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-First Date by Blink-182 w/ Deuce Spade-

A short fic inspired by Deuce and Titania's love song.

Deuce double checks his outfit one last time in the mirror. He combs his fingers through his hair, adjusts his shirt, and takes a deep breath before leaving his dorm room. As he passes through the lounge, he gets a few whistles from his dormmates which turns his cheeks red. Cater flashes him a thumbs up and Trey pats his back but thankfully his two seniors refrain from commenting. 

He speeds towards Ramshackle with butterflies twisting in the pit of his stomach and his heart beating rapidly. He nearly trips over his own shoes but finally he makes it up the dorm steps. He knocks a few times and pulls on his shirt cuffs once more when Grim, of all people, answers the door. He narrows his eyes at Deuce and crosses his paws against his fluffy chest.

“Can I help you?”

“Uh,” Deuce pauses, “I’m here to pick up Titania.” 

Grim’s frown deepens. “And what are your intentions with her–HEY!” Titania appears behind Grim and yanks him up by the scruff. “So sorry about him,” she says. She places Grim down out of sight and quickly shuts the door before he can make good on his promises to fry Deuce alive. 

“You look…” Deuce trails off. He isn’t sure the proper adjective to use because no words can truly describe how radiant she looks right now. There’s a beat of silence and when he fails to finish his sentence, Titania laughs. 

“Thank you,” she says. She brushes a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. “You, too.” 

“Is it okay if I hold your hand?” he asks. “On the walk to the restaurant.”

“I’d like that.” Titania holds out her hand and Deuce meets her halfway. They intertwine their fingers with matching red on their cheeks. As they head down to Foothill, the awkward air dissipates slightly and the two fall into an easy conversation. In fact, if it wasn’t for the fact he was holding her hand, Deuce could have convinced himself it was a normal day after school. He squeezes her hand and Titania’s sentence falters slightly, her smile becoming more shy.

Dinner is nothing special. Deuce is a high school student living off of allowance and random part-time work but he insists on covering the entire bill. Regardless, dinner is nice and he enjoys getting to spend time with her outside of their friend group and without the watchful eye of Grim. He hangs on her every sentence, kicking his feet under the table like a little school girl and praying to the Great Seven that she’s enjoying herself as much as he is. 

He sweats a little when it’s time to pay, but somehow manages to pull through! He adds a note in his phone to thank his mom later (for the extra money and the date tips) then offers Titania his hand. “Do you want to… walk around for a little bit?”

She takes his hand without hesitation. “I’m always down for some window shopping. But, to be fair, I’d be willing to do anything with you.” Deuce’s face turns red and Titania’s words catch up with her a second later. “I just, I mean, I like spending time with you. So, you know. I don’t really care what we do, as long as we’re… together.” They stand silently for a moment, hand-in-hand in the middle of the restaurant. “Um–.”

“I like being together with you, too!” Deuce says quickly. Titania seems genuinely surprised, and he continues. “You always make me feel like it’s okay to be myself. I know I’m not the smartest or the easiest to be around sometimes, but whenever I’m with you, I know it’ll all be okay. I don’t know if that makes sense, though…” he trails off and looks down at his feet. 

The two are silent again, then Titania gently tugs on his hand and leads him out of the restaurant. They sit beside each other on a nearby bench, their knees pressed together as they watch people pass by. 

“My whole life,” she begins slowly, “I’ve had to act a certain way, to be perceived a certain way. I never really got the chance to be, like, a real person before I came here. Everything was always an act and the act had to be perfect. …Do you remember the egg incident?”

Deuce groans and Titania laughs at him. “When will you let that die?” he asks. He was a little confused about how chicken eggs work but that wasn’t a crime!

“Never,” she jokes. “But, seriously, I’m glad it happened. It showed me that, in this world, I didn’t have to keep up the veil of perfection. I didn’t have to pretend about who I was anymore. I could be messy and awkward and maybe a little clueless sometimes, and it would all be okay.” Titania turns to face him fully, her eyes shiny with tears. “You inspire me every day to be myself, and I love the person I’m becoming alongside you.” 

Deuce rubs tears out of his eyes as he takes a deep breath. “You should have saved that for our second date,” he jokes lightly. Titania giggles and Deuce decides that her laugh might be his favorite sound. “I love the person I’m becoming with you, too. I have, long before I asked you out tonight.” 

Titania places her shoulder against his, and intertwines their fingers once again. “I’m glad you did.” She pauses. “Can I kiss you? Or should I save that for the second date?”

Deuce’s heart goes into overdrive as he nods his head with vigour. “Please. Now. Um, I mean, I’d like to kiss you, too.”

He leans down towards her at the same time she lifts her head up and they end up hitting their foreheads together. Titania hisses before it turns into a laugh and Deuce rubs his forehead with a grimace. “Sorry,” he says. She doesn’t respond and, instead, places her hands on both of his cheeks. She slowly guides him towards her and their lips touch. The kiss lasts for only a second before he worries he’s going to burst into flames and pulls back quickly. His face is probably as red as his Housewarden’s hair and Titania, too, looks a little flushed. She stares in his eyes for a moment before biting her bottom lip and glancing away. 

“So, walking?” she says.

Deuce shoots off the bench as rigid as a card soldier. “Yes! Let’s go!” 

Titania follows his lead, looping her arm through his as the two continue with their awkward first date.

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-Book One Track Eight: Strawberry Blond-

The night finally caught up with Titania and her body ached as she and Grim left the main building of the campus. They walked in silence back towards Ramshackle, although Grim seemed to be in a great mood. Suddenly, he stopped and looked towards a standalone brick building with a flashy sign hanging above the door. 

“‘Mr. S’ Mystery Shop’?” Titania read. 

“That’s the school store Crowley told us about,” Grim said. The day had been so eventful, she completely forgot she planned on grabbing supplies. “It’s still open.”

“Let’s head in,” she agreed and together they made their way into the shop. The store was empty this late at night, except for who Titania assumed to be the proprietor standing behind the counter. He smiled at them and waved excitedly. 

“Welcome, welcome little imps!” he said. “We have everything you need in stock!”

Grim dashed off to examine the food shelves with sparkling eyes. Titania approached the counter. “You’re Mr. S, then?”

“Call me Sam,” the proprietor said. “And you must be the little imp staying at Ramshackle! The Headmage asked me to get a set of uniforms ready for you, actually.” Sam knelt behind the counter before pulling out a neatly-wrapped package. 

“How did you get it ready so fast?” she asked and Sam smiled. 

“My friends on the other side know everything that goes on on campus,” he said. Titania decided she didn’t want to know the details. 

She unwrapped the package and investigated one of the uniforms. It was well-made with soft fabric and the vest coa was gray–the one Ace and Deuce wore were red. The pants, though, made her frown. There was nothing wrong with them, really, but they just weren’t flattering. “Do you have fabric scissors?” she asked. “And needle and thread?”

“You can sew then, huh?” Sam said. “We have a wide variety of fabric supplies, feel free to pick out anything you like.”

“Titania! Can we get this?” Grim asked. He held a bunch of chocolate bars and tuna cans in his paws. 

“We need fruit, too,” she responded and Grim returned to the food to pick out his favorites. Titania grabbed a few rolls, scissors, and a large sewing kit. Grim placed his food on the counter beside her stuff. “We should get some dishes as well,” she told him. Sam cleared his throat. 

“As much as I love customers who know what they want,” he began, “do you have the money to afford all this?”

Titania looked at him.

“I just remember Crowley saying you come from another world and,” he glanced at Grim, “I’m assuming your friend here doesn’t have a wallet on him.” 

“Oh.” 

Titania stared at the pile of food and fabric in front of her. Sensing the sudden mood drop, Sam sighed. 

“How about this?” he said. “I’ll ring you up for today and, in exchange, you work part-time at the store to pay me back. I’ve been meaning to hire an extra hand anyways with the start of school, so it all works out. You can even keep working here afterwards, and I’ll give you an employee discount on any future purchases.” He winked at her but she remained slightly suspicious.

“Why?”

He blinked. “Pardon?”

“Why would you go out of your way to help me like this?” she asked. Sam sighed. 

“I can’t blame you for being suspicious, your only interaction with an adult in this world was with Crowley,” Sam shook his head in exasperation. “Unlike that birdbrain, I’m not going to rip off a homeless teenager just because I don’t technically have to look out for your wellbeing. Get whatever stuff you need to make it through the week and we’ll work out the details later, okay?”

Titania still hesitated. Could she really just accept help like that? Were there truly no strings attached? She chewed on her bottom lip but the fabric called her name like a siren. “...Okay,” she eventually agreed and Sam gave her a genuine smile. 

“Let’s get you guys some bags.”

Titania bought the fabric, food for her and Grim, dishes and blankets, and even some vegetable seeds and gardening supplies. The end total made her heart drop but Sam shooed her out of the store without a word of protest, only telling her to come back tomorrow afternoon for staff training. 

She carried the bags back to Ramshackle in a daze, wondering where she fit in inside this new world. She had never been one to accept help in her past life and everything offered to her came with so many strings they nearly strangled her. Now, she had a kitchen countertop piled with groceries essentially given to her without a second thought. The bones in her fingers ached. 

She found herself in the bathroom, her and Grim’s toothbrushes resting side by side on the sink. She tapped the handle of each toothbrush with her fingernail as if performing a prayer then finally looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was as long as it always had been, cascading down her back all the way to her hips, and she’d never been allowed to cut it shorter than her shoulder blades. Those were the rules thrusted upon her in her past life, but this life in Twisted Wonderland was different. It was scary and full of uncertainties and she didn’t know who she was anymore now that she was here but she knew somewhere inside her soul that this life would be different. She could be different from who she was before. She could decide for herself what she wanted to do and who she would be, and she would start with this damn hair. 

She grabbed a pair of scissors and began to cut. She cut and cut and cut away at her hair until piles of dark brown curls surrounded her feet. She looked in the mirror after the deed was done, at her hair that only now brushed the top of her shoulders and smiled. This was the hair she always wanted. 

She returned to the kitchen to find Grim helping himself to a chocolate chip cookie as the ghosts went through their grocery bags. “You cut your hair,” Alphonse said when he saw her. The other two ghosts and Grim looked up at her. 

“It looks nice!” said Bertholdt.

“It suits you well!” said Clarence. 

“Cookie?” Grim offered and Titania smiled. 

“Thanks, guys.”

She let Grim finish off the entire container of cookies as she sat with him at the kitchen table, resewing the uniform pants into much more fashionable skirts. Satisfied with her work, she also made herself some pink stockings and a pink hair bow with some of the fabric she bought at Sam’s. 

By the time she and Grim finally climbed into bed, she was exhausted but a feeling of satisfaction had settled on her chest. She smiled as she pulled the covers up around her. 

Then, someone began banging on the front door. Her smile vanished instantly. 

Grim scrambled out from under the covers. “Who’s knocking this late at night? Are the ghosts messing with us again?”

Instantly, the trio of ghosts floated into the room.

“It’s not us!” said Alphonse.

“Someone’s at the door,” said Bertholdt. 

“He won’t go away,” complained Clarence. 

Titania swore under her breath and climbed out of bed. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and walked downstairs to the foyer. Grim followed close behind her. The knocking didn’t stop until Titania threw the door open and glared at the person on her doorstep. 

“What?” she snapped. Ace looked surprised. 

“You cut your hair,” he said. Grim appeared from underneath Titania’s blanket-cape. 

“Ace? What are you doing here? Wait…” he narrowed his eyes and, at the same time, Titania noticed it, too.

“You have a collar,” she gasped and Ace’s expression grew annoyed once more. 

“Don’t remind me,” he huffed. “I’m done with Heartslabyul. Starting today, I’m a member of Ramshackle.”

Titania slammed the door in his face.

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Average ramshackle dorm group chat moment. I think Ernesto and Gino should have joined ramshackle at the end of the event and I will die on that hill.

The original:

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My maternal instincts cried at this 😭 my baby, my son, my firstborn... Look at how tiny he is, look at how he tries to protect a whole human with his baby paws 😭

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so i pull up in the jag mayweather with the jab like dundundundun

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@skibidibabygirl bebek

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When your grandmother is the devil’s number one hater and also in charge of writing your destiny.

A very happy belated birthday to my blorbo from my original work. Her birthday was October 31st but my tablet pen broke and then life happened. I have another artwork of her for her bday but it’ll have to wait until I get a new pen sad face emoji.

Here’s the inspiration:

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WAAAAAAAAA THABK YOU

I was possessed at two am with the idea of Irratino having a :3 face I’m glad you appreciate it

Greetings Murdle fandom I have completed all four volumes in a week and am taking notes on every single mystery for a fic

Yes I have been diagnosed with autism why do you ask

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Greetings Murdle fandom I have completed all four volumes in a week and am taking notes on every single mystery for a fic

Yes I have been diagnosed with autism why do you ask

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‼️Attention all otome game players‼️

please interact with this post if you're queer/a member of the lgbtq community who loves playing otome games, im tryna see something

u can even share your own experience as a queer otome game player ^^ this is a safe space, and i just need confirmation that there's at least a sizeable amount of us !!

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... in my head it was better.

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when i buy something and my bank balance actually goes down

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kafhime

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Titania’s white rabbit outfit. Once again I’ve changed how I draw noses. Who knows how long this one will last….

The inspo