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𑁯 𓂂 ace trappola from the hit game twisted wonderland ! ^_^ as for my sharing status im still not sure since i dont really engage with the twst fandom . ace doubles are free to int !
Not a selfshipper but just curious, how do nonsharing people feel about others calling their f/o sexy or hot or complimenting their looks? Is that a positive or negative experience at all?
𑁯 𓂂 depends on the person really ! i was once a non-sharer and it made me quite uncomfortable seeing people call my f/o ( at the time ) hot and stuff ,, though thats just a personal experience ! a lot of non-sharers pour a lot more passion , feelings & love into their f/o so it might make them uncomfortable !
A – Affection (How affectionate is he?):
Playful and teasing. Ace won't do big, dramatic romantic gestures, but he constantly wants to be close. Expect him to lean his elbow on your head or casually hook his chin over your shoulder.
B – Best friend (What is he like as a best friend?):
The fun type who is always up for trouble. He will mock you when you trip, but he will also immediately buy you your favorite ice cream to make up for it and listen to your rants.
C – Cuddle (How do they cuddle?):
Lazy and tangled. He likes lying on his back with you resting your head on his chest while he plays with your fingers or mindlessly traces patterns on your arm.
D – Domestic (Do they want to settle down?):
The thought makes him smirk, but he secretly likes it. He wants a bright, modern apartment with a giant TV, a gaming setup, and you sitting right next to him on a massive couch.
E – Ending (If they had to break up):
He will act like he doesn't care. Ace will shrug, say "your loss," and go hang out with friends, but he will secretly stare at his phone for hours waiting for a text that never comes.
F – Fiance (What are they like as a spouse?):
A total partner-in-crime. Life with him will never be boring. He will turn grocery shopping into a competitive game and keep you laughing every single day.
G – Gentle (Are they gentle?):
He hides it behind sarcasm. If you are crying, he will roll his eyes and call you a crybaby, but his hands will be incredibly soft as he uses his thumb to wipe away your tears.
H – Hugs (How do they hug?):
Relaxed but firm. He likes pulling you flush against him by your waist, often swaying back and forth slightly while complaining about how short or small you are.
I – "I love you" (Who says it first?):
He will say it first, but completely casually to see your reaction. He will slip it into a normal sentence, like, "Hey, can you grab me that soda? Thanks, love ya."
J – Jealousy (Do they get jealous?):
Very possessive. Ace gets annoyed easily if someone else gets your attention. He will walk up, loudly complain that you are ignoring him, and drag you away to go do something else.
K – Kisses (What are their kisses like?):
Smug and frequent. He loves giving you sudden, surprise kisses right on the lips just to watch you blush. He thrives on flustering you.
L – Little things (Small gestures they do):
He leaves his favorite red Heartslabyul hoodies around your room on purpose so you have no choice but to wear them and smell like him.
M – Morning (What are mornings like?):
A massive struggle. Ace hates waking up early. He will groan, pull you tightly into his chest like a teddy bear, and use his weight to pin you to the bed so you can't leave either.
N – Night (What are nights like?):
Gaming and snacks. He loves playing video games late into the night, leaning against you for good luck, and making you feed him chips while his hands are on the controller.
O – Open (How long to open up?):
Surprisingly fast for casual things, but slow for deep insecurities. He hates looking weak or uncool, so it takes time for him to admit when he is stressed or jealous.
P – Patience (How patient are they?):
Not very patient in general, but he makes an exception for you. If you are taking forever to get ready, he will complain loudly but will still sit on your floor and wait for you.
Q – Quizzical (What confuses them about you?):
Your ability to forgive him so easily when he behaves like a brat. Your unconditional kindness genuinely stumps his cynical worldview sometimes.
R – Remember (What do they remember?):
All your petty dislikes. If you hate a certain food or a specific chore, he will remember it forever just so he can tease you about it later.
S – Security (Are they protective?):
Quick-witted and sharp. He won't just blindly rush into danger; he will use his wind magic and clever schemes to trick your opponents and get you safely out of harm's way.
T – Try (How hard do they try?):
He pretends everything comes naturally to him, but he secretly practices magic tricks or looks up good date spots on his phone when you aren't looking so he can impress you.
U – Ugly (Any bad habits?):
He has a sharp tongue and can be incredibly blunt or insensitive when he is in a bad mood, meaning he sometimes speaks before he thinks.
V – Vanity (Do they care about looks?):
He cares a lot about looking stylish and cool. He loves it when you compliment his hair or tell him that a specific outfit looks good on him.
W – Whole (Do they feel complete with you?):
Yes. With you, he doesn't have to compete with his older brother or try to be the coolest guy in the room. He can just relax and be his authentic self.
X – Xtra (A random headcanon):
He is a master at card tricks and loves using them to flirt with you. He will make your favorite card "magically" appear right behind your ear.
Y – Yuck (What do they hate?):
Being bored, dealing with Riddle's endless rules, and seeing you sad or ignoring his messages.
Z – Zzz (Sleeping habits):
He is a messy sleeper who hogs the blankets. He will take up the entire bed until he realizes you are there, at which point he will pull you in and rest his leg over yours.
hi sorry ik this isn't rlly a blog for this but idk who to ask, i think i may be a yumeshipper but im not sure....
most likely a jax, ribbit, and/or pomni (TADC) yumeshipperrrrrrrrrrr
anyone can be a yumeshipper of any character ! yumeshipping is literally just the act of shipping your oc , sona , self insert etc with a canon character !!! if you're interested in doing any of these things then youre a yume/selfshipper :)
꩜ . if your f/o were a mythological creature such as a vampire , banshee , mermaid , werewolf etc what creature would they be & why ? they can a creature from their own cultures mythology or from yours !! also what creature from mythology would YOU / your yumesona be ?
𓎟𓎟 imagine you being your f/os f/o ♡ . they have shrines of you , plushies they sleep with , roleplay accounts of you , they give kudos & reblog every fic of you they can find , they can't stop thinking about you , wishing you were real , wishing you were here with them (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ ) . maybe they excitedly talk to their friends & family about you , or maybe they're more closed off and keep to themselves but either way you're the person thats on their mind 24/7 . they're not shy or embarassed to pour their time , care & dedication into loving you . you motivate them to get up in the morning , to do things they're not that fond of . they are simply smitten & couldn't imagine their life with you in it !
When I saw this imagine I just HAD to draw it 😭 the posters he has of me on the wall are actually pieces of art I drew of my persona (and my fursona on the bottom left)!
Summary/content: Qifrey brought home another apprentice, and while Olruggio is a bit crossed, he keeps the door open for you to come inside. You, Qifrey's new student, find your new family and learn more about magic. But this is just a snippet of what that life looks like. No pronouns used for reader. No use of y/n or any other variation. Reader is around the same age as the other Qiflings (10-12). Reader is described as anxious in the beginning, but opens up more later!
Very much prompted by external forces, but not actually requested. @yumee-topia , I hope you like it :) This is just a quick drabble I did. Not super proud of it, but I'm also not used to writing the reader as a kid, so absolutely any constructive criticism is welcomed!
And this is being posted later than originally anticipated. I had plans that I honestly forgot about on the 2nd, lmao, and midway through writing the second part I started scrolling through tags on here.
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How did you get here?
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“Qifrey…” Olruggio speaks. Quiet, exhausted, and harsh. He looks to the man in front of him, expecting some kind of genuine answer to come out of him. A defence for his case.
All Olruggio gets in response is a gentle smile, and a slight tilt of Qifrey’s head as he stays looking at the man in front of him.
Olruggio's eyes drift from Qifrey’s own down to where you latch on to him. You hid yourself under Qifrey’s cloak and your hands grip onto his waist from behind. You were an anxious one.
You make eye contact with Olruggio, shrinking back further into Qifrey for a moment.
“Hello, mister,” you mutter, keeping your eyes on Olruggio, but they strayed from and avoided looking at his face again. Never looking above his chest.
Olruggio sighs. “Just call me Olruggio,” his voice still came out tired, but less annoyed.
Annoyed, not at you, but at a fifth apprentice that Qifrey has brought back with him to the atelier. Perhaps this is just something he has to get used to; Qifrey bringing to the atelier apprentices like a wife or child bringing home a stray cat. There’s more contrast than compare.
Olruggio’s eyes flicker between you and Qifrey for only a moment longer before stepping aside, letting you two cross the threshold past him.
Qifrey thanks his friend, and begins to guide you to your temporary room. It was only a guest room, but it was getting late. Surely he would figure out a better arrangement for your sleeping and studying quarters come morning.
When Qifrey steps back into the heart of the atelier, Olruggio has his back against the empty fireplace, clearly waiting for his return.
“Another apprentice, Qifrey? Why?”
Qifrey looks to Olruggio as he asks his question. He smiles before saying, “I really do believe there is always room for another,” he walks closer, sitting in front of Olruggio, “and perhaps I wished to survey their wonder and expand it in the right places.”
~
One month under his wing-
~
“Master Qifrey,” you speak, peeking around the arch that forms between the kitchen and dining room.
Once you spot him over the stove, you stand to your full height, revealing the rest of your body from behind the wall.
Qifrey turns to face you, “Yes, what is it?” His brow arches lightly as you look up to him. He sets the kettle down, already having poured the hot water in his cup to make himself tea. “Do you need help with anything?” His voice remains gentle as always.
He always seemed a bit brotherly, or even fatherly, despite the basic relation of master and apprentice.
“Actually, I've been having a bit of trouble with my line work lately,” you grumble, gripping the white fabric that rests just above your stomach. You look down at the points of your shoes, unable to find the emotion you feel in yourself about your inability to draw a proper spell.
You then look back up to Qifrey. “I have asked for advice or help from the others, but none of it really seems to work for me. I even tried to ask help from Mister Olruggio, but—um,” your shoulders stiffen up a bit at the memory of Olruggio glaring at you as if he were a dead man revived before you could even utter out a single letter of a word to him.
Qifrey hums, laughing a bit at the last bit you speak, “I see. He can get a bit carried away in his work, leading him to be—well, tired,” he says the last word as if it alone would explain his friend’s habit.
Focusing back on the subject, he calls out your name, asking to see your hands as he holds out his own.
When you place your dominant hand into one his own, palm facing up, he crouches down to your level. Soon he starts poking at the palmer of your hand, then moves to feel and lightly rub your fingers.
After just a short moment, Qifrey hums before standing back up and asking, “Do you think it may have something to do with your pen?”
You look at him, and back to your hand. “I haven’t really thought about that being why.” You thought for a moment, “Though, Coco did ask a similar question. She also said she has a bit of trouble with her lines, too,” you bring your other hand to join the other, pushing your thumb into the middle of the other’s palm.
Qifrey only pats your head, putting your main focus back on to him, before he suggests, “Why don’t you sit on it for a little while longer?”
“Okay,” you nod.
“And,” Qifrey bends down, putting his other hand on his knee, “if it really is because of your pen, we can pay a visit to Kalhn and get you a new one. Easy fix,” he smiles down at you, closing his eyes.
You nod again, the action a bit more pronounced. You mirror his smile too, “Okay,” you say again.
“Now be on your way,” Qifrey walks back to the counter he left his tea cup on before looking back at you, over his shoulder. “It’s time you continue studying your spells,” he dismisses you from the kitchen. “Remember to know your limit,” Qifrey adds as you step back out into the dining area.
“Right, of course,” you fully turn away from him, making your way back to your workspace.
~
Turns out you had a minor case of a writer’s cramp from overworking yourself just a little too much. That, of course, got you a bit of a scolding from Master Qifrey when you two figured it out from your hand freezing up when he asked you to demonstrate a basic spell.
You two ended up paying a visit to Kalhn for a new pen anyway, though this one would be for more temporary and more limited use. Mr. Nolnoa did not have any pens made specifically for a writer’s cramp or anything “special” like that, but he was able to round out the tip of one just a bit for this case.
Master Qifrey had taken the newly customized pen out of your reach and put into his own bag when Mr. Nolnoa finally came back out with it in hand.
When you finally got the pen into your own hands, you tested it out immediately on the first thing of blank parchment you found back at the atelier. It definitely did glide across the paper easier than your former pen, and because of that, it required less pressure from your wrist. You still found that you preferred your original pen anyway, but you were still thankful for the kind of gift.
Qifrey does not have any need to worry further about you using your original pen, or even practicing too much, when you are getting over your cramp. He already had a conversation with the other apprentices about your small period of required recovery. Estimated by himself.
Richeh and Tetia, whom you share a workspace with, will remind you… Quite a bit. They worry about you, too, just as much as your master. Nobody in the atelier wants it to be a bigger case than what it already was, and not knowing your habits very well— well, they just wanted to be sure you were taking care of yourself as well.
Coco and Agott in this same case both stress that you shouldn’t overwork yourself for something that naturally takes time to get better at.
Qifrey agrees with it all, even mentioning at dinner, “It’s a good thing it was only a minor case.”
That you agreed with.
You agreed with all of them, and told them to not stress about your own predicament.
Qifrey very often sees that passion you share about magic with Coco’s own. He even has the fondest smile when he sees you two talking amongst yourselves about the topic.
THIS IS SO STINKIN CUTE UGGHH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THATS MAMA FOR REAL !!!! THE QIFLINGS BEING STRAY CATS I LOVE THAT HOLY SHIT 😭😭😭😭 THANK YOU THANK YOU THABK YOUUUUUUU THANJ YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK AAAHHHHHHHHHH THAT'S PAPA FOR REAL 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
Summary/content: Qifrey brought home another apprentice, and while Olruggio is a bit crossed, he keeps the door open for you to come inside. You, Qifrey's new student, find your new family and learn more about magic. But this is just a snippet of what that life looks like. No pronouns used for reader. No use of y/n or any other variation. Reader is around the same age as the other Qiflings (10-12). Reader is described as anxious in the beginning, but opens up more later!
Very much prompted by external forces, but not actually requested. @yumee-topia , I hope you like it :) This is just a quick drabble I did. Not super proud of it, but I'm also not used to writing the reader as a kid, so absolutely any constructive criticism is welcomed!
And this is being posted later than originally anticipated. I had plans that I honestly forgot about on the 2nd, lmao, and midway through writing the second part I started scrolling through tags on here.
.
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.
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How did you get here?
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“Qifrey…” Olruggio speaks. Quiet, exhausted, and harsh. He looks to the man in front of him, expecting some kind of genuine answer to come out of him. A defence for his case.
All Olruggio gets in response is a gentle smile, and a slight tilt of Qifrey’s head as he stays looking at the man in front of him.
Olruggio's eyes drift from Qifrey’s own down to where you latch on to him. You hid yourself under Qifrey’s cloak and your hands grip onto his waist from behind. You were an anxious one.
You make eye contact with Olruggio, shrinking back further into Qifrey for a moment.
“Hello, mister,” you mutter, keeping your eyes on Olruggio, but they strayed from and avoided looking at his face again. Never looking above his chest.
Olruggio sighs. “Just call me Olruggio,” his voice still came out tired, but less annoyed.
Annoyed, not at you, but at a fifth apprentice that Qifrey has brought back with him to the atelier. Perhaps this is just something he has to get used to; Qifrey bringing to the atelier apprentices like a wife or child bringing home a stray cat. There’s more contrast than compare.
Olruggio’s eyes flicker between you and Qifrey for only a moment longer before stepping aside, letting you two cross the threshold past him.
Qifrey thanks his friend, and begins to guide you to your temporary room. It was only a guest room, but it was getting late. Surely he would figure out a better arrangement for your sleeping and studying quarters come morning.
When Qifrey steps back into the heart of the atelier, Olruggio has his back against the empty fireplace, clearly waiting for his return.
“Another apprentice, Qifrey? Why?”
Qifrey looks to Olruggio as he asks his question. He smiles before saying, “I really do believe there is always room for another,” he walks closer, sitting in front of Olruggio, “and perhaps I wished to survey their wonder and expand it in the right places.”
~
One month under his wing-
~
“Master Qifrey,” you speak, peeking around the arch that forms between the kitchen and dining room.
Once you spot him over the stove, you stand to your full height, revealing the rest of your body from behind the wall.
Qifrey turns to face you, “Yes, what is it?” His brow arches lightly as you look up to him. He sets the kettle down, already having poured the hot water in his cup to make himself tea. “Do you need help with anything?” His voice remains gentle as always.
He always seemed a bit brotherly, or even fatherly, despite the basic relation of master and apprentice.
“Actually, I've been having a bit of trouble with my line work lately,” you grumble, gripping the white fabric that rests just above your stomach. You look down at the points of your shoes, unable to find the emotion you feel in yourself about your inability to draw a proper spell.
You then look back up to Qifrey. “I have asked for advice or help from the others, but none of it really seems to work for me. I even tried to ask help from Mister Olruggio, but—um,” your shoulders stiffen up a bit at the memory of Olruggio glaring at you as if he were a dead man revived before you could even utter out a single letter of a word to him.
Qifrey hums, laughing a bit at the last bit you speak, “I see. He can get a bit carried away in his work, leading him to be—well, tired,” he says the last word as if it alone would explain his friend’s habit.
Focusing back on the subject, he calls out your name, asking to see your hands as he holds out his own.
When you place your dominant hand into one his own, palm facing up, he crouches down to your level. Soon he starts poking at the palmer of your hand, then moves to feel and lightly rub your fingers.
After just a short moment, Qifrey hums before standing back up and asking, “Do you think it may have something to do with your pen?”
You look at him, and back to your hand. “I haven’t really thought about that being why.” You thought for a moment, “Though, Coco did ask a similar question. She also said she has a bit of trouble with her lines, too,” you bring your other hand to join the other, pushing your thumb into the middle of the other’s palm.
Qifrey only pats your head, putting your main focus back on to him, before he suggests, “Why don’t you sit on it for a little while longer?”
“Okay,” you nod.
“And,” Qifrey bends down, putting his other hand on his knee, “if it really is because of your pen, we can pay a visit to Kalhn and get you a new one. Easy fix,” he smiles down at you, closing his eyes.
You nod again, the action a bit more pronounced. You mirror his smile too, “Okay,” you say again.
“Now be on your way,” Qifrey walks back to the counter he left his tea cup on before looking back at you, over his shoulder. “It’s time you continue studying your spells,” he dismisses you from the kitchen. “Remember to know your limit,” Qifrey adds as you step back out into the dining area.
“Right, of course,” you fully turn away from him, making your way back to your workspace.
~
Turns out you had a minor case of a writer’s cramp from overworking yourself just a little too much. That, of course, got you a bit of a scolding from Master Qifrey when you two figured it out from your hand freezing up when he asked you to demonstrate a basic spell.
You two ended up paying a visit to Kalhn for a new pen anyway, though this one would be for more temporary and more limited use. Mr. Nolnoa did not have any pens made specifically for a writer’s cramp or anything “special” like that, but he was able to round out the tip of one just a bit for this case.
Master Qifrey had taken the newly customized pen out of your reach and put into his own bag when Mr. Nolnoa finally came back out with it in hand.
When you finally got the pen into your own hands, you tested it out immediately on the first thing of blank parchment you found back at the atelier. It definitely did glide across the paper easier than your former pen, and because of that, it required less pressure from your wrist. You still found that you preferred your original pen anyway, but you were still thankful for the kind of gift.
Qifrey does not have any need to worry further about you using your original pen, or even practicing too much, when you are getting over your cramp. He already had a conversation with the other apprentices about your small period of required recovery. Estimated by himself.
Richeh and Tetia, whom you share a workspace with, will remind you… Quite a bit. They worry about you, too, just as much as your master. Nobody in the atelier wants it to be a bigger case than what it already was, and not knowing your habits very well— well, they just wanted to be sure you were taking care of yourself as well.
Coco and Agott in this same case both stress that you shouldn’t overwork yourself for something that naturally takes time to get better at.
Qifrey agrees with it all, even mentioning at dinner, “It’s a good thing it was only a minor case.”
That you agreed with.
You agreed with all of them, and told them to not stress about your own predicament.
Qifrey very often sees that passion you share about magic with Coco’s own. He even has the fondest smile when he sees you two talking amongst yourselves about the topic.
genuine , honest to god question does anyone write PLATONIC qifrey fics ? or does anyone KNOW any qifrey platonic fics ?? like teen / younger reader . like maybe theyre an apprentice to qifrey or smth. please . I NEED TO SEE MORE OF MY BIG BROTHER UGHHHH
being a familiar yumejoshi of an insanely popular male character is NOT for the weak . i do not want to fuck qifrey i need him to teach me magic and make me feel safe , loved & welcome :(
( if u know any fics do not be afraid to share psloslspl )
HOLY SHIT SOMEBODYATMYDOOR WHO REBLOGGED THIS GENUINELY THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH YOU REPOSTED A PLATONIC QIFREY FIC BLESS YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 SENDING YOU ALL THE LOVE IMAGINABLE
so i just realized ill have to read the manga + finish the anime so i can actually read qifrey centered fics .. fuck my stupid chud life . . . also people keep mentioning a curse why cant this guy expirence any whimsy bru 😭😭
"being a familiar yumejoshi of an insanely popular male character is NOT for the weak . i do not want to fuck qifrey i need him to teach me magic and make me feel safe , loved & welcome :(" REAL REAL REAL REAL REAL ???? my father core?? my brothers core?? why does everyone want them 😭😭
hello i lowkey own the yume-topia url and i just randomly saw you on my tl and i'd like to ask if you want it. there were attempts on reviving that blog but Unfortunately i'm full of burnout LOL ˙𐃷˙
YES THANK YOU ??? SORRY FOR YOUR BURNOUT BUT ID MEAN THE WORLD TO ME TO BE ABLE TO SPELL YUME-TOPIA CORRECTLY LMAO
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