#raspberry's wonderland express

[enjumi]

Artist Biweeekly Edition

#Raspberry's Wonderland Express

[blues-sues]

@xhunterbeatsx

IM SORRY BUT. TUMBLR WOULDN'T LET ME EDIT MY POST SO I GOTTA DO IT THIS WAY

Anyway for Bambi, I decided to pair her with...

Farmer Newt! Who, for simplicity sake, we'll refer to as SB, short for Strawberry!

I really like Bagheera and Figaro, so I plan to keep them, but if hunter wants to keep Sabor and Dinah, they absolutely can!

Onto rambles;

Relationship between parents: I believe that honestly SB and Bambi would be ... An adorable pairing. Lots of playful compliments and I think they'd have very interesting conversations. SB would definitely welcome her with open arms if they ever met, and if any pranks were to be made, she'd find it delightful- so long as it didn't harm any of her crops or stress out her pokemon companions. I think she'd have a very strong affection towards Bambi and definitely asks her to help her with tasks around the farm... Disguising it as her needing assistance but reality is she wants her company.

Relationship with children:

SB; I feel like SB isn't quite sure how to feel about them at first. She probably didn't think it was possible at first, but now that she's seeing them- she absolutely gets emotional. I feel like she's a very gentle parent. Takes everything slowly, and definitely places talking the kids through things at the top of her priorities. She's only ever had a guardian figure via the lab, but she knows now how NOT to parent, because most of the workers sucked, so she vows not to be like them. I believe that Figaro and Dinah are definitely most clingy to both parents and they usually trail after her as she carries out tasks.

Bambi; oh Figaro LOVES her. He will be a nuisance anytime he can just to get her attention and they definitely set up pranks together. Sabor is a bit more hard to get close to, but I think he definitely finds his mom's mischievous attitude silly but tries to hide any giggles or laughs behind scoffs, making him look constantly annoyed. He's just not really sure how to express feelings and tries to be all tough but I'm sure Bambi can definitely see through that and knows when he finds what she's doing funny. Figaro and Sabor however are a chaotic duo, and bc they like Bambi a lot, they definitely are usually around eachother and Sabor is constantly being clung to by Figaro anytime he's around and just overall being harassed LMAO.

Bagheera is pretty neutral to both his parents. Doesn't have much a favorite. He's pretty quiet but you can see him trailing behind sometimes before he immediately hides... He's just a shy kiddo to literally everyone except maybe Dinah. I think they probably pick golden raspberries out in the fields together even when they're not supposed to be eating them.

Children Info:

Figaro, Male, he/him, jolly nature, somewhat of a clown.

Sabor, male, he/him, sassy nature, quick-tempered.

Bagheera, male, he/him, timid nature, quick to flee.

Dinah, female, she/her, naive nature, scatters things often.

Note: Hunter can make any changes with Dinah and Sabor if they choose to keep them! Also, fun fact; all are named after a fictional feline! Figaro is named after the cat from Pinocchio, Sabor is named after the leopard from Tarzan, Bagheera is named after the panther from The Jungle Book, and Dinah is named after the cat in Alice in Wonderland.

#pokemon #mewtwo #mewtwo oc #blues' crackship #crackship meme #babytwo

[sillysxg4r]

Jack-in-the-Box? More Like Raspberry-in-the-Box!

“Little raspberry, sweetie, please come out of that little box of yours!” Shadow Milk was sitting against the large pink jack-in-the-box, “It’s been hours…” It trails off, “Look, if you’re waiting for an apology for that little prank I pulled on you, you’re going to be staying there forever!”

Raspberry Carousel doesn’t respond. Shadow Milk wonders what they do inside of their jack-in-the-box. I mean, what’s so special about that big pink box? Does it take you to another dimension? Is it a wonderland in there? Who would sit inside of a box for hours? They were quiet too. Were they even there?

“… If you’re not going to come out, I’ll force you to come out!” Shadow Milk stands up, having enough of waiting. It makes its way to the jack-in-the-box’s crank. It begins to turn the crank, music starts playing as it does so. A ribbon string slithers out the top of the box and smacks its hand away from the crank. It pulls its hand back in surprise, “Ah ha! You are in there! Come out, come out!” Shadow Milk starts to turn the crank once again.

“Leave me alone!” Raspberry Carousel shouts from inside the box.

“Oh but little raspberry, it’s been SO long since I’ve last seen you!” Shadow Milk says in a sarcastic tone.

“It’s only been an hour, you’re being dramatic,” Raspberry Carousel groans.

“Me?! Dramatic?! I’ll show you!!” Shadow Milk turns the crank faster. The lid eventually pops open, the confetti from the box flies into the air. Raspberry Carousel peeks their head out, looking annoyed, “Get down here this instant, little jester!” Shadow Milk points at the ground while staring at Raspberry Carousel.

For some reason, Raspberry Carousel actually climbs out of the box. They use their ribbon strings to help them down and look at Shadow Milk. It pouts but then smiles.

“Ooooh, it’s so good to see your face again!” Shadow Milk squeals before flapping its hands. Raspberry Carousel stares at it with a blank expression.

“Did you need something or what?” Raspberry Carousel puts their hand on their forehead. Shadow Milk smiles and laughs.

“More like, are you still mad at that trick I pulled?” Shadow Milk puts its hands behind its back and leans forward.

“Of course I am!! You got me soaked with that stupid water bucket you decided to place on top of the door!!” Raspberry Carousel stomps their hoof on the ground and sways their tail a bit. Shadow Milk bursts out laughing.

“HAHAHA!! Heeheehaha! Of course you’d still be mad! Who am I kidding? I know you like the back of my hand!” Shadow Milk wraps its arm around Raspberry Carousel’s shoulders. They push it away, growling.

“Don’t touch me, blueberry!” Raspberry Carousel hisses.

“Aww, I’m your little blueberry?” Shadow Milk smirks playfully. Raspberry Carousel looks away, blushing a bit.

“S-Shut up!! I was trying to make you feel what I feel when you call me ‘little raspberry!’” Raspberry Carousel sways their tail in anger.

“Oh, really? Well! That didn’t work, did it? It had the opposite effect, it seems!” Shadow Milk laughs before wrapping its tail around their tail.

“Hey! Let my tail go!” Raspberry Carousel pulls their tail away from its tail.

“You’re getting more flushed by the second! At this rate, you’ll be redder than a raspberry!” Shadow Milk continues to laugh at Raspberry Carousel’s flushed face, “Say, why don’t we crash on some sugar? I know you love sugary goodies!” Raspberry Carousel thinks for a bit, their face burning at this point.

“I would love that…” Raspberry Carousel mumbles before covering their face.

“I guess you can say that this is my way of apologizing!” Shadow Milk walks away with Raspberry Carousel, “We are going to have a sugar crash tonight!!”

A few hours later…

“Uuuughhh… My tummy hurts…” Shadow Milk groans, lying on the floor with its arm on its forehead and its hand on its stomach.

“That’s what happens when you eat all that sugar,” Mystic Flour shakes its head.

“But it was so worth it…” Shadow Milk chuckles, “To be with them… Actually having fun…”

“It looks like you’re about to pop,” Mystic Flour frowns. Eternal Sugar giggles at Mystic Flour’s comment.

“How about you shut up? I’m trying to rest after that sugar crash,” Shadow Milk growls before closing its eyes.

“You’re such a simp for that cookie,” Eternal Sugar puts their hands on their hips.

“Maybe if you two ate some spicy food, it would’ve been more thrilling!!” Burning Spice says.

“You know I don’t like spicy food,” Shadow Milk snarls.

“I know! Remember that one time I gave you a spicy chip? You couldn’t stop crying!” Burning Spice laughs, “You tried to act like you were okay when you weren’t! It was hilarious!”

“Can you shut up?!” Shadow Milk shouts. It begins to feel nauseous, “Ugh… Ah- I don’t feel so good…” It suddenly pukes on the ground. Eyes open in the black puke and looks at Mystic Flour.

“Eww!!” Eternal Sugar backs away, “That’s fucking nasty!!”

“Why is your puke looking at me?” Mystic Flour cringes.

“Ah, I feel much better,” Shadow Milk giggles.

⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #shadow milk cookie #eternal sugar cookie #mystic flour cookie #burning spice cookie #cookie run oc #raspberry carousel cookie ss #shadowcarousel #this is my first time writing a fanfic on tumblr #I usually post on my ao3 but idk #🍓₊˚ෆ ⋆ Silly Writes #🍮₊˚ෆ ⋆ Silly Ocs #🍰₊˚ෆ ⋆ Silly Ships #🃏🎠₊˚ෆ ⋆

[distant-velleity]

Be Mine

Summary: Promise Day has rolled around for Twisted Wonderland. Or: three shorts for Valentine's Day with my OCs. Word count: 800+ A/N: Hiiii. I wrote these last night on a last-minute whim. Please enjoy them until White Day comes around <333

Tagging: @thehollowwriter @kitwasnothere @nahelenia for the sillies :))

~

[I]

As soon as Yu opens the front door, there’s a fanned-out hand of face-down playing cards offered to him.

“Pick a card, any card,” declares Ace.

“It’s too early in the morning for any of this,” Yu complains, rubbing the remaining sleep out of his eyes and proceeding to lightly tap the rightmost card.

With his free hand, Ace takes that card and flips it over. He whistles softly but appreciatively. “Ace of Hearts? Good choice.”

“Isn’t that—”

Ace flicks his wrist and, with a burst of magical sparkles, a bouquet of fresh roses replaces the card before Yu can even blink. 

“Happy Promise Day, Yu,” Ace announces, bearing a devious but still endearingly boyish smirk. “I got up bright and early to give you these, so we’d better stick together today, got it?”

Yu doesn’t even realize that his shocked expression has become a disbelieving smile. “You goof. Waking me up at the crack of dawn to make sure you’d be the first to give me anything.” He laughs and takes the bouquet gladly, hugging it to his chest. “I appreciate it a lot, Ace. I promise, today’s a day for us.” 

Ace slings an arm, casual and warm despite the chilly February air, over Yu’s shoulders. “Glad to hear it. Now, how about breakfast over at Heartslabyul? Trey said he’d whip up something nice for today…”

“Oh, absolutely.”

-

[II]

Cute date locations… Things to do with your S/O… “This is a sign to take her/him to …”

Santiago sighs and keeps scrolling. It’s not that he isn’t interested in his feed, but rather that he has no use for it. After all, who would he even do cute couple things with—

“Santiago.” 

Just a word from a familiar melodious voice, and then a small box is placed on the desk before him with an impatient tap. It’s black with a velvety sheen to it, and tied together neatly with a golden ribbon. 

He blinks once, looks up at Chrysos, and blinks again. “What—”

“Dark chocolates with raspberry filling,” Chrysos says, quickly, as if he doesn’t want to leave any room to doubt himself. “For Promise Day.”

Santiago isn’t sure what he should be more amazed by—the fact that Chrysos remembered his preferences (of course he did, it’s Chrysos) or how the merman hasn’t just bolted or made a threat of violence yet.

“You’d better enjoy them, I made them myself with guidance from Azul,” adds Chrysos, his skin looking decidedly more flushed by the moment. 

“You… Holy shit, Chrysos,” Santiago marvels. It’s not an exaggeration to say he would probably just reach up and kiss Chrysos right now if there weren’t personal and societal obstacles in the way. “This is… I mean… thanks.”

A pleased little smile makes its way onto Chrysos’ face, and Santiago thinks—

…Maybe there is someone I could do all that ridiculously cheesy couple stuff with.

-

[III]

“Azul,” calls Jade, “someone would like to see you.”

Occupied as he is with the White Day menu for next month and improved Promise Day recipes for next year, Azul barely gives the summons a second thought. “Tell them to come again later. I’m busy.”

There’s a pause, and then Jade peeks back in again. “I’m not sure you’ll want to keep this one waiting. He did schedule something with you.”

That gets Azul to look up from his work. Mentally, he files through a list of names, recalling distantly that he had been excited for something last night and yet he’s blanking now—

“It’s fine, Jade. No need to negotiate with him.” Davis steps inside, looking surprisingly cleaned up for someone wearing the Savanaclaw uniform. “Overworking again, huh? Still, sorry for taking up your time, Azul.”

Azul remembers now, with embarrassing clarity, why he’d been nearly bursting at the seams with anticipation last night. “Don’t worry about it,” he assures. “I was just about to take a break.”

“...Right,” replies Davis, somewhere between amused or skeptical, or being both. “Uh, anyway—” He looks over his shoulder to make sure Jade has left, which he has. “—I didn’t want to make a scene earlier, so I’ll give it to you now.”

From behind his back, he brings out a small vase with two lavender-blue roses in it. They glimmer faintly.

“They’re a species of rose native to the Queendom, but I experimented and used a bit of magic to create a variant with this color,” Davis explains, looking less tense the more he gets to talk academically. “Botany isn’t my specialty, so they’d normally wilt pretty soon after blooming, but I enchanted them to stay fresh for longer. So, if you want, you can keep it on your desk—”

“Of course,” says Azul immediately, not even giving him room to trail off. “They’re lovely, Davis—and you cultivated them yourself? Truly a man after all three of my hearts.”

He doesn’t realize how cheesy that sounds until after he says it, at which point he’s almost certain there is blood rushing to his cheeks and tinting them blue, but he keeps going with a half-confident smile. 

“If I were you, I would prepare myself for White Day. After all, I never let a debt go unpaid or my thanks go unknown.”

#kai's writing #twst oc #yuusona #chrysos pendentif #santiago parro #davis jayme #aceyu <3 #uhhh dont wanna tag any of the canon chars LOL #guys i promise i won't write it all the night before for white day 💀

[y2ashlee]

My opinions/thoughts on the twisted wonderland characters-

Notes:

I’m up to chapter 6 and haven’t finished it yet I’ve also only played this game for like a month as it wasn’t available in my country until recently.

I’m only doing the students that actually attend Night Raven Collage because 1 the teachers have little screen time besides Crowely and the other characters from other school are not important or only have like 5 minutes screen time in the main story.

Heartslabyul

So many Kingdom Hearts memories also

Yea party central

Riddle Rosehearts:

-Angry Strawberry/Raspberry

-Short man syndrome

-Mummy Issues

-Even though he’s obviously based off of the Queen of Hearts I think he’s also somewhat got some of the White Rabbit’s habits like everything has to be on time and whatnot.

-I’d probably nickname him Rids just to see his reaction

Ace Trappola:

-Annoying but ok

-I saw something along the lines of the fact that he is based off of Alice as well as the obvious card soldiers and I can totally see that he is rebellious and doesn’t like the dumb silly rules of the queen’s.

-His nickname would probs be Acey cause he calls Deuce, Deucey

Deuce Spade:

-Made his mum cry so he changed his attitude and cleaned himself up

-Seeing as I can see other Alice in Wonderland characters as the Heartslabyul guys he’d probably be the Blue Caterpillar cause of his blueish hair and eyes also you could say he became a butterfly when he changed his ways

-Is dumb but sweet

-His nickname is already Deucey it’s cannon I can’t change that

Trey Clover:

-If he’s a character from Alice in wonderland he’s obviously the Mad Hatter cause he wears a hat and his hair is green and the Mad Hatter’s hat is green. That’s the only connection I’ve found though.

-Baker boy husband material probably the most laid back character in the game.

-His nickname would be Poundcake

Cater Diamond:

-If he’s also a character from Alice in wonderland he’s Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum cause of his signature spell and he’s a red head

-The fact that he doesn’t like sweet foods being part of the plot is unimportant or relevant but it’s some character development I guess

-Annoying but in a different way then Ace

-His nickname to me would just be Cay

Savanaclaw

Be prepared

Very a athletic dorm I definitely would not be in that dorm

Leona Kingscholar:

-You cannot pet the angy kitty

-He has the “ :3 “ face as his normal smug expression

-Lazy man hot though

-Has family issues

-Doesn’t like being second

-I would not give this man a nickname if I want to live.

That being said it’d be Sandbag or Log

Ruggie Bucchi:

-Roxas from Kingdom Hearts specifically the Roxas from the beginning of KH2

-Will eat any food along as it’s not rotten

-Is a hard worker as long as he gets something out of it

-His nickname would probs be Rugs or Rug

Jack Howl:

-Is a good boy

-Floyd’s nickname for him is spot on he looks tuff but under that he’s a soft boy

-Probably the most responsible and thoughtful character out of the cast besides Trey

-His nickname is Jackie/Jacky and I know it’s basic but I’m not that creative

Octavinelle

Under the sea, I wanna be part of that dorm~

Fish Mafia

Azul Ashengrotto:

-Shady Business man

-Was bullied as a child

-Is self-conscious about his body (can relate)

-His nickname or nicknames would be Az or Azzy

Jade Leech:

-Likes Mushrooms like A LOT

-Is the mum friend of the 3

-Will stab you with a gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his face

-His nickname would be Jay/Jae or something mushroom related like Toad or Fungi or my favourite Truffle/Truffles

Floyd Leech:

-My fav character

-Could and Will snap you in half if was angry

-Moodswings

-All of his nicknames are somewhat accurate so far as I can tell, I don’t get Malleus’s nickname though

-My nicknames for him are Floydie or Floy

Scarabia

Scarabian nights~~~

Like sand through the hourglass so is the dorm of Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim:

-Sweet dumb rich boy

-His nickname would be Kali or no nickname

Jamil Viper:

-Stressed as hell needs a break

-Was told his whole life to basically not succeed in anything if Kalim was involved

-His nickname would be Jam or Jami

Pomefiore

Have a bite taste the apple

Their dorm uniform annoys me I don’t know why though

Vil Schoenheit:

-He calls everyone Potatoes/Spudlings like it’s an insult like has he ever had a potato? Also probs a reference to the fact that he’s probably supposed to be German or something along those lines

-I like him as a character better now then when I first started his chapter

-I’d nickname him something simple like Vivi or Vili or I’d follow along with the fact he calls everyone potatoes and call him Potato Gem also known as (Tater Tots for you Americans) or Hashbrown

Rook Hunt:

-Everything I do the gatcha he shows up and it’s mostly the same 3 cards

-He creeps me out but is slowly growing on me

-I have no nickname for him besides Stalker

Epel Felmier:

-Cute but don’t tell me I said that

-Could probably beat you up and you’d be confused as to how

-His nickname would be Epps or Macho man

Ignihyde

They won’t go the distance they will say inside their room where they feel like they belong

I hate their dorm uniforms

Idia Shroud:

-He may be based off of Hades and it makes sense he’s in a role/job he doesn’t want and can’t really get out of it buuut he’s basically Panic as well as Hades

-Can relate to him not liking people and socialising and whatnot

-Plays games and watches Anime and reads manga is a web/Otaku and Gamer Boy

-Would be a YouTuber/Streamer if he wasn’t so nervous

-My nicknames for him would be Ids or the most basic Gamerboy

Ortho Shroud:

-If Idia is Panic then he’s probably Pain

-He’s cute but creepy cause he’s a robot and want not

-My nicknames for him would be Orthie or Astro boy

Diasomnia

Once upon a dream

Ha their name sounds like insomnia which I have

Love their dorm uniforms

Also they all basically wear Sora’s necklace from Kingdom Hearts

Malleus Draconica:

-Fairy Dragon Prince

-LOVES gargoyles

-He does not like technology

-Invite him places he’ll love it

-Even though he has a cannon nickname “Horton” he obviously needs another nickname or two like Mal or Ruins Explorer

Lilia Vanrouge:

-Vampire basically

-Draculaura but male

-Old man/father going back to school basically like the movie 17 Again

-Can’t cook, don’t let him in the kitchen

-Greetings fellow kids

-I’d probs just call him Lil or Lilz

Silver Vanrourge:

-Riku from Kingdom Hearts but also Ventus

-Sleepy boy

-Nicknames for him would be Sil or Charming

Sebek Zigvolt:

-Angy loud boy

-Loves his prince

-Is a half-ling

-His nicknames would be Seb, Sebby or Bek

Ramshackle

Literally a building falling apart

Grim

-When I first started playing I said I’d be ok if he got hit by a bus, and now I still do though now I’d be a little sad

-His nicknames are Menace, Trouble Maker and Little shit

~~~

I was bored and wanted to put my thoughts out there

#twisted wonderland #twistedwonderlandgrim #twisted wonderland disney

[n0t-le4fy]

"Love me—that's all I ask of you."

Credits to: one of Azaleas Rollo bots (inspired a bit of this fic) and Phantom of the Opera (for the quote dialogue and title).

Genre: Twisted Wonderland

Relationship: Rollo and Seb (MC), a  short fictional story with Leafy and Idia.

TW’s: Mentions of slurs, insults, ‘making out’, gay😰, ginger hate, lots of sobs, Crowley, idia being a gamer discord mod, mentions of suicide (no action just lighthearted insults), kissing, oblivious.

*NOT PROOFREAD*

“-and the last name picked is Sebastian Hartz from Ramshackle Dorm!” Headmage Crowley announces as the crowd of eager and disappointed students cheer for the infamous Seb. 

Grim- a weird cat-weasel creature- is the first to cheer at him. Sebastian pulls the tuna-loving cat into a tight, bone-crushing hug. “Mrrah! Let me go! I’ll tell my henchhuman about you!” Grim squeaks out, semi-ly regretting his past excitement.

Ace pouts, standing next to Seb. It took everything in the Ramshackle Prefect to not gloat at the ginger boy next to him. 

“Hey! How come he got in instead of me?” Ace Trappola, a member of Heartslabyul, complains about not getting to go. 

“Guess what, Ace.” Seb boyishly smiles as he faces Ace.

“What?” The already aggravated ginger asks back. “Are you gonna give up your spot to me?” 

“No.” 

“Well, what?” 

“Don’t you want to go to the Fleur City Social?” 

“Yeah- but I can't.”

“Well, that sounds like a skill issue!” He blows a childish raspberry at his friend and continues death-grip Grim. 

“I hate you,” Ace mutters under his breath and turns to start talking to a happy Deuce.

Like Seb, the delinquent-ish Deuce Spade had also been chosen for the social, along with Ruggie Bucchi, Epel Felmier, Riddle Rosehearts- housewarden of Heartslabyul, Azul Ashengrotto- housewarden of Octavinelle, Idia Shroud (mmmngh)- housewarden of Ignyhide, Jamil Viper- vice housewarden of Scarabia, Sebek Zigvolt, and Silver (lmao he doesn’t have a last name because he has Lilia as an adoptive father L (i can be his new adoptive mother after a night with Lilia-)). Quite the diversity, ranging from a feminine-looking country boy to an octo-mer, Professor Crowley made sure to include at least one person from every dorm.

“Congratulations, Seb.” A well-known wolf male approaches the group from behind, startling almost everyone.

“Huh-? Oh, hi Jack- and thanks. It’s a shame you didn’t get in, though,” Seb gives the boy, Jack Howl, a closed-eye smile and puts his hands on his hips. “it would’ve been great for you to be there too!” 

“Yeah.” Jack nods with his usual professional expression plastered on his face and a still sing-song tone. “I have to go; Leona is asking all of Savanaclaw for a Ruggie-fill-in while Ruggies at the social.”

“Alright, I'll see you later.”

✩

“Leafy, no, you knew he would act like this and you still asked him to ‘make out’.” Seb was comforting his dear friend, Leafy Ayaki, who had just been rejected by the Ignyhide housewarden and was now sobbing. 

Not rejected, more like he got flustered and ran away. Idia was always anti-social and anxious, so this reaction was rather expected of him. 

“b-b-b-but.. I love him..” Leafy chokes through sobs. “why doesn’t he love me back..” 

“You literally walked up to him and asked to make out with him. Did you expect a different reaction?” Seb sighs as the sobs continue. 

“It’s kinda funny, to be honest..” He mumbled to himself. “Hah, L..”

“f-this is not-.. the time! Go kil-kill yourself!” The sobbing mess of a Pomefiore member beside Seb was, well, sobbing. 

“Be a buddy, not a bully.”

“Tell that to Vil! He’ll literally kill me if he sees me like this!” 

“Womp, womp, wooooooomp.” 

Just as Leafy was about to scream slurs at Seb, the peacemaker Ace comes in. Not really a “peacemaker”, just able to make everyone against him instead of each other, but still not offensive in any way. Just annoying. 

Gingers have a rather.. un-diverse personality range; they’re either an ugly annoying ginger or an attractive annoying ginger. 

“Leafy! Seb! I need your help!” The ginger boy peeks his head through a broken Ramshackle door, which was broken from an encounter Grim had with the Ramshackle ghosts. He got scared by the ghost roommates and quite literally jumped out of his boots.

“What?” 

“w-what?” (still choking words through sobs)

“Nothing.” Ace gives them a boyish grin as he skips away like a circus clown. 

“This is why gingers don’t deserve love.” 

Leafy still sobs into Seb as he comforts her. “I like Deuce better.”

“I agree, Deuce at least tries to have morals. Ace makes it very clear he treats most people the same, bratty and obnoxious.”

Seb, with the front of his shirt drenched from tears, begins to pack for the social.

✩

“Get off of me,” Seb says as he desperately tries to release Leafy's death grip on his shirt. “Now.”

“Nooooooooo! Don’t gooooo!” Leafy, again, is sobbing while grabbing onto his shirt. “I can't liiive without you!” 

“Non, Roi De Trickster, let go at once!” The professional French hunter comes to Seb's rescue and pries Leafy away. “Tu est un peu stupide..” 

“You’re like a rabid dog,” Seb mutters under his breath and makes his way to the group, though an unexpected Malleus is also awaiting. 

Malleus is conversing with Silver and Sebek. 

Seb decides to look around while Leafy is being physically restrained and scolded by the Pomefiore housewarden, Vil Shroenheit. 

“It’s okay, big brother!” The housewarden's younger robot brother comforts him while Idia is panicking. Seb stares in confusion and slight amusement.

“No, it’s not! I’m ‘bouta go 0 HP! I can't do this! It’s the final boss and I'm not ready for it!” Blue hair flaring as he panics, Idia is not mentally prepared for the trip. “This is too high a level! * crying emoji *” (he says the crying emoji thing.)

“Big brother! You should make new friends; I believe you can do it!”

✩

“Why did I get placed next to him..” Seb mutters to himself as he waits in line to go to Fleur City. “I hate everything.”

The blue-haired man next to Seb was absorbed in a mobile game (probably something like Clash Of Clans tbh) and was smelling of Ax body spray and energy drinks. Seb gags, now breathing through his mouth.

“LMAO! Did he think he could win against Blue Idia? LOL.” Idia brags to himself after beating a bot.

“God, I know I’m not much of a perfect one of your children, but please, give me the strength to restrain myself from jumping off a bridge.” The Ramshackle prefect silently prays.

“Shroud, what is it you are playing?” A friendly tone comes in front as the Diasomnia housewarden asks Idia curiously. 

“Gh-! N--n-nothing!” The pathetic ‘gamer boy’ of a man scrambles to put his phone away as Malleus looks back at him. 

“Oh,” 

“Sebastian!” A familiar, rather annoying voice comes from behind Seb. There he stands, the one and only Grim. “I and my henchhuman were allowed to come!!” 

The tuna-starved weasel scrambles up the line to stand next to his second henchhuman- or friend. He smells Idia and immediately backs away slightly and scrunches his nose up. 

“It’s great to see you, I thought I would be alone,” Seb explained. “I don’t think Leafy would have fed you any tuna.”

“Yuh huh I would!” Another familiar voice is heard- this time from a different angle. 

“Mrrah!” The weasel is startled as both of them quite literally snap their heads around to see a, well, familiar person. 

Could you guess it? It's the infamous Leafy again!!!!!!!! All dressed in their Pomefiore uniform too, how great.

“I totally would give Grim tuna! Go hop the border again,” The Pomefiore student insults Seb. “I would give Grim a lot of tuna!!!” 

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh!”

“Nuh-uh.”

“This is why you look like an 80’s rock band lead singer!”

“At least I have good taste- you asked Idia to make out.”

“I-” 

MucTobody's surprise, Idia and the other few students in front of the group in line were.. watching. Embarrassing, huh? 

“Ayaki and Hartz; please stop arguing.” The dragon fae attempts to calm the spectrum-induced duo.

“I AM PERFECTLY CALM YOU-” Seb gets his mouth covered by a terrified Leafy who was shaking in their boots. 

“O-of course, Malleus! I’m s-so sorry-,” Petrified and practically shaking, Leafy begins to apologize profusely to the Diasomnia housewarden, Malleus Draconia. He was quite intimidating for someone who goes fangirl mode over gargoyles. (“Erm actually.. that gargoyle is from 1834, not 1833. Get it right before joining the ‘Gargoyle Appreciation Club’.)  “-so, so, so sorry. It won’t happen again.” 

Malleus nods and turns back around, Leafy sighs, relieved. 

“Are you... scared of Malleus?”

“I’M NOT!!”

“He literally shivered your timbers.”

“N-NO HE DIDN’T!!”

“Yes he did-” 

Again, much to nobody's dismay, Seb, Grim, and Leafy were not paying attention to their place in line; and they were indeed basically next.

“Leafy, I granted you permission to stand with Sebastian in line, because I am just oh so kind and generous, and not to accompany him to Fleur City.” Headmage Crowley informs the group of their situation.

Leafy was indeed able to obtain permission from Crowley to wait in line with Seb as a final goodbye, but not after many tears. 

So technically, Crowley is somewhat... Kind.. but it was mostly countles sobs from an acoustic Pomefiore student. 

“NOOOOO!! PLEEAAASSSEEE LET ME GO TO FLEUR CITY!! MY SEBBY WEBBY POOKS WILL BE ALL ALOOONE!!” Leafy sniffs and gets ready to sob again.

“Your Sebby Webby Pooks..?- never mind,” Dire Crowley shakes his head. “Sadly, I can not allow you to attend the social alongside Sebastian.”

“WELL WHY NOT YOU-”

“Language. And stop being childish, Roi De Trickster, tu es très ennuyeux.” The beautiful French hunter from behind shushes Leafy.

Realizing that no matter how many sobs they put out, Leafy will still be dorm-bound for the length of the social. She pulls Seb into a tight hug, sobbing into him again.

“I-I’ll miss you... *sniff*. I love you, Seb,” 

“Bros about to reenact a Calrity meme..” 

“I really wish I could call you a slur right now..”

“I love you too..” 

Another sob.

“PLEASE DON’T GOOOOOOOO!! I’LL MISS YOU SO SO SO SO SO MUCHHHH” 

✩

Saying their goodbyes, the mildly fruity couple part ways: Leafy returns Pomefiore, ready to be scolded by Vil for not properly crying, and Seb enters the Magic Mirror into Fleur City.

Still sobbing, Leafy looks back one last time as Seb enters the Magic Mirror. She does a dramatic stare at the mirror and turns away as a single tear falls down her cheek. 

“What was that?” A nearby student asks his friend.

“I dunno.. let’s stay away from them..” His friend replies

“I was gonna do that anyways..” 

“Good..”

As Leafy enters the Pomefiore dorm Mirror, she braces herself for a harsh scolding from the housewarden

And a scolding she gets.

“Leafy! Where in Twisted Wonderland have you been?! You missed my makeup session with you, I was supposed to show you the right way to put on eyeliner!” Vil Schoenheit yells at the helpless student. “You’d better have a good excuse!”

“Well, I-” 

“Not good enough of an excuse!” 

The moral of this story is to never miss a makeup training session with housewarden Vil.

✩

“Why are we even here? Everyone knows socials are F-tier!” Idia complains while waiting with the group for the rest of the students to enter the Magic Mirror. 

“Mrrah! When do we eat?” Grim looks around for any restaurants that are cat-friendly. “I’m staaaarving!”

“I want some rice pudding,” Sebastian says as he stands next to Grim. “It sounds so good.. Fleur City pudding... Mmm..”

Getting pulled into a daydream about rice pudding, Seb nearly falls over- if it weren't for the one and only...

ROLLO FLAMME!!!!!!!

“Stay awake. It would be disrespectful to Fleur City if you fell asleep while not in bed,” The blue bowl-cut man explains to a flustered Seb. “it wouldn’t make a good impression for Night Raven College.”

Blushing, Seb apologizes as Rollo walks away. Keep in mind that this is their FIRST TIME MEETING. Seb does not know Rollo. Rollo does not know Seb. 

“Mrrah..? Who was that, henchhuman number two?” Grim stops scanning the area and is now observing Rollo as he walks away. From his weird-shaped hat to his drag queen shoes, the cat-weasel takes in every detail without knowing it. He shrugs it off and continues looking for places that sell tuna.

“I don’t know..” He rubs his eyes tiredly. “That was weird..”

“You know what’s even weirder? The fact this place has NO tuna shops! I like Sam’s Shop better.” The tuna-starved weasel begins to complain about the lack of tuna in Fleur City. 

“Do not insult my liege! Apologize this instant!” The crocodile-like freshman scolded Idia for ‘insulting’ Malleus. “Malleus is far better than you in every possible way!”

“Stop yelling, Monsieur Crocodile. Roi De Chambre, please apologize.”

“No, that's like- mega L worthy. I'm not apologizing until the screech machine stops yelling at me for telling Malleus I would basically pound him into a dumpster if he challenged me to a game. Not literally, metaphorically. It’s so funny you can't even LOL about it.”

“I don’t remember caring, now apologize!”

“What’s all this ruckus about?” A familiar blue-haired man appears from the corner. 

“Who’re ya?” Epel asks, accidentally letting his country accent slip.

“Rollo Flamme,” he responds.

✩

“Seb.. isn’t that the weird dude who saved you from hospital bills earlier?” Grim pokes at Seb until he gets an answer. Cat weasels are very persistent.

“Yeah, probably.” Seb looks over and smiles at Rollo, who does not smile back- just looks tired. “He’s hot.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep. He’s definitely bbg material.”

“You have bad taste in men.” Jamil butts into the conversation.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“Not maybe, you do. Worse than Leafy.. they like Idia.”

Idia shutters at the thought of Leafy after their last... interesting interaction.

“Ils aiment le Roi de Chambre?” The Frenchman is very confused. Who could like the stinky shut-in housewarden, Idia Shroud? “Non.”

“Uh-.. how do I say yes in French? Wee?”

“It’s oui, Monsieur L’autisme.”

“I don’t care. Grim, have you found any food places yet?”

Grim, still observing the area like a drug dog on duty, shakes his head. 

“I don’t like this place.”

“We will eat momentarily.” The man whom Seb is fawning over appears behind them. “First, you’ll get a tour of Nobel Bell College.”

✩

(time skip to after the tour and they are now eating (I'm lazy))

Everyone was eating at different tables, though Rollo was all alone like a poor lonely German boy.

“Why are you eating all alone, Flamme?” The dragon fae asks.

“I just hate all of you.” That was what Rolli would have said if it wasn’t for Seb plopping down next to him.

“He’s not! I’m sitting with him.” Seb exclaimed and bit into his apple tart, giving Malleus a look saying: “Go away before I tear your arm off and beat you with it.”

And he did just that- he went away to talk to Sebek and Silver.

“What exactly are you doing?” The bowl-cut man asks.

“I’m sitting with you!” Normally, Seb wouldn’t be this outgoing with his crushes. Not nearly. But, since they’re literally in a different country, he decided to.

“Is an apple tart all you’re eating?”

“Ya, I’m too poor for anything else.”

Rollo nods and continues eating.

“You’re hot.”

“Pardon?”

“You’re hot.”

“Are you talking to me?”

“Who else would I be talking to? My dead cat?”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Okay.”

It was too awkward to speak for a while after that.

“You’re hot.”

“Stop saying that!”

“It’s true!”

(“grrr..” “bros going full alpha mode”)

“Do you... like me?”

“Naw.”

“What? Really?”

“No, I do like you.”

“I like you too.”

Seb tries to respond but gets a face full of apple tart. He was daydreaming again.

A concerned Rollo is urgently shaking Seb awake. 

Have you connected it yet? Rollo is slowly falling for Seb without realizing it. Who wouldn’t? With his muscular figure and dashing roblox man face smile, Josh Hutcherson core fr. /j The lovesick fool is just shoving his feelings so far down that he hopes they’ll disappear. 

“Sebastian Hartz! W-wake up this instant!” Close to crying, Rollo thought Seb had died.

“What the fart.” Seb wakes up with a face covered in an apple tart.

“Seb..!” Rollo pulls him into a tight hug.

He realizes what he is doing and immediately pushes Seb away with a red face.

“What the fart.”

“I-uh.. you passed out.”

“Oh, carp.” Realization hits him as both of their faces turn a  strawberry-like shade. “Why'd you hug me?”

“What do you mean? I didn’t hug you.” He’s in his gaslighting era.

“Whatevah.” 

…

“Oh poop, I messed up my tart.”

“..do you want a croissant?”

…

“RARARSRSTSHHZJSHA YES.”

Rollo gives him the croissant. Seb devours it, almost choking on it.

“Don’t eat it so fast. You’ll choke.”

Seb coughs and smiles like player 456 in his mugshot in Squid Game. (LMFAO)

“You’re hot.” Seb repeats his fantasy.

“What?” Rollo turns flustered as he stares at Seb in confusion. “I’m... hot?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh..” He shrugs and licks his fingers. I guess you could say that the croissant was finger-licking good. (Mr. McElwain knee slap joke)

“You’re.. an odd creature.” Rollo meant that as more of a compliment than an insult, which Seb gladly took as one.

Rollo puts his hand on Seb's cheek, eyes sparkling as he leans in and gently presses his lips against the opposing person for a moment before pulling away.- HAHA L YOU THOUGHT LLLL SKILL ISSUE LMAOOOOOOOOOO

“Odd creature?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re a hot creature.” Seb has ultimate rizz.

“STOP SAYING THAT.”

“Never.”

Seb yawns suddenly. He could be tired or this could be a Yandere Rollo fic for all you know. 

“Hot diggity darn... I’m tired.”

“Okay?”

“Can I rest on you?”

“Wh-no!”

Seb does it anyway, placing his head on Rollo's shoulder and passing out. Rollo is flustered and tries to push Seb off of him. Unsurprisingly, Seb just scoots closer and unconsciously hugs Rollo. Rollo, again, is flustered.

“What the fu-..” Remembering he is Christian and a Student Council President, Rollo stops himself from swearing. “-flip..”

Seb nuzzles against him as Rollo sits there like the touch-starved Christian man he is. He thinks about something, then thinks again. Then he decides to do it.

He plants a kiss on Seb's forehead and then jerks his head up to see if anyone saw it. Nobody- the group is busy watching the Masquerade show.

He does it again, this time holding his lips on Seb's forehead for longer.

He does it once again.

And again.

And again.

And.. again.

And again- until he was scared his brother was watching and would be disappointed in him.

✩

Seb wakes up, eventually, and Rollo is still patiently awaiting his awakening.

“Are you awake yet?” Rollo asks, not expecting an answer.

“Nope.”

“Okay, love you.”

Seb sits up quickly and Rollo looks at him, flustered asf.

“I thought you said you weren’t alove?”

“You love me?”

What a conundrum. 

“Uhh..”

“…”

This is awkward. I'm getting secondhand embarrassment. Dang Rollo.

“Uh.. what I said was.. uh.. I meant..” The poor boy struggles to cover up the fact he said he loved Seb. “Uhhh.. I mean-..”

“…”

“…”

“YOU LOVE ME??”

“N-NO!!”

“YOU SAID SO, LIAR!!!”

“NO, I DIDN’T!!”

“Alright, I’ll leave then.” Seb begins to stand up.

“Wait-”

✩

“Wanna share a croissant..?” Rollo says this in an attempt to go on a semi-date with Seb, romantic.

“Is that even a question? Of course, I do.”

They got a croissant. And they shared it. 

“How much was it? I’ll pay you back.”

“What?”

“You got me a croissant; I’m paying you back”

“Uh..” Rollo thinks for a moment. 

“Well?” Impatient and awkwardly sitting there in the silence, Seb pushes Rollo lightheartedly for an answer.

"Love me— that's all I ask of you." hushed in a hushed voice.

“What?” Seb didn’t understand. “Love you?”

“Never mind..” Rollo brushed it off and continued eating his croissant.

He had decided to buy two croissants instead of one so they wouldn’t have to break a Fleur City croissant in half.

“You want me to.. love you?”

“Maybe..”

“Okay..”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I’ll love you. I already do and it’s better than begging people for spare change.” He laughs, and Rollo does too, it would be very, very awkward if he didn’t.

“Is this your confession to me?” He’s confused. So is Seb. Couple goals???

“Sure I guess.”

“Okay.”

“Is this the part where we kiss?”

Rollo gets kiss shy and very flustered, so he doesn’t know how to answer more than turning his head to hide his blushing face. Seb takes this as an opportunity to rizz him up/j

Seb leans back and forth, fidgeting, worrying he’s messed something up with Rollo. He takes a chance and scoots closer- enough for him to give Rollo a little smooch. Just a quick little cheek kiss.

“Wh-” If it was possible, Rollo turns even more red. Even more red. Bro looks like someone after eating a pomegranate.

“I love you, Rollo.”

“Oh- uh..” He struggles to form words other than mutters. The poor boy has probably never had a girlfriend before- let alone a boyfriend. “I love you too..” (small text indicates how quiet he says it)

“Hm?” Seb shows how deaf he is.

“I love you too.”

“Quesadilla?”

“What-? No.”

“Oh. Well, just spit it out I guess.”

“I.. I-.. I..”

“You’re gay? I know.”

“No! I love you!” 

Rollo, surprised at how fast he blurted it out, blushes profusely again.

“I love you too.”

✩

“Sebastian? It’s late, you should go to bed.” Rollo explains random stuff while Seb leads him to an open place. Probably an open, late-night Fleur City street. (“Life at night is always finer- neon streets are full of lust.”)

“Never! I want to do something romantic.” He smiles widely while his new boyfriend of 3 hours blushes at the mention of a romantic act.

“I’m scared.”

(sorry for the small thing)

✩

Back at the Pomefiore dorm, Leafy was being visited by her friend from Savanaclaw- Callie. Leafy was, again, sobbing about being rejected by Idia.

“If that man harms you in any way again I will not hesitate to pound him into a ball and serve him as some sort of foreign onigiri to Ruggie.” Callie's voice is intimidating yet soothing and soon Leafy falls asleep. 

Callie decides to head for the exit, leaving a little “Goodbye!” note for Leafy to read when they wake up. She exits the dorm room and makes her way to the Magic Mirror to head back to Savanaclaw.

(another short one- IM SORRY) 

✩

Seb leads Rollo to an open bench and sits down, patting the seat next to him where Rollo sits too. The sunset is visible; a beautiful bright orange fading into a light pink, anyone else would be honored to see such a sight.

“Beautiful, right? I researched about Fleur City sunsets before coming here..” Seb says softly as his gaze falls to Rollos.

“I’m never up very late... I usually go to bed at 10.” Rollo explains his sleep schedule as he looks into Seb’s eyes.

What comes next? You could never guess it.

Rollo is the one to lean in, planting his lips against Seb’s for a cute little Heartstopper kiss. 

He and Seb turn red as they both look away, flustered. Rollo must feel so awkward. (“Did I mess up? What if he hates me”)

Seb gives him a closed-eye head-tilt smile, bright red blush plastered on his face, and he interlocks fingers with Rollos.

They both gaze up into the sunset, holding hands, smiling. Seb leans his head on Rollo's shoulder and he allows it. They nuzzle up against each other and get ready to stay in that position for a while.

“How do I repay you for letting this happen?” Rollo asks suddenly, though his tone is soft. 

Seb chuckles as they both doze off to sleep under the Fleur City stars. 

"Love me—that's all I ask of you." 

The end! Lmk if you want a part two or anything!!!1!!

inspired by Azaleas Rollo bot 

I picked my dialogue for literally everything because even if the Glorious Masquerade event was available to reread anytime I would be far too lazy to do that. Also, this is a fanfiction. Fanfiction. But in all seriousness I do hope you did enjoy  this fic because uhh it took time and stuff)  

Short mini-story.

The social is over, and Seb with the group go through the Magic Mirror to get back to Night Raven College. Much to nobody's surprise, Leafy is waiting patiently for Seb's return. They look like a mid-thirty-year-old woman camping outside of Walmart for Black Friday, blanket and everything. They watch attentively, giving the mirror their undivided attention as people come through the Magic Mirror.

First Malleus, then Sebek, then Silver, and so on. 

Seb finally enters NRC and is greeted by a sobbing Pomefiore student.

“SEEEB!! I MISSED YOU SOOOOOOOO MUCH!!” Seb swears he can feel his ribs shatter as the wind gets pulled out of his lungs at the tightness of the hug he is receiving.

“I missed you too,” Seb coughs out as the hug only gets tighter. “Idia got Masquerade attire, you should have seen him- you would’ve melted.” 

A few seconds after he said that, Leafy was already waiting for Idia to come through the Magic Mirror. Epel, no. Rook, no. Ruggie, no. Idia, yes. 

Idia expected to have Leafy waiting for Seb, but what he didn’t expect was to be engulfed in a tight hug as soon as he entered the Mirror. Unexpected or not, it still happened.

“Ah-! G-get off of me!” Idia doesn’t know who's hugging him, but from the height range, he suspects it is Ortho. He looks down and does not find Ortho, instead, the person he ran away from before the social. He suspects she's mad and wants monetary compensation, she wants a kiss. “Gh-! uh... Leafy... hiii…” hi guys its basil

“Hello, big brother! Who is that you're hugging?” The small robot boy greets his brother and finds him hugging someone. Could this be a new friend? “Big brother, did you make a new friend on your trip? I’m so proud of you!”

The tips of Idia’s hair turn pink as he blushes. “N-no!” He makes another useless attempt to pry Leafy away from him.

In case you were wondering, Seb was standing a few feet away from them, the same as Ortho. Ortho was beaming, proud of his brother for making a new friend. Seb was snickering to himself; the whole interaction was quite amusing to him. Leafy was nuzzling up to him, burying her face into his dirty hoodie, getting tears all over him. Idia is freaking out and trying his hardest to get them off, but since he is a scrawny little dude he can’t. 

“G-get off of me!” Idia is about to have an anxiety attack while getting his ribs shattered by a hug. 

Idia is about to say something else when he is met with a tear-filled kiss on the cheek by Leafy. The tips of his hair turn red again as his pupils dilate. He is released from the hug as Seb pulls Leafy away and back to Ramshackle.

“Hi guys intermission welcome back 👽👽 its me ya boy basil with ANOTHER youtube video today we are being COOL. is cool ok bye guys back to the progrm” - basil

[jules-portfolio]

[Raspberry's Wonderland Express] Pantyhose Special Edition

made with Adobe Photoshop 2020

#Raspberry's Wonderland Express #Pantyhose #Miru Tights

[glassysky33]

Raspberry’s Wonderland Express Club | Waifu Friday Edition

Kotori Itsuka

#raspberry's wonderland express #cards #waifu friday #kotori itsuka

[malefilmica]

🍓Raspberry's Wonderland Express🍓 - Twintails SE

#🍓Raspberry's Wonderland Express🍓 #raspberry's wonderland express #Twintails SE

[x-tayberry-x-blog]

#Raspberry's Wonderland Express

[somniferumia-collection]

Twintails edition // by SweetKiichigo Raspberry’s Wonderland Express

#themed edition #raspberrys wonderland express #by sweetkiichigo

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

(Sorry for the genshin impact foods. Blame my brother for showing me these foods-)

*walks in with the pancake* selamat ulang tahun, Riddle! Or in english, happy birthday, Riddle! I hope you have a wonderful birthday and always be healthy! Anyway, here is a pancake I made for you. Its called Lighter Than Air Pancake. These thick pastries gives peoplee the sense that they have fallen up a layer of fluffy clouds! Also, it goes well with tea!

AIDAILDBAASHBDLASDVS It's fine ^^ I don't really play Genshin myself, but I like watching those "cooking Genshin recipes irl" videos on Youtube. The food looks so tasty~

The dish was comprised of a tower of thick, fluffy pancakes, the topmost one drizzled with chocolate syrup, a dollop of whipped cream, and a ripe raspberry. A sprig of mint and a wedge of chocolate finished it off.

"Lighter Than Air Pancakes, you say..." Riddle poked the massive stack with a fork, a curious expression on his face. The pancakes jiggled, the whipped cream sandwiched between them wobbling along.

"Ah, I do believe I am familiar with the technique behind this texture--Trey once demonstrated it to me. You separate the egg whites and the egg yolks, and beat the whites to a stiff peak before folding it in with the other ingredients."

"We shall see if its name is warranted." Riddle dug his fork into the pancakes, breaking away a sizable chunk and raising it to you. "To friends--and to afternoon tea."

The redhead brought the bite to his lips and chewed heartily, a cushiony sweetness sweeping across his tongue.

For a moment, Riddle was a feather dancing upon the summer breeze, floating far above Night Raven College, and Twisted Wonderland itself. He was in a world all of his own, bouncing on sunset dusted clouds of whipped cream and chocolate drizzle, brightened by a burst of raspberry sunshine. The faint scent of roses tickled his nostrils--

--and he was grounded once more.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Riddle Rosehearts #twisted wonderland interactions #Genshin Impact #disney twisted wonderland #Riddle birthday takeover

[courtlyharlequin]

Hey Alice! It has been ten days since your journey down the rabbit hole started, ten days since I launched this blog’s promotional post.  I don’t know how it happened so suddenly, but... it seems we have reached one hundred followers! Technically, as I’m finishing up this post, we’re at one hundred and seven followers. 

As your guide through Twisted Wonderland, I am grateful for your support!! While this milestone is small, it means the whole world to me. The amount of time that I achieved this many followers compared to my other social media and my main blog on tumblr is truly insane.

To commemorate this minuscule checkpoint in my tumblr imagines writing career, I am hosting an event that shall be on par its size! A mini event!! This event is inspired by the blog aesthetics of my two most recent followers: @jangmi-latte and @currywaifu~! 

Event Details:

Prologue:

Welcome to Café Rosé, an umpteenth local coffeeshop that sprouted from the concrete, fitting snuggly into a small plaza located in the suburbs of Twisted Wonderland. Despite being fairly new to the community, the shop has found success in one particular drink— their Rosé Latte. The café is known for mixing in rose water, rosé, or milk infused with rose extract, depending on your preference into their drinks. Oddly enough, the owner adores the color pink and roses as much as she adore coffee. Part of the charm, perhaps? The Rosé Latte is, by far, the most popular item. It’s said to make people fall in love at first sip. But, perhaps that, too, is part of the charm as it is merely a rumor. You couldn’t possibly believe that you can fall in love with a cup of coffee now, could you?

Event Rules:

First of all, click on the banner for better quality. I made it 1080px wide and the standard tumblr dimensions is 540px wide so it looks blurry, but it’s actually better than it looks. I promise! Also, don’t steal this. I spent three hours on it.

Now, for the actual event: It’s a cafe/coffeshop AU event! Lowkey soulmate AU and I just-!! Cliche, but I always wanted to write for this AU. Well, not that much. I won’t write something like this for a long time.  It’s an event after all!

For this event, you can request oneshots only. Sadly, I won’t be writing headcanons or scenarios this time around.

And because I’m only taking oneshot requests, you can only request for one character.

Here’s another catch! You have to request as if you’re ordering off a menu of prompts that I personally made. Not to worry, they’re all forgiving and pretty general. More on that later. Scroll down for it!

So your request format would be something like this: “Can I get a [menu item name] with Leona?”

Something to note: this is all vaguely a coffeeshop/soulmate AU. No matter what you choose, it’ll be a lowkey soulmate AU. Now depending on what you choose, your counter might be spicy, angsty, or fluffy. Or maybe all three???

It’s very basic. Something simple for a small milestone <3

Because it’s a small commemoration event, and because oneshots take me a while to write (and not to mention I lowkey want to make different banners for each request), I will only be accepting the first five (5) requests. So you should probably hurry!

If you don’t make it that’s okay! You can still send in other request since I don’t know when to stop~ ... Just please... please no more Octavinvelle requests..

Menu:

Rosé Latte— a simple latte with a splash of fresh milk, topped with a light rose extract-infused foam + latte art; the best seller here at Café Rosé. Rumor has it that once you take a sip, you’ll immediately fall in love with your supposed soulmate. Fate works in strange ways, you see?

English Rose Refresher— half lemonade, half rose tea. A bit of an floral yet tart flavor; A cool beverage meant to ease the summer heat and your stress as well. It’s the perfect drink for you to unwind and let go of a day’s struggles.

Candied Rose Frappuccino— more of a confection rather than a beverage, but nevertheless, it’s bold; The sweetness of the candies rose petals tend to block all your senses as if you had let your inner beast out. That feeling is insatiable.

Rose Tea— as it sounds: an herbal tea. Now available iced or hot; It’s a subtle and simple combination of flavors that makes you appreciate the smaller mundane things in life and openly express that.

Lavender Rose White Mocha— yet another sugary confection yet this time it’s complimented with a hint of lavender extract and the sweetness of white chocolate and espresso; It’s the type of drink that wakes you up without shooting your adrenaline through the roof. It’s the kind of drink that makes you laugh.

Raspberry Rose Cake— coffee and tea isn’t the only thing on the Café Rosé menu! While enjoying your rather bitter beverage, pair it with a mildly soft flavored slice of this! ; This cake is the type of cake to melt away all of your troubles. If there was rain, this cake would clear the sky. If there were tears, this cake would make your tears dry.

Rosewater Biscuits— pair this with the more sugary drinks. It’s flavor is plain enough to act as a palette cleanser, a counter for said beverages, but there’s still a floral hint within these; Perhaps not the best tasting item on this menu but they sure do bring back many nostalgic memories of the awfully mundane snacks you had with your childhood friends.

Disclaimer: I made some of the items and/or their descriptions up with the help and reference of Starbucks and Google. I have no idea if the ingredients are compatible with each other or if it’s actually palatable  I’m not actually a barista!

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We Won’t Eat Our Words

For @newsies-strike-day I thought it only appropriate to do a Newsies centric fic in my crooked politician au since I did a les mis one for barricade day. You don’t have to read the rest of the series for this, it’s written as a standalone. Special thank you to @rum-on-fire  who is definitely NOT part of the newsies fandom (though they have their green card to stay in the rabbit hole lol) and very helpfully betaed and edited this. Title, inspiration, and recommended listening: Monster by dodie w/ assit from 100 Bad Days by AJR. Rating: PG Words: 4,959 AO3

Katherine collapsed onto her bed still fully clothed, needing to work up the energy to even put her pajamas on. She’d spent the day setting up her new apartment – since she’d be needing one after next year anyway her parents had kindly agreed to foot the bill for a small studio near school until she graduated and would start paying the rent herself – and was thoroughly exhausted as a result.

Her mom had insisted on hiring movers for hauling her possessions from their uptown brownstone to the downtown apartment and for bringing up all the furniture. Katherine had insisted on actually putting everything away herself and so the two had spent the Saturday doing just that before her mom called a cab and they drove home. She was so tired she almost regretted just not spending the night, but she was waiting to start living there until after the cable guys came and set her wifi up on Monday.

Kath held her phone aloft in front of her, thumb hovering over the call button for a friend from D.C. She had just enough mental capacity to talk over final details for his visit the next weekend. Before Katherine could hit the button her bedroom door flung open, causing her to let her hand drop as she turned to see who it was.

Her father stood there, back straight and chin out, still in his pressed business suit at the time SNL would be showing the second performance of their musical guest had it not been the middle of July.

Kath swung her legs off the bed and used the momentum to push herself up into a seated position. She let her face fall into the cool neutral expression she reserved for interactions with her father, tilting her head and lifting her eyebrow incrementally to show her question at his barging in.

Joseph Pulitzer stepped exactly two paces into the raspberry walled room. Transferring his polished loafers from the dark burgundy of the hall rug to her cream carpeting. He pulled his tablet out from under his arm and with an economical flick of his wrist held the screen out to her.

“What’s this?” He demanded.

Forced to get up, Katherine crossed the short distance to meet him and take the tablet from his hands. She was confused at first, not understanding what he was referring to. Then she recognized the website that had been pulled up.

Thanks to the Newsies’ recognition for election coverage – which Katherine’s blog posts from D.C. had no small part in – the writing blog that she’d set up her junior year of high school had seen a flood of traffic. She’d decided to capitalize on it and turn the site into a writing portfolio. With the help of Elmer the web design wizard she’d managed to embed articles and videos from three different news sites. Specs and Davey had helped her to curate a sense of professionalism; balancing her more personal, opinionated blog posts with her news writing from the school paper, the more frivolous reviews from her time interning in the Arts section at The Sun, and the work she did as an intern for CNN in the fall. The site looked good.

Katherine looked up from the tablet to her father, a frown tightening the corners of her mouth and dragging her brows together. “It’s my portfolio. My writing portfolio.”

Snatching the tablet from her hands Joe scoffed. He swiped at the screen, scrolling to something before tapping with a controlled sort of violence.

“What?” Katherine demanded. Her blood was starting to boil and her earlier exhaustion had burned off as a result.

“You actually believe that this shows your skills? And don’t get me started on the complete lack of journalistic integrity.”

His sneer actually knocked her back, causing her to stumble.

“Excuse me?”

Joe flipped the tablet around again, showing the research articles that she’d put together for the Newsies. He sent the page scrolling.

“You actually think that you can be unbiased and yet remain in bed with your little activist group?”

Katherine’s lip curled at her father’s choice of words. Her hands had closed into fists and she only realized they had when she felt her chipped manicure biting into her palms.

“If you had been paying attention at all you would know that we have been praised for being non-partisan and unbiased. But that would mean you actually cared enough to pay attention to me,” she spat.

Her father’s expression turned stony. Any emotion that she might have been able to detect was shuttered behind judgmental eyes and a cruel mouth and harsh brows.

“You might think that you can skate by on talent and charm alone Katherine, in fact this little display proves you think exactly that, but no one is trawling the internet for hires,” he sniffed. “I certainly don’t. I would never hire you.”

For a second Katherine’s heart stopped. Her father’s words ringing in her ears. When it started again she drew herself up to her full height and met his gaze.

“Well it’s a good thing I never expected you to. You see the name at the top of the page? Katherine Plumber. Not Pulitzer, Plumber. Everything there I did myself and I didn’t even need you. I don’t need you to give me a job either. What you hold in your hand does more to prove that than any point you think you’re trying to make. I don’t need your name or your judgement and I certainly don’t need to stand here and listen to you insult me.”

Joe seemed stunned. Katherine used this to her advantage, already moving towards her bathroom and pulling her toothbrush, toothpaste, and birth control pills from the cabinet. She tossed them into the travel case she kept under the sink and then followed with her hairbrush and some makeup and bobby pins, hair ties and travel sized body wash, shampoo, and conditioner.

When Kath walked back out Joe still hadn’t moved. She tossed the case into her backpack. She moved to grab up her pajamas and they and her laptop and charger followed suit. She wouldn’t need the clothes she’d laid out for the next day but she pulled them off her desk chair anyway when she swept up her keys, wallet, and subway card. The subway card went into her pocket, the rest dumped into the backpack too. She could fish her keys out on the train.

He was still standing there as she pulled her shoes back on. By now he had the decency to look dumbstruck.

Katherine closed the bag and swung it onto her shoulders. Fuck not having wifi, she didn’t need it for twenty-some odd hours if it meant not dealing with Joseph Pulitzer. With his condescension. His contempt. His utter disinterest.

She shouldered past him and finally he did more than stare at her. “Where are you going?”

Narrowing her eyes, Katherine jutted out her chin. “Home.” And then she marched down the hall. Down the grand staircase and through the foyer. Right out the big front doors to the muggy night beyond. Katherine didn’t stop marching until she reached the subway platform that would take her downtown.

Here she paused, waiting for the train. She dug her keys out as she waited. They rested on the end of a lanyard she’d gotten from her old dance studio ages ago. The pink one with a purple crown marked the front door. The Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland the back. The shiny silver the apartment. The dull brass the building.

There was a keychain on the end of the lanyard too that held a trio of keys each decorated in a primary color. The keychain was a metal art deco design with “Medda Larkin” and the theater’s name and her office phone number. The yellow was for Jack and Charlie’s building. Blue for their apartment. Red a townhouse in Georgetown.

She could hear the train rumbling towards the station and Katherine made a decision. She ruthlessly twisted the princess and Cheshire Cat keys from her lanyard, shoving them deep into a pocket of her backpack. When she held up her lanyard again she saw the places she knew she would be welcomed.

Katherine closed her hand around the keys and stepped on the train.

~

After about twenty minutes in her apartment Katherine began to regret her choice to storm out rather than simply kick her father out of her room. Not because she felt any guilt about what was said. Not because she didn’t have wifi. Entirely because she and her mom had decided to save electricity and turned off the air-conditioning. In the short time that she’d been gone the humid New York night had crept in and she was dying.

She’d had the ac running full blast, but it wasn’t quite enough yet. Her frizzing hair had been wrangled into a bun on the top of her head. She’d found a pair of old soffe shorts a size too small that she hadn’t known she’d owned nevertheless packed when she rifled through the drawers her mom had filled for her while she had been setting up the kitchen. She’d been searching for the tank top she was currently sporting and the shorts had been in with her athletic wear.

Sitting in the dark on her new couch Katherine could hear the city humming around her. Now that her quest to beat the heat was done, she had nothing else to focus on but the fight.

She wouldn’t take back what she’d said and done. Katherine had defended herself, her future, her blog, and by extension, her friends. What her father had said though? That was echoing around her head. His “I would never hire you” just getting louder and louder in her imagination.

Katherine grabbed her phone off the coffee table and swiped it open. She went to her contacts’ favorites and hit call. The muffled ringing bled into the ringing of her father’s voice and Kath was struck by the hour and a fear he might be sleeping. Just as she was bracing herself for the possibility he picked up. Katherine let out his name on a sigh of relief. “Jack.”

“Hey Kath,” he sounded muffled, like his face was mashed into his pillow. “Is everything ok?”

“Not really,” she found herself saying in a small voice, suddenly feeling the beginning of tears. They made the words want to stick in the back of her throat. “I- I had a fight- and- and- I ran away. I’m at my apartment. I need a hug.”

Dammit. She was crying. Katherine didn’t cry and yet here she was. Her father had actually made her cry.

“I’ll be right there,” and now Jack sounded like he was sitting up.

Kath let out a shaky breath and swiped at her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~

It wasn’t long until the buzz of the intercom made her jump, pulling her out of her mental echo chamber. The apartment was still warm but most of the humidity had started to dissipate and the temperature was well on the way to comfortable. She buzzed open the door into the building and stayed leaning by her door, knowing it wouldn’t be long until there’d be a knock.

When it came Katherine opened the door to Jack but not just Jack but Charlie, David, and Sarah too.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked.

Jack engulfed her in a hug, moving her out of the doorway and letting the others in.

“Housewarming party,” Charlie said as though it were obvious.

This made Katherine acutely aware of the fact that she had absolutely no food. Another thing that she was waiting to actually start living there to acquire. The hour made her doubtful if the local bodega would even be open.

“Umm…” she said, still being hugged tightly by Jack.

“We brought snacks,” he whispered in her ear. She squeezed him tighter, a silent thanks for reading her mind.

“Damn girl, you live like this?” Charlie joked, staring around the dark studio.

Giving Jack one last hug and a kiss on the cheek she moved to close the door and flip the lights on. “Sorry, it was hot and I was afraid to blow out the ac.”

David snorted, he’d moved to the kitchen and set his backpack down on the counter. He started pulling out sodas and juice boxes. “Kath, and I say this with love, this place is nicer than where I grew up. I doubt you’ll blow a fuse for having a lamp and the air-conditioning on at the same time.”

Katherine rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. Her friends chuckled and she noticed that David hadn’t been the only one to bring a backpack and they all had set about taking over her kitchen. The noise started to drown out her father’s voice in her head.

“Ok,” Sarah said, peering into her desolate fridge, “either you invited Les over before us or you haven’t gone shopping yet.”

Giggling Kath came to grab glasses and plates out of the cabinets. “I don’t think I invited any Jacobs over and yet, here you are. And at this hour.”

“Yeah, I was on Ellen and we were just about to start talking about what it was like to be Robin to Robert Pattinson’s Batman. Then Jack woke me up,” Charlie gave his brother a dry look and the other boy held up his hands in defense, a bag of Doritos in each.

“Sorry man but we all know the Kath Signal supersedes the Bat Signal,” Jack said.

She tried, she really did, pressing her lips together into a tight line but she couldn’t help but grin. Her earlier tears were long forgotten in the face of her friends. It was obvious what had happened, Jack had roused Charlie and called David who’d brought Sarah and they all came to check on her. To distract her or reassure her, whatever she might need.

Katherine paused, hands resting on the counter, as she watched her friends unpacking the supplies they had brought. That just made her smile grow as she realized that Jack and Charlie had merely grabbed whatever was in their cupboard before coming over while the Jacobs must have woken their mother – whether accidentally or intentionally she wasn’t sure – if the tupperwares filled with cut fruit, veggies, and Kath’s favorite homemade hummus were any indication.

Moving around her they began to dole out the snacks. Kath finally forced herself into action again, grabbing a capri sun from the fridge before making herself a plate.

They all made their way to the living room, arguing over who would be forced to sit in the overlarge beanbag chair that had been a staple of Katherine’s dorm since freshman year. It was the same beanbag that Sarah had to eventually decree was not a suitable bed and thus not allowed to be used as an excuse to spend the night after the boys had discovered it and tried to use their room as an escape from whatever mischief they might have gotten into. While comfortable it was extremely hard to pull oneself out of.

Kath found herself maneuvered into the middle of the couch, Jack on one side and David on the other. Charlie had gotten the armchair and Sarah sank into the beanbag with a resigned sigh.

The ac was finally doing its job and she leaned onto Jack, swinging her legs up so that they draped over David’s knees. Both of them just gave her incredulous looks before accepting their fates. Katherine poked at her hummus with a baby carrot, lost in thought as a silence settled around her.

She felt Jack press a soft kiss to the top of her head and sat up to blink at him in confusion.

“You ok?” he asked in a low voice. That’s when she realized they’d all sat there waiting for her to answer a question she’d been too wrapped up in her own head to realize was asked.

Katherine felt herself blush as she nodded. “Yeah. Um, what’d you say?”

“I wanted to know how the move in went,” David said fondly.

She’d just taken a bite of her carrot, so Kath waited until she’d swallowed to speak. “It went really well. I mean you can kinda see that,” she rolled her eyes in self-deprecation, “but yeah, the movers got all the furniture set up and then my mom and I did the rest. Took the whole day but it’s done.”

Kath shrugged and took another bite before adding, “The cable guy comes Monday so I’m shit outta luck on entertainment until then. No tv, no internet. But I’ve got some dvds if you guys want? I think I know where my Cards Against Humanity got to.”

David groaned as Charlie punched the air. This then resulted in Charlie nudging David sharply in the side with one of his elbow crutches for the groan. And saying, “You’re a sore loser Davey, it’s time ya get over it.”

David rolled his eyes and Kath giggled.

“Don’t deny it Dave,” Jack said, smug. The way she was leaning on him meant Katherine could feel him move as he spoke. It was weird. And funny. Kinda relaxing too.

“We both know that Les got the bad habit of flipping the Monopoly board from you,” Sarah chimed in, putting the lid on any of her brother’s world-famous rebuttals.

David flung his hands up in defeat. “Monopoly is a stupid game anyway! Do you know how bad they are for consumers? And us striving to create our own is just propaganda.”

“You know,” Kath chimed in thoughtfully, remembering a fun fact she’d picked up from a friend, “it was originally created to show how detrimental to society capitalism was. So, you’re right about the propaganda angle, wrong about the original intention.”

Her friends were all giving her variations of the same look. A mixture of mild confusion and dumbfounded. Katherine decided to just turn her attention back to her hummus.

“Well ok then,” Jack finally said. “I think that means you’re feeling better?”

It was a question, she could tell it was, but thanks to the distraction presented by teasing David and bitching about Monopoly she’d totally forgotten her own shitty captain of industry father. Katherine deflated slightly at the reminder.

She nodded meekly, though it was more of head wobble than a nod that eventually just turned into a shrug against Jack’s side. She huffed out a breath and her friends, no, her family – the wonderful marvelous people that they were, who came into her empty apartment in the middle of the night whilst she was wallowing and turned it into a true home in a matter of minutes – waited patiently for her to gather her thoughts and make up her mind.

“It’s a mixed bag?” she tried. Katherine could admit to herself she was stalling as English escaped her. She was left with the memory of her father storming into her room looping in her head, juxtaposed with opening her door to find Jack, David, Charlie, and Sarah waiting for her. Also, the word Gummiente for some reason, it was German for rubber duck. All in all, not a very banner moment for the wannabe writer. Maybe her father was right.

Katherine squeezed her eyes shut. She did not want to think about that. The air caught slightly in her throat as she inhaled. Would not even give him the satisfaction in her own imagination.

Jack must have felt her still because the next thing Katherine knew he was draping an arm around her and pulling her into his side. Then she felt David shift, gently swinging her legs down so he could slide closer and hug her too. A weight rested on her knee, the unmistakable feel of the top of one of Charlie’s crutches and she knew that the only reason it wasn’t his hand was because the space between the couch and coffee table was too narrow for him to maneuver with the couch full. Distantly Katherine thought she’d have to remember to fix that as she felt Sarah squeezing her hand, having finally fought her way out of the beanbag.

Katherine took in another shuttering breath. Her shoulders shook slightly. No tears tried to slip out though as she found herself laughing in relief. Brought about by her friends around her. Happiness and love for these people.

In a rush Katherine’s words came back to her and soon were pouring out of her mouth. A habit of hers that her father hated and had on occasion gotten her into hot water but for the life of her Kath couldn’t see the point in silencing herself, even if sometimes her voice reacted before her brain.

“You guys are just the best,” Kath breathed out in a rush. “I mean really. I’m so so so glad to have you all in my life and so thankful that you just decided to show up here in the middle of the night. Like, I know you were all sleeping; and I know how much you need it, bunch of overworked and underpaid college kids who run a human rights campaign slash activist group on the side that you are. But you somehow decided that I was more important than some well deserved rest. For some fucking reason.

“Which I really appreciate,” Katherine paused slightly, catching her breath and steeling her nerves. “Like, really appreciate. So much. So so much. Because I- I ran away from home? No. That sounds dumb. Oh god, I feel like a fucking dork but like I don’t care, cause I need to tell you guys this: I have a home; you are my home. I ran away from my dad. He- he found my blog and I’d say he was just being a dick about it but really he was being himself cause he’s always a dick so like I shouldn’t be surprised but we wound up arguing – I know, I know, shocking – and well I don’t regret what I said, it may have been mean but it was true, and I don’t regret coming here but it still hurt. He…”

Katherine trailed off, opening her eyes to frown down at her lap with the plate of snacks still clutched in her one hand. Jack pressed a kiss to the side of her head in encouragement. She furrowed her brows, screwing her courage to the sticking place.

“He told me that he’d never hire me,” Katherine finally said.

It was met with a chorus of shock and outrage. Jack and Davey both squeezed her tighter while Sarah let go of her hand to throw her own up in the air in exasperation. Charlie was letting out a stream of expletives detailing exactly what he thought about Joseph Pulitzer as a father and businessman.

After a couple long seconds David started laughing. It snapped Katherine out of her sudden shame as she looked over to him, fearing hysterics. David just grinned widely back at her as she gave him a questioning look.

“Kath!” he exclaimed breathlessly between laughs. “You don’t need him to hire you! And probably never will!”

She blinked at him, not following. Jack apparently had though, and she figured it was thanks to the fact that their trains of thought tended to run on the same rail. “You’re right! And it’s his own fucking loss!”

The two boys laughed as Katherine tried to work out what they meant. She glanced to Sarah who looked just as lost as she was and then to Charlie. He was frowning slightly but nodding as though he was seeing the logic in his best friends’ nonsense.

David realized her confusion, grabbing the tops of her arms so that she would meet his eyes as he spoke. “Kath, you already have a job.”

She made a face. “I’ve got an internship,” Katherine corrected him.

“Yeah, with The New York Sun!” David shook her slightly in his growing excitement.

“Your second summer internship there,” Jack added with that same almost manic cheer. “And this time they don’t have you writing puff pieces on kids festivals.”

“No they don’t!” David tagged back in and great they were going to do the thing where they traded off sentences to create one long argument. It was an impressive and truly fantastic talent, but Katherine hated when they turned it on her. Especially when she had yet to see their point. “This time you’re working directly for Bryan Denton, the one and only!”

As if on cue Sarah cheered “Our man Denton!” Which, granted, was a pretty Pavlovian response from any newsie when Denton, News Editor at The New York Sun, was mentioned.

Kath just widened her eyes and raised her brows slightly, her expression clearly saying “And your point is…?”

Charlie huffed, leaning forward in the armchair. “Kath, do we have to spell it out for you? Denton loves you. He’s like the Batman to your Batgirl, more Cain than Gordon in this case though you’re more of a Babs than a Cass in general and that’s not just because of your hair…”

Kath raised an eyebrow.

“But I digress,” Charlie said sheepishly. “He’s taken you under his wing. He sent you the internship application in like, what, January? Like right after break? And hired you himself. He loved working with you on the big World protest freshman year and was the one who suggested you apply to The Sun for the summer after in the first place, and you did last summer once the Newsies accounts were solidly off the ground. This is your second summer there. In. A. Row. And you spent the fall in D.C. At frickin CNN. An internship that Denton also suggested you look into since he knew about it from contacts he had from his war correspondent days.”

Rolling her eyes, Katherine shook off David’s hands where they still gripped her arms. Judging by his expression he’d forgotten he’d still been holding on and she let a small smile slip out.

“Look,” Kath started, “I won’t deny that Denton has been helping me out and kinda mentoring me, but it doesn’t mean he’ll just magically give me a job after graduation. If they don’t need another reporter in his section he can’t hire me no matter how much he likes me or how good he might think I am.”

Jack and David exchanged a silent conversation in a single look over her head. Katherine sat back so she could glare at them both.

“Uh exactly?” Jack laughed. “You said it yourself, even if there’s not room in his section he’ll make sure you’re hired at The Sun somewhere until there is. Or he’ll help you get a job anywhere in New York.”

“Not that you need his help,” David added. He smirked at her, but it was quickly turning into that proud smile of his. The same one he gave Les any time his little brother showed up on campus to brag about an A on a test or someone else he’d talked into following the Newsies of New York accounts.

“Kath,” Sarah said, speaking for the first time in a while. She was shaking her head in fond exasperation. “Your resume could kick anyone’s resume’s ass: You’re the Editor-in-Chief for the school paper this year. You help run one of the most up-and-coming non-partisan political outreach groups in the Northeast. You’ve interned for two different sections at one of the city’s biggest papers. You helped cover the midterm elections for CNN. Your articles helped bring about a major change in policy for one of the biggest universities in New York, as a freshman. Like, these are the highlights and only cover the past three years.”

Katherine started laughing at that. A mildly deranged sound that started bubbling out of her throat before settling into something normal. All snorts and gasps as her friends joined her. It was ridiculous only because it was true. And she had flung it right back into her father’s face before making a grand exit.

“Well I’ve always been overdramatic in my rebellion,” she managed to gasp out between laughs.

That only made her friends laugh harder. Sarah snorted before saying “I know” and clearly flashing back to Katherine blasting alt-rock in their tiny dorm freshman year.

Katherine shook her head. “But the melodrama was definitely an inherited trait.”

“Well,” Jack said when the laughter started to quiet, “you definitely outdid him on this one. Points for that.”

“Honey,” Kath made her voice sickly sweet as she teased him, a sure sign that she was feeling more like herself. “Don’t you know this is like Whose Line Is It Anyway? The rules are made up and the points don’t matter.”

“But just like Whose Line there’s still a winner,” David added quickly. “It’s pretty clear tonight it’s you.”

Katherine beamed. With a living room – her living room – filled with the people she loved there was no doubt in Katherine’s mind that she had indeed won. Even though she wasn’t quite ready to verbalize it. Not tonight at least. After a night’s sleep she knew she’d be able to go back and face her father, head held high with the confidence that no matter what Joe said or did she was untouchable. That in a few years screaming matches and steel sharp words would dull into memories, all that would matter about tonight would be that she finally realized exactly how lucky she was.

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[Raspberry's Wonderland Express] Waifu Friday: Homura Akemi

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