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[miloss-world]

Hi,

I got this fun idea for a twst request and I was hoping you could fulfill it (You don't have to if you don't want to)

Idk how many characters your limit is, but i was wondering if you could write for the overblot boys with a reader who knew the great seven? (Whether it be, the reader is immortal and helped them with their schemes or if you decide something else)

And if it's not too complicated, could they all be platonic except for Idia? (If that's too much, you can make it just Idia or make them all platonic, I don't wanna seem too demanding)

OB with a reader who knows the great seven

Synopsis: You have lived through centuries, once an ally, confidant, and accomplice to the Great Seven in their rise to power. Time has left you a relic of an era long past,until you awaken in Night Raven College, where the shadows of history stir once more.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle Rosehearts had always admired the Queen of Hearts. Her laws, her discipline, her unwavering authority,all things he strove to embody. He had read every record available, memorized every rule, and dedicated himself to upholding her legacy. But you? You had known her.

It was something that left him utterly speechless when he first learned the truth.

You were an enigma wrapped in the guise of an ordinary student at Night Raven College, but in reality, you had walked through history, stood beside the Great Seven, and witnessed their reigns firsthand. To someone like Riddle, who built his entire life around the teachings of one of them, your very existence was nothing short of astonishing.

His first instinct was skepticism. Surely, you were exaggerating or simply playing a joke on him. But then, you spoke.

"The Queen of Hearts had a habit of twirling her scepter when she was deep in thought," you mused one day, as the two of you studied in the Heartslabyul garden. "She used to hum a certain melody under her breath when she was pleased with something, though I doubt any record of that survived."

Riddle nearly knocked over his teacup. "That… that can't be,how could you possibly know that?"

You gave him a knowing smile, one that sent a shiver down his spine. "Because I was there."

The weight of that realization crashed down on him like a tidal wave. You weren’t lying. You weren’t mistaken. You had seen the Queen of Hearts with your own eyes, heard her voice, stood in her court.

For the first time in his life, Riddle was at a loss for words.

From that moment on, his fascination with you only grew. He wanted to know everything,what the Queen was like beyond the strict laws and formal depictions, what kind of ruler she had been when she wasn't delivering orders.

"Did she ever smile?" he asked hesitantly one evening, his voice quieter than usual.

You chuckled. "Of course she did. She wasn’t just a ruler,she was a person, Riddle. No one is defined solely by their laws."

That sentiment struck something deep within him. He had spent so long striving for perfection, for absolute adherence to the rules, that he had never stopped to consider the person behind them. But you… you had seen the Queen as a living being, not just a figure in history.

It changed something in him.

Your bond deepened over time, shifting from awe to companionship. Riddle found himself more at ease in your presence than he was with most people. He still respected you immensely, of course,how could he not? But there was something else, something softer.

He valued your opinions, sought your guidance. When he struggled with doubt, he turned to you.

And one day, as you walked together beneath the rose-covered arches of Heartslabyul, he hesitated before speaking.

"Would you say that… you were proud of her?" he asked carefully. "The Queen of Hearts?"

You considered his words for a long moment. "She had her faults, just like anyone else. But she was strong, determined, and she left behind a legacy that shaped the world. Yes, I think I was proud of her."

Riddle exhaled, something in his chest loosening at your words.

"And you?" you asked, tilting your head curiously. "Do you think she'd be proud of you?"

His breath caught in his throat. He had spent years chasing an ideal, trying to be the perfect Heartslabyul student, the perfect rule enforcer. But would the Queen of Hearts herself have approved of him?

He looked at you, and for once, he didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect.

"I… I hope so," he admitted.

You smiled, and it was warm, reassuring. "I think she would be."

And for the first time in a long while, Riddle allowed himself to believe it.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona had always admired the King of Beasts. It was a well-known fact. The stories of his strength, his cunning, his ability to take what he wanted with no hesitation,all of it resonated with him. He knew them by heart, had grown up with them as a source of inspiration and, in some ways, justification. After all, if the greatest ruler in history had operated by his own rules, why shouldn’t he?

So when he first heard about you,the acolyte of the Great Seven, the one who had actually stood beside the legends themselves,he had his doubts. He wasn’t the type to fawn over old figures, no matter how influential they were. But there was no denying that you carried a presence, a confidence that made it clear you hadn’t just studied history,you had lived it.

And the fact that you had worked alongside the King of Beasts himself? Well. That was something worth paying attention to.

He never asked you about it outright, at least not at first. If you wanted to talk about it, you would. Leona wasn’t one to pry, and he wasn’t about to beg for details like some starry-eyed cub. But when you did speak about it,offhanded comments, casual recollections,he listened. More than that, he committed every word to memory.

“You sound just like him sometimes,” you mused one evening, after Leona had dismissed someone’s attempt to bother him with a single, sharp look.

Leona snorted. “What, ‘cause I don’t have time for nonsense?”

“That, and because you think ahead,” you replied. “Most people assume he was all brawn, but he knew how to plan, how to manipulate the battlefield before the fight even started. He saw the bigger picture.”

Leona’s ears twitched. That wasn’t something most people focused on. The stories always talked about the raw power, the victories, the intimidation. But strategy? That was something only someone who had been there would know to appreciate.

“You’re kinda good at it you know?”

Leona didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let his gaze drift across the savanna-like fields outside, the golden light of the setting sun making the world look like something out of an old memory.

“…You think he’d respect me?” he asked, voice quieter than usual.

You tilted your head. “The King of Beasts?”

“Yeah.” He exhaled through his nose. “Or would he think I was just some lazy second-born?”

A slow smile spread across your lips. “He’d recognize you, Leona.”

Leona’s tail flicked. “Hah. Bold assumption.”

“He respected strength,” you said simply. “And he knew that strength wasn’t just about brute force. He’d see the way you think, the way you analyze people, the way you play the long game even when you pretend you don’t care. He’d see himself in you.”

Leona turned his head slightly, just enough to look at you out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t say anything, but there was something different in his expression,something thoughtful, something… lighter.

“…Heh. Guess that means you see it too, huh?”

You chuckled. “I’ve always seen it.”

Leona huffed, shaking his head. “You and your big words.”

But he didn’t argue. And later, as he lay stretched out beneath the stars, he found himself thinking about your words more than he cared to admit.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul Ashengrotto had spent years studying the legends of the Great Seven, drawing inspiration from their cunning, their power, and their undeniable influence. But never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that he would one day meet someone who had actually known them.

You.

The acolyte of the Great Seven, a living relic of history, standing right before him. And not just some distant figure lost in the annals of time,you were real, tangible, and, to his absolute shock, quite fond of him.

Azul prided himself on keeping his composure in negotiations, but even he had to admit that this revelation nearly made him drop his pen.

“You… were close to the Sea Witch?” he asked, voice carefully controlled, though his fingers twitched slightly where they rested atop his contract book.

“Close?” You hummed, tilting your head in thought. “I suppose you could say that. I learned from her, advised her at times. She was a remarkable woman.”

Azul’s grip tightened. “Remarkable indeed.”

To say that Azul revered the Sea Witch would be an understatement. He had spent years modeling his business strategies after her, refining his persuasive tactics to mirror her legendary deals. And here you were, someone who had witnessed her genius firsthand.

“What was she like?” The words tumbled from his lips before he could stop them. He was usually so calculated in his speech, but the opportunity to learn more about his idol was too tempting to ignore.

You chuckled, the sound warm, nostalgic. “Clever, naturally. A force to be reckoned with. But she was also pragmatic. She knew how to get what she wanted without wasting time. And despite what the stories say, she valued loyalty.”

Azul’s eyes gleamed. “Loyalty…?”

You nodded. “She never gave something for nothing, but those who proved their worth? She took care of them. Not out of kindness, but because she knew the value of strong allies.”

Azul absorbed every word, committing them to memory. He had spent years honing his skills, but hearing confirmation from someone who had been there? It made everything feel… validated.

Then you leaned in slightly, voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “But between you and me? You’re already quite the businessman yourself.”

Azul froze, his mind stuttering over itself.

The praise shouldn’t have affected him so much. He had received compliments before, flattery from clients and students alike. But this was different. This was coming from someone who had seen the rise of the Great Seven, who had stood beside the Sea Witch herself.

And you thought he was impressive?

A slow, self-satisfied smile curled his lips. “Well,” he murmured, adjusting his glasses, “I do try.”

You laughed, and Azul felt a strange warmth settle in his chest. He had always sought validation, always yearned to prove himself. And now, hearing it from you, it felt… right.

Maybe, just maybe, he was on the right path after all.

Azul's reaction to meeting you is absolutely priceless. You’re someone who actually knew the Sea Witch, the very legend he admires most, and your praise holds more weight than anything he's ever heard before. The way you validate his ambitions and skills?

It’s the ultimate boost to his confidence.

Jamil Viper

Jamil had always lived under the shadow of another,always serving, always being overlooked. But you? You had once stood at the side of the Sorcerer of the Sands himself. If anyone understood the burden of duty, the weight of loyalty, it was you.

The moment Jamil found out who you were, his mind reeled. The legends, the history,the Sorcerer of the Sands was a figure he both admired and resented. And you? You had actually known him. Not just as a distant, untouchable icon, but as a real person.

"So, was he as powerful as they say?" Jamil asked one evening, voice measured, carefully neutral. "Or is it all exaggerated?"

You hummed, leaning back. "He was powerful, yes. But more than that, he was clever. He knew how to manipulate, how to turn the tides in his favor."

Jamil's fingers twitched. "And you? You helped him?"

You smiled knowingly. "Of course. I was his acolyte, after all. But power isn't everything, Jamil. Even the greatest sorcerers can fall."

That hit closer to home than he cared to admit.

Yet, despite the enormity of your past, you never looked down on him. You saw him. The real him. Not just as Kalim's servant, not just as someone who had overblotted, but as Jamil Viper,someone with potential, someone worthy of his own ambitions.

He found himself drawn to you, not just because of your history, but because you understood. You had lived through more than he could fathom, yet you still walked forward, unbound by the weight of the past. It was a future he wanted for himself.

One night, as the desert wind howled outside Scarabia’s halls, Jamil found himself speaking words he never thought he would.

"Do you think...someone like me could ever be free?"

You looked at him, gaze steady. "Of course. It’s just a matter of making the right moves."

Jamil exhaled, something unspoken passing between you.

For the first time in a long time, he believed it might actually be possible.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil Schoenheit had always held the Beautiful Queen in the highest regard. She was the pinnacle of elegance, refinement, and ambition an emblem of the perfection he constantly strove for. He had studied every detail of her legend, every calculated move that led her to power, every stroke of her infamous beauty. But he never expected to meet someone who had actually known her.

And yet, there you were, standing before him, ageless and composed, your presence both regal and effortless. You, who had walked beside the Beautiful Queen herself. You, who had been her acolyte, had seen her rise and fall with your own eyes.

At first, he was skeptical. Many admired the Great Seven, but few could claim to have known them personally. But as you spoke,of courtly intrigue, of the Queen’s dedication to her craft, of the sharp mind behind her legendary beauty,he knew you weren’t lying. Every detail you provided matched what he had read, and then some. You spoke of nuances only someone who had been there could know. It was astonishing.

“You knew her,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “Truly knew her.”

You smiled softly. “I did. And I see a piece of her in you.”

Vil felt a shiver run down his spine. It was a compliment of the highest order. He had spent his life striving to be as captivating, as powerful, as poised as the Beautiful Queen. To hear it from someone who had been by her side… it felt surreal.

He was full of questions. What perfumes did she favor? What was her personal beauty regimen? Did she ever feel insecure, even at the peak of her rule? Was there ever a moment where she faltered? He wanted to know everything, every secret, every unspoken detail.

But what truly fascinated him was your perspective. “You must have been close to her,” he mused, watching you carefully. “Did you ever fear her?”

You considered the question, tilting your head slightly. “Fear? No. I respected her. She was cunning, but she was not cruel without cause. She understood the weight of power and the cost of beauty. She taught me that to be admired, one must be feared just enough.”

Vil’s lips curled into a slow smile. “And do you follow that lesson still?”

“I do,” you admitted. “But I’ve learned that admiration without understanding is shallow. The Queen was feared for her beauty, but few understood the burden of it. You, however, understand that weight. That’s why you are not just beautiful,you are formidable.”

His breath caught. Flattery was nothing new to him, but your words held the weight of history, of someone who had seen legends rise and fall. To be acknowledged by you was no small thing.

From that moment on, Vil held you in the highest regard. He valued your opinion on everything,his performances, his fashion choices, his approach to leadership. You weren’t just another admirer, you were someone who had witnessed true greatness and found him worthy of the same heights.

And in return, he ensured that you were treated with the dignity you deserved. If anyone dared to question your wisdom, they faced his scathing tongue. If anyone disrespected you, he reminded them, with icy precision, that you were not just anyone.

You were legacy. You were history.

And in his eyes, you were nothing short of magnificent.

Idia Shroud

For someone who spent most of his time locked away in his room, Idia knew a surprising amount about the Great Seven. Not just the basic history everyone learned in school,he knew the strategies they used, the choices that led to their victories, the little details that only the most obsessive researchers could piece together.

So when he found out that you, his s/o, had actually known them? Had worked alongside them? Had been there for everything?

Yeah. That was a full system crash moment.

"You're—you’re serious? You're not messing with me? You actually met them?" Idia’s voice was higher-pitched than usual, his hair sparking wildly.

You nodded, amused by his reaction. "I didn’t just meet them, Idia. I was their acolyte. I worked beside them. I saw them rise to power."

Idia made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a strangled squeak. He scrambled to grab his tablet, typing furiously. "Okay, okay, hold up,I need details. All of them. What were they actually like? Did they really do all those things the history books say? "

You told him about the Queen of Hearts’ unwavering sense of order, the King of Beasts’ cunning, the Sea Witch’s unmatched charisma. You spoke of the Sorcerer of the Sands' intellect, the Fairest Queen’s beauty and ambition, the king of the under wicked humor, and the thorn fairy unmatched power.

Idia hung onto every word like he was absorbing the lore of his favorite RPG. "Wait, wait,so the Lord of the underworld was actually as sarcastic as the stories say? And the Sea Witch? A total manipulator, right?"

You grinned. "You have no idea."

Idia let out an excited wheeze, nearly vibrating. "This is insane. My partner is literally the ultimate lore drop. This is like finding a hidden character in a game that suddenly reveals the entire backstory of the world!"

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Glad to know I’m just a walking DLC to you."

"No, no, you’re, like, the main storyline! The secret boss fight with a tragic yet incredible backstory! The one that players theorize about for years!"

You shook your head, but you couldn’t help the fond smile on your lips.

Later, as he finally calmed down, he looked at you, quieter now, more thoughtful. "You know… that must’ve been lonely. Living through all that, watching history play out firsthand."

You hesitated. "…Sometimes. But I had them. And now, I have you."

His hair turned pink. "Ugh, you can’t just say things like that. It’s super effective, okay? My HP is dropping."

You chuckled, leaning closer. "Then I guess I’ll have to revive you."

Idia sputtered, turning bright red. "G-great, now I’m dealing with status effects. I didn’t sign up for a romance route!"

You only laughed, watching as he melted into a flustered mess.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus had lived for centuries, his lifespan stretching far beyond that of most beings. Yet, for all his years, he had never encountered someone quite like you,someone who had not only witnessed history but had actively shaped it. You weren’t just a bystander to the stories of the Great Seven; you had stood beside them, walked through the rise and fall of their reigns, seen their triumphs and their downfalls with your own eyes.

It fascinated him.

Dragons hoarded treasures, and Malleus had spent his long life collecting knowledge, legends, and history. But you,your memories were worth more than any artifact. You weren’t just a piece of history; you were history.

“I have read countless accounts of the Great Seven,” he mused one evening, his emerald eyes glowing in the dim candlelight of the Diasomnia dorm. “Yet none compare to hearing the truth from you.”

You laughed softly. “You say that now, but if I start rambling about how the Queen of Hearts once lost a game of croquet to a commoner, you might change your mind.”

Malleus’ lips curled into a rare smile. “On the contrary, I find such tales far more valuable than the embellished versions written in books.” He leaned forward slightly, his gaze intent. “Tell me more. What were they truly like?”

So you told him,of the Queen of Hearts' temper, the King of Beasts' boundless charisma, the Sea Witch’s cunning. You painted them as they truly were, not just as rulers but as people with flaws and ambitions, regrets and victories. Malleus listened, utterly captivated, hanging onto your every word.

Yet, even with all his fascination, there was something deeper beneath it,something warm, something fond.

“I envy you,” he admitted one night, voice low and contemplative. “To have known such figures personally, to have stood beside them in their prime… It must have been extraordinary.”

You tilted your head. “It was. But it was also lonely.”

His expression shifted, as if he understood all too well. “Ah.”

A quiet stretched between you, comfortable yet laced with unspoken words. Malleus had spent much of his life set apart from others, and though he was feared and respected, few truly knew him. You, however, did. And you, more than anyone, knew what it was like to outlive those around you.

“You are not alone,” Malleus said at last, his voice carrying a quiet promise. “You need not carry their stories by yourself. If you wish, I will remember them with you.”

Something in your chest tightened at that,at the sincerity in his voice, at the way his glowing gaze held yours as if offering you something precious.

You smiled. “I’d like that, Malleus.”

His eyes softened, and for the first time in a long while, you felt truly understood.

English is not my first language

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How Diasomnia Would Show Their Affections:

Tags: Fluff, headcannon, F!Reader

Twisted Wonderland:

Malleus Draconia:

As the fae prince he is, Malleus would enjoy having little tea parties with you. He'd carefully and deeply listen to you speak about your day and would offer his unique comments and remarks while you both have coffee (or if you dislike coffee, he'd give you your favourite beverage).

He'd also shower you with gifts and presents, since he's inexperienced in relationships and would give you nearly everything he thinks you'd like. You feel like eating ice-cream? Malleus would get you almost all flavours available. You feel like buying a ring? Malleus would probably buy you the entire store. Though, he's really perceptive, and somehow, you find yourself loving every single item he bought.

He'd allow you to play with his horns, something only you're allowed to do. Between you and him, you're also the only one allowed to touch the scales on his forehead. He'd pull you onto his lap while you try to do your NRC tasks and run his fingers through your hair.

He would also enjoy looking at you. Yes. As in, staring at you. In his eyes, you're the most beautiful, intelligent and sweet human he's ever met in his 178 years of life, and he finds himself wanting to memorize your everything.

On your birthday, he'd give you a large ice-cream cake baked by the finest bakers in Briar Valley. What? It's non-negotiable, it has to have ice-cream in it. Aside from that, he'll frequently gift you rare flowers from his homeland.

Lilia Vanrouge:

Being the experienced fae he is, Lilia would be very romantic with you. You're hungry? He'll offer to cook for you---- what? Fine, he'll buy you your favourite snacks. You feel tired? He'll cuddle with you and stroke your hair, embracing you.

One thing about Lilia is that he'll never leave you alone, and I mean, NEVER. Your classes are over? Perfect timing! Somehow, his also just ended. Don't ask why or how or when. You're going to eat meatball spaghetti from the cafeteria? Soulmate telepathy. He was also going to eat that, so he'll pay for you both! You're going to bathe? Fantastic! He was also— no. Just no.

Like Malleus, he'll give you all sorts of gifts. Flowers, jewelry, souvenirs from his travels, prized possessions, everything! After all, what's his is also yours. He'll also give you some of his shirts to wear. He finds you really cute when you wear it, you see? Super magicamgrammable!

When you're sleepy, he'll sing you lullabies to help you fall asleep. He'll lay beside you and stroke your cheek, pressing kisses to your forehead as you drift off to dreamland.

Sebek Zigvolt:

Sebek being tsundere is a universal fact, and thanks to this, he has two extremes. He will either actively avoid you during school hours or try to discreetly follow you around when he's done with his duties at Diasomnia with the excuse of "checking how much of a threat you are to Young Master". When you approach him, he'll either become beet red and say something along the lines of "foolish human, always plaguing my thoughts and disturbing me from my duties!", or he'll simply huff at you and walk away.

When you become closer to him, he'll often throw a present or two at you and stalk off for his "duties", but we all know that he'll be secretly watching you to see your reaction to his gifts. Other times he's not so lucky, since you manage to catch him before he can run and pull him beside you to tease him and bicker with him. He won't admit that easily, but it's one of the highlights of his day (the other being serving the Young Master).

During cafeteria hours, he'd come up to you and sit beside you with his food, claiming that "the other seats were full, so this was the only place left", but we all know that's not the case, is it? He'd offer some of his salmon carpaccio to you if you look tired.

On days you feel down, Sebek would buy you your favourite comfort foods from Mr. S' Mystery shop and sit with you, pretending to be busy, but in actuality? His gaze has been on you from the very start.

Silver:

He is a capable knight, so naturally, Silver would enjoy having you cheer for him during his knight training sessions at Diasomnia and swordsmanship practice. He'd even offer to teach you swordfighting, but it wouldn't be necessary since he'll always protect you.

He would send you letters and small presents through his little animal friends. You're done with history class? Now you have to open the class windows discreetly to receive a letter from Silver tied to a little bird's foot. You're going to the cafeteria? No need. A baby squirrel will lead you to a shaded spot in the courtyard, where Silver awaits with a homemade lunchbox for you. And yes, he made it for you. Some delicious ravioli.

After a tiresome day, Silver would pull you into bed with him for power naps. He'd pull you close to his chest and stroke your hair until either one of you or both of you fall asleep. A cold room, warm covers and his even warmer embrace.

Silver would help you out with your tasks, and afterwards, he'd play with your hair. He'd braid them, put flowers in them and what not! What? He wants every part of you to be equally loved.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this. Do send requests for more! 💚

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distraction

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Vil can resist any puppy eyes.... except his own children's.

Continuation of Vil obviously not having younger siblings/pushy wards.

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WELCOEM TO MY FUCK HOUSE

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Do you guys also think about old silver? And how all of Diasomnia will have to watch him age faster than them? Do you?

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Very Silly Concept: a show called "Accessibility Nightmares" but it's structured exactly like Kitchen Nightmares. An accessibility specialist goes to different establishments and helps them make their businesses more accessible.

The accessibility specialist asks why the door at the top of the small set of stairs has a wheelchair symbol on it. The owner replies that's the accessible bathroom. The camera zooms in on the specialist as they process this information.

A customer with a service dog comes in to a restaurant. The hostess tells them they don't allow dogs. The accessibly specialist looks over at the hostess like

And there are web accessibility episodes too. The accessibility specialist stares at the white text on the light pink background of the home page like

The specialist asks why not a single product picture has alt text, and the business owner says "Well I mean, it's makeup, why would a blind person be shopping for makeup?" The specialist just

The specialist asks the web designer how a screen reader user is supposed to complete the captcha portion of the password reset process when there is no audio alternative. The designer admits they don't know.

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Porn fic that takes fifty thousand words to get to the fucking and it's not even a slow burn, it just takes that much worldbuilding to properly contextualise the author's incredibly specific kink.

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Twisted Wonderland characters when their lover lovingly brushes, braids, or runs their fingers through their hair.

(Featuring: Cater, Leona, Jamil, Vil, Idia & Malleus)

Cater Diamond

“Babe, are you sure this isn’t gonna pull?” Cater asked, resting his head in your lap with a playful smirk on his lips.

You combed your fingers through his light orange strands, careful not to catch on a tangle. “Positive. I’m being gentle.”

Cater sighed dramatically, closing his eyes. “Mmm, okay. I trust you~”

The room filled with the sound of the brush gliding through his hair. Occasionally, he peeked up, taking selfies to capture the moment—captioned with hearts and “#loversgoals.”

When you started to braid a section behind his ear, he stilled, a rare moment of silence. His fingers brushed your wrist.

“…You’re way too good at this. Can we do this every night?”

Leona Kingsholar

He grumbled when you sat behind him, but didn’t move away. “Tch. If you tug too hard, I’ll bite.”

You chuckled, gently running your fingers through his thick hair. “You say that every time.”

His ears twitched as you found a rhythm—slow strokes, careful detangling, scratching lightly at his scalp. A deep, contented rumble reverberated from his chest.

Eventually, he slumped forward, tail flicking lazily. You started a loose braid near the nape of his neck.

“…You’re not gonna show anyone this, right?”

“Nope.”

“Good.”

He didn't say anything when you pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Jamil Viper

He sat in front of you, back straight, posture disciplined—even while letting you comb through his long, silky hair.

“You don’t have to, you know,” he murmured, not meeting your gaze in the mirror.

“I want to,” you said softly, brushing from scalp to ends with utmost care.

His eyes fluttered closed. You could see his shoulders ease, tension melting away with every pass of the brush.

You started weaving a simple braid. Jamil watched you in the mirror, his gaze softening.

“...No one's ever done this for me before.”

You kissed his temple. “Get used to it.”

Vil Schoenheit

“This is sacred ground, you know,” Vil teased as he handed you his finest boar-bristle brush.

“And yet here you are, letting me into the holy land,” you quipped.

He sat with regal poise, but the trust was unmistakable. You worked slowly, brushing his light-blonde locks until they gleamed.

The ends curled slightly when you gathered them to braid. Vil hummed in approval, glancing at your reflection behind him.

“Delicate but firm... You’ve been practicing.”

You chuckled. “I’ve had a beautiful muse.”

He smiled—genuine, proud. “Flatterer. But I suppose I’ll allow it.”

Idia Shroud

You found him sprawled on the bed, tangled blue hair a chaotic mess from gaming and sleepless nights.

“Idia, when’s the last time you brushed this?” you asked, gently lifting a knot.

“Uh… what year is it?” he mumbled into the pillow.

You laughed, sitting beside him and starting with your fingers before switching to a brush.

He tensed at first, but slowly melted into the mattress with each soft pull. The tips of his ears flushed pink.

“…This is like, major intimacy points. You sure you’re ready for this level?”

“I’ll take the risk,” you said, smoothing out another section.

“…I think I love you more now.”

Malleus Draconia

He sat quietly, cross-legged before you, the room bathed in moonlight. His dark hair shimmered in the silver glow, cascading down his back like silk.

“Are you certain?” he asked, glancing back at you. “Touching my hair is… not a small thing among fae.”

You met his gaze, voice soft. “Only if you want me to.”

After a moment, Malleus nodded. “Then I offer it to you.”

You started slowly, brushing out the long strands, careful around his horns. He didn’t speak, but his breathing deepened, shoulders softening with each stroke.

Eventually, you gathered part of his hair and wove it into a loose braid, tying it with a ribbon.

“…This is the most peace I’ve felt in centuries,” he murmured. “Your hands… they carry warmth my heart longs for.”

You kissed his shoulder. “Then let me give it to you. As often as you’ll let me.”

He closed his eyes. “Then I shall never refuse.”

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I think more people need to play around with Damian's speech. Don't get me wrong, I love the antiquated Victorian child style of speech, but also he's a teenager that swears plenty in the comics. We really need more scenes like:

Damian: Father, I regret to inform you that I have been assigned in-school suspension for the next three days.

Bruce: What, why?!

Damian: My classmate Kevin was disparaging a female classmate for turning him down, so I called him 'a rizz-less, basic-ass neckbeard bitch' and said I was going to fuck his mom and give her a son she'd actually love.

Bruce: *is completely speechless*

Damian: That is all I needed to tell you. If you will excuse me, I have homework to complete before dinner and patrol.

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Lex Luthor hates Superman, Lex Luthor hates the Justice League, bla bla bla… You know who Lex must really hate? Bruce Wayne.

Because he knows that bitch is Batman. He’d worked it through that big brain of his and he’s without a doubt certain that the same idiot who spilled champagne on him last New Year’s Eve moonlights as the Batman.

But he can’t fucking prove it. So he’s resigned to a lifetime of having to make stilted conversation filled with double meaning while Brucie just flutters his eyelashes and pretends to be a ditz. And Lex just has to sit there and take it, because Bruce knows that Lex knows and absolutely uses that knowledge to fuck with Alex at every opportunity—he says the absolute shittest, godawful pickup lines and flirts to his heart’s content, knowing full well that he helped Superman kick Lex’s ass last week and that Lex knows it was him.

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Idea

Billy, who's in Gotham for some reason, decided that he does not wanna deal with being on the streets in Gotham

Fawcett is crazy that's true, but Gotham's dangerous, both for residents and visitors

But Billy has heard of Bruce Waynes infamous gaggle of black haired blue eyed children (with a few deviations). And looking at Billys black hair and blue eyes? He fits the bill

So maybe he could just, blend into them and camp at the manor for the time being. Maybe they won't notice an extra kid

The plan went rather smoothly, he stayed in one of the multitude of quest rooms, sneaked into the kitchen during the night and stayed out of sight. He was finally warm and dry and full, something that hasn't happened all at the same time since the death of his parents

But when it was time for Billy to leave, the wayne kids refuse to let him go

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Interviewer, catching Damian in costume: Robin! Can you explain the process of picking up Robin or passing on the mantle?

Damian, mildly annoyed at Bruce at the moment: It's quite simple. Batmam steals young children from their bed, usually nine or ten or so. Then he takes you to his lair and give you a deal.

Damian: If you can beat him in a game of your choosing, he will train you to be Robin. If you lose, you are eaten. I beat him in a classic fencing game. He's quite good with swords, but he wasn't very good with the sport itself.

Tim, standing next to him: Yeah, I beat him at a memory card game. I like totally cheated, but I'm too old for him to eat now, so ot doesn't matter.

Damian, nodding: Yes. The worst part of the job is disposing of failed Robins bones. He usually sucks them clean and leaves them all over the floor.

Tim: Yeah, its messy. But after you hit, like 15 he stops trying to eat you, so that's cool.

Damian: I have not yet reached 15. I'm still in danger. If you have more questions, ask Nightwing, as he was the first to avoid being eaten.

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Same interviewer, at a different date: Mr. Nightwing. Is it true Batman tries to eat potential Robins?

Dick, who has no idea what she's taking about: Yeah, it's really scary. His jaw unhinges like a snake.

[miloss-world]

AU where Tim dresses up as Ra's and the whole league thinks it's Ra's possessing him and by the time Ra's realises he hasn't seen anyone in days Tim already has the assassins on his payroll

:)

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they've been at it for 40 minutes

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my mom is 61 and her bf is a huge nerd and he’s teaching her to play magic the gathering and he had her watch avatar the last airbender with him and his ringtone is terra’s theme from final fantasy 6 and he paints pictures of sephiroth. my mom’s bf is nerdier than i’ll ever be.

and she does all these pinterest crafts and now she makes little bejeweled vials of healing potions for him and his buddies. my little geek heart can’t handle all this.

edit: just picture a 60-something woman with a VERY thick minnesotan accent saying “mike is having me watch the naruto”

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damn all this girl does is draw grian