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A New Beginning

Twisted Wonderland

Deuce overheard his mom speaking on the phone to his grandmother one night. Her words that night play in his head over and over again.

Word Count: 1842 ✯ AO3 Version

Characters: Deuce Spade, Deuce’s mom

Tags: Character Study, Light Angst, Minor Story Spoilers for cards and main story details to pertain to Deuce’s backstory, a few lines of dialogue lifted directly from main story

(A/N): This is my event entry for the prompt “New Beginnings” by @briarvalleyarchives ! I am…not very creative with titles…I hope you enjoy this short piece on Deuce and a brief look into his life before he would have received his letter from NRC.

“All I ever did in middle school was screw around… I was a terrible person that went as far as to use magic to lord over those who couldn’t.

Then, one night…I saw my mom hiding away tears as she called my grandma.

‘Was the way I raised him wrong?’

Even though none of it was her fault…

I swore that I would never make her cry again.”

Deuce slouched at his desk as he stared blearily ahead at the whiteboard, the writing on the board some assignment or other he couldn’t be bothered to focus on reading right now. The chatter of his classmates, whispering amongst themselves about his presence in the room, was nothing but a buzz of white noise as he mulled over the conversation he’d overheard his mom having with his grandma on the phone last night.

“Is it my fault for not being there for him more?” she’d all but sobbed into the phone.

“Tch.”

He scowled at the memory, scoffing at the classmates that flinched away from his glare. Exhaling and forcing his face to relax, he turned his back on them to stare out the window and watch the clouds, like his mom had taught him to when he got too irritated to contain it.

“Was the way I raised him wrong?”

He forced his jaw to unclench as the morning bell rang, forcefully focusing on the clouds while the teacher called roll.

“And now Spade, who - huh? Spade? You’re here today?”

He glanced over to find his home room teacher slack-jawed, the untrusting stares of his classmates crawling all over him.

“Well,” his teacher coughed, poorly attempting to compose himself, “if even the infamous Deuce Spade of all you failures can bother showing up for once, then maybe there’s hope for the rest of you lot making it to graduation yet.”

Deuce’s hands clenched as he focused on watching the clouds.

“Would it have been better if he had both parents?”

The morning lecture droned on too fast for him to grasp anything well enough to take notes that would make any remote sense. The class work that got passed around, when his classmates even bothered to give him a handout, might as well have been written with instructions done in gibberish.

“I…,” her voice cracked, dropping to such a whisper that Deuce had to strain his ears, “I feel like a stranger to him…I don’t…”

The whispers of his classmates….the whispers of his teachers…whispering, whispering about his presence in class, whispering about his “half-assed notes,” his “piss-poor class work,” whispering “Spade’s here? A fight’s sure to break out soon…”

“I don’t know how to reach him anymore…”

He bolted the minute the lunch bell rang, the patrolling teachers too used to his routine to even bother trying to stop him from jumping the school’s chain link fence. Some students hollered “Good riddance!” after him as he ran. Some of his fellow delinquents cheered and called out to him as he ran.

“I…I don’t want to give up on my baby…”

The voices all faded, one by one, until the only sound was that of his sneakers hitting the pavement and the surf of the sea that bordered town.

“When did I go wrong?”

Running, running, running…

“How did I…get to this point?”

Running, running until he reached the familiar shore on the edge of town that no one bothered visiting because it was more mangrove roots than an actual beach. Running until his knees hit the sand, face staring up at the clouds above as he shouted, “HOW DID I GET HERE?! WHAT AM I - ?!“

His lungs heaved as he slammed his hands down with a shout, sucking in air, “HOW COULD SHE THINK ITS HER FAULT?! I - I’M THE ONE WHO - WHO’S - !”

His fists clenched around sand, squeezing and squeezing until bits of shell and shards of pebbles dug painfully into his palms, a growl of aggravated frustration tearing from his throat as the tide came in and washed the sand out from under his fists and soaked his clothes.

“I don’t want to give up on my baby…”

The fight in him washed away with the receding tide, his shoulders slumping as he allowed himself one sniffle, sitting back on his heels.

“I’m the one who…I’m the one who’s been screwing around…And…And for what? Cuz sitting around in school was lame? Cuz doing projects and festivals was stupid?”

His fists clenched around the sand again, but it was loose and slipped through his fingers quickly in the ebb and flow of the afternoon high tide.

“I don’t understand any of the shit in class now…”

The ebb and flow of the waves nudged at him like a silent friend listening to all his deepest worries, like it always did. The sea never judged him.

“Ugh!” He scrubbed through his hair in a fit of irritation, but the sight of his bleached hair just made him even more agitated. “How could she think…?! I was the one…! I was the one who got a big head when the seniors showed me how to use my magic in a fight! I was the one who got a big head when they called me cool and showed me how to skip class! I was the one who…! Who…!”

His breath hitched as he remembered the ones who would flinch away from him in fear. The ones who would always shout “Good riddance!” whenever he’d leave to skip class for the day. Of the magicless classmates that’d pale if he so much as breathed in their direction. Of the teachers who gave up on him, one by one, and began instead to name him the culprit for every wrong doing he never did anytime something happened in school.

“I don’t want to give up on my son, mom. Don’t you dare say that about Deuce.”

He’d never picked a fight himself. He was in them all the time, sure, but he never actually started them himself. Sure, he looked down on the magic-less, but he never actually hurt anybody. He would never…he wasn’t that kind of person. He didn’t go around harassing people. He didn’t…

“Maybe I went wrong somewhere. Maybe I should have been there for him more. But I…Sevens, why did I call you? I don’t want to give up on my son, mom. Don’t you dare say that about Deuce.”

He didn’t hurt people on purpose. He wasn’t a malicious person. He only ever wanted to be like the seniors he looked up to. He backed his friends up in fights. But, at some point…those friends…

“Deuce isn’t like that. No, I don’t know how to reach him. But I don’t want to give up on my baby. My baby isn’t like what they say and you know it.”

At some point, it always led to his friends dragging him into the wrong places at the wrong time more often than he was really comfortable with. At some point, it led to him not understanding any of the lectures in class anymore. At some point, it led to all his classmates being scared of him.

At some point, it led to no one believing in him.

“I’m not going to give up on my son.”

No one believed in him anymore. No one except that officer that always seemed to be around to give him an alibi to prove his innocence and the one who refused to give up on him despite it all…

“Mom…?”

She stood, wind-swept and still in her work uniform, in the shadows of where the sidewalk met the beach sand. She smiled, a weary, strained tug of lips that made his eyes sting, that stole any words he might have tried to say.

“I thought I might find you here. You’ve had a long day, yeah? You’ve always come here whenever something was extra bad. Let’s head home. I’ll make your favorites.”

Deuce nodded, swallowing painfully around the lump in his throat as he took her hand. She looked up at him in surprise and it hurt more than he wanted to admit. Her eyes tried to search his, but he was too ashamed to meet her gaze.

She sighed; a soft, fond sound. Just for him.

The drying salt of his pants clung to his legs, a scratchy feeling that grounded him just as much as his soaked socks and sneakers. They walked in silence, hand in hand like they used to, before he began insisting that he was much too grown and much too tough of man to be seen doing such prissy things as doting on his mom.

Before he began bleaching his hair, before he began wearing leopard print jackets, before he began wearing clip-on piercings, before he began wearing eyeliner to make himself look tough and before he ever began skipping classes.

“What…have I been doing with myself this whole time?”

By the time they reached home, their yard was cast in the orange glow of the setting sun and their mailbox was cracked open from the day’s post delivery. The two of them parted ways so that Deuce could unlock the door while his mom retrieved the mail.

A gasp startled him, so much so that he fumbled and dropped the keys, but he had no mind for the keys when he was too busy with what could have possibly shocked his mom like that.

His mom was holding a black envelope with a white wax seal, a stately raven printed right in the middle of it. He’d seen that exact letter before. He’d seen that exact same envelope before, in the hands of seniors past, who’d brought it with them to school to show off to anyone who’d look, to anyone who’d listen.

Boasting that the Night Raven College had reached out to recruit them for their magic.

His mother’s hands trembled as she fumbled to open the letter, her eyes just as wide as his were.

Boasting that entry into Night Raven College, on that Sage’s Island, was by invite only.

The letter in her hands shook so much that Deuce had to wonder if she could even read it properly, let alone process anything that it said.

Boasting of a school for elite mages, that those who were lucky to manifest magic could only ever dream of attending.

The shout of pure joy, the smile that stretched from ear to ear, left no doubt in Deuce that the letter was really meant for him, of all people. Him, the delinquent. Him, the one who wasn’t even sure he could even envision going to high school.

Him, who made his mother cry for him.

As his mom cried again that evening, letter crushed between them as she hugged him close, hugged him so tight that he felt like she was trying to prove to himself that he truly was in her grasp, in her reach…he couldn’t help but think…

This was a new beginning that he desperately needed.

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pointing to every kid in a new work of fiction that I’ve dived into: and that’s my son, and that’s my son, and that’s my son, and that’s my -

That's bs Ace, you're always a prick-

Aw, look, they’re graduating!

Deuce: 13 year old me would’ve been both perplexed and in awe of who I am today *smiles sweetly to himself*

Sebek: 13 year old me me wouldn’t believe I’d get this far…

Ace: I would fight 13 year old me, I was a prick

Deuce: was?

He's offering great moray support

F.L | the best way to cook a crab and a cat

Summary: What was supposed to be a relaxing hike with the Leech twins and the A-Deuce duo quickly turns into a disaster after you find yourself falling down the side of a hill.

Characters: Floyd Leech x GN! Reader

Tags: Fluff, Crack, Mentions of injury and hints to violence

A/N: We're all going to pretend I didn't accidentally delete this post

Word Count: 1k+ |💌Masterlist

It's finally summer break and Jade dragged you and your friends along his mountain climbing club activities so that you could "get some fresh air" and "rid of your stress". Okay, that's a lie, he just dragged you all along to assist with his mushroom collection. Of course, you all didn't have a choice in the matter. After Grim accidentally broke one of Jade's terrariums, you've been pulled into situation after situation just to make it up to the older Leech brother.

On the bright side, Jade had convinced Floyd to come along. While the eel would never go anywhere within a five-mile radius of mushrooms, he just couldn't pass up an opportunity to hang out with his beloved shrimpy. Especially with how busy you are! So now you have an eel by your side to offer moray moral support and company.

All was going swimmingly. You guys had multiple baskets filled to the brim with all sorts of mushrooms and as long as you didn't make him pick up any of those disgusting revolting skin-crawling little fungi, Floyd was completely content with just clinging to your side.

Although the trip wasn't difficult, Jade did warn you all that the slopes were slippery and muddy because of the previous night's rain. This means that extra caution was to be practiced. However, when you're the Ramshackle prefect with a ferocious feline companion and Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dumber as friends, something is bound to go wrong.

"Ace! I told you to stop messing around! It's dangerous!" Deuce screamed, grabbing the back of Ace's shirt, and forcing him to halt to stop. Grim dug his claws into Ace's clothing, making the teenage boy shriek and flail around in an attempt to get the grey cat off his back.

"Oi! This jacket is expensive! Grim get off of me!"

"Myahh! It's way too muddy! No way am I walking!"

The two of them continued to grapple each other. Ace was writhing madly, while Grim scurried around his body like some deranged raccoon. Floyd burst out laughing, clearly amused by the little clown performance the two were putting on. You, on the other hand, didn't think it was so fun.

Yelping, you tripped and fell forward after Ace bumped into you. Before you could hit the ground, Floyd was quick to grab your arm and pull you back up. "Careful, shrimpy.~"

You huffed and thanked him. Taking a couple of steps back, you glared at the two rambunctious mages. "Hey! Settle down will you-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Ace abruptly flung Grim off of him and threw the cat your way. Grim slammed against you, making you lose your footing and slip off of the hill.

"Shit!" You shrieked as you started to tumble down the slope. In an effort to shield your head as much as you could, you folded your arms over your neck. You collided with a few trees along the way before eventually skidding to a stop on a ridge.

As you wiped the muck from your eyes, a faint cry of misery escaped your lips. Your entire body was stinging, sharp twigs and rocks were piercing your back and you were very certain something was broken.

"Shrimpyy!" A shrill voice called and you turned your head to see Floyd clambering down the hill in your direction. Jade was telling him to get back, warning his brother that it was dangerous, but Floyd completely ignored him. When he reached you, he was quick to pull you into his arms. You sent him a sheepish smile as you leaned against his frame, trying not to move your right ankle too much.

'What a beautiful summer break this is…' You could hear the worried shouts of your friends calling for you. Groaning, you lifted a hand up.

"I'm over here! I'm doing fine I guess…"

"Look what those idiot guppies did to you!" The eel drew his brows together, his lips curled into a snarl.

“Yeah…I think I broke my ankle.” You said, hissing as your foot throbbed. Floyd glanced at you in concern, cringing at the bruises that littered your skin. He moved you onto his back and began to climb up the hill, being extra careful and gentle with your bruised body. "Don't worry, shrimpy~! Jade will make you all better!"

Once you reached the top, Floyd easily pulled both of you up. When he gently placed you on the ground, grim tried to run over to you but stopped when Floyd growled at him. "You stay just righ' there baby seal."

The cat took a step back, terrified of the eel and what he may do. You shook your head and smiled at Grim. "That's what you get for making me fall to my near death."

"Heh heh. I did tell you all to be careful, did I not?" Jade smirked before clicking his tongue. He kneeled down beside you, prodding at your ankle. "Oh my. It's not broken but you do have a nasty sprain. It's best if we splint it. Floyd can just carry you back down."

"Let's be honest, it's all that idiot cat's fault!" Ace grumbled, walking up to you with a somewhat apologetic look on his face. Deuce punched the back of his head, screaming directly into his ear. "You idiot! Can't you just apologize for once?"

“Crabby? Baby Seal? ” Floyd stalked towards the two of them, an eerie smile on his face. “Wanna know something?~ I reeaaally really hate it when my shrimpy gets hurt. Come here and let me pound some sense into you two for a lil' bit, kaaay?~”

Ace opened his mouth, about to start an argument with Deuce this time. His mouth clamped shut when Floyd abruptly got up from his spot on the floor. The eel stared at him menacingly, his mismatched eyes darting between Ace and Grim.

Probably deciding which of them he should go for first.

Shaking your head in fear and dread, you croaked out, "No! No! Floyd! Put the rock down!"

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Food Prompt: Burger

Ive been working on this rlly zoomed out so i was rlly surprised to see it so crisp??? lol

ANYWAYS I'm doing this food prompt I found on pinterest that belongs to @/lychgate.

Ive already sketched out 1-7 but if you have any suggestions you could always ask/comment a number+character even a character/prompt ive already done if you're interested.👀👀

being gifted hand-me-downs by the heartslabyul bois

Drew that one scene from chapter 6??? When ACE (?) BRINGS HOMEWORK??TO MY HOUSE??? smh This is old and I forgot to post it lol

Chapter 7

TwistedWonderland WIPS

An assortment of sketches that I plan to eventually finish :)

Portfest Sketches

THEY MADE CHURROS. I WANT TO EAT ALL OF THEM. I WOULD BE SO UPSET THAT I HAD TO CHECK ON EVERYONE ELSE AND NOT BE ABLE TO EAT ALL THE CHURROS.

!!I have an emotional attachment to three idiots!!!!