My Ice Cream Is Just As Chaotic As Me XD! Thank You For The Tag Remy!

Considering it is Mermay and I've wanted to contribute since I was younger, I will honor my younger self and contribute to this year's Mermay! This is my OC Finn, he's a mershark.

This feels unreal to me considering a year ago I couldn't figure out where to start with drawing human like things, and now I'm here drawing an oc that I've had since I was in middle school. I'm just psyched that this turned out so well, and for a first try I'm very proud of myself. :]

I'm both surprised...and yet not at the same time. Quietly sulking that I didn't get Floyd

Well Lilia would be an interesting partner I think, I won't object :]

tagging: @underqualified-human @writingseaslugs and @twistedchatterboxed and anyone that wants to join in!

It has been a while so i decided to retake this quizz; so, now i intend to make that everyone else's problem too ^^

..Hm. Well, i guess the eels play a tug-o-war with me

@oepionie, @shinmon-c, @oheyfox, @cupids-chamber, @v-anrouge , @linawritestwst, @lyneira, @la-lolita @vtoriacore @azurevi, @fukashiin and all my moots

Mc: Idia, you like cats, right?

Idia: Yes?

Mc: You do realize they are one of the most judgemental animals on the planet right?

Idia: where are you going with this?

Mc: you don't like being judged by others, so why do you like cats.

Idia:.....

Idia: their cuteness far makes up for their judgemental stares

Azul: Ah idia! I have something to discuss with you-

Idia: *rolls a dice*

Azul: what...what are you-

Idia: I rolled for initiative, since I got a 1 I will not be talking with you today.

Azul: ....Idia every side on this dice is a 1

Idia: that's the point

I'm trying out digital art and-

Hes fine....maybe....

Rip my lovely little beta fish Barnaby Von Shroom

2020 approx. -2023

Your 'no thoughts behind eyes' stares will be missed.

Floyd: Time to do some sketchy sh*t, do dah, do dah~

*sees Azul*

Floyd: Hope I get away with it!~

Mc: so what did we learn

Collared Ace: Don't steal food from the fridge....

Mc: *nods*

Ace: But if you do, turn the tart around so Riddle doesn't see the slice taken out. That way he finds it later and has no idea who did it :>

Mc: no-

Yuu: *falls through the upper Ramshackle floor because it was rotting*

Ace: Hi Yuu!

Yuu: Hi Ace...that hurt

Messenger Arrows

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Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character: Rook Hunt

Headcannon: If someone was dating Rook, they would have to be on edge a lot because he has a habit of firing arrows at them, with either poems or small notes attached. It's a nice gesture, but it's a bit nerve-wracking to have an arrow whiz an inch away from your nose and stick into the wall. Thank the sevens he has good aim.

A/N: I apologize in advance my fancy letter writing isn't the best, but I tried. 😅

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*whizzzzzZZZZZZZZZ THUNK*

Ah yes, the usual afternoon arrow, perfectly on time, stuck in the wall, and of course only flew around two centimeters away from Ace's nose.

"GEEZUS!" He yelped, taking a step away from the arrow and holding a hand in front of his face defensively. "AGAIN!?"

"Ace this happens every single afternoon." You said, rolling your eyes as you went to dislodge the arrow from the wall. Ace did his own rolling of eyes right back, lowering his hand once confirming a second thin, scarily well aimed missile wasn't going to take his nose out permanently.

"I know, but why does he have to nick my nose everytime he does it!" He said exasperated, sending a glare towards the spot where Rook definitely was not residing. "It's as if he's doing it on purpose, WHICH HE PROBABLY IS!" The arrow came out of the wall after a good minute of tugging, impressing you and simultaneously scaring your friend further with the sheer amount of force the arrow must have been fired with. Tiny missile indeed.

As usual a pristine white envelope was tied to the arrow, its secrets sealed by red wax with a feather stamping. The envelope itself had been attached to the arrow with a purple ribbon, now fluttering loosely in the light breeze that blew into the hallway from the open windows. You flipped the envelope in your hands a few times, admiring the elegant cursive writing on the the front of it: For my little trickster.

"Oh my seven it's a letter not a forbidden scroll of curses just open the thing!" Ace grumbled, tapping his foot with the impatience of Leona himself. Cue eye roll part 2.

After perching thyself on the windowsill so the hallway wouldn't be blocked, you set the arrow to your side so you could return it to Rook when you...no when he 'coincidentally' ran into you again. Breaking the wax seal carefully you opened the letter, sliding the thin paper out while simultaneously ignoring the nosy first year trying to read the letter over your shoulder.

"Ace I swear to Tsunotaro I will sacrifice you to Riddle if you don't stop snooping." You hissed, shoving his face away with your free hand.

"It's not snooping, it's intel gathering-" He snapped his mouth shut once he noticed the serious look on your face. That morning he had accidentally turned a rose bush purple while trying to magic them to red. The blame had managed to be shifted to another unfortunate underclassman but you had witnessed the screw up before he could figure out how to 'fix' it. Turns out having blackmail is fairly effective in getting pesky first years to scooch three feet to the left.

With the angry Ace now standing far enough away to not be able to snoop, you turned your gaze down to read the letter in your hands:

My Darling Trickster,

Another sun has risen over the distant horizon, a new day had begun from it's appearance, bathing the land in it's radiant glow. And yet it fails to shine as brightly as you. How could it? Your beauty shines so brightly it puts the stars to shame! Let us enjoy this new day together until the moon slips into the sky and sends us to slumber once again. I will wait patiently for you in the thicket of roses, we shall make this day a good one.

Yours Truly, Rook Hunt

Well, it looks like you had a date that afternoon.

"It's the sappiness for me-"

Ace got slapped with the envelope.

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Okay, the message arrows were cool as an afternoon thing, not so much a 'wake-up-and-nearly-get-slammed-with-a-close-flying-arrow.' It was especially nerve wracking to see a wooden shaft around an inch away from the tip of your nose, still slightly trembling from its impact into the wooden walls of Ramshackle Dorm. It was as if the arrow had struck any hint of sleepiness you had, killing it in a single hit.Grim had been equally shocked by the sudden attack, having jumped from his perch on the bed and skittering away to protect his tuna stash. The traitor.

Carefully reaching upwards, you pulled the arrow out of the wall easily. Considering how worn down the walls were already it wasn't a shock it came out easier than from the stone walls of the school hallways. Once again the arrow held a white envelope, tied on with a yellow ribbon this time but still the same scenario as last afternoon.

Sitting upright in the bed you detached the letter from the arrow, putting the ribbon in the jar you had on the nightstand. It would be a waste not to save them, they were some high quality ribbons. The arrow meanwhile got unceremoniously shoved off the bed, clattering on the floor while you opened the envelope. The letter was shorter this time, probably out of courtesy since you had only just woken up.

Good morning Monsieur Trickster!

The birds have awoken and started their songs of the day, filling the air with colorful notes and melodies. It would be a shame for you to miss such a wonderful morning. I will await by your humble abode to escort you to the school building in an hour. We shall enjoy the blissful morning together!

Yours Truly, Rook Hunt

You felt your heart flutter a bit, the sweet words of the letter brushing away the initial shookithness of the way the message made its way into the building. You took a glance at the time before slipping out of bed, striding over to the wardrobe in order to start getting ready. While you loved your boyfriend dearly, you may have to have a talk with him about his method of delivering notes.

He could still do the arrows in the afternoon don't get it wrong, but maybe in the mornings he could find a less violent way to get the messages to you. You didn't want him to stop completely though. As startling as they were you had to admit, you had grown fond of his messenger arrows.