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corie-is-writing · 1 year

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↳ ❝ [S Y N P O S I S] ¡! ❞

Y/n L/n, a simple minded reader, is one of the biggest fans of a popular web novel, Twisted wonderland. In their shock after finding out it has ended, they froze in the middle of a busy street and got hit by a truck.

Dizzy and confused, they have awoken in a coffin in the world they adore so much, and must use their knowledge to survive and stop the boys from overblotting.

↳ ❝ [M A S T E R L I S T] ¡! ❞

↳ ❝ [THE CRIMSON TYRANT] ¡! ❞

˗ˏˋ Finally, becoming a student! ´ˎ˗

Kind of a short and boring chapter, slower updates for now cuz school just started a during sunday, sorry!

Crowley darts his eyes left right, looking at you pouting in your seat, pushed on to it by Deuce, and the angered beast on his own seat, not making eye contact with you.

"I've been meaning to ask, but.." He sweats, "What happened between these two?"

Ace sighs, "Grim ate a rock off the floor and Y/n tried to make him throw it up." He explains nonchalantly.

Deuce shudders at the memory. "They suddenly had the strength of a hundred bears, Ace and I barely managed to pry them off Grim."

"...I see.." Crowley blinks, before relaxing in his seat. "In any case.."

Then he sobs.

The cards and the beast flinch, taken back by Crowley's sudden burst of crocodile tears.

"Oooh....Ohhh.... OOOOOHHHHH!! Sob..!!"

"WHAT'S WITH THIS GUY??" Grim questions, staring at the crying crow.

"In all these that I've been headmaster.." Crowley suddenly calms down, speaking again. "For the day to come that students of Night Raven College to hold hands and defeat a common foe!" He cheers.

"What?! I did not hold this guys hands!" Deuce shouts, disgusted.

"I would never do that either, gross!" Ace gags, before raising a brow. "Wait, how old are you, Headmaster??"

"I am overwhelmed with emotion." Crowley ignores the question, looking at you. "This incident confirms it. You are without a doubt a future beast tamer!" He exclaims, pointing at you.

"Students of Night Raven College are budding mages chosen by the Dark Mirror. But due to their excellence, many of them turn out to be prideful, egoistical, and self-centered individuals who never give a thought about cooperating with others."

"You're really not saying anything good.."

"You cannot use magic. But maybe, precisely because you cannot use magic means you could give instructions to magic users and get them to cooperate." Ouch

"Surely a mediocre, run-of-the-mill human like you is exactly what this school needs right now!" Double ouch.

"He's just insulting everyone now!" Ace widens his eyes.

"I have no doubt that your existence is essential to the future of this academy." The masked man begins again.

"So says my intuition as an educator. Along with rescinding Mr. Trappola and Mr. Spade's expulsion, I shall give you qualifcations to attend Night Raven College as a student."

"EEEHHH?!"

"Cool."

Crowley coughs into his hands, ignoring your lack of reaction. "But, there is one condition." He says.

"You can not use magic and complete all your lessons, that's where Grim comes in."

Said beast's ears perk up.

"You have proven to me that you possess enough talent to become a mage." Crowley continues. "Therefore, I shall enroll you two as one student."

Grim's blue eyes light up as he hears this, bewildered. "Fggnaa?! I can go to this school too..as a student?" He asks.

Crowley nods his head."Yes, provided that you don't let ever an incident like yesterday occur again! Do we have an agreement?"

Grim stays silent, still not believing his ears. "Fggnaa..W-we..we can.." His words don't come out.

Your eyes soften and you smile, clapping your hands lightly. "That's great, Grim!"

Grim smiles, jumping out of his seat. "Fgggnnaaa! I did!" He cheers.

Crowley then opens his drawer, taking out a shiny crystal. "Well then, I shall give the symbol of your status as a student of Night Raven College. A magic crystal." He says

"Whoa! A magic crystal?" Grim widens his eyes in surprise, staring at the gem.

"It is the norm for students to have their magic crystals in the form of a magic pen." Crowley explains.

"But, You wouldn't be able to grip it in your paws, right? It is a special custom."

Crowley begins to smile, a sign he's going to praise himself. You immediately tune out his voice.

'Oh, I wonder if Ace would like to eat dinner with us.' You think, you need him to not steal the tart if you don't want Riddle to overblot.

"I did it!" Grim brings you out of your thoughs. "I'm so cool! I got my own special magic crystal collar~"

"Listen, Y/n." Crowley calls. "As you can see, Grim is not accustomed to human society. It is up to you to make sure he doesn't cause any trouble!" He says.

Ace smirks, laying a hand on your shoulder as he chuckles. "Look at you! School's just started and you're already a prefect?"

Deuce brings his hand to his lips. "I see. There's only two of you in your dorm.." He mutters. His fist hitting his palm as he smiles. "So monitoring Grim makes you a prefect!"

"Pufft!" Ace laughs. "Isn't that unheard of? For there to be a prefect who is unable to use magic."

His gaze softens and he gives a genuine. "Nice. It's cool. A superviser who is unable to use magic!"

You smile along with the cards and the beast, "I'll do my best!" You exclaim.

"Good luck, prefect." Ace says.

"I see, a prefect." Crowley murmurs. "I do have a work request.. and having a title makes it very conve..I mean wonderful!" He corrects himself.

"Prefect, I entrust you with this."

Crowley hands you a familiar camera. 'I almost forgot about this.'

"This is nicknamed the 'ghost camera'." The crow says, your eyes glued to the camera as you observe the littlest detail.

"Ooh, my grandma's told me about those." Ace mentions. "It's a super old magic tool, right?"

"It's not that old.." Crowley sighs, displeased with the description. "It's true this may have been invented during your great grandmother's time, or your great-great grandmother's time."

"There is a very unique spell cast on it." He explains, "It not only captures the subjects' form, but also a part of their soul."

Deuce raises a brow. "A part of their souls..?" He questions.

"Memory: A fragment of Remembrance" is another name for it." Crowley says, "Further more, the most interesting thing about this camera is that the souls of the photographer and the photographed become deeply connected and the memory in the photo comes jumping out!" He finishes.

"It comes jumping out?" Grim asks, the crow nods.

"Depending on how close the subject and the photographer are, the picture could move like a video." Crowley explains. "Or bring to life the situation in the photo. Fascinating, right?"

"Bring the photo to life? It's lkke a ghost photographer!" Deuce exclaims.

"Yes, therefore it is called a 'ghost camera.'" Crowley says.

"People would scream 'ghost!' in surprise when the memory comes jumping out."

"A camera for freaking people out.." Ace furrows his brows, who would make something like that?

"Prefect." Crowley turns to you. "Please take photos of Grim and the other students to leave behind many of your memories of your lives in this academy." He says.

"La-lalala~ Take lots of cool photos of me~" Grim sings.

"Be sure to leave a memory especially when someone misbehaves. It's the most suitable way to report to me, Right?" The headmaster speaks. "To give you such a rare item, does my graciousness know no bounds?"

"Thank you headmaster." You smile.

Crowley smiles back at you, "It is already late. Let's save the detailed conversation for tomorrow." He says, "Return to your dormitories, everyone."

You all nod and leave the room. Grim finds his way in your arms as you picked him up.

"La lala~" Grim begins singing again, "I start as a student of Night Raven College tomorrow. I'm gonna leave you all and take the top spot!" He says.

Ace furrows his brows. "You talk big for someone who is only half a student.." He sighs, "Anyways, it's fine." You see his eyes soften slightly.

"We're classmates tomorrow, Prefect, Grim." Deuce speaks up, smiling.

"I'm glad to attend here with you guys." You say with a smile.

The tip of Ace's ears turn red as he scratches the back of his neck. "Saying stuff like that is really embarrassing, will you stop?"

Deuce chuckles. "That's true. Even if we don't want to, we're going to see each other everyday. I'm even in Heartslabyul with this jerk." He points to Ace, making him glare.

"The thought of having to see Mr. Serious mug everyday makes me sick." The ginger gags.

"That's my line, truant Ace."

"You guys are still fighting?"

A familiar voice joins in the conversation, you all look up to see the ghosts from the mainstreet.

"GAAHHH!" You all scream, you feel your heart jumping out of your ribcage.

"GRIM! FIRE!"

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"

The beast still follows your orders, and a he breaths out a burst of flame aiming for the ghost.

"How rude! I don't wanna talk anyway..!" The ghost's voice echoes as he disappears of to who knows where.

Grim pants, shaking. "It's that ghost again..."

"Who even are they?" You ask. Ace turns his head to you.

"You seriously don't know?" You raise a brow, making him facepalm himself. "Right, another world.." He mutters, recalling you telling him of your situation on the way to the Hall of Mirrors.

"He's the Mainstreet Ghost, randomly appears a few years ago and mostly sticked to the, well, Mainstreet." Ace explains, "He quickly became popular outside of NRC because of him helping others or spooking them."

"And everyone is okay with him staying here..?" Grim asks, the card duo nod.

"He's seen in a good light thanks to his navigations and information about the great seven, so the headmaster just let him be, I guess.." Deuce says.

'None of that is helpful to finding out why he isn't in the story.' You groan.

"Oh, yeah." You perk your head up. "You guys wanna eat at our dorm? Dinner must've already passed at your dorm."

Ace shakes his head, "Nah, I'll just eat whatever is in the fridge." He says.

"I'm not that hungry either." Deuce mentions, "It's already late anyway, we shouldn't impose."

"It's not imposing if I'm inviting you." You sigh, "Oh well, don't steal a tart or something."

Ace raises a brow, confused by your words, but doesn't question it.

"I'm hungry!" Grim says, raising his paws like a toddler.

"I know, I know.. Let's just eat leftovers." You mutter, he seems content with that.

"As long as it tastes good it's good for me!"

𓆩♡𓆪

The roses are painted bright red with brushes held by card soldiers, singing as they do so.

"Hurry, hurry! We have to paint them all red!" The Ace of Clovers rushes.

A small blonde girl clad in blue raises a brow, "Why do you need to paint a roses red?" She asked.

"Well, the fact is, Miss." The Two of Clovers begins. "We planted white roses by mistake."

"The Queen, she likes them red," The Ace of Clovers continues. "Of she saw white roses instead, each of us will quickly lose our heads!"

The blonde gasps, putting a hand to her mouth. "Goodness!" She exclaims.

"Since this is the part we dread," The Three of Clovers speaks up. "We're painting the roses red."

Your head begins to ache at the sound of the door banging loudly, Grim turns and groans at the noise.

'I just told him not to steal a tart..' You scowl, getting up from the bed already.

You and Grim walk to the foyer, you immediately open the door to reveal a collared Knave of Hearts.

"Ace, what're you doing here this late.. Gah?! And what's with the collar?" Grim questions, looking at the heart-shaped collar on Ace's neck.

"I'm never going back to Hellslabyul ever again! Starting today, I'm going to join your dorm!" The ginger announces, surprising Grim.

"You WHAT?!" Grim shouts.

"How about we talk about this inside?" You say, letting Ace in.

You go to the kitchen to make some tea while Ace and Grim go over to the living room, sitting down on the torn couch.

"Geez, this place is a mess." Ace darts his eyes around. Grim huffs, crossing his paws.

"If you wanna be apart of this dorm then deal with it!"

You return with a small tea set that you found in the cupboards and the kettle, pouring tea for everyone in the room.

"Thanks." Ace smiles, blowing on the hot tea.

"So, what exactly happened?" You ask, sitting down.

"That's the same collar that red-haired senior put on me during the entrance ceremony." Grim mentions, "What's it doing on you?"

"I ate a tart." Ace replied nonchalantly, sipping on his tea.

"Huh?" Grim blinks. "A tart?"

"You heard me. Literally just that." Ace sighs. You slouch in your seat as you cross your arms.

"Didn't I tell you not to? Truly, you are such a knave."

Ace looks at you with confusion, raising a brow, a signal for explanation that you did not get.

"There were three whole tarts! So I just took one slice!" Ace yells. "Then that tyrant of a dormleader collared me for it! Saying something about them belonging to him." The ginger huffs.

"........"

"You're both in the wrong here, y'know?" Grim speaks up first.

Ace finishes his tea. "Don't you think it's a little much to seal my magic because of one tiny tart? It's like having my arms and legs chained up." He says.

"Besides, there were three whole tarts in there! There's no way he can finish them."

"If there were that many tarts, don't you think it might be for a party?" You ask.

"Yeah, like a birthday party!" Grim adds.

"A birthday party...?" Ace mutters, looking down as he thinks.

"Did you apologize?" Ace furrows his brows at your question, clenching his fists.

"Isn't this the part where you say he's being to much of a power freak?" The ginger pouts, you just shrug your shoulders.

"You're also at fault for eatin his food." Grim says.

"Just apologize to him tomorrow."

"Fine, whatever." Ace grunts, displeased with both of your reactions and lack of sympathy. "But you're coming with me! This is your idea afterall." He adds.

"That's fine with me." You nod.

"So, where should I sleep for the night?" The knave asks,Grim gives him a puzzled look.

"Wait, you were actually being serious?" The beasts questioned. "All the rooms but ours is still a mess. Better get scrubbing." He tells Ace.

"Bleh, I am not cleaning up." The ginger then turns to you. "I'm practically a noodle and won't take up much space, so let me stay in your room!" He begs.

"Sure." You smile.

"W-wait. Seriously?" Ace blinks, surprised by your quick answer.

"No."

𓆩♡𓆪

You were at the door before the Two of Spades even knocked, unlocking the door as he did.

"Ah, good morning prefect." Deuce greets. "Is Ace here?"

You simply nod. "He's eating breakfast with Grim, wanna join us?" You ask.

"No, it's fi-" You don't let him answer as you drag him and throw him on the chair, a plate of eggs and sausage already on the table for him along with orange juice.

"Deuce? What're you doing here?" Ace asks in between bites.

"I, um, heard what happened from the other residents." Deuce says, dazed as his eyes are fixated on the plate of food.

He then turns to Ace, a look of disappointment on his face as he breathed out. "You really are an idiot." He mutters just loud enough to be heard.

"Shut it! I don't wanna hear that from you!" The ginger grumbles, "By the way..Is the dormleader still mad?"

Deuce shakes his head. "Not really. He looked a little irritated at these three guys who missed morning roll call...The most that happened is they met the same fate at you." Ace gave him a questioning look as he furrowed his brows.

"That's your definition of not really?! He's angry, no matter the way you toss it!"

"Ah, Ace." You speak up, finishing your food. "Have you found a way to apologize?" You ask.

"I hate this so much. Why am I the one apologizing?" The ginger groaned.

"We've still got time before class, and I'm curious about other dorms." Grim says, "Let's go on a wander while we go watch Ace's apology." He suggests.

"This isn't some kind of show!" Ace yells.

You all have finished your breakfasts and found your ways in the Heartslabyul dorm. The heart shaped rose bushes everblooming, complimenting the red and white dorm with heart patterns.

'No wonder it's called Heartslabyul.. ' You think to yourself.

"Woah! This is gorgeous!" Grim exclaimed, turning to look at every sight in his view. "It's so much better than whatever ours is!"

"Crap. I've gotta hurry and get these roses painted." You hear a mutter from nearby, Grim's ears perk up as he does too.

"Hey, someone's here." He says, the card duo and you follow the beast to near where the maze is.

You see buckets filled with red paint, some spilled on the ground and one knocked over. Footprints were left behind and there are some white roses standing out from the red ones, paint on the roses still drying.

You see a certain diamond on the ladder, his eyes and mind focused on the roses and nothing else.

"Hello?" Your voice startles him. He turns to you, and see how his green eyes shined brightly under the sun and how his ginger hair is of a lighter shade of red than Ace.

"Hm? You guys need something?" He speaks.

"What are you doing with that?" Ace asks, pointing at the buckets of paint and the brush in the diamond's hands.

"This?" Cater raised his hand. "Can't you see I'm painting the roses red?" He replied dryly.

"But why?" Deuce looked perplexed.

"Ahh, it's been a while since I've got to see cute reactions like this. Actually, aren't you guys the students who destroyed that 10,000,000 chandelier yesterday?" The card duo and the beast sweat at the question.

"Ugh..We're never gonna stop hearing about this until graduation." Ace exhaled.

"And you're the one who added on even more punishment by stealing the dorm leader's tart that very same night!" The diamond pointed at him.

"I feel so lucky meeting you guys! Hey, hey~! let's take a selfie! Yaay!"

None of you have time to decline as he instantly whips out his phone (or maybe it was always in his hand?) and points it it himself and everyone else.

"Can I put this on magicame? Tell me your name so I can put you in the tags."

"I'm Deuce Spade.."

"Ace."

"Grim and my henchman!" You flick him away.

"It's Y/n." You correct the beast.

"Boop! And up it goes~" The green eyed diamond smiles,tapping on his phone. "Oh yeah, I'm Cater Diamon, I'm a third year." He finally introduces himself.

"You can call me Cater or Caycay, nice to meetcha~"

"This guy is really carefree." Grim mumbles, trying to bite your ankle as revenge for flicking him away like crumbled paper.

"It's nice to meet you too." You say, smiling.

"Ah, you're the student that became the prefect for Ramshackle dorm!" Cater points out. "You seem to be setting in pretty well. That place is so dark and unmagicammable!"

"Man, this guy really doesn't shut up does he?" Grim tries to speak. Keyword being tries, as he is current muffled by your hand to keep him from biting you and what ever noise comes out of him is barely understandable.

"What am I doing? I don't have time to chitchat!" Cater slaps his cheeks lightly, holding onto the brush with a firmer grip.

"Can you guys help me paint the roses before the party tomorrow?"

"But why are you doing something so weird anyways?" Ace tilts his head.

"Because red roses at a parth are the most photentic I guess?" Cater brought his hands to his lips, shrugging his shoulders after. "I've also gotta color in the flamingos for the croquet march, so mt hands are full right now."

"You have to color in flamingos?! Your chores are so weird." Grim says, staring in disbelief at the boy.

"So the tart Ace at was going to be for the dorm leader's birthday party..." Deuce mentions outloud. Cater raised his brows.

"Ummm...No? They're for our dorm's traditional 'unbirthday party.'" The ginger says. "The dorm leader chooses a random day that isn't anyone's birthday and we have a tea party."

"The heck kind of tradtion is that?!"

"Worry about that later! Just focuse on painting the roses red!" Cater looks to you and Ace. "Since neither of you can you magic right now, here's some paint."

Deuce widens his eyes in surprise as he stares at the ginger. "W-we can change color with magic?"

"I've never done something like that!" Grim exclaims.

"Don't worry! You're amazing upperclassman CayCay will help!" Cater does a peace sign as he strikes a cutesy pose that makes you die on the inside.

With your brush in hand, you begin painting. Making sure none of the white is shown.

It would be no good if Riddle beheads another person even before his overblot.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst mc #riddle rosehearts #twst #twst fanfic #twst reader insert #twst riddle #twst yuu #twst ace #twst grim #twst crowley #twst deuce #twst cater #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond

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sparrowsortadrawzzz · 6 months

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my take on Reverse!Omens :D

okay so before i share anything, I'd just like to say that it was my friend @leoontheair's idea to make the entire universe swapped instead of just the two! so thank you for working on this with me and letting me bounce ideas off of ya! ^^

so in the beginning, everything is the same, uNTIL the rebellion part- so in this universe, Lucifer actually won, so God is just kinda in Hell seething- so all the angels kicked God and Her supporters out. Aziraphale was a moth angel who attempted to defend God, anddd..yeah, he fell, taking the name Azarien. but, he still has a lilll bit of angel in him (cuz he just like. rejects the fact he's a demon shgjdj i mean whatever works-!) A: his eyes never change, so he made them look that way around demons, but eventually just started wraring contacts when they were invented, and B: whenever he gets stressed tF OUT, he tends to chew on the knuckles of his fingerless gloves, and two lil strands of his hair stick up like moth antenna! :D he also has shiny blue/black eyes, oooh, aaah ✨️

he wears paisley ("Paisley is stylish >:(") and thinks he looks quite dapper in his little moth bowtie! he also owns a crystal shop, with crystals in the front and forbidden tomes and cursed artifacts in the back (including all the same forbidden bibles from the original book/show, just...rewritten-), much like a cursed/haunted museum. (calls Barry "Bare" and "Deary")

I LOVE HIM DEARLY. PROTECT.

now, Crowley on the other hand, is the archangel Baraqiel, Archangel of lightning and iii think stars? I'll look that up again* I just can't remember rn ajghshg anygays, he goes by Barry A. ("it's just an A, really" but..it isn't- it actually stands for Asterope, which is greek for "starry-faced" and "lightning") Raquel! they're an axolotl angel, and the actual fins appear in his hair when he is stressed as well. his eyes shine a burst of gold weaved through brown irises, and black scelera, so he wears orange-brown tinted glasses. they're still our stimmy adhd-filled star boy(gn), just tired from everyone's bullshit...and bro would absolutely say "bUt i DoN't wAnNaaAa-!" if one more nerve is plucked-

he wears a crystal tree of life necklace that Azarien gifted him, and wears a bit of a refined grunge, neutral-toned indie style. I have yet to draw out an outfit that I love on them, but until then here's the sketches he has so far!

he drives a yellow original Volkswagen Beetle with black trim that turns everything into ABBA (it still has the James Bond window transfers)

(they call Azarian Zari, fiend[former], my friend[former], and darling ajfhd) and let's just say finding out Azarien's eyes were normal crystal clear blue-into-green was...a bit of a conversation-

more to come!!

#the sparrow drawzzz #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #reverse omens #reverse au

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cointalks · 2 years

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I have seen 3 non human depictions of Scott empires season 2 wise, Avian, Llama hybrid, and Elf/Fae, I like all 3 so here is my headcannons for all 3.

-Avian Scott's naturally white, but he dyes them bright colors and whenever anyone sees him his wings are the first thing they notice and it can be distracting so he covers them a lot

-While Avian Scott was a kid he wanted his wings to be colorful but he couldn't dye them so he covered them in glitter which angered his parents, spite the fact that happened years ago you can still see a bit of glitter in his wings sometimes...

-Llama hybrid Scott has fluffy hair and his friends love to pet him. At first Scott was fine with the attention but soon it got overwhelming for him and Lizzie stood up for him, she seemed to relate to his struggle

-He loves dying his llama ears lots of colors and has lots of earrings made out of gold and other shiny things, however he only has a bunch of single earrings rather than a pair

-Elf/Fae Scott has a bunch of ear piercings, and has a lot of colorful jewelry. Other people have noticed his interest in jewelry and have given him things. Mostly normal jewelry strangest one he got was from Pix, It was a strange cracked crystal he found in an some old dead empire, I think it was called Rivendell? Stupid name right? Apparently it was some elvish town destroyed by a demon, the crystal is shiny though so he took it, that's fine right?

Sorry I went a little overboard lol

OOOH

okay I'm definitely drawing that avian Scott one later because I love that sm

#empires smp #i also like that last one 👁#xornoth is black listed so its okay 👍/j #i want to draw all of these might end up doodling them during break tmrw idk #coin answers the void #scott smajor #idk what tag people use lmao #mcyt #long post

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that-whore-arwen · 2 years

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You're visiting Odysseus soon right? Could you check up on him for me please? There's half a stack of Amethyst crystals in it for you if you do. -Soren

oooh shiny. and yeah he asked me something about raising five eggs or whatnot. think hes starting a chicken coop

#RSMP #gave me a heart attack tbh i thought he was pregnant

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sinmenon · 2 years

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========================= 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 / 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 - Fᴏʀᴛʜ Wᴇᴇᴋ - Fᴏʀᴛʜ Sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ (Day 1) =========================

- Only 16 combatants remaining - I hope nobody here has coulrophobia, because it is like Ronald McDonalds and It had a very messed up daughter. - Hakuno is still mulling over the meaning of killing people, and Archer reminds us that we ended up saving Rin. - Archer mentions that the hallways are now eerie silent, and now all that remains are either strong Wizards or serial killers -- both his area of expertise in kicking ass. - Some small talk with Rin who still baffled with us being able to survive the stunt we pulled. It is magic known as recklessness, Rin. - Sakura is going to give us her special lunch and not the default items - Holy crap, Rani is still alive even after her heart pierced. Oh well, during the battle Rin did mention that Rani was a homunculus of Atlas. - Hakuno being surprised that Rani survived and Rani asking what Hakuno is like the pot calling the kettle black. - Rani gives Hakuno a pendant and asks us to find glitch data in the arena. Basically, "find shiny thingie" - Lore dump hours at Library with Leo! tl;dr SPACE GRAIL! aka the Moon Cell. A super giant crystal that is recording a blueprint of our world. - Oooh shiny thing! - We run into Lil' Ronnie after touching the shiny thing. Ronnie wants us for lunch (as the lunch) - MAYDAY GAY DAY - The Servant is really having a boner towards Archer and "longs to pierce that supple body of his with his spear"

- That Harem Protagonist EX passive still works, huh? - Anyway, with them blocking the way we had to call it a day - Archer basically says "Ya crazy, girl" for being happy getting Rin's help

#[ ♦ ғᴀᴛᴇ in the MoonCell ʟᴏɢ ]#[ ♦ ғᴀᴛᴇ in the MoonCell ]

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thistle-whistle-ffxiv · 1 year

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For the one word prompt - Hope!

Something odd had happened to Gridania. Dozens upon dozens of strange carved pumpkins had popped up all over the city. Spiderwebs and banners of purple and orange had been hung from light posts and trees. Many of the citizens were walking around in strange costumes.

Something about the displays had gotten Pink more riled up than usual. Practically vibrating out of her own skin, she zipped around in little circles as they walked.

"Mhig! Mhig! Look!" She shouted, pointing at one of the strange pumpkins. Her eyes were wide, pupils round as saucers in that way that made her look somehow even more emptyheaded than usual.

"I see." Shiro said.

"I... don't? What's the pumpkin mean?" Azami interjected. Clearly they were not going to explain until she asked.

They both turned to attack her with the most pitying stares she had ever seen in her life. Like she were some street urchin who hadn’t seen a warm meal in days.

"Do they not have All Saints Wake where you're from?" Shiro asked.

"No?"

“It’s only the best holiday ever!” Pink decided to take over the explanation from there. She rambled at the speed of light about tricks and cookies and ghosts. Azami wondered how much of what she said was the holiday and how much of what she said was her own personal traditions.

“But I’ve never been to a big city like this one during the season, so I don’t know what kinds of fun things they do in the cities. But look at all the pumpkins! It’s amaaaazing!”

“I heard some folks talking about the circus coming in to put on a haunted house.” Shiro said.

“A… haunted? Like… with ghosts?” Azami asked, hoping against hope that she was able to mask the anxiety that had taken root in her heart. Neither of them would ever let her live it down if they realized…

“Not real ghosts. Just illusions created by magicks.” Shiro assured her. Pink whined loudly at the assurance for some reason.

“And… this is… fun?”

“So fun! Let’s goooo!” Pink shouted, grabbing Azami by the hand and sprinting off.

“Hey! Wait!” Azami huffed, digging her heels in to stop Pink from dragging her away. They had better things to be doing than… whatever this was. Like finding adventuring work!

“Come ooooon!” Pink whined loudly, tugging at Azami’s arm to get her to follow. Somehow, she reminded Azami of an overly excited hunting hound.

“I also heard that there is a prize in it for whoever makes it to the end.” Shiro said.

“A prize… like… money?”

“All I heard was a prize.”

“Better be fucking money.”

Azami set her jaw and let Pink take off. She could handle a ghost or two. She wasn’t even afraid of ghosts. She wasn’t afraid of anything!

Following the crowds, they eventually made their way into line for the haunted house. The line was massive, easily more than fifty people had decided to spend their afternoons being frightened out of their wits. For sport? Azami didn’t know if she would ever understand.

Gridanians had never struck Azami as a particularly rowdy bunch, but the energy in the line was palpable. At several points during the wait someone in the crowd had started what Azami could only describe as a group howl. A low droning ‘oooh’ had started somewhere up ahead of them and spread like wildfire.

Even Pink had joined her voice to the chorus.

Azami hoped that this would be over soon.

Inside the haunted house was no better. Their little group had been walked into a massive foyer. The whole thing had been done up to look as though it had once been very grand. Thick sheets of dust and cobwebs coated a chandelier that had once been made of shiny bronze and crystal. The once fine carpets were threadbare and stained with some dark substance that looked suspiciously like dried blood.

Two wings sprawled out to either side of a massive staircase. Azami wasn’t certain where the mansion had come from. She didn’t recall a place like this being here when last she had visited.

Was this… also part of the illusion?

A small imp appeared before them, apparently playing the role of their host for the excursion.

“Welcome to our haunted manor! Complete three of my terrifying tasks within one bell’s time, and you shall have a reward!” the imp announced, “You may enter any room you choose while exploring, but be warned! You are not the only lost souls in this manor. Should you be found wandering, well…” The imp trailed off ominously.

Pink was bouncing on the balls of her feet. Azami reached out to grab the back of her shirt before she rushed off without hearing the tasks they were supposed to complete. If she sprinted off on her own… they might never see her again.

Either because she had gotten caught, or because she had simply decided to join the circus. Either seemed as likely as the other at this point.

“I have scribed eldritch patterns on the floors of three rooms. One for each of you.” the imp continued, “Only when a mortal stands within each circle will i release you from this first task!”

Once certain they weren’t going to be given any further instruction, Azami released Pink. The girl sprinted up the stairs two at a time and was out of sight within heartbeats.

“I guess she’ll take the upstairs. Do you want to search the downstairs together?” Shiro said, watching his sister disappear behind a corner. An irritating smile flitted across his face as turned to Azami, “Oh, but splitting up would let us-”

“No!” Azami all but shouted. She desperately tried to scrape together the remains of her dignity before Shiro got the wrong idea, “I mean… t-together is probably…”

She couldn’t bring herself to look at Shiro. She couldn’t bear to see that smug smile of his. He thought he was so fucking funny! Well, she would show him. She wasn’t afraid of this stupid place. It was only illusions anyway.

“Do whatever you want. I’m going this way.” She announced, stomping away from him. He didn’t say anything as he took his place walking beside her.

Something, she couldn’t rightly say what, dropped from the ceiling. Loud cackling emanated from somewhere unseen. Some strange traitorous reflex compelled Azami to grab onto Shiro’s arm. She might have yelped. She couldn’t be sure.

They stood in awkward silence for a long moment, only the sound of rope creaking as whatever it was that had fallen twisted and swayed before them.

“Not a fucking word.” Azami growled, her face still buried in his shoulder.

Shiro gently laced his fingers through her own. His hand was so much larger than hers. It couldn’t have been comfortable for him.

“It’s alright. Your secret is safe with me.” he said.

It only took a little coaxing for Shiro to get them moving again. Slowly, making sure they were out of sight of the roaming circus performers, they strolled through the halls of this strange manor hand in hand.

Azami thought that maybe… she wouldn’t mind this going on just a little bit longer.

#ffxiv #writing prompt #fanfic #my writing #shepherd to the stars #How does what I wrote relate to the prompt?#I dunno #but this is what I wrote about it

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sailor-sun-18 · 2 years

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GENSHIN IMPACT

Genre: Fluff/Humor

Character: CHONGYUN

Featuring: Hu Tao the Master Matchmaker and Mona Megistus the Shady Astrologer

Part: 4/4

How to make Chongyun fall in ♡ with you

Hu Tao's personal guidebook!

RULE N°4: THERE IS NO NUMBER 4

Small cold droplets fell from the grey angry clouds. You stood under the roof of your school entrance, watching students giving each other quick hugs or chatting about assignments for tomorrow. Crystal tears fell on your hand, jumping at the contact of your palm. You thought about running under it, but it was too cold and with your luck, a cold was guaranteed. Already knowing that your mother would make you go to school even with a high fever, under layers and layers of scarves to keep you warm, you decided to wait for a couple of minutes.

Surely water would have mercy.

Yeah... no.

It had other plans and one of those was pouring down harder than before.

Unbelievable, were clouds mocking you?

You buttoned up the last buttons of your blazer, the end of the medical tape was caught between the threads, tearing a little bit. A small hiss escaped from you lips.

A certain blue haired lad stopped next to you, an unhappy expression moving his soft features into a frown at the sight of your nefarious enemy.

Oh...

Ooh...

Oooh...

So clouds weren't mocking you.

(You didn't need to know but Hu Tao and a forced Mona had set it all up and were watching you two, one proud of their work, the other annoyed.)

"No umbrella?" you found yourself saying before realising the stupidity of your question.

Chongyun hinted a small smile, "It seems so."

Silence fell. You wanted to say something to break it, but soon decided not to as it wasn't uncomfortable. It was okay if no words were exchanged, being in each other presence was enough for you (you hoped it was the same for him too).

With the corner of his eyes he watched you clumsily fumbling with your blazer. Suddenly his expression turned into one of worry. He raised his hands and when they neared yours, he hesitated, before clenching his hands into fists and taking yours with gentleness. Touching slightly your fingers (his cheeks were already becoming a pale pink), he carefully and firmly enveloped the colourful band-aids and short tapes.

"You must be more careful, if they come loose, your wounds will get infected."

You... well you... short-circuited.

Not hearing any answers, the young exorcist stopped. He raised his head and, after seeing you blank unresponsive stare, he realised he had grabbed your hands without your consent. He pulled back a few steps. The rosy colour became more prominent.

"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, embarrassed.

"I-I-No! Y-you... it's okay!" you were officially broken. His previous shame turned into worry.

"Are you okay?" your mind was screaming 'No' but you coughed into your hand, trying to avoid further embarrassment.

"Yes... uh- words stopped in your throat -thank you!" The volume of your own voice scared both you and Chongyun. Ashamed by your burst, apologies began to form on the tip of your tongue, but the sound of soft laughter paused them.

"You're welcome" a small cute smile adorned his lips, as a baby pink blush decorated his cheeks.

Cold droplets fell, their jumps echoing in a puddle.

"I'm sorry" you said as memories of the previous events replayed in your mind.

The ice eyed student looked at you, confused, a small 'why' escaping his mouth. You averted your eyes with a squeaky 'nevermind'.

"Pay, Loser." Hu Tao bent her fingers towards the palm of her hands. A small pouch of mora was placed on her right one.

"Here I thought I was going to win this time." grumbled an annoyed Xingqiu.

The brunette opened the small bag, marveling at the sight of shiny gold mora. The Guhua disciple sighed before walking towards his friend.

"Chongyun! Here, catch." A blue umbrella was caught by a startled exorcist, Xingqiu went to his side, an amused smile adorning his lips.

"I found it in the classroom, near my desk."

"Ah... thanks."

"No problem." he said, a hand over the gates. Cold tears jumping on his umbrella. The young student at your side clumsily opened his, revealing small white wisps painted on the canopy.

"See you tomorrow, [l-n]" and, with a nod of his head, he joined his friend.

"See you... tomorrow..."

Your slouched, a little sigh escaping from your lips, releasing all the previous tension. You smiled. A happy "Yes!"

Hu Tao gave herself a pat on the shoulder. Finally her hard efforts had born fruit.

Shifting her gaze to the old white clock on the wall, she remembered she had a job to do, but feeling a good person, she let you celebrate for a few minutes, until, with a humanly impossible speed, she ran under the rain, dragging by their arms both you and an annoyed Mona, who was complaining about her wet hat. A contagious laugh enveloped her happiness. Mona's fake disappointment broke.

You laughed like crazy, not caring if the next day, a cold would take your health in its grasp.

RULE N°4: THERE IS NO NUMBER 4

EPIC VICTORY!

#genshin impact #genshinimpact #chongyun #genshin impact chongyun #chongyun x reader #genshin impact hu tao #hu tao the master matchmaker #modern au #school #x reader #genshin impact x reader #mona the shady astrologer #x you #part4 #part 4

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phil-dwyer-stan-account · 3 years

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Okay so we’ve established that criticizing twilight because of sparkly vampires is the weakest critique. There are so many actual big reasons to criticize it.

But have you considered the point that I literally like shiny rocks more than I like men. I literally collect crystals. And I don’t want to encourage the stereotype that women are just obsessed with shiny things. But I genuinely love crystals so much. And this is not an Edward appreciation post but I see Bella’s point. If I saw someone made out of diamond I’d be like “oooh pretty 😍” too.

Like have you seen men? Sparkly rocks are an improvement.

#unfortunately this shiny rock man is Edward Cullen #shut up Addison nobody cares #this is literally so dumb but I’ve been thinking about it #twilight #twilight saga #crystals #vampire #twilight renaissance #twilight revival #Edward Cullen #twilight resurgence #twilight meme #bella swan #twilight shit post #twilight series #twilight rennaisance #twilight rennaissance #twilight renaisance #mine

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diamaker-moon · 3 years

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Moving Forward - Chapter 5

Chapter Five

First stake-out...

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She observes the young boy and hummed. She instructed Adrien to try and look around thinking that it might've been misplaced.

'I have a bad feeling about this. It's already bad that it's missing, but if my theory is right that it is in Ladybug's possession, we might be at a disadvantage.'

— previous chapter... —

Marinette was nervous. She doesn't know if she can pull it off.

She was currently crouching on a roof near the Agreste Mansion, waiting for any signal from the kwamis. She was already feeling a strain in her body due to wearing multiple miraculouses at once.

She was wearing the ladybug earrings, black cat ring, fox necklace, horse glasses, mouse pendant necklace. There was a slight change in the plan. She decided to do a stakeout in the middle of the night, that is why she also had a flashlight in hand.

If there are no open windows or any entrance to the atelier straight from the outside, she'll just create a portal. She was currently transformed as Multimouse. While the four kwamis searched around the mansion. After waiting a few minutes the four kwamis came back.

"Sorry bug, but all the windows are closed. And it can't be opened." Plagg said.

"But, the atelier is empty, Natalie is already sleeping and Gabriel as well. Their bedrooms are a bit far from the room." Tikki said.

Marinette thought about it. "Hey, Trixx. You think your illusions, can affect the security cameras inside the room if there is any?"

"Sure Kit. My powers are meant to be useful to you!" Trixx said.

Marinette nodded. She will need to divide into two, one to unify with Trixx for the illusion and another for Kaalki's teleportations.

"I hope this can work..." She mumbled before preparing to activate the mouse's special power.

"Multitude!" She activated the power and waited. She felt a slight change in her when she opened her eyes a copy of her is staring at her. She handed her the glasses.

"Mullo, Kaalki, unify!"

The gray, pink and black bodysuit was changed. The pink accents of her bodysuit were changed into a dark brown colour, while her mask was removed and the glasses act as her mask. Her ribbons in her Odango-style twin buns were changed from pink to dark brown. A horseshoe attached to the back.

"Mullo, Trixx, unify!"

He bodysuit turned into Multifox's look, all the pink accents on Multimouse become orange, and she has a white section on her chest similar as a result of the Fox miraculous influence. The pink section of her mask also becomes orange.

Multifox looked in the direction of the mansion, before grabbing the flute from her back and playing a song to activate the power. As short 'Mirage' and the illusions are up. The cameras will only see an empty room, and if the doors are opened they will see a dark empty room.

Multifox nodded to Multimare to open a portal.

"Voyage!"

She activated the power then a portal opened. They went through it to appear in the middle of the dark empty room.

"Mullo, Kaalki, divide." Multimare mumbled, releasing the Horse kwami. Multifox handed a small pouch that has food for the kwamis.

Multimouse is on guard duty, she needs to be on alert, while Multifox, Plagg and Tikki walk up to Mme Agreste's painting. Multifox pulls the painting to reveal a safe behind. She looked at Tikki who nodded before phasing through. Multifox flicked her flashlight 'on' once the safe's door opened.

She saw a picture of Mme Agreste, a book about Tibet, a ticket to Tibet, rolled-up pieces of old paper, and a shiny brooch, that is shaped like a peacock. The brooch has five segments. Its main colour is pale, light grayish blue-violet, while the crystals on the top of each segment are pink. The lower part has a silhouette body of a peacock as a single teardrop.

She had her jaw opened. Hawkmoth just leaves it here?! Wow... What a great keeper. She grabbed the brooch and clutched it in her left hand. Before grabbing the book about Tibet which only has words about their trip and nothing important.

She placed the book back, closed the safe then returned the painting back to normal. She then nodded to Multimouse, who immediately transformed back to Multimare, and opened a portal straight to her bedroom inside the dorm.

Kaalki was divided and handed a sugar cube to eat, before Multimouse and Multifox fused, leaving only Multifox.

"Mullo, divide."

Leaving her in a fox suit. She removed the illusion in M. Agreste's atelier before finally detransforming.

"Trixx, let's rest."

Finally leaving her in her pink athletic leggings and a cropped black shirt. She was still clutching the peacock miraculous in her left hand. She made sure she didn't leave anything. She had the pouch and the flashlight on the floor after getting dropped when Multimouse and Multifox fused back together.

She sat down on her desk chair with the disguised miracle box opened on the side of the table. The other kwamis flew towards her, while She was inspecting the miraculous.

"Tikki, I thought the Peacock Miraculous was broken?" Marinette asked while still inspecting the miraculous.

"Maybe Hawkmoth fixed it? He did have the Master Fu's tablet for a while..." Tikki reasoned out.

Since she basically stole the miraculous from Hawkmoth. She couldn't believe what was happening. One moment, she was alone fighting a magical terrorist that has two miraculouses that transforms themselves as Shadowmoth. Then suddenly, here she was, it was supposedly a stake-out only! Not a stealing stake-out! But... finders keeper, losers weepers!

Marinette sighed before attaching the brooch to her shirt and hoped for the best. the brooch changed into its new camouflage design, it was now rose gold in colour, from the five feather segments when it is charged to eight with pale pink crystals on the top of each segment, there was no design in the middle, leaving the brooch in a simple yet elegant look.

A dark blue ball of light popped out and swirled around her, after the light vanished a peacock-looking kwami appeared.

"Oooh! Hello! Huh?! Why do you have the other kwamis?! Who are you?!"

Some of the kwamis laughed at the new kwami's energetic personality, while Tikki and especially Plagg grumbled about how to keep the kwami in one place.

"Hello, Duusu," Marinette said then smiled at the confused kwami.

"I'm your Guardian, I have retrieved you from Shadowmoth's possession. I am sorry that I didn't get to retrieve Nooroo as well..." Marinette continued.

The peacock kwami gasped before nuzzling on the Guardian's cheek.

"Thank you! Oh if you could've seen him, his outfit was hideous! Poor, Nooroo! Please Guardian, save him as well!" Duusu exclaimed.

Marinette smiled, she removed the brooch to put it back in the Miracle Box. Duusu didn't get sucked into it since she had no intention to relinquish him, after placing it inside the designated area of the peacock miraculously, she opened the middle circle for the kwami once they want to return in the parallel universe inside the miracle box. She let the other kwamis talk to him, while she handles civilian duties.

She opened her website on her computer and replied to a few emails before responding to requested commissions.

Clara Nightingale is commissioning her for a set of four dresses that will be used for her brand new music video, that had a theme of stars, constellations, space etc.

It was a weird concept for her but decided to accept it, thinking it could be a challenge for her. She wrote a reply email then sent it to Clara before closing her computer and climbing up to her bed.

"I'm going to sleep, be careful okay? There's food in the other mini fridge for everyone, since someone's food is influencing the other's food." She said while giving a pointed stare at Plagg who had the audacity to look innocently at the young guardian.

"Goodnight, guys!" Marinette said in between her yawns.

A series of 'goodnights' was heard before Marinette finally drifted to sleep.

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"Is she asleep?"

"Yes, it's quite rare for her to catch sleep lately, I'm glad that this new change is giving her quite a good impact." Tikki said.

It was currently hard for Tikki's chosen. A Ladybug Miraculous holders are usually the leaders. Those personalities are needed to become a ladybug since they are the only ones who can purify an Akuma, cast a purifying spell, and with Tikki's creations of Lucky Charms, they needed to be a tactician and are aware of responsibilities.

She was proud of Marinette. Such a young child has a strong devotion to protecting the city while risking her life, but now the stakes are high for her. Hawkmoth is aware that the Ladybug heroine is the current Guardian of the Chinese Miracle Box.

If he manages to overthrow Ladybug he can gain access to the box, and the fact that her bug needed to repress her negative emotions down into the deepest voids of her soul after being targeted by countless akumas.

Tikki knew it was taking a toll on the young aspiring designer.

Being a superheroine that needs to battle akumas whenever and wherever is already hard enough. She needed excuses for her various disappearance every time there's an Akuma.

Having an emotional battle of trust and faiths between her and her former classmates, ever since the Liar appeared. It took everything in Tikki to not pop out of the designer's purse and chew the vixen herself.

Her series of achievements through various commissions by famous peoples in society.

And finally, this Guardianship that was handed to her during an unfortunate event. She lost her temporary heroes since their identities were exposed to Hawkmoth, the loss of her Mentor— Master Fu, and now the loss of her partner.

Tikki and even the other kwamis are curious about how she was still standing straight even though she was carrying a lot of responsibilities on her shoulders. The fate of Paris, France, the fate of the world, and the fate of everyone's reality by preventing Hawkmoth from achieving his goal, that can have a massive impact on reality due to how powerful miraculouses are.

"I am proud of your chosen, Tikki."

Wayzz said in a calm voice. "She took in the responsibility of being a heroine exchange for her time in her civilian life, and now, she chose to carry the heavy responsibility of a Guardian even though she can refuse it and pass it to someone else, leaving everything behind."

The other kwamis nodded at the wise turtle kwami's words. Tikki looked at them and smiled.

"I'm proud of my bug. She's a worthy ladybug and had shown how worthy she is despite her flaws. She made mistakes, but she chose to fix them. And now she's healing from the toxicity she had received in that place. Sleep well, Marinette..."

Chapter 4 — Moving Forward: Masterlist — Chapter 6

#miraculousladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #movingforward #AO3

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awwww the team ZIT meeting idea is so cute! It definitely fits for Grian to see this kid amidst witches and get curious, imagine he even receives some sort of magic crystal Scar's learning to make! could be a buggy one that's just ended up a very shiny gemstone-like rock, and it's become a pretty keepsake that ends up twined in metal wire so it can be attached to a necklace chain Grian then wears constantly

also oooh, input! honestly my first thought before sending the previous ask was like, Etho and Bdubs bumped into each other at some fancy event they didn't want to be at for one reason or another and spent it hidden away in each other's company, which could work with the olympics type event thingy! maybe there's some sort of after party and they're tired then run into each other and talk about the event

ohmy i love the idea of scar's magical crystal and it becoming part of grian's necklace!! maybe when they grow up and scar actually becomes good at magic, he enchants the crystal to keep grian safe aww

but omg etho and bdubs meeting at olympics after party!!! keralis got swooped up in the hype of it all with his friends, so bdubs is alone, and etho is just . a friendless only child lol bdubs approaches etho first, being the outgoing boy he is, and etho is a little flustered because !! this super fast (and super cute) boy is choosing to talk to HIM ?? but bdubs is just so easy to talk to and etho warms up to him quick omg this is so adorable etho just wants a friend :"")

#hermitcraft #hermitship #cheyasks #tzthcroyalau

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gamequeenanya · 3 years

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At the Beach - Roman + Ticklish!Reader

Contains: rib, side, tummy, navel, calf, and foot tickles.

You met Roman at the beach. There he was, flashing his perfect smile, wearing red and gold swim trunks, sunglasses, and sandals. You jog up to him, wondering what he’s doing here. He’s usually hanging out with his friends at soccer practice. Logan was his lab partner at school, and they sometimes hung out together at the library.

“Ah, you know. Logan wanted to know more about the beach for one of his projects, so here I am!”

“May I help you?” You ask. He nods.

“Come along, then!”

He walks with you along the edge of the shore, breathing in the fresh lake air. It’s really quite refreshing. He hopes it will inspire him.

You find a pretty stone on the sand and show it to him. It’s pink and blue, with shiny crystals.

“Oooh, very nice!” He puts it away into the pocket of his swim trunks. Excitedly, you run to show him a shell and a nearby feather. He grins.

“Thank you. These will surely inspire something!”

The two of you walk a little while longer. You start to feel a little tired. He lets you rest for a bit, pulling out a beach towel and spreading it on the sand. You climb on top of it, letting out a deep exhale. He lays down next to you, wishing you a good rest.

You stretch out your arms and put them under your head. Roman notices, but doesn’t say anything for a while. A few moments pass in the sun. He turns back to you, smirking.

“Say…” he says, reaching out to skitter across your ribs. “Are you ticklish?”

You giggle and push him away. He smiles.

“Aw! It looks like you are, fair peasant!”

“Peasant?!”

He nods. “Do you not like that nickname? How about something else, then, such as Giggles...?”

You shake your head. “Call me (y/n).”

“Alright then, (y/n).” He still smiles, giggling.

You wiggle around a bit more on the towel. There’s a long pause and it starts to get unbearable.

“W-why’d you stop?” You say. He blinks.

“Huh? Oh. Do you want more tickles? That can be arranged!”

He skitters up and down your ribs some more, wiggling his fingers between the spaces. You squeal with laughter, falling back on the blanket and kicking.

Moving towards your sides, he watches you attempt to curl up.

“Is this a bad spot?” he wonders. “Don’t worry, it’s bad for me too.”

You look up, anticipating his next move.

He suddenly scritches all over your sides, making you burst into laughter and wiggle around. You push at his hands.

“Awwww!” he says. “What a cute little lee!”

Blushing, you manage to push him away. He chuckles.

“Having fun? … Are you ready for more?”

“Just give me a sec.” You take a couple minutes to catch your breath. In the meantime, he sits and rests, taking in the surroundings. Finally, you turn to him, bringing his hand to your tummy.

Turning back to you, he smiles. Without warning, he massages your tummy.

Squealing, you roll over. It doesn’t stop the tickles. He expertly massages up and down, all over your stomach, making you laugh and roll back and forth.

Suddenly, his finger finds your belly button. Your laughter gets higher pitched and you flail around, kicking. His other hand holds you steady.

“Have I found a death spot, hmm? Are you ticklish in your little tummy button?”

You try to protest, but are laughing too hard. He swirls his finger around inside, making sure to get every millimeter.

You shriek, flail, and finally manage to push him off. Breathing heavily, you feel successful, but at the same time, you want more.

Reaching out, you lightly tickle down his calves.

“Hehehehe! Hey!” he cries. Curling up, he looks at you curiously. You’ve pulled back, and it doesn’t seem you’re willing to go through with revenge. “Wait a second.”

He smiles at you dangerously. “Does somebody want more?”

Shyly, you nod.

He shifts and crawls over to your legs. Picking one up, he squeezes the calf, making you kick.

Letting out a steady stream of laugher, you roll over again. But now it’s easier to get to your calves. Sitting on your legs, he holds both ankles and wiggles his fingers all over your lower legs. You shake your head and pound the ground with your fist. Then, he wiggles his fingers all along the bottoms of your feet! He even takes the feather you found and brushes it between your toes!

You laugh, and laugh, and beg for mercy.

Finally, he lets up. You gasp and pant for air.

After a few moments, he speaks.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?”

You nod. He gets off of you and helps you up.

Smirking, you lean in to whisper in his ear.

“Just you wait, Princey. I’m going to get you back when you least expect it!”

He gulps, chuckling nervously.

You walk back to your original beach location before deciding to break the silence. You put him into a hold and scribble all over his tummy! Wild laughter and shrieks encompass the area.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAA!! NOHOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAHAHAAIR!! I GIVE!!”

What a fun day in the sun!

[The End.]

#sanders sides tickling #ler roman #lee reader #roman x reader #xreader tickling #my writing

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Chapter 14: Cobwebs and Oathstones

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Aran Trevelyan/Tristan Trevelyan

Summary:

Aran and Tristan are childhood friends. Best friends. Brothers, almost. They’ve been inseparable since the moment they met, one rainy autumn day underneath the maple tree in the school playground.

Best friends don’t fall in love with each other. Surely not.

The new chapter of my and @oftachancer’s collaborative fic, featuring her OC Aran and my OC Tristan is up! Where the Terrible T’s venture into the ancient catacombs underneath the Trevelyan manor, and discover something... unexpected 👀

Read more on AO3, or start from the beginning :)

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“Oh, wow!” Tilly exclaimed, turning her head to look around the catacombs like a curious bird. “This place is huge!”

“It is!” Aran replied. “There’s loads of stuff down here. Last time, Tris and I found this massive set of armour that belonged to a great uncle of yours- was it Trevor Trevelyan?”

“Trenton Trevelyan the Third,” Tristan grumbled, illuminating the corridor before them with the torch.

“Aye, that’s the one! He had this huge sword, too, right, absolutely massive. Tris said he could wield it one handed, but Void knows how he did it because that thing was- Ah! What- Is that a spider?!” Aran spun in a circle, scrubbing his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck- get it off, get it off!” Tilly gasped and ran to his side, patting down his hair and his back, while Aran’s cries echoed deafeningly down the corridor.

Tristan sighed, wondering whether people would notice it if he locked them both in the catacombs and then fled.

“I don’t see a spider, munchkin,” Tilly said worriedly, biting her lip as she searched through Aran’s hair. “Maybe it was just your imagination.”

“I hate them. I hate them.” Aran twisted to look back over his shoulder, aiming his light at himself. “So many feckin’ legs,” he shivered, tugging his hood up over his head and cinching it tight. He looked to Tristan, biting his lip, fingers flexing in that way they did at school or at parties right before he suggested they find somewhere to go that wasn’t people. Right before he reached for him and tucked his palm against Tristan’s and gave that quiet sigh that was the first of many as hand holding progressed to other things… Aran held his gaze in the dark and shoved his hands and his torch into the pouch of his sweatshirt. “It was a big sword,” he finished lamely.

Tristan swallowed thickly, looking away. He didn't like that he couldn't hold his hand, or kiss him. He didn't like hiding what they had from Tilly, of all people. But it was still so early. Tristan hadn't fully understood what was happening between them himself, and if he told Tilly, she would have questions. He wouldn't last a moment under her scrutiny. And she might tell Mother, or someone else and then...

"Right," he said abruptly, marching ahead. "The room is not too far from here. We can go there first and check the sword after we're done." He would think about it all later. Now was not the time.

"Oh, yes, we should!" Tilly said excitedly. "Swords are so fun. Remember when we went to the Ostwick History Museum with school, three years ago? All those sets of armour! All those swords! Those lances! They were so shiny. And I loved the engravings. Some of them were absolutely beautiful- they don't make them like that anymore. Well, they don't make them at all anymore, which is a pity if you ask me. Oh! Wouldn't it be fun if we had armour and swords made for the three of us? I bet we would all look smashing. The Terrible T's: Fourth Blight edition." She threaded her arm through Aran's, grinning.

“So long as it’s without the actual Blight.” Aran leaned into her, eyeing the webs they passed under with suspicion. “You should see the armor we found down here, too! When we found it, Tris said he’d wear it. You’re pretty tall. Might suit you better.”

“It looked heavy," Tristan said. “Even if both of you got in it, I don’t think you’d be able to lift it.”

“So you’d be able to lift it and the both of us wouldn’t?” Tilly sniffed. “Someone has a big idea of themselves.”

“No,” Tristan rolled his eyes, “I just call things how I see them.” He quickened his step, walking well ahead of them. The sooner they reached the blighted room, the sooner they’d leave. He hoped. “We’re close. Aran, is your torch working?”

“Hm?” Aran was walking with his chin perched on Tilly’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around her. “No hands. Don’t know.”

Tilly laughed, reaching into Aran’s sweatshirt pouch. “Here. I’ve got it.” She switched it on, illuminating the corridor before them. “You know, I learnt a spell last year that gives you light without using a torch. Some mages use it with a wand or a staff, but I can cast it without one! Although Mistress Anaan said it’s dangerous and that she would punish anyone who tried it. Oh, I wish I could show you! If only we were allowed to use magic outside the Circle. Think we’re deep enough into the earth now to not be detected? I’ve heard that when mages go into the Deep Roads, the magic detectors can’t sense them at all, so they can cast as many spells as they like. Regina, the new transfer from the Lake Callenhad Circle, was telling us that many mages from their Circle were sent to the Deep Roads in Orzammar to test out new spells that they didn’t want the government to know about. It was all very hush-hush, you understand. That is if she was telling the truth, which I’m not entirely sure she was. She told Gianna that Bastien asked her out, and Gianna told me, because she knows I know Bastien, and we sit next to each other in my Arcane magic class. So I asked Bastien-"

"Don't forget to breathe, Til," Tristan said teasingly.

"Oh, shush, you," his sister laughed. "Anyway- where was I?"

"What did Bastien say?" Aran asked, blinking up at her.

"Oh, yes! So. Bastien said he only texted her once, and that was to ask her to bring him back a pouch of crystal grace powder that he had lent her. So I’m not really sure what to make of her. Maybe she lies about some things, but not others." She tapped her chin with her finger, then made a vague gesture in the air, shaking her head. "Anyway. Top secret expeditions into the Deep Roads sound very, very interesting, if you ask me. I do hope they’re true. I do hope they send me there someday! I want to do all the research. All the spells! I might even come up with one that sends all the spiders running. I bet there’s loads of them in the Deep Roads. Then I’ll show you how to do it, Aran! Oh.” She paused, frowning. “It’s a pity you’re not a mage. We would have had so much fun together in the Circle. But that’s alright! When I go to the Deep Roads, I’ll take you with me. And I’ll keep you safe from all the spiders,” she grinned, pinching his chin.

“If you come up with a spell that scares spiders of all shapes and sizes, they’ll give you an award and a duchy,” Aran beamed at her. “I will. I’ll found a feckin’ kingdom and hand you the keys to it.” He nudged her with his shoulder, “Anyway, Miri’s there if you want a dose. She’s fun.”

"Oh, yes! Miranda's lovely. I see her from time to time, but she's usually busy. She's working really hard on her apprenticeship. Her blue robes suit her very nicely. I can't wait to get started on my own. Mistress Anaan said I might be able to start early if I pass all my exams with good marks next year. I'm thinking Arcane or Primal. Everyone says they're tough, but I think they're both fascinating. Oh! Is this the room?" She cast the light of her torch on the door that Tristan had stopped before.

Tristan took a hesitant step forward, let his gaze glide over the engravings on the door's surface. "Yes. That's the one."

"Oooh." Tilly's eyes widened. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get in!"

Tristan reached for the doorknob, his heart thrumming in his chest. The door protested loudly as he pushed it open, raising a cloud of dust in its wake. "Okay," he said, standing aside. "On you go. Search to your heart's content."

“You’re really not coming in?” Aran asked quietly.

Tristan let out a slow exhale through his nose. "I am. In- in a minute." He watched as Tilly walked forward, swinging the light of the torch in a wide arc around the room, before stopping at the large stone in its center.

"Oh, my. Sweet Maker! Is that the stone? The oath stone? Quick, Aran, get your notebook out! I need to get a good look at those runes. We should take all of them down- but first, we must figure out what they mean. Some runes activate as soon as they're written in order. Wouldn't want to set something on fire before we've had a chance to study them. Although that would be fascinating in its own right. Do we have any water in case that happens…? Oh, well, we'll just need to be careful."

Tristan sighed, flexing and curling his hands at his sides. "I don't like this. I don't like it one bit. I told you we shouldn't have come down here."

“It’s okay,” Aran met his eyes. He shifted his backpack to his side and brushed his fingers down Tristan’s forearm behind the bulk of it. “We won’t do anything to start it up again. Just figure out what it actually is. You’ll feel better knowing, aye?”

"I don't know," Tristan mumbled, the knot in his stomach tightening. He caught Aran's pinky with his own, squeezing lightly. "Some things are better left on their own."

“But you don’t know what those do until you see what they are, eh? What if-“ Aran lifted his brows, squeezing back. “What if your great-grandad had to do something on this thing to be able to wear that armor or heft that sword? Even if you never want to do it, wouldn’t it be cool to know?”

Tristan nodded reluctantly, worrying his lip. "Okay," he said quietly. "Okay. Let's- let's just get this over with. This place is very… dusty." He scrunched his nose, looking away.

“Aye, it is. Just some notes. And then movies.” His eyes gleamed in the torchlight, the yellow making his soft blue eyes like a summer sky filled with sun. “If you want.”

Tristan swallowed thickly. Aran’s gaze on him and his fingers that threaded discreetly through his sent a rush of warmth through him. “I do,” he whispered. “You know I do. I-”

“Aran! Tris! Come, come over here! I think I know what most of these runes mean. There’s so many of them, oh, dear. Our ancestors worked really hard on this thing. Or whoever made it for them, anyway. I haven’t seen one quite like this before. And you said there was a sword, too? And a book?”

“Yes,” Tristan said, untangling his fingers from Aran’s, “there’s a sword. But I’m not touching it. And neither are you,” he glanced sharply at Aran.

“I brought gloves,” Aran smiled hopefully.

Tristan huffed and walked away from him, coming to stand over Tilly. “Right. What did you find?”