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[everywarriorsboard]

Half Moon / Stoneteller

Warriors Board 27/?

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[gendernull]

genderfluid lesbian, genderfluid gay, genderfluid bi, and genderfluid transhet flags!

[hippolotamus]

serving and casting spells from her blankie ✨

[pyrokineticwarrior]

tags.

[intcritus]

then we have muses who need an actual connection ( emotional especially ) to even feel arousal, to know that they are desired, that they are wanted by their partner, because it makes the passion, the sensualness of the moment even more intense. they enjoy these things because the love of their partner is felt, it's palpable, and they revel in that.

[ducksido]

Hi!

I really liked your Neville!reader for Twisted Wonderland and I was wondering if you were okay with writing romantic head cannons for the TWST boys but platonic for Ortho with a Luna Lovegood reader? I think if Luna was actually in Twisted Wonderland, she’d definitely become like a big sister to Ortho.

Leona Kingscholar

At first? He calls you "spacey herbivore" with an eye roll. But you keep placing wildflowers in his hair and humming lullabies that remind him of the Sunset Savanna.

When you fall asleep beside him in the Botanical Garden, he doesn’t move, even if bugs crawl on him.

You never push his ambitions, but your calm belief that "you’re meant for something incredible" stays with him.

His tail wraps around your ankle unconsciously when you’re near—you're his grounding star.

Ruggie Bucchi

Thinks you’re “kinda loopy,” but adorable. You trade him shiny buttons and trinkets like they’re gold.

Lowkey protective when people try to bully you. “Oi! Only I get to call ‘em odd, got it?”

You give him free snacks because “your aura looks hungry today.”

He keeps every drawing you gift him tucked into his scavenged hoodie pockets.

Jack Howl

Was baffled at first—how are you so unbothered by anything?

But your sincerity and whimsy earn his deep respect.

You compliment his tail and say it’s “a symbol of loyalty” and now he blushes every time it wags near you.

You ground his rigidity with gentle curiosity, and he becomes fiercely loyal to your quiet soul.

Azul Ashengrotto

Initially thought you were a threat—how do you know things no one told you?

But instead of exploiting his insecurities, you tell him the ocean sings when he's proud of himself.

You whisper affirmations to his octopus form, which he absolutely pretends not to love.

You’re the only one he doesn’t feel he has to make a deal with—he wants to be kind to you, freely.

Jade Leech

Fascinated. You remind him of deep-sea fauna: ethereal, misunderstood, hypnotic.

He engages with your whimsical views and even joins in your rituals (like talking to plants).

He offers you preserved mushrooms, and you give him homemade flower teas. It’s weirdly romantic.

Floyd Leech

You’re his “Squishy.” He loves how you always surprise him.

When he’s in a mood, you offer him dreamcatchers or read him calming stories. It actually works.

You once looked him in the eyes during a tantrum and said, “You’re not scary. You’re just sad.” He’s never forgotten it.

Riddle Rosehearts

At first, you drove him mad. You didn’t follow rules, wore mismatched socks, and once hosted a tea party for ghosts.

But your grace, your unwavering kindness—it makes him question everything he thought was “proper.”

He softens around you. You show him the beauty of chaos in a world of rules.

He catches himself smiling when you speak nonsense. Maybe it isn’t nonsense at all.

Trey Clover

Finds you endearing and soothing. You compliment his pies like they’re rare relics.

You help him relax. He doesn’t have to be the responsible one around you—because your presence carries peace.

When you say, “I like your soul, it’s warm like cinnamon,” he nearly drops his tray.

Cater Diamond

Thinks you’re the most aesthetic person alive. You're his muse.

He doesn’t always “get” you, but he adores you.

You once told him his magicam selfies carry pieces of his heart, and he cried a little (secretly).

He starts valuing sincerity more because of you.

Malleus Draconia

You treat him like no one else does. You once asked if the thorns around his heart bloomed in spring.

He’s utterly captivated by you—your gentleness, your strangeness, your unshakable belief in things unseen.

He listens to your stories like sacred songs.

You’re the first person he feels sees the “prince” and the boy.

Lilia Vanrouge

Teases you lovingly, but genuinely admires your wisdom. You remind him of ancient stories.

You teach him lullabies from your world; he teaches you war ballads.

He's protective like a bat dad, but he lets you do your thing—your magic is unlike any he’s ever known.

Silver

Loves how you always greet him when he wakes up, like it’s a miracle.

You dream together—napping side by side in flower fields.

He thinks you’re a fairy spirit sent to keep him company.

Sebek Zigvolt

Was horrified by your strange behavior at first—how dare you offer Malleus mismatched tea cups?!

But slowly, he’s moved by your sincere loyalty and bravery.

He’ll never admit it, but he likes when you braid charms into his hair.

Vil Schoenheit

Initially called you “peculiar,” but now says “You are art in motion.”

You don’t care about appearances, yet you shine with something even he can’t bottle—truth.

He respects how you never seek validation, and it humbles him.

You taught him that beauty is about resonance, not perfection.

Rook Hunt

Instantly enchanted. You are his “Lune Enchantée,” his Moon Enigma.

He’s constantly writing poems about you.

He tries to follow you, but you always seem one step ahead—ethereal and unknowable.

You once said, “You don’t need to chase beauty. You already hold it.” He fell in love.

Epel Felmier

You call him “Wild Apple” and admire his raw energy.

You don’t mind when he swears or acts rowdy—you celebrate it.

You help him feel seen without having to pretend. He loves you for that.

Idia Shroud

You terrify him. Not because you’re scary—but because you treat him like someone important.

You once told him, “You’re a constellation waiting to be named.” He logged off for three days.

But when you brought Ortho flowers and told him he had a soul, Idia realized…you’re the only person who sees him and his brother as whole.

You’re his beacon. A quiet light that doesn’t blind him.

Ortho Shroud (Platonic)

You’re like the big sibling that completes his family.

He teaches you tech stuff; you gift him hand-sewn plushies you say “ward off sadness gremlins.”

He follows you like a happy puppy. You radiate safety to him.

Kalim Al-Asim

Immediately adores you. Thinks you're "like a dream made of light."

You bring him handmade jewelry made of seashells and say they’re “wish-holders.”

He’s endlessly curious about your rituals and beliefs.

Your calming presence balances his energy.

Jamil Viper

Suspicious at first—what’s your angle?

But when you helped him during one of his worst days by simply sitting beside him and whispering, “You don’t have to be okay right now,” something shifted.

You see the chains he wears and never judge him for them.

Neige LeBlanche

You’re his lullaby in a loud world.

He writes songs about your whimsical wisdom.

You dance under snowfall and he believes you’re magic made real.

Rollo Flamme

Conflicted. You're a walking contradiction—chaotic yet serene, magical yet grounded.

He wants to hate you…but your honesty and kindness gnaw at his walls.

You once said, “You carry fire in your heart. But even fire deserves gentleness.” He’s never forgotten.

🐾 Grim (Platonic)

You’re his best friend. Period.

He pretends to grumble when you tie ribbons on his tail, but he struts around showing them off.

You feed him treats shaped like stars and say they’ll give him “courage magic.”

He’d bite anyone who insults you.

[lunarsecret12]

🩵💙AWARENESS🩵💙

Banner by me :3

. ݁⋆˚🐾˖°shadow milk finds out he's actually in a game.... ݁⋆˚🐾˖°

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As soon as shadow milk realized he was in a game and he wasn't real whatsoever. He started to try and see how far he could go without you noticing. For example any time you poked him he'd sometimes change his dialogue a bit or say something completely new or out of character. —you were oblivious and just thought it was a new update—

He was shocked at the realization that he was technically a puppet. HE was the one being tied to puppeteer strings? HE was the marionette? But he did find that actually kinda interesting. it was a plot twist, NOBODY would expect.

He loves when you actually decorate your Kingdom ESPECIALLY when it's HIS theme. He feels more appreciated whenever you do that. He won't admit that of course. But he DESPISES the pure vanilla theme or any ancients' themes he wants to ruin your whole kingdom when it's ancient themed but he can't because it would be too obvious.

Also he would go into your other apps. If you have any art apps he'd probably mess about with your drawings or add cryptic messages on them But VERY small so you don't realize. You have gacha? He'd make his own character then get rid of it and replace it with the past character it was on so you wouldn't notice. Have ANY notes app? He'd snoop through your things for fun. Have any texting app? He'd look at your messages and what you send people. When he sees your texting other people he gets jealous. Why wasn't all your focus on him?!

∧ ,,, ∧. Sorry for

( ̳• · • ̳). The short fic!! ✮⋆˙🕊️꩜ .ᐟ✮⋆˙🕊️꩜ .ᐟ

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[revlw]

Haii, I love your work sm, I figured I would put a request in.

How about some 007n7 x Reader; but the n7 BEFORE C00lkidd, so he's still an asshole, just with a soft spot for reader.

I don't mind you choosing what happens in the fic, I'll read regardless!

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⠀ ִ ࣪ ׅ 𐔌ㅤ GHOST LINES

01. | 007N7 X READER

WARNING : Mild Language , Mentions of hacking/exploitation , Light romantic tension

*coughcpugh* Im back *cough*

The buzz of old neon signs flickered through the window, bleeding cyan light across the floorboards of your hideout. Wires coiled like vines across the tile, tangling under terminals, monitors, and one ancient vending machine that only dispensed off-brand Bloxy soda. The air smelled faintly of burning dust and overheating GPUs.

A voice broke the quiet.

“You left your SSH open again.”

You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Was busy frying an exploit. You gonna scold me or help?” you asked without flinching, eyes still fixed on the lines of code spilling across your monitor.

Behind you, 007n7 gave a quiet snort.

He always sounded bored. Even when he wasn’t. “You’re lucky it was me who noticed. Some brat running Synapse X could’ve stripped your kernel bare.”

You spun in your chair with a grin. “Mmhm. But it wasn’t. It was you.”

007n7 stood with one hand in his hoodie pocket, the other holding his ancient flip phone. The Burger Bob hat sat crooked on his head, his eyes half-lidded under the noob mask, though you could tell he was watching you. Observing you. Like he always did.

He wasn’t smiling. He never smiled. But something flickered in his expression—disapproval wrapped in something softer. He walked over, booting your second rig with the toe of his shoe and sinking into the chair beside it.

“Show me what you’re working on.”

You tapped your terminal. “Builderman’s firewall. It’s thicker than usual. Someone must’ve spooked the board.”

007n7 leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “You using the proxy relay we built last week?”

You nodded. “Triple masked. It’s clean.”

He exhaled and nodded, then paused. His voice dipped lower. “Don’t tell anyone you’re targeting Builderman.”

You quirked a brow. “Why?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Then: “Because I said so.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t push. This was how he was—rough edges, cryptic mutterings, half warnings wrapped in an almost unnoticeable kind of care. You’d known him long enough to read between the lines.

You tapped a few more keys and the wall of code shifted, revealing a deeper backend. You glanced at him. “You in?”

He smirked—not a real smile, but a ghost of one. “I’m always in.”

You worked in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the hum of your hardware and the soft, electronic tics of keys being pressed in tandem. It was strange, the way you two clicked. You were different—loud, a little reckless, gleeful in your chaos. He was cautious. Cold. Detached, except when it came to you.

“You ever wonder why you’re still doing this?” he asked suddenly.

You froze. “Doing what? Hacking?”

He tilted his head. “Being here. With me.”

There it was again. That hint of vulnerability buried deep beneath his aloof facade. You stared at him, surprised.

“You say that like you don’t want me around,” you replied, slowly.

He didn’t meet your eyes. “You could’ve joined the Cleaners. Or run with NovaNet. You’re good enough. Better, maybe.”

You leaned back in your chair, watching the light from the monitors flicker across his face. “You think I stayed because of clout?”

He finally looked at you.

You weren’t sure if it was sadness or regret flickering there—just that it was honest. Rare.

“I think you stayed because you’re reckless. And I don’t want that getting you killed.”

You stood and stepped toward him, narrowing the space between you.

“And maybe I stayed because you look out for me. Even if you pretend not to.”

He flinched—barely, but you noticed. “I don’t care.”

You grinned. “Liar.”

He clicked his tongue and turned away, muttering, “I could drop you off the server right now.”

You laughed and leaned in closer. “But you won’t.”

The two of you stared at the screens for a few more minutes. Until suddenly, a low ping echoed from his pocket.

He pulled out the flip phone, eyes narrowing at the screen.

“…Noli’s in trouble.”

You raised a brow. “What kind?”

“The kind that ends with a shadowban and thirty IP traces.”

You whistled. “We better bounce then.”

007n7 didn’t move. He looked at you again—really looked at you.

“…You don’t have to come.”

You stepped past him, grabbing your bag, slotting your USBs into place, slipping your laptop into the case like a sidearm.

“You’re an idiot if you think I’m letting you go alone.”

His fingers twitched, and you could’ve sworn—just for a second—he looked relieved.

You’d seen his reputation. Knew what others whispered. That he was selfish. An asshole. A has-been. That no one could trust him.

But you weren’t “others.”

You were his partner.

And when the lights dimmed and the code began to melt into heat maps and firewall warnings, 007n7 tapped into his lesser c00lgui, and in a shimmer of data, you both vanished from the room in a static pop of corrupted light.

Just two ghosts in the machine.

@revlw 2025

[reveriedraffs]

📜˚｡⋆𐂂 the plot-twist in my marauders dr 🐾⭒˚☽

(a.k.a. how i became hogwarts' most legendary anonymous gossip source)

you know how every era has its little mystery voice that somehow knows everything? in my modern marauders dr, that voice… is me.

but no one knows that. not yet.

🪄 THE TWIST

i secretly run three anonymous newsletters, each with a completely different vibe, voice, and name. people think they’re written by different students—maybe even different years or houses. some say it's a group of writers. others think it's enchanted ink or cursed parchment that writes itself. but nope.

it’s just me. quill in hand. cloak pulled tight. watching everything.

📂 the trifecta: my newsletters

1. Witch, Please

by Lady Noctura 💅 chaotic, glamorous, scandalous. if you kissed someone you shouldn’t have, if your robes are a crime against fashion, or if you tripped walking out of the library and your books spilled and your crush helped you… she knows. she wrote about it. she’s savage. she’s iconic.

2. The Rumour Registry

by The Watcher 🕵️‍♂️ sleek, calculated, a little scary. this one covers the quiet power plays, whispered meetings in the Astronomy Tower, who’s getting cozy with the faculty, and which prefects are playing politics. if there’s leverage to be had—The Watcher already used it. like if gossip girl had a clipboard, or if you fused regina george with a secret service agent.

3. Howl & Hush

by The Archiver 🌘 eerie, poetic, ancient-feeling. they don’t gossip. they warn. they write in metaphors, leave entries in cursed corners of the castle, and sign off in runes that only reveal themselves at midnight. some say their stories are fiction. but then things start coming true. and people realize… they’re not just stories.

🎭 no one knows it's me.

not my friends. not my professors. not even the marauders. (not yet.)

i’ve enchanted the parchment. masked my magical signature. built an entire network of enchanted owl drops, cursed mirrors, and secret tunnels.

they won’t know until after voldemort is gone. until the war is over. until i choose to reveal myself. and when i do— every enchanted paper, every glowing parchment, every screen— they’ll all show one final message:

“it was me. it was always me.”

moony, padfoot, prongs, wormtail

love ౨ৎ

[everywarriorsboard]

Shaded Moss

Warriors Board 42/?

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[gendernull]

agender lesbian, agender gay, agender bi, and agender transhet flags!

[the-most-humble-blog]

“YOU PAT YOUR DOG ON THE HEAD, BUT WHAT IF I TOLD YOU…” (Your Pet Isn’t Just a Companion — It’s a Biological Pact Forged in Evolutionary Fire)

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You pat your dog on the head. You call him a good boy. You shoo the cat off the good couch. You post their cute little faces online with captions like,

“My baby.” “My best friend.” “My emotional support gremlin.”

How adorable. How naive.

What if I told you…

Your “pet” is not a pet. It’s a living remnant of an ancient, scientifically symbiotic pact between mammalian species. A war treaty. A blood oath. A primal contract.

And the only reason your organs are still inside your body?

Is because your cat thinks you’re too big and too weird to eat.

🧬 Let’s break it down.

Dogs and cats aren’t domesticated.

They’re adaptively evolved parasites turned covert emotional diplomats, bred and evolved not to love you — but to cohabitate with you successfully enough to feed, sleep, and reproduce.

🐱 Let’s talk cats.

You thought your cat meowing meant she was hungry?

Nope.

She’s mimicking the sound of a human baby.

That high-pitched cry? That’s not just random. That’s co-evolutionary manipulation designed to pierce your dumb little mammalian parental instinct and make you feed her faster.

She doesn’t love you. She studied you.

“Meow.” = “I know how your species bonds with things. Watch me exploit it.”

🐶 Dogs, though?

Different strategy.

Dogs looked at human children and thought:

“Okay. That thing’s loud, small, and fragile. But it feeds me.”

So they changed.

Their faces reshaped. Their brows grew more expressive. They evolved to give you big, wide, puppy eyes — the kind that activate your nurturing centers and shut down your threat analysis.

A wild wolf would’ve gotten a spear. A begging labrador gets half your cheeseburger.

That’s not domestication. That’s biological negotiation through facial architecture.

And here’s the kicker:

The only reason your dog doesn’t rip your throat out is because you feed him — and he trusts the ancient contract.

Because 30,000 years ago, your ancestors shared their fire with four-legged killers in exchange for protection, loyalty, and war-time backup.

Your dog’s great-great-grandwolf literally slept outside the cave so the saber-tooth wouldn’t sneak in and rip your nuts off.

You think your little mutt is cute?

He’s a genetic descendant of a sentient perimeter alarm system.

🧠 So why does this matter?

Because you’ve been lied to about what a “pet” is.

A pet is not a friend.

A pet is a biological extension of you, engineered to coexist, protect, and manipulate in ways that most humans can’t even match.

Your cat controls your sleep schedule. Your dog detects your emotional breakdowns before you do. Your goldfish? Okay, maybe not him — but you get the point.

This is not companionship. This is ancient mutualism refined through survival and guilt-based feeding routines.

😼 And if you’re still not convinced?

Ask yourself this:

Why does your cat stare at you for hours like she’s weighing your soul? Why does your dog whine when you’re about to cry, even if you haven’t said a word?

Because this wasn’t a one-way street.

They adapted. But so did you.

You evolved to love them. To feed them. To bury them like kin. To cry like you lost a brother when your pet dies.

That’s not just affection. That’s millennia of interspecies emotional co-engineering.

So no — your pet isn’t just your “baby.”

Your pet is the only living witness to the fact that your species once formed alliances with predators just to make it through the fucking Ice Age.

He’s not just a good boy.

He’s the reason you’re alive.

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🔁 CALL TO ACTION

🐾 Reblog this if your animal would die for you — or has already killed for you in their dreams.

🧠 Save this if you’ve ever caught your cat watching you like prey… and still felt loved.

🔥 Comment: “This bond predates language.”

👁‍🗨 Tag someone who needs to remember what their pet really is: a quiet soldier from the Before Times.

[therianconfessionsblog]

As someone with a heavily spiritual aspect to my therianthropy, I wish people would stop reducing spiritual nonhumanity to just past lives and "misplaced souls." Spiritual nonhumanity has a loooong and well documented history in the form of ancient werewolf cults, Úlfhéðnar, shapeshifting shamans from cultures around the world, animal doubles in medieval Europe and Scandinavia, werewolf warrior druids in Ireland, forms of animal medicine in indigenous American cultures, and thousands of other examples across history. There is so much to explore in the intersections of animal identity and spirituality, and yet I feel like it all gets cast off and disregarded because for some reason we've decided that spiritual nonhumanity just means reincarnation, something that I don't even believe in.

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[mirensiart]

hi it's me

Ya boye (/reference)

So you know how Fi burns sky when he points her at one of the other links in like warning or combat-like contexts?(seen in the bunny legend section of cannon LU)

I know burns hurt like hell but like

Even post-initial-burn they hurrttttttttt more of a dull hurt unless its BAD bad but HURTTT

just imagining sky accidentally gets burned, waves it off, and everyone else is just like "dude, YOU'RE NOT OK WE CAN STILL FEEL IT"(maybe besides twi but like still, they can still feel that it hurts despite the fact he acts like he can't feel it,)

Maybe the flame barer earrings might help? But idk if they cover "magic ancient sword fire" over "FIRE fire"

...he is so lucky only one other link(wild I think) is right handed because if he wasn't they'd be (temporarily) screwed

- 🦦🐾(who hasn't slept, so he is sorry if this is complete nonsense)

Have a wind for the road

(Sorry for replying so late!!!)

I don't think heat/fire resistance gear would work with the master sword burning sky when he accidentally uses it against someone with the hero's spirit

I don't see the master sword burn to be fire related though, like it's not like she bursts into flames when it burns sky, I feel like it's more like how iron burns fae or sunlight burns vampire kinda deal

Not fire related but it hurts like a burn and it physically burns you, but it's no like the sword gets warm/is on fire 🤔

ANYWAY, yes!

Also if you go with the "wind doesn't have the hero's spirit" headcanon, then I can imagine sky accidentally attacking him during battle cause the monsters are everywhere and he got confused, and everyone expecting to feel the burn but it never comes and that's how everyone finds out lol

Also YAY WINDY BOY thank you I will take care of him 🤲🏻💖

[ducksido]

Ruggie Vs Trans!Yuu

Aka how would Ruggie react to a mtf!yuu and ftm!yuu (This keeps coming to me in dreams)

🐾 Ruggie Bucchi with a MTF!Yuu

At first, Ruggie doesn’t even blink when Yuu comes out as a trans woman. He’s from the Wild Savannah, a place with deeply ingrained social structures, sure—but he’s also incredibly adaptable, observant, and street-smart. His immediate reaction? A grin and a shrug.

“Eh? That so? Cool, good for ya, Yuu.”

But internally?

Ruggie definitely has a knee-jerk hyena instinct moment.

Like, his brain short-circuits just a bit. Something ancient and primal in his hyena-coded instincts goes:

"Oh. Dominant female. Respect immediately." Even if logically he knows Yuu wasn’t born with the physical traits associated with Wild Savannah females, the second she claims that identity—his instincts click into place. His tail would tuck between his legs.

He doesn't fear her like she’ll hurt him—but it’s this weird mix of:

admiration,

caution,

and a little submissiveness.

He starts calling her "Boss" half-jokingly, but also half-seriously. Like:

“Heh, remind me not to get on your bad side, Boss Lady.”

He absolutely respects her transition and identity, never misgenders or deadnames. He’s too sharp to make that kind of mistake—and he hates when others do. He might even go out of his way to “correct” someone in a passive-aggressive Ruggie way:

“Ohhh, ya meant her. You know—Yuu. Use your words right, yeah?”

Ruggie also probably gets weirdly defensive if someone tries to undermine her femininity.

He’s not one to throw hands unless money’s involved, but he’ll get right up in someone’s face if they say anything disrespectful. Especially if it triggers that Savannah-born instinct that says, “You do not mess with a female.”

If they're close or dating? He spoils her so hard—but lowkey. Steals snacks she likes. Calls her “princess” in that teasing-but-means-it way. Lets her borrow his jacket. Always offers his arm when walking through crowds.

And behind closed doors, he tells her:

“Ya know, you don’t gotta prove nothin’. You are who you say you are. That’s more than enough.”

🐾 Ruggie Bucchi with a FTM!Yuu (trans)

At first, Ruggie’s reaction is super casual. You tell him you’re a guy, and he just nods with a lazy grin.

“Aight, cool. Thanks for tellin’ me, dude.”

But internally? Oh, boy. His Wild Savannah brain is reconfiguring itself like a whole operating system update just happened.

Because in his homeland? You were born with the body that usually meant "intimidating," "dominant," or "don’t mess with." So when you step forward and go, "Nah—I’m a guy," something ancient in his instincts gets reversed.

That little hyena instinct that usually flinches around dominant females? Now it’s like:

“OH—HE’S a guy. A guy who was born in a female-coded body and still carries that presence? That’s terrifying. I love him.”

There’s this weird subconscious respect/fear combo, and you better believe he starts treating you like someone who could kick his ass—even if you’re not threatening at all.

He might say stuff like:

“Jeez, you’re kinda scary, huh? Not like, bad-scary—just, y’know... cool-scary.”

But like, respectfully.

Once the dust settles in his brain, he genuinely supports you. Ruggie knows what it’s like to fight for space, for respect, and for survival. So when he realizes you’re walking your own path, being your true self no matter what? He respects the hell out of that.

He’ll defend you if anyone misgenders you:

“Uh—he said no pickles on the sandwich, yeah? Get it right.”

He becomes your little gremlin guard dog. Not in a loud way—just in the “he will use is UM and make them trip and say it was an accident” kind of way.

If you’re dating? Ohhh boy, he’s SO proud of you. You might find him subtly hyping you up all the time.

“Look at you, handsome. You’re gonna give me a complex if you keep lookin’ this good.”

He’s the type to toss you his hoodie and then blush because you look more masc than him wearing it.

Also: he absolutely brags about you when no one’s around.

“Yuu? Oh yeah, he’s a badass. You don’t wanna mess with him. He’ll take you down and correct your grammar while he’s at it.”

[tynakiki]

✨ Twisted Wonderland Dorm Leaders as Scents ✨

a headcanon meets aesthetic story — how each dorm leader might smell if you passed them in the hall, or leaned in just a little too close

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🟥 Riddle Rosehearts — Heartslabyul

🌹 Rose petals • 🫖 Black tea • 🍓 Powdered sugar

> You pass him in the garden, where the air is warm with sun and discipline. His scent clings to his coat—roses, strict and proper, steeped in black tea. There’s a sugary trace of jam tarts beneath it all, delicate and fleeting. One breath and it feels like you've stepped into a rule-bound fairytale.

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🟧 Leona Kingscholar — Savanaclaw

🌞 Sun-drenched grass • 🐾 Sandalwood • 🐂 Warm amber & leather

> You find him asleep on the training field, the scent of heat rising off his skin. The musk of leather, dust, and dry grass wraps around you. There's something golden and grounded about it—like the sun sinking into the savanna, calm but coiled with power just beneath the surface.

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🟪 Azul Ashengrotto — Octavinelle

🌊 Ocean breeze • 🧼 Clean musk • 🍃 A touch of mint

> In his lounge, everything smells clean and curated. Azul’s cologne is sharp—waves on cold glass, a calculated coolness laced with just enough mint to seem inviting. It’s a scent that lingers too long on your sleeve after a handshake you weren’t sure you agreed to.

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🟨 Kalim Al-Asim — Scarabia

🌸 Orange blossom • 🍯 Sweet dates • 🔥 Saffron & golden incense

> He hugs you without hesitation, and for the rest of the day, you smell like laughter. Kalim carries sunshine with him: sweet fruit, spice-laced incense, and the floral note of generosity. It’s like being wrapped in a festival—overwhelming at first, but impossible not to love.

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🟫 Jamil Viper — Scarabia (Vice Leader)

🔥 Black pepper • 🪬 Oud • 🌑 Smoky clove

> When he passes, it hits you—dark spice and something ancient. It’s not showy, not deliberate, but it lingers. Like secrets kept too long, like a slow burn behind velvet eyes. You turn to look. He’s already gone.

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🟦 Vil Schoenheit — Pomefiore

🪻 Iris • 🌬 Vetiver • 💎 Designer musk

> You don’t see him at first—you smell him. He walks by, a breeze of cold florals and haute couture, like a runway you weren’t invited to. The scent is powerful, immaculately blended. You realize you held your breath. And exhaled too late.

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🟩 Idia Shroud — Ignihyde

⚡ Ozone • 🍊 Citrus energy drink • 🕯 Faint candle smoke

> You’re in the lab late. Something clicks, a screen hums. He’s there, unnoticed until he speaks. His scent is strange and electric—sharp citrus and static, mixed with something burnt and nostalgic. Like old wires and the ghost of incense. Weirdly comforting.

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⬛ Malleus Draconia — Diasomnia

⛈ Rain on stone • 🌲 Ancient forest • 🌙 Night-blooming jasmine

> The air grows heavy. You feel it before you smell it. Like storm clouds and blooming shadows, he brings with him the perfume of ancient woods and wild things. The kind of scent that belongs to forgotten royalty and whispered legends. You don’t know if you’re dreaming, or just enchanted.

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🖤 Which one do you think you’d fall for by scent alone? 👃💫

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