#King of Spades - story tag

[starsailrvee]

SACRIFICIAL

[writing-heiress]

Seven Seas AU: Heartslaybul

Crew Name: The Hearty Pirates

Total Bounty: 1.06B Madols

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Epithets: The Crimson Tyrant, the Prince of Hearts, Tyrant of the Sea

Bounty: 810M Madol

The only son of Queen Elizabeth of Hearts & King Consort Reagan, making him the first Prince of the Queendom of Roses. Riddle idolized his mother the most and wanted to be like her. He did this by memorizing every 810 of her rules from such a young age. Once he learned about Queen Elizabeth’s time as one of the Seven Warlord Pirates, Riddle asked his mother if he could learn how to be a pirate captain from her, to which she gladly accepted.

TREY CLOVER

Epithets: The Tyrant’s Mad Hatter, the Loyal Club

Bounty: 98M Madols

Trey was the eldest son of Queen Elizabeth’s favorite bakers, who practically live in the Hearts Castle. This means that Trey grew up pretty close to Riddle. Him & Che’nya would sneak Riddle out of the palace and have him explore the capital town as a young boy rather than the Prince. After Riddle got the Queen’s approval to become a pirate captain, he asked Trey to be his first-mate to which the young baker’s boy agreed, wishing to stay close to his childhood friend (and make sure that he doesn’t kill his crew or give them a reason to mutiny).

CATER DIAMOND

Epithets: Splitting Diamond, the Socialite

Bounty: 77M Madols

As the first and only son of a high-ranked banker, Cater is nothing short of an expert of how the noble society operates. He joined the crew mostly to get away from his rather mundane life. Away from the nosy nobles and their gossip. Away from his sisters who has used him as their living doll since he could walk. As part of the Hearty crew, Cater could finally be himself.

ACE TRAPPOLA

Epithets: Trump Card Ace, the Magician

Bounty: 30M Madols

Ace’s recruitment was honestly quite the story. See, Ace came from a middle class family despite his brother being heavily favored by the QoH. But regardless Ace grew up pretty like any other kid. That was the case until he stole from Riddle, who had just collected lots of Madols. Anyways, he was caught and tried for the crime of stealing from not just a pirate, but the Prince of Hearts. Ace was about to lose his head when his brother Jack asked Queen Elizabeth to at the very least lower his sentence to not death. Good news is that it worked and Ace got to live. Bad news was Ace was now part of the Hearty Pirates, which was his new punishment.

DEUCE SPADE

Epithets: The White Rabbit, Stone Cold Duke

Bounty: 45M Madols

Deuce, much like Ace, came from middle-class. He was a delinquent, a rather tough one at that. His speed was something no one his age could ever match. Deuce continued his delinquency for years until he heard his mom crying to his grandmother about how Deuce has been. That was when Deuce was about to quit his delinquent lifestyle for good until he saw some other delinquents cornering someone. After defeating and scaring off the gang, it was then that Deuce just helped Prince Riddle himself. As a way to pay him back, Riddle offered Deuce to be a member of his crew to which Deuce readily accepted.

Masterlist

Tagging — @adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @fair-night-starry-tears @the-trinket-witch @the-weirdos-mind @queen-of-twisted @liviavanrouge @abyssthing198 @yumeko2sevilla @yukii0nna @boopshoops @achy-boo @kousaka-ayumu @ice-cweam-sod4 @twsted-princess @starry-night-rose @tragedytells-tales

[thechaoticscenejester]

ATTENTION ARTISTS AND FANS OF DELTARUNE!!!

I'm gonna remake Deltarune chapters 1 and 2 with ocs! Anyone want to claim a character or help me with comic art??

Here's what to do:

If you want to claim a character...

Send me a ask with a picture of ur oc and which character u want to claim and I'll tag you the design

If you want to help me with comic art....

Dm me! We can talk over the story and then do the art (once all spots are filled)

Character spots:

Ralsei

Kris

Susie (Taken by @turninthefrickenfrogsgay2 )

Noelle. (Taken by @busybussinbee )

Birdly

Lancer

Spade king

"Lesser dad" (I forgot his name 😭)

Toriel

Ms.Alphys

Asgore

(Officer) Undyne

Seam

Jevil (Taken by my oc, Ronnie)

Spamtom

Queen (Taken by @cavipe )

[Other]

Let me know if I missed anyone important!<33

[mjmagics]

Chapter 2

Warnings: MC almost gets kidnapped, anxiety of large places, MC swearing a lot, teenage hormonal responses

Rating: 14+ THE ONLY STORY ON MY ACCOUNT NOT 18+

Word Count: 1,500+

I’m not an idiot 

Gotham City,  New Jersey. USA 

Robin watched as a plane landed at the Gotham International  Airport or the GIA. According to his father’s research, a gang leader who went by the name of King of Spades would be coming home to America from the United Kingdom, where he robbed a series of banks. He caused quite a stir for Batman’s allies in the UK, and the whole team was eager to end his criminal career, along with his gang members. 

“Batman, I see the target,” Robin stated, pressing down on the earpiece he wore so those on the comlink could hear him. 

“Great job, Robin,” Batman replied. “Now get to the next zone, Red Robin and Nightwing are in the building to monitor the target. Do not engage. We are to follow him to the hideout of the Royal Flush Gang.” 

The boy in red and green sighed. “I know, Batman, I’m not an idiot.” 

“I was simply reminding you,” Batman pointed out. “There is a break-in at a local retail store, Spoiler and I will handle it,” The man announced before cutting off the conversation.  

“You know what would be useful right now?” A voice came through on the intercom. 

“What, Nightwing?”  Robin asked. 

“Oo! Let me guess,” yet another voice exclaimed. “Miss Martian’s mental link?” 

“Ding ding ding,” Nightwing replied. “Red Robin is our winner.” Then the man sighed, “I’m missing my old team. Missions like this always remind me of them.” 

“Sorry we’re not good enough for you, Grayson,” Robin spat. 

“Boys, focus,” Batman’s voice came through on the earpiece. “And no real names, you all know this.” 

Robin tutted in frustration. “Yes sir.” 

“I can feel your anger from here, Robin,” Nightwing stated, there was a shutter in his voice before he let out a dry laugh. “Shit, I see our target. He is making his way to the far east exit.” 

“On it,” Red Robin replied. “I have eyes on him, is Batgirl and Red Hood ready?” 

“They are,” Batman answered. “Robin, can you tag his car?” 

“That’s easy,” Robin stated. “I was trained since a child for missions much more strenuous than this.” 

“Strenuous?” Nightwing asked. 

“It’s a synonym for hard,” the younger chuckled. “It’s a bit disappointing you don’t know the word.” 

“Ouch, how does that burn feel, Nightwing,” Red Robin chimed with a chuckle.

“I know what strenuous means, I’ m just surprised you know,” Nightwing sighed with defeat. 

“I’m not an idiot.” 

“I never said you were!”

“I’m heading to the car now,” Robin growled before switching off his Bluetooth device and storming out of the area. 

On the other side of the airport, Jade Knutsvig was just stepping off the warm plane and into the humid building full of bodies pushing and pulling to board their flights on time. Her eyes widened as she assessed the large building. In all her years she had never been in an airport as large as GIA. Other than the Mall of America, she had never been in a place this large. She had barely traveled outside of her home state. It was completely foreign to the girl.

After the first wave of shock passed, she found herself sitting on a bench, taking in the glass walls that allowed the pale orange light of the setting sun into the structure. It reminded her of tree sap, and she pulled a piece of crystallized amber from her carry-on. Amber could absorb negative energy, and ever since she was a young girl she was able to rely on the smooth stone to ease her anxieties. 

Jade whispered a small prayer to herself. It wasn’t to any god, but it was a cry for the universe to help guide her through the maze of the airport. After a few deep breaths, Jade pulled out her phone to message her sister. As the device turned on she could see the shadow of a man looming over her. Without looking at him she could already feel an untrustworthy energy radiating from his aura. 

“Are you lost?” The man questioned. “Where is your mom?” 

“I’m by myself,” She swiftly answered. The girl was unfamiliar with the hostilities of larger communities. Jade grew up in the comfort of small towns where everyone knew their neighbors and had their noses in one another's business. Her eyes glanced up at the man, and once she made eye contact with him her stomach dropped. 

“My name is Bruce Wayne. You might not know of me, but I’m a bit of a celebrity around here. I saw you got off a fight from Minneapolis. Are you from there?” 

“No,” Jade whispered. Where is Eliza she found herself thinking. She flies me all the way out to Gotham only to abandon me in an airport! 

Being stuck in her thoughts, Jade missed the moment that the man before her reached for her right forearm. His large hand grasped her body, and a rough pull brought her to her feet. 

“Woah, dude,” She exclaimed, trying to tug away from him. Her attempt to escape his friends was useless and it only made him hold tighter. “You don’t know what you’re doing! My sister is waiting for me, she will know I’m missing.” 

Pleading wasn’t helping Jade’s case, and the man began to lead Jade into the crowd of the airport. Her bag was left behind on the bench, along with her phone. Panic began to set in. This was nothing like home. 

“Help!” Jade screamed, “Help me! Someone!”

The man began to dig his nails into her skin, “shut up,” he growled. He then turned to the crowd the circled them. “Sorry, my daughter is just throwing a fit.” 

“Help! Please. I don’t know this man!” The young woman began to recall what her older sister taught her many years ago. “Please! This isn’t my dad!” 

“Barbra?” A voice sounded from the crowd, and a man with bright blue eyes and dark hair stepped out. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” 

Another stranger? Why couldn’t her sister be here to grab her? Yet, this guy seemed a lot better than the man who has dragged her across the airport. “Uh- Hi,” Jade said awkwardly. “I don’t know this man. I think he’s trying to kidnap me.” 

The assailant let go of the teen and began to push his way through the crowd. The man who referee to her as Barbara stepped closer. “Hey, let me help you.” 

“I’m okay,” Jade snapped. She was anxious, homesick, and had her life flash before her eyes. Overthinking took over her, and her brain visualized each situation that could have come to her if the man hadn’t saved her. 

“It's no bother,” The man stated. 

“I thank you for your help,” Jade huffed, checking her pockets for anything she might have. The girl found nothing but wanted to gift the man something. She closed her eyes while her right hand was shoved in her hoodie pocket and created a shard of jade stone. She presented it to him, flat in her palm. “Here, a token of my appreciation.” 

The man accepted it and opened his mouth as if he was going to comment on it. Before he could another man, closer to Jade’s sister’s age, stood next to him. “Hey, I know you’re trying to play hero but she’s safe. We have things to do.” 

The man who saved Jade nodded. “Thank you,” He stated, shaking the piece of jade that was in his hands to signify his gratitude. Jade simply nodded before she ran back to her stuff, surprised to see it had not been stolen by a thief. 

The moment she found her phone she called her sister. Her heart was still racing, and then a mix of fear and adrenaline made her legs weak. “Where are you?” Her voice was a whisper, and the moment Eliza replied with: “I’m at the gate c-19. Is that not yours?” 

“No,” The girl said, but as the syllables left her mouth so did a sob of fear. 

“Hey, what’s wrong? Where are you? I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

“I’m at “ Jade choked down another sob. “I’m at gate C-13. I wanna go home,” The girl cried, trying to hide in her hoodie. “Eliza, a man grabbed me.” 

“Oh my god,” Eliza gasped. In the background of the call, Jade could hear Eliza’s pace go from a brisk walk to a run. “I see you,” She replied quickly. 

Jade looked around before her eyes met Eliza’s. She felt a wave of warmth wash over her. It wasn’t natural, it was Eliza’s power soothing her. The two finally met, and Jade didn’t have time to hang up the call before Eliza’s arms were around her, her body heat matching the temperature of warmth that was soothed Jade meer seconds before. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” Eliza repeated. 

After the two calmed down, filed a police report with airport security and Gotham PD, and retrieved Jade’s bags, the two began their car ride to their home. Jade fell asleep in traffic, and Eliza pondered if the man trying to kidnap her sister was an omen to get her sister out of Gotham already.

[mintytealeaves]

You’re fucked! (16728 words) by PhoenixSunshroom Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Deltarune (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rouxls Kaard/King of Spades Characters: Lancer (Deltarune), Rouxls Kaard, King of Spades (Deltarune), Original Characters, King of Hearts (Deltarune), King of Clubs (Deltarune), Kris (Deltarune), Susie (Deltarune), Ralsei (Deltarune), Hathy (Deltarune), Queen (Deltarune), Spamton G. Spamton, Seam (Deltarune), King of Diamonds (Deltarune) Additional Tags: Transmasc Spades, Transfem Lancer, Transphobia, Unwanted Pregnancy, Swearing, Trauma, im new at this tagging thing I’m so sorry, ill add tags as i go, sex mention, Spamton is only there for a sec sorry, Kingkaard comes in eventually I promise please don’t be mad at me, Implied Sexual Content, Child Abuse, dont sexualize your kids, its not ok, birth scene, i did not write it, Post-Deltarune Chapter Two, This sort of has beta, Not really though, just like my parents sort of love me, so yeah my apologies if there are any mistakes! I do my best to fix them Summary: (The title is a reference to a song) This is a story about both Lancer’s transition journey and his father’s! Lancer is going back and forth on whether he wants to or not and is worried his dad won’t like that he wants to be a girl. The story will switch POVs each chapter from Lancer to Spades in the past going through a journey of his own.

YALL OH MY FUCK HOLY SHIT CHAPTER SIX IS OUT I DID ITTTTTT

there’s some extra lil tidbits I added too! I hope yall like it! more fics are soon to come!

[theaudiovore]

For more than a year now I’ve had a concept for a single player TTRPG orbiting in the depths of my mind, slowly accumulating mass and occasionally passing into the Observable Universe that is my conscious mind.

A concept for an Elder Scrolls single player tabletop RPG.

In its present conception I imagine it to be played with some rules, paper and pencil, and a deck of playing cards.

In this game the player will start as a Prisoner, and through their own actions, divine intervention, and the weight of prophecy they will become a Hero.

They will meet their Doom and enter the Tower.

The Wheel turns.

The structure of play will be meant to resemble an Enantiomorphic Event, as all Elder Scrolls stories do.

The Three necessary elements are of course, a Prisoner, a King, and a Tower.

The Prisoner is the player, a person who by destiny or circumstance will rise to fullfill the role of Hero. The Eternal Champion, the Imperial Agent, the Nerevarine, the Hero of Kvatch and Champion of Cyrodiil, the Last Dragonborn, the Vestige. They are noone and come from nowhere, and so they can be anyone and go anywhere. They are Free in ways others are not, while simultaneously being shackled by their prophesied Doom.

The King is the antagonist, the threat to the wellbeing of the world and the people within it. Their power shakes the stones of the Tower and threatens to end the dream that is the Aurbis. Jagar Tharn, Zurin Arctus, Dagoth Ur, Mankar Camoran and Mehrunes Dagon, AL-DU-IN. They enter the story at the height of their power, and so they have nowhere to go but down. They see themselves as the Hero because their pride blinds them to the truth.

The Tower is the prison you must escape, the fortress you must siege, the secret you must learn. It is embodied in every obstacle, it is where you will always return, it is where Doom unfolds. The Staff of Chaos, NUMIDIUM, White Gold, Red Mountain, Snow Throat. It is both obstacle and objective, prison and protection.

I imagine the player character as a collection of Tags that grows as the game progresses. You’ll start by picking some Tags that represent your background, skill set, and Sign. Something like "Dunmer, Thief, Marksman, Charming, The Serpent” or “Nord, Warrior, Axe, Endurance, The Steed”.

Play proceeds by drawing cards from a deck of standard playing cards, 54 cards total with the Jokers included. Each suit would represent a type of encounter. You decide based on your tags and the story so far how the encounter goes, and sometimes you advance a clock. The Doom Clock.

Red suits represent opportunities and advantages. Diamonds for Material (Equipment, Magic, Relics, etc) and Hearts for Living Things (Creatures, Companions, Guilds, etc). Jokers represent divine intervention.

Black suits represent dangers and obstacles. Clubs for Material (Traps, Barriers, Curses, etc) and Spades for Living Things (Creatures, Bandits, Guards, etc).

Red Jokers represent Aedric forces like Yffre, Auri-El, and Mara. Black Jokers represent Daedric forces like Namira, Hircine. and Jyggalag.

You Draw a card and think about how your Tags let you resolve the situation it represents. Most of the time, you can choose to skip a card and ignore that encounter. Perhaps you decide that the danger is too great, perhaps your equipment is better than what you’ve found. Some cards cannot be skipped. Some events advance the Doom clock, bringing you closer to the final confrontation. Some cards advance the Doom Clock even if you skip them.

The Doom Clock represents the passage of time, your steady march to the finale. The Prisoner always confronts the King eventually. It always happens that way. Time is a living being, and while AKA is patient he cannot stay still for long. While the world waits for you, it does not wait forever.

I don’t have much beyond these concepts yet, but I have been thinking about this a lot. I know I want to explore things like Fate, the Aurbic Pattern, Duality, and the Cyclical Nature of Time. I know I want to include elements of the strange deep lore and apocryphal texts that make up the internal mythology of The Elder Scrolls. I know I want to reach for the sensation of a lonely exploration, of being burdened by prophecy, of being the one that the whole world waits on, the axle that the world turns around.

Something I need to do is play games that may share tonal or mechanical elements with what I want to achieve. In my ~20 years in the tabletop roleplaying hobby I have spent the vast majority of that time with various editions of The Dragon Game and others of its style. It is only in the past 5 years or so I’ve been expanding my breadth of experience, seeking out other styles and modes of play. This thing I want to make is outside my current sphere of competence, so I must increase my reach to match my grasp.

[overdecorated-furniture]

The Jack of Diamonds - WIP Intro

Genre: Victorian historical fiction, adventure, mystery.

POV: Third person limited, multiple character voices.

Status: Outlining.

Tag: #the jack of diamonds, #JoD

Synopsis

London, 1898. As the century draws to a close, England finds itself enthralled and terrified by a phantom thief, who enacts the most daring burglaries, and leaves a calling card at the scene of the crime; a Jack of Diamonds playing card. The police are baffled and irritated by his ability, and have been attempting to catch him for years. Inspector James Parker has been doggedly following the thief’s movements, and believes he is almost able to catch him.

As for the Jack of Diamonds? He is a young aristocrat by the name of Philip Devlin, drawn into the dark side of London by personal tragedy, and kept there by the thrill of the theft. He and his partner, John Grey, find themselves almost caught one evening, for circumstances they cannot explain after the theft of a rare diamond. The pair argue, and their partnership falls to pieces.

Shortly afterwards, strange things start happening to the both of them. Philip finds himself hunted, and not only by the police, having to flit from house to house, and eventually go abroad to escape his stalkers. John finds himself accused of vicious murders, with his personal emblem, the King of Spades, found on the breast of every victim.

This net that is beginning to ensnare the thieves does not keep itself contained to the underworld. Philip’s childhood friends, Anne and Charles Marlon, are also drawn in, and the plots thicken when a young Venetian by the name of Ezio Dellucci finds himself accompanying the renegade Philip to Venice, the City of Daggers and Mirrors.

Ongoing work, Things I will Post, etc

This is currently still in the latter end of the outlining phase, but I hope to finish with that soon. A couple of early chapters have been written, but might be changed due to plot rearranging, and I have a deal of research to do.

I shall probably post research work, chapter snippets when they happen, and any problems I am having with the mystery. I am very fond of this story, as it’s one of my more recent ideas, although based on a set of articles I wrote for a childhood newspaper.

Tagging @simonnebethel, as you were interested.

[t-the-ring-master]

Facts about Diamonds!

We got the second eldest here! The fatherly one of the group he has definitely smacked hearts before.

Tw: death (his wife dead. His kids dead. His whole family dead. Nothing graphic just mentioned.) Talk about smacking someone(he smacked hearts. So it’s a pass lol.) mention of poison.

Requests: closed

Asks: open

Tag list: none

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Diamonds is one of the elder Cards, and the second to join the ranks. His rank is just behind Spades.

He was originally a king, with a loving wife, son and adopted daughter. He was an attentive father and king.

When his wife passed away due to illness, he had to remarry right away due his advisors. He practically ignored his new bride though, due to the grief of losing his dear Genevieve, leaving him to raise their two children alone.

The new wife wasn’t kind to his children at all, and when he found out he was originally going to have her expelled. When this happens, the expelled is normally allowed one wish, and her’s was a “family dinner.” And due to regulations, rules and traditions, he had to comply.

He ended up regretting ever agreeing, since she had managed to poison his drink and his children’s food.

The poison took his children in a matter of hours, his ex wife had already fled and was probably captured already due to outraged citizens because she poisoned their beloved king and the prince and princess.

It was there while he laid in his death bed when Spades had appeared. Offering him the position his boss, or “lady,” ordered him to offer.

Diamonds agreed after Spades offered to hunt the ex queen and hand her off to the people.

He was given a medicine right as he got to the circus, given his card and handed a piece of paper and charcoal. With Spades demanding he draw an outfit and whatever else he needed and it would be provided.

Diamonds wears a dark royal suit, black cape, a white mask with painted eyes, a diamond as a beauty mark right under the left painted eye and a lack of a smile present on the mask. His long hair reaching his ankles and hanging loosely.

Diamonds is the tallest of the group, standing at 6’11, with a thin posture and sickly pale skin. His dark eyes making him seem even sicklier. His long jet black hair doesn’t help either. He’s considerably handsome though. If you discount his monotone voice… and odd habits of just stopping mid sentence to stare off into space.

He feels nostalgic whenever someone braids or puts ordainments in his hair. Genevieve’s favorite pass time was to brush his hair and braid it while he painted, due to her short pixie cut.

Keeps his adopted daughter’s teddy bear on a shelf in his caravan. Unlike the other cards he doesn’t live in a tent. The bear and an old locket that holds a picture of his son and wife, were some of the things he drew on the paper and asked Spades to fetch.

If he isn’t working in one of the stories, he often going around the circus helping the mothers or fathers with their children, or helping one of the other cards’ hide from the children.

Closest to Clubs. When Clubs had first arrived, the boy was only 19, and he reminded Diamonds very much of his son Arthur. The other’s have learned not to mess with Clubs if you want to be spared a black eye from Diamonds.

Painted most of the caravans and carts in the circus. Before he was king and simple a stable boy -he was adopted by the previous king and queen whom couldn’t have children- he often lived off of commissions he made for lower class nobles whom couldn’t afford more famous artists. Needless to say, he’s gotten pretty good at it.

If you ever enter his caravan, which is rare on its own. Most of what you’ll see is art of his late wife, children or unfinished canvases that he was making before the loss of his throne and his promotion to being a card.

Clubs really love’s to cook, and Diamonds is his taste tester. I mentioned in Clubs facts that he is a foodie… yeah Diamonds is the pickiest brat ever.

His wife had been a baker and cook before she had married Diamonds. So when she was still alive, he’d only ever eat her cooking. But since she’s gone, he had lost so much weight and hardly ate that Clubs stepped up to cook for him. So now it’s Club’s job to feed the skinny brat.

Only Spades knows his real name, and it wasn’t even on purpose. When his guards heard him yell diamonds actual name right before he brought him to the circus is how he learned. -guess ya’ll know now too. It’s Xander.- Diamonds allowed all his subjects to greet him casually. So he doesn’t really care if anyone knows his name. His excuse when someone asks him why he’s never told them, the answer is always “you never asked. It’s Xander.” However, that has yet to happen at the circus, everyone just assumes he’s purposefully keeping it secret.

Hand him and baby and he goes dad mode. You can 100% trust this man to hold your child at a party. Always makes sure he’s in eyesight and won’t just leave the room. Doesn’t pass around the baby unless given permission. Always give them back when asked and will punch anyone who just tries to grabs them. Doesn’t argue when the parents says it’s feeding, nap or anything time.

Actually gives genuinely helpful tips about childcare.

“He’s teething? I used frozen fruit and chewing rings. Oh and they are having a hard time sleeping?

Have you tried a sound machine or music? My son could never sleep when it was quiet. Or maybe black out curtains, or a nightlight if it’s the opposite? I have a brand I can recommend.”

Has let Club’s crash in his caravan before. Clubs hates thunder storms.

Clubs: mah bed.

Diamonds: what? What are you doing in here?

Clubs: *climbing onto Diamonds couch and stealing the throw blanket.* mah bed.

Has in fact smacked Hearts whenever he says something stupid or taken a tease too far. Thankfully Hearts can usually tell when he’s taken it too far. But on bad days he needs a good smack.

Is always given stories to watch over that involves kids. He knows how to handle situations when a kid makes a mistake and he has to fix it. Spades normally comes with but he can’t handle stressful last second choices when it comes to kids. He can raise them, and keep them from dying. But anything else is Diamonds department.

Loves caramel apples. That is the one thing he isn’t picky about. When festivals rolled around when he was still king, his subjects knew dang well to always have one ready if he came to one of the stalls. -and pretzels because Genevieve loved those and so Diamonds would always scout out those first for her.- so now whenever he has them it’s kinda bitter sweet… literally and figuratively. His favorites are the green apples with dark chocolate drizzled on top.

Genuinely scared of toads. He hates them. The former king, his adopted father, had taken him to the lake once and never again. A toad had hopped onto poor seven year old Xander’s face when he was napping and scared the heck out of him. Frog’s are fine though. His nickname for his daughter was Froggy.

Yeah he got nicknames for people. Here’s the list.

His wife: Rosie

His adopted daughter: froggy

His son: agnello (Italian translation: lamb)

His guard/best friend: Shield

Spades: Rings -due to the amount of jewelry he wears, especially on his hands.-

Hearts: cowboy

Clubs: ragazzo (Italian translation: boy)

T: Lady Tophat

C: Goldie -because she’s a pirate and ya know… they like gold-

Jay: Bluejay -C’s son for those who don’t know-

And anyone he doesn’t know he calls them “Dear” or “sconosciuta”-feminine Italian for stranger-

Or “sconosciuto”-masculine Italian for stranger-

All in all, he’s just a man going through his angst phase in his 100’s. He’s from the 1600’s of course he’s angsty.

Still buy’s toys he thinks his children would have liked. He just puts them under a floorboard in his caravan.

He also buys jewelry for his wife still, but it goes in an old music jewelry box that he doesn’t open anymore unless it’s to put new jewelry in. It play’s their wedding song.

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We got the angst king out of the way. Asks are open if you have questions about him or the other cards!

Hearts’ facts should be out either tomorrow or Wednesday!

[spaydekingcayde]

HAIL TO THE KING.

Semi-sparse activity.

cayde/spade

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he/it, please do not use they/them for me

evil (not-yet-legally-binding) husband to @meat-pvppet

resident coyote. Goth + metalhead.

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my toyhouse

nebula-10 || pulsar-11 || ace || june || dante ||

the righteous wrath of an honorable man / son of nyx (WIP) ||

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Thank you for understanding.

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i believe in the dignity of all humanity above all else and stand in direct opposition to anyone who will oppose this dignity. and if you are one such person, you are not welcome at my table.

thank you.

[prskcostumes]

Card Costume Directory (Year Four, First Half)

All event cards are placed under their own tag to be grouped together properly, but this list is to help people find the exact costume they might be looking for. The list is in order of release. This post goes from after the 3rd anniversay event (BURN MY SOUL) until the 3.5 anniversary event (Rise as ONE!).

BURN MY SOUL - FLAME OF ENDEAVOR - HOT AIR GIRL - SPARK SPARKLE

Stick to your faith - Resound Sky - Beyond Cloud - Warm Sunshine

The Warmth That Guides Us - Melancholic Modern Girl - Nostalgia Modern Girl - Sentimental Modern Girl

Searching for a Reflection Beneath the Waters - Twilight Embrace - Twilight Seek - Twilight Draw - Twilight Reflect

A Story Where You Are The Star - The Phantasmagoria - Transition Gentleman - Spiral Lady

The Best Picture Wrap! - Hardworking☆Patissier - Fighting Chef - Dreaming Pastry Chef

Sanrio Collab - Apple Picnic Coordination - Relaxing Coordination - Lots of Ribbons & Strawberries Dress - Strolling Cardigan Style - Soft & Fluffy Maid Dress - Stylish Girly Dress

Over Here! Over There! Zookeeper Experience! - Fluffy Police - Fuzzy Police - Striped Police

The Tone Played on That Day - Sailor of Yearning - Sailor of Deep Sorrow - Sailor of Incitement

Colorful Festival - Dreams in Bloom Knitted Style - The Garden's Beautiful Pale-Colored Flowers Style

Next to the Unchanging Warmth - Japanese Style Lolita Fashion - Japanese Style Rock Fashion - Japanese Style Elegant Fashion

BREAK DOWN THE WALL - Lit vivid - Smashing vivid - Fleek vivid - Awesome vivid

Backlight Lens Flare - Intruder:R - Hacker:N - Observer:R

Take the Best Shot! - Devilish Sweet Chocolate - Pure & Elegant Milk Chocolate - Mature & Chic Dark Chocolate

The Courage to Lead, the Kindness in My Heart - General Commander - Aid Uniform - Colonel Uniform

The Scars Left Behind, With Time - SUNNY magician - RAINY magician - CLOUDY magician

Relax Teatime - Fleeting Light Knight Attire - Illuminated Courtyard Knight Attire - Abyss Knight Attire

Keep It Steady, Let's Aim for the Star! - King of Spades - Queen of Diamonds - Queen of Hearts - King of Clubs

The first concerto - Color the past - Cherish regret - Love suffering

Colorful Festival - Come to Life - Kind Brother - Pretty Lady

Rise as ONE! - Naughty Dog - Soothing Dog - Gentle Dog

[ariparri]

The Man from Hearts

The Hogwarts Mystery Cardverse is an AU that takes place in a fantasy land called Cinderhaven. There are five regions, four of them representing a suit of cards; Spades, Clubs, Hearts, Diamonds. The final region representing the Jokers.

HPHM Cardverse Masterlist

Summary: Bill receives an offer to work within the museums of Spades as the new archaeologist. Eager for better work opportunities and to explore more of Cinderhaven, Bill takes the offer and travels to the Country of Spades. While there, he meets the King of Spades and his younger sister.

Warnings: Not proofread (I never proofread TwT), slight angst, mentions of death, harassment and public humiliation, Veruca insulting Bill's hairstyle but not in a cruel antagonizing way.

Tag List: @oneirataxia-girl @akikocho @lifeofkaze @eternalchaoschocolaterain

Word Count: 5313

I ended up dragging this on a bit too much… This was originally supposed to come out last month, but I was so busy with everything going on that I couldn’t work on my art or stories. I’m not used to Bill’s or Rakepick's characters quite yet xD I hope you guys enjoy this one though. I eventually got to go into more depth with Rakepick and why she holds a grudge against Coby and Duncan. She’s bitter because the newer officials are all younger (Coby, Duncan, Orion, Penny, etc.) and easily got their positions while she worked her butt off (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Timeline for my AU is also kind of wack. Just know that Coby and Veruca are ten years apart, Bill and Veruca are about two or three years apart making Bill about eight or nine years younger than Coby. In the beginning of this story Coby is 27, Veruca is 17 and Bill is about 19 or 20.

I have also provided a visual reference for Coby, Veruca and Bill for this story! Bill's hair is messed up on purpose.

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Traveling from the Kingdom of Hearts to other regions for work wasn’t always part of Bill’s plan, yet the curator for the museum he worked for informed him of archaeologist positions open within the other regions. Each region’s history was rich and new knowledge for Bill, yet he didn’t wish to travel too far, so the Land of Clubs was quickly taken out of the equation. Hearts are connected to both Diamonds and Spades, so those two were his obvious options. Though the Diamond Empire was much too interested in their luxury, something Bill and his family didn’t really have, they made do with the love and care they had for each other. And that leaves the Country of Spades. Spades’ history with both science fiction and technology is quite huge with material still undiscovered. Bill would have been crazy not to accept the offer, and the travel cost to Spades was covered by the museum.

And so Bill had accepted the position in Spades. On the train, passing through the mountain path connecting Hearts to Spades, Bill sits alone in a booth reading over the papers from Spades’ museums the History Vault, home of the general history of the country, and the Science Fiction Institute, where all creations and inventions of Spades are held. Unlike in Hearts where he only worked in the museum for the kingdom’s artifacts, Bill has access to work in both the Vault and Institute. It seems there will be more for Bill to discover within the country and his nerves are building it up in anticipation.

The train’s air horn blows signaling the passengers on board of their next stop. Bill quickly gathers his things, placing his papers and within his briefcase. Looking out the window, Bill is amazed by the vast difference to the environment of the country. There’s machinery everywhere. Mechanic animals pulling carriages and carts, the machines mostly in the form of a horse or a giant bird. “Was that an ostrich?” Bill muttered as he watched a giant robotic bird pull a carriage along the streets. Smoke pours out from the steam engine’s chimney pipes as the train slows to a stop on the tracks just by the station’s platform. People filed out of the train as soon as the doors opened, some shoving or bumping into others as they made their way through the crowd. Bill steps out onto the platform, ice grey eyes observing the station until he finds the information desk. With his luggage and passport in hand, the young man makes his way towards the receptionist.

“Next in line!” The receptionist calls and the young man steps towards the desk, immediately handing over his passport and credentials. She takes them, reading over them with little enthusiasm. “Hmm, William Weasley. You came from the Kingdom of Hearts and you’re traveling for work?”

“Yes. I’m here for the archaeologist position for the—”

“Oh you’re the new recruit!” The lady cuts off, “Lady Buckthorn-Snyde has already informed us of your arrival.” She immediately stamps Bill’s travel form and passport for approval, before reaching over to the brochure stand and pulling out a couple pamphlets. “She was very adamant that we make sure your access into the country goes smoothly. Normally, this isn’t a long process, but Lady Buckthorn-Snyde can be an intimidating woman to deal with and I don’t want to be the next person to face her wrath.” She hands over the pamphlets leisurely. “So these pamphlets will help you around the place. One is the map, one is for housing and renting, and the last one is a basic guide for tourists and foreigners. Anyways, enjoy your stay or whatever.” She dismisses Bill after handing him his paperwork before signaling to the next person in line.

Dumbstruck by the quick dismissal from the receptionist, Bill faltered as he gathered his things and left the information desk. He looked around for the exit, head darting left and right before spotting the double doors people were flooding through.

Stepping out of the station the astonishment from before had come back as Bill gazed at his surroundings. The skyline is packed with distinct buildings and towers and their history seems to shine more now than ever. Science and development is flourishing in Spades and it has clearly attracted a lot of attention. From the distance he can see a clear view of the palace, including the factories and the sea behind it. Many different inventions have left their mark not just on business, but also upon the city's identity. A zeppelin, a huge air ship he was only able to see from a very far distance in the Kingdom of Hearts, can be seen flying overhead of the buildings. Just like the trains they built for Cinderhaven, branding the country’s symbol and colors, the Country of Spades was truly magnificent.

A loud screech was heard, causing Bill to snap his attention towards the mechanical ostrich pulling a carriage charging right for him. He jumps back before the bird runs into him. “Oh I’m definitely going to enjoy my stay here.” He chuckles, watching the ostrich continue to run down the street before pulling out the pamphlets of the map and housing. Bill reads through the information on the pamphlet, finding two places closest to the museums, Saxons Motel or Magrath Villa, both for good prices in rent. However since Bill will be residing in Spades for the foreseeable future, having a permanent place to stay would fare better for him. So Magrath Villa will be the first place Bill heads to.

At least he hopes he can get there. Hailing for a cab or carriage has been futile as many of the transportation vehicles passing by are already occupied or simply ignored him. With no luck of getting a ride to Magrath Villa, Bill grabs his suitcase and proceeds down the street. The map the receptionist gave him proved to be useless as there were more than the necessary amount of trails to follow. Maybe he’ll be lucky to get directions from people passing by.

However that also proved to be useless as the people actively ignored him and went about their day. Some even outright refused because he was a foreigner. It seems even in Spades, there is some prejudice against outsiders. Still, Bill tried to find someone who was helpful enough to give him directions. He spots some men carrying boxes and instruments into the music shop up ahead. “Excuse me, gentlemen!” Bill rushes up to them, “I'm looking for Magrath Villa. Would you–“ the men completely ignored him, a couple giving him dirty looks as they haul the equipment into the building, leaving Bill alone on the street-- “hmmm, I guess not…”

A sigh escapes Bill as he has no choice but to try and find Magrath on his own. Lost in his own thoughts a young woman with brown wavy hair rushes by, seemingly excited to get to wherever her destination leads her. The girl accidentally bumped into Bill’s side as she passed him, stumbling a bit before catching herself and continuing onward, spewing out a hasty apology. Taking the chance to ask the girl for directions, Bill calls out to her “Oh wait, excuse me, Miss. Can you please help me–” just as Bill held his hand out to tap the girl’s shoulder, a heavy silver handle in the shape of a wolf landed on his shoulder and pulled him back. The sudden force caused him to stumble a bit as he was turned around. The same silver handle lands roughly on his shoulder again, steadying him. And as he regained his composure Bill looked up at the man before him, bewildered ice grey eyes meeting steely eyes hidden behind blue tinted round shades.

Before Bill had a chance to speak, the man shoved the cane handle under his chin, forcing Bill to tilt his head upward. “Now I’m certain you weren’t just trying to make a move on my sister.” The red head was too stunned to speak. Never before had he ever expected to be caught in a situation like this. From the hard expression on his face down to the accessories on his person and the aura he presents, the man before Bill was effortlessly intimidating.

The man was dressed in a form fitting velvet black suit jacket, a velvet black and white waistcoat with a Jacobean pattern to match. The citrine gemstone on the wolf lapel pin, his blue tinted glasses and the accessories on his hat are the only elements that add splashes of colors to his entire suit. Everything about this man screamed upper class, and that’s when Bill noticed the emblem pinned on the belt of his hat. A silver Spade adorned with a crown. The man holding him hostage in the middle of the street was none other than— “The King of Spades—” The red head sputters, trying to regain his composure as the king glares down at him. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t my attention— I’m new here—”

“Clearly. No Spades wears this amount of red and bears the Hearts crest.” The king remarks with a scoff and a roll of his eyes. He tilts his shades down, peering his vibrant magenta eyes at the red head. Once again, Bill was silenced by the scrutinizing intensity of the king’s gaze on him. What are the chances that Bill would meet the King of Spades on his first day in the country. And already, he’s gotten himself in trouble with the king. Before Bill could come up with a sentence, a feminine voice was heard from behind. “Coby, leave him alone.”

The young woman from before came into view again, she had a frown on her face as she faced the king. ‘She called him by his first name. Is she allowed to do that?’ Bill thought as he watched the king and the girl go back and forth in their banter. “Vera, he was hitting on you!” The king exclaimed, earning an eye roll from the girl now known as Vera. “He already said he wasn’t. For the love of Avis, not every guy is out to get me!”

“You don’t know that. Men can never be trusted!”

“Yeah? What about Carson? Is my best friend not to be trusted?”

“That’s different. He’s family, of course you’re gonna trust him. I’m just saying, all men are animals. Don’t be getting close to any of them!”

“Oh shut up! You do this all the time. You know some guys are afraid to approach me because you’re the king!”

“As they should be! None of those guys are worthy to be in your presence if I have anything to say about it!”

“Would you stop! Oh my lord, you can be so annoying! Why do you—”

“Um excuse me!” Bill’s voice rang out, effectively putting the argument to a halt. The sibling duo stopped and turned their attention back to Bill, still in Coby’s hold. Bill gave them an awkward smile, “Aha, yeah… I’m sorry for the trouble but can you please let me go?” Coby instantly removes his cane away from Bill, returning to a casual stance leaning a bit of his weight on to the cane. “Right,” he cleared his throat, “Apologies for that. Just looking out for my little sister, didn’t mean to rough you up there.”

After clearing up the misunderstanding, Coby had properly introduced himself and his sister, whose name is actually Veruca. Bill returned the introduction, explaining that he traveled to Spades for work and needed directions to Magrath Villa. To Bill’s surprise, Coby and Veruca offered to show them the place. Ignoring his complaints, the sibling duo proceeded to walk in the direction of the villa, leaving Bill with no choice but to catch up with them. The three engage in small talk, with Veruca asking Bill about Hearts to Coby asking why he specifically chose to work in Spades.

“I see,” Coby noted, “So the luxuries of Diamonds would be far too glamorous to what you’re used to. Well if you can get through the day with all the pollution from the factories and engines here, I’d say you’d fit right in with Spades.” He gives Bill a signature charismatic grin earning a small laugh in response from the red head. “Yeah well, Spades’ history is one that intrigues me more than the other regions. Why and how did the people go from actual horses to making machinery of horses?”

“Though, I am surprised to see the king himself walking in the streets without a guard. Don’t you think that’s a little careless? What if you get attacked?” Bill can’t help but wonder how Coby can just roam freely as the king of the region. Not even King Declan left the castle without a courtier following closely behind. It was a big surprise to Bill with how lenient Coby is as a king.

Coby simply hummed, “I could be careless, but I was never really a rule follower. Ironic right, since I’m the king?” He laughed, patting the younger man on the shoulder. “But I don’t like being followed around by a guard every hour of the day. Besides, this one here, hates having our bonding time interrupted.” A grin forms on the king’s face as he taps Veruca’s head with the handle of his cane. He expected Veruca to swat his cane away or hit him back but the younger McQuaid was more focused on their new companion. She had a hard gaze in her eyes as she scrutinized the red head. Bill cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable by the girl’s glare. Coby wasn’t sure what got his little sister bothered, but knowing Veruca, it was either going to be entertaining or insulting.

“I’m sorry” the younger McQuaid halts in her steps, "but who did your hair? It looks absolutely terrible. You really need a new barber." Insulting, Coby confirmed mentally. He wasn’t sure if he should laugh or scold Veruca for her comment. And yet he found entertainment in the situation. A sheepish look was on Bill's face, scratching the back of his head he let out an awkward chuckle, "Aha yeah… my mum tends to chop it off if I let it grow out too much."

An awkward silence followed, Veruca cringing at both her choice of words and Bill’s admittance and Coby shook his head as he sighs. “I’m sorry for my sister’s comment.” Coby spoke up first. “She has the habit of speaking her mind. A good thing so she isn’t pushed around but, in casual conversation she can sound rather insensitive and ignorant.” He ruffles Veruca’s hair earning a shove from her. Fixing her hair up with a roll of her eyes, Veruca turns her attention back to Bill, eyes narrowed in a skeptical gaze. “What, you're not grown enough, so you still let your mother cut your hair?” Her question had earned her a smack to the back of her head by her brother. “You don’t have to answer that.”

It was safe to say, the sibling duo became a central part of Bill’s life in the Country of Spades.

~ One Year Later • Aug. 28th ~

Life in the Country of Spades had gone dim as soon as news of King Coby’s death reached the people’s ears. News stations were competing against each other to make headlines on the cause of the King’s death. Even the people were starting to create their own theories on Coby’s death. Bad gossip and nothing more.

Sitting in the outdoor dining area of the cafe nearby the museums, Bill tossed the newspaper onto the table with a tired sigh, dragging a hand down his face. He had met the King many times and most of them were when he was with Veruca dragging him out of the palace and to places she wanted to go to. From their interactions and seeing how the siblings are, Bill could tell that Coby was a good man. He cared not just for his family but for the people as well. He worked hard with Duncan Ashe, the country’s Chancellor and his best friend, to create Spades’ very own annual event for the people to enjoy and have fun in.

Bill glances over at Veruca sitting across from him. She had been quiet ever since she got to the cafe, staring off into space and in her own world. Bill was worried for her. With her brother gone, and the country making up theories on his death, no one seemed to realize or care how this loss is affecting Coby’s family. Veruca’s parents had already made their statements, choosing to mourn in peace and silence. Veruca on the other hand was sought after by the press every time she left her home. It didn’t help that Coby was assassinated on her birthday five days ago, making Veruca an easy subject for journalists to go after.

Bill pulls out a small rectangular box and slides it over to Veruca on the table top. Veruca seemed to snap out of her daze, curiously gazing at the box before looking up towards Bill. He simply gave her a small smile and nodded his head towards the gift. “A birthday gift.” Veruca’s face scrunched up, “But you already got me a gift, you don’t need to give me another one.” Bill shakes his head, nudging the box closer to her. “I insist. Besides, this one is undoubtedly special to you.”

Veruca was silent again, but seeing how Bill was adamant that she accept the gift, she took the small box in her hands. Just as she removed the top cover of the box, her breath hitched as the contents within was revealed. Inside laid a golden bullet connected to a chain necklace. Veruca instantly recognized the piece of jewelry. Picking up the bullet, she turned it over to see her brother’s name engraved into the pendant. Her green eyes glossed over as she ran her finger over the carved letters. “Where… where did you get this?”

“Lady Buckthorn-Snyde wanted to put it up on display in the Vault alongside the former monarchs’ belongings as another artifact, but it didn’t sit right with me.”

“Wow… of course she would do that.” Veruca laughed bitterly. “I’m surprised you got permission to take it though. I hear that woman is very tough to persuade.” RBill shrugged with a teasing grin, “Well, I never said I got permission.”

“You just took it?” Veruca had an incredulous look upon her face, a lighthearted huff escaping her lips. “Now if only they can find Coby’s cane. That one was actually a family heirloom, it belonged to my great grandfather.” Bill hummed, holding his chin in thought, “I haven’t seen his cane within the Kings’ Artifacts exhibit, but I’ll be sure to keep a look out for it.” Veruca responds with an appreciative smile.

“Well if it isn’t the King’s younger sister, Veruca McQuaid.” A voice calls out, causing the two to look over to see Patricia Rakepick approach their table. At the Ace’s presence, Veruca went quiet again. “Miss Veruca I haven’t seen you since the incident. I am not surprised though, after what happened I expected you would hide away for a while.” The Ace spoke aimlessly with a wave of her hand. The tone of her voice was empathetic, but there was an eerie chill, almost taunting, that followed. “Madame Ace, what a surprise to see you here.” Veruca quietly spoke, barely keeping the older woman’s gaze. Bill noticed Veruca’s reaction, leaving him confused to see her act so small in the Ace’s presence.

“I am merely taking a stroll, then I saw you and I must simply come by to say hello.” Rakepick’s cool demeanor was anything but comforting. Veruca felt as if the air around her was starting to suffocate her. Before Bill could greet the Ace himself, Rakepick’s cold gaze turned in his direction. Upon looking into her eyes, Bill froze, feeling a hitch in his breath. Now he knew why Veruca was so hesitant to face the Ace. The way the woman gazed at him was almost akin to a predator spying on its prey, ready to pounce. The world around him was slowly fading to grey as he maintained eye contact with the woman. The last remaining color Bill saw before everything faded in a sea of grey were the piercing cold blue ice peering down at him.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Questions rang through Bill’s head as he was frozen in place. He’s personally never met the Ace, only heard of her reputation being a brutal yet highly respected member of the court. But upon meeting her now, Bill wasn’t too fond of being in her presence. At least now he understood why Veruca felt so uncomfortable with Rakepick around. He snuck a glance over to Veruca to see her sitting tensely, eyes now casted onto the box he had given her.

A wicked smile graced the Ace’s sharp features, “And you must be the archaeologist the Curator spoke of. William Weasley was it? I see you’re well acquainted with Miss Veruca.” Swallowing the lump in his throat, Bill gave Rakepick a nervous smile, “Hello Madame Ace, that is correct. Veruca is a good friend of mine.” A quiet hum was her response. “I see. Well I do hope that Miss Veruca has been treating you well. She does not seem to realize that her incessant need for company can be seen as distracting and a burden.” Aghast by the accusation, Veruca quickly snapped her head up to Rakepick. “Excuse me?”

Bill shifted in his seat looking just as uncomfortable as Veruca, “I’m not sure what you mean by that. Veruca has been nothing but pleasant since I first came to Spades.”

“I am sure she has. Be careful around her though, Miss Veruca can be very demanding when she wants someone’s attention. Just take the late king for example. Tried to do his job as the country’s king, but his own sister kept getting in the way. Distracting him until, well, it’s all in the news. Everyone knows about it.”

“Madame Ace, that was uncalled for! Coby’s death was not my fault!”

“Was it really? Was it really not your fault that your brother is dead?” Rakepick turns her head back to the brunette, the gaze in her eyes scrutinizing and accusing, “Your brother had a role to play as the king of this country. Yet you constantly interrupt him of his duties, dragging him out of the palace to entertain your silly little ideas.” Veruca shakes her head, looking up at the older woman with a scowl, “That’s not true! I never distracted him, Coby—”

“Are you insinuating your brother was a slacker? That he cared less about his role as King and spoiled you because you are family?”

“N—no! I would never— I never said he—”

“King Coby was perceptive and sharp despite his laidback attitude.” Rakepick silenced her, “If you weren’t at the palace at the time of the assassination, his majesty would have easily detected the assassin. But he was too preoccupied with your presence.” Her eyes narrowed, glaring down at Veruca. “And his majesty couldn’t properly fight off his assailant as he was too focused on making sure you weren’t in the way.” The tension around them was getting heavy, Veruca couldn’t defend herself with Rakepick cutting her off at every chance. The people around them were quietly whispering amongst each other and sneaking glances their way. “But you got in the way, anyways. And now your brother is dead, and the country has no king.”

“That’s enough!” Bill slams his hands against the table, standing up with so much force the chair is knocked back. He steps between the two, shielding Veruca from any more of Rakepick’s torment. A deep frown crosses his features as he holds a stern glare towards the older woman. “Have you no damn shame! Veruca just lost her brother, and on her birthday no less! She doesn’t need you accusing her of something out of her control, have some damn empathy!” At Bill’s outburst, a guard stalks through the crowd ready to dispel the commotion.

“How unbefitting of you, Madam Ace, to be causing a scene in public. Most especially against King Coby’s sister.” An authoritative voice broke through the crowd, silencing everyone around as their eyes turned in the guard’s direction. Erika Rath, the Chancellor’s guard, stands before the three. Her arms were folded across her chest, standing tall and confident as she observed the group with a neutral expression. “It would be wise to control yourself, lest you would like the Chancellor to get involved. He’s a very busy man, Madame Ace, and he has no time to be dealing with your nonsense.”

“You have a lot of nerve to be talking down to me, soldier.” Rakepick snapped towards the blonde. “I should have you put through a restriction and a reduction in grade, for talking back to your superior.”

The expression on Erika’s face was intense, she steps closer to Rakepick, fiery gaze in her eyes, “I report directly to the Chancellor, Madame Ace, not you. And on his order, no one is to disturb the late King’s family as they mourn over their loss. You may be the Ace, Madame, but the Chancellor still ranks above you. You do not want to make him even angrier than he already is with you.” Rakepick says nothing, keeping up with the intense stare down with the guard. A few seconds passed before a cold smile reappeared on her face. “Apologies, Rath. It seems I have overstepped many boundaries today.” The Ace turns her attention back to Bill and Veruca, the two feeling a chill run down their spine as if they felt the older woman peer right through their souls. “My condolences Miss McQuaid. I do hope you can let this whole ordeal go. With the king gone, so many things are going on and everyone is clearly out of sorts.” She spoke with a hand over her heart as a sign of sincerity but there was none in her words. “I’m sure you can understand the stress we are all in.”

Her tone was sickenly sweet, it made Veruca feel sick. She struggled maintaining eye contact with the older woman, only managing a weak nod in response. Rakepick gave them one last icy smile before she left the cafe not even sparing a glance or a word to Erika. As soon as Rakepick was no longer in sight, the heavy tension went away and Bill let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Everyone was urged to continue on with what they were doing by Erika. Though there was an obvious awkwardness in the air. Who can just go back to sipping their tea and eating cakes after witnessing all of that? Erika turns to Bill and Veruca, simply giving them a nod and that she would inform the Chancellor of what had transpired. Bill thanks her and watches Erika leave to continue her patrol.

Once she was further away from them, Bill turned around to face Veruca. She had been quiet the entire time since he stepped in to confront Rakepick. She had a downcast look, and Bill noticed that her eyes were glossy. Her jaw was tightly clenched and he realized that she was trying to hold herself back from crying. Veruca flinches when a hand rests upon her shoulder, she looks up to see Bill giving her a reassuring smile. “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t think she’ll be bothering you anymore, today.” Veruca returns the gesture with a strained smile. “Thanks… you didn’t have to do that, though.” Bill simply waves her off with a shake of his head, “Oh come on, I couldn’t just stand by and let her harass you like that.”

He pulls out his handkerchief and hands it over to her. “Still hard to believe that woman is the Ace of the country.” Veruca hums in acknowledgement, taking the cloth and wiping her tears away, “A foul one, isn’t she? Never really liked her. At least you know the reason why. She has this arrogant aura around her due to her title, and it’s gotten worse since…,” she trails off, eyes glancing around before turning her gaze back to her companion, “well, you know… She started taking the mantle way too seriously, creating more strict policies on everything. Duncan isn’t too happy about her overstepping his authority.”

“I can imagine.” Bill huffs, returning to his seat, “She’s a hard woman to deal with, I give my praise to the Chancellor for lasting this long with her.” Veruca lets out a small laugh before going quiet again, the gloomy expression returning to her face. “Do you think it was really my fault?” Bill looks at her with a reassuring yet sad smile, “No, not at all. It’s an older sibling's nature to protect their younger sibling.” He gently pats her shoulder. “Don’t believe a thing Rakepick says. Coby obviously loved you and was happy to follow you wherever you wanted to go or let you into the palace. And don’t forget, he was willing to chase away anybody who tried to take advantage of you. Even if they were merely asking for directions.” Bringing up their first meeting, hoping it would at least brighten up Veruca’s mood a bit.

Veruca chuckles at that, remembering the encounter. “Yeah, he does have an aggressive way in dealing with creeps.” A surprised gasp comes from Bill, “I’m a creep? Now that’s just hurtful, Veruca.” He frowns, feigning offense and holding a hand to his chest. “And here I thought we were friends.” Veruca rolls her eyes at his comment, “With the shoddy haircut you had at the time, you were definitely a creep.”

“Hey, I told you already my mother was the one that cut it! That wasn’t my fault.”

“No offense to your mother, but you seriously need to get someone else to cut it.”

“Who says I plan to cut it? I’m growing it out. It looks better this way, don’t you think?”

“Well it certainly is an upgrade to your old look. Being an archaeologist pays nicely, huh? Don’t have to worry about your precious hand-me-downs being ruined.” Veruca jests. The two often poked fun at each other’s appearance in a light hearted manner.

A smile breaks out on Bill’s face seeing Veruca brighten up again. Fear, pain and sadness were not emotions Bill had ever associated with Veruca. However after today’s events, he was more open to realizing how much Veruca keeps so much to herself. Veruca hardly had much reason to express any negative emotions, and if she did she kept it hidden, bottling it up so no one ever knew she was upset. ‘The pressure of being the king’s little sister must have gotten to her.’ Bill solemnly thinks, watching Veruca finish up the last of her tarts. With Coby gone, Veruca is much more vulnerable to people with bad intentions. It was obvious with the journalists and then today with Rakepick. Duncan, Wilhelmina and Elroy can only do so much, but they know they can’t watch over Veruca all the time.

“You alright there, Bill?” He must have had a weird look on his face judging by the way Veruca was staring at him. He simply smiled, shaking his head, “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” It was then that Bill made a promise not just to himself, but to Coby as well, that he would stand by Veruca and watch after her. After all, it is in the older sibling’s nature to protect their younger sibling.

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Letters of Blossoming Bonds

Welcome to another entry in the Cardverse AU, created by @ariparri. This story follows a discussion I had with my friend @dat-silvers-girl. It explains the beginnings of Cato and Sarahi’s friendship in the Cardverse as pen pals and how it evolved through their letters to each other. This story also has a brief mention of the Jack of Clubs who belongs to @helenadurazzo. Sarahi belong to @dat-silvers-girl. It was so much fun to brainstorm and write this. I hope you all enjoy!

Also tagging @akikocho​, @nerdyliv​ and @carewyncromwell​

As Cato accustomed to his duties as the Ace of Clubs, he accepted that paper was a central part of the job. Filling out orders, communicating with his lower officers and organizing troops, supplies and munitions were conducted in documentation by written word. Information flowed up and down the chain of command. Everyone in the military was part of it. From the Ace at the top, the officers in between and the many soldiers out and about, each member played a small, yet integral role in keeping the country safe from all threats, foreign and domestic. 

Besides the military, Cato also had authority over legal and judicial matters in his position. He worked in close coordination with his childhood friend and partner, the Jack of Clubs Helena Durazzo @helenadurazzo to draft laws and address national matters, benefitting the best interests of their people, their nation and Cinderhaven as a whole. Warrants, affidavits, case files and other records were handled, with the Ace overseeing many law enforcement investigations over his career. While he had officers below him that helped in carrying out his duties, the Ace had the final approval over many matters that hit his desk. From there, they would be passed up to the Jack and finally His Majesty, King Orion Amari of Clubs.

Fortunately, Cato’s desk was in front of a big bay window that afforded him a panoramic view of the landscape. It sat in his study accessible from his bedroom on the second floor, at the top long end of the Ace’s residence. It had a smaller view than the balcony but it beat having no view at all. Sometimes the Ace would look up from his work to smile and admire the nature outside. That was on sunny days. When it rained, the sound of a billion drops hitting the woodwork kept him at ease as he went through each paper. 

Sometimes among the official correspondence he’d receive each day, there would be small envelopes containing letters from friends and family. The work-related materials came in folders, scrolled parchments and sealed pouches. Cato could tell from which country personal letters were from by the wax symbols that kept the envelopes closed. Those from home bore the mark of the Clubs. But he would also see sleeves with hearts, diamonds and spades, too.

He kept contact with his friends in other kingdoms by writing. Early on into his career, he started receiving letters from someone in the Kingdom of Hearts he never wrote to before - Sarahi Silvers. Cato had knew of the Silvers name from his parents who often went to the Passion Ball up in Hearts. They were friends with a few members of the Hearts’ royal household. Last time he heard, one of the children of the Silvers family had dropped out of college at the bemusement of her mother but found work as part of the help at the royal household. 

In the first few letters Cato and Sarahi exchanged, she explained that she enjoyed tending after the greenery and flowers around the palace over her usual chores as a maid. In his mind, he questioned how she got ahold of him in writing. She kept busy around the Castle of Hearts throughout her day and catching up with the news wasn’t a priority. Cato recognized from the letters that Sarahi was unaware that he was the Ace of Clubs. He debated whether he should volunteer that to her but decided against it. The young leader knew that in such a high place on the latter some common people would find him intimidating, and he resonated with Sarahi’s situation.

She became the royal house’s gardener and befriended the animals around the castle proper. Sarahi often worked alone, but seldom felt lonely because the rabbits and other adorable ones were always there to keep her company as people came and went. Cato also lived on his own in his house in Clubs, surrounded by nature. He enjoyed looking outside from the balcony, watching the birds fly by and the wildlife mill around. Deer with their young, ducklings following the mama duck, and squirrels playing in the trees. These little signs of life made him smile too. The Ace was in touch with nature just as Sarahi was. Since they were kids, nature was among their greatest passions, and they found pleasure in it by their own means. Cato was a curious lad and loved to travel, see more of nature and learn about the cultures of other kingdoms. While work now limited how much he could go out, he still longed to see his friends and reminisce with them. 

Cato and Sarahi were penpals - they shared the aforementioned thoughts with each other through the mail coming to and fro between the Land of Clubs and the Kingdom of Hearts. Sometimes she would ask him about the animals in his country. Growing up in Clubs, Cato was quite knowledgeable on that subject. He explained to his penpal what the local fauna were, how they moved, how they ate, and how they got along with other animals. The Ace was also curious about the animals in hearts, and he would ask Sarahi about them, sharing her curiosity. In fact the Ace and the gardener were also united by the sentiment of leaving their comfort zone to see the world once in a while. 

Alongside animals, Sarahi of course was interested in the other aspects of Clubs as a land too - the towns, the people, the scenery and the history. Until she was comfortable, Cato made a point when he entertained these topics to leave out anything to do with his work. He was still happy to mention King Orion in his letters, but he didn’t dare refer to him as His Majesty to play it safe. A running joke that the two penpals enjoyed was finding out what the King of Clubs thought of a particular animal. After all, it was common knowledge that he was the most level-headed, chillest lad out there. 

With the drama that led to Sarahi becoming the castle gardener for the Hearts’ royal house, she found comfort in writing to Cato. He was someone connected through her family’s social network that she could trust and wouldn’t judge her. Their conversations started out with them discussing their respective kingdoms and her appointment. Cato wanted to tell Sarahi about his life as the Ace of Clubs but he’d have to wait. He was fine with this though, because they wouldn’t be exchanging letters if he shared that first thing. Sarahi didn’t know Cato well when they started writing to each other. She was also quite the anxious sort, and would’ve been scared off if she learned that her new penpal was the Ace of Clubs of all folks.

When considering that, Cato felt it was best to leave his job out of his letters with Sarahi for the moment and be himself. He knew that the impressions of a leading figure like an Ace did not agree with his personality and how he interacted with people. He thought that she was friendly, curious and compassionate like himself, and he had a lot of respect for her as the Hearts palace gardener. Tending to the natural scenery of the palace was a very important job because the royal grounds represented the best of the Kingdom of Hearts and left a strong impression on visitors from all around. The army that Cato led was representative of Clubs and its inhabitants' stewardship and loyalty to their nation and what it stood for. Of course, it was very different in size and scope to tending after the gardens around the Castle of Hearts. But the spirit was universal - Cato cared a lot for his troops and made sure they were well-trained, fed and in good morale. Sarahi made sure the flowers and animals around the Hearts royal proper were happy, healthy and beaming full of life. Their motivations came from love and loyalty. It was these values that helped get their nations through the hardship of the civil war in Spades and beyond. 

However, while letters can do so much, nothing can conquer the magic or emotion of face-to-face contact with fellow human beings. Cato hopes that one day, he and Sarahi can meet in person and catch up with one another. For all his life he grew up in the natural beauty of the Land of Clubs. He has been out of the kingdom a couple times before but a new chapter of life is in store for him - new beginnings. Things have changed. Cato can only imagine how different the gardens at the Castle of Hearts look since the last time he has been there with Sarahi working on them. Finding peace in nature also helps Cato cope with the stresses of the political climate with Spades under Rakepick’s dictatorship and the risk she poses to Clubs and other kingdoms. Seeing is believing, and he looks forward to the moment when he can catch the train up to Hearts to meet his pen pal and take in the sights, smells and sounds of the gardens that Sarahi has put much of her energy into nurturing. 

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Her Countenance was Light - Chapter 17

CW: Deadnaming, implied CSA AO3 ; Chapters: 01. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. Tag list (ask for +/-): @aquadestinyswriting, @hannah-heartstrings, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @babyblueetbaemonster

She buys three snow cones: cola-flavoured syrup on hers, blue raspberry for Thazar, and cherry for Storri. Elo can't help chuckling at King Storri – this serious, muscular man – gripping the paper cone and tiny plastic spade with intense concentration. They carry them through the halls, drawing peculiar stares, to the Council chambers where Thazar is waiting. "Snow cones?" he asks, eyebrows raised. "Snow cones," Elo confirms with a grin. "We can have dessert before main. I got you blue raspberry, I hope that's okay." She hands him the paper cone, knowing full well it's his favourite. He looks baffled for a moment, before accepting it and giving it a lick. Elo glances at Storri, and they share a secret smile.

Lunch starts out well. It's taken in Thazar's personal office, the three of them around a compact, fold-away table. It's nothing fancy – sandwiches of cold cuts and a bit of charcuterie. But it's happily devoured as Elo passes on Farren's update for the Strucker case, and finally explains what caused her to show up in his office covered with mud and engine grease. King Storri seems concerned that his having kept her out late had contributed, but she assures him no harm was done. In return, Thazar admits no one was expecting his Majesty to show up, but they weren't about to do anything to the gift horse, let alone look in its mouth. He gives her the details of the dinner, the announcements they're due to make during it… and then says she must wear a dress. "No," Elo says. "Though I'm there in an official capacity, his Majesty's safety is still my priority. I'll wear a tuxedo." "That is not good enough. Elowyn, you cannot appear in anything less than a ballgown. I know you dislike it, but there are standards to maintain. Your priority during this meal is to be part of the Icelandic contingent and assure people there is no harm in the deals we'll make over the coming days. You must appear–" "Ladylike? No running, no fighting? And if there is a situation – what then? Do I sit back and let the menfolk deal with it? No. I need to be able to move in my outfit." The glower Thazar is levelling at her is nothing short of furious. It's been a while since they've come to blows like this. "Then find a dress where you can," he growls, and Elo is reminded that under that placid, pale exterior lies a skilled swordsman and ballistics expert. Aunt Selene told stories of his sabre work and trap-making, how he ran cannonade during the Great War and of his kill-count. Aunt Sel chose him for those reasons, Elo recalls, not just for his keen intelligence and political acumen. If anything, her Aunt once said, his skill with the blade and its manoeuvres only enhances his ability to slice verbally through his political opponents. But none of that knowing is able to stop her angry response. "No, Thazar, I need a suit." "Featherdown!" His hand booms on the table. The cutlery jangles. She feels the sabre-jab of her deadname through her heart. Elo goes cold and rigid and silent. Her first parents were, in the nicest possible way, a bit hippy-dippy. Flower-children or not, no one deserved to die like they did. The memory of their deaths and her abuse rings through her bones, as Thazar's voice rings through the air. Her hand clenches around the cheese knife. She wants to rage, wants to remind him with a blade that is not who she is anymore, and that is not her name. In her periphery the King's security has detached from the wall, dampening her ardour. "Might your secretary have a recommendation?" Elo says, voice tight, instead of the million things she wants to scream. The Acting Magister pauses, as if he too is corralling all the things he wants to say, and utters instead, "Yes." Elo rises sharply. The chair thuds as it tips over behind her. "Will your Majesty be requiring anything further?" King Storri's gaze flicks warily between the two of them. "Nay." "Until dinner then, your Majesty. Acting Magister." Elo turns sharply and strides for the door. "May I walk you out?" King Storri asks, even as he's rising to follow. "If your Majesty pleases," Elo bites out over her shoulder, even though it's not fair to treat him with the same cold disdain she threw at Thazar.

Outside in the corridor, as she's marching away, King Storri makes the mistake of trying to catch her arm. "Featherdown?" Her wrist is caught by the security agent, the cheese knife inches from his throat. She'd forgotten she was holding it. "That is not my name," she snaps out. The agent flicks her wrist, forcing her to drop the knife. "He has crossed a line. No one has any right to call me that. No one. I am Detective Sergeant Elowyn of Toreguarde, and you will address me as such!" She wrenches her arm away from the agent, though he rightly remains on alert in front of his King. She hates that she is shaking, that tears are standing in her eyes. Behind his agent, King Storri nods. "Very well, Sargent." Elo swallows and blinks as she looks away. "Ma'am," says the agent. "Our shield maidens favour the cocktail dress. The short skirt allows a better range of movement and access to concealed weapons." Elo steps away, throat working as she swallows. "Thank you, Agent."

[proseinborderland]

Omg hello could you please do something on Kuzuryu x reader smut? There is so little content for him and he s such a king (quite literally)

✨🖤 Hi there gorgeous! So, I've been thinking about your request today and the answer is Yes! However, ...

♦️ ...I would like to write the fic with a different pairing. Would Kuzuryu x Lisa (Queen of Spades,) be okay with you? If not, just message me with a few more details about what you're looking for and I'll make it happen!

♠ I love the idea of writing for other Alice in Borderland characters who aren't represented enough within the fandom, but I can't believe I got a Kuzuryu req right after one for Kyuma! It felt odd and refreshing, lol. I also write for Chishiya too, which is common, I know - but always worth mentioning just so that you do ;-)

♦️ I am adding this to my list, though I cannot guarantee when it will be out. We all do this for fun, so I am not going to pressure myself. I'd rather make Kuzuryu fans proud with my naughty story. lol (Should post within a few days.)

♠ Please keep the prompts and headcannons coming, I love them!

♦️ & I seriously love you all! I love this fandom! I love dirty smut! I love writing it too! In fact, I'm going to go write some right now!

♥ If you would like to be tagged in this post let me know.

🖤 Bye Bye!

Q♠ (Kay)

[demonicpiano]

WIP that List

Finally getting around to being tagged courtesy of @coralcatsea and @fireandiceland for the WIP Game List. Feel free to be peek. This could double as a way to get my word-spew organized. Yes, feel free to talk to me/share ideas about any of these.

Assume it's all USUKUS unless stated otherwise. :]

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Free Use AU - Humanverse. Circles around a romantically-based found family trope of the Allies and blanket consent + free use kinks onto Alfred, who is a happy, spoiled pet sub. Currently uploading to AO3 with originally 6 fics planned, but I just recently wrote 2 more. The ideas keep coming.

Tsunyotalia piece - Tsunotalia + Nyotalia. NSFW. After writing Love at First Headbutt I just had a craving for more. May or may not already be written. Just deciding whether to keep it the way it is or stretch it out a little.

TOURNAMENT - Cardverse. One of those pieces that have the Kingdom of Spades competing to be the Queen, as well as winning King Alfred's hand. Fully outlined, writing in progress, but on hold for other projects.

Blindfold - Cardverse. AU of an AU. Idea came to me when I was writing Only a Matter of Time (and Waiting). Since the King of Spades has extremely powerful but cursed time magic in their eyes, they must wear a blindfold. Arthur is a woodworker who has been hired to go to the palace and remodel the King's bedchambers, where they meet and (vague gesturing). Particularly excited to work on it, fully outlined and working on this one right now.

Pirate Cardverse series - Cardverse. PIRATES. Pirate Queen for the Throne of Spades, yes! The series is almost already done. There's definitely one more fic to write, one for nyo!America/nyo!England since I did the other combinations for USUKUS. Not written yet, but planned. I'll have to perish before I don't write it.

✨Might squeeze out another Arthur/Amelia fic, something small and smutty as an epilogue to 'cap' the series.

Vampire Cardverse series - Cardverse. And vampires. Vampire Cardverse. This bastard. This has been in my brain since 2019, and I have so little to show for it. I had a whole giant story/backstories/series to go with it. Rumors are rising in the Kingdom of Spades of vampires, anything to explain inexplicable homicides. Is it really the vampires, or something trying to pin the blame upon the vampires? I got past 20 chapters/100,000 words and I lost the progress I made by doing some stupid overriding save mistake. I still have the outline but have hardly touched it since. Still mourning over it.

ABO Cardverse - ...Cardverse again. Probably typical but too bad—Alfred is an omega but gets the mark/power of the King of Spades. Omega King Alfred, yessir. Outlined, but not yet written.

Skyrim AU - It's Skyrim AU with Canada as the Last Dragonborn. One of the ones with no USUKUS as main focus. Two fics already written, taking place after the main events of the game, but when I continue this series, I plan to go back to the beginning to explore how it all started. Planned, not outlined, not yet written.

Spider-Man AU - SPOOOODER-MAN YES it's all just vibes right now, vibes, vibes, vibes. I have no idea what's gonna happen, no idea where it's going to go BUT ALFRED AND ARTHUR ARE SPIDER-PEOPLE AHHHHHH THWIP THWIP WEB SLINGING KA-POW, KA-POW! Not planned, not outlined, not yet written.

Two RusCan furry fauna bear things - 1) In the city, Matthew works for a sanctuary helping monsters make their way into society and/or out of abusive situations and other harmful situations. One of the people he helps is Ivan, a polar bear guy who is absolutely shut about his past.

2) Matthew is a fisherman who is told not to go through the woods on the outskirts of the village, but circumstances cause him to have to find a new spot, so he risks it and heads through the woods and learns the exact cause of the warnings. Both not outlined, half written.

Everything else is just ideas so far:

-Next part of monsterfucker series, probably going to be a plant-monster/dryad

-Cardverse RUKUS threesome fic

-Nordic 5 Christmas fic that's been in my head for 4 years but haven't gotten to it yet

-Mermaid/Naga USUKUS

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Want to play the tag game? Start talking. 🔫 Yeah, @ you. This is your chance to yap about your WIPs, artist, writer, or otherwise!

[mintytealeaves]

CHAPTER FIVE IS FINALLY DONE

You’re fucked! (12492 words) by PhoenixSunshroom Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Deltarune (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rouxls Kaard/King of Spades Characters: Lancer (Deltarune), Rouxls Kaard, King of Spades (Deltarune), Original Characters, King of Hearts (Deltarune), King of Clubs (Deltarune), Kris (Deltarune), Susie (Deltarune), Ralsei (Deltarune), Hathy (Deltarune), Queen (Deltarune), Spamton G. Spamton Additional Tags: Transmasc Spades, Transfem Lancer, Transphobia, Unwanted Pregnancy, Swearing, Trauma, im new at this tagging thing I’m so sorry, ill add tags as i go, sex mention, Spamton is only there for a sec sorry, Kingkaard comes in eventually I promise please don’t be mad at me, Implied Sexual Content, Child Abuse, dont sexualize your kids, its not ok Summary: (The title is a reference to a song) This is a story about both Lancer’s transition journey and his father’s! Lancer is going back and forth on whether he wants to or not and is worried his dad won’t like that he wants to be a girl. The story will switch POVs each chapter from Lancer to Spades in the past going through a journey of his own.

OMG THIS TOOK FOREVER BUT ITS MY PRIDE AND JOYYYY

@undervaluedagent (Coral already read it, they got early access)