You've ran into Teen!Feral Casey from Feral Casey AU. He seems manically elated and gets a kick out of scaring people. There's something off about him...
What do you do?
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Raph jumped a foot in the air and punched Casey in the face, "HOLY SHELL!!"
Mikey did a double take, "Yo..." He waved, a bit confused but friendly.
Donnie rubbed his face, "What is even going on anymore? Stickmen I can't see, getting trapped in a ferris wheel, jump scares from... someone.. a competition.. jeez..."
Link’s first thought is, ‘I’m pretty sure we’re doing this whole maybe-relationship thing in the wrong order.’, and his second is the realization of, ‘He took off his hood.’
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“Mr. Captain Hero, sir?” Ravio’s voice sounds behind him. Link startles minutely before quickly turning around to face him, nearly knocking over his bottle of ink onto the reports he’d been reviewing. He must be especially tired to not have noticed someone entering his tent, he’s getting careless.
“What’s wrong, Ravio?” Willing his voice to not reveal how much he was just caught off guard, he lets himself calm down at the presence of the other. There’s no need to straighten up or stand at attention for an uncaring individual like Ravio. Although he finds himself growing concerned when Ravio lets the flap of his tent drop as he enters with a glaring lack of skip or bounce in his step.
“Nothing much,” The rabbit says with far less enthusiasm than what Link has gotten so used to, “Just wanted to try something.”
Link frowns and slowly places his quill down, now giving Ravio his full attention.
“This isn’t like you, did something happen?” He vocalizes his thoughts aloud. Ravio chuckles nervously, but shakes his head.
“No, my cowardice is trying to get the best of me, is all.”
Link gives a noncommittal hum. For a self-proclaimed coward, Ravio rarely shows any fears in social interactions. Unless he’s speaking to a particularly powerful individual whom he feared retaliation from like Impa or Midna, he has no qualms about pestering someone—or overall being a general pain in the ass. Seeing the ears of his rabbit hood lowered so far down and pressed against his back is an odd, unfamiliar sight.
Link decides he doesn’t like it at all.
“Well, I’m willing to hear you out, at least.” He offers, admittedly curious about what exactly has Ravio acting in this manner. Ravio has come up to him countless times with absolutely absurd requests that he had no shame asking him to do, to the point that Link had nearly believed him to be shameless.
Yet here he sits and watches how that very same man stands before him and wrings his hands together, the repeated glances at the entrance barely noticeable under his hood. Link isn’t too sure what he’s worried about, especially considering the fact it’s usually Link himself that’s the one worrying about people coming in, not Ravio.
“My meeting was not too long ago, and considering how late it is, nobody should come inside, sans an emergency. Anything important enough would’ve been told to me during the meeting.” Despite feeling like this situation is awfully backwards, Link attempts to reassure him. It doesn’t do much, judging by how Ravio’s shoulders are still so stiff.
“Right.” Is Ravio’s equally stiff response. Then it falls silent for so long Link half wonders if Ravio is just testing his patience. Regardless of the quite honestly uncomfortable silence, Link continues to wait instead of pushing him. It is rather difficult not to shuffle around, though.
“Can you close your eyes?” Ravio suddenly blurts out. Link stills and turns his attention away from a random crack on the ground back to Ravio.
“What?” Befuddlement leaks into his voice before he can stop it, but in spite of that, Ravio doesn’t give further clarification behind his request. Instead, he continues to wordlessly wring his hands together.
“I…” Surely Ravio notices how suspicious of a request that is, especially with the way he’s acting? He’s never doubted Ravio before, and he certainly doesn’t want to now. But the Rogue Forces have been growing in number as the war drags on longer and longer. Citizens and soldiers alike are tired of the war. Ravio is tired of the war.
He wouldn’t join the Rogue Forces, right?
“... Alright.” Link manages to say through his heart threatening to leap out his throat. It aches with betrayal that hasn’t even happened yet—with betrayal that won’t happen. He’s tired and being stupid, Ravio would tease him and point out this fact, demanding that he chill out and then help him do exactly that.
Yet the Ravio here only gives a sigh of relief and steps closer. Link reminds himself not to stiffen up because this is Ravio and Ravio wouldn’t betray him for some Force that he always complains about, and even if he did, he would never try to hurt him in such a dirty way after everything they’ve—
“You can’t open your eyes, okay?”
Link doesn’t trust his voice enough to verbally respond, instead he simply closes his eyes to obey Ravio’s request. More horrible silence before the faint rustle of fabric is heard. Despite his internal mantra of ‘Don’t flinch’, he does, and his eyes fly open to snap up to Ravio again. Ravio stands frozen before him, arms raised with aborted movement. The rabbit looks startled, but apparently Link isn’t doing as great of a job of looking calm as he thinks he is, because understanding quickly reflects on Ravio’s face.
“Oh.” Is Ravio’s breathed out response. Slowly, carefully, as if he were allowing Link to track his every movement, he lowers his hands to instead hold them out for Link to see.
“You’re jumpier than me right now, Mr. Captain Hero, sir. I’m sorry that I’m the one to have caused that this time.” Ravio softly murmurs as Link takes in the sight of the other’s completely empty hands. He’s both grateful and incredibly ashamed that he feels relieved by something that should be so obvious.
Nonetheless, Ravio’s voice holds no malice nor blame. Just as slowly as before, Ravio raises his hands up until he’s cupping Link’s jaw and tilting his head up to meet his gaze. Or rather, the hideous gaze of that horrible hood of his. Link snorts at the ridiculous sight and leans into the gentle touch.
“... It’s fine. Sorry for opening my eyes.” He’s still not sure why exactly Ravio wanted him to do this, but he has nothing to worry about. This is the same Ravio as always. If he couldn't trust Ravio, he couldn't trust anyone—and quite honestly, Link never wants to reach that point.
A chuckle, “Just listen to me this time.” Ravio playfully places a hand over his eyes to block out his vision. Link decides to play along with a huff and closes his eyes again, letting Ravio have his way with his little idea. But the hand doesn't retract and Link can feel Ravio’s heistance even without being able to see him.
“I will.” Link says, then upon realizing that there was probably too much of a gap between Ravio’s statement and his own, he clumsily added, “Listen to you, I mean.”
The giggle Ravio lets out sounds genuine, and Link tries not to frown like a child would pout, as he’d undoubtedly be called out for it. But his unintellectual response serves its intended purpose of relaxing the unusually nervous rabbit. Ravio finally pulls away but doesn’t step back. Instead, the faint rustling of fabric is heard again.
“Mr. Captain Hero, sir?”
“What?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Link’s first thought is, ‘I’m pretty sure we’re doing this whole maybe-relationship thing in the wrong order.’, and his second is the realization of, ‘He took off his hood.’ Link resists the urge to take a peek of the face Ravio so resolutely hides with all his might. Ravio has never broken his trust before, and Link absolutely refuses to be the one to be the one to break it instead. He pours so much determination into keeping his eyes shut that he’s late to notice he hasn’t given a response to Ravio’s request.
“Yeah, sure.” He nods, completely and totally smooth. It isn’t as if this is his first kiss, and he’s not the type to get nervous over something as minor as kisses. But also the thought of Ravio finally trusting him enough to remove his hood—even with the condition of him not looking—has him feeling like a teenage boy sitting alone with their crush for the first time. It doesn’t help that he’s pretty sure what he feels for Ravio has long since exceeded the mere casual interest he had before.
He's hyperaware of Ravio’s every following action. Fingers lightly graze along his jaw until his cheek is being caressed again—yet this time, it’s impossibly more gentle. He’s not used to such careful treatment and it only causes his nerves to intensify. He finds himself gulping as Ravio’s fingers bury into his hair, lightly scratch his lower scalp, and ultimately give their all to build up the most nerve-wracking kiss Link has ever felt in his life.
Which is over before he can even fully process the fact that it's happening.
It's quick and light, nothing more than a chaste peck and completely unlike what he was expecting from someone like Ravio. It also leaves his face beet red.
“Oh, if I'd have known I could've made you blush from something like this, I would've done it ages ago!” Ravio's voice is embarrassingly giddy and clearly more than eager to tease him. Link instantly realizes that Ravio is not going to let this go for a very, very long time.
“Alright, alright, laugh it up.” He groans, pulling away from the cradle his face is being held in, “You've had your fun, can I open my eyes now?”
“Absolutely not, I'm not done kissing you yet.” Ravio grabs his face again and forces it back up, Link grunts but doesn't fight it despite his put-on frown.
“You asked for a kiss, singular.” Link points out with a quiet grumble. Lips peck his forehead briefly to silence him.
“And now I'm taking more.” Says his rabbit in a singsong. Link’s lips quirk up in a smile to match the one he cannot see but can hear.
“Scammer.”
Ravio tsks lightly at his fond insult.
“How many times must I tell you that my business is honest and true, hm?”
“Absolutely nothing about your business is honest or true.”
Ravio gasps in mock offense, “I cannot believe the so-called Hero would do such a cruel and vile thing as slandering a good-hearted and honest man! I demand retribution!”
“Oh? And how exactly are you going to obtain that?” Link cocks his head to the side, brow raised in question.
“Well,” Ravio's hands free his face, only to slide over his shoulders as the rabbit settles down on his lap, “You can't slander me if your lips are too busy being kissed.”
“Hm.” Link hums as if pondering the statement, “I suppose that's true.”
“It is. So you're going to sit right there while I get my rightful retribution.” Ravio rests his forehead against his own. Link has long since stopped trying to fake a frown, instead he smiles and gently nudges back in an affectionate headbutt of sorts.
FCAU!Mikey from Cabin 7(Up) pranked you with...oh, guess he doesn't want to prank you with a water balloon full of 7Up and has instead offered you a refreshing drink! What a nice welcome!
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"Thank you!" Vt!Leo smiled taking it. People would probably be very pissed if they got hit with 7up. Rip to anyone who actually throws ut.
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FCAU is based off the movie fight club! it’s with the human vers of undertale characters
also it’s (mostly) community ran! if you wanna try like getting a character approved you can send it to @hypurion or me (i’ll send it to hypurion)
for example: i’m making fell (a dude that bets and sometimes fights) and ccino (the medic and guy that brings in food every now and then) while hypurion’s working on nightmare and a (maybe canon maybe not) arrow
we have a discord server (link below) for it but it’s unfinished and not active at all (probably because there’s two people in it!)
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All the novels she's read and all her genteel education...
...Never taught her how to read the sky for signs of an oncoming storm. She's not totally clueless; she knows dark clouds mean rain. This torrential downpour that cascades down as though the forest's leafy canopy was made of sheer muslin is something else altogether. The ground is muddy and the wind tears at her cloak. The horse is uneasy; clearly she's not used to these conditions either. She's relieved when the downpour lessens to a drizzle.
She tries not to think of the trail she must be leaving in the mud. Many people ride horses. This isn't the same horse she escaped on. Gaston's probably not back from his hunting trip yet and won't know she's gone.
But he's a hunter and a tracker and she's one more prize for him to pursue. He'll see the chase as a challenge.
She hears a howl in the distance. Some bird...? Not a nightingale, that's for sure. And it doesn't sound much like a mating call either.
The howls are growing louder and she realizes what's making them, just as the horse rears up and runs.
WOLVES.
Then a branch crashes into her mid-section and she's suddenly on the ground and the horse is galloping away.
The howls follow.
Soaking wet, Belle picks herself up and walks slowly in the opposite direction from the one the horse took.
After a bit, the ground starts to rise, and then the trees break and she sees a forbidding castle sitting atop an equally forbidding hill. She debates her options. She's a woman alone and she has no idea who lives here. It may be some ruler's seasonal residence; it could belong to a robber baron—or a witch, for that matter. She must look a sight. Nobody would take her for Lady LeGume, drenched and filthy as she is, her hair muddy and matted, her clothes clinging to her shivering frame. Miraculously, the rose in its glass container has somehow survived it all intact.
She's all but resolved not to approach the castle after all, when lightning splits the sky. A moment later, the thunder responds and then the heavens open anew with nearly as much rain as before.
Belle is about to raise the hood of her cloak when she realizes how useless an action that would be. She can't stay outside in this. She'll die of exposure or be eaten by wolves. It's the elements, the animals, or the castle.
Steadying herself, she heads for the hill. There is a path of sorts leading up to the castle door and her boots squelch and leave muddy footprints on it as she ascends.
Cold, wet, miserable, and bruised, she lifts the iron ring and raps as smartly as she dares.
