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Imagine falling in love with Kaeya

Imagine falling in love with Kaeya, and it happens so slowly that you don’t even know it is happening at all.

Imagine falling in love with Kaeya, except the falling has happened long ago.

It is not like fire nor like a lightning strike that’s sung about by soft-voiced bards that can be found around Mondstadt’s fountains, exchanging mora for songs.

Instead, it is home.

It is the warmth of his shoulder against yours at night, as the two of you walk the empty streets of Mondstadt, and the only light left are the street lamps and the glittering of the stars.

It is the way his words make you laugh, rather than flustered, when he leans in so close that his lips touch your ear.

It is the comfort of a smile, teased out of you when no one else can.

Imagine falling in love with Kaeya, and it is this: the well-worn path of a decade-long friendship, and the sickening terror of asking for more.

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Imagine Learning to Love Xiao

Part 1. This can also be read as a standalone.  —

Imagine learning to love Xiao, and loving him is like learning a different language.

The first word you learn is adeptus, and it sits on your tongue like a strange new spice.

You first hear it from Xiao, when you are so high up that Liyue feels like a memory. All around you, the shadows of mountain peaks rise from the earth like tombstones. Ginkgo trees dot the landscape, their golden leaves falling down on you like rain.

Across the two of you, a cliff face looks like it has been carved from cor lapis, rather than stone.

When you raise a hand, your fingers leave imprints on the clouds like contrails. 

Imagine this: at the highest point in Liyue, where it is said that one can come close enough to the sky to pluck the stars, you learn what Xiao is.

Adeptus.

You have heard of the word before: on Liyue Harbor, sailors who come to Liyue Harbor, smelling of salt and sea, will present weapons to merchants claiming that they had once been wielded by adepti.

You have heard it too, from historians whose feet have walked on nameless old ruins, they point you to the stone statues that guard the long-broken gates. The features have been worn away by time, the swords they once held to their chests lie crumbled at their feet. Adepti, a historian once told you, are creatures once living and turned to stone under Rex Lapis’ fingers. Set to guard ancient buildings that civilizations have long forgotten.

Xiao dismisses them all as sily mortal tales, though he doesn’t elaborate when you ask. For all the stories you have heard in Liyue, you still do not know exactly what an adeptus is.

And yet you know this: though Xiao always speaks softly, he says the word with a fierce sort of pride.

His face transforms: it glows, and you think he looks beautiful. More than the mora exchanged by merchants and sailors, or ancient books written by long-dead gods, when you think of adepti, you can only think of how Xiao looks under the stars.

And how, for him, being one of the adepti is the highest form of honor.

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twst mermay 5 — casual wear

in which floyd is dealing with the heartbreak from knowing you didn't like him back ft. floyd leech, ace trappola, and jamil viper; floyd x reader

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: fifth prompt! this was probably the hardest one so far because i didn't know where to start or how to write floyd's character for a scenario like heartbreak. i think basketball club is also pretty fun, and their interactions should be explored a bit more. :D

Floyd had the urge to snap something in half. 

His footsteps were notably heavy as he walked out of the store that he, Ace, and Jamil were in. Hands in the pockets of his teal jacket, he was gripping the inner fabric. He wanted to snap something, he wanted to grip something until it cracked and broke, but at the same time, he didn’t have the energy to do anything except walk ahead.

“Hey Jamil,” he could hear Ace whispering from behind, “what’s up with Floyd?” 

“I’m not sure,” Jamil replied back in an equally hushed tone, but Floyd had the sense that he wasn’t being completely truthful. “But it’s better to leave him alone.”

“Do you think it’s because of what [you] said,” he asked. “Is he bothered that they’re buying Azul a bunch of  clothes?”

Floyd gripped the fabric tighter. He wanted to snap, but he wasn’t in the mood. 

“Drop it,” the Scarabia student warned. “Let’s just leave him be until he calms down.” 

Their whispering stopped, but the merman couldn’t let go of what Ace said. There’s something about another person saying out loud the things in your mind, like a sort of confirmation. It’s one thing for Floyd to merely feel bothered by the irritation felt when you said why you were shopping along with Jade. It’s another for someone to pinpoint the reason why it started in the first place, especially if that someone is a freshman like Ace Trappola. 

It’s not that he’s embarrassed to act in such a manner in front of a freshman—Floyd never cared about image, and he doesn’t think there’s any reason to start caring. If he wants to shoot hoops with scary accuracy, he’ll do it. If he wants to gobble on a burger and leave a mess, he’ll do it. If he wants to mess with someone until their face goes red, he’ll do it. But rather, he’s irritated that someone else could say his dilemma out loud without any problems while he’s dealing with the embarrassment of feeling something as cheesy as heartbreak. 

Really, he should have been expecting this. Floyd wasn’t dense. Compare the way you act around friends like Ace versus with him, and there wasn’t any notable difference. You carry the selfishness characteristic of Night Raven College, and you’re vigilant and clever, but none of those qualities change the fact that you have a bigger heart than many of the students. You would share a bag of chips with him for a few seconds before handing the same bag to Ace and Jamil. 

But compare the way you act around everyone else versus Azul, and it’s a different story. You don’t display it—because he knew that showing such emotions could potentially land you in a room with a safe at the back and a golden contract presented to you—but there’s a spark in your eyes when you see Octavinelle’s dorm leader, even from afar. One of the greatest teachings of the Sea Witch is to never underestimate the importance of body language, and she has yet to be proven wrong. 

Still, what reason did Floyd have to stop hoping? So long as you never confirmed anything, he could still hope that you brushing his hair back on occasion meant something. So long as you never chased for Azul, he could still chase after you. 

But then he saw that white paper bag in your hand. He heard Jade say that he was there to accompany you in shopping for clothes for Azul. And he most definitely heard you say that you want to give him an outfit where he can be looser while still maintaining class, all for the reason that you wanted to enjoy land fashion more and hoped to be just a little more relaxed. And from glimpsing at the way you chose the clothes for Azul, Floyd could tell that you knew him well and took the time to learn about the sort of person he is. 

And that’s when he knew there was no more chance. He hated backing down, but he also didn’t want to start anything bad with Azul or with you. He wants Azul to be happy, he wants you to be happy, and he wants to be at peace. When did it get this complicated? And he hated asking this sort of question—because why look back to the past when looking forward to the present was much more fun?—but why couldn’t he go back to when things were simpler? 

“Yo, Floyd.” 

He felt Ace’s hand tap his back and glared at him. If he was to wallow in such feelings, couldn’t he be left alone at the very least?

“Ace, what did I just tell you?” Jamil’s irritated sigh punctuated his sentence. 

“Hey, just wanna let you know,” Ace shoved his hands into the pockets of his newly bought red jacket, appearing to ignore Floyd’s glare, “I’ve been there before, and I’ve seen a ton of guys getting their hearts broken too.”

Floyd’s face relaxed, morphing into brief surprise. 

“Love sucks, you know,” he continued. “Whether you’re going for a girl, another dude, or anywhere in between, if they don’t like you back, then it’s gonna hurt for sure.” 

From behind them, Jamil watched with a stunned expression. 

“And well, since we’re here,” Ace’s eyes started shifting towards the surrounding stores and restaurants, “what do you say we get some grub in Pizza Planet? They’ve got this limited time flavor of pizza, and as a pick-me-up, tab’s on me. Sound good?”

Floyd’s laughter was instantaneous. It was loud enough to cause people to turn their heads and stare at him, but he couldn’t care less about them. “You’re funny, Crabby,” he said. “You better hold onto that promise, k~? Because I’ve been curious about that flavor too.”

“Ahaha…” The Heartslabyul student’s laugh sounded slightly more nervous. “Of course I will!”

“Well then,” Floyd took hold of both Ace’s and Jamil’s wrists, taking a good look at two of his friends as a grin made its way on his face, “we gotta get there quick before the dinner rush starts! Let’s go!” 

And with a panicked Ace and Jamil dragged behind him, Floyd let out a laugh as he ran across the streets.

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your kisses with him – headcanon

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭: valentines kisses ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ft. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, and octavinelle

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: noooo what do you mean i’m ignoring my requests for indulgent writings, what are you talking about–– shot but in all seriousness, happy valentines day!! i wanted to experiment a little with this type of writing since i felt like doing my usual format for hcs won’t be able to convey what i really want to convey, if that makes sense. originally, i was supposed to do for all student characters, but my mind blanked out from friday to sunday. i might do scarabia to diasomnia next month in celebration for white day, so if you like this, look forward to that!! ╰┈➤ 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: @mobagehelllocal for the idea!!

He’s direct. He kisses you without stopping himself, but his lips touch yours like a rose petal touching the ground. Soft. Light. Not completely touching. His hands slightly tremble as they cup your cheeks, as if trying to hold a rose stem.

He pulls away, a respectable distance from you. Grey eyes quiver while gazing at you, the eyes of an Alice lost in her way in this Wonderland and not a Queen of Hearts who commanded the room.

You smile.

It’s okay, you silently say before placing your lips on his. A muffled yelp leaves his mouth. Shocking. Pleasuring. Loving. He tastes of tea and tarts. Innocence’s sweetness made its home in his tongue, and you’re making a visit to experience it. But then you taste something else. Ineffable, yet you knew. A subtle bitterness, a note of lost childhood. He sighs in content. You feel his smile on your own.

Sugar and spice filling your nose. The hum of the oven. Sticky fingers and dusty aprons. You lean on the messy island from a long day baking. It’s done. It’s finally done.

A sudden sensation. It’s as startling as the prick of a thorn but soft as a petal. You whip your head. In your vision, he chuckles, a sound rich like chocolate ganache. You pout at him. That’s not enough. He comments about spoiling you too much.

You pout even further. Unsatisfied. Needy. Emotions that almost put you in a mad daze.

You pull his apron towards you, strong enough that he follows along. Chocolate-covered lips smack his. He tastes of a busy bakery whose scent wafts around the neighborhood, beckoning people to come and have a taste of such sweetness. Your tongue chases for that sweetness. A deep amused hum rumbles from his throat. Then his tongue overtakes yours.

Hands tangled in his hair. Moans leaving his throat. Teeth grazing your lip. Your tongues dance like feet on a disco floor. Spontaneous. Stimulating. Seducing. Perhaps there are passers-by, but the world no longer matters except the spotlight illuminating you and him. His taste reminds you of car rides under sunset skies. Where music blasts from speakers. Where you sing at the top of your lungs until your voices can’t take it anymore. Passionate. In the moment. Hoping for forever.

But knowing that forever does not exist.

Your lips pull away, letting yourselves breath. But a string of saliva hangs between you two. A manifestation of both your desires for connection.

Your back presses against the stone wall. Arms trap you, blocking your escape. A victorious smirk graces that annoyingly pretty face. The ace is his.

He moves closer until his grin touches your pouty lips. His tongue pushes to enter your mouth, but you block the entrance. This game is not yet over, and you are far from done.

Hands grabbing his hair. Your teeth biting his lower lip. A startled sound leaves his throat immediately followed by a groan. Your tongue traces the mark on his lip, tasting a hint of cherries. A sweetness unbefitting his brattiness, and yet reminding you of a child’s innocence and immaturity.

A mistake you made. He takes his chance and inserts his tongue in your mouth. The cherry taste mixed with hints of artificial flavors takes over your senses. But you aren’t going down so easily. Fighting back, your tongues battle for dominance. Persistent. Frustrated. Determined. Needy mouths refuse to stop until a victor comes out on top.

Your warm breath mingles with his. The distance is so small, yet his lips feel so far. He just needs one more inch. But it seems that it’s a leap he can’t make.

You close the gap. It’s short. Probably less than two seconds. But you briefly taste sunny side up eggs served by mom on sunny Saturday mornings.

Lips part. Yet the distance is still small, the craving for that nostalgic taste keeping you close to him. Was it good, he asks. Eyes that have always been your clear skies are now cloudy with nervousness. You smile. You lean to give him a small peck. Please do it again.

Clouds dispel. His eyes are clear skies once more, the light of joy rivaling the sun. He leans to give another kiss, but this time, longer lasting.

Sheets have long been tossed to the floor. Strong arms wrap around you as lips encase yours. Unprepared. You were unprepared for the loud sounds of sucking and bilabial clicks of your lips. You were unprepared for his tongue entangling in yours. You were unprepared for his fangs that are greedy for your taste.

There’s a hint of today’s popular meaty meal in the kiss. A king that feasts on anything, a glimpse of wealth on your tastebuds. Soon, your lungs start aching, and you move to stop and breathe. But his hold on you tightens. His lips are on yours again.

Greedy. Needy. You almost groan in annoyance. Almost. For somehow, in the midst of the passion, you remember. A king can’t rule alone. Perhaps that loneliness caught up with him. So just this once, you’ll indulge him, losing yourself in the heat of his kisses.

Sweaty. Sticky. Your skin is moist and heated. From the dry air? From the kiss? From both?

Moans leave your lips. Your legs continuously move until they intertwine with his legs. A tug of your hair, and your moans grow louder. Pain and pleasure mixed as one. You tug on his hair, and his reaction is the same. Somehow, the sound spurs you to deepen the kiss. Your tongues chase for each other, like dogs chasing for the nearest pond. You crave for the sweetness he has. Donuts. Your taste buds are overwhelmed with the taste of cheap dough and sugary glaze. A hint of cheap chocolate. You absentmindedly wonder how much he has to work to buy the treats he loves.

He pulls away to let himself breathe, a smirk eventually forming on his face. Congratulating you or mocking you, you couldn’t quite tell. Not bad, he says. And he comes back to your lips. His hunger and thirst for you has not been quenched yet.

His body pressing you down against the mattress. Your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips gently plant themselves on every inch of your face. One kiss. Two. Three. Every kiss holds the same care that a gardener gives to his plants. Seeds of love placed on your skin to remind you that you are his, now and forever.

His mouth finally encases your lips. A thirst finally quenching your parched desires. His kiss is fresh fruit drinks on a day where the hot sun bathes your skin. Cool citrus flavors coat your tongue. Refreshing. His kiss tastes refreshing. And even when he pulls away to let you breathe, the taste of citrus remains in your mouth.

The cold air tickles your skin, yet your body feels warm. The hum of the air conditioner in the room accompanies the melody of the kiss you two share on his chair.

His arms around your waist. Your hands buried in his hair. Smooch. Your sounds of kissing along with his sighs bring you deeper and deeper in the kiss. Was this the sailor’s thoughts when he hears the siren’s call?

Push. Pull. Push. Pull. His lips and tongue move to the rhythm of the waves lapping on a shore. His taste… you can’t quite tell what it is. You taste spices and herbs, sugars and salts. A taste with variety, as abundant as his talents.

Lungs ache. But you don’t leave. You can’t leave. For he beckons you to draw closer, to never leave his side.

Your moans filling the room. His teeth grazing your lip. His tongue entangled in yours, all to please you.

You hold his head closer to you. More. You need more. Please give me more, you beg through the tracing of your tongue on his top lip. Shocking. Addicting. Intoxicating. His taste is a marriage of the sea and the land, a saltiness mixed with earthy flavors. Sparks dance on your lips, coursing through your veins until it reaches your heart. Like a lightning that pierced through your chest, only it felt so good that you drown in the feeling.

You don’t care if you sink to the pleasure that his silver tongue brings. You need more. You’re addicted.

Tight. His limbs around you are tight as he pins you to the bed. His tongue dominates yours, entwining it as if a physical manifestation of binding yourself to him.

You taste so many things that it overwhelms you. A hint of takoyaki, a dash of chips, a note of candy. It leaves you heady, and you want more of it until you can no longer breathe.

You flinch. His teeth dig into your lip. There’s a new taste now, a coppery flavor from the wound he created. It excites your taste buds, and the pain adds a new depth of pleasure. You moan. You grasp onto him. Holding him close and bringing him down with you in this sea of ecstasy.

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Can I request Idia, Rook and Malleus with a S/O who loves to constantly play pranks on them?

Thank you! Your writing is lovely and I'm excited to make a request to you (≧▽≦)

Don't feel pressurised tho! Have a good day/night!!

I feel like I ramble so much in my headcanons OTL

Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia | Gender-neutral reader | Headcanons

Ah, the nickname Trickster really suits you. Rook adores your mischievous side because there would not be a single dull day in NRC with you on the loose, and he actually enjoys your pranks since they make his school life more thrilling. Although he prefers to be the hunter, having you attempt to hunt him instead is a nice change of pace; he does wonder how you’ll lead the chase~

It’s really hard to catch him off-guard when he’s as vigilant as a hawk. He can pretty much sense your presence from a mile away, so you can never have that element of surprise when you want to pull a prank on him. However, he would sometimes pretend to not be aware that you’re lurking around just to humour you, and then act surprised once the prank is over.

There was a time when Rook could not have the predicted the prank you’d pull on him. After getting dressed in his school uniform on one particular morning, he opened the door and walked straight into an clear, stretchy surface that immediately clung to his face upon contact. He was thoroughly puzzled and wondered what had hit him, but when he heard your uncontrollable laughter nearby, he immediately knew that he just got pranked.

He slowly pulled the cling film off his face. The low chuckle that left him sounded ominous for some reason, and the half-lidded look he gave you only made him appear sinister. Before he could say or do anything, Vil’s frustrated scream that was followed by many others resounded through Pomefiore, startling you both. Rook proceeded to stare at your sheepish self with wide eyes before laughing loudly. So you spent the entire morning sticking cling films on the door frames of every room in his dorm? Hats off to you for being a dedicated prankster.

Idia would have nothing against your love for pranks since he likes to troll others in his online games sometimes. Go forth player 2, unleash hell upon the normies that dwell on the sacred grounds of Night Raven College. Don’t worry, he’ll bail you out of trouble as long as you put on a good show for him in front of any of the spy cameras he had set up around the campus.

He enjoys watching other people get pranked but doesn’t like getting pranked himself, especially by you since most of your pranks are new to him. He can never predict when you’re going to attack, so more often than not he holes himself up in his room, where he’ll be the safest. In the unfortunate event in which he does fall for one of your pranks, he ends up letting it slide because enduring the humiliation rewards him with an SSR CGI: your smile.

One day, Idia was chasing you around Ignihyde because you had taken possession of his tablet. He’s already unfit so keeping up with your stamina proved to be a difficult task for him, and all he could do was beg for you to return it in between wheezes as he stumbled after you. When you ducked abruptly in the doorway leading to his room, he was a little puzzled but didn’t think much of it; it wasn’t until he slammed headfirst into a wall of cling films did he realise that this was your plan all along.

“(Y/n)-shi…” He hissed out your name through gritted teeth as he bared their sharpness at you, and proceeded to tear down the cling films to reach you. You stared at your boyfriend with a blank look in your eyes as your laughter gradually ceased, knowing that your fate had just been decided - and for the rest of the week, you became a victim of Idia’s merciless pranking.

Malleus is unfamiliar with the pranks that you like to pull on him, as he only knows about the mischievous tricks that the pixies in the Valley of Thorns enjoy playing on their unfortunate victims. You’ll have to explain your pranks to him once they’re over but don’t worry - he’s a quick learner and if there’s anything that he’s unclear about, he could always ask Lilia.

The first time he got pranked by you, he was… confused. Everyone was staring at him as if he had grown two heads when he entered the classroom, and it wasn’t until Sebek questioned the flowery wreaths woven around his horns did he realise what you had done to him. Malleus wouldn’t mind you playing around with him once in a while since the sound of your sweet laughter is gratifying, but don’t do it too often or else he might play a trick of his own on you~

Lilia once volunteered to help you pull a prank on Malleus. His job was to basically keep Malleus in his room until you were done setting up the cling film in front of his door. Once everything was in place, you called Malleus’ name as if you were in trouble, prompting him to slam the door open and run straight into your trap; the sight of his face squished up against the cling film made you double over with laughter.

Malleus would still be trying to process the fact that you had pulled a prank on him. Ever the mischievous fae, Lilia was able to convince him to “kidnap” you in his dragon form and lock you up in one of Diasomnia’s towers as a revenge prank… which didn’t go very well because you ended up getting scared instead. Malleus later had to apologise to you for taking his prank too far whilst rocking you in his arms.

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Hooooooo… Okay. I needed to make a separate post based on what I reblogged recently with the problem of racism/homophobia within the TWST community. Listen, everything’s off the table as soon as one starts flinging slurs and screaming they hate seeing their favorite character with a dark-skinned OC. It’s not about fictional characters that’s sitting on your phone anymore. It’s about one’s capacity to have common fucking decency and empathy. And sadly, there’s a lot of very “brave” individuals who like to hide behind their anon masks and spout vitriol just because they can.

Twisted Storyshop will always be a safe space for any reader of any identity, race, orientation, or body shape. Everyone deserves a chance to feel special with their favorite character. And if you’re gonna cry about seeing your favorite character be with anyone else outside of a fem, light skinned self-insert, cry harder. It helps water my crops.

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little psa

also i don’t know if this is too political for my blog. but i’m going to say it.

pertaining to may…

may is coming up soon which is nice. hopefully there will be nice weather and may is a good month for us. but this is your reminder that may is not pre-pride. in america, may is asian-american pacific islander heritage month, shortened to aapi month. this is a reminder to not wash out may with pride (which is in june). may is not pre-pride. we as a group should not be overlooked by pride. aapi month 2021 was horrid because it was filled with such intense anti-asian sentiment and was also overshadowed in favor of pride month. let’s work to make up for it with a great aapi month in 2022 where we actually uplift asian voices, call out anti-asian sentiment, interrogate our own biases, and celebrate asian people as a whole.

and not just east asian either. south, southeast, central, west, and everyone in between matters just as much as east asians. this is also not the time to be performative. do not speak up on asian issues just for may clout and then dismiss them once may is over. the issues we face, especially those of us in the diaspora, do not disappear once may ends. we endure them 24/7, 52 weeks, 365 days a year.

pertaining to june…

we also know disney is going to revert back to rainbow capitalism to get our dollar. do not let them. remind them that they purposely donated to bills like don’t say gay. they actively are trying to harm a community they heavily profit off of.

furthermore, we should uplift bipoc queer voices in june. the lgbtqia+ community tends to be represented as overwhelming white and white queer voices are always prioritized. also, white lgbtqia+ community, don’t be afraid to hold your own accountable for their own actions. we also need to start deconstructing ideas and attitudes and mannerisms associated with the lgbtqia+ community.

i also hope that we still continue to make fun of corporations’ attempt at rainbow capitalism (e.g. target). it’s quite funny actually.

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Announcement from the mun:

This blog is very much dead, but in case anyone is wondering, I've moved to a new blog since I kind of lost interest in idv and started a new project there so if you're interested, please send a follow and a request @/unknown-aisling. As for this old blog, it will be renamed revasser-destiny and be used as a side blog instead. Thank you everyone for the wonderful memories and i hope you have a wonderful day!

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Drabble Me

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

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"Hello! We are back on answering any questions that you may have for us. As long it's within our ability to answer of course ~ "

"ahh- I believe I have a few more minutes before my inevitable doom comes...."

But alas, not even a minute passed before he was found, beat up, then strapped onto a rocket chair to be sent off. At least he is back to the manor where it is calmer than in those chaotic matches.

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Interview the Muse

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“now then...”

“ready for your measurements?”

;+; the inbox is now open! welcome morgan pierce sinclaire, the tailor, to the manor!

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Im still getting a response out (because i want to), but.... *hands aesop a coffin bazooka* here have an auto coffin people entrapment bazooka lmao

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💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

Oh, there's definitely one talent she likes to keep hidden from others and it's one that pretty much tells the world her own status. When she was slowly approaching marriageable age, the head of the family had hired a governness to teach her how to be an immaculate lady of her status. The studies often included the basics of reading and writing, with feminine activities such as needlework and dancing, but what could easily break the image of her being a simple seamstress is her ability to play the harpsichord and violin.

While people at the manor would consider it an honorable skill, Aurora doesn't want to revert back to being "Lady Gwenda", and to be only known for her wealth and beauty. Plus you never know if one of these players would cry wolf and bring Him here to retrieve her. Never hurts to be cautious after all, it's what ensure her simple life away from home. So she tries hide this talent away from people, or share it with as little people possible since she just wants to be a simple woman living her life. Those who know she has this secret talent would most likely be the ones who know her real name, people she trust deeply with her life and story to never say a word.

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🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

"I'm not sure if it... counts as a wish to be honest..." Aurora pursed her lips in a thin line, wondering if to speak her mind or keep it herself. She wasn't in that man's control anymore and she could yell out to her heart's content, but there was a small hesitation. The fear that God might be infuriated with her hopes and displeasures if she voiced them. She should stay silent and pretend to be happy with what she has, but the bitterness of her agony had a better spring to drink from. "But if I may be blunt, I wished there was some form of law where it did not matter who you love and wanted to marry..."

It was an honest prayer of hers since Aurora had loved and lost someone so dear to her because of the thing called social classes. She had moved on from the tragedy, but the dream of freedom burnt into her flesh. Love was a delicate arrangement of tears and smiles, but it was always a beautiful spring array in her eyes. The contempt she holds for that man just remembering those memories, it makes her blood boil to the point of a volcanic eruption. Though part of that hatred... it also came with another loss, something Aurora knew she couldn't quite heal from.

"I guess there's one more thing... if there was a law that prevented people from abandoning a child in another country... perhaps life would've been slightly better..."

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Some... mafia sketches while I figure out how to answer this one ask again-

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//ends up redesigning after a day again

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