*happy Noises* Also Yes You May Call Me Felix Or Snappit :> (I'm Not At A Point Where I'm Putting My

I did it

HES DRAWN!!

There was a note on your locker.

And it wasn't even close to being hidden. It was dead smack in the middle of the door for the world to see. Clearly this person had the confidence of the seven themselves or they really didn't have anything to hide within the contents of said letter.

That being said, upon closer inspection, there was no name on it to indicate who sent it. There was nothing on the front of the envelope besides your name, which was elegantly scrawled across the middle of the blank space in dark purple ink. Despite the bold action of smacking it dead on the outside of the locker, there was still the fact that whoever it was didn't want you to know who sent it to you, at least not yet. Maybe it was a kind of scavenger hunt? Or maybe they weren't ready to tell you just yet, summoning courage behind closed doors and fake facades until they had enough saved up for a burst of adrenalized determination.

You peeled the letter off the locker, carefully sliding it into your bag to read later. The letter practically burned a hole in your thoughts as you walked to your next class. You wanted to discover the contents of the letter as soon as possible, but Crewel would have your hide if you were late to another one of his classes. The investigation would have to wait.

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You practically ran back to Ramshackle when classes were over, ignoring Ace’s question of whether he could possibly cheat off study with you in favor of starting your investigation sooner. Hurridly taking your shoes off at the door you slid into the dorm, making a beeline for your room and brushing past the disgruntled cat roommate. Once you reached said room you closed the door with your foot and threw your bag onto the bed, opening it to fish out the letter. If you were going to start your investigation, reading the contents would be the best start.

Breaking the seal on the envelope, the slip of paper was carefully pulled out and flipped open with a snap. It read:

Dear Prefect,

I will make it clear up front that this letter is not to be shown to anyone else. While I'm sure your curious as to who the sender of this letter is and want all the help you can get, I believe you will find the end result much more satisfying if solved by yourself. Think of it as a scavenger hunt of sorts. Please fight off the temptation to do so the best you can.

At the end of every two days a new letter will appear in your locker, each with a different clue or clues that should allow you to deduct who I am. The end result, should you solve the puzzle, will be one that I believe you will enjoy. I eagerly await your efforts.

-Anonymous

Well, that didn't help much, save for the fact the letter sounded suspiciously formal. Either this was truly how the sender wrote letters, or it was one heck of a ploy to throw you off. Regardless the letter was well crafted, the sender being clever enough to leave enough clues to get a start.

Hints:

-Elegant handwriting

-purple ink

-formal tone

Now came the harder part: narrowing down the suspects. There wasn't much to go off of, but perhaps waiting for the next letter would provide better points in the right direction.

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Feel free to leave your ideas on who it could be in the comments or in reblogs :>

Why you don't climb flagpoles

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Word count: 1158

Warnings: None

Genre: Crack

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character: Ace Trappola

Headcannon: If there was a flagpole on campus, he has definitely climbed it to prove a point or because of a dare, or both. They had to get Trey to get him down because he got stuck halfway up the pole and swore that he didn’t need help. They finally went to get the third year because Ace got hella tangled in the cord and finally admitted defeat.

A/N: I struggled with the ending, but I think it came out okay :>

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“Ace get down you can’t do it.”

“YOUR JUST JEALOUSSSS!”

“DON’T MAKE ME CALL TREY!”

That exact sentence was what made you stop in your tracks. Normally when you heard the sounds of certain first years causing questionable trouble you would check to make sure they weren’t going to die before moving on with your day. However, the threat of calling an upperclassman told you this wasn’t a scheme to steal Riddles tarts under his nose and inevitably get caught. In short, nothing that would be easy to explain or easy to resolve.

With a sigh, you turned your steps towards the back-and-forth bickering that came from the general direction of the sports field, Grim following close on your heels and complaining about the detour that definitely didn’t lead to him getting his tuna faster. Thank the seven school was done for the day, as the chances of you coming to the rescue of your friends lessened whenever the time limits of classes loomed over your heads. But you also had to wonder if there was even a day that could go by before one of two potential troublemakers landed themselves in questionable positions.

You weren’t exactly sure what you were expecting when the duo came into view, maybe Ace had climbed a tree too high and got stuck, but it definitely wasn’t the sight of said redhead doing an ungraceful shimmy up the school’s flagpole. To your further astonishment, Deuce was standing at the bottom of the pole, his active attempts to follow his friend being stopped by Cater who was also filming the whole thing.

“What in the seven are you doing?” You shouted, catching the attention of the present Heartslabyul students as you approached. Deuce turned his head to face you, stopping his scrabbling attempts to attach himself to the pole.

“Ace is going to get himself killed.” He said, pointing upwards towards the ever-higher climbing first year.

“Deuce bet me twenty thaumarks that I couldn’t climb to the top of the flagpole!” Ace retorted from his perch, sticking his tongue out at his friend before continuing his ascent. Cue the sweatdrop on Deuce when he saw the look of what-the-hell on your face.

“In my defense, I didn’t think he’d actually do it.”

“When has Ace not taken dares seriously,” Grim said, crossing his paws and glaring at the first year. You had to hold back on stating that the cat monster was no better than he was, putting a hand over your face to stop him from cluing in on your eye roll.

“Cater let me go he’s gonna get himself hurt if someone doesn’t go after him!” Deuce struggled against the hold Cater had on the collar of his uniform to no avail.

“Sorry Deuce! We can’t have two underclassmen risking broken limbs at the same time.” Cater said, throwing a smile toward his classmate. “Riddle would have my head if I didn’t stop at least one of you.”

“So why are there no attempts being made to stop Ace from getting any higher than he is?” You questioned, watching as he slipped a foot down the pole before regaining his grip.

“I mean, it would be kinda pointless not to let him at least try to get to the top at this point tbh. Plus, this is good content for Magicam!” Cue the frustrated prefect glare. “Also the fact that because he’s so high up it would be hard to get him down without accidentally knocking him off.” He added quickly. That statement brought back the remembrance of the attempts to get Grim out of the chandelier the first day school started. In hindsight launching Ace at the chandelier wasn’t the best idea that was ever conceived, but in Deuce’s defense, it did effectively get the cat and the first year down in record time.

“YOU BETTER GET MY MONEY READY JUICE!” Came another shout from above.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!”

“You know what, I’ll call Trey if you don’t climb back down here!” You shouted up at him.

“Oh? What's that? Is that, an unbeliever I hear?”

“ACEEEEE!” No actually, it was the sound of an angry house warden who just discovered one of his underclassmen was doing something he probably shouldn’t be. Said house warden was now stomping across the sports field in his dorm uniform with a scarily murderous aura about him. “GET OFF THE POLE BEFORE I COLLAR YOU FOR NEXT MONTH!” He screamed, still a ways off but just as terrifying as he was up close. Of course, the sudden appearance of the house warden only egged Ace to get to the top of the pole faster, wrapping one of his legs into the halyard rope (The rope that lowers and raises a flag that I totally didn’t look up) in an attempt to shove himself up the last stretch of the pole. What he failed to account for was that his previous commentary had angered Deuce so much that he managed to wiggle out of the third-year's grip to run over and kick the bottom of the pole as hard as he could.

Yeah, he may have lost his grip on the pole. Ace screeched in fear as he flipped backward, watching the world turn upside down and get startlingly closer only for it suddenly stop and have the back of his head smack the pole, hard. His leg was now thoroughly tangled in the rope from his unplanned and sudden descent and he was now hanging precariously upside down. The frustrating part now was that he didn’t have a good way to get himself off the pole.

“Okay Ace, just stay there we’ll get someone to get you down,” Cater yelled from the ground, shoving his phone in his pocket to free his other hand.

“WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GO? DOWN?!” Ace shouted, gesturing wildly with his hands at the ever-so-looming ground. Who knew grass could look so terrifying? In the end, Trey was in fact called to come to calm down Riddle while you, Cater, and Deuce worked together to get the helpless first year off the pole safely. He did end up getting collared for a solid week, Riddle only relenting when it was brought up that Ace still needed his magic for classes. Now it was just a matter of time before Ace tries to climb it again, one day finally fulfilling his duty of getting to the top of the pole at least once in his school years.

Mc: No, Malleus keeps coming over at night, he doesn't do anything he just stares most of the time.

Ace: And your sure he's not a stalker.

Mc: Well if he is he isn't as bad as Rook is.

Ace: Fair but....

Mc: hold on-

Mc: SEBEK GET OUT OF THE BUSHES!

Sebek: *jumping out of bush* YOU SHALL NOT SLANDER WAKA-SAMA'S NAME!

*Floyd after being forced to do his shift in the Monstro Lounge*

Floyd: I AM THE VICTIM OF A HATE CRIME!!!

Azul: That's not what a hate crime is Floyd.

Floyd:.....

Floyd: well I hated it

No no Lance, it was a good idea but lacking in planning. What you need to do is tape the can to the blades of the ceiling fan, tape them so they spray on their own, then turn the fan on. That would be the most efficient.

Keith: Lance, who is a grown man who saved the 🌍, just whispered, “Oh, this is going to be so fucking efficient,” before spraying Febreze directly into the ceiling fan and proceeding to cough his guts out when it blew back in his face.

Stories I'm writing but I'm not done with yet

I have quite a few fanfic I'm working on, but they've kinda been halted because I'm working on a big piece for a large twisted wonderland writing event, which I'm very excited cause the person hosting it is someone I really love the content of. So I figured I would post a list of the stories I've been working on so you know what to look forward to in the the future when I finish the bigger piece and start working on the smaller writing pieces again.

The Fated Demise of a Yellow Stick of Destiny- Floyd

The Mushroom Journals- Jade

Hide and Snooze- Leona

Broken Pen Shenanigans- Azul

Unnamed- Ace

Cauldron Concussions -Deuce

Head...hornstands?-Malleus

Unnamed- Sebek

Phantom of the Stamps- Floyd

The bigger writing price in question will be released on the 28th(Hopefully) so I'm going to be devoting all writing time to that for now. It will be worth it I promise, then I'll get to finishing some of these. Have fun trying to guess the headcannons these are based on XD

Sure bud, why not.

*unhinged happy noises*

How would you react? (reblog and tell me for part 2 >:3)

Mc: You know, sometimes you can't talk everyone through their feelings....

*swings baseball bat over head*

Mc: and that's okay.

*recent overblot feeling a sense of dread*