#ch: raven rook

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since i couldn't decide between the red/purple color palettes i decided to just make alt designs since a lot of the canon characters have alt versions of themselves :D

i hope you guys like my silly little guy who kisses roland!!

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Ch.1 : The Incident

Yandere Twisted Wonderland x Reader

What do you do when the person you associated with the pinnacle of innocence absolutely shatters your perception of them? When the person you had come to grips with loving for their innocent curiosity and kind demeanor absolutely changes into a violent merciless monster at the drop of a hat? That was what the whole team of Diasomnia were dealing with as they watched you pummel a student black and blue with your friends genuinely struggling to pull you off. 

Hours before they had all come to an agreement: that they all loved you and were going to protect you. It was a big step for them as they previously had been walking on eggshells around each other when it came to you. Their developed feelings seemed to clash with their established relationships and their typical atmosphere was tense with competition. But after recalling your own inspiring words for teamwork (not directly said to them) they decided that they'd work it out. But that was when they were all under the impression that you were so innocent and compassionate that you needed their protection-let alone deserved it.

A student had apparently uttered a slur from your world, a seemingly made-up word you would use as you referred to people when you were comfortable. As soon as the word was said whatever expression you had on dropped only for it to morph into intense rage. Launching at them, you had the upper hand knocking away the wand they wanted to pull out. For a good ten seconds you were able to lay into this kid as everyone just kind of watched in awe as the Ramshackle prefect destroyed this student. 

Then Deuce and Ace are the first ones to try and assuage you away from your assault only to be ignored and pushed away as you continued. By then others intervened, Floyd with an unusually solemn face held you up by hooking his arms under your armpits leaving you to viciously kick at and wriggle towards the writhing student. Then Rook intervenes hooking his arms around your knees walking with Floyd as they carry you out of the cafeteria. The population of Night Raven is baffled as everyone just listens to the student cry and whimper in pain. Everyone was shocked, that you the sweet Ramshackle prefect actually wailed on a student for saying one word. 

Away from the crowd Rook and Floyd bring you to a still where you finally stop, huffing heavily your exhausted. Rook will offer for you to talk about it while Floyd will straight up not ask.

"Shrimp aren't fighters. What the heck was that?"

You'll either cry or just play with the ground as you give context to the word.

"That word is slur for people...who are like me..."

"Correct me if I'm wrong but don't you use this word occasionally?"

"Yeah...but it's okay for me to use it but not them."

"Well that sounds backwards..."

"No it isn't. It's my right, my way to take the meaning back. It used to be a way for people to discredit my existence but now I-my people-own it."

They parrot this, when Crowley and teachers question them. On the investigation that the student had a fair understanding of that and still said it ended up with you both being suspended for a week as well as writing an essay about your feelings.

Needless to say you were hanging around your dorm more often and looking more forward to seeing your fae friend wandering by. But you didn't and as you expected like most there was a wave of fear now, that steered him away. Despite the incident being properly narrated to the masses rumors still spread and your friends were hesitant to visit.

When he did finally come around he looked shocked to see you as if you hadn't been chilling on the property for that whole week. 

"I get it, it's cool. I guess everyone's just surprised about me, huh?"

You playfully scoffed waving with your back turned as you went inside Ramshackle. Malleus is met with a stinging pain in his chest; overwhelmed by guilt he finds he's become what he hates most. He, who evaded giving you his identity to avoid being ran from did the running from you when you were open and honest the whole time. He criticizes himself questioning what he truly loved about you. The blank slate? The fresh start? Your naiveté? For a friend he really let you down...and he wonders can he ever bring himself to be forgiven.

Lilia Vanrouge is saddened. While he was more realistic than the rest of his family in their image of you he was still surprised by this. No doubt he listened to your direct explanation right after the event. He comes around appearing behind corners and previously empty rooms acting playful with a gloomy you. Whether you indulge in his antics or get annoyed by him it does cheer you up, distracting you at its best. He finds himself falling harder for you; your not perfect and he loves that. 

"All the better to love you my dear!"

"That's not how the story goes."

" I know but don't you think that's better?"

Silver was shocked and it will take him a few days before he can properly sympathize. In fact it strengthens his resolve to be with you; he swore to protect you and that's what he plans to do. All these means is that your willing to fight for what you believe is right. Unfortunately his resolve is not really felt through this time, he so busy contemplating he misses the fact that you are unattended and feeling sad. It's only when Malleus reports his resolve that he realizes you've been suffering.

Sebek is the most shaken up by this. He was already making such a big leap to even consider a human as someone he loved. To find that the one you loved wasn't nearly the deity they depicted beforehand was anything but made it hard for him to accept. But he still continued to follow you around as much as he fought internally with himself about following a tainted human. So there are two ways he can rationalize the further warmth that intensifies when he recalls your pure unadulterated anger as you punched and kicked at the student. Of course he either rationalizes your rage as a justified reaction as grander being or that this was the result of you being tainted and thus its all his fault as he should have been more diligent about his duty.

"Hmm, Malleus?"

You were studying in a corner of the library tucked away from the larger groups of students who had all strictly kept to the other side of the space. The fae prince sat himself across from you staring until you finally looked up at him. He felt like you had stabbed him as you used his given name further spurring him to apologize.

"I wanted to properly apologize for leaving you in your time of need. I was just surprised to see that side of you."

You shrugged avoiding eye contact as you seemed to hyper focus on the words in front of you.

"Yeah, it's cool."

It didn't feel like it was 'cool' to Malleus so he lowered his head before pushing out his seat at the table. You were sure he was leaving for good, feeling the awkwardness of your fake acceptance before retreating. 

Coming around the table to your side was Malleus towering over you before getting on one knee as he set his hand on your knee. Your face, blooming in heat, was in a state of shock as you turned to him completely forgetting the book you were reading before.

"(Y/n), I truly am remorseful. I should've have been with you during this time for I know you would have done the same for me-"

He grabbed your flabbergasted hands in his pulling them towards him as you fearfully looked around at the whispering students. 

"Will you forgive me, (Y/n)? I want more than anything to reclaim our intimacy. I truly mean it, I have no intention of leaving you in any state if it isn't beside me-!"

"O-okay! I-i got it I got it! I forgive you, everything is fine, I forgive you! Just get up off the floor!"

As quietly as possible you tried to resolve the crowd's uproar of whispers with your forgiveness. Even if you felt pressured to you couldn't deny the sparkle in his emerald eyes as he had your forgiveness. He stands up still clasping your hands in his before declaring that he wished to celebrate.

"I think a sleep over would be a wondrous way to celebrate!"

Seemingly out of nowhere Lilia had plopped his stacks of books on the desk before coming close to you two with a sly smile. 

You were about to comment on his sudden proximity before you felt the leaning of someone's head at the small of your back. 

*Yawn* "Sleep over sounds nice...zzzz" Going back to sleep was Silver who was now in your seat and forcing you to stay in place lest he fall. Thinking it couldn't get much worse you almost failed to see Sebek appear behind you all before loudly proclaiming to the auspicious onlookers.

"HUZZAH!!! LORD MALLEUS AND THE (Y/N) HAVE RECONCILED!! YOU ARE ALLOWED TO REJOICE!"

"SHHHHHH!!"

"Sebek, please!"

You tried to calm him down but he seemed far to enraptured in whatever celebration he deluded himself into initiating. The best you could do was lead the Diasomnia posse out of the library in hopes to restore the peace.

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The Kneeling Queen, ch 9 - Aemond Targaryen x OC

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Summary: Aemond Targaryen and Maelessa Velaryon were childhood lovers. They were each other’s only comfort in a world full of darkness. When they grew up, their love blossomed until they were the only thing the other cared about. Their lives get increasingly complicated due to the fact that they’re supposed to be on opposite sides of the war. Will their love survive or will it burn to ash as the war ensues?

Chapter warnings: Angsty angst, canonical deaths, threats of murder, blood, OC almost cuts her own eye out, murder attempt

Chapter 9 - Tell The Truth

The black queen was absent. Her sons, her daughter and her council, none of them knew where she was. They tried their best to hold council meetings without her, but the men were rash and impatient. Only Rhaenys could make them settle their arguing. The Queen Who Never Was commanded a presence in the room that even Maelessa was impressed by. She probably would have made for a better ruler than Viserys. Viserys had been peaceful but weak. Rhaenys could have been peaceful and strong.

The days during which the queen was absent, Maelessa spent desperately looking for the key to her dragon’s chain. It was nowhere to be found in the castle, so for a while she wondered if Daemon had brought it with him to Harrenhal. She wrote a fifth and a sixth letter to Aemond, arguing with the Maester who told her to give up and stop sending ravens. 

In King’s Landing, Aemond was once again fuming with rage. He had visited the brothel again and Aegon, drunk with his cunt friends had come in and mocked him for the way he turned to paid whores after his own whore abandoned him. Aegon had always been his biggest bully, worse than Jace and worse than Luke. Today in the council meeting, Aemond had revealed his secret plans with Criston Cole. Cole had taken an army and marched toward the castle of Rook’s Rest. Aegon was upset that he and Cole had been plotting without him.

“Gaoma oznehurtka mirēbagon aō bēvules…” Aemond began. Aegon had never paid attention when learning High Valyrian, so Aemond seized this moment to pay him back for his taunts in the brothel. “Lo koston, kurdalbri pradagon, brōziapot aōle iderēbagon, se ilvo Dāromīsyrto mittiri piktī ivēttegon. Sylvikton kyvanon emā, dārys ñuhys? Lo iksos, aōho sytiotāpynto ūī vestragon avy sytilības. Aōhon udlinon gierī jumbi.” 

The members of the council looked between the two brothers anxiously, unable to understand. Aegon had to use every cell in his brain to piece together his brother’s words, and he looked defeated. Aemond wore a smug smirk on his lips, his first hint of a smile since Maelessa left him. Aegon struggled to form a sentence.

“Nyke koston... Bēvilus... Sētegon bīlīvāzmi?” he said, and Aemond was amused at the failing grammar. What a great Targaryen king he was, his older brother. Couldn’t speak their language, couldn’t treat his queen well, couldn’t plan a war with his council, couldn’t keep his kingsguard in order. 

“Hm,” Aemond mused, then took over the meeting as Aegon hunched over in shame. He laid out their plans and when the meeting was over, he departed. During the whole flight on Vhagar’s back, all he could think about was his Maelessa. Not one lousy letter had she sent. He thought she at least owed him an explanation for the way she had left him. He couldn’t even think about her without crying, but his grief turned to rage every time. The different scenarios of his revenge played themselves out in his mind, and he desperately hoped his little prisoner would be here. He wouldn’t kill her on the battlefield, he would chain her up and parade her through the streets of King’s Landing first. The pretender queen’s bastard daughter, captured in battle.

Once, she had told him that if he wished to parade her naked through the streets chained to him, she would go willingly. He would make her eat those words. He landed with Vhagar in the forest, taking a few trees with them as collateral damage. The old dragon slumped down on the ground, resting her giant head in the grass, and there they stayed for a long time.

Rhaenyra had returned to Dragonstone, apparently she had snuck away in the middle of the night to King’s Landing to speak with Alicent. Maelessa burned with rage at the fact that her mother could go there but she couldn’t. When the queen returned, the council was discussing the need to send a dragon to Rook’s Rest, where the greens had sent an army to take the castle. Maelessa offered to go, despite knowing everyone would say no, if not because they wanted her to stay then because her dragon was too small.

Rhaenyra herself wished to go, but Jace and the council shut her down. Jace wished to go, but Rhaenyra shut him down. Finally, it was Rhaenys who said that they must send her. Meleys was fast and large, and she had battle experience. The council agreed, and Rhaenys readied herself and her dragon for war. Maelessa snuck away when her brother and mother had a private conversation. Earlier in the morning she had located a large axe in the castle, and now she carried it down to the volcano where the dragons nested. 

She passed Silverwing and made her way into the cave where Catlys was chained up. The little dragon roared with joy when she saw Maelessa. She leapt forward and tugged at her restraints.

“I know, girl, I’m here. I’m setting you free now. I need you,” Maelessa said in High Valyrian. She walked past the dragon and lifted the axe. She brought it up over her head and then down as hard as she could, hacking at the iron chain. Catlys shrieked in outrage, but Maelessa calmed her, assuring her she wouldn’t be harmed. “Lykiri, Catlys.” She lifted the axe again and hacked at the chain. This time one of the links broke, but it wasn’t enough. She repeated the motion two more times, until finally the links broke and Catlys sprung free. The iron collar was still around her neck, and a piece of the chain hung from it, but she was free. She could fly. Maelessa hugged and kissed the dragon, then threw her leg up and mounted her. Catlys did not yet have a saddle, so Maelessa wrapped her arms around the dragon’s neck.

“Soves,” she said, and Catlys began to march forward, taking flight as soon as they were out of the volcano. The black dragon was quick and agile, despite her small wings she flew fast. She reminded people of a bat with the way she flapped her wings constantly. Unlike the other dragons, Catlys never really kept her wings still, letting the air hold her up. She flapped her wings all the time and then folded them in under herself to barrel through the air, achieving high speed. 

Maelessa hadn’t really dressed for battle, she realised. She wore a velvet dress, but no armour. Of course, she wasn’t going there to battle, she was going because she was hoping that the greens would send Aemond and Vhagar, and she needed to see him.

It took the pair little time to get to Rook’s Rest, yet when they arrived, one dragon was already on the ground, a cloud of smoke and steam surrounding it. Maelessa steered Catlys closer, diving in under the trees to get a look. It was Sunfyre, and king Aegon. The dragon whined, looking half dead, and cradled under his wing was Aegon, his armour melted into his skin. Maelessa couldn’t tell if he was dead or alive, and truth be told she didn’t care. He was a fool for involving himself in battle, considering he was the king. A drunken king, at that. Catlys landed on the ground and walked, the two of them peering out behind the trees to get a look at what was going on.

Aemond and Vhagar were there, just like she had suspected. This had been a trap, she realised, but it was too late. Rhaenys and Meleys soared through the sky searching for the giant green dragon and her silver haired rider. But she shouldn’t have, because from behind the castle, Vhagar emerged. Her huge jaws opened and at once lodged themselves in Meleys, biting down on her neck, and then the red dragon fell to the earth, taking its rider with her.

Aemond emerged triumphant. He felt pleased as he had slain a dragon on the Blacks’ side, as well as its rider. Rhaenys and Meleys had put up a good fight, and had wounded Vhagar, but in the end they had been no match. He hadn’t planned to burn his brother, not today, but when Aegon had shown up like an idiot in the battlefield, Aemond decided that he needed to go. Now. He was about to land Vhagar on the ground when he noticed it. There in between the trees, a small black shadow crept forward, gleaming in the sunlight. He smirked, and turned Vhagar around.

Maelessa looked up at the large green beast sailing through the sky. Catlys took wing, flying out of the forest of her own accord. She was used to following Vhagar wherever she went, and she was not used to having a rider giving her commands. Aemond’s head whipped around and suddenly the two were facing each other. Maelessa longed to explain to him what had happened, and to ask him why he hadn’t answered her letters. But when she saw his face, terror washed over her. She knew that look, it was one that she had never been on the receiving end of before, but she knew it didn’t end well for people who did. Aemond was angry. He felt betrayed. Maelessa realised at once why he hadn’t answered her ravens. He never received them. He thought she had left him. Willingly. 

Vhagar turned in the air and came towards them, and Maelessa turned Catlys around, commanding the confused dragon back into the forest, hiding from Vhagar.

“Maelītsos!” Aemond’s voice echoed through the air, his tone wild and mocking, drawing out the ī. Her heart raced in her chest as panic washed over her. How was she going to get close enough to him to talk without him letting his dragon eat her like it had her brother? The enormous shadow of Vhagar loomed over the forest, and Catlys tucked her wings under herself and barrelled through the trees, almost taking Maelessa’s head off as she ducked to avoid the branches. The black dragon rose above the trees and into the sight of the green one.

“Aemond, let me explain!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, hoping he could hear her. Vhagar turned again, and based on the primal expression on Aemond’s face, he hadn’t heard. Maelessa and Catlys dove again, right as Vhagar turned towards them. They dashed under the trees again.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Aemond taunted, flying over them. Fire rained down around them, setting ablaze the forest in front of them. Catlys snapped around and almost knocked Maelessa off her back when she turned. Vhagar lit up the woods right next to them, and she realised they needed to get out of this forest before they were trapped in a ring of fire. She pulled at Catlys’ curled horns and the dragon roared, shooting up into the sky, just missing Vhagar’s snapping jaws.

“Let me talk to you!” Maelessa screamed, this time convinced that he heard her. Catlys bolted over Vhagar and her rider, then attached herself to her tail, antagonising the ancient beast by snapping at it with her teeth. It was all a game to the batlike little dragon. 

“Time for talk is over, bastard! If I can’t have you, then no one can!” Aemond roared back. “Jēda set morghon!” Time for death.

Maelessa flew over the water, and Catlys dipped her claws in it. Aemond was more livid than she ever could have imagined. He was ready to let Vhagar eat her, or to burn her to a crisp. As much as it terrified her, this was her only chance. She needed to speak with him even if it was the last thing she ever did. Her own family didn’t even feel like family anymore. Aemond was all she had and all she wanted. If he wished to kill her, so be it.

She turned Catlys around, back towards the earth and landed. She hopped off and waited. Over their heads the sun suddenly disappeared, and a great shadow loomed. Dust and debris clouded her vision as Vhagar landed in front of her, bowing her head with a horrific roar. The dust settled and the silver hair of Aemond finally came into view. Maelessa took a deep breath and stood her ground, looking at him.

“You betrayed me, bastard!” he shouted from atop his dragon. Maelessa shook her head.

“I did not! I never wanted to leave, Aemond! They took me!” she yelled. She couldn’t see his facial expression, but he shook his head in disbelief.

“Why should I believe a word you say!? You’re one of the Blacks, you always have been. My mother always said you would betray me, I was a fool not to believe her!”

Suddenly Maelessa realised exactly why Aemond hadn’t gotten her letters.

“I sent you ravens! I explained everything!”

“Liar! You left me! Abandoned me!”

“Your mother intercepted the ravens! But I sent countless! I swear to you, Aemond, I never wanted to leave you, they came in the night and took me from our bed!” she shrieked, tearing up. Vhagar let out a steaming hot breath that had the hairs on her arms singeing off.

“Even if that’s true, I should kill you as revenge for Jaehaerys! It’s what honour demands of me!” Aemond’s voice cracked and Maelessa smiled. He was bluffing. 

“Do it!” she yelled back. “Burn me right here and take my corpse home to your mother! She’d be thrilled!” 

Aemond leaned forward in the saddle, opening his mouth to say it. It was just one little word, three syllables. It would all be over if he said it. Tears burned at his eye and he tasted bile.

“Dr…” he began. He hadn’t thought to kill her here in the field, he wanted much more revenge than that. But now his emotions took over. Seeing her, his little bastard princess, standing her ground in front of the magnificent beast screaming at him to murder her, had his brain spiralling. The tears fell and he tried again. “Drac…” But he couldn’t finish. Maelessa took a deep breath, closing her eyes.

“My life is yours, Aemond! Take it if you wish!” she screamed and brought her arms out to her sides. Rage filled him. How dare she toy with him like this, how dare she mock him by still speaking as if they were lovers!

“DRACARYS!” he yelled, and shut his eye just as Maelessa opened hers in shock. He couldn't watch. He could not, would not watch his Maelītsos burn. Vhagar raised her head, breathing out, and then she sighed. Aemond opened his eye in confusion, wiping the tears that clouded his vision. “Dracarys!” he ordered again, and this time Vhagar let out a petulant cry. The next time the command came out of Aemond’s mouth it was just a sob. Over and over he sobbed the word Dracarys in vain as his dragon refused to obey, raising her head toward the sky and screeching terribly. He beat at her neck, clawed at her scales, tried to get her to obey. It was too late to back out now, he had already given the order, Maelessa knew he had aimed to kill her, there was no going back. But Vhagar protested, rearing her head, until she finally slumped back down with her snout on the ground, petulant and tired, refusing his order. 

In a fit of rage Aemond dismounted his disobedient dragon and raced forward to Maelessa, grabbing her by her neck and putting the dagger he had taken from Aegon to her throat. She looked up at him defiantly, not seeming scared at all.

“Take my life if you want to. I don’t want it without you,” she said quietly, her voice torn from all her screaming. “But let me tell you the truth first. I don’t want to leave you in this world thinking I had any choice in leaving you.”

“Talk, bastard,” he growled, pressing the dagger to her throat when he moved his hand to her hair instead, grabbing a fistful of it.

“When my mother heard of Luke’s death by your hands she sent Daemon and Ser Erryk to King’s Landing. They sought to take revenge on you and to bring me home. They thought they were rescuing me. Daemon released Catlys from the Dragon Pit and Ser Erryk marched right into our chamber. The doors were unlocked, remember?” she asked, tears making their way into her eyes again and she reached out, touching Aemond’s arm carefully. “When I woke up he had his sword to your throat and he told me he would kill you unless I came with him.”

“Why didn’t you scream? I would have woken up and cut him down,” Aemond said coldly, as if he wasn’t even taking in her words.

“He held his sword to your throat! I threatened to slit my own throat if he harmed you, and he began to surrender. My mistake was trusting him. The second I lowered my knife he pounced on me, took me and ran. I screamed, I kicked, I fought him, but he was too strong! I screamed for you but it was too late!”

Aemond’s eye fluttered back and forth between hers, trying to find a lie in her words. His hand shook and his dagger accidentally nicked her neck, a droplet of blood running down her skin.

“You’re lying. You could have returned to me-“

“Daemon made me get on his dragon under threat of binding and gagging me. When we arrived at Dragonstone they chained Catlys up and he took the key.”

“I don’t believe you,” he objected, shaking his head. Now she grew annoyed.

“Why do you think my dragon wears a collar and chain!?” she yelled, motioning behind her to Catlys who had curled up in a ball. The iron collar still hung around her neck and the chain was long enough to reach the ground.

“Perhaps for the same reason you will!” Aemond snapped, yanking forcefully at her hair. 

“What reason would that be?”

“You’re both treasonous creatures prone to running away in the night.”

“I wrote you. Almost every day since my unwanted return to Dragonstone I wrote you letters telling you what happened, begging you to come save me. I’ve fought every single member of my family defending you!”

“I didn’t get a single of your letters,” he argued.

“Think, Aemond! Which family member of yours has always wanted me gone? Your mother must have been overjoyed when she found out I was gone. She probably bribed the Maesters and intercepted my letters.” 

Aemond’s grip of her hair loosened, and for the first time since they began talking, he looked like he was putting the pieces together. Like he believed her. So she seized the opportunity and continued talking.

“I love you more than life itself. What do I have to do to prove it to you?” she asked, squeezing his arm. He took her hand in his and held it, looking at her strangely. Then he lowered the dagger from her throat and placed it in her hand, bringing it up to face level.

“‘If you want to cut out my eye, I’ll sharpen the knife for you.’ That’s what you told me. I want you to do it to yourself. Take out your eye and I’ll know you’re telling the truth,” he said. His voice was cold, laced with venom. Maelessa gulped, wrapping her hand around the dagger. It was sharp and bejewelled, gleaming menacingly at her as the sun hit the steel. Determined, she held the knife to her brow, closed her eye and pressed it into her skin. Blood trickled down over her eyelid. When Aemond saw it, he changed his mind.

“Stop,” he commanded, grabbing the handle of the dagger. Maelessa opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Stop, Maelītsos, stop,” he said, crying. He dropped the knife on the ground and kissed her, hard and desperate. Wet tears mingled with sweat on their faces and the young pair morphed into a mess of arms and lips as they kissed each other like they were the only two people left on the earth.

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[kumonomukoue]

TWST: Scary Monsters! ~Endless Halloween Night~ Episodio 1-10 (traducción español)

EPISODIO 1-10 Me preocupa su futuro…

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CÁMARA DEL ESPEJO

FLOYD: Venga, vamos a probar.

RUGGIE: ¡Uaah, para para, Floyd!

RIDDLE: ¡¿Qué pasaría con los que han sido absorbidos por el espejo si hicieses eso?!

FLOYD: ¿Quién sabe? Con un poco de suerte vuelven.

JAMIL: ¡¡No puedes apostar a la suerte la vida de 600 personas!!

LEONA: De verdad que no entiendo a este tío. Yo mejor no me meto…

CROWLEY: Aay, qué susto… ¡Ejem!

La magia que rodea esta escuela podría desaparecer si alguien rompiese el espejo.

No obstante, no bastará con que los que han sido absorbidos estén bien.

Cabe la posibilidad de que no vuelvan nunca… ¡¡Así que que nadie rompa mi preciado espejo!!

Parece que de alguna forma el espejo está conectado con otra dimensión. Si ese es el caso…

Sólo hay una solución segura para esta situación.

Nosotros también entraremos en el espejo, sin negar la causa de este incidente.

Vamos, chicos…

¡Juntemos fuerzas para recuperar a los desaparecidos y el mañana!

TODOS: …

CROWLEY: … Era broma. Vale vale, lo entiendo. Seguro que me decís que no, ¿verdad?

Bueno, vale! ¡Otra vez como siempre! Haga lo que haga nunca tenéis ganas de nada…

TODOS: ¡¡¡¡VAMOS!!!!

CROWLEY: ¡¿EEH?!

ROOK: ¿Qué pasa, director, a qué viene esa cara?

CROWLEY: ¡¿Qué os pasa a vosotros?! Pensé que ibais a decir “Vaya rollo” o “Lo que tú digas” como siempre…

SILVER: ¡Ni hablar!

El señor Malleus, Lilia… y mis compañeros son lo más importante. ¡Está decidido! Voy a rescatarlos.

JAMIL: Nosotros también queremos volver a la normalidad.

RIDDLE: Eso. No puedo perdonar a nadie que se salte las normas de la escuela.

LEONA: No aguantaría que el culpable se saliese con la suya.

ROOK: ¡Sí que os motiváis todos por vuestros queridos compañeros!

CROWLEY: ¡Ch- Chicos…!

¡Uh… Uugh…! Es la primera vez que derramo unas lágrimas tan calentitas… Sniff…

RUGGIE: Es más, se te olvida algo importante.

CROWLEY: ¿Eh? ¿Algo importante?

RUGGIE: Si Halloween no se acaba…

¡¡No habrá vacaciones de invierno!!

CROWLEY: ………

¡¿QUÉ?!

FLOYD: Mira que Halloween me gusta mucho, pero pasarse así toda la vida sería un rollo.

RUGGIE: ¡Las vacaciones y Año Nuevo son buenos momentos para ganar dinerillo! Tenemos que volver a la normalidad.

CROWLEY: Ah, ya veo… Os preocupáis más de vuestras vacaciones que de los compañeros. Me siento tonto por haberme emocionado.

RIDDLE: Venga. Ya que estamos decididos, dejemos de perder el tiempo.

¡Normas de la Reina de Corazones, Artículo nº53 – “Recuperarás todo lo robado”!

¡¡Vamos!! ¡Tengo que recuperar mis Soldados Naipe de inmediato!

FLOYD: Jo, carpín, no vale. Yo quería ir primero.

SILVER: ¡Oye, vosotros dos, esperad!

*destellos*

ROOK: Oh là là! Han salido disparados al espejo sin tiempo a detenerlos.

FLOYD, RIDDLE: ¡¡¡¡UAAAH!!!!

FLOYD: ¡¡¡Auuu!!!

ROOK: Oh là là! Hola de nuevo.

RIDDLE: Ay ay ay…

¡¿Por qué nos ha devuelto?! ¡¿No era que a los demás los absorbió?!

LEONA: Vosotros, parecéis una estampida de ñus. Leed bien la invitación.

“~ Invitación ~ Esperad donde acordamos. Disfrutemos todos juntos de una fiesta de Halloween con los estudiantes de Night Raven College.”

FLOYD: ¿Y qué? Sólo es una invitación.

LEONA: Mira debajo.

FLOYD: ¿Debajo?

“~ Invitación ~ Esperad donde acordamos. Disfrutemos todos juntos de una fiesta de Halloween con los estudiantes de Night Raven College. *Es una fiesta con código de vestimenta Los artículos preparados por los organizadores serán repartidos hasta fin de existencias.”

FLOYD: Qué letra más chiquitita.

RIDDLE: ¡Deberían poner en letra más grande algo tan importante!

LEONA: Argh… Me preocupa su futuro…

ROOK: ¡Son tan apasionados por sus compañeros! ¡Eso está très bien!

SILVER: ¿Pero cuál es el código de vestimenta?

Los uniformes de Night Raven College ya son bastante formales y elegantes. ¿No son apropiados?

Un atuendo apropiado para la fiesta… ¿Cuál podrá ser…?

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Siguiente → EPISODIO 1-11 Entonces cerrad los ojos

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Hasta aquí el décimo capítulo de Scary Monsters! ~Endless Halloween Night~, la segunda parte del evento de Halloween de Twisted Wonderland.

La letra pequeña... ¡la letra pequeña!

¡Espero que os haya gustado y podéis sugerirme correcciones en los comentarios!

[thecosmicsleep]

lazy soft bord bc i want to draw them, but brain and hand are not cooperating 🙃

[consumedkings-archive]

my beautiful angel @lilwritingraven got me this commissioned piece from @theknifegame of our girls, elliot and audry and i!!!! am emo!!!!! obviously spoilers for ancient names but yeah okay, these two girls are so good, too good, and i only want them to be happy. 😌✨ these girls deserve the best and nothing less and that's that on that!!!! thank you!!!

i'm going to be crying over all of the lil baby freckles on ell's face and shoulders and!!! gosh nika you are just incredible, you've got her down pat!

and thank you raven for spoiling me on my birthday, you are the sweetest friend and i just adore you. 💗💗💗💗

[aio-rya]

Master Post [pendant update]

『You can read the Rules here!』

『You will find the Writing Index here!』

・Night Raven College

・VOLUME 1 — Cover & Dorms

・Translations

『Diasomnia』

・Silver Endless Halloween Night

・Silver Chef Uniform P.1 | P.2

・Silver's Birthday Story

・Sebek Outdoor Wear P.1 | P.2

・Sebek Birthday Story P.1 | P.2 | P.3

・Malleus Birthday Story

・ Malleus Birthday Facts

『Pomefiore』

・Vil Union Birthday Story

・Vil Birthday Story P.1 | P.2 | P.3

・Vil Dorm Uniform P.1 | P.2 | P.3

『Savanaclaw』

・Jack Scary Monsters Voice Lines

『Heartslabyul』

・Riddle Chef Uniform P.1 | P.2

『Others』

・Master Chef Recipes P.2 | P.3 | P.4

・White Day

・Letters Text by TWST Archives

・Heartslabyul

・Savanaclaw

・Octavinelle

・Scarabia

・Pomefiore

・Ignihyde

・Diasomnia

・Staff

ー・§・ー

・Theories

・Vil's Dorm Uniform

・Chapter 6 Facts P.1 | P.2

・Malleus Overblot - Silver (Short v.)

・Malleus Overblot - Lilia

・S.T.Y.X and their aim

・Malleus Overblot - MC's participation

・Malleus Overblot (Cause)

・Grimm, early Ch. 6

・Chapter Spoilers

・Is RSA Headmaster aware of OB?

・ The kidnapping of Dorm Leaders (ft. Jamil)

・Malleus Reveal

・Absolutely Beautiful — VDC Full Version

・Updates

・Deuce Unique Magic

・Time's getting over: Grimm

・Grimm's Animation

・How to get gems?

ー・§・ー

・Simp & Images

・Idia's Mad Scientist Mood

・Underwater Little Cute Crew

・Lilia is back for... MASTERCHEF!

・Just a demi-shirtless Jade~

・The Queen and the Huntsman

・Staring...

・Man in the Mirror

・Dynamic Duo: Leona & Ruggie!

・Vil as a girl~

・Master Chef SSR Fanarts

・Old Man on the Kitchen!

・Diasomnia's Chef!

・Silver's Ponytail

・Pomefiore Trio Time

・Rook Kawaii Time P.1 | P.2 | P.3

・Leona as Malleus BD Gift~

・Shitpost

・Rook & Vil: True Love's Kiss

・Lilia's Legendary Cooking Skills

・Cater ft. Malleus violin skills

・Leona's Cat Reflexes

[hunnybadgerv]

WIP Folder

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

First, I am NOT tagging as many people as I have WIPs. I don't follow enough people.

I don't really have a way to show you my actual WIP docs because I use Scrivener, and by and large, each pairing or fandom has their own Scrivener doc with draft files (one or more depending on whether it's for one pairing or a fandom--the fandom files have multiple draft folders.

But I'll give you a sampling by a few different measures:

Bewitched (Siobhán Hawke/Templar!Sebastian)

Wagers & Wilderberry Wine

Red Dress

A Soft Touch

CH 1, 1-2, 2, 3, 4, 4-2, 6, 7, 7-2, 8, 9

Ravenous

Mouse

Guardians in the Darkness (Shenko)

Hold On

New Horison

Winter Storm

Write me a kiss #10

Why are you awake?

Homes Among the Stars

Summary

2021.02.19

Title

Summary:

The Little Things

Turning the Tables

Induction Day

Orange

I just really need you here

I think you missed your calling

I'll Never Unsee That

You're Late

Datapads

You can never go back

Time to go

Changing Tides

Bugbears

Sweaters

Baby's First Christmas

Aftershave

TWC

Punching Above Your Weight

Falling for Farah's Framejob

Traves-tea

Tea Connoisseurs

Slutty Brownie Pie

Far Cry 5

Meme-Worthy Behavior

Hollycock Lampoon

Write Me a Kiss #32 (Tayen Quick)

Write Me a Kiss #7

Dinner Date?

Acceleration

Dereliction of Daughter

Eviction

Rookie Run-ins

Skipping

Write Me a Kiss #32 (Leah Rook)

For the record, I have 26 other Scrivener files. Full candidness, six of them are long WIP files, like Solitude: Before I See and First Watch of the Night.

I was tagged for this by the amazing @homeformyheart. Appreciate it.

Tagging: @theoriginalladya, @chyrstis, @alyssalenko, and @captainsaku.

[carrdsoldier]

GIANT CHALLENGE: PART II 

( note: please mind spoilers for Twisted Wonderland Ch. 5 & the Wish Upon a Star ~Dance and Wishes~ Event 

tw: mention of underage drinking, violence, injury 

character count: 3990 ) 

CHALLENGE: Your past self has manifested in the city, and has already begun to start trouble. The longer he stays in the city, the more damage he'll be tempted to do. You (or anyone else) can stop him physically through violence, OR you alone can try to convince him to leave of his own volition through peace. For the duration of the challenge, he'll be able to use any abilities you have unlocked yourself, in addition to the possibility of overblotting. The style is THREAD or DRABBLE. Good luck!

Pt. 1 Threads: here

It was only thanks to his friends, he was able to make it this far.

Deuce had to acknowledge that, as he finally found himself face to face with the person he had been running from all this time. And it wasn’t in the mirror, or in old pictures that he found him. No...his younger self was really in the flesh, standing before him, looking as angry as Deuce remembered feeling when he was that age.

Of course, anger had always just been what he felt...easiest. 

And not even that. It was just the easiest way out, rather than what was the easiest to feel. If he was angry, he didn’t have to think about how hurt he felt. If he was angry, he didn’t have to think about how much of a disappointment he was. 

If he was angry, he could feel the things he felt about himself, and push them onto someone else.

He could destroy them, even if it meant digging himself further down into the hole he was in, filled with the smell of hair dye and alcohol and oil. 

It wasn’t easy to admit that you hated yourself, after all.

Deuce had thought change would be his escape. He dyed his hair back to its natural color, cleaned up his act, sent himself back into the hell that was being all alone just so his so-called “friends” couldn’t influence him to go back to the way he was - the version of himself they liked, only because they were afraid of him and what he could do if they were on his bad side. 

Night Raven was his chance to reset everything. To be a completely different version of himself, all over again. Someone better, someone different, someone knew.

Someone everyone wanted him to be, even if it still wasn’t truly him.

He hated to think that his old self was truer to the real him, than the person he tried to reinvent himself to be. Both versions of himself fit in a box other people established, absolutely. The idea of “defiant” and the idea of “perfect”. 

It was only thanks to the family he met at Night Raven - Yuu, Ace, Riddle, Trey, Cater - that he started to accept the fact that people could love him, without him needing to be “perfect”. 

It was only thanks to the friends that pushed him along - Jack, Epel, Rook, Vil, Jamil, Kalim - that he started to accept that he didn’t ever need to be “perfect” in the first place.

And now here he stood - somewhere in the middle, back at the beginning with all the knowledge, and love, he needed to handle this situation. 

After all...he only got here because of them, and because he was willing to ask them for help. 

...that didn’t mean he wasn’t afraid to tell himself the things he always needed to hear.

But maybe he only really needed to say one thing. 

As Rook had once told him - he was just a chick in an egg, waiting to break past his shell. He was almost a little upset that the upperclassman wasn’t here to walk him burst out and start flying, with these few steps he was taking towards the bleach-blond delinquent in front of him.

The scars on his hands, hidden by gloves. The nose he had broken once, stayed crooked. The boulder he was carrying, a bit easier to manage. The people he let in, so worth the love he could give them, and get back from them.

The single mother he left at home, proud, from him finally just being himself. 

Could he express it all in a single gesture, a lone few sentences? Deuce wasn’t sure. He had always been a bit stupid, and he didn’t think things through, but that was his best quality. 

His arms wrapped tight around the version of himself he wanted to love, squeezing and pulling him close. 

“Thank you, for being a part of me. I still don’t know if I’m doing the right thing but...there are people who are rooting for us, and who are proud of us, so...please look forward to that. I only got to meet them because I was you, and I still am.”

Was it enough to send him home, so he could one day reach this point too? Deuce didn’t know.

But he did know that a pair of arms wrapped around him too, and he felt...a sense of warmth, he wasn’t used to.

I can be proud of myself, too. 

And that was enough for him.

[skyrim-fanfiction]

Update!

The rough draft of chapter 14 for Leading the Blind is finished. I’ll spend some time this week polishing it up. I’d like to step a back from it because there are parts I’m a bit unsure about. I feel up to working on Relentless again, so I’ll work on getting the next chapter drafted. Other projects:

1. Draft of the next Thistle Do Nicely chapter is in progress. 2. I’ve got about a million ideas for the Return of Rook in LtB. I’ve drafted no less than five ways for her first POV chapter in the story. We are getting close! I would say (after Ch. 14) we might be one or two chapters away. This would put Rook coming in, tentatively, at chapter 16 or 17. More than likely, 17. LtB is primarily Sissel’s story with four other POVs but she’s our main narrator.

3. Technically, Raven’s Song is still ongoing. I can’t imagine it lasting more than two or three more chapters. Once I get on it, that’ll be in the “completed” section of AO3. 4. Although Rook’s story is far from being finished, I’ve been thinking about dipping into other fanfics for the sake of doing new things. If you have suggestions for fandoms, I’d be open to hearing them! I know TES-only stuff can be off-putting for people who’d like to read more of my stuff (heck, I stopped playing Skyrim years ago because it didn’t compare to the world and characters I was building in my head). Alright, that’s the update for now. Thanks for reading! <3 Ash

[thecosmicsleep]

finally played witch queen

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i just bird-themed my Hunter by accident