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Howdy! I'm dystopyxrose, but you can call me Rose :3
I'm an independent artist who works primarily traditionally.
Hoping to figure out tumblr so i can have another place to post art :)
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she/her
adult (unfortunately)
pls do not perceive me
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๐คก clowns
๐๏ธ moths
๐ rats
๐ถ Will Wood
โฅ๏ธ Cryptids
๐ฉธ humorism
๐ช cartoons
๐๏ธ writing
๐ชDC comics
โพ๏ธ autism!!!
~FAVE GAMES~
(In no order)
โค๏ธ Undertale/Deltarune
โ๏ธ Phoenix Wright
๐ป Sally Face
๐ Night in the Woods
๐ฑ Pokemon
๐ Fran Bow/Little Miss Fortune
(Header image made for me by @lenore-was-here !
Originally I planned to use this blog for all of my original stories/characters, but it ended up being where I post yandere brain rot, teeheeโฆ
I may still post non-yandere content from time to time, but for the most partโฆ
expect a LOT of yandere!
CURRENT HYPERFIXATION: Twisted Wonderland
This blog is 14+!
However, I myself am an adult, and sometimes indulge in adult content. When that happens, I will mark them as such. But overall, I avoid posting/reblogging adult content on this blog!
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I am a yandere writer, but I still have my limits and boundaries! This post (which is really just a link to a YouTube video) is where I address them.
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texts i think the twst cast would send with the help of liquid courage. some of them don't even need liquid courage, but it is silly to imagine a drunk text from them anyway.
warning: some of these lines are excessively cheesy and also nsfw.
riddle - i want to study you like you're my notes and do you like you're my homework.
trey - are you a pastry because i'd like to fill you. ;)
cater - heeeyyy heeyyy wanna be more than /j? ;D we can be /srs instead. <3
ace - i'm in love with you.
deuce - can i take you out? on a date. not to kill you. i would never. you're really cool and i think we should go out like best buds do. you and me together. a date. for best buds. a best buds date.
leona - bed's empty. come warm it. don't make me wait.
ruggie - starving rn. lemme feast between your legs.
jack - can we be lifelong mates?
azul - you must be my glasses because i can't see clearly without you.
jade - mushrooms double in size every day. may i show you a special species that does the same whenever i look at you? :)
kalim - just so you know, i don't need to use oasis maker on you to get you soaked. :3
jamil - you'd look pretty wearing a collar with my name on it.
vil - you would look very beautiful tangled in my sheets. shall we make this opinion of mine a fact tonight?
rook - let me inside, mon amour. in more ways than one, of course. <3
epel - you're the apple of my eye... (the follow-up text: that was so corny. can we just fuck instead?)
idia - jk but not rly but jk wannawatchthisnewshowtogetherinmyroomjustthetwoofuspleasesayyes
malleus - child of man, allow me to bestow upon you a most glorious gift: my surname.
lilia - if you'll allow it, i would love nothing more than to give you a delightful green gown.
silver - would you be willing to sleep beside me tonight? i'd like to meet you in my dreams.
sebek - HUMAN. YOU ARE OKAY.......FOR A HUMAN. VERY OKAY. YES.
rollo - i yearn to kiss you and taste sweetness on your lips, and in return you can taste the sin on mine.
neige - you're really so cute!!! i wanna be more than friends. :D keep this a secret, though. don't tell (name)!
che'nya - you're purrfect in everything, but nothing is nyat bad either. lemme come over and prove it. ;3c
fellow - are you in the market for a husband? i know a great candidate. i'll introduce you free of charge! it's on me! (the follow-up when you ask if it's him: no, i'm talking about hellow fonest.)
skully: it would honor me so if you could be the sally to my jack. (and then in a string of various messages: please please please please please please plEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE)
swing: (sends a picture of his centipede tattoo) showed ya mr. swing's centipede. reply to mr. swing. ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ
Riddle - was drunk (probably his first time and was drunk on like,,,, a cup of wine, but you would think he'd been downing shots all night), and is at "must find nearest bridge" level of mortified. Like genuinely trey and cater will be physically restraining him.
Trey - was drunk and it was probably a dare, he'll be really embarrassed about it and blush deep red and hide his face, but he's also chuckling. He wasn't kidding, yknow.
Cater - tipsy and will add a thousand "jk!!"s the next morning. He doesn't want to ruin anything, we know this to be true of cater, he likes a status quo that he can blend into. But if, yknow,,,, youre /srs about it,,,,,, jk unless ๐
Ace - was so drunk and if the hangover wasn't bad enough, he wakes up to see that message and oml he wants to crawl in a hole and die it's so embarassing he doesn't even want to see your response.... throws his phone across the room and will be avoiding you for a while. You're gonna have to chase him down lmao.
Deuce - drunk but thinks he played it pretty cool. Is certain you have no idea about his burning crush on you. Even though when you confront him about the best buds date he continues to stumble over his words and blush madly.
Leona - stone cold sober. And is mad if you made him wait.
Ruggie - was drunk but is shameless about it and will try to guilt trip you into letting him feast
Jack - was drunk and is embarrassed, but mostly because that is not how he'd like to ask you to be his lifelong mate! He wanted to do it in person, and a lot more personal... let him do over?
Azul - was drunk and is so embarrassed by the cheesy pick up line. He's finding his octopot to hide in while he comes up with all sorts of different contracts to make sure you never tell anyone. (Tho if youre like me youre just gonna kiss him when he tries to get you to sign and NDA teehee)
Jade - tbh this is a 50/50 he could be drunk or just tipsy or stone cold sober but he would not need liquid courage to send that shit. When you confront him about it he'll just ask, "well, do you?" :)
Floyd - stone cold sober, honestly just trying to work on his essay when all he can imagine is slipping into you ๐ please help him this is lowkey your fault
Kalim - was drunk. "Whoa, I wrote that??" Is honestly just impressed with himself and wants you to get him drunk again so he can see what other "suave" stuff he can say ๐ญ
Jamil - doesn't matter if he was or not because he'll claim he was drunk (which like.... wtf happened that JAMIL allowed himself to get drunk???) and will probably just try to gaslight you about the whole thing. While also being like... well, you would. (He is secretly very embarrassed and just trying to play it off, show the man some mercy)
Vil - was a lil wine drunk, but is only embarrassed if it made you uncomfortable. Otherwise he stands by it (even if you are a spudling)
Rook - was sober and was making direct eye contact with you from outside your window. He wrote the message while smiling and waving at you. You thought you were drunk.
Epel - just a lil of meemaw's specialty cider that he snuck when Vil wasn't paying attention,,,,, (Rook allowed it because it was interesting). He's gonna be red as an apple the next day. But he'll be very happy if the response is positive
Idia - he was planning to ask you all day and kept putting it off by saying "im not ready yet," getting himself drunker each time, just to have enough courage to send that. It was almost immediately proceeded by so many "jk jk jk jk jk pleasedonthateme"s and tbh if you responded affirmatively he'd probably pass out. He's probably gonna be drinking more if you do agree for the same reason he was drinking in the first place ๐ญ
Malleus - he was drunk but he stands by it. You gave him a nickname, now hes giving a surname. He believes it to be incredibly fair and benevolent of him. And also please say yes
Lilia - :) (doesn't matter cuz he was serious about it.)
Silver - sober, no drinks necessary, was just genuinely asking
Sebek - was sooo drunk and he honestly cannot BELIEVE he was so cavalier as to say that to you!!!!! How embarrassing... such a moment of weakness! HUMAN! YOU MUST NOT TELL ANYONE!!
Rollo - miscalculated how much wine he was having and let himself get drunk, and now he's so embarassed. He really is feeling the part of the lowly sinner... please forgive him. Or better yet, forget it ever happened.
Neige - was so drunk, and like riddle, he was drunk on barely anything. Maybe a beer. Or half of one. Hes a lil bit embarassed, but no more than some pink cheeks while looking up at you through his lashes.
Che'nya - another one that feels really 50/50, but hes not gonna be ashamed about it at all.
Fellow - drunk and will play it off as a joke... but also of you're not gonna take him seriously, maybe he should've charged! Humph. Hes contradicting himself and won't commit to either side (not until he knows which way to play it to win your heart or soothe his wounded one...)
Skully - another one who was probably drunk on barely anything (and/or someone spiked the Halloween punch!) and he'll be sobbing in the toilet when you find him, mourning your love. He won't even realize you're, yknow... you, and will be confessing even more of his feelings for you at you. Then he's gonna pass out curled around you. And, yes, he will be scandalized when he wakes up in a bed with you (even though you're both fully clothed).
Swing - sober and so so desperate please just respond to Mr. Swing
Sorry that the apostrophes are like nonexistent my autocorrect is GARBAGE and im too tired to go back and fix em all. Also my spelling and autocorrect in general are pretty bad so yeah there are mistakes but uhhhhhh,,,,,,,, I was drunk or something idk I post so rarely anyway dont come for me ๐ญ
Merakiui tysm for being such a source of inspiration to me. Congrats on graduating!!!!!
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Treat anything on Discord as media that will be lost
Do not use Discord to host your files. Do not rely on Discord to preserve your text. DO NOT RELY ON DISCORD FOR ANY KIND OF PRESERVATION OR HOSTING!!
It CAN be lost, it WILL be lost! You must consider Discord as a part of the Core Internet, controlled by one company that hosts the servers.
I thought it was impressive at first that it replaced IRC, but now I am horrified. If the company behind Discord went under today, how many friends would you lose?
How many relationships? How much writing?
You may think this won't happen, but I remember when AIM went down and along with it, entire novels worth of interaction with my oldest friend.
IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU. IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN. NO COMPANY IS INFALLIBLE.
Back up your files! Download anything you've saved to Discord NOW, before the API changes go into effect! And DO NOT RELY ON THEM FOR HOLDING IMPORTANT FILES!
Here is a program that lets you download any and all of your discord DMs, your servers, everything. You can set the format (raw text, html (dark and light), and others. You can even download the uploaded files not just the text, though that may be just for the command-line version not the GUI window version.
Exports Discord chat logs to a file. Contribute to Tyrrrz/DiscordChatExporter development by creating an account on GitHub.
Please back up your conversations, your stories. I have a backup of everything I care about that runs once a week, with full attachment backups every several months. I write stories on discord, and would be devastated if someone happened to them. You have to have your own local copies of every file you care about.
Cracking flippant yo mama jokes is a dangerous game in twisted wonderland specifically because two of the heaviest hitters, Riddle and Deuce, are two determined powerhouses that swing first think later when they're upset and are also the two that have very deep connections to their mothers. Like yeah Riddle is traumatized by his mother but that change the fact he's deeply connected to her and that doesn't change the fact he flies into a rage when disrespected and that he's extremely proud of who he is and is attached to his mom meanwhile Deuce would crack your spine for insulting his hard-working single mother for good reason.
You spout off one yo mama joke, not even a full roast just "your ma" like "no you" levels of flippancy, in heartslabyul and you instantly draw so much aggro that they kill you on sight
You can speed run pre overblot Riddle crashout by shooting "your mama" joke at him when he starts going off about you and adeuce's behavior. You think ace made him mad with his goading?? A single "your mother" type joke is the emotional equivalent of curb stomping a land mine in that situation
Idea free to use cause idk if I'll ever draw or write a scene like this and I'd rather it actually go somewhere than most fester in WIP draft purgatory
You've gotten really good at avoiding Floyd's sudden squeezes. You jump right out of the way when he opens his arms like a trap-feeding whale, and circle around him to avoid getting pinned against the wall. This would sometimes lead to a long chase down the halls, ending only when Trein or Crewel came to stop the two of you. It also led to Floyd rethinking his approach around you.
His squeezes had to be smaller. Subtler. A light tug on your sleeve when you start to walk away. He holds the fabric gently between his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger. You could easily pull away if you wanted to, but his gaze will follow.
He decorates you with objects. Wrapping streamers from a party you're cleaning up around your shoulder. Tying a long strip of receipt paper from the lounge register around your waist. Blindfolding you with a sweaty sock after practice to see how mad you get.
He hooks his foot around your leg when you sit at the same table, no matter who else might be present. Jade was once quite irked after Floyd reached past his leg, kicking it aside and getting dirt on his pants, just to tap your ankle. You have to be careful when it's just the two of you because he'll gradually tangle his leg around you, more and more, until you've got a merman practically sitting in your lap, binding you to the chair.
You hear him running up behind you in the halls, sneakers thudding against the stone, just to stop at the last second and hook his arm around yours. He barely touches you. Simply links his arm around your elbow and continues on his way to class. You might get dragged to his classroom if the bell is about to ring.
He loosely bit the back of your uniform jacket one day. Azul gave him a long scolding after you asked for compensation, as Floyd's sharp teeth had torn holes in the lining. He bit your hair the next day. You believe he'll aim for the ear next.
Welcome to a very special Stuck in TWST Without Meds post
Brought to you by
~the very concept of accommodations~
Today is less yandere headcanons and very much so rant/overanalyzation of the concept of accommodations within the world of Twisted Wonderland (and specifically night raven college)
Without further ado:
Yes, obviously this is a funny haha moment. Super mega nerd Idia cannot survive without technology. How will he keep up with his login streaks?! Think of the dailies! Of potential special events he'll miss! How can he do anything without technology!
Thing is, Idia uses his tablet for more than just gaming and tech bro stuff. Hes also seen using it to communicate when he gets overwhelmed/overstimulated. Its as much a communication device as it is anything else.
And clearly, Night Raven allows him to attend classes and important housewarden meetings via tablet, so there is some level of understanding when it comes to his particular struggles.
I get why hes getting the whole tablet taken, but the whole camp is already a massive kick in the face for him, at least allow the boy something for communicating with when he gets too overstimulated to talk or something lmao
Obviously this is me overanalyzing silly video game character in silly video game, but I feel like it has a lot of implications for my Stuck Without Meds series
Just the whole idea of being transmigrated to a world that may not have the necessary accommodations for you. We already live in a world where getting various aids can be an uphill battle. But now youre starting from scratch in a new world that may or may not even have them in the first place???
Anyway if you read this far, here's something a lil more typical of these posts:
Imagine being someone who has verbal shutdowns/needs some kind of communication aid, and you're transmigrated to TWST. Best case scenario, the black carriage picks you up in a similar way to Yuu in the series, so you have all your typical supplies on you. Worst case scenario, it takes you at a moment where you dont have your usual supplies on you. But in the best case scenario, you should have and emergency communication aids with you, right? So if your typical day bag includes notecards for verbal shutdowns, you should have those. And the technology should still work for you, so if you use one of the devices, hopefully you'll be able to charge it/replace batteries, as the tech there seems to be very similar to tech for us, with some technomagical differences? So hopefully if you have an assistance device, you should be able to keep it working. And if not?
Imagine being in a housewarden + prefect meeting and finding yourself unable to verbally communicate, and without any of your typical aids in hand. Imagine running off to gather yourself, because you figure there's no reason to stand around in the problem area when youre like this, your best move is finding a place to regulate. Imagine being found by Idia, who shyly hides his face behind his tablet, using the text to speech factor to ask you what's going on, all the while avoiding eye contact and questioning why hes even asking. Of course, the words dont quite come to you. He seems to understand, and hands you the device. You use it to tell him youre having a verbal shutdown, the answer coming out in his TtS's pre-programmed voice. It doesn't really fit you, and you'll both laugh about it later.
Next time you see idia, he hands you a tablet of your own. S-so you dont have to use his...
I wanna get back to writing for this, and start doing more posts for different types of disability aids!
Also if anyone has any better name ideas for this series, lmk :')
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The original tweet summarizes it pretty well. Fanfic tends to be popular among certain types of neurodivergent people (aka people most likely to read excessively as a child, and have burnout as an adult) for the same reasons that we tend to hyperfixateโneurochemical signaling (I hope Iโm using that phrase correctly). What I mean is, for people who are really dependent on changes in dopamine/serotonin/neurotransmitter levels, who have low levels or wonky neural reward systems (perhaps the most common types of neurodivergence)โฆpeople like us rely on dependable external sources of those neurochemicals. In order to function, we spend a lot of our free time trying to level out our brain chemistry using things that can reliably bring us a steady stream of joyful moments (rewards) without costing too much of the mental effort that is already in short supply.ย
significantly:ย the investment of reading has to be balanced with a steady โreturn on investmentโโand this return has to start fairly quickly. because again, we donโt have a lot of attention/energy to invest on tiring things. we have perpetual โlow batteriesโ in that regard.
that doesnโt mean these stories are โsimple,โ or that they lack complexity or valueโonly that the reward has to come in short regular intervals, and it has to have a low โupfront cost.โ these stories are onlyย โeasyโ to read in the sense that the effort we put into them is rewardedย in a timely manner.ย which is why fanfic stories are so perfectly formulated for neurodivergent readersโthey are often beautifully written, but skip a lot of the upfront costs (of introducing new characters, of world-building, of getting the audience emotionally connected to the story elements).
the nature of fanfiction is that the reader has a pre-existing relationship with this world and these characters. thatโcombined with the shorter average length of ficsโmeans that fan fics very quickly start rewarding the reader in a way that traditional fiction struggles to. thatโs not a bad thing! and maybe itโs something more traditionally published writers should be paying attention to.
Fanfic, as a genre, has been uniquely helpful and accessible to many neurodivergent readers who would otherwise struggle to immerse themselves in stories. Iโm glad so many of you have found a way to love and enjoy reading again! The important thing is that you are spending time inside stories you loveโthe way those stories are published or presented to the world is just one detail. The fact that you find joy in the process of reading (or listening!) to storiesโthatย is what matters.
a bunch of people have reblogged this with the default โi feel called outโ reactionโฆ.and i know when we say that we mean it tongue-in-cheekโฆ.but this comment sorta blew my mind & shifted my perspective up and to the left a little thank youโฅ
#this 100% happened to me#but iโm a middle aged writer and english teacher with an academic literature background#when i burned out got sick and had a breakdown i couldnโt read regular books anymore i could only read fanfic#i saw on twitter where someone said literature is prescriptive. you read the kind of fiction that fits your personal need#weโre all overwhelmed right now and thatโs why we like the tropey fiction whether fanfic or romance novels or superhero movies#we UNDERSTAND the rules of fiction and dontโ have to work to understand while the payoff comes quickly. kiss. hea. battle/victory
You were married off to the king as a young noble woman. The arrangement was rather rushed in your opinion, not that anyone asked for it. The king only needed a show queen, a quiet but present symbol for the kingdom and you suited well enough for that.
He didnโt need a wife for pleasure, he had plenty mistresses for that and he seemed to be in no rush for a successor. You suspected it was because he had no intent to hand over power to anyone else anytime soon. Although, that's just what you assumed, others never blamed him for it. You were always the target of the hushed whispers and silent accusations of infertility, unruliness or even infidelity when it came to the subject of an heir.
The people's gossip aside, it was an easy marriage. You didnโt have to share a bed with a man you didnโt love and you didnโt have to raise his children. Many more deserving women would kill for such a life, which only made you feel worse about the utter discontent you felt. It was the loneliness, mostly. Such a privileged life and yet not a single companion in the world to share it with.
The king and his advisers only speak to you when they need you to make an appearance as queen. Their orders always dripping with condescension and near mockery. Theyโve made you smile and wave for hours, waltz until your feet blister and recite a holy textโs worth of pompous poetry, but this most recent ploy was particularly concerning.
You sit on your throne next to your husband, hands in your lap, staring at the colourful figure in front of you. The bells on his ridiculous hat jingle as he bows his head so low they almost touch the marble floor. Quiet chuckles emit from the nobility crowding the massive ballroom and the unease in your stomach only builds.
When the jester picks his head back up, you canโt help fiddling even more with your dress, just like your husband's advisers have scolded you not to. The jester silently stares with his sheet white face, big red grin painted across his mouth. You want to shrink under the jesters stare, the blue diamonds painted over his eyes make his gaze feel piercing.
The king grins when he catches your nervous gaze.
โDo you like your surprise, my love? I thought you could use some cheering up lately. As did my advisers.โ
He chuckles, looking over at the old men in the corner of the room. They smile back, amusing in a joke you're not a part of.
You just nod your head as politely as possible. You donโt know what's happening, but whatever they have planned canโt be good.
The jester skips up to where you and the king sit. He gives an exaggerated curtsy to the king, earning a laugh from him and the various nobility.
The bells jingle as he springs back up and steps closer to you. He stretches his hand out, you stare at it and then back to your husband.
โThe fool wants a dance, my dear. Give him a dance.โ
You try to hide the apprehension on your face and reach for the jesters white glove-covered hand. He doesnโt squeeze or pull you up like you expected, instead he holds it gently, waiting for your next move. You rise from your throne and cast one more glance at your husband, who only offers a self-satisfied grin in return. This whole time all they've wanted from you is a perfect queen and now they want you to dance with a fool?
The jester walks you to the middle of the room, encircled by leering nobility. He places your hand on his waist before dramatically correcting the mistake and placing it on his shoulder instead, looking bashfully to the audience who snicker at the joke. He takes your other hand in his and gives you a little nod before the musicians starts playing and he guides you into step.
Now obviously you know very well how to dance, you enjoyed it quite a bit when you were little although, now itโs just become another part of your queenly duties. Did any of that even matter now? Now that itโs clear the king and his peers see you as just as much of a joke as the man youโre waltzing with.
Your deep thoughts are broken when said man unexpectedly twirls you in a dizzying circle. You flail slightly in your surprise but youโre brought back into his arms just as quickly to continue your steps. You fully focus on him now and you wonder what his features look like under that gaudy clown makeup. Even in the bright chandelier lights of the ball room, you canโt make out the colour of his irises. Earlier, you thought they were hazel but now it seems they're an impossibly dark brown.
The dark pools look as if they could swallow all the colour from his face and your own. Actually, has he blinked even once during this dance, or at all for that matter?
Youโre not sure if it was your mistake or the jesterโs but you step on his foot and he suddenly pulls away from you. He clutches his foot and jumps up and down in theatrical pain. The room bursts into laughter, bellows and cackles. These elite men and women delight in the humiliating performance youโre both putting on for them. It takes everything in you not to cave right there in the middle of it.
While the jeering continues, you try your best to steel yourself, replacing the need to cry with spiteful compliance. If they want a dance, they can have a dance.
You curtsy at the jester, offering an apology and hold your hand out to him. He looks around and then points to himself. You canโt help but smile and nod your head.
He takes your hand and when the music starts back up again, you step in time to the beautiful melody. You try and put your full attention on the jester, not anyone else in the large room, which proves to be quite easy as he is by far the most interesting person present. You can just make out the small smile under the red painted grin, his relaxed eyebrows under the bright blue diamonds, the crook of his pointy nose.
While moving in sync, you become almost lost in trying to map out his face under the make-up. You look for imperfections in the face paint but canโt seem to find a single smudge or brush streak, in fact the paint looks impressively even, like itโs a second skin.
It truly does feel like its only you two and the music, for the first time in a long time you feel wanted by someone else.
But when the king grows bored he demands new entertainment.
He motions for the musicians to stop their music and youโre brought back to reality. The jester bows for the crowd, he gestures to you and you offer a little curtsy before being escorted back to your throne. Form there, you watch the rest of the strange performers routine. He juggles an impressive amount of miscellaneous items, he folds himself into ridiculous positions, walks on his hands and generally makes a fool of himself for the crowd.
You watch in delight, though your husband doesn't seem as interested as he was before your little dance.
You think about the jester all the way back to your courters that night. You think about him as you slip on your night dress and slide into bed, and you think of him as you stare up at the ceiling for possibly hours. There is too much on your mind, the fun of watching the jesters performance has subsided and thoughts of what this means for your reputation and position in the court remain constant. A sigh leaves you as you lift yourself up and open the doors to your balcony.
You lean on the balcony ledge and stare out at the starry night sky, not even the strange jester can distract from the humiliation ritual you were just a part of. He could have been in on it for all you know and you're just naive enough to think he was being kind to you during the whole thing.
A shuffling sound from behind you makes you turn your head and it takes you just a split second to register the very colourful jester standing in the corner of your balcony.
The screech you let out is smothered by your own hand. You clutch the edge of the balcony, staring at the slender man who puts his hands up, waving apologies while moving his chest as if laughing, nothing comes out of his mouth. You clutch your heart, breathing quite heavily as you stare at him bewildered. You look around trying to discern where he could have come from, and how you only now hear his bells jingle as he waves his hands, still apologising.
He steps closer and stands tall in front of you, heโs much more imposing than you remember him being. He holds up one finger and then mimics a waltz. His head bows low and he holds his hand out for you to take. Heโs asking for another dance but is there really much of a choice at all? Has this also been planned? If you say no, will he just leave? Do you want him to leave? The dance you shared was the most delightful time you've had in so, so long
You stare at him for a good while, he stays with his hand outstretched, bent over at a near 90 degree angle, not straining even a little. The longer you wait, the more uncomfortable you feel in his unwavering presence.
Against your better judgement, you reach out and touch his gloved hand. He curls his fingers around yours and stands upright. You let him bring your hand to his shoulder, place his hand on your waist and step closer. This time is different from the last time. Now it really does feel like his attention is only on you, not with the other guests, not with the performance. It should be frightening, but you find no malice in his eyes, no ridicule in his demeanor.
As he steps into motion, you begin a slow waltz in the small space of your balcony. It's slower than in the ballroom, it's more intimate. While you dance with this complete stranger, your thoughts run rampant, you second guess your judgement again and again. Maybe the kindness you sense from him is a ruse. Maybe he is here on behalf of the king, setting up another degrading show. He could even be an assassin, come to rid you quietly in the middle of the night.
You would deserve such a fate for giving in so easily. You slowly spin in his arms and this time you don't hear the snide laughs of the nobility, just the sounds of the night. Both of you step in time and you let him guide you to the edge of your balcony. You hold your breath as he dips you over the ledge. Your eyes squeeze shut and you let out what could be your last breath ready for him to let go and let you fall.
But he doesn't let go, your grip on his shoulders never slips. You open your eyes, a bit blurry from wetness but you can make out his face, because it's right in front of you even though you're bent over the balcony far enough that your feet have left the ground. You stare back at his unrelenting gaze. In the dim light of the moon his eyes look even darker than before and something new swims in the deep black of his pupils, something sad.
They are lidded as they examine your face, your entire being. His hand on your back presses your chest further into his until you're sure he can feel your rapid heartbeat through your very flesh.
He lifts you upright again, turning you away from the ledge and out of harms way. Youโre still chest to chest, heโs so close but you canโt feel him breathe. Your wide eyes stare up at him, trying to discern his expression. Your breaths are short and your grip on him hasnโt let up a bit.
He brings his hands up to your cheeks, the warm fabric of his gloves on your cold cheeks has you easing into them far too easily. His eyes examine every inch of your face while his thumbs stroke your cheeks, you can just barely see the frown on his lips behind the painted smile. He brings your face closer to his, slow and methodical, making it very clear what his next move is. Youโre not sure if this was due to his own hesitation or to give you time to pull away, regardless you let him inch closer and closer until his lips grazed yours and you finally feel him breathe out one long breath.
The kiss is deep. Despite being slow and gentle, it still forces a struggled breath from you. You wouldโve thought he tasted like paint but he doesnโt, heโs warm and inviting. Itโs nice.
Your eyes close, surrendering all hesitation to the stranger in your arms. Fingers dig into the fabric of his puffy striped sleeves as your body melts further into his. You quickly learn to breathe through your nose, out of necessity and unwillingness to part from his affections.
You let him work your mouth open, slipping his tongue inside. The feeling is so foreign, you canโt help but whine. The backs of his fingers flutter over your throat and you shiver.
His tongue fills your mouth, sliding along yours and savouring your taste. The wet muscle reaches far into your mouth, farther than you thought normal but your experience is slim and you donโt have the awareness to fully question it. Itโs overwhelming. Your knees tremble and he lowers you both to the cold stone floor. His tongue reaches into your throat, a feat you know is impossible.
Youโre too lost to even think of the implications of this, as you gag and convulse around the thick muscle in your throat that no longer feels like a normal tongue. He reaches so far, your eyes roll back, your lower region warms uncomfortably and you forget how to breathe. You tap his shoulders quickly, a plea for air, and he retreats from your throat. He holds you as you cough and heave, wiping the spit from your chin.
You look at him with the an expression full of shock and fear and bewilderment and every other emotion shooting through your fuzzy mind. His expression is hard to discern but he seems both amused and sad.
He stands and brings you up on shaky legs. When he starts to back away, you panic and clutch his hands tighter. You donโt know what you were hoping for. That he would stay? That he would spend the night with you?
His face is full of what you hope is longing and not pity, you know what pity looks like. He holds you close in what you know is a goodbye embrace. He presses his forehead to yours and he places one last short kiss on your lips. Its playfull and very much not what youโd consider a proper good bye kiss. You search his gaze and youโre met with rather boyish mirth, lifting your spirits slightly. Maybe this isn't goodbye then?
He winks at you and takes your hand, spinning you around once, twice and three times before he lets go. When you rebalance yourself and look around the balcony, there is no sight of the jester. It's just the pitying sounds of the night and your only other witness, the moon. Like he was never there at all.
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yay, halloween event!! finally get to play it after a whole year, i wasn't able to play the full thing when it came out on jp... wish me luck on pulls!!