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touromania · 2 years

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How To Travel Solo? - 17 Advices

How To Travel Solo? – 17 Advices

One of the most exciting and eye-opening experiences a person can have is traveling solo. It allows them to step into their own world and experience the freedom and growth that comes with it. As the COVID-19 travel restrictions have eased, many people are planning on taking on the adventure of their lives. To help people plan their solo travel journey, we asked some seasoned travelers and…

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nixoon-again · 1 month

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what if..... tails and sage rivalry

#on his solo mission arc #what if sage also solo mission-ish arc #where she tries to prove her worth to eggman and how he doesnt need to be protective(?) of her after she almost died at starfall #what if they cross paths between travels #what if i traumatize both of them and make their respective families worry like crazy huh #what if something Bad happens #what if theyre both snarky know it alls trying to Cope by making sarcatic remarks #what if they get worse #what if— *gets pulled off stage*#miles tails prower #sage the ai #or is it sage robotnik? idk

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puppyeared · 4 months

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38 and 39 for the ask game!

(Love your art by the way)

38: fav song at the moment?

pawprint panic | party at club bug | love birds

39: youtuber you've been obsessed with and why?

link to scruffy's youtube channel

#i dont really have a set music taste cuz i just listen to whatever i like but i think i lean towards bedroom pop???#these songs come to mind bc theyre relatively new so i havent gotten tired of listening to them yet lol #i do love snailshouse's love songs and ordinary songs 5 albums.. as well as cavetown and sidney gish #but i dont have any real way of discovering music outside of oc amvs and listening to the rest of an artists discography #i also dont watch a lot of youtubers to begin with but i really like scruffy and solo solo travel.. hes a japanese travel vlogger that #my mom likes and he usually rides trains and documents the whole trip. doesnt speak but writes his thoughts in subtitles #hes pretty funny and his videos are relaxing to watch so i can see why my mom likes him lol #i highly recommend scruffys fnaf sound effects videos.. its interesting to see how sound design is incorporated as a part of #game atmosphere without even realizing it!! and his video for totks instruments is interesting too!!!#ask #ask game #answered #yapping #doodles

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phoenixcatch7 · 1 year

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Okay but like Peter Parker reincarnated as dick grayson angst

#peter parker #dick grayson #nightwing #spiderman #Me in my little head listening to music and suddenly it auto fills a gap that wasn't even there and now I can't stop thinking about it #batman #story prompt #fic prompt #Fic idea #The angst would be juiciest if he didn't keep his powers #So like he's always pushing his body further to try and gain back just an inch more of what he had #Because even as spiderman he was too slow or weak to save everyone and he never realised just how dependent he was on his spider sense #At first he's living the dream with alive loving parents and acrobatics and travelling the world in peace #He's crushed when they die. In a way spiderman could have so easily prevented with his webs. He had to watch AGAIN. He's furious #With his experience from his previous life he latches onto batman and creates Robin from that. He balances school and hero life once more.#He becomes night wing when Gotham grows too dark and stifling. He needs out. To be a solo hero again. He hates that he has to leave batman #But at least he's alive to be mad.#When he gets siblings wow new experience!! Batman parenting normal kids is Such a bad idea but he'd die for them!#Then everything cascades and batman goes from iron man/daredevil to punisher/black widow and Jason doesn't want to listen #Even tho he died too and it hurt and b had a bio kid and he's batman until he isn't and he misses aunt may and still he loves being alive #Because spiderman was killed #And nightwing is older than he will ever be

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sydmarch · 6 months

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people who eat at restaurants alone: advice on how not to feel weird about it when you've never done so before?

#ive never traveled solo before but now i suppose i am!! like oh well im still gonna go & have a good time but like #i dont wanna eat in my hotel or at fast casual places every day. how to not feel weird being alone at an actial restaurant ive never tried #texticles

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mrfoox · 1 day

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Still thinking about how my mom is either very trusting and believe in my judge of character or she's a bit careless but..

#miranda talking shit #She have never disliked any friend of mine and let me travel alone to Germany to meet my then gf #(to my mom an stranger. No contacts around there. Know nothing of that girl or her family) and then gladly helped pay my #Solo trip to London to meet another pair of men that was strangers to her #I've had more than one person react to it both as in... How the fuck did you dare to do that? That's so out of character of you #And how my mom allowed it and supported it. Mom just said she trusted me and my gut feeling and how I find people/friends #She said she was still very worried bc ofc I was going outside her range and control but she wanted me to do it since I #“think hard about things and are sure when I want to do something major”#The woman just took my word and feelings and were like “aight. These people I've never seen or met are true and genuine”

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lokh · 26 days

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BRO WHAT AM I DOING WRONG

(reference: the time limit is 50 minutes)

#SKILL ISSUE??? DO I JSUT SUCK???#do u know.. how close i was to not completing this.#i misjudged when to trap it and had to fast travel to camp get another trap and RUN #screaming the whole way. jesus fucking christ.#i got all the way thru the base game using bow with little trouble. i get to iceborne #it starts taking a little bit of time but still getting thru pretty much ok. THEN... BARIOTH #FUCKED IT UP. COULD NOT DO IT #i know its like. The Multiplayer game. ur supposed to multiplayer ur not like cheating for multiplayer lmao #but... i wanna solo ahgdsfgdfg #maybe at this point u have to Actually Be Good to solo..

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kurtcore · 2 months

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i rlly want to book a short solo trip to berlin after my exams are done in may 🤔🤔

#i have like no travel experience #i’ve been abroad like twice in my life #went to amsterdam in 2022 but that was w the uni #and they sorted out flights/hostel #and i was w my friends. so i never felt that lost or anything #and i wanna solo travel bc i would like to just do things at my own pace #and everything i want to do. rather than think abt others lol #and for the independence gained i guess !#but yeah. it sounds appealing but i am just lost w how to organise it #anyways my current goal !

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chronic-claire-universe · 11 months

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I'm used to solo travel by now, I'm in Vienna with 2 friends and I hated almost every minute of it.

#claire rambles #why do people think solo travelling is boring?#they said going around alone is sad and lame #how much can you be stupid to say this?

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angelsdean · 5 months

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plagued with too many fic ideas i'll never write (bc it takes me like 2.5 yrs to write a long fic RIP)

#thinking abt another one. well it isn't a new one. but i'm thinking abt it again and MORE.#actual wips that are in-progress: hey nineteen sequel (postcanon cas time-traveling to various points in dean's life to offer comfort)#and thee divorce arc stanford era time-travel au #fic ideas that are fully outlined: faith dean / gas n sip steve AU #fics ideas bouncing around my head like ping pong balls:#shapeshifter dean AU #black hole angel theory #sequel-prequel to thee divorce arc stanford era time-travel AU #destiel huntercorp AU #video store AU #single dads AU #many more hey nineteen-verse sequels of different times post-canon cas time-travels to #AU i don't know how to describe succinctly for a tumblr tag but basically deancas are both lonely in the woods and fall in love #^ an alternate version of that AU where only dean is lonely in the woods and cas is a lonely scientist in Antarctica and they're pen pals #rock band AU (team free will broke up and now cas is a sad solo artist)#enemies to lovers band AU where dean is a rock star and cas is an undercover journalist sent in to hashtag expose him but they fall in love #AU were canonverse cas rescues another universe's dean from hell bc not all of chucks worlds had a cas in them to rescue him #didn't know they were dating canonverse post empty-rescue AU (aka destiel have a weekly 'date night' but no they don't whaddya mean??)#some form of a fake dating AU #also some form of a two person love triangle AU #both are two of my favorite tropes #anyways there's def more i'm forgetting rn but. i would love to just automatically transfer the movies playing in my head onto the page

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touromania · 2 years

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How To Travel Solo? - 17 Advices

How To Travel Solo? – 17 Advices

One of the most exciting and eye-opening experiences a person can have is traveling solo. It allows them to step into their own world and experience the freedom and growth that comes with it. As the COVID-19 travel restrictions have eased, many people are planning on taking on the adventure of their lives. To help people plan their solo travel journey, we asked some seasoned travelers and…

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traditional-with-a-twist · 6 months

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liv. Beauty and Her Beast

<<Previous || first arc || second arc || third arc || AO3 || Next>>

Shirayuki had had occasion in the past to strike out alone, to walk a solitary road with a singular purpose.

Generally, her motive had been to escape the notice of someone, to prevent a meeting — in effect, to become a missing person herself.

Now for the first time she set out to do the opposite: not to lose herself, but to find someone else.

...

She knew how to pack, where to find shelter and food, but she did not know where to find one man amidst vast lands of wood, sea and mountains.

To escape, to hide, meant infinite possibilities; to seek and find meant one chance in a million.

At first, Shirayuki reasoned that multiplying her attempts meant multiplying her odds — in other words, to inquire in places with more eyes meant a greater chance that Obi had been seen.

She began her search in the largest town nearest the Haruka estate, in a square bustling with merchants, traders, and townspeople.

There she encountered another problem: How to describe Obi?

...

“Tall and dark?” a fishwife repeated, rubbing her chin. “Covers his face, does he?”

“S-sometimes,” Shirayuki agreed, hesitating as she tried to picture him.

She had most often seen Obi working — dressed in livery and uniforms, or perhaps field gear for navigating through a forest swiftly.

What would he wear for traveling the town roads?

...

She remembered him at their cottage together — soft, loose tunics open at his neck with the sleeves pulled up, until the weather had chilled.

Then he bundled into long sweaters with sleeves down to his fingertips and wrapped her up with him in warm wool when they rested together before the fire…

...

Shirayuki wrenched her thoughts back to the present.

The fishwife was watching her with an odd expression, mouth creased at one side, sun-weathered brow wrinkled.

“Don’t know where you found a type like that, missus,” she said gruffly, “but I wouldn’t hope for too much, myself. Once they’re gone, men like that, they don’t come back.”

...

Shirayuki’s cheeks lost their color, but she nodded politely before turning away.

It was only as she was walking across the square to inquire at a cartwright that it came to her.

The look on the woman’s face had been pity.

...

Shirayuki drew her cloak tighter and sighed to herself.

The fishwife had meant well, but she didn’t know Obi.

Shirayuki wouldn’t give up until she found him.

...

By afternoon, however, she felt that it was time for a change in tactics.

Hours of pushing through the tightly packed crowd, raising her voice to shout questions over the din, and standing in the bitter wind had worn down her reserves.

She was pale and drawn by the time she presented herself at the post office.

...

“Mail coach sold out for the day, ma’am,” the coachmaster said at once.

“No, no, thank you…” She realized she was swaying on her feet and set a hand against the counter to steady herself. “I’d like to hire a horse.”

The man peered down at her. “Beg your pardon?”

“A horse – I’m traveling in the open…” Shirayuki gestured vaguely, hoping he would understand.

...

He regarded her in silence for a moment then shook his head. “There’s a spare bed upstairs and stew in the common room. Next seat available in the morning.”

“Not a coach,” Shirayuki protested earnestly. “It’s too–I won’t see anything. I’m looking for—”

“Nothing to see in the winter, ma’am,” said the implacable coachmaster.

Her words were water, washing up against the rocks.

...

Shirayuki had decided to cast her net wider, not in the thickly populated town but further afield.

It was too easy for one man to vanish in crowds like these — that was the trouble.

On the long winding roads that threaded through the forests, a lone traveler might be more easily remembered.

...

Besides, the towns were bright, noisy places, even as winter swept over them – somehow she thought Obi would not feel at ease in them, would not linger in them or make anyone’s acquaintance.

She would look elsewhere, somewhere off the beaten track, somewhere solitary.

Somewhere one might go if he did not wish to be found.

...

In making these arrangements, Shirayuki was taking refuge in her practical side. Truth be told, she was not just weary but frightened, not of being alone herself but of the increasing hopelessness of her task.

So she bent her mind to mundane practicalities, burying panic in the details.

A coach would not suit her purpose, she thought. She would have a better chance outside in the open air, attentive to anywhere he might have stopped to rest, than she would enclosed in four walls, rushing from place to place.

...

She leaned towards the counter, intent on convincing the coachmaster, but he was already looking past her.

“Next!”

Another customer edged forward, jostling her aside.

...

As Shirayuki stumbled back, her eye fell on a man swathed in a thick traveling cloak. He caught her look and beckoned with one finger.

“Wanting a horse, are you?”

Shirayuki nodded, drawing closer.

He gave her a friendly grin. “Got just the thing for you, little lady. Follow me.”

...

He led her outside the stableyard and down the cobbled streets. Shirayuki kept her eyes fixed on his back and thought of Obi, alone in the cold somewhere.

They passed from the main roads towards narrow alleys, then dirt tracks as they neared the outskirts of the town.

“Got a nice pony tied up by the stream, not far from here,” the man said over his shoulder, as if he had sensed her hesitate.

...

Shirayuki nodded and pressed on.

Her feet were aching, and her vision swam. The uneasy thought came that she might not get far once she had hired the horse, but she pushed it away.

She had herbs in her satchel for wakefulness; she would chew a bunch of them before setting off.

...

They were in the woods now, the trees closing around them.

As they reached a clearing, the man raised his voice. “Here we are!”

Shirayuki looked around, but there was no stream.

There was no pony.

...

She stopped short, but the man turned — quick as a whip — and seized her arm.

Dread washed over her.

“Come on now,” he whispered, dragging her closer. “What have you got under that hood?”

Shirayuki tried to shake him off, but his fingers dug into her skin.

...

Two more men had emerged from the woods, one holding a length of rope.

“What have we got here, eh?”

“Pretty little thing, isn’t she?” the first replied. “Makes you wonder… why’s a lovely lady like you keeping herself all wrapped up?”

...

“Let go!” Her voice came out too thin — her vision swam.

Shirayuki swung her travel pack at his head, but her aim was clumsy. He shrugged it off and shook her.

“None of that now,” said one of his friends, circling behind her. “There, hold her still.”

“Let’s have a look first. What are you hiding under there?”

He reached for her face.

...

“Stop!”

The shout rang out, freezing them all in place. Shirayuki raised her head to see a horse silhouetted against the setting sun.

On its back a man, impossibly tall in the saddle, gazed down on them with anger in his eyes.

#obiyuki #Akagami no Shirayukihime #Beauty and Her Beast #PurePassion #missing person #attempted assault #how not to travel solo

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2000sflipphone · 7 months

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I bought a harmonica.

#harmonica #I have the urgent need to know how to play both harmonica solos from Run Around and also Hook by Blues Travelers #I speak

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monty-glasses-roxy · 7 months

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I had a funny silly thing to say about something I found in past Discord conversations about some stuff I've been doing here but nah fuck that

Guess which FNaF author has apparently been tormenting me with frustrating plots, a love for wasted screen time and a lack of details needed to tell the fucking story, since Felix the Shark.

#in the discord i have devolved into just screaming the author's name #like I'm begging her to see what she's done but also using it with enough sarcasm to sink a ship lmao #this ONE author is driving me insane how is she getting these past editors???#they all feel like rough drafts at BEST #which they might be!!#god i read warrior cats and it didn't annoy me as much as this...#obsessed with tubes of doom and scared of giving any sort of clues for literally anything #and there's no way she's not minted.#what average person refers to a queen anne mansion as fucking FIXER UPPER #that could be afforded on this one guy solo making robotic vacuums that are expensive to make in every way possible???#bro... he even ran away from his grief by travelling the world like no he did not you plum #couldn't afford to set up a washing machine or to fix the roof or to buy a tiger plush.#where did he fucking go? a foreign food section of the local tesco???#escaped his grief in a postcard shop???#ah yes the local chinese takeaway. i have experienced the joys of all of China!!!#like come on dipshit you're a PROFESSIONAL in a PUBLISHED BOOK #that's got an 'about' section talking about how good of a writer you are!!!#WHERE DID HE GO ANDREA????#COME ON ANDREA WHERE DID HE FUCKING GO WITH NO MONEY ANDREA???#WHERE'D HE GO FOR YEARS ANDREA???#HOW'D HE AFFORD HIS RENTED PLACE WITH FUCK ALL ANDREA???#DID HE SELL THE WAREHOUSE OF DOOM ANDREA???#DID HE JUST SHOW UP AND CLAIM IT AS HIS ANDREA????#ANDREEEAAAAAAAAA GET OUTTA THE TUBES AND ANSWER MEEEEEEEEEE #bskdndk as you can see I'm perfectly sane about published fiction reading like a pitch summary.#the fucking tubes man...#andrea please... your characters are already suffering so much...#please have mercy... you even sent the rollercoaster to the tubes...#you don't have to do this andrea... there's a better way...#the tubes don't have to be real... it's okay...

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sparrowmoth · 2 years

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The Midnight Train (Going Anywhere) • [AO3]

Teen | 1.3K+ (WIP) | Malvil | Romantic Fluff, Humour, Dating, Travel

A/N: This was inspired by the travel vlogs from Solo Solo Travel (on Youtube) which I like watching a normal amount and a bounty of excellent conversations with my beloved @villainsnest, who is the primary audience for this fic, why lie... but I hope y'all like it, too. ;)

CW: The only thing of note thus far is Vil's anxious thought processes and implied self-worth issues.

Chapter One: Prologue

Tonight, the moon looks twice as full as it should be. Maybe it’s just that Vil’s mind is full to bursting and he feels so small in the face of the question of, Should I? Should I ask him? He holds tense, with his arms around him, knees to his chest as he lays on his bed, staring out through the glass doors to his empty, moonlit balcony—

There is no one there, but any minute now, there might be.

“Malleus,” he murmurs—says the name like practice, like the start to a question, but there is nothing else. How will he ask what he wants when he can’t even say it—not even here alone? He’s so choked up.

With a groan of frustration, he rolls onto his stomach and stretches his limbs out, pounding fists into his mattress in a silent tantrum.

His cat, white and long-furred, on the ledge of a window across the room, turns her head to regard him with a judgemental stare. Mrow, she remarks, and when that is not acknowledged, she stands with an arched back, fur fluffed in indignation, and leaps down onto the rug.

Vil lifts his head from where he had buried it amidst the folds of his duvet. He cracks a smile to see his cat there on the edge of the bed, posturing proudly but clearly seeking attention. He clicks his tongue for her to come and offers a hand, which she draws nearer to sniff at; finally, she relents and indulges her desire, pushing into Vil’s palm and purring loud with contentment—

“You’re beautiful,” Vil whispers as he strokes her down her spine.

They lay like that a while in the dark and quiet, peaceful enough to simply drift into dreams—if Vil were tired at all, or at least his mind were quiet, too. He might stand a chance, then, but not like this—

He is haunted by the question. That, and whether he’ll even ask.

Again, he buries his face into the folds of his duvet. He sighs in a way that seems to empty his lungs. Still, his fingers weave slowly through the silk of his cat’s fur and he finds comfort enough there that he doesn’t despair long. No, instead, an idea strikes him—

“Prada,” he whispers, looking up into his cat’s eye��s. They are slits when he finds them, but he repeats her name and she blinks them partly open, showing slivers of emerald. “I need your opinion on something.” His voice is soft but serious. “Will you be honest?”

Prada opens her mouth—then simply yawns.

Unfazed, Vil presses on: “Meow once if you agree to be honest.”

Mrow, comes the delicate answer, just as quiet as Vil is speaking.

He nods and pushes up onto his elbows, glancing out to the balcony beyond the glass doors before he leans down into Prada’s face, their noses touching, conspiratorially close now—

“I want to ask Malleus on a date,” Vil confesses to the cat, who slow blinks as she listens. “I mean, a real date, off campus—as far as we can go, just the two of us.” I hope. He won’t insist on it, of course.

“I was thinking…” He trails off, biting his lip before remembering himself against the impulse. It’s an ugly habit and he won’t excuse it, even alone in his room like this. “There’s a train with private cabins that goes down the coast. No one would bother us…”

He sounds wistful, even to himself, like it’s just a daydream and not a real possibility—not a trip that he’s researched and budgeted for, not a trip that he’s ready to pack for if Malleus will just say yes—

Well, but he has to ask first. That’s the problem.

And should he ask at all, or is this too much, too soon—too unreal to even consider that Malleus would want this, that he wouldn’t just…

“Ugh,” Vil groans, his frustration mounting along with his nerves.

He’s not one for divination, but this isn’t the same, he’s certain—

“Meow once if you think I should ask Malleus on this trip with me.”

Prada stares at him coolly, flicking her tail tip.

“No, you’re right, that was rude of me.” Vil scratches under the cat’s chin in apology. She purrs in response, closing her eyes contentedly. “Prada, please meow once if you think I should ask Malleus on—”

He’s interrupted by two meows in quick succession, at which he withdraws his hand with a scowl. “Now you’re being rude, miss.”

Prada bats at his hand on the bed, claws half-unsheathed.

“Listen, this is serious.” Vil moves to sit up, one hand braced against the mattress as he shifts into a relaxed, cross-legged position in front of Prada. “You like Malleus, don’t you?” Prada chirrups agreement and Vil smiles softly, reaching out to stroke her neck. “Well… I do, too,” he tells her, “so it’s important I make the right choice, princess. You understand, don’t you?” He looks searchingly into green eyes.

Prada chirrups again and bumps her head against Vil’s wrist, then rolls onto her back to expose her belly, blinking up at him sweetly.

Chuckling, Vil just shakes his head. “You know I’m not so foolish.”

A coy little mrow is aborted as Prada’s pupils go suddenly wider and her ears flick toward the balcony. She rolls quickly back around and leaps right off the bed, tail swishing madly once she hits the rug—

Vil straightens where he sits, heart thudding in his chest. Malleus is here—or will be in a minute. He fists at his duvet, holding tension all over. He needs to relax. He needs to make a decision. His thoughts are like wild birds locked up in a cage, all fluttering and screeching—

Breathe, he thinks, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes. Just breathe. He exhales and unclenches his fingers, moves his hands to his lap.

When he opens his eyes, there’s a figure on the balcony, silhouetted by the moonlight. Prada is pacing and frantically vocal. She looks to Vil, then outside, to Vil again, then back outside. Invite him in already.

The door is open, but he needs this. He needs to feel wanted.

Vil understands.

He slides one leg off toward the edge of the bed, moves slowly with a mind to grace. Not just that. He doesn’t want to look desperate, or like he was waiting. But of course he was. Of course he always does, every night.

Vil steps into his slippers and crosses over the rug, into the reach of moonlight streaming in through the glass doors. He takes the handle and turns it, still not sure what he’ll do—though he’s sure what he wants, yes. He’s always known what he’s wanted, especially since…

“Mal,” he greets, looking up into green eyes, faintly aglow.

Malleus seems to appraise him, taking in his dark blue leggings and oversized t-shirt. “Did I wake you, Schoenheit?” he asks with a faint smile. His face is in shadows with the moon just behind him, but Vil has known him long enough know to hear a smile in his words—

Not just any smile either. He’s teasing, the bastard.

Vil scowls and turns his nose up, placing one hand on his hip. He’s about to retort when a loud yowl at his feet has them both looking down.

“Oh,” says Malleus with a chuckle, low and rumbling in his throat.

It’s not so unlike a cat’s purr, Vil thinks not for the first time. He watches Malleus stoop and murmur greetings to Prada, easily coaxing out a purr and other happy vocalizations—

Vil’s not jealous of his cat, or the fact she likes Malleus better than him, but he does clear his throat and say, because it must be now, because he cannot waste this courage: “Mal, I was wondering…”

Thank you for reading! Reblogs are always appreciated. If you’d like to leave a kudos or comment on AO3, I’d really love that, as well! ♥

#malvil #mallevil #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing #yeah the title is because that song got stuck in my head the very second I thought 'what should I title this' and here we are #it's silly but it's functional don't look at me dajkgjdskg #anyway go watch solo solo travel on youtube you won't regret it #do not ask me how much I wish I was on a sleeper train in Japan rn #the answer is a lot #SO MUCH #it's all I think about #train hyperfixation unlocked #gonna make it malvil's problem

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