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we really need to discuss the (usually) unspoken bias against masc twst mcs. Or literally just any yuusona that isn't itty bitty feminine petite etc etc

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unlasting | kazuha

pairing: kazuha/gn!reader

category/extra notes: angst, reincarnation au, hes the only one that remembers (or is he?), its all a cycle without an ending, modern au at one point, multiple and when i say multiple i mean multiple main character deaths, descriptions of wounds and killing (not that graphic), im not that heartless there is some hope at the end of this fic smh

a little summary: if he has to live alone he will not love anyone else.

note: aether stop writing every fic in a modern au challenge!! anyways the song is “unlasting” by lisa + wisteria (historically wisteria symbolizes long-life and immortality) @xiaophobic <33

he lost count of the many lives he lived through already. it’s not like he remembers. it’s not like it matters. all he knows is the touch of your hands on his cheeks and the way you always say “sorry” before disappearing from him again. he’s never able to fully catch you, never seeming to be able to make you stay and it hurts. it hurts so much.

the first time he lost you was one of the most painful ones. he thinks about it to this day, the way you were supposed to be happy, oh so happy and then the dreams being crushed by the cruel gods and their idiotic archon war. you were one of the many lives lost, but all of them didn’t mattered to him, not when he saw you being pierced through your chest with a polearm. not when you were spitting up blood and hazily trying to focus your gaze on him.

it’s okay, he whispered, it’s okay, you’ll live, you’ll live. you only smiled. i’ll find you in the next life, okay? you barely managed to say it. he was shaking. he was shaking so badly and he still remembers the way his hands were stained with your blood and the way your lifeless body felt in his hands. the way he screamed until his throat hurt so badly he couldn’t speak. he remembers carrying you through the battlefield, not paying mind to the surroundings. he remembers gently burying you behind your shared home, right next to the wisteria the both of you planted together.

it was the life that made him hate the gods.

the second one was the one that he doesn’t really remember. he only knew your relationship was doomed from the start, him coming from a wealthy family and you being one of the families working in his family’s estate. all he remembers is the way you would smile at him while passing him in the hallways, silently lowering your head and silently whispering master kazuha in respect. he only nodded his head. you didn’t interact as much in this life. you formed a friendship, if you could even call it like that. he knew your favorite plant — wisterias (the same ones like in the last one. the same ones as in the next one. it always stayed the same). he wanted to reach out to you, he wanted to love you and hold you so badly, but he couldn’t. he knows you were with him till the end though, faintly remembering the feeling of your hands on his face on his deathbed.

it was the life that made him realize that the fate was cruel.

the third one— or maybe the fourth one? maybe even the fifth one, he doesn’t know, is the one where he was supposed to kill you. he remembers sneaking up to you and making conversations, making you laugh and smile. he remembers falling in you over and over again, but this was the one where you made him realize he loved you much more than the other ones. he ignored the nagging thought reminding him of killing you. it could wait. it could wait just a second more. just an hour, just a day. just a month. a year. just a little bit longer.

you were an opera singer, in that life. you sang so beautifully, capturing everyones hearts with your voice and enchanting them with your beauty. you always left a twig of wisteria behind you after the show. he once asked you why and you only answered that they always made your heart ache. and you wished that even though you know you will wither with time, you hoped that your performances may live forever in the people’s hearts.

killing you hurt. it reminded him of the first life. he doesn’t remember why he was tasked of taking your life. he doesn’t remember how he became an assassin. he doesn’t want to. there was betrayal and shock on your face when he stabbed you. you hold onto him so tightly, silently whispering i don’t want to die, i don’t want to die, i don’t want to die.

it was the life that made him realize you were always destined to die young.

one of the next ones was the ones that was less brutal than the before ones. it was the one after countless ones of him avoiding you even though you always found him anyways. and you always died. always because of him. you were childhood friends this time, your family living next door to his. he remembers growing up together, he remembers the first time you got your heart broken. he remembers going to college, he remembers you falling in love and falling hard (but it wasn’t him. of course it wasn’t). he remembers your dates and remembers the wedding. he remembers it all.

there was also a wisteria in his backyard. it reminded him of the first life. he often caught you staring at it when you popped in to say hi and chat a little bit after you got married. he thought you seemed like you remembered. you looked happy. for the first time in forever, you finally looked happy.

it was the life that made him realize he would never be able to escape you. (for some reason that gave him hope.)

the next lives were a blur. a lot of them were. he only remembered some. he never loved anyone else. he couldn’t. he always was kept going with the thought that if he were to be reborn, he would love to meet you again. he felt the pieces of your love fragmented all over his body and it was enough. maybe in one life the both of you could be happy. together.

maybe it would be this life, he thinks to himself when he bumps into you. you only smile at him brightly. he smiles back. you hold a coffee in your hand and he sees your bag is embroidered with small wisteria trees and his heart hurts. long life and immortality. how ironic.

you suddenly look at him with confusion and ask him a question.

“did we ever meet?”

“i don’t know.”

your eyes flash with a hundred emotions at once and he wonders if you remember.

“i think we did.”

maybe it would be this one.

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TWO WHOLE WEEKS OF NONSTOP HARASSMENT????? I am about to throw a fucking boulder

The timeline of events if anybody is curious:

June 21st: I release my fangame.

June 22nd: Proud Hufflepuff posts a misinformative message about Twisted Wonderland: Your Story, claiming it had viruses and goes against copyright, is a phony version of twisted wonderland and should not be downloaded. This message was posted in her discord server as an announcement, on her youtube community and on her Instagram. After unknown circumstances (presumably backlash or critique), she deleted her Instagram and youtube post. Her discord message still remained.

June 23rd: I was contacted and told that Proud Hufflepuff was upset with my fangame. I messaged Proud Hufflepuff on Instagram to delete her discord message (as she has many members in that server) or at the very least, talk it out with me so we could reach a conclusion. I received no reply despite Proud Hufflepuff being active at the time. I realise it is her 21st birthday and hesitate to contact her. She posts several screenshots of her playing Obey Me and then I decide that while she is online, we can just have a civil chat with a peaceful resolve. I comment on her youtube community post asking if she can check her Instagram dm. She said she has her dms closed because she is "getting too many messages about a fake version of twisted wonderland" (a problem that is entirely her fault as she chooses to run her mouth instead of contacting me about it first to clear up any confusion). We have a civil back and forth where I ask her if she does have any other socials I can contact her on and I am then ghosted once she realises I am the creator of the fangame. Not realising I was being purposely avoided, I figured she was offline and decided to ask her on a later date, until she continues making community posts. I ask her if she missed my message. She deletes my comment. I then figured out it is purposeful and leave a message on her previous post that avoiding me is not going to help solve the problem. I am once again ignored. I leave it be. Ami Yoshiko defends my game on her Instagram story. Proud Hufflepuff expresses her distaste for Ami Yoshiko's actions on her server.

June 24th: I receive messages questioning the legality of my game.

June 25th: I make a post on my itch.io addressing some of the concerns and reference that "somebody" claimed that my game gives viruses and the like. I do not name Proud Hufflepuff in my post at all.

June 26th: Ami Yoshiko posts a review of my game on her youtube channel with a positive response. I thank her for reviewing my game on tumblr. Within the hour, I receive three suspicious hate anons. One in English and two in Japanese. I translate and find that the two Japanese anon messages are fake and written by a fluent English speaker. I check the IP of the three anons to find they all came from an identical IP. I do not respond to the anon messages but I take note of the suspicious style of writing. I do not tell anybody about the anon messages.

June 27th: I receive messages from the-heartslabyul-hatter. They express the same ideas Proud Hufflepuff held; the game being against copyright, (non-existent) Japanese fans being upset, claiming I have a "strong" likeliness to Twisted Wonderland despite my layout not being similar at all and how I should delete my game. Out of pettiness from Proud Hufflepuff's actions and not being able to come up with a response to a message that basically is reduced to "delete your game. source: dude trust me", I do not respond.

June 28th to June 29th: Heartslabyul hatter spams the official Twisted Wonderland twitter account with tweets complaining about a "shamgame" despite knowing very well that it is a fangame. All done in Google translated Japanese. Topped off with facepalm emojis and a plea to rally against me. Totally had my best interests in mind.

July 4th: Heartslabyul Hatter makes a call-out post about me, packed with lying and misinformation. I then decide to go public with all the proof and evidence I have of her being the abuser in the situation and target harassing me.

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underneath the spotlight

“all i do is imagine what you are to me.”

idol! deuce x manager! reader

synopsis: you had prayed that smooth sailing would come to you at some point, being thrown into your job as a popular idol group’s manager. but they say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, especially when it comes to a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

a/n: buenos dias, here’s more for the idol au no one asked for !! like always, if ur new, start with riddle’s part to get an idea of what’s going on!

placed under cut for length!

‘Add in more strawberries… He said they tasted too dry last time.’

The idol company’s kitchen was usually empty, thanks to the diligent monitoring of dieting and food intake that all of the idols and trainees went through, but it was more so due to the late hour. The initial wonder at having access to a luxurious island kitchen had worn off a long time ago. All the marble countertops looked like beds to your tired self.

Fatigue crept into every corner of your body: your eyes drooped, your sides ached, and your wrist felt like it was gonna fall off from all of the baking prep you were doing.

Riddle wasn’t an easy nut to crack, as far as gaining his approval personally went, and if you failed to win his favor over quickly, there was no way your job at managing the idol group would be easy. He had been conscientious enough to slip you a tip regarding his weakness for strawberry tarts, but you knew that this was also his way of testing you to see how far you would exactly go to win his favor.

Do nothing, and he sees that you’re a manager who doesn’t care about bonding with the team. Buy him a store bought tart, and he sees that you’re a manager with no regard for the idols’ strict diets. Make him a homemade tart, and he sees that you’re willing to put in the work for him outside of your allotted hours to make things successful.

Of course, fail too many times, and he’ll just mark you as a sloppy, careless manager.

Keep reading

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

You both wear a maid dresses

[Part II - Childe/Diluc/Venti/Xiao]

♡ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Aether x GN Reader, Albedo x GN Reader, Kazuha x GN Reader, Zhongli x GN Reader

♡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Suggestive implications, spoilers for Archon Quest Chapter 1

♡ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Happy Maid Day! I saw so much maid fanart that I couldn't resist,, also Albedo's longer because I'm biased...

♡ Receieved a pair of maid dresses as an extra reward after doing a commission and didn't know what to do with it so your colossal brain suggested him to wear it

♡ ASDFGHFKFJHK WHAT

♡ D-Did...did he hear you correctly?

♡ You pouted and begged, even adding, "I'll also wear it if you do!"

♡ aether.exe has stopped working

♡ YOU IN A MAID DRESS?! AAAAAAAAA

♡ Honestly you have to clap for the man since he hasn't collapsed or spontaneously combusted

♡ Also we have to clap for both of you for not spontaneously combusting when you see each each in the dresses

♡ You two almost collapsed though so no points there <\3

♡ Let's start with maid aether, he's just AAAAAAAA HE IS SO CUTE?! HE IS SO FLUSTERED AND TRYING SO HARD TO HIDE HIS LEGS BUT HIS WHITE STOCKINGS ONLY ACCENTS THEM MORE AND HE LOOKS SO INNOCENT AND UH OH (NAME) PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!

♡ Aether's mind when looking at you: they look so stunning- the dress really suits them and the stockings too, the length is just perfect and the- AETHER NO DON'T DIE NOW

♡ Okay so this is a sfw blog but you know what happens kids or you don't,, I don't care,, still the moment you two had is sweet yall such simps for each other smh

♡ Albedo is resistant of wearing a maid dress but will relent with the power of your puppy eyes

♡ That cherry red blush is still present when he wears the dress at first but he uses it as a opportunity to conduct and experiment

♡ What experiment you ask? To see how much you can withstand his teasing of course ;)

♡ Starting with if he can convince you to wear a maid dress as well

"This dress is of excellent quality...it is a shame that you could never have the courage to wear it," Albedo dramatically sighed.

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh please! It's just a maid dress, I wouldn't be embarrassed wearing it."

You regretted your words as soon as they slipped out of your mouth. With a smirk, Albedo grasps your arm, your breath hitching at the closeness. "Is that so? Shall we test out this theory?"

♡ And that's the story of how you got dragged into wearing a maid outfit

♡ He keeps the maid outfit on for the whole day but in exchange you have to stay in his office to be his maid for the day

♡ Although you would grumble at first, you grew to enjoy it since Albedo's office is an absolute mess and you somehow enjoyed helping him tidy it up not as much as he enjoyed staring at you do it ohoho

♡ You also cooked for him which is great for the both of you since Albedo tends to forget his meals which worries you a lot and he loves tasting your food

♡ He even suggests that you should be his maid permanently which you immediately decline or not 😳

♡ Kaeya drops by and pauses to "appreciate" the new maids, causing Albedo to kindly scoff and wrap an arm around you protectively

♡ For maidbedo, he didn't do much lol but he allows you to take a picture of him in the condition that he draws you in the outfit jeez so many contracts did he become a Morax kinnie?

♡ You got a bit frustrated that he was enjoying this more than you so you shove a broom in his hands, crossing your arms and telling him to at least sweep the floors since it's his office

♡ With a sigh, he relents and it's your turn to admire him 👀 And also his turn to be flustered by your sharp gaze burning in the back of his head

♡ Maidbedo is only for admiration purposes since he isn't a very good maid to be honest lol He can barely keep his stuff organised how is he supposed to clean?

♡ It's okay, he makes up for it by servicing you in other days when you reach home ;)

♡ Both of you were forced to wear maid dresses because you two lost a game with his crews

♡ When he actually wears his dress, he gets very fidgety and darts his eyes around

♡ Like Aether, malfunctions when he sees you in dress twinsies

♡ kazuha.exe has stopped working

♡ HE ACTUALLY COLLAPSED?!

♡ Beidou bolted to check on her son him

♡ After he assured you that he is okay he okay he takes time to properly admire you and damn he didn't know he needed a reminder of how hot you were but here it is KDGDKDJEE

♡ You two would be the butt of the jokes made by the crew for the whole day, even Beidou would join in

♡ She even asks you two to clean the deck together but she isn't completely mean since she allows you two a break from chores for the next week

♡ Mom actually is being a good wingman and trying to get her son alone time with his lover so make sure to thank her

♡ You both goofed off a lot, laughing as you enjoyed your time together

♡ You would take pictures of each other on your kamera for keepsake purposes

♡ Unfortunately because of all that cleaning your maid uniforms got dirty

♡ It's alright though because you can always wash it! If not maybe you should consider getting one that is more suitable for couple activities ;)

♡ This boomer is so confused LMAO

♡ But he's very easy to persuade because he's open to new experiences, especially if it makes you happy

♡ The idea to wear a maid dress is credited to Childe

"Maybe you should ask (Name) to wear a maid dress to spice things up," Childe suggested, winking.

Oh how you wanted to pour your drink over that stupid ginger hair of his. Zhongli however, was more receptive towards this idea. "Interesting. How exactly does this 'spice things up' as you stated?"

"It's better if you see for yourself!" he stated, grinning. "I would be more than happy to lend you a dress!"

♡ Oh did Zhongli certainly understood what he meant

♡ He chuckled lowly as he eyed your form that shrunk underneath his gaze

♡ To have the full experience, he convinced you to do actual maid work in exchange for him to try the dress himself since you expressed interest in that and he was curious himself

♡ Honestly, you didn't mind because everytime you served him tea or helped him get something, he would always praise you and reward you with a headpat can you tell that I love headpats and have a praise kink

♡ Once you finish the chores, he would kiss your cheek, thanking you for doing a good job

♡ And now time to honour his end of the contract...

♡ FLUSTERED ZHONGLI?!

♡ Oh wow his face his red damn that's kinda cute-

♡ Okay but who could blame him? The dress was already short on you and he is tall! And the stockings were translucent-

♡ Oh how you savoured the moment when Zhongli - a well-groomed, collected and respectable man, not to mention the former God of Geo - is squirming uncomfortably because he wearing a maid dress

♡ Maybe sometimes Childe does have some bright ideas

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scarabia and octavinelle

awww look at them being babies

from @uo_burger on twitter

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testing out sai lol, just a simple Floyd doodle.

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ikanaide || deuce spades

a deuce x reader small oneshot, enjoy(or not)

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, please wake up, please don’t leave me alone, please don’t go, you promised me you won’t leave me alone, you promised,” deuce cried as he hugged your lifeless body.

he wasnt one to break down like that in front of others, but you were his loved one. you were one of the people that has always been by his side.

but now you’re gone.

it was when grim hits overblot. he was relieved that it was over. until ace came to him crying, telling that you died.

he became much more quieter after that.

“deuce! talk to me more!”

“you’re acting like ace,” “hey!”

“geh— EEK IM SORRY IT WASN’T ON PURPOSE I SWEAR ARE YOU OKAY?”

“y/n i’m fine stop overreacting—“

“SORRY!”

“deuce, hug me,”

“huh? here? in public??”

“pleaseeeeee?”

“no,”

“please deuceeeeee,”

*sigh* “fine,”

“hey deuce, i love you,”

“hm,”

“you’re supposed to say it back!”

“it back,”

“deuce!”

“hey y/n,”

“yes?”

“promise me one thing,”

“hm?”

“promise me that you won’t leave me alone,”

“promise! of course i wouldn’t leave you alone!”

all of the memories rushed to his mind that night.

he was surrounded with guilt.

he should’ve showered you with more affection. he should’ve said that he loves you back. he should’ve talked to you more.

but it’s useless now. you’re gone. you’re just a part of his memory now.

[ruiipoiru]

TW: Torture of a minor character, though it's not detailed.

There will be a lot of ocs mentioned here, some of my own, and my friends' ocs from the discord server. Their owners will be listed on the end notes!

of paintings and mistaken identities

Chapter 2: Realm of Deceit

Len stares at the beautiful mansion, engraving it into her mind. Pristine, white walls, gold lights filtering through its windows, the red petals that fluttered in the air as a gust of wind blew threw the rose bushes by the entrance; it looked straight out of a fairy tale. The girl blinks and suddenly, people were walking past, all dressed in elegant dresses and crisp tuxedos. The once quiet mansion turned noisy as the guests chatted amongst themselves. 

“Oh my, if it isn’t Len.” Said girl turns to see one of her close friends, Ophelia, clad in a purple and blue mermaid dress. The garment hugged her curves perfectly, showing her lovely figure. The colors also complimented her unique features, giving her an ephemeral glow. She looked even more beautiful tonight. Her arm was linked to her companion, Lee, who wore a black tuxedo with a dark green long sleeved shirt underneath. This was also the first time Len had seen him with his hair slicked back. It suited him rather well. Both of them looked like a perfect couple.

“You look lovely today, dear.” The young woman says with a proud smile. “That dress suits you. And it’s the first time I’ve seen you without your glasses too.”

“What?” Len asks before looking at herself. Her eyes widened once she saw the intricate purple dress she was wearing. The familiar weight of her glasses had disappeared, but strangely enough, her eyes could still see very clearly. 

“Hello, Headmaster Crowley. I see you’re accompanying Len this evening.”

Crowley was in a similar situation, having been changed out of his usual attire. He now wore a white suit with a purple vest and a long white coat. His signature mask was also replaced by a simple white mask and the brooch that fastened his cravat glinted as it hit the light coming from the mansion.

“Yes, indeed. It’s a pleasant surprise to see you both, Mr. Vulpes, Ms. Koizumi.”

Lee bows, tail swaying behind him, “We would love to stay and chat, however, the party shall start soon. We don’t want to keep the Duchess waiting. Tonight is a night of celebration.”

“We shall see you in the ballroom.” And then they were off.

“...Should we go too?” Len asks. Crowley nods in response. “We appear to be caught in an illusion. It’s best to just follow along. We don’t know what can happen in this space. Shall we?” Crowley extends his gloved hand towards the girl. She looks at his outstretched hand for a moment before reaching it out and taking it. They walk towards the entrance where Cipher greeted them.

“Good evening dear guests. We do hope you enjoy tonight’s party.”

He bows before gesturing for them to go inside. The inside of the mansion was even more breathtaking. Everything within it screamed wealth and prestige from the brilliant chandeliers down to the fancy carpet lining the halls. However, in contrast, the guests were not so pleasant. Len didn’t notice it before, but now, their whispers seemed to echo in her ears non-stop.

For a split second, the guests seemed to morph into shadows with wide grinning faces.

“Have you seen the dress she was wearing? Hideous…”

“Listen here, that countess that had risen to power is rumored to be a murderer...killed her own husband it seems…”

“I’m so sick of that man...why did my parents ever choose him as my fiancé? He’s so worthless…”

Len shakes her head and the scene returns to normal. Her hold on Crowley’s hand tightens and the man’s gold eyes glance at her from the corner of his eye. “Everything will be alright. Just don’t let go of my hand, alright? Fufu, you can rely on me. For I am gracious.” The girl gives him a wry smile before she visibly relaxes. 

“Yeah. Thanks.”

They follow the other guests into the ballroom where classical music was playing. Some of the guests were already dancing while others were busy conversing with their own circle of companions. Len spots several familiar faces among the crowd, and frankly, she didn’t know what to feel. Ophelia and Lee were one of the couples dancing, attracting the attention of some with their elegance. Beth and Rook were near them, also enjoying their dance. The former had a joyful smile on her face, obviously enjoying Rook’s company as he led her through the dance floor. Her dress fluttered through the air, flowing freely with her spins and twirls. 

Dean had Abel and Hugo on either side of him as he pulled the two to the dance floor. Theodore was seated at a table in the corner along with Emery, talking with teacups in hand. Once Emery gestures to the dance floor however, the blond brightens before nodding happily. Maris could be seen leading Sapphyre out into the balcony and the blue haired young man followed like a lost puppy with a lovestruck look in his eyes. Len internally winced at this. Finally, Matt and Marcus settled in another corner of the room, whispering to each other and eyeing Joel, who stood beside an empty throne on an elevated podium.

The vision of smiling shadows flickered in and out of her vision. Their whispers blended together, which made her ears ring and head throb.

"I heard...Anastasia...assassination attempt..."

"Been a while since...another execution…"

"Poor child…"

"That girl has everything…"

"Serves her right."

"Rich...beautiful...I feel envious…"

"She should have just died."

Len clutched her forehead and sweat was starting to form on her brow. "It hurts…" She murmurs.

"Len...look at me." She complies with Crowley's request, seeing his gold eyes behind his mask. "It's alright. Just look at me and everything will be fine. I am here. I am with you." She took a shaky breath before nodding.

"Everyone, may I please have your attention." Cipher calls from the entrance of the ballroom and the music stops. The guests turned towards the rabbit, eyes curious.

"Duchess Rozenburg has arrived." He then moved away and bowed, letting a beautiful woman enter. The guests all followed Cipher's example, greeting her as she passed. Len and Crowley followed, keeping their heads down. The girl however, took a peek at the woman, noting her resemblance to Ana.

The Duchess then sat down on the throne, her sharp eyes taking over every guest in the ballroom.

"My dear guests, thank you for coming to this celebration. Tonight, we will celebrate the execution of the traitor."

Len's heart dropped.

"She had attempted to kill my precious daughter, Anastasia, and that is a grave sin. I apologize for my daughter not appearing today. She's still shaken from the events that transpired a few nights ago. Bring the traitor in."

"No! No! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!" A young woman screams as she was dragged through the door. The guests all watched with excitement as she was thrown in front of the Duchess in a disheveled state.

Joel, who had been silent this whole time, finally spoke, "And what would her punishment be, my lady?"

"She will dance in red hot iron shoes until she meets her death. Make it so, executioner." With a wave of her staff, red shoes had appeared, encasing the girl's feet. Len feels bile ride up in her throat before Crowley pulls her close, shielding her away from the gruesome sight. She could feel the man patting her head in comfort. "That girl...should...should we help?"

"No. We are mere bystanders here, Len. Do not attempt to change anything."

"Very well. Start the Execution." Handcuffs appeared on the young woman's wrists. "Dance for the Duchess, traitor. Dance until you meet your end. And may the pain of your punishment follow you to the after life."

The woman smiles before returning her focus to her audience. "Well then...why don't all of us join her? Let us send her to hell where she belongs."

Music started playing once more, but it sounded warped in Len's ears. Crowley guides her to the dance floor, and she tries to ignore the woman's screams of pain.

"Eyes on me, Len."

She tightens her hold on his hand and looks into his gold eyes.

Len believes him whole-heartedly.

--Chapter 2 End

Realm of Deceit: Cleared

The art used here is mine. I know it's not very good, but I wanted to draw my sona and Crowley dancing. It's making me rot.

On a side note...I fell for Crowley 🤡

Credits:

Ophelia: @quallenfish

Lee: @willowfoxthefox

Cipher: He's my Heartslabyul OC, based on the March Hare.

Beth: @beth-bethar00

Dean: @sebassy

Abel and Hugo: Their twins and my OCs for Pomefiore, based on the two vultures from the Snow White movie.

Theodore and Emery: @newslettertweaky

Matt and Marcus: @thoselethalarts

Joel and Maris: @twsty-lav

Sapphyre: @ruiipoiru

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[ruiipoiru]

Update:

I did not last more than three days 🤡

Let's just keep this short and simple.

Joining EBG for fun and to make myself suffer >:)

( taking it more seriously than last time tho, I want to last more than 3 days 🗿)

My current bias is

Deuce Spade

Mr. Capitalism Azul Ashengrotto

And my assigned bias is...

The kinoko man or Jade Leech

The game would start on January 3rd, 4PM JST.

Let's actually see how long I would last :')

[ruiipoiru]

Good luck ❤️

AYE JOINING EBG FOR FUN!

I will surely miss Leona and Ruggie for a little while //still want to punch his face tho// so I guess it's goodbye to my king and Dandelion Boy for now.😔👉👈

Wishing all my mates good luck💕💖

[ruiipoiru]

Let's just keep this short and simple.

Joining EBG for fun and to make myself suffer >:)

( taking it more seriously than last time tho, I want to last more than 3 days 🗿)

My current bias is

Deuce Spade

Mr. Capitalism Azul Ashengrotto

And my assigned bias is...

The kinoko man or Jade Leech

The game would start on January 3rd, 4PM JST.

Let's actually see how long I would last :')

[ruiipoiru]

Interaction with deuce:

*hugs him*

"I know that changing from a delinquent to an honor student is hard, and if you feel like it's taking a toll on you. I'll always be here because I love you."

“SBHUWYBCUYEFCNEYUNXEINHN738YEEZDBNYXBDEY?!?!?!” Deuce could barely register the pair of arms wrapped around him, nor could he even take in your words... How was he able to even verbalize that response?

“W-wait!” He briefly pulls away from the hug (much to your chagrin), clumsily fishing out his phone from his pocket. At this point, he was attracting the attention of other patrons in the lounge. “I-I NEED TO CALL MY MOTHER! FOR APPROVAL! I NEED HER--UM, MORAL SUPPORT!” God bless this man. 

[ruiipoiru]

entry: the zero

“my prince, where are you looking?”

macaroni x lord farquaad

synopsis: on the final night of the year, mac reflects on their choices with one of their husbands. while they await the return of their second husband, they mull over their responsibilities in hopes of some clarity in the upcoming year.

Keep reading

[ruiipoiru]

Crowley: I am yasashi :)

Yuu, a magicless students being forced to deal with students overblot: fuck your yasashi.

A very Happy New Year from Crowley.

(He is not yasashi. Don't believe him. He's MC's deadbeat dad.)

[ruiipoiru]

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE