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Vitri Week Sunday (Day 7) Appearance and AU

Sorry I know this is super late but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it. Lovingly crafted this pair of yakuza on The Sims 3  ✌️ did the best I could without using custom content, although I had to take some liberties with their hair and outfits. What do you think? Eh? Eh? I have plenty more pictures coming up if anyone is interested. 😉

[squick-writes]

Losses and Gains

Submitted for #ViTri Week - ★ 7/06 Wednesday - (Im)perfection ★

Warnings: body-shaming, vomiting, Trip has bulimia

Summary: Trip must learn to cope with all of the ways in which he is not like Virus. He struggles with their differences much more than he lets on.

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The scientists of Toue’s research lab had always firmly restricted their diets. It wasn’t until Virus had left and gotten permission to take Trip out of the facility with him on work assignments that they were reintroduced to the marvels of convenience store junk food.

Virus wasn’t particularly fond of the lower grade snack products - chips, cookies, candy, and other insubstantial foodstuffs - but to Trip it was the familiar taste of his childhood.

There were plenty of new things to try as well. He had never sampled a majority of what a typical Midorijima mini mart had to offer and bought one of everything he could afford. Some of the things they found on the shelves made him sick; others he didn’t care for and never finished. Many of them he liked and incorporated into his regular schedule, almost like a tradition whenever they passed by the place where such foods were sold.

These habits gradually took their toll on his waistline, however, as Trip’s physicians were quick to comment on.

“But I wouldn’t worry about it too much,” they said with a smile as they prodded him in the fat. “Weight gain is normal during puberty. You should eventually grow out of being chubby like this. Just make sure you’re eating right and getting enough exercise, alright?”

Eating right was out of the question. What was the point of living longer if you couldn’t spend it eating whatever you wanted? Trip hated vegetables - their texture, their taste, even their colour. He didn’t need a doctor to tell him he had to lose weight either. He had already noticed that he was getting bigger than Virus - not in height quite yet, but in width.

No matter what he ate, Virus was shaped like a beanpole. His once cherubic face had become more narrow over the years. When asked by Trip how come he had never gotten fat, Virus explained casually, with his eyes still on the pages of his book, that he simply had an excellent metabolism.

Trip didn’t think it was fair that Virus could eat the same things as him and not be affected. Although, he did tend to consume much more of whatever it was...

3 muffins throughout the day compared to the one Virus took for himself, an entire container of chips at a time, whole snack bars... It felt good to eat. He wasn’t going to stop. He was a growing boy and it made him ravenous, but it was also just satisfying to chew or suck on something. Trip enjoyed mashing his food into little bits and playing with the warm sodden mass that resulted from his efforts, pushing it around in his mouth with his tongue before he swallowed.

What didn’t feel good to Trip was noticing how much pudgier his hands were next to Virus’s long fingers and slender wrists. That seemed wrong. Trip found himself staring at them more and more - he couldn’t help it - and silently comparing. Virus had no excess weight, no visible fat deposits anywhere on his body. He had always been a picky eater.

Their hair and eyes were the same now but Trip was rapidly morphing into an entirely different subset of person. He had thought it would be easier to deal with people the way Virus did - by faking niceties instead of punching people - but he was now being treated on a completely different scale. People liked Virus, his soft angular features and his cheerful, calculated little smiles. Nobody liked Trip.

The other children were teasing him again, just like they had about his red hair and freckles. They said he was a dirty pig. Not that he really cared what they thought. They were all just horrible ugly monsters anyway, even worse than him.

Trip may have felt like he was a beast trapped in a cage, but he still considered himself a level above the rest.

And yet, he would always be one level below Virus.

If you stood them side by side, you could now easily pick Trip out of a line-up. The fat one. He didn’t fit in with Virus any more than he could fit into his uniform from the previous few months.

Trip found this disturbing on a very profound level.

When one of their counselors began educating them on eating disorders, it gave Trip the solution he needed. He thought it was a great idea; he could eat whatever he wanted, then simply puke it back up again. Nobody would have to know. He liked to throw up anyway. It made him feel better.

If Virus noticed that he always excused himself to go to the bathroom right after meals, he made no comment.

By the time Trip was fifteen, he had lost the puberty weight and stopped purging as regularly. Now that they were wandering the city on assignments for Toue Inc. it had become inconvenient. However, he was soon faced with another problem.

He was still bigger than Virus.

No longer because he was chubby, but because he was gradually getting taller. As a growing young man, Trip’s pleasure at being the same height as Virus was short-lived. The extra weight had melted off, leaving him roughly as fit as his older companion, but he had begun to take notice of other differences which rubbed him the wrong way. Trip’s feet were too big; his chest was too broad, his shoulders too wide. He learned to compensate by slouching, in the hopes that he wouldn’t be called out as the tall one.

It only grew worse from there.

The more exercise they got, the more Trip built up muscle. He liked lifting weights and working to stay fit - he found it a suitable alternative to throwing up all the time, which had the side effect of degrading his dental hygiene and overall health - but when his thighs and bulging calf muscles began to stand out, it made him feel just as uneasy as gaining any other kind of weight.

Trip had somehow never noticed the differences in how Virus chose his work-out routine (deliberately selecting activities that focused on endurance rather than building strength). He could only wonder how Virus managed to stay so lean.

“We’re just built differently,” Virus explained to him tiredly. They had been through this before. “It’s in our genetic code. That’s all.”

Eventually Trip came to terms with it and learned to deal with the fact that he would never physically be Virus’s equal. He would always be taller and thicker and that’s just how it was. The powerfully built one. It wasn’t such a bad thing.

So, he settled for being at his own peak physical condition to work off his eating habits and meanwhile continued to co-opt Virus’s peculiar sense of style. Whenever they wore matching clothes and accessories, it helped Trip feel like he belonged. He wasn’t sure what was the same about him and Virus, exactly, but that much at least made it obvious that there was something.

He supposed that was enough for him.

⚜ End ⚜

[squick-writes]

Untitled Drabble

Completed for #ViTri Week - ★ 7/05 Tuesday - Cohabitation ★

Summary: Trip has been a terrible housemate since forever ago.

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Despite their difference in age, Virus and Trip were asked to briefly share a dorm in Toue's experimental facility due to Trip's previous history of violent behaviour toward the other children. His indifferent attachment to Virus (and his comparable docility when in Virus' presence) had not gone unnoticed by the staff, who seemed to decide that pairing the two boys together would be the safest option for everyone involved. At least the stress headache of filling out all the conflict resolution paperwork for Trip's casualties could now be avoided.

Trip was allowed to claim the top bunk without argument from Virus, who accepted the bottom on the premise that he would find it less inconvenient to get in and out of bed every day if he didn't have to climb a ladder. He regretted this choice immediately; Trip had some rather obnoxious nighttime habits, such as forgetting to use the bathroom or brush his teeth before going to sleep, or getting hungry in the middle of the night. The larger he grew in size, the more difficult it was for Virus to sleep while Trip clumsily shifted around in the bed above him. The ladder shook noisily every time he climbed down from it.

Less considerate than Virus about how his actions affected his roommate, Trip also tended to walk into their shared bathroom at some very inopportune times.

"Trip, I'm in here," Virus insisted. He gripped the pale yellow shower curtain he held closely around his waist and torso even more tightly.

Trip ignored him and headed straight for the toilet. "So? We’re both guys."

Virus made sure to request getting his own private room as soon as he was able.

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Although privately he was somewhat annoyed at being stuck with a kid six years his junior, it was mostly only because of the effect on his social standing with his other peers his own age, which in truth he didn't particularly care about anyway. Trip was certainly more interesting than the rest of their group, and so Virus tolerated having him constantly at his side until he finally departed the facility.

Even then, Trip followed him. He had been given his own apartment, of course, but as far as Virus knew he never used it. It was possible he had never been there.

It had surprised Virus, if only a little bit, to find Trip standing outside his door on the day of his release, wearing his usual dour expression and carrying a slip of paper with the apartment number on it. Virus was unsure why he had let him in, when he was no longer under any obligation to tutor him. His brief position as Trip's handler (a job which he hadn't bothered to take seriously in the least, allowing Trip to run wild and do pretty much whatever he liked while accepting his paychecks from Toue's company) had technically expired when Trip got out of the facility. They did work together now but that didn’t mean they had to start living together again as well.

However, since it had proven so difficult to remove Trip from where he now slept on the couch that it seemed he might as well be living there anyway, Virus didn't mind ordering another bed and giving up his spare room. Trip was only a minor disruption to his schedule.

It came fairly naturally for them to fall into their old patterns of cohabitation again, after that.

⚜ End ⚜

[squick-writes]

A Duel In The Clock Tower - Pt 1

Submitted for #ViTri Week - ★ 7/10 Sunday - Appearance / AU ★

Warnings: unfinished chapter, oops I slipped and accidentally wrote this really in-depth DMMD Hogwarts AU all in one night several months ago, extremely self-indulgent headcanons abound ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Summary: It feels as though Harry Potter has sort of been falling out of fashion among some crowds recently (me for example - enjoyed all the books when I read them yet never once touched Pottermore or anything like it) but here’s an excerpt from an unpolished attempt at a crossover knowing very little about the lore of the extended series. feat. Virus and Trip’s weird relationship, them doing homework, eventual magical shenanigans. IDK just take it ヽ(⌐□_□)ノ ✐ 📖

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A low, muted bell chimed dimly from across the room as the clock struck a new hour. It was getting late. Virus settled back against the black leather sofa cushions, his eyes lingering on the enchanted parchment which lay spread flat upon the glass table in front of him.

The Marauder's Map had come into his possession when he had been made a Prefect - a gift from the Headmaster, presumably in exchange for the loyalty he had shown in his extracurricular activities. At the moment, he was using it to observe a fellow student between sessions of studying chapters from his arithmancy textbook; for reasons unknown, the little dot marked Koujaku was proving surprisingly dogged in its attempts to navigate the castle's halls after curfew.

"I wonder.. Why does he keep trying to get into the hospital wing?" Virus mused to himself, redirecting Koujaku away from the infirmary yet again with a few lazy flicks of his wand. These sudden movements were not appreciated by Hersha, which uncurled itself from around Virus's wrist and dropped to the floor with a slight hiss. "I don't understand it. He knows not to go and visit Mizuki now. Maybe I should have been more specific when giving the instructions..?"

At that moment, the door to the Slytherin common room opened and Trip appeared in the stone archway. Immediately spotting Virus, he came straight through without hesitation while the student who had let him in sloped off toward the dormitories alone. Trip helped himself to a small fudge brownie from one of the dessert stands, having made a direct bee-line for the sofas, before flopping down on the nearest open seat. He didn't bother to make further eye contact, although he must have felt Virus watching him curiously.

It wasn't all that unusual to find him here.

Except for that Trip was three years younger than Virus.

And in Gryffindor.

He was larger than the other boys, even having skipped Fourth Year, with naturally red hair, freckles, and a rather dour expression, and showed no sign of stopping his growth spurt any time soon. More recently, he had somehow changed the colour of his hair to imitate the exact shade of platinum blond which Virus himself possessed. It was an odd change to look at, especially in combination with the spell which they had both used to change the colour of their eyes during a Transfiguration lesson.

Virus was not entirely certain how he felt about having a much younger doppelganger following him around the school. Technically, it was his job as Prefect to keep members of other Houses out of the Slytherin common room - particularly those from non-magical families, such as Trip. He just simply couldn't be bothered, for various reasons. Sure, he enjoyed flaunting his authority over the other students and being able to patrol the corridors whenever he wanted but apart from that his only interest in the position had been in gaining the privilege of access to the Prefect's bathroom. He didn't take his duties very seriously.

Besides, Trip had never seemed to do much harm.

Not that it mattered to him either way, but Virus had done some research of his own into Trip's apparent lack of magical heritage. Everyone who paid attention to that sort of thing was quite sure he was Muggleborn; there were no records of his family name inside Hogwarts and indeed, Trip himself had confirmed in conversation with Virus that he had grown up in a household without magic. Simply out of curiosity, however, Virus had done some digging in his own spare time and managed to trace Trip's surname back through the years until it had resurfaced in connection with an older magical family some decades ago in Germanic-speaking countries. Satisfied, Virus told no one of his discoveries. He had never even mentioned it to Trip.

Most Gryffindors would probably feel uneasy in the Slytherin dungeon, intimidated by the eerie quiet and the dim, sickly green lighting underneath the lake. Trip did not seem perturbed by the atmosphere in the least. Virus had caught him napping on the common room sofas on more than a few occasions, and once had even stepped on some part of him while getting out of bed on his way to the boy's lavatory.

Since Trip mostly kept to himself (and Virus), no one else even seemed to notice he was in the wrong House anymore. Their own teachers seemed to ignore his presence in every class.

In fact, part of why Trip had been allowed into Fifth Year early was because after three years of following Virus around, even during lessons, his level of wizarding knowledge was so far beyond that of the other students his age that he had become bored in his own classes and proved to be a distraction to the others' learning. Baffled, their teachers gave Trip a special mix of both fourth and fifth year content to supplement his unusual education and otherwise allowed him to do what he liked, with permission from the Headmaster. Virus himself didn't mind tutoring him on anything he had missed and helping him with assignments.

The question was, why had Trip decided to come stand by him? Virus wasn't sure if even Trip knew the answer. It had just always been that way since Trip's first day at Hogwarts, when he had been Sorted into Gryffindor and sat down at the wrong table. He had looked so confident in what he was doing, sitting next to Virus, that no one said anything despite their confusion. The cheers from Gryffindor had faded. The Sorting continued as if nothing was amiss. Perhaps it was assumed that they somehow knew each other, or that everyone else had simply not been paying attention. Maybe they all thought they had misheard. Regardless, Trip had been there ever since.                                           -

"So, how does it look out there tonight?" Virus asked finally, breaking the silence in the common room.

Trip shrugged, grabbing another bite of his second fudge brownie. The melted chocolate only smeared further onto his skin when he attempted to lick it from his fingers. "Nothing weird going on. Coast seemed clear."

"Well, even so, I think we'd better wait until a bit later this evening," hummed Virus thoughtfully. "I'd like to finish this assignment first. Did you bring yours with you?"

Trip paused, then withdrew his wand and pointed it at the doorway. "Accio homework," he muttered. It took roughly twenty seconds for the parchment to come zooming through the common area and into Trip's lap. He ignored it for a moment in favour of finishing his snack, then dusted the remaining crumbs of chocolate off his hands and scooted toward the coffee table.

Virus watched him with a slightly perplexed expression. "Wouldn't it have been better to Summon your entire schoolbag?" he questioned.

"..Can't I just use your stuff?"

"I suppose so," Virus sighed, folding up the Marauder's Map and putting it away.

They worked separately for some time until the bell tolled another hour, at which point Trip got up and came over to Virus for help. Virus corrected his answers easily, then set down his quill and braced the palms of his hands against his knees, stretching out his back with a slight pop. He glanced toward the grandfather clock at the opposite end of the room.

"Well, it's after eleven. Shall we go?"

Earlier that week, Trip had picked up on some rumours that a group of Ravenclaws had begun inventing new offensive spells and had formed another illegal after-hours club to practise them in secret wizarding duels against other students. One such private meeting was supposed to take place late this evening, around midnight, near the Clock Tower. They had a long way to walk.                                            -

It was a quiet, uneventful journey through the winding passages that led out of the dungeons and into the main castle. The soft amber glow from the covered candlestick-holder illuminated the rough-hewn stone walls, mostly devoid of tapestries until they reached the upper floors, whereupon Virus began consulting his map again. There were a small number of black dots which had begun to congregate near the courtyard on the way to the Clock Tower.

"It looks as if they're already on their way," he said, his thin eyebrows rising over the frames of his glasses in surprise. "Should we try to head them off?"

Trip gave a short laugh. "Let's do it." He wore a cruel, lopsided smile as he picked up the pace beside Virus.

Together, with the help of the map and a few shortcuts, they quickly discovered the corridor in which the Ravenclaws had gathered and slowed down to eavesdrop on the low voices which still carried around the corner to where Virus and Trip were now lurking.

"Didn't he say," a girl interrupted someone else, raising her voice somewhat and sounding angry, "that if he wasn't back yet by now, we should just go on ahead and meet him there?"

"She's right, my dude. Let's not just wait around here to get caught."

Trip grinned. "Too late," he said aloud, rounding the corner. Virus followed him, tucking the Marauder's Map away into his robes as he passed the wall that had concealed them from view.

"Ah~" said Virus with a suave smile when he was greeted by five dismayed Ravenclaw faces, three of which he vaguely recognised. "My, my. What are all of you doing here?"

"None of your business, slither prince."

"Just go back to your basement and leave us alone."

Hersha poked its head out from Virus's sleeve, tongue flicking repeatedly.

"That's not a very nice way to speak to a Prefect.." Trip warned in a low, dangerous tone.

"Right?" said Virus, feigning surprise. "It's not very polite, especially considering their situation. Shouldn't be wandering around the school this late at night.. should they?" He looked back to Trip, putting his fingers to his chin in mock thought.

"Nope," said Trip. He was already fidgeting with the wand in his pocket.

"It's dangerous," Virus continued more matter-of-factly, "when all of the professors have gone to bed. You could be seriously injured and nobody would be around to help you." He sighed. "Ahh.. As a Prefect, I really ought to do something about this. But.. maybe.." He glanced again at his younger companion.

"Trip?"

"Yeah, yeah," said Trip darkly, grinning once more as he pulled out his wand and advanced on the group of Ravenclaws. "I'm on it."

Virus stood back with a smile of his own. It gave him so much pleasure just to watch.

⚜ Part 2 ⚜

[squick-writes]

Domestic Vitri Headcanons

Compiled for #ViTri Week - ★ 7/05 Tuesday - Cohabitation ★

What is their first residence like? Have they moved a lot? Who cooks and who cleans? We just don’t know. ¿ But we can guess.

Warnings: brief mention of ViTriAo bad ending, vaguely referenced their masturbatory habits too

Summary: I’m not sure if this is an acceptable format for a ViTri Week submission but I figure people probably like to compare ideas on this sort of thing, right? I know I certainly do. So here’s a kind-of masterpost of my take on Virus and Trip just living together - neither as friends, family, nor lovers. 😉

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- Without being influenced by Virus’ schedule, Trip can wake up at any time from 4:30am to mid afternoon. If Virus isn’t awake yet, he’s fine with just doing his own thing, usually surfing the web and/or watching tv (especially cartoons, at a quiet volume) until a reasonable hour to start the day. When he’s tired and on a routine, he stumbles groggily out of bed and straight into a shower first thing in the morning to let that wake him up. Trip takes less time to get ready but somehow still manages to use up all of the hot water. Like Virus, he wears cologne (but sometimes applies way too much by rubbing it heavily onto his neck).

- Virus usually manages to get up around 7am every morning regardless of how late he was up the previous night. On the rare days when he makes his own coffee first, he uses the more expensive grounds and checks social media and the news on his Coil while he waits for it to finish brewing. Most days he lingers in bed for a few extra minutes, uses the bathroom, has a nice long shower, and is ready to go by 8:45. He takes better care of his skin than Trip does and preens on little details like his hair and nails for twice as long. When he is ready to leave the house, he is READY - immaculate in appearance, with his clothes finely pressed.

- It takes them about an equal amount of time to initially spike their hair up. Trip does his separately, on his own or in his own bathroom, and has never once asked Virus for help or styling tips, so his end result always looks a little different (even though they get their hair cut at the same place). Their bangs being parted on opposite sides is not intentional mirroring - Virus just switches the direction of his whenever Trip attempts to copy him again. Eventually he will take the hint..

- Usually, they both go out for breakfast and get coffee together before work. Trip prefers coffee to tea but will only drink either with a ton of extra creamer and sugar added. Virus enjoys tea in the afternoon. They eat most of their meals out of the house, get lunch at various restaurants while patrolling the streets before finding somewhere else to go for dinner, or just grab those little pre-packaged and store-prepared foods from the nearest convenience mart and take those home/to the car.

- Trip drives, always. Virus doesn’t like having to pay so much attention to the road and other vehicles and he hates traffic jams, which tend to happen a lot in the more crowded parts of Midorijima. Meanwhile, Trip gets restless when he’s a passenger but generally keeps a cool head as the driver. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ However, most of the time they spend in the Old Resident District they just walk everywhere anyway. Sometimes public transportation is unavoidable but they both hate being shoved into a cramped space with so many other people. Virus usually picks a corner and Trip acts as a barrier between him and the rest of the world, stops the filthy commons from breathing too much of his air.

- The special jobs bestowed upon them by Toue Inc. and the yakuza mean they spend much of their day touring the island; they get home late most evenings, if they get back at all instead of finding a hotel somewhere closer to their next-day destination. Rather than providing them with any real sense of home, Virus’ apartment is just another place they can sleep and relax.

- Their evening routine varies depending on the day and how much work they still have to do. When he has time, Virus likes to pamper himself with long baths before bed, often taking a glass of white wine and an e-book in with him. Sometimes along with Hersha. Let’s pretend it’s because snake skin has some sort of gentle exfoliating effect and not because Virus is in fact a weird pervert with a sexually functioning robot animal companion capable of stimulating his erogenous zones. Oh who are we kidding...

- What they do in their own bedrooms is none of each other’s business but between you and me, I’m pretty sure Trip has a few lewd magazines purchased from a retro sex shop in the Old Resident District. Virus prefers videos, usually of the kinkier variety. He has a private laptop for just such occasions (the quality is better than on his Coil’s holo-screen). Trip tends to look at the same thing over and over but Virus is always seeking out new content. His tastes can be very experimental. As long as it’s something different to keep him from getting bored.

- When they’re both in the mood to just chill and pay attention to something, Virus and Trip will watch certain television shows together, especially crime dramas with an overarching plot. Neither of them really care if they miss a few episodes here and there. There is definitely something very wrong with them.

- On his own, Virus prefers the medical genre and science shows but generally reads more than he watches tv. Trip likes watching predatory animal documentaries, boxing and wrestling championships, and cartoons. He has a strange habit of putting the television volume on mute and just reading the subtitles intently even when Virus isn’t trying to focus or get any work done.

- When Trip isn’t falling asleep on the couch, he’s falling asleep sprawled out on his stomach on top of the bed, often still wearing his clothes. If he remembers to take them off, it’s nothing but slim boxers or pajama bottoms. Virus wears fancy pajamas to sleep in because he’s fancy and isn’t that the whole point of being rich, being able to wear fancy pajamas? wtf Trip

- Sometimes they will go to the membership gym at night and use the “special privileges” granted to them by their reputation with the yakuza to work out after hours when no one else is there, or else Trip will just lift weights at home while sitting on the bed or watching tv. He makes the most use out of the gym - the only exercise machine Virus has ever deigned to try in public is the treadmill. Otherwise, Virus prefers to just do light workout things like push-ups at home when no one is looking. 👀

- They do occasionally go jogging together some mornings, but only because Trip started following a short distance behind Virus to see why he kept leaving the house so early (wearing distinctly more casual sweatshirt hoodies and baggy pants than his usual attire). Naturally, Trip was caught - it’s hard to miss his figure even on a busy street - and Virus questioned curiously if he wanted to just come along next time. They both feel healthier for doing it, and Virus enjoys having yet another opportunity for people-watching whenever they stop to have a drink of water and re-tie their shoes.

- While outfitting his new apartment, Virus purchased a fine set of silverware, plates, glasses, and other eating utensils in case they ever entertained guests. He can’t be bothered to impress Trip, however, so they rarely use any of the fancier things. Instead, they just keep a box of disposable plastic forks, spoons, and chopsticks in their kitchen drawer and mostly eat things out from whatever containers they originally came in. Their fridge is filled with leftovers, if it’s not empty. It’s Trip’s responsibility to sort through them and throw things out, although Virus will often supervise from nearby and give him directions.

- Trip can actually be asked politely to perform a lot of basic grunt work tasks, as Virus quickly discovered (and hesitantly began to use to his own advantage) and he will usually do whatever is requested of him without making a big fuss, almost like it’s nothing. As such, Trip’s duties can range anywhere from reaching for things on the top highest shelf to getting their clothes over to the dry cleaners (they don’t do their own laundry). If it would be inconvenient for Virus, he gets Trip to do it. [For example, when they’re hiding Aoba and can no longer hire a maid, Trip takes over most of the cleaning because for some reason the noise from the vacuum gives Virus a migraine. WEERUS NEEDS TO LIE DOWN. He still has to clean the dust off his own canopy bed though, somehow. Picture that for a minute please.]

- Neither of them usually kill any spiders or other insects that find their way into the apartment. That’s a job for their AllMates.

- Trip will also make phone calls for household services whenever they need something delivered (or repaired) and can be depended upon to get the point across with just a few simple sentences and yes or no answers. One thing he is not allowed to do is order food for both of them, because he can never remember Virus’s exact preferences (even if he’s sitting there right next to him giving him instructions while he’s on the phone). Trip isn’t stupid, by the way, he’s just distracted. He can’t be bothered with much that requires him to focus.

- In return, Virus handles the finances and keeps track of their day-to-day appointments. He can get a little impatient with having to constantly remind Trip what is on their agenda but he doesn’t really mind. It’s not such a big deal.

- Both of them do the grocery shopping, usually together. Otherwise Trip comes home with nothing but instant food, junk, and desserts. Uirusu, meanwhile, has a pretentious palate which includes a lot more greens than Trip is used to. Only the finest cooked steaks for him.

- Virus thinks it’s fun to cook for an interesting hobby. When he does the grocery shopping alone, he typically only buys expensive ingredients for making food from scratch. Unfortunately for Trip, that usually means there’s not enough left in the cupboards for him to snack on and he might spend a few minutes just sulking around the kitchen, staring dolefully at the empty shelves. Sometimes he will resort to eating leftover dry cereal straight out of the box, just for that satisfying crunch.

- On the rare occasion that Virus actually feels like going to the trouble of making a meal, he will enlist Trip’s help with the preparation. Trip is less picky about making messes and getting his hands dirty, which makes him better at handling raw meat, kneading bread dough, whipping any kind of batter, etc. He just goes for it, gets the job done, says “oops” when he inevitably spills something, and cleans it up no problem. Virus tends to be more careful and precise, which, while not necessarily a bad thing - it’s good for measuring ingredients and dicing vegetables - does make everything take longer.

- Both of them wash the dishes afterward, or rather, Trip washes the dishes and Virus dries them on a hand towel. If Trip puts anything in the dishwasher, Virus takes it out again and rewashes it himself later because all dishwashers are crap. Even in the future. We’ve got lifelike androids but we still can’t invent a functional dishwasher. C’mon now, step it up Toue Inc.

- Trip orders most of his sweets and baked goods from a delivery service. He doesn’t make any of them himself and neither does Virus, who can only bake scones and other basics without getting impatient. Trip is all about instant gratification when it’s just him and there’s no greater purpose, meaning he would rather not bother with preparing his own meals and is generally a if-it-takes-longer-to-make-than-a-poptart-no-thanks-I-don't-want-any kind of guy.

- While he enjoys eating and trying new things, Trip can also get bored with his food halfway through. It’s not uncommon to find things like an ice cream sandwich with a couple of bites taken out of it lying about the house in strange places because Trip didn’t feel like eating it after all and abandoned it somewhere to melt instead. Welter disposes of his leftover snacks whenever he finds them, upon Virus’s instruction.

- Oh, also, Trip feeds Welter, even though he’s really not supposed to due to the whole robot animal with no digestive tract thing. Welter is not always on board with this, as it requires more frequent visits to the maintenance office.

On that note, I have written a lot so I’m going to stop here. If you read all of this and got all the way down here, wow congrats, you are a dedicated ViTri fan. 👏 You’re welcome to let me know what your own thoughts are too. I enjoy hearing other people’s headcanons. Maybe we could compare. Talk dmmd to me.

It’s doubtful that anyone will but you can also make requests for more information if you’re curious about any of these points or things I haven’t mentioned. If it’s something to do with Virus and Trip, I’ve probably already thought of it. I spend way too much of my daily life thinking about theirs ahaha

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{ Vitri Week - Day Three: (Im)perfection / Intoxication }

『 Virus hated his eyes. How their color changed. How the surgery managed to fix his previous altered eyesight, but brought an other flaw to his eyes. How he now couldn’t see the world in color without his glasses.

Trip hated his red roots. He hated that part of him that still managed to find its way through the bleach. That part of his past, of when violence was his only way to have peace, before Virus’ light entered his life. That part of him that make him painfully different from his partner.

They both hated and loved their scars. They were the proof of their past, of their life. They were the proof of their differences toward others. But they also were the physical witness of their shared past, of what they both went through. The proof of their link. 』

The headcanon of Virus seeing in black and white without his glasses belongs to @serpentiem.

Here you go. I won’t be able to draw anything for vitri week during the next four days as I’ll be in a con during this time, but I’ll try to catch up and do it during the next week. 

I hope you’ll enjoy this drawing ~

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{ Vitri Week - Day Two: Education / Cohabitation  }

I have this headcanon that at first in entering the facility, Trip didn’t know how to read. Wether it was because he’s a foreigner, or no one bothered to teach him because of his behavior, he didn’t know how to read. And it’s actually Virus who decided to teach him to read in the books he used to read, back in the facility. Trip actually learned fast.

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Merry Christmas Aoba

Submitted for #ViTri Week - ★ 7/04 Monday - Seasons / Allmates ★

Warnings: ViTriAo, after the bad end. Aoba’s POV. Implied sexual favours.

Summary: Aoba reflects on how his captors celebrate various holidays with him on a whim. I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist making some overtures to one of my larger works in progress which deals with their life in the new country. Don’t hate :<

(S)quick note: In other news, I never knew how many times I’d written the words “masturbating” and “massage” until I tried to do a quick search for “-mas” in order to find all my X-mas/Christmas headcanons in Notepad. Whoops. Enjoy.

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Christmas.. Here, it's surreal. These traditional lights and decorations.. The smell of gingerbread and synthetic pine trees.. Everything is all so familiar, reminding me of the days I used to spend with Granny, and yet...

I don't know how to feel.

Virus and Trip really went all out with the extravagant holiday displays this year. Ordering all of these festive wreaths, tinsel garlands, candles and flower arrangements must have cost a lot. They've filled up the usually empty halls and rooms I'm allowed in, making the atmosphere brighter and cheerier somehow. It would be nice if it weren't coming from the worst of places.

The worst kinds of people are the ones who brought this here to me. I have to remember that.

Still.. sometimes, when I look at it, something inside me feels better. I must be broken. I know I'm miserable, but it almost makes me.. happy? to see these things again. Not quite happy, I guess... I just feel a sad kind of appreciation for it all. Only for a moment. And then the numbness returns.

I don't know if they're telling the truth about how long I've been here with them. Their decision to celebrate the holidays with me on a whim is my only way of determining the passing of the seasons. But they could be faking it to mess with me. I wouldn’t know any better. I've lost all sense of time.

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Just what I guess was only a few months ago, although to me it feels like it could have been days, weeks, or even years, Virus and Trip got dressed up in costume to go to a Halloween party for their work colleagues. They left me alone while they were getting ready and didn't say anything much at first until they emerged from their rooms. I was really surprised that they didn't match.

Virus had disguised himself as a gentleman vampire, complete with decorative cane, lush velvet-lined cape, and glue-on fake fangs, and Trip was a cowboy wearing his own various Western accessories. He fiddled with his faux leather chaps and the classic red kerchief around his neck, seeming vaguely uncomfortable, as Virus approached my corner with a bright smile on his face.

"We're going now, Aoba-san," said Virus, dragging me up by my arms to help me stand on both feet before leading me a few steps over to the couch. "You've been very good lately, hasn't he, Trip? But I'm afraid we'll have to leave you behind for now. Or did you not even know it was Halloween? Fufu." His smile widened and he laughed quietly at the confusion in my eyes.

"How would he have figured that out?" Trip droned shortly. He was holding his head at that slightly crooked angle which I had learned implied he was discontent with something. Rather than staring off into the distance as he usually did, however, his shocking blue eyes were resting on me instead. "Not like it matters to him anyway. Couldn't we just stay home with Aoba? I don't get why we're going to all this trouble."

Trip's face was dull and expressionless as his gaze lowered to the fork of my exposed legs. I know what he’s thinking. I'm too accustomed to their casual scrutiny to be embarrassed. They have seen everything by now. It doesn’t make sense that I am, but I can be comfortable in their presence. I guess I just don’t care any more.

"It's important to mingle every now and then," Virus explained with a sigh in his voice while he bound my wrists, "especially as we haven't been working there for very long. We want to make a good impression." Finished with making me useless again, Virus turned his face back up to mine with a smile and stroked my hair. "But I'm sure we won't stay very long. We'll come back home to play with you again soon, Aoba-san." He paused for a moment, chuckled to himself, then leaned in closer to murmur against my neck, "Maybe even.. while we're dressed like this.. a little roleplay, perhaps?" He purred, and I could feel the pointed tips of his eyeteeth grazing the skin below my jaw. I shivered. If he were to bite me now, surely it would hurt more whether those fangs were real or not.

"Ah.” Trip grinned suddenly and lifted his horse whip and the coil of rope that had come with his costume. "I could use these."

Virus chuckled again. "Now you're getting it."

As it turned out, they had returned home considerably later (and drunker) than expected. Tired and keen to get out of his itchy, cheaply-made costume, Virus immediately disappeared into his bathroom with his cape and waistcoat folded haphazardly over one arm - the open fireplace they had been sitting beside at the party had apparently been too hot for so many layers.

Trip had already torn off his ill-fitting chaps in the car and left them in the trunk. He was missing several other pieces of his costume altogether. All he had left was the wide-brimmed hat, which he fanned himself with slowly as he slumped down on the sofa without a word. Too much alcohol tended to make Trip even more taciturn than usual, and sometimes more violent. But he only watched me with a surly expression for a few minutes before leaning back and using the cowboy hat to cover his face for a nap. I just sat still and listened to the sound of water running in Virus’s bathroom, unsure of what they might still have planned for me.

Virus didn’t emerge for some time, and when he did, it was without his cosmetic fangs. Evidently (although I didn’t hear this from him until later) one of them had broken off while he was trying some candy at the party and so he had removed the other one so as not to look foolish. The thought of Virus smiling with only one fang still in place is kind of amusing. As a plus, it meant that he wasn’t in the mood for roleplaying after all; in the end, he went straight to bed after his bath and I was spared the attention from either one of them. Times like those are rare.

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This Christmas, it seems I will not be so lucky.

They told me they don't usually do much for the holidays on their own. So I guess all of this is for me.

I heard them complaining that they didn't get the same kind of perks from their new job and reminiscing about the gift baskets that Toue Inc. would send them at this time of year. In the absence of such company goods, it looks like Virus and Trip have chosen to spoil me with that sort of thing instead. Of course, it's probably all things that they themselves would have wanted. That's just how they are. For example, what I'm wearing - they've dressed me in nothing but an inappropriate Christmas sweater (to match theirs - I think. I don’t know what the English says on the front.) and red socks with white lace fringe that end just above the knee.

It's.. more than I'm usually given to wear, but somehow it feels even more humiliating.

I don’t even know what they’ve bought me as presents yet. Earlier, when Virus was holding me closely, he leaned in and whispered in my ear that Mr Santa had brought some interesting new toys for them to stuff into my stocking, whenever I wanted to go and look at them. They haven’t made me check the beautifully gift-wrapped packages under the tree yet either but from the way they were both leering at me when Virus said that, I’m afraid of what I’ll find.

"Oi, Aoba," Trip says out loud from where he is reclining on the sofa with a half-sucked candy cane hanging out of the corner of his mouth. "C'mere.."

He has picked up a sprig of holly from the coffee table in front of him. I can only imagine what he wants. Reluctantly, I crawl across the floor until I'm on my knees beside the couch. Glancing back over my shoulder, I can see Virus watching me fondly from the kitchen as he pours a generous amount of brandy into what is presumably a mug of eggnog, judging from the carton next to him. I hate eggnog. I hope they won't make me drink any. They probably will.

They seem to like forcing things down my throat.

"Aoba.." Trip repeats. While I was distracted, he started dangling the holly leaves over me. "Mistletoe.."

Virus comes up behind me and swoops in quickly to steal a kiss from my mouth, retreating with a chuckle before I can protest. Ah, he spilled some from his mug... but he doesn't seem to notice or care. They'll just make me clean it up sooner rather than later if I point it out. I reluctantly meet Trip's gaze again. His eyes not leaving mine, he slowly moves the sprig of holly until it is now hovering over his groin. It takes a moment to sink in but I feel a jolt once I realise what he wants me to do. Does it matter that my mouth is still sticky with peppermint candy? He probably won't mind. I reach out hesitantly to open up his trousers. I already feel sick.

Happy Christmas to me.

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