#magic tricks with shuffled deck

[morlock-holmes]

Something to watch for, which I learned from stage magic but which is extremely relevant to detecting scams as well:

The magician or scammer will *tell you* how he is going to prove his honesty.

The magician rifles through the deck until you say "stop", then he says, "Are you sure? I'll keep going if you want." and asks "Now, you agree that you could have stopped anywhere you wanted, so there's absolutely no way I could know which card you got" and because it's a magic show and you aren't paying close attention you didn't notice he didn't deal a card from where you stopped, he dealt the bottom card of the deck.

The magician doesn't ask you, "What would it take for you to believe this" because you might say, "I'd need you to use a sealed deck" or "I'd have to personally shuffle the deck" or some other proof that would make the trick impossible.

Magicians say "You agree that if I did *this*, it would mean *that*, right?" and you say yes, and it feels like you are the one who got to verify things, but of course the magician is lying and the proof is nothing of the kind.

Scammers do the same thing. A really concrete example is phone scammers pretending to be working for the government will say, "Look, I see you're skeptical if I'm who I say I am, I'm going to hang up and call back, and you'll see on the caller ID it says, 'FBI' and that tells you that I'm really working for the government."

Now, caller ID can be spoofed pretty easily, so it doesn't prove anything at all.

But it *feels* to you like you demanded proof and the scammer was willing to give you the proof.

But you didn't tell the scammer what out would take to prove it to you, the scammer told you what the proof would be.

This is actually like a really basic thing to look for if you want to start decoding magic tricks and scams.

[mantas-ray]

my inbox is open for travis thirsts !! also shout to me for sucking ass in all fours and probably any card game to touch earth

The only card game you knew how to play was Go Fish. It was a lot easier since the deck had no Queens, one less suit to worry about. Although Travis attempted to teach you other games, you got sick of losing to him even when he played the games in your favour.

After a terrible losing streak, you asked if he knew any magic tricks. He perked up at the question, but concealed his eagerness with a nonchalant, “Yeah.”

Travis’ deft fingers skillfully split the deck and shuffle the cards. The card you had picked lingered at the back of your mind as you watched Travis show off another unnecessary shuffling technique. You sigh dramatically when he reshuffles the cards for the millionth time. It’s to get the point across that he wasn’t playing any cheap tricks — you understood that, but did he really need to show off?

Your face displayed scepticism, but beneath the surface, you were intrigued. Especially when his fingers which usually rest on a trigger, effortlessly glided between the cards. The image of Travis in his room perfecting his card tricks made you smile a little. Despite his attempts to hide it, Travis was such a dork.

Finally, he stops. Travis holds the stack of cards in his left hand, flipping the card at the top of the deck to show you with his right. He questions, “Is this your card?”

“No,” you responded amused. You’d feel bad if he wasn’t showing off his fancy fingerwork. All those tricks just for it to fall flat.

“Are you sure?” he asks, confusion embedded in his words. Travis flipped back the offending card, a 7 of clubs, concealing it once more.

“I’m pretty sure I remember what my card looks like.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion as Travis leaned over the creaky old table, stretching out his arm. His hand reaches behind your ear, revealing another card out of thin air. The card was wedged between his index and middle finger, and your eyes widened in surprise.

“Did it look like this?” The singular red heart at the centre popped out against the off-white background. You grabbed the card, analysing the stiff paper for any sign of foul play. The Ace of Hearts, your card.

You looked at him bewildered. Travis didn’t anticipate your genuine shock. When he first showed the trick to his mom, even at eleven years old he could sense she wasn’t honest in her reaction.

“Wha— how?”

Travis leans back against his chair, a smug grin on his face. He shrugs, “A magician never reveals his secrets.”

[calcifiedunderland]

hello! for your twst mermay event, may i request prompt 24 (mimicry) with ace?

would prefer a one-shot but I like hcs/imagines too, so please feel free to choose the format based on your ideas ^^ thank you!

💌 ♥️🦩 request received! Thank you for your message, your delivery is ready~

I had some back and forth with this, but I went with mer!Ace to fulfill the prompt. Hope you like it anon!! Enjoy~

Mer!Ace Trappola, ft. Mimicry

Everyone always swore Ace’s craftiness would land him into trouble one day. To be fair, it did, but not in the way they expected.

It all started when he was spying on the humans walking around the surface. Some new humans were leaving a ship, and he was bored so he’d swiped a deck of cards off a table. He’d been observing a human spin them over and over, playing tricks with them. It was mesmerizing. And he didn’t think anyone would really miss them, after all. There were 52 cards in that little box, he only nicked about ten of them anyway. There were also some shiny trinkets on the table - surely they’d just left them behind.

Eventually, some humans spotted him, shouting “thief!” Ace was about to be in some serious trouble with the surface, when suddenly a tentacle wrapped around his shoulders. “Good sir,” Azul spoke to the blustering human, “this is just one of our performers. Please excuse him, it’s his first day.”

For covering up Ace’s accidental theft, he was forced to strike a deal with Azul - perform for the humans once a day and bring in sales for the Mostro Lounge. Simple enough. The octomer was deadset on using Ace’s sleight of hand skills. Humans loved magic and merfolk - why not combine the two?

Ace done similar tricks with rocks and shells before. Using the cards should be easy. He shuffled them, mimicking what the humans had done, and began tossing them fancifully. He sat inside a tank that opened out to the sea, and humans ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ at him. This wasn’t half bad, he guessed. It was better than Riddle collaring him, anyway.

Soon, the magician mer’s popularity spread far and wide. A red mer with a heart over his eyes. You were intrigued as you walked into Mostro Lounge. The restaurant wasn’t very busy, and you sat next to one of the tanks. Technically speaking, the mer wasn’t performing right now. All that was in the tank was a piece of bright red coral, a purple anemone, and some orange eyes staring back at you.

Wait, what?

Ace grinned at you, and the anemone rose up, revealing a face with a red heart over one eye. The coral shook itself out, revealing that it was actually a tail, and you were suddenly staring at the magician mer.

He put his finger over his mouth, be quiet. You glanced around at the sparse patrons around you. No one seemed to notice Ace was there. He winked at you, tossing some seashells around the tank. You grinned in amusement, making a heart with your hands and quietly clapping.

You reached into your bag, and pulled out a deck of cards. You usually kept them whenever you were traveling, if only to play with strangers or just to amuse yourself. But now…

You caught the mermaid’s attention and began stacking it into a house. He grinned at your challenge, and started piling rocks and seashells on each other to mimic yours. You smacked the glass lightly, giggling when he splashed water over the tank’s side, water droplets making your house tumble.

Soon, Mostro Lounge closed and you were ushered outside to the docks. You sighed, smiling as you pulled your jacket around you. Maybe you’d go to visit the mermaid tomorrow.

The next day, you went back early. The crowd was huge, and you were jostled over to the edge of the tank while people ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ at the other performing merfolk. You spied a double-act with two teal eelmers currently performing. You watched them curiously, when you jolted. Water soaked through your shoulders, and you saw a flash of red.

On the other side of the tank, Ace grinned and waved at you. He pointed in a direction, follow me! An amused smile warmed your face, and you followed him. He swam alongside you, making loop-de-loops in the water and swimming upside down making you laugh. He seemed to like it when he made you laugh.

Finally you reached a ‘backstage’ area, and he surfaced. You squatted down, “y’know, I don’t think I’m really allowed back here,” you mused.

Ace shrugged nonchalantly, “it’ll be fine. Besides,” a mischievous grin alighted his face, “no one’s ever interacted with me in the tank! It gets borin’ there when I’m not performing.”

You crossed your legs, leaning on your knees. “I actually came yesterday hoping to see you. I heard you put on a good act,” you said. You frowned at the purple anemone sticking out of his hair, “what’s that about, though?”

He winced, rubbing his neck. “Yeah, uh, I sort of got into a thing with some humans? And I’m under a contract to perform. Only for the summer, though,” he said hastily when you looked very concerned.

You hummed thoughtfully, “I’ll be here all summer, too. I have a program I’m doing.” Ace flipped his tail, thinking before saying, “Y’know, if you get busy and you’re not able to see me during regular hours, I could show you a few tricks maybe.” He added, “I’m Ace, by the way. Your ace in the hole is the Ace of Hearts!~” he put his hands together in a heart, winking. You spluttered a laugh, “that’s so corny!”

“Ace! You’re on in five.” The two eelmers surfaced, zeroing in on you. “Oho? You brought a lil guppy backstage?” One of them grinned ominously at you, and you took a wary step back.

Ace stiffened, and nodded. “Alright, alright! Sheesh…” he threw you a look and you giggled, waving. “I’ll watch your performance! Catch you later!”

He grinned at you before diving in the water, “you’d better!”

I had some trouble thinking things up for this one but I got there in the end lol! Thank you for your req anon!! Xoxo Calci

[nylacouldntmakeit]

Precision ; Johnny cade x y/n

wow wow wow you miss me yet? ;) jk ily all

“You really believe in ‘at stuff?” Johnny sat leaned against the side of your bed, his legs crossed indicating that he’d finally found a position worth settling down in.

“Johnny, magicians don’t focus on true magic, it’s the art of precision.” You give him a sly smirk before shuffling a deck of cards that Dallas gave you as a “last minute” birthday gift.

‘Course in the 1960’s magic was slowly becoming a mainstream source of entertainment for teenagers, mainly with Harry Houdini being a raging source of inspiration.

“Mhm, you gonna show me some magic or not?” He sat up straighter, he never said it aloud but he always got a bit giddy being your auto-volunteer when it came to trying tricks.

“Pipe down, and pick a card” You bit your lip in anticipation while watching him scan the spread out deck before deciding on a card.

He plucked the card out of the deck before peeking up at you then back down at his card. He handed it back to you, face down while muttering, “dont look.”

You shrugged before reshuffling the deck, and turning the cards over.

You smile to yourself before picking up an ace of spades, “This your card?”

Johnny let out a small gasp before grinning, “Yea actually. not bad.”

“I know.” You toss your hair before standing up and stretching. “Hey you should show Two that one, he’ll be kicked out of his shoes for sure.”

You nudged him, “well to be fair he ain’t that hard to impress.”

[l0vergirlsw0rld]

day six: frotting | NSFW MDNI 18+

Poker night had somehow become a new addition to yours and Logan's routine. Wasn't exactly your favourite evening activity, but it had its perks. The usual crowd had gathered, filling each kitchen chair—Logan huffing and rolling his eyes the entire night, Remy showing off with his absurdly slick card tricks, Hank meticulously counting the odds with every hand, Wade being, well, Wade with his relentless commentary, Colossus chiming in with his positive quotes, and Scott... taking everything way too seriously, as always.

Remy, in his dramatic fashion, shuffled the deck like he was putting on a magic show. The cards flipped, danced, and slid between his fingers effortlessly, pulling everyone’s attention to his performance. You couldn’t help but smirk at how extra it all was, as he did this every single time.

“Quit showin’ off and deal already,” Logan grumbled, taking a long swig of his beer. Poker night wasn’t exactly his thing, but he never missed a week. Something about camaraderie, or maybe he just liked to keep an eye on the chaos Wade tended to stir up. You’d tagged along tonight, hoping for some girl company, but you ended up being the only one there, keeping yourself entertained in the dark corner of the room.

Your distraction? Mary Puppins—the ugliest, yet somehow endearing dog you'd ever laid eyes on. Her tongue perpetually hung out, and with her awkward, patchy fur, she looked like she was judging everyone in the room. You found yourself obsessed with her absurd charm, petting her while the poker game carried on behind you.

“Y/N,” Logan’s deep voice cut through the low buzz of conversation, but you were too infatuated with the dog to catch it.

“Kid,” he called again, a bit louder this time, using the nickname that always got your attention.

You looked up, meeting his intense gaze from across the room. His brow arched slightly, and with a gesture as casual as it was commanding, he patted his thigh. “C’mere.”

You stood up, leaving Mary Puppins in her half-asleep state, and padded over to him. Straddling his thick thigh, you kept your feet on the floor, trying not to put too much weight on him, but Logan had other plans. His hands found your hips, pulling you firmly down until your feet were dangling, leaving you fully perched on his leg.

“You weigh nothin’. Relax,” he muttered low, his lips brushing your ear as his deep voice sent shivers down your spine. The familiar scent of cigar smoke, whiskey, and that earthy, woodsy musk that was all him surrounded you, making you melt into his sturdy frame.

The guys were deep into the game now, all their attention on the cards, poker chips scattered across the table, beer bottles clinking occasionally. The air was thick with smoke, swirling lazily under the kitchen light.

Your unofficial role for the night? Holding Logan’s cards, passing him chips, clipping his cigars, and fetching him another drink whenever he grunted for one. It wasn’t exactly thrilling, but being close to him like this made it worthwhile. The game dragged on—poker nights always did—but sitting in Logan’s lap made the time pass more easily, especially with his arm draped protectively over your waist, keeping you flush against him.

Then, there was a shift. You started feeling... restless. Maybe it was the pressure of your jeans pressing right where you wanted it, or maybe it was how absurdly hot Logan looked while dominating the poker table. Either way, the heat between your thighs was starting to spread, your body responding in ways that you hadn’t anticipated.

Subtly, you began shifting your hips against his leg. It was a small, innocent movement at first—barely noticeable—but the friction was immediate, sending a spark of electricity shooting up your spine. You pressed your core more firmly against his muscled thigh, feeling the delicious hardness beneath you. A soft heat pooled in your belly, and before you knew it, your panties were damp, your arousal growing with every tiny movement.

You bit down on your lower lip, trying to keep your composure. The last thing you needed was for the rest of the table to catch on to what you were doing. But Logan wasn’t so oblivious. His grip on your hips tightened, and he leaned forward, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“What the hell do you think you’re doin’?” His voice was a low rasp, his breath hot against your skin. The growl in his tone made your pulse quicken.

Without missing a beat, you rolled your hips again, pressing yourself harder against his thigh, hitting that perfect angle that sent a fresh wave of pleasure through you. A blush spread across your cheeks, the heat rising fast as you bit back a quiet gasp. You weren’t trying to get this worked up, but now it was too late.

Logan’s response was immediate. You felt him harden beneath you, the unmistakable bulge growing as your movements riled him up. His grip on your hips became almost possessive, and you knew you were driving him just as crazy as you were.

The others had no clue what was happening. They were too wrapped up in the game, the music, and their own chatter. But beneath the table, a much different game was unfolding.

Logan’s chin came to rest on your shoulder, his eyes trailing down the front of your shirt, clearly focused on the curve of your cleavage. His breath was hot against your neck as he whispered, “You’re gonna pay for this later, y’know that?”

You shivered, your body practically vibrating with anticipation, knowing damn well that you wouldn’t mind paying whatever price he had in mind.

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[awkward-walking-potato]

hellooo!!! hope you're doing well!! i love love love your work!!!!

i wanted to request something for remy, cause you are so right, there is not as near enough stuff out there for him!! maybe something like gambit and reader secretly pining for each other, and remy doing card tricks or something to show off or get any amount of attention, then being super smug or flustered when he actually gets it! with a fluffy ending of your choice!!!

i really hope this isn't too much or too little to work with!! no pressure, have an amazing dayyyyy!!!! <3

The Gambit’s Trick

The rec room at the X-Mansion was buzzing with its usual energy—laughter, light conversation, and the occasional clink of glasses as everyone unwound after a long day. You sat on the couch, half-listening to Bobby and Rogue debating over the best pizza toppings, but your attention kept wandering to the other side of the room, where Remy LeBeau was holding court, as usual.

Remy had a deck of cards in hand, casually shuffling and fanning them out with the kind of effortless grace that only he could pull off. His red-on-black eyes were glinting with mischief as he regaled a small group with stories from his time in New Orleans, his Cajun drawl soft and charming. He was in his element, surrounded by friends, showing off with little tricks here and there—but you knew his real audience wasn’t them.

It was you.

Every now and then, Remy’s gaze would flicker in your direction, lingering for just a second too long before he returned to his storytelling. You felt it every time, your heart fluttering in your chest as you pretended not to notice. The truth was, you had been pining after Remy for what felt like forever—ever since the day he sauntered into your life with that lazy grin and smooth charm. But you’d kept those feelings hidden, unsure if the infamous flirt felt anything more than his usual playful affection for you.

But tonight, something felt different. You weren’t sure if it was the relaxed atmosphere or the way Remy seemed to be paying more attention to you than usual, but you could feel a shift.

As the group around Remy started to disperse, he suddenly stood up, stretching his arms before pulling a single card from the deck. He held it between his fingers, flicking it back and forth with a smirk that told you he was up to something.

“Alright, y’all,” he said, his voice cutting through the chatter, “who’s ready for a real magic trick?”

Everyone turned toward him, a few groans of playful protest, but he had their attention. And yours.

Remy glanced in your direction again, that mischievous glint in his eyes growing stronger. “You watchin’, chérie?” he asked, and the way he said it made your heart skip a beat.

You crossed your arms and leaned back in your seat, trying to keep your cool. “I’m watching,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Good,” he said, his smirk widening as he shuffled the cards with a flourish. “Dis one’s just for you.”

Your pulse quickened, and you could feel a blush creeping up your neck. Remy was never shy about his flirting, but this felt more intentional—like he was speaking directly to your heart, not just playing around.

He moved through the trick smoothly, his fingers quick and precise as he manipulated the cards. “Now, chérie, dis here’s a little sleight of hand,” he said, holding up a card for you to see, then flipping it over and placing it into the deck. “I’m gonna make de card disappear, den bring it back, just like magic.”

You watched intently, your eyes fixed on his hands as he shuffled the deck once more. He was all confidence, every movement perfectly timed. But then, as he glanced up at you again—catching your eye for just a moment too long—something went wrong.

The card he was supposed to pull from the deck fumbled in his fingers, slipping awkwardly to the floor. The group chuckled lightly, but you couldn’t help but laugh a little harder than the others. The normally smooth and composed Gambit had tripped up, and it was because of you.

Remy’s cheeks flushed ever so slightly, a rare sight, but his grin never faltered. “Ah, well, looks like I’m a little distracted,” he said, bending down to pick up the card with a playful wink in your direction.

Your giggle only grew, and you shook your head at him. “Distracted, huh? Didn’t think you ever messed up, LeBeau.”

“Oh, chérie,” Remy said, standing back up and sauntering closer to you, his grin widening. “I only mess up when I’m lookin’ at somethin’—or someone—dat’s distractin’ me.”

Your heart raced as he stopped in front of you, standing a little too close, his eyes fixed on yours with that intense, flirtatious energy that always left you breathless. The rest of the room seemed to fade away, the noise of the other conversations becoming background hums as you locked gazes with him.

Remy held up the card again, this time with more purpose, his fingers steady. “Tell you what, mon amour. If I get dis trick right dis time, how ‘bout I get a little reward?”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to play it cool even though your heart was pounding. “A reward, huh? What kind of reward are we talking about?”

He leaned down just a little, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. “How ‘bout a kiss from you, chérie? Just one.”

You could feel your face heat up, but you didn’t look away. Instead, you leaned back, pretending to consider it as you tapped your chin thoughtfully. “A kiss? That’s a pretty big ask, Remy.”

He grinned, his confidence returning full force. “What can I say? I like to take risks.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face. “Alright, fine. If you get the trick right this time, maybe—maybe—I’ll give you that kiss.”

Remy’s eyes lit up as if he’d just won the lottery. “Oh, chérie, you won’t regret dis.”

With a renewed focus, he shuffled the deck one last time, his hands moving quickly and expertly over the cards. He pulled a single card from the middle, holding it up with a flourish. The ace of hearts, just like magic.

“There it is,” he said, his voice dripping with pride and flirtation. “Now, how ‘bout dat kiss?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you stood up from the couch. “Alright, a deal’s a deal.”

Stepping closer to him, you felt the warmth radiating off of him, and the playful energy between you shifted into something more charged. Remy’s smile softened as you reached up, your heart pounding in your chest. Gently, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, feeling the stubble beneath your lips as his breath caught for just a second.

When you pulled back, he looked at you, his eyes full of affection and something deeper, something real.

“Chérie,” he whispered, his voice softer now, “dat was worth more than any magic trick I could ever do.”

You smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest. “Guess you’ll have to keep practicing, then.”

Remy chuckled, slipping the deck of cards back into his pocket as he leaned in a little closer. “Oh, I plan to, mon amour. I plan to.”

[yummyrevivalfluid]

If you’re fine with NSFW requests could I request a Gen x Reader ? Cockwarming on him while he shows you magic tricks, please? ^^

Ocus-Hay Ocus-Pay

Pairings: Gen x Reader

Warning: Smut! Cockwarming! Bodily Fluids!

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry for the wait! This is my first time writing for Gen! Hopefully, this isn't too OOC! Had to watch Gen Core TikTok to think like him...

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Focus…

Your eyes stay trained on the cards in his hands. Following every fold and bend, he presses into the deck.

Focus…

You bite your lips in concentration, surely not for any other reason.

Focus…

“You know I can feel you tightening around me~” Gen teases, his fingers continuing shuffling the cards in his hands. “eriously-say!”

“Shut up,” you hiss back, earning a whine from Gen. “I’m not following for any misdirection crap.”

“What?” he gasps dramatically, lightly bucking his hips. He feels it again- your body is betraying you, revealing to him the effect he has on you.

Who is he to not exploit your own body against you?

“Misdirection! Me?” he asks, no longer feigning innocence. He bucks again, the cards swiping dangerously close between your thighs. You close your eyes momentarily, relishing any movement he gives you. Greedy for any touch to your skin.

“Stop it…” you mutter breathlessly. Again, you try to focus on the deck in front of you, but when did everything get so blurred?

“Stop what?” Gen asks, resting his chin on your shoulder. Briefly, you look away from the cards, looking back at him, lips inching closer to him. “Stop this?”

He stops shuffling the cards, and this draws your attention back. Your eyes scatter at the cards on the floor, searching, looking for anything out of place.  At this, Gen smirks.

Predictable

“Or maybe you meant this?” Gen asks again, he stopped his lazy thrusts against you. The achingly slow pace he set-gone. The tension you were slowly building was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain.

“Ah!” he exclaims, a wicked smile taking over his face. “Silly me~ You mean this?” His hands, no longer occupied by the deck, now found their home on your waist. His fingers dug into your skin, not enough to leave bruises, just enough so he stopped your hips from moving.

You shake your head, thrashing in his hold and doing anything to get that aching feeling of warmth back. The feeling of your stomach tightening, the sensation of nearly breaking, releasing over him. You were no longer concerned about the cards. You were over it. Trying to beat Gen at the art of misdirection was a fool’s game.  You lost the moment you agreed to play along with his game. He was always up to something. Always with an ace in his sleeve.  

“Tsk Tsk Tsk,” Gen chides, shaking his head in disappointment at the mess you created in his lap. “Such a messy kitty.”

His hand on your hip falters. As he shakes his hand, cards begin to trinkle down from his sleeve, emphasizing the attention on a card barely peeking out from his sleeve. A card wet with slick, stuck at his wrist. He pulls the card, twirling it between his fingers. Toying with the card for a few seconds longer before flashing the face of the card towards you,

“Is this your card?”

[eddies-ashtray]

eddie goes through a phase where he’s really into magic tricks as a kid. he’s fascinated by it. the idea of magic. it’s never been real for him. he didn’t really get to experience the magic of christmas. not like the other kids. santa didn’t always visit his house. but even when he did it didn’t matter—memories of frigid december evenings listening to his father stumble about and shout in a drunken rage sour his memories of the christmas season.

except for that one year. when he was 9 and his mom brought him to her brothers house. he doesn’t remember where his father was. but Wayne got him a book about magic. he devoured that book.

eddie spent hours at the diner where his mom worked, practicing making sugar packets disappear under styrofoam cups, getting his mother to pick a card from the deck on her breaks before shuffling it back into the deck & asking “was this your card?”, three times, two times, and then one time before getting it right. she acts so surprised when he finally gets it right, ruffles his hair. eddie feels so much pride when he finally masters it.

he shows his dad the trick when he gets home. he regrets it almost immediately when his father laughs in his face and calls him all sorts of names. names he’s heard before but never understood—ones he’s heard him shout at his uncle from time to time. after that the book gets shoved under his bed and he forgets about it.

until one day you find it in his room. he’s not sure how it survived all the moves. but it’s there. buried under other forgotten relics of his childhood.

he sees the hardback in your hands and doesn’t expect the sudden wave of intense emotion to strike him. bubbling anger, like a boiling pot about to spill over as reminders of his father hit him like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of him. but, slowly, eddie remembers the afternoons spent at the diner. his mothers perfume. her laugh. and tears spring to his eyes.

once the tears have cleared and your arms hurt from how tightly you’ve been hugging him, he flips through the dusty, water-stained pages. finds that he remembers learning much of the tricks. and shows you the ones his mother loved.

[kakuvibez]

yandere one shot + quotes; Heartslabyul dorm

requested by ; anonymous/ @sherryclover / none,,

I'm sorry I lost your request 🥲

fandom(s) ; Ever After High

fandom master list(s): master | specific

character(s); Riddle, Trey, Cater, Deuce, Ace,,

outline; " OFF WITH ---"

warning(s) ; Yandere behavior, obsession, unhealthy relationships, delusional love, manipulation, dark themes, toxic affection,,

CARDS,, [N] can create anything using cards. She can create replicas of things using cards. [N] can also do card tricks, card telekinesis, and levitation.

OFF WITH,, [N] can cut anything with this spell; if used on a person, it locks their spells. It feels so painful that you feel that it is cutting your head.

"True friends not subjects ... I will rule my way."

"Off with her head!"

"Off with their buds!"

"Off with the foam!"

"Reshuffling the deck"

"Wonderland is the most nonsensical, riddle-tasic, wonderland-iful place ever after, and I miss it dearly."

"Oh, my cards!"

"Mine, Mine, mine mine mine!"

Lizzie [N] wasn’t just any student at Night Raven College—she was the daughter of the Heart Queen, a living embodiment of Wonderland’s whimsical chaos and strict laws. And now, thanks to circumstances beyond her control (a.k.a. the whims of fate), she found herself attending a school filled with boys.

"Wonderland is the most nonsensical, riddle-tastic, wonderland-iful place ever after, and I miss it dearly," Lizzie sighed, clutching her deck of enchanted cards close. The very air of this place felt too normal, too structured. There were rules, of course, but they lacked the magic and madness of her homeland.

Heartslabyul was yours.

It was never up for debate, never an argument to be had. The moment you stepped into Night Raven College, the moment Riddle laid his eyes upon you—his supposed Housewarden status became nothing more than a technicality.

He knew it. Trey and Cater knew it. Even Ace and Deuce, who had a habit of running their mouths, knew it.

After all, how could they not recognize royalty when they saw it?

"Your dorm is rather disorderly, Housewarden Rosehearts," you comment, examining your perfectly painted nails as Riddle stiffens beside you. "Back in Wonderland, the Queen Mother’s word was absolute."

Your monolid/ prominent/ almond/ downturned/ hooded/ deep-set/etc red and [e/c] eyes flick up, a playful but deadly glint in them. "Surely, you aren’t implying that I am anything less than Wonderland’s Queen?"

Riddle’s breath catches in his throat. His hands tremble, and before he even has a chance to correct himself, he immediately bows, falling to one knee in front of you.

"Of course not, our Majesty," he whispers.

Trey sighs, watching Riddle fold in record time. He always knew Riddle would be a lost cause the moment you appeared.

Cater, of course, is already snapping a picture, whispering “#QueenlyTakeover” under his breath.

You hum in satisfaction. "Much better."

A flick of your wrist, and your cards materialize in the air. With a simple wave, they scatter, forming perfectly identical hedges, roses blooming in deep crimson.

When the students of Heartslabyul try to challenge your rule, they quickly learn that your words are law.

You shuffle your deck of cards lazily, each one flicking through your fingers with precision, a flick of magic making them dance in the air. The sharp snap of your fingers makes the cards vanish, leaving the air heavy with their absence.

"You always try to test me, don’t you, Ace?" you ask, voice soft but dangerous. "Shall I reshuffle the deck, or would you rather I cut this little game short?"

Ace visibly flinches, a nervous smile crossing his face. "No need for that, [N]. I was just—"

"Off with his head!" you cut him off, snapping your fingers, and suddenly Ace is frozen, his magic locked by the intense pain surging through his body. The others watch in awe, unable to move, unable to speak.

"You are truly Wonderland’s most rightful ruler, [N]," Riddle breathes, his face flushed with something akin to worship.

Riddle Rosehearts

- "Finally, someone who understands real rules and order!"

- "My queen, my majesty, my ruler… Say the word, and the dorm is yours."

- "You are far more suited for the throne than I could ever be. You are perfection incarnate."

- "Anyone who disobeys you—off with their heads!"

Trey Clover

- "You’re quite the handful, aren’t you?" chuckles "Still, I don’t mind looking after you."

- "Oh? You want a tart? Here, take mine. I’d rather you have it."

- "You do know how much power you hold over us, don’t you?"

- "If you want it, [N] , then it’s yours. It always has been."

- "If you ever need something… you only have to ask."

Cater Diamond

- "O-M-G, you’re like an actual queen, huh? Gotta snap a pic~!"

- "No need to *shuffle* the deck, babe. You’re already my number one~"

- "Whoa~ You really own the royal aesthetic, don’tcha?"

- "Hashtag QueenlyTakeover! The Heart Queen herself is taking over our dorm? That’s gonna break the internet~"

- "The guys online are obsessed with you! I mean, who wouldn’t be?"

Ace Trappola

- "O-Oi! What was that for?! I just questioned you—!"

- "Look, I don’t care if you’re the queen of a whole kingdom—I am NOT bowing!" [two seconds later, he’s bowing]

- "Wait, wait, wait—she’s the real ruler here?! I thought Riddle was the boss!"

- "Ow! I was just joking! Kinda!"

- "Can’t we, like, not get our heads cut off today? Please?"

- "Tch. Fine. You win this round, Your Majesty… but don’t expect me to worship you!"

Deuce Spade

- "Y-You really mean it when you say ‘off with their heads’..."

- "I-I’ll be good! I swear! Please don’t reshuffle me!"

- "Is it normal for royalty to be this scary?!"

- "Y-Yes, ma’am! I mean—um, Your Highness! W-Wait, what do I call you?!"

- "I won’t let anyone mess with you. I promise!"

- "Just tell me who needs to be dealt with, and I’ll take care of it."

Everyone listened to you.

Even Riddle—who had once been the strictest enforcer of Queen of Hearts' rules—now seemed hesitant to do anything without your approval. If you batted your eyes, he'd hesitate. If you frowned, he'd change his mind. If you smiled, he'd beam as if you'd handed him the crown itself.

But it wasn’t just him.

Cater—who had once lived for taking pictures of himself—now seemed obsessed with capturing you instead. Every moment. Every smile. Every glance. His phone was filled with images of you, and his magicam was overflowing with posts titled “Our One and Only Queen~”.

Deuce—who had once been so determined to become a better student—now spent his days enforcing your whims. If someone so much as breathed near you in a way he didn’t like, he’d glare at them like he was ready to throw hands.

Trey—who was usually the reasonable one—now pampered you. You never had to ask for anything. Food? Done. Tea? Served. He even baked entire cakes in the middle of the night just because you mentioned you liked a particular flavor.

And Ace—well.

Ace was Ace.

But even he stopped fighting you as much.

Sure, he still grumbled under his breath. Sure, he still rolled his eyes.

But the moment you smirked and whispered “Do you really want me to take away your magic again~?”

He shut up real fast.

And you?

You just laughed.

Because this?

This was how it was meant to be.

You were the Queen.

And everyone in Heartslabyul belonged to you.

Heartslabyul was never Riddle’s. It was yours from the start.

[tattycoram]

Omega, fanning out a deck of cards: I've been practising my magic tricks! Omega: Pick a card! Crosshair, with great effort: *picks a card out and looks at it* Omega: *shuffles the cards* Omega: *picks up the top card and shows it to Crosshair* Omega, proudly: Is this your card? Crosshair, still holding the card he picked: Yes

[pocket-watcher]

“Would you like to see a card trick?”

I looked over to where the voice came from, confused on how something so softly spoken was heard so clearly in the loud casino.

He was tall, dressed in the uniform of the other workers at each table, holding a deck of cards.

I put down my glass.

“Sure. I need a little magic in my life.” I said, jokingly.

“Well…”

He leant towards me, hand on the table behind me and I felt myself shiver at the sudden closeness. His fingers expertly glided as he shuffled the cards in front of me with one hand.

“Most people think card tricks are magic, but it’s pretty simple really.” His fingers twisted as he pulled cards out of the deck and placed them back in. It was impressive, really, that he was doing it all one-handed.

I wonder what else those fingers could do.

I shook that thought from my head.

“You see,” my eyes met his, “all you have to do is keep your eyes on the cards.”

He offered for me to pick one. I pulled it out of the deck. He made a big scene of covering his eyes so he couldn’t see what card I’d picked.

Jack of Hearts.

I slid it back into his deck, and he uncovered his eyes and began shuffling again.

“See if you can figure out how the trick works.” He said smugly.

“I thought magicians weren’t supposed to reveal their secrets.” I chuckled, watching the cards move up and down.

Front to back.

“You don’t really believe in magic. Do you?” He asked, watching me as I watched his hand.

His skilled fingers still working the cards, fanning them out occasionally before drawing them right back in to a neat deck.

“I’d like to believe in magic. But I’ve been told I’m too logical for that.”

“Ah, well. I could tell that just by looking at you. You’re here in Vegas, but your mind is a million miles away!”

I laughed, guilty as charged.

“Clear your mind. That always helps me think.” He offered.

In and out the cards fanned.

“See, the trick is that I’ve kept your eye on the cards.”

Up and down as he shuffled them.

“Most magicians want to divert your attention. They don’t want you focusing on something that could reveal how it’s is done.”

Back to front and front to back.

“So, someone as logical as yourself should realise that if I’m telling you to focus on the cards…”

Fingers curling around the cards as they shuffled round and round.

“…I’m hiding the real trick from you elsewhere.”

The words sank in, but I couldn’t look away. The pattern on the back of the cards almost seemed to dance as he shuffled them.

“But you don’t care about that anymore, do you?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

For a second I realised my shoulders were slumping. My neck craning forward to look closer at the cards.

“You don’t care that I’ve been sending you round and round. In fact, I think you’re finding it rather enjoyable, aren’t you?”

My eyes felt heavy. A pleasant fog was settling over my mind. It felt like I was sinking into the floor.

“You’re happy to just a it. And to listen. And to watch.”

I caught glimpses of the cards. 9… 8… 7… twisting, turning, constantly flitting from one finger to another.

“So what was the real magic? Come on… I’m sure if you focus you’ll figure it out. Just focus on my voice.”

His face was so close to mine, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away to look at him.

Finally, his dizzying hands stopped. My eyes slowly moved up to meet his. He tenderly pulled out a card from the deck. The Jack of Hearts.

“Is this your card?”

[reveryfics]

hi hi hi

I requested earlier ,, simpler version

please do scott lang and male reader!!

Thanks

Magic Man

Scott Lang x Male Reader

Summary: When Scott said he was 'magic' everything except what he meant came to mind.

A/N: Requested by 🪲. I have five drafts, so please bare with me and the influx of requests.

TW: Scott being a dork - Fluff

You remember the moment vividly. When Scott, with that characteristic glint in his eyes, declared he was "magic," your mind, in its frantic attempt to categorize and understand, veered wildly off course. You conjured up elaborate scenarios. Perhaps, you thought, his Ant-Man suit had unlocked some hidden, arcane abilities, a side effect of manipulating the quantum realm. Or, maybe, he'd stumbled upon some ancient, forbidden knowledge, convincing a sorcerer to impart the secrets of eldritch magic. You even entertained the notion that he'd somehow partnered with a stage magician, mastering illusions to an uncanny degree. Every explanation, however outlandish, seemed more plausible than the simple, ridiculous truth.

You shifted, propping yourself up against the headboard, your gaze fixed on the doorway. Scott, that mischievous grin plastered across his face, sauntered in. He moved with a confident swagger, his eyes never leaving yours as he closed the distance between you and the bed. He climbed onto the mattress, crawling onto your lap with a playful ease, his hands finding their way to your hips. You instinctively reached up, your fingers gripping his sides, grounding him, anchoring him to the moment.

He leaned in, a quick, teasing peck landing on your lips. Then, with a flourish that would have been comical if it weren't so unexpected, he reached behind your ear and produced a coin. A simple, ordinary coin. He held it up, his face illuminated with the pure, unadulterated joy of a child who'd just been promised their favorite dessert. "Ta-da," he announced, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Magic."

Your jaw dropped, your mind struggling to process the sheer absurdity of the situation. This man, your man, was serious. He was a magician. Like, the kind you'd hire for a child's birthday party. A wave of disbelief washed over you, followed by a surge of amusement.

He noticed your stunned silence, his index finger gently hooking under your chin, closing your gaping mouth. "Come on," he said, his voice laced with playful exasperation. "People usually like this stuff."

Seeing your reaction, his shoulders slumped, a theatrical pout taking over his features. He knew your weakness, knew you couldn't resist his adorable, man-child antics.

A sigh escaped your lips, a mixture of exasperation and reluctant amusement. You had to admit, a sliver of curiosity had taken root. You wanted to know what other tricks he had up his sleeve. You gave in, allowing him to continue, and to your surprise, the performance became increasingly entertaining.

Soon, the bed was a chaotic landscape of playing cards, gleaming coins, and brightly colored handkerchiefs. Scott, perched beside you, beamed with pride, his hands moving with practiced dexterity as he executed another card trick, this time producing a cascade of cards from his mouth.

He insisted you participate, urging you to pick a card, memorize it, and return it to the deck. "When you said you were 'magic in bed,' this isn't exactly what I had in mind," you quipped, a playful grin spreading across your face. You watched as he shuffled and manipulated the cards, his movements fluid and precise.

With a dramatic flourish, he revealed a card, seemingly plucked from thin air. "Is this your card?" he asked, holding up the King of Hearts. Your eyes widened. It was your card, the same card you had selected, even bearing the same subtle wear and tear.

"Holy shit," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper.

From that moment on, you were hooked. You begged him to teach you his secrets, to reveal the mechanics behind his illusions. You were like a child clamoring for candy, your enthusiasm infectious. And you couldn't forget Cassie, who, with the bribe of ice cream, became your patient and tolerant audience as you practiced your fledgling magic skills.

Scott, in turn, was filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling. He loved seeing your genuine interest in his hobby. He treasured the moments when you'd challenge each other, engaging in friendly competition, each trying to outdo the other with increasingly elaborate tricks. Neither of you would have it any other way.

[nottsim]

— 𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝐹𝓇𝒶𝑔𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒹𝓇

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little things that reminds me of my dr, delicately woven into a pretty list..

⋆˙⟡ Old Books

The library is my sanctuary. The scent of parchment and old leather bound books wrapping around me like a familiar and peaceful embrace. I love the quiet and the soft scratching of quills, the rustling of pages, the distant whispers of students pondering over the right answer to the potions assignment. Theo doesn’t understand it but he sits with me anyway while flipping lazily through one of my books, humming an old Italian tune his mum taught him.

⋆˙⟡ Leather

The leather couches in the slytherin common room are worn and soft, often creak when sunken into. The warmth of the crackling fire mixing with the smoky air from Theo's cigarette while Mattheo sneakily shows off the joint he rolled, knowing he'd get busted if he lit it. Blaise pulls out a deck of cards, shuffling them with expert precision claiming he knows a magic trick. Mattheo, clearly not buying it, calls his bluff before placing a stupid bet alongside Theo…spoiler: I won.

⋆˙⟡ Lipstick marks

The soft imprints of my beloved chanel lipsticks lingers; on Theo’s skin after a kiss or on the corners of little notes, signing “𝒿.𝓈” prettily with my quill in fresh ink. He never lets me wipe them off. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s walked into quidditch practice with my lipstick still on his neck or cheek, ducking every time Draco insists “he’s got something there”.

⋆˙⟡ Dark wood

The dark wood of my nightstand is worn smooth and cool to the touch, mirroring the desks in class where I lose myself in knowledge. The scent of peonies sent from my dad fills the air, delicately arranged in a glass vase weighing heavy against the dark wood surface. Morning sunlight peeks through my window hitting the vase just right making the water inside shimmer, casting soft reflections on the wall beside my bed. The wood beneath my fingers feels grounding, steady, like a warming sense of permanence..unchanging and constant, as if frozen in time.

⋆˙⟡ Cameras

My digicam is always there with its weight light in my hand, a quiet presence in the chaos. The click of the shutter is like a small pause capturing the laughter and the warmth, like Theo leaning against the wall at a party. The music pulses through the room, blending with the low murmur of laughter and conversation while the air smells like smoke and perfume. I move through the crowd, my heels clicking lightly on the floor and feeling the fabric from my dress against my skin. Under my fingertips? cool metal. The shutter button just waiting to catch the perfect moment. I spot Theo, standing in the corner by the shelves, his posture relaxed as he talks to Lorenzo. I slip into his space, Theo’s hand instinctively resting lightly on my waist. Lorenzo, sensing the moment, quietly takes the camera from my hand and captures the shot. With a brief flash of light the moment was frozen in time.

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this took way too long :) so enjoy it while I drive myself insane with another draft

accio motivation, jas ୨୧

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

TWST Cast - Fidgets/Stims/Self-Regulation

I needed something simple to write to feel like I'm. we're not actually gonna get into that, anyways, enjoy.

TW: Some of these are NOT healthy/borderline SH, but there's nothing graphic, it's just some folks don't know What's Wrong and only know how to make themselves focus via some sort of (minor) physical pain.

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Heartslaybul

Riddle - had to mask around his mother, said his stims (bouncing his leg, and kinda just. shaking his pen? you know what I mean, like between two fingers and you just let it bounce?) made him look mentally unwell (🙄), unruly and undisciplined. Totally not projecting At All So he rarely stims in public when he's trying to focus, though during testing periods and in the safety of his own room he tends to let himself (subconsciously) stim. He also chews on his bottom lip a lot, but not enough that it was ever noticed by his mother. (Floyd gifts him a fidget ring sometime in the future and he's surprised at how well it works for him) He also loves compression but has yet to discover it.

Trey - He doesn't stim a whole lot, but even in game we know that he tends to touch/readjust his glasses when he feels awkward/about to join a conversation or make a point he's being a bit of a smart alec about. Usually when he's really stressed, (which takes quite a bit to get him there), he'll excessively wash his hands with cold water.

Cater - has a lot of caffeine, so for the most part, his impulses to stim aren't there. That being said, when anxiety comes to kick him in the butt, usually just listening to music and tapping out the rhythm of the guitar with his finger against his thigh is enough to help him out, usually while keeping the beat by tapping his foot or bobbing his head at the same time. (usually some soft rock or pop music) When he's REALLY like. needs to get emotions out but can't because he doesn't like being vulnerable he makes himself eat unbearably hot (spicy) food and insists that he likes it even as he is Crying and Sniffling because. then he can write it off to the spice and not the fact he's dying inside. (Don't do this please sdlkjfhlksdjf) Sometimes he also stims by making popping noises, but he doesn't even recognize that he does this, because usually it's just when it's him and Trey in the room, and Trey isn't bothered by it. "Like" and "Really" are both stim words for him too.

Deuce - He's still learning to self-regulate! He knows that shouting helps him get everything out, but in the moment he sometimes struggles. He's still trying out different techniques. As for stims/fidgets Deuce doesn't really have any? Well he does, but he doesn't act on them when he needs to focus since One Incident early on in life when he found out that his fidgets make noise (he's deaf as a part of my HC and didn't get hearing aids until he was like 5-6) and he hates to be a bother to anyone else. On top of that, I think he has a slight auditory processing disorder, so he has a tendency to repeat things back to people, just to make sure he's understood correctly once his brain has caught up to their words. He doesn't know it yet, but compression will help him Calm Down when needed.

Ace - Whistling/noise imitation in general, bouncing his leg, pen tapping, etc. this guy has ADHD but thank the Seven for his older brother who was patient and gentle with him when he was younger. When Ace struggles to focus, he tends to just shuffle a deck of cards, he likes the way they feel. In the rare occasion that he chooses to study, he usually does so while shuffling the cards/practicing a magic trick at the same time because the Physical task during the Mental task makes the Mental task more interesting. He also uses music as a means of self-regulation. (Usually classic rock).

Savannaclaw

Leona - His emotional regulation is out to lunch and the closest he gets to stimming is his tail flicking. It could be argued that the feeling of his blankets is Nice To Him but idk man. Catnip helps with regulation? Idk. Sure.

Ruggie - Idk are we counting his tail wagging as a stim? technically it could be considered one, right, it's a subconscious physical response to happiness? Ruggie also tends to chew on his lip when he's focusing, but his teeth are sharper than Riddle's so it often draws blood and he rarely notices. Sometimes he's kinda hit with just a Wave of what the fuck am I doing with my life? and just needs to rub something soft (Usually Leona's laundry bc it's more luxurious than anyone else's), a little bit to try and recenter himself. If that doesn't work he just tries to work himself to a point of exhaustion so he can ignore the Bad Feelings. This rarely works and he ends up calling his grandma by the end of it just to ask her to leave the phone on speaker so he can hear the chaos and rough and tumble of home. At the end of the phone call his grandma sings to him bc she knows full well what's going on and the sense of familiarity is enough to help Ruggie feel less restless. This boy also loves compression. Also, rolling with the idea that he got to keep the trumpet from the port fest event and started teaching it to himself, during the day/when he's bored he practices tonguing+breathing excercises/patterns (don't be weird about this I stg) or buzzing with or without his mouth piece. Also chews on his nails a lot. I feel like eventually someone gifts him one of those chew necklaces and he loves it but his bite force accidentally damages it much sooner than it should have been so then that same person gets one commissioned specifically to withstand a hyena's bite force and it's the best gift he'll have ever gotten (besides a wad of cash but yknow)

Jack - I mean besides his tail wagging...there isn't much else? For emotional regulation, he tends to just go running if he needs something to focus on. Music also helps sometimes, but it's specifically classical and he just sits in bed and listens to it in his comfiest clothes bc. unlike SOME people he will listen to his body and mind and rest when necessary.

Octavinelle

Azul - Him? Stim? Never. /J He masks a lot mostly because he knows that stimming can come off as anxious, and that's the last thing he wants when he's trying to be convincing to someone else, or really, in front of the twins. That being said, alone in his office he twirls his pen a lot, and late nights/Anxiety Times leads to him tugging on that strand of hair that's longer than the rest as a means of staying focused and in the moment. He thinks he can't be vulnerable in front of the twins but honestly they pick up on his anxiety so easily, they both know compression helps him out. Jade is generally touch repulsed, so usually Floyd takes it upon himself to Flop on Azul's back while he's working. Azul will sometimes imitate playing chords on the piano, on his desk for the same reason Ace plays with cards. He also finds himself stress eating sometimes which does nothing good for his self-esteem.

Jade - Also Masks A Lot. It would take someone he trusts even more than his own twin that would ever get to see him act on his impulses. Otherwise we would see Jade with the happy flappies (though I feel like he would keep his hands in fists instead). However, when things are Bad, Jade does one of two things, both of which are done in a locked bathroom. 1. Fill the sink with cold water and dunk his head in without switching to his mer form. 2. Rolls up his sleeves and bites himself. Just once is usually enough to get him out of it. He also finds the whole. Cleaning out the wound and wrapping himself pretty relaxing. He has not considered just using a tensor bandage yet to self regulate, eventually Floyd will find out wtf he's doing and suggest That instead. Jade will sometimes unmask just enough to rock slightly side to side or back and forth/up on his tiptoes and back down bc he can make it fit with his whole 'I'm innocent baby' kinda facade he pulls sometimes sdlkfjhslkdjf Also tends to need a completely silence space when he's overstimulated.

Floyd -WHOOOOOWEEE babes you already know he is STIM central WHOOT WHOOT he's got the happy flappies, he's got the leg bouncy, he's got the clicky pen, he's got the 'I gotta touch something squishy' need, etc. etc. HOWEVER sometimes he's got the Bad Stims, like he cannot focus on anything, nothing is being retained, he feels over and understimulated at the same time, nothing feels Good, he doesn't feel hungry, he wants Nothing to do with anyone, his leg is bouncing, he's kinda just stabbing his pencil repeatedly into the table and he KNOWS he should focus but just can't- and then Lilia introduces him to metal music and it's like Wow. Everything is better. It has to be blasting, but now Floyd has a means of dealing with That Feeling whenever it rolls around. Also it HAS to be over the ear headphones because of the compression and Friendly Squishy Texture of the parts that cover his ears. Makes him feel better in less than ten minutes, it's a win-win for everyone except he can never remember the name of the band, so he almost always tracks down Lilia to demand (ask) for a reminder and Lilia just almost always has his headphones and phone on hand so just Gives them to Floyd while he goes through Floyd's phone and curates a playlist for him and finds his exact headphones on the equivalent of Amazon so Floyd can order them. Floyd in general, when listening to music, tends to imitate whatever his favourite part of the song is, whether it's the bass line, guitar, drums, keyboard, lyrics, etc. and will switch between various parts as he sees fit. This also means it's not uncommon to hear Floyd essentially beatboxing as a stim method as well. Floyd also snaps his fingers a lot, he likes spinning things on his fingers (be it as innocent as a key chain or dangerous as scissors), and also imitates people a lot. He doesn't always intend to, but like. If he is talking to someone with an accent, he accidentally IMMEDIATELY takes on that accent and finds it funny because he literally can't stop himself. Idk if anyone else has this issue but dear god as someone more anxious than Floyd this has lead to a lot of awkward situations for me bc I have to CONSCIOUSLY not speak in whatever accent my brain is trying to make me take on.

Scarabia

Kalim - ALSO stim central, though his tend to be in response to happiness. He tends to parrot people a lot, beatboxes/makes noise, happy wiggles, snaps his fingers,lots of different kinds of taps, and has happy flappies. He has some. Not so good regulatory practices as well, but when he's overwhelmed he tends to rock back and forth, or ...like. Idk really how to describe it, but he taps his hand against his chest really fast, but it's like in a claw shape so after a few times it starts to hurt a little? because of his finger nails?? idk how else to describe it. He knows better than to do it in front of Jamil though. Music tends to overwhelm him when he's already overstimulated so he ends up putting headphones on just to try and block out the noise. White noise doesn't help, he just wants it to be as quiet as possible.

Jamil - Stims more than people realize, because his stims are naturally more subtle. When Kalim comes to 'bother' him in the kitchen, he keeps himself as focused and relaxed as possible by balancing on one foot at a time, to give himself something to think about besides the 'unwelcome' invasion. When he's studying, he flips his hood up and is constantly rubbing the fabric close to his face and has a bit of a leg bounce. He also uses music as a means of regulation, usually something with a lot of syncopation. Jamil also keeps his hand in a fist and bumps it against his side sometimes when he's trying to stay focused in a conversation.

Pomefiore

Vil - He doesn't really stim all that much, but on days he doesn't feel himself/bad anxiety/PTSD is getting to him, he washes his hands with burning hot water. He knows it's not good. And his hands are super sensitive afterwards. But it stops him from spiraling and that's all he needs. He takes care of them properly afterwards and will make sure to wear his gloves.

Rook - I kinda HC Rook with OCD. Most of his stims are his methods of coping with any sort of dirt or germs, perceived or otherwise. He hates not wearing his gloves, (of which he has different pairs for different Places), but in the event he can't have them on for whatever reason, or a task will be more efficiently done without them, he washes his hands until they're raw because then he can be sure that layer of skin that was in Contact isn't there. Rook regulates with scents a lot too, whether it be the perfume Neige/Vil uses or rooibos tea that his sister used to make for him.

Epel - Idk if gesticulation counts as stimming, but he does it a lot, just not in front of Vil dslkfjhksdjf. I feel like it's only really around Deuce that he feels comfortable doing his happy stomps, though for the hometown event he likely doesn't mask much so other people get to see it too. As much as Epel hates being called short, he likes the fact if he sits back far enough in his chair he can kick his feet without touching the floor sljdfhlksjd. He also tends to grind his teeth.

Ignihyde

Idia - He has SO MANY homemade fidgets but he gets tired of them really quickly so he ends up putting them in the scraps lab of Ignihyde. He likes clicking sounds a lot, (go figure /lh), and ASMR. In the (horrific) event he has to leave his room, usually he tries to keep his anxiety at bay via rubbing the ridges on his sweater, playing/rubbing at his hands/wrists in the pouch pocket of his sweater or rocking a bit, though he hates doing that bc it draws attention to him sometimes. If he does end up overstimulated in a Bad Way or anxious, he tends to pick at his lips/chew on his fingernails.

Ortho - Baby!! He tends to mimic other people's stims when they look fun! He does do happy trills/beeps now and then of his own volition and it's Adorable. He will also do them when he feels like cussing sldkfhlksjd Ortho also claps when he's happy, and if he has his boosters on might even do a little flip. As a treat. When he does need emotional regulation, he knows compression helps so he just asks big brother for a hug. 10/10.

Diasomnia

Malleus - Doesn't stim a whole lot...nor does he really emotionally regulate, though I feel like. For some reason he really likes (cloud) slime as a fidget. Like, he doesn't need it in order to regulate anything, but he finds the texture and sound pleasing. He does sometimes repeat other people to process information. I do think he would be more prone to stimming when he's more dragon than humanoid.

Lilia - Obviously uses music to regulate, bc he did it for Floyd, but he also uses his turning upside down and feeling all the blood rush to his head as a method of getting his brain out of a bad spot. Lilia does also have a chew necklace that he uses now and then, but other than that, he rarely gets overstimulated or needs a distraction. He just likes chewing sldjfhslkjdf he does help Sebek and Silver self regulate though

Silver - He doesn't stim a whole lot, but when he was younger he used to have a lot of nightmares. Usually Lilia would help him through it with breathing exercises, but if he was too panicked to focus on that he would get a few pieces of ice and wrap it in a cloth towel so as to protect him from it hurting. The cold would distract Silver enough to stop crying as hard, and then both Lilia and Silver would hold an ice cube in their hands until Silver didn't want to anymore and they could practice their breathing. Every now and then, Silver still goes to the freezer at night just to hold ice in both hands until he's calmed himself down from a particularly bad dream or anxiety just eating at him.

Sebek - Refuses to believe he stims. However, he acknowledges the ice trick does help him refocus when he finds that he isn't able to on his own. He doesn't realize he grinds his teeth or that staring at a fan actually helps him calm down. Also Lilia bought him a lava lamp and it also helps stop the overwhelming Feelings he has sometimes.

Others

Che'nya - picks at his skin a lot. He knows it's not good but he can't help it there are Textures There He Doesn't Want but also Feel Funny on his fingers. He tends to self-regulate simply by purring or scratching himself/getting someone else to scratch behind his ears. He also tends to put things in his mouth without much thought behind it. All his pencils have bite marks. He has probably eaten like 30 erasers by this point by accident. He also really likes smells, usually freshly baked bread to help regulate, which is why he sometimes comes to 'invade' Heartslaybul is just to chill in the kitchen while Trey bakes to help him tune out any bad feelings he has. Every once in a while, he'll use catnip to deal with anxiety, but Neige usually intervenes before then and like. Puts on one of those fish videos for cats. Che'nya loves them more than he would like to admit. He also carries a ball of yarn because he likes how soft it is and he can fidget with it when he needs to.

Jack T. - Almost the exact same stims as his little brother, but he masks a lot because he Had To when he was growing up. He's just glad that he was able to provide a space for Ace to be able to express himself the way he needed to.

Najma - She also stims in a fairly subtle way. She usually has a scarf on her that's a soft material that she rubs as a means of regulation, like some sort of silk, she likes the smooth texture. She has 10 hour versions of her favourite song, (whatever it may be) on her playlist. (Jamil does NOT understand this whatsoever, how Najma can stand to listen to something that long does not make sense to him sdlfhlkjsf) She also has a hand cream she carries with her everywhere because she likes the smell of it.

Neige - He has a lot of anxious bouts and PTSD that he can usually mask, but he's almost always rubbing his wrist gently, humming, singing or whistling. He kinda figures if he's always making a noise of some kind, nobody will pick up on what lies underneath. When he does have a full blown panic attack, he has breathing exercises he works through that work for him. He also journals a lot.

Extra

Vizzie - Rubs her wrist where her vambrace ends, tugs at her hair when she's borderline dissociative to help keep her in the present, and when she's really feeling. not great? She eats ice with salt on it. It's the burning sensation that helps her focus on Just That and nothing else. Once Cater introduces her to caffeine as a stimulant it does help with a lot of her ADHD-like tendencies, but listening to music with over the ear headphones helps too. When she doesn't want to. you know. punish herself with salted ice, she just has Ice but she has to let it sit until it's the Right Texture. And you might be like. Hey. This sounds like an amalgamation of A Lot of things from above. Guess what babyyyy most of those stims ^^^ are things I do too. And Vizzie is basically. An AU version of myself. Guess what I was doing that made me wanna write this post? slkdjfhslkjdf that's right doing a shitty job at self regulation but hey, writing it out made me Feel Better WOOOO yeah Later on in the Canon story she ends up being more comfortable showing happy stims. When she's listening to music, she often ends up doing the same thing as Cater with the rhythms of the guitar line being tapped out. (bc I gave him my stim wooo I'm taking it back for her lsdkjfhlksjdf)

Anyways. I'm surprised I finished this in one sitting. Must be the caffeine.

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[hs-transfusion]

> JOHN LALONDE

CHUMHANDLE: umbroseTheatrics [UT] STRIFE: magickind MODUS: Shuffle LUNAR SWAY: Derse MYTH. ROLE: Mage of Rage LAND: Land of Shrieks and Shadows

UT: better be careful! my next trick might make you disappear...

Though he may seem like a LOVEABLE GOOFBALL on the surface, John's MORAL COMPASS may not always point on the STRAIGHT AND NARROW. He can easily be swayed to act out if it would appeal to his SLIGHTLY DARK SENSE OF HUMOUR, which on a non-zero number of occasions has resulted in him FAKING HIS DEATH with PRACTICAL EFFECTS and all.

John has a potent fascination with all things HORROR, with a particular fondness for FILMS of the genre, no matter their quality or popularity. He is also an avid AMATEUR MAGICIAN, practicing with his magic kits whenever he has the chance. When nobody else is watching, he also has an interest in BLACK MAGIC RITUALS he finds online. Though none of them have borne fruit yet, he's banking on one of these being THE REAL DEAL.

John's SHUFFLE Fetch Modus randomises his sylladex every time a new item is captchalogued, with all cards ALWAYS FACE DOWN and only the topmost card being able to be retrieved. With his practice in SLEIGHT OF HAND, John has developed a knack for CHEATING THE DECK IN HIS FAVOUR somewhat.

John's relationship with his MOM is somewhat tenuous. He's fond of her, but despises his INABILITY TO SHOCK HER with his antics on the rare occasion she's even present to do so. Whether it's her CONSTANT INEBRIATION clouding her judgement or the fact that she's RAISED HIM ALL THESE YEARS, he can never seem to elicit the reaction he desires out of her.

The Land of SHRIEKS AND SHADOWS is a land stuck in a PERPETUAL MIDNIGHT, with sprawling cityscapes ILLUMINATED SOLELY BY WATCHTOWERS sprinkled throughout the CAVERNOUS ALLEYWAYS. The darkest paths are where the AMBIENT SCREAMS OF THE DAMNED echo the loudest, but they hide the true path to meet the denizen MENOETIUS. As the saying goes, THE DARKER IT GETS, THE MORE ONE SEES.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ace Trappola - Dorm Uniform Vignette

"Gotta snag all the opportunities life gives."

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Lounge]

Ace: I'll return the card Cater-senpai chose to the deck and cut it a few times.

Ace: Now, I'll guess the card from this fully shuffled deck. Hmm～

Ace: The card you picked was… The Five of Diamonds!

Cater: Ehh! Woah! How did you know!?

Ace: Hehe, I just used some mind-reading magic. …JK.

Ace: This is a trick that uses a technique called a "key card."

Ace: Guessing what the chosen card was is like the basics of all card tricks.

Ace: Anyone can do it once they learn the trick. Though I think they'd still need to have nimble fingers.

Cater: If that is so easy, does that mean you can do a bunch of other tricks, Ace-chan?

Ace: Yeah, guess so. Other than cards, I can do a bunch of table magic tricks using cups and coins, too.

Cater: Seriously? Then teach me one of the easier ones. I'd like something I could do to impress girls at a party～☆

Ace: Sure! …Is what I'd like to say, but I can't just be giving this knowledge away for free, y'know.

Cater: There it is～ You're always thinking ahead, Ace-chan.

Ace: Well, duh. Gotta snag all the opportunities life gives.

Ace: How about swapping hedgehog duty with me once?

Ace: If you're good with that, I'll teach you two different card tricks and a trick with cups down to the littlest flourish ♪

Riddle: You two, there. You seem to be enjoying yourselves, so I'm sure you've finished with your homework?

Riddle: If you are playing around without finishing everything, then it'll be off with your heads.

Ace: Oh hey, Housewarden! Perfect timing.

Ace: Pick a card from the deck, any card.

Riddle: Huh? What's with you so suddenly?

Ace: Hey now, c'mon. Just chill for 5 minutes.

Ace: We gotta be able to have some recreation time together if we wanna get to get along better as dormmates. Right?

Riddle: Fine, I suppose. …Here. I've selected a card.

Cater: Riddle-kun, can you show me what you picked? …The King of Hearts, huh.

Riddle: So? What is the purpose of this?

Ace: Now, I'm going to guess the card that you picked.

Riddle: Oh, I see. This must be for you to practice clairvoyance magic.

Cater: Mm～ I think you're a little off there.

Cater: It's just a trick. Apparently Ace-chan here's pretty good at it.

Riddle: A trick? Hm… This is the first time I've seen such a thing.

Ace: I've returned your card to the top of the deck. And now, I'll shuffle it reaaaaal good.

Ace: …Look here, Housewarden. Don't look away, keep your eyes on my hands.

Ace: And now, I'll hand the shuffled deck to you.

Riddle: Okay…?

Ace: I'll snap my fingers to call the card. Then…

Ace: The card you chose will jump into my jacket's inside pocket!

Ace: I'm counting on you to hold that deck tightly with both hands so your chard doesn't escape.

Riddle: …It does not seem like there's any magic cast on this deck of cards. How could the card possibly escape from within my grasp?

Ace: Now, now, you'll see. …Ready? 1, 2, 3!

Riddle: …Nothing seems to have happened.

Ace: Heheeh. You think, huh?

Ace: But when I check my inner pocket… Ta-da! A card has slipped out of the deck.

Riddle: !

Ace: And the card I have here is… The King of Hearts! This is the card you picked, right?

Riddle: Indeed. That's correct.

Cater: Amazing! That trick looks harder than the one you showed me earlier.

Riddle: You took that card from my hands with magic…? No, I'm sure that wasn't the case.

Ace: No waaay. I told ya, it's just a trick.

Riddle: How does it work? How did you know which card I selected in the first place? When did you move it to your pocket?

Cater: Ahaha! You got totally hooked, Riddle-kun～

Ace: I remember when my big brother taught this trick to me the first time, I reacted pretty much the same way.

Riddle: Oh, hm. So, you have an older brother?

Ace: Oh, maybe I haven't told you about him yet. Yeah, he actually graduated from Night Raven College, too.

Ace: In fact, he was in Heartslabyul, too.

Ace: There's not many fun things to do in the dorm, right?

Ace: That's why he'd kill time by playing cards and was able to build up his skills.

Cater: So you learned all your magic tricks from your brother?

Ace: I guess. Though, he didn't really teach me properly, or anything.

Ace: More like I learned by watching him do the tricks over and over again and imitating what he did.

Cater: I see. So you're the type to learn by copying.

Cater: You're pretty good at remembering stuff, too. And you're quick on your feet.

Ace: Guess so ♪ I can pretty much copy anything after seeing it a couple times.

Ace: But that's 'cause unlike someone else, who's more of a Dunce, I'm more like the Ace up your sleeve.

Riddle: Well then, I'd like to see your memorization skills on full display.

Riddle: Like when it comes to the Queen of Hearts' laws, or the chronology of Magical History.

Ace: Urgh. Those things and this stuff are completely different! I'm terrible at straight memorization!

Riddle: Next week, you freshmen have a quiz in Magical History, correct? I heard as much from Deuce.

Riddle: If you fail that quiz, there will be no seat for you at our Unbirthday Party next weekend.

Ace: Tch. I thought I waylaid him with the magic trick but somehow we got back to the topic of our studies…

Cater: You know you can never waylay Riddle-kun, Ace-chan.

Riddle: Ace, how should you respond?

Ace: Yes, sir, Housewarden!

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Hallway]

Ace: Dum-de-dum～♪Dum-dum-de-dum～♪

Deuce: Ace, you're humming like you're in a pretty good mood, huh.

Ace: Well, yeah～ That's cause today's an Unbirthday Party.

Ace: We get a greater feast than usual, and even if we don't finish our homework, we don't got the Big Bad Housewarden breathing down our necks…

Ace: So yeah, I feel like humming.

Heartslabyul Student A: Haha, true. Although, we end up being pretty busy with the prepping.

Ace: Us freshmen're in charge of setting up for the croquet tournament and painting the roses, right?

Deuce: Yeah. So we should feed the flamingos and hedgehogs and clean their pens first.

Ace: 'Kay, then I'll go take care of the hedgehogs.

Deuce: Then, I'll go look after the flamingos. Once we're done, let's meet up in the rose maze.

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Lounge]

Ace: Ooookay, let's bang out this hedgehog duty, shall we?

Ace: Here ya go, some grub!

Ace: Here ya go, some water!

Ace: And then just gotta clean up.

Ace: Aaaand, done.

Heartslabyul Student A: Awh, dere we go, widdle hedgie-hogs. You widdle guys bettew rwoll good at the cwoquet tourney today!

Hedgehog: Chit, chitter!

Ace: Yo, that's creepy. Don't baby talk the hedgehogs like that.

Heartslabyul Student A: Oops. I-It just came out… I speak like that with my cat back home, too.

Ace: The hedgehogs don't understand human speech anyway, so it's just a waste tryin' to talk to them, ain't it?

Ace: Plus, even when you do gotta talk with them, you gotta speak to them in their specific language, too.

Heartslabyul Student B: But the Housewarden's always talking to them in human speech.

Heartslabyul Student A: Yeah. Though he doesn't coo at them like babies…

Heartslabyul Student B: 'Sides, it always feels like the animals kinda understand anyway, even if they don't know what we're saying, as long as we give them lots of love and care.

Heartslabyul Student A: Yeah, yeah. Even the Housewarden's always saying that in croquet, it's important to have synergy with the hedgehogs and flamingos.

Heartslabyul Student A: He'd say, "We should all strive to take care of them on a regular basis so as to build a trust-filled relationship."

Heartslabyul Student B: I see the Housewarden taking care of the hedgehogs even when it's not his turn on duty, even.

Ace: What, that Big Bad Housewarden? Uh-huh.

Ace: It'd be great if he'd show that kindness to his dormmates a little sometimes.

Heartslabyul Students: Ahaha…

Ace: 'Kay, you guys done cleaning yet? We gotta paint the roses next, right?

Heartslabyul Student A: Yeah. I'll go throw away all the trash we gathered from the animal pens, so you guys go on ahead.

Heartslabyul Student B: I'll help you with the trash. Ace, can you lock the hedgehog cage?

Ace: Okaaay ♪

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Rose Maze]

Ace: (Alrighty, then. Time to snap to painting the roses…)

Ace: (I'm sure the Housewarden won't even check the other side of the trees. I should only need to paint the sides we can see.)

Riddle: You there!!

Deuce/Ace: Yes, sir, Housewarden!!

Riddle: Have you seen the hedgehogs here anywhere?

Deuce: I haven't seen then, but… What happened?

Riddle: You see, every single one has disappeared from their cage.

Ace: Eh!?

Riddle: It may be that whoever was on duty forgot to lock the cage. I'll make sure to find the culprit and it'll be off with their head!!

Ace: (No way, you serious!? But I'm the one who locked the cage…)

Ace: H-Hey, Housewarden! Shouldn't finding the hedgehogs be the priority right now?

Riddle: O-Oh… Yes, you're right.

Riddle: Hedgehogs are extremely cautious. If they dig a hole to hide, it may be of the utmost difficulty to find them.

Riddle: …If we can't find them… What should we do…?

Deuce: I-It'll be alright. I'm sure we'll find them… No, we'll definitely find them!

Ace: It hasn't been long since they disappeared, right?

Deuce: I'll go search the croquet fields!

Ace: I'll go check behind the dorms.

Riddle: I'm counting on you.

[Heartslabyul Dorm]

Ace: Oh man… Is this all my fault? No way, I definitely locked the cages… Didn't I?

Ace: …...............

Ace: It's no use! I wasn't really paying attention, so I can't remember at all～

Ace: If the Housewarden decides to hunt down the culprit, he'll figure out that I was in charge of locking up the hedgehog cage today. That would mean…

Riddle: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!

Ace: [shivers]

Ace: Whatever happens, I gotta find those hedgehogs before the Housewarden does!

[Heartslabyul Dorm]

Ace: Whatever happens, I gotta find those hedgehogs before the Housewarden does!

Ace: …But now that I think about it where would hedgehogs hide, anyway?

Ace: I'll look it up on my phone first… Hmm, what's this?

Ace: Hedgehogs are in the mole family… They tend to live in tunnel-like burrows… Gah!

Ace: This must've been what the Housewarden said when he said they'll dig holes to hide!

Ace: They're timid creatures… Which means they might have run away where there's no people. I'll go check out the woods area.

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Woods]

Ace: Heeeey… Oh, maybe I shouldn't shout more, they might get even more wary.

Ace: I know with my friend's dog, all we had to do was shake a bowl full of its food…

Ace: Well, I did bring some of their feed, so. Guess I'll try pouring some out in their dish and shake it.

[pours feed and shakes it]

[rustle, rustle]

Ace: Ah!

Hedgehog: Chit, chitter!

Ace: Yay! They really came out. I must be a genius.

Ace: Now I gotta catch 'em quick… Ah!

Hedgehog: Chitter! Chit, chit, chitter!

Ace: Hey! Don't run away from me!

Ace: Ack… They ran into a hole in the ground! This little rabbit burrow's so small I can barely get an arm in…

Ace: Maybe I'll try to poke the hole gently with a stick.

Hedgehog: Chiiiiiit! Chit, chit!

Ace: Yikes, now they're super pissed. And now they've gone even deeper!

Ace: C'mon, help me out here～ If you guys don't come home with me, my neck is done for… Plus…

Riddle: …If we can't find them… What should we do…?

Ace: The Housewarden was really worried. He really likes you guys, you know?

Ace: Pleeease, come on back…

Ace: (Not like these guys understand human speech. There's no point in even saying these things…)

[rustle, rustle]

Rook: LOOKS LIKE YOU ARE IN QUITE THE BIND, MONSIEUR!!

Ace: AAAAAAAAAAAAH!?

Ace: That scared me～! Don't just jump out of nowhere! And who are you, anyway!?

Ace: Why's a non-Heartslabyul student here!?

Rook: Hahaha, my apologies for startling you.

Rook: Truthfully, I've been following you since the moment you entered the forest. Perhaps I hid myself too well?

Rook: I am the Pomefiore Vice Housewarden, Rook Hunt.

Rook: There is a reason I came to Heartslabyul, however that circumstance has already ended.

Rook: I thought I could take the time to observe wild creatures and was merely taking a walk.

Ace: U-Uh huh…

Rook: That's when I came across you there on the ground looking so dismayed, crying out "Quel dommage!"

Ace: So you saw that… That's embarrassing.

Ace: Then I guess I don't gotta tell you what's going on. I'm pretty busy, so can you just go somewhere else?

Rook: Is that so? And here I thought I could be of use to help you capture those animals.

Ace: Eh!? You got a good idea or something?

Rook: Why not try to persuade them to come out by using animal linguistics? You should be able to use mole-speak with hedgehogs.

Ace: There's no way I know how to speak a minor dialect like mole-speak!

Ace: That's something that doesn't even come up until like, college level animal linguistics courses, let alone high school.

Rook: I have a bit of knowledge in mole-speak. I'll teach it to you, so you can use it to persuade them.

Ace: If you can speak it, you could speak to the hedgehogs directly.

Rook: Non, non, Monsieur Heart. They are very sensitive creatures.

Rook: Even if I were to speak to them, they won't come out of the hole to an unknown.

Ace: (The party starts at 3PM. It's already past 2PM… Ugh, man…)

Ace: …Fine. I'll do it, I'll do it!

Ace: I'll master that mole-speak in one go, let's go.

Rook: That's the spirit! Now, listen to my pronunciation and move your mouth like mine…

Rook: 《Don't be scared, I won't do anything bad.》

Ace: (…He's not moving his lips at all. He's only using his teeth and tongue as if he's clicking his tongue)

Ace: Okay, I got it. 《Don't be scared, I won't do anything bad.》

Ace: How was that? Did I get it?

Rook: Marvelous! That was a wonderful pronunciation. Amazing how you got it in one try.

Ace: I feel like I might forget it, so hurry and teach me the next thing!

Rook: Oui, then the next phrase is…

Ace: 《Come on out. Everyone's worried about you guys.》

Hedgehogs: …Chitter… Chit chitter.

[rustle, rustle]

Ace: I-I did it! The hedgehogs came out of the hole!

Rook: Ooh, fantastique!

Rook: Monsieur Heart, your feelings truly got through to those little hedgehogs!

Ace: 1, 2, 3… Good, they're all here.

Ace: Wheeeeew… Now it won't be off with my head…

Ace: Uhh, you said your name was Rook-senpai… right? Thanks a lot for helping me out!

Ace: I gotta get these guys back to my Housewarden! Bye!

Rook: Of course. It does seem like the Roi des Roses has wonderful little soldiers.

[Heartslabyul Dorm]

Riddle: It's been two hours since the hedgehogs ran away… How could not one of them be found yet?

Ace: Housewarden～～! Hey, Housewarden～～!

Riddle: Ah…!

Ace: I found the hedgehogs! I found them all!

Riddle: That's wonderful…! Oh, you little ones, are any of you hurt!?

Ace: They're all fine. Hey now, ouch. Don't get on my head!

Riddle: Hehe, it seems like they've taken a liking to you.

Riddle: I'm glad they were all found… Thank you, Ace.

Ace: …Whew. Wish you were always grinning like this, instead of bein' all angry all the time.

Riddle: Hm? Did you just say something?

Ace: Oh, I was just saying… This was easy enough to do for ya, Housewarden!

Ace: 'Cause you know I'm the Ace up your sleeve!

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