#TWST scenario

[twistedwonderlandsimps]

Small Yuu Hunt Idea

Okay but like what if Yuu Hunt, older sibling of Rook Hunt, was just this constantly haggard and tired person. They’re the complete opposite of Rook. It’d be even more funnier if the rest of the Hunt family was similar to Rook. Yuu would just be surrounded by these overly theatrical people 24/7 and questioning their entire existence. They'd be running up to Grim and be like:

“Grim! Grim, I need your help! Do you think I’m adopted? Do I look adopted? I think I might be adopted. Or maybe I got switched at birth at the hospital.” “Under the Hunt family’s watch? Face it, Yuu, you’re completely blood-related to them.” “Frère/soeur!~” “Bordel de merde! Shit! Rook’s coming. See you later, Grim! I'm ditching this place!” “Oi, you think I wanna be left alone with your little brother?! Take me with you!”

Yuu’s terrified of Rook because while the rest of their family are… well, unique, Rook is just a whole different breed.

Imagine Yuu Hunt using a crossbow for its speed and accuracy (or maybe a gun for hunting?), one which they use to keep Rook at bay because he keeps trying to hunt them down for some reason?! Out of all their siblings, Rook’s the only one who does this and they are terrified.

Like, Yuu would be peacefully taking a walk outside and suddenly an arrow shoots past just inches away from their face. 

But of course as a Hunt, Yuu is also a seasoned hunter. It's just that they mostly use their skills to evade their siblings, especially Rook, when they have to.

Alternatively, Rook's the only outlier in their family but it's still the same story for Yuu. Rook always keeps on hunting them and never their other siblings.

Yuu, having a mental breakdown: Rook… Rook, what are you doing in my house Ramshackle? *crying* What are you doing in Ramshackle? Rook, standing in the darkest corner of their room: Bonjour!~

[twstedstoryshop]

Prize for @windalchemist001 from my fan event in August. I apologize deeply to the prize winners for how long these are taking as my life is taken up a lot by my new job and that drains me of working on these. But these are slowly but surely coming along, I assure you. Until then, please bear with me. -Shopkeep

Finding Out You Have A Crush On Him

Trey I believe would come to figure out your crush through overheard conversations or someone having to spell it out for him. Either due to Ace and Deuce unknowingly gossiping over your crush or Cater just straight up telling him in his own Cay-Cay way.

Now Trey wasn’t a romanticist at heart, especially considering how he blundered with the Ghost Bride way back when. So with this newfound knowledge, Trey would do the best thing he can think of… Sit on this knowledge and never let it surface.

What else is he supposed to do? Go charging up to you, declaring he likes you too and should totally start dating? That wouldn’t be fair to you, putting you on the spot.

Instead, he allows you to let you sort out your feelings, whether you pursue them or not. There’s no pressure in whatever choice you do.

Though it wouldn’t be too hard to notice on your end that Trey would start acting a bit awkward and stiff. He doesn’t mean to come off like that, but when in the face of someone he knows who likes him, he can’t help but maybe straighten his posture more. Maybe act a bit more softer.

Trey is always marked as the reliable older brother type. So with a highschool crush on him, it wouldn’t hurt to maybe act a little like his age. An awkward boy unsure of how to navigate this newfound affection. Who knows, maybe act a bit selfish and roll a little in your attention just for him alone.

Malleus could either or having someone tell him about your crush. Most likely Lilia in his teasing ways. Or perhaps with his keener senses, noticed your affections for him.

With the knowledge of your crush, Malleus would feely content in the way a satisfied cat would smirk after finishing its creme. It would be hard not to catch Malleus’ very good mood for the following days.

The weather would be pleasant, not a single cloud in the sky, and the wind is gentle. Something that may or may not catch some of NRC’s attention, especially if it’s expected to be cold or rainy weather for the season.

Malleus, while eager, would wait with baited breath to see what his dear child of man would do to convey their love. It gives him a great satisfaction to be wanted and chased after, so he would want to hear it from you first.

Even if you have stutters or slip-ups, Malleus finds it all so endearing and locks your attempts of confession under lock and key in his memory. What he wouldn’t allow is if someone dares to interrupt you when you’re working up the courage to tell your feelings.

A quick thunderclap and a venomous glare gets his point across before he immediately looks back to you with a softened expression. “You were saying, my dear child of man?”

It would be a relatively peaceful courtship until the confession is made thanks to some sway from the dragon prince himself.

Silver would definitely have to be told outright of your feelings. For comedy’s sake, it would be hilarious if the one who had to spell things out for him was Sebek of all people.

The loud-mouthed proud guard would be aghast of how oblivious Silver was. The fact that he could pinpoint something beyond Silver’s recognition has him smug one moment but also a little annoyed for your sake. Not that he would ever admit that.

Once Silver truly digested Sebek’s words, Silver’s handsome features would burst into a magnificent shade of pink. Flushed either from embarrassment over his crude unawareness and a part deeply flattered by your affection.

Silver wouldn’t make any moves though as you mulled over your feelings. He wouldn’t dare try to put you on the spot, but you do notice how lately he feels a bit more caring and gentleman-ly personally for you.

If Malleus or Lilia didn’t need him, Silver would often escort you wherever you needed to go despite you knowing your way around. He even tries to lend a hand in helping you study. Despite his own grades suffering a bit with his sleeping habits.

Silver would be uncertain about all this though, truth be spoken. He’s never really had romantic feelings before or felt much need for a romance in the first place. But the idea that someone liked him so innocently and sincerely does charm him profoundly.

Like a shy forest creature, daring to come near him and be in his presence, he only wished to offer his hand towards you. Who knows, maybe falling a lil bit in love wouldn’t be so bad during his high school days…

[atierrorian]

| Glad it's you | — R.H

PARING: Rook Hunt x Deaf!reader

SYNOPSIS: All your entire life, you knew silence. But—it isn't as bad as people make it out to be. Because even with your biggest flaw, he still chose you.

˗ˏˋGENRE ´ˎ˗ — Romance, fluff, angst/comfort

˗ˏˋCW ´ˎ˗ — Rook is already a warning. Ooc, mentions of bullying, stalking(It's Rook, duh) horrible poetry.

˗ˏˋNOTES ´ˎ˗ — Wow! It has been a while and I am so sorry for not making anything in quite some time, I've become so busy nowadays that writing has barely crossed my mind, so I'll make most of my free time writing this!

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♡ "Are you really willing to accept me?" ♡ "I've accepted you a long time ago."

People always pitied you for as long as you can remember now. Frequently assuming it must be hard not being able to hear. And yeah, sometimes—but it isn't as bad as they make it out to be, if anything, you find solace in the silent world you have lived in all your life. Sure, there were times when it was hard to understand people, especially if they didn't know sign language.

Luckily, you mostly used poems to interact with them. Though, it was amusing to see them struggle to grasp your poems—that's what makes it fun anyway.

And so, making use of your skills, you swiftly wrote down another poem for a certain hunter. He's one of the few people you've known who could actually decipher what your poems meant. And it's not to say each and every time you show him your masterpiece, he always seems to be on your level when it came to writing back to you.

It always makes you feel giddy inside when he writes back to you. Re-reading every syllable. Caressing the ink that was clearly carefully written with such consideration with each word he used, you couldn't help but feel as though he was hinting to you about something.

You scoffed; shaking the thought away. Who were you trying to fool? This was the Rook Hunt you were thinking about! He's like this with everyone. Besides—why would he go for someone who had a defect? To say the least, you weren't insecure with your disability but, thinking about the blonde hunter who seemed to always cross your mind whenever you wrote—you couldn't help but feel your heart tightening in your chest from such thoughts.

In the end, why would he choose you? You're nothing special, far from it anyway. You're just someone who could never hear and someone who just writes to communicate. But, even then, you were still wrapped around his fingertips. And besides—it doesn't hurt to hope, right?

You felt a hand placed on your shoulder, you froze. You had never stayed still like a statue so fast in your entire life until now. What? Millions of thoughts were racing through your mind right now—was it another of the students who were here to once again chuck balled up papers again? Take your poems away from you and ripped them to pieces or flames it until there's nothing left but ashes?

"Awww, what's this? Another one of your silly stories?"

"Look! It's another one of their love poems!"

"Pathetic if you ask me."

You didn't focused on them, you never even knew what they were saying, and you could care less what insults or degrading comments they were spewing from their filthy mouth. Your knees on the ground while clutching onto what was remains of the paper you once cherished. And they tore it all up like it was nothing.

Shuddering from the memory, you closed your eyes and continued to look at your lap; prepared for whatever torture they were gonna do to you again. Tore your poems? Throw paper at you? Mocking at you while you cry in tears because they had nearly killed you? What else did they had in store for you?

You gripped the paper even harder, shutting your eyelids even tighter if that was even possible. You were scared.

Huh.

You felt a piece of paper slid onto your lap, hesitantly, bit by bit, you forced your eyes to open to see what it was. Was it an insult written in a letter? If so, then you're surprised that they were even intelligent enough to finally realized that you had a hearing disability instead of using their vocals to try and insult you.

But no, it was not anything you expected or thought. Instead, your vision was blessed with a familiar handwriting. Subconsciously, you read what was was written on the white letter that graced your sight, and goodness it always doesn't fail to make your blood rushing through your face. By the sevens, how does he always make you feel this way?

Why such a blue face? You don't need to be ashamed of such a heartache; If you need someone to wipe your tears, my heart will gladly volunteer; What you consider flaws, is what I consider perfection —

Mon Cherie, you are the belle of my dairy heart, You, sweetheart, have me wrapped around your fingertips; I will never let go of the string that wraps around my wrist; That connects me, to you.

My heart beats loudly; even you could hear it— If your heart longs for anything, Mon cherie, just write to me; And tell me all your silly sorrows. -Rook Hunt

Though it was short and simple, you couldn't help but re-read the words every now and then. You smiled seeing the words written on the paper. How could you not? His words sweet like candy, it was addicting in a way even you were worried you wouldn't get enough of it. Or maybe it's too late for you.

Your heart started racing so fast you thought even you could hear it. The more you examined the poem the more it started to look like a love confession. But it couldn't be that, could it? You so badly wanted to hope that you had a chance but you didn't want to get your hopes up.

You, sweetheart, have me wrapped around your fingertips.

Those lines, shit, you couldn't help but swoon over them. Clutching the poem, you finally gazed at the author with wonders and hope. He smiled at you and signed those three words you've been waiting to see.

"I love you."

Was it even possible for your heart to be beating faster than it was before? You held the poem closer to your beating heart, trying to conceal it; worried he might hear it. It felt like your heart was about to leap out of your chest. You sighed dreamily and thanked your heart for choosing him.

Meanwhile, Rook chuckled seeing your flustered expression. He found beauty in all things whether it was considered good or bad to others. But he found you the most beautiful of them all. He won't lie, he fell for you hard when he saw you. Because even when he learnt about your flaw, it didn't matter to him; you were still the fairest of them all. You weren't able to hear his words—but that's alright; he'll gladly write thousands or more letters if it meant to show you just how much he loves you.

He'd gladly and happily dance in hot and burning shoes if it meant to show you his devotion to you, just to show how much he cares for you. And if anyone were to make you doubt? Let's just say they wouldn't be coming closer to you anymore if they caused you pain. But before that, he'd come and comfort you, with words written on paper just so all your worries would go away.

Even if his fingers start to go numb and bruises appear, he won't stop until he finally sees you smile. He's glad that his heart chose you.

END

Wow! Uhm, heyy ik it's been awhile but I finally found enough inspiration to make this! Again sorry it's been awhile I've been so busy that I barely found any time to write at all, but I do hope you guys liked this!

[squidwen]

TWST Scenario

Azul: “But Y/N, how can I improve my image without taking other people’s talents?”

MC/Yuu: “You could change your name.”

Azul: “What’s wrong with Azul?”

MC/Yuu: “Say it backwards.”

Azul: “Luza.” (Loser)

MC/Yuu: …

Jade and Floyd: *try not to be sick from how hard they’re laughing*

Azul: *knows he will never hear the end of this*

[shinjisdone]

When you have an Secret Admirer - and it's not them (3; Octavinelle)

A love letter was left at your door and now you are searching for that 'secret admirer' - everyone wants to help you out...but have their own reason for it.

'I wish for your stay at this college to be fruitful, with no stress engulfing you in any way, shape or form...'

form of headcanons + scenario-ish

[note: reader is gender-neutral but mostly mentioned in 2. pov; a series of everyone you meet following you. headcanon will follow each char. own thoughts on the situation. mostly nervousness, slight jealousy & stubbornness]

Part 1: Heartslabyul

Part 2: Savanaclaw

Part 4: Scarabia

Part 5: Pomefiore

Part 6: Ignihyde

Part 7: Diasomnia

You performed surprisingly well in alchemy class.

After everything, you decided to stay in your room, using the 'gift' to study. It served well to avoid Crewel's ire and as a good distraction on all the wishpering rumors swimming about in school. Heartslabyul and Savanclaw are big dorms and while the first is rather meek of Riddle's wrath, the latter had no problem sharing their experience with everyone they met that week.

A part of you knew of their insensitiveness as Savanaclaw students and that they had to deal more with just that incident, so you believed it best to stay alone for now. You did not listen to Ace's and Deuce's texts, just giving brief responses nor did you accept Heartslabyul's invitation to their Unbirthday parties. You couldn't bear listening to Jack's attempt to be direct when trying to cheer you up and you did not want to bother him and Ruggie, making them believe they have to shield you from their own dorm. On top of that, Leona suddenly started to take the same classes as you, staring through your soul but refusing to speak.

The words were spread and it feels like all you can do is wait it out until things cool down.

Floyd Leech

You see, there is no need for anything in Octavinelle to happen for Floyd to catch wind of things.

Huh? What's this? Flowers were stolen, people shot into the air? Sounds like fun! Why isn't he invited to these things?

It's when he's squeezing a Heartslaybul student and they breathlessly confess that this wasn't really done by a prankster as some want to believe - they see themselves as an secret admirer.

An secret admirer...for the Ramshakle prefect.

"Huh?"

In a second the student is dropped on the floor, Floyd letting out one of the most terrefying sounds they have ever heard. He bends down to their level in such speed it renders them frozen, as he inquires them of more information.

...A secret admirer, for real? And...they've got their eye on...Shrimpy...

It was a mistake to think that things would die down in due time.

Right as you entered the hallway, fast footsteps could be heard racing towards you before you are hoisted up in long, strong arms.

"Shrimpy~~~! What the hell?"

Floyd squeezed you closer against his chest, rocking you back and forth as if you were a toy, not needing air. You are not let go before you give him the answers he wants to hear.

"Hehe, what's up with this 'secret admirer' crap? You're not seriously into that, are you~? No, not my Shrimpy!"

Floyd will not leave you alone. He clings onto you like a leech, his hand always somewhere on you. Why are you looking at him like that, he's just curious! About your dear admirer.

"Say, what else did you get from them? Huh? How lame." "Wouldja like me to do the same for you? Huh? Huh? Wouldja fall for me like a stonefish underwater?" "Do you know who that admirer is, Shrimpy? I would love to meet them - and squeeze them."

It goes on and on the entire day. Before Floyd suddenly jumps up and enthusiastically waves at his brother.

Jade Leech

And there he is, seeing his brother wave at him with such sinister glee with you trapped in his arms. You are approaching Jade whether you like it or not.

With a empty smile he greets you two. Of course, all that Floyd has heard, so has Jade. However, he isn't as brash and direct as him.

Instead he inquires your well-being and day as if nothing was up at all - it only makes you more nervous and he knows that. So he continues.

It is only when Floyd just bursts, letting everything he knows out in a flood of excitement and anger. Jade nods in understanding before looking at you with his usual, toothy, shark grin.

"Oya, oya...it seems you're quite in a pickle. Never thought that would happen to you, eh? I did."

He puts his hand on your lower back, Jade at the left and Floyd at your right as he leads you into the direction of the Monstro Longue. "Why, we won't let anything happen to you. The least you deserve is the Monstro Longue as our protection. Say, Floyd, should we ask for Azul's help?"

Jade pushes you further with Floyd agreeing happily. The two basically drag you there, Jade having an soft, almost gentleman-like grip on you.

"This is nothing but trouble for you, isn't it? Don't worry, you can rely on me. Always come to me."

What an interesting game.

Jade is fond of playing the bystander and just watching how things unfold and this would also be the case usually. But he must admit, he's kinda vexed.

Oh? An secret admirer at this school? Sure, why not? Makes things interesting.

But an secret admirer for you? Ah, that does kinda annoy him, takes him out of his routine. Besides, if that person is as adamant on destroying the dorm's reputation like he heard, then as the Vice leader he can't just stand by this time.

Jade doesn't need you to think less of him.

In fact, what an opportunity to have you stick to him like glue - as to 'look out for you'. This 'admirer' is nothing but a troublemaker, bringing everyone against you without your consent - sure, you've eaten well, got a great score in alchemy, are doing well in class, and have an person out there adoring you in addition - but you don't need that when you have Jade, right?

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had loooong known of these...incidents. And it barely has been two weeks!

Well, he's sly, he's fast and he had that one person still owing him when they couldn't pay that one drink...and look at that, they were a Savanaclaw student who happened to visit a friend from Heartslabyul...digging information out is his forte.

So there he is, fixing his tie, laying all utensils symmetrical out and one, two, three...the door opens.

And there you are, in the twins' grip looking as pestered and confused as ever...ah, you do look adorable, whatever you do.

Before you could protest, Azul clears his throat, throws his arms out, his scarf flying up before he announces what you already know.

He mentiones the trouble you went through these weeks, pointing the possible future shenanigans and how much they will negatively affect you...without mentioning that admirer for a second.

He plays his old role well; confident and charmingly sly as he wants you to give in, making all of these seem like trouble where you will end up empty-handed. This isn't worth the hussle.

"So, what say you, dear (Name)-san? What say we make a deal?"

Before you can even open your mouth to protest, you're not stupid

"-Ah, but in return you just have to gain some points by buying from the Monstro Longue. Become a more frequent customer, you know? We can find out who this admirer is and convince them to stop. Honestly, can't they see that they aren't helping you at all? If anything, they are the biggest nuisance out of everyone bothering you-!"

Azul's breath hitches.

There you are, in this exquisite seat, looking away with a glare yet your cheeks are just swelling red. A charming, cherry red that coats your skin so...cutely.

Wh-What?

Did he say something wrong? Did his business strategy go into a complete different direction? Wha-What did he do???

Oh, shoot. Keep it cool, Azul. Get it together.

"...A-as I was saying..."

He breaks the role; back to his stammering, insecure self where the words, which felt so pre-programmed, gave up on him. He adjusts his glasses, tucks his hair behind his ear but that sight of you just...shackled him.

You let out a groan, shooting out of the chair and rubbing your neck. This is a waste of time, you don't even want anyone talking about this person when that is something only meant for you to know-

As you got up to leave, Azul stood up with you, his hand quickly reaching for a pen, before a quiet sound entered the room - of something swift and light falling down. Landing in front of the exit, Jade picked it up with a raise of his brow.

'Deals are meant to be truthful first, not broken second.'

Your heart started to race once he read the message out loud. It had been pounding in your ear, long before an employee bursted into the room and stated that all ingredients were missing with a perplexed expression. Your voice cut short long before guests realized that their orders were not coming, nothing seemed to work in the Monstro Longue. Azul was freaking out, Jade, as ridicilous as he found all of this, did try earnestly to fix the situation by immediately closing the restaurant until they have found everything that has been stolen - sure, they could order more but that's costly! (also, all done by Azul's mother, she won't be happy to know about this!) and who knows if nothing won't be stolen again!

Ok, you think to yourself as you walk back to your dorm, this could be done by someone else. It's all coincidence - not very likely, but possible. You pass by the gate to collide with a distressed Grim, who mumbles about 'cursed soil'. Running over to your backyard, you could see the usual dull green bushes blooming with blue flowers and herbs. They seemed to have congregated on the dead soil, blooming while the rest of the yard looked as soulless as ever. As you were about to ask if your ghostly roommates had anything to do with it, you could spy a pink letter tangled between a blue flower's petals that just grew in size.

'To my dearest (Name)

I hope it's okay with you to call you by your first name. We haven't really met yet, at least not officially, but I was tired of seeming like a stranger to you. I hope you are becoming of these flowers and herbs growing here. I spent a lot of time perfecting a growing spell here on school grounds, so no worries! I didn't intrude on your property or anything. With that spell you can choose in which locations the designated seeds will grow.

Admittedly, that brought along a lot of all-nighters in the garden room and the seeds were hard to find here in NRC, but I wanted you to have useful herbs for alchemy and beautuful flowers...to maybe just look at? The Ramshakle dorm has been abandoned for such a long time and while I know you aren't alone (you got your friends! And a cat, I think?) someone like you deserves a place that is a bit more homey. Do what you want with the flowers and herbs. They are all yours.

And don't worry. I will be giving Octavinelle their ingridients back. I wanted the attention away from you. This is something I'd like to keep between you and me <;3. It's gonna be like mice stole them away to make a cake :).

Besides, they did try to take away the Ramshakle dorm, the only place that could be like a home to you here. Not really fair, is it?'

Your Secret Admirer

Floyd

Haha. Excuse me? Excuse Floyd?

Now he really is mad at that admirer kid. Who the hell do they think they are?

Don't they know that doing this means more work for him? He doesn't wanna hang around the restaurant all daaaaay...

Oh, Floyd isn't stupid. It had to be that student. Even if it wasn't, he'd still let out all his anger out on them. They're makin' lovey-dovey eyes at his Shrimpy.

Now he is stuck here, not being able to go out, not being able to have fun, not being able to see his Shrimpy...

Aaaaaah, is that part of their master plan?

Hehehe...he vows to himself to have this kid kick the bucket. He'll make sure of it personally.

And when he is able to escape his chores and sees some blue grass blooming in your yard like no tomorrow? And seeing that smile on your face while you are admiring them? (While he is spying on you before tackling you in a 'hug'?)

This admirer is dead.

You're lucky Floyd's busy. Or else he will be sure to barrage you with questions, be sure to tell him who the hell this is, where their dorm is so he can end them.

Jade

Oya oya...

How interesting...and irritating.

He, Floyd and Azul now have more work to do than anticipated. On top of that they have to clean everything up before Azul's mom gets wind of this. Honestly, he is more focused on getting things back together than really finding the culprit of this cause...considering everything returns a few days later, with a few pounds of ingrdients used for a 'cake' some 'mice' made. If there were any in NRC, Lucifer would have long caught them.

Jade isn't stupid either. His brother immediately let out his suspicions and he complies without protest. Alas, he unfortunately has to agree with this admirer. It's best if no attention is drawn on you. You wouldn't want that and neither does he. Though if you were congegrated by a mass of students, Jade would gladly take you under his wing ;)

Still, he cleans everything up, pretends all is well once the stuff returns and the restaurant can open again. A facade should be an amicable one. He's fine with letting things go as they do, listening to Floyd's findings with an eager ear and greeting you so pleasantly when he can.

"I hope everything goes well for you. If you need anything at all, just come by. You don't even need to visit Azul if he's being too sly for your tastes - not even to Floyd if you want to. You don't need to enter Monstro Longue at all! You can just come see me and I'll gladly listen. Just come to me."

He'll be your second admirer...though more distant and less admiring and more observing...

Azul

AAAAAAAAAAA

If Floyd is being passive aggressive against anyone and anything who could be your admirer and Jade is sweetly quiet and observant, then Azul is freaking out.

How could this happen to him?! First this admirer thing and now things got stolen from his restaurant?!

And what's even more infuriating is that vivid memory in his head repeating over and over and over and over again-

Your adorable self avoiding his gaze with the brightest blush he has ever seen on you. If only he could hold this memory positively in his heart but the cause of it was some unknown person. Maybe someone he has never met, someone you have never met!

And you weren't blushing because of him.

You didn't make a deal with him, the restaurant was closed for a few days and if Floyd is right (he usually tells the truth when he's in a bad mood) there are now flowers blossoming in your backyard ever since you left the...restaurant.

This stresses Azul out more than he thought and he needed a day to calm down. Next, he needs to plan this...right...right in a way where you wouldn't even be thinking about this secret admirer ever again...

[imma say it, if it weren't for floyd Octavinelle would be suuuuper borringggggg. azul is a crybaby who i could easily end in a fight and jade is unironically terrifying but also a diet sebastian michaelis]

[aaalso i am running out of shenanigans for the admirer to do ahahhaa...]

[iidias]

UPDATE: @/shyflowers deleted the post. they blocked me on this account, but i saw on my main that they deleted the post and is completely ignoring the fact that they need to face the consequences of their actions. not only that, but everytime someone tried to call them out for what they did, they deleted that person's comment. they also turned off their asks.

UPDATE 2: they changed their url + deleted the post im talking about. tulips, if ur seeing this, we all ready know what u did. there's no use in deleting the post, or turning off ur asks and submissions. just come forward and apologize, it's that easy.

UPDATE 3: im pretty sure they deactivated their blog. their blog name was pinktulipsblog but i didnt want to disclose it for their privacy (also bc i dont want anyone to send threats to them). still though, they could have just stepped forward and apologized, yet they couldnt even do that. pathetic.

i think i caught an art stealer??? idk. i asked them abt it and after seeing art that looks exactly identical and then asking for proof they drew it the blocked me and deleted my replies to their post. so.

this is the original twt link: https://twitter.com/usachangm/status/1401891831441334276?s=20&t=vu2dJ72WOJGKQ3J33gUtoQ

the post in question that i am talking about: https://shyflowers.tumblr.com/post/691455669401010176

here is a screenshot of both drawings side to side as well.

if anyone else finds any info on this, pls lmk!!

[lemonandlime22]

Ok... hear me out- an angsty twst scenario where Yuu and first years are like at the climax of the final boss fight (Malleus or Grim), then Yuu like blinks or something and next thing they know their on laying something and the sound of an alarm clock is going off. When they open their eyes their in their bedroom... in their world.

and now they're left to wonder if it was all a dream or somehow real, and prob searching for anything on their body that they got while in twst. If its not real then they have to greave the friends they made and have to come to terms with the fact that so many important people, things, and memories were all just a very realistic dream. And if it was real they still have to greave the lost friends and maybe (depending on the Yuu) they have to find a way back. If they told anyone they'd definitely be viewed as super weird possibly losing more friends.

Then back in twst (if we go down the real rout) the rest of the first years are ganna have to finish the fight by themselves and after the fight are going to be so confused as to why Yuu went missing mid fight and why all that's left of them is their uniform.

Been thinking about this for a whole 20 min but its got my brain in a choke hold rn.

[maybestoryideas]

Hi, there! I would like to request a scenario in which Leona suddenly falls asleep after the Fairy Gala after getting caught under a sleeping spell and his fem! s/o wakes him with a gentle kiss, breaking the spell. A super fluffy fairytale romance, please! Thanks!

Sweet Dreams, Sweet Prince - Leona x Reader

Author's Note: I hope this turned out well - I don't have a lot of experience writing requests. There's only one paragraph that depicts the Reader in a dress, but otherwise this turned out pretty ambiguous. I hope that's alright Word Count: 2.6k

It’s been a long, grueling day. But at the end of it all, the magestone’s been returned to Crowley. Everyone’s already racing back to their dorms, but who knows how long it’ll take for the temperature to go back to normal. At least, that’s what Leona tells himself as he matches your casual pace.

“I never did thank you for saving us back there,”

Getting caught in the garden’s sprinkler system did a number on you. Your hair is sticking to your skin, there are spots where your makeup is running, and he can see some leaves and dirt clinging to your clothes. By all accounts, you’re the textbook definition of a hot mess. Yet here you are, smiling up at him without a care in the world.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. The whole plan would’ve been ruined if you idiots got caught at the last second.”

“Ah of course, how foolish of me.”

A gust of wind flies by, and your smile immediately becomes a shudder. That frilly dress Vil and Crewel picked out might be good for a snobby party, but it’s about as effective as a bedsheet against the real weather. There’s already goosebumps along your arms. This is why fashion’s a waste of time.

Leona quickly takes you by the hand and pulls you closer. You stumble back into his side as he covers you with his cape. From the corner of his eye, he can see you staring up at him.

“Oh, um… Thanks.”

“No problem.”

It clearly wasn’t made to fit two people, so you have to huddle together to make room; he has his arm around you while you squeeze against him. He’s hyper aware of the way you’re pressed against his side, but tracing shapes into your skin makes for a good distraction. You walk even slower.

But all too soon, you come to a fork in the road. The Hall of Mirrors is on the right, while the winding road to Ramshackle is on the left.

“Guess this is where we split,”

Leona quickly slips out of the cape, letting it fall onto your shoulders. The whole thing covers you like a blanket, and you look down at yourself with an adorable smile.

“You know Vil and Professor Crewel are gonna kill us for getting this thing dirty.”

“You know I don’t care.”

You laugh and he grins.

“Have Ruggie clean that before you give it back. You can come by tomorrow.”

“…Heh, sure thing. Goodnight, Leona.”

And with that, you’re gone.

By the time Leona gets back to his room, he’s more than ready to ditch the fancy get up and dive into bed - heck, he may even sleep in for all of tomorrow. Ruggie can handle a day of managing Savanahclaw by himself. In a matter of seconds, he’s changed into his dorm uniform - the gala clothes lying in a crumpled heap on the chair - and dozing off.

Ting-ting…

His eyes snap open and he sits up.

There, floating by his desk, is a fairy. And they’re staring right at him.

Leona lunges forward and catches the little creature, barely grabbing them before they fly out of reach. Instantly the room is filled with ringing and squeaking as the fairy tries to wiggle out of his grip.

“Oi, shut up! I can’t even understand what you’re saying.”

This, of course, has the opposite effect as intended, and the fairy starts making even more of a racket. Where the heck did he put that stipid bell?!

There! Leona spots a gleam of metal and snatches the bell from the floor. He brings the fairy up so they’re eye-to-eye.

“Alright, talk. What’re you doing here?”

“-a human! You really are a human! I thought I was just imagining things!”

“Answer the question. Who are you?”

“I-I’m a guard for the Gala! There were rumors that some humans snuck into the event and escaped capture… then, when I saw you leaving the garden… but I had no idea…”

Crap. This is bad. Really, really bad.

“You can’t tell anyone any of what you’ve found out.”

“What?! No, I have to tell the Queen.”

“Really. So you’re prepared to tell her how you guards let a bunch of filthy humans sneak into your exclusive party undetected, perform for everyone to see, and then slip out from right under your nose?”

“I-I…”

The poor thing sounds like it’s about to pass out; Leona loosens his grip just enough to give them some breathing room.

“Just keep this to yourself, ‘kay?”

There’s a beat of silence as the two stare at each other.

“I-I can’t!”

The fairy squeezed out of his grasp, and this time they’re prepared when Leona tries to grab them.

A cloud of blue dust hits him right in the eyes.

He’s already out when he hits the floor.

“So, a fairy made this thing?” Deuce holds up the silver bell, inspecting every detail with equal parts curious and doubtful.

“Yeah, it lets you communicate with fairies. Pretty cool, huh?”

“I don’t know if ‘cool’s the word I’d use to describe a giant bell,” Ace shrugs, leaning back in his chair, “I’m just glad you guys managed to fix the heating in the dorms; taking care hedgehogs is hard enough without them burrowing under your clothes for warmth.”

“Excuse me, are (Name) and Grim here? Professor Crewel wants to speak with them.”

You, along with a couple of other students, look up from and to the student standing at the doorway.

“Oooh~” Ace leans into you with a grin, “You’re in trouble~”

“Pft, grow up!” you jokingly shove him off and snatch the bell. You follow the student out of the room but, to your surprise, there’s no one else in the hallway.

“This way,” the student says, “He’s in the infirmary.”

The infirmary? Grim turns to you with an equally confused expression.

“Are we actually in trouble?”

He doesn’t elaborate any further as he leads the way to the infirmary. When you step inside, you see Crewel and Ruggie standing by a bed. There’s someone under the sheets, but you can’t see who.

“You two.”

You two snap to attention at the sound of Crewel’s voice.

“Did either of you notice anything strange about Kingscholar after the events of the Gala yesterday?”

“No,” Grim shook his head, “He was the same grouchy guy as usual. I mean, he came to bail us out when a guard showed up, but that’s it.”

Ruggie sighed.

“Pretty much the same thing I said.”

You peek over his shoulder and manage to get a look at who’s lying in the bed.

“Leona? What’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know. Found him face down on the floor this morning. I thought he was just sleepin’ but nothing I did would wake him. Not even a grumble.”

“Based on what you’ve told me so far, it appears as though he’s been afflicted by some type of magic.”

“So can’t ya just ‘magic’ him awake?”

“Unfortunately, it’s not that simple. Without knowing what or how this came to be, any attempt with magic could range from ineffective to detrimental. The best I can do is try to create a potion that will nullify the effects, but to do that I’ll need some materials from the garden.”

“What do you need?”

Grim and Ruggie stare with wide eyes as you step forward.

“Here, I have a list,”

You snatch the paper from Crewel’s hand and scan over the writing.

“Go fetch these plants and then meet me at the lab.”

Without another word, you nod and turn on your heel, leaving Grim dumbfounded as you step out of the room.

“H-Hey, wait for me!” he yells, scampering off on all fours.

The first thing you notice upon entering the botanical garden is the lack of furniture and decorations that adorned the place just yesterday. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say there was never a party in the first place.

“What’s the rush?” Grim says between wheezing pants, “It’s not like the plants… are going anywhere…”

He leans against your leg for support as he struggles to catch his breath. The sight makes you smile and kneel down to pet his head.

“You didn’t have to come with me if you didn’t want to.”

“It’s fine,” he waves off your hand, “Anything beats sittin’ through another boring lecture.”

With a quick stop to gather the proper tools, you and Grim go about the garden, gathering the items on Crewel’s list. The chime of the silver bell fills the silence as you slowly fill up the bag with all sorts of plants. You’re so focused on the list that you don’t even notice where you’re walking until your foot comes into contact with something. It’s tough, but gives under your weight when you step. Grim has to jump out of the way when you flinch and take a massive step backwards.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t meant to step on your tai-”

An abandoned garden hose lies strewn across the ground. Maybe it’s just you, but the garden feels especially empty today. Grim watches you side-step the hose with a tired laugh.

“What was that all about?”

“Nothing, just… had a case of deja vu.”

The rest of the work goes by uneventfully, but just as you put the last of the plants into the bag, there’s a sound.

“Hello?”

It’s faint, but the silence of the garden allows you to follow the voice until you spot a fairy fluttering in the air.

“Can anyone hear me?” they yelled, “Don’t tell me they already left without me…”

“Um, excuse me?”

“Hm?” they turn and stare at you, “Oh great, a monster and a human. Just what I need!”

“You’re one of the fairies from the Gala, right? What’re ya still doin’ ‘round here?”

“Well I was supposed to report back to the Queen, but it seems like everyone’s already headed back. Maybe I should’ve listened to what that lion said in the first place.”

Lion?

“Do you mean Leona; brown hair, green eyes, scar on his face? Do you know what happened to him? How we can fix it?”

The fairy nearly tumbles backwards with every step you take.

“Yes, well, there was a bit of an… accident last night. But don’t worry! The way to break the curse is quite simple. All you need to do is kiss him!”

You look left. You look right. You even look over your shoulder just to make sure; aside from Grim, you’re the only one standing here.

“When you say ‘you’, do you mean ‘you’ as in me, or ‘you’ in a general sense?”

“I mean you. True love’s kiss will break any spell. You are his true love, right?”

It isn’t even midday yet, but suddenly the garden’s become unseasonably warm.

“PFT-Hahahaha!” Grim cackles as he falls to the grass, clutching his stomach. “You’re kidding me, right?! (Name)?! Where the heck did’ya get that idea?”

You test the weight of the bag with one hand. It’s fairly heavy; you could probably knock Grim out with it. One quick swing is all it would take. At the very least it’d leave a nice bump.

“Are you not… Oh! My apologies, I just assumed- Well, perhaps I could undo the spell another way.”

“That’d be greatly appreciated,” you sigh, “And as for you, Grim. Since you seem to be enjoying yourself so much…”

You lift the bag up above Grim’s head and promptly drop it onto him. He has just enough time to let out a yelp before he’s buried.

“You can take the ingredients to Crewel while I take our guest to Leona.”

“Ffnga! Are you serious?!”

“And don’t even think about telling him what you just heard. Got it?”

The little monster crawls out from under the cloth and glares up at you, but the look you shoot at him is enough to make him shrivel up and gather the bag.

“F-Fine!” he says, waddling away, “But you owe me some premium tuna for this!”

With a sigh, you offer the fairy a spot on your shoulder and briskly walk out of the garden.

“If you need a way back home, there’s a mirror that should be able to help you with that as well.”

“Thank you. And, I apologize for what I said. I saw the two of you walking together last night and I just assumed-”

“It’s a little complicated.”

“Do you hate him?”

“Occasionally,” you chuckle, already passing the statues of the Great Seven.

“Does he hate you?”

“Um… I don’t think so?”

“Then you two like each other?”

“I thought it was called true love’s kiss. Not true like.”

“Joke all you want, but I can tell there’s something between you two.”

“Yeah, about one murder attempt, three counts of assualt, and a lifetime of self-loathing and unfounded inescurities.”

“Oh, ‘unfounded’? What makes you say that?”

“It wouldn’t work out between us.”

“But how does the future affect how you feel right now?”

“Are all fairies this pesky, or are you just the exception?”

They laugh, toying with a lock of your hair as you all but run to the infirmary.

Saying Leona doesn’t treat you differently would be naive, and saying you didn’t feel something for him would be denial. But true love? Can anyone love truly? What does that even mean? To love someone despite all of their faults? To love them because of their faults? Isn’t the fact that you’re doubting your feelings enough proof that it’s not true love? Or maybe it’s a sign that you worry your feelings aren’t good enough. And that’s to say nothing of how Leona feels. Sure he gives you preferential treatment, but who’s to say it’s love and not just passing infatuation? That his feelings for you don’t run as deep as yours do for him - not that you have any idea how deep yours go anyway. What if he just doesn’t feel the same way you do? You can’t fault him for that. You won’t.

Before you know it, you’re back in the infirmary. Leona’s still fast asleep in the bed; it’s almost enough to make you laugh. As you walk over to him, you look back at the fairy who’s made a cute little braid in your hair.

“This true love’s kiss. It has to go both ways, right?”

“Of course! That’s how true love works.”

You sigh and move the fairy off of your shoulder. They giggle behind you, no doubt watching with bated breath as you kneel beside Leona and lean closer. At least this way, you’ll get an answer.

The kiss only lasts for a few seconds before you’re standing back up.

Nothing. Not even a flutter from his eyes. You turn back to the fairy with a sarcastic grin.

“Well there’s the answer. Now it’s-”

A hand grabs you by the arm and yanks you onto the bed. When your vision clears, the first thing you notice is Leona’s tired gaze and sarcastic smirk.

“You’re wakin’ me up every morning from now on.”

“It’s nearly noon.”

“Still counts as morning.”

You should probably get up and tell Crewel that the spell’s been broken. But running around all day has left you more than a little winded; the feeling of Leona running his hands through your hair isn’t helping. Perhaps a quick nap would be fine. Just this once. 

Later that evening, Grim and Crewel would find the two of you fast asleep, right before the former’s voice echoed through the school.

“Are you serious?! HIM?!?”

[mnoxsk]

And for the part 2 for Che’nyas I would like to request how he would react to someone flirting with his s/o and if it’s easy for him to get jealous (sorry if it sounds dumb)

●Of course and no it doesn’t sound dumb ^^ (the only thing I would consider dumb is politics lol) Anyways I hope this post will quench your thirst! ^0^

"𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦." (Jealous!Che’nya x Male!Reader) Headcannons (Part 2)  

Genre: Scenario/Headcannons

-OH BOY-! I don’t know what or why you made this guy jealous BUT YOU NEVER SHOULD :) Even though he’s never straight up verbally told you what he likes and doesn’t like you doing you already were always able to tell from how he “exasperatingly” states things he hates to slightly purring or cutely laughing, nuzzling your neck in the process because he likes what you may have done. SO WHY DID YOU DO IT???

-Che’nya was already aware that you had a friendship with that savanaclaw nobody for a very long time however could tell they wanted more than when what they already had. Of course he didn’t mind for some time since he knew you were his and that you were in a relationship with him but there were a few times that he wished to mess with him.

-He notices every little detail from them, the way they say that they had “leftovers” from their lunch they’d give, touching your hand when they drop their pencil, it’s been awhile since he’s been THIS PISSED OFF. Of course he won’t put is anger upon you because not only does he consider that stupid since it’s not your fault but from seeing what his friend Riddle, being locked away at a young age, feeling like it was his fault, he doesn’t want to jump such drastic measure for such a tiny problem without communication.

-Che’nya may be a fun loving boyfriend but whenever he’s serious it scares tf outa you. These were a rather one of these cases. He will straight up tell you why you’re staying with that nobody or to rather limit the amount of times you meet up with them because HE HATES being invisible, watching your conversation with them, and seeing his boyfriend’s face slightly scrunch up with how uncomfortable you are with them. Makes him want to pull their hair out honesty.

-If you say that you want to keep that relationship with your “friend” because you want to keep it that way and want things to go back he’ll slightly groan and mope around a big BUT HE WILL HELP! Your clothes, pens, books, ANYTHING YOU USE FOR SCHOOL AND TOUCH WILL BE COVERED IN HIS SCENT! Your boyfriend would roll over the bedsheets to cover it with his scent, rub all over your body, AND EVEN WANT TO LICK YOUR HAIR! I‘M NOT KIDDING! He may jokingly say that but if you let him he actually will! He’s always a man of his word, whether he’s joking or not! 

-If they STILL don’t get the point of what you and Che’nya are doing, making a visible move on you, EXPECT CHE’NYA TO OBVIOUSLY BE THERE!

As they forcefully push you to a wall, performing a kabedon on you, the look on their face expressing both anger and jealousy. “You always smell nice like flowers, SO HOW COME YOU SMELL LIKE A CAT!” As they slam on the wall, making you flinch. “Hey that’s not so nice saying that! You should know I keep a good hygiene!” Che’nya smiles widely, walking to the right side of you as he appears. “Maybe I should teach you a few manners before preying on my boyfriend, mutt.” His expression stays the same however you can feel a sense of all that anger had from them, shown through his voice. This could end very badly.

-OBVIOUSLY IT DOES! Your friend obviously gets his ass beat to the point he broke AN ARM and Che’nya almost get’s caught from being in a different school, hurting a student from your school! However luckily your friend realizes his mistake of even trying to pursue you and you still get to stay friends! Che’nya is of course still pissed off with them and will STILL  try to cover your clothes with his scent and give you hickeys (if you don’t mind) on you! He wants to completely make it clear that you’re off limits!

[stormgardenscurse]

Hi~ Some relationship headcanons of Lilia, Azul, Jamil, and Deuce with an S/O who is a very chatty and cheerful person (at least on the outside) but holds a few important secrets to herself?

Notes: This was mostly written as gender neutral (since there was no dialogue that referenced a specific gender). 

And for the secrets, I’ve made it so that it’s something related to their S/O’s backstory, rather than something urgent in the present! 👉👈

Lilia 

Lilia finds it quite easy to sympathize with this quality of yours. He’s actually willing to cover for you if anyone was to try and poke into your secrets! (You’d do the same for him after all.)

It only takes a certain shift in your posture or a look that flickers through your eyes before Lilia subtly shifts the conversation, distracting the person that's enquired about a detail that's just a tad too personal.

It’s fun too, in a way! The understanding between you feels like a little secret that only the both of you share. You could talk vaguely about something without specifics, and the conversation would sail smoothly with the respect that it was all you (or Lilia) wanted to reveal at this time.

It’s like a tentative dance. One that’s quite enjoyable as it displays the trust you had for one another; if it was important to, you’d divulge it to him. It's as simple as that. 

Azul 

At first, Azul did try to ask you about the topics you tended to avoid. (He was admittedly a bit curious, noticing the moments where you slipped into a more serious mood). 

He offered free food and study notes to you lightheartedly, testing how far you’d continue to evade him. When you laugh it off and continue chatting to Azul with a smile, he gets the hint.

Personally, as long as he has the reassurance that you won’t hold back anything that could be harmful to either of you (especially yourself), he didn't mind. He'll just have to slowly earn more of your trust (and maybe become your no.1 confidant, if it comes to it~)

Azul's great at keeping secrets, he assures you. And when you laugh in the way you always do and give him a grin - subtly unguarded, soft - he realizes he'd defend you with all he has, so long as you choose to rely on him.

Jamil

Jamil is quick to catch on, but isn't the type to pry as it isn’t his business and mostly unnecessary.

But get him worried enough, and Jamil might get conflicted; you haven't been eating as much lately, and seem to be more tired than usual. Was it maybe related to the secrets you kept to yourself? 

He finds himself in a dilemma of debating if he should ask, but Jamil unceremoniously finds out the reason by bumping into you in the evening, red-handed.

Once club activities finished, the members would drag you to get snacks and other treats - not to mention rope you into playing video games until late at night. You didn’t have the heart to reject them as they seemed genuinely excited about hanging out, nor did you want to cancel on meet-ups after club with Jamil, since he’s usually busy... 

He’s both exasperated at you and at himself for thinking too drastically ahead. When he sighed, you let out an endeared laugh and took his hand, thanking him for worrying all the same. It was sweet, after all.

Deuce

Deuce did ask you about it once. He’d said that he was willing to lend an ear if you ever needed someone to listen, and you’d trusted him enough to be honest about your feelings. 

That is to say, you told him about your boundaries and how you’d prefer not to go into detail about your secrets. At least not yet.

He understood and respected that of course, but it seems that he was still nervous about the entire thing afterwards. He didn’t accidentally make it really awkward, right? Or offend you? 

These thoughts sometimes flash into Deuce’s head, but upon speaking with you again he’s reassured that you didn’t take it personally (in fact, a part of you was touched that he seemed to be respecting your wishes quite dutifully.)

His initial worry was this; were you putting up a front of cheerfulness to appease other people and make them think you’re alright? If this is the case, Deuce hopes he can one day become someone you can let your guard down with. 

[italoniponic]

Hello! For the event, may I request a scenario with Silver where the reader gushes on and on about their feelings for him by speaking to the small animals that gathered around Silver while he was sleeping next to the reader? However, little does the reader know that Silver woke up in the middle of their talk with the animals and is now listening in to the reader's passionate monologue about him lol. Thank you! Also, apologies if this is a bit confusing or if I did anything wrong :,)

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS ASK GOD BLESS YOU PANDOA (bc I actually know you now)

This took so long but it was worth it! It’s sweet, beautiful, funny… I really hope you like it! There’s a little thing I prepared for this (and that was accidentally foreshadowed in that shy but kind reader request with Rook) and at first I thought “wow this will be so fun” and, when I translated, I was like “english has forsaken me”. I’ll explain better in the special notes with my sweet sparrow song~ Hope you like it, Pandoa!

Thanks for the request <3 |

Silver x gender neutral reader / scenario / 2,7k words / fluff / crush to lovers / ft. woodland animals / lots of monologues about how much i uh i mean you love silver / use of “you” pronouns

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I Wonder For You

You took a big breath.

“I wonder if it's fate we always meet like this or if you’re just a sleepyhead yourself,” despite these words, you ended up laughing softly at the end.

It was another pleasant afternoon in the schoolyard. The Sun wasn’t particularly hot, the fresh wind brought the joys of a blooming spring. You couldn’t really blame Silver for sleeping so peacefully on the soft grass, where small wildflowers reigned and welcomed his presence there. 

He was relaxed beyond comprehension, as if lying in his own bed. By the way the flaps of Silver’s blazer were half open, he must have fallen asleep as he walked through that area, probably enchanted by the same feelings that nature was giving you now. 

You sat next to him at the foot of the tree, where his head was lying. A small group of birds were perched at various points on his arms, which made you wonder if they caught him in time to soften his fall.

“I wonder why each little bird has someone to sing to, sweet things to… a little melody... I think that's how it was sung?,” you grumbled to yourself, trying to remember the lyrics of a delicate song that would precede a moment very similar to that.

You became silent for a while longer, carefully watching Silver’s calm expression and the way he was lying down with the first buttons of his white shirt open and his tie crooked. Sebek had quarreled a lot with him about how “this simply sloppy appearance embarrasses the Young Master” but you didn't care — Silver and Malleus much less, actually.

Silver’s beauty resided in all small details and simply fascinated you. It was like admiring a white rose, practically immaculate. Silver exuded the same aura of delicacy and kindness even when his eyes were closed, lost in yet another journey into the world of dreams.

If only you could accompany him somehow. 

You had no choice but to stand there, leaning against the tree and being covered by a generous shade, just admiring him as if you watched the birth of breaking dawn on the horizon. That kind of sunrise in which the aurora still brings the cold and warm feelings of the night, because the world had not yet been blessed by the warmth of the king of all stars.

Silver made you cherish that brief moment of the early mornings more. The timid, colorless sun rays on the light gray horizon that made up the strands of his hair. You didn't need the Sun to shine when you had Silver who was the true rising star, soft and gentle. Someone who didn't blind you and yes, cradled you in comfortable warmth. Such a unique feeling.

You sighed deeply. 

“Silver is so beautiful…,” you said without thinking.

A little bird then chirped at you.

“O-of course he's not just beautiful!,” you hurried to complete, thinking that the little bird was scolding you. “Silver is one of the coolest people I know. Don’t you think the same?”

The group of birdies chirped back at you and somehow, you felt they had agreed. Some squirrels also appeared to join in the conversation and look after the sleepy boy, decorating the spaces in his arms with more wildflowers.

“He's also so good with animals! It's like a prince charming, like those fairy tales I used to read as a child,” you said, smiling, and then taking a deep breath. You turned your gaze back to Silver. “I think I'm in love…”

“You seem to be,” one of the squirrels squealed softly to you.

It was a pretty complicated situation at the end of the day. You didn’t understand much of animal language and those little creatures understood your words much less. But somehow you were getting into some sort of comprehension between each other — maybe the animals a little better than you.

“You want to know why I'm in love? I swear my reasons are pure!,” you said, acting as if the animals were Silver’s protective parents.

“Why is everyone around here so weird?,” the squirrel from before squealed, scratching his head.

“Shhh!,” a sparrow tweeted. “I want to hear!”

You adjusted yourself a little better on the grass, ensuring a posture to talk with the little friends of the guy you loved so much. 

Generally, when you met Silver, they would run away when faced with the presence of another human, but that day, they seemed more willing to stay close to you. Or they found it easier to ignore you at the expense of being in Silver’s friendly arms. They were still in some debate about it but they knew you didn’t mean any harm.

“I like how he has respect for everyone and never made fun of me just because I don’t have any magic. People say he’s an airhead but he always says things that help calm me down when I’m worried,” you started. “And he smiles so beautifully when he talks about his dad…”

“Dad...? That weird bat?,” a skinny rabbit that approached suddenly asked a cardinal.

“Just thinking about him gives me the creeps!,” it ruffled its feathers, startled.

“I think Silver is able to like everyone or at least maintain a good relationship with people, even without realizing it. Huh... should I tell you how I fell in love with him?”

The animals stirred suddenly. The birds chirped and the squirrels shook their little heads accordingly. The rabbit from before jumped all over Silver until it came to you and touched your arm, as if begging you to tell. You held back a laughter, glad you had piqued their curiosity.

“But promise not to tell Silver, okay?,” you asked.

They made a few more sounds that you had to ask them to calm down. At this, you turned to the sleepy Silver next to you. Despite what you said, would it really be a good idea to do that? He was right there, lying down and — as much as Silver had the heavy sleep worthy of a gargoyle — he would wake up sooner or later.

You lightly tapped Silver’s shoulder, checking to see if he was still asleep. His response, however, was to give a slight snore. A little squirrel lightly stroked Silver’s torso, as if to reassure him. The animals were already used to that sound but you controlled yourself in your reaction.

Maybe it was the position of his head at the tree’s root or it was the deepest state of sleep you’ve ever witnessed Silver have. His snoring sounded like the crackling of a fireplace in winter. 

“Okay, okay...,” you patted your face to regain focus. “Not the time for that.”

“It's been a while…,” the little animals had their eyes focused on you telling the story. “I'd talked to Silver a few times, but not much. We saw each other more from afar, you know? Then one day, I was walking by the campus and I saw a horse walking near the woods. From what I heard, the horse had escaped from the stables.” 

“That guy...,” the rabbit sighed, knowing who the horse was.

“I didn't know if I should approach him or not. But he seemed to perceive my presence the same way and neighed. I didn't know why, it was so sudden that I got a little scared. But then... Silver came up. He stood between me and the horse, an exemplary knight posture. If I hadn’t known that he cannot talk to animals, I would have convinced myself that he calmed the horse with his kind words. But... he said it all out loud, the way we talk, you know?”

“Oh, that's our Silver!,” an owl that you hadn’t realized was in the tree seemed to laugh softly.

“I remember his words to this day. Silver told the horse not to hurt me, I was his friend. It was the first time I heard him speak louder than usual, after all the horse was far away and even though he spoke in a normal way, it was so... surprising. We didn't even talk to each other that much and he considered me a friend?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, recalling that day in your mind with every possible detail. Your heart was already pounding and you hadn’t even gotten to the really exciting part.

“When Silver calmed the horse and put him on a reign, he turned to me. I kind of stayed there because... well…,” you chuckled to yourself. “... I didn't know how to look at anything but him. Usually, I always find him sleeping around and that time, he was the one who found me first. Silver asked if I was okay, I replied yes and…” 

When you opened your eyes, you sighed.

“I knew I was in love because seeing Silver smile made my heart race. It was the first time I saw him smile. Like I said, most of the time when Silver smiles, it’s when he talks about his father. But at that moment, he smiled at me,” you took a deep breath. Your gaze lost but your smile was like little rays of sunshine that escaped through the leaves of a tree. “I know! It's kinda silly…”

“No, it’s not.”

Funny thing. The squirrel in front of you was with his mouth open as if to say something but, you understood those words very well. And it was an awfully familiar voice on top of that!

Still a little confused, you leaned closer to the tree and rested your arm on the shoulder of a sleeping Silver — who watched you, wide awake, with the crystal clear, lilac eyes of the most beautiful aurora borealis you could see. You were silent for a solid minute before you jumped up from where you were, pushing away all those woodland creatures that were also surprised.

“Silver! S-silver...?!,” you put a hand on your chest, your heart full of adrenaline. “W-when... since when did you wake up?”

Silver sat on the grass, stretching himself while squinting his eyes a little, as if this action allowed him to have a better grasp on memory. 

“Oh, it was somewhere before you told the story. I was still a bit drowsy so I guess I didn't open my eyes... and I almost slept again a few times. I know I snored, for sure. Your voice is soothing, though I can't explain how.”

Silver yawned one last time while you turned to the small animals that were scattered nearby, most of them in the big tree above you two. Then you fixed your eyes on the sparrow that had not left Silver’s shoulder and seemed to avoid eye contact with you at all costs.

“Really?,” the rabbit asked her. “You could have warned us when you realized.”

“I didn't want to interrupt the story!,” the sparrow chirped guiltily and hid her little face in Silver’s neck.

“What's up, little one?,” Silver moved his hand closer to the bird. The sparrow was actually the one who first woke him up in an accident.

The young man then heard a small thud and saw you lying on the ground, desolate and almost fainting. Silver exclaimed your name and the sparrow took the opportunity to fly to the tree’s branch as he approached you. When Silver lifted your torso a little to sit up, he noticed that you were muttering something.

Well, several things. Fast, confused, agitated thoughts. You looked like Sebek when he did something fantastic and Malleus couldn’t witness it in time — the appearance of despair and frustration was the same. Although, the problem was just the opposite. Silver heard something you didn’t want him to know. Yet. 

It was complicated even for you.

“Forgive me, I shouldn't have eavesdropped on your conversation with the animals,” Silver said, feeling that he had done something wrong.

“N... No... that’s not the problem…,” you managed to mumble back, somehow. “... Silver... I…”

“You love me, don't you? Or did I hear wrong?”

You focused your gaze better on Silver. He was close enough to your face that you could see some sadness in his eyes when he said that last sentence. You couldn’t read his expression, what he really meant. 

Silver was both a stone and an open book. Sometimes you knew exactly what he was feeling. In others, it was a complete mystery. You could be wrong about him being sad to think that you didn't love him and he just got confused — even though you repeated the same loving words over and over again. Would it be too selfish to think so? 

However, the melancholy forming in his eyes was something you couldn't allow. A dragon of bad feelings lurking, preparing to attack him. Not when you were there to defend your prince!

“I love you, Silver!,” you said, not realizing that your words came out even too loud. “I love you very much! Please... don't hate me.”

In the last part, you lost all your strength and looked away from him. Doing this, you couldn’t see the surprise in Silver’s eyes. He stared at you for quite a while until gently turning your face back to him.

“I don’t hate you. You can’t hate someone you love,” Silver said, giving a small smile.

That was an even bigger surprise than finding out Silver had been awake all along. When you put your hand on his chest, it was to grab his tie and question him about the truth of that statement. You were still anxious, full of adrenaline because of all these emotions mixing in your heart.

But when you did that, your hand didn’t even move because you started listening to Silver’s heart beating. A heartbeat just like yours. Accelerated and intense. In love. How Silver was able to maintain such a serene expression and an agitated heart, you didn’t know. But you also didn’t know that he liked you too.

“R-really?,” you asked.

“You’re a very nice person and are quite nice to me. I feel good when I’m by your side. You bring me comfort and give me courage at the same time. My old man told me that there was no other explanation outside love,” Silver honestly confessed. “At first, I thought that these strange feelings were just malaise and I needed to eat more carrots.”

You tried to hold back from laughing out loud in Silver’s face. But sometimes he said such strange things with a seriousness and confidence that it was impossible to have another reaction. Silver noticed that you were laughing — or almost — and he was glad that you regained your good humor. Before he could say that, you touched his face.

“You’re too precious, you know?” 

It was a simple expression but you should have expected him to answer it his way.

“You’re precious too... very much,” Silver replied, his gaze more focused on you than ever.

Why did he do this with your poor heart? At the end of the day, you didn't have to wonder if your love song would find and win your beloved one — he was already there. You beautiful, sleepy, unusual prince. 

“Oh, please!,” the Sparrow chirped, frustrated. “Do I have to do everything myself?”

None of you noticed the bird flying towards you at full speed and hitting behind your head with unexpected force. This impulse made you get too close to Silver and your lips touched very lightly. Unfortunately, since you had taken your hand away from him, you didn't feel his heart jump for a brief instant. 

“H-Huh... well... since I love you and you love me... you... can we kiss?,” you wanted to faint. You were crossing the already cursed limits of pure shame.

“I'm going again, huh!,” the sparrow continued to chirp.

“Glad I woke up then,” Silver muttered.

You didn't quite understand what he meant but your lips couldn't ask any more questions. When Silver dreamed of you, he was always unlucky to wake up in that part. It may not be something worthy of a fairy tale but, it was you and that’s what matters to him. 

| Special notes: First of all, yes, @pandoa , you’re that little sparrow lol at first I just thought that bc the portuguese word for sparrow is “pardal” and… it kinda looks like your username?? (pardal, pandoa, panda… yk let it be) but I forgot that is “sparrow” so it only lasted the “pa” and the “o”. But I still did what I wanted!

Also, fun fact: carrots help your heart, boost the immune system, help with constipation and strengthen your bones, so when Silver mentions thinking about eating more carrots is a actual health benefit + Sleeping Beauty reference~ |

[twistedwonderlandsimps]

Shapeshifter!Yuu

I'm just here to mix-and-match different kinds of Yuus with different kinds of personalities to see what monstrosity I can make. That being said,,, Shapeshifter!Yuu brainrot! 

Basically like Penny from The Amazing World of Gumball after she broke out of her shell (literally) after Gumball confessed to her, but in a bit of an uncanny valley sort of way (at first, that is). 

So anyway, Yuu’s a shapeshifter but when they first arrived in Twisted Wonderland, their presence was basically nonexistent and they almost always blended into the background, if not for Grim who constantly brought attention to them. 

To those who paid attention closely, they could tell there was something weird about Yuu. 

They were almost eldritch-like, in an uncanny valley kind of way, like their body didn’t quite fit them but they were trying to force themselves to fit it even when it couldn’t. 

Especially with the behaviors they exhibited, how their smiles seem a bit too forced and too wide to be considered normal, how often they blink their eyes a little too late, or how their chest slows to a stop as if they forgot how to breathe that people have to literally ask them if they’re still even alive.

They just seemed too much that it was like they were manually controlling every single thing in their body, from their nerves to their heartbeat, just to be seen as normal yet still somehow failing at it. 

Sometimes, Grim has to stay awake at night and watch Yuu because he’s worried of how still and lifeless they look while sleeping, and the fact that their heartbeat slows down a little too much scares him.

But of course this doesn’t last long. 

Being in Twisted Wonderland was too emotionally stimulating for them and it didn’t take long for them to snap.

It first happened with Riddle, when he overblotted. 

Getting insulted and looked down on was the last straw for Yuu. 

They stood in place, a smile frozen on their face as they stared at Riddle. 

Then, the corner of their eyes twitched, their smile straining as their facade slowly broke. 

But no one noticed this, not when everybody was too focused on Ace who was verbally challenging Riddle who was starting to show signs of blotting.

It was delayed, Yuu’s reaction that is. 

From a very young age, they were told that their emotions were both a blessing and a curse. 

That was why they were taught and encouraged by their family to conceal it as best as they could while they were still young. 

Emotions were… complicated, so to say. 

When a child from their family becomes too emotionally stimulated, it would often lead to destruction. 

They were just too unstable and the elders in their family were worried that everyone would see them as monsters if they ever went out of control so they believed that it was for everyone’s best interest if they conceal, don’t feel (lmao, Elsa logic) as per their family’s tradition. 

But of course not every family tradition was exactly the healthiest, and Yuu’s whole family has got to be the most emotionally constipated family there ever was in their world. 

Being sent into an unknown world? Yes, that was scary, but Yuu had to control themselves and they tried their best not to burden others.

When they stood in front of the mirror that told them that their home didn’t exist, their nails sharpened under their robes (a self-defense reaction, unavoidable, really) but at least they stopped themselves right there and didn’t shift into something monstrous. 

When they were left all alone in a rundown dorm, they had to force themselves to not breakdown and cry.

When they were threatened by Leona in the botanical garden, they held their form as normal as it could. 

But they had always been tipping over the edge ever since they arrived in this unknown world. 

Like a glass of water ready to spill or a dam ready to break. 

They just had so many emotions but no idea how to show it.

However, faced with this– this! Being insulted and then getting attacked! 

It was… unforgivable! 

Unforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivableunforgivable–!

Well anyway, basically both Riddle and Yuu had a mental breakdown at the same time and everyone got to see Yuu turn into this gargantuan creature and deck the overblot monster, that eerily held a resemblance to the Queen of Hearts, hovering behind Riddle while Trey and the others focused on trying to knock Riddle out.

Once it was over, Yuu seemingly disappeared out of nowhere. 

Except, not really. They were still in the Rose Maze. 

Yuu just turned into this very small, translucent blob that fit perfectly in Deuce’s palm. 

Grim found them on the ground next to this black stone that smelled really delicious. 

“Y-Yuu…? It’s you, right?” Deuce hesitantly asks in a low voice as he stares at Yuu’s small form, careful not to jostle them around too much. “Are you alright? Do you feel okay?”

“Oh no, I broke it…” Yuu doesn’t answer him and wails instead, voice small and squeaky.

“What broke? Are you hurt? Did you break your bones? Do you even have bones when you’re like this?” Ace chimed from Deuce’s side, relentlessly poking Yuu’s wispy form. Yuu just wails even louder.

They weren’t hurt, physically at least. They just felt very sad, guilty, and upset that they broke their promise with their family to not shapeshift. 

But ever since the first time they shapeshifted, it felt as if a huge burden was taken off of their shoulders. They felt… lighter. 

This doesn’t mean that they approved themselves suddenly shifting. 

In fact, they still feel guilty every time they do it due to their upbringing but they’re finding it harder and harder to control. 

It took them some time before they accepted that this part of them was normal, that it was normal to feel this way and they were just shapeshifting according to how they felt and that was fine. 

Sure, there were some lingering feelings, especially fear because Yuu’s scared that what they were doing was wrong, that they were letting their family down.

There are days when they think that breaking free from their family’s teachings felt wonderful, and there are days when they just felt downright awful for not heeding their words.

Afterall, their family constantly taught from a very young age that they weren’t allowed to show their emotions so would it be really easy to get rid of such a teaching when they grew up? 

No, it wasn’t, but at least they’re gradually learning.

For the meantime, Yuu’s very emotionally constipated, more so than the others who lived in Twisted Wonderland.

The first time Yuu met Malleus, they shifted into a rabbit because they got scared by the sounds of footsteps heading towards them in the middle of the night. 

Malleus found this amusing, especially when Yuu shifted back to their normal form to show that they weren’t scared of Malleus.

And then the Diasomnia student proceeded to talk about gargoyles.

Every chapter arc probably has had Yuu shapeshift into a new form. 

Each one is different and unique since there’s a lot of emotions that can mix together and form something new.

Yuu’s shapeshifting abilities aren't limited to what Penny can only transform into. They’re more flexible so there’s a lot of combinations possible they can shapeshift into.

Am I going to make a description of those transformations? Nnnnooo. Maybe some other time. It’s 3 am, it’s honestly surprising how my brain’s even still working at this point.

Anyway, Yuu in their normal human form starts to become less uncanny and more human the more they shapeshift since they’ve become less worried about controlling and maintaining their form so they look normal.

Their movements become more natural and their expressions more lively, so unlike before when they first stepped into Twisted Wonderland.

Also someone telling Yuu: “That’s not what you are. It’s just how you feel.” 

And it’s most probably going to be Grim.

Smh smh, the boys failed to score some extra brownie points from Yuu, too bad for them.

Anyway, time to pass out, lmao.

[twstedstoryshop]

Fluffy

Speedran this fic, not gonna lie. But the filthy Octavinelle lover in me had to do it. For context this is based off my AU of Cat Shifters! In which Azul just happens to be a shapeshifter and can turn into a man or a cat, who happens to be your pet. Without further ado though, enjoy the fic and happy birthday to Azul!!! -Shopkeep

Morning would greet you not through the scent of coffee or sunlight illuminating your window, but through something pressing hard against your stomach with the barest of scratches. You blinked the sleep from your eyes to get your bearings. You immediately glanced down to your stomach to see a sea of silvery fur. You sighed deeply.

“Azul…”

A trill responded instantly and Azul turned his little face to gaze at you. Blue eyes that could rival a sunny day’s sky regarded you with the utmost attention. You had to hide a chuckle behind your fist at his lightning reaction whenever it came to you.

“I appreciate you waking me up at a reasonable time, but maybe next time, you could try and wake me without using claws,” you pleaded softly. At this Azul withdrew his paws underneath his fluff and mewed softly in a saddened tone. You quickly reached out to scratch his chin in reassurance, feeling an instant pang of guilt.

“No, no, buddy, I’m not mad or anything. I appreciate you making biscuits but I wish I was made of thicker skin to take all your kneading, haha!” You sat upright at this point, now moving to start your day. With a yawn, you grabbed your phone from your nightstand to look at the time and any missed notifications. However, something else caught your attention immediately. The date, February 24th. Instantly your mind was taken back to a very special day. The day you found a scrawny little kitten abandoned on the side of an empty street. You had your doubts if that kitten would survive, with the many parasites that riddled his body and his sickly demeanor. Yet here that kitten was, all grown up and having turned into a beautiful Ragdoll that was the envy of every cat show you took him to.

You were a little saddened that you truly didn’t know his birthday but finding him on that day was the next best thing to celebrate. An idea then popped into your mind. You shuffled to your wardrobe and began to throw on a quick outfit. Seeing you do this motion, Azul instantly stood up and meowed in protest.

“Now don’t be like that, Azul. It’s only for a quick walk. I’ll be right back, you won’t even feel like I was gone,” again, more meows argued with you. You turned around to give the cat a quick kiss on the forehead before bolting for the door. You knew Azul would race with you to try and stop you from leaving but this was for an important mission! You tried your best to ignore the saddened yowls from your front door as you closed it shut. You raced off, hoping you can make record time to get what you needed and come back so Azul wouldn’t be too heartbroken by himself.

You recalled that not far away from your home a certain bakery could be found. Clover Bakery you think it was called? You must have looked like a bread fanatic with how quickly you scanned the shelves and grabbed whatever looked the nicest to you. Cream breads, croissants, sugary doughnuts all went flying into your little basket. You were about to pay for your haul when something caught your eye. In the display window, individual slices of cakes sat in an array of colors and flavors. Your eyes lingered on a piece of white frosted cake adorned with the fluffiest whipped cream and a blueberry. Your mind could only conjure up a certain feline and instantly, you piped up to the one behind the counter for a slice.

Back at your home, Azul was in a morose state, already trudging over to his favorite bed. An oversized purple shell pillow. Granted he never really used the darned thing when he thought the best place to nap was by your side. But it would do for now as a good place to wallow. Not even a paw was placed on the bed as his ears perked up at the door unlocking and your footsteps came in.

“Azuuuuul!” You called and like a bullet, the silvery cat ran up to your feet and meowed with his whole chest in greeting. He circled your legs, rubbing up against them with all his might and could not stop moving in excitement. How long were you even gone? 15-20 minutes at max? You really needed to get this little guy a friend, but that was a thought for another time. You carried the bag filled with your spoils to the kitchen table then smiled at Azul.

“Hey, why don’t you go into the room, get dressed, and come back? I wanna surprise you with something,” you teased.

Azul looked up at you curiously with a tilt of his head, but didn’t question your request. He scurried off back into your room, time passed, and instead of quiet paws stepping back in, you heard footsteps. You looked back and where once was your cute Ragdoll now a handsome man stood. Familiar soft ears perched atop his head and behind him, a fluffy feather duster tail swayed. From his neck, a recognizable purple bowtie collar sat with a bell. No mistake, it was still Azul here with you. He carefully approached you, still wondering why you had asked him to come out in this form.

“Master?”

“Ta-dah!” You moved aside and revealed the dinner table. Strewn about it were all sorts of baked goods still fresh in their wrappers and the blueberry cake slice as the centerpiece. Azul blinked, looked at you, then back at the spread before him.

“What is all this?”

“It’s for you, silly! To celebrate your birthday!”

His ear flicked at this. “Birthday…?”

“Well technically not your real birthday cuz I have no idea when you were actually born. So let’s celebrate instead the day I first found you.”

Azul’s expression softened at this and his hand reached up to clutch at his shirt a little. Like his heart was about to burst from such a sweet gesture. “Thank you… I never had a birthday before. I mean, why would a cat need it? Ah, but this is really nice,” he spoke in such a soft tone. You couldn’t help but to melt a little at his words and you approached him, taking him tightly in your arms. You reached to lightly stroke his hair and nuzzled against him, basking in the warmth you knew so well when he curled against you as a cat.

“You’re not just a cat, Azul. You’re more than that and very special to me, okay?”

You felt Azul’s chest rise up and down with a chuckle followed by the faintest of purrs. “Okay,” he sighed.

“Alright, now c’mon! Let’s eat all this good stuff! I won’t be satisfied until you have your fill!” And so you both did, sitting close together at the table to indulge in the baked treats. Fluffy bread on your tongue, a fluffy tail that curled around your hip, and watching Azul happily chew on a fluffy piece of cake. That was your mood for this morning on Azul’s birthday. A whole lot of fluff in your heart.

[atierrorian]

Could I request Ace, Azul, Leona, and Jamil (the tsunderes) getting a stunning, Magicam-worthy dessert from their s/o after the boys get jelly (heh) that she's always giving their dorm mates tasty and cute sweets or desserts she made?

Ace would 100% whine, just sayin'

I 101% agree with you on that last line. And I am so sorry for not doing this sooner! And once again, apologies if they're ooc.

TW: Ooc, slight suggestive on Leona's part, slight mentions of insecurity, a bit longer on Jamil's part, mentions of jealousy

WORD COUNT: 247

• So it all started when you baked some goodies and decided to give them to one of the members of Heartslabyul since they weren't allowed desserts. (You felt bad) • And since Ace wasn't there (Trying to avoid Riddle, again), you gave all of the baked goods to a good half of the Heartslabyul. • It continued like that for quite some time, and surprisingly, Riddle was unaware of you giving sweets to his dorm members. (And you hoped it would stay that way) • Now how did Ace find out about this? Simple, from Deuce telling him that you were giving out desserts to half of the Heartslabyul. And Ace being Ace, became really slightly jealous and pouty and whiny, which is not a good combo. • Ace practically barged in on you baking more sweets and confronted you. Whining and complaining about why you didn't give him any desserts too :( • So as compensation, you gave him a stunning and tasty treat, way more than what you gave Heartslabyul that's for sure. • Ace forgave you and teased you for making him such a wondrous dessert. • The two of you shared the dessert and had good laughs here and there, teasing him for being jealous, etc, etc. • At least it ended up not being so bad, huh?

• BONUS: Riddle found out about the baked goods, safe to say it did not end well for you or half of the Heartslabyul.

WORD COUNT: 334

• The Mostro Lounge is good and all, but you felt something was amiss, to say the least. And you realized that there were barely any desserts in the Mostro Lounge! (There were just a few) And you had a new recipe you wanted to try out so… • And it was so delicious that most students only came into the Mostro Lounge for your cute and tasty treats! And since you made extras, you gave them to the students. (Not for free though) • Now, Azul found out due to all the whispers of the students because they can't keep their mouths shut. And to say the least, he's surprised he hasn't found out about it sooner. • Although Azul is glad that more people are coming to the Mostro Lounge; he gets jealous because those grubby students keep flocking you and he can't seem to talk to you with all the people hoarding you. • Jade and Floyd(Mostly Floyd) TEASES Azul for his jealousy and Azul not wanting to break his reputation, denies it because he's still trying to up his facade but he knows deep down that it's true. And Azul can't help but feel a bit insecure… • You felt Azul's stare and immediately knew what he was feeling. So you excused yourself and went over to him and comforted him and told him that you promise you'll make even more tasty and cute treats for him. • Happy octopus noises! • Azul is somewhat hesitant to eat due to his past, but you tell him that it's alright and you promise that it's really really good! Azul agrees and he can't help but feel slightly embarrassed because he was jealous for nothing. • You both continue eating and you saved some for both Floyd and Jade. (Floyd almost ate Jade's treats because he loves them so much)

• BONUS: All your tasty baked goods and desserts are on the menu, except for the one you and he ate together.

WORD COUNT: 303

• If Leona has to be honest, he kinda doesn't really care that much you were giving out free desserts to his Dorm members. I mean, you do whatever you want and he'll respect that. • However, seeing some of them being way too close then they should made him slightly jealous.. • He acts like he isn't affected by it, but the glares he sends in their direction and the flattened ears alongside the tail swishing back and forth give it away. (Ruggie teases him for it) • If it gets too much, he'll gladly drag you away from that student and make you his pillow for the rest of the day. He prefers lazing around with you! (You'll get in trouble the next day for not attending, but who cares?) • You know Leona is jealous just by his behavior, so, to make it up to him; you baked him goodies, a lot tastier than what you normally give out that's for sure. • Leona smirks when you present your cute delicious sweets to him. Your baking never cease to amaze him, however, he does think you taste tastier though wink wink. • After you two shared the treat, he immediately dragged you to his room and forced you to act like his pillow, again. But hey, at least you got to see a content smile on his face. • Ever since then, Leona has been a bit more protective than usual. Most of his dorm members backed off since you weren't handing out that much sweets as much as you did before. Just on some occasions. • Leona loves your treats, but he definitely prefers you as his pillow.

• BONUS: Ruggie is sad that he'll get less desserts from you ever since Leona told you to tone it down.

WORD COUNT: 364

• He is currently in a dilemma with this. On one hand, he doesn't want to admit he is jealous; on the other hand, he's possessive and it's more obvious after his Overblot. • But, he hides it really well and offers to help you. He sees it as a way of bonding with you even more and giving each other tips on each other's recipes. • When you hand out your treats and desserts, he will be watching from behind you and make sure the members of Scarabia don't do anything dumb. (All they have to do is say thank you and that's it) • He is fighting his inner demons when Kalim comes into the picture and asks you for your goodies as well. Of course, you can't decline Kalim's request so you give it to him while Jamil is slightly fuming... • Don't worry, he gets over it eventually and accepts this is reality now. (But that doesn't mean his jealousy diminishes every time) • He thinks he's quite good at hiding what he truthfully feels, even from you. However you have noticed lately that Jamil has been in a sulking mood lately, so why not surprise him by making him a top notch dessert and alone quality time? • Jamil suspected something was going on with you since you were pretty secretive of your motives. Everytime he asked what you were doing, you'd simply dismiss his suspicions and tell him that it's nothing at all and that he doesn't have to worry about it! (It increases even more when you tell him this) • After your hard work of preparing everything and making sure it was perfect, you'd waited for Jamil to be finished with his duties so both of you could relax and spend time with each other. You were pretty excited because you had made a special treat just for him! • Once Jamil was out of his duties, you'd immediately dragged him to the kitchen where you prepared your best ever cute treat just for him! And safe to say, you both enjoyed it together!

•BONUS: Jamil internally celebrates that he finally is number 1 for someone.

YAYA! I'm finally finished!! This has been in my drafts for the longest time and I'm glad I got to do this request!

[s1mpipi]

Part 1 then the after math lololol

you bamboozled him YOU FOOLED HIM!! THIS WASNT ON THE CONTRACT!!

He’s going to throw a fit after this and the twins will be laughing their asses off

Also I planned to draw grim as the flower girl and Floyd as the Bridesmaid but I got lazy😭

[shinjisdone]

Hear My Voice - (Riddle SR Suitor Suit)

[Voice lines of char. and their opinions on you joining the event of their cards. Style of Genshin Impact. Still just an idea of mine based on this post. Idea still WIP]

Trying it first out on one of my favorite characters! Feedback is welcome, I'm just trying to execute my idea lol

"You will be trying to decei - I mean, join in on the...rescue mission, too? Hm, no offense but you don't seem very prince-like..."

Good Evening: "'Well, good evening, dear.' ...Don't look at me like that, that's what you are supposed to say. With more vigour, more soft confidence! Now, after me...What?! Don't you dare laugh at me!"

About Riddle: "To be honest, I'm used to act so proper. I don't enjoy it much though...especially if I have to keep lying to that bride's face...Mother wouldn't like it..."

About Us: Princes: "Pretending to be a dashing prince seems like a lot of work, now imagine actually being one. In a strange way, it makes my troubles being the only child of a high family seem like nothing...I guess both you and I can be glad about that."

About Us: Ideal Partners: "...My ideal partner? Well, someone who follows the rules of the Queen of Hearts, of course! Certain traits?...Uhm, well, you know w-when you...do that thing when you visit me - I mean, us...!"

About Us: Dances: "If you want to suceed, you have to be immaculate in every way, shape and form. Come now. You can't impress the bride with sluggish movements like that. Take my hand...I'll show you everything I've learned. Heh, don't worry, we can practice as long as you want."

Something to Share: "Hm, I think I'm all set but you...lack something. Ah, here. Have the bouquet of roses from our garden. N-No, it isn't for you! It is for you to give to the bride! ...But if she rejects them, then it can be all yours...and only yours..."

About Ace: "Strange to see Ace being so genuine. He isn't even like that during his basketball games, it's like I'm seeing a different person in front of me. Handsome? Yes, I suppose he looks fine for once."

About Idia: "My apolgies, I didn't mean to ruin my make-up by rubbing my eyes but is that truly Idia? He's...so different. And he has the courage to propose to the bride...Oh, his hair is pink now?"

More about Riddle I: "Why I seem so calm? Why should I be nervous? As a dormleader, it should come easy to show my honest good side. Besides, I often went to parties and weddings such as these with my parents, so I'm used to it. Not to the specific demands of the bride though..."

More about Riddle II: "I have to be honest though, this play pretend of proposals feels so...wrong. Injust even, maybe. We are doing this to save a fellow dormleader but I can't help but feel we are being a bit too deceiving...this certainly breaks a rule somewhere...ah, I'll just turn a blind eye..."

More about Riddle III: "...There were a few discussions between my parents about my future wedding and who my future spouse should be...they've become...less seldom the more I grew up. I don't wish to get married anytime soon yet. ...Though I believe I know what my type is now...w-what? I-I am NOT blushing! No! I...I was looking at you because I was TALKING TO you!"

More about Riddle IV: "...How would you plan your wedding? Is all of this to your liking...? Ah, just asking. You seemed a bit in awe when we arrived here, like a star-struck child. I just had to wonder...Someone like you does deserve a perfect wedding just like how you envision it. I myself would prefer...white roses to be the main decoration. Do you like them too...?"

More about Riddle V: "...I can't deny it, this was just tiring. It makes want to never be a part of a wedding again! Even being a guest sounds horrible!...But, well, it seems like the bride finally found her prince. Look at them dancing...huh, how about one last dance between the two of us? I won't criticize a thing this time, I promise. I just want to have one relaxing activity with you as the last dot of this very tiring fairytale..."