#tr*y clover

[ibee00725]

POV: cater’s magicam

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Riddle is sadly the only one who laughs at your jokes...

Epel joins the doorshop team!

And Floyd will remember to teach Riddle what actual jokes sound like. Not just Trey's puns.

Epel is a runaway and this is gud.

Music for the BG:

We got Epel :3

Also these 3 will be a wierd combo to work together, but just let's see how this will go down.

Trey will also suffer so I'm here for it :D

Until next time! Bye bye!

[s0ggycerea1]

Is it weird that I find Trey punchable???

Absolutely not

I find him punchable as well

Maybe it's the hat or maybe it's because of his green hair.

We can punch Trey together <3

I wanna knock the glasses off his face

Or shave his eyebrows...

[heartsleybyul]

⌕ UNREQUITED

› featuring. tr*y cl*ver / @trappolaces

› warnings. trey clover , floyd leech , this is just for jokes

› summary. Ace had confessed to Kimi, sadly this wasn't the answer he was expecting.

￫ notes. i hope you like this kimi ❤️❤️ also i got this idea from here anon u r so smart

"Kimiko, I love you!" A confession. Ace had confessed to kimiko with a bunch of gifts and flowers, she was hteartend by the gesture. She wanted to return his confession but she just couldnt.

Why? Because she already has a lover. A secret one infact. Trey Clover, when she first saw him, she fell head over heels. He was gorjus but there was no way she was gonna be able to talk to Trey. Well that changed over the months.

The two had very much in common, and slowly they fell in love and developed a relationship.

Except, this one was a secret. They had too, what would the school find out if they knew the Kimiko were dating trey? Since she was notoriously know for slandering him.

But they loved each other and nothing could change that except today, Ace's confession.

She wanted to accept since hes been such a good friend, helping her, etc. But she just cant.

",I-im sorry, i can't accept" kimiko looked down to ashamed to see his disappointed face.

"Oh, really? Kay' then." He was trying to act cool but she knew deep down she hurt him. Badly.

It felt wrong just leaving Ace like this so she told him her relationship with trey.

Oh. So thats why.

"Ah, okay." He said with a non-chalant expressiob while running away immediately before she could even call out to him.

Shit.

It felt like her bond with her most special friend broke. It hurt badly. Tears which were welled up in her eyes were stopped from falling when she heard a familiar voice.

"Kimi?" Trey, who was looking around for her. She quickly wiped her tears and met up with Trey. "Is there anything wrong, my love?" He held her cheek, it was obvious she had been crying.

Kimi, who pulled him in a hug immediately told him all about Ace's confession. Trey pulled her in tighter and comforting her.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

A few days passed after Ace's confession. He had been locked in his room most of the time that even Riddle is getting worried about his wellbeing. Even refusing Deuce to visit him

Once Kimiko heard this from Trey, her heart just shattered. There was no way their PLATONIC relationship could ever be mended again.

It pained her, that she just broke her best friends feelings. She wanted to talk with Ace but he was guarded by his own feelings, he didn't want to be reminded of Kimi's face.

All of their pictures together scattered around his room, while he was wallowing.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

A few weeks had passed in Heartslabyul, and Riddle finally convinced Ace to leave his room. When Deuce and Riddle saw him, it was like he was a whole new person.

This wasn't the cocky, grinning, teasing Ace anymore. He dreaded seeing Kimi or Trey's face. He couldn't help his self-pity.

During the time being, he wasnt active anymore in studies or clubs. Even Floyd was wondering what happend to him.

And all he could do was watch from the sidelines. Watching her and Trey grow together. Not with him.

After all of these, he finally saw Kimiko again. She were laughing and blushing with Trey, something he could never experience with her.

[tulipluvlettr]

I'm sorry to bother you. :'(

WAIT NO I DIDNT MEAN IT SORRY :( i saw ur name and immediately thought of tr*y 💔💔💔💔

[sinfullyrosey]

Cream-Filled Buns

Trey Clover X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Groping, Spanking, Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, (Almost) Caught in the Act, Orgasm Denial, Creampie, Dom!Trey

TWST Fandom: Ew, Tr*y smut? Disgusting. Give us dragon boi or the eel twins.

Me: Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man, pound reader’s cake as fast as you can. Pat it and prick it and fill it with cum. Spank it real hard and redden those buns.~

The fresh smell of baked goods wafted in the air of the Heartslabyul kitchen, a certain green-haired vice dorm head once again preparing for the latest Unbirthday Party.

Plates of desserts of all kinds deliciously graced the counters as Trey worked to finish up the remaining batch before the party was to start. This celebration was especially special, calling for the treats to be fresh and still warm when they decorate the table.

It was a time indicative task, but nothing the baker couldn’t handle. As long as there are no distractions and grubby, little hands to try and sneak a taste, he should be done soon.

“Oh, Trey~!”

Well, so much for no distractions.

Trey’s eyes followed the sound as your skipping self came into frame. A big smile was on your face as you made your way over to the island counter he was working at, hands clasped behind your back in faux innocence.

He returned your greetings, refilling the icing dispenser as your gaze scanned across the table at the rows of delectable delights. Your tongue poked out at the corner as mischievous thoughts ran through your head.

“And what do I owe the pleasure, oh Prefect of Ramshackle?” He inquired.

Matching his cheeky tone, you quickly snuck some icing from one of the cupcakes and popped your finger in your mouth before Trey could notice.

“Well, Vice Dorm Head of Heartslabyul, I just came by to visit my favorite person on campus.”

He gave you an unconvinced look, returning back to his cupcake decorating. Trey knew the real reason you were here. It’s the same reason for all your visits, to sneak a taste or two when you think he’s not looking.

“No, really Trey, honest! I also came by to show you my outfit before anyone else could get a peak. Look!”

You gave a little twirl. The helm of your skirt fanning out like the petals of the garden’s roses. Trey looked up from his work to softly smile at your antics.

The blouse, skirt, and vest combo was designed after the Heartslabyul dorm, featuring a black and white checkered pattern with bright reds.

“Custom made and comfy! Think Riddle will approve?”

Trey was putting the finishing touches on some of the treats while he gave you a once over. He settled with a curt nod before turning his attention back to his work.

“You’ll just have to show and ask him yourself.”

You huffed at his lack of enthusiasm, but quickly perked up as another opportunity to sneak yourself a sweet treat presented itself once more.

You quickly glanced at him to make sure the coast was clear before swiping another dollop of the sugary sweet frosting. The strawberry buttercream melted on your tongue and coated your tastebuds in the divine flavor.

The soft call of your name brought you out of your daydreaming and you brought your attention back to the man standing in front of you. He was looking at you with that welcoming smile that always got your cheeks flushed a bright pink.

“Would you like to come over and assist me in decorating?”

You blinked at the request, still processing what he had just said. He chuckled at your dumbfounded, yet cute expression, and gestured for you to walk around over to his side.

You could only obey, not wanting to further embarrass yourself over something so trivial. You stood beside him, waiting for him to instruct you on what to do, knowing full well how precise and specific the Heartslabyul Dorm’s standards on desserts were.

“So, what do you want me to do exact-“

Trey interrupted your question by placing his hands on your waist and gently guiding your body to where you were now, standing right in front of him, back facing him and front facing the counter. He was right behind you, body almost pressed flush against yours.

“Um, Trey?” You squeaked.

Next, he gently took your hands into his, making you flush even more, as he had you properly hold the frosting dispenser in your grasp. His grasp never let go of yours as he began to slowly guide your movements. Your face flushed at the intimacy of it, how close he was to you, and how his arms were wrapped around you, preventing you from leaving.

“Just going to finish up the last few of these together, okay? Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

You nodded and allowed him to guide your movements from cupcake to cupcake. You watched as each swirly, little dollop was smoothly applied to each caketop, your shared actions growing into an easy rhythm. Trey was right, it wasn’t all that too difficult, with his help that is. You would even say it was a little fun! You were smiling proudly at your accomplishment when the silence was broken by a sudden shift in tone that had your spine tingling with sudden nerves.

“You think you’re quite the sneaky one, don’t you Prefect?”

You sharply inhale at his accusation but refused to let him on to anything. You kept your gaze strictly on the cupcakes and icing and pretended like you had no idea what he was referring to. But Trey wasn’t swayed and continued.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed those devious, little fingers of yours stealing a taste or two when you think I’m not looking.”

Shit. He knew.

He let out a faux sigh of disappointment and guided you to the ruined cupcakes you snatched earlier and started to add more icing to them once more. You gulped and simply followed along, not wanting to get into any more trouble than you probably already were.

“All my hard work, ruined, because one naughty student couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.”

“But-but I’m making it up by helping you finish them now… right?”

He chuckled and you perked up hopefully. This isn’t the first time you two have exchanged teasing banter before; you’re always messing around with Trey and he always inevitably sends you off with a playful warning.

“Hm, true…”

He removes his hands from yours and puts the icing dispenser aside. He then gently places his hands on your hips, making you jump at the unexpected contact. Your face started to heat up when you suddenly started to feel the sensation of something slowly grinding itself against your backside.

“… but we’re not finished just yet. There’s just two more buns that need filling.”

“Huh?”

“There’s a pair of nice, round buns right here.~”

You squeaked as both of your buttcheeks were grabbed by the baker. Your face reddened, eyes wide, and body straightened.

“T-trey?! What are you-“

“You said you were making it up to me, yes? Well, just help me finish this last dessert and you can head to the Unbirthday Party, punishment-free.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in thought. You did say that, and you were being naughty earlier, not to mention that he was giving you an out right now, but… You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t something you’ve wanted for a while now. It was no secret that you liked Trey (along with like half of the Heartslabyul Dorm) and would love to have your hole stuffed with him. But in the kitchen, out in the open? Could you really risk doing so where anyone could walk right in and see what you two were doing?

You gulped and let out an embarrassed huff.

“O-okay, I’ll help. So, what do I do?”

He smiled and hummed, thumb aimlessly rubbing circles against your still clothed bottom.

“First, we need to knead it just a bit; get it nice and ready.”

He used one hand to lift up and push aside your skirt, exposing your panties to him. Next, skilled hands began to meticulously grope and massage the flesh of your ass, squeezing and pinching. Your hand flew up to your mouth to stifle the noises that wanted so desperately to spill out. You unconsciously spread your legs to allow better access for him.

Fingers pressed into the supple fat and spread your asscheeks apart, before letting go and letting them jiggle back into place. His hands would start at the lower back thighs and slowly make their way up, still occasionally squeezing along the way. His thumbs grazed along your slit, sending a sudden jolt of pleasure and making you jump. You whined when he pulled your panties up to expose more skin and caused the cotton cloth to press tightly against your neglected pussy.

“Now we need to get them hot and ready.”

A loud slap resonated in the quiet kitchen, followed by your pitched yelp. Your cheek jiggled and stung from the sudden assault from the male’s hand. He chuckled at your reaction and slapped the other cheek, causing another yelp from you. Soon after, an array of spanks followed suite. You had to steady yourself against the counter, one hand gripping the table’s edge and the other pressed against your mouth to muffle your startled sounds.

“A-ah, Trey..!” You whined.

Your poor bottom was reddening with each slap to your exposed flesh, jiggling with every harsh swat he delivered. Before long, your ass was a bright red and stung. Your whole body felt hot by this point, especially your rear, which felt like it just got out of the oven and was now cooling in the kitchen air.

“Ah, I can feel that they’re nice and hot.” He grinned, massaging the plump, round mounds.

His hands dipped to your groin, pressing the pads of his fingers against your slit, rubbing along the folds and grazing your puffy clit. You were soaking through your panties, sticky essence staining the undergarment and oozing out of your needy cunt.

“I think they’re about ready to be stuffed with my cream. Don’t you think so, Prefect?”

You let out an impatient groan, rubbing your thighs together in desperation.

“Trey, p-please…” You whined. “Just stick it in already!”

Sly, golden eyes watched as you shuddered and rocked your hips against his in a measly attempt to relieve some of the growing pressure in your lower regions. He chuckled at you one last time before gently pulling your panties down past your knees and finally getting to the main course.

“Alright, alright, so impatient.~”

Rustling was heard as the older student unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardened member. He gave it a few more strokes, just to be sure if was perky and ready, just for you. You then sharply inhaled at the presence of the head of his cock pressing against your plush lips, prodding at the entrance before slowly sliding the tip in.

Trey placed his hands back along your hips, rubbing encouraging circles against them as you adjusted to his girth. You had to place your hands back on the table to steady yourself when he suddenly thrusted into you. His size stretched your tight walls, slowly making its way deeper into your pussy as he gave light thrusts. You couldn’t help but let out a satisfied moan when you felt him fully sheathed into you, reaching every slick-covered nook and crevice.

It felt, so, good.

So full.

Like you were completely stuffed to the brim with his cock.

Once he felt that your body had completely relaxed, melting into that of jelly, walls fluttering for more and mouth in a goofy grin, he finally started to pound into you for real. And Great Sevens above, it felt amazing.

With every thrust, you could feel your walls squeeze him and pull him back inside. Slick building up and leaking onto your length and past your entrance, making a slight mess of both of you and the tiles. His tip kept hammering into that special spot inside you, sending wave after wave of hot, searing pleasure shooting straight to your core like electricity. Your eyes rolled back as you lost yourself to the pleasure you’ve craved for so long now.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of skin slapping and your quiet, drawn-out moans. Your mind had grown hazy from the overwhelming sensation, toes now curling as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten and build, approaching that oh-so wanted burst of ecstasy. Lust-filled eyes began to droop and close once you felt that very coil just about to snap and unravel everything. You sighed and worked to meet his thrusts, pushing backwards when he pushed forward, all in order to tip yourself over the edge.

“Trey, how are the pastries coming along? The Unbirthday Party is due to start soon.”

Eyes snapped open as you looked at the entrance to the kitchen to find the dormleader himself come striding in. He made eye contact with Trey before promptly noticing you, an eyebrow raised and frown present on his face. The redhead crossed his arms and approached the two of you, a look of query clear on his face.

“Oh, I was unaware that the Ramshackle Prefect had arrived. What are you doing in the kitchen? You should be seated at the table!”

You were sweating nervously as Riddle stood on the other side of the table, right in front of you and Trey. The table was fairly high, obscuring some of the absolute debauchery taking place in the Hearstlabyul’s very kitchen, but was it enough to hide everything?

“Sorry Riddle, she was helping me finish off the last batch and would head off to join Ace and Deuce as soon as they were finished. They’re about ready.”

You were appreciative of Trey’s ability to be so confidently coolheaded in situations like this, allowing you to relax, knowing that he had everything under control. Even when you were mentally panicking. Riddle seemed accepting of the explanation, turning his attention briefly to the decorated desserts, seemingly searching for a particular one among the bunch, presumingly his beloved tart.

“Hm, alright then… but hurry up, I won’t tolerate lateness from either my guest or my vice housewarden!”

You could breathe a mental sigh of relief, knowing you actually got away with it and that Trey was able to steer the dormhead away before any mental scaring could occur. Maybe now you could get back to business before the sudden, abrupt interruption ripped your orgasm away and finally cum.

“Oh, before you head off, what do you think of the Prefect’s lovely, new attire? She wore it especially for the Unbirthday Party.~”

Scratch that.

He’s an asshole, just like the rest of the shitheads at this school.

Your body stiffened when you felt Riddle’s attention back on you, eyes squinted at your outfit. He tilted his head, muttering how he couldn’t exactly see it behind the table. You began to panic again, knowing you couldn’t just move away from Trey, risking the unmistakable sound of his dick slinking its way out of your wet pussy with a loud “pop!”

Seriously, what the hell did he expect you to do in this situation?!

“U-um, well, actually… I wanted it to be a surprise for when we all sat at the table, b-but I guess I can give you a little peak…”

With a nervous gulp, you step back, forcing the taller male to step back with you, so as to not obscure your skirt from Riddle’s view. It was then that you realized that your long skirt served as a curtain towards your filthy acts, falling in such a way that nobody standing in front could see Trey’s dick deep in you. You grabbed at the sides and raised them up in a mock curtsey, trying to cover as much as possible. You smiled as best you could and whispered a shy, “Well?”

Now it was Riddle’s turn to be embarrassed as he coughed into his hand, looking away with a soft blush on his cheeks. It wasn’t common for you to wear such attire on campus, so once he got a proper look at you, he became a bit flustered. After all, you were the only girl attending NRC, currently.

“It’s, it’s lovely… A-anyways, I’ll leave you two to it then! Don’t be late!”

Finally, the dorm leader left, leaving you alone with Trey once more. You physically sighed this time, relaxing back against Trey, who only laughed at your suffering. The prick.

“Well, that just ruined my orgasm, so~o, lets get on with this-“

The green-haired baker hummed, hands resting on your hips once more, this time rougher than last time. You looked up at him questioning his interruption. He leaned down so that his mouth was right next to your ear. His warm breath sending a chill down your spine and causing your walls to tighten around him once more. That when you noticed that his dick twitch inside of you, still rock hard and penetrating you nice and deep.

“It didn’t ruin mine.~”

And with that, he continued where he left off, rougher and faster, balls slapping against your ass with every brutal thrust. Your eyes widened and a loud gasp escaped past your wide, open lips. You could barely steady yourself as he abused your poor hole, not once stopping and only chasing his high. The coil built itself up once again, but wouldn’t reach to fruition as Trey, with two or three final, deep thrusts where he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, reached his own orgasm… without you.

He let out a deep grunt as his thick, hot cream shot out and began filling you up to the brim. A few droplets slipped past and dripped onto the tile and parts of your inner thighs. You shuddered at the feeling of his cum filling you completely, sticking to your walls.

You were left panting against the table’s edge, legs wobbly, while he slipped himself out of you, spilling more creamy cum and making a very lewd squelching sound. Your clit was throbbing from neglect, insides fluttering over the rough treatment. Your body was still clenching, both from the lack of release and to keep the mess inside you and off of the already dirty floor.

You blinked away the bleariness and felt him lift your panties back up and secured onto you properly. You gave him a questioning look, but he only sweetly smiled at you.

“Wait… what about my orgasm..?”

“Consider this the punishment for sticking your fingers where they don’t belong.”

Your dazed eyes widened up at him, a pout forming on your face as the realization that you weren’t going to be getting any proper satisfaction any time soon, slowly hit. A few tears of frustration formed in your eyes and you clenched your fists.

“But Trey, that’s not fai-mph!”

A sugary sweet cookie was shoved into your mouth, silencing you. Trey smiled down at your pleading look and chuckled. He adjusted your skirt and vest, smoothing out the wrinkles and making you look presentable again.

“You’ve already doddled enough and the others are expecting you, so it’s best you get to the table. Now, run along, dear.~”

And with that, he kissed you on the head and gestured you out of the kitchen so that he could begin bringing the pastries out to the table.

You whined in protest but could only obey and shuffle your way towards the table, where the others were indeed waiting. The slick sensation of the baker’s creamy release still sloshing along in your walls and dripping past your swollen, needy lips, thankfully hidden underneath your skirt. You took a seat, cringing at the quiet squelching sound between your legs, and huffed in frustration as you nibbled at the cookie, ignoring the concerned glances from your friends.

This tea party better end soon so you could relieve this torturous aching between your legs!

And get yourself cleaned up too…

[maehemthemisfit]

MUTUALS

This is a LOT and probably half of it doesn't make any sense and looks like gibberish but yk what thats fine. Sorry I couldn't fit everyone!

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[honey-milk-depresso]

Tr*y Clover Dupeeee

sauce: I love you, Miki!

EXCUSE ME? EXCUSE ME????

IS THAT A LONG HAIR PIECE FROM HIM- I SWEAR IF T*EY HAD THAT, I FUCKING SWEAR HIS HABIT OF TWIRLING THAT HAIR PIECE IS FUCKING TOP PRIORITY ON HIS LIST AND THEN HE LIKES IT WHEN YOU TWIRL, BRAID AND PLAY WITH IT AND RUN YOUR FINGERS IN IT PLUS ON TOP OF HIS HEAD

THIS ASSHOLEHFKSJSJFJG-

WHAT IS HE TRYING TO DO??? TURN ME INTO A CAT AND HIS HAIR PIECE IS MY CAT TOY WHERE I JUST TWIRL IT AND COMB IT AND THWACK IT LIKE A CAT ON ITS BACK PAWING IT NO FUCK THAT-

*plays with it like a mesmerised cat*

[oseathepebble]

Least favorite twst character?

Tr*y Clover 💀💀

I don't hate him. But I like him the least out of all the twst characters. He kinda just rubs me the wrong way. Like his dialogue is a little iffy to me. He's really playing Riddle and Cater's feelings like it's chess. Saying him and Riddle are tighter to Cater was the point where my opinion on Tr*y started going downhill

Also slandering him is so much. It's favorite activity 😊😊

I want him and his redditor fedora obliterated

[the-character-lounge]

The Lunar Lillies and a Lovely Picnic

Randy chuckled, and started up the stairs first. “I- I don’t know what happened! U- Usually it’s j- jumping with ponies…” When the reached the top he very slowly open the door. “Y- You know.. maybe it’s nicer th- this way. J- Just having the whole building to ourselves.” The door opened, and revealed a spacious, circular room. The roof above was open, and moonlight came in, showering the room in a soft, bluish white glow. Randy stepped in first, his hoof crunching on earthy green clovers and vines. “Th- This place u- used to be b- both a b- botanical research l- laboratory and an o- observatory. They were tr- trying to see if they could m- make plants that could gr- grow only by the light of the moon.” Clovers covered the floor, and vines stretched out over the walls, and wrapped around the old, rusted telescope in the center of the room. Hanging from the vines was the bud of some strange flower, which seemed to have a soft, white glow in the moon light. “Pr- Pretty neat huh?”

"Bota-what? That stuff they use for wrinkles?" he blinked, feeling dumb and quickly distracting his attention to the observatory. He seemed conflicted, the place was dirty but it looked stunning. He decided to distract from this thought as well, looking at the flowers. "Can you eat them....?"

“What th- the Lunar Lilies? Well.. i- if you want to get indigestion.” Randy chuckled and led him around the room. “I- It’s kind of tragic really… th- they worked for almost th- thirty years to h- harvest the right breed of pl- plants. Wh- When they finally figured o- out the genetics, their funding was c- cut. The b- building was ab- abandoned shortly a- after.. and these beautiful plants were l- left here all alone.” He grinned and walked up to one of the flowers hanging from a vine on the telescope. “W- Watch this,” he said, and gently waved his hoof over it. The petals immediately changed from white to a swirling, glowing yellow.

He frowned and scoot away from the flowers at Randy's remark, then watched him as he explained the flowers. "What the hell was the point of making flowers you can't eat grow in the daaaahhh----" His jaw was stuck open as he watched the flower light up. He was left speechless and staring, very slowly approaching to get a closer look.

“B- Beautiful aren’t they? Th- They’re kind of like mood rings, a- and they change based on how you feel.” Randy waved his hoof again in front of the flower, this time bursts of red and pink seemingly exploding and expanding across the petals. Randy blushed and chuckled, feeling slightly embarrassed even though he knew Spinel had no idea what those colors meant. “H- Here! Y- You try!” he said, stepping back a bit.

He jumped slightly at the color change, but stepped closer and observed one of the flowers close up. He looked up at Randy a moment, then huffed at the flower with his nose, wondering if that would work. Mostly, he was curious and in a creative mood.

When Spinel huffed on the flower, the petals swirled a dark orangish color, and at the tips of each petal a small rotating star of yellow appeared. “H- Huh… I- I haven’t seen that before,” Randy said, looking over Spinel’s shoulder at the flower.

 Spinel's ears perked and he grinned wide at Randy. "That's because I'm one of a kind, darling." He started walking around and poking at different flowers, waving his hoof around to cause as many to light up as he could, beaming with pride.

Randy stared curiously at the flowers. He knew the simple colors and the corresponding emotions... But he never saw flowers have two or even three colors at a time. He followed Spinel closely, each flower a vibrant display of swirling, varying colors. He shrugged, not thinking to much of it at the moment. He had other plans. He jumped around to the other side of the telescope, and waited for Spinel to come round the circle. Beneath the giant lens pointed towards the sky, there were a couple of downy blankets, and a small picnic arrangement set up on a thick patch of clover. He sat down, and began to unload the basket, humming to himself and acting as casual as possible.

Spinel had his eyes locked on all the colors, purposefully thinking of all sorts of things to see what it could produce. He stopped when he heard humming, and looked up to see the surprise picnic. "... Raaaandy....?" He slowly approached, staring at the contents that were being unloaded with suspicion growing every second.

Randy looked up at Spinel and patted the blanket for him to sit down. "Hehe, well you've pr- probably figured it out b- by now." Randy said, removing two glasses and a bottle of dark red wine. A loaf of bread, some expensive cheeses, and a few pieces of fresh fruit later, there was a small feast laid out on the blanket stretched out over the clover. "H- Hope you like red wine.. A- And don't worry, I- I don't plan on getting drunk and ruining tonight." He chuckled and patted a space next to him.

 "As long as it's sweet..." he commented in an awed voice, the only thing he could think of saying right now. He slowly sat down and looked over the foods, then levitated the wine to uncork it with magic and give it a curious whiff. He paused and stared at Randy, "How did you.... Set this up?"

Randy chuckled, and scooted a bit closer to Spinel, taking one of the blankets and wrapping it around his shoulders. "I- I know the o-owner of this pl- place. H- He used to b- be good friends with a f- former client of mine." Randy snuggled up close to him, and picked a grape. "Asked him if I could sh- show a friend a g- good time, a- and he didn't seem to have a- any objections." He popped the grape into his mouth and chuckled. "Especially b- because I gave him tr- triple what he's usually a- ask for." He sighed and gently nuzzled Spinel's shoulder. "B- But it was definitely w- worth it."

"Now you sound a bit like me." he snickered, nuzzling back and eyeing the grapes. He got a thought, ears perking, and pointed at the grapes with his mouth open with an "Ah." sound. He always saw those paintings and things of royalty being fed grapes and couldn't help but feel giddy over the idea of it.

Randy took a grape, and playfully bounced it off his nose. "Oops, I missed," he said with a sneaky grin, chuckling as he picked another grape and popped it into his own mouth.

Spinel wrinkled his nose and frowned, shoving Randy slightly. "Come on nooow, like I'm an Applewood star...! Pleeeeeease?" He scoot down a bit so his head was on Randy's shoulders and he was looking up at him. This time, he opened his mouth with a more provocative gaze, tongue hanging out just slightly. "Aaaahhh~"

 “Can’t your majesty get his own grape?” Randy asked, playfully booping his nose. But when he saw that look in his eye, and the tongue, he flushed a bit and gave in. “O- Oh alright,” he said, and picked a grape, and very gingerly placed it on his out stretched tongue. “Th- There you are your royal highness,” he chuckled, and broke a piece of bread off for him to nibble on.

He made a slight whine noise at first when he was seemingly being denied, but then looked incredibly pleased at being given the grape. He took it in to his mouth slowly and rubbed it between his teeth a little before sucking it in to his mouth and chewing, back hooves scraping together a little. He used his magic to pour the wine, keeping himself nice and comfortable on Randy's shoulder.

[spadecentral]

he looks like he has clammy hands all the time. and listens to ed sheeran

EW ITS TR*Y CLOVER EW EW EW

[ibee00725]

Clubwear Trey 🍀

Idc if its 3 in the morning, I’m posting it

[vidente-tarotista-gratis]

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[starry-night-rose]

Brey blover

(I remember when you used to be the CEO of hating tr*y clover. It was a whole thing. Arey alover, crey clover, drey drover)

Brey Blover?...........I haven’t heard that name in years....

The good ol’ days....I miss them

Brey Blover my beloathed....

You know what anon? I will bring it back! Tr*y Clover is no more! It’s always been and always will be Brey Blover

[hmerus]

Is it normal for me to stalk the Tr*y Clover tag 75% because of the slander and the remaining percent bc I simp for him?

Honestly yeah tbh

[awhilesince]

Tuesday, 28 August 1827 (travel journals)

5

11 1/2

Breakfast at 6 – off from Geneva at 7 20/60 –

at 7 50/60 Chesne, very good village Geneva to Bonneville 6 lieues)

at 8 20/60 little village of Annemasse, 1st village in Savoy, Bonneville to Sallenche 6) and shew our passports –

at 8 50/60 (having passed the village of Vetra at unawares – it must be very inconsiderable) handsome 2 arched stone bridge (1 arch very large the other very small, over the nearly dry torrent Ménoge –

at 9 1/4 picturesque, scattered village of Nangy – the rocks (southwest) over Geneva, remind me of the Elwsig (Lusig) rocks over Langollen – fine open valley all along – roomy for the air to circulate – Mrs and Miss B– [Barlow] complained of the cold – I merely felt the air delightfully bracing – the hills about Geneva to as far as Nangy, remind me of H–x [Halifax] – Everywhere the valley and hills sufficiently wooded –

at 10 picturesque little village of Contamine – the Arve (not much water now – the very broad bed almost all dry) winding beautifully all the well wooded fertile valley – good deal of corn in the valley, and on the hills – good deal of flax drying – young buck wheat – clover – mowing it 2nd time – orchards – good land – hedges generally on each side the road – oaks and willows – a little Indian corn – very few vines since Geneva, near Bonneville –

stopt at the ‘les Balances’ Bonneville (a tolerable little town) at 11 5/60 – came upstairs to write – 1/2 hour before I could begin – had near spoilt all my things – the Table had been just oiled, and not 1/2 wiped – They say the Swiss are on all sides (the protestants who are much cleaner and richer than the Roman catholics) are much cleaner than their neighbours – but, according to the woman who shewed us the cathedral at Geneva on Sunday, the catholic population increases much faster than the protestant – the former has 6 or 7 or even more children per family; –the latter (particularly those in more easy circles) has seldom more than 2 per family – I fancied this kind of management had been principally confined to the higher orders in France –

off from Bonneville (should not like to sleep at the Inn – not very clean, but the people very civil

at 1 25/60 – town, a ville, surrounded by fine picturesque rocky hill partly green, partly bare and hoary – immediately cross the Arve over good stone bridge (at the end left, a new handsome Tuscan column surmounted by a statue of the King in his robes, in honour of Charles Felix King of Sardinia) who visited the town some time ago) and, according to Galignani, enter the valley of Cluse – snow mountains in the distance (left) in front of us – 2 little hop grounds just out of town – cutting line – fertile valley – clover, young buckwheat, Indian corn, potatoes Kidney beans – orchard trees – like a garden – poplars and willows along the road side, and the chief wood hereabouts –

at 1 55/60 stone bridge over little stream –

at 3 10/60 the Arve winding beautifully – Green, wooded hills (right) bare, and savage (left), – snow mountains to the left in front, and pretty little village of Oogu (Vaugi? Vougy) at 3 1/4 – Jane thinks this valley ‘beautiful, lovely – the next to the Rhinthal and the Splugen’ (road from Splugen to Chiavénna) – so far, Jane rather disappointed – tho’ tis a pine valley –

at 2 3/4 little stone bridge over little torrent – at 2 55/60 another such stone bridge over ditto, and fine gorge right, and orchards, and picturesque scattered village of Siongy Scionzier and midway the village

(at 3) good stone bridge over good stream – neat, picturesque church – very fine walnut trees – and 2 or 3 little green hedged paddocks at the end of the village – valley wider, and finer – very pretty – fine just here, tho’ do not see the Arve –

At 3 10/60 narrow one arched, boulder-stone-paved steepish stone bridge over the Arve (ver[y] fine gorge right) and enter the beautifully situated, but rather narrow streeted little town of Cluse – all the women busy dressing hemp – tremendous mountains just above the Town – wind thro’ the town to the right, and Turn along the fine gorge which we just peeped down (right) from the bridge – (between Cluse and the village next before very large apple and pear trees and (2 or 3 of the largest cherry Trees (like fine large forest trees) I ever saw in my life) the gorge (the valley of Maglan) now, at 3 1/4, very fine – the Arve close, right – its waters light-green-white-muddy-blue – its broad bed and the road take up all the breadth of the valley –

at 3 3/4 an auberge? 3 little cannon, and a man wishing to know if we would have them fired to hear the echo among the mountains – another man apparently an aubergiste wanted us to stop to see the Grotte de Balme (vide Ebel. Cluse. page 96.) 1200 feet up the mountain (seemed about 1/2 way up) and 620 ‘pas’ long – said we had quite time enough – could not get to Chamouni tonight – asked what time it would require – ‘vingt minutes pour monter à cheval – la route très bonne’ – observed a zigzag path cut from the bottom of the mountain to the cavern – the mouth 1/2 closed up so that one could not enter without paying – Everything herabouts is done to catch the eye and Empty the pocket of strangers – to have had the cannon fired would have cost us 2/. – valley wider beyond, and beautifully wooded (right), and the mountains by and by wearing into a gradual slope –

at 4 5/60 the picturesque village of Maglan picturesque little good church – good deal of beech wood – the wood of the mountains hereabouts chiefly beech? –

at 4 1/4, little stone bridge over dry little bed of torrent – at 4 1/2 little stone bridge over ditto ditto, and fine ripple cascade (Nant d’ Orli) (i.e. as it were, one long thin line of cascade) left –

at 4 35/60 a board put up on which in large letters ‘Place de’ Echo de Nant d’ Arpenas’ and a man and one little cannon – he wanted much to fire it for us assuring us it was very curious –

at 4 40/60 small stone bridge over dry torrent –

at 4 3/4 stone bridge over the stream from Nant d’ Arpenas, really curious – stopt a few minutes to see it – the water lost in spray Till collected lower down into 8 or 9 ripples forming a little cascade near and down to the bottom – Descends from a little cleft at the Top of the mountain – the jet (not large) projected so far, the rock quite dry underneath it for the first 50 or 60 feet – falls 800 feet – (vide Ebel. article, Cluse) the sun of which we had had but little during the day just made his appearance to shew us a beautiful little Iris round the cascade at the bottom – just beyond the cascade the strata of the rock curious

then

then apparently a jumble – reminds one strongly of the action of water – I have seen instances of this kind before among these Swiss mountains – along the Simplon road, and along the Valais – Low hemp uncut –

at 5 stone bridge over torrent – fine view of Sallanche (right) on the other side the river – bed of river very broad – looking almost dry, tho’ there is in fact a strong broad stream – rosemary hedges full of yellow berries –

at 5 20/60 neat little hamlet or village and neat little church of St. Martin – and Mont Blanc a nice looking little Inn – immediately cross handsome 1 arched narrowing, stupish bridge over the Arve, and at 5 35/60 alight à la Belle Vue, at Sallenche, a picturesque little Town, (very handsome church) at the foot of high finely wooded and grass clothed mountains – not one peep of Mont Blanc –

began to write at 6 – but soon gave up to see the clouds gradually clear off from the mountain – 1st sight of it at 6 ¼ – stupendous – astonishing – worth while to come all the way to see it – capital house for a view of it – had been Twice before today quite clear – stood gazing 20 minutes at the 3 huge summits –

Dinner from 6 35/60 to 8 20/60 – for the 1st ¼ hour gazing at the mountain till clouds hid him again at about 6 50/60 – the setting sun upon him magnificent – 2 hills catching the reflection of the rays from the mountain, seemed as if on fire – Ive stood gazing in mute wonder –

at 8 50/60 music 2 or 3 clarionets – very fairly played – very fine day – not much sun – but warm enough for me –

reference number: SH:7/ML/TR/2/0015 - 16