#twisted wonderland drabbles

[trappolia]

HOT THINGS HE DOES FOR YOU ── sebek zigvolt + gn!reader, 537

i. verbal appreciation. it’s a whole thing. there’s not a single day that will go by that this man doesn’t let you know how much he appreciates every little thing you do for him. sometimes it’s loud and booming, making the other students and staff in the library flinch because of the sheer volume of his voice, but other times it’s silent and soft-spoken, the ghost of a kiss against your skin in the late hours of the night. he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal, but it means so much to you that he’s so open about how truly grateful he is for you.

ii. towers over you most of the time. he’s big and strong, and there’s something attractive about that combined with the fact that he’s practically dedicated himself to being your guard alongside his official duties to malleus. it’s not uncommon to have him lingering behind you, ready to step forward the moment you need his help. the position also makes for very good back hugs, should you request them at the right place and time.

iii. has a tendency to touch up on your appearance without you asking. he’s used to looking after silver, making sure he looks nothing less than perfect (even though silver has that unfair advantage of always looking princely even if he fell asleep in a ditch), and that habit extends to you over time. he soundlessly reaches out to you to adjust the collar of your uniformm of the fringe your hair as if you have no personal space, leaning in close enough for his lips to accidentally brush against your skin. it’s a wonder that he doesn’t notice the way your breath hitches (or does he…?).

iv. takes a while to learn how to whisper, but when he does, you can’t help but feel like he’s using it against you in some way. he gets closer than necessary when he’s whispering in your ear, to the point that his lips are brushing against your skin every time he moves. you don’t want him to tell him to move away, especially since you’re not exactly uncomfortable by the sudden close proximity, so you’re just left to pray to whatever deities exist in the world of twisted wonderland that he doesn’t notice the way your ears are suddenly burning hot and you’ve somehow forgotten how to breathe.

v. remembers the most trivial things about you, from the expression you make when you’re eating something you’re not particularly fond of to your body language when it’s too cold but you don’t want anyone to know that you’re freezing your ass off, even the way your gaze shifts around a crowded room when your social battery is depleting. one could say that he knows you better than you know yourself. he applies his knowledge very discreetly, so subtle that barely anyone notices. you do, of course, because you’re quite proud to say that you know sebek almost as well as he knows you. but you’re much too hesitant to point it out, afraid that if you were to do so, he’d stop. (a silly fear; sebek wouldn’t be able to stop caring for you even if he tried)

© trappolia 2024

[moxxbox]

Malleus falling in love as soon as he sees you for the first time, he goes and tells Lilia right away hoping for something any advice he might have and Lilia gives him the most unhinged weirdass advice and it works? "Tell them that they rizzed you up and that you've fallen for the beauty they have." AND IT WORKS?😨Sebek watches in horror while Malleus says that to you iN PUBLIC! ! ! AND THEN YOU ACCEPT? ! ? Sebek in shock😨 Malleus and you, happy

[eydi-andrius]

Yuu: Oh! I hate you!

Sebek: Do you think you're the only one feeling that way, human?! I hate you more!

After their fight, neither do they reach out to each other to apologize. Lilia assumed the prefect would be the one to smooth things out, but day after day, the two refused to reconcile. Yuu refused to apologize because she was expecting Sebek to realize what he had done and to apologize on his own. Sebek believes he did nothing wrong and was firm on not talking to the prefect until she apologizes to him first.

Although that's their automatic response to their close friends when asked about making up, the two of them cannot sleep well at night, restless and sleepless, scared that they meant what they have said. Because what are they going to do, if one of them truly despises the other?

[cvlutos]

TW: SUGGESTIVE

Imagine them drawing circles into your skin while you sleep, lips grazing the shell of your ear as they whisper. Theyd never say it to your face, how much they missed you. Longed for you. Waiting for the moment they could come home and return to you. They never tell you just how much they thought about you, how bored they found themselves without you. How they wish you couldve been with them.

Imagine them peppering kisses along your skin, slow, drawn out kisses that sends shivers. That has you shifting further into their embrace with a gentle groan. Your brows furrowing as his hand lies flat against your skin, gently squeezing your flesh before sliding down, their thumb grazing over the elastic band separating all of you from all of him.

+ ANY OF YOUR FAVES

[ay-chuu]

I had to. Bye

WAKA WAKA EE EEE

[olivyh]

Hihi!! I absolutely love your writing :DD

Can I request an Azul x Gn!Reader in which the Reader asks Azul a bunch of ocean questions and Azul answers them in excruciating detail? Fluff please!! The questions are completely up to you :D

Please take as much time as you need on this!! Make sure to take breaks and drink water :))

Hi!! Thank you so so much <<333 sorry for the delayed response, but this was so much fun to write! I'm not the best at ocean facts, so I hope this will suffice!!! I also hoped going to more lore-based questions was alright with you!

"So... how exactly do you breathe underwater?" Azul paused and looked up from his paperwork, unable to stifle the smile that slowly crept onto his previously pursed lips. It was a quiet day in the Mostro Lounge- Floyd was actually working for once, and there weren't any rowdy customers. He'd only gotten two contract deals, much to his dismay, but he was glad that he had more free time to spend with his lover. The prefect sits in one of the wooden chairs pulled up to his desk, a plate of shrimp chips and seaweed wafers between them and munches happily, their crunching breaking the silence that was otherwise occupied by the scratching of his pen.

Lately, the two had not had much time to spend together- what with their constant running around (Azul swore that he was going to pluck all the feathers from that crow if he overwhelmed them one more time) and his busy schedule. He felt a stab of regret after watching them fall asleep in his office one night, waiting for him to finish his endless mountains of work simply so they could have dinner together. Azul had never felt his heart constrict so painfully that it brought tears to his eyes when he saw that they made him dinner in a small box, the food having gone cold hours prior. He'd sat beside them on the firm leather couch then, slowly tracing over their features with his ungloved hand and biting back the tears that broke free from his sky-blue eyes and fell freely onto the back of his other hand, clenched painfully in his lap.

"We have gills, naturally," He pauses and lifts a finger, dragging it along the large marks that lined the sides of his neck- now made visible from his unbuttoned collar. "They never fully went away in our human forms. As you know we have gills on our ribs as well. We actually have to breathe through our mouths, which then moves through our bodies and into the gill's capillaries-" He pauses, looking over to meet the prefect's eyes. He flushes a bit under their unwavering attention, but he clears his throat and continues despite the pounding in his chest. "From there, the water runs over the gills and the oxygen is picked up by these blood vessels before being expelled from the gills."

"So the water goes out and not in?"

"Correct," He smiles, raising his hand and wiping away some crumbs that made their way onto their cheek. Azul huffs playfully, chuckling under his breath. "Really, such a messy eater~". The prefect sticks out their tongue playfully before moving onto another chip, popping it into their mouth and chewing carefully while staring at the ceiling, seemingly deep in thought.

"What if you accidentally breathe something in? Can you choke?"

Azul sighs and sits back in his chair, placing his pen down and crossing his arms. He doesn't miss how they seem to grin at him and his now relaxed posture- meaning that they would be talking like this uninterrupted for a good amount of time.

"We can't choke, my Dear," He takes a breath before pointing to the marks on his neck once more. "The oxygen goes in here and then is pumped into our lungs- unlike humans, our lungs aren't connected to any sort of windpipe and is instead filtered through our blood vessels-" He moves his hand down to his ribs, drawing invisible lines along the sides. "And food can't necessarily get stuck in here either. There are no direct passageways- they're simply slits in our skin to allow for breathing."

"So," They eat another chip, offering him another one. He gladly accepts it, leaning over and allowing them to feed it to him before leaning back in his chair. "Your lungs are free floating?"

"Not exactly. It's more like... there's nothing connecting them to our throats, if that makes sense." They hum in understanding, standing quickly. The mer jumps in his seat from the sudden action, feeling his face flush when they decide to abandon their seat and replace it with his lap.

Azul swears that he saw the heavens themselves beckoning for him when he feels their fingers lightly trace over the lines on the sides of his neck before trailing down to his ribs.

"So here... and here..."

Azul, struggling to catch his breath, nods. They had been dating for quite some time, and he should very well be used to their antics by now, but he could never get over the sudden spurts of physical affection they'd give him. The small and intimate gestures made his heart race and his head spin as he could swear that his legs were turning back into tentacles as the floor seemed to warp beneath his leather shoes. Their hand slowly traces back up to his neck, giving the marks one more affectionate rub before cupping his cheek. Their soft thumb rubs the skin just below his glasses, their nail clicking against the glass for a moment as he sighs happily and leans into their touch, allowing his own hand to run gently up their forearm. He relishes in the way their hand trembles for a moment and the goosebumps that begin to litter the exposed skin of their arm, glad to know that they weren't the only one to have this effect on him.

He cups their hand in his own, pressing his cheek deeper into their warm palm as he slips his eyes closed and sighs happily, turning his head ever so slightly to press a small kiss on the underside of their wrist, allowing his lips to linger there for a moment until he could hear the way their breath hitched and their thumb's movement on his cheek stuttered.

Azul opens his eyes in time to notice their face approaching his, and he beams at the giddiness and excitement that bubbles in his chest as they pepper his face in kisses playfully, spending more time to give extra love to the mole that sat below his lip. He chuckles and does the same to their face, using his free arm to hold them close to his chest as they squirm and giggle at his actions.

The mer parts for a moment, smiling softly as his eyes trace over their flushed face, still painted with a warm smile as their eyes crinkle from the effort, turning them into the most gorgeous half-crescent shapes he swore he'd ever seen. He looked over each and every one of their features, trying in vain to immortalize this moment and live in it forever; to take hold of this comfort and adoration that consumed his spacious office and put it in a bottle for his eyes alone.

"Any other questions for me, my Dear?" They shift in his lap, now fully facing him and resting their head against his shoulder, yawning. "I'm all yours."

"I know you are," He chuckles at their response and presses a kiss to their forehead, running his hand along their hairline until he notices that their shoulders begin to rise and fall evenly as their soft snores fill his ears. Slowly, he releases their waist and reaches behind him to pull his jacket off the back of his chair. With a little difficulty, he manages to wrap it around his still-sleeping lover as he relaxes beneath them. He sighs and takes his glasses off, tossing them haphazardly onto the hardwood of his desk, and rests his head against his lover's own, deciding that he was due for an afternoon nap as well.

[yuumei-strawberry-shortcake]

*playing the equivalent twisted wonderland version of mobile legends with Deuce and loses for the 5th time*

Filipino!yuu: TANGINA AYOKO NA (FUCK I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE) *throws phone on deuce's bed*

Deuce: this is our fifth time losing, how about we take a break? *looked at yuu*

Filipino!yuu: Napaka bobo, mga inutil, walang pinag aralan, pabigat sa bansa! (So stupid, useless, uneducated, a burden to the country!)

Deuce: uh.. yeah let us take a break so then you'll cool off..

Filipino!yuu: *still burning with rage while reporting the players except for deuce*

[mushibashiraas]

djsjxjsj i hope i'm not late?? i probably am. aaaa my own faultcjxjsj [but] i haven't written for my fave disney nrc malewife (/j ily, jamil bbg—) in a while. but i forgot the contest either ends on the 10th?? or submissions close on the 10th aka. i missed the deadline?? aaaaa for submissions to @merotwst 's and @cvlutos 's #jamilsummercontest (here) aaaaaa also was this also an excuse to write for najma/write some najma-jamil brother-sister action? uhhhh looks away. LISTEN. i love them! the crumbs we got of their interactions are still on my mind aaaaaa lastly, am i also using this fic as an opportunity to brainrot about the new spiderverse movie and its album? yes.

mention of the ramshackle prefect (gn!yuu). but it'll mainly be about jamil and najma bc i love his sister almost as much. spoilers for al'ab naariya story, scarabia chapter plot, jamil's backstory, and maybe???? a spoiler for the new spiderverse movie?? if you squint. also really bad arabic.... i tried.... other than that, i present very cute, soft fluffy letters between reader and jamil detailing their lives apart during summer break (assuming the scalding sands' fireworks festival is in the summer. aaaa).

jamil could practically see (name)'s red face as they read his letter briefly written amidst the asim family chaos.

Dearest (Name),

Kalim and Najma were disappointed you couldn't join me this year for Summer break. I actually had to stop him from convincing his father into sending for you personally... Camels, elephants, and all. You're welcome!

Despite that, they wish you all well. My mother is insisting I return to NRC after break with some of her homemade shawarma. And please tell Grim that there will be enough for him as well.

The fireworks were beautiful but it wasn't the same without you by my side, ya nujumi. I missed turning to the side and seeing your smiling face, eyes alight with a childlike wonder. My heart swells with remembering that first Al'ab Naariya. You turned back to me urging me to join you and the others to dance.

Najma just asked what I was smiling about. I tried to lie but the smug look on her face told her all she needed to know. She'd like to also say a few words.

Hello, (Name)! My older brother is laying on his bed right now screaming into his pillow. Ya ummi and I are laughing right now; she has never laughed so hard in a long time. Yesterday the Asims gave us the afternoon off to enjoy the bazaar. You should see the haul Jamil brought home for you and Grim. There's— lotliIItLyjkq

Sorry, ya shamsi. Najma does not know what she's talking about. I got them as gifts for her— ljyIL

Jamil is lying! He is so red right now, (Name)! I want to take a picture to send you but he took my phone! So awful, right? Ah, the Asims are calling for us and abina is about to bring out the belt if we don't resume our work soon.

My apologies, ya qamar, but as Najma said, I have to return to work. There are rumors from the other servants that Kalim is "missing." He's probably with the animals in the garden. I will write to you again shortly. You are always in my thoughts, (Name), ya hubi. Make sure to not stay up too late talking to Ace and Deuce. Take your medicine and potions and eat at least two full meals a day (I know you're not a fan of breakfast). Don't forget to drink plenty of water too.

With Love,

Jamil Viper.

he wanted to write more and tell them all about the new stalls selling mouthwatering foods, soft, vibrant, assorted silks, and other painted, colorful wares he saw at the bazaar. he wanted to tell her about the concert he miraculously got tickets to for one of their favorite music artists. there was also the pet parrot his parents finally let him get! it had to stay on the asims' property. but kalim said he'd personally look after iago for jamil.

there was also a new playlist he made the other night after coming home from a movie he and his sister went to see. jamil lays in bed thinking of his sister's latest fictional crush and thinking of all the things he'd do to keep his girl and her father while living his best life doing what he loved. jamil wished that were him. he wished he could have (name) by his side, still please his family, and see the world. he wanted to learn about the magic and cultures of other lands in twisted wonderland.

wishes and reality are two separate things, though. and the chance of them intersecting and wishes becoming reality was slim. for now, though, he was content and letting things be. he'll find kalim, drag him to his next meeting with possible mergers and other clients, read the evening itinerary to kalim, go home, help with dinner, wash and dry najma's hair for her, bathe, and go to bed.

....that was the original plan. however, najma must have thought it funny to hide his headphones after she finished her chores and homework.

"what are you looking for, brother?"

jamil glared at the girl leaning against his door frame as he rifled through the belongings on his desk. "you know exactly what i am looking for. drop the act, najma!"

"not until you write another letter to (name)." she grinned and crossed her arms over her chest, straightening her posture.

"huh?!" he stuttered.

"it was written all over your face. you wanted to write and tell them more about everything that you saw and experienced yesterday and today. ever since you came home from school with your friends and (name), you've changed. mom and dad haven't stopped talking about it; they think i went to bed but i can hear them. they aren't as quiet as they think." the younger sister laughed at jamil's stunned face. "you don't know all this since you sleep like that one princess in those fae tales. i've caught you snoring a few times, actually. wanna hear it? i can show you if you don't believe m—"

jamil grabs najma's phone again before she can pull up the videos. "just—! give me back my headphones. and i'll write to (name)."

"nah," najma shrugged and walked off. "letter first. mom and dad are out finishing up some business with kalim's parents in their estate. you can blast your music all you want."

groaning in exasperation, he still couldn't deny that he'd rather have sent (name) a proper letter rather than the one he mailed earlier that afternoon.

normally, he and (name) would text each other or call. but one magic carpet ride after a rough exam, they told him about how they used to write letters to their childhood friends whenever they'd change schools. so the first time jamil and (name)'s other night raven college friends went home for holiday break, he started writing letters to them. and ever since that sweet, thoughtful surprise, whenever they were apart, jamil'd write letters to them while they'd send back recipe cards with handwritten notes featuring the story behind each food. sometimes they'd drop details about their family back home or include tiny magic trinkets or bits of stationary sold at sam's shop. a note and a smiley face tied around each item: "saw this and thought of you, ya qamar. ;p"

bringing himself back to reality, jamil sat down and began another letter. with this one, though, he made sure not to leave out a single detail of his day. softly he smiled as he included lines from old poets and added in folded star maps, photos of a dog he saw sitting outside a cafe, a tea bag from the little old lady next door. but this time — instead of signing off with a simple "With Love" like his last letter — he penned a lyric from their favorite song, nodding his head to the music as it played from his speakers.

"Your my star, hubi. My one light. We gon' link up, just like the rumors."

Jamil Viper.

VOCAB:

ya shamsi: my sun

ya qamar: my moon

ya nujumi: my stars

hubi/ya hubi: love/my love

ya ummi: my mother

abina: our father

— is2g if i got the arabic vocab wrong, i am going to cry. @softbajis djsjsj idk if this is right or notdjdjdj i am so upset. oh well....?

[twstmemories]

'i’m here for you. don’t forget that.' prompt for Jamil please and thank you! Also, congratulations on 1k!! 💕🎉💕🎉💕

drabble for 1k followers event

88 requests and every single jamil request is somewhat angst related but every request also manages to not request the same prompt this amazing

Jamil was sure that everything would go downhill the moment he snapped out from his overblotted state. He knew the moment he hatched out this whole plan against Kalim that his reputation and position would be endangered and every person he had oh so carefully become friends with would be wary of him.

It's a risk he took, and a consequence he was well prepared for.

He knew that. He had already prepared himself for the twisted frowns of fellow classmates surrounding him.

But when he came back to his senses and the first one he locked his eyes with were none other than you standing by the archway with a look he couldn't even describe?

Oh he felt his stomach turn in the worst way possible.

Jamil wasn't able to call out to you, nor reach his hand out and try to explain himself before he was faced with a crying Kalim. His previously worried expression twisting into one of annoyance at the loudness that was not helping his growing headache.

But when he had finally shoved Kalim's face away, because screw mannerisms and being polite now that his whole cover was already up in flames, you weren't by the archway anymore.

It's a consequence Jamil knew would happen, but god he didn't expect it to hurt as much as it did.

The next time he awoke, he was looking up at the same intricate patterns of the ceiling of his room, body feeling heavier than usual. But before he could force himself to get out of bed, a gentle hand had already pushed him back down: "You overblotted and overexhausted yourself. Just lay down, Jamil," you muttered softly, the vice-leader snapping his head towards you upon hearing your voice.

Didn't you leave? Weren't you disappointed? That he lied, stringed you along to thinking that he was a different person than he was? But before he could ask you any of those questions, you had only brushed aside his bangs and placed a cool towel on top of his forehead before gently cupping his cheek with your hand: "I already had a hunch you quite literally loathed Kalim. But I already told you once before and I'll tell you again," you say with a gentle smile.

Jamil knew what you were going to say. Because the first time you said it, he had brushed it off with a light chuckle not believing you.

"I'm here for you. Don't forget that," you gently reminded him once again.

Jamil had quite literally done everything for those words to never be uttered from your mouth again. But here you were, by his side and taking care of him while saying the exact same words he had brushed off months earlier.

And this time, Jamil did actually believe them.

[ye-local-simp]

Hi! Can I request short idia drabble when reader lights her cigarette by leaning in close and using his hair?

[Lighting a cigarette in Idia's hair]

Idia:

-He is already worried about your smoking even if it is a minimum amount.

-Mostly because of the fact that humans doesn't have much of a lifespan than he can have so he wants you to live as long as you possibly can so he does try to get you to quit.

-However he isn't too controlling, if you insist in smoking, he wouldn't really control you that way.

-As for other ways, he is very protective even though his social skills aren't the best.

-But if it is you, he would build you something to stop dangers, it's just his way of protecting you and showing affection.

-As for you lighting your cigarette...

-Doesn't know whether to feel honoured or offended.

-Like he is happy to at least provide fire for you but he doesnt want to feel like your personal walking fireplace plus he knows that smoking cigars are really unhealthy for humans.

-But he would allow it,since it is just you, if anyone asks, he will just do his famous runs back to his room with you running along if you want.

[trappolia]

HOT THINGS HE DOES FOR YOU ── deuce spade + gn!reader,

i. runs a hand through his hair and curses like a sailor when an algebra problem has been bothering him for too long. it messes up all his hard work in maintaining his appearance from this morning, but he’s far too upset to care. this goes for any moment of frustration for him too. sometimes his hair is so messy, you can catch the few strands of faded blond that he had failed to cover up when he dyed his hair before nrc, like the hints of his delinquent past are peeking through in more ways than one. there’s a frustrated look in his eyes that you’re a little guilty to admit you’re attracted to, and the way he spits out words definitely unexpected from an honour student makes your heart race in the strangest way … though, if you try catch his attention, he’s back to the deuce you know ─ wide doe eyes and a little lost. it makes your head spin, in the best way.

ii. takes your bags or anything that looks like it weighs more than necessary and carries them from you without even asking. most of the time this happens mid-conversation, like when he catches up with you at the hallway on your way to your next class. you’d engage in casual conversation, and suddenly he’s gently taking the straps of your bag and tugging it out of your hands, holding it in your stead while never breaking eye contact as he listens to you ramble about crewel's last lecture. and if you hold out your hand for him to give back your bag, he might just flush a little bit red and move your bag to his other side hastily, intertwining your fingers with his as he tugs you along gently to continue your journey, like he'd rather "embarrass himself" by pulling such a bold move rather than letting you carry your own stuff.

iii. always asks if it’s okay to kiss you. you’re sure than a decade could pass by, and he’d still be just as shy when it comes to kissing you. even when you give him your permission, he starts off with a shy brush of his lips against your own, a little peck or two, before diving back for more. he’ll ask every single time too. "are you sure? is it okay? can i really kiss you?" you’re not sure if your heart is pounding because of his lovely consideration of you or the fact that he can never find it in himself to stop asking for more once you let him have it the first time.

iv. starts bringing along his old leather jacket for you when you visit his hometown in the early spring or autumn. he says he brings it just in case you get cold, but you’re not oblivious enough that you don’t notice how the street punks keep their distance after doing a double take when they see you clad in the deuce spade’s leather jacket– some of them even offer their help with your groceries without being asked. it’s sort of funny and actually rather helpful in keeping out of trouble, but at the end of the day, you realise that deuce doesn’t see draping his old leather jacket over your shoulders as an act of possessiveness, but rather a way to keep you safe and protected in a subtle way. somehow, that sends your heart racing even more than the thought of him being possessive over you.

v. has an entire section of notes in his phone dedicated to you; like his regular school notes, messy and disorganised, but they’re filled with everything you could imagine. general things you like, little details of his day that reminded him of you, songs to put in playlists for you, and even pictures of stuff that you looked at while you were grocery shopping together. it’s complete with little observations and notes like they like to have the window seat but don’t want to bother people by asking, so let them board first so they can take it for themselves or they seem to like this type of snacks. maybe ask mom to send some of that one brand from the store back home in her next package. it’s the little but dedicated actions that show how much he really cares for you.

© trappolia 2024

[moxxbox]

Freshman playing DnD for the first time.

Random post ngl I just thought this would be fun(also this comes from a baby dnd player so be nice please😭😭😭😭)

~~~~~

Ace Trappola

Paladin, He heard it was an easy class, and just...man...STOP SAYING YOUR GOD WANTS YOU TO FUCK ALL THE NPCS😭

Deuce Spade

Paladin, Ace told him to pick it, He did research into DnD gods to pick the one he resonated with most. Also would be the reason Ace's character hasn't died yet😭

Healing touch healing touch healing touch

Jack Howl

Wizard, buff man, squishy character. Most of his spells that are attack related are fire DMG. He stops Ace's character from having sex with all the NPCs.

Epel Felmier

Fighter, he likes the fighting but ends up super interested in the full story nearing the end.

Sebek Zigvolt

Druid, he gets super into the lore of the campaign and gets super in character. I think he'd pick a tiefling character. Like he'd play a more quiet character and FULL OUT MAN ITD BE WONKY , like you accidentally walk in and just this normally loud AF dude is just the quietest dude ever.

[atlasnessie]

ACE TRAPPOLA ISNT ONE to become so flustered in front of someone. you laughed at a stupid joke he told as he laughed back, his face a bright pink in embarrassment. he’s dated a few people back when he was younger, although he knew that he fell in love this time, a lot harder than he did back in his past school years.

a platonic ‘ i love you ‘ made his heart zap. a simple platonic hand holding made him hold yours tighter, afraid of loosing something he loves so dearly. precious moments you think so little of and yet he gets so red about it

[hebimoonlightwrites]

♡~𝙷𝚎𝚋𝚒 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢~♡

~What is it?~

It's Valentine's Day but celebrated with the publication of some drabbles!

~What kind of drabbles will Hebi write?~

I'll write for every characters I've in my masterlist! So you can ask me for Paralive's, Hypmic's and Twst's characters!

And I'll write:

♡~ Romantic and fluff drabbles

♡~ NSFW and spicy drabbles

♡~ Drabbles with ships with OCs or character x character

And you can choose between:

~♡Simple drabbles

~♡Drabbles + some sketches 

~How can I join?~

You can simply send me an ask with all the informations about the mc or OC and the character you prefer!

Please, remember that you can only ask for a character or a ship (OC x character; character x character). Also, please, give me all the information you'd like to read about and, in case you'd like to have some sketches, remember to tell me what kind of sketches you'd like to get! (example: chibis or imitating the anime's style..etc-)

!!!Sketches won't be complex digital and coloured drawings, but cute handmade drawings, scanned with a printer!!! Remember please that I'm not an artist but just a girl who likes to try new things!!!

If you'd like to know some artists, I can tag them for you all>>> @7000f1 @70-ff-33 @dozyragdxll @papillonprisme and others~ They are definitely very talented!♥

~Example you can follow to send an ask:

Hi, can I request a drabble for Ichiro with a fem!mc who's pretty shy, loves him but hasn't told him yet? I'd even like some sketches with it! It'd be cute if you drew him with her cuddling on a sofa!

♡♡~I hope you'll participate to this small event. Happy Valentine's Day by Hebi Moonlight ~♡♡

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[cvlutos]

♡ J.H BOYFRIEND

HEADCANNONS

♡ Jack Howl is the type of boyfriend that if you have any hair in your face, to subconsciously move it. Always commenting how he can't see your face, even if it's purposeful. He likes seeing your eyes and lips when you smile or laugh and he also like being able to read your expression easily. He can't do so if you have hair in your face.

♡ Jack is the type of boyfriend who won't go outta his way to match with you, but I'm the same breath will. If you wear a piece a gold jewelry, he's also wearing gold jewelry. If you have a silver bracelet, he's wearing a silver watch. Little things that match, he's not trying to flaunt, but even if your both far apart, it makes him feel even more so connected to you.

♡ Jack is the type of boyfriend to over prepare, especially when you are involved. If he's planning a simple jog in the morning for himself, he's bringing the bare essentials, phone, headphones, water bottle, timer, and that's it. If you're jogging with him, suddenly he needs a first aid kit, a entire backpack of different healthy snacks, blanket in case you get cold, plus 15 other things you don't possibly need of a 30 minute jog. He just wants to make sure you have everything you need to enjoy yourself,. especially if you don't like jogging nor exercise, he really appreciates it when you step out of your comfort zone for him.

♡ Jack is the type of boyfriend who oddly enough loves board games, he isn't a fan a video games, though he'll play. (Lowkey good at very simple task oriented games like Stardew, or any games with a list of things needed to be done) Jack loves board games, especially when it's just you and him having friendly competition, there's someone so romantic about sitting across from you moving plastic pieces, though Jack will no go easy on you, and if you want to win, you gotta actually try.

♡ Jack is the type of boyfriend who does everything 50/50. If you cooked dinner, he's cleaning the kitchen, if you did the laundry, he's folding. You cleaned the living room, he's cleaning the bedroom. He enjoys not only doing things well and living within a clean environment, he also doesn't expect a home to be maintained single handedly. Jack is the definition of "teamwork makes the dream work." And he's so supportive, even if it's an activity he completely doesn't understand, he wants to celebrate any and every achievement.

♡ Jack is the type of boyfriend who is very communicative. If something is bothering him, he'll wait until you're in private to address the issue. He's not the type to get jealous nor is he insecure about his standing, but in the rare chance he is, he rather face it head on then let resentment grow. Jack also is a very honest person and won't lie to you either, unless absolute necessary, he acts with his head alot more than his heart, and if you're more in the opposite, Jack can regulate and won't push and issue of youre over emotional. Even if you need time apart, Jack wont let that stop him from making sure that you're okay and that he loves you regardless of an argument.

♡ Jack is the type of boyfriend who's possessive but not jealous. If he has an issue with another person flirting with you, he'll bring it up to the other person and ask them to stop. If they don't, then he'll go to you, and let you fix the issue if you can. He puts a lot of faith and trust in you and doesn't believe you'd ever betray him, which is way he can't help but roll his eyes when another person tries and asks you out, only to be rejected. It inflates his ego just a bit.

♡ Jack is the type of boyfriend who walks around the house wearing grey sweats and tank tops. And gets so smug if you get even the slightest hint of distracted by it. Especially with his white haired happy trail, that occasionally shows when he raises his arms to stretch. He purposely does it cause he likes you being inlove with him and you constantly showing it. Jack often finds himself teetering on the line of love and obsessed, he simple loves sending every part of his day with you and finds it difficult to be far from you. He hopes you feel the same way he does.

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[ay-chuu]

Painted Red

Pairing: Riddle Rosehearts x GN!Reader

Note: It's a letter from Riddle, to you 🧡

Dear Prefect, Thief of Hearts

Love is a very unregulated feeling. Love is a feeling that is very difficult to control, even if there are rules. I know this because you taught me.

I remember the stupid question Ace asked you one day when we were walking in the garden. "Why do we paint beautiful white roses in red instead of planting red roses?" Huh. As if he had the right to disobey the Queen of Hearts rules. But at the same time, I remember what makes this moment beautiful... Your perfect answer.

"Perhaps the queen made this rule for her own depiction. Nor do some people look white even though they are white, Ace. Some white people get dirty with bad feelings, get dirty and paint themselves red last of all. But he's always white, actually.

You know, I only thought about you that night. -actually, I always do- maybe I should be mad at you for getting into my head while I was preparing for the chemistry exam... But I can't... My love for you, it turns every red feeling into white, my beautiful rose.

I wish i could say all the beautiful phrases directly when I'm talking to you. But I can't do it because I can't even talk, let alone talk like a writer in front of you.

I am in love with you. I am in love with you and your unregulated, contrary and inherently colorful born self. You're so for away from perfection according to the rules, but that's why you're perfect anyway, my rose.

Will you accept my love, which comes with these red and purple roses?

Will you see and love me, painted in red, with its whiteness?

I don't know the answer to this... But I love you very much, my rose.

With love and respect,

Riddle Rosehearts

A/N: Just a little reminder that in that story white does not mean skin color, but good feelings 🙏🏽