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scorchieart · 2 years ago

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Characters: Clavis Lelouch x F!Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: A snowy night full of schemes and surprises. If you can stay awake, that is.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: My belated entry for @xxsycamore & @voltage-vixen's 'Tis the Season for Love CCC. My excuse for being late? I slept more hours the previous night than I did the past 4 combined. I still wanted to write something for this, even if it won't be counted ^^

Prompt: Sipping hot chocolate and then stealing a kiss

“Up… up… get up…”

The misty voice flitted in and out of consciousness, light and airy, as you battled between obeying or ignoring. While it called to action, it was also mellow and comforting, filled with solace alluring that lulled you back to dreamland no matter the words it formed, as you were more than willing to oblige.

It is most unfortunate that the voice was corporeal.

“Hey, I said get up!”

The downy comforter ripped away in an instant, ridding away with it the cocoon of heat you’d engulfed yourself in all night. Now gone, you feebly wrapped your arms around your form and brought your knees to your chest, squeezing your eyes even tighter as though it would banish the brittle cold.

For a moment, it actually seemed to be working. A gentle warmth sprouted from your arms through your chest and up to your face. You could see flutters of movement from behind your eyelids, and you opened them one at a time, blinking heavily to parse through the darkness.

The first thing you noticed was that you were now sitting up. The second was the thick woolen sweater hanging over your neck and still-entangled arms, as though it had been forcibly thrust over your head. The third thing you saw, somehow after the other two, was Clavis’s beaming face inches away from your nose.

“Aha, at last! Hurry now, it’s just started!” he said. Leaping off the bed, he tossed you a pair of matching wooly socks and crossed to the door at the other end of the room. Curiosity powered through the grogginess, and you managed to wrestle the sweater correctly through your arms and slip on the socks before following him.

Still unadjusted to the darkness, the short bursts of midnight blue seeping in through the high windows and Clavis’s repeated chirps of “Hurry, hurry!” played your guides down the hall. More than once you walked straight into a wall column or snagged your sock on the rug, but the increasing giddiness in Clavis’s voice kept you advancing.

“Not your best time,” he said when you finally caught up with him. He stood atop a staircase, tapping his foot as you shuffled up the last few steps.

“If you’d told me where we’re going, I’d have made it faster,” you panted, clutching the stitch in your side. The midnight excursion took you to the opposite wing of the palace. The fact that you even made it all the way here without a torch and just out of bed surprised yourself, at least. “What time is it?”

“The time when the stodgy dream and visionaries scheme.”

“Did you just call me stodgy?”

“I have said nothing of the sort. I am only guilty of opening your eyes.” His face broke out in a conniving grin as he extended his arm. “Feel free to pass judgment after I’ve shown you.”

Even though you both knew you would accept in a heartbeat, you still allowed a few moments to pass before resting your hand over his. Your own version of a punishment, you thought, and the sight of his handsome features resting contentedly as he squeezed your fingers told you he understood.

“Right here, now,” he whispered, leading to a grand doorway and pushing through with his free arm. The ancient door scraped heavily across the uneven floor, but Clavis never lifted his eyes from yours as he heaved it open, gliding you both through when it was at last wide enough. The room itself was unremarkable, with thick sheets of dust coating heaps of forgotten furniture, peeling wallpaper and dust bunnies the size of actual bunnies limply trotting along as you passed, and a broken antique chandelier swaying ominously from above. But what immediately caught your attention was the enormous window that took up the entirety of the far wall and the glittering snowfall peering through, casting dancing shadows through the dusty air.

“Oh, Clavis…” you began, but were immediately cut off as he pulled you farther into the room. Arranged in a small section at the foot of the window, which you noticed had been methodically scrubbed clean, were two puffy chintz cushions and a large tea tray laden with various overflowing bowls and two large mugs covered with saucers. He quickly sat you down on one of the cushions, pressed a mug into your hands, and offered a bowl of what looked like tiny brown marbles.

“Chocolate-covered cherries?” he said, popping one in his mouth. “Sweet and sour, like my schemes. Or perhaps a chocolate almond — those have a nice crunch. And chocolate-filled dates just melt in your mouth…”

He was speaking in fast succession, lining bowls from the tray in neat rows in front of you. You wondered how he got the idea of covering things in chocolate, and soon felt a sinking sensation in your stomach.

“Clavis, you didn’t accidentally flood the kitchen in chocolate, did you?”

Clavis blew a small raspberry, sat back in his cushion, and uncovered his own mug. “Preposterous. As if my genius creations could be the result of mere accident.” But you noticed how his gaze trailed out the window as he took a swig. “Try one, won’t you? Or at least warm up with the hot chocolate. Your hands are freezing.”

You kept your eyes on him as you plucked a treat from one of the bowls and bit into it. A gush of sweetness spread across your lips and you found yourself smiling unconsciously at the strawberry that peeked through the chocolate border. The same sweetness you felt as you continued to stare at him and how the snow reflected in his golden eyes.

The room was still very cold, but your heart swelled at the sight. The cup was warm in your fingers. The hot chocolate scalding on your tongue.

“It’s cold,” you said.

Clavis’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Impossible, I just poured it. Here, switch with me.”

You giggled, inching your cushion until your elbows were touching. “Not the drink.”

You could feel his arm tense even through the thick fabric of the sweater, but he had turned back to look out the window. “Sneaky girl,” he muttered as he raised his mug again. You set your own mug down and wrapped your hands around his left arm, gently prodding it into your lap as you too stared outside.

The snow descended in massive clumps, swirling and swerving in a hypnotic trance as a howling wind whipped across your view. Sometimes the movements were uniform, like watching paint dribble down a navy canvas, only for the scene to jumble and shake as though the entire paint can splattered onto the window. You figured you must be up in one of the highest turrets as the misty fog was so dense you could not make out the palace grounds. Your only guess to how much had accumulated were the ever-growing lumps of pure-white piling softly on the windowsill. You threaded your fingers through Clavis’s, twiddling the silver band on his finger. He rested his cheek atop your head. Would this be how the years together would pile up in turn, you wondered.

Visionaries scheming echoed through your mind. Every day that passed by at his side, the term felt less like a threat and more a promise.

“Elysian,” you said, running your thumb across his freezing knuckles. Even after that previous sip, your mouth felt just as cold.

“I agree,” he breathed into your scalp. “A sight like this only happens once a decade, I’d wager.”

“No, you’re not seeing what I can.”

He lifted his head and leaned forward. “What, where? How can you see anythi—”

It was like kissing a block of ice. A blotch of chocolate lingered on his cheek as you slowly pulled back, and Clavis’s face morphed from frosty pink to ghost white before finally blooming into the most brilliant red as he blankly stared back. A sight, you wagered, once in a lifetime.

“Right here,” you said with a smile.

With this, I think I've reached my romance quota for the year.

Tagging:@atelieredux @queengiuliettafirstlady @violettduchess @venulus @thewitchofbooks @leonscape @rhodolitesrose @venti-tangents

If you would like to be added or removed from my tag list, please send me an ask or a message.

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #clavis lelouch #ikepri clavis #scorchie writes #’tis the season for love #’tis the season for love content creation challenge

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nurbsfirby · 2 years ago

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ChaoticSimlish's Chaos CAS Shuffle (aka the CCC Shuffle)

Rules:

Take a playlist of your choosing OR your liked songs on Spotify and shuffle it! (It’s best if it has some good variety on it)

Use those songs to craft a sim in CAS! They decide what kind of sim you make based of the vibes, lyrics, etc

Post your five songs along with your sim!

Feel free to tag others!

Thanks to @druidberries for tagging me I really enjoyed this and I loved seeing your sim too. ♥ I also chose my liked songs thinking it would give me more variety (spoiler - it didn't).

Cynical - Blink 182

I'm Not Okay - My Chemical Romance

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

Pity Party - Melanie Martinez

Without You - Kid LAROI & Miley Cyrus

Ash Smith - Did someone say emo? Teen sim, she's a loner and chronically gloomy. I absolutely love her!! (look how cute her little socks and shoes are!?!) & isn't her shirt giving off major Melanie Martinez vibes?

#ts4 #ts4mm #ts4 screenshots #ts4 mm #ts4 cas #the sims #the sims 4 #the sims community #maxis match #new simblr #simblr #sims

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mitamicah · 1 year ago

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Ohhh if you are still doing that music ask game 👀👀👀👀

🔍📚🎤🦋💭 :3

This will probably the last one of it since people seems to have moved on x'D

You got: Spaceman by Electric Callboy 👀

youtube

🔍- how did you find the song?

It was a mixture of a German friend recommending the band and me getting interested given the whole 'CCC sounds similar to We Got the Moves' thing going on after UMK that got me to check out the band so while having spotify on shuffle through their discography this song came on and I was hooked!!!

📚 - what would your middle school (or equivalent) self have thought of this song?

I would either have had to take a few listens to get it or immediately vibe with it: no inbetween x'D

🎤 - would you sing this song for karaoke?

Probably not - I don't trust myself to belt lik Nico or to growl like Kevin :'D

🦋 - is this song a part of a musical phase you were going through at some point? (e.g. emo phase, indie phase, first-discovering-music-on-your-own-in-your-youth phase)

Since I only discovered it 5-6 months ago I guess it's part of this 'European wierdos making music is a vibe actually' phase I am in rn x'D hahahaha

💭 - does this song remind you of someone? if yes, who?

Probably the friend that showed me the band ^V^

Thank you for the questions :D

#good pick i'd say spotify :3 #replies

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pianocat939 · 2 years ago

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I loved how you played clotted cream in your last story and gotta see more yandere clotted cream!

May I request a yandere!clotted cream x cleaner reader? Like they are used to cleaning up after the council after meetings and basically cleaning around the main building and the meeting room and places like that? Just a sucker for high class x low class ships sometimes!

I always foam at the mouth every time I read upper class x lower class. It’s just a perfect dynamic for dark/horror genres.

All my requests are taking forever to answer…makes me kinda angry at myself for some reason

Tw: Financial issues, mentions of loan sharks, mentions of illegal immigration, MC gets taken away from family due to debt issues, strawberry jam (blood), power difference (kinda subtle), this version of Clotted Cream is very different from the last time I wrote him, Clotted Cream looks at personal information

Dirtied hands

In the early morning, the sky still a pale dark blue, a cleaner clutches a rag with a bucket in the other hand. Their hands efficiently erase the dust that clings onto the table, making the table shine in glory: a needed aspect in the meeting room of the Elders and Consul.

Y/n Cookie, a regular cleaner that lives within the Creme Republic. Someone who always had a normal life, and wishes to continue living that way until their demise. A job that doesn’t bring attention to them, only to the things they clean is perfect for someone like them.

Yet cleaning can be quite demanding sometimes.

Everyday they have to clean so many rooms, and not just a quick sweep either. Since it is the building that the leaders of the Creme Republic meet and reside in, they have to make sure it’s satisfactory for the higher class. Which is tiring for the body and mind.

There are some benefits though; a surprisingly good pay, being distant from those around, and being able to touch the glamourous architecture makes up for most of it. Well, enough to be tolerated would maybe be a more suiting word.

Y/n Cookie sets down the rag and bucket, proceeding to hold a broom for the next act. They sweep all the dirt and hair into a pile, creating an ugly sight for the eyes. Grabbing the dust pan as they let the broom fall, they sweep up the grotesque mount of grime.

What beauty the role of being a cleaner has...

Just then, someone opens the door, tall stature sauntering in. “Pardon me cleaner, I think I have forgotten my pocket watch have you seen it anywhere?” He asks, a charismatic smile forming on his attractive face.

Y/n Cookie blankly blinks for a moment before shuffling through their bag settled on the floor. After a few seconds, they fish out a brass-colored pocket watch, the intials “CCC” inscribed in lovely cursive on the back. They hold it out to him, eyes still blank with any emotion.

“Why thank you! How kind hearted you are—most steal such quality of watch!” He cheers, recieiving the item with one of his needles. He lightly laughs in a light-hearted manner, but his eyes show no light in them. “Know that I, Clotted Cream Cookie, is indebted to your service.” He turns around, walking off while his cape flutters behind him.

As he leaves, Y/n Cookie shuts the door, frowning as they do so. “Of course, because I’m a cleaner he thinks I’m going to steal his watch. I am not a beggar thank you very much.” Mumbling venom, they go back to their cleaning.

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The evening stars dance in the navy blanket of the sky, twinkling brightly as the moon rises amongst them. Most cookies are now in their homes, letting the night roll through. Yet upon the streets of the Republic, is a cookie who still hasn’t arrived home since the early morning. Their body aching from the nonstop cleaning. Thankfully, another cookie will be cleaning tomorrow so they won’t have to go for the next few days; barely enough time to rest and relax all the stress away.

They finally arrive at their house, sluggishly taking out the key and unlocking the door. They turn on the lights, the darkness instantly washing away as the brightness pierces the vicinity of the room. Settling down their items on a plush sofa, they seat themselves on the furniture lazily, releasing the tension that was trapped inside their body all day.

“Berries? Are you awake?” They call out, tilting their head to see if the other inhabitant of the house is nearby. A meek bark replies, a small blueberry cake hound sauntering over to its owner—Y/n Cookie. It hops onto their lap, nuzzling against their lower abodmen. “Sorry I was gone for so long, I hope the neighbor’s pets kept you company.” Y/n Cookie slowly strokes the hound’s head in a loving matter.

It barks once more, making small circles on their legs before settling down. “At least I have the next few days off; maybe we can go to the nearby park for a while.” They lean their head back, eyes staring up at the ceiling in contemplation. “Just a little more time Berries...Then we can go back to the Hollyberry kingdom.” The hound’s ears perk momentarily before flopping to its sides.

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‘Xxxxxx Xxxxxxx

Xxxxxx Xxxxxxx

Y/n Cookie’

Clotted Cream holds the list of employees in his hands, eyes narrowing at the sight of one cookie’s name. “File number 678…” He mutters to himself, opening the file cabinet adjacent to him. His needles sift through the files, stopping when they reach their target at the number ‘678’.

When he opens the file, he skims through the text, trying to figure who exactly Y/n Cookie is. The profile is mostly the normal things; age, occupation, name, and so on. Yet at the very last line, it states, ‘Citizen of the Hollyberry Kingdom’. How odd. Those of Hollyberrian descent are always registered as citizens of the Republic. So why would this plain little cleaner be a citizen of the Hollyberry Kingdom?

He turns the page to see another paper of data and personal background. ‘Immigration papers approved, has a debt of XXX before able to return. Parents are both Hollyberrian. Taken away due to financial issues.’ His eyes widen the further he reads the text; realizing that Y/n Cookie was taken away and is now living in the Creme Republic in illegal circumstances.

“My, my...Looks like I’m going to have to confront this plain little cleaner soon enough.”

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A few days after the pocket watch incident, Y/n Cookie is once again cleaning. Today, they are assigned to clean Clotted Cream Cookie’s office. It’s quite messy, as if someone had been desperately trying to research something. Files and papers are scattered about the desk, a notepad has writing scratched all along the pages; clearly indicating the distress the person must have been in.

They sigh, realizing they’ll have to sort the papers and do the regular cleaning. “I should get paid more for cleaning this room.” Quickly getting to work, they start to sort through the papers, putting them into their individuals piles and files. Most of the papers are information about the immigration and regulations of the borders. Seemingly normal things for the Consul to research about.

At the bottom of all the clutter, lay a file labeled ‘678 Y/n Cookie’. Curious, the cleaner reaches to open the bundle, only for a loud slam of the door interuppting them from doing so.

“Cleaner~ How are you? Doing well I hope?” Clotted Cream questions, walking towards them with his hands behind his back. Y/n Cookie doesn’t speak, only nodding before returning back to their cleaning. “Apologies for this mess. I was checking some immigrant rules since there have been some illegal crosses from the Hollyberry Kingdom lately.” He walks over to the desk, shuffling through the piles and putting them back into the cabinets.

Meanwhile, Y/n Cookie stares at the ground, unmoving like a statue. He possibly couldn’t have found out, right? And even if he did, he would most likely send them back to the Hollyberry Kingdom. They slowly relax and continue on cleaning, trying to distract themselves from the smile plastered on his face.

His eyes creepily observe their movement, taking note of their obvious discomfort. Finding it adorable that the ever-so-silent cookie is terrified because of a simple mention of illegal crossing. He wants see more—more expressions.

Watch out little cleaner, the Consul has come for you…

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“I see…We’ll miss having your presence around!” The manager of employees speaks, giving a small smile to the Hollyberrian.

Finally, Y/n Cookie has managed to save enough money to pay off all the debt and go back to their home in the Hollyberry kingdom. They’ve been gone for a few years now: only being able to communicate with their loved ones through letters. But that doesn’t matter anymore. They can finally leave this Republic and drink all the juice they want when back at the motherland.

“I will be off now, I hope you have a wonderful day.” They quietly leave the room, trying hard to contain a smile.

When they step out into the courtyard, a large grin couldn’t help but appear. After all their hard work and suffering they can finally live a life of liberty! They softly squeal, “Haha! I’m going back! I’m really going back!” Their body wiggles in excitement.

As they cheer in what seems like the empty courtyard, a certain green-eyed male watches them with ecstasy. First uncomfortableness, next happiness; what else could be unlocked within them? Oh how he wants to see them all!

Yet there’s problem that has risen now. The audacity of thinking they’re going to get back safely—ugh how it blackens his heart! He can’t let them go after witnessing their true beauty and emotions! He needs to keep them here in the Republic!

Not to worry, he wasn’t elected Consul for nothing. All he has to do is turn a few keys, pay some money, and jyajan~ they’re right in his arms. (Jyajan is another form of ta-dah btw)

Little cleaner, he’s getting closer…

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In the Hollyberry kingdom, far away from the Republic, resides a town just outside the capital city’s walls. In the vicinity of this town, berry bushes line up all around the paths, and barrels upon barrels litter the residents’ homes.

One family in particular has juice barrels in the cellar that stack up so high, it reaches the ceiling. This household is known all around the Kingdom for their famous juice. Their wealth grows year by year as more cookies buy their products. After all, rarely could someone resist the temptation of the dark red liquid.

Despite their current status, it was only until recently have they reached such goals. Before, they were an average juice making company; average taste, average price. It was enough to go by, but it certainly could have gotten better. Unfortunately, it seems as though fate had other plans for them.

One year, a horrible disease killed most of the bushes, causing a great decline in exports. With most of their harvest being cut, they had to buy from others. Which ended up with them making a deal with loan sharks.

As punishment for not being able to pay it off in time, a young member of the household got taken away. Leaving the family terrified of what might happen next. So, they decided to improve their business with lots of research.

After a few months of testing and surveying, they made a breakthrough in juice production. Not only did it taste absolutely delicious, but the amount of berries needed to make the juice is a lot lower than the previous product.

Soon enough the money started to pile in, enabling them to successfully pay off all the debt; however, the one that was taken away still resides in the Republic. As much as they wanted to help, the Republic was very picky on their immigration and visitors: stopping them from helping the lost Y/n Cookie. The most they could do was send letters and hope they come back to the motherland.

When they heard news of them coming back they were greatly overjoyed. No more worries! Just staying at the plantation, enjoying each other's company.

Too bad little cleaner attracted their demise.

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The Consul is viewed as society's pride and joy; and yet here he is hiring someone to initiate crime. “As soon as they fall asleep I want you to drug them and bring them back to the Republic.”

“Along the edge of the land or…?”

“Leave them along the port, I’ll retrieve them myself.”

“Ok. And you’ve already paid my debts?”

“Of course. No Consul could dirty their record.” His charming smile? More like meet-your-end smile.

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Clotted Cream Cookie sits at the side of his bed, monitoring the cookie before him. He hesitantly caresses their hair, tenderly feeling the strands. His arrogant character replaced by a softer presence. The room is silent, only the soft hisses and clicks of movement accompany his troubled mind.

“Dearest, wake up. It’s time for you to awaken~” He pleas, shaking their body a little. The cookie grunts in discomfort, slowly opening their eyes. Clotted Cream smiles, leaning in closer to the point their faces almost touch. “Good morning.”

“Huh…? Oh, yeah…Good morning.” They look around, recording their surroundings. “This isn’t my bed…And why are you here?” Slowly descending into confusion, they start to take a grip on the situation. “Why do I feel so sick?”

The soft morning light burns their eyes, making them squint in discomfort. The bedroom definitely isn’t theirs, and shouldn’t Clotted Cream be back at the Republic?

Wait…

Why is he here?!

Panicking finally pumping into their veins, they stammer, “Wha- I should be- I should be back at Hollyberry kingdom! Why are you here?! You shouldn’t be here! You belong in the Republic!” As they frantically look at his face, he puts a finger to their lips.

“You’re panicking. It’s going to ruin your health; calm down. You’re fine, I promise you.” He leans back, taking off his finger while doing so. Y/n Cookie watches in shock before snapping back to their usual demeanor. Well, as best as they can after all, they are drugged.

“Consul. Where am I?” Their words slightly slur, indicating the side effects of the drug. Clotted Cream doesn’t answer, now a frown on his face.

They slide out from the bed and stand on the solid ground. “Answer me. Where am-”

“I wouldn’t suggest asking anymore, dearest. You illegally crossed into the nation, now you must pay the price. Your punishment is to be forever bounded and monitored by me.”

He jerks towards them, eyes blown-wide from insanity. “Little cleaner, you may not smile or frown, but I know; deep inside your heart you weep tears of loneliness…Something I want to see exposed for me.” Y/n Cookie looks at his hands, only to realize that there’s jam on it.

Not even a Consul grand as he can stop from wrath of impurity.

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THE. ENDING. TOOK. AN. EXTRA. 3. DAYS. Listen, I put lots of effort into this. It’s definitely my longest one I’ve written so far. Yes, it’s messy and I’ll probably edit it sometime this week.

But you have to applause for the time I spent into making this. (Tbh it’s kinda on me because I just really love the social class difference trope)

I’m trying to improve my fics but it’s so hard to organize I swear.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed.

- Celina

#cookie run #yandere cookie run #yandere #yandere x reader #cookie run kingdom #clotted cream cookie #Yandere clotted cream cookie

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ave-immaculata · 3 years ago

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How is rape evil when you protect pedophiles in your church hahahahaha! You shuffle pedo priests around to prevent them from seeing justice! And of course nicaragua is catholic, no wonder people want to escape that rotten place. Youre a hypocrite secretly aiding pedo priests

Rape and abuse are grave evils. The Catechism of the Catholic Church affirms this. CCC 2356 describes it doing injury to justice and charity, saying that rape deeply wounds the respect, freedom, and physical and moral integrity to which every person has a right. It causes grave damage. Please pay attention to the following line which I will quote verbatim from the aforementioned paragraph.

"Graver still is the rape of children committed by parents (incest) or those responsible for the education of the children entrusted to them."

You or I may not approve of how the Church has previously dealt with Priests facing accusations of such evils, but you must acknowledge that Church teaching directly condemns the actions of any such abuse.

Demonstrate how I personally have assisted in assisting Priests accused of grave evil, if you could.

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insertdragonpun · 3 years ago

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It's been around four years since I last DMed. I think it would be fun after every session to record it here on tumblr.

A party of three in the city of Plathia in the kingdom of Melve all receive acceptance letters the the Crested Canyon College of Magic.

Two of them are halflings, one a stout the other a light foot (i forget the actual names of the races) the other is a rock gnome.

Stout halfling is a eldritch knight, light foot is a illusion wizard as well as a charlatan and con man, the gnome is an arcane trickster who may or may not be completely insane.

They plan to leave Plathia and travel through the hills surrounding the town and near midnight woods, a forest stuck in an eternal night with an odd force in the center. But on foot it is a week long journey and they only have three days to get there.

The stout halfling and the gnome decided to steal some ponies from one of the nearby horse ranches that litter the hills. The gnome is caught trying to steal some equipment from the shed by the orc horse-master. While the Stout halfling is searching for properly sized horses.

The gnomes trys the run but gets caught, trying to bribe the orc, who speaks no common, with gold he gets tossed down a hill. The stout halfling takes advantage of the orc being distracted and tries to steal three miniature horses, but he startles them and they run. He then successfully takes three Shetland ponies, don't ask where they came from idk, and takes them through the city to their meeting point.

The light foot halfling however is making bank as he cons three separate business owners and ends up making around 96 gold.

The travel for three days, one the first night they rest the see nothing. On the second night they rest the light foot halfling notices a rustling sound, like leaves crunching twigs snapping and the shuffle of feet, or feathers.

On the third day of travel the are ambushed by a group of aarakokra theives, being from Plathia, a city practically built on the theives guild, they try to defuse the situation in theives cant but fail.

Battle insues and they kill 3/5 of the theives the other two flying away after being clearly outmatched.

While going through their newly acquired loot a half-orc half-elf sneaks through picking up gold and one of the ponies to sell.

They arrive to the city of Syra, a heavily religious city but one that disregards the religion of the kingdom as one. Calling it a sham or false diety. When they arrive the see the Orc-elf selling off the gnome's pony. And after confusing the poor thing she joins the party as a monk and the only one who can reach tall shelves.

The gnome, who made saddles for the ponies very skillfully, makes a bag for the orc-elf to carry him around in.

The three magic uses + the monk travel to the CCC of magic and after exploring for a bit they go through orientation and get separated off to their class.

At the end of the quarter they've all grown familiar with one of the Professors: Prof. Willow the aarakokra eldritch knight. The stout halfling finds her dead in the class room with the other two (three since the orc-elf carries the gnome) trailing behind him.

After some illusions of unknown origins they are chased out of the college to Kratzen, a farming town that focuses a lot on the kingdom's religion. The Guardian.

Welcome to Murder in Melve

#im sk tired #the orc-elf is the girl's first character who is completely jacked #her dump stat is a 14 #what #her first role ever was a nat 20+4 #also thought I'd mention that the gnome is the orc-elf's dad #the players not the characters #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dm #DM #worldbuilding

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princesith · 5 years ago

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tagged by @angelheadache ty 💘💘

rules: you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to! so put your playlist on shuffle and then list the first 10 songs you get! no skipping!

1. sick - salem

2. crimson and clover - tommy james & the shondells

3. claire de lune - claude debussy

4. un sospiro - franz liszt

5. rocking the boat - ice nine kills

6. bidi bidi bom bom - selena

7. ccc gelato beach ver - slime girls

8. Макдоналдс - lena katina

9. a little something refreshing - no doubt

10. all about us - t.A.T.u.

i tag: @depengu @tenjis @davidsylvians @heavenlynobdy @seeu @lizz-onya @conchacutie @xochilbara

#ofc don’t do it if you don’t want to #ugh this is the reason no one passes me the aux cord

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scarletlotus182 · 5 years ago

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Melt and Dantes?

Ah yes, my wife and my husband~

Meltryllis~

Favorite Thing About Them: The knife legs? The tsundere attitude? Probably the overwhelmingly strong desire to change herself and do something good in FGO. Seeing her change from the unfeeling sadist that hunted Hakunon down for sport in CCC to the Meltryllis that would sacrifice herself for the sake of her love in FGO really made me proud of her. She still has her pride, and likes to pretend she’s the same unfeeling Alter Ego monster she’s made out to be but she’s really learned how to be human and for fuck’s sake I just want her to be happy ;_;

Least Favorite Thing About Them: As much as I love her design and how cool she looks, I really hate that metal bikini strip she’s got goin’ on. Melt, honey, put a skirt or some shorts on please

Favorite Line: ”As long as you keep smiling, I’ll be on your side. I won’t run away, no matter what”

brOTP: Melt&Passionlip which I think’s a bit obvious lol

OTP: Melt/Gudako or Melt/Tristan

nOTP: Melt and basically any one else from CCC or the CCC event. She doesn’t really get along with others ^^”

Random Headcanon: I feel like Gudako manages to convince Melt to dance for her and it’s become a weekly ritual for them to sneak off so Melt can give a little ballet recital (i think that’s right?) for Gudako. Melt get’s very flustered at the mountains of praise Gudako gives her every time

Unpopular Opinion: I don’t think I really have any for this character? I think it’s dumb that they used a figure of Male Hakunon in her Bond CE and I also think that Melt’s always been a good- top/high tier servant. Quick cards aren’t bad, y’all just dont know how to play anything outside of brain dead Buster Decks

Song I associate with them: I can literally only think of one

Favorite picture of them: I’ve been trying to just stick to official art here but there isn’t a lot of content of her and honestly I’m just mad she didnt get an anniversary CE

Edmond Dantes~

Favorite Thing About Them: Literally every thing. Dark, troubled man with a hidden soft spot is my actual weakness. Coupled with his cool/edgy design (dangit grampa fans dont interact) and that fucking A+ voice- he just- listen, there’s rarely a MALE character that checks all my boxes like this, okay?

Least Favorite Thing About Them: I get it, he looks like the Dingle Crumpus man, I don’t care, he’s hot, let me have this.

Favorite Line: ”I can be a tiny light of hope... To an innocent person- who fell into a terrible trap”

brOTP: Dantes&Jalter are absolutely best friends and would never admit that to anyone, including each other.

OTP: Dantes/Haydee, Dantes/Amakusa, Dantes/Me-

nOTP: Dantes/Nightingale is weird and I super didn’t care for that manga

Random Headcanon: Dantes inexplicably gets caught up in third wheeling with Jalter and Salter a lot. No matter how hard he tries to avoid it, his two idiot lesbian friends are gonna drag him (and maybe amakusa some times) to an iHop at 3 am.

Unpopular Opinion: Shut up about Dangly Ropes! Also like Melt, Dantes has always been an amazing servant, but like, even better than Melt. Just learn how to play Quick Teams!!!!!

Song I associate with them: Okay I actually don’t have a song for him, thanks to my dumb brain I forget songs once I stop listening to them 10 times a day and the ones on my shuffle rn are definitely NOT songs that would fit him

Favorite Picture of them:

#ty for these!#noise-sama

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septic-dr-schneep · 7 years ago

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Hey Patient! Hows the next chapter of In Times of Need coming? :D

You’ll be happy to know I just finished it!

JSE Fanfiction - In Time of Need (Part 10: Instinct)

Summary: With the others critically wounded, Jameson and Robbie are forced to take charge and call out for help.

It wasn’t normal for Marvin, Schneep, and Chase to be sleeping like this;Robbie was certain of that. This mysterious state called “sleeping” had alwaysbeen a mystery to him. Chase had once awkwardly tried to explain it as goingdead and then waking up the next morning, but he wasn’t able to answer Robbie’squestions about why they weren’t more like him when they woke up.

It hadn’t really mattered in the long run; Robbie didn’t have theattention span to keep prying about the topic. In fact, he’d nearly forgottenhe’d ever asked until that night. Sometimes, when he was wandering down thehalls late at night, one of the bedroom doors would be ajar and he would nudgeit open, squeeze through the narrow opening and pad up to the bed to check onthem.

Most of them were still enough to be dead—Marvin had a tendency to twitchand fidget which unsettled Robbie—but their chests still rose and fell, and sometimesthey made little purring noises that the zombie liked. If he’d dared, hewould’ve touched them to know if the purrs felt like a kitten’s but the onetime he’d tried it on Jackieboy, he’d startled awake and scared Robbie half todeath, so he’d opted not to do it again.

This wasn’t that kind of sleep. When Marvin had dozed off standing up,Robbie had surged forward to catch him. It hadn’t been too difficult but whenMarvin was slumped against his chest, he found that he was wet and sticky,smelling primarily primarily like salt and blood, so he let him slide to thefloor. Chase was already fast asleep, sprawled out on his side with blood thickin his hair, streams of it trailing across his face onto the linoleum. As soonas Jameson had his cell phone in his hands, Schneep promptly slumped facedown tothe floor and went to sleep too.

“No, no,no, wait!” Jameson burst out, kneeling next to Schneep and patting his cheekhurriedly. Schneep must fall asleep very quickly, because he didn’t respond andJameson mouthed a curse that didn’t register on his speech slides as he lungedback to his feet. “How do I operate this confounded widget?! Robbie, isthere any chance you…?”

Shuffling around Marvin to meet Jameson halfway, Robbie peered closely atthe device, his milky eyes lighting up as he saw the familiar icons. “Snap!Snap!” he exclaimed, to which Jameson shook his head helplessly.

“Snap? Whatis ‘snap’?”

Hopping up and down eagerly, Robbie poked a finger at the screen,repeating the motion when it didn’t register his touch. When Jameson clickedit, it worked perfectly, however, and Robbie wrapped his arms tightly aroundJameson, earning a soundless gasp.

“Smile!” the zombie urged as their eyes enlarged and cute animal earsappeared on the screen.

“What?What?! Robbie, we can’t waste time on this—oh, golly, what’s happened to me?!I’m being deformed!” Jameson babbled in horror, turning his head to lookat his companion just as the picture clicked. Robbie promptly loosened his holdenough that he could glare at him, allowing the gentleman to regain hisfooting. “I—I don’t understand this confusticating doodad! How am I to callanyone with this enchanted mirror?!”

“Pic! Better! Better pic!”Robbie protested in frustration, grabbing futilely at the phone for another tryas Jameson skirted out of his reach.

“You’reright, you’re right. I need to choose more wisely; I’ll—I’ll press this centerbutton here and—ah! You see that? We’re back to these foreign symbols! Nowwhich is the one to call…?” No sooner had he asked did a loud trill erupt fromthe device, the screen flashing with a new notification. Too overcome to copewith the ringing, Jameson gave up and hurled the phone in Robbie’s direction. “There,there you are! Have it if you know how it works!”

As the insistent ringing continued, Robbie took several seconds to peerclosely at the image on the screen before lighting up as he recognized it: thepretty woman who came to visit Jack. He almost hadn’t recognized her since shewas smiling in the picture; she’d always looked so sad since Jack fell asleep. “Seen!”he burst out, glancing excitedly between the younger Ego and the icon.

“Oh, my, it’sJack’s dame, Miss Hansen! She’s calling out to us through the mirror! But howdo we answer?!” Jameson agonized, wringing his hands helplessly ashe scanned the screen. “She wants to…FaceTime with us? What on earth doesthat mean?”

“Seen face!” Robbie stated,quite tempted to roll his eyes at Jameson’s cluelessness, though he refrainedbecause his eyes were liable to fall out of his head.

“So if weanswer, it will allow us to see her…Righto, then, let’s try this—”

Sure enough, Signe’s image came to life. She didn’t look nearly as happyas she had in her icon, Robbie noticed. That seemed normal for her now, so hedidn’t pay it much mind.

“Hello? Jameson, Robbie, where’s Dr. Schneeplestein?” Signe questioned,brows furrowing in concern. “This is his phone, isn’t it?”

“Quiteright, madam, but—”

“I’m sorry, could you tilt the phone down, please? I can’t see yourspeech slides, JJ.”

“Alright,then, let me have the blasted thing back, Robbie.” Without somuch as a “please”, Jameson retook the phone from the disappointed zombie,drastically tilting it down toward the floor and earning a sharp inhale from thewoman on the other end.

“What’s that puddle in the background? Oh, my—is that blood?!” she gasped.“I got an automatic message from the CCC system and I wanted to check in—What ishappening?” It only took a singlebeat for her to realize what that blood could imply and who it could be from. “Isit Seán’s?! Please, no, please don’t tellme he’s—”

“He’salright, Miss Hansen, he’s in the same condition!” Jamesonhurried to interrupt, clearly trying to sound soothing even though he had novoice. “But everyone else is in a terriblestate; we need help as quick as you can send it!”

With Jameson hogging the phone and never letting Robbie get a word inedgewise to Signe, the zombie returned his attention to the others, crouching nextto Chase and pawing at his shoulder, turning him onto his back so he could geta better look at him. Like Jack, Chase didn’t wake up at his touch, and hishead seemed strangely loose on his neck, rolling back and forth like a singlegrape in a shaken bowl. Robbie patiently took ahold of his chin, stilling himso he could lean in close to inspect it.

There was quite a lot of blood; Robbie hadn’t seen this much blood sincethe last time the Glitch visited! It was warm and gooey under his fingertips, like thechocolate he only got on his birthday, and the longer he dabbed at it, thestickier it became. For a few good minutes, playing with it entertained him,but once the amusement wore off, his senses belatedly registered somethingelse.

It smelled good.

Robbie paused, tilting his head at the unexpected realization and thensnuffling experimentally. The enticingly tangy scent wasn’t a fluke; as soon asit struck his nose again, his mouth automatically started watering. After amoment or two of sniffing for more, he remembered himself, reeling back and hunchinghis shoulders guiltily.

Kie said…no…

“Robbie, youmight see zombies on TV eating people, but that’s not right,” the hero hadexplained firmly.

“Bad?” Robbiehad ventured.

“Yes, bad. Noneof them are supposed to do that and neither are you. You don’t do that, okay?”

Jackieboy’s words had been very clear, clear enough for even Robbie tounderstand, and it had been easy enough to agree with them then, but the olderEgo wasn’t here to understand just how delectable the smell was! Halfheartedly lickingat his split lower lip for any trace of his own blood, Robbie peekedsubversively over at Jameson. He was still talking with Signe and had movedacross the room to crouch next to Marvin.

His back was turned.

Murring low in his throat, Robbie fidgeted, his gaze darting back to whatlay immediately in front of him. Chase’s green hair was matted with red, hisflesh was dripping with it, and Robbie’s eyes glazed and dilated as theytracked each drop that slid down his face toward the floor. He was suddenlyhyperaware of the gnawing emptiness in his stomach; no one had made him food today.Fleetingly he thought of the animal meat he ate on a regular basis, but withthis right in front of him, it paled in comparison. This was real, fresh, bloody meat lying at his feet. Hisstomach snarled and twisted at the thought and a tremor of need rocked himforward so he could inhale again. As soon as a lock of Chase’s hair wetlybrushed the tip of Robbie’s nose, he was lost in it. The smell swirled aroundhis head, enveloping him, clouding all other thoughts.

Food. Flesh.Food. Flesh. Food, his mind chanted, his skin prickling in anticipationas he growled deep in his throat, settling on his haunches.

“How’s Robbie? Is he doing okay?” Signe’s voice barely registered asRobbie snatched up Chase’s nearest arm, peeling his hand open to seek out the bloodon his palm and fingers first. Save head…last…

“Well, heseems to be—” Jameson’s shoe squeaked as he spun around to face him, bringing thezombie’s head up with a questioning rumble. Startled, the youngest Ego shiftedhis weight back and forth uncomfortably, holding the phone close as heventured, “Ro—Robbie, my good chap…what are you doing?”

Robbie’s grip on Chase’s wrist tightened possessively, dirty nailsdigging into his warm, pliable, delectable skin that was ready and waiting tobe eaten. Chase’s fingers twitched in response, drawing a soft grunt from him thatcaused Jameson to perk up.

“Chase?” Hopeful,worried, and unaware of the danger, he slid two steps closer.

Jaw near-unhinging with a feral screech, Robbie threw down Chase’s armand hurled himself forward, crashing into the helpless Jameson with enoughforce to flatten him. The phone clattered away as Jameson threw his arms up toprotect himself, Signe’s panicked shouts going unheard.

“Robbie! Jameson?! What’s happening?! Is anyone there?!”

“M-i-i-i-i-ine!” the zombieroared as Jameson flailed and cried underneath him, his speech slides ablur.

“No! No, please, stop! Stop! Robbie, it’s me! Robbie! Robbie!Wake up!!”

Deaf to his pleas, Robbie snapped and snarled at his face, tearing at anyexposed skin he could find. His vision tunneled, adrenaline was reeling throughhim, all rational thought abandoned in favor of defending his meal. Jameson wasno match for his inhuman strength; Robbie could feel bones cracking under hishands as he brought them down hard, over and over and over—

A glancing kick to his chest in the course of Jameson’s struggle knockedhim off balance just enough for Jameson to scramble out from under him,desperately trying to haul himself upright as his legs buckled underneath him. Scrabblingonto all fours, Robbie shook himself, frothy slobber glistening against baredteeth, muscles in his back and shoulders rippling as he crouched low acrossfrom the stricken Jameson. For a solid thirty seconds, they tried to catch theirbreath—a stalemate.

“Robbie…” the youngestEgo pleaded tearfully, his speech slide hardly flickering as he lifted his handever so slowly, running the back of his sleeve over the largest of the gashestorn into his cheek. “It’s…me…P-Please…”

There was no recognition in Robbie’s narrowed eyes. They trailed slowlydownward, following Jameson’s arm as he lowered it, fixated on the crimsonsmear across his sleeve. Shivering against the wall, Jameson tucked his armcloser to his side, glancing timidly between the blood and the zombie.

No recognition—only hunger.

#youtube #jacksepticeye #fanfiction #youtube fanfiction #robbie the zombie #jameson jackson #dapper jack #signe hansen #chase brody #jackieboy man #major character injury #whump #answered ask #Anonymous

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jusst-you-race · 27 days ago

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u posted abt oscar being sandwiched between the hassbands is making u think thoughts... so may i ask that as an occ snippet prompt?

love the fic btw! <3

okay i should be writing other prompts but this was just... too tempting... sorry not sorry everyone... anyway please enjoy possibly the most unhinged thing i have every written you're all welcome <3 for the ccc snippet prompts

Oscar I’m panic texting you from the bathroom

Logan Regular occurrence

Oscar I need your help trying to work out intentions

Logan Not my forte but go on…

Oscar you’re better than me

okay so Kevin and Nico are here as well

Logan Like coincidentally at the bar? Or actually at Mark’s birthday drinks?

Oscar at Mark’s birthday drinks

Logan Oh that’s nice

I told you not to worry too much about not knowing anyone

Oscar yeah no not worried about that

I’ve mostly been chatting with them

it’s been nice they’re pretty chill

but then at one point Kevin went to get them both more drinks and Nico decided he wanted to sit down so we went over to the booth and Nico like…idk encouraged me to sit next to him?

I mean it’s loud so like it would have been hard to talk across the booth

so it sort of makes sense

but he was really insistent

Logan Fascinating… I mean like you said he probably just wanted to continue the conversation

Oscar well yeah but when Kevin came back with the drinks I was like okay I’ll get up so he can sit next to Nico

yknow his husband

Logan Yeah… and?

Oscar well Nico just shuffled further into the booth

and pulled me with him

Logan Pulled you with him how?

Oscar like… by the waist

Logan Oh I see

Okay I’ll reserve my judgment based on how Kevin reacted

Oscar well he just kind of grinned and sat down on my other side

Logan Yeah that’s what I suspected

Oscar the booth was kind of crowded so like it made sense to squish in a bit

but we were really squished in

Logan Uh huh

Oscar and then Kevin put his hand on my thigh

and I uhhh I panicked

and said I needed to go to the bathroom

and now here I am

Logan Okay well they aren’t being very subtle

Oscar do you think so?

Logan Yeah I’d say there’s a good chance they want you to be their third buddy

Oscar you really think so?

Logan Pretty sure

Oscar huh

Logan I’m sure they’d back off if you weren’t into it

Just tell them they seem nice

Oscar well

Logan Well?

Oscar I’m not … not into it

Logan Then why are you panic texting me!

Go get laid idiot!

Oscar I just wanted to be sure?

Logan Well just go with the flow!

Respond to whatever they’re doing

You’ll be fine

Oscar thanks Logie

Logan I want details later

Oscar yeah okay okay

wish me luck

Logan Good luck!!! Have a good threesome!!!

Oscar yeah I won’t be home tonight

Logan GET IT OSCAR

Be safe!

Oscar 👍

Logan Morning champ you coming home soon?

Oscar?

Oscar sorry yeah coming home now

Logan Bit late… it’s afternoon already

Oscar uhh

we were busy

Logan Lmao

So it was good?

Oscar best sex of my life

Logan Tell me everything when you’re home

Oscar nosy

yeah okay

be there in five

#idk what this is either #no one look at me #i'm having a moment #i'll go write the things i'm supposed to be writing now #fic: condominium community #condo snippet

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scorchieart · 2 years ago

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Magical Malady

Magical Malady | AO3

Rating: PG

Warnings: MAJOR Leon route spoilers, blood

Characters: Leon Dompteur & Clavis Lelouch

Word Count: ~3.7k

Summary: Rhodolite is harboring a secret. One big enough to shake the very foundations of the continent if it were ever to be found out. One that has just been found out by the kingdom's biggest secret-keeper and biggest blabber-mouth.

A/N: Part of the Different Universe Same, Love Content Creation Challenge hosted by @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady

Last shot at this CCC. Shoutout to @yukina-otome for having a discussion with me a while back about magic in the ikepri universe that was the inspiration for this fic, and to @atelieredux for being my motivation to write it. (Hope you both don't mind the tag)

Prompt: Fantasy AU

Hours after the birds chirped their last songs of the day, the servants finished their duties and left for home, and the king safely tucked himself in bed, movement stirred on the grounds of the palace. A tiny cloaked blob purposefully weaved its way through the shadows of the pillars until it stopped just under a balcony jutting out in one of the highest levels. Slowly, methodically, the figure hoisted itself on the ivy-clad brick wall and began the climb upward.

The figure hauled itself over the edge and onto the veranda, pausing a bit to peer back down the edge, then made its way towards the glass door. Producing a thin metal pin from within one of the cloak’s many pockets, the figure inserted it into the ornate keyhole and proceeded to jiggle it in slow, calculated motions until a sharp click sounded. The figure pocketed the pin and carefully pushed the door inward. It opened without resistance, paving a path for the lazy night breeze to enter and slightly ruffle the curtains blocking the view inside the room. Before setting a foot inward, the figure tapped a finger on the windowpane, making sure to keep the volume just high enough for the inside inhabitant to hear.

“Leon, are you awake?” the figure whispered.

Like a spit in the face of the figure’s attempt at surreptitiousness, a loud thud echoed in the room, followed by a frantic shuffling of blankets.

“Clavis, is that you?” a hoarse voice called.

Clavis Lelouch entered the bedroom with an air of familiarity. He pulled down the hood of his cloak, his fair hair glistening like gossamer under the full moon pouring in through the now parted curtains, and frowned at his younger brother.

“Don’t you know you’re supposed to keep quiet on covert missions?” he asked with a hint of irk in his tone. He tiptoed towards the bed and ducked low, popping only the top of his head over the mattress to observe the room’s main door exiting to the hallway. Waiting and confirming they were absolutely sure no one would be coming in, Clavis stood and crossed over to the other side of the bed. A thick leather-bound tome sat open face-down on the floor. He picked it up with great difficulty and observed the cover.

“Genealogy of the Rhodolitian Royal Family? But we studied this last year,” he said looking at his brother.

“Just a refresher,” Leon Dompteur said, sitting up in his bed. Even the mix of the pale moonlight and his already pallid features couldn’t hide the obvious tint of embarrassment sprouting in the boy’s cheeks, clashing wildly with his raven locks and golden eyes.

“Right. Wouldn’t want to forget about dear-old great grandfather Murder Beard, now would we?” Clavis said, closing the book and propping it on the nightstand. “You know big brother loves you with all his heart, but I will never forgive you if you end up a bookworm like Chevalier.”

“Then you’d better not waste your time here. I heard Yves has been flipping through cookbooks in the library the other day.”

“How quaint of you to think I wasn’t aware of that. No, all I needed was the help of a sprinkling of itching powder and I’ve made sure Yves won’t even look at a book for at least a month!” He reached into his cloak, pulled out a tiny corked bottle of a sinister-looking red and white powder, and dangled it precariously in between his fingers. “Ah, the things I do to make sure my baby brothers grow up on the right path.”

Leon’s face flushed even deeper. “I’m not a baby anymore, Clavis.”

“But didn’t you know? No matter how old they get, younger siblings will always be babies in the eyes of their older siblings.”

“So that means you’ll always be just a baby to Chevalier.”

Clavis glowered. “I’d heard you’ve been having trouble falling asleep lately, so your gracious big brother took it upon himself to visit you and read you a bedtime story. But seeing as you’re wide awake enough to bare your fangs at me, I think we can find a more amusing way to tire you out.” He set the bottle on top of the book and leapt beside Leon on the bed. “And since you’re so keen on studying history, I’m giving you a pop quiz!”

“That’ll definitely put me to sleep,” said Leon, yawning. “It can’t be anything as bad as Sariel’s tests”

“Ah, but this will not be anything like that Four-eyes’s examinations you’re used to. This quiz will have two possible outcomes. Answer all my questions correctly, and I’ll give you a special prize. But the game ends the moment you give three incorrect answers, and you’ll get a one-way ticket to a night of incurable rashes and scratches!” Clavis began to laugh, but quickly clapped his palm over his mouth and swallowed his giggles.

Leon caught on to his hesitation and smirked. “I’ll just call the guards in.”

“I know you won’t. I promise, the prize I’ve got is really really special,” Clavis said, removing his hand and extending it. Leon studied him for a moment before grasping it with a weak grip, and the two shook.

“Excellent!” Clavis said. He pulled the hood over his eyes again and grabbed the ends of his cloak, spreading his arms like wings and blanketing Leon’s view. “First question. How many nations is our home continent split into?”

“Four: Rhodolite, Obsidian, Benitoite, and Jade,” Leon answered without hesitation.

“Bzzzzzt! Incorrect! That’s one strike for the fourth prince!”

“Excuse me? Have you seen a map recently?” Leon retorted.

“Uh-uh-uh, only the examiner may ask questions.”

Leon sulked and slinked back against the headboard. “Proceed.”

“Thank you.” Clavis stood on the bed and swished the cloak around his torso. “Next question. What is the historical nature of the relationships with our neighbors?”

“Rocky,” said Leon. “Lots of wars and battles for as long as Rhodolite has been an independent nation.”

“Bzzzzzt! Wrong again! One more strike, and the fourth prince will need aloe to soothe more than just his bruised ego!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Leon fumed. “You’re the one who’s got the answers all wrong!”

“Can he turn things around with this last question?” Clavis said, twirling on the bed, completely ignoring Leon’s protests. “It’s the final gambit, but will he be too much of a baby to accept the gauntlet?”

Leon squinted his eyes and folded his arms. “This is your final gambit, Clavis.”

Clavis grinned. “A duel then? Very well, the final question is: Why are our neighbors currently at odds with our fair Rhodolite?”

Leon tightened his lips and closed his eyes, not wanting the sight of Clavis bouncing around the bed with his whisking cloak to mar his focus. He sat still for a while before shooting his eyes open and glaring triumphantly at his brother.

“Resources. Rhodolite is known for its ample farmland and impeccable arts. Our neighbors want to snatch as much of those riches as they can get before the others do.”

Clavis ceased his parading and collapsed cross-legged in front of Leon. “Bzzzzzt. Game over.”

Leon grabbed his pillow and swung it directly at Clavis’s face, but the third prince’s reflexes were sharp. He snatched it midair and rebounded it on his younger brother. Leon ducked at the last second and lunged at Clavis’s chest, pinning him by the arms on the bed as he glared down.

“You cheated,” Leon snarled. “All my answers were correct.”

“Maybe by your deluded impression they were, ahahaha!” Clavis laughed, straining his arms to push back.

“What are you talking about? Open up any history book in the library and you’ll see I’m right!” Leon doubled down and jammed his knee into Clavis’s trachea. “Or better yet, ask Chevalier. He’ll tell you just how wrong you are.”

“Perhaps… the Chevalier… of not so long ago… would have…” Clavis choked in between his words. He wriggled his own knee sideways and landed a clean jab at Leon’s elbow, effectively slackening the grip. Clavis then wormed his newly freed arm to push Leon’s leg aside and slipped himself off the bed. Leon tried to pursue, but was halted in place by a noisy bout of throaty coughs.

The coughing forced Leon to curl up over his stomach and retch until they passed. Once the last bits of phlegm left his system, Leon wiped his eyes and raised his arms defensively. Clavis stood at the side of the bed with a pitcher and a glass of water, the dueling spirit faded from his eyes. Leon swiped the cup and gulped the contents in one swig.

“You’re still a liar,” Leon said, heaving and handing back the cup.

“You know I am many unsavory things, but a liar is not one of them,” Clavis said, refilling the glass and offering it again. Leon accepted it but took more conserved sips as Clavis continued to speak. “Though, I admit you were set up to fail with that quiz. Yours is a handicap that has plagued the entirety of our kingdom, I’m afraid.”

Leon scoffed. “Right. Like you’re going to tell me it’s totally normal for people to stop in the middle of the road and start coughing up their lungs around here.”

“I’m not talking about your physical ailment, but a mental one. The one of ignorance.”

“I don’t know what that word means.”

“Neither did I until I looked it up this morning, and that’s exactly the point! There are so many things we don’t know we don’t know, because no one bothered to tell us to go looking for them ourselves!” Clavis said brightly.

“I’m still not following.”

“Think of it this way. I told you the answers you gave to the quiz were all mistaken. What does that make you want to do right now?”

“Wring your neck until you admit you’re wrong,” said Leon.

“We’ve moved past that. What next?”

Leon spun the now empty glass in his hands as he pondered. “I guess I’d want to find out how you’d answer them.”

“My baby brother’s thinking for himself. I’m so proud.” Clavis smiled, and the glass almost slipped out of his grasp after Leon threw it at him.

“Just tell me what you think the answers are or I’m calling the guards,” Leon said.

“Straight to the point. You’re growing even more into a prince right before my eyes.” Clavis set the pitcher and cup on the nightstand and reclaimed his seat on the bed. “First, there are actually five nations on our continent, but the last one has not appeared on any maps in the past millennium. Of course, that’s because cartographers haven’t been able to find it since, hahaha.”

Leon was about to protest, such an absurd proposition Clavis claimed, but he felt a second round of coughs threatening to riot in his chest and held his tongue. “Sure, what about our relationship with the other three?”

“I’ll give you that we’re not exactly all chums today, but wouldn’t you be surprised to learn that we were actually all the best of friends once upon a time? It’s true! Back when Rhodolite was first founded, the five nations sat side-by-side in complete solidarity. They aided each other on all matters, from politics and defense to food and health. A union separated only by location.”

Leon felt his throat twitch. “Clavis, I swear, if this last one is anywhere near as ridiculous as those other two, you’re finished.”

“Oh, but the last is the best one of all!” Clavis exclaimed, grabbing his cloak again and flapping the ends merrily. “Even the best of brothers can have a fallout, but what could possibly separate such a close-knit band of kingdoms? One word, and it was powerful enough to throw the entire continent into chaos.” Clavis inched closer to the curious boy and cupped his hands around Leon’s ear to whisper, “Magic.”

“Mother!” Leon called, and Clavis scrambled to cover the boy’s mouth before he could yell anymore. They wrestled again for a bit, but Clavis quickly got the upper hand when Leon relapsed into another coughing fit, and he seized the opportunity and wrapped his cloak around the two of them.

“What was that for? I just told you the darkest secret in Rhodolite’s history!” Clavis hissed.

“You’re crazy!” Leon said, attempting to push Clavis away from him. “Get out of my room!”

“I’m not crazy, and I can prove it!” Clavis said. Leon halted his assault to look his brother up and down skeptically. “No really, I can!”

“Uhuh, sure you can,” Leon said, reaching for another pillow. But Clavis leapt off the bed and dug his hands behind his back before the pillow struck. It fell to the floor and Clavis kicked it aside with the toe of his boot as he approached Leon again.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the special prize. Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“Do I look like an idiot to you?” Leon seethed, raising his arms for another fight.

“Fine fine, you can keep your eyes open. But I promise I won’t do anything else to you.” Clavis beamed the most genuine smile he could muster. Leon sighed and warily held out his right hand, onto which Clavis deposited a flawlessly snow-white rose.

“All that trouble, for a rose?” Leon asked, disappointment evident in his voice.

“Not just any rose, a magic rose. Hold it steady, would you?” Clavis said, pulling a knife out from his cloak.

“Wait, what are you—” Leon began, but stopped midway when Clavis ran the knife along his own palm. “Clavis!”

“Don’t move a muscle” Clavis commanded, unperturbed by his steadily oozing palm. He approached the bed, and Leon stiffened when he brought his hand just above the rose and flipped it downward. Leon nearly vomited when he saw the blood trickle downward, but instead gasped when the drops left no stain on the crisp white petals. Rather, they appeared to dissolve the moment they touched a surface, and as it soaked up more and more the petals started to tint a darker shade, almost as though the liquid pooled within the blossom itself. But instead of the dark crimson of the blood, the rose sprouted a soft lilac sheen. Leon stared at the flower, afraid one wrong move could reverse the effect and splatter him and his sheets with its stored blood, but Clavis daintily extracted the rose from his grip and nothing changed.

“If you thought that was impressive, check this out,” he said, then inverted the flower and pressed it down onto his injured hand. A gentle sizzling sound and a muted light emerged where the flower touched his skin, and after a few moments the tip of the stem turned an onyx black that spread across the stalk until the entire rose was blanketed in a darkness so polar to how the plant started out. A light gust of wind carried in through the still-open veranda and scattered the fragments of the once-rose into the air like ash. Clavis dusted off the remains and raised his unscathed palm to Leon.

“See? No wound.”

Leon grabbed the hand and ran his finger across the groove where the cut once lay. The palm was still sticky with some blood residue, but otherwise the skin was perfectly intact.

“H-how did you do that?” he asked shakily.

“I already told you. It’s magic,” Clavis said contentedly. He retracted his hand, walked over to the nightstand, dunked one of his cloak tails into the pitcher, and started wiping away the remaining blood. Leon watched him with unblinking eyes.

“Where did you learn that?”

“Much as I hate to admit it, I wasn’t the first to stumble upon this discovery. But, I suppose being second isn’t too bad, even if it is to that loathsome brother of ours.” Clavis finished cleaning and closed his eyes. “He’s been acting more reclusive than usual lately, and he spends hours in the rose gardens, but not for reading. That’s not normal, not for Chev anyways, so I’ve been spying on him any time he’s out of his room. And then a few days ago, I saw him sneaking back into the palace late at night with a big bag, long after dinner, and his clothes were all ripped and dirty. That’s not like Chev at all! So I secretly followed him to his room. He has a whole pile of these ancient looking books set up there, I’m talking they’d probably fall apart if you just looked at them! But he flipped through some notes he wrote for a bit then opened the bag. It was filled with these white roses. You’d never find those around Rhodolite, well I’ve never seen them at least. I watched him a little longer, and he cut his hand and poured the blood on some of the flowers and they turned golden!”

“Did they heal his hand up, too?” Leon asked impatiently.

“Err, didn’t catch that part. I tried getting a closer look and he caught me. I barely managed to get out of there alive! But I did swipe a few flowers before I left.” Clavis reached in his cloak again and pulled out another pure-white rose. “I promised you a prize.”

Leon eyed the flower cautiously, but Clavis walked up to him and wrapped the stem in his fingers. “I still don’t know much about this history or magic stuff, I only read a few pages of Chevalier’s notes before he chased me out, but if I can heal my hand knowing this little, just imagine what I can do if I actually studied up on it.”

Leon stayed silent as Clavis continued. “Don’t you see? I could heal you. I could fix up your heart, and you won’t be stuck in this room anymore. Then we can find out what your magic could do, we can learn together!”

“But, Clavis,” Leon finally piped up. “I don’t want to be fixed if it means you have to hurt yourself to do it.”

“Oh, Leon.” Clavis cupped his hands over Leon’s around the rose and smiled sadly. “Big brother loves you so much, you don’t know the depths to which he would sink to see you grow up on the right path.”

“But—” Leon was cut off as the bedroom door flung open.

“Prince Clavis!” Sariel called, tightening the grip on his whip. “You and I are going to have a nice long chat in my office about midnight lurking!”

“I’ll consider it, if you can answer my pop quiz in the time limit!” Clavis replied. He pulled the bed covers over Leon’s head, straightened his own hood, and grabbed the bottle from the nightstand. “Question one! What do you get when you mix powdered rosehip with dried pepper flakes?”

Sariel didn’t even get a chance to answer before Clavis uncorked the bottle and flung it at him. The doorway exploded in a cloud of itchy dust as Clavis retreated back to the veranda and vaulted over the edge, his maniacal laughter dying away as he descended. It took several minutes for the dust to settle, and Sariel approached the bed where Leon still sat protected under his blankets.

“Cough cough—I pray he did not harm you, Prince Leon?” The blanket swayed side-to-side as Leon shook his head. “Very well. I do not wish to expose you to these noxious fumes, so I will come back to check on you in the morning. Rest assured, I will have apprehended that bratty prince by then.” Then Sariel closed the door behind him as he left, scratching his arms and face the entire time.

And Leon was left alone, under his blanket fortress, until morning would strike. Or so, that was what Sariel and Clavis were led to believe.

A tiny head peeked out from underneath the bed, with hair as dark and eyes as yellow as the prince above. “Is it safe to come out now?”

“Not yet. The air’s filled with itching powder, so you should probably stay down there tonight. Sorry,” Leon replied.

“That’s fine. It’s miles better than sleeping on rocks anyways. But next time, warn me before you knock me overboard. That genealogy book had me snoozing by the time I hit the ground,” the boy said. He cautiously reached for the abandoned pillow then retreated back under the bed. “So, that was the third prince? He’s as wild as you say.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think Sariel will catch him?”

“Yeah.”

“What time is it?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re pretty calm for someone who just found out his brothers could use magic.”

“I’m tired,” Leon said, lying down. He was starting to feel warm under the blankets, but he didn’t dare uncover the shield Clavis left him. The two stayed silent a little longer before the boy under the bed piped up again.

“Does anyone else know about the magic? The king? Sariel? Jin? Can anyone use it? Do you need the roses to use it? Where did those roses even come from? Are the other kingdoms still trying to get the magic? And what was that about a fifth nation?”

“Can’t you hold off on the questions until morning?” Leon groaned.

“No I can’t, and I don’t get why you’re pretending you can,” the boy said, but slowed down his interrogation to a final question. “Do you think he can heal you in time?”

Leon hugged the rose to his chest and pressed his nose to the petals. No scent filled his nostrils, but he couldn’t tell if that was because his illness robbed his sense of smell. “If he doesn’t, promise me you’ll do whatever you can to make him believe he did.”

There was a pause before the boy responded. “I can do that. But what about when he said you’d learn magic together? What if it’s just a royal thing?”

“If you can convince an entire continent you’re the fourth prince of Rhodolite, I’ll bet you can fool Clavis that you’re a sorcerer,” Leon said.

Neither made any comment after that, and the two boys soon fell asleep to the sounds of balmy breezes slowly carrying the itching powder fumes out into the moonlit sky.

Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks we needs more of Leon and Clavis hanging out? These two would be chaos incarnate, and every time the game makes a point to say they interacted but offscreen feels like a jab in the gut. Just slap them with backpacks, a couple of horses and an ancient treasure map and let the hilarity begin.

Also I just love red and purple together ❤️💜

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