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@eeriestatic asked: "So, when are you going to join my squad?" - Containment Faron [he's tryna steal him from the twins squad fsjf]
At first he looked around with a skeptical expression, assuring himself that he wasn’t being made fun of. He cocked a brow at Faron’s offer and crossed his arms in front of his chest, assuming a position of authority.
“That depends on how good your health care package is,” he retorted with a straight face. “Whyever would you need a genius alchemist skilled in arcane arts and animating anthropomorphic objects in your... guys-with-assault rifles squad? Do you need a human shield? I’m pretty good at martyring myself. Too bad I’m under what one would call a,” pause for effect accompanied by air quotes. “house arrest right now.”
He said all of that in one breath.
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A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you all for the positive comments on Chapter 1 of Something Stupid. Chapter 2 is a long one, and I will only say one thing: Y/N is MOTHER fr.
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“So, what are we going to do about Heaven’s killing of demons?” Emily sits opposite you on the porch. You motion for her to have some cake.
It has been a few days since that ordeal, and you plan on seeing Charlie and her… residents soon enough.
You’ve found that you have taken Emily under your wing, for the sole fact that the both of you have been left in the dark of this utter madness.
You have always seen her as a lovely girl, and now, as you guys got to know each other better, you now see Emily as your own.
“To be honest, I’m not quite sure. I do know that I will go down and help them out for sure at some point,” you rim the teacup with your fingers.
“Oh! Can I join?”
“I wish you could, but I’m not sure if Sera would appreciate that,”
Emily’s eyes darken at the mention of the Seraphim.
“Yeah well… I don’t appreciate how she kept this secret from me for God knows how long,”
“I know, and I feel the same way, but to be honest, I haven’t officially been to Hell, and I don’t know what it’s like when it’s not in rack and ruin. I want to see how it is normally like,” you take a sip of your tea.
You let the silence hang for a couple of seconds before asking,
“Well, what do you think?”
“Sorry, what do you mean?” Emily looks at you inquiringly.
“Like, what is your opinion on this hotel Charlie is working on? Do you think it will work?”
“It does work,”
“Well I think- wait what?” You look at her, prying for more.
“Uh well, it’s just an immensely probable hypothesis I have,” Emily continues.
“Sera and I were just talking, or rather, looking at each other awkwardly in silence…,” she trails off, irritating you slightly.
“And?”
“Well, a random snake guy sorta dropped in asking where he was because it wasn’t Hell and that he misses his “egg bois?” And Sera said for me to not to tell a soul, but obviously that didn’t age well-,”
“Wait a minute,” You did a mental overview of this information.
You did remember someone sacrificing their life in the maelstrom of the Extermination. What was his name again? You couldn’t really place it. Sir something or other.
“I’ll look into it and update you if I find anything,” you say as you make a mental note to do as such.
“Okay but please don’t tell Sera. She will actually blow up if anything gets out-”
“Don’t worry, you can trust me Emi,” you look at the dregs of tea leaves in your cup, and leave it on the countertop.
“I’m afraid you have to go now, I have a function of sorts to attend to today,”
“Oh yeah, no problem!”
“Also, Emily?”
“Yeah?” The seraphim stands from her seat and quickly wipes her face, caked in crumbs.
“Thank you for telling me this. Here, take some more cake if you’d like and you can leave when you’re ready,”
“Really? Thanks!”
You smile and go into your house and up the stairs.
Things are going to get interesting indeed.
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You take a deep breath and search around for something, anything, as a token for goodwill.
On your windowsill, lays a box that has been collecting dust since forever.
Uncertain, you open it and you see an abundance of sweets, and you remember that this is from when your parents introduced you to Adam.
He gave you these clearly as a show of courtship, and you accepted it as a sign of respect.
Adam… He’s quite the person.
He has the humour of a 12 year old but he’s great to have a laugh with once in a while.
He isn’t the one for you though.
You told your parents as such, that you guys weren’t compatible in the slightest, and that being friends was probably how deep your relationship could go.
Unfortunately, they were too blinded by the prospect of money and endless possibilities to hear you out.
Yeah, they’re those kind of parents.
Before you pine the day away, you place the box in the comfort of your tote bag, and open a portal with the tips of your fingers.
As the portal opens, an unpleasant stench wafts through to your room, holding you back from going into Hell.
You take a deep breath, swallow your anxiety and pass through the portal, which closes behind you.
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“Now, where would that hotel be?” You wonder as you wander through the gruesome streets of hell, keeping your eyes peeled for any hotel of sorts. Charlie’s personality is… explosive, so her hotel would be hard to miss.
“Uhm excuse me, ma’am do you perhaps know where a hotel may be?” You tap a passerby’s shoulder.
“How should I know bitch?” The person turns to face you. Or faces considering the fact it literally has two heads.
“Please apologise for my sister, though I believe there’s a hotel just down the path. Follow your nose, you can’t miss it!” The head that was more pushed off to the side pipes up.
“Oh alright, er, thank you?” You say your thanks as you walk down the street and sure enough, you find a hotel, decorated with blue hues, and erotic retro signs on the front.
It was so… unlike Charlie.
You’re uncertain, but give the place the benefit of the doubt.
“Maybe she’s just making the hotel seem more catered to her civilians?” You hold onto that thought as you enter the double doors.
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Okay, maybe you should've been more doubtful.
The lobby was filled with demons conversing, laughing and brawling, though most sinners were drinking and being lustful with each other.
You pave your way to the bar and drum your fingers against the countertop, hoping to find a familiar face.
Two brawly sinners take a seat on either side of you.
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” the demon on your left places his rough hand on your shoulder.
“Do you want to… hang out with us?” The other grazes his claws against your thigh.
“Oh, thanks for your kind offer but I really gotta…” you motion to the exit.
“Nonsense, nonsense, you seem like you could clear up your schedule,” Sinner no.1 moves his hand to your back, tugging at your wings, letting out a small squeak from you.
You’re absolutely frozen, the two demons oogling and grabbing at things they really really shouldn’t.
“Alright, pack it up, funs over fellas,” A vaguely familiar voice emits from behind you.
You turn around to have an angry looking spider demon glaring at the perpetrators.
“Aw Angel, why ruin our fun? You could join too, you know. We’ll make it worth your while,”
“Thanks but no thanks,” He replies, without missing a beat. He drags you by the arm out of the “hotel”
“Okay so, why the fuck are you down here?” The arachnid gives you a once over.
“Well, I er, you,” Why did you become a stuttering mess all of a sudden?! You take a moment to recalibrate yourself.
“I wanted to check up on the hotel, and see how you guys are doing. I thought this was it and-”
You were interrupted from his laughter.
“Dollface, you just entered a sex club,” He says through wheezes.
“Whoever told you that was a hotel was clearly messing with you,”
“Why would-,” you backtrack yourself. Of course. This is Hell, of course people are going to either fuck you, or fuck you up.
You sigh.
“Can you atleast bring me to the hotel? Please? I have, er sweets?” You show the box as a pathetic attempt at not being abandoned in the streets.
A drabbling pause.
“Fine, but keep up,”
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You almost let out a cry of relief as you enter the lobby.
This, was Charlie.
A bar was decoratively put in one corner, bestowed with a (cat?) demon accompanying it, doing some sort of bartending duties.
“Well, this is it. I guess I should get Charlie for you, Dollface,” the nameless spider goes to the elevator.
“Wait!” You extend your hand in a sense of urgency.
“Thank you, er….,” you trail off; you evidently don’t know their name.
“Angel,”
“Huh?”
“My name’s Angel. Angel Dust,” Angel Dust takes your hand and shakes it with one of his.
“Y/N. Y/N L/N,” you add, as a certain Princess descends from the staircase, with a certain King following suit. They both look a bit scruffy, but Charlie’s eyes light up when she sees you.
“Y/N! Hi!” You slightly flinch when Charlie gives you a massive hug, though you return it.
“What have you been up to sugar? Seems like you’ve gotten back on your feet!” Out of the corner of your eye, Lucifer is observing you from the stairwell, making you quite antsy indeed.
“Well, as best as we can be in the current situation, with Sir Pentious and all,” Charlie pulls away playing with her hair, a sentimental expression floods her eyes.
“We held a funeral for him just a couple days before you came and I hope it wouldn’t be too much to ask of you if you-,”
“I’d love to see him,” You answer plainly.
“Great! Follow me,” The princess leads you into the garden. You quickly take a glance behind you, and Lucifer’s watchful gaze is still on you.
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The garden really is… something.
It’s quite depressing, but you can’t really blame anyone. After all, how can anyone expect a garden to look anything above moribound when it inhabits a land of infernal blaze.
“Well, er, here it is,” Charlie introduces you to the grave intimately made, capturing what the snake demon looked like, the engravings properly detailing his teeth and his many eyes. Around the tomb, lit candles circled around it, along with some miscellaneous items, almost like an altar.
The sight of it makes you feel a twinge of maudlin.
You hear a sniffle from your side.
“Charlie?” A tear drops from her face.
“Oh darling, it’s okay. He died for a good cause,” you now bring her into your deep embrace.
“It’s- it’s not that,” Charlie mumbles through your shoulder.
“Sometimes I wonder if this hotel would even work. I’m tired, Y/N, Sir Pentious was our first, and only genuine patron. And now he’s gone,” her voice cracks, breaking your heart.
You want to tell her that it does work, but you don’t have concrete proof. Bringing her hopes up for the slim chance for nothing would actually break her. So you decide against telling her what Emily told you.
You stay silent, and so does she, though it isn’t awkward.
You break the silence nonetheless.
“You know, at least you have 2 people from Heaven on your side. Emily,” you point towards the sky.
“And me,” you point to yourself.
“That takes a lot of work, you know, going up to face the Seraphim herself. You’re making progress, the only thing I ask of you is to keep going, alright? I will try snoop around to help in any way possible,”
“Oh no, you don’t need to do that. Coming down to visit us is more than I can ask for,” Charlie rubs her eyes dry, though a tear stain stays on her cheek.
“Nonsense.Anyway, Emily is sure to help me, so it’s not like I’m doing it alone,”
For good measure, you add,
“By the way, did you know you and Emily have so much in common? What?It’s so uncanny!”
That earned you a giggle from Charlie.
“Thanks for cheering me up, I really needed that,” She recollects herself and pats herself down.
“Well, let’s head inside and I’ll introduce you to the others, shall I?”
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“Well, this has been lovely, meeting all of you, but unfortunately I would have to leave for now” You smile at all the hotel’s residents.
The Radio Demon, Alastor shakes your hand.
“Farewell, new friend. I am sure that our newfound relationship will be a fruitful and pleasant one indeed,” the voice overlayed with a radio static is jarring, though you look past it, with an acknowledging nod.
“The feeling’s mutual. See you all soon?” You make your grand exit.
As you exit the building into the humid evening of Hell, you open a portal once more to your home realm, when someone stops you.
“Uh hey, Y/N?”
You turn around, to have the King of Hell himself, looking quite anxious, not quite meeting your eyes.
“Lucifer! Is there something you need?” You keep the hostility out of your voice. While you were mingling with the other residents, Lucifer was sulking in the corner, and mumbled short and dismissive replies each and every time you tried to strike conversation with him.
“No, not really,” he pauses.
“Thank you for taking Charlie under your wing, and not treating her like she’s scum under your feet,”
“It’s really really not a problem. Just basic respect, you know? You must be proud having a child like her,”
He chuckles in agreement.
“Well, you probably have to be going now, but I hope we can try and get to know each other in future?”
You were kind of taken aback by Lucifer’s attempt at extending an olive branch, but you say,
“Of course. Oh and before I forget,” you produce the sweet box from your bag.
“Here, for you and the rest,”
Lucifer flushes slightly at your kind gesture. The look in his eyes is as though something sparked in him, as though a fire has been rekindled after many years from being dormant as he holds the sweet box loosely in his hand, like he will drop it at any moment.
“See you soon?” You say, in between the two worlds.
“Gladly,”
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Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes? ( a-crookedtouch )
☾✦ Yes, though that is very much a work in progress. All the companion quests relate to power and authority, and Rey's is no different - hers relates to being taken advantage of, because she doesn't have the self-esteem to stick up for herself and draw boundaries around her time and effort - that she is worthy of friendship because she's a good person to be around, and she doesn't have to settle with 'whoever will put up with her'.
Spoilers for Act 3 and the endgame.
Shortly after arriving in Rivington, a courier will approach her and tell her an old friend has also arrived in Baldur's Gate looking for her. When she approaches him, he initiates conversation and tells her that he's in trouble, deep in gambling debts with no way to pay, and that his debtors are inside the city. It's clear that the 'friend' is not asking an equal to help, but is expecting someone reliant on him for approval to do his dirty work so he can get off scot-free with being a terrible person.
Rey will ask the player if she can make a diversion to clear things up, perhaps naively confident that her friend is a better person than he is. You can take her into the warehouse by the docks where her old friend's debtors are waiting, she will agree to an increasingly painful and costly circle of tasks to clear his debt, as she cannot pay it in full herself, either, and the 'friend' will come up with excuses why he can't solve the problem himself.
As the quest progresses, the player character can stop Rey at several points and encourage her to tell her friend to stop taking advantage of her kindness. If they do not, Rey will continue to allow the 'friend' to mooch off of her goodwill. If they do, and Rey tells him that she can't fix his debts for him and that he should come clean honestly, he will get irate, verbally abuse her and attack her/the party. Killing the friend will cause Rey to come to her senses and realise what he was doing to her.
Ultimately, she will only agree to break off her 'friend' if the player affirms that she has worth beyond what she can give other people. Rey's story is about seeing herself as more than a resource, more than an apology for not measuring up, and about healing from the trauma of being told she was better off dead by her creche when she was a child.
Post-quest Rey is much more confident in herself, a much more focused and powerful companion, and encouraging her to grow is the only way to secure her good ending, especially if she's being romanced. Rey is a polyamorous romance option, open to threesomes even, but only if she is encouraged to see her worth - if the player is romancing Rey and another companion, and she does not 'harden' her and break off her toxic friendship, she will break up with the player, with the reason she gives being that she was wrong about feeling like she could cope with the player seeing someone else. She doesn't even have the confidence in her self-worth to assume the player might choose her in a jealousy situation.
Monogamously romanced Rey will be a little different - pretty much the inverse of the player's relationship to Ascended Astarion. Rey will end up in a position with the player where she is clearly and not always happily going along with everything the player does, with the player recieving a huge amount of power over Rey in the relationship. Whether the player chooses to use that is up to them, but in her worst ending, the player can ask Rey to choose to willingly infect herself and become illithid in order to control the Netherstones.
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@brooklynislandgirl :// { ~~~~~~ this }
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Beth's pidgin—not the words themselves (he can only guess around four or five), but the mocking tone—gives him pause. They wash away in the growing rainstorm, leaving impressions Ben can't shake.
He trails back to the bed. Slowly spreads himself at the foot of Beth's mattress, where penumbras of raindrops pool in the small of his back. They watch the ghost drops roll down the sheets together, each without looking, neither daring to touch the other. Three feet of silk make an ocean between them.
For a minute, they're like two place cards facing away from each other, displaced and engaged in silent combat. It's their only fight that isn't resolved in minutes or in any way two people who've never said what they really felt ever could.
Maybe Beth shouldn't hope against hope. Maybe she doesn't expect Ben to follow a stray glance so closely, but he'd have to be blindfolded to miss the spray of halcyon and lapis when it's hit with passing light.
Maybe it wouldn't mean anything if she didn't first look toward the tuft sticking out of her closet like another man hiding in her laundry—like that—then at him—like this—folded against herself, occluded in her top sheet as if he'd asked her to trade it for beads.
Ben's lips part at something unremarked upon, soft, trembling, until recognition sets his features in stone. He stares at the feathers, the last of the magic piled before him, gradually collecting himself on the corner of Beth's bed frame. One arm upright once more, then one leg, the other arm, its trembling hand gripping her sheets, and finally, the other leg. In that span, Ben becomes a mountain. It would take a millennium of Beth's gentle waves to wear down the crust of his discomfit.
He looks at her over his shoulder just once as he slips away again. She doesn't have the time to stop him; it happens in a single breath. Ben's shadow seethes in front of the closet, and he cuffs the door so hard it bounces on its track. What a shame when it splays open on the unworn gown, its exquisitely preserved corpse shoved into a corner of Beth's Bay Ridge walk-in.
"It's exactly your scene,” he mutters.
The slice of Ben's profile flashes red-blue, hot white, red-blue, under the pleats of car lights coming through Beth's window while never quite reaching his eyes.
If sirens blare, if she speaks, he doesn’t hear.
Without another breath, he begins picking his clothes from the four corners of Beth's room. Greatly peeved, Zeus takes his fire back from the mortals after being tricked by Prometheus. He dresses up to his waist and shows Beth his back. T-shirt thrown over his shoulder like David's sling bag.
"I'll see you at eight." Ben pulls his crumpled v-neck over his head. "Or not."
And he flees, leaving behind the signed prayer card he plucked off the Goodwill shelf because it isn't funny now; it's a fleeting, human whim. Because she'll see what's in his face when he peels the little plastic Jesus off her nightstand.
#brooklynislandgirl#m. au | modern!ben: the senator's son#r. a certain person#mini thread#edited: for quality assurance#{thread from the dead?}
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‘It’s called ‘carving a pumpkin’, NAME, not ‘brutal pumpkin murder’. Show some decorum and seasonal goodwill.’ with jj suhwjshwjwhwh
･｡˚☾ pumpkin carving ☽˚｡･
pairing(s): jj maybank x reader, platonic pogues x reader
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a/n: yes yes yes this is so jj!!
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When the colors of the leaves began to turn and they eventually fell off the branches with the cool breeze, there was no question as to whether fall had arrived in the OBX or not. It was bittersweet in a way— given that your summer filled with pogue adventures had to come to an end.
Did that mean the fun had to stop? No. Not if you asked Sarah Cameron.
The blonde girl was absolutely smitten with fall, and would either rope you and the rest of the group into her autumn activities or die trying.
It was safe to say her efforts— so far— were successful, given that the group all sat in a circle on an old blanket laid out on John B’s lawn, pumpkins in their laps and concentration on their faces.
“Holy shit.” JJ muttered after his grip on his knife slipped, eyebrows knitted as he chewed on his bottom lip. “Almost lost a finger or two.”
You paused your pumpkin carving to look up and check on JJ’s in front of you, silently telling him to be more careful.
“Just don’t bleed on the pumpkin.” Kiara quipped.
“Who’s stupid idea was this anyway?” The blond griped, ignoring the jab from Kie.
“It is not stupid, JJ!” Sarah argued. “Pumpkin carving is like the best part of fall!”
“Oh?”
JJ looked to John B and Pope to back him up, only to find them attentive to their own pumpkin carving.
“Really guys? You’re gonna let her disrespect the bonfire like that? Outer Banks tradition since we were 12? Does that ring a bell?”
“Me and my pumpkin are just minding our business.” Pope responded. “No comment.”
“Parties aren’t everything, JJ. You have to appreciate the little things in life.” You reminded him.
“Yeah, JJ.” John B chimed in. “What she said.”
JJ scoffed, resuming his carving. “Sure. Pretend like the bonfire isn’t your favorite event of the year, John B.”
“Argue with your pumpkin.” John B teased.
“Looks like he already has.” Kie noted, cringing at the mess JJ had made.
Your eyes averted to the overflow of orange goop in front of you, bits of pumpkin scattered on JJ’s hands as well as through his messy blond hair when he ran his fingers through it.
“Oh my God. It’s called ‘carving a pumpkin’, JJ, not ‘brutal pumpkin murder!’ Show some decorum and seasonal goodwill!”
“It wouldn’t hurt.” Sarah added in agreement.
“This is harder than it looks.” JJ sighed. “But you just wait. You’re all gonna be blown away by my artistic abilities.”
“Coming from a person who only knows how to draw stick figures?” Pope chortled. “I’m pretty sure you’re artistically challenged.”
Everyone except JJ let out a laugh, knowing that art was certainly not his forte.
“We’ll see about that.”
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The whole purpose of JJ sitting across from and not beside you was that you weren’t supposed to see what he was carving. He said he wanted there to be some kind of big reveal, so sitting where you could easily see his pumpkin would take away from the surprise.
Now, the sun was setting, and after a couple hours of carving pumpkins, you all were done.
“Wait, wait, wait!” JJ started. “Hand me one of those tiny candles.”
“Let me guess— you did a basic scary face?” Kie questioned, handing him a candle to place inside the pumpkin.
“Nope.” JJ answered proudly, lighting the candle with his lighter. “Decided to do something cute n’ sentimental.”
“Aw. You shouldn’t have.” John B cooed, resting his head on JJ’s shoulder as he saw the pumpkin.
“It’s not for you, dumbass.” JJ shoved his friend off before gazing up in front of him, turning the pumpkin to face you. “It’s for my girl.”
With the illumination of the candle, the carving of the pumpkin was much clearer. There was a shape of the moon in the center, alongside your and JJ’s first initials on either side of the crescent shape.
“Why’s there a moon?” Sarah queried cluelessly, asking the question everyone else wanted the answer to.
“Because I love her to the moon and back.” JJ stated as if it were obvious. And at times, especially ones like these, it was. “I love you to the moon and back.” He repeated, this time making eye contact. Apparently, announcing it to your group of friends isn't enough. He needed to tell you.
“J..” You began, smiling so wide it hurt, a sheen coat of tears lining your lovestruck eyes. “I love you, too.”
He met you in the middle as you embraced one another, giving a soft kiss to your shoulder. “To the moon and back?” He uttered.
“Yes. To the moon and back.” You breathed, pecking his lips and resting your forehead to his. His thumbs caressed your cheeks as he held your face in his hands as gently as can be, relishing in your affection and momentarily forgetting about the pogues sitting around you.
“Wow.” John B fake-sniffled, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes. “That was so touching.”
Sarah hit her boyfriend’s arm playfully, telling him to knock it off and let you two enjoy your moment.
“Simps.” Kiara coughed out.
“Shh. You’re ruining it.” Sarah chastised.
“I’m all for this love stuff but get a room, guys.” Pope added.
You and JJ stood up hand in hand, feeling too close to let go. The two of you chuckled, also in irony that it was usually you both making fun of them for being all lovey dovey with their partners.
“Not a problem!” JJ saluted, waving off his friends.
“As long as it isn’t my room!” John B shouted.
“No promises!”
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Getting gifts in here that weren't equal to boring were quite the difficulty in the manner of asking for them, without getting interrogated but all in a little bit of help anyways. The twins had no qualms with it, even if they weren't all that fond of the man in black, but either way, ask and on usually will receive at times. They had what they thought he would've had fun with, even when they weren't around in times that weren't letting them all be off shift in specific times as well - though evidence of one of the twins was none other than Niklaus, jogging down the hallway back towards the room. Albeit a small vrrr'ing hum in the background that pursued him in the stretch of the time he got to the room. The agent slid into view of the door with a few small chuckles, if getting his shins ran into was funny, but there wasn't any addressment, just a swift Niklaus that slipped up and over to join Shiro on the bed with a small weight drop of a bounce on the bed, but without much context other than Niklaus throwing his arm around Shiro to break their small distance with a nestling squeeze.
"Happy birthday, my love." He hummed, albeit it might've seemed that Markus was a bit late, but much due to the fact his twin left him in the dust - though that electronic hum had only got closer in the span of time that Niklaus arrived. But instead of being Markus, a little 15cm, remote control orange car crept into view of the room, much like it was stalking them now until Markus poked his head around the corner of the room door.
"I'll run your foot over with it later." Markus chimed in, no doubt his twins zoomies were much because of that zoomie right there. Markus made sure to guide the car inside of the room, scuffling his boots over so he could sink down onto the bed next to them - setting aside the black controller, be it big. But reasonable for how it was made. The agent slumped over their frame, wrapping his arms around them both with a squeezing coo. "Happy birthday, Shiro. My looove-" Markus weighed them over with an overbearing snuggle to Shiro's frame that didn't leave Niklaus without the crossfire, but room to speak up while he braced his weight there. "We weren't sure what one to ask for, but we thought you'd like the remote car better. Unless you wanted a lil' helicopter too, we could've got you that instead. Both, for next time. But this one is sturdy and won't break easy at least, it's got very long distance range and a small built in camera in the face of it. We didn't know that but it was a bonus anyways, it's built in for the controller too. For when we both are absent, we hope you can have fun with it too." A hand moved to rub the top of his head, his smile growing a tad more toothy in contrast. "We love you."
[they can have this one no gift struggles hdfjk]
He had lost track of time after being trapped in that place for so long. But as the years passed, so did Shiro become more fleshed out as an individual. He went from not remembering his birthday, to not caring about it, and ultimately, to celebrating it.
From the moment Niklaus walked inside their room and took a seat next to him, he was already excited enough to throw himself into his arms and embrace him with a tight squeeze. Other than the bags under his eyes, he was glowing. He didn’t even care to look for a hidden gift as he already had what he wanted right there in his reach. Niklaus wasn’t safe from those twinkling eyes that stared up at him expectantly for a smooch. However, the little purring sound of the battery-powered wheels interrupted them before it happened. Shiro didn’t notice the car at first since he was looking up and not down out of habit, but he did welcome the twin that entered behind it with a toothy grin. He let him in their little cuddle pile and wrapped one of his arms around him in return, pulling him as close as he could without toppling them all over on the bed. He kicked his feet and swayed in place, making the mattress bounce under his weight as he giggled. The giggling stopped for the time it took Markus to finish his explanation, but it erupted again when he was done.
“Woah! That’s so cool,” he exclaimed as he finally spotted the gadget. When Markus was ready to hand him the remote, the reached for it and started rolling his thumb over the joystick like he had seen them do it on TV. Or at least his past self had. The car was doing tiny laps around the middle of their room, although the circle it was trying to loop into looked more like a janky triangle. He would figure it out, in due time - he was trying not to accidentally ram it into the wall and ruin it first thing.
“I can bother you and Faron with this while you’re away. Thank you.” He stuck his tongue up at Markus and bowed his head while his large hand was making a mess of his hair. “I love you too.”
#[I think I forgot to post this one oml]#[or maybe I posted it separately and I don't remember but y'know... you get a free answer]#[there you go shdg it's almost his bday again anyway]#verse: containment#goodwill ☾ ask
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"Sooo... Do yo hate me, do you want me to cease my presences. Like, want me to explode, vanish type a way?" [dskjf she wanna know question dumps upon the boi while this house kills me]
"Are you having an existential crisis...?"
Due to all of those accusations thrown his way, he didn't seem to be taking her seriously. Not like he ever did despite them anyway.
"There's someone in there who can help set you free if need be." He pointed towards his study and flicked his index finger a couple of times. "Three of them, actually." Lios included.
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@eeriestatic asked: "I feel that not only can you throw really good, but does your arm have enough shattering force to pop someone in the head if it ever occurred?" - Scp Containment Markus [only test with dodgeballs pls fhdjsf]
He fixed him with a curious gaze and owlishly tilted his head, seemingly not understanding the nature of his question.
“Have you been watching too many movies?” As unlikely as it would have been in a place like that... “People’s heads don’t explode like pumpkins unless you use a psychic attack on them. Everyone knows this.” Only you know this, Shiro, and you just made it up.
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41. SLEEPOVER : for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place. - Nikki (come snooze in the twins room cozies dgfhg pc is shitting itself I'm just sending off mobile from here)
Despite the freedom that he had chased, it took him a while to be comfortable with leaving his cell behind after he was no longer confined to it. He wasn’t accustomed to the mapping of the building, all of the corridors, not even the way the elevators functioned. However, thanks to the twins’ help, he was able to overcome his fear of the unknown as he followed them around like an overly attached cat, always a step behind them wherever they went. Eventually, their patience paid off, since Shiro no longer needed their guidance in order to reach their living quarters. Although he knew he had the right door, he still felt anxious about letting himself in on his own.
“Knock, knock,” he muttered. By gently hitting his knuckles against the door, he hoped to politely warn them of his arrival ahead of time. As the door slid open, it revealed the timid frame of Shiro, his shoulders slumped and his head bowed modestly; like that, he appeared even shorter than usual. He was visibly embarrassed for being late, but even so, he didn’t linger too much in the doorway before making his way inside.
“Sorry… I went up to the wrong floor and got lost again.” He grimaced and scratched his cheek with his index finger, giggling awkwardly. Under his arm, he was holding the pillow he had stolen from his containment cell. “I brought this in case I needed to scream into it out of frustration at any point,” he joked, waving it in front of his face.
Feeling his cheeks grow warmer, he peeked out from the side of the pillow and set his eyes on Niklaus, before his gaze drifted off to Markus - it was like seeing double.
“Were you guys already asleep...?”
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52. MEAL : for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. - Markus [sffh he got this markoo relax munch with shiwo I'll prolly send one more]
Getting access to the cooking area as someone who had just been allowed out of containment wasn’t an easy task, but it was made possible with the help of blackmailing conveniently set up by Shoichi in the long run. Not even Fang could stand between them and the pantry. His only rule? That they clean up after themselves after they’re done. Shiro was anxious when it came to rules so, naturally, he was keeping a close eye on Markus while they were making a quick snack.
“The bread had gone stale, so I had to put it in the…” He motioned a grabbing gesture with his hands as the word microwave eluded him. “…scary and loud rectangular contraption.”
On the cutting board, Shiro had sliced up a few slices of salami, fresh cheese, and some vegetables to add on top of the bread. With Markus’ directions, he assembled the sandwiches and left out any of the greens that the twin didn’t particularly like. As for his own? He was crowding his piece of toast with as many goodies as he could, an amalgamation of bell pepper, basil, parsley, lettuce, and spring onions. He would have added even more if space wasn’t an issue, eager to try everything at once. In the end, he ended up making more sandwiches than he could eat, some of them which he planned to bring over to Niklaus while they were still warm.
After they got done prepping their meal and got settled at one of the cafeteria tables, Shiro didn’t wait long before he started digging into one of his masterpieces, an egg toast sandwich packed plenty of spices and spring onions. He looked blissful while he took large bites out of it, not even minding the fact that Markus could potentially be staring at him while he ate, something which he usually disliked.
“Mmm,” he hummed as he swallowed his mouthful. “Ever since I got here, I’ve been starving. I’m not used to this… feeling basic human needs. I’m not supposed to have them, and yet…”
Despite his words, a sheepish smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth. He lowered his gaze and started nibbling more self-consciously on his toast, his cheeks powdered over with a familiar rosy hue. Without looking directly at him, he used a napkin to pick up a sandwich similar to his own and offered it to Markus.
“I think… eating food together with someone else isn’t so bad… if their company is pleasant.”
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"What is a common trend that you just. Hate? Or a group of things that make you cringe to the point you feel like a raisin, that people should know how bad it is and should get better taste- especially those who take part in these things?" [okay a real one from this idiot blow them up shiwo]
“Common?... Trend?...”
The hermit owlishly tilted his head and stared at her with his vacant dead fish eyes. Then, he shook it from side to side and averted his gaze. Unlike her, he was too far removed from any group to be subjected to any sort of trend-following individuals.
“There are no trendy people in Something Else. Not anymore.”
As for the answer she was seeking? Shiro disliked all trends equally. He didn’t discriminate.
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"I can say I been here a good while outside the facility, but what's an apple critter?" - Scp Lex [fsdf faron fuckign with him by calling the apple fritter a critter have some silly confused boi]
"Ah, yes. The apple critters. Dangerous fiends. I haven't heard of them in years... Have they tried assimilating you yet?"
Foolish of Lex to come to Shiro, Faron's apprentice, for answers.
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"How did you manage to tame Varro?" - Lios [hes still here]
Cont "Or anyone in here for that matter."
"Good question... The same way I've tamed her." He pointed to Ezme who was playing with Goro in the background, blissfully unaware of their conversation. "Unrelated bouts of violence. We tussled during our first encounter, I won... Then, we developed feelings for each other. Now, they don't want to leave anymore. That's fine with me. Whatever keeps them here..."
His voice trailed off in a monotonous whisper, as if talking was a most strenuous activity.
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"I think a puppy would fit your sticker collection. A goldie to be exact, you know like a golden retriever?" If it looked like he was being followed, it probably was the case, if stranger danger was thing, he was far from it. It looked like he was already fishing something out of his pocket. They were pet store stickers after he'd successfully halted him . - Div Markus @ Miki {rng said mark gets the first free rando today fhsdj my chars but they are all socially awkward even if some dont register it sometimes gsdgs the wrong sticker but it says 'good boy'}
The disheveled young adult didn’t stop at the sound of Markus’ voice, likely because he didn’t hear him. He was preoccupied with skipping perfectly into each darker tile of the pavement, avoiding the lighter ones on purpose. However, the momentary distraction caused by the looming presence of the twin made him step on the edge of a dangerous tile, marking the end of the game.
“Aw, man,” he said with slight disappointment in his voice. Rather than addressing him right away, he knelt and retied the knot of his shoelaces that had come loose during his earlier shenanigans. Though when he got back up, he was surprised to be faced with the handful of stickers. He was quick to make the connection, though, as they resembled the tiny, miscellaneous ones that were glued to his cheeks.
“For real? Can I have these?” Pausing, he picked the good boy sticker up and held it against his nose. Unfortunately, there was no more room for it, not on his face anyway. Realizing that much, he snickered to himself. “They could like, maybe work for my phone case. How much are they?”
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HAPPY BIRTH SHIWO. (I saw something about b-day stuff and had to)
⚝──⭒──⭑──⭒──⭑──⭒──⭑──⭒──⭑──⭒──⭑──⭒──⭑── ⚝
„Happy un/birthing... You are late and all the cake is gone.”
#[tungle ate my tags I am so mad but]#[thank you uwu he's happy to be acknowledged]#derjaegermond#goodwill ☾ ask
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@eeriestatic said: 9) sender’s muse kills someone to protect receiver’s muse. receiver approaches to gently calm them down. - Tales Nikki [he protect have some from the tales pup]
A tool that refused to do its job was useless and in need of reforming in the church’s eyes. When an orderly spotted them on an outing and saw through Shiro’s nature, there was no going back. Niklaus did what needed to be done to assure their faces wouldn’t be plastered all over town by getting rid of the only witness. Obviously, he was distraught after having soiled his hands with someone else’s blood, but Shiro was surprisingly clear headed after having killed the orderly’s malak, one of his kind. He approached the twin and gently caught his hand in his, trying to pry his eyes away from the scene.
“Let’s throw the body into the ravine... The daemons there will take care of it,” he suggested.
When he saw that his comment didn’t do much to reassure Niklaus, he took a step closer and embraced him, his arms latching around his waist with a squeeze.
“We had no choice, Niklaus. If word gets out, then I don’t have to remind you what could happen to your brother and I...” With his cheek resting against his chest, he gazed softly up at him and rubbed his back, trying to soothe his nerves. If nothing else, he felt the burden of guilt weighing his shoulders down, but he couldn’t let those feelings slip - that turmoil wasn’t about him. “You did the right thing. These people can’t be reasoned with. Besides-- You are pretty strong, to be able to take on an exorcist like that. I guess Markus isn’t the only gifted one.” He shot him a teasing smile to ease the mood.
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