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pandoa · 2 years

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it's the little things

~the little things they do for you~

~feat. jamil viper, kalim al-asim, epel felmier, rook hunt, and vil schoenheit~ ~twisted wonderland characters x gender neutral reader~

~headcanons~ part 1│part 2│part 3

it's been some time since we had a non-event post, so here we go~ first time writing hcs! i promise to go back to the event rqs i just got distracted with this heh

jamil viper lets you stay and watch him dance as he practices his mesmerizingly enchanting movements. he’s typically not very open to allow someone to gaze at him so earnestly as he was never one to bask in attention. however, there was something in the way your eyes twinkled at the sight of him that persuaded the scarabia vice housewarden to ignore all the usual habits he harbored, if only for you. but be careful. just as the snakes entrance their prey, jamil is equally as capable in spellbinding your heart to his with a swift twirl of his lithe figure.

"Oh... you wish to see me dance? I will not object to it, but please do not expect much from me. I am quite boring, after all."

"No no, straighten your back, raise your head, and keep your hands resting on my shoulders. When dancing, it is important to have complete faith that your partner will always be there to support you."

"Focus here, Prefect. You’re looking quite dazed at the moment."

"Hm? You can't? And why might that be?"

"Your cheeks have turned red… Could it be that you are embarrassed to be this close to me?"

"Ahem, n-never mind that. Please forget that I had said anything. It must have been my imagination... I shouldn't be so hopeful..."

"Hm? Ah, no it's nothing. Just mumbling to myself, that's all."

kalim al-asim gifts you small things that remind him of you. most of the time, kalim is either just simply strolling down the sunlit pathways of nrc or browsing in the endless wonders of sam’s mystery shop. he finds the most tiniest and random items in the most unexpected places—claiming to have somehow seen you in them. but not without jamil sending him a questionable and deadpan stare. he’d find anything to be just like you, really. he views the whole world in rose-tinted glasses, but could you blame him? you were so precious in his eyes!

“(Y/n), look! This tiny button is just like you!”

“Hm? Why you ask? Oh, that’s easy!”

“It’s cute, fun to look at, and matches your eyes, haha!”

“Oh my Seven— (Y/n), look here, look here!”

“It’s a cuddly bear stuffie, hehehe~ C’mon! Take it back to Ramshackle!”

“I’m giving it to you because I love you, silly!”

epel felmier gives you hand-carved apples of your favorite things whenever he is sure that he will see you that day. you mentioned your favorite animal during your lunch break? he's already carved a perfectly cut apple in the shape of it! you say you like a particular flower growing in the botanical gardens of nrc? epel had immediately taken an apple and carefully attempted to carve it right after vil's incessant voice lessons! he says he only does it to make use of the endless amounts of apples his family send him, but surely you can see past this small, charming lie, hm?

"(Y/n)! Thank the Seven I found you!"

"I had some extra apples laying around in my dorm, so I decided to carve some for you. What do you think?"

"Ah— and b'fore yer say somethin', carvin' apples ain't supposed 'ta be cute!"

"O-oh...you weren't going to say that? Well, um, thank you then, heh heh."

"You actually like them? Really? Then, I'll make sure to carve more for you if you like them so much!"

rook hunt kisses every dimple, scar, mole, beauty mark, freckle, and stray mark on your resplendent body. he thinks they're like little stars and galaxies on your delicate form; how could he not shower them in adoring pecks of his love? it's become a daily routine for him at this point. holding you in his welcoming embrace as he brushes your marks with butterfly-like caresses, that is.

“Every single blemish on your flawless skin holds an untold story I wish to know, mon amour.”

“I cannot even begin to tell you how captivated I am by you. You’ve charmed me, and now I am pitifully here standing in front of you, memorizing the lovely constellation known as you.”

“I’ll adore each and every crevice of your mind, soul, and body.”

“If only you’ll allow me to…”

vil schoenheit leaves you neatly written notes in every corner of the room before he goes on about his busy day. the daily life of a celebrity is certainly no easy feat, but he still wished to make sure you were well cared for while he was away. so, spreading little reminders on how to take care of yourself and placing them across the bedroom and dorm walls wouldn’t hurt anyone, yes?

“Prefect,” an elegantly dashing note written on a violet slip of paper called out to you from the bedside table. "The weather today will be rather chilly. I have left one of my sweaters here on the table for you. Do not ruin it."

And another one taped to the bathroom mirror.

“Remember to use the new facial cream I have recommended to you. It is applied twice a day; once in the morning, and once at night.”

The hallway walls...

"I've framed the photograph we took together yesterday, as per your request. I do hope it is to your liking."

Kitchen...

"There are perfectly balanced meals in the refrigerator for you. I've made sure that it suits your taste while still maintaining the initial nutritional value of the meal. Please also drink water. I know you greatly struggle with doing so."

And finally, the doorway before you leave.

"I worry for your welfare, (Y/n), so please do follow my advice. I love you. Ah— I mean... You are very important to me.

—from, vil"

a/n: writing dialogue like i'm the writer for an op otome game yes yes

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automotivealchemy · 10 days

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Dodge Viper V10 Aero TA(time attack) Special SuperCar

#autos #cars #automotive #classic car #coupe #luxury car #sports cars #supercar #super cars #dodge viper #dodge #dodge concept #muscle car #american muscle car #hemi #classic cars

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twistedwonderworm · 1 year

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So happy to see a writer for male readers. Not to mention a fellow demi! Saw requests were open and thought I'd throw one into the hat. No worries if you don't vibe with this one.

Could you do a soft, very intimate and loving, nsfw with either Ruggie or Jamil where male reader is the dominant one? Maybe reader gets a confidence boost or maybe it's after an overblot and he just wants to show genuine love toward whoever you choose. I'm a sucker for romantic stuff.

I'm terribly sorry this took so long. I was very busy lately but I absolutely loved your request! I also chose Jamil because I absolutely love him. I hope you like this one!

You're still perfect (TWST NSFW)

Pairing: Jamil Viper x M!reader

Warnings: gentle loving NSFW

Word count: 744

🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

The days following Jamil's overblot were rough. He seemed more withdrawn and quiet than before. It seemed like he was a bit embarrassed. Maybe because he overblotted.

Y/N was worried about his boyfriend, but he also didn't want to push him too much. Though, he soon found out that Jamil didn't really want to be alone.

Y/N was going some cleaning in Ramshackle, doing some cleaning out. He was alone, Grim being out somewhere. He was probably messing with Ace and Deuce, but as long as he didn't get into too much trouble, Y/N didn't mind. He was humming softly to himself and dusting a shelf when he heard the front door open.

"My, you're back really early," he said, not turning around. He thought it was the loud little furball. 'What happened? Did Riddle throw you out?"

"That would be quite hard for him to do since I was nowhere near his dorm today," said a very familiar soft voice.

Y/N jumped and turned around, pleasantly surprised, "Oh, I'm sorry, Jamil. I thought you were Grim." He set down the duster and smiled at his boyfriend. "How are you feeling today?"

The Scarabia vice housewarden shrugged before moving closer to Y/N, "I've been better. I mostly just feel guilty for not spending much time with you lately.."

Y/N smiled and cupped Jamil's face in his hands, "That's okay, darling. You've been through a rough time recently and I didn't want to make things worse." He gently traced circles on his lover's cheeks with his thumbs.

Jamil was the whole package, that was plain to see. Not only was he stunningly attractive but he was also smart, brave, and talented. Hr could have had anyone he wanted but he chose Y/N. He was chosen by this beautiful man with his sharp tongue and maturity. This caused confidence to well up inside YN.

"When do you have to leave?" He asked Jamil, gently kissing him again.

Jamil tried chasing his lips when he pulled away, "When I choose to. I want to spend as much time as I can with you, love."

"Good, Grim shouldn't be back for a while," Y/N removed his hands from Jamil's face to loosely wrap his arms around the vice house warden's waist. "I want to take my time and show you just how much you mean to me."

Jamil's face grew warmer, and he smiled that gorgeous smile at Y/N as he nodded, "That sounds wonderful."

Y/N smiled and led his beloved upstairs to his room. He was determined to take his time with this, wanting to treat Jamil the way he should be treated. Post overblot or not, Jamil was still absolutely perfect.

Soft, sweet kisses were followed by hands running reverently over smooth skin. Y/N murmured sweet words against Jamil's shoulder as he and his lover slowly divested each other of their clothes.

"How was I lucky enough to win your love?" Y/N purred, slowly and gently preparing Jamil. No sense in hurting his lover. He wanted to worship him. "I must be very lucky."

Jamil shivered as the air of the still drafty Ramshackle dorm hit his newly bared skin but he still arched up against the other as Y/N's roaming touches got to his chest, teasing his nipples so they'd perk up. When Jamil was properly prepared, Y/N slowly pulled his fingers away and lubed up his cock. He kissed his lover passionately as he slowly pushed in, taking his time. They weren't rushing after all.

When he was fully seated, he laid kisses all over Jamil's face as he gave him time to adjust. Once Jamil whispered at him to move, Y/N slowly started to rock his hips. He kept his pace soft and slowly, his hands still roaming Jamil's body. They normally didn't rush their intimate moments but Jamil really needed to feel loved, and Y/N was only too happy to make sure he felt that way.

Their orgasms didn't take that much longer than usual to wash over them, but this time it felt even better. They continued to lay tangled together as they recovered from their highs, sharing slow, loving kisses.

"No matter what happens, darling," Y/N said in between kisses, "You will always be absolutely perfect to me, and I will always love you."

"I love you too, you adorable dork," Jamil laughed.

#twisted wonderland #smut #twst fanfic #mxm romance #male reader #x male reader #twst smut #twst x male reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper #dom male reader #horni worm

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inkcat1987 · 3 months

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could you draw viper sans by imjustalazycat

Yeah!

✨ Ta-da ✨

(next time tho can you please give me a picture of the character)

#ask #art #artists on tumblr #i tried #thank you for your ask!#✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨#♥️♥️♥️♥️

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leighsartworks216 · 5 months

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The Viper: Rewritten

Chapter 8

First Chapter - Prev Chapter

Jaskier x gn!Witcher!reader

God it has been a while since I posted a chapter for this. Sorry about that. Idk why I very suddenly wanted to work on it again, but this chapter was actually already written out and ready to go (after some minor editing)

Warnings: blood, injuries, grief, references to past trauma

Word Count: 2,395

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Hands all over your body. Touching, grabbing, tugging. You awoke with a lump in your throat. You fought in your daze to push the hands away, to get them off of you. They just kept coming back. You were being turned over. You could feel the bite of air on your back.

“Don’ move, dearie. Stay still.”

You felt around your hip, by your head, searching everywhere for a weapon. Was this another bandit? Who was touching you? A strangled sob ripped from your throat.

“It’s okay. You’re alright.”

This voice was familiar. It was like a sweet nothing whispered into a spring breeze; like a lullaby cooed to a young child. Was this… Stuldweck? You fought harder to see him, to find him, but your vision was too blurred. You needed to see him.

“Shh.” Had you been speaking? A warm hand brushed the sweat away from your forehead. A silhouette appeared, dark, and fuzzy around the edges. It was a person, leaning over you. “Relax. I’m here, it’s alright. We’re safe, I promise.”

Pain shot up your spine like lightning. It burned so fucking bad. All you could do was whimper. The hand brushed against your cheek before grabbing your hand. It was soft and warm and solid.

“It’s alrigh’, dear. Jus’ go ta sleep and it’ll stop hurtin’ soon.” That unfamiliar voice again. Was that one of the mages? Or a mentor? They’d never sounded so kind before.

Stuldweck’s voice floated into your senses once more. You couldn’t put together what he was saying. You could just see blue eyes peering through the haze. Since when had his eyes been blue? You gripped tighter to his hand and lost yourself to the pain and exhaustion.

Jaskier’s brows pressed to each other as he watched your eyes fall shut once more. Your body, once frantically failing and twisting against the healer’s ministrations, was still. And that name…

The healer didn’t look up from his work. Wrinkled, coarse hands crudely pulled stitches through your skin, deftly closing the open wound along your spine. It had pulled open during the fight. Jaskier had no idea until the blood was soaked through your dark shirt and sticking to his own doublet. It would be a nightmare to wash out for sure, but he couldn’t think about it.

“Thought you said yer name was Jaskier?”

The bard frowned even more. “It is. I have no idea who ‘Stuldweck’ is.” His eyes traced your face, down the bridge of your nose, to your slightly parted lips, and back up to your closed eyes. He could almost imagine you were just resting as he brushed his fingers along your hairline. “Maybe an old contract…?”

The old man chuckled. “I’ve never ‘eard a Witcher cry for one of their prey like that.”

He wanted to correct the man. Reducing you to nothing more than a predator, always on the scent of some weaker creature rubbed him the wrong way. But what argument could he make? You were a Witcher, and nobody would ever believe you were different from the rest. Not even the old healer.

He helped the man clean the blood from your skin and wrap you in bandages. He avoided looking at the wounds. Even patched up, the angry, red hole in your shoulder made him feel sick. His head spun as he washed your blood off his hands.

And just who the hell were you calling out for?

Sunlight streaked in from the window, casting beams across your cheek and eyelids and blinding you. Everything was sore. Muscles screamed as you forced yourself to sit up, stitches pulling at torn skin all down your spine and along your sides. Your bones felt like lead, heavy and weighing you down to the straw mattress.

Your feet landed with heavy thuds on the wood floor. It was cold. Goosebumps ran up your legs and down your arms at the temperature shock. You frowned as you looked down at yourself. In place of your black undershirt and leather armor was a loose white tunic. The front was untied, allowing more cold air to slip in and brush against exposed skin. The blankets were still warm. You tried to reach back so you might wrap them around your shoulders. Instead, a jolt of pain rocketed through your shoulder. You forced your arm to rest in your lap, grasped onto the affliction, and willed it to pass.

“Oh, thank Melitele, you’re awake.”

Footfalls crossed the room from the door. The bed shifted under the weight of the newcomer, who did his best to remove your hand clutching your shoulder. Nimble fingers pulled back the soft fabric of the tunic and revealed the angry wound it hid. He sighed at the sight of the bled-through bandages.

“I had to get a healer for this,” Jaskier hummed. There was a playful undertone in his voice, as if he was scolding you for getting hurt in a way he couldn’t help. Cuts and scrapes he could handle. But a solid arrow through an arm? Well…

He busied himself with gathering supplies from around the room. A cup of water was placed in your hands as he sat back down. Bandages, a bowl of water, and a cloth were set beside him. “How do you feel?”

Soft hands with calloused fingertips tenderly peeled away the dirty bandages, revealing the black-and-blue shoulder beneath. The hole where the arrow pierced was sewn up, but blood continued to stubbornly seep between the stitches.

“Numb,” you decided after a moment. You didn’t quite feel awake or aware. You remembered getting on top of Bayard after the fight and then… “Where are we?”

You looked around where you could. The room seemed scarce, containing mostly bare essentials - the bed beneath you, a chair tucked away in the corner, and a window that continued to let in too much light. You couldn’t see what was behind you.

Jaskier dipped the cloth into the clean water of the bowl and began gently dabbing away the blood on your skin. His face was leaned in quite close; he was intently focused on the job at hand. At first he only hummed to your question. Once he pulled away from your wound, however, it seemed to register. “We’re in Tridam. You passed out on the ride, so I lifted you onto Adhara and followed the path.” He wet the cloth again and went back to cleaning the stitches. “An old healer fellow was just off the road, and he patched you up. He helped me bring you here - lovely guy. A bit eccentric. I snagged us a room at the inn here - paid a little extra for a bath since,” he gestured vaguely, but you recalled all the blood and grime that covered you before. You remembered the blood that trailed down his face, too.

“You bathed me?”

Jaskier floundered immediately. Words spilled out before they were fully formed sentences. He visibly relaxed when he saw the little smirk on your face. He huffed indignantly. “I just wiped away the blood. I didn’t want to,” he gestured vaguely, embarrassed, “overstep.”

You looked down at the cup in your hand. You were thirsty, but the thought of moving at all seemed an impossible task. Sitting up had been challenging enough as it was. Even as you held the cup, you could feel your fingers loosening their hold. Jaskier must have noticed when it began to tip precariously, as he grabbed it and set it on the nightstand.

Something else was missing as you looked down. It took a while to register. You stared at the sight of your chest, hidden only by bandages, exposed in the loose shirt, and wondered why it felt so wrong to be this bare. Then you realized it was not the lack of clothing.

Your golden eyes, still glossy with a haze of exhaustion and lethargy, looked to the bard for answers. “My medallion. Where…?”

“Oh!” This time he pulled away from cleaning your wound immediately. He dug through his pocket, muttering to himself, before revealing your School’s icon, safe and sound. And free of blood. “I didn’t want you to drop it while we were riding. And, well, the cord was broken, so I thought the safest place for it to be would be with me. That old healer guy gave me some extra thread, too. I was going to replace it before you woke up, but, well.” He placed the metal symbol in your hand and closed your fingers over it to ensure you wouldn’t drop it.

“And!” He pointed over to the door where your saddlebags and sheaths lay, neat and ready to be taken on another adventure. “I went back and got your daggers for you. I, uh, took them to the blacksmith to be cleaned. Hope you don’t mind.”

You hummed. He leaned back in with the rag and dabbed at the lingering blood. Once his head was close enough, you leaned over to rest your head against it. It was clunky; your heads definitely hit together a bit harder than intended. But he didn’t complain.

“Thank you, Jaskier.” You sighed and closed your eyes. Jaskier shifted so his forehead was against your temple. He couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming over your profile, tracing the bridge of your nose and the curve of your cheek. It was hard to fathom sometimes how you were raised to be a killing machine. “You shouldn’t have seen any of that- experienced any of that. They hurt you and-”

“They hurt you, too.” He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if asking you to challenge him.

You cracked your eye open. “That’s different.”

“How?”

“You’re a bard, Jaskier. I shouldn’t have asked you to distract a gang of bandits.”

He smiled lopsidedly. “It’s just a scratch. It’s already almost completely faded, see?”

He ran a finger along where the mark had been. You turned so your forehead pressed to his, giving you a better view of the cut. All that was left behind was a thin, white line. You raised your hand to cup his cheek again, as you had in the aftermath of the fight. But it wasn’t a quick thing to wipe away blood. You lingered there, brushing the line with your thumb. Your hands were rough and calloused after years of training, but Jaskier couldn’t find it in himself to mind. He was entranced by the way your pupils shifted in the light, by the multitude of yellows that formed your irises.

“I’m okay,” he breathed. Your eyes snapped to his, flickering back and forth between them. And then, all at once, you pulled away. Your hand fell back into your lap and your forehead no longer rested against his, and you looked again at the medallion in your hand.

He wasn’t sure why he missed the closeness so quickly.

He grabbed the roll of bandages and worked to wrap up your shoulder like the old man showed him. Once he finished, he covered it back up with the shirt. He gathered the bowl and extra cloth and stood to put it away somewhere behind you. When he came back, he grabbed your cup of water and helped you hold it so you could have a drink. You saved him from hours, days, possibly weeks of torture at the hands of those bandits, if they didn’t just kill him outright. He wanted to repay you, even if you didn’t think you deserved it.

“You spoke,” he began. You gently pushed his hand away. He held the cup in his lap, just in case. “When we were trying to.” He gestured at you and cleared his throat awkwardly. “You were talking.”

You hummed. “What did I say?”

He picked at his fingers, unsure if he should have said anything. “You called me…” You urged him to go on. He sighed. “You called me Stuldweck. And you were talking about mages and- And I’ll shut up now because this clearly isn’t helping.”

You grabbed his arm before he could escape. “No, please.” You sighed. It was shaky. Your eyes were distant; looking into the past at something so far away. He waited patiently as you thought, fought to remember anything from your lucid state.

Touching. Someone was touching you. And talking. The voices. You don’t remember what they said.

“I…” You took a deep breath. “I was thinking of home.”

Jaskier frowned. “You sounded panicked…”

You nodded, grimacing at the memory. “I was reminded of the Trial of Grasses. It’s- It’s how they turned us into Witchers.”

“What did they do?” Did he really want to know the answer? A tightness squeezed his chest. He was scared to find out. And yet he wished nothing more than to glimpse into your life before all this. What was done to make you this way?

“Mages would give us all these herbs and things. And we’d be strapped to tables and so many of us didn’t wake up… But if you did, they’d-” You swallowed. He held your hand, and for a brief moment your entire body screamed at you to pull it away. But you didn’t. You held on tighter. “The Trial gives us our enhancements. So they’d touch you, and make you smell things, and pry apart your eyelids and- and they’d make sure it worked.”

“And… Stuldweck?”

That name seemed to break you far more than what you endured as a child. You squeezed his hand tighter. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes. In a whisper, so quiet and heartbroken, you said, “He was my brother.”

Your face contorted as a sob passed your lips.

“My brother.”

Your body crumpled in on itself as your grief ripped you apart. All you could feel was Oalvir in your arms again. The heat of the raging inferno licking you as you left Gorthur Gvaed to burn. You didn’t hear the cup being set back on the nightstand. You didn’t feel the bard wrapping you up in his arms, ever so careful not to touch the wounds he’d helped clean. You didn’t comprehend that you were pressing your face into his neck and sobbing with no restraint. All your agony. All your pain. Jaskier shushed and whispered and cooed. With every whimper and wail, he only held on tighter.

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of-venom-and-blood · 27 days

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Closed RP W/@izzyfromdeadspace

Viper winced carefully using the handkerchief to wipe under his mask, tenderly cleaning up the blood leaking from his cheek, “ I’m okah Is. ” He slurred, he still struggled to talk even months after the incident. He readjusted his black face mask and shoved the handkerchief into his pocket, “ Jus’ smiled too mush. ” He grimaced, he still had to go to therapy to help him learn how to recover his speech with one cheek entirely missing. He didn’t regret taking the hit for her, hell it was the first time they met and he saw how she was about to be hurt and he just ran. No hesitation, he got in the way and… gods, he shuddered and gingerly rubbed under his eye at the thorns buried deep. The damage had blinded him on one side and still flared with pain, but he got to start dating an incredibly hot and strong woman who he was honestly head over heels for. “ Ya ready ta head in? ” He asked gesturing to the cinema, they’d just released a cheesy slasher comedy with all sfx and barely any cgi, so he was excited to take her as he knew she liked them. He was looking forwards to judging the costumes and commenting on real tactics to survive the killer.

#// scar face //#// izzyfromdeadspace #full of venom // ic #// start

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nrc-confessions · 1 month

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since Tiny made his I will too,

My fiancé/ soon to be husband Azul

my RSA bf . Tiny was telling the truth but like you don’t know who I am unless you ask Azul or recognize me from the various of people that come in for a deal. Besides, Azul would never tell.

Conch and Fern

Jellyfish waiter

the cashier at Sam’s shop

The TA in Crewel’s class.

Rook Hunt.

Mister Rosehearts

riddle’s half-Brother

🐍❤️ anon

Jamil Viper

azul, again.

tiny

-🎪

😔 tiny at the bottom when they put you so high up…. Danggggg

ALSO 😭😭😭 Mr Rosehearts LMFAOOO

#posted by: 🌿#nrc confessions #unreality #nrc confession #twst #night raven college #azul ashengrotto #royal sword academy #divus crewel #rook hunt #jamil viper #Mr Rosehearts #anon: 🎪

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demenior · 6 months

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happy wip wednesday! this is not the Fealty au, but a secret, other story i've had kicking around in the dome for a while. i'm temporary calling it the 'Uk'otoa is Free' au.

two separate scenes. enjoy! --

Astrid paces the room while Eadwulf works. He sneaks glances in her direction. Her mouth is tight, lips pushed forward as if in a pout. Her gaze burns hot enough to light fires. The golds of her hair are alight with the dying sun, and he wants to commit the image to memory.

“Turn [the new assignment] down,” she announces, “you will tell Trent you cannot do this.”

Eadwulf drops his shirt, “and disobey?”

“They are calling the ‘ambassadors’ sacrifices,” Astrid draws out the word, “and you are a vital hand to the Empire! It is not disobedience to refuse to walk into obvious death!”

Eadwulf picks up his dropped shirt. He twists it in his hands. The king needs to send someone qualified at extracting information, who can also place themselves in a position to strike their enemies, with no fear of death. Volstrucker were made for this, or so Trent had explained to him.

Trent also told Eadwulf he was expendable, and a disappointment, following his return two weeks ago. He was foolish to have been caught. He let his fellow Volstrucker get captured. If she hasn’t been executed yet, she will be soon.

“I can tell them I am expecting, and you are the father,” Astrid tries.

“And what happens when you are not?”

“We… we could change that,” Astrid offers.

Eadwulf hears stitches pop as he twists the shirt tightly in his hands. He swallows tightly, around his heart in his throat. A dream bubbles up, well worn and ragged at the edges from years of use and being shoved into the small recesses of his mind. A dream of a small home, in a city away from here. Of their children, and the quiet nights they could have.

How many times has he described it to her in the quiet space between their pillows.

“Neither of us would be good parents,” Eadwulf decides to say.

“We won’t keep it,” Astrid shrugs, “but it’s a good reason to keep you here.”

“A good reason to get us both killed,” Eadwulf reminds her.

She goes quiet, continuing to think. The fact that she doesn’t have more plans to offer means she can see how tightly he’s trapped.

“I don’t think you can stop this,” Eadwulf offers her, an easy way out.

“I have to try!” she shouts.

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Like a douse of cold water, the spell effect ends. Eadwulf’s senses return to him. He glances at the would-be assassin who has stepped up beside him. Her nose is bleeding, and she draws up a silk scarf around her face like a veil to hide it. Her hair curls around her face with sweat. She managed to resist Fjord’s compulsion, but barely.

Bren mentioned Fjord’s charm, and that it had appeared to be amplified. Eadwulf has never felt a charm so powerful before. Had Fjord directed it specifically at him, he’s not sure he could have sidestepped it as he did.

Despite the heat of the day, he is chilled to his core.

“See?” Fjord turns to Vandran, “you worried for nothing.”

There’s something on his throat, that Eadwulf can barely make out between the high collar of his coat, and the neckline of his leather armor. A tattoo, Eadwulf realizes, of a great serpent. Multiple yellow eyes stand out in the midday sun.

As Eadwulf stares, some of the eyes close, and others open. The tattoo continues a lazy motion across Fjord’s skin, diving under his armor.

“My name is Fjord, I’ll be your Captain for this duration of your trip,” Fjord turns back to speak to them.

A splash behind the [group of Ambassadors], as the body is tossed overboard.

Fjord stalks the length of the group again, hands clasped behind his back, “so long as you are on my ship, you will answer to me. And I answer to the Great Leviathan. He is happy to welcome you to his home. I encourage you to be gracious guests, and on your best—”

Like a viper, the woman beside Eadwulf leaps at Fjord. Her dagger flashes in the sunlight.

Eadwulf strikes on instinct, knocking her wrist up and off-target. He kicks out, forcing her knee to bend. She loses her stance, falls, and by then he’s twisting her arm behind her back to leverage it so he can dislocate her shoulder in an instant. Her dagger clatters to the ground.

He looks to Fjord for confirmation before he realizes what he’s done.

The compulsion was lingering at the edges of his mind. Eadwulf is trained to protect his Master from any threats. He disarmed the threat, and is awaiting further instruction.

Fjord seems just as stunned as he is.

#its not fealty i prommy #its just that eadwulf [gestures at all of him]#yeah #how many complicated relationships can i fit in one story? yes #and yes this is obviously an au or canon divergence or whatever you want to call it #its more fjords story but it framed SO nicely having eadwulf be the pov intro character #astrid becke #eadwulf grieve #fjord stone #wip #astrid is ruthless and i (and eadwulf) love that about her

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immortalityismymiddlename · 2 years

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Valorant Girls finding out you have an identical twin! You guys prank them a lot! (Cursing but it's censored. By this _!!) (F!reader) PART ONE:D

Jett:

"Okay, fess up! What's been going on??? Lately I've been seeing two of you- wha- oh. You have a twin? Why didn't you ever tell me?" She'd be very pouty over you pranking her but she'd of course get you back some way. She always somehow finds a way to.

She'd probably have no idea who's who. She'd constantly play a game of "detective" trying to figure out who's who.

"Aha! I got you!" "No you idiot! I'm not [name]!" "Oh." "I'm just kidding-" "You-" "No I'm really not." "..."

She'd end up being a bit pissed, but finds it funny. You three would have prank wars, occasionally letting phoenix and yoru join because it's an 'us thing.'

WOULD ACCUSE YOU TWO OF CHEATING CAUSE OF "TWIN TELEPATHY" AND WOULD DEMAND A REMATCH FOR SURE!!

Neon!!:

"Ay, _! Huh? Akala ko ba pumunta ka sa range bat-" (Huh? I thought you were going to the range, why-)

"May kambal ka tas' dimo sinabi saakin?" (You have a twin and you didn't tell me?)

Would find the pranks funny, every prank you do to her, she does 3x worse to you two. It's the same as Jett honestly except there's a lot of you. You all end up getting into trouble but it would be worth it.

"Kung sino man aamin makakakain ng adobo ni tita." (Whoever confesses can eat aunt's adobo.)

She can easily tell who's who by tickling you guys since you two don't have the same tickle spots. It's just a game of tag and she always wins. always.

Reyna:

"What the _?" She'd be shocked, of course. But she'd find it funny you guys would try to prank her, because she knows how to fluster you with her flirty remarks. It's easy for her to figure out who's who, she catches on way too easily so you wouldn't stand a chance.

"Mi amor, you do know switching with your twin won't work right?" "Who says I'm going to prank you?"

She'd probably help you two prank other people for fun like yoru and stuff. She'd sometimes even take the blame for you two when you two get into trouble.

"That's my girl."

Viper:

She might've already found out or knows about it already so it wouldn't be a surprise. She would figure out who's who easily and would laugh every time you'd try to trick her. She gets annoyed easily so don't do it often!!! She's like reyna!

"Did you actually think you could trick me that easily?" Although she's not one to do tricks,, she would do a thing or two. Depending on her mood but it's rare so don't expect it to happen a lot.

Would be the type to tell other agents who's who. Such a killjoy. Would somehow ALWAYS know when you two would strike and who would be your next target. "Try again next time."

#jett x reader #neon x reader #reyna x reader #viper x reader #valorant headcanons #valorant

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yulin-pop · 2 years

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hiiii !! i absolutely adore your works and the way you write, I hope you're not pushing yourself too much :) may i request jamil, ruggie, azul, and jack with a crush on the reader who's seems kind of oblivious when it comes to romance, but is actually super suave and is able to flirt without getting flustered if they flirt back? tysm in advance and if that's too many characters than ruggie and jamil are fine :D

⤷ ✧ Make a move

- order 33 | Headcanons | Jamil, Azul, Ruggie, Jack

Gender neutral

Requested by @cxsmoetics (love you mutual!) flustered characters and obliviousness, I live for it. I accidentally misread the request (I always do this) so please bear with me on this. Thank you for requesting!

Jamil Viper

You annoy him just a bit. You can never take a hint. Unless he uses his words with exact meaning, you’ll be left like “what?”

He’s gotten use to not saying his feelings and it frustrates him that he really has to be direct with his words in order for you to understand.

After he realized his feelings for you, it made it even worse. Of course he wanted to approach you properly but his attempts always went to dirt.

“With you, things feel different...”

“Oh, in a bad way or a good way?”

Sentimental messages also go over your head. He refuses to be more direct with his flirting. But when push comes to shove, he says something a little more comprehensible.

“Being with you gives me a different feeling than I’ve ever felt before. I think I like you but more than friends.” He said under his breathe, though you were close enough to hear it.

You froze and kept your eyes on his face, studying his expression. He looked down as his face flushed a tint a red.

“What type of feeling? The type of feeling that makes you want to do this?” You moved your hand over the top of his. Jamil nearly jumped up from where he sat. “I’m taking that as a yes.” You laughed and put on a smile.

Azul Ashengrotto

He isn’t exactly bothered by that specific personality trait of yours. At least he wasn’t bothered at first.

He was put off by it. He really had to be even more straight forward with his words, as a business man he’s always makes his point very clear.

“You keep on mentioning these contracts? What do you want out of me?”

“Let’s make a deal.”

“Oh, no thanks.”

He claims people like you he’s not exactly fond of and yet his feelings towards you developed into something more than a friendly way.

His words are oddly sweet, comparably kinder than to other people but you didn’t seem to notice.

“Azul is really nice!”

“Eh? No way… He kicked me out of his office because I was “wasting his time” or whatever.”

“But he actually compliments me sometimes.”

He’s come to realize that his attempts to flirt came off as friendly or just obligatory. Which is why you didn’t react much.

He needs to better approach you! He can do exactly that. He’s Azul Ashengrotto, one of the best students at Night Raven College!

He sat down with you at Mostro Lounge out of the blue. While you were woofing down your food. He watched you with a hesitant smile. Pink tinted his cheeks as he squinted his eyes at you.

Azul handed you a napkin in which you wiped your lips with it but then looked at him suspiciously. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

There’s his chance!

“I’m sorry, you’re so c-cap..tivating I couldn’t ta-take my eyes off y-you.” He said while focusing on you. His voice wavered and embarrassment arose and it showed clear on his face. He was never good at being romantic, especially with his words.

“If you want to kiss me then just say so.” You said while resting your cheek on your hand, still facing him with a smirk. “Better yet, just do it.”

Ruggie Bucchi

He finds it annoying but other times he finds it hilarious. It’s almost cute seeing how dumb you are. Ignorant or just innocent? He can’t tell.

He makes very sarcastic comments sometimes. Most of the time, it’s meant in an offensive way. But you can’t tell, so you take it seriously. It’s just a joke!!

“Maybe you’d have better luck as a beastman than a human!”

“You think so? I wonder what animal I’d be…”

“No, I don’t think so— that was a joke.”

It’s frustrating but he can find humor in it. He felt the exact same way after his feelings for you became apparent.

Mad at himself for falling for someone like you, but it’s something he can’t help. He tried to completely deny it at first but then at some point he gave up.

He was always teasing you and made lots of sarcastic comments just to see your reactions. But his comments were a lot more flirtatious.

“Something like that would be cute, even for you.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“No! You would look cute, but you don’t so—“

He sometimes lets his mouth slip and it ends up something like that. He doesn’t expect you to take a hint any time soon so comments like that continue.

Until, there’s a different reaction from you.

“I’m not sure if there’s anyone else who would want you.” He said with a mocking grin. You turned around and crossed your arms. He froze and stopped in his place.

“Are you confessing to me?” You asked with an equally cheeky grin. He stepped back in response.

“H-huh?! Where’d you get that?!” His tail went up and wagged back and forth.

“‘Anyone else?’ Ruggie, if you like me, go ahead and say it.” You grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to you.

Jack Howl

He’s confused about how oblivious you are sometimes. It’s laughable but he can’t help but scold you for it.

He’s not mad but he just can’t comprehend why you’re so clueless sometimes.

“Can’t you tell someone was just pulling your leg?”

“There’s no one pulling on my leg?”

“Why are you like this..?”

It was strange to think that his feelings exceeded something of friendship. No surprise, he caught on to his own feelings quickly and came to face them.

Now, ways of courting you. It’s different since he’s a beastman and you’re a human. He had to do a bit of studying on courtship for humans but he figured it out.

He gave you small gifts and also offered to carry you sometimes. He insisted on it sometimes. It was odd since he didn’t do it with anyone else besides you. It had to be pointed out but you came to realize this strange interaction.

You laid down on the concrete in defeat. Your arms luckily broke your fall but your knees took most of the damage. Your knees bled even through your pants.

“Prefect, are you ok?!” He asked in a panic. You rolled up your pant leg and inspected it.

“Yeah I think so.” You said while winding at the pain. Jack could tell that it still hurt. He knelt down and held his arms out.

“I’ll carry you to the nurses office.” He offered. You stared at him with a suspecting expression. His ears tilted downward as you continued to stare.

“Jack, do you like me?” You raised an eyebrow.

He flinched away and he scratched the back of his head. “Where’d you get that idea?!” He asked.

“What if I said I liked you back?”

“Don’t mess with me!

“Oh, but I’m not.”

#jamil viper x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #jack howl x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #requests

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aces-and-kings · 10 months

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Amidst the towering shelves of The Hourglass, a sanctuary of books taken over by Alexander ever since the demise of the former owner, Semex Drogon, Thor stood lost in a realm of thought. His eyes wandered over the dusty tomes, searching for the words that eluded him. Alex, approached him with a mixture of curiosity and concern etched upon his face.

"Thor, my friend, what weighs upon your heart? I can see the shadows of sorrow playing across your countenance."

Thor shifted his gaze to meet Alex's eyes, a hint of sadness lingering in his own.

"Aye, there's a request Ah must make o' ye. A've always been rubbish wit' words, an' now Ah must write a letter ta bid farewell."

Alex's eyes softened, recognizing the weight of Thor's emotions.

"In this haven of tales, we shall find solace through the written word. Tell me, who is the recipient of this letter, the one to whom you bid adieu?"

"Viper, a soul intertwined wit' mah own. A've caused him pain, an' now Ah must find a way ta set him free. Tha words evade me, refusin' ta be captured, an'd Ah'm left wit' a heavy heart."

Offering a gentle smile Alex could tell how difficult it was for the brooding pirate to ask for help and he was nothing if not considerate of that in proceeding. "Within the realm of ink and parchment, we shall craft a farewell imbued with profound emotion. Find respite here, dear Thor, and let us shape the words that will grant solace and release."

Thor exhaled a somber breath, following Alex's lead as they sought a table in a quiet corner of The Hourglass. Together, they delved into the depths of Thor's sorrow, selecting phrases that bore the weight of his goodbye and the essence of his lingering longing.

"Lad, your way wit' words is a balm ta mah troubled soul. Ye've taken tha fragments o' mah thoughts an' woven them inta somethin' achingly beautiful. Ah cannot express mah gratitude enough."

Alex smiled brightly, adjusting his glasses, "And you say you lack a way with words! Pfft. There is no need for gratitude, dear Thor. It is an honor to aid you in this. I owe you anyway, after you and your organization helped me obtain this shop. It's everything I'd ever hoped for."

"T'was no trouble at all, lad."

Alex stood, taking the letter with him and returned behind the counter where he signed, folded, and wax sealed it. It was passed over to Thor as he made way to the exit. "Safe travels, my friend."

With a mixture of sadness and newfound clarity, Thor expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Alex for their invaluable assistance. Leaving The Hourglass, he carried the weight of his words, prepared to bid farewell to Viper with a letter that would release them both from the chains of their shared past. As he walked away, Alex watched, a tender smile gracing his lips, knowing that he had played a part in the bittersweet tale of letting go and finding healing in the power of words.

#thorstyr helbwilfsyn #alexander hawthorne #my writing #mentions @thedarknesssings oc viper #the hourglass bookshop and cafe

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