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This makes no sense and probably really ooc but I had a dream
Alastor in the forest burying a body of someone who was flirting with his wife, and he clumsily disturbed a squirrel or smth and in cartoon fashion the thing attacks (throwing acorns and running up his shirt) and Alastor ends up 10x dirtier than he normally does burying bodies and when he comes home he looks a mess and wifey is just "...what happened to you?"
Alastor: "a squirrel >:T"
You used my boi MLK Jr. for this đ
#HIS DREAM DIDN'T INCLUDE THIS#NO SQUIRRELS#I CAN'T BELIEVE#YOU DONE THIS#DURING BHM#the squirrel won#I can't-#he lost to a squirrel
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Keefe is a cat and no one can convince me otherwise
He would knock the coffee onto your computer
He would claw the furniture like it was his mortal enemy
He would go crazy over a laser dot
He would sun bathe
#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#keefe sencen#this is part of my âkeefe acts like a catâ agenda#sophie loves to nap in a really high up cat tree#fitz is the most well behaved dog but there's this one squirrel (alvar) that he hates
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ilya's parents + ilya at different life stages
#nooo haha don't idolize your dead abusive father and constantly rationalize the things he did to you#his mom left them in the middle of the night and he woke up on his 7th birthday and she was gone#he was never close to her and he was always lashing out. he gutted a squirrel and put it on her pillow and that was it#she decided then he was a lost cause going to grow up to be his father and she wasn't going to take him with her :(#he still doesn't know where she is or if she's even alive. he really really hates her#look i know i'm covering her face but you get it right. it can stay unsaid? we can just acknowledge whats going on and where it's going? ok#eeesh. but yeah his dad died when ilya was 21 (he's 24) he was still living at home and now it's his house. he got his motorcycle too#ts4#ts4 cas#the sims 4#ilya#two-headed lamb
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I'm kind of glad "Davrin has a negative attitude towards the Dalish" is such a good meta-post litmus test
yeah, seeing that exact (false) sentiment three times in just as many days is somewhat aggravating, but it's still an overall good thing that just like that, in one sentence, someone can let me know exactly that their post is not actually worth reading, because they just plain did not listen to anything that was said in-game.
#squirrel plays datv#datv spoilers#long-suffering sigh; here we go again#i'd love to not be stuck defending the incredibly easily defensible actions of a man of color for once; but here we go again#liam kosta; dorian pavus; wyll ravengard; please greet your new friend; davrin lastname#i'm kind of alarmed by the incredible speed with which the original text is getting lost in interpretations tho#i'll never not be baffled by how someone interpreted âUncle Eldrin let me try one as a lessonâ as Eldrin âmaking him eat halla foodâ#and calling it abuse?????#that his uncle at one point said what most likely amounted to âlol i mean it won't kill you but it will suck; try it if you're so curiousâ?#and he tried a berry and had a shit time for roughly an hour#are we really gonna be speedrunning it like that????
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Iâm not going to be the one to do it, but theoretically it would be possible to make a Scout Goseumdochi lives AU. The ice cannons are that kind of future technology that their explosion could have turned everything into the vicinity into ice instantly, freezing the plane as it exploded. Like that Captain America movie.
Of course, one would have to worry about the massive cell death that comes from rapid freezing and then heating of body cells. Unfreezing someone from such a fate would kill them, assuming the ice around the cells and organs hadnât done it already, and is partially why cryogenically freezing is unviable with current technology.
But hedgehogs are true hibernators, so one could get around that with an explanation of cryogenics and such, perhaps. Any weasels and mice that were also frozen would probably die a gruesome death once thawed. Thereâs also the idea of everyone being frozen being aware the whole time, but a hedgehogs brain would shut itself off, allowing for less mental trauma.
Or, one could start an AU from a bunch of mice and weasels ending up kind of like Crystallized Rourke from Disneyâs Atlantis, depending on how you want to use the freezing technology. Maybe that was the true way the missiles worked all along. Or just a calm, somber affair with heartfelt Flower Hill reunions.
I, for one, would prefer to âLost Lenoreâ him with a true death for my AUs. Also, it feels like him being alive after that would cheapen the sacrifice, as much as he deserved better.
#Or maybe he still does from it but is given a chance to say goodbye#squirrel and hedgehog#sah#SaH#scout goseumdochi#you could make another AU from the thawed mice and weasels being insane#scout Goseumdochi recovery arc#but I prefer that Lost Lenore
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What was Tiramisu like as The Cat Witchâ˘? Iâd like to imagine sheâd have crazy stories or âmom loreâ and sheâll just randomly say the most wack messed up shit that youâve heard as she goes back to doing mom things.
Tiramisu: yeah there was this one time I got a discount from the Merchant, such a sweetheart he is. Anyone want brownies? Theyâre still hot!
Cut to the guild now shocked beyond disbelief knowing Mochiâs mom has done the impossible
HONESTLY IM NOT TOTALLY SURE WHAT TIRAMISU'S WITCH LIFE WAS LIKE!!!!!! i think she was the adventurous traveling type....definitely spent a lot of time in the desert region (where she met mochis father)
but certainly had more of a reckless streak than mochi...i think grandma mocha was quite hard on her after amanita disappeared (something about having to really be THE cat witch. owning it on a higher level since its not technically the bloodline. even though passing the magic to a non-relative isnt uncommon, maybe its less common for the coven families? who knows) anyway she was a lot more free spirited, methinks
(and settled down a lot more after she had mochi. her precious baby girl. her sweet little angel)
#i think ill leave most of her life a mystery#beyond as you mentioned the occasional mom lore drop#(i remember sulluvan from my early witch days....he had shorter horns then)#m: did he try to marry you too?#t: no i have a smart familiar that didnt reveal herself at the first meeting#pom: hey#t: i told him i was the squirrel witch and he lost all interest#t: i got in a fist fight with lady magg lynn one time#m/l: HUH?!?!?
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Trying to make Vanyel and Stavenâs relationship as unhinged and weird as possible
#I think that they would make each other so much worse#Iâm imagining a dumpster fire so terrible that the families stage an intervention#theyâre not romantic. theyâre not platonic. theyâre not fraternal. theyâre not antagonistic. whatever they are itâs worse than any of those#their lives are tangled together forever but only Vanyel gets a second chance. Staven is alone forever#and Vanyel is both the closest he can get to what he lost and the most painful reminder of what he lost at the same time#they facetime for hours every day for a month and then donât talk to each other for three years.#being in the same room as the two of them together is unbearable.#Vanyel tries one (1) time to explain whatâs going on to his therapist but gives up halfway through bc itâs one of those things that is both#inexplicable to an outside AND something he doesnât want to fix#anyway. this dynamic might evolve and change as i write more of it but for right now i think weirdâ˘ď¸ is the play#gay herald in a squirrel suit
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We had to put him down this morning. His health was getting too bad and I couldnât stand the idea of him suffering.
itâs just crazy to think I donât really have puppy pictures of him because we got him before we even had cell phones. I picked him because all the other puppies had cute little shirts on and when I asked why he didnât, the guy giving him to us said he was too rowdy and was a wiggly little fighter and I was so charmed by that. He had so much personality and would wake me up at ungodly hours in the morning for our walks. But like, he gave me a reason to get outside and see the sunrise everyday. I hope I took even half as much care of him as he did for me. Love you forever, fuzzy â¤ď¸
#I feel so sad but Iâm so grateful to have had this long. 15 almost 16 years is crazy#the grief will be forever but so will the love#animal death#fuzzy#animals#dog#sanchoyorambles#ive known it was coming but I donât think any amount of time or knowing could really make it hurt less. itâll just take time#he was safe and I hope he wasnât scared#I did what I could to make him feel comfortable but it never feels like enough I wish I couldâve done more I wish he couldâve lived forever#I know itâs selfish but I wanted more time with him. I wish I couldâve got him a house with a big fenced in yard.#and always have fed him home cooked meals and spoiled him even more#not just any crusty little white dog. MY beloved crusty little white dog#he got along with cats better than other dogs and used to bark at even the WORD squirrel before he lost his hearing#he was so silly and Iâm going to miss him so so much#I wish we couldâve seen a million more sunrises together buddy#itâs so quiet without him I donât know what to do with myself#making this as an online memorial. but I did make him a shadow box with his collar and leash and paw prints and pictures and his#adoption papers and everything and his grave is going to be marked with a cute engraved thing itâs just not here yet#Iâll never love a dog so much again man I canât handle this#but I want something online to look back on#I want people to know he was great and I love him and Iâll always love my baby#Iâve been trying to distract myself but god. ow
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MEMEMEMEMMEMEMEME I KIN YOU ON THE ZATO BLINDESS STUFF. Yes he has a magic shadow dude to see for him, that's great and all but holy shit I want Zato's blindness to be remembered as an actual thing. I often think about him post-ressurection getting back into reading, buying braille versions of his favorite novels.
One day arcsys will remember they wrote a blind man and not just have him randomly be totally ok using computers with no explanation and shit. On that day I think I will die cus its never happening but I can dream. Like I dunno its Tragic that he lost his vision to his hubris. Theres stuff there.
But hes also just like. A blind guy who can exist. I dunno. Let eddie actually be shown functioning as a mobility aid and seeing for him. Give him a white cane it can even be black and red to fit his aesthetic cmon. At least have some note somehwere that like because he does still have some remnant of sight through eddie (in his xrd system voice he can see at least vague glimpses of light of like. Peoples souls...? Its unclear but so interesting) maybe theres stuff there with how magic interacts with disabilities in this world. I dont know. Sucks we have to explore this through fucking zato one but cmon can I as a mostly blind guy get anything beyond its fine his shadow powers let him see and use tech completely normally!!!!!!
#him getting back into reading is nice .. u know the guild probably has a huge library of historical shit squirreled away#im sure he had his own litte library of stuff as well⌠cuteâŚ#like idm that he can see somewhat. I really love how in his system voice he can recognize people by this faint glimmer he CAN see.#thats so fascinating⌠how does he see the world after he lost his vision to shadow ..#but no. we just get zato gaming. which made me so upset when I watched strive. sorry.#like sorry to be a sensitive bitch but that pissed me off so bad .
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99% sure this one is straight up impossible with the cards and gear I have đ
#the given hand is: squirrel wolf snapper and cat#and he summons another bear on his turn đ#im gonna give it one more try before giving up because i'm 99% sure it's boderline impossible#because I haven't lost yet and the game needs to introduce the candle mechanic- but im stubborn so im gonna try once more#inscryption#love this game because 50% of the time I feel like a genius and then the rest of the time like a total idiot / pos
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#schmigadoon#schmicago#aaron tveit#keegan-michael key#my doorway to where#corner of the sky#pippin#musicals#when he started in with the squirrels and robins again i lost my mind#crying laughing
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i have birds that live on my balcony now and by god i will protect them with my life
#and end every squirrel still#wouldnt have such an issue with them if they just. left my pots alone.#the worst birds do is poop but like.. whatever. at least they're leaving my plants roots alone#also they spread the seeds of my flowers so who care#and they're nice to hear in the morning đ i love song birds#coolest ive ever seen here was an indigo bunting. i had no idea we had birds that vibrantly blue in missouri.#i thought maybe someones parrot was lost lol#anyways my cat really wants to bother them and i dont want him to so hes staying inside and very upset abt it
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i think Shadowheart is just..... permanently the character who my pcs wind up feeling intensely protective over.
like even if she's not in the picture quite so much (first game she was the designated bff, third game she's the love interest, this second one she's just........ hanging out. being pretty.), my heart just squeezed so hard now that I could actually hug her in this scene. đĽšđĽšđĽš
10/10 update
#squirrel plays bg3#adding this hug was a very very good idea; i remember text-yelling âHUG SHADOWHEART DLC WHENâ when i first played this#fingers twitching to replay Arvid and get her another big ol' dwarfy hug too#he was her best buddy! her lil guy! her cleric4cleric bff forever!!!!#and iona just...... she's not speechless often#but this is the second time in this game when she's felt so lost for words#that a hug was the only thing she could think to do#and when she gets back to the elfsong (alone to give shart the time to think) she'll need a good cuddle herself
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¤with a disney princess
premise. surely there's been a mistake, cause there's no way someone out of place like you ended up at nrc, right? (spoiler alert: months later and they will fight whoever might drag you to rsa)
featuring. dorm leaders (from diasomnia to heartslabyul)
content. at best this might imply a female reader, given they're based of a 'princess' but I tried to take the gender vague and focused mainly on the qualities of them! mc has hair in the rapunzel part lol
note. no beta we die lol. I worked on this by group so i honestly don't remember if I accidentally gendered mc. I absolutely love idias part lmaoooo
malleus (aurora)
ooh intimidating x soft couple.
you look way out of place in somewhere like nrc of all places, given your mother is the infamous sleeping beauty (infamous, in the collegeâs standards that is.) your kindness is easily taken advantage of, even if you do realize it there is always forgiveness spared for the undeserving.
said kindness was extended to the quiet malleus.
surprise no surprise. heâs impeccably drawn to the sparkling aura you seem to exclude. malleus feels as though there are traces of familiar magic always hovering around you, like its embowed into your very being. a blessing would be a better word for it.
well, heâs just curious but if he were to ever ask heâd be met with the confirmation that you were, indeed blessed by the same three fairies your mother was blessed by (minus the curse⌠ironically heâs quite similar to the same lady that your mother loved and looked up to.)
heâs just fascinated. something as glittery as you, shiny like gold wouldâve been whisked away to his nice tower, homey. heâd tell you. almost as if making its image seem heavenly. (lowkey highkey getting your consent for kidnapping)
animals always seem to flock around you everywhere you go, they sneak around to reach you. in your dorm, during lunch, even in class. thereâs either a bird on your shoulder or a squirrel making itself comfortable atop your head. its a curious sight, critters donât really like him much.
in short they run away, humans or animals alike are both afraid of his presence it seems.
so heâs incredibly still when you nudge an adorably round bird in his palm, peering at it with cautious eyes. tense as a statue lest it flies away.
cue staring contest.
he felt incredibly accomplished that day, and immersed him in the role of making this creature like him. leaving seeds, offering it the most sought off food from the valley, literally conjuring a small home for it. everything.
HEâS SO HAPPY.
malleus often asks of you to sing, perhaps its the blessing talking but its the most unique form of sound heâd ever heard in his life, the more he sings the more he wants to imbue his very being with the loveliness of your song.
always following you around like a lost puppy (lizard?) any evil that actually wants to take advantage of your unfortunate naive desire for peace and kindness is scared away. although malleus would never want your interactions to be reduced entirely because of him, he only starts looking like a demon one he figures out their motive is less than fitting for you.
âyeah, the ingredients were to complicated for me to rememberââ
âoh! perhaps i can help you?â
spots the demon behind you (just your lovely giant staring them to their grave.)
âyou know what i actually got itâ sorry for wasting your time.â you watch them, confused as they dip.
you look to him, as though to ask what just happened but he merely casts you an oblivious glance and shrugs.
favorite past time â coddling you in his dragon form.
he was doubtful whether he should pull through in actually showing it to you, since you were already such an angel towards him. would it be a stretch if he let a selfish desire get in the way? perhaps youâd get scared if you see how large he is thereâor if heâsâ
idia (rapunzel)
okay that amazed smile on you was totally worth it.
wow your hair is fire.
he should have never made a comment about it in the first place because now youâre completely confused about his reference, were you living in like⌠in isolation? a cave? youâre a little less worse than the scarabiaâs dorm leader when it comes to being oblivious.
just two idiots miscommunicating, he atleast is trying to make an effort to explain that he doesnât mean it literally but his wording is so bad that you get absolutely nothing from what he is trying to infer.
okay your hair though.
âwhy is that person stuck in that square!?â
good thing ortho was near cause you almost charged towards a television and judging by the, pan!? in your grip you definitely would have smashed the screen trying to be righteous and rescue the character.
okay then. 1. donât let you near electronics, specifically when its playing something.
you are a literal danger to his society. shivers
youâre always asking something like âwhat are those glowing balls on the ceiling?â those are lights⌠âwhy is that thing speaking?!â thatâs a speaker⌠âwhy is it on fire?â oh thatâs his hair, he doesnât really know either it was just like that.
it does feel a little nice to get asked like that and heâd know the answer (its literally the most common knowledge ever but whtv)
EPIC! idia is now trying to figure out how resistant your hair is. its literally like, the most OP shield there is!
at first he had some reservations. like, used a knife once and was flabbergasted when it came back in half. your hair didnât even move an inch. then he got motivated and tried a sharper sword, longer, and larger of course. he let ortho handle it cause he probably would have stabbed himself.
âwtf.â
flinches cause the half of the sharp end came completely off and stabbed right beside his head onto the wall.
what are the limits of it?! had some doubts before using one of the tech he came up with, it could literally cut through a diamond and he isnât sure if its entirely safe but youâre all for it cause you were always curious whether your hair could even get cut in the first place.
anyway youâre way too happy to be near a lazer that could obliterate you and its kinda infecting him. yikes.
less than happy cause the lazer literally got reflected by your hair and hit itself so itâs just gone.
on the bright side he can use you as a scapegoat (in a good way)
alright. 2. donât enrage you unless he wants to experience getting hit by a pan really hard.
wow. he felt that for days.
maybe its the hit or heâs just feeling a little woozy whenever youâre around.
definitely the pan.
vil (mulan)
bold x shy couple
pretty x pretty defender
heâs used to people heeding his suggestions but damn, are you a stubborn one.
not only have you not listened to his propositions for becoming a more refined person (cause the way you held yourself was too.. much for him to ignore, and it bothered him for a long time until he decided to help you.) but he can respect you, he supposes. not a lot of people can stay true to themselves.
it seems like epel, the boy himself has taking a liking to you. no wonder heâs been becoming more rebellious lately.
vil would never stoop so low to purposely direct someone advice that would change their entire self, decimate their unique traits. but all he told you was out of the goodness of his heart, if youâd be less clumsy of your ways your reputation would be better for the long run.
not being respected amongst nrc is never a good thing.
still, youâre still headstrong. never too overconfident, nor cocky. just a humble soul, thatâs rare so he tends to stick by you if he ever wanted an honest opinion cause people just tell him what he wants to nowadays. vil never enjoyed the biased remarks.
more often than not he enjoys making your already pretty face, prettier than it is.
finds out youâre no bark and all bite, he never even knew you could take down someone who has an advantage over you in physical terms. come on, its savanaclaw. apparently the guy had spared him an unsavory comment and (apparently, in your defense. only told him a few words, got attacked so it was self defense.)
it came a surprise to him. seeing as youâre generally relaxed in nature, your military prowess a mystery to most since you seemed content with resorting matters with peace. though you seem to lack more restraint when it comes to your close relationships.
vil scolding you in the infirmary (you donât have a scratch, and the guy whose pride you handed back to is in some corner lamenting cause he can hear you guys.) and you just taking it.
contrary to how you first treated to each other. you seem to be more prone to his opinions, or suggestions the more you progress with each other. he admits maybe he was too outright in his manner of speaking the first time, but it only highlights the change youâd gone through with each other.
youâre the perfect doll, in a way. not in a demeaning way or anything but its so satisfying to him to use products on your face just for the sole reason that you sit so still. his absolute favorite past time is skin care together even if you mostly just follow his lead.
you and epel must be kindred spirits, once he was on his way to retire to the indoors of pomefiore. seeing as it started raining, heavy so it meant it would stay for a while. and then paused when he spotted you both sharing words.
and planting apple seeds in the rain? both of you are stained with the rain, some dirt and mud alike. and vil had never looked so mortified. so just cause you donât protest when he cares for you doesnât mean youâre bothered by getting dirty he guesses.
âyou both⌠clean yourselves up, iâll brew medicine lest you fall under the weather.â â disappointed sigh.
kalim (jasmine)
ended up waiting for you both to finish under the covers and ushered you both to baths.
you have a tiger!
just living char x their absolute biggest stan
wow you have a tiger.
did he mention you have a tiger?
majority of nrc knows not to mess with you haha, if itâs not obvious already with the seemingly lax tiger that behaves like some sort of overgrown cat following you around and growls at someone when you arenât looking.
then you always raise a brow at the people who tell you otherwise. âbab doesnât bite.â
kalim is lowkey highkey their biggest fan, i mean. jamil is having the worst year of his life dragging kalim away wherever you seem to be because the first apparent instinct of the boy is to try to pet the tiger cause itâs âcuteâ.
at some point jamil had to investigate your routine throughout the day, what you do, where you go at specific times like after classes conclude to make sure kalim doesnât cross path with you.
well, not necessarily you but rather your⌠tiger. which is hard, honestly. you seem to visit scarabia a lot for a reason unknown. jamil would be suspicious youâd be planning something but all you really do is stay out on the balcony with your companion.
but alas, fate would have it otherwise.
âhi,â kalim blurts before he could remember his friendâs warning. you turn, along with your⌠also friend who watches him closely. you blurt out a greeting back, seeing as itâs courtesy, you seem to be amused at his fascinated eyes staring at your tiger.
âwant a pet?â you offer, bab making sounds of protest.
jamil almost had a heart attack seeing the two of you attached by the hip, only calming down a few weeks later. seeing as your companion wouldnât pose as much danger as he assumed, seeing as the tigerâs protectiveness started extending to the ray of sunshine.
rich couple ig. everyone overhears your conversations and doubles over. âi had a small statue of gold made for bab, for you.â and then a; âoh, thanks. but we already have a lot at home. hmmâŚâ
actually itâs not really the manner of being attached, more like two following you. kalim, and then your cutie pie tiger.
your reserved nature in particular greatly contrasts kalim, yapper x listener i guess. although the object of his interest was initially because of bab, he might as well be another overgrown cat of yours cause he seems to love touch.
its concerning cause bab themselves felt challenged for your affection and when they spotted kalimâs head nestled on your lap they âaccidentallyâ kick him off.
in a way you seemed untouchable, pet included. you donât seem to mind kalim much, people might even go as far as to say you enjoy his company. occasionally the vice of his dorm as well, the three of you have this sort of aura that screams âdonât approachâ
said aura is in the form of a very big cat.
azul (ariel)
one time you admitted to having not much friends and three heads turned towards you. face twisted incredulously.
he doesnât know why but you looked like you went through ten stages of grief (3 more cause the 7 definitely wasnât enough.) when you took a glance at him, during the time you were looking around, you almost went past him, actually. but then doubled back immediately.
thatâs concerning.
morally suspicious (devil in disguise) x angel
azul often asks your opinions out of habit, he himself isnât even sure when it started but he considers you a factor in decisions. though he does prefer to keep you out certain⌠endeavors of his away entirely, no need to concern your innocence in his doings.
as such he often uses the twins to steer you away from trouble cause you seem to have no sense for it whatsoever, whenever thereâs a fight brewing instead of walking off you stride closer. curious to whatever was happening.
and, you believe too easily apparently.
jade had held you by your shoulders and directed you away from the fight before the dispute reached you and inevitably dragged you in. âwhy are they fighting?â
he replied. âah, well. they inhaled an unpleasant shroom and got affected.â your mortified face spoke you believed him. human culture! you thought.
your brain should be inspected honestly. floyd told him all about the pile of stuff you had âfoundâ in your dorm, ranging from innocent collectibles to items that brought the question of whether or not they were really yours but you didnât really claim otherwise, just that you found emâ so no more questioning.
azul doesnât even wanna know why you started staring at mushrooms like they were a mortal enemy of all living forms. speaking of, the three of them didnât even consider that you could be from the sea as well. seeing as, well. you have two feet, even if they have the same.
besides the fact youâre too clumsy for your own good you sure had no fear when you leapt overboard during a field trip cause a trinket that caught your eye fell and gave the entirety of the attendants a heart attack. floyd had patted him on the back and wishes him condolences.
also the shock of the century when you emerged, pretty tail and all. holding it the trinket up like you just found it the most fascinating thing on the globe.
since then underwater dates were a thing. which took a lot of prompting honestly, you didnât know he was a merman either, curiously asking him what kind he was. in nature, you were persistent. like a need to sate your questions so he eventually relented.
even then, it took a while before he let you see the form. â to his fluster you seemed engrossed in this form of his. swimming around him and asking questions.
now azul also have a small pile of items hidden in a box beneath his bed, all from you. which, upon being opened would be mistaken for unused items since its literally random stuff, and a concerning favor towards forks.
oh yeah. sometimes the tweels crash your date.
you could be in his office, going about your business. chilling on his couch and playing with one of your treasures and be completely unaware of the ominous discussion ongoing within the three about anemones? contracts?
âwhat are you guys talking about?â
âhairstyles for azul.â
âwhatââ
âooh. i can brush his hair so you can style it!â pulls out a fork.
leona (belle)
âoh my sevens, WAITââ
i was having a crisis trying to think of a dynamic so why not just, beauty x beast.
leona is less than pleased to admit he doesnât like you much. or atleast, he used to. it was clear his feelings of you was reciprocated, based on the uninterested side glances you cast him. your type, well liked, pristine, proper, and informed reminds him all to well of what mold he was forced into. though it never really fit.
you on the other hand, just dislike him in general. more pointedly as to how he acted, too self righteous in your opinion. he sure spends a lot of time moping about how he could have been king when heâs acting like heâd be a terrible one. youâd say it to his face but even you arenât too crude.
if youâre both looking at the bright side though, youâd probably prefer each otherâs company above others. youâre quiet, perfect for napping around. heâs surprisingly true to himself, his morals arenât too bad either.
as such, to your disdain he now naps in the library. which you had titled your own space, but he didnât really just care.
relatively youâre a lot more cool headed than he is, you told him concerns about his laziness which he weaved through. after opening up with each other⌠well you know how it goes.
okay, fine. you no longer berate leona for napping at the public space, quickly shut up when he threatened you. âiâm gonna tell you the real reason âm here nowadays if you donât calm down. and it ainât the peace iâm here for.â he eyes you, and you shut up after that.
leona doesnât know if he should be amused or annoyed at the fact that you stand up to whatever he says. âthatâs rude,â this. âare you out of your mind?â that. at some point where he doesnât wanna admit, leona had disliked seeing you upset (particularly towards him) that he started listening.
at others is a different story though. he will gladly watch you shut down someone else.
sometimes he makes weird remarks, like. âthrow an egg at them, who knows might hatch into a chick and give them the company theyâve been lacking.â â just bullies random people while you defend them. âwhat? donât be stupid, eggs that are sold donât hatch into chicks.â
you often lament in his arms, regretting ever coming near his sleeping frame cause next thing you know youâre subjected to prison, and you had accidentally dropped the book you were reading so even if you try to reach for it heâs pulling you back.
will reach for it if you ask tho lol.
just one look from you has him suddenly behaved tbh.
bothers your productive time by crashing it with his opposite word of productive idk im to lazy to check. more often than not tramples over your things, but always looks dead to life when you end up scolding him heavily.
also kicks out the animals that gravitate towards you for some reason, got jealous of a bird nestled in your hair once cause apparently you paid too much attention to it.
apparently told ruggie to fetch books for you when youâre running out, at that point you might actually milk the nrc library with how fast you burn through them.
âyouâre not even from here, what doââ
âactually. originally from times before, theyââ
riddle (cinderella)
got lectured about history, eugh.
easy to fluster x enthusiastic and sweet
how are you so nice.
youâve got most of the population of nrc enamored with your natural charm alone, though some do tend to mock you. unfortunately they arenât wrong, you really do fit in more at a different school like rsa with your personality.
i mean you fit the bill, kind, pretty, talks to animals.
good for you though. cause riddle would prefer a behaved student than a troublesome one anyway so he would definitely dig you lmao.
speaking of. he definitely goes to you whenever the hedgehogs are lost in the maze, or the flamingos just don't wanna step out the farther spot from the pond, somehow they love you in whatever you do.
as in, you spoke to the hedgehogs with a lower tone. almost like a coo, and he almost tells you to stop because that's the universal worse tone to talk to hedgehogs until... it nuzzles into you?!
flabbergasted, he can only watch.
sevens... you're just so pleasant to be around he could die.
at some point it felt like you were the epitome of being kind. riddle understand that the virtue was just embedded into you, letting others berate you for whatever... he even thought you were too kind for a place like nrc where the complete opposite traits are admired.
you are, but only to those who deserve it. riddle had the pleasure to spot you nitpicking a crude student and they looked like they were gonna burst into tears.
so... you knew what to say almost always. when troubled, he'd learn that it's best to talk to you cause you'd know what to say to ease his worries, when you're treated wrongly? sevens.. you also know what to say.
but, in a putting whoever in their place way?
(idk man I'm just rambling at this point lmao idk how to write a cinderella reader.)
riddle has grown accustomed to random critters breaking in the door. well, he was used to animals in the first place. or atleast thought he was when he opened a door in the dorm and almost yelled at the sight of a group of mice looking like they were having conspiracies.
a few weeks after that he knocked on doors before opening them.
was also very disturbed when you announced they were your friends.
I don't know. I feel like he'd lowkey be the type to write your name in a heart on the back of his notebook and straighten his face like: 'what in the world am I doing' but not erasing it anyways.
over time, your little 'friends' got used to him, and vice versa. at the very least he isn't screaming at their sudden visits, be it flying through the window or just popping out of something they climbed on.
who's screaming though are his dorm members, and he's found humors in the encounters.
"ah, thank you, myrcella." he nods gingerly, toward the very tiny white mice who seems to twirl around, touched by the thanks. the little thing was nice enough to carry the pen he'd been using to scribble down the main definitions he'd been copying from the textbook.
in the middle of reaching for a glass of water the door opens, riddle watches one of his residents striding in rambling. probably about to be exposed to the sight of a group of mice sleeping on top of each other atop a cushion he'd personally placed for them.
and maybe the birds. whom seemed comfortable by his small collection of plants.
"dorm leader, octavinelle studeâGAHHHHâ"
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IF YOU LET ME : TODOROKI SHOUTO x READER
SUMMARY: Disguised as a eunuch in the imperial palace, a mistake on your part leads to your unmasking before the prince. By rights it should mean your death, but Prince Shouto seems to have another plan in mind... CONTENT: Prince Shouto, AFAB fem reader, identity reveal, class differences, slight gender fuckery, historical sexism, implications of past sexual threats, vaguely Heian-era historical Japanese setting, deep historical inaccuracy, SFW (2.2k) NOTES: This was a barely-edited unplanned little thought demon I had to exorcise lol, thank you for being patient with me. Back to our regularly scheduled programming soon.
Your breast bindings were missing.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
You flipped your sleeping mat again, clawing through your blankets frantically, hoping youâd somehow missed them the first time. But only the tatami floor stared back up at youâstrands of woven rice straw pale and bare.
You muttered a curse under your breathâyouâd definitely forgotten to extract your bindings from where youâd shucked off yesterdayâs robes, forgotten to squirrel them away before sinking into bed. And now theyâd been whisked away by a palace maid to be laundered. Or worse, discovered.
Your eyes darted through your small sleeping chamber frantically, seeking a solution. You were already late for Prince Shoutoâs first lesson of the day, and you needed all the time you could get with him today. Youâd promised the Minister of Rites that youâd have a word with the prince, to try to persuade Shouto to accept the wife he was so persistently putting his advisors off on.
You were, after all, the princeâs closest confidantâhis personal secretary and calligraphy tutor, an unthreatening eunuch from the lower classes with whom Shouto was clearly most at ease. And at least most of that was trueâyou did have Prince Shoutoâs trust, friendship, and respect, as much as a member of the imperial family could bestow on a commoner, anyway.
If he was going to listen to anyone on the subject of taking a wifeâat the very least one concubine, if not his future empressâit would be his trusted friend the eunuch.
There was just one very important detail that everyone, even His Highness, was mistaken about on that account.
One blasted detail that could get you killed at best were anyone to figure it out.
Your eyes fell back to your blankets, and you immediately grabbed two fistfuls, yanking as hard as you could until you felt the fabric give, the rip and tear echoing in the small space of your sleeping chamber. You kept ripping until a strip came free, a little smaller than what you usually had to work with.
But you were not about to complain, not at a time like this.
You flung the strip down to scrabble with the tie of your underrobe, unknotting it with fumbling fingers. You were just about to fling it off of you when there was a careful knock against the screen of your door.
You didnât manage to stifle your reflexive scream, stumbling through a half-executed turn towards the door. The screen was suddenly thrown back with alarming force, Prince Shoutoâs figure filling the doorway.
You yanked your shirt closed again, panicking, as you caught sight of the concern on his handsome face. You barely registered the other details, mind tripping over excuses, unable to appreciate the way his shoulders looked all the broader in his sokutai the way you normally did.
âAre you well?â Shouto demanded, his normally soft tone a little ragged. You watched his mismatched eyes dart quickly around your chambers, as if seeking a threat, only to drop back to you when there was none.
âYour Highness,â you said, lost for anything else.
âI heardâthere was a scream,â he said, his eyebrows scrunching the tiniest bit.
He always looked his most beautiful when he was confused, you thought, focusing hard on a particular problem. Not that a common woman had any business thinking anything about the crown prince, never mind a woman masquerading as a man. But it was hard to ignore a face that beautiful, the way his gaze sharpened with focus, full mouth pursing as he thought through a problem.
He looked like that now as his gaze darted over you. And then suddenly his eyes dipped to your collarbone, and his features went perfectly, horribly still.
An elegant hand reached back, and he immediately drew the screen closed behind him, eyes never leaving you as he took another step into the room.
You stumbled back, almost tripping over your bedding. You did not dare to turn towards him or away, scuttling sideways instead like a nervous crab.
âYour Highness,â you began again, heart shooting into your mouth when Shoutoâs long fingers tangled in your undershirt.
âAre you hurt?â he asked, his tone softening. You gripped your shirt closed as hard as you could against the tug of his fingers. âDid something happen?â
âN-nothing,â you stammered, not liking the way it made him clearly more suspicious. âI was just changing.â
But Shoutoâs beautiful, cursed eyes dipped to your bedding, where the torn strip lay across your blankets in plain sight. You could almost see the calculation as his eyes widened the tiniest fraction, and his grip tightened on your robes. Of course heâd seen it, and of course it looked like a wound dressing youâd just been about to apply.
He took another step closer, too close, until you could feel the heat of him through your sleeve, smell the sweet blend of dried herbs the servants kept his clothing stored with.
You tried to twist out of Shoutoâs grip without rucking up your shirt, but his hold was too strong.
âLet me see,â he ordered in his soft, low tone. Your heartbeat kicked up higher, hammering in your chest so hard it could have broken a rib.
It was a death sentence to ignore an order from a member of the imperial family. It was also a death sentence to reveal what youâd been these many years. You hoped Prince Shouto, something of a friend to you, would let you off lightly for ignoring him.
âPlease, Your Highness,â you said, clinging even harder to the closure of your shirt. âI will be ready in just a moment, I am simply running late. I beg your forgiveness.â
But if there was one thing about the crown prince, it was that he was stubborn, bullheaded when it came to the ideas and goals he took seriously. And he had always made it clear he took your friendship seriously.
That perfect mouth shifted into a frown. âI order you to let me see,â he said, his tone still soft but firm. âYou will let me.â
You froze under his hands, muscles locking up in panic. Shouto was still between you and the door, and your chambers were not wide enough for you to slip around him without him being able to easily catch you. He was also, unfortunately, extremely quick with sharp reflexes honed by years of swordsmanship. There would be no escaping this situation.
Fuck. Fuck, you were out of ideas.
âHold still,â Shouto commanded gently, long fingers prying your stiff ones away from the shirt ties. You watched his face in mute panic, not wanting to see the flash of betrayal and disgust, but unable to look away as he prised your robes aside. Shame heated your cheeks.
Shoutoâs long eyelashes dipped, before his gaze froze on your chest. For a second, he went as stiff as you. Then he was yanking your robes closed again, a watercolor of pink washing across the bridge of his nose and those high cheekbones.
His eyes darted back to yours, his expression perfectly still though his face was flushed. âYou never told me,â he said accusingly.
The right thing to do in this situation was to go to your knees in a kowtow and beg for his mercy, but Shouto still had a grip on your robes and did not look like he meant to let go. You ducked your head in as much of a bow as you could manage, your face warm. âYour Highness, I have no excuse. I have betrayed you.â
When you had concocted this scheme, you had wanted to put yourself beyond the reach of a local official back in your home village. His advances were becoming increasingly aggressive, and as a common woman, you had no recourse. You could only escape into a place where his rule was circumvented by a superior one, where no man would think to have an interest in you.
You had not intended to become Prince Shoutoâs tutor, had not anticipated the true risk of your gambit until it was already too late. But you would still rather die than be returned into the hands of your villageâs preceptor.
If this is how it endedâŚ
âI have compromised you,â Shoutoâs voice startled you out of your memories.
You glanced up at him, befuddled.
Shoutoâs fingers twisted in your robes. âJust now, andâall the many times we have been alone until now. I did not know.â
Honor and compromise were the least of your concerns right now, and would matter even less in the event of your death. You did not know where the prince meant to go with this.
âYour Highness, you were not expected to know,â you said, shame coiling in your belly. You would make the same choices you had made over again, if given the chance, but you had never meant to betray Shouto. You had genuinely liked him, and you would regret losing the chance to be by his side in the years to come.
Shoutoâs eyes flicked over you in some kind of assessment. He lifted one hand from your shirt, gasping your scholarâs cap and tugging it free from your hair. You felt his fingers tangle so very gently in the strands of your hair, seeking out the ties and pins.
Your own eyes traced over him as he did, drinking in the firm planes of his chest in his sokutai, the dark blue a beautiful contrast with his pale skin. You heard pins dropping to the ground beside you, as Shouto rubbed a strand of your hair between his fingers. He seemed to be evaluating you in a new light, relearning your appearance though a clearer lens.
Disgust and betrayal were not evident in how delicately he was handling you. You did not know what this meant.
âThey will put you to death if they know,â Shouto said, eyes slowly moving from the hair between his fingers to your face again. âYou cannot hide like this forever.â
You did not know what other choice was to be had. If Shouto did not plan to put you to death himself, then what other choice did you have than to go on pretending?
Shoutoâs gaze dropped to your mouth and you realized youâd spoken the thought aloud.
âThere is one other way to put you beyond the reach of the court,â he said slowly.
You felt your eyebrows raise in question. âI cannot think of it, Your Highness.â
Shouto absently curled the strand of your hair about his fingers, the little crease between his perfect eyebrows appearing again. He looked the way he did when he played games with his strategy tutor, or when he was thinking hard on a new sword form.
âThe ministers wish for me to take a wife,â Shouto said softly. âMy household is mine to manage alone.â
Outside the laws of the court, he meant. A strange flutter went through you, heat spotting your cheeks again. Shoutoâs presence before you was suddenly magnified a hundred fold, and you became singularly aware of the breadth and height of him, the heat of him almost against you.
âYou do not want a wife,â you said, well aware of the many years heâd spent bullheadedly resisting the idea.
âI do not want any the ministers have selected for me,â Shouto corrected.
Your whole body felt flushed again. He meant he was amenable to you.
You had never let yourself think it but he was more than amenable to you as well.
âI would keep you safe,â he promised.
You almost slumped to the floor in relief, only Shoutoâs grip on you keeping you upright. You would not die. You would not be returned to your village. You would, through all of this, it seemed, keep Shoutoâs friendship.
âI know you would,â you said.
Shouto understood your acceptance. Slowly his fingers untwined themselves from your hair, and he drew your robes more firmly around you. Your body burned hot, still, stomach fluttering under his renewed brand of regard.
âI will arrange it quickly,â Shouto said. âYou must stay here. I will send someone for you.â
You nodded.
Shouto looked regretful as he stepped back from you. âWe will do it properly, later,â he said. âI will pay my respects to your family.â
You waved a hand frantically, shocked by the idea of the future emperor making his bows in your familyâs rundown hut. It was not as though you would be his first-ranked wife or empress! He did not need to pay any respects to the family of a concubine out of a common family!
âThere is no need,â you insisted, but Shouto was already turning towards the door. You could see by the set of his shoulders this was another thing he meant to be stubborn about.
âI will honor my first and only wife,â he said, turning to pin you with that heterochromatic gaze.
Your mouth dropped open in shock, but you had no time to reply before he was sliding the door closed behind him again, leaving you alone with the sudden weight of the statement. It had all happened so quickly, you had never expected that Shouto meant what he did.
You wondered what it meant that Shouto had made such a promise so readily, when he had known the truth about you for only minutes.
And you wondered if, like your original entry into the palace, you were getting yourself into something far beyond what you initially understood.
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Adding to this post, imagine them being famous in the future.
Eddie becoming a rising star as soon as he gets out of Hawkins, his band corroded coffin entering the music scene and having massively popular songs. People are getting more intrigue for his past murder charges, but he gets easily defended once he gets a solid fan base (and the fact that he was absolved of those charges).
And Steve entering the acting scene at the same time, him and Robin being just some extras in a movie for the extra cash, but the director falls in love with the sibling-like duo, making them a cameo where Steve acts like a buffer, making the male character jealous so he can make a move.
It was a simple role, just a few minutes of screen with one-liners of dialogue, but to the surprise of everybodyâexcept for RobinâSteve killed the role. Maybe it was his eyes that enamored everyone, his kicked puppy look or his smile, but he became the nation's sweetheart.Â
After that, he got cast for more minor roles, and little by little established himself as an actor, to the point of being the lead more frequently.Â
With that, the two of them are well established in their own fields, working hard and being well-known. So it's not rare that at some point they end up in the same event.
It could be anything, a festival, some awards, just a party of famous peopleâthe point is, they are in a public space, surrounded by people that have no idea they know each other, and like an instinct, they act like swore enemies.
Their minds are so used to associate:
"being in public" + "hide true relationship and have fun" = "fake hate each other"
Becuase years of pulling that stunt in their teenagehood that like reflex they spit second-hand insults.Â
Likeâ they lock eyes on each other and instantly looked up and down in the bitchiest way possible. Honestly, at this point it has become their own weird way of flirting, the more vicious the comment the more they will drive the other crazy.
Of course, neither of them realize what they were doing until they both were making out in the bathroom, squirreling away from the vent, going to the closest hotel and waking up the next day with friends/acquaintances from their own jobs field asking for the latest gossip of the industry.
The way Robin would laugh her ass off, only to act like a toddler, pointing fingers and giggling at the two dinguses when they realize what they have done.
It was not intentional, and now everyone who was in the event thinks they hate each other's guts like old times.
The public doesnât know yet, the reporters still not hearing about this until well-respected journalist, Nancy Wheeler (who has already written about each of them, one for Eddie and one for Steve), makes an article about their long complicated story.
(No, she isn't being petty, Mike, she just thinks itâs funny, and itâs not like she is lying, they do have a long and complicated story, itâs just a little to the left, she just isn't saying some things)
The next time someone interviews one of them, they are asking about the other, why they hate each other, if thereâs some drama, why they didn't know they knew the other, etc.
Long story short, they pulled the same bit they did in school, but now by accident and to the whole country (and the world when they start getting more international).
They tried to clarify but fell on deaf ears, people thinking is just to safe face or keep appearances, after all the habit doesnât quite go and they always ended up flirting with insults in every event they are together.
They definitely start to enjoying it and play along after a while.
Not only that, but they enjoyed it even more when years later, in a random day, they posted their X years wedding anniversary photos with their family.
Everyone lost their shit after that.
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