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i envy people who have grungey and like,,, dirtier(??) styles. not to say the art is dirt but like, really textured and messy. elongated limbs, dramatisized (anatomically correct) proportions, "ugly" or uncanny expressions, purposely muddy colors.
its such a gorgeous artstyle, i prefer it over the vector looking art where everything is smooth and not a singular pixel is out of place despite that being my main style.
ive always leaned to the more moe-brightly colored style of art when making my own, i like where ive landed now but sometimes you just gotta look at those messy styles and go "damn i want that."
realistically i know i can make art like that because its not exactly difficult to mimic a style if i really want it, art of perseverance or whatever, but im never automatically inclined into the style like i am with my brightly colored style.
hear me out ummmmm ive recently finished ace's dream in book 7 and honestly?????? im highkey desperate for some beach episode aceyuu sooo..... whenever you can.......... could you.... pleaseeeee pretty please
the beach had been ace's idea, though he'd never admit the real reason he was looking forward to it so much. he'd spent the entire walk there bragging about how he was going to dominate every beach game imaginable, only for every coherent thought to immediately vanish the second you stepped out wearing a simple swimsuit and an oversized cover-up. "...oh." was all his brain managed before it completely blue-screened. you tilted your head. "oh?" ace nearly choked on absolutely nothing. "n-nothing! i just—uh—you look... beachy?" he wanted to bury himself alive the moment the words left his mouth. beachy? really? that was the best the great ace trappola could come up with? you laughed so brightly it almost made the embarrassment worth it, thanking him with a smile that only made his face hotter. deuce wandered over, completely oblivious, and asked if ace was feeling sick because his face was "kinda red." ace responded by shoving him into the sand. the rest of the afternoon wasn't much easier. everywhere you guys went, someone seemed to glance at you, whether it was because you were laughing while chasing grim along the shoreline or because you were helping little sea creatures back into the water after the tide rolled in. ace tried very hard to convince himself he didn't care. people have eyes. they're gonna look. totally normal. and yet every time he caught someone staring just a little too long, he found himself stepping a little closer to you without even realizing it. when one random person, most likely a student, walked over to compliment your beach hat and struck up a conversation, ace appeared out of nowhere with two ice creams in hand. "hey, prefect!" he called a little too loudly. "got your favorite before they sold out!" the said person blinked in surprise before politely excusing themselves, leaving ace standing there with the world's most suspiciously timed distraction. you accepted the ice cream with a grateful smile. "you have really good timing." ace scratched the back of his neck, pretending to be far more interested in his own melting cone than the fact that he'd successfully interrupted the conversation. "...yeah, well. didn't want your ice cream to melt." you hummed thoughtfully before looping an arm through his on the walk back toward the waves. "good thing i have you looking out for me, then." ace stared straight ahead, ears burning so brightly he was convinced they could've rivaled the sunset. he didn't even notice the ocean anymore, or the warm breeze, or even deuce shouting about losing another volleyball game to jack. all he could think about was the gentle weight of you leaning against him... and the embarrassingly obvious grin he was trying—and failing—to hide for the rest of the day.
the second I read only Ace requests I was PREPARED. So here’s the idea hear me out. Ace has a super huge crush on the prefect and while at a sleepover with them and the other first years. They get trapped in one of Ramshackle’s small closets. Oh no!! You decide the rest if you want it to be suggestive, fluff, or more~ have a good day!!
the sleepover had started out surprisingly normal. grim had somehow convinced everyone to watch a horror movie despite being the first one to yelp whenever something moved on screen, deuce was trying his best to keep everyone from destroying ramshackle, jack was questioning every life decision that had led him here, and epel and sebek were loudly arguing over who would survive a monster attack. naturally, it was during one of those arguments that someone suggested hiding in ramshackle's tiny storage closet as a joke. ace, ever eager to prove he wasn't scared, dramatically grabbed your wrist and declared, "see? i'll even go in first!" the door swung shut behind them... and the ancient lock immediately clicked. "...uh." ace stared at the handle. it didn't budge. "...guys?" he called, trying to sound casual. "little help?" the only response was muffled laughter from outside followed by grim proudly announcing, "oops! i think it's stuck!" the closet was barely big enough for one person, let alone two. ace and you found yourselves shoulder to shoulder, every tiny movement bumping elbows or knees simply because there was nowhere else to stand. ace's heart, already prone to embarrassing behavior around you, chose that exact moment to start pounding like he'd run laps around the entire campus. stay cool, he told himself. it's just them. you've hung out like a million times. then you looked up at him with an apologetic smile and quietly said, "sorry... this is kinda cramped." ace's brain promptly evacuated the premises. "n—no! i mean—yeah! it is! closets are... famously... closet-sized." the second the sentence left his mouth, he wanted to throw himself through the wall. outside, the others were apparently having far too much fun trying—and failing—to force the swollen door open, leaving ace and you trapped for several more minutes. to distract himself from the fact that he was standing close enough to hear and feel your quiet breathing along his neck, ace started rambling about literally anything that came to mind: classes, basketball, trein's cat, whether ghosts paid rent to haunt abandoned buildings. you giggled at every increasingly ridiculous theory until you were both laughing so hard the cramped little closet didn't feel quite so small anymore. when the door finally burst open with a loud creak, sending ace stumbling backwards into... deuce's... arms, epel took one look at ace's bright red face and immediately smirked. "dang, ace. ya were only in there for five minutes. why do ya look like ya ran a marathon?" ace pointed an accusing finger at him without missing a beat. "it's hot in there, okay?!" jack glanced into the tiny closet, then back at ace with complete deadpan. "...it's winter." your laughter echoed through ramshackle as ace groaned into his hands, realizing that no matter how many monsters, overblots, or magical disasters he survived, nothing would ever be as terrifying as being hopelessly, spectacularly obvious around his favorite person.
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Could I request Sebek x fem!reader where reader is basically the cure for him getting cold at night because she runs really warm.
You can make it headcanons if you can't make it a oneshot :3
Also if you don't feel like you can write this please just send me a dm or reply to this so I know to send in another when I can
⚡︎ ⋆.˚ ❝ melt you like a popsicle! ❞ feat. sebek zigvolt
↪ summary ♡ ˎˊ˗ in which you help your boyfriend who is a living popsicle!
↪ content ♡ ˎˊ˗ oneshot (1.3k words), gender neutral reader, no use of name, fluff, short and sweet!
↪ masterlist ♡ ˎˊ˗
“So, you’re saying that you just need me to sleep with you tonight?” You teased, grinning at Sebek as he sputtered at your words, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.
“YOU ARE WORDING IT STRANGELY ON PURPOSE.” He announced dramatically, looking around to make sure nobody had heard what you’d said. “It’s not that way, as I clearly stated!! It is only for the purpose of surviving to live another day!!”
“And not because you want to spend a night with me?” You pouted at him, pretending to be upset. His cheeks turned from pink to red as he attempted to cover his face with his hand, the color still clearly visible on his neck and ears.
“I-I…I DID NOT SAY THAT.” His words were a bit muffled due to how he was covering his face, but it was still easy to understand him given his natural talking volume.
You kind of felt bad for teasing him so much when he had clearly been building up the courage to ask you, but you couldn’t help yourself! He’s just too cute! “So you do want to spend a night with me, huh? That makes me happy.”
“YOU-!” He started, his face betraying his inner turmoil. “Be at Diasomnia tonight and don’t be late!! I MUST ATTEND CLASS NOW.” He turned on his heel and left right away, his strides rather long.
“Maybe he didn’t realize that he didn’t tell me what time?” You said to yourself, watching as he walked away.
♡♡♡
When you receive a rather demanding text from Sebek, you can only giggle before making your way to the Mirror Chamber, (he admitted he had forgotten to tell you a time, but he assured you dinner was already over).
It’s already late in the evening when you arrive at Diasomnia, so there’s not too many who notice your sudden presence except for the few students lingering in the common area. When you spot Sebek, you have to stifle your giggles; he’s standing in the corner next to the staircase, his posture abnormally rigid as he smoothed his hair over with his hands. He had already changed into his pajamas, and you found it a bit endearing how they matched his hair color, (although you’re questioning the hat…does he really need a hat to go to sleep?).
He only notices your presence when you’re directly in front of him, his eyes momentarily widening at how you playfully let out a ‘boo!’. “When did you get here?! You should have said something!!”
“Relax, I just got here! I didn’t wanna keep my popsicle waiting too long~”
“YOU…” Heads turned when Sebek’s voice unintentionally got a bit louder, to which he cleared his throat awkwardly, lowering the volume again. “I am not a popsicle!! As I said, this is only for the purpose of-of survival!”
“If you say so,” You teased, making Sebek narrow his gaze at you in his very serious way, (he’s so cute even if he’s looking at you like this).
“I do!!” He began walking up the stairs with you following, leading the both of you to his room.
Perhaps his request had been so surprising to you since he hadn’t even let you into his room yet, stating that you would ‘distract’ him from sleeping or studying if you were there, (which you could tell was a bit of a thing for him to admit, so you decided not to tease him about it). You had to admit, you were pretty curious about his room decor…were there portraits of Malleus everywhere?
Oh, there’s just one. That’s better than I was expecting.
“Pff, Sebek…” You giggled, pointing at his bed.
“W-What?!”
“Hehe, did you match your sheets to your hair color?” He sputtered at your words, his words suddenly coming up blank.
“I, uh…I…LILIA CHOSE THEM FOR ME.” He stammered, crossing his arms and huffing.
“Yeah?”
“YES,”
“It’s cute,”
“Cute?!” He exclaimed, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he looked at you in shock. “You think it’s cute…” His eyes widen even more as you tap his nose playfully.
“Yup. Are you ready for me to melt you now?”
“Melt-?! Wha-?!”
“‘Cause you’re my super sweet popsicle who freezes without me, apparently.” Sebek gaped at your teasing, seeming unable to form words as you flopped on his bed, making yourself comfortable. “If you’re gonna stand there all night, it’ll hurt my feelings.”
“You’re on the whole bed!!”
“Oops.” You scooted yourself over, making room for him as he walked over rather robotically, seating himself on the very edge of the bed.
“Well!!” He started, turning off the lamp. “Fairest of nights to you, rest well!!” His body weight shifted in the bed, and from the dim outline in the dark you could tell he was laying as close to the edge as he possibly could, laying completely flat like a wooden plank.
“...You’re gonna stay all the way over there?”
“This is a suitable spot.”
“You don’t want to be closer to me?” There was silence for a bit, your question hanging in the air as you patiently waited for his answer.
“I don’t wish to make you…uncomfortable.”
“Would I have agreed if I thought I was going to be uncomfortable?” There was silence from him, and you knew you’d won. “Exactly. Now come here, I know you’re freezing.”
He stayed still for a few moments before awkwardly shuffling over, stopping when he was just shy of actually making any contact with you. Even without touching him, you could feel the chill that was radiating off of him. You could only smile quietly to yourself at how he was trying to respect your boundaries, (that you didn’t even set) as you cuddled into his side, pulling your leg up to rest over him. His skin was ice cold against yours which made a shiver go down your back, but you kept close to him, knowing your heater-like warmth would kick in soon.
You let out a soft ‘brr’, resting your arm across his chest. “Wow, you’re actually freezing. How did you sleep before?”
“...I would stoke the fireplace until there was enough heat to reach my bed.” He explained, though there was a sheepish tone to his voice. “Lilia has told me I’m no longer allowed to do that.”
“I’m kind of scared to ask, but why not?”
“The carpet caught on fire.”
“Oh. Yeah, that’ll do it, I guess…” You trailed off, silently laughing, (and subsequently failing).
Sebek was a bit stiff at first, but the more you cuddled into him, the more relaxed he seemed to be. Eventually, he even put his arm around you, pulling you a bit closer to him under the guise of ‘being cold’. His chest rose and fell with each of his breaths, and you could feel him getting warmer the more you clung onto him. Despite his hesitation at first, his arm was like a wall against your back, making sure that you stayed close to him and didn’t pull away.
“Good night…” He mumbled, seeming to be on the edge of sleep.
“G’night, sleep well…”
♡♡♡
“Oho? What’s this?” Your eyes opened at the sound of a voice, your vision blurry and unfocused. You pushed yourself up a bit, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, and-
“Gah!! Lilia?!” You yelped, which only made him laugh directly in your face as he floated above you, his hair hanging down.
“I wasn’t aware we were having sleepovers now!” He smiled down at both of you, Sebek still sound asleep at your side.
“Sebek invited me since he couldn’t sleep from being so cold.” You explained, a bit embarrassed at being caught by Lilia. You weren’t necessarily doing anything bad, but still…
“Ahh, the rug incident. I suppose that’s fair then. Well, breakfast is ready whenever you’d like, little ones!” With that threat, he disappeared, leaving you alone with Sebek.
You contemplated waking him up to try and salvage breakfast, but the way he looked when he was sleeping…his face was so relaxed, and he seemed so comfortable…
You laid down next to him, snuggling into his side again.
Just five more minutes.
a/n: Hiiii thank you so much for requesting !! i ended up making it gender neutral just bc i didn't end up using any gendered terms :P hope thats alright !! this is a bit of a shorter one, just because ... idk. my brain . hehe . I HOPE YOU ENJOYED HEHE OK BYE
before you even think about watching some movies, a nice piña colada should be in hand…
a drink so well known, even a song was written with the name in the lyrics. a drink known for its popularity during the summer months because of its cool, tropical flavor.
a piña colada. or, the most delightful coconut-pineapple drink known to man.
one fact about ramshackle — the kitchen is as dinky as the rest of the building. wall outlets? try your luck. there’s a fifty-fifty percent chance that you’ll get electrocuted or the dang thing won’t work at all. today luck seemed to be on your side, thank the seven.
as you carefully opened each can or bottle of tropical fruit, rielle set up the glasses and opened the bag of ice the two of you had bought earlier in the day. a precaution, in case the refrigerator decided to die on you again. “so what exactly is a piña colada?” he inquired, shivering at the feeling of the cold bag.
the expression on your face nearly made him drop the bag. it could only be described as pure joy and admiration, “only the most delightful and refreshing concoction ever!”
“really?” he smiled, “i’m even more excited now!”
gingerly, pineapple juice, cream of coconut, and ice were poured into the blender. eagerly, you awaited your sweet reward. “normally, this drink has alcohol in it. but i argue that it is way better without.”
“have you ever had it with alcohol before?”
“noooo,” you drawled, “maybe one day.”
rielle couldn’t help but laugh at your expression, taking a seat on the counter as you waited for the blender to do the work of the seven.
and before you knew it, your drinks were ready. with how you poured, or attempted to pour your drinks — rielle would’ve thought you were a professional bartender. not that he really knew what one looked like, except in movies. but, he liked to imagine it.
the nice, tall glass of coconut-pineapple goodness was slid his way on the counter. a grin was present on your face as you held your own drink, “here you go, dear sir.”
“why thank you, humble bartender.” he teased, excitedly grabbing the cup with both hands. by a second look, there was a little maraschino cherry garnish. how cute!
then, he took a sip of the liquid gold. and my sevens, he was elated.
the taste was so sweet, yet the texture was like that of a slushie. this, however, tasted way better than any slushie he’s had before! perhaps it was because the flavors were more natural, or that coconut was just that dang good - he doesn’t know. but we wants more. within less than a minute the whole drink was gone.
“this… is … so good!” he exclaimed, a fire now in his eyes. “please, i need another one!”
still sipping, enjoying the flavor, was you: completely shocked, maybe even horrified, after seeing your boyfriends empty cup. even the cherry was gone. “i’ve never seen anyone down a drink like that before…”
now, you have learned. introduce delicious treats to rielle in doses, or else there will be none left.
“i’ll make another one for you, but save it so we can sip it during the movies.”
“i gotcha!”
at least you know now. he likes piña coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
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next, of course, are pajamas. what are sleepovers without them?
at a sleepover, the most important component is of course pajamas. each party member attending always brings their best, most royally comfortable and cute pair of pjs to show off. the very same can be said for the situation at hand.
initially, you were unsure what type of pajamas to even purchase for rielle. the only preference he really had for sleepwear was that they had shorts for the bottoms, which only helped a little. theming was important, it shows the true character of a person. and you didn’t want to simply get him a pair with mermaids on it, that’s too basic! he should have cute and simple ones to wear, with something that says more about him than that he’s a mermaid.
which is precisely why you went with what you knew.
your final choice was a hello kitty pajama set. while somewhat plain, it was totally breathable and comfortable. perfect for snuggling under the blankets while you enjoyed your movie night.
you shoved the clothing into rielle’s arms, urging him to put them on quickly to continue the streak of fun you were having. soon, you heard a loud thud coming from the bathroom as an “ow!” followed suit. though, it wasn’t long before he came barreling out of the bathroom to show off his outfit.
“do you like them?”
“like them? i love them!” he gushed, grabbing at the bottom of the shirt to take another look at the mascot. “hello kitty is so cute, why haven’t you shown me her before?”
“never really came up.” you admitted, “totally a childhood staple though.”
“wow, your world really had some amazing shows. i kinda wish i was there to enjoy the trends myself.”
“well, here there’s a lot of similar enough media or fads to my world,” then you pointed to his pajamas. “just like that hello kitty set you’re wearing.”
while you did appear happy, there was something about your tone of voice. sure, twisted wonderland was great. magic, unexpected friendships, interesting adventures — it was nothing like your home. there wasn’t the same security or mundanity that your world had, but maybe that was okay. even so, yearning for a home that you have no certainty to return to can be taxing.
without saying a word, he came closer, wrapping his arms around you with his head to your chest. “i’m really glad that you can at least get a little taste of home, then.”
smiling to yourself, you muttered. “me too.”
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