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Serving: A Guard's Rare Day Off

The halls of Diasomnia were quiet, which, to Sebek Zigvolt, meant they were highly suspicious.

Normally, the dorm was filled with the low hum of ancient magic, the soft rustling of Lilia hanging upside down from a chandelier, or the aggravating sound of Silver sleeping while standing up. But today, the silence was absolute.

Sebek paced the length of the entrance hall, his heavy boots clicking rhythmically against the polished stone. His brow was furrowed so deeply it looked permanently etched into his face. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his green eyes darted to every shadow.

"Too quiet," Sebek muttered to himself. "This is exactly the sort of environment assassins favor. I must remain vigilant. The Young Master’s safety depends entirely upon my unwavering focus!"

"You're going to wear a trench into the floor, Sebek."

Sebek whirled around, instantly dropping into a defensive stance, magic sparking at the tip of his pen. "STATE YOUR BUSINESS AND STEP INTO THE—oh. It is you."

You stepped out from behind a large tapestry, holding a suspiciously ornate box. "You really need to lower your baseline volume, Sebek. You’re going to give the gargoyles a headache."

Sebek immediately straightened up, his cheeks flushing a faint pink, though he refused to drop his severe expression. "I am merely fulfilling my duties as a guard! Which you are currently interrupting! Why are you lurking in the shadows? Did Silver put you up to this? If he is sleeping in the courtyard again, I swear—"

"Silver is asleep, yes, but not in the courtyard," you interrupted smoothly, walking up to him. "And Malleus is currently in the library with Lilia. They are perfectly safe."

Sebek’s eyes narrowed. "And how would you know the exact whereabouts of the Young Master?"

"Because Malleus explicitly told me to tell you that if you do not take the next three hours off to relax, he will personally enchant your boots to dance the waltz until sunset."

Sebek gasped, absolute horror dawning on his face. "The... The Young Master threatened me with a curse? Because I am working too hard? What a profound display of mercy and concern! As expected of the future ruler of the Briar Valley!" He brought a hand to his chest, looking close to tears of sheer loyalty. "I am unworthy of such benevolent punishment!"

"Right. Well. Before you start crying over his majesty," you sighed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the dorm's private dining area, "you're coming with me. Sit."

You shoved him gently into a plush velvet chair. Sebek looked incredibly out of place, sitting stiff as a board, his eyes darting around as if expecting an ambush.

You set the box down on the table and carefully lifted the lid.

Inside was a masterpiece from the Mostro Lounge's secret menu: The Thunderbolt Matcha Mille-Feuille. It was a towering dessert of crisp, buttery pastry layered with rich, earthy matcha cream. The top was glazed with a stunning emerald mirror sheen, and it was garnished with spun sugar shaped like jagged bolts of lightning.

Sebek stared at it. "What is this?"

"It's a cake, Sebek. It’s your birthday."

"I am aware of the date of my birth," Sebek huffed, crossing his arms and looking away, though his eyes kept betraying him by darting back to the sugar lightning bolts. "But a true guard does not require frivolous celebrations. My birth is only significant because it allowed me to live in the same era as the Young Master. That is gift enough."

"Sebek." You leaned across the table, fixing him with a stare that brooked absolutely no argument. "You train harder than anyone I know. You patrol in the rain. You study until you pass out at your desk. You yell at everyone who slacks off. For one day out of three hundred and sixty-five, you are allowed to just be Sebek. Now, eat the cake before I shove it into your mouth."

Sebek’s mouth opened, likely to issue a booming reprimand about your lack of respect, but he closed it.

He looked at you. Truly looked at you. The fierce, defensive energy that usually radiated off him in waves seemed to temper, dialing down from a raging storm to a quiet, electric hum.

"You... requested this to be made?" he asked, his voice dropping to a volume that could actually be classified as a normal human speaking level.

"I did," you said softly, pushing a silver fork toward him. "Matcha. Not too sweet, earthy, with a bit of a crunch. I figured it would suit you."

Sebek picked up the fork with surprising delicacy. He cut a perfect, geometric slice from the pastry, the layers cracking satisfyingly under the pressure, and took a bite.

You watched him, holding your breath.

Sebek chewed in complete silence. His eyes widened a fraction of an inch. The tension in his jaw melted away, and his shoulders dropped from where they had been permanently hiked up around his ears. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Well?" you prompted.

"It is..." Sebek cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "It is not entirely offensive to my palate. The bitterness of the tea balances the sugar adequately. The pastry technique is... acceptable."

"I’ll take that as a glowing five-star review," you laughed, resting your chin in your hands.

Sebek took another bite, eating with the focused efficiency he applied to everything in his life, but there was a distinct softness to his gaze now.

"Thank you," he muttered, so quietly you almost missed it.

"What was that? Couldn't hear you over your usual volume."

"I SAID THANK YOU!" Sebek roared, his face turning the color of a ripe tomato as he slammed a hand on the table. "DO NOT MOCK ME WHEN I AM EXPRESSING GRATITUDE!"

You couldn't help it; you burst out laughing. It was loud, joyous, and completely unafraid of his temper.

Sebek glared at you for a moment, panting slightly. But then, the glare fractured. He let out a sharp sigh, shaking his head, though the faint smile returned to his lips.

"You are an incredibly frustrating individual," he stated, picking up his fork again.

"Happy Birthday, Sebek," you smiled.

"Hmph. Yes. Well." He focused very hard on the matcha cream, avoiding your eyes. "...Sit down. There is too much of this for one person to consume efficiently. You will assist me."

You pulled up a chair beside him, the silence of the room no longer feeling suspicious, but rather, perfectly, comfortably shared.

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Hey everyone. As I mentioned in my previous announcement, I am still officially on an indefinite hiatus.

However...

I remembered what day it was. And I know that Sebek is the absolute favorite of a very special patron of mine ( @bluessmau ). I couldn't in good conscience let his birthday pass by without opening the kitchen doors for a quick, special serving just for them.

Thank you all for the continued patience and well wishes while I'm away. It means the world to me. I'll be retreating back into my hiatus now to take care of my family, but I hope this brought a little bit of joy to your day!

My reasoning has changed over time as I have learned more about myself.

It should be of note: I can't play Twisted Wonderland so I have watched countless translations on YouTube, Tumblr archives that have been my heros, and I have read extensively up on lore and everything canon I can get my hands on in English, though I have been known to be feral enough to translate when desperate. Manga, art book translations, novels, etc are not safe from my brain. I am hungry for any shred I can get on these men and the world they live in. This isn't my first rodeo with Yana's (their creator) work. I know this woman's capacity to ruin my life and I thank her for it.

Let's start with the easiest to explain:

Vil Shoenheit is a favorite of mine simply because I vibe with him as a whole. I would be very happy in Pomfiore under his care. The minute book 5 started I was hooked as a whole and never went back. I respect him and love him in a way I can only call a deep admiration for his soul.

Some consider him over the top and yes he can be, but for how my brain is wired he and I click and I don't find myself questioning him—because to me he makes sense.

I love his banter, self awareness and ability to push himself as well as think on his feet with different types of people. It speaks to his intelligence socially and I find that attractive. He doesn't cower and has a healthy self respect, albeit insecure beneath the surface, but even that is relatable in the best way to me. I find his character is one that meets mine when I'm at my best and most prepared and comes beside me when I need an 'iron sharpens iron' pick me up. I'm a creature that needs structure and I believe Vil would be aware enough to not verbally abuse me after the first few instances of learning my patterns in his eyes. He doesn't sit back and wait, he engages and changes, and expects those around him to do the same. Which is something that I mimic and do with those in my life. The healthy eating/lifestyle is just a bonus that makes his character even sweeter, as I'm just as strict with my diet/regimens for the same reasons and I love to see representation in a non-toxic way since most stuff I find on these issues within the community paint this as horrible and over the top. Vil doesn't apologize for being him and I adore that.

Ruggie Bucchi is a new addition that hit me like his signature spell 'Laugh With Me' did. Talk about blind sided! But I believe that's apart of the spark that got me hooked on getting to know his character. Book 2 gave me bad vibes with him, but after reading his lore and seeing that Savanaclaw students are more than they seem more on one particular student later, I found myself getting followed around by the hyena across blogs and I never had to go looking for him. He just showed up and offered more for me to know him.

Ruggie is what I would consider my safe space. He doesn't ask for anything from me, well maybe my food if I'm not finishing it, but I digress. He makes me laugh and feel human, reminds me life is funny even when messy and less ideal. He tells me that no matter how dark life gets, one can still be full of hope. Which mirrors a core trait of mine and I'm gonna explode on this later.

His love for community, his dorm and his family is beautiful, and as I don't have one I can appreciate and learn from him how to love others. He's cheeky and mischievous but beneath it he's reasoning, thinking. I actually have some writing on him in an AU I'm playing in and I refer to him as "a swiss army knife of adaptability" which I think sums him up pretty well. His loyalty is unmatched and his HOPE is what had me pausing and turning around to give him another chance. Sevens his maga panel with him breaking,literally cracking, his dream in book seven... I was captured entirely by it and he took a bite out of my heart I won't be getting back.

He wasn't who I expected to ever be a favorite, but he stole a piece of my heart just for himself out from beneath the three other men on this list which fits his vibe. Since he's the newest, my reasoning isn't as deep with him as the others quite yet, I'm still discovering the why with him. But I can't wait to see what I uncover.

Jamil Viper, sigh, him and my OG from hell are probably on my thirteen reasons why list. Not because I dislike them, but because I have no illusion about who they are and it breaks me to go back to simpler times where I didn't know what I know and feel what I feel for them.

If Vil was an appreciation, Jamil is a meeting of blood. I cried for this man despite the atrocities when I learned the depth of his tale glanced over in the EN server. He took me down a rabbit hole and I haven't been the same since. He's nuanced, careful, detailed and above all, capable of deceiving and enjoying it. He is wickedly smart and I have to agree with Leona in book 7 completely. Most paint him as a yandere or a type with yandere potential. I see a man who has nothing, even his name is to beautify, not just be himself.

I adore his love for his passions. He's subtle enough one has to look at him in order to see it. He often hides his true self and I have to admit that angers me ...because at one point in my life I was a "slave" to others too. To not outshine or make a fuss, to be less so someone else could be more. To not get a choice. But be at another's mercy and whims. I know it all too well and the simmering, bubbling vindicative wrath and hatred that lays beneath the surface is like an old friend you never invited to stay but lives in your walls mocking you.

Jamil is a character that shows me that no matter how smart, capable, talented, needed one is ...if an environment, circumstance or even our own mind is against us, we can be devoured.

He's a character I want to cook with, not to chat but to just float around each other. Assist the assistant not to gain his time, but to just be. No questions asked.

I would hope Jamil and I can be friends once he realizes I'm not there to take from him or ask of him anything. To partner with him because he's incredible. He's a character I watch with heavy eyes and an even heavier heart. He's hard to know, but if given a chance... I would take it just to be able to know the shadows his light casts.

Okay have grace with me because he acts worse than he is, Leona Kingscholar. My OG from day one that I have been fitfully and hopelessly devoted to. I didn't want to like him, but just as Ruggie follows me around he does too, but crank it up to 500. I can't escape him and he taunts me. I don't go looking for him, he finds me and drags me back to Savanaclaw every day. Every. Day.

I don't like giving him attention because he gets so much fan service and I know how he feels about that (fairy gala). The anime currently has me on life support, I'm so done with him. But!

I can't escape him. And I think he's amused with that because he's layered, like an onion. And like an onion, I've been peeling for a long time with him, and I like onions. He's devotion to his dorm despite saying one thing and doing another is peak behavior. While it makes me pull my hair out, and believe me this man stresses me out beyond normal reasons, I keep coming back because he is more than what he seems. And no pun intended, that's cat nip to me.

We have several similar traits: devotion to those in our inner circle, strategists, analytical and hungry for knowledge to the point we have to use outside sources to translate said knowledge and being passionate about it, being over looked and caged into a position (Jamil mention), witty, teasing, smart to a fault and left bored with our world and those around us. I can relate to the gifted kid angle and being born with great power that others demonize and belittle because it's outside the norm and terrifying. The last bit is probably where we both can sit in the same room on. If he'd ever.

Can we see the parallels yet?

He reminds me that even if he thinks he has no hope for himself, he still doesn't quite believe it (book 7 anyone?), and his ability to love on those around him through advice is like asking me if I like the sun. Yes, obviously. He's corny and clearly struggles to relate to people, which I can speak to as in person I mirror him to a fault. Intimidating, suffocating presence on accident but will use to advantage, rich family lineage one can't escape but will use if necessary, and just doesn't want people to fear him but respect him. For who he is not his face, family or reputation. For HIM. His own merit. I get it, I walk it. I literally get judged the minute I leave my house just because of my line. It's heavy to have the burden of a name, a past, follow you. And it's worse when people get struck dumb because of your beauty, it draws barriers and people assume things about you. Which use to your advantage...

Leona is my reality. He is the man I would choose for myself and stand by on all fronts if I had to. Not because he's perfect, but because his mess and my mess roar the same way. To shake the gilded cages we never wanted but got forced into anyway when we can. Waiting, hoping, praying that someone will come along and take the time to get beyond the layers and not just assume that the surface and first impression is all there is. I have a deep love for his character and his self sabotage makes me ill I swear. But I wouldn't have it any other way.

We both play chess with ourselves because we can't find anyone to play with anymore.

First, I usually draft the SMAU in Google Docs using Ctrl+Shift+L for the character, and Ctrl+Shift+R for the Reader. This will put the lines of dialogue to the left and right, respectively, as seen below.

However, if you are not doing this on a laptop, then you can just use the drop-down menu on Google Docs to put the texts left and right, or you can distinguish them by putting [char]: and [reader]: and then their dialogues.

Each character, as I personally write them, takes about 1.25 pages, since that equates to 3 screenshots for Tumblr formatting.

I also use Google Docs to keep track of the contact names that I create for the characters using the Tab system on GD, as seen below. ‘Names’ would be the contact names, ‘Scenarios’ is where I draft the SMAU’s, ‘Taglist’ is my copy-paste of your users that I can slap onto the end of my posts, and ‘Masterlist’ contains all the links to my works.

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Second, putting it into text messages. I use the default iPhone texting app… the very same one that I use to play 8-Ball with my younger brother. However, I text my own number, and just change the name and profile at the top.

I actually have a photo album in my gallery called ‘smau pfps’, where it has the contact photos that I use for the characters. Whenever I change the contact photo, I always go to that folder. Then I also change the name.

Through this method, whatever you type and send duplicates itself.

The next step is to delete the texts side-to-side in order to simulate a back-and-forth conversation, as seen below.

Then you screenshot the results and upload them onto a Tumblr draft. I recommend doing this through the website since it allows 30 images per post rather than through the app which only allows 10 images.

Then you format the post however you like and tag it with the appropriate tags and send your baby off for the world to enjoy!

Cater Diamond

Leona Kingscholar

Azul Ashengrotto

Jamil Viper

Vil Schoenheit

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

Jade Leech

You were helping him build a new terrarium, mostly just listening as he ranted to you about a new hiking trail he explored. He saw that you weren’t really paying attention, but he did not pay much mind since you were still allowing him to talk passionately about his hobby.

However, it was when he asked you a question about your day and you did not answer that he grew a bit concerned. He smiled as he placed another snail in the tank before turning to you and speaking to you.

“My pearl, I believe your mind has escaped you.” “Yes… to you, Mr. Fairest in the Land and Seas.”

How charming you could be. Jade felt his heart beat a bit harder as he leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek. He continued to work on the terrarium, but his mind kept drifting off to what you had called him.

Floyd Leech

The large eel had been in a sour mood all day, so Azul approved the request to have him take a day off from the Lounge. So, Floyd immediately went to Ramshackle where his lovely significant other was waiting for him. Upon seeing you, he immediately brightened up and tackled you to the bed for some cuddles.

So here you were, being pressed against the mattress as Floyd burrowed himself into your chest. You were running your hand soothingly through his hair, giving him his daily affirmations as he sat quietly and listened. “You know… you’re so handsome, baby. You might be the Fairest of Them All.”

His mood immediately spiked. “You really think so, Shrimpy?” At your nod, he smiled a sharp, toothy grin as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. It may seem like a little thing to do, but Floyd was constantly told that he was annoying or that he was intimidating. To know that there was one person who viewed him in a good light did wonders.

Rook Hunt

When put up against Rook, your compliments are outshined by his. He absolutely loved to shower you in love and affection, and he rarely ever gave you room to reciprocate. After all, he was a lover of love, and he wanted to treat you like the royalty that he believed you were.

However, one day, you walked in on him napping, so you decided to finally get your ‘revenge’. You let compliment after compliment fall out of your mouth as you believed your beloved hunter was asleep. Little did you know, he was wide awake and ready to receive your verbal love.

“Oh, my darling… do you really think all that about moi?” He asked as he sat up.

You nodded and smiled, “Yes. I also think you’re the Fairest in the Land.”

Could this day get any better for him? His significant other had just proclaimed their undying admiration for him! He could very much die right there and be happy. He smothered you in kisses, leaving you with lipstick marks all over your face.

Lilia Vanrouge

As your boyfriend, he took it upon himself to help you with any assignments you were struggling with. After all, he was there when it was all discovered. He was the best person you could possibly go to when you were having trouble.

Anyway, you were sitting on his bed as he explained a timeline of Twisted Wonderland history when he noticed that you seemed to be zoned out. He poked your cheek teasingly as he recaptured your attention. “You don’t seem to be paying attention, darling.”

You were a bit embarrassed as you looked up at him, and you explained, “Sorry, baby. I was just lost in my head… but I think you’re truly the Fairest of Them All.”

Your wedding day. A day that you and Lilia were excited for. A day that the entire village was excited for. After all, a high-ranking general like Lilia getting married was a big deal.

However, what you both were actually excited for was the wedding night, where he carried you over the threshold of the door and into the cottage to begin your honeymoon. An entire month, as per tradition. Of course, there would be no consumption of honey mead, but an entire month of fucking.

He set you on the ground of your bedroom before getting started on removing your wedding dress and helping you take your makeup off and hair out. Then, he removed his armor, as he got married with it on, and laid you on the bed.

His lips met the sensitive skin of your neck, his fangs gently prodding it to elicit small gasps from your lips. Then, when he got to a particular area of your neck, he sank his fangs in far enough to draw blood before licking it all up.

Lilia slowly trailed his kisses down your neck… your collarbone… your chest… your stomach… before he reached your underwear. A lacy pair… but he didn’t have the patience to admire it as he ripped it off.

All of a sudden, he was hit by the alluring scent of your pussy. Fuck… you were fertile. All Lilia could see right then and there was an image: you round and pregnant with his baby. Babies. He wanted twins.

His tongue delved into your folds, and he put your legs on his shoulders so he could make sure you wouldn’t squirm as he indulged in your taste. Your thighs wrapped around his head, and he swore to all the Seven that he could die happy right then and there.

He feasted like a man starved, drawing moans, gasps, and choked sobs from you. 

“H-Honey… fuck!” You squeal as his tongue flicked against your clit, making your entire body tremble as you came all over his face.

When he pulled away from your cunt, he smiled and your juices glistened on his skin. “The first of many, my dear wife… Now, I want twins…” The look in his eyes made you realize that you would have a lot of trouble walking tomorrow morning… but that was irrelevant at the moment.

He shifted his body so that he was on top of you, grabbing his member to line it up. Despite his smaller stature compared to his soldiers, he had seven inches of pure pleasure. You would know: this wasn’t your first time with the fae general.

Once he started sliding the tip into your soaked pussy, your legs wrapped around his hips. You felt yourself seeing stars, and your nails dug into his back as he started pulling his member out before thrusting it right back in… where it belongs.

“My pretty wife… s-so full of my cock…” He whispered, your walls clenching down on him in the best way possible.

You felt so full with him… and you always felt so warm and loved despite him basically having to bully his cock into you each time he thrusted his hips forward.

“Lilia… fuck!... baby, please…” You couldn’t even make a coherent thought aside from ‘more’. You wanted him to get you pregnant. You wanted to swell and get round with his children. You wanted to be the mother to his kids… You wanted it all. But mostly, you wanted him.

Soon, he felt his cock throbbing inside of you, and as you clenched tightly around him, he thrusted more ravenously into you until you came again. Then, he spilled his load inside you, letting out a groan as he felt your walls greedily suck him in like a magnet.

For a few seconds, you both just sat there, him still inside you to make sure that nothing spilled out. He pressed kiss after kiss to your face and your neck, trying to bring you back down to Earth.