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tinandabin · 3 months

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SAGAU but the the reader is the ACTUAL creator

Thorny love: part 5

Previous part: part 4

a/n: am I back from the dead? I dunno, but yesterday night I felt like writing and wrote another part. so, I decided to publish it here also!

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"Yo-Your Grace... You are finally here.." Ei spoke, her eyes wide and her legs shaking a bit. It almost looked like she was gonna cry. However, her face hardened up as soon as more people started gathering around you and her. Perhaps, you were the only one to catch a glimpse of her expression. She is an Archon, she too has a reputation to uphold in Inazuma, after all. "Hello, Ei. How have you been?" You smiled at her, hand going up to ruffle her hair. Revelyn still hadn't let go of your robe, her hold on it tightened a bit.

Ei's breath hitched as soon as your hand messed with her hair. "I'm..." She tried to find the right words to express her feelings, but she couldn't. How can she explain that she felt as if a part of her had been torn from her when you left her? It felt as if...she had been plunged into never-ending despair and loneliness. She missed you, very dearly. The place where her heart should have been, felt strangely empty without your embrace, your smile, your eyes, you.

Your hand retreated soon enough, "You don't have to answer, Ei." You gently told her, sensing her inner turmoil. It hurt you to leave your creations suffering and in agony, it truly did so. But some actions are sadly enough, necessary.

Ei smiled and nodded, hand coming to hold yours when she saw another hand grasping your robe. Immediately, she looked at the culprit only to see the face of the impostor. How dare she even show her face here after all she did? The thought made her scoff. She not only deceived the Archons but even you. The nerve of some people.. And now she acts all angelic and needy when you show up? But of course, Ei won't say anything. Not in front of you.

"And who might be the coward behind you, Your Grace?" Ei gestured towards Revelyn behind you. You smiled beamingly, gently prying Revelyn from behind you. "Oh, come now, Ei, you don't remember her?" You asked her innocently, quickly realizing the jab she was throwing towards Revelyn, but brushing it off. You don't wish for an argument to start over here, of all places.

Ei stared at Revelyn for a moment, taking your hint to not taunt her. "I do, Your Grace. How could I not?"

"I'm glad to know so, " You put your hands on Revelyn's shoulder, your touch sending an electrifying shock of pleasure through her body. "Everyone misunderstood Revelyn. She's a very sweet and angelic girl. I'm sure she will fit right back in, hm?"

Revelyn stood awkwardly, clearly wanting to be anywhere but here. She decided to keep up her act of cowardice until you left. "Um.. Hi," Her meek voice spoke up, a slight tremble to it. She batted her eyelashes at Ei, smiling softly. "I'm Revelyn.. Revelyn Aniela. "

The surname struck some nostalgic feeling inside you. You had a brief feeling that perhaps you had heard this somewhere before, that perhaps someone dear to you held the same surname. Someone close to your heart, your mind, your soul- but who? Who was that? You can't recall. Aniela. Aniela. Aniela. So familiar, yet so distinct. Maybe it was simply the name of a friend long gone, you would love to give yourself this benefit of doubt, but you're not the kind of person to do that. You're the Creator for fuck's sake, if you're remembering something, then that must be because it's important! It was of significance, you wouldn't just remember a random surname, right? Right...?

You shook your head, deciding you're indeed giving yourself the benefit of the doubt because you're too old to deal with this detective stuff. Frankly enough, if you think about it more, you'll probably just get a headache. Best to leave it be, now. You'll just ask Seraphina to play detective, like always. You cleared your throat. "So, what are we waiting for? Shall we go?"

Ei nodded right away, grabbing your hand and Intertwining your fingers. "As you wish, Your Grace. "

Revelyn was left behind to catch up.

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A few days passed in Inazuma without much commotion. You spent most of the time with Ei, Revelyn of course stuck around so long as you were there. Personally, you were tired of both of them. They need to stop clinging to you like you're their mother. Ei, you understood why she clinged to you, considering she didn't see you for months on end, but Revelyn, who lived with you for like... the past month, it wasn't very understandable. Lile be for real, Revelyn. You not tired yet? Like. Girl. Stop embarrassing yourself and get some self respect and go where you're actually wanted.

So, for both your sanity and their's (Lie), you decided to leave both of them together to socialize and become the best of best friends. (Lie. You just wanted time to yourself and wanted to meet Yae Miko.) Of course, you were, for the first time, surprised to see both Ei and Revelyn unite together. Merely for the purpose of notetting you leave but hey, progress! They atleast united for a common goal, no matter how troublesome that may be for you.

Their combined forces weren't enough to deter you, in the end, you won and they were forced to talk to each other or sulk together, or maybe, a rare possibility, but have a heated make-out session. Who knows. Whatever works, works. They're on their own now and you're on your own, to meet Yae Miko and have a heated make-out session with her perhaps. It won't happen, maybe, but the thought is entertaining though. You're like, 93% certain Miko would agree if you asked. It's not like she hasn't suggested that before. Ah, enough thoughts. You're here.

"Good grace, it's such a heavy task to climb these hills to just be graced by your presence, Miko, " You let out a whine, leaning against one of thr shrine. "You should know my old bones can't hold for long-" A book was placed against your lips and a fluffy, really fluffy and soft, tail caressed your thigh sneakily. "My my, Your Divinity, you ought to know, I don't fancy you saying those words. You look very beautiful, and ravishing, might I add. " Yae Miko said, leaning in close to you with a smirk on her face.

You placed a hand on her wrist, gently removing the book. "I'm happy you think so, but might I say, you look even more delightful, " You replied back with a grin. This flirty playful banter was always your favorite thing to do in Inazuma, apart from watching Revelyn and Ei be at their throats, of course. "Oh please, Your Divinity, you flatter me. But we both know, you're the most beautiful-" You placed a finger on her lips. "Ahhh, shhh. Nothing more to speak of this topic. You can't argue with me on this, you're, of course, the most stunning woman in Inazuma, "

Miko let out an offended gasp, "Inazuma only? Is that my beauty's worth to you, Your Divinity? I'm offended, " She pouted, clearly putting up an act just for you.

"No no, my dear. I meant in whole Teyvat. It would be a crime for me to think your beauty isn't other worldly, "

And this playful banter continued on.

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On the other side, Revelyn and Ei were indeed having a heated make-out session. Not the kind you're thinking of.

"Oh, so as soon as my graceful creator leaves, you suddenly drop the act of cowardice?" Ei stared at Revelyn, a cold and unrelenting aura around her.

"Your creator...? Psssh," Revelyn let out a mocking laugh, "Please. Your words are blatantly false!" She glared at Ei, her fists clenching at her sides.

"Shut up, you witch, you casted a spell of sorts on my graceful creator, didn't you? That's why she is completely and utterly fooled by you!"

"Oh? I'll cast a spell on you too and turn you into a monkey if you don't shut up!"

You walked in with a smile. "Guys. I just had a make-out session with Miko-"

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thehighladywrites · 3 months

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— “Let’s try something new.”

pairing: professor eris x reader, feyre makes an appearance

summary: Eris surprises you with a little surprise before your exam. After a fun session you insist on going home, so your friends won’t see you. But what happens when he’s nowhere near?

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smutty scenes, fem reader, professor x student relationship, both are obviously of age,semi public sex, remote controlled vibrator, eris both slightly degrading and praising (love that),kidnapping oop👀

amara’s note: this is kind of a wild one, we also get new info of eris’s background👀 this is especially dedicated for all the eris haters and antis💗 if u find any typos, your eyes are deceiving you. Also yes I know reader getting kidnapped is SO 2014 wattpad y/n with her orbs getting sold to a mafia boss coded but it’s for the plottttt🫡🫡

part 1 part 2 part 2,5 part 3

The sound of the loud fan and random coughs echoed through the silent lecture hall, the only sounds where the clicking of mechanical pens and the rustle of turning paper.

The literature exam wasn’t really something you were worrying about since you were dating eris so you just sat there looking pretty, thinking of ways to have fun with him later on. Life really was more beautiful when you didn’t have to worry about stuff like exams and hard work.

Eris always taught you the night after anyways. And it was much more fun being in his bed as he’s teaching you things, giving you rewards if you answer correctly and punishments if you answered incorrectly.

Your thighs clenched at the idea and you subtly bit your thumb at the thought of tonight.

You felt a zap in your lower stomach, clenching your legs even harder as you remembered that you had a vibrator in you. That’s right, you nearly forgot about the way Eris had slutted you out on his desk before asking if you wanted to try something new today.

He had pulled out an oval shaped, bright pink little vibrator. It was shapes like a U so that it was nestled deep against your g-spot while stimulating the clit at the same time.

At first you were a bit embarrassed at the way he just casually put it in your palm for you to examine. His eyes had darken at the way your cheeks had heated. The goosepumps, indicating your excitement, almost made him pounce on you again.

“It’s not very big. You sure this will feel nice?”

He smiles, gently pushing your hair behind your ear before planting a soft kiss on your plush lips.

“I assure you, you will feel pleasure.”

You decided to be petty, stirring the pot a little.

“Interesting. And how exactly do you know that this feels nice? Have you tested it on other girls?”

His lips twitch in a smirk.

“I’ve tested it on myself.”

Your eyes widen at his casual answer. Eris in bed playing with himself sounded like grade A masturbation material, holy fuck.

His smirk only widened at your shocked face.

“Why deprive myself of such pleasure?”

You nodded, your mind feeling a bit fuzzy.

“Uh-huh. You really shouldn't. And neither should I. So, please put it in me.”

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

You obey, lolling out your tounge as he puts the toy in your mouth for you to wet.

You hop of his desk and turn around, bending over as you push your skirt up. His hand massages your ass before slapping it, enjoying the way you yelp.

Eris glances down at his F.P. Journe, clicking his tongue at the amount of time remaining before his hall fills with bothersome students.

He can’t wait for the day you graduate and he can finally leave this fucking place. There’s really nothing keeping him here anymore except you. He finally found a legal business he can use as a front so there was really no need to keep playing professor.

It really fucking irked him that teaching a bunch of hormornal idiots was the job his father had decided to use as a front for the business. But money had to come legally from somewhere right?

Convincing people that the mansion was an ancient family estate passed down through generations proved ridiculously easy. Despite the entire place being new, the idiots didn't bother checking the details.

You wiggle a bit, trying to get him out of his thoughts before the doors infront of you opened. Eris quickly put the toy in with a grin, not surprised by how easy it slid in considering how many times he had you finishing on his tounge.

You rise and shift your weight between your feet, ensuring everything feels just right.

“Oh, i just feel light pressure. Will people hear it?”

“No, not at all. Do you want to try it out before you sit down?”

You nod then almost fall to your knees at the strong vibrations. Letting out a sharp gasp you grab onto his shirt, curling your fist in his shirt.

“How do you feel, my love?”

You take a step closer, resting your head on his steady, beating heart.

“Good. I feel really fucking good.”

Once again, he slaps your ass and this time it feels so much better.

“Mind your language.”

Grabbing his shoulders, you jerk him down and kiss him hard, licking and biting his lips before grabbing your bag and using the side entrance to leave the hall, only to come in with the other students through the big doors.

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Class started 5 minutes late because Eris needed his hard on to calm down. He was for sure getting you back for it. So when he opened the doors, he told everyone you had assigned seats because of the exams when in reality, he wanted you to have the last row to yourself. There was no one sitting in the back except for you so there was plenty of room for some fun.

The test, a multi-page character analysis and study on one of the course books, was handed to you by Eris along with a few extra pens to occupy yourself. But you still tried your best. He was still your professor and you really wanted to show him that you belonged in his class, you wanted to make him proud of you.

All that flew out of your mind when he started the toy, making your whole body tense before relaxing.

Eris started explaining everything to the class and asked if anyone had any questions before starting.

Then the bastard looked dead into your eyes and asked while he upped the speed,

“Any questions in the back?”

You clenched your legs together and gripped your pen so hard it started to crack,

“No professor.”

He nodded, a ghost of a smile on his and told everyone to start.

Seated, you struggled to answer the questions, constantly distracted by him and the pesky remote tucked in his slacks. Squirming in your seat, your face warmed, attempting to swallow with a dry throat.

It felt so good, having every part of you stimulated. Your entire body was always on edge, goosebumps and heat flaring your body. The onlu thing you hated was that during these two hours of pure ecstasy, he didn’t let you cum once. You were only brought to the knife sharp edge and had pleasure taken away. You considered just fixing it yourself had it not been for your nerves and the other students there.

Finally the exam ended and everyone left to discuss their answers at the cafeteria but you stayed put in your chair, convinced that if you moved, there would be a big stain. When the last student left and Eris locked the doors, you stood up, grabbed your things and tried to leave the room. If he didn’t allow you to cum then you wouldn’t allow him to touch you.

Seated in his chair, he observed your every move until you reached the door. Just as you were about to leave, he pressed the highest setting, causing your knees to wobble.

“Tell me, dear. Why are you so angry at me?”

He approached, crouching beside you, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Okay, maybe he could touch you.

“I’m- wait, it’s too much, Er, please.”

Eris looked at you with mock sympathy and simply went on.

“Did you want to cum? Is that it, hm? My beautiful girl is angry because I didn’t let her cum in a classroom full of others? Are you truly that needy?”

His words mixed with the intensity of the vibrations had you seeing white. You came with a cry, head thrown back and hands grabbing his forearms in a steel grip.

“May I have some more?” you asked with a smile. In response, he mirrored your smile and gladly fulfilled your request.

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After spending time with Eris in his office, he offered to drive you home, but you opted to walk to avoid being seen by friends at a nearby party.

You should have just let him fucking drive you home

The crisp autumn evening turned unexpectedly traumatic as you strolled home with your AirPods in. An eerie sensation of being followed grew, fueled by a black sedan trailing a few feet away. Heightened paranoia set in, prompting you to quicken your pace.

The car halted, and a tall, red-headed man emerged, his footsteps thudded against the dark sidewalk behind you. As he approached, tension heightened until an unsettling silence fell. Your fight-or-flight instincts peaked, and you turned to confront him, only to find no one there.

Annoyed and frightened, you turned around, only to encounter a wall of muscles but before you could scream, everything went black.

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Feyre’s pov:

“The number you have dialed is not available right now-”

She tosses her phone onto the couch, wondering where you are. The plan was to get ready together before heading to the party she insisted on attending. She was informed if TA Rhysand's presence, and she couldn't resist checking it out.

She was starting to wonder where you were. You mentioned being ‘busy’with Eris after class, but this was dragging on. Maybe you just decided to bail, but it's odd since you're usually stuck to your phone, and she didn't get a text or anything.

Feyre got a bad feeling in her stomach and decided to pay Eris a visit. She knew it wasn't really appropriate to show up at his place, but that gut feeling wouldn't let go.

And if you were at his house, she’d simply murder you for ignoring her.

You had given her Eris' address a few weeks back, just in case she needed to get in touch with you urgently. Now, she really hoped this wasn't turning into an emergency.

She rolled up to Eris's place, this big gate in the way. Hit the intercom button, started talking.

“Hi professor, it’s me, Feyre Archeron in your AP lit class. Listen, I know this might be inappropriate or whatever but is Y/N in there? I just really need to know since she’s not answering her phone and I haven’t seen her since the exam. If she’s there it’s fine and I understand and I will get outta here but-”

Eris buzzes her in and bolts out to the courtyard before Feyre can even ask about his fancy estate.

Feyre's eyebrows furrow as only Eris appears.

“ Wait, where is she?” she questions.

Eris looks at her with panic, revealing that you left nearly an hour ago.

“Well, if she isn't here, then where the hell is she? Do you think something happened?” Feyre demands.

Eris's eyes harden, jaw clenching.

“Trust me, I'll find out,” he grits out before instructing Feyre to come inside.

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yamujiburo · 7 months

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I'm so thankful for you sharing the importance of protecting minors from sexual content. My parents and I didn't have much knowledge back then and I was exposed to this kind of stuff too early. I developed bad habits. I somehow deceived my family into trusting me way too much and, when I saw I had lost control and I asked for help, I saw my family was also hurt and they spent a lot on therapy and my anxiety medication. I have forgiven them for not knowing back them. But I still haven't forgiven myself for getting them through all that stuff. It's important to understand how much we need to protect minors from sexual content. Family members and artists, please pay attention to the content young audience is exposed to.

Of course! I can relate a lot to this. My parents were really good at monitoring what I was doing online for a while but they started trusting me more and I unfortunately started seeing a lot of stuff I shouldn't have but would keep it secret. Gonna talk about my experience a lil bit under the cut just bc I've been reflecting on it a lot recently (tw for grooming)

I gained a following of around 25K on deviantart by the time I was around 15/16. It was in the worst fandom too (mlp). I'd have a lot of much older men talking to me, drawing/writing nsfw of my characters who were underaged (they'd draw nsfw of myself and my sonas as well). It was so normalized for me and I didn't see anything wrong with it at the time.

I'd shipped Spike and Rarity at the time (very much do not anymore) and adult men would use that ship as a basis for trying to talk to me or get in a relationship. "We're just like Sparity! You're young but you're very mature for your age, so it's fine." I remember one guy trying REALLY hard to try and get me to move in with him. I was pretty creeped out then, but like holy shit that's SUPER creepy and I'm fortunate that he didn't keep trying after I gave him a hard "no".

It bled into my real life a bit when I met a 22 y/o man who asked me out when I was just 16 just turning 17. Luckily the relationship was NOT long lasting (I think he realized that I'm a very boring person LMAO) but I think about how I thought that that was a perfectly normal. I'd date go on to date people who were probably too old for me.

Also around when I was 16/17, people started shipping me with another artist in the fandom who was several years older than I was (side note: nothing wrong with an age gap! but it's very not okay when there's "waiting" for someone to be of legal age involved). I did end up dating said artist after I turned 18 and it was fine, I wasn't hurt or anything but I did find weird that we were shipped when I was still a teenager looking back (there was also nsfw drawn of us together before/when we were dating)

I just had such a warped sense of reality for a long because of this shit. I'm glad there's more conversations about this stuff and it's more known that adults should have little to no personal interaction with kids on the internet and vice versa. There's way too many stories of kids getting taken advantage of in fandom spaces. I think I got off fairly lucky all things considered. But bottom line YES kids need to be protected online and their exposure to sexual content/adult spaces should be limited or monitored. It's also really tough though because not all kids have adults in their real life that they can trust or go to to ask questions about sex so they seek solace in adults online and it's just a constant cycle.

I'm honestly unsure of what to do about that and I don't have all the answers but I ultimately just don't want kids online to end up in similar positions I was in when I was younger. I just do my best

#tw grooming #long post

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ridhearts · 1 year

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glittering like diamonds {misc.}

sometimes, the smallest acts of intimacy can get your heart racing (OR; they find your missing jewelry for you)

!! information !!

characters: riddle + jamil + rook + ruggie

reader: gn (”you” pronouns)

CW: none!

• • • • • • • Riddle Rosehearts

Dusk had fallen on the gardens of Heartslabyul, the only light coming from golden glows in lanterns with twisted poles and windows in frames of warped proportions. Riddle watched as the last of the hedgehogs scurried around and burned off their energy, darting through the single square of light sporadically like pink and blue missiles. The others were already tucked away in their cubbies, snoozing comfortably and ignorant to the ruckus of their rowdy friends. Watching the hedgehogs always calmed his nerves. Their cute faces, the sweet little noises they made, the ability to count and double count them to ensure those on hedgehog duty did their jobs correctly…it was all methodic and peaceful. A perfect way to end the day.

From inside the dorm, somebody must have moved from the window, allowing another stream of light to fall over the grass. Something glimmered and caught Riddle’s eye, the contrast between the mysterious object and the matte wire fencing surrounding the hedgehog pen quite noticeable in the light. Picking it up, he saw that a bracelet had been resting across the top of the wire fencing. Short three-link sections of gold chain connected many bright red rose beads about as large as the tip of his thumb. Upon further inspection, Riddle noticed that the claw end of the clasp was stuck. It took more than a few tries for him to finally push the latch and shut the clasp entirely. That must have been how it fell off.

Even if the hedgehog pens were a completely inappropriate place for jewelry, the fact that it matched the rose gardens did soothe his ire a small amount. Sighing, he stood and decided now was as good a time as any to head inside. The bracelet probably belonged to one of the members of his dorm. If he remembered correctly, you were also still in Heartslabyul, having been granted special permission to stay a while later than most guests in order to tutor your friends for an upcoming test. Perhaps, with your connections throughout the school, you would know the owner of the bracelet.

Just as Riddle walked through the main doors, he saw you walking down the stairs with your bag over your shoulder. Your hair was a bit messy and you were straightening out your uniform, which was a bit rumpled from a long day of studying (and undoubtedly other chaos that you managed to fall into). Riddle closed his hand around the bracelet, hoping to refrain from fussing with your uniform. As cute as you looked, it was unbecoming of you to walk all the way to Ramshackle looking so unkempt.

“Heading home, Prefect?” He asked. You looked up from your blazer and your eyes cleared, as if you had been in a haze.

“Yeah, we finally decided to call it a night,” You answered. Although he was unsure if he was deceiving himself, Riddle swore you descended the stairs a little bit faster as you walked towards him.

“Shall I expect stellar grades on this next alchemy exam?”

You grimaced. “You should expect Ace and Deuce to insist they tried their best.”

Riddle smiled at that. If only you could impart some of your pleasantness upon your friends. Still, you were clearly doing what you could. No matter what their grades came to be, the fault would only lie with them.

Noticing you were about to walk past him and leave, Riddle lifted a hand to stop you. “Ah, actually, before you go, do you happen to know to whom this belongs?”

The bracelet caught in the light as he held it up, appearing for a moment more yellow than rose gold. Instantly, your face lit up in recognition, and you held out your hand.

“Oh, that’s mine! I was wondering where it was,” you answered, shifting on your feet and smiling at him.

Riddle wasn’t sure what hit him. All he knew was that he was incredibly nervous when you were around, and his ability to remain calm in your vicinity the past few days was owed to his ability to rule on autopilot and sheer luck. That luck was running out, it seemed, because Riddle took a long look at your outstretched hand as if he didn’t know what to do with it. Then, carefully, he took the bracelet and looped it around your wrist.

His slim, gloved fingers brushed over the sensitive inside of your wrist as he slipped the clasp into one of the open links. You were suddenly thankful he wasn’t pressing down, certain that he’d be able to feel your heart racing through your pulse point. He must have forgotten about the broken clasp as he fiddled with it, eyebrows furrowing slightly. Sighing, he used one hand to keep the clasp in place and the other to grab your hand, gently pulling you closer so he could have a better angle. After a few more attempts, Riddle finally managed to shut the clasp with a faint click! Satisfied with his work, his expression softened and he grabbed your hand again, turning it over and admiring the bracelet.

“I’m sure Sam has clasps available at the Mystery Shop. You should be able to fix it with those and a pair of pliers,” he offered, looking up at you with a smile. All you could do was gape, watching him with wide eyes and a flushed face. “Is something wrong…?”

Your words got lost somewhere on the path from your brain to your mouth, so you let your gaze flicker down once. Riddle followed your instructions, looking down and realizing he was still holding your hand in his. Instantly, his face turned red enough to match his hair as his eyes darted from your joined hands to your face and back again. After a few moments, Riddle let go of your hand like it burned him, barely keeping himself from stammering.

“F-forgive me…” He started, taking one step back and then another. “Um. Make sure you get that fixed! In the hands of the wrong animal, it could spell serious trouble!”

Without offering you much of a chance to respond, Riddle hurried up the stairs beside you, mumbling something beneath his breath. However, halfway up the staircase he paused, turned, and looked at you still frozen in place. His face faded to a bright pink, even after he cleared his throat.

“And, of course…have a nice night, Prefect.”

• • • • • • • Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie had an eye for valuable things. He knew to keep his eyes sharp for the glint of any lost or discarded objects that might prove to be of worth, even in the most unexpected places. People threw away lots of things when they could afford to follow trends, and they lost even more when they could afford to be careless. With the many rich boys he went to class with, he wasn’t surprised to see a shimmer kicked to the side of the hallways.

Scurrying in before some other vulture could stake a claim to his prize, Ruggie quickly bent down and swiped the thing that caught his eye. A few moments later, he grimaced. It clearly was some kind of cheaper metal and fake gems. Figures. Shrugging, he pocketed it and decided to run down a list of potential clients anyway. Surely there were a few suckers who didn’t know their fine jewelry from costume jewelry and would take the bait if he sold it hard enough…and went a little lower in price than what he was expecting.

After filtering back into the flow of students walking to their first class, Ruggie brushed at a faint tug on his uniform sleeve. Looking to the side, he grinned when he realized it was only you. Well, only wasn’t the right term - though he wouldn’t admit it, Ruggie considered himself quite fortunate to be on the receiving end of your highly-coveted attention.

“Morning,” You yawned. Drowsiness settled in on your features, and Ruggie felt his ears twitch in agitation.

“Woah, did Grim keep you up muttering about tuna again?” He asked. Even though your movements were just a bit slower than usual, your whole body tensed immediately at his words. Did you think you could hide from him? The thought would’ve been cute, if he wasn’t a little worried.

“No, nothing like that,” You admitted. “I lost something yesterday and I was out late looking for it. Then I was behind on my assignments…and that kept me up.” As if to accentuate your point, you yawned again.

“What did you lose? Maybe I could keep an eye out for it.”

“Would you?”

“Of course!” He protested, his offense only half a joke. It should be clear by now that he’d take care of you like he did himself…

Having reached the door to your morning class, you stopped. Ruggie did the same, ignoring how the people around him huffed and shot you both dirty looks for blocking the middle of the hallway. “So, it’s just a cheap little gold thing with brown gems in it. I wore it yesterday and noticed it missing after dinner, but it could’ve been gone for longer.”

Ruggie’s tail, which had been swishing happily behind him, suddenly stilled. You paid no attention to that and reached out to squeeze his arm before turning away. “It’s not a big deal if you can’t find it, but I appreciate the extra eyes.”

Before he could decide what to do, you slipped into your classroom.

The rest of the day, Ruggie spent his class time toying with the necklace that now seemed to be burning a hole in his pocket. It was just as you had described: inexpensive metal, the charm a bar lined with brown rhinestones. He wondered if you purchased the necklace because it reminded you of his dorm - that was the first thing that popped into his mind when he saw it. Or maybe you were just a fan of more earthy tones, or whatever Vil called them.

Part of him still wondered if he should try to sell it. Singling out a gullible guy looking for a quick gift for a sister or mother wouldn’t be too hard. You even said yourself that you wouldn’t mind if you couldn’t find it. Clearly, the necklace wasn’t anything too sentimental that you couldn’t bear to part with it. Surely you’d appreciate it if he found himself with a little extra pocket cash to take you on a date or something, right? But then again, you did spend a solid portion of your night trying to find it…

With a huff, Ruggie clutched his hand around the chain. He already knew his plans for profit were out the window when you mentioned what you were looking for. Even if it wasn’t something he was ready to admit, he was long beyond the point where he couldn’t imagine betraying you, even for an extra stash of cash.

As soon as his classes were over, Ruggie began the process of sniffing you out. He didn’t have to search for long - you were sitting on a bench in the courtyard, leaning one elbow on the armrest and supporting your drowsy head with it. Keeping his footfalls light, Ruggie snuck up behind you and didn’t make a noise until he was holding the necklace in front of your face.

You startled, but lifted your head so he could fasten the necklace around your neck anyway. The cool metal pressed against your neck, and before you could reach your hands up to help, Ruggie wordlessly brushed your hair away from the back of your neck. As he clasped the ends together, his fingers barely brushed against the back of your neck. Every little hair stood on end, and your whole body shivered. Part of you wondered if he was purposely teasing you, but it seemed unlikely, as he didn’t mention it.

Moving your hair back behind your shoulders, Ruggie finally said, “I found your necklace.”

“Thanks, Ruggie,” You answered, leaning your head back so you could see him. Maybe your upside-down perspective was making you see things, but you swore you could see his ears droop slightly as he got flustered. “I knew I could count on you.”

At that, Ruggie quickly averted his gaze. Oh, he was definitely flustered. “And I know I can count on you to compensate me for my services, yeah?”

…but he was still endearingly difficult, it seemed.

• • • • • • • Jamil Viper

For about the fiftieth time, Jamil wondered if he should say something.

You weren’t as slick as you thought you were. The entire time walking to the Mystery Shop, you kept reaching up and tugging at your earlobe, rubbing it and pressing against something like you were trying to alleviate some kind of pain. Perhaps others didn’t notice - not everyone in school was the observant type - but he was, and notice he did. It didn’t help that hanging from your ears was a shiny pair of earrings that caught the light every time you pushed them around.

It was a strange change that you decided to make, though Jamil had no doubt it was due to Vil’s newfound presence in your life after VDC. There had been many hours dedicated to the importance of appearance and accessorizing during their training camp, and you had the strange tendency to be everybody’s favorite pet project after they got to know you. The earrings had to be his idea, though it didn’t appear as if he actually supplied you with any to wear. Jamil found upon his first close inspection, earlier in the day, that the earrings were in fact clip-ons and barely more than costume jewelry that Vil wouldn’t be caught dead owning. Considering the open secret that was your financial situation, that made sense.

That didn’t mean that they weren’t eye-catching, however. The deep red stones, set loosely in a gold, drop-shaped frame, looked nice on you. Jamil couldn’t explain it, but he felt as if you deserved to be ornamented beautifully, if that’s what you wanted. Or maybe he just liked having an excuse to be caught looking.

He caught you raising your hand again and, before he could stop himself, reached out to block your hand from fiddling with the jewelry. When you glanced at him to ask what was wrong, he met your eyes with a scathing look that was practically a lecture in itself. “You don’t have to wear anything uncomfortable. Beauty isn’t really pain, no matter how convincing Vil may be.”

You laughed, letting him know he correctly guessed the heart of the situation. “I already bought them, though, so I should at least get my money’s worth.”

“Sunk cost fallacy,” Jamil responded in a deadpan manner. You matched his tone with your own flat expression, which he quickly relented to. “Alright, give them here. I might have a solution.”

Even though you looked at him dubiously, you reached up and removed the earrings, handing them off without question. Jamil looked at them carefully before nodding and patting his pockets. When he pulled out a small bag with tiny, pre-cut foam pads, you widened your eyes in a silent demand for answers.

“Some of Kalim’s earrings are clip-ons,” Jamil explained without looking up. Instead, he placed a foam pad on each side of the earring, so both sides of your ear would be cushioned. “He’s very sensitive to the pinching feel, so I keep these on me when he wears them.”

“Oh,” you muttered. “You really are prepared for anything.”

He shrugged. “There’s another trick that might help, too.”

Suddenly, Jamil took one step so that he was directly beside you. He brushed your hair behind your ear, his touch light enough on the sensitive skin that you had to fight back a shiver. It was hard to ignore that he was close enough that you could barely feel the ghost of his breath on your neck. For a moment, you worried about how your profile might look, but any fleeting thoughts of insecurity washed away when Jamil gently tugged on your earlobe and clipped the earring on. A few seconds later, he let go and waited for you to tell him if it felt uncomfortable. When you stayed silent, he moved to the other side and did the same thing, carefully pulling on your ear and slowly clipping the earring.

A second later he was in front of you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head from side to side, checking to see if his work was even and admiring the shine of the earrings in the sunlight. “There. Now they shouldn’t…”

Jamil trailed off, suddenly remembering himself. As he stepped back, further than he was before you even started talking, you thought that he left with enough grace it was almost as if he teleported away from you. You pressed your hand to your face, feeling the warmth and hoping your embarrassment didn’t show. Jamil coughed awkwardly into his shoulder.

“Excuse me. I’m just used to checking Kalim, to ensure he maintains a neat appearance.”

You didn’t call him on his bluff, but you could guess he didn’t hold Kalim’s face - or look at him, for that matter - so tenderly.

• • • • • • • Rook Hunt

The unusual object on the desk in front of his seat caught Rook's attention as soon as he walked into the room. As he tugged on his lab coat, he made a beeline for the small ring pushed to the edge of the desk. It was a dainty, intricate thing, a band of black tangling thorns dotted with small blue and red gemstones like winter berries all throughout. It would be hard for the owner of such a distinctive ring to remain anonymous, even if they weren't someone Rook purposely sought out more than others.

But he knew the hands this ring belonged to. They were lovely hands that he spent a long time admiring. They were hands that fought valiantly to protect the school and care for those burdened by blot. They were hands he wished to hold and kiss and press to his chest in demonstration of his ferociously beating heart!

What luck that, in a school full of potential thieves and ne'er-do-wells, it was he who found your precious ring! Rook tucked it safely in his pocket with a silent vow to return your belongings as soon as class was finished for the day.

By the time Rook had a moment to spare to search for you, the sky was cast in a golden-orange glow, not quite sunset but beautiful all the same. It was difficult to say where you might be - after all, he was normally back at his dorms helping Vil at this time, rather than with you - but he remembered all of the stories you told him. If you were following any kind of pattern, you should be joining your friends after their club meetings, walking them to the hall of mirrors or perhaps even your dorm. With that in mind, Rook started towards the practice field, hoping to intercept you along the way.

He found you in the shade of the tunneled entrance to the field, chatting with Ace with your back turned. Ace was slumped against the wall, sitting with his legs straight out and guzzling water from a bottle. Rook allowed his footsteps to echo in against the stone passage, drawing your attention over your shoulder. His eyes met yours, and his heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him. He returned the gesture in kind.

"Hey Rook! What brings you here?" You asked. At your feet, Ace merely looked at him with a combination of suspicion and anticipation, the usual response Rook received.

"Why, you do!" Rook responded. "Although I must admit, this time I do not arrive to fill my time idly with you. I come bearing a gift of sorts."

With a flourish, Rook reached into his pocket and showed you the ring he found, twisting it so even in the dim light beneath the stone you could still catch the light reflecting off the gems. You gasped, one hand reaching up to cover your delighted smile. It brought a proud smile to Rook's face. Ace swore he could see Rook puff out his chest, just a bit, in pride.

"You found it!" You exclaimed. "I've been wondering what happened to it. I thought I lost it forever.”

“Worry not, dear trickster!” Rook proclaimed, placing a hand to his chest in a dramatic pose. Then, he grabbed your hand still hanging by your side and brought it up, bending at the waist as if he were about to kiss the back of it. “Just as the sun returns to warm the earth each day, just as the stars return to support the splendor of the moon, as sure as the flowers will bloom in the spring, I will ensure that all which belongs to you will return to its rightful place by your side.”

With a small, secretive smile, Rook loosened his grip on your hand and brought the ring to your fingers. Slowly, slowly enough that you knew he was trying to elicit a response, he placed the ring on the finger you normally wore it on. The metal had been warmed by his hand, and he stopped pushing just before it got too tight on your hand. All the while, his striking green eyes kept you in a steady gaze, creating an air of intimacy around the two of you. Briefly, the image of a proposal flashed in your mind, and you felt the heat rush to your cheeks.

Deuce, who must have finished with his practice and joined Ace behind you, suddenly sputtered. “Woah! Is- What-? Are they-?!”

Rook grinned mischievously before running his thumb over your knuckles. “I hope this is enough, so you can understand my intentions, mon coeur.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #jamil viper x reader #rook hunt x reader #riddle rosehearts #ruggie bucchi #jamil viper #rook hunt #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #i thought it would be cute if the jewelry vaguely matched the boys' dorms.......#so if any of them sound ugly just imagine whatever you want lol

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Ace's Character Concept Deep Analysis Based on Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ CONTAINS ADVANCED MATH

When "Ace is Traitor" theory suddenly becomes popular because of his birthday card where there is something like the oysters from Alice in Wonderland (that we know is deceived by the Walrus) I suddenly remembered one riddle from Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll that I believe is related to Ace (if Yana really did base him on Alice in Wonderland)

For those who have been following me and read my theories so far, you all know that when I do analysis "based on Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll" there will be high level math so buckle up if you are interested because it'll be a very long post or stay back if you can't stand it.

I'm not a mathematician and is stupid so I'm sorry if my understanding and calculation of math is wrong. If you are an expert at this field you are very welcome to correct and teach me.

Alright everyone, today let's learn Math to find the hidden character concept behind Ace Trappola

The Knave of Heart's Trial

To do a character analysis for Ace we should go back to Heartslabyul chapters because he played an important part in that book : As the "Knave of Hearts" who stole Queen of Heart's tart in "Alice in Wonderland" .

In the original Alice in Wonderland book by Lewis Carroll, Alice's dream of Wonderland ends when the trial of Knave of Hearts suddenly and dramatically collapses like a house of cards. Why? The answer to that is number "42"

And it's interesting how in Twisted Wonderland Yana chose to illustrate this in Heartslabyul book where the dream ends after the cards collapsed which is based on Lewis Carroll's version of Alice in Wonderland rather than the Disney one which Alice was woken up from her dream because of Queen of Hearts and her card soldiers are chasing her to the Wonderland Hall.

You can say that Lewis Carroll's wonderland is the wonderland that's created with base number 42. It begins on the title page with “Forty-two illustrations by John Tenniel.” After descending into Wonderland, Alice encounters an angry Pigeon who protects her nest “night and day” and hasn’t “had a wink of sleep these three weeks.” This gives her egg a hatching period of 21 days +21 nights = 42, or a unit value of(3 × 7 × 2) = 42. There's also the suppression of two guinea pigs in the trial scene. A guinea in English currency has a value of 21 shillings; consequently, the two guinea pigs (or piggy banks) would have a total value of 42 shillings. In the Queen’s rose garden, Alice encounters three gardeners who are animated numbered playing cards. If we add up the card numbers(2 + 5 + 7 = 14), then multiply that by the number of cards(14 × 3), once again we get 42.

And especially at the Knave of Heart's Trial, there are normally fifty-two cards in a deck. However, Carroll has been careful to leave the gardeners (the ten numbered spade cards) out of the procession, with the result that there are exactly 52 – 10 = 42 cards. The King of Hearts also said rule 42 as the oldest rule in the book, since it relates to the mathematical structure of wonderland which creates the Wonderland itself.(Riddle I'm looking forward for you to say rule 42 in the game)

Now let's move on to why number 42 is so important in Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.

Wonderland Multiplication Table

“I’m sure I’m not Ada,” she said, “for her hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn’t go in ringlets at all; and I’m sure I can’t be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she knows such a very little! Besides, she’s she, and I’m I, and—oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I’ll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is—oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate! However, the Multiplication Table doesn’t signify: let’s try Geography.

-Alice in Wonderland Chapter 2 : Pool of Tears-

Alice's adventure begins and ends with number 42 as Carroll actually already gave a hint where in Wonderland's great hall at the very beginning of her adventure in wonderland, she recites the multiplication table, but as we see from what she said, it's a system that's suddenly foreign to her. And then she said "The Multiplication table doesn't signify." This is actually a math problem based on scales of notation.

For a normal people, when Alice said "4 x 5 = 12 , 4 x 6 = 13" it might seems like Alice forgets how to do the multiplication because what we know is "4 x 5 = 20, 4 x 6 = 24" but actually it's not that she forgets how to do it. It's because the multiplication table we used to learn in elementary school and is what we usually use in our everyday life is the multiplication table with the base of 10 while she did it with the base of 39

In daily life we usually work with a base of 10 (multiples of 10) such that 1111 becomes ‘one thousand one hundred and eleven’. But in other things like in Computer Science for example, there are other numbering systems that are used besides base of 10, some examples are Binary (Base 2) and Hexadecimal (Base 16)

In binary system , where base is 2 (multiples of 2), (1111)₂ = 15 (8×1+4×1+2×1+1×1). Now I'll explain why it can be this way.

In binary, there are only two possible digits because this binary system only has two characters: 0 and 1. Therefore each digit in a binary number represents a power of 2, starting from the right and increasing by one for each position to the left.

Let's break down the binary number (1111)₂ step by step:

The rightmost digit is 1, and it represents 2^0, which is 1.

The next digit to the left is also 1, and it represents 2^1, which is 2.

The next digit to the left is again 1, representing 2^2, which is 4.

Finally, the leftmost digit is 1, representing 2^3, which is 8.

Now, to find the decimal (base 10) equivalent of this binary number, you add up these values:

1 + 2 + 4 + 8 = 15

So, (1111)₂ in binary is equivalent to 15 in decimal. The expression "(8×1+4×1+2×1+1×1)" represents exactly this process of adding up the powers of 2 to calculate the decimal value of the binary number.

Now I'll give another example in the Hexadecimal numbering system where the base is 16(multiples of 16). I'll explain why (14)₁₆ =20 which makes 4×5=(14)₁₆ (20 represents the value in decimal calculated by adding the powers of the base of the Hexadecimal number system while (14)₁₆ represents the number in Hexadecimal number system itself)

In the hexadecimal (base 16) numbering system, there are 16 possible digits, which include the usual 0-9 digits and the additional A, B, C, D, E, and F, representing the values 10 to 15.

Now to convert the hexadecimal number (14)₁₆ to decimal (base 10) :

The rightmost digit '4' represents 4 in decimal, just like in our regular base 10 system.

The leftmost digit '1' represents 1 in decimal.

Now, to find the decimal equivalent of (14)₁₆, we simply multiply each digit by the corresponding power of 16 and add them together:

(4 * 16^0) + (1 * 16^1) = 4 + 16 = 20

So, (14)₁₆ is equivalent to 20 in decimal. The expression "(4 * 16^0) + (1 * 16^1)" represents this process of converting the hexadecimal number to decimal by calculating the values of each digit and summing them up.

Note : In any number system, including our familiar decimal system and other base systems like binary, hexadecimal, or any base you might encounter, any number raised to the power of 0 is always equal to 1. This is a fundamental mathematical rule that applies universally.

Therefore Mathematically, for any number 'a' in any number system with any base :

a^0 = 1

Now back to Alice in Wonderland, we have to find a base such that 4×5=12 as said by Alice in her multiplication table which is 18 (12)₁₈=20(18×1+1×2).

Alice’s multiplication table goes as :

4×5=(12)₁₈

4×6=(13)₂₁

4×7=(14)₂₄

4×8=(15)₂₇

As we can see the base is increasing by 3. So

4×12=(19)₃₉

And therefore, Alice is reciting the multiplication table with the base of 39.

Now Alice said that she will never reach 20. The value of (20)₄₂=42×2+0×1=84 but 4 times 13 is 52 which implies

4×13≠(20)₄₂

Therefore Alice will never get to twenty.

Once we progress to the 13 times level, to maintain the rule of this system, we must employ base 42. This proves to be fatal and the entire system thereafter collapses.

It's a pun!' the King added in an offended tone, and everybody laughed, 'Let the jury consider their verdict,' the King said, for about the twentieth time that day.

Because of number 42 (as a base number in the Wonderland multiplication system), Alice is right to declare that she will “never get to twenty at that rate.” And neither will the King of Hearts: “ ‘Let the jury consider their verdict,’ the King said, for about the twentieth time that day.” But like Alice, the King never gets to twenty either. For here we find the fatal number 42 looms up once more, and brings all in Wonderland to a cataclysmic end.

At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily writing in his note-book, cackled out “Silence!” and read out from his book, “Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court.”

Everybody looked at Alice.

“I’m not a mile high,” said Alice.

“You are,” said the King.

“Nearly two miles high,” added the Queen.

“Well, I shan’t go, at any rate,” said Alice: “besides, that’s not a regular rule: you invented it just now.”

“It’s the oldest rule in the book,” said the King.

“Then it ought to be Number One,” said Alice.

The King turned pale, and shut his note-book hastily. “Consider your verdict,” he said to the jury, in a low, trembling voice.

It is by the authority of Rule Forty-two that the King attempts to expel Alice from the court. Alice disputes this, however, objecting that if Rule Forty-two is the “oldest rule in the book” as the King claims, “then it ought to be Number One.” And with this peculiar logic, she suddenly finds herself capable of overruling the King and Queen of Hearts.

How is this possible? And why, besides the King and Queen, is Alice the only one not ordered executed? Once again, Carroll is playing a word game, this time the word-within-the-word game.

In one example, he suggests that although one may find ink in a drink, it is not possible to find a drink in ink. In another, he explains that one may find love in a glove, but none outside of it.

Consequently, Alice is ultimately able to overrule the King and Queen of Hearts when she discovers her true rank in this game: hidden within the word Alice there is an Ace

When the procession came opposite to Alice, they all stopped and looked at her, and the Queen said severely “Who is this?” She said it to the Knave of Hearts, who only bowed and smiled in reply.

“Idiot!” said the Queen, tossing her head impatiently; and, turning to Alice, she went on, “What’s your name, child?”

“My name is Alice, so please your Majesty,” said Alice very politely; but she added, to herself, “Why, they’re only a pack of cards, after all. I needn’t be afraid of them!”

“And who are these?” said the Queen, pointing to the three gardeners who were lying round the rose-tree; for, you see, as they were lying on their faces, and the pattern on their backs was the same as the rest of the pack, she could not tell whether they were gardeners, or soldiers, or courtiers, or three of her own children.

“How should I know?” said Alice, surprised at her own courage. “It’s no business of mine.”

The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, screamed “Off with her head! Off—”

“Nonsense!” said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen was silent.

The King laid his hand upon her arm, and timidly said “Consider, my dear: she is only a child!”

According to the rules of Carroll’s card game Court Circular, in which hearts are trumps, “the Ace may be reckoned either with King, Queen, or with Two, Three.” We are told the numbered heart cards in Wonderland are “the royal children,” which would seem to explain why the King of Hearts initially informs the Queen that Alice “is only a child”—in fact, the youngest child.

However, as an ace, she can choose to switch from the lowest-ranking heart to the highest. When she claims her power as the highest-ranked card in the deck—the Ace of Hearts—her role in Wonderland suddenly shifts from the virtually powerless to the most powerful.

Alice has finally discovered Wonderland’s “rule of processions.” In the ranking of Wonderland’s forty-two-card deck, Alice has become the highest-ranked heart. She has become the fatal number 42 that in the Wonderland multiplication table wrecks the mathematical structure upon which Wonderland is constructed. She overrules the rulers, and claims the power to end her dream. In waking, Alice brings the whole of Wonderland down like a house of cards.

So for those people who suspect "Ace Trappola" might have "Alice" in him, based on this analysis of Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, you are correct! 🎉

Conclusions (and Speculations)

Up till now we still don't know Ace's unique magic. I don't know if "Ace is Traitor" theory will turn out to be true but if Yana really created Ace based on Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, after I did a deep analysis on him I don't think he will betray Yuu. It's more like "he will be the one that makes Yuu realize Twisted Wonderland is just a dream just like how any other Wonderland that we know is". But since Wonderland is "deceptive" itself by its nature, just like any other Wonderland that we know, Yuu might think of Ace as a traitor but in fact he is just telling the truth.

Based on the analysis of Carroll's riddle and Heartslabyul book, my prediction is his unique magic at least capable of doing this :

1. From the weakest become the strongest.

2. Break and collapse a dream/dream world. This can be a dream world made by Malleus or Twisted Wonderland itself, in which he might play an important role in the Diasomnia chapter or NRC/Ramshackle chapter. In my past theory of a way for Yuu to go back home , I put Silver as one of the key characters for Yuu to go back home since he relates more to the quaternion and had ever met Mickey, but I also always think Ace might also play an important role for Yuu to go back home.

Well, what do you think? I look forward to the continuation and revelation of the main story.

Thank you for reading this far and Happy Birthday, Ace! 🎂🎉

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The Cumshot

Montai x F!Reader x Nixx Krios

The all awaiting fic i know yall have been waiting for. I do hope yall enjoy this and it gives you back shivers.

Warnings: NSFW this is an 18+ fic minors DNI p in v, face riding, anal play, Montai has two dicks, pussy eating, vagina play, funny ending, and that's it if i left anything out do let me know.

A/N: This is a little unedited so if theirs any typos anything like do let me know also i do have my request open so feel free to request anything

The sun just settles as you get off of work tired, exhausted, and drained. Maybe even a little frustrated. You remember your encounter with the two demons separately.

You remember how the incubus had you craving for his touch and his attention. He gave you everything no mortal man could. You remember all the marks, the bites, and even the orgasms.

But with the succubus she made you wish for more and more. She showed you the stars and even what your brain looked like. You didn’t think that was possible until her.

They both made you their little pet and you wanted more, not separately though. What you didn’t know though was those demons wanted the same. They wanted you again and again.

Nightfall came and so did you hoping your rose toy can bring you the same pleasure the demons did only for it to fail. With a huff you threw it back into your drawer.

You decide to sleep the horniness off hoping it works. As you sleep four glowing eyes stare down at you. “Our precious little pet, we smell your desire and your frustration so we answer.” they both chuckle.

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You wake up around 4 am. You try to rub your eyes only for your hands to be restrained. Your legs spread, your body turns into this perfect star. You feel nails running across your thighs.

Cold air runs along your breast, your nipples perk up at it. You look around only to not see no one. As your eyes deceive you, you feel fingertips running across your body.

They get closer to your chest only to stop directly on your nipples. You feel lips running across your collarbone leaving small kisses. They continue to tease, rub, and kiss all on your body. You start to get impatient blaming it on the throbbing you feel in between your legs. “P-please!” You beg not knowing who and why.

A British accent you all so remember. “Awww could our little pet not handle the teasing.” Montai runs his nails over your thighs and blows air on your clit. You hear dark chuckles around you. The demons appear, Montai in between your legs and Nixx at your head.

“I thought we trained you better than that, pet. If you want it then you beg for it.” Nixx says pinching your nipples. You arch your back towards her wanting more.

“Please, I need both of you so much.” Your voice is a little shaky from the teasing you received. You continue your pleas for desperation wanting more and more for them to touch you.

“Well should we give our good little pet what they so desperately want?” Montai asks Nixx, you hope for her to say yes. You close your eyes waiting for her response.

“Mmm let’s do it. I missed our little pet screaming for pleasure.” She says just as Monati dives in between your legs. He continues to slide tongue all over moaning at your taste and the way you continue to get wetter and wetter with every move of his tongue.

Your eyes roll as his tongue hits your g-spot over and over just as you were so close to reaching your depths only to be denied entry into heaven. Montai smirks at your whine and smacks your pussy. “Shhh don’t worry, pretty girl ~he chuckles~ You’ll get all your desperate little orgasms and more.” Montai says as two manicured hot pink nails starts pulling at your nipples. You whine at the tension Nixx causes wishing for more of her touch.

“Ah Ah if you want more, use those pretty words of yours.” Nixx says take your nipple in her mouth, biting and pulling it. She rubs her finger down your body and ends in between your legs. She starts rubbing at your hole probing two fingers at your entrance. “Oh you're such a tight little petal, listen to the sounds you're making down here.” she pulls her fingers out.

She moans at the sight of her fingers and holds her fingers out in front of your mouth straddling your waist. You take her fingers in your mouth tasting yourself on her. Nixx smirks down at you, her eyes shining a dark pink color while Montai’s eyes was shining purple. They both smirked down at you seeing you squirm under their gaze.

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It’s now 4 in the morning, your screams awaken the neighbors they pound at your door only to be met with Montai butt ass naked swirling wine in a glass smirking down at them. “How can I help you, little mortals?” Montai says to them. Your neighbors look at him and immediately run back into their loft frustrated and concerned.

He chuckles and goes back inside watching Nixx use your rose bud on your clit and a vibrating dildo on your hole making sure you feel every pleasure imaginable and just as you come close to reaching your high, she stops. You groan at this wishing begging and praying for her to continue but all you get is your tears wiped and soft kisses on your body.

Montai switches out with Nixx and passes her the glass of wine. She takes a sip from it while moving to sit on your face to where she's facing Montai. He takes the glass back before ramming into your holes making you scream and claw at the ropes. Your screams are muffled by the rose smelling succubus on your face. Montai draws you down from the heaven you're in with small circles on your clit. You're so sensitive from the teasing you clench around him.

“Tug on the ropes, little petal if you think it's too much.” Nixx says as she straddles your face ready to use it. Montai is ready to use both your holes as his personal little fuck doll. He thrust inside you slowly and carefully. Montai gives you some time to adjust while Nixx rides your face like a cowgirl, she coats your face with her juices. Montai gives you experimental thrust once he feels you are ready he starts thrusting inside you. His thrust starts slowly letting you feel all of him both of your holes get used to his size.

You start remembering that Montai is no regular size especially with the way he’s thrusting. Your holes give him the best sensation he has had in a millennium. Nixx uses your tongue to her advantage, she treats your mouth like it’s her throne. Something she doesn’t want to get up from for a while. Your muffled moans and screams are like her personal vibrator and your tongue her personal dildo.

Both of the scents fill the room your senses are in overdrive. You try to calm down so you don’t look like a bitch in heat but they only make it worse. “Mmm~ You like being our personal little toys. Don’t you? So ready to be filled and stuffed with our scents. To be marked as ours.” He says to you while continuing to ruin you for any other toy, human, or anything you can use. They are both so tempted to mark you and keep you as theirs. So tempted to always keep you spoiled rotten with pleasure and lust. So tempted to leave you high and dry on their scents as their personal little cum bucket.

“Maybe we should keep them as our little toy.”

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“And that ladies and gentleman is how I met my wonderful Succubus girlfriend and incubus Boyfriend.”

Your friends stare at you with pure fucking shock on their faces just as the door to your shared apartment opens to reval your wonderful boyfriend walking out to come collect you from the stressful situation called your job. “You ready to go home, my little toy. ” You take his hand and wave at your friends bye ready to end the day in either pure fucking lust or sitting on the couch watching trashy drama shows with your wonderful partners.

Love, Crim-The-Writer

#incubus x reader #oc x reader #monster x reader #succubus x reader #monster smut #succubus smut #incubus smut #monster girlfriend #monster boyfriend

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Hi, can ask for romantic hcs of Affogatto Cookie with a Royal Darling? Tbh I don't remember much from the Cacao part of Kingdom

Honestly I stopped playing when the Dark Cacao Kingdom released, I watched some cutscenes though so I hope I got the basics of his character ^^ It feels a bit rushed but I hope I got my ideas across. I wanted to expand on this but the plot feels butchered :(

I really should play CRK again but I don't want to grind again, LOL.

Yandere! Affogatto Cookie with Royal! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Obsession, Attempted murder/just murder, Forced marriage, Trust issues, Forced relationship, Drugging.

In this story you are a royal of the Dark Cacao Kingdom.

You are another of Dark Cacao's children, persisting after Dark Choco's betrayal.

Safe to say you have some trust issues due to your brother....

Affogato is a very charismatic shaman (?) character.

He's manipulative and does his best to be trusted in the eyes of the Dark Cacao Kingdom.

He's simply someone looking for a place to belong!

He's definitely not some usurper to the throne.

When Affogato first meets you, he sees you as his key to the throne.

If he can gain your trust... your father will only ever trust him more.

Affogato is someone you don't trust as easily as most.

He shows up out of nowhere then tries to play himself off as your friend?

Yeah right....

You and your father have very different opinions on Affogato.

Dark Cacao trusts Affogato and his judgements, an idea you don't approve but can't fight.

"Father... can't you see it in his eyes? He lies to you with fake smiles!"

"Hold your tongue... Affogato is aiding us. He is no liar."

You only dislike the shaman even more when he accuses Caramel Arrow of stealing rations.

You felt that only you and Caramel Arrow knew of Affogato's lies at times.

Which is why you whispered that you were sorry for your father's actions when she is exiled.

You truly miss your first watcher... now the outside villages were bound to fall.

Affogato no doubt knows about your distrust.

He can tell you are annoyed at your father's obsessive need to fortify defenses... and his oblivious behavior towards the shaman's scheming.

Affogato knows he can't exile you like the others as your father still adores you, he also knows he can't convince you to go against your father fully... as you still love him too.

Affogato comes up with a new plan...

He'll simply try to be on your good side.

While Affogato's obsession started out as trying to be nice and gain your trust... it transitions to ulterior motives.

After all, what better way to gain the throne than to marry the king's child?

The shaman would try to play his cards right.

You are not easy to convince, Affogato knows this too.

It's frustrating to him, yet he'll try to be patient.

You notice Affogato become increasingly friendly towards you.

Your father sees nothing wrong with this...

You ignore Affogato's attempts to gain your favor, but he never goes away.

Affogato plans to marry you just for power st first.

In order to do that he has to prove himself.

Although... the deceptive man gets obsessed with the idea of you more than power the longer he tries.

You had a certain beauty towards you...

You held loyalty towards your father and hate towards anyone who was similar to your brother.

You hated deceivers... you scoffed at betrayal...

Such harsh beliefs didn't ward Affogato off in the slightest.

The shaman always brewed you the sweetest drinks and spoke to you in a tone as soft as velvet.

You narrowed your eyes at his cat-like orbs, scoffing at how he giggled mischievously in conversation when you answer or accuse him.

"Why do you try to be close with me, snake." Is your response each time Affogato wished to talk.

"Your majesty, I only think we should know each other more. You are awfully stuborn... it hurts my feelings. Is it so wrong to just talk? Our kingdom would fall if you held any false accusations towards those who wish to help."

You're never going to be able to fully trust the shaman after the betrayal of your brother.

This only ever annoys Affogato, as by the time his plan is almost in place, he's actually fallen for you.

You tolerate him... that's as far as he can get.

That is until he allied with Dark Enchantress and gets Dark Choco to rid the Dark Cacao Kingdom of its king.

It's a newer better plan....

When you hear the news of your brother coming back to kill your father... Affogato actually sees your personality change.

You break.

He sees your stern and hateful persona that's always up around him change to that of grief and vulnerability.

Something the shaman pounces on.

Affogato claims to the kingdom that you are in no shape to rule... alone, that is.

He makes a proposal that he becomes king with Dark Cacao gone.

Just until you are fit to lead....

Then, on top of that, he even alludes to the idea of a marriage between him and you.

When you hear of this news from him at your door, you're furious.

You blame him for your father's death.

Him taking the throne is enough already... then Affogato pauses your rage with one sentence for a moment.

"Not only am I king now... you are meant to be married off."

"Married off...? What nonsense do you speak of!?"

When Affogato gives you a cheshire grin, you freeze.

"Don't you get it? I've planned a marriage between you... and me!"

You feel your blood run cold when he laughs.

"Trust me... it's what your father would've wanted."

Affogato is devilish enough to not only have your father killed and steal his thrown... but he also has the audacity to force your marriage.

"You have enough power. Why must you marry me now that my father is dead?" You ask with fury, tears dribbling down your face.

"Don't cry, dear. Maybe I don't want to marry you for power? I promise despite our differences, I have fallen for you... your beauty is as beautiful as the sugary white snow outside our kingdom walls. I was bound to want you someday...."

Affogato expects your resistance, you have always been so stubborn around him.

You don't have much of a choice in the matter, unfortunately.

"I'll kill you for this...." He hears you whisper through tears.

The murderer only laughs again.

"You won't."

Before he leaves the room, the shaman would place a cup full of brew on the table.

"Now, drink up will you? You're so worked up...."

"I'll never accept anything from you-"

"That's unfortunate...."

Affogato has surprising strength when he wrenches your jaw open, dumping the sweet drink down youd throat before cocking your head back to swallow.

The entire experience leaves you surprised... and tired...

"You should really stop fighting me, love..." Affogato hums, placing you back on the bed in your room.

"After all... I'm your king now... and you'll learn to obey me in the end. Sweet dreams... you have a big day tomorrow, dear."

The Dark Cacao Kingdom's fate was no longer in your hands... as you drift off due to the drink shoved down your throat, you dread of what awaits next for you and your home.

#yandere cookie run kingdom #yandere affogato cookie #yandere cookie run

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Anders, the player, and betrayal

This actually Is (I think) an unpopular Anders opinion but I don't think his lying to you about the Chantry boom constitutes a betrayal any more than the Chantry boom itself. Ignoring the fact that I have literally seen people call any element of a romance they don't like a betrayal (ie long distance with Dorian, Morrigan's whole deal), I think people are keen to throw around the word in specific ways.

I'm going to define it like this: a betrayal means undertaking an action, either materially or verbally, that would cause harm to the person you're betraying (or the reverse, for a vital action that would prevent harm. For example, refusing to help Fenris get rid of Danarius would be a betrayal). By that definition, the Chantry boom is a betrayal if it would harm or result in harm to Hawke.

The Chantry boom does not physically target Hawke, or anyone other than those in the Chantry at the time - which is very few people. So it's not a direct betrayal. It does, however, threaten Hawke with harm to the extent that Hawke would inevitably be involved in the conflict that follows - if Hawke is a mage, it puts them in harm's way, and if Bethany is alive and in the Circle then it puts Hawke's family at risk. However, this is the action that Anders/Handers fans are most likely to say is not betrayal. I'll get into that later.

On the other hand, there's the lying to Hawke bit. Because Anders does intentionally deceive Hawke… but not to their detriment. It is Hawke's lack of knowledge of the Chantry boom that means they're not also immediately singled out for execution like Anders is after the boom. If Hawke sides with the Templars, it is their lack of knowledge that can allow them to become Viscount. When Anders lies to Hawke, it's not to their loss. It doesn't put them at risk. It is, by some definition, the opposite of betrayal, because the only way that knowing can benefit them is either preparing for it (and Hawke should be preparing for things to go tits up anyway, considering the events of Act 3) or preventing it from happening in the first place (impossible, in the framework of the game - because we always have to remember when considering DA characters that they're just that: characters, constrained by the fact that the game has a single end point. Even if you don't buy that, the point of this post is the distinction drawn between the boom and Anders lying about it, so if you want to have the option to stop him then this isn't directed at you lmao).

So here, we reach the point: the Chantry boom is, by a pretty reasonable reckoning, more of a betrayal of Hawke than lying about it is. The former endangers Hawke; the latter protects them. When Anders lied, he was acting in Hawke's best interests. The distinction I'm specifically drawing here is: 1 - if you do something bad to someone and never tell them, it's betrayal 2 - if you do something good to them and never tell them, it's not betrayal 3 - if you do something good and tell them, it's not betrayal 4 - if you do something bad and tell them, it's betrayal

If the Chantry boom is seen as a bad action towards Hawke, then it is always bad, no matter when Anders tells them. If the Chantry boom is not bad, then telling or not telling them makes no difference to whether it's bad or not. If you lie about a good thing, it's still a good thing!

At worst, Anders’ lies are an intentional deception for a Hawke who he doesn’t even like. They’re not a lack of trust, they’re an act of mercy. Anders looks at Hawke and doesn’t want them tarred with the same brush as him; he doesn’t have a way out, but maybe they do. So: why do people say that Anders' lies are a betrayal? The reason I usually see is that he should have trusted them, but Anders has a canon answer to that very question: he did. The lies were for Hawke's benefit. He trusted them to do whatever they saw fit in response to the boom, but didn't want to see them lose out from a choice they wouldn't be able to sway him from. (Also, it's not like he's subtle about what he's doing. The rails the game puts the player on are not Anders' characterisation - if anything, they're Hawke's.)

The other thing I see people say is that Anders should have given them the choice to support or reject him before he did it. But it's not actually a choice that involves Hawke specifically. Why don't people frame Anders' decision as a betrayal of the other people in the party? Or of the entire city of Kirkwall? Plenty of writing surrounding the end of the game or after it is happy to do that, but that's also linked with seeing the boom as a bad thing. Again; they're not separable elements in that framework.

The one exception here is that I think it’s reasonable to say that your Hawke might feel betrayed by Anders’ actions when he lied to them. They’re in the thick of it, they have the ultimate perspective on how they would react to him telling the truth. But the player is not Hawke, and it’s the player who tends to talk about how Anders made them feel by lying.

This is potentially going to sound a little uncharitable, but at the end of the day, I think that the dislike of Anders’ choice not to speak to Hawke about his plans has very little to do with Hawke and everything to do with the player as an observer but also participator in the narrative. I’ve already gone into why I find it difficult to see Anders as having wronged Hawke — but he does, technically, wrong the player.

As the player, the game reveals (almost) all to us. When a character goes behind our backs, taking away our agency in a game that is, to a lot of people, meaningfully choice-based, it can feel like betrayal. Anders isn’t doing it for our benefit — he conceals his actions from a player only his writers know exists. Can you betray someone you don’t know exists by lying to them?

It isn’t Hawke who’s entitled to the knowledge of Anders’ plans; it’s the player who feels entitled to it. Anders exercises a power over the narrative that the player does not have, and the writers choose to have him do so without our input. The Chantry boom is his ultimate act of agency on more than one level, and players don’t like it. Anyway that’s my salty rant that went off in multiple directions.

Funnily enough, I started writing this with the viewpoint that I was going to argue that Anders’ actions weren’t betrayal. Instead, I want to leave you with this: it can be a betrayal, but only if you acknowledge the Chantry boom as one as well. If you think it isn’t, then he didn’t wrong anyone except your own desire to know and have a hand in everything that your allies do. One of the best things about DAII is that your companions really do have lives and wishes of their own, and wanting to be with them every step of the way just isn’t the way it works.

#anders #dragon age 2 #anders dragon age #wrote this a while and it was probably vagueposting about some bad take in a discord server but it's been a while now #so here. mage moralising

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Hit The Road

Chapter Eight

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: The characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story. Also some information here is not in the order of the series or the same way it happened in the tv series. I'm changing some things to fit the fanfic story. Hope you like it!

You wake up scared as if you had a nightmare, a soft scream of horror escapes you. You analyze the room you are in, recognizing it as Damon's room. Not seeing him makes you afraid. Did he die while you were fighting to survive? Or maybe you're hallucinating...

"I thought you wouldn't wake up so early. It's strange for a vampire to spend two days unconscious." You hear Stefan's voice as clearly as day. You are extremely happy to see him. Without having much strength, you get up staggering and go to hug Stefan.

"I'm so relieved to be here. I thought I died, I actually thought we both died. Please make sure no one died." You speak with a weak tone in your voice almost like you couldn't find strength to talk.

"No one died Y/N. But you could have died thanks to your stubbornness. If Damon and I hadn't run here and found Caroline with Klaus' blood..." Stefan seems more stressed than usual when he face the reality of your actions. You look at him tenderly and give him a peck on the lips. You want to make it clear that you are grateful for everything and that you are sorry.

"Where is your brother?" You ask, still in Stefan's arms. He seems apprehensive but after a sigh he answers you.

"With Elena, she hasn't left his side since we arrived. After we saved you, Damon finally felt the consequences of the werewolve's torture." Stefan says as he hugs you even tighter. It seems like he knows you're feeling slightly uncomfortable about Elena being with Damon.

"You know that I can't demand any type of monogamous relationship from your brother, right? You don't need to be afraid to tell me that he's with someone." You say trying to stay strong both physically and psychologically. Feelings really are a great weakness.

"You don't need to deceive me, Y/N. I can feel your discomfort from here." Stefan speaks as if you were obvious to him. A puzzle that he has already solved and is used to.

"Now I know why we were in a secret relationship. You're sexy when you think you know something." You say, kissing Stefan right after.

"Sex will not solve our problems. As much as I want to, I don't think it's right for us to do this. Before I thought you were a stranger and now I know that even though I don't remember, I love you." When the words finish coming out of Stefan's mouth, you understand the burden of having returned to the Salvatore's lives.

"I love you too, even if I don't remember it. I would still like to sleep with you today." You speak sincerely looking at Stefan with a needy expression.

Stefan is silent for a while as you reflect on how comfortable you feel with him. Does Stefan know that he is like home to you? Cozy and comfortable, a place you want to belong. You observe him and decide to try to make him stop rationalizing what he is doing.You start by lifting your feet and kissing Stefan's forehead, then kissing his cheeks lightly, kissing near his eyelids. You kiss both sides of the neck softly, as if wanting to show your desire for someone. As soon as you feel Stefan is receptive, you kiss his lips firmly. He returns the kiss, increasing the intensity with which your mouths and his are intertwined.

"Am I interrupting something?" Elena speaks in an extremely serious tone entering Stefan's room. Did she not learn during her life that knocking on the door is the correct thing to do when you're entering someone's else room?

"Yes, you should use good manners and knock on the door before entering. It's okay that you've seen Stefan naked but I could be in a much more compromising situation." You speak being as direct as possible. She had to interrupt her moment with Stefan right when you were almost convincing him to sleep with you.

"Did something happen to Damon?" Stefan says, composing himself, and looking at the two of you.

"He's already much better, I was just going to let him know that I'm going home to take a shower and probably will come back later. Even during Damon's sleep, he kept calling a name. Y/N, to be exact. Maybe you guys should check on him." Elena says a little desapointed, and you somehow understand her. It must be difficult to see that you are no longer the only woman in the lives of the two men she loves. She left quickly after saying that to you and Stefan.

"Let me go see your brother and you can take a shower to calm down. Maybe another time we'll finish what we started here." You say pointing to Stefan's visibly aroused dick. He is embarrassed, but kisses the corner of your mouth. It's almost as if we communicate through looks. Then you head towards Damon's room.

"I heard you need a babysitter until your girlfriend gets back. I hope you don't mind me coming, but after all I'm your wife. I'm supposed to take care of my husband." Do you speak as soon as he enters Damon's room, seeing him half naked trying to find clothes to put on.

"You used to hate it when I called you wife. But I'm fine, don't worry. You should be resting." Damon speaks disinterestedly, as if he doesn't want to talk to you or look at you.

"Did I do something that pissed you off or is there at least a reason why you're avoiding looking at me?" You ask with a little anger on your tone of voice.

"You were irresponsible in putting your life at risk for me. You could have died thanks to your stupidity." Damon speaks completely out of character. You smile without believing the words he is saying.

"If I hadn't choose to go with Stefan, you wouldn't be here, but your ungratefulness is beyond realizing that, right? You question him, looking him in the face. Your fingers are slightly directed close to Damon's bare chest.

"Next time, choose yourself. That's what I would have done." Damon speaks rudely.

"Are you saying you wouldn't try to save me if it could mean your death?" You question, directly getting upset.

"Without even thinking twice." He responds so sharply and directly that you don't even notice when you slap him across the face. There is a limit to how far you can go and Damon has surpassed it. This bastard. It doesn't even take you long to leave the room crying.

#the vampire diaries #spotify #damon x reader #damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #stefan x reader #stefan salvatore fanfiction #stefan salvatore x reader #tvd angst #tvd smut #tvd fanfiction #tvd #Spotify

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One thing I always loved about taking things at face value instead of thinking of the more logical, meta reason why this is the case is that it leads to situations like this:

How do we get here?

The answer is art. Well, that, and trying to fit in multiple characters into a single frame coupled with Ranzal being too short to allow the rest of them normal-er heights.

It all starts at this early dragalia life comic, and this panel specifically:

So, apparently somebody (whether the artist actually asked anyone else or just winged it, I don't know!) decided Ranzal was 6'1. Fair, a pretty tall height for such a big dude, right? Well, it's not tall enough when we then put this in mind with pretty much every art with him in the picture and can't be explained by perspective (ie, everyone is likely on a relatively flat surface)

(Yes I know Euden's kneeling in that one but still, don't think standing is going to help him much in this case! He's still got more in common with Daikokuten the Mouse Dragon in that picture than any human or sylvan...)

And yes, these are some of the more egregious examples, but just the fact there's more than one makes this so funny trying to re-contextualize everyone else's height around Ranzal when we look at art like this. Because, as the very first image suggests, Euden is at best 5'1 in some of these arts if Ranzal is 6'1. And since Dragalia seemed to go with a vague 'comparison heights' to keep in line that Euden is taller than Zethia, but not Luca, etc, means quite a few people are absolutely tiny with the only fact that they're shorter than Euden as evidence needed.

Now, of course you can easily ruin this by logical, unfun recognition that Euden is also one of the most egregious size-shifters in Dragalia over the years (which by itself might make for some funny headcanons that he doesn't know/can't remember his own height and just guesstimates if there's some sort of conscious mental influence in trying to return to human form after shifting...Like if he's feeling on top the world, powerful when he's shifting back everyone is suddenly wondering why he looks so much taller, etc), as evidenced by even just these dragalia life panels:

(This would put him at about 5'9/152 cm)

...Whereas this likely only cracks 4' something or another. You get the picture: heights aren't exactly stable in comics or art. And I get it, it'd be a pain to try and keep everything consistent 24/7 over so many comics and artworks.

But oh, is it funny to imagine that everyone in Grastea is falling into one of two camps: huge-normal and very small. There is almost no in-between. You are either 6'+ or you are 4'8. Like...

A party approaches, two taller figures and three small ones. One of them looks like a the leader of this group, a bulky frame and commanding, harsh presence that signals not to play games with him. Surely that's the most dangerous member of the party, right? He looks like he eats whole horses for breakfast and it all turns straight into muscle.

...And then the one 5'1 kid randomly multiplies in size several times over and is now a huge freakin' dragon and setting you on fire/sending a tidal wave at you/kicking up a tornado/electrifying you/breathing poison/etc...

Appearances....can be deceiving?

So yeah, there we have the hilarious and unintentional effects by that one damning comic so long ago provides, if you so choose to take it at face value instead of introducing silly things like facts and logic and an understanding of the difficulties of being an artist!

Bonus round (ie, edit)

Also, judging by this exact one (1) piece of art, Emile very well is taller than Phares. Emile looks like he's hunching over somewhat and is still about even with Phares:

So yeah. Figured I should share that Emile might be way taller than I thought, at least.

#dragalia lost #dragalia

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peachyyykid · 7 months

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Deceivers Ch. 23 - Travels

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Chapter 22 - Plans

Two days ago, on an unknown island in the New World

After the long talk with Frewin, the two of you had come to a decision. The plan was genius, and you were in luck that it was so convenient.

Instead of having to go back to sea, potentially dying, Cawrolin would take you to the island where Jeany lived.

When Frewin first proposed the idea, you couldn't believe how that was supposed to work, but it would go like this: Cawrolin would wait for a newspaper bird and blackmail it, forcing it to take a letter to the Victoria Punk. In case that it would fall in the wrong hands, you couldn't use any names, locations or general remarks that could benefit the wrong people.

Then came the trickiest part: If Kid and the crew even wanted to come and help you, they would roughly have to arrive at the same time as you. Also, they couldn't answer your letter, so you just had to hope and see.

In two days' time, you would already sit on Cawrolin's back, hopefully not falling to your death in the process.

Right now, you sat at the table writing, sipping another glass of Frewin's self-made lemonade. The pen glided over the rough paper and your thoughts travelled onto it.

Hey you guys,

You're probably wondering how the fuck I sent you this letter. Long story short: My new friends and I threatened and blackmailed the newspaper bird. I can't wait to tell you, it was an experience. Good news is, I am safe and not alone. I have help.

I'm so sorry for leaving. I really am! It was stupid, I didn't think it through, and I foolishly thought I could handle it alone. I was too chicken to ask for your help. I thought maybe you wouldn't want to help me. I realised too late that that's not the case at all. You guys (all of you!) are the closest thing I had to a family in months. But I will tell you all that to your faces when we see each other again, because that's what you deserve, and I don't have much time.

They have J and my brother. And by they I mean everyone we don't like. Captain was right, something was fishy. Remember J? You should know where she lives. I will be heading there tomorrow. Might take me a day or two to get there, depending. I have a ride, but unfortunately, it's not durable enough to drop me off with you.

I don't expect you to be there for me after I drugged our night watch and the captain and fled, but I wanted to let you know that I'm safe. The sea didn't get me.

I WILL NOT do anything stupid, I promise. No confrontation and such. I just want to do everything I can to help my brother and my best friend. My new friends can't come with me, so I'm on my own.

I miss you. Please wish me luck.

The next paragraph is just for our captain. Seriously, hand the letter to him now. I mean it. I know that F and J are still reading it at this point. Hand it over or I WILL cut of your fingers one by one with a rusty butter knife.

Hey you,

I am sorry, from the bottom of my heart. I broke my promise. If you are willing to give me another chance at being your... doctor, I will gladly take it and not mess up. I will make up for everything, no matter how and how long it takes. You're confusing me most of the time, but right now I'm sure that I'd rather be where you are than anywhere else.

Love,

Doc

You held the letter in your hands and read it again. You really couldn't afford any slip ups, but it seemed very vague for strangers and specific to your friends.

Cawrolin cawed and you looked at her. The newspaper bird stood next to her, looking absolutely miserable. Neither Frewin nor you knew what she had blackmailed him with (and how...), but it seemed to be successful.

Carefully, you read the letter one last time, chuckling at the warning for Flipper and Jonah. Anyone other than Kid reading the last part would be kind of embarrassing.

"Alright!", you exclaimed, before putting the letter into an unmarked envelope.

"Don't worry, they won't leave you hanging", Frewin said.

"I'm not worried!" Your voice sounded fake.

Of course, you were a little worried. You abandoned them after all. Maybe this was the last chance you had with them, especially with Kid.

"Of course not!", Frewin grinned, "are you all packed though? Food, water, maps, log pose just in case? Your knives?"

"Yes, to all of that", you answered dutifully.

"They're gonna be there, (y/n)", Frewin said, his voice now without humour. He sounded like he genuinely believed it.

You nodded.

"You told me your story and from what it sounded like I can tell that you're important to them."

"Most important is that they’re important to me, just like Jeany and my brother. So, I'll have to be there either way! That's good enough for me."

"Very well. Do you have a plan for when you get there?", Frewin asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

You scoffed amusedly, "I'll wing it."

That was the truth. You didn't have a plan, you just knew that you would avoid confrontation, and that you knew the town where they held Jeany well enough to be sneaky.

Frewin raised his brows.

"Honestly. I'm strangely optimistic about this."

That was also true.

"If you say so, I believe you", Frewin smiled.

- - -

Today on the Victoria Punk

"I know it's gonna be hard for you, but I cannot stress this enough, don't damage their ship", Killer yelled at the crew, who were more than ready to attack the marines.

General murmuring filled the deck, all agreeing that that wouldn't even be necessary.

They were in luck. The ship was relatively small for a marine ship, with only a crew of little fish on board.

"Light work", Kid chuckled.

"Wanna bet how long it takes?", Killer asked from his Captain's side.

Kid's mood had improved drastically after not only receiving your letter, but also being handed the perfect opportunity to let off steam and get a ride through the calm belt.

"Two minutes", Kid pressed out through gritted teeth, "if I win, you'll cook me a personal lunch every day for a week."

Killer stared at him through his mask with his arms crossed, fingers tapping on his biceps.

"I already do that."

Kid furrowed his brows. Right.

"Anyways. I'll say three", the masked man decided, and turned around to Flipper, who was sitting in a sniper spot in the crow's nest, "Flipper, do me a favour and have a look at your watch!"

"Gotcha!", a faint, faceless voice came back from above.

"When I win, you'll play dress up as a marine after we got their ship", Killer said, almost snickering at the thought.

"I'd rather die", the redhead spat.

"Sore looser", Killer commented.

"Concentrate."

"Okay."

Killer turned his face forward, a half-smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The marines didn't even fathom what hit them when the Victoria Punk used its quick manoeuvrability to its advantage, so the crew could jump on their deck.

Swords and various parts of metal clashed, and when the marines tried firing a cannon at the Kid Pirate's ship, their captain stopped it masterly.

Insults were yelled at the opposing crew from both sides as blood splattered and seeped into the wooden planks.

Flipper took a good portion of them out with his sniper skills and the Kid Pirates didn't even break out into sweat.

Some light damage of the ship couldn't be avoided, but it was merely scratches in comparison to what havoc Kid and his crew normally left behind.

Most of them were still in fight mode and not yet satisfied, when the hordes of attacking marines died down until it eventually stopped.

Kid stood on their deck in puddles of blood, letting his gaze wander over the ship with a wicked grin on his face.

"Whoo! Two minutes and forty-seven seconds!", Flipper yelled from the crow's nest and Kid growled.

"Time for Lieutenant Commander Kid to make an appearance", Killer whispered from the side.

"I will kill you in your sleep", the captain snarled.

Jonah came towards them from a corner behind the galley, with an injured man in his grip, struggling to keep up.

"Captain, I found a navigator. Do we need him?"

Kid pondered, looking the whimpering marine up and down.

"Can't hurt having him around", he then said, and the man sighed.

"You're Eustass Kid...", he slurred, "what do you want from us?"

"Your ship. You will take us through the calm belt", Kid commanded nonchalantly.

The marine's eyes widened, and his head shook violently.

"I can't! That's treason!"

Kid chuckled and looked around, scanning his crew's faces while they started laughing manically.

"Treason?", he grinned, "I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation you're in. Your dead colleagues are the lucky ones, you got me?

The marine opened his mouth in silence and looked around on the deck, taking in the sight of half of his crew laying on it motionless, the rest trying to crawl to non-existent safety despite their grave injuries.

"If you don't help me find what I'm looking for, I will cut you open and use the time while you're balancing between life and death to take out your intestines to strangle you with them."

Kid looked down on him with a vicious grin, and he realised that it had been a long time since he last did what they did today.

The marine gulped.

"Did the message arrive?"

A harsh nod was the only answer he got.

"The nice man helping you stand up straight is Jonah. He will accompany you to your workplace."

Jonah pushed the man towards the galley and Kid took a deep breath.

"Alright, throw the bodies overboard, alive or dead. Half of you will take the Victoria Punk straight to the closest island without any incidents to wait for us."

The men started rummaging around on deck, collecting bodies, and throwing them over the railing. Some marines pleaded for their lives, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Wire and Heat, I'll assign the command over the Victoria Punk and the crew to you for the time being. Moku and the recruits will stay with you. Killer, Flipper, Jonah, Mammo and Shiki will come with me, along with twenty other sailors. Volunteers!"

Twenty sailors were found quickly, and the crew split up according to Kid's plan.

The two ships parted ways and Heat, Wire, Killer, and Kid saluted each other before the Victoria Punk was out of reach.

"Remember our bet?", Killer said now, and nudged Kid in the shoulder.

Kid let out a gruff sigh.

"I have a better idea. Our bet made me think."

"Interesting, I'm listening."

"All of us will dress up as marines to disguise ourselves", Kid grinned brightly.

"Kid, come on", Killer scoffed, "you're just saying that because you're pissed off that you lost and now you don't want to be the only stupid looking one."

"Or it’s just clever to blend in. I guess we'll never know", he said to Killer, before calling out to the rest of the crew, who all assembled on deck.

"Listen you slags, everyone grab a marine uniform from the quarters and put it on!"

They all looked at him with empty eyes, unsure about whether the command was a joke or not. Kid groaned in frustration.

"We can't afford losing any more time and I'll be damned if we end up in an inconvenient situation because we're pirates on a marine ship in the calm belt. Move your lazy asses!"

Killer was pleasantly surprised by how Kid's head was obviously thinking straight and logical, and wondered if the chance of seeing you again played a part in that.

Reluctantly, the crew moved towards the quarters to rummage around in the marines’ belongings. Kid and Killer joined them, looking for uniforms for higher ranks.

"If I was in this line of work, I'd wear an admirals uniform", Kid huffed and threw various pieces of clothing over his shoulder.

They were successful in the second room they searched, and ten minutes later, the entire crew was sporting white and blue uniforms.

"This is wrong", Flipper complained while trying to button up the buttons over his chest.

"It's disgusting", Mammo added dramatically.

From afar, they might fool curious people, but up close it was clear who they were, especially since nobody had the heart to separate from their trademark.

Kid with his coat and goggles, Killer with his mask, Flipper with his absolutely outdated rifle and the others with all their small peculiarities.

"Where's our navigator intern, Jonah?", Killer asked.

"Chained and bound to a chair, I'll join him now so we can start our journey."

"Perfect", Kid grinned.

While the marine ship turned towards its destination and sailed into the night, you sat down in a straw basket way too small, with Frewin and Cawrolin observing you, many many miles away from the pirates.

"Like this?", you asked the man, and he nodded.

"It's small, but it has to be, otherwise Cawrolin couldn't carry you."

He gently placed a large bottle of water, food, and all your belongings in your lap.

"Your legs will be very uncomfortable, but don't move too much. Tell Cawrolin to take breaks if you feel like either of you has to", Frewin advised you.

"I'll try to just pull through", you smiled.

Of course you wanted Cawrolin to get back to Frewin in one piece. They were doing you such a huge favour after all.

You felt a little sentimental. The two of you (sometimes three when Cawrolin participated) had a lot of good talks in the last two days, and you learned a lot about life.

"Uhm, Frewin?", you said hesitantly, and he hummed in response, "thank you for everything. You're really someone to be remembered, and I hope we see each other again."

"We will. And if you wanna talk, I'm just a snail call away."

He patted your head.

You watched him curiously as he tied two buckles around Cawrolins legs, right above her claws. Each of the buckles were connected with two ropes, which ended on each corner of the basket you sat in.

"The start will be a bit rocky", Frewin said while testing the security of each rope, and you nodded.

"Good luck, (y/n)", he smiled.

"Thank you. So much, really."

The bird let out a loud caw, and a strong wind tugged at your hair when she spread her wings, flapping them twice before her feet left the ground.

You looked at Cawrolin in awe, because this was the first time you saw her spread her wings. They were massive and seemed way too big for her body.

Cawrolin was in the air first, and then the basket slowly lifted, shaking left and right before going steady.

Frewin waved at you from below, and you did your best to wave back without moving too much, although Cawrolin seemed secure.

The old man got smaller and smaller, and soon you had to look back up to avoid feeling nauseated.

You observed how the large, white wings swallowed the moonlight shining on your face with each flap outward, and how they blocked your view at the stars.

"You're really the strongest bird I know", you chuckled up at her, and she cawed quietly.

Over the past days you had gotten used to talking to a bird like you would talk to a person, talking like to a child possibly came closest.

As Frewin had foreshadowed, your legs got stiff soon, but you just clenched your teeth and tried ignoring it.

Instead, you narrowed your eyes to see what was around you. You could faintly make out the dark sea below, and some islands in the distance.

The sky was clear, no clouds in sight. After your unfortunate journey to Frewin's island, you knew that storms could brew any minute, so you tried your best to observe any changes around you. In case of a storm, Cawrolin would have to land somewhere.

You felt peace. Flying was peaceful.

Although your legs felt weird, you felt like nothing bad could touch you up here.

You thought about your brother, desperate to know what happened.

He was at Jeany's pub, with her, his crew, and the world nobles. You wondered how they got him to lure you into a trap. Most probably threats of physical harm.

How would all this end? Would it even end at all?

Nobody could possibly know, you could just hope for a happy one.

The wind up here was mild, and very calming. The even flaps of Cawrolins wings hypnotised you and aided by the darkness you slowly slipped into a deep slumber, finally free of worries about marines, nobles, and pirates.

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Hy Abby, how you doing?

Abby, you have already said several times that in your opinion (btw also my opinion) that John Brown is not human.

I've often thought about it.... Sebastian should actually know that he is not human, should not he? I wonder why he is not saying anything? Just because he is not directly asked about it? Or maybe he doesn't know?

For example:

He had also never seen a Shimigani/Reaper... (if I remember correctly) and therefore didn't recognize Grell as such in the "JdR" arc. (apparently they still have a soul since he thought Grell was human?) If John Brown is an "angel", maybe he wouldn't recognize it since he's never met one? But that doesn't change the fact that at least the "lack of humanity" should be recognized by him or does John also hlave a soul as "Angel", so that Sebastian thinks he's a human??

What ist your opinion?

Hiya! I'm managing 😆

What does Sebastian think of John Brown?

I wish I knew Sebastian's actual thoughts about John Brown. The best I can come up with is "confused but impressed".

Sebastian says he'd never met/dealt with reapers "in the human realm" until Grelle (because he didn't yet know Undertaker was a reaper, too). This ties neatly into how Sebastian can be deceiving without lying. Because he made our earl figure out that Jack the Ripper had to be both Madam Red and Grelle before he admitted he'd already figured it out. He knew Madam Red was human, but he wasn't sure about Grelle being a reaper until he added up all the clues. Honestly, reaper was probably just his best guess... until Grelle's reveal. But Sebastian makes it pretty clear to his young master that he doesn't have to answer questions he hasn't been asked.

So, there seem to be some rules about this, and I'm still trying to figure them out. What have we learned, so far, about souls, detecting who's human or not, etc.?

Demons don't see reapers who are trying to remain unseen. Sebastian didn't notice Sascha and Ludger. Wasn't aware Ronald and William were at Kelvin's manor. Wasn't aware Grelle was the one to collect Agni's soul, etc. ETA: Sebastian didn't notice the mystery person in ch137, and we still don't know what that was -- possibly a reaper assigned to investigate the whole thing because of expected demonic involvement.

But reapers can typically see other reapers, even if they don't always recognize each other as such. Even people who are (or might be) part reaper have a tendency to be able to see reapers, even if they don't know that's what they are seeing. Like how Lizzie turns her sword to Grelle by instinct; she doesn't know what Grelle is, but she knows something is "off". Idk if Grelle is trying to be invisible there (I don't think so, at that point), but she definitely sees Grelle and automatically thinks this is another enemy. Then, much later, we have our earl taking notice of Sascha and Ludger when one of them speaks the name "Phantomhive". They are both trying to be invisible, but as soon as that name is spoken, our earl turns around and sees them on a tree limb.

Demons and reapers don't (usually) know someone is a reaper unless they can see those double-ringed green eyes. Sebastian, Ronald, and Grelle didn't know Undertaker was a reaper until he showed his eyes. Exception: despite being very nearsighted and not wearing glasses, Undertaker knew Grelle was a reaper from the first time they met. We don't know how.

Reapers seem to automatically recognize demons for what they are, even if they look human. Grelle knew what Sebastian was immediately... and got nervous. Undertaker knew what Sebastian was immediately, too... and seems to have found it funny. I headcanon that Sebastian made Undertaker laugh just because he was a demon in human form and dressed as a butler... and was telling (probably lame) jokes to someone he didn't know was a reaper. Situational comedy. Francis/Frances seeing Sebastian as something unwholesome without necessarily knowing why is one of the big clues that she's probably part reaper.

Reapers can't see souls in humans (or others, most likely) until they are using their death scythes. Ronald explains that to Layla/Al. That's why he wasn't sure who at the sanatorium was a bizarre doll.

Demons can detect souls (and the lack thereof) but only in a general sense. Sebastian didn't think much of Agares until their hands touched. Even then, Sebastian wasn't sure what Agares was; he just knew something was wrong. Perhaps he detected no soul there, but his previous experience with the mindless bizarre dolls on the ship didn't prepare him for someone like Agares, so he was confused. Sebastian also has the ability to count or at least detect souls in a building; he does this when he takes note that he cannot detect souls in Purple House, even though Arden and his friends haven't yet been accounted for, despite Violet saying everyone was evacuated from the building. That means he would have detected souls in the building, if there had been souls inside.

So, what about John Brown?

He always wears mirrored shades, so you cannot see his eyes. If he's a reaper, chances are that Sebastian would detect a soul but not know what kind of person he is. And John could sneak around the demon without him knowing. Other reapers would probably be able to see him, regardless of what he's doing, but they might not recognize him as a reaper. If he's a demon or angel, perhaps Sebastian cannot automatically tell. But reapers should know.... 🤔 It's -- convenient -- that we haven't seen any reaper in the same room with John Brown... or mentioning him. Because, like I said, if he's a reaper, they might not know, but if he's a demon or angel they might.

He's extremely smart/resourceful, quick and efficient. I don't recall how Sebastian gets that plant sample (with the "miasma" on it) to John Brown and Double Charles, but John Brown apparently does the chemistry work-up himself and has the results way faster than Sebastian expected.

He's got special transportation. Not only is the turnaround time for the lab results a bit too fast, but he delivers them himself -- also too soon -- apparently just him and that white horse. We don't know if they took a boat or train or anything. But they get from England to Bavaria and walk out from the woods, side by side. He's not even riding the horse. Not only is Sebastian surprised to see him, but Snake's snake (at the time) also seems surprised... and hisses.

He mysteriously has information too soon/precognition. Sebastian "interrogated" Beast for "Father's" name, but idk how he figured out where Kelvin's manor was located. And then he picked our earl up and sped him across the land, getting to Kelvin's manor much sooner than by carriage or train. At the time, we didn't know what Undertaker was, and even learning later he's a reaper doesn't fully explain how he knew where Sebastian and our earl were going... before Sebastian even knew. Unless reapers have precognition that's separate from the death lists (because Undertaker later says he doesn't have access to the death lists anymore). If Sebastian has to use his demon abilities to gather information and transport himself and our earl to Kelvin's manor, and Undertaker somehow knows early enough to travel there in time by carriage (because he's got the carriage, horses, and real Ciel), what's the explanation for John Brown taking Double Charles by horse and carriage to that opposite cliff in time? And Double Charles do seem to be human; they are both highly skilled and efficient, but they attended school and trained in fencing together. Grey shows precognition, but he's afraid of/doesn't believe in anything he cannot kill with his sword -- not the words or fears of a supernatural creature -- and he might have simply gotten advance information (Germany's sped-up development) from John.

He acts rather odd and might have a contract with the queen. Well, I've already mentioned how he doesn't ride the horse through the forests of Bavaria. There's also the fact neither he nor the horse seems affected by the mustard gas fumes. They don't have tracking devices (those amulets) provided by the witch's villagers, but they are unaffected and not attacked. Perhaps Snake's snake knows something is weird about John when he walks out of the woods. That horse, too. But we've known something was up with John Brown and the horse since we first saw them, near the end of the curry arc. John seems unharmed by the horse stepping on him (his head, even) and later acts oblivious around our earl. However, soon after that, our earl and Sebastian discover the circus ticket John had snuck into the earl's pocket. There's also this whole thing about the Prince Albert hand puppet, which looks suspiciously like part of a demonic contract. Much later, we see the flashback of Sebastian offering to make our earl believe his dead brother had returned... promising "many happy days". But our earl was smart enough to see through the offer and declined. In her extreme grief, the queen might have been given and accepted a similar offer from John Brown. She knows Albert died, but whenever the puppet shows up again, she accepts it as her husband returned to her, as if he'd just been away for a bit.

So. I think John Brown is not a reaper. He's likely either a demon or an angel... like a fallen angel. Much like Ash/Angela in s1 of the anime... which is a character parallel to him anyway, as a servant and confidante of the queen. If Sebastian doesn't know what John Brown is, he's confused but impressed. If he does know, he hasn't said anything about him to our earl... simply because our earl hasn't asked him.

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luoqiu2023 · 4 months

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《have the luck to meet》

(1)

A beam of sunlight fell through the curtains and into the room. The chirping of birds outside woke her up from her sleep. Brenriel opened her eyes and sat up from the bed, stretching lazily. Last night's staying up late did not affect her. She glanced at the book lying beside her,

Recalling the content in the book about a pirate named "Edward Kenway"? Now it seems that this book is more like the autobiography of that gentleman

I haven't finished reading the content in the book, but his story really touches people's hearts.

If it were handed over to a publishing house, it would probably attract a large number of readers, but Brenriel did not have that idea. It is likely that the people who originally owned it did not want it to be made public

The story in the book is very exciting, but there are also many aspects that make Brenriel confused

For example, the Assassins Organization and the Templar Knights, Edward in the book doesn't seem to be interested in them. Compared to ruling the world, in his eyes, the golden gold is more attractive than these things

Brenriel fully agrees with his idea. If it were for now, she would definitely think that those things are some strange pyramid schemes. She doesn't believe in God, and of course, what else... um... Father of Insight? Are you sure these things are not meant to deceive people?

There is also a group of people called assassins who uphold the belief that "everything is empty and everything is allowed", which sounds quite similar. To be honest, compared to Edward who likes the latter "everything is allowed", he prefers the earlier "everything is empty". Brenriel thinks so

"Miss Allen - I think you should wake up now. I believe you're not lying in bed, are you?"

Mrs. Green's voice outside the door pulled her thoughts back to reality. She answered the door and breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the footsteps of leaving. She then lifted the blanket and got out of bed to do her makeup and wash up

After washing up, her gaze turned to the book on the bed and the scattered stamps. After thinking for a while, she went to the desk and took out a piece of paper. She picked up a pen and dipped it in ink to start writing

Not long after, Brenriel walked downstairs in low heels. Today, she specially chose a dress that looked very simple. Mrs. Green heard the sound of going downstairs and looked over here. When she saw her dress that was very different from that of an ordinary citizen, she couldn't help but frown. The wrinkles on her face moved with her expression

"Miss, I understand that you don't like those fancy dresses, but even at home, you don't have to dress up like this... Volkswagen"

Upon hearing the evaluation Brenriel was satisfied with, she nodded and desired the effect,

"Ha, thank you for the review. What's breakfast for today?"

"Bread dipped in jam, vegetable salad, and... milk"

Upon hearing that Milk Brenriel was somewhat resistant, Mrs. Green suggested that breakfast should be paired with a freshly brewed cup of black tea or coffee. However, Mrs. Green did not approve of drinking these things during her illness and refused to let her eat anything overly greasy. Fortunately, nuts and other foods were still acceptable

Brenriel took a deep breath helplessly, and she had to admit that Mrs. Green did have her own way of working as a caregiver and taking care of people, which was very effective

The girl obediently sat back at the dining table and turned her gaze to the newly released newspaper on the side,

Yesterday didn't seem to be a big deal?

Brenriel was chewing his food, reading the contents of the newspaper, pondering

Suddenly, her gaze stopped at the advertisement in the newspaper about Starry's painkillers, but she remembered that it didn't seem like a good thing

Well, let's just look at something else. Maybe we can find the news about the person who almost bumped into us last night. Brenriel thought that if we could meet, she would not only demand a mental loss fee, but also hold onto the person's collar and greet them well, even though such behavior is not ladylike

As a result, when the entire newspaper was flipped through, there was no related or similar event inside. There was clearly a lot of noise last night, and Brenriel vividly remembers when the whole street was filled with gunshots and shouts, and the noise could completely shake the police

Police! She almost forgot about this. Last night, the police must have some understanding of it. Maybe she can start from here

Brenriel is not someone who is too particular... that's strange. She remembers last night's incident to this day, and she still has that person's belongings in her hands

Looking at Mrs. Green, who was still busy in the kitchen, Brenriel wiped her mouth clean and quickly went upstairs

"Mrs. Green, I went back to my room to rest. When someone approached me, they said they didn't have time and I didn't want to be disturbed."

"Okay"

Seeing that she didn't have time to talk to her, Brenriel smiled and returned to the room, closing the door. However, it seemed like he remembered something and took out a piece of paper to write on it. He opened the door and pasted it on it, then locked it

I saw on the paper outside the door that was written with a pen

"Sleeping soundly, please do not knock on the door"

(II)

Pounce——

A figure leaped down from the window and landed precisely into the haystack, making a sound

Brenriel poked her head out of the haystack, familiar with the scene, familiar with the operation, familiar with the pile of fallen leaves, and the boxes stacked in the corner. She jumped off the wall with all her movements in one go, and last night she had enough rest to avoid any physical discomfort on the way

Although not a habitual offender, Brenriel feels like he's not far away either

The pedestrians coming and going around didn't pay attention to themselves climbing out of the wall, and no one paid attention to a person who looked ordinary. They didn't have this leisure time

"It's much livelier than at night."

Brenriel looked around and patted the dust on his hands, taking out the book and the envelope containing letter bag to make sure nothing was missing. He walked towards the place where he had an accident before

The early morning sun is not dazzling, nor does it have the burning sensation of the afternoon sun. The closer to the city center, the more noisy the crowd is. The surrounding vendors put items in boxes and hang them around their necks, waiting for guests to arrive

After a while, there were more pedestrians on the street, indicating that it was probably peak traffic

Brenriel was shuttling through the crowd, his eyes full of curiosity as he poked his head and head. Suddenly, he felt as if he had been pushed and pushed from behind, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably. Fortunately, he grabbed the railing on the side in time

"Hey!"

Brenriel looked behind him in dissatisfaction, while the person pushing him heard her voice and turned around to look at him. His blue uniform hinted at his identity

It's a police officer

At this moment, he stopped and walked over

"What's up, miss?" he spoke, his contemptuous gaze scanning her back and forth

"Sir, I think you should apologize to me for almost causing me to fall," Brenriel suppressed his temper, as he still had to ask some questions

"Oh? Really, that's really sorry, after all, I didn't notice a strange person walking without looking at the road."

The other party sneered and their attitude was infuriating. Brenriel tried to suppress his anger and pulled the corners of his mouth to show a polite smile

"I'm really sorry, officer. Do you mind if I ask you something? Of course, there is still a gift in return."

As she spoke, she took out a considerable amount of money from her bag. The person in front of her didn't expect it to be like this. When she saw the amount of money in her hand, she immediately smiled and took it, after all, no one would be unable to get along with the money

"Of course not, may I ask what you need to ask, miss?"

Brenriel stopped asking polite and straightforward questions when he saw the situation

"Do you know what happened on this street last night? A group of... thugs holding firearms."

Upon hearing her words, the police officer's expression froze. He glanced around to make sure no one noticed and bent down to lower his voice

"Miss, I kindly remind you that it's better to know less about this matter. It's not a wise choice to provoke the thugs' gang."

"The thug gang?"

Brenriel had a puzzled look in her eyes. She had only been in London for a few days and could only say that she had heard of the thug gang mentioned by the police, but never paid attention to it. The police, seeing that she was not familiar with it, reluctantly turned around and called for her to come over

The two of them stopped at the entrance of an alley, and the police officer took off his hat and put it under his armpit. He turned around and looked over. The petite girl in front of him looked very innocent, and no matter how he looked, she didn't seem like anything... Why did he go find a thug to help those guys

"Miss, before I tell you the answer you want, can you tell me why you want to inquire about this matter?"

He became serious, and the sudden tense atmosphere made Brenriel feel a bit at a loss. She took out the book in her bag and handed it over

"Okay, actually I ran into them last night... and I accidentally found this book. I wanted to return it to everyone before I came to inquire."

The other person took the book, and when he saw the sign on it, he widened his eyes in surprise. Then he looked at Brenriel and saluted her solemnly. This change in attitude startled her and she pushed back a few steps

"Thank you! This book is very important, thank you very much. My name is Frederick Eberlin. Miss, if you need it, you can come to me for help in the future."

"Um... Alan Branriel"

Eberlin excitedly held her hand and shook it to express gratitude. Brenriel was a bit flustered. She didn't expect her luck to be so good. She thought she might have to search for it for a long time, but suddenly she realized something and looked carefully at Eberlin, who was checking books

"Mr. Frederick..."

"Just call me Abelin, miss, there's no need to be so reserved."

"Okay, Eberlin... Excuse me, do you know that person? He is the one who lost this book."

When she asked Eberlin, she raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you asking her for anything?"

"She...? No, no, no, I remember it was a gentleman. To be honest, I almost lost my life last night because of that gentleman." She said, taking out a prepared letter. "I originally thought if I couldn't find anyone, I would hand over the items to the office or something."

After speaking, she paused for a moment and continued to speak

"It doesn't seem necessary now. Can you help me hand over this letter to that gentleman? There's something I want to say to him. Thank you."

Upon hearing Brenriel's words, he seemed to suddenly understand something and then nodded in agreement. Brenriel thanked him for resolving the matter and turned around to leave. Eberlin looked at Brenriel's departing figure, looked at the books and letters in his hand, and sighed with relief as he put them away

I found what Ivy was looking for this way, thanks to that kind lady

And Jacob, that reckless guy, almost caused trouble again... Last night there was so much commotion that he was busy all night to suppress this matter

Now, he should go back and deliver the task

"Huh..."

Brenriel arrived at the port and although she had already completed her tasks, she didn't want to go back so early, so she came to the river to see, and the result

The black smoke emitted by the ship carrying goods is really unpleasant!

She was afraid that her condition might relapse and worsen if she stayed any longer, so she turned around and wanted to leave quickly. Suddenly, a nearby shout caught her attention

"Hurry up and buy Starry's painkillers!"

(III)

The nearby vendor's shout successfully caught Brenriel's attention, and she stopped to look at the source of the sound

Shrek painkillers? If she's right, it should be the one she saw in the newspaper early in the morning. Curious, she leaned over to take a look. When the vendor saw someone coming to take care of his stall, he immediately smiled and rubbed his palm to welcome him

"Miss, come and take a look at these. They are all brand new potions."

The smiling appearance of the vendor made Brenriel feel very uncomfortable, especially when he saw his waxy teeth showing when he smiled, he immediately dispelled the idea of wanting to sell

Just as she was about to open her mouth and refuse, the lady's voice came from behind her

"Wait a minute!"

It was a woman pushing the person in the wheelchair towards her, her expression filled with anger. When she found Brenriel next to her, she immediately released the wheelchair handle to protect the girl behind her and pointed at the person in the wheelchair

"He drank it all! Your potion made him unable to move and turned him into an idiot!"

Looking in the direction she pointed, the man in the wheelchair, as the woman had said, opened his mouth slightly and looked up at him in confusion. Brenriel lifted his hand and lightly covered his lips, looking incredulously at him

"This..."

"Oh! Now take a look! You're scaring away my guests"

The vendor looked at the woman with displeasure and reached out to point at her nose, threatening to grit his teeth and say

"You'd better quickly step aside, otherwise I'll treat you 'well' and make you 'unforgettable' for life."

Faced with the intimidation of the vendors, the woman showed no signs of fear. Instead, she leaned forward with a fierce expression, her eyes eager to cut the man in front of her with countless knives and pieces

As things began to develop in an irreversible direction, Brenriel felt a bit at a loss. She tried to pull them apart to calm them down, but was pushed away by the vendor

"Be careful, miss"

Supported from behind, a voice echoed overhead, with a hint of hoarse yet magnetic and elegant London accent

Brenriel blinked her eyes and turned around. When she met a pair of olive green eyes, she was stunned. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and she smelled the scent of that person. The slight smoky tobacco alcohol mixed with the sweetness of caramel, and the numbness seemed to pass from her toes to the top of her head

Brenriel and he stared at each other for a few seconds and immediately regained consciousness. He stood straight, picked up his skirt, and saluted the gentleman

"Thank you..."

The other party seemed to have just regained their senses, smiling and taking off their top hat to bow to their chest when they saw Brenriel's actions

The intense argument on the side pulled both of their thoughts back. The man wrapped his hands around them and looked at them with a puzzled expression in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and smiled as he looked at Brenriel, who showed a helpless expression and shrugged at him, saying that he couldn't do anything about it

Finally, the man sighed and walked up to the two arguing people, with Brenriel following behind him and watching

"What are you arguing about?"

The two of them looked at the person who appeared inexplicably. Seeing that they were no longer arguing, he blinked at you and then turned his gaze back to the two of them

The vendor looked at the situation and immediately took out a knife from his pocket, shouting to get out of the way. When he saw the knife in the vendor's hand, Brenriel instinctively pulled the woman next to him back

Pa Da Da——

The small knife in the vendor's hand was slapped off by the man, and everyone around him was stunned. The vendor didn't expect to run away in fear when he saw the man's gaze cast at him

The man, with a smile on his face, calmly turned around to look at you. After bowing down to say goodbye, he went after the vendor

"What an interesting gentleman!"

Brenriel looked at his departing figure and sighed, while the woman beside him silently returned to the wheelchair after seeing no results

She couldn't hold on anymore as she watched the man with dementia, crouched down and buried himself in his lap crying. However, the man who was still giggling suddenly seemed to remember something, and he lowered his head to look at the woman in a daze

Autumn in London is always accompanied by cool winds. At this moment, Brennell felt as if these winds were filling her heart. She pursed her slightly dry lips and looked at the two people in front of her. The weather was quite cold, and they only wrapped thick clothes layer by layer, washed some white coats, and their weathered faces constantly reminded Brennell that they were two classes from beginning to end

And when faced with the arrival of tragedy, she only managed to watch from the sidelines, just like the group of people before her

Brenriel looked up at the horizon, the wind blowing away the bangs on her forehead. Her brown pupils reflected the image of the city, mixed with complex emotions. She asked herself in her heart

How far is winter coming?

(III)

There was a sound of explosions in a factory, and a black shadow fell from the broken window into the haystack. The man jumped out of the haystack and quickly escaped the scene proficiently. Someone was already waiting for him at the door. Seeing that he had not been affected by the explosion and ran out unharmed, a appreciative smile appeared under his dense white beard

He ran to the man and reached out his hand to him

"Well done, I'm Charles Darwin. Nice to meet you."

The man took a deep breath and stood up straight, reaching out to grab the other person's hand and introducing himself

"I'm Jacob Fry, it's my honor to meet you."

While two people chatted on the side, a figure hid beside them. After they finished talking and Darwin left, she took advantage of her unpreparedness and quietly came behind Jacob, patting his shoulder hard

"Let me see... which stinky kid didn't lie in bed obediently with a cold and caused me a lot of trouble..."

Jacob recognized that it was his sister's voice, and he lifted his hands and turned around, with a look on his face that nothing had happened

"Oh - my dear sister Ivy, how did you find me?"

"I think anyone five miles away can notice such a big commotion. You've caused me a lot of trouble again, kid."

Ivy poked Accord's shoulder vigorously, with a look of hatred that could not turn into steel. "You really haven't remembered any of our father's teachings during his lifetime," she said

"Oh my god, it's my father again. I think with you, my father must be relieved enough," Ivy said, causing Jacob to frown. He hated that father and his training style too much

So much so that during his training, he often explored Crowley's factory and casino. Compared to him, his sister was the opposite of him, so they often had arguments when discussing about their father

Ivy couldn't help but pause the conversation when she saw Jacob's current state. She knew her younger brother, who was born four minutes later than her, so much so that continuing the conversation would not make his mind suddenly light up. This was almost impossible

She took out a book and a letter from her clothes, and Jacob saw the book. He quietly leaned his head over and asked in surprise when he saw the icon on the book

"Ivy, have you found that book?"

"That's right, according to Lord Greene, this was obtained by Eberlin from a lady who even wrote you a letter."

"Oh, you can tell that this book has gone through ups and downs, but I'm even more curious about that letter! Show me it now!"

Jacob took the letter from Ivy's hand, with a seal attached. Curious, Jacob opened it and took out the paper. As he read more of the letter, Jacob's smile gradually turned into doubt and then into shock

Watching her younger brother's expression so rich, Ivy closed the book in her hand and leaned over to read the letter in his hand

Then... she suppressed a smile and tried her best to suppress the rising corners of her mouth

"Puff... that lady really... wrote the essence, your driving skills are indeed... you are more suitable for letting a horse lead you."

"wei...!"

Jacob saw Ivy holding her stomach and giving her an unpleasant smile, then folded the paper in half and put it in his pocket

Of course, he remembered last night when he almost ran into a woman walking on the street. However, at that time, the situation was urgent and he did not pay attention to what the other person looked like. He also greatly admired how this person could find him. The letter also wrote about the woman being locked up at home because of his recklessness

Accord touched the scum on his chin and pondered for a while, then suddenly thought of touching Ivy's shoulder

"Hey Ivy! Can you please ask the furry 'lady' (Eberlin) to inquire about this lady's address? I want to reply to her letter."

"Jacob, it's better if you're not going to cause trouble."

"... Ivy!"

(4)

Brenriel climbed into her room through the window and patted the dust off her body. Looking at the unchanged objects around her, she was convinced that Mrs. Green had not entered her room all morning

Just as she was hanging her bag on the shelf and changing into pajamas, there was a knocking outside the door that made her shiver

"Miss Allen, have you woken up?"

Mrs. Green's inquiry came from outside the door, and Brenriel immediately sat on the bed and responded

"Okay, it will be afternoon tea time in about half an hour. I'll put it on the cabinet at the door. Miss, remember to open the door and pick it up."

"No problem"

Hearing the footsteps outside disappear, Brenriel breathed a sigh of relief. She collapsed on the bed, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Suddenly, the pair of pupils came to her mind, making her open her eyes immediately

Ah... that interesting gentleman

Brenriel sat up and looked out the window at the scenery, his thoughts drifting towards the distance

I don't know if I can meet him again in the future, but then she must ask his name

#assassin’s creed x oc

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