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Ordinary (song fic)
Before you start (BB) is best boy so you can insert your favourite Twisted Wonderland boy, mc is also gender neutral. Song is from the Owl House. It’s also my first song fic so if it sucks I’m sorry.
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Walking to Ramshackle with (BB) and Grim, as all three of them had a lovely conversation. As (BB) looks at mc with such love in his eyes as he laughs at one of the magicless human jokes. As mc walks in Ramshackle with Grim they say their goodbyes until the movie night. As mc close the door they let out a sigh as the hit their head on the door.
I notice how he looks at me
But I pretend that I don’t see
It’s easier if I let the tension subside
As mc picked up the novel they were reading, as time passed they got closer to the ending of the book. As they finished reading “And they lived happily ever after.” They had thrown the book half way across the room and it opened to a random page. Mc sat up and petted Grim as he slept peacefully. At they stood up to get the book the thought of (BB) filled their head with the ending of the book.
I’ve seen it in the books I read
A magic you cannot see
There’s no limitations
They were it with pride
But the charters I read, never act or look like me
I can’t depend on ‘em to lead me through the right door
Mc picked up the book and put it back on the shelf were it belongs, then headed for their room. Walking in their room they sat at the small table that was littered with papers and books. The perfect got to work finding away home along with trying to ignore the thought of (BB) that plagued their mind. Soon memories of home started to fill their minds. The school they went to where they could disappear into the crowds and find their friends. Talking simply could mess up the simplest words and being ordinary was hard to do.
And what’s the point of falling when I know I’m only stalling?
‘Cause I have to go back home
Where I’m just one of the herd
Tripping over my words
Trying hard to go with the grain
Keeping the quirks in my brain
I’m on the brink of discovery, I think
But what if I’m dreaming?
That’s what it seems like
Hearing a knock at Ramshackle snapped the lost human out of their thoughts. Running down the stairs they stoped in the hallway looking at the door, as thoughts of one day leaving them alone as they would have to leave to go back home. Slowly walking towards the door they put their hands that was shaking on the door handle, then slowly opened it.
‘Cause this boy thinks I’m part of his world
And that new territory is scary
If I turn the handle, am I asking for a scandal?
Should I try to be ordinary?
As (BB) walks in holding some snacks he smiles at Mc not knowing he was causing their heart beat to become much faster. “Let’s go to the main room,” Mc said trying their hardest to sound normal. The duo headed to the common room as (BB) asks, “so what movie are we watching?”
“I couldn’t pick so who about you pick a movie?”
“How about (Random movie title)?”
“Ok that sounds good.”
In the middle of the movie (BB) moved closer to mc.
“This is a good movie... right?”
“Yes it is.”
“Goooood.”
Baaah!
I’ve always been a little odd
The only pea inside the pod
That’s not an expression, I’m guessing
Oh well
The next day you were walking to class with Grim. Looking to see (BB) talking with someone, he also looks up to make eye contact with the love sick perfect. Sending a smile that made the perfect breath become caught in their throat. Quickly they turn around and hurry to a bathroom leaving Grim behind.
See? That’s exactly what I mean
I’m just as awkward as I seem
Plus, he make me nervous
I hope he can’t tell
Splashing some cool water on their face as their hands shack with every movement, letting out the air that the young human chocked on. Raising their head to look in the mirror thoughts of home filled their head. The smell of (favourite dinner), the awkwardness you would face when the teacher randomly called on them (it hasn’t changed). Home all my wants is to go home.
What is it he sees, in this cluster clump of me?
Or, could it be I’m going crazy?
Any hey? Who am I kidding?
This isn’t some sweet beginning
Just a detour to the end!
Then back to the herd
Tripping over my words
Trying hard to go with the grain
Keeping the quirks in my brain
I’m on the brink of discovery, I think
But what if I’m dreaming?
After the morning meeting mc started to avoid (BB) thinking if they ignore him the feelings will go away and he will get use to not having them around. It was harder then they thought along with the feeling of emptiness the envied the magicless student heart. After school they sat looking out the window at the stars, putting a hand over their heart tears slowly fell from their eyes filled with loneliness.
Do I rewind? Induce amnesia?
Pretend I didn’t see him?
Succumb to stupid fear?
Or just believe in my heart?
All of the time that they didn’t get to hang out, realization of the past from their world. Mc had never fitted in before it was hard to be ‘normal’ according to society, Twisted Wonderland was the first time they have ever felt ‘normal’. No one judge people based on weird quirks that people may have. Picking up their phone they sent a text message to (BB).
Mc- Hey come to Ramshackle I want to tell you something
Why play a part?
Why follow the herd?
Why not trust in my words?
Don’t wanna go with the grain!
Why try to make myself plain?
I’m on the brink of rediscovery, I think
(BB): Sure, I’ll come to Ramshackle. What is the reason?
Mc- Doesn’t matter just come!
(BB): Ok, on my way.
A smile appeared on the perfects face as they raced to the bathroom to wash their tear stained face. As they shook practiced what they were going to say in their head a knock could be heard through out the ran down dorm. The human seemed to jump and run through air until their feet hit the ground, but that was only until they got to the stairs. Taking a deep breath they started down the stairs o the door.
So what if I’m dreaming?
I like the scene that I’m in!
And this boy is apart of this world
The thought of being normal is far more scary
Opening the door (BB) stood their look worried. “Is everything ok?” He asked in a worried tone.
“Yes everything is fine.”
“Then way were you avoiding me all day today?”
“I just thought if I ignore the feeling it would go away.”
“Ignore what feeling? That doesn’t really answer my question.”
“I’m going to leave soon... so I just wanted you to get use to me not being here.”
“Leave? Your not going anywhere, are you Mc?”
“I don’t belong here.. but I just can’t go without you knowing how I truly feeling.”
The magicless perfect tool a deep breath in and looked at (BB) dead in the eyes.
I’ll be brave and I’ll be kind
I’ll make a choice and change my mind
I will mess up all the time
They’ll say I’m weird but I’ll be fine
I’ll be anything but ordinary!
“All I want to say is that I love you.”
Another old doodle- Chances of posting recent drawings is slim to none with finals and what not but let's hope
They're childhood besties, your honor
Omg people the wheel gave me Rollo× Che'nya 🤯😨 I'm gonna design the worst hairdo>:) probably will post it this afternoon
Rollo × che'nya children let's goooo!!! (I had a lot of fun to design they're hair style! Also if anyone has ideas for names pls comment them ( ꈨຶ ˙̫̮ ꈨຶ ) (the boy twin is emo because everyone in his family has a bad haircut and he's the only one who mind but he can't change his haircut cause he need to match with his sister)
@deescade
1 - (Sebek) ...
2 - (Neige) That would genuinely make me a little uncomfortable. Not because I don't like him but because I don't like when people whisper to me.
3 - (Kalim) I would stop working...
4 - (Sebek) It kinda works cause I also got him for the first one.
5 - (Chenya) My baby!! Whyy lol
6 - (Leona) Guess he's not wasting time... ehhh
7 - (Deuce) Okay, that's just rude! How dare you?! >:(
8 - (Silver) That hurts my feelings, why would he do that to me... :'(
9 - (Riddle) I'd probably accidently push/hit him cause of my shock... Not the best scenario...
This is my first post and it's currently 3:50am and I can't sleep. I'm gonna do more of these!
Twisted Wonderland (How Would They: Tell You a Pick-up Line? ver.) click and drag game!
warnings: flashing images
prompt: how would these characters tell you a pick-up line?
When YOU tell them a pick-up line...
Game notes • How to Play
Please use a browser other than Google Chrome to play because the GIFs always lock onto their first frame on Chrome. Safari and Firefox work, please try those
If you're on mobile, screenshot the gifs either as a set or individually
⸢𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⸥ • ⸢𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒⸥ • ⸢𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⸥
— 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 ⸢🐲⸥
When he meets your mother
When you're a sculptor
Getting him to say Nakakapagpabagabag
— 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄 ⸢🦇⸥
When you're demonic royalty
— 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 ⸢⚔️⸥
TBA
— 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊 𝐙𝐈𝐆𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓 ⸢⚡️⸥
When you're a reaper
When you're a child of Mother Miranda
When you're a Mom Friend
When he gives familial love
— 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐘 ⸢🪶⸥
TBA
— 𝐌𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍 ⸢🐈⬛️⸥
TBA
— 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋 ⸢🐾⸥
When you're an aspiring designer
— 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒 ⸢💪⸥
When he winds up in your world
— 𝐒𝐀𝐌 ⸢💀⸥
When he winds up in your world
— 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐍 ⸢✊️⸥
TBA
— 𝐂𝐇𝐄'𝐍𝐘𝐀 ⸢🐈⸥
TBA
— 𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 ⸢🧜♂️⸥
TBA
— 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐄 ⸢🍏⸥
TBA
Seeing as I am making an aged up AU- I really like the thought of Riddle and Cater knowing each other in high school. Just- as platonic buddies.
Like it's some type of prestigious school, junior year, in the Queendom of hearts. Riddle is most likely aiming to be valedictorian, he's student counsel president, already been admitted to NRC. Trey and Chenya don't go to this school, and Riddle's tyrant tendencies leaves him without many people to possibly befriend.
Then. Just. Here comes this babygirlified dork from the Shaftlands having moved YET AGAIN in his senior year. Transferred even though there are only a few months left till Cater graduates. And there's just this little guy. Just this little fella of a counsel president who doesn't have many people around him.
OBVIOUSLY they manage to befriend each other. Most likely due to a combination of curiosity on Riddle's end and Cater's social skills. Cater would've had no fuckin idea where he'd apply to for college given just how often he's moved around. That is until one offhand comment about NRC during a study session.
Cater eventually graduates, his family moves back to the Shaftlands. Riddle finds out Trey also got accepted to NRC, which is great, but him and Cater are now only connected online.... that is until the lil teapot tyrant himself graduates, goes to NRC, and just finds Cater chillin there in his sophomore year.
They are all besties ur honor
little chef meow meow
I- i like to imagine that chenya would not take cooking/baking seriously at all. To the point where during the hypothetical event, we dont even know whether or not he's good at it by the end- though im sure he's at least somewhat familiar since he's childhood friends with trey. skrunkly lil shit (affectionate)
Who next? :D v
Anywho ik this style merch (gurihiru) is making the rounds as profile pictures so if anyone may want to use this- sure go ahead just credit me :D
Tags!
@the-trinket-witch @thehollowwriter @distant-velleity @justm3di0cr3 @kitwasnothere
@techno-danger @cecilebutcher @scint1llat3 @lowcallyfruity @skriblee-ksk
@beneathsakurashade
got me thinking about them again...
They did it. NRC reached peak asshole to the point they made their teacher cry.
They’re making this poor man cry cus they don’t want to save the RSA students(Neige and Che’nya, others) who put themselves in harms way to let them escape. Literally they all but one asked if they could leave and go home instead of trying to save the RSA students in the flowers.
I'm reposting my riddle rosehearts doodle from twitter~cuz y'all had asked.
I couldn't help it!! I was thinking about baby Riddle Rosehearts escaping to Trey's house to play with Trey and Chenya when it was raining.He's knocking on your glass Trey,open the door for the baby,poor thing is drenched,he might catch a cold.
Unique Kisses: Rollo, Che'nya, Neige
Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia || Rollo, Che'nya, Neige || Honest Fellow
Rollo F. (no kisses)
“May I have a kiss, please? A kind word? Any form of attention?”
“Rather not.”
Rollo does not lift his gaze from his book. He sits too far away for you to read the title — you're separated by the whole length of the coffee table on which the service with the steaming tea stands — but you wouldn't be surprised if he was reading something religious.
You have no desire to return to the Victorian romance, a heavy volume that spreads across your lap. Yet, there are twenty-five minutes left until the end of your reading hour, a meeting you arrange every day because books are cool. You feel like you will die of boredom in three.
Maybe not from boredom, but because of something that makes you unable to focus on the present moment. You feel bad about tearing your lover away from his reading, but finally, with a heavy heart, you get up, walk around the table and sit next to him.
Your thighs touch and you let your head fall against Rollo's warm shoulder.
Immediately, you feel a little better.
“What are you doing?” Rollo doesn't seem to share your enthusiasm. He tilts his head so he can measure you with his eyes. If you looked at him even briefly, you would notice that his eyebrows have dropped slightly in an expression of concern, and his gaze has become investigative, piercing.
You sigh slightly in response, too listless to lift your eyelids, and unwittingly play with the soft tassels of his outfit.
“Please, let's do something else. The weather is so nice today...!” Your plea resembles the lament of a preschooler, especially when you bury your face in his shoulder. By that, some tension from Rollo escapes. He takes his eyes off you.
“I'd rather finish the book.”
“Then at least let me stay here, by your side. I feel extremely lonely today.”
You squeeze even more into his shoulder, warming yourself a little. His rochet-styled uniform wears the distinctive scent of incense, honey and disappointment, a perfume that is even more charming in a room that smells of tea and books. You let yourself inhale it until Rollo puts his hand on your head.
And now, you are distracted.
“Did something happen today?” He asks in a quiet, noticeably caring voice. You often hear a similar tone at night when you two return from evening prayer — whether you go there for God or for him — and Rollo is more inclined to care about everyone. Now all his attention is on you. You are a tad too intimidated and tired to respond. You only shake your head. “Well. Then let's go for a walk.”
That instantly enlivens you.
“Re... Really? You're not joking?!” You need confirmation because Rollo Flamm seldom changes his plans. You've already spent so much time with him that you can't imagine him missing a lesson for no more important reason than a bad morning attitude. And you considered yourself to be a rather imaginative person.
“You should already be aware of my lack of humour.”
You are. The little threads of romance in his body must have awakened, and you feel almost guilty for labelling him as the stiffest student in NBC. And since Rollo is being so gracious today...
“Then, can we hold hands?”
Your question throws him off balance, and you are ready to call off your request when he suddenly starts correcting the folds of his outfit to distract you and focus on staying carefree.
“...I apologize, but I might need some more time. I need to get accustomed to all that… romantic...” He starts, but then you grab his hand. The words of protest die on his tongue. He swallows the remnants of them as he grunts. “Alright. At least you won't get lost.”
(...No kissing before the wedding, though). /hj
Che'nya (insufficient kisses)
“Strawberry.”
“No.”
“Raspberry then.”
“Also no. But you're almost there.”
Che'nya presses his lips to yours for the eighth time, and you cover the label of the drink you're holding in your hands even more tightly.
Your boyfriend has decided he can guess the taste of the orangeade you're drinking. You think he knew exactly what you were drinking from the third kiss: you shared a favourite range of fizzy drinks, and there was never any indication that you intended to change it. Che'nya would have forced you to convert back if such a thing ever happened.
“Hm~” Your boyfriend hums under his breath as he moves away from your face. When you look at him unmoved, he smiles broadly. “Cher- Chestnut”.
“Duh, you already know the answer.”
“So it's a Cherchestnut?”
You sigh, and Che'nya’s smile spreads even further across his face. His white teeth flash softly as if he hasn't eaten the entire basket of cakes you baked for him and his friends' first thing in the morning.
“Now you're just being mean,” you cross your arms to have Che'nya feel accused. He leans back in his seat, and his smile does not disappear from his face.
“Am I?”
“Aren't you?”
“If I were so sweetened by your presence that my senses were going mad, would my mistakes be ‘mean’ too?” When he says this, he sits up straight and leans beside you. He takes two steps onto the bench and sinks down into your lap, facing up — and by that — facing you.
He reaches out to touch the locks of your hair falling towards him.
“Are you a madman yet?” You ask, leaning towards him with your lips pressed together in a line.
“Am I? Or am I not? Who are we all anyway?”
“I know you're an annoying boyfriend. I don't like you from now on. Oh from now on, I don't like you,” you snap your fingers, and Che'nya smiles broadly. You try to push him off your lap, but he gracefully turns before you manage to do so and then wraps his arms tightly around you.
“My love will cover the two of us,” here he places his hands on both your cheeks and kisses the corner of your mouth. You try to swat him, but then he starts to disappear. His lips and words remain last with you. “But now it is time to withdraw. I feel a strong antagonism towards me here, and I shall take my leave.”
Neige L. (the most common in a world of uncommon kisses)
Neige loves kisses.
For this reason, you find it hard to believe that he can't write a few sentences about them on his Magicam. You don't know how to prove it, though, because Neige has photos — beautiful footage from a recent photo shoot revolving around the theme of picnic and spring — that he needed to publish soon. They were now lingering in his gallery on his phone, waiting for Neige’s inspiration to strike.
“If I wasn't here, would you also have such a problem with a short description?” Your question sounded like an insincere accusation, to which Neige replied with a smile.
He had long since put his phone away in his bag. He always put it away when he wanted to give you one hundred per cent of his attention, but the subject of the photo kept hovering over the two of you because your boyfriend said he needed inspiration.
Every inspiration follows experience.
You're ready to help him any time, but not joshing with him first.
“I wouldn't write about them then. I would come up with something about spring or beauty...” He says, peering out of the wide window of his room. The view is lovely, full of greenery. Spring is coming. “But now that I have you, I can write about something as beautiful as love.”
“...Poser.”
Although that's the title you hail him with, Neige no longer responds. He cannot divide his attention, and what occupies him now is you, your face, your beautiful sparkling eyes, the shape of your ears, the lobes of which he runs his fingers over until they reach your jawline. There they stop as his attention shifts again: to your lips, the soft, smooth lips that he loves to kiss so much. And he kisses them, and everything around him loses meaning.
...
“How did it feel?” He asks, pulling you back onto the sofa. You sigh lightly.
“Is that survey to create an ideal description for the photo?”
“That's for me too. For contemplation.”
Neige looks at you with anticipation. When he sees that you need to think, he takes his eyes off you and pours fruit tea into the two cups in front of you, on the coffee table bordering a sofa.
“I don't know how to describe them. Either way, it's your job to think of something, so don't dump it on me,” you finally state, picking up the cup you've been given. You take a sip and decide to deflect the question. “And how do you feel, Neige?”
“Indescribably,” he says as he can't describe it either. Neige puts his hand over his heart and when he looks you straight in the eye, you are perfectly able to pinpoint why his fans love him so much - he looks princely. Neige sighs quietly. “I think I'm going to have to go with this spring because I don't know how to describe all the things that are bubbling up in my chest. I'll have to think about it longer.”
You pat him on the shoulder.
“Good luck with that. If you don't come up with any ideas, I can link you some fanfictions with nice descriptions.”
“Thank you, they will come in handy.”
“...They can be works with you, right?”
“...Ah.”
Hehehe. So excited for my readers to meet my version of Queen Maleficia.
I have a feeling some of y'all are gonna fall for her so hard.
At least, I hope so haha. Then again, it's mostly cause I'm kinda in love with her and how I write her. LMAO.
Anyway, coming soon to the next chapter (Chapter 16) or Accidentally in Love, part 7 of the Adequately Inadequate Universe series!
If you have been reading AIU but aren't caught up, this is your sign to do so! If you haven't read the series yet, consider giving it a shot?
Filled with many rarepairs that might hit your fancy if you give 'em a chance, a couple fandom faves, lots of feels, even many more laughs, and just chock full of so much fluff you might need to see a dentist afterwards! (You have been warned.)
I would absolutely love to know what you think so pretty please leave some comments. Let me know your feels, your thoughts, whatever you like. You can keyboard smash or quote or leave a bunch of emojis. What have you. My comments section is your oyster. Go crazy!
(ALSO, I've got a secondary series called Octaclaw. If you love super rarepairs, this is one for you as well! First fic, I Want You, is Jade x Jack. The second ship and main of the second fic will be Azul x Leona, which was just revealed in the latest chapter. The other ships are a secret until their reveals. Fufufu~ Gotta make it fun for me. Lol.)
Please reblog this, if you would be so kind, as I'd really love to get more eyes on both of these series. I highly appreciate your support! Thank you kindly! 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏