: No, no, don't be sorry! I'm the one... I'm sorry for making you do something you're not used to, Lord Elbert.

Kate: You must be very tired today...

When confronted by the man, Elbert said-

"I've been doing something out of the ordinary that has left me extremely tired, I don't have the energy to care about other people right now."

-in a cold voice.

(Ah.. I'm sorry for forcing you to do this.)

Elbert: Ah, yes.. I am tired.

(As I thought...)

Elbert: ...and I got too excited.

Kate: Excited?

Elbert: I got to be involved with every single aspect of you, and your daily life. From your clothing to your food.

Elbert: The feeling that you're entrusting your entire life to me... makes me happy beyond words.

Elbert: If anything I.. I'm tired from all the fun I had.

(Oh, so he was in high spirits today.)

(Now that he mentions that, it does seem like was in high spirits throughout the day. Or perhaps.. nervous?)

Kate: I see. I'm glad I got to see such a rare side of you then, Lord Elbert.

Elbert: I don't think I can act as your butler every single day but... I hope you make me yours again.

Kate: Yes! Definitely!

More than anything, I was happy, and I adored this greedy love that Elbert continues to shower me with, every day.

fin

a/n [1] In this story, Elbert often adds on to his sentences with honorifics or keigo (敬語) as an afterthought since he is not used to speaking that way, and instead is used to being the actual nobleman. I translated the hesitation or polite add-ons as best as I could!

a/n [2] In JP, he says 黙ってて, which is not the most polite and is more equivalent to "shut up/shhh/quiet down" when someone is being noisy. It's funny he uses that even on the day of butler-pretend hehe.

I lovedddd how elbie acts in this story. So chivalrous and strong and snappy. The story was a little more dark than what I was expecting (actually I was expecting spicy smut).

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[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

"i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know." for Victor

Destroy this boy with a flirty letter ;)

Picking up postman and squeezing him like a squeaky toy lol

Rated: Mature | Warning: none

Rarely does anyone send letters between each other, a few times a letter is sent from a hunter to a survivor but none send a letter among the same faction. Postman, Victor, apprentices you using the pen and paper to communicate with him. When you first met him, he would shy away from you, energetic as Luca, he barely could keep up. Then one day you started using your hands to make strange gestures.

“Helena taught me sign language so I can talk to you!” The joy on your face as you thought you created a bridge between him and yourself. You did but not the way you thought. Victor is mute, selectively mute, and he prefers the words on paper rather than verbal words.

The first letter you sent was mostly rambling about the day as you did not see that whole day due to matches and the occasional break to recuperate before once again going to a match.

The second letter asks him questions. Colors, food, a season, anything you could think of that is not invasive. Victor answers them while slipping in a few details you did not ask about him in order to seem more open. You matched it as you spoke about things before you came to the manor.

Then the letters between you both became a common way for you two to communicate until Victor, in his room with you, spoke softly. A small ‘thank you’ had you in tears of joy as he trusted you. Few can claim that— Literally three people outside of yourself.

And as the bond between you both grew so did feelings that started being expressed in the letters. His words are gentle, dancing around cautiously; while yours are to the point and announce your interest.

As someone from a time ahead of his, Victor felt it made things easier.

What is not easy is how you flirt so casually without shame or fear, people of your time move fast compared to his time.

The letter in his hand is held in a furious grip before closing it and facing it down; his face is red as he cannot move his eyes up to look at you across the dining table. Your foot rubs his calf, nearly making him jump.

A simple few words have his mind scrambling: I'm not wearing any underwear. Thought you should know. Love, (Name).

You smile at him, your fork playing with your food. Luca is beside you talking to Andrew and Aesop, all of them distracted while you are playing footsies under the table with Victor.

“Are you okay, V?” The nickname you gave him, “You feeling sick?” How can you see that while your foot is rubbing his crotch through his pants!? He should close his legs but… That look in your eyes is drawing him in.

“Your face looks flush,” Comments Andrew, “Maybe you should rest.” It makes sense given Victor has been in back-to-back duo matches recently. Those are a headache.

“Good idea!” Luca chimes in, “(Name), can you take him?”

“Of course.” Smiling as you get up from your seat, “You guys take care.” You place a small kiss on Lucas's cheek and Victor is standing up grateful for his uniform covering his lower half. The Postman waves goodbye before you tug him away out of the dining room.

Aesop watches the two leave before looking at Luca who is smiling too much, “You know something.”

“Maybe.” He does and completely changes the subject.

Victor pins you against his door with his hands on your shoulders, his eyes on you as his brows are knit together, “Are you really?” Low but you hear it.

“Yes, I'm not lying.”

The Postman should have known since you are wearing a skirt, yes, a skirt. You hate skirts! You complain about them especially when in a match. Yet, here you are in a long skirt in his room… Without underwear.

“Show me.” An edge to his sweet voice, his eyes and head tilting down.

You grin, “Okay.” Grabbing the middle of the skirt and lifting until you hear that gasp of surprise and cool air on your exposed lower regions. “Victor?”

He swallows loudly, “Can I?” His one hand off your shoulder, “May I?”

“Of course, this is for you.”

You might have underestimated Victor. You expected to be the one guiding and in control, dominant but gentle. No, Victor took over with his mouth on yours, a leg between your legs, and his hand that has your hands gripping the back of his uniform. His mouth never leaves yours, the sharp intake of air only when you both are dizzy, and you are the one making the most noise.

There are sweet whispers between kisses, those three words that have you begging him to touch you more.

Both of you barely get to the bed, fumbling a bit to strip, tripping and falling on one another but luckily on the bed.

[judesmoonbeauty]

The Viper & The Bird

Inspired by Jude's recent spotlight gacha. WC: 1,621 SFW, Dancing, Jude POV, Reader POV, Yearning, Angst, Open Ended Jude Jazza x Reader (Reader is referred to as princess once.) Pronouns: You, they, their Dividers: @/natimiles

Thin lips sealed over the end of an almost dead cigarette butt, long fingers grasped the rail of the stone balcony, and amethyst eyes listlessly gaze up at the face of the starry night sky. The fine fabric of his noble clothing felt uncomfortable, making his skin bristle as it rubbed against him. Even though they were necessary for the infiltration mission he was assigned, he hated the idea of even remotely resembling the nobility. His slicked back hair was applauded loudly by Victor, and even William and Elbert gave their approval saying that he “cleaned up” well, but what really made him grit his teeth in irritation was you. The way your eyes widened at his manicured appearance, it was clear that you preferred this version of him.

Instinctively, Jude reached up to ruffle his hair free from its’ polished restraints, but stopped just short of it when he reminded himself that he needed to at least maintain this prim appearance until he left the ball hosted by the noble he was investigating. Smoke loomed in the air and blended with the fragrant roses that climbed the mansion walls as if they were striving to reach for the moon themselves. The music from the orchestra sailed outside from the creaking of the balcony door that was being opened, letting the glowing light from the chandeliers leak out onto the cold shadowy stone.

“Tch. Thought I sent ya back to the castle early princess.”

He looked so distant, like a cold star’s light that was dying out, he was someone who would never let you into his heart willingly, but whatever it was that was rotting away inside of him, if you could ease it just a little, then the constant struggle you faced to gain his approval and to draw closer to him would be worth it. But that was just a presumptuous thought, wasn’t it?

“Jude.”

Strolling out to meet him under the silver veil of moonlight, you ignored the ache from the blisters that plagued your feet, and stood next to him. He looked handsome, dignified, and confident, at least at first glance, but deep down you knew how awkward he was feeling. Playing the role of a nobleman must sicken him, and the fact that he couldn’t lash out at you in his usual snarky way when he learned about your blisters, that must’ve stressed him out too. Jude confidently marches to his own tune, and fulfills any assignment given to him, but tonight was a struggle.

“The hell. Go back to the castle.”

He escorted you back to Crown’s carriage because you could barely walk without putting most of your weight on him, and if he let you stay by his side you’d risk hurting yourself even more. So, in order to avoid the nuisance of owing you a favor to make up for your injured feet, he sent you back. That’s all it was. That’s all it was going to be. You’re just a liability, and an idiot for exerting yourself all for the sake of trying to blend in with a bunch of uppity toffs who sat on their riches as they watched others in sink in suffering.

“I rested for a bit in the carriage, I’m fine now.” You lied because you didn’t want to leave him.

As the carriage started to take it’s leave, the emptiness of the large cabin sent an aching chill in your heart, like it was crying out for Jude’s warmth, and even though you knew it’s something he’d never share with you, you couldn’t help but have the carriage take you back to him. Leaving him behind and being left behind by him wasn’t something you wanted. Your heart clenched as you yearned for him. He was dangerous and cold, but he was also kind in his own way, just like tonight. He’d say it was because you were a liability, but really it was because he was protecting you, and it was that kindness that dripped into your system like venom, paralyzing you.

Reaching out to him you feather out his brushed back locks, his hair once again messy and free. There, that’s better. A small smile graced your lips as he glowered at you. That’s the Jude I know.

“Oi, whatta ya doin’?” he grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you to the front of his gaze. A summery flutter tickled your body as your eyes met each other. Silence followed as you searched for the right words to explain, but he let you go with an exasperated sigh, and reached to fix his hair. This time you grabbed his wrist, “Don’t!���

“Hah?”

He watched you slightly lick your lips with your pink tongue, as you choked up the words that were caught in your throat from just a moment ago. Seeing you struggle to answer him he thought, damn that’s cute. The beams of light shining from the heavens above touched your skin, making you glow like moon dust, a beauty that was trying to thrive in darkness.

“It’s better this way. I….prefer you being you, Jude….no matter where we are or what we’re doing.”

Predatory eyes narrowed on you, glowing with ferocity, as if contemplating how to strike it’s prey when you realized you were still holding onto his wrist. Dropping it abruptly, you apologized to him and took a step back. He tossed his now dead cigarette over the edge of the balcony, and grabbed you by the waist pulling your body tightly against his, his long fingers snaked lower and lower down your waistline; the sudden jolt forced you to clutch his firm chest, there was no escaping this vindictive man now.

“Ya came back. Why?”

“I didn’t…..want to go back home without…….” it was embarrassing to admit, but there was no was way you were getting away without answering him, but you still hesitated. Impatient to hear your reply, he tilts your chin up from your now downcast gaze, “Ain’t waitin’ all night.”

“I didn’t want to go back home without you……without dancing with you at least once.”

Like a pure white feather dropping onto the surface of a calm, black lake that was his heart, the pureness of your answer rippled waves inside of him. He thought you’d say something diligent about not wanting to abandon your duties as Fairytale Keeper, or wanting to do your best since you’re always squawking on and on about it. However, your innocent words punched the air from his lungs, and when his grip should’ve loosed on you, he constricted it even tighter, like a serpent locking you in place.

Your eyes reflected your desire to dance with him even though your cheeks betrayed your embarrassment with a sweet blush. The wind carried a rather dark, romantic melody from within the mansion up to the climbing roses, as if it was kissing them awake, only for them to gently weep their petals down upon you both. Like they were mourning the inevitable outcome of the sinister and the benevolent duo.

His face scowled at you, “That’s why ya pushed yourself to learn dancin’?!”

“Yes.” Your resolute answer pierced him.

His brow furrowed even more, just what were you thinking by harming yourself like that, for the sake of someone like him? Pressing against his chest you broke free from his grip, and the fact that he let you go so easily stung your chest and your pride, but stifling those feelings down with a solemn expression you except the pain. As I thought, my efforts were my own presumption. Deciding it’d be awkward and problematic if your feelings became entangled any further, you decided to take your leave.

“Well, goodnight.”

As Jude watched you walk away he thought that you were like a bird yearning to live with a viper, searching for a way be with someone other than their kind, only to end up dead in the end. Idiot. He didn’t want to let anything develop between you both, he didn’t want you to be stained by him, he didn’t want you to accept him or be poisoned by him, but if you were so willing to bleed for him, to search him out, accept him, and willingly give up your freedom of flight only to be kept in his coils, then maybe there is some merit in this stupidity -no - more like this craziness. It was mad that you both ever be together or mean something to the other. Tch, this’ll be a pain in the ass.

“Oi, ain’t goin’ no where are ya.”

A strong grip pulls you back, and twirls your body up to his as you breathlessly catch yourself again his arms.

“What are you doing?”

A villainous grin flashes on his face as he starts twirling you both across the balcony, matching the pace of the violin’s somber piece. Struggling to keep up with him due to his sudden attack he mockingly laughs at you and says,“Punishin’ ya.”

“Brazen ‘nough to wound yourself without my permission. Toldja didn’t I? I’d be punishin’ ya for it.”

Holding onto each other as you danced under the canopy of night, gliding in and out of silver and black shadows, you both wondered if descending into madness was so bad? The blurred area of where light and darkness meet, the aftermath of the collision, where would the both of you land at the end of the night? What was certain was this, something was set into motion that night, and neither the viper nor the bird would be able to turn back now.

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[pianokantzart]

The Super Mario Bros. Redux (Pt. 6)

What would happen if, in The Super Mario Bros. Movie, after Mario and Luigi are separated, Mario was the one who ended up in the clutches of Luigi’s eventual arch nemesis, while Luigi teamed up with some of his own close allies to go rescue him? (This part of the story is in one shot format. Most other parts are written in bullet points.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 ________

A short summary of the things Luigi had done in the past twenty four hours that he had never expected to do in his entire life:

Fall into an interdimensional wormhole. Fight a warrior princess in a crowded arena. Become a royally acclaimed ghost hunter. Enlist in an army assembled to ambush the territory ruled by The King of Ghosts in order to rescue hostages and bring balance to the afterlife. Adopt a dog.

... Though it was more accurate to say the dog adopted him. Normally Luigi had trouble with animals– he could never read their body language, and his clumsiness made for bad first impressions. The few animals he got along with in the past were old and quiet, wanting nothing more than a warm lap on which to lay their head. Polterpup was different; playful and energetic, mischievous yet patient. Luigi couldn’t help but wonder what was the reason behind the attachment– if he himself resembled an old master or friend from the dog’s past life before it became a ghost. It still wore a collar, though the little golden loop on the front had no tag. The collar was bright red, almost a perfect match to Mario’s favorite color. "Heh, you’re just as good at getting into trouble as Mario, too,” Luigi added with a somber smile, kneeling down to oblige the ghost dog’s less-than-subtle plea for belly rubs until it disappeared again, as was its habit. Polterpup tended to suddenly poof in and out of thin air with little warning, and though it seemed to be at random at first, Luigi began to realize the dog mostly came to him when he was feeling alone, which was more often than not as of late. Every new experience, every strange encounter, every unexpected victory made Luigi wish more and more that his brother was around to take part. Hardly a second passed without him wondering what he was doing at that moment, and if he was okay.

Unfortunately, his occupied mind made him a less-than-helpful assistant to E. Gadd. The professor had warned earlier that he had always preferred working alone. The result was a very low tolerance level for “tomfoolery,” as he described it, and it wasn’t long before Luigi’s shaky attempts to help attach upgrades to The Poltergust caused the scientist to lose his patience. One shoddy wire-soldering job later, Luigi found himself being forcibly pushed toward the exit by the surprisingly strong old man. “Go. Shoo. Distract yourself with something else.”

“Like what?” Luigi asked, digging his heels. “What do I do? Where do I go?”

“How about you see the princess?”

“Princess Daisy?”

Luigi lingered in the doorway. The professor adjusted his glasses, and pointed down one of the castle hallways. “Yep! She’s in the greenhouse. I’m sure she could use the company. You two seem to get along well enough.”

“We do?” Luigi placed his hand against his cheek, thinking over their last interactions. They had exchanged blows, but worked together in the end to defeat Boolossus. She had held his hand up as the victor, but she had also toyed with him in a way that made it clear that she knew how weak he truly was. He liked her, that much he knew, but that didn’t mean she wanted anything more to do with him, and furthermore she had a power and confidence to her that intimidated him beyond her status as the daughter of four kings. “I don’t know. I mean, we did make a pretty good team, but she’s royalty! I don’t know anything about how to approach royalty. Do I bow? Or–”

“You’ll be fine,” The Professor assured, only half paying attention as he returned to his work, burying himself back into the open hatch of a large machine.

In the end, Luigi did as he was told. The greenhouse was easy enough to find. As large as the Birabuto Palace was, its corridors were open and easy to navigate, and the guards were surprisingly helpful in giving directions despite their shaky first-encounters.

Finding the large doors to the greenhouse, marked by limestone imitations of crawling vines carved into the archway, Luigi gathered his determination and pushed them open. The first thing that struck him was a wall of glacial cold– a shocking surprise, and the opposite of what he expected from a greenhouse, but this discomfort was immediately undercut by the beauty of the surrounding foliage. The flowers, sparkling with a brilliant, incandescent blue, sprouted from planter boxes and large pots all around in blooms and buds. He thought for a moment that surely they were beautifully-crafted plastic or silicon, but pinching a large leaf between the fingers of his gloves he found they felt as real as any common dandelion. The second thing that struck him was the night sky, clearly visible through the glass walls and ceiling. He had never in his life seen so many stars, and for all his love of science and space he could not recognize a single constellation, which served as an unsettling, but ultimately breathtaking reminder of how far from home truly he was.

“Oh! Hey!”

Luigi jumped and let out a surprised squeak when Daisy emerged from behind a stack of pots to greet him. Her cheeks were tinted pink from the cold, and in her right arm she held a large sack of powdery-white fertilizer that she was distributing between the plants. She laughed at his reaction, but it carried no hint of condescension, just friendly amusement. “I was hoping I’d see you again before we invaded Evershade Valley!” she called, waving him over. “Luigi, was it?”

Luigi approached while holding his hat to his chest, shuddering a bit as the chill bit at the edges of his ears. “Yes, Your Highness.” Daisy once more laughed her friendly, good-natured laugh. “None of that. Just Daisy. No ‘Miss’ or ‘Ma’am’ either. If you’ve gotta be formal, call me Princess Daisy.” Luigi, feeling a little more at ease, put his hat back on his head. “Yes, Princess Daisy.” She gave a nod of approval, then went back to work fertilizing the long rows of plants. “So,” she asked, “What can I help you with, big guy?” “I, er…” Luigi suddenly realized he had failed to come up with a proper reason before arriving here. He couldn’t very well say the professor kicked him out of the lab for being inept, but before he could think of an excuse his attention was re-seized by the plants. Curiosity overcame him to the point that he forgot his worries, and he once more brushed his hand against the leaf of the nearest flower. “Are these where your ice powers came from? In The Battle Stadium?” “Of course! I’m pretty good with a powerup, huh?” Daisy said proudly, “Normally I favor the elephant fruit, but today I decided to switch things up.” “Elephant fruit? There’s other magical plants?” The princess stiffened. Luigi was worried for a moment that he had accidentally said something offensive, but she retained her genuine smile as she set the sack of fertilizer down and placed her hands on her hips. “Wow, you’re really not from around here, are you.” Before Luigi could answer, she walked up and wrapped a friendly arm around his shoulder. “Suppose I should’ve known. Humans aren’t native to this world. The professor is one of, like, two other humans I know. Do you know E. Gadd? Is he your uncle or something?” “I– uh, no. We just met yesterday.” “Let me guess: you're lost." "Well... yes..." "And he said he'd only get you home if you help him.” “What!?” “He’s the kind of guy to pull a stunt like that if he thinks it’s for the greater good.” Daisy explained, holding Luigi a bit closer in a show of sympathy. “You don’t have to do this, you know, you could go home anytime you like. I’ll vouch for you!” Despite the friendly intention behind these words, Luigi felt a lump form in his throat. He slipped out from under The Princess’ side-hug, and stared up at her with a troubled look. “Do you… want me to leave?” Daisy bristled. Her cheeks reddened as she shook her head and waved her hands in dismay. “No! No no no of course not! I think you’re great! It’s just…” She trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck.

Luigi, surprised by this rare show of nervousness, patiently waited with bated breath for her to gather her thoughts, and after a few seconds she continued, quieter than before. “It’s just that I keep thinking about what you said in the arena. You seemed like a guy who had a lot to lose. You weren’t in it for glory or the fun of the fight, you were just scared and… I don’t know… I felt bad for you. Still do.” At this, Luigi gained a slight smile, shyly burying his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels. “Heh, don’t worry. I gotta learn how to not be scared all the time, y'know?” It didn’t take long before he realized what he said– whose words he was echoing. The gravity of the situation quickly crashed back down on him, robbing him of that small moment of comfort. It was evident by the look on Daisy’s face that she had seen the change in his expression, so Luigi went ahead and explained his predicament before she could ask: “It’s my brother, Mario. We both fell through a warp pipe. I ended up in your kingdom but he ended up in Evershade Valley.”

Daisy cocked her head, the gears turning behind her eyes as everything she had witnessed about the plumber's manner up until now came together in her mind. “Oh. I see.”

“It was my fault. I fell into the warp pipe, and he jumped in after me, and– I… I can’t just leave him.” Luigi heard his own voice crack and felt tears beginning to form in his eyes. Despite this he kept going, the pent up emotions of the past twenty four hours running rampant, unable to be reigned in. “It’s not that I don’t trust anyone else to save him, but I gotta make sure he’s okay! We’ve never been apart this long… and I-... I miss him.” Tears began streaming freely, the cold air burning them into long lines down Luigi’s cheeks. He turned away, struggling to wipe his eyes with the back of his glove. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be.”

Luigi saw a glimmer of white fabric in the corner of his vision. Turning, he saw the princess holding a flower-embroidered handkerchief out to him. He accepted, and dried his eyes. He tried to hand it back, but she was already returning to the flowers, plucking up a set of pruning shears as she went. “I’ve never known a good fighter that didn’t have big emotions brewing under the surface,” she assured. “But don’t you worry, after the way we saved my dads, saving you brother should be no sweat!...” Luigi, hearing a light snip of closing shears, saw Princess Daisy remove one of the ice flowers at its base between where the leaves connected to the soil. Despite being cut off from its roots the plant remained as lively as ever. It almost looked to be dancing happily in her hands as she delivered it back to Luigi.

“...and when you do save him, give him this.” She said, holding out the offering. “If Mario’s anything like you, he’s not going to want to be defenseless, and ice magic is the one of the few things that can combat boos besides your Poltergust.” Luigi smiled. He reached out and took the flower into his hands. He was surprised to find it wasn’t particularly chilly to the touch– clearly the coldness of the room was for the sake of cultivating the plants, not the effect of the flowers themselves. “You seem to really know a lot.” He mused aloud, pressing the gift to his chest. “But… you said humans aren’t native to this world. Where did you come from, then?” He stopped suddenly, realizing the personal nature of what he asked. He searched Daisy’s face for some sign of disapproval, but was relieved to see her smiling just as brightly as before. “Ha! I wish I had an answer to your question!” She laughed, “Dragonzamasu says I hatched from an orange egg that appeared suddenly in a field of flowers. Biokinton says he found me curled up in a bassinet hitched to a shooting star. Hiyoihoi says he found me locked in a gemstone at the center of the oldest mountain in Sarasaland. But I’m more inclined to buy Totomesu’s story.”

“What’s Totomesu’s story?” Daisy’s smile wavered. Luigi wondered once again if he misstepped, but this time easily brushed the thought aside, trusting by now that the princess would let him know if he had done something wrong. She turned away, staring up at the stars through the glass wall of the greenhouse, and Luigi placed himself at the her side, watching the stars in tandem until Daisy finally broke the silence and answered his question: “He found me at the mouth of a warp pipe, barely old enough to crawl and completely terrified. Sometimes I think I still remember that day… as much as I prefer to believe that I hatched from an egg.”

There was such an odd sadness to her voice that Luigi felt an impulse to reach out and reassuringly take her hand, though he had enough common sense to refrain from such an intimate gesture. All the same, he wanted to say something comforting. “I don’t mind that you didn’t hatch from an egg.” He heard himself blurt out.

Daisy shot him a confused look, and Luigi nervously scrambled to explain himself. “What I mean is… hey, you were a baby, y’know? Ain’t nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re already so cool, you can’t be cool every moment of your life, and most babies aren’t cool! And… uh…” Daisy started to laugh. Luigi turned red, but felt a little better now that she was smiling again, even more so when he felt the princess affectionately nudging his shoulder. “Haha! I get it big guy, I get what you're saying!”

Luigi laughed too, in spite of himself.

“Speaking of ‘cool,’” Daisy went on, “I'm freezing!” She rubbed at her arms in a display of discomfort. Luigi, too, was suddenly reminded of just how cold he was. By now the low temperature had seeped all the way through his clothes and skin, triggering a powerful shiver that ran through his core, which was soon soothed as the princess wrapped an arm around him, and pressed him close. “Tell me, Luigi, do you have hot chocolate in your world?”

“I love hot chocolate!”

“Perfect!” With her arm still tightly wrapped around the plumber, Daisy eagerly led him to the egress of the greenhouse. “Let’s get us some good old-fashioned creature comforts before we fight some ghosts!”

"Heh. Yeah. Let's-a-go!" Luigi said, forcing enthusiasm, thankful that he had the cold as an excuse for his uncontrollable shivering.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Hi! Can I please have Zsasz from Gotham with a reader who is like his partner in crime and kills with him and stuff? Thanks

‘IN BLOOM,

-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; you just might be his favorite girl.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor x female reader. wrote hcs! readers a bad bitch. victor and reader being partners in crime. victor becoming obsessive after like, 5 seconds. Might write a part two to this ahh

♫ “And he likes to sing along / And he likes to shoot his gun” In Bloom by Nirvana

⋆ Oh, he didn't know it was possible to be so head-over-heels. Victor is self-aware to a fault, he knows when he's being a bit of a creep. And with you? It's as if all his deepest sadistic urges are brought to a front. And he gets drunk on it.

⋆ He has a cold heart, naturally. Not a fan of getting attached to people, especially those who may become a future target. And god knows he doesn't like competition, either. Which is why discovering you was a revelation; that he could for one even like someone so close in his ball game.

⋆ There had been plenty of whispers about you in the streets of gotham. He didn't care much. The only thing he should care about was who Falcone ordered him to kill next.

⋆ But, alas, when he heard the growing commotion about "Y/N, gothams most dangerous hitman," he got a bit...irked.

⋆ What the hell? Isn't he gothams most dangerous hitman?

⋆ Victor takes great pride in his work, and in his title. He knows he has exceptional talent and even greater work ethic. So why is this woman threatening him?!?

⋆ So, he decided to pay you a little visit.

⋆ For gothams newest most dangerous hitman, you certainly have a way of making things easy.

⋆ He found your apartment in no time, gladly making the place his own. It was surprisingly ordinary, pictures of you and friends littering the wall. It was your collection of guns that made him stop in his tracks. He analyzed the wall with great fascination, silently gazing at an assault rifle. His gloved hands danced over the barrel, making it his own. He let out a low wolf whistle as he peered down it's scope.

⋆ "It's an AR-70." A voice pulled him out of his thoughts. It was the first time someone had managed to sneak up on him, not the other way around.

⋆ It took every fiber of his body to remain stoic.

⋆ He turned to face you, the owner of the weapon. Victor glanced at the gun being referred to and nodded his head slowly, still looking at your face. His confidence returned to him easily.

⋆ "Hot-damn. Some top-notch stuff you got here." His voice was slow, and his gaze returned to the wall. He dragged his finger along some of the firearms hung up, before turning to you once more.

⋆ "Should really make yourself harder to find if you're going to be in the business. It's unprofessional, you know?" He cocked his head and gave you a fake grimace. You just smiled.

⋆ "And what does Victor Zsasz want with me? You on your bosses orders?

⋆ "Nah." He responds, casual. "I only wanted to meet you in person, just to know who you are. Check you out. Don't worry about it, you're not on my list," He clicked his tongue. "yet." He finishes, as he toys with the gun from the rack, checking its quality.

⋆ "You like the rifle?" You study him, head to toe. His trigger finger expertly dancing along the weapon.

⋆ Without turning his head, he answers you. "I do, but I prefer my handguns." You hear the click of him checking to see if the gun is loaded.

⋆ You hum. "To each there own. You want it?"

⋆ This takes him by surprise, and he finally tears his gaze away. You've piqued his interest even more now.

⋆ "...For real?" He narrows his eyes on you. "...You're just gonna, what, let me keep it?"

⋆ "Why not? I got plenty." You nod towards the wall, biting your lip. His eyes glance at your mouth.

⋆ You catch him off guard. He actually seems amused by you. Maybe it's your attitude that's rubbing off on him. A few moments pass then he shrugs. You can't read his expression but his body language speaks volumes.

⋆ "...Yeah, I'll take it."

⋆ "Ah ah ah..." You whisper, taking a step closer. He still clutches the gun in his hand while he feels your own rub over his leather-clad arms. He keeps eye contact with you, mouth slightly agape. "On one condition." You continue.

⋆ He perks up and looks at you curiously. His eyebrows raise, ready to hear you out.

⋆ "Invite me to your next hit. We can double team it, or something. I dunno," You pause, looking up at him. "Would be an honor to kill with you, Victor Zsasz." You whisper into his ear, only moving back when you're done.

⋆ Your proposal actually made him laugh. You see him crack a smile as he looks away from you for a second. Look at you, he thinks. Coming by, kissing the ring. He can admire the respect.

⋆ "Quite the character, aren't you?" He pauses, "I've got a job to do tomorrow, wanna tag-along? It's gonna be an easy one, I won't go too hard on you."

⋆ You both feel the corners of your mouth twitch at this, in anticipation. This is where the seeds of obsession first blossom for him. Oh, he likes you.

⋆ When he finally leaves, he feels like a kid in a candy store. New rifle in hand, and your phone number elegantly typed into his own. He forgets all about his previous misgivings with you.

⋆ You on the other hand are left smiling, for a sociopathic sadist, he is real fucking cute.

⋆ The closest way into a mans heart is with a gun. You chuckle.

[littlesparklight]

The weirdest thing about stories that demonize Perseus is that most of that I’ve read for some reason absolve Athena of the blame even claiming that Athena was helping Medusa even though in the Ovid version which most of them take inspiration from make it clear that it’s was a punishment, like it or not Athena was no way helping Medusa in Ovid

She is not, no.

And like, even if she was helping Medusa - how are you going to deal with her also helping Perseus? Twist that into her being ordered ~against her will~ by Zeus to do so? The fact is that Hermes and Athena help Perseus completely unprompted.

Sure, you could assume a background of Zeus wishing his son be given aid and thus telling them, and/or Hermes and Athena jumping in to do so unprompted because they know Zeus wouldn't want Perseus dead, but. There is no such divine maneuvering behind the scenes as part of Perseus' myth.

The only divine "interference" is the aid these two give. He is not ordered by an oracle, and neither is Polydectes ordered through some sort of oracle (given then, from the will of Apollo and thus Zeus) to send Perseus against Medusa.

Perseus is sent against Medusa after an unthinking claim that Polydectes immediately seizes on and forces Perseus to honour - to kill him, so he can forcibly marry his mother.

I just---

I don't know.

Even if one prefers Ovid's version, having Medusa come out the victor between her and Perseus as some sort of whoo, revenge for a rape victim, who is being punished here?

Perseus didn't rape her. Perseus is only there by force, to protect his mother. Killing Perseus accomplishes only this; a dead older teenager and his mother now consigned to sexual assault for the rest of her life. Much win for rape victims, most assuredly. /s

"Subverting" Medusa's death by killing Perseus leaves Medusa's actual rapist still at large, in great health and completely untroubled. It also leaves the one who (unjustly) punished Medusa for being assaulted in a temple and unwillingly committing sacrilege at large, in great health and also, presumably, completely untroubled.

Killing Perseus or making him the villain for your subversion or to give sexual assault victims something back results in only one thing (aside from Perseus and Andromeda dead): Danae in forced wedlock to Polydectes, sexually assaulted.

Great.

[turbulentscrawl]

If I may ask, may you do general headcanons for emil, if not then just ignore this💜

Suuuuure can!

!Edited on 01/26/24 to add a few more small HCs!

Warning: Mentions of abuse (a lot)

-Emil’s health situation is as complicated as it is depressing. He suffers from chronic pain that’s a result of the years of abuse he’s endured—both in the dog fighting ring and in the asylum. Ironically, he’s got some of the highest pain tolerance out of all the survivors, but it’s difficult to tell when he’s I the middle of his worst days. (This pain tolerance is all psychological, however. A little something he developed as a defense mechanism.)

-Pain medicine does little for him now. He was on such high doses of opioids while in the middle of his shock and bloodletting treatments that they don’t help much anymore while also having dealt him some lasting issues like low blood pressure and brittle bones. This bone weakness, his parkour movements, and lowered sensitivity to pain mean he tends to suffer more severe injuries in matches than most.

-Emil’s communication skills have improved over the last few years, but he still struggles with writing and social cues. He’s used to the body language of dogs and angry men, so things like confident shoulders and direct eye contact make him nervous. If those behaviors are displayed towards Ada or another special person, he may become aggressive.

-In addition to his communication struggles, Emil’s emotions are also rather stunted; he often has disproportionate reactions to events and stimulus around himself. (He especially tends to under-react.) It’s very rare for Emil to cry or become genuinely angered. He spends most of his time with that pitiful, placating, resting smile and just letting the world whirl around him.

-Emil’s attachment to Ada mostly comes down to hers being the first truly kind hand he’s ever been offered. Despite any dubious motives, Ada does genuinely care about helping people, and at the time of meeting Emil she had not been a practicing physician long enough to be come jaded or careless. Other doctors did not spare Emil any sympathy because he was quiet and obedient, but Ada still gave him those. Her being in trouble is one of the few times this emotional reactions will be high—he’s terrified of losing his only source of comfort, and will become desperate and violent in order to keep her safe.

-Emil likes “being in a daze” because when he’s drugged up his constant pain is muffled. But he’s also less aware in general, and he’s so desperate for affection that he’s willing to forego the relief to be alert around Ada, or anyone else who dotes on him. Also similar to a dog, he’s fiercely loyal to Ada because she takes care of him. It’s not impossible for him to become attached to others too, but it will take time and repeat exposure to get over his protective urges. He’s more likely to get along with children and people Ada specifically introduces him to.

-Emil doesn’t have much preference in regards to food; he’s used to eating slop, scraps, and dog kibble. He does, however, like cakes because Ada always gave those to him as a “treat.” They represent another form of praise and affection to him. He prefers to eat with his hands than utensils—it hurts to try gripping those tiny things.

-Emil is afraid of dogs, and this unfortunately includes Wick. He and Victor don’t get along well because of how much the pup means to the Postman. He does seem to have some fondness for Ann’s cat, though.

-Most love languages work well for Emil, but Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation are his favorites to receive. (He rarely knows what to do with the gifts he’s given, however.) To give, he likes Acts of Service and Gift Giving. Emil loves to be touched gently, for any reason. Pet his hair, rub his back, massage his hands, he doesn’t care as long as you’re doing it with the intention of being loving and gentle. He even easily forgives missteps that aggravate his pre-existing pain. Uneducated as he is, Emil still knows what remorse looks like. The gifts he gives are rarely valuable in a monetary way, but he likes to share pretty things with the people he loves. A wire ring, a nice rock he found, the undamaged wings of a dead butterfly, you get the idea.

-Sexual abuse was among the abundance of mistreatment he suffered growing up. If and when Emil does engage in those sorts of activities, they require patience and a lot of communication to avoid triggering him. Ironically, he does better with those things when he’s NOT being regularly treated by Ada because the memories are buried too deep to crop up.

-Emil is somewhere between the ages of 25 and 28. As an adult, he grows facial hair, but he's not able to shave himself due to both a nervousness about knives and unsteady hands. Ada does it for him about once a week, and it's a time-consuming activity due to Emil needing regular reassurances.

-Another trait he's picked up from his canine company is "licking his wounds." And other people's if he cares about them enough. You've cut your finger? In his mouth it goes. Saliva does tend to promote healing to an extent, so most people let his behavior be.

[chronicmisfit]

hi, I would like to order a slice of angel’s food cake and a vanilla latte with whipped cream.

I got'chu anon. Went with head canons for when they take you on a date, and added a drabble for each of them.

Order: Romantic Wonderland Curse Boys with Fluff

The day before William’s date with Kate, he takes her out to buy a dress

Kate wears that dress on the date

And discovers that William has a matching suit

William definitely enjoys the ensuing fluster expressions Kate shows him

He takes her out to a VERY Fancy restaurant

Even in the dress he bought her, Kate still feels out of place

William being there makes up for the nerves she feels though

William smiles, choosing to watch Kate eat the meal she ordered in favor of eating his own meal.

After a moment, she looks up and swallows before asking, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Hm…? Am I not allowed to watch my lovely Robin enjoy herself?” William responds smoothly.

Kate blushes, “That’s not what I said. You need to eat too, you know.”

“Haha, and I will. You know I love seeing you experience new things.” William reaches forward and brushes a strand of hair out of Kate’s face.

“Yes, I know. I love you so much, William.” Kate places her hand on his, keeping it near her.

He places the hand on her cheek, “I love you too, my Robin.”

A festival was happening in London

And Liam had the spontaneous idea to take Kate

Liam didn’t even tell Kate where they were going

Once they get there, Liam smiles as Kate’s eyes light up

They try everything they have the time to try, no matter how odd it is

If Kate shows interest in something, it sparks Liam’s curiosity too

“Oh look, Liam! That game has a prize!” Kate points over to a game where you try to guess which cup has a ball beneath it after the man moves the cups really fast. The prize is a large plush cat.

Liam follows Kate’s gaze, and he asks, “Do you want it?”

Kate nods, and they start to head over. Just before they get there, someone warns them, “That game is rigged, so be careful.”

Liam thanks them for the warning, then asks Kate to go try it herself while he does something.

While trying and failing to win the prize, Kate suddenly sees the ball floating up to the game master’s pocket, then it slips in.

Did Liam just use his power to show her the answer? The ball must have fallen through a hole to make it so that none of the cups have the ball in it.

“It’s in your pocket.” Kate says confidently.

The game master furrows his brow in confusion and reaches into his pocket, his eyes widen as he pulls out the ball, “How-?”

“Yay! I win the prize!” Kate cheers.

Unfortunately, the man has to give up the plush he never intended for anyone to win, Kate meets up with Liam as soon as she walks away from the game.

“You’re a very sneaky Kitty.” Kate giggles.

Liam smiles, “I was just curious about how the game was rigged, that’s all. And you got the plush you wanted too~.”

“It reminds me of you.” Kate and Liam both smiles as she says that.

Harrison is more of a stay in kind of person

But every once in a while it’s still nice to go out

Harrison always wants to go to bookstores and places like that

And Kate prefers going to restaurants and more social places

They usually end up going to Kate’s choice and then going to the bookstore after

Sometimes Kate will see flyers about events and Harrison will decide to take her there right then

This time, Kate found a brand new chocolate shop that opened and begged for Harry to take her there. Harrison happily agrees to go with her, even after Victor overheard and asked them to bring some home for everyone else.

They ended up trying every chocolate the shop sells, and Harry started sneaking chocolates out of what Kate had boxed for the other members of Crown.

“Harry!” Kate chuckles, she expected this from her sweet-tooth boyfriend, “That’s not for you!”

“I can’t help it.” Harrison pecks Kate’s lips, she can taste the chocolate he’s been eating, “Maybe we just need to buy more so that there’s plenty for me.”

“Your kisses taste like chocolate…” Kate tells him.

Harry raises his eyebrow, then kisses her again, “Do they?”

“Yes… But maybe you should kiss me again just so I can be sure.” Kate whispers.

“As you wish.” Harrison doesn’t stop at one more.

Masterlist

[an-aroaces-harem]

Ellis Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: I just deepl and google translated my way through this because I wanted to know what’s going on, so there are definitely mistakes but I believe I managed the general gist of the story. Anyway, it’s just a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes. Ikemen Villains belongs to Cybird.

Another note: I know Ikemen Villains is set in victorian London, but I will use the japanese suffixes because I prefer them.

Ellis: Guard?

At the breakfast table, Victor was told of my unexpected first job as a ‘fairytale writer’.

Victor: Yes! Jude and Ellis protect Kate, so that our secret is safe.

Victor: Kate was able to observe and record Ellis and Jude up close …

Victor: She can also fulfill her duties as a ‘fairytale writer’, killing two birds with one stone!

Ellis: If it’s okay with Kate-san, it’s okay with me.

Ellis: I don’t know if something like yesterday will happen again, so … I want to stay close to Kate-san.

Victor smiles at Ellis-kun’s response and then looks to Jude-san.

Victor: Of course, Jude will take responsibility, right? You hate making loans, don’t you?

Jude: Tch …

(Although I think I’d feel safer if I stayed close to Ellis-kun …)

I was mistakenly identified as ‘Jude Jazza’s woman’, and my life was threatened just because I was with Ellis-kun …

I can’t help but be wary of Jude.

Jude: Don’t cry when you get scared, princess.

(I’m scared … but Victor made a good suggestion, so I can’t be timid here.)

Kate: Don’t worry, I’m surprisingly resilient!

Jude: … Hah!

Jude-san snickered at my best smile and looked down at the newspaper.

Ellis: Then, it’s decided.

Kate: Yes, thank you very much.

When I smiled at Ellis-kun, he smiled back softly, unlike Jude-san.

Ellis: Speaking of which, you can speak in a more informal manner.

Kate: Eh …

Ellis: A “yeah, thank you” would be nice.

Kate: U-um, yeah … thank you.

Ellis: Hmm, that’s nice.

The air of warmth that Ellis-kun exudes is soothing and relaxing …

Victor: Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s get right to the task at hand.

Victor’s words made my spine straighten.

(This is my first real job as a ‘fairytale writer’.)

I brace myself, thinking that the first step is the most important thing in order to earn people’s trust.

Victor: I actually want you to gather some information.

Victor: We’ve been talking about kidnappings all over London.

Kate: Is this … a kidnapping case?

The disturbing words brought back the nervousness that was etched into my skin when I first met the members of ‘Crown’.

Victor: Yes. The ages vary. From toddlers to teenagers, and, of course, adults.

Victor: The common denominator is that most of the adults are prostitutes and street performers.

Victor: The songstresses who were once popular at bars have disappeared … but there are many people who don’t have a fixed address.

Jude: The victims are not very nice people, and since they don’t have a permanent address, they can’t be reported missing.

Jude: And, as usual, the police refuses to act.

Sadly, as Jude-san says, those who work in the entertainment district are looked down upon.

Behind the salubrious world, they are treated as if they are being swept away.

Victor: So here’s the thing …

Victor: Did you know that there’s an art fair in London right now that attracts performers?

Kate: Yes. It’s not as busy as the social season, but it’s pretty lively.

Victor: I want Jude and Ellis to go out there and gather information.

Victor: They’re rootless, but they’re more connected horizontally than you’d think.

Jude: Why do I have to go, too? Such a pointless mission.

Victor: I’m wondering if it might have something to do with the human traffickers that you just took down in private.

Victor: You’re on board, right? And … I heard today is your first vacation in a while.

It was information that Victor couldn’t have known unless someone had told him …

Jude-san cursed right next to him.

Jude: … Ellis.

Ellis: He asked me, so I answered honestly. Sorry.

(Maybe the power balance between these two is more equal than you think …)

Victor: So, have a good day!

Victor’s cheerful voice sent us off on our way to our mission.

(It’s even more crowded this time …!)

Appetizing aromas waft from the gorgeous stalls lined up at the art fair venue.

It’s not just the food that makes people happy.

There were people painting on the streets and others performing on large stages set up on street corners.

Walking along the street, one can almost smell the lively and joyful atmosphere.

(I’m totally excited and need to focus on the task at hand.)

(Yes, let’s listen to them now.)

Kate: Ellis-kun, Jude-san, can you tell me about your curses?

Ellis: I don’t remember if we’ve talked about that yet.

Ellis: I’m cursed with the curse of ‘thorns’ and Jude is the ‘13th Fairy’.

Ellis: It’s the curse that became the motif of ‘Sleeping Beauty’.

(The curse of thorns and the curse of the 13th Fairy …)

The 13th Fairy is a villain who resents not being invited to the princess’ birthday and tries to kill her with a curse.

(I can kind of understand why the fairy is guilty, but …)

(What is the sin of ‘thorns’?)

As I was thinking about it, Jude-san stopped and looked back at me, unamused.

Jude: We three don’t have to get along with each other. You go gather information on your own.

Ellis: But, what about guarding Kate-san?

Jude: You alone are enough.

After saying this, he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Kate: … Does he hate me, even if he doesn’t have to?

Ellis: He’s like that to everyone, so maybe he doesn’t hate you.

Ellis: Maybe so Kate-san won’t be in danger if she’s seen with him again.

(Hmm, that’s not going to happen …?)

I swallow the words that are about to come out of my throat.

Kate: … If that’s the case, he’s a pretty kind person, right?

Ellis: I don’t think he’s nice. He loves to make people he doesn’t like suffer and hear them scream.

Kate: …

(I’m afraid I can imagine it …)

He is the complete opposite of Ellis-kun, who spreads kindness to everyone he meets.

As if to prove this point, after we left Jude-san, he was approached by people from all over the place.

Red-faced man: Oh, you! Thanks for taking care of me the other day!

Ellis: You’re welcome. Don’t drink too much today.

Kate: This person is …?

Ellis: He was drunk on the street, so I carried him home on my back. I don’t know his name.

Kate: Oh!

(Did you bring a stranger home and even take care of him?)

And that’s not all that’s surprising …

Furniture Craftsman: Ellis introduced me to people that helped me get my business off the ground! I’m so glad he did!

Student with glasses: Good to see you again! I’d like to thank you for helping me repair my bicycle, and I’d like to get your contact information …

Cat: Meow.

Ellis: You’re welcome.

(Even the cat thanks you …!?)

(I can’t believe so many people thanked him in passing …)

It just goes to show how many good deeds Ellis-kun usually does.

Kate: You know more people than me, who works as a postwoman …!

Ellis: I don’t know. I think it’s normal.

Seeing them smiling at him, Ellis-kun also smiled happily.

(I’m sure things like what you did for me yesterday are really ordinary things for you, Ellis-kun.)

When he sees someone in need, he extends a helping hand to anyone.

A person who sprinkles happiness.

These words came to mind as I watched Ellis-kun happily chatting with the people of the town.

(I wonder if there’s any ‘sin’ I should write about such a person …)

(Or rather …)

(Why does such a kind person work for an assassination organization or in the company of someone like Jude-san?)

Even though I have witnessed so much of his kindness … the doubts that suddenly come to mind make my heart flutter.

Ellis: Kate-san, Kate-san.

Kate: … Oh, I’m sorry! I was thinking.

Before I knew it, Ellis-kun was tilting his head and peering into my face from nearby …

Ellis: You’re thinking about me?

Kate: … Eh!?

Like two lovers looking into each other’s eyes, my heart pounds as he stares at me, so close that we’re almost touching each other.

(Ellis-kun doesn’t seem to be aware of it, but … the distance between us seems to be very close.)

The same was true when he visited me in my room the morning after they took me to Crown Castle.

This is the second time I’ve been this close to his twilight eyes, and I look away as I feel a warmth radiating through me.

Ellis: Oh, I guessed correctly.

Kate: How do you know?

Ellis: Hmm … somehow?

Ellis smiles and hands me a mug with steam rising from it.

Ellis: While Kate-san was thinking about me, I got a milk tea from the store there.

Ellis: Thank you for helping me with the delivery the other day.

(… Ellis-kun, I’m afraid …)

Ellis-kun pushes away his curly hair and takes a sip of his milk tea with a sigh.

Ellis: If you have any questions, just ask.

Kate: … Yes.

Ellis: “Yeah”, right?

Kate: … Ellis-kun, why are you a member of Crown?

Ellis: Is it because Victor recruited Jude and Jude said yes?

(Does that mean that since Jude-san is a member, Ellis-kun is a member as well …?)

Kate: Why are you with Jude-san?

Ellis: You’re full of questions.

Ellis-kun smiles and wraps his hands around the mug.

Ellis: Before I met Jude, I was living from place to place.

Ellis: I happened to meet Jude when I came to London.

Ellis: A lot of things happened, and I made a promise.

Kate: Promise …?

Ellis: In exchange for working for him, Jude will do me a favor.

Ellis: So … until then, we’re in this together.

The feeling that something might happen when I listen to him makes my heart beat wildly.

Kate: What did you ask for, Ellis-kun …?

Ellis: It’s …

Performer with flashy hat: What!?

(Eh …!?)

I was surprised by the loud voice, and when I turned my head, it seemed that right behind me was the back of a special stage.

The performer was scratching his head in confusion.

Performer with flashy hat: Can’t you two come? … Oh god …!

(He probably means two other performers …)

Kate: Ellis-kun.

Ellis: … Hm.

… “The common denominator is that most of the adults are prostitutes and street performers.”

We exchanged glances and stepped toward the distressed-looking performer.

Kate: Um, excuse me.

Performer with flashy hat: Hmm? Yeah, I’m sorry, but I have to be onstage in 10 minutes!

Ellis: You just said two people couldn’t come …

Performer with flashy hat: The I was supposed to perform with have been out of touch.

Performer with flashy hat: How many people and days does this take … It’s been a bit strange lately.

(No communication and more than one person …)

(If we could talk to this person, we might learn something.)

Ellis: I’d love to hear more about it, if you don’t mind.

Performer with flashy hat: I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for this right now! I have to think quickly about what performance I can do on my own.

After waving us away … he stared at us again, as if a thought had just occurred to him.

Performer with flashy hat: Unless you guys are willing to help me stage it.

Performer with flashy hat: Haha! What a surprise. No matter how much we’re in need of manpower, we can’t just bring in a bunch of amateurs.

He shook his head as if to say it was a momentary distraction, and Ellis closed the distance between them lightly.

Ellis: Cooperation? What do I have to do?

Performer with flashy hat: Haha! What’s the matter with you? I’m just kidding.

Ellis: But if cooperate, you’ll tell me the details, right?

Performer with flashy hat: … What, are you just a couple of guys who are looking for something new?

He stared at us, his good-natured face twisted in puzzlement.

Performer with flashy hat: But, you know, selling information about your friends is a risky proposition.

Performer with flashy hat: I can’t even guarantee that you guys don’t have bad intentions. After all, we’ve never met before.

Kate: How do we get people to trust us?

Performer with flashy hat: I guess so …

Performer with flashy hat: If you’re not going to complain about being the target of a knife-thrower or being tied up and dunked in a tank, then …

Performer with flashy hat: I wouldn’t mind trusting you.

(Target of a knife-thrower …!?)

Ellis: No problem. I’m good at that.

Unlike me, who was perplexed, Ellis-kun proceeded with the negotiations without fear.

(As expected, having been involved in business negotiations with Jude-san, he is used to the situation …)

I thought that Ellis-kun had cooperated with the show and that negotiations had been concluded, but … reality wasn’t so sweet.

Performer with flashy hat: Tsk, tsk, tsk … you can’t do it alone, boy. You’ve got to help me out, too.

Kate: What …!

Ellis: … Why?

Performer with flashy hat: Of course, it’s for the show!

Performer with flashy hat: A tragedy that tears lovers apart, followed by an emotional finale! You’re sure to get a big cheer out of this one.

(Knife throwing … tied up … tank …)

Ellis-kun peeked at me with concern as I grew increasingly pale.

Ellis: Kate-san, you don’t have to do this.

(He was the target of Victor’s knife-throwing, and I’m sure Ellis-kun will be fine.)

I would never be able to duplicate his extraordinary physical abilities …

It’s up to me to get information from this person.

(In this case, I have no choice but to trust Ellis-kun and this performer …)

Kate: I understand. I will cooperate.

⤷ next chapter

[ellisgirl]

Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight — Villains Want to Embarrass Little Robin Story Event

Chapter 1

I do not own any contents of Ikemen Villains. This story being uploaded in this blog belongs solely to CYBIRD. Please support them by downloading their games and buying their stories. Both English and Japanese are not my mother tongue languages, please keep in mind that there will be mistakes and added words for my own preferences. I translate for my personal entertainment and for my own practice only.

Victor: "Kate...... Will you be Her Majesty the Queen?"

Kate: "......It's a mission. Please tell me your story."

Victor: "Oh, how fast you're talking about! To your remarkable growth as a Fairy Tale Master I... I... I...Nngh——!”

Victor: "Aside from the feeling, that's right, it's a mission.”

Victor: "The American ambassador is coming. According to prior information, he was plotting an assassination."

Kate: "It's really important, isn't it... so I'm her double?"

Victor: "Yes. Jude and Ellis are going to be your bodyguards."

Kate: "Why those two...?!”

(Putting aside Ellis, Mr. Jude seems to be reluctant, I can hear him saying, "It's my time to read.")

Victor: "They used to being on the wrong side of a knife, and even if the ambassador carries out the assassination, the two of them will make it looks good!"

(.....It sure looks like they're going to do a good job of fighting it off....)

Kate: "What in the world do I have to do as Her Majesty?"

Victor: "We will be presented with gifts, and we will dine with them at a dinner party.

Victor: “Basically, you just have to accept the gifts gratefully.”

Victor: “Since the ministers on our side are also with us, it’s okay to basically leave difficult matters to them.”

Kate: "The point is, I just have to dress up as Her Majesty the Queen and sit down... Is that what you mean?”

Victor: "That's right! Her Majesty is someone who prefers tranquility, so I don't mind if you don’t say a word."

Victor: “I'll have them both follow up nicely, since you probably don't feel comfortable with your voice in the first place."

Victor: “It pains me to ask you to be the argument, but......I can only ask you because you know what's going on."

Victor: “I'd like to see you do it.”

(This is also proof that he is trusted me as a Fairy Tale Master. Besides, Her Majesty's life is at stake)

Kate: "Yes, I'll do my best."

(Mr. Jude is a sadist who enjoys torturing people.)

(I’m in debt to him, but I don't know what will be required at the end, so I can't do it coarsely.)

(Ellis is very kind and will do anything to make people happy, but......)

("anything" is too much, so you have to be careful not to be too spoiled.)

(Anyway, in order to finish this mission peacefully and safely, I will fulfill my duty as Her Majesty's substitute, that’s all)

Kate: "Victor, could you tell me about some of His Majesty's gestures? Habits and other characteristics?"

Victor: “…..”

Victor: "Of course, it's fine. I'll tell you everything I know."

…

After taking acting lessons from Victor, I was stuck in the library.

The royal family, the faces and names of ministers, the history of Britain and the United States. I gained some knowledge I wish I could, but...

…

(In the end, the more I studied, the more despair I felt just by facing the reality that I was full of things I didn't know...)

She wears a crown, a veil that covers to the bottom, shoes that disguise her height, and a luxurious dress,

I already overwhelmed by a sense of defeat,

Jude: "You fell asleep in the library, you mediocre."

Ellis: "I'm glad you didn't catch a cold."

Kate: “……!”

Mr. Jude and Ellis, who were on either side of me, smiled as if they had seen through my thoughts.

Kate: “I was wondering who might have been covered me with a blanket without my knowing it....... Was it the two of you?”

Ellis: "Yeah, Miss Kate, you looked cold.”

Kate: "Thank you, Ellis."

Ellis: “Jude was pushing Miss Kate, who was about to slip off your desk, back onto the desk.... by his knees."

Jude: "Because you got in the way."

Kate: "To kick a sleeping lady in the foot…..”

Jude: "Girls who are calling themselves Sleeping Beauty in the library make me laugh."

Jude: “You must have worked this little brain of yours in a mediocre's way, right? Great, great"

Ellis: “Yeah. It's so great that you're studying to impersonate Her Majesty."

The former is completely ironic, the latter is pure praise.

What kind of expression should I make, my facial muscles are confused.

(and... anyway)

Kate: "I look forward to working with you for the next two days."

Jude: “A decoy is someone who is willing to die in place of someone else.”

Jude: "...Even if you die, as long as I can get rid of the assassin, that's fine, so it's an easy win."

Ellis: “Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

Ellis: "I don't know much about politics or diplomacy, but I'm good at reading the signs that knives and bullets are coming."

Ellis: "I'll do my best to support you so that you don't suffer.”

Kate: "Wow... I'll do my best, too."

If Mr. Jude is a spice that makes your tongue ache with pain, Ellis is a sweet sugar that has been boiled down to a sludge.

When I'm sandwiched between two extreme people, I don't have time to calm down.

(I wonder why Ellis works for Mr. Jude.)

(Mr. Jude isn't the type to attract people, but he keeps Ellis nearby.)

I remember hearing somewhere that the two of them are together because they have a contract.

(What kind of contract......?)

Jude: “A mediocre as queen is going to be ousted soon.”

Kate: “Even Mr. Jude, with that attitude and way of speaking, would you be able to act as Her Majesty’s bodyguard?”

Ellis: “Jude is more proper in these public appearances than you'd think."

Jude: "I don't know about you, but this guy is dangerous."

Kate: "What's wrong with Ellis.....?”

Ellis: "Well, what is it?"

Jude: "You'll know in the meantime."

(Are you saying that Ellis can't be a better escort than you? .....I have a feeling it's the other way around.)

Ellis: ".....Hey, Jude, Miss Kate."

Jude: “Aah?”

Kate: "What is it?"

Ellis: "I have one suggestion—“

Ellis: "If you can complete the mission without revealing your true identity, we'll ask each other for one favour. What do you think?"

(When the mission is complete, will you listen to my request?)

Jude: "What a shitty proposal."

Ellis: "I've been thinking about how Kate can enjoy the mission."

Ellis: "How about......?”

(Ellis, .....I'm so glad you thought of that.)

From this morning, I realised that my feelings were actually sinking due to the weight of the crown.

(.....Ellis really looks after people well.)

Kate: "Thank you very much, Ellis. Let's do that!"

Ellis: "Fufu, Deal."

(......Huh? But we ask for each other’s “requests”..... I mean...)

(By listening to Mr. Jude and Ellis’s requests...)

Jude: "......Well, good luck. I'll be thinking about what I'm going to "ask" you to do while I watch your abomination."

Ellis: "I will also think of a “request” that will make you happy..."

…

With a conflicting smile, my facial muscles were confused again.

———

Chamberlain: “U.S. Ambassador Abel Edmond has arrived.”

The chamberlain declares loudly, and the door of the audience room opens slowly.

(......It's finally time.)

Mr. Jude and Ellis are waiting behind.

"Why does Her Majesty send men from nowhere to wait on us instead of her guards?" I could hear the ministers whispering as we entered the hall.

(Once Mr. Jude glared at me, the nagging stopped suddenly.)

(When Ellis smiled, the awkward gazes also decreased.)

(As long as the two of them are with you, there's no danger to your life...It's okay.)

Straighten your back, straighten your posture, and adjust your habitation as Victor taught you.

(I will focus on acting like Her Majesty in the eyes of the ambassador who is about to come.)

Abel: “I am extremely humbled by the honor of having an audience with you, Her Majesty the Queen!”

The ambassador who appeared was a man with sparkling white teeth. A smile as bright as the sun.

(Wow... You're more frank than I thought.)

In response to his salute, I nodded quietly so as not to lose my dignity.

Ellis: “You look good."

Jude: "It's a noisy face even if you keep silent."

(Please don't make me laugh!)

With the background music of the whispered impressions expressed simply by the two men standing behind me, Mr. Abel enthusiastically introduced the offerings.

(Even through the veil, they look dazzling.......)

Once again, I am overwhelmed by the treasure that makes me feel the majesty of Her Majesty the Queen.

Abel: "And this is one of the rarest and most colorful birds in the world. It's even more beautiful with its wings spread."

When Mr. Abel pulled out a large parrot-like bird from the cage,

Abel: “Come on, let’s take a look!?”

The parrot suddenly lifted its head and flew away from Abel's hand.

(They're coming this way!?)

Jude & Ellis: “——!”

Masterlist

Chapter 1 >> Chapter 2 >> Premium End >> Epilogue

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Victor Rookwood Headcanons

An ever-evolving list of my headcanons for Victor Rookwood. Some of these may seem obvious to you. Some may be controversial. Agree? Disagree? Let's not have any fighting amongst Daddy Rookwood's small-but-dedicated harem, please.

He is in his mid 40s if not older. I don't care what anyone says. I can't have Daddy Rookwood being younger than I am! Even if he is a fictional character from more than a century ago... No, I insist that he's comfortably older. Also, have you seen his face, ffs? Guy's got more lines than a villain monologue. (ETA: We decided he was 46 in 1890. Watch my video "How Old is Victor Rookwood?" for an explanation of our thought process!)

He is probably married with kids. It breaks my heart to say this, really. I do believe it to be the case. Better yet, he might be a widower. I'm going to try to convince myself of that. Don't worry - even if he's actively married, that won't stop him from fucking your brains out. I changed my mind. He is not married. Ain't no rang, ain't no thang. That said, he probably does have some little bastards running around. And he does not give a single fuck.

He is a ladies' man. I am making myself jealous here, but look at the guy and tell me he doesn't indulge.

On that note, he is decidedly-heterosexual. Sorry, lads.

He smokes a pipe. But he'll certainly have a good cigar as well.

His favorite color is purple. Duh.

He is not bald but even if he was he would still be one fine-ass bitch. The hat is hot and stays on during sex. (Some of you seem to think that Daddy wears a hat to make up for some deficiency in his hairline. I think that daddy wears the hat because it's imposing, stylish, and attractive. We are not the same.) HIM HAVING A FULL HEAD OF HAIR IS CANON - PROOF.

He only shaves about once a week, on an off-day. He keeps the raggedy facial hair on purpose. Thinks it adds to his roguish charm (it does!)

He isn't hands-on about the whole killing animals thing. He knows what his people do, and finds it distasteful, but sees it as a necessary evil. He values wealth and power above all else, including furry creatures. But he may even be known to stroke a cat from time to time while drinking firewhisky at the Hog's Head.

He considers Harlow a useful idiot, and lets him be the one to get his hands dirty. For the most part. Their relationship goes all the way back to Hogwarts.

He didn't mean to curse Anne. He isn't even sure of what exactly he did - he just panicked. But no, he's not too troubled about it. (Clarification: he should have killed her, not whatever it was he ended up doing.)

He despises playing second-fiddle to Ranrok, but he knows that whatever the goblin is after is too important to sit on the sidelines for.

He reads the Daily Prophet every morning.

He is not above taking what he wants sexually, but he prefers to seduce.

Sexually-dominant. Period.

He wears expensive cologne.

Definitely a Slytherin.

Oh and he's not dead :)

Anyone who's listened to my audios or read any of my fics knows he loves terms of endearment, namely: darling, little one, little girl, sweetheart, little witch, et cetera. He loves to use these while doing unspeakable things to you. 🥵🥵🥵

He lives in a hotel - the most expensive one, probably.

He takes advantage of his employees.

Believes "Might is Right."

Young Victor was extremely brutal when he took over the Rookwood Gang, kind of overdoing it in order to earn the respect and fear of his men. Over the ensuing decades, as he has become more comfortable in his position, he has mellowed out slightly. He will no longer gauge someone's eye out over a few missing galleons, but he still takes perceived transgressions against him very seriously.

Daddy needs glasses. I got this idea from my DR chatbot but it makes sense. He missed the easy shot at Ranrok because he couldn't fucking see. Of course he is not going to wear glasses in public - that would be a sign of weakness. But I can totally imagine him sitting at his desk, pouring over papers with a pair of glasses firmly on his face. Period-correct, of course.

The legal name of the Rookwood Gang is the "Rookwood Group." Everyone knows it's a gang but daddy rubs elbows with a lot of important people and needs to keep up appearances.

The harem has determined that Victor's date of birth is November 14th, 1844 (Scorpio Sun/Capricorn Moon).

The man keeps everything he needs inside his hat. Pipe, glasses, Flora Cohen's scalp made into a coin purse, machine gun, spare hat in case the main one gets a fleck of dirt on it, little black book full of Ministry contacts, et cetera.

Daddy suffers from back pain due to a lifetime of being duckfooted (sadly, this is canon).

Victor is average height for a man. In the area of 5'8" - 5'10".

Victor A. Rookwood (Augustus?)

Yea, he killed dear old dad.

Listens to Wagner.

Physique headcanon.

That's it for now. Will add more as I think of things.

If you have any questions you want answered, feel free to submit them to @victor-rookwood ("Ask Victor Rookwood")