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Necessary Evils (Tales From The SSR)
Summary: As they await news of Michael Carter's surgery, (Y/N) and Jack discuss her unwanted connection to Arnim Zola and the feel of foreboding that the former Hydra doctor left in his wake.
Pairing: Jack Thompson X Fem!Reader, Peggy Carter X Daniel Sousa, Edwin Jarvis X Ana Jarvis
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings/Disclaimers: None
A/N: Hi there! This week's surprise one-shot is gonna explore a little of Specs' whereabouts in the aftermath of Bucky Barnes' death in The First Avenger and we're gonna have some great moments between her and Jack, so buckle up! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!
Necessary Evils
January 1948
Los Angeles County Hospital, Los Angeles
(Previous One-Shot)
“I got you some tea from the hospital’s cafeteria.” (Y/N) was pulled out of her silent reverie by Jack taking a seat beside her and offering her a disposable paper cup, the concerned gleam in her boyfriend’s blue eyes accompanied by the smallest of smiles for her benefit. “Earl Grey and two teaspoons of honey; I know how much it helps when you get one of your stress headaches.”
(Y/N), touched by his thoughtful gesture, reached over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She reached for the cup and after taking a long sip, she sat back in the uncomfortable waiting room chair with a frustrated sigh. “I hate this. The longer the surgery takes, the more I’d like to burst into that operating room and re-arrest that Nazi bastard before he tries anything funny with Michael.”
Beside her, Jack nodded as he patiently listened to her threats and threw Peggy – who was anxiously pacing across the hospital waiting room while Daniel unsuccessfully attempted to talk her into sitting down – a furtive glance before replying, “I don’t think this Zola guy would risk a lifetime imprisonment or execution by trying to bump off Carter mid-surgery, Specs. I mean, Stark and half a dozen MP’s are watchin’ him and the neurosurgeons like hawks as we speak, and he’s not gonna jeopardize the sweet deal the JIOA cut for him for something as low-stakes as this.”
“I wouldn’t call any of this ‘low-stakes,’ Flyboy,” (Y/N) murmured, looking around the fully-occupied waiting room and reflexively tightening her grip on her cup of tea; she, Jack, Peggy, Daniel, and the Jarvises, along with over a dozen uniformed SOE officers and SSR officials, were gathered at Los Angeles County Hospital for the long-awaited surgery that would theoretically restore Michael Carter’s mind to what it was before the brainwashing that Hydra subjected him to during the war. Several of the SOE officers served alongside Michael and had volunteered to travel from England to be with their fellow soldier in his time of need, but Peggy was understandably the most concerned of them all; Michael made his younger sister promise not to contact their parents about his staged death in 1941 and sudden reappearance until it was confirmed that the dangerous surgery was a success, wanting to prevent Harrison and Amanda Carter another heartbreak on the off-chance that Arnim Zola and the team of neurosurgeons failed and he passed away on the operating table. The Carter siblings spent several minutes alone with one another before they wheeled Michael into the operating room and since then, Peggy hadn’t been able to stay still. I’d be the same way if Freddie’s life were in the hands of that Nazi son of a bitch, (Y/N) thought to herself and one of her hands moved upwards to caress the locket containing her deceased brother’s photograph as she sympathetically watched Peggy continue to pace.
“You know what I mean.” Jack scooted closer to her side and when she finally looked over at him, the look of concern in his blue eyes was as prominent as ever. “Look, I get why Peggy’s taking all this personally…but I can’t figure why you are, too. You can talk to me, baby…” His hand moved to rest on her shoulder, and (Y/N) could feel the comforting warmth of his touch through the thin material of her blouse. “Whatever you’ve gotta say, I’m here. And if you don’t feel up to talkin’ just yet, then I’ll still be right here with you.”
(Y/N) lowered her gaze to her lap and spent several moments mustering the strength to speak, her voice wavering as she recalled some of the darkest moments of the war, the ones that she wished she could forget forever but sadly never could. “I helped capture Zola. I was deployed with the Howlies in the Swiss Alps, and we were tasked with finding and capturing Zola to interrogate him about Schmidt’s plans. Morita intercepted several radio transmissions from Hydra and after I decoded them, we had confirmation that Zola was on a train scheduled to travel through the same mountain pass that we were navigating. Steve, Bucky, Gabe and I used a zip chord to get onto the train while it was still in motion; Steve and Bucky left to secure the front train cars while Gabe and I stayed on the roof as their back-up, and that’s…that’s when…”
Her boyfriend rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together as he looked over at her. “That was the mission that Sergeant Barnes didn’t survive, wasn’t it?” She nodded, her eyes still diligently trained on the dark blue material of her trousers, but she could feel his compassionate gaze on her as he continued. “Barnes died a hero to his country. The bastard turned against Schmidt to save his own skin, and Cap and the SSR were able to end Hydra and the war. That’s gotta bring you and the rest of the Howling Commandos some satisfaction, right?”
“It did…” (Y/N) admitted, but she tightly pursed her lips as she recalled the aftermath of the fateful mission to capture Zola alive. “Right up until his interrogation, that is.”
The tunnels below the London headquarters of the Strategic Scientific Reserve echoed with the sound of (Y/N)’s standard-issue heels making contact with the stone floor as she approached one of many interrogation cells; her fingers tightly clutched the classified file in her hands in an effort to contain her swirling emotions but judging by the apprehensive expressions on the stationed MP’s faces whenever she passed by, she was doing a poor job of masking her true feelings.
“As requested, a copy of my mission report to D.C.,” (Y/N) announced as she came to a stop before Colonel Phillips, and she arched a brow at the tray of food he was holding. “Hungry?”
“Zola surrendered and didn’t try to do himself in with cyanide, so I figured that the usual interrogation techniques might not work on this wack-job. He should count himself lucky; I’ve got over a dozen SSR agents chomping at the bit to finally get their hands on a live Hydra operative.”
Just as Colonel Phillips balanced the tray on one hand to reach for the file, (Y/N) tightened her grip on it and blurted out, “Colonel, I need to go in there with you.”
“Agent (Y/L/N), you and the rest of the 107th tactical team have my condolences for Sergeant Barnes’ death, but I can’t allow you any access to-”
“Respectfully, Colonel, you’re the commanding officer of the Strategic Scientific Reserve; you can directly authorize an agent access to as many high-security prisoners as you deem necessary, correct? I’m only requesting access to one.”
“You don’t get to tell me how to do my job, Agent.” The sharp tone in the older man’s voice conflicted with the uncharacteristic compassion emanating from his dark brown gaze. “I’ll authorize you access to the observation room, but that’s it.”
(Y/N)’s jaw clenched as she forced herself to remain composed, but there was nothing she could do to keep her voice from trembling with barely-restrained grief. “Colonel, the man on the other side of that door is the reason my friend and God knows how many Allied soldiers are dead. I…I need to do all I can to ensure that he gives us all the intel we need to take Hydra down. I need to help end this war once and for all.”
In contrast with the strained working relationships he shared with Peggy and Howard, Colonel Chester Phillips seemed to have a soft spot for (Y/N) since the moment she was loaned out to the SSR from the OSS; Peggy often speculated that it was because she reminded him of his granddaughter back home and although she’d never admit it aloud, (Y/N) considered him to be the father-figure she’d always longed for. They got along with one another but more importantly, they shared a mutual respect and it was that respect that seemingly compelled the older man into finally giving her a relenting nod. With a brief command from Colonel Phillips, the MP stationed nearby opened the door and after taking a deep breath, (Y/N) followed the colonel into the interrogation cell.
A dim light from an overhead fixture illuminated the sparsely decorated cell, and the Swiss doctor whirled around to face them both as they sat down at the interrogation table; a surge of pleasure rippled through (Y/N) when she observed his colorless face and the way his hands anxiously fiddled with the sleeves of his prisoner’s uniform, and she maintained eye-contact with him as she crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in her seat. Colonel Phillips set the tray of food down onto the table and spun it around before gesturing towards the unoccupied chair across from them. “Sit down.”
With obvious trepidation, Zola followed his order and sat, his brow arching as he looked down at the steak, potatoes, broccoli and glass of milk laid out before him. “What is this?”
“Steak.”
“What is in it?”
“Cow!” Colonel Phillips looked incredulously between (Y/N) and Zola. “Doctor, do you realize how difficult it is to get ahold of a prime cut like that out here?”
The Swiss doctor shrugged. “I don’t eat meat.”
“Why not?”
Taken aback by (Y/N)’s pointed question, Zola fidgeted in his seat and replied, “It disagrees with me.”
“How about cyanide? Does that give you the rumbly tummy, too?”
While Zola’s brow furrowed in confusion, Colonel Phillips spun the tray back around and used the utensils to begin cutting into the steak as (Y/N) continued. “Every Hydra agent that we’ve tried to take alive has crunched a little pill before we can stop him, but not you.”
The colonel hummed in agreement as he feasted on the tray of food, raising his fork in the air and glancing over at (Y/N) with a look of exaggerated curiosity on his wrinkled face. “Here’s my brilliant theory, Agent (Y/L/N): he wants to live.”
“You’re trying to intimidate me, Colonel.” Zola’s beady eyes flicked between them as a sheen of sweat slowly covered his balding head, obviously growing anxious under the strain of his imprisonment and their unconventional interrogation.
Colonel Phillips scoffed. “We bought you dinner. Why don’t we cut to the chase and show Doctor Zola here what’s in that file?”
While the colonel cut the steamed potatoes into quarters, (Y/N) withdrew a single piece of paper from the file and slid it across the table, her red-lacquered nails drumming on the tabletop as she watched the Swiss doctor read the typed mission report aloud. “‘…and in exchange for his full cooperation, Doctor Zola is being remanded to Switzerland…’”
“I sent that message to Washington this morning. Of course, it was encoded.” (Y/N) leaned forward, resting her elbows on the tabletop, and fixed Zola with an unwavering stare. “You guys haven’t broken those codes, have you? That would be awkward.”
Zola’s expression remained neutral, but the lines between his brows were visibly deeper and she could practically see the wheels turning inside his head while he carefully considered his predicament. “Schmidt will know this is a lie.”
“He’s going to kill you anyway, doc.” Colonel Phillips punctuated his blunt reply with a shrug. “You’re a liability. You know more about Schmidt than anyone and the last guy you cost us was Captain Rogers’ closest friend, so I wouldn’t count on the very best of protection.” The sound of Bucky’s scream as he fell from the train and into the deep chasm below played on a loop in (Y/N)’s mind, forcing her to dig her nails into the skin of her palms to keep from reacting, an action she was no stranger to as a woman serving in a secretive branch of the Allied armed forces but one that she hated having to perform in the wake of her friend’s death. “It’s you or Schmidt; it’s just the hand you’ve been dealt.”
The Swiss doctor, taking note of the colonel’s grim tone and the obvious tension in (Y/N)’s shoulders, huffed out a humorless chuckle before nodding once and stating, “Schmidt believes he walks in the footsteps of the gods. Only the world itself will satisfy him.”
“You do realize that’s nuts, don’t you?”
Shaking his head, Zola huffed out a humorless chuckle at the colonel’s comment. “The sanity of the plan is of no consequence.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because he can do it!”
(Y/N), losing patience with Zola and his feeble attempts at providing them with answers, snapped out, “What’s his target?”
When Zola’s beady eyes focused on hers, a shiver of foreboding traveled up (Y/N)’s spine and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to look away as he simply replied, “His target…is everywhere.”
“He told us everything we needed to know; the exact coordinates of Schmidt’s secret base in the Alps, a detailed run-down of Schmidt’s plan to bomb over half a dozen of the world’s largest cities, how much time we had before Hydra’s scheduled attack on New York…and within twenty-four hours, Schmidt was dead and Hydra was finally defeated.” (Y/N)’s fingers were wrapped tightly around her now-empty cup and she was leaning against Jack’s side, taking comfort in her boyfriend’s sturdy form as she spoke in the lowest tone she could and kept a wary eye on Peggy across the waiting room. “But there was something about his eyes, like he knew some big secret that the colonel and I could never understand, and I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something we missed.” Swallowing thickly, she finally looked over at Jack and met his empathetic gaze. “That’s crazy, right?”
Jack shook his head. “Definitely not. Listen, Specs, we might’ve both served on opposite ends of the world, but all the horrible shit we saw and lived through during the war? It hasn’t broken us. We’re still here, and our experiences matter because they’re what shaped us into the people we are today: people who dedicated their lives to making this screwed-up world a better place.” The corner of his lip curved into a small smile as he affectionately bumped the side of her head with his own. “You were the one who taught me that.”
Looking into his clear blue eyes, (Y/N) felt the stiffness in her shoulders begin to melt away and she couldn’t fight the smile that slowly made its way onto her face. “I’m a pretty good teacher, aren’t I?”
“Oh, hands-down, the smartest and most gorgeous teacher I’ve ever had.” Her boyfriend’s flirtatious wink forced (Y/N) to mask her giggle with a cough and flash several of the waiting room’s occupants an apologetic look while he quietly continued. “If you think that Zola’s up to no good, then I believe you. There’s no easy way to handle a situation as delicate as Operation Paperclip; all we can do is our best and in this case, the best that we can do is to keep a close eye on him and every other scumbag Nazi scientist that they’ve recruited. How’s that sound, Specs?”
She took a deep breath and gave him a firm nod. “Like a pretty solid game plan, Flyboy.”
Before either of them could say another word, the double doors leading into the hospital’s operating room swung open and Howard strode into the waiting room, a grin on his face as he made a bee-line over to where Peggy stood. “Michael’s been wheeled into a recovery room and all preliminary signs are pointin’ to a successful operation. Your brother’s gonna be just fine, Peg.”
The younger woman’s anxious expression was overtaken by a look of overwhelming relief and she didn’t hesitate to throw her arms around the inventor in a tight hug. The rest of the waiting room collectively released the grateful breath that they’d been holding for hours and while the SOE officers and SSR officials talked amongst themselves, Jack wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and pressed a chaste kiss onto her temple; she closed her eyes and as she took comfort in her boyfriend’s supportive touch, she spoke a silent word of thanks to the universe for Michael’s successful surgery and for sending her a supportive and understanding partner in the form of Jack Grant Thompson.
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A/N: They're gonna have their hands full keeping an eye on Zola and the other Hydra scientists 👀 Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I've created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I'll be updating it every time I upload a new one-shot! Enjoy!
Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0iKzLZlEK1rTaSIiW5zRlk?si=483950cfa991442a
“Tales From The SSR” Masterlist
“Specs and the Flyboy” Masterlist
Tagging: @nnon-it-up @hufflefluffy @remmyswritings @ourstarsailor @coffeeandcrimeshows @darkusangelus @josis-teacup @fannyspammy @yeetyeetchickenmeat @sameoldbaby @nincompoopydoo @seeing-but-not-observing @supervoldejaygent @momc95 @brooke0297 @kinda-c0nfused @outoftheregular @mads-weasley @mostclevermiss @crowleysqueenofhell @groovyqueer @xxruinaxxmcu
#tales from the ssr#specs and the flyboy#jack thompson x reader#jack thompson x f!reader#peggy carter x daniel sousa#edwin jarvis x ana jarvis#jack thompson#agent thompson#peggy carter#agent carter#daniel sousa#chief sousa#michael carter#howard stark#edwin jarvis#ana jarvis#arnim zola#johann schmidt#red skull#chester phillips#colonel phillips#strategic scientific reserve#marvel cinematic universe
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:V this is how i imagine what Danny Phantom: Astral Projection game gonna be like.
So like unlike normal Gacha game it very much like FGO. With a more refine version commander follower team control System of Astral Chronicle.
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You can chose what ever unit you like to be commander and manual control them in battle to lead the back team around.
:V there will be no PVP. or Forced Co-Op ( to created a more chill game atmost sphere)
The only time Player co-op will be During the World boss Week at the end at everymonth when everyone in Game team up to kill the world boss as many time as humanly possible to get more Concentrated Ectoplasm Cube at the end of the tally up.
Or a Stories event like Human Vs Ghost. Where Player pick team and sweep the event stage to get point and resourse. (winner get 50 more skin ticket then losing team)
:) cheese strat or just playing the team you want is highly recommended.
But what if you bring Max Lv unit to dungeon wouldn't that be wasted. No. The team have what essentially an EXP share or mentor spots. For example my team Have Vlad who is Lv Max. And Dani who is Lv 1.
Vlad over flow Exp when he go to dungeon will go to Dani. who is in the Exp Share tag along spots.
#But the Gacha Rate are abyssmal doe#Like whiles still being an SSR like all the other#Halfa like Vlad-Danny-Dani-Alt Sam-Alt Tuck-MOAT Jack have a stupidly low summon percentage at only 0.2%#which is even lower then the 8 Ancient which have 0.25% rate#like if you don't pick any of the halfa in the Chapter 5 Pick up free SSR#good luck trying to summon them when it not their rate up banner#one pro i like that the Lowere rarity unit can be upgrade into SSR with either Ecto ranium Weapon or Ghost Ancient Artifact#like if you like Dash you can 100% make him an over lvered SSR with the entire team build around to make him deal big PP dmg#Yeah there a Weapon Banner. You can craft their armor#but weapon#You gotta get them from the summon banner#Vlad work Really Great with the 3 star Tale of a Shadow book and Clairvoyance set
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i have all sorts of regrets but at least it’s done.
#with the current tales going on i could fill the mats i needed to finish him#since i already have Caim#so now i think i'll grab Teemperance from the granblue anni rewards#bc i barely even started this one#and then i'll have to work on Judgement (already ssr) and then Moon and Devil#but god this was unpleasant AND I SKIPPED HIS FEs.#one day i'll sit through them but pleasE. mercy.#ichablogging gbf#ichablogging arcarum
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Reinstalled BSD Tales of the Lost because of my bro and...
Sweet!! I got two SSR cards!!
Bonus silly Kyouka SR card:
#i got atsushi's from the welcome back gacha and kyouka's ssr card from the alice in wonderland gacha#cookie's game rambles#cookie plays tales of the lost#bungou stray dogs#tales of the lost#bsd tales of the lost
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I need someone to tell me if Mayoi really is that generous of a gacha game or if I'm surprisingly lucky, because I have gotten five SSRs in the span of eight days (and like, 60~ pulls, scattered here and there) and I'm starting to feel like a gacha god.
#though one was the free ssr in 10 pull wish#and one from the seven day login ssr scout ticket#and i got chuuya from the step up scout's second level#so not that great but like#i got kyouka in the first ten pull i did on atsushi's new scout#and I'm close to getting 250 crystals again#so about to get my sixth from step four in the step up scout#it's been a week#as a genshin player I'm astounded#i get to 86 pulls and lose 50/50 there i can you believe my disbelief#bsd#bsd mayoi#bsd totl#bsd tales of the lost
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SSR Vil Schoenheit - Luxe Couture Voice Lines
When Summoned: Now, pay attention! Look upon me, the most beautiful person in the world.
Summon Line: As both the Housewarden of Pomefiore and as someone who pursues beauty... I will promote this movie completely flawlessly.
Groooovy!!: I shall fully embody the unrelenting efforts of the Fairest Queen. Don't you think that is the finest way to promote this event?
Home: An ideal outfit coordination
Swap Looks: Beautiful, aren't I?
Home Idle 1: There are many stores I would like to peruse... But not while the film fest is ongoing. The overwhelming crowds would make it impossible to take my time and enjoy myself.
Home Idle 2: Fairest city is a place that many movie fans have dreamed of coming to. Most likely because some shops here tend to sell props that were used in actual films.
Home Idle 3: I saw Azul looking intently at some cosmetics. I do have to commend him on how he is always keeping up his self-care. But only that, understand?
Home Idle - Login: Perhaps it is because the Fairest Queen's traditional tales are rooted in this city, but the atmosphere here in the Fairest City is somehow soothing to my soul.
Home Idle - Groovy: Come, straighten your back and hold yourself confidently. I cannot allow you to falter for even one moment as someone accompanying me.
Home Tap 1: When it comes to Ace, I can't tell if he's just spoiled, or also slick... If he were a student from my dormitory, I would be disciplining him quite sternly.
Home Tap 2: If I were to take anyone here shopping with me, it would have to be Jamil. His initiative to carry the bags makes it a pleasant time.
Home Tap 3: There are still many enticing stores outside of the main shopping passage. I especially like the smoothie shop that only uses the best ingredients available.
Home Tap 4: During my time as a child actor, I had quite a few voice acting roles. I was also given the opportunity to learn a bit about animation techniques.
Home Tap 5: You want to touch up my makeup? Please, do. While you prepare the skincare and base cosmetics, make sure to pay special care in applying it to the T-zone.
Home Tap - Groovy: I received a message from my Father that he was happy to have been able to chat with everyone. Perhaps it was a way for him to take his mind off his busy work schedule for a while.
Duo:
[VIL]: We'll draw them in with our stunning style, Azul.
[AZUL]: I shall do my best to live up to your expectations, Vil-san.
Requested by @amourteddyst.
#twisted wonderland#twst#vil schoenheit#azul ashengrotto#twst vil#twst azul#twst translation#twst tapis rouge#mention: azul#mention: jamil#mention: ace
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Cater, Ruggie: The Secret in a Smile
Caycay, bestie… I am so sorry that SSR Crowley stole your spotlight 😭 (Is that why Cater looks so Mean Girls in his groovy... He's seeking petty revenge against Crowley/j)
Some cute stuff from the vignettes that I wasn't able to include in this fic: Cater makes a reference to TsumTsums! He mentions being into this mobile game with cute round creatures. Cater also tells a story about a 5-year old girl giving him a flower after his club's performance at a cultural festival (omg, do they mean the one in book 5?!). Ruggie teases him and says Cater must have been that little girl's first crush 😂
A Tale as Old as Time.
“Ne, ne, Ruggie-kun! Check this one out~ It's all the way from the Queendom of Roses!"
Cater jabbed a thumb at a painting of a young blonde girl dressed in a modest sky blue frock and apron, a small black bow in her hair. She couldn’t have been older than 10 years of age, still petite enough to squish inside a glass bottle with a narrow neck. The bottled child was adrift in a sudsy sea, her face frozen in an expression of slight worry.
Ruggie took one look at the artwork, then wrinkled his nose. “Sure sucks to be in her shoes. What’s this even supposed to show us, anyway? Doesn’t make a whole lotta sense to me.”
"Not a lot from the Queendom does if you aren't already familiar with its topsy-turvy stories~" Cater placed a hand on his hip and leaned forward, grinning. "This one is pretty popular! It's about a girl that wants an audience with the Queen of Hearts. She gets lost on the journey there, meets strange people and experiences even stranger things on the way. This is just one leg of that trip!"
"Wouldn’t the castle be further inland? How'd she end up in the middle of the ocean?"
“It’s about the perspective of the shot.” Cater formed a frame with his hands, catching his underclassman in it. He pulled back, creating the illusion of sizing Ruggie down. “She drank this bottled liquid she found and that shrank her down—so really, the ocean isn’t that big.”
A grimace.
“Man, talk about no sense of self preservation. She just chugged an unlabeled bottle without a second thought. Must’ve been real desperate.” Ruggie paused. “Weeeell, not like I’m one to talk about being desperate. You really can’t afford to be picky sometimes. If it fills your stomach, it fills your stomach.”
“You’d drink it too, huh… I don’t think I could do that. I’d at least want to see how the menu describes it before I order—though I guess it also depends on how ‘cammable the drink is! And hey, think about all the cool pics I could grab from a worm's eye point of view!”
"Heh, you don't seem too pressed about living life as an ant."
"Cay-kun likes to look on the bright side of things!" he declared with a wink and a peace sign. "The lost girl... she worried so much about finding her destination, she forgets to stop and smell the roses. She overlooks a lot of the fun people she could have spent time with."
Hopping from place to place, missed people—familiar elements, resurfacing a childhood of being uprooted and dragged about. Never to fully settle.
A tea party here, a brief convo there. Just enough to keep him placated, but not enough to see beyond the surface of the looking glass.
His curiosity still left wanting.
She got into so much trouble, but didn't have any real friends to come and help her.
Sadness tugged at his heartstrings, but Cater's smile didn’t waver.
"... I can’t help but kinda pity the poor thing," he said quietly. Then, brightening in the next moment, "All her issues could've been avoided if she just looked before she leapt and made some connections."
“Yeah, she definitely should’ve played smarter, not harder. Maybe if she kissed up to the locals, they’d have come to her rescue." Ruggie shrugged. "It works for me and Leona-san."
“Right? A smile goes a long way to getting what you want!” Cater poked the corners of his mouth. “You totes get me.”
“Cuz it takes a trickster to know another one on sight.”
"Wow, it sounds so mean when you put it like that. We're not tricksters, we just know how to use our smiles to problem-solve~"
"Giving a word a fresh coat of paint doesn't make it any less shady. At least be honest with yourself," the hyena smirked.
“Eeeh, I’m always honest!”
They shared a laugh—Ruggie, a snicker. Cater, lighter, more bubbly, like a carbonated mystery drink. When the effervescence died down, he cast another glance at the painting.
Too big for her small world of the sea, too small for the big world that loomed beyond it. Trapped within glass walls. Curled into herself in her delicate chambers.
Her perspective and his, one and the same.
Poor thing, poor thing, poor thing.
Cater summoned his strength and bore the full brunt of his smile.
“I’m sure she’ll find what she’s looking for… one day.”
#twst#twisted wonderland#Cater Diamond#twst imagines#twst scenarios#twisted wonderland imagines#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#Cater birthday takeover#something no one asked for#spoilers#twisted wonderland scenarios#Ruggie Bucchi
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A Hint from Crowley SSR?
I just noticed it yesterday the fact that his buddies represents Alice in Wonderland (Deuce), Snow White (Vil) with Grim (which I guess from Through The Looking Glass) as the duo buddy reminds me the fact that Disney's first project was actually Alice in Wonderland but later his first movie was Snow White just like what this kind anon mentioned a long time ago from my ask box.
When you think about it, deuce is the highest rank card that beats royal card in German deck which in this case, Deuce beat Vil in Pomefiere chapter the Chapter of Snow White a fairy tale originated from Germany. Which is actually in the same way as how Alice beats the Queen of Heart by becoming the highest rank card (and also the same concept as how Ace beats Riddle which represents Queen of Hearts) which I did the analysis a while ago here.
Besides it's already confirmed in game that Ramshackle, particularly Yuu's room is the same as Mickey's room from Mickey Thru The Mirror which actually heavily inspired from Lewis Carroll's Through The Looking Glass
Soooo is this a hint for chapter 8 in the future? ....this is REALLY interesting...
(and it's interesting there's no Diasomnia member as his buddy as if he in a way doesn't relate to Briar Valley at all...)
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By the Ruinous Sea [Susabi x GN!Reader]
It's been a while since I did a fic for Onmyoji, so what better way to return to it than with my first SSR. Heheeee~
CURTAINS!
"Susabi-Kamisama."
With a flick of your fingers, the incense lights, the distant tide calming in a blink.
"Hear me..."
A village by the sea, once proud with bounties of fish and joy. Legends speak of a boy who lived in it that could predict the coming storms, and thusly the people were blessed with his fortunes and visions. Over time, though, his predictions would be more wrong by the day, until the village turned against him. In their fury, they deemed him a perfect sacrifice to their god.
What followed was perfect ruin. Be it because the god rejected their offering, or simply that they had disgraced a gift, the village was decimated beyond repair. Very few managed to escape all this trauma, and whoever did could only speak that fear in hushed tongues.
Your mother, for example, and her mother before and even her mother before, passed this tale down. It took you a long time to track down this village, moreso because the wreckage is unrecognizable from many others like it. But now you're here, and you can finally unload this burden.
"I am not a child of this village, therefore I've no right to speak or pray on its behalf - of this you know yourself." You swallow. "But all the same, I ask your forgiveness of those who once lived here. Their grave sin of spurning your gift cost them dearly, the punishment swift and absolute." For a moment there's a flicker, and you pause, opening your ears, before clearing your throat. "They hadn't a clue the weight of their decisions. Even so, it was too cruel an action, sacrificing a dear child that had brought no evil."
Outside, the tide roars a moment, slapping against the rotted wood door. At first you're shaken to the core; could it be Susabi himself responding to you? Or perhaps it's something else. All the same, you must finish your prayer. Tightening your palms together, the prayer beads sway on your wrists with the growing breeze.
"... Susabi-kamisama, forgive them, I beg." You swallow. "That regret haunted them, and it haunts us, their distant children. Their souls cry with each homage, and the scent of the ocean brings naught but tears. The time for that pain has passed, has it not? For that poor boy rests now among the stars... My only wish is for him and you to know, truly, how deeply we seek atonement."
The ocean goes quiet, unbearably. At the same time, the wind does as well.
"Susabi-kamisama..."
Shame weighs down your heart, not in an insincere prayer, but a notion it will never be heard. Perhaps it is deserved - what god would listen to a lineage like yours that cursed a gift? - and yet you can't help but despair. Swallowing harshly, you lower your folded hands onto the ground, adjusting so you can rest your forehead on them. You'll remain for a while... Maybe get some sleep before you begin the journey home.
You hardly have enough in your purse to buy more meat buns, and traveling merchants are more... lascivious when it comes to someone like you so pious and gentle. But you're hardly a fool, so the berating is not new.
A soft light on the sand draws your eye, and slowly you rise up. With the incense halfway burned, and the offerings still fresh, you blink. Something passes through your heart, and you unevenly gasp, standing and whirling around.
Standing there at the door, arms crossed, is a man. Deep indigo, almost black hair near-obscures the one eye, his ornate clothes signifying deep importance. Displeasure, annoyance even, curls his lip and furrows his brows, sharp eyes looking down at you. Not from his nose, no, but simply from his standing. Even with a momentary onceover you realize, this is not a man to be trifled with.
"Foolish humans... They reject the gifts from the gods they so wanted, and take so long to show even a hint of remorse for their callousness." His derision isn't directed at you, and yet it stings. "... Their god is not here. Your prayers shall be heard by no one. Even if it were, what good would it do now? If your distant ancestors were complicit in the child's suffering, then it would be their duty to apologize, not you."
"Children pay for the sins of their parents," You reply. "... That's what I've always known."
An exasperated huff is the response, and your brow furrows.
"... Even if it isn't my responsibility to apologize for what was done that day, it has never felt right to me to brush it away as simple folklore or a wives' tale. If I can do this much, then the guilt that has haunted us for so long will be lifted, someday." You swallow. "Be it by their own admission, or on behalf of the dead, is it not unfair that a past sin be ignored?"
"And is it fair, then, that a babe be punished for a father's cruelty?"
Your hands tremble. "... No."
"The guilt you speak of is a bodiless heirloom of no value. The sin committed in this place has been punished, and there is no more to say or do. The gods will hear no prayer that is unneeded to say." He takes a few steps closer to you, towering over you. "... Leave this village, and do not return - you have no business bearing sins uncommitted."
Somehow, someway, you maintain to meet his eyes. "... Who are you, exactly?"
He doesn't answer.
"You know of this village as well, don't you? What is your family name?"
He remains silent, his gaze drawing to the side as the ocean regains its vigor.
You gulp. "... Wait a moment..."
That's when you have his attention. "The tides will recede tonight, another wave to follow. Before long it'll sweep away what remains of this place." Then his eyes snap back to you. "... Go home, [Name]. And don't come back."
A cold whir in your ears, and your one hand rises. "... Susabi-kamisama...?"
His hand sweeps, and the incense burns out, the ocean beginning to roar. "Leave."
Defeat draws a soft breath from your chest, and you decide to simply do as he says. Pushing open the rotted door, you notice the ominous calm of the sea. Biting your lip, you note how it shrinks away, little by little, like a critter not wanting to be seen by a fox. Seems it is readying itself for another tsunami...
Your innate demeanor guides you to turn back to thank him for the warning, but strangely, the man is gone. All that remains is the soft glimmer that only slightly resembles the divine starlight that twinkled even in his eyes.
A soft nod, and you turn to begin the journey, clutching your beads tight as you ascend into the lonely paths of the highlands.
"Susabi-kamisama... I thank you, for your mercy."
A shooting star above, straight forward over your path, is the sole reply.
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Let Your Curious Mind Wander~
Creating all kinds of wonder and content for Twisted Wonderland
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Over The Moon (Tales From The SSR)
Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day in the West Coast SSR and love is in the air for Daniel and Peggy, who spend the day watching their friends’ fledgling romance flourish and looking back on the beginnings of their own relationship.
Pairing: Peggy Carter X Daniel Sousa, Jack Thompson X Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warning/Disclaimers: None
A/N: Hi guys! I’m sorry it’s taken so long for this little one-shot to come out (I had a different one planned but after rewriting it twice, I scrapped it and decided to work on this one) but today, we’re gonna revisit Daniel and Peggy’s relationship from our favorite chief’s POV! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!
Over The Moon
February 1948
West Coast Strategic Scientific Reserve, Los Angeles
(Previous One-Shot)
“Aw, Peg, you shouldn’t have…”
Peggy simply shrugged her shoulders and smiled as Daniel reverently admired the signed baseball he’d just unwrapped. “It was no trouble at all, Daniel! Mr. Jarvis and I were at one of Howard’s silly parties and we just so happened to run into Mr. Robinson there, along with six of his fellow teammates from the Brooklyn Dodgers. I knew how much you liked the team, so I took advantage of the golden opportunity before me in the name of romance and voilà.”
Daniel grinned and shook his head in loving exasperation, knowing perfectly well that his amazing girlfriend had conned Howard Stark into pulling some strings and getting half the Brooklyn Dodgers to sign a baseball just for him. But there’s not a chance in hell that she’d ever admit to asking Stark for help, he thought with an inward chuckle as he crumpled the heart-patterned wrapping paper into a ball and tossed it into the waste basket across the office, and there’s not a chance in hell that I’ll ever question a ball signed by one of the best players in Major League Baseball. “It’s a very thoughtful gift, honey, definitely the best Valentine’s Day gift I’ve ever received. Thank you.” Daniel leaned in and captured her lips in a sweet kiss, lightly chuckling in embarrassment once they finally separated. “Now I sorta feel like a chump for just getting you that perfume…”
“You shouldn’t, darling; just because I enjoy cleaning and assembling weapons in my spare time doesn’t mean I don’t like smelling good while doing so.” Peggy smiled triumphantly as he laughed. “You took the time to browse my vanity, locate my perfume bottles and use them to determine which of the new perfumes at Bullock’s that I’d be the fondest of. I promise, it was just as thoughtful of a gift as a baseball signed by some of your all-time favorite players.”
A triumphant shout interrupted their next near-kiss, and they both looked out the office windows into the bullpen to see an elated Jack punch the air and scribble something down on a notepad. Sitting at the desk across from him, (Y/N) smiled to herself as she adjusted the vase full of baby-pink roses placed beside her morning cup of tea and continued typing out a case report on her typewriter. Daniel, sensing that there was something unusual going on between his top two agents, furrowed his brow in confusion and turned back to face his girlfriend. “What’s all that about?”
“Oh, (Y/N) thought it would be sweet to write a Valentine’s Day card entirely in code and give it to Jack along with his gift.” The office door was closed but Peggy lowered her voice all the same. “Don’t tell either of them that I said anything, but apparently our dear Jack mentioned to (Y/N) that he really wanted a photograph of her so that he could have something beautiful to brighten up his desk. So, she went down to the portrait studio last week and had one taken to give to him today.”
Sure enough, when Daniel looked back out at the bullpen, he spotted the framed black-and-white photograph of the agency’s top codebreaker and smiled at how carefully the ex-chief propped it against his desk lamp so that he could glance up at it while he decoded. “You don’t say? Are we one-hundred-percent certain she’s dating our Jack Thompson and not some sort of sappy doppelgänger who’s seen one too many Cary Grant flicks?”
Peggy chuckled as she leaned back against his desk. “It is a little hard to believe that the Jack Thompson currently hard at work decoding a declaration of love is the same one I once threatened to shoot. What’s even harder to believe, though, is that we never realized how obviously over the moon they were for one another; Thompson was forced to spell it out for us over the phone when he decided to step down as Chief and relocate to Los Angeles, remember?”
“When you think about it, it’s not really that surprising.” Daniel smirked a little at his girlfriend’s incredulous frown. “C’mon, Peg, how long did it take for us to get our heads out of our asses and finally admit that we were over the moon for each other?”
A light pink blush appeared in Peggy’s cheeks and he could practically see her recalling all those months of quiet pining and longing stares as she fought the smile that was threatening to form on her cherry-red lips. “Perhaps you have a point there, Daniel. Out of curiosity, when was it that you started to have feelings for me?”
“The exact moment? I’m not really sure, but I do know when I realized that I saw you as more than my coworker.” Daniel hung his crutch on its hook and sat down in his desk’s chair. “It wasn’t very long after I joined the SSR and I was having a real bad day that day; I slipped on the steps outside and that caused me to be late, Dooley handed one of my cases over to Thompson, and Krzeminski wouldn’t stop cracking jokes about my leg. But then you came around with the lunch orders and there was a chocolate-chip cookie I definitely didn’t order hidden inside my take-out box; that cookie turned a bad day into an okay one…well, that and when Krzeminski’s desk drawers mysteriously jammed and he fell on his ass trying to pry them open.” They laughed and Daniel smiled up at Peggy as he continued. “That’s when I knew that there was someone in my corner at the SSR, someone who didn’t pity me but who understood better than most anyone what it felt like to be up against the entire world.”
With a gentle smile on her face, Peggy slid down from the desk and took a seat on his lap, one of her arms resting across his shoulders while the other fiddled with the collar of his aloha shirt. “I’d say that I was only doing what anyone else would, but we both know what manner of agents we were working alongside back in New York.”
“You’ve got that right. So, when did you know that you had a thing for me?”
His girlfriend’s smile morphed into something coyer. “All right, I’ll tell you…over dinner tonight.” Daniel groaned in disappointment while she merely chuckled at his dramatics. “Seriously, we really should try and get some sort of work done today, darling; we have half a dozen cases to sign off on, three witnesses to interview for the Olsen case and-oh, for heaven’s sake!”
Daniel followed Peggy’s incredulous eye-line to see Jack and (Y/N) standing by the former’s tidy desk; the codebreaker was whispering something into the agent’s ear and judging by the lopsided grin beginning to form on his lips, it had absolutely nothing to do with work. While a pink-faced Daniel and a smirking Peggy watched, (Y/N) took Jack’s hand in hers and cast a furtive glance around the bullpen before pulling him out into the hall. “…What’re the odds that they’re headed into the supply closet for more typewriter ribbon?”
“About as good as Rose finally joining Samberly for a night on the town,” Peggy quipped, her brown eyes alight with playfulness as she expectantly looked down at him. “So, shall we set a good example for the others and get back to work?”
After pretending to ponder his girlfriend’s question, Daniel suddenly used his good leg to push his rolling desk chair across the office, grinning as Peggy giggled at the unexpected movement and tightened her arm around his shoulders; he grabbed the cord of his window’s Venetian blinds and tugged them closed before moving his hand to cradle the back of Peggy’s neck. “Maybe later. We can’t let Jack and (Y/N) have all the fun, can we, Agent Carter?”
Peggy chuckled and shook her head as her fingers carded through his hair. “We certainly can’t, Chief Sousa.”
Their lips met in a slow and passionate kiss and Daniel sighed at the pleasant sensation of his girlfriend’s crimson nails gently scraping against his scalp, tightening his hold on her and smiling against her red-hued lips as he thanked his lucky stars that he’d finally achieved the honor of being Peggy Carter’s Valentine.
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A/N: Daniel’s so cute lol thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new one-shot. Enjoy!
Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0iKzLZlEK1rTaSIiW5zRlk?si=97af3c9ce3ff4b65
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I apologise for asking this if it isn't something you want to talk about but do you know why there is so much hatred for Kagura from so many S*ssr*n shippers/HnY fans? I haven't seen HnY because I don't like sequels that take away the happy ending of the original so I only know a few spoilers through the grapevine, but the Kagura hate I've seen lately from some HnY fans reminds me of anti-Kikyou Inukag shippers from twenty years ago. But Inukag shippers are more supportive of Kikyou nowadays and fandom in general is less misogynistic than it used to be, so I don't understand why another woman being important to Sesshoumaru in the original Inuyasha series is so unacceptable that Kagura gets hate now. Even if people ship S*ssr*n, love isn't a finite resource? Sesshoumaru loving and wanting to avenge Kagura doesn't mean he can't love anyone else, it doesn't diminish his other relationships—especially because Rin was a literal eight-year-old child when Kagura was alive. It's not like Kagura was a yandere type who harmed Sesshoumaru or anyone else he cared about, either, after a while Rin knew she had nothing to fear from Kagura and was squee'ing about Kagura being in love with Sesshoumaru.
Again, I apologise for how long this question was and sending it on Anon, I just didn't want to get hate from S*ssr*n shippers or HnY fans. Kagura's my favourite Inuyasha character, so it made me sad to browse the Inuyasha reddit/tumblr and see people calling her a 'manipulative bitch' and such when I went looking for fanart and fic about her. It's especially strange coming from people who praise other former villain characters like Sesshoumaru, who did worse things than Kagura when he was evil.
hello buddy sorry this is late i literally did not see it??
but since i'm obviously on the opposite end of the spectrum in this situation & have only really been involved in the tumblr iy fandom for so many years, the only thing i know about any of that drama is that she's perceived as a threat to their yucky ship bc she was really the canon love interest for sesshomaru in the og series. and kagura is obviously the polar opposite of rin in literally every aspect. like, we have a demoness that was born from the body of the main villain who comes out the gate swinging on koga's entire family & is forced to beef with the whole inugang constantly and calls sesshomaru a bitch to his face the second time they meet. versus a cute lil baby who's a complete blank slate. so for people that don't care for her bc of their ship bias it's pretty easy to misinterpret her character & motivations and draw silly conclusions lmao. i'm not gonna say kagura isn't problematic in some ways but LITERALLY WHO CARES it's not that serious?? pretty much everyone in IY has done morally questionable shit. it's a fairy tale set in feudal japan, like. and it sucks that you're coming across negative bs when you're just trying to enjoy yourself in this fandom!! that happened to me too when i first got back into iy in 2020 bc i didn't know that kagura was like severely hated until i joined an iy group on fb (owned by you-know-who, unbeknownst to me) and saw all that weird shit lmao. but there's a lot of really great creators on tumblr, at least, that are anti-sr & pro-kagura, so i hope that you could at least enjoy yourself on this blog!! <3
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I decided to quickly write this short tale up for his birthday (but writers block hit), please note that spoilers from his first SSR Birthday Boy card will be included in this tale, traveler!
(Silver will be about 6 years old in this story)
TW: Mentions of injuries and mild blood
𝕃𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖…
Silver and Lilia - Never To Part
The smell of fresh rain falling from the heavens and the sounds of thunder echoed throughout the forest below on that chilly spring afternoon. The wind whipped through the trees and the leaves danced along with it. The scent of fire filled the rainy air while it kept a small cottage warm. A small silver-haired boy lay on his belly as he played with some building blocks by the fireplace while his fae father sat on the sofa to read the paper.
Once more the thunder roared making the little boy scream in fear as he ran to his father. The fae did not hesitate to soothe his frightened child who trembled in his embrace, humming softly and petting his son’s hair.*
“The thunder cannot harm you in here, Silver, no need to cry, my dear.” He whispered, gently wiping a stray tear from Silver’s face. “There we go, those aurora eyes of yours are too beautiful to have tears.”
“B-but it sounds so angry, father! Must it be so loud and mean?” He asked innocently, nuzzling his face into his father’s hand. “It’s scary… sounds like Sebek when he’s mad.”
Lilia let out a laugh causing Silver to let out a small giggle. Oh how he loved this child of his, nothing in the world could change that for him not ever.
“Now who taught you to be so cheeky? Oh that’s right, me~! I think I did a fine job at passing that torch to you!”
Silver cracked a smile as he tilted his head as he listened to his father ramble away suddenly realizing something he never really noticed before- his father’s ears. They were different- vastly different. He slid a hand up to his own and felt them just to be sure just before freezing. His heart dropped and a small gasp escaped his petal pink lips. Tears began to prick his eyes as he slowly backed away.
“F-Father, w-why are our ears d-different…?” He stuttered, frightened as if what he just asked would offend his father- no- this man.
“Silly boy of mine, you are just now realizing? Ahahaha! My ears are like this because I’m a fae and you are a human!”
Silver froze, his heart beating faster and faster in absolute fear. His father was not his father. Where were his real parents?! His mother?! His REAL father?! Tears began to fall from his aurora eyes as he stared heartbroken and scared at Lilia.
“Y-you are not m-my real father…?!”
Lilia paled, he never wanted Silver to find out like this, he always assumed he knew he was adopted. His old heart broke at the sound of his child’s tears, desperate to run to him and soothe him but he knew better than to rush towards him, not while he was clearly frightened of him.
“Now Silver, I-”
But it was too late, Silver was already running out the door and deeper into the woods barefoot and in the cold rain. Lilia collapsed to his knees, picking up Silver’s teddy bear and one of the wooden blocks. He thought of the very first moment he held Silver in his arms and the very first time he heard Silver laugh. Memories came flooding in like a river when a dam breaks. He stood up, taking Silver’s bear upstairs to his nursery and placing it atop his neatly made bed. He wrote a small note explaining his absence from the cottage if Malleus came over for a visit and left with his nothing but his cloak and a towel.
“My baby…. I am so sorry…”
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Silver continued to run through the dense woods, falling occasionally and scraping his knees but never stopped running. The rain violently hammered his small body and the wind nearly blew him over more than once, but he could not stop- he had to keep running until he was hidden for good.
Thunder crashed and startled him, causing Silver to fall once more but this time down a small cliff and into a narrow crevice. He smelt his own blood as it oozed from the fresh wound on his leg and from a small gash on his forehead that was hidden by his hair. He cried in pain, he never should have left home- ever. Pain flooded his small body and to make matters worse the weather was taking a toll on his health.
Silver tried his hardest to stay awake but eventually he allowed sleep to claim him once more. The warm embrace of sleep welcomed him and lead him into a much needed slumber. Eventually, a dream began to play itself in his weary head- playing sweet images of him and his father- well, former father. It was like his mind was taunting him, punishing him for running away so suddenly. Even in sleep he could not escape Lilia.
Lilia… the very man he ran away from, his own father, the man he so desperately needed to save him.
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Lilia’s frantic cries could be heard across the forest, echoing through the trees and being carried by the wind. Still, not even a whisper could be heard from his missing son. He began to fear the worst as night set in and the temperature began to drop- Silver was still small and such conditions could kill him from prolonged exposure to the elements.
Ah humans, ever the fragile creatures they are…
Lilia knew he could not let Silver simply return when he felt like it, no, not in these conditions. The wind began to pick up and with it a small scent Lilia knew well- blood… Silver’s blood.
He froze, that was definitely not good, his baby was hurt or… worse… panic set in and Lilia began to bolt as fast as he could to the source of the scent until he found the heartbreaking scene, his young son laying in the mud with a gash on his head and bloody knee. The child looked terrible, soaking wet and clearly ill. He wasted no time and carefully pulled his son into his arms where he could properly wrap him in a towel.
“Oh Silver, I’m so, so sorry… do not worry, papa is here and always will be. Dear me, you are beginning to burn up- let’s get you to the palace immediately!”
Silver did not awaken, let alone realize he was in his father’s arms- he was oblivious to the world around him, unconscious and unmoving. Lilia sprinted as fast as he could with his precious bundle still secured tightly in his arms to the palace where he knew Silver could be treated properly in the comfort of somewhere familiar. The boy’s breathing began to make wheezing sounds and his shivering intensified as the old fae neared the palace gates, earning stares from the guards who knew him well.
Malleus met him at the door, immediately taking Silver into his own arms to allow Lilia to rest a bit and catch his breath while he got Silver to the palace doctor. The Draconia fae’s heart began to break as he looked down at the tiny human he held, never in the six years the child had been alive had he ever seen him in such a pitiful state. He refused to release his hold on Silver as the doctor looked him over, confirming that indeed Silver had come down with a rather nasty fever, thankfully the scratches were not severe enough for stitches but would need bandages regardless.
Malleus reluctantly handed Silver over to the doctor to be cleaned and bandaged, never once leaving Silver’s side. He stood by holding the child’s hand and whispering comfort to him. It had not been very long so by the time Lilia arrived inside the room Silver was fresh out of the bath, swaddled in a fluffy towel and being placed on the bed to be clothed in a soft nightgown and bandages.
“General Lilia, your son will be alright, for now let him sleep. His fever went down enough and I expect him to make a full recovery soon- I’m grateful he was not severely injured, he is one lucky boy.” The doctor smiled as he placed Silver into his father’s arms, gently resting his head atop Lilia’s shoulder. “And he is lucky to have you, sir, now, I have already handed Lord Malleus the medicine for him- in two hours have Silver take the amount listed. If there are any issues do not hesitate to call me.”
“Thank you, Doctor.” Lilia replied, relieved to see Silver again and sleeping peacefully in his embrace. “Silly child, what am I to do with you, hm? Oh I know, keep you and love you!”
“Lilia, what happened? I have never seen him like this- ever.” Malleus asked worriedly, gently taking Silver’s hand in his.
Lilia sighed and began to tell his prince everything and how he believed that his son had always known he was adopted. He told him how he simply laughed it off and how he immediately saw Silver’s face drop in utter heartbreak before bolting out the door. Never once in his long life did he ever feel so ashamed for his actions, let alone towards his own son who was but a child. Malleus sighed and nodded, understanding everything clearly. He too was under the impression that Silver was aware of his adoption but it seems that now it is clear the boy had no idea. No wonder he ran away, he felt betrayed- he felt lied to.
“Lilia, now that the rain has lifted enough I suggest you return to the cottage, Silver needs to rest and if may be easier to explain everything to him there. If you require me, I will be there.” Malleus leaned over and pressed a kiss atop Silver’s head. “Rest well, little beasty.”
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A few hours had passed and Silver lay nestled in his own bed in his nursery with Lilia by his bedside in the rocking chair. The window was cracked a bit allowing the cool night air to flow through the room making the candlelight dance and allowing the fresh scent of the wet earth come in. Silver began to stir and whimper a bit as he began to turn, likely due to the formation of a nightmare in his mind. Soft cries began to emit from him as he tossed and turned, Lilia reached forward and began to shush his son and gently brush his face with his hand in attempt to soothe the boy who began to slowly wake up.
“P-papa…?” He mumbled sleepily as his aurora eyes began to open.
“I’m right here, my child, I’m right here.”
Immediately the dams broke and Silver let out the most pained cry Lilia had ever heard from him. Lilia wasted no time with scooping him up to hold him close and running soothing circles around his back as he gently rocked them both.
“I’M S-SORRY!! I-I’M SORRY!!” Silver wailed into his shoulder, genuinely sorry for causing trouble for his father.
“Oh baby boy, I’m not upset! I should be apologizing to you! I’m so sorry I never told you before, I always thought you knew. But you want to know something? Families do not always have to match, you and I may be two separate races but you have a lot of me in there!” Lilia smiled, peppering Silver’s tear-stained face with kisses.
“Y-you mean I-it?”
“One hundred percent, baby mine.” Lilia nuzzled his nose into his son’s soft hair, pressing him closer to his frame. “Just promise that you will never scare this old man here like that ever again! I nearly had a heart attack, I absolutely could not lose my baby!”
“I’m sorry…*yawn* really sorry…”
Lilia chuckled as he noticed the crying worn the poor child out, Silver’s eyes began to droop and he latched a sleepy hand onto his father’s shirt. He gently petted Silver’s head and began to sing an old Briar Valley lullaby, one he knew was Silver’s favourite.
“I know you I walked with you once upon a dream~”
With his father’s singing, his heartbeat and the warmth and undeniable comfort he brought, Silver drifted off into a deep sleep once more but this time with a soft smile on his sweet face.
*A/N: The lullaby Lilia was humming to Silver was “A Mhaighdean Bhan Uasal” from Brave
#windblume writes#twisted wonderland#twst#twst silver#fanfiction#lilia vanrouge#silver vanrouge#diasomnia family#malleus draconia
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SSR/SSR+ 【Tale of The Wisteria Maiden】Yuuki Otokura
"It really feels like a brand new year. A new breeze, a new light... as well as a brand new me...!"
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Ginnojo, 178 cm, 54 y.o.
Ayakashi: Romance Reborn
N, R and SR card design
ginnojo was my first boy i liked from ayakashi just because his ssr was my first. i was like, yep, i'll make him my fav just because he was my first lol
ginnojo is a shy bookshop keeper, a veteran of war, and he is VERY shy around women
he is blushing and stuttering his way through every interaction with mc in the game (i'm exaggerating lol)
his story was kinda the most boring one, unfortunately :c
but they compinsated with ssr hidden stories and small interactions in events
in game, he doesn't have anything interesting in his design that would reflect his dragon nature. you can see on official artwork that he has like a few scales on his cheek and arm, and that's it. i think it's a mist opportunity! so i added more scales and a dragon tale for him.
(screenshots from ayakashi: romance reborn)
yes!! he is THAT OLD, but don't fret, there's is even more ancient dude (who i really like too, but he didn't get into nu: carnival line up)
ayakashi live longer lives and seemingly don't age, and in nc yokai have long lives too, like kuya and quicy for example
ginnojo has a blue gem on his left hand
his conterpart is yakumo
ginnojo is kind of weird yokai as well, he is a water dragon. how do you become a water dragon yokai in nc universe? i don't know!
ginnojo lives in deep water territory. even though, water territory seems to be more inhabited by people, like light territory, i bet there is still secluded places for rare mythical creatures to occupy.
i imagined his living by a high mountain lake, but looking over nc map (i'll probably post it sometime later) it seems that water territory is very flat 😭
and i don't want another yokai chilling in wood territory. i know that it's often their birth place, and it's safer from humans, but idk it's a big concentration of sexy dudes in one place lmao they can't be ALL neighbors to each other yk
water territory seems to have dence forests too, judging from the main story (where rei lives), so i bet there is a place for a magical secret lake or something suitable for a water dragon. *huffs and puffs*
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SSR Jamil Viper - Platinum Jacket Vignette
"Happy 100th Anniversary"
[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]
Jamil: As a supporter of the Land of Dawning National Museum of Art's 100th Anniversary Celebration, I've made sure to look into every single exhibit.
Jamil: If I recall, the next exhibit over should have a painting of the Sorcerer of the Sands on display…
???: That's a good look he's got there. Makes sense, though, this captures the moment he got his hands on that Very Rare mat he'd been searching a long time for, so.
Jamil: Idia-senpai, is that you over there…?
Idia: EEK! O-O-Oh, it's Jamil-shi. Don't just suddenly start talking to me like that…
Jamil: My apologies. I didn't expect you to be this startled just by calling out to you.
Jamil: At any rate, this painting is spectacular… It's overwhelming to see the real thing in person like this.
Jamil: He overcame countless ordeals and finally obtained the magic lamp that he had been continuously seeking for many years…
Jamil: This painting perfectly depicts the legendary tale of the Sorcerer of the Sands.
Idia: …He continuously searched for just one thing for countless years, huh. I think I can sympathize with him.
Jamil: Sympathize?
Idia: Ah, no, uh… I just meant that there was something that I wanted to have, no matter how hard I'd have to struggle to get it, is all…
Jamil: Something you wanted to have, no matter how hard you'd have to struggle for it, hm…
Idia: Th-The way you reacted there… W-Was there something that you wanted, Jamil-shi?
Jamil: Yes, I suppose I want…
Jamil: THE POWER TO COMMAND THE UNIVERSE.
Idia: HUH!?!
Idia: N-Never thought I'd hear those words come out of your mouth, sounds like something a middle schooler would say…
Jamil: I was just trying to mimic a quote that comes from the legends of the Sorcerer of the Sands, but… Looks like you didn't catch the reference.
Idia: Ah, so it was a joke… For a second there I thought we were similar, soz…
Jamil: No, there's no need for you to apologize… We were talking about things we want, right?
Jamil: There are many things I want, but… I suppose my current priority is networking.
Idia: Siiigh, so that's what you went with.
Idia: Still feel like I could relate better with you when you said you wanted "the power to command the universe"…
Jamil: In order to fulfill my deepest desires, I need useful…
Jamil: …I mean, helpful people with whom I can solidify and further my relationships with.
Jamil: After all, they say that the Sorcerer of the Sands also received assistance from many people in order to obtain that magic lamp.
Jamil: That is why I want to network and make human connections, so that I will never miss out on my deepest desires.
Idia: Yeah, I can get wanting to get your hands on a rare item as much as the next guy, but…
Idia: Leaving it to other people means they could end up betraying you. And it'd already be impossible to set up those human relations from the get-go.
Idia: But hey, since the Sorcerer of the Sands held the spirit of deliberation…
Idia: Maybe he was able to work with others the same way you think through things, Jamil-shi. IDK.
Jamil: If there were any similarities in the way the Sorcerer of the Sands and I thought, then I would consider that a high honor.
Jamil: In most legends, he is described as a man who was prepared for any possible circumstance that could arise.
Jamil: That is, in both the country's affairs, and his personal affairs.
Jamil: In order to become someone as great as he was, I will continue to improve myself with care.
[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]
Jamil: This is a painting of a bird. It seems what's depicted here is the hornbill that served the royal King of Beasts family for generations…
Idia: U-Uh-huh… Looks like it's spouting something of all smug-like.
Jamil: Perhaps he's advising the royal family on something… Or no, maybe he's just lecturing.
Jamil: From what I understand, in addition to being the king's chamberlain, he was also the prince's chaperone as well.
Idia: For him to lecture someone he serves like that, he's either got guts or is unafraid of anything…
Jamil: Well, if the prince was the type to do his own thing, or act without thinking, dragging other people around him into his messes…
Jamil: I think I also would have a few frank words to say to him.
Idia: Jamil-shi, doesn't it seem like you're bringing your own feelings into this?
Jamil: …You must be imagining it.
Jamil: Now that I think of it… I heard that this hornbill was once asked by the King of Beasts to sing lullabies.
Idia: H-He asked his stern chamberlain for lullabies… Sounds like the King of Beasts' courage knew no bounds.
Jamil: Perhaps he got along well with the King of Beasts, let alone the prince.
Idia: My vote is that he'd have him sing lullabies in retaliation for nagging him day in and day out.
Jamil: Haha, that's possible too.
Jamil: But even so… Lullabies, huh. I remember my sister used to pester me for them all the time way back when, too.
Idia: U-Uh-huh… What another lovely memory for you.
Jamil: I don't know what you may be imagining, Idia-senpai… But it absolutely isn't a lovely memory at all.
Idia: Eh, r-really?
Jamil: Yes. Even though I tried my utmost to sing her a lullaby to help her sleep…
Idia: She wouldn't sleep at all?
Jamil: That'd still be a cuter outcome than what would happen.
Jamil: She'd furrow her brow at me and say YOU'RE TERRIBLE AT THIS!
Idia: Gaha! Out of the mouths of babes, as they say!!
Idia: Oh, but you were part of the NRC Tribe, right?
Idia: So that should mean that your singing was good enough to be chosen by that Vil Schoenheit, right?
Jamil: Well, sure… Ever since my sister first made fun of me, I've practiced a lot. I thought I improved enough that I could sing in front of people without embarrassing myself.
Jamil: My sister was also watching the live broadcast of the VDC, so I said to her, "Guess you can't make fun of me for being terrible at singing anymore"…
Jamil: And she responded with, "What are you even talking about?"
Idia: So she didn't even remember she said all that!? H-Heehee… Jamil-shi, that sucks!
Jamil: Right, I felt like an idiot for overthinking it for years.
Jamil: Well, I guess all's end that ends well, since all that practice means that my grades in music class don't suffer.
[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]
Idia: Ooh, the painting we can see over there is of the Thorn Fairy. It looks like she's in a bit of a pinch surrounded by a ton of soldiers.
Jamil: Yes but look at her expression. Although there are so many weapons pointed at her, she fears nothing.
Idia: More like the soldiers are the ones who're scared of her. But, how did this situation happen, in the first place?
Jamil: They say that the Thorn Fairy held magical power so great that everyone prostrated themselves before her. That is why she is legendary.
Jamil: However, humans often fear those who have unfathomable power…
Jamil: So I'm sure there were some humans who would attempt to point their weapons at her in this fashion. Foolish, is all I can call them.
Idia: Uh-huuuh, I see. If it were a video game, I can understand getting all excited trying to figure out a way out of throng of people, but…
Idia: If I ever got surrounded by so many people IRL, I'd faint immediately.
Jamil: I'm sure you're just overexaggerating about the faint…
Idia: Overexaggerating!? J-Jamil-shi, are you saying that you could go up against a large group of people like that and stay composed?
Jamil: Hm, I would… I would come back another day and request to speak one-on-one with the king who commands those soldiers.
Jamil: Well, that's assuming that they are a king who is willing to have a rational discussion.
Idia: Oh, so you wouldn't be able to handle them like the Thorn Fairy would…
Jamil: Well, isn't she considered one of the Great Seven because she can accomplish things that ordinary people cannot?
Jamil: Not only does she harness great power, but she is also very big-hearted. If it were me, I would probably have retaliated against them.
Idia: Oh, yeah? What kind of revenge would you come up with? Make 'em stub their toe on a desk corner or something?
Jamil: Heh, perhaps.
Idia: Oh, that look in his eyes means he's definitely plotting something…
Idia: I-I just remembered something urgent I need to do, so I'll leave you to it!
[Idia runs away]
Jamil: Something urgent? What else could he possibly have to do here? As supporters we're just here to enjoy the art museum.
Jamil: Well, no matter. I was just thinking I'd like to look at the exhibits quietly without anyone else bothering me.
Jamil: "What kind of revenge would I come up with?"… Hm.
Jamil: Well, if it were me…
Jamil: I would make them feel abject humiliation in every possible way so they could never walk the earth with dignity ever again.
Requested by @bibi-cha.
#twisted wonderland#twst#jamil viper#idia shroud#twst jamil#twst idia#twst translation#twst birthday#mention: najma
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