Ehem. Let's Do This Again.

I'M IN FUCKING TEARS

DALT WISNEY

crowleys password was "password"

Mc would be so tired of their shit and be like, "you know what? Death doesn't sound too bad right now."

Twisted wonderland Incorrect Quotes

Jade: I'd like to note that, I accidentally added poison instead of some ingredient on the meal and forgot which plate

Floyd: THE FUCK?!

Azul: YOU WHAT?! ACCIDENTALLY-?!

Mc, sipping a drink: With the way this shits been going? I hope it's mine.

Some twin you are 💀

Hi I have a request for an sagou Au

This will be a imposter Au but ok ok here's the twist the Devine that the find first is Your twin and now they think your pretend to them so the reader is trying to go to their twin with out being executed

-☕️

Divine Twin

Note: I didn’t follow your prompt perfectly, just because the train of thought I had diverted very quickly. Heh, sorry (>_<;)

CW: Swearing, reader gets hurt

Nothing makes sense right now.

There’s no ”creator” in the game.

The only other person that looks like you is your twin.

Who you haven’t seen in weeks!

That’s why you were digging through their stuff in the first place. You usually wouldn’t go looking through their stuff but this was an emergency situation.

Where did they go?!

And then suddenly you’re on the ground in the grass and not their bedroom. Your senses overwhelmed by your new surroundings.

The way you’re so enraptured and in awe of the water and cliffs and statue of Morax is quickly interrupted by what sounds like a whoosh and then burning. Someone has teleported behind you.

You’re yanked off the ground and hauled to your feet, the voice of your closest adeptus friend– (at least that’s what you liked to imagine)– speaking darkly.

“How dare you. You think you can deceive me? Your attempt to copy my creator’s face has only earned you my hatred.” He summons his mask and spear, “you will have no mercy from me.” He thrusts forward, and you flinch back.

“Wait!”

The tip barely pokes through your shirt.

“Who dares protect this disgusting imposter?”

“Great adepti,” the tengu general runs up to you two, “I am not trying to protect them. I simply have a suggestion that may please our creator more than a lifeless corpse.”

You’re tense in Xiao’s grasp. You consider struggling, but your limbs betray you. You don’t even dare to breathe.

“We are both making our way to Stormterror’s Lair to see our great creator, right? Why not take this imposter prisoner and see that they feel the full gravitus of their crimes? We should see that they suffer under their own guilt and disgust for copying our creator’s face.”

You’re mortified by her words. You don’t want to hear any more. You don’t think beyond that as you start running, yanking yourself out of Xiao’s grip and running down the small slope. You should have known that it would be futile. Against an adeptus or tengu alone, winning would be impossible. Your odds are only made worse when a thin blue string suddenly wraps around you and Yelan suddenly appears before your eyes.

“Oh no you don’t.”

“Hmph.” Xiao looks at you in scorn. If looks could kill you’d be dead three times over under the gaze of these beloved characters.

You’re not sure you want to meet this “creator.” If they’ve ordered all the main characters to execute people based on looks alone, you’d hate to see what they do themselves. Then again… if they look like you, they could be your twin. But your twin isn’t that cruel. They can be a massive idiot and way too resentful at times but not murderous.

Then again… it only makes sense that you get the shitty side of this fate and your sibling gets the wonderful role of playing god. You swear that’s how it always happens. You always get the short end of the stick.

You squirm in your bindings and wince when they automatically tighten around you, digging into your skin.

“Stop resisting,” Sara is stern as always, “we should take them to the creator. It only makes sense for them to give divine punishment to such deceitful beings.”

“No. We shouldn’t bother them with such lowly scum.”

“...what if the creator gives them mercy?”

The two generals turn towards the spy.

“We should take this one to the creator. That way they can let everyone know what their decision is. If we execute this person now, when the creator would have spared them, then we’ll be the monsters.”

“But–”

“Xiao. I know. I don’t want this bastard to get away with this either. It’s revolting that anyone would have the audacity to try and mimic our supreme god, but this is the best decision. If we are punished for wasting the creator’s time, I will take full responsibility. Now come on. I don’t want to wait to see them any longer.”

Yelan tugs on the line, and you start walking behind her, fearing what might happen if you don’t comply.

Xiao holds his tongue and follows. He could easily teleport and make his way to Stormterror’s Lair, the creator’s chosen home, easily. But he wants to keep an eye on you, even if looking at you makes him angry.

Sara walks alongside Yelan, they briefly exchange greetings and introductions before going silent. All three of you travel in silence until you make it to the intersection where you can see Dawn Winery down the way, where you run into some of the Knights of Favonius.

Amber looks shocked to you, and Lisa’s vision starts to glow. Kaeya doesn’t even pass a witty quip. He and Diluc share the same serious, angry expressions.

You really have attracted everyone’s ire.

You look away from them. You wish you could disappear. You just wanted to find your twin. Now you’re walking towards your own execution at the hands of those you imagined to be your friends.

You try to speak to them, try to say something in your defense, but Kaeya shuts you up with a simple threat.

“Open your mouth again, and I’ll freeze your tongue all the way down to your stomach.”

You look down at your feet. You want to cry.

The journey to Stormterror’s Lair is long. You’re not used to walking for so many hours. You trip and stumble a lot more as time goes on. Diluc scoffs at your lack of coordination. He probably believes you’re doing this on purpose, trying to slow them down to prevent your ultimate demise.

Things aren’t perfectly silent anymore thanks to Lisa, who casually talks to the others. You can’t help but feel at ease by their voices. You loved listening to their voice lines, sometimes their battle lines got tiring but hearing them talk as real people is oddly thrilling and makes you happy. It’s especially comforting to feel the tension ease after being put under the heat of their stares.

You trip and fully fall over as you reach the entrance to the ruins of the city. You struggle to get back up with your arms pinned behind. Diluc seems to have had enough with you as he hulas you up, but instead of setting you on your feet, he throws you over his shoulder.

“C’mon. We’ve been delayed long enough. We should cover ground faster this way.”

You assume the others nod, because you hear nothing before you feel a sudden lurch and then wind blowing past you as your carrier starts running.

They make their way into the city quickly. You feel dizzy as you’re jostled around.

They make their way into the central tower, and you’re dropped on the cobblestone.

You look up to see that the tower has changed greatly. It’s no longer in ruins. It looks like a real palace. Banners hang against the columns, a hanging chandelier, and a large circular rug at the center. Most important of all are the archons standing next to the giant dragon who is laying on the rug. D’valin almost looks like a house pet, curled up on the rug.

You marvel at the sight. Zhongli, Ei, Venti, Nahida, even the Tsaritsa. She’s even more beautiful than you imagined.

As you follow along the dragon’s body you realize that there’s someone tucked under his wing, reading a book. That someone… They look just like you.

So the acolytes weren’t lying. Their great and marvelous creator is practically an exact replica of you. Except they have slightly different cheekbones, and their nose isn’t the same shape. This is definitely your twin.

You cry out their name and are instantly hit with a blast of ice.

“Who dares speak the creator’s name?” Zhongli’s rich, deep voice echoes through the tower.

You can feel the hairs on your neck stand up as electricity crackles in the air, which becomes restless as the winds pick up.

“We bring an imposter before you—,” Sara begins.

“Why do you waste the time of our great creator with such scum?” Even though she’s insulting you, you can’t help but be enchanted by the Tsaritsa’s voice.

“That’s what I said,” Xiao mutters.

“I deeply apologize if I have made a mistake, but I felt the need to bring them before the creator to ensure that the correct decision was made. I have heard the many stories of the creator being merciful to their enemies. I have also heard the many recallings of their strength and power. I did not think it appropriate of me to make such a decision on their behalf. Once I know their decree, I will never bother them with such a trivial matter again.”

You can’t help but feel amused and annoyed by all of this formality and praisal towards your twin. They certainly don’t deserve to be treated like a god when the last interaction you had with them was them bullying you about how you built your team and characters. You want to tell these poor people about all the times your sibling was a massive asshole to you. Tell them that they might as well be buying snake oil from them if they truly believe them to be their creator. Neither of you had anything to do with the creation of Genshin. They’ve got the wrong people.

Then again… if you mentioned that, you both might be executed.

You sigh, forgetting you’re being heavily scrutinized and thus are kicked in the stomach.

“How dare you act disappointed in the midst of our highest god.” It seems Xiao is finally getting his chance to take his anger out on you.

Why? Why aren’t they doing anything? Why aren’t they saying anything? Don’t they care that you’re being beaten up by these people?

You’re hauled by your biceps only to be dropped once again, but this time only a few feet from the archons.

The bindings dissipate.

You force yourself onto your hands and knees. You look up and see them all looking down on you. A deep, soul shaking shudder goes through you. Your twin looks distressed, but they say nothing.

Then…

I’m sorry

They mouth.

The Raider Shogun’s cold voice reaches your ears, “Let it be known that all imposters will be executed on sight.”

Vines climb up through the cobble and wrap around your arms and legs. You’re stuck in the position on your hands and knees. The stone quakes beneath you, and the temperature in the room drops. You feel the air start being sucked out of your lungs, the water in your body is painfully forced out of your pores, and your insides heat up. You aren’t even conscious by the time the Musou No Hitotachi comes down on you, ensuring that you don’t awaken from the darkness.

A tear rolls down your twin’s cheek. They can’t bear to watch you be executed.

Again.

But it’s the greatest mercy they can grant you.

At least you get to wake up.

At least you get to go back home.

Unlike them.

They’re trapped in this game.

Chained to a throne.

You always come back.

But they’re determined to make sure you don’t get trapped like them.

They hope one day they’ll be able to make it back out to you.

They at least want to share one more birthday with you.

One happy memory to help them endure every time they have to watch you be murdered by their…

friends.

Unusual words with beautiful meanings

Peregrinate (verb) To travel or wander around from place to place.

Serendipity (noun) Finding something good without looking for it.

Nemophilist (noun) One who is fond of forest; A haunter of the woods.

Eudaimonia (noun) The contented happy state you feel when you travel.

Eleutheromania (noun) The intense desire for freedom.

Hireath (noun) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was.

Idyllic (adj.) Like an idyll; extremely happy, peaceful, or picturesque. 

Clinomania (noun) Excessive desire to stay in bed. 

Seatherny (noun) the serenity one feels when listening to the chirping birds.

Eunoia (noun) beautiful thinking a balanced mind.

HOW DARE YOU!? I'M SOBBING RIGHT NOW. WITH REAL TEARS!

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

Things I find attractive about a person

When they laugh spontaneously

Kindness

Decisiveness

Empathy

Taking time to listen to others attentively

Empowering and lifting others up

Believing in themselves and others

Embracing their uniqueness

Giving without expecting anything in return

Showing support and care

Sharing positivism and optimism

Acceptance and maturity

Not being afraid of saying I love you

fighting for love and passion

Expressing feelings through words, actions or passions

Openness to new experiences

Valuating what’s important

Working hard and not quieting when things get hard

[ 𝟑:𝟐𝟕 𝐀𝐌 ] 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

geto supposes this is a bit odd—he doesn’t usually race to apartments and knock on doors incessantly at three am, he doesn’t usually show up in a wrinkled t-shirt and mismatched socks, and he doesn’t usually have his hair in a low bun that’s threatening to fall out any second.

but then again, he’s not usually staying up late at night and thinking about how the dude you called cute in your philosophy class is planning to ask you out tomorrow.

“suguru, what are you—”

“i love you,” he interrupts, a rushed and panted out statement, making your eyes widen. you stare at him, blinking as the light from the hallway stings your sleep hazed eyes.

“what are you—”

“i really fucking love you, and i think you should date me.”

and he does. geto suguru has been in love with you since the day you move next door to his childhood home. he’s been in love with you since the day you step foot on his lawn and tell him he needs a haircut. he’s been in love with you since the moment you worm your way into his life and bring your unwarranted opinions and know-it-all attitude, and he thinks that he’s the only one who deserves to love you at all.

the guy from philosophy (whatever his name is) doesn’t deserve your playful banter and witty remarks. he doesn’t deserve your random fun facts and ceaseless rambles. he doesn’t deserve your late night texts and whispered facetimes, and he doesn’t deserve you. not like geto does, at least, and geto suguru is not letting a mere schoolgirl crush come in the way of his carefully nurtured love.

“suguru, it’s three am,” you say in disbelief, rubbing the sleep from out of your eyes as you decide to acknowledge his (rather bold) statement after your brain starts functioning.

“that’s okay. i still love you at three am,” he shrugs, pouting to himself. he eyes your appearance, tries not to stare too hard at the way your shirt is a little low at the neckline, tries to avoid glancing at the plumpness of your lips for too long as you process his words with a soft frown.

“oh, really? you should know i’m rather grouchy when i’m sleepy,” you warn him, and then he cracks a smile—because that’s all he needs to hear to know you feel the same.

and he supposes it’s not hard to figure out that you do. it’s not hard to see that there’s love in the way you flick his forehead and tell him to piss off, or the way you curse him out as he steals your food with a scowl, or even the way you promptly leave him on read after every petty argument you have over text.

because there’s fondness in the way you fight back a smile as you roll your eyes, and there’s fondness in the way you slightly push your plate closer begrudgingly, and there’s fondness in the way you text him first the next day and ask if he’s ready to admit he’s wrong because you miss him.

and it’s an odd mix, the two of you, but your sun soaked fingertips against his moonlit skin feels as right as the sound of his name dancing off your lips, and he thinks you were made for him in every regard. so if he has to stand before you at three am and risk your wrath for waking you up, then he’ll gladly do that—so long as no asshole from philosophy is scoring a date with you tomorrow after class.

“yeah, i know,” he snorts, “you’re kind of grouchy all the time,” he adds, hand outstretched and carefully pressing against the curve of your cheek. you lean into his palm, let the roughness of his skin soothe over the longing in your heart.

“and you still want to date me?” you raise a brow.

“of course,” he says instantly, “so say you want to date me too. or i’ll resort to plan b.”

“what’s plan b?”

“killing the dude from philosophy that wants to ask you out,” he hums, “and everyone else that follows until i’m the only choice left.”

“i guess i have to say yes to avoid a lot of bloodshed then, don’t i?” you ask playfully.

but then your fingers smooth back loose strands of dark hair behind his ear, and your hand rests behind his head and pulls him closer—and he thinks maybe you’d have been inclined to say yes either way.

“oh definitely,” he grins, youth brimming over his features as your lips brush over his and seal the deal. and geto suguru has been in love with you since the day you move in next to his home, and he thinks he’ll love you just as much the day you move in next to his spot in bed too, arms circling around his waist and lips mapping his skin.

“in that case, lucky for them, i love you too.”

this is painfully cheesy but i want a soft childhood friends to lovers / boy next door trope with suguru so bad SOBS

Twisted wonderland Incorrect Quotes

Jack, giving Mc a pep talk: Things are going to be difficult but you-

Ace: are going to be difficulter.

Epel, hyping them up: That's the spirit! Be a problem to your problem! Mark your territory!

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

Really love how this generation turned the tables and created this situation where instead of people being scared of cryptids, the cryptids are dead terrified of horny humans.

"You foolish human, I'm going to eat you!"

"Alright, I'm down for it, eat me monster daddy"

"What the fuck"