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High res. Relaxing in Room Riddle base card

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"Aren't you scared your mother dearest will find out about your little rendezvous?"

"...Are you always this encouraging?"

"I am, actually. Encouraging is my middle name."

"Ryder Encouraging Thief is the full name then, I assume?"

"Wow, look at that, little red does have a sense of humour!"

"Do not call me that!"

Thinking about a Tangled AU of Riddle but because of one traveller who somehow wandered close to the tower and was only able to see glimpses of his long, red hair, started a rumour that a Princess had been kept away instead of a Prince which obviously no one took seriously because the missing royal was indeed a Prince

Still, it became a sort of silly pass-on-the-tale sort of thing amongst the villagers and people actually tried to look for the hidden princess (to no avail ofc)

Then fast forward and let's start with the scene where Flynn sneaks into Rapunzel's tower except Flynn is this tomboyish female mc and when Riddle knocks her out and we have the scene where Rapunzel holds Flynn as hostage with her frying pan, I CAN'T OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD

Basically;

"Who are you and why do you want my hair?", Riddle has the frying pan pointed dangerously close to the intruder's eyes, any closer and he was convinced he could damage their vision by ramming the pan forward, but as if more confused than intimidated, the intruder looks up into Riddle's narrowed gaze and gives him a rather incredulous stare.

"Is that a frying pan?" He—No, wait,he's a...she? From how Riddle saw them in the dark, he was sure his intruder was a boy but as the words hang in the air, and Riddle did take a closer look, whoever this person was, she was indeed a girl.

Now he felt a little guilty he had hit her on the head but she was still the intruder,right? He was only protecting himself after all!

"Yes!" Riddle said as he inched the pan closer in an attempt to be more menacing, "It is a frying pan and I know how to use it! So, you better tell me who you are and who sent you and why you want my hair right now or else I'll give you another demonstration."

"of your frying pan skills?" The girl retorted but flinched when Riddle scowled and gripped the handle tighter.

"Okay,okay! Geez, spare me your frying pan wrath! I came in here to hide out for a while so I don't lose my—" she stopped, eyes going wide as a sudden recognition flickered in her eyes. "where did you put the crown I had with me?" The question comes out like an unintentional plea rather than an angry accusation and Riddle met it with a practiced act of calm as he stepped back and gave the intruder a knowing smirk.

"You mean the one you obviously stole?"

"Hey, I got that fair and square,you hear me? You better not have done anything stupid with it!"

"Oh, don't worry, it's somewhere safe and sound and only I know where to look."

She gives him a deadpan stare before her she scans the room and her gaze lands on the pot near the stairs.

"It's in that pot isn't it?"

Riddle swings the pan before even thinking about it and as he looks down at the once again unconscious intruder, the guilt from before came back.

Then, it suddenly occurred to him that this was probably the first time he had ever seen a girl. Or really, a person other than his mother.

She looked...harmless? Not like the scary descriptions he'd been told of nor did she carry anything dangerous on her persons when he had gone to check. All she had was that satchel and like she said, the crown inside it.

Ah, right. Riddle went over to the pot right after he confirmed she was indeed knocked out again, and took out the said satchel. When he first took it, he didn't mean to be nosy and look inside, but it had already been opened a bit and the gems that were slightly exposed gleamed so beautifully, he couldn't resist. And when he took it out and saw what it was, something in Riddle beamed. He didn't know what it was until she said it herself, and well, he still wasn't sure what a crown even meant, but whatever it was, it was breathtaking.

He wished he could look at it forever, but before she woke up, he would have to hide it in a better place and after a few minutes, Riddle decided that the only place only he could truly find it again was underneath the floorboards of the stairs.

And when she finally stirred awake once more, the smirk Riddle had was one of pure pride at his own quick thinking. If only mother could see me now! He thought triumphantly.

"Ah, you're awake! Good!"

"...awe look at you, you're practically glowing. Bet you found a better hiding spot for my crown,huh?" The girl said, all smug despite her obvious grogginess. Riddle thought she must be used to being roughened up,which both intrigued and unnerved him.

"Who are you?" He asked, maybe just a bit more gentle since he did feel bad about hitting her twice, but he made sure his frying pan was pointed towards her again.

The girl didn't look like she wanted to answer so Riddle cleared his throat and went, "If you really want to know where your crown is, you're going to have to answer my questions, because you can tear down this tower brick by brick but I'll guarantee you won't be able to find it without my help."

And maybe it was the light or maybe it was the fact Riddle was looking at her more and more, but something dark flickered in her eyes then, before she let out a sigh and went;

"Fine. You've got me there, Princess. What is it that you want to know?"

It took a second but once Riddle registered her full words, his cheeks flushed and he could actually feel the blood rushing up his head.

"PRINCESS? WHO ARE YOU CALLING PRINCESS? I AM A BOY! CAN'T YOU SEE? IT'S AS CLEAR AS DAY!"

"Woah,woah! Calm down there, stop yelling! I was just joking!"

"WHAT KIND OF JOKE IS THAT? JUST BECAUSE I HAVE LONG HAIR? YOU STEREOTYPICAL —"

The girl closes both her ears and just when Riddle thought she was going to shrink back, she ends up screaming back at him.

"I GET IT! I GET IT! CALM DOWN!"

and then later, when he does, she lets out a sigh and looks at him all exasperated.

"I'm sure it's because you don't know anything about the village nearby, but there's always been this rumour of a princess with glimmering red hair kept away in a secret tower. Of course it's just some silly made up story,well,not anymore I guess" she eyed him rather curiously this time and Riddle found himself feeling flustered.

"I'm a boy,though." He said, refusing to let her get the better of him. "And I'm not a royal."

"You do have glimmering red hair,though. And you're in a tower." The girl remarked lightly. Riddle wasn't sure why the last part bothered him, but by now it's clear to him, she was trouble. Especially because she has that crown. Whatever its purpose, Riddle had a feeling it's nothing ordinary.

"Your name."

"Huh?"

"Tell me your name. You have one don't you?"

She doesn't answer immediately but when she does, she puts on the same grin from before and briskly goes, "Ryder. That's what my friends usually call me."

Riddle snorts. "Assuming you have friends."

"Ouch. Sharp tongue,princess—Ah, I mean, Prince."

"You—"

Riddle swears he can handle this. He has to now that he's done so much already. And maybe, just maybe, if he gets through this, he can have proof to show he's not nearly as incompetent as his mother makes him out to be.

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Holy shit guys I forgot I used to make edits of Twst 💀 not some y'all lurking around my page and liking my old posts 😫🫵🏻

I would tell you guys to stop cause I really don't agree with my older works but hm idk

ANYWAYS @aivy-saur here's a loop of Leona's laugh

No one:

Not a single soul:

Literally nobody:

My lack of impulse control:

Was this posted before? Cause I vividly remember doing so but I can't see it on my board 👀

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Someone sedate me, am I overstimulated or understimulated?

I feel like my own words don't make sense anymore 😔 I've been trying since yesterday to pull Deuce's bday card too and I still haven't gotten it and whenever I'm trying to write something I get blank like 😫🫵🏻

Anyways peoples here's the pen I mentioned 🫶🏻😔

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😞🫶🏻

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Hello! Can I please request headcanons of the dorm leaders' reactions to finding out that their s/o had a curse placed on her ever since she was young? She absorbs the bad luck of the people around her and because of this, she experiences a lot of misfortune. And more often than not, her misfortunes are dangerous and take the form of accidents that could possibly kill her.

This blog has been abandoned and the user no longer active, but it was an ask I still kept around. This drabble is inspired by it, and is loosely based on my Raptured series.

To clarify, in this drabble the Housewardens(only 3 atm aha) are the MC's/readers brothers. Not by blood. Raptured is a Fae AU I wrote years ago where the Housewardens are all Fae and come from the same Fae Queen which makes them bounded by fae law as siblings. So the same concept is put here. And no, I'm not romanticizing step-sibling dynamics, if you read it you'll see that it's literally just about them being worried over their youngest Fae sibling who has a death sentence of a curse. Welp. Thats it lmao.

i. The Hurdle

"And where exactly do you think you're going?" Riddle's voice echoed off the high walls of the castle as if they were specifically built to magnify the volume of it.

You were already at the entrance,one hand wrapped tightly around the pure silver knob. Riddle stood at the foot of the grand staircase, a good distance from you, but the weight of his scrutinizing stare made him feel closer.

You don't turn to face him, and there isn't any fear despite your shaking hands.

"Out. For a stroll." Your words come out clipped and sharp, and then there's a brief silence between you two before Riddle let's out a sigh.

"I don't think it's quite an appropriate time for a stroll. After all,It's almost time for tea.Join me and then perhaps afterwards a stroll would be nice."

Were you a pet? Some kind of decorum for him to tug you along?

Your thoughts must have leaked through because despite remaining stiff at the door, a laugh came from Riddle as if he could see right through you.

"I'm sure you're scowling at me, aren't you? Your silence speaks volumes."

Gritting your teeth and nerves, you make the decision to turn around and when you do, Riddle is smiling rather earnestly at you. The faint grey in his eyes glistening like stardust, his hair a bright red. When you had been younger, you used to call him big cherry just to see him go red and laugh at him.

When you had been younger, you didn't feel the need to turn your brothers into villains.

"I just want to clear my head." You tell him but Riddle's smile fades then, and you hate how your knees buckle and your stomach heaves.

"I've been told a certain herbal tea helps with clearing the mind. You don't need that walk."

And he's right. It isn't a need. It is a want. A longing. These walls make you see green.

You open your mouth to speak and the door behind you gives out a small yet deafening 'click'. You turn around to slam your fists against the door, an irate scream echoing off the walls.

From where he stood, his expression is one of pained frustration as he watches you curse his name.

ii. The Shield

Leona, like most of his brothers, remembers a much younger version of you.

The training room hadn't been used since the second human-fae war ended, but it was once a place Leona had turned into your personal playroom whenever it was his turn to look after you. You always had a fascination with acts of heroics and dreamt of becoming a figure of peace and justice for the people as you brandished your sword and held up your shield to fight and protect.

Leona remembered how he first saw you take a stance with your very first sword—A gift from one of the human nobles who were still loyal to the Fae Queen—and realized that the whimsical dream you rambled on about was well within your reach. You were gifted with precision and might for the sword.

If only stepping outside the castle wouldn't cause your imminent death that is.

He held it against himself for letting you dream so recklessly. A hero? How could you even fight for people when being near them would kill you? He should have stopped you. He should have taken that sword and broken it in two.

It's not easy for him to come back to this room and Leona often wondered how you did it, but when he saw the state it was in, he realized what a fool he'd been.

He should have disintegrated the whole damned thing.

The sword in your hand glinted almost desperately against the light of the chandelier in the room. Unlike the rest of the weapons which were either broken at the blade or left to be stuck inside the chaise's cushion or the daybed's and window's wooden frames, it seemed to be the only thing you didn't let your anger ruin.

Leona let out a low, deliberate whistle right after he watched you strike the wooden dummy across the chest, your movement fluid yet brutal as pieces of it splintered from the impact.

"Make that a real human and you practically just chopped his head off."

From breathing raggedly, your body went stiff at the sound of his voice, but the grip on the sword's hilt tightened.

Leona noticed this, and a knowing smirk curled on his lips.

"Oh? Which one of us were you thinking of when that blow landed?"

You don't answer. He doesn't expect you to. Not with that burning look in your eyes which said more than you could ever say.

iii. The Wound

"I told you to quit picking those damned flowers." Jamil's reprimanding is often sharp but as he stared down at his bloodied and cut up hands, Kalim couldn't help but feel himself smile a little. Not because he liked having his friend scold him of course, but because the thought of being able to cheer you up with your favorite flowers easily won him over.

He winced when Jamil pulled out the last few thorns from his skin and began dabbing the cuts with healing ointment. Being the Fae Prince who was a bit more human than Fae, Kalim recalled the many memories he had with you where you'd worry about him getting hurt and promising to protect him, and most vividly of how happy you used to be.

It seemed like years ago but since the Fae folk didn't age as humans did, you remained a pristine image of youth and Kalim could never really be able to see you any older. To him you were always his little sister. Small, young and bright eyed—Never not happy to see him.

Yes. That is how he remembers you. That is how Kalim makes sure that part of you still exists, even if he is the only one who sees it that way. He doesn't mind bleeding for you and he doesn't need reciprocation.

As long as you stayed inside—Alive and well—Kalim didn't mind being hurt or hated at all.

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Noooo wdym I have to write the fanfic I wanna read so I can get to that one point in the plot where Tyrant Riddle looks at mc and goes, "So,this is love?"

Meanwhile MC is disassociating and wondering how the hell she's going to get out of the Red Tyrant's castle without being dead 😫😫😫😫😫

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PLEASE HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA

can’t believe they did this

The official Disney+ JP Twitter account tweeted this anime promo image in celebration of Deuce’s birthday 😭 IT’S A CAULDRON…

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Happy Birthday,Deuce!

A small drabble, for the big hearted Spade. Ft. Yume.

Guys,send help. I'm not okay.

"Here you go, Deuce. Happy Birthday."

Deuce stared at the omurice Yume placed in front of him slightly surprised.

When he'd been told to come over to Ramshackle dorm once classes were over, he wasn't expecting a sudden birthday wish. More so one coming from the usually distant and aloof Ramshackle prefect he had befriended in the beginning of the year; The boy who seemed more interested in returning home each day he faced a new problem in NRC, and the one he had grown to admire the more they spent time and let their friendship grow.

Yume was blunt and often times scary in his own way despite not having any powerful magic himself, and even on their first day together, Deuce could see how self dependent and capable he was as a person. So naturally he did have a brief belief that they wouldn't be able to be such close friends but that turned out to be wrong.

Despite himself, Yume also had his softer side which Deuce found incredibly charming and there was no denying what a good friend he was to Deuce and Ace and even Grim.

With those thoughts in mind,Deuce still found himself seated and clearly stunned. Though the wafting scent of the egg and rice combo he always melted for helped to ground him back to his senses.

"Yume, you...You made this?" He couldn't understand why it was so hard to comprehend it all, or why he sounded so small and faint when his own words reached his ears. Deuce looked up from the plate to find Yume smiling as if he was amused by his dumbfounded expression, and suddenly from incoherent confusion it shifted into an awkwardly embarrassed panic.

"Ah! O-of course it's not that I didn't think you couldn't cook or anything! I just—" , he glanced back at the omurice. It was warm and smelled great, and the yellow of the egg piled so carefully on top of the white rice felt so endearing,Deuce literally felt his body thrumming with an unspeakable happiness and gratitude.

"...It looks great. I didn't expect you to remember my birthday,Yume." He finally said as his lips curled into a smile and his stomach did this sort of flip which made Deuce wonder what the hell is going on with him.

Yume returned the remark with a smile of his own and an easy shrug before he sat down in front of Deuce.

"I usually don't but Cater bought it up earlier this week," Deuce watched as Yume reached out for the ketchup bottle he'd brought along with the omurice plate earlier and proceeded to effortlessly draw out a cute little chick silhouette ontop of the egg before he gave Deuce another smile.

"I didn't know what you'd like to get so I decided having something nice to eat would be good enough for now." When Yume placed the ketchup back down and Deuce stared at the omurice once again, he swore his heart was beating so loud it wouldn't be a surprise if even Yume had heard it as well.

But the latter simply looked to Deuce with his usually calm expression—The grey in his eyes a great compliment to the way his brown hair fell over them and accentuated Yume's overall soft, pretty features...

"So,are we just gonna stare at each other until Ace and Grim realized I lied about where we were supposed to meet up or are you going to start eating now, Loosey Deucey?"

The blush that crept up his face was immediate but his voice stammered indignantly and Deuce thought he really was being super weird about this whole thing.

"D-Don't call me that!"

"Hm? But you let Ace say it."

"That's—You know that jerk does whatever he wants!"

"Fine. Fine. No more Ace nicknames then, just Deuce?"

Yume's smile turned into a sly grin, and Deuce barely held on to his wits.

"Yeah. Just Deuce!"

And then he started wolfing down the omurice in an attempt to ignore the fluttering he felt in his stomach.

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10/10

THIS DIVA??? ♠️

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DEUCE 😭😭😭 BRO LOOK AT THIS LIL GUY LOOK AT HIM 😭

High res. Relaxing in Room Deuce groovy

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I'm going to buy this really nice red pen that reminds me of Riddle at my bookstore today later on my breakkkkk 😭🫶🏻 it's so pretty and the name is Star-Plucked red *SCREAMS*

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Cater fr the type to use the Malay word 'awak' for You 😭😭😭 GTFO ARGUE WITH MY SANITY ON THIS I CAN'T

we have multiple ways to say you in my mother tongue, awak is for more proper and most often aligned with endearment. It's kinda girly pop too if you squint and just listen to me because I swear I can HEAR him say the word

If you see this, this is your sign to draw your favourite character(s) in your culture's traditional wedding attire ✨✨ /nf

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Avian nonsense 😭😭😭 sobbing

I need more sebek longing. Out resident Yuu human crush denier, realizing he’s headlong into a crush and needs to court/ snatch her up ASAP before any other upstarts get to her or god forbid the RSA

(YEAHHHHHHH SEBEK!!!)

Sebek Zigvolt did not have a crush on the human.

No, that flutter in his chest every time Yuu laughed? That was indigestion. Or rage. Yes—rage. Because how dare a mere human have such a sunny smile? How dare they make his duties more difficult by existing so carelessly kind and so infuriatingly resilient?

And the fact that they’d managed to best every housewarden in a crisis? Trickery. Fluke. Luck.

But then there was that day—

The day a pigeon from Royal Sword Academy showed up on campus with a letter. A letter addressed to Yuu.

Sebek had been walking by when he overheard it. Saw it. The blushing on Yuu’s face as they read it. The way they giggled—giggle—and muttered, “That’s kind of sweet.”

Sweet. Sweet?!

“Human,” he barked, storming over without thinking. “Who dares court you with such cowardly methods as letter writing? Face your suitor with dignity, not this—this avian nonsense!”

Yuu blinked. “Huh? It’s just a thank-you letter from an RSA student I helped at the interschool symposium. They’re just being polite.”

Sebek scowled. “Politeness is a gateway to romantic corruption!”

“…what?”

“Nothing! Forget I said anything!”

He stomped away, fists clenched, brain on fire.

This wouldn’t do.

If Royal Sword Academy—those peacocking, pretentious, princely pipsqueaks—were going to start sniffing around his human (NOT his human), he would have to act. Swiftly. Strategically.

He spent the next few nights writing out a “Yuu Containment & Courtship Plan” in his diary.

Step 1: Increase proximity. Become her guard. For safety. Obviously. Humans are fragile and need protection.

Step 2: Intimidate rivals. Use volume and intensity. Works on Grim. Should work on RSA pretty boys.

Step 3: Gift giving. Non-romantic. Functional gifts. Armor polish. Anti-poison herbs. Possibly a sword.

Step 4: Praise them (in code). “You’re adequate” → “You are the least incompetent student I’ve met” → “You’d make a strong foot soldier under Lord Malleus.”

Step 5: Confess feelings before anyone else does. Maybe. Eventually. If necessary. (He underlined this part five times.)

Meanwhile, Yuu had simply assumed Sebek was going through… something. He started showing up wherever they went—“by coincidence.” He handed them strange, rare monster-repellent herbs in a sack labeled “FOR YOU. NOT THAT I CARE.” and glared daggers at any boy who stood within ten feet of them.

The final straw came when Yuu caught him shouting romantic poetry (he claimed it was a “verbal training exercise”) in the woods behind Ramshackle.

“Sebek… are you okay?”

He looked at them, face redder than a Heartslabyul rose.

“I HAVE DETERMINED,” he said, voice cracking only slightly, “THAT YOU ARE WORTHY. AS A HUMAN. FOR COURTSHIP. I SHALL DEFEND YOUR HONOR UNTIL YOU DECIDE ON A SUITOR. WHICH SHOULD BE ME. EVENTUALLY. PREFERABLY NOW.”

Yuu blinked. “So… you like me?”

Sebek sputtered. “I—LIKE—I—THAT IS TO SAY—MAYBE?!”

Yuu laughed, and suddenly it wasn’t so scary. “Okay. You can court me.”

He stood still for a full minute before falling to one knee like he was being knighted.

“I ACCEPT THIS MISSION.”

BONUS: Lilia’s reaction: “Oh ho~ My little Sebek is growing up~ Planning campaigns of love now, are we?”

Silver: (Asleep in the background) “He’s been reciting love poems in his sleep. I think it’s serious.”

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omg 😭😭😭😭 DEUCEEEEEEE

He’s so girly pop, a whole page for my deuce enjoyers out there

Talk shit, get hit Ace

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I want to continue on my Little mermaid retelling for Azul 😔 I miss my angler and octo pair 🫶🏻

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Alternatively;

5 minutes ago

Ace: *trying to be cheeky* Hi,babe.

Mc: Hello, sweetheart.

5 minutes after

Deuce: And you just sat there looking dumb?

Ace: No,I kissed them—OF COURSE I SAT THERE AND LOOKED DUMB

incorrect twst quotes - 10

*15 minutes ago* Ace: *pretending to joke* So when are you going to go out with me? Y/n: *flirting back* I don't know. When are you going to ask me to? *present* Deuce: And you just ran away?! Ace: I didn't expect them to flirt back!