My Picture Qualities Are Bad

Characters : Vil Schoenheit

Content Warnings : Pure comfort, nothing bad is gonna happen. Just pure silliness!

Vil invites you over to his room to arrange his wide array makeup, because god forbid the Fairest one of All does it by herself!

Though, as it seems.. Something always has to happen, life as the Prefect is never peaceful afterall.

You've been staying over at Pomefiore's sharing a room with Epel for the last few days ever since the end of Idia's Overblot, your roof got completely recked and it'll take a good while to get a roof the size of a mansion fixed.

Safe to say you're stuck staying in the flower-scented-candles and candy-smelling-perfume dorm, you can tell why Beastmen stay away from this place, it reeks. The stench reaches you no matter where go, it's all so... New to you, to put it.

You really wanted to get away from this place but Vil made it so that Rook's number one priority is to watch over you and report back to him whatever activities you were doing during those times, and to catch you if you were caught doing very illegal stuff with Epel—Which is harmless.. Most of the time—like for example: You were caught eating candy nearby the well of Pomefiore's garden, you still do not understand the problem.

You wish you could understand how Vil and his hivemind works, but your too busy with Ramshackle's little roof problem to pay attention to Pomefiore's social ladder. Nor could you care about it anyway...

You were aware of how other would look your way, but what can you do about it?

You wish the noise can just stop already. To get away from the public eye, and be alone again with only your thoughts. Maybe you could go somewhere quiet?

Except—there is no quiet place here, everyone is everywhere you can roam. You share a room with Epel and he's practicing something about poems so you're kicked out of there. The only other room they can't go in is Vil's room, and he has more problems to attend to than inviting a homeless alien to his bed.

"—Prefect? Are you in here?" Or maybe he doesn't if he has the time to look for you. A sharp knock before Vil excuses himself inside.

"Ah, so you were in here! I was looking everywhere for you." We know captain-obvious. "What brings the fairest one of all going all around the place to find little ol' me?" You tease. Vil didn't find it funny. "What's with that face? Did I say something wrong?" You 'obliviously' say, poking his cheeks repeatingly in a very friendly—annoying—manner.

"...Nevermind," Seems like you did something wrong!.. Now he's leaving, great. "Heyy!! Wait–wait! Didn't you need something from me??" You latch onto one of his arms to stop his movement, you still need to ask the golden question.

"Potato, if you're not gonna take anything seriously, then i'll consider asking another dorm to take you in." Liar, you how he talks. Yet you believe him because you can avoid the talk from being longer.

"Whattt?!!! How come! I wasn't even doing anything—" Vils shuts your mouth with his gloved hand to let him continue speaking, is he indirectly calling you a loud-mouth? He always does this to Sebek.. "Please stop making my life harder, prefect.." Maybe you were being too annoying today, he had a rough day at his club afterall..

Nahh, probably not. There is no such thing as being too annoying! "Villl," "No." "Villlll," "No. "VILLLLLLL—"

"C'monn, tell me what I did wrong?" He looks at you with an unreadable expression, you do not question it.

With a little bit of convincing, begging, and crying, you eventually get access to... Vil's room, and god was your expectations of his room was very off.

The thoughts of entering a king's bedroom filled with glitter and glam disappears from your mind, its so simplistic??? Very fitting for Vil though, the colors are nice and GOODNESS the bed is so soft.

You almost forgot you were in here for a reason, to help out Vil with—ugh, chores...—write something, like for his uhh, movie and stuff??? Not sure why he'd need help with that. Perhaps it's something much more than that, but first, you need to—

"Vil, go get that Hunter off yours off the tree—for my sake mostly—cause it's creeping me out." Seriously, what's up with the guy? "It? Watch your mouth prefect, use people's names instead of calling them by such uncouth names!" ...??? "And control your expressions. You are very easy to read, Prefect." The look of sheer confusion must've been evident on your face...

One look from Vil is what it took for Rook to leave, its like their brains are connected.. Spooky, "Though, I must apoligise for him. I know how upset you can get whenever being watched... I know the feeling aswell, spudling." Huh. "Name upgrade? That's a nice change of pace!"

You sat on his bed and lay your head against the headboard and just rest there, Vil doesn't need your help and you are very sure of that. So why does he need you?

You can just lay on his bed and stare at him while he does his thing, but he just ignores it. Weird.

"Hey, Vil? Weird question but—" "Questions can go later." ..Maybe you really should learn on how to control your expressions, you'll have to ask Vil for that later.

"Alright, then.." you will focus on that later, for now. You can't help but be nervous and fidget around when you don't have anything to do, your eyes darts around the place looking for something to do..

"Your head has been up on the clouds lately and you've been out of focus since coming here."

He doesn't say it, but he's worried for yoy apparently. "Well–I don't mean to pry, but what's been going on with YOU aswell? I'm not the only one who's acting like this." Vil hesitated to open his mouth for a long second, and you do too. A deafening washes over the room and none of you have the courage to speak.

What a poor choice of words.

Vil focuses on writing a script for his club, as your mind goes up to lalaland again.

Then your brain snaps back to reality again. "..Neige." That is all the context you'll ever need.

That RSA boy has always been on his nerve since the beginning of time—probably—and his one-sided rivalry has never ended. It grew worse. "He won against me again somehow. I don't know why or how, but I just know that the game host has rigged the whole contest." Oh boy, his delusion is on another schizophrenic level.

"That little boy knows nothing but to be so happy and jolly... He doesn't even understand what he does half the time! How does someone like him got here in the first place? My sevens..." He calms down for a second before talking about him again, his jealousy for his rival is still there but you can barely feel it anymore.

"..You sure hate him, huh?" You stated, trying to break the awkard silence. He glares. Why did you do that.

"No, not hate. I just.. A distaste for him." He glances back at whatever he's doing. "What do you mean by 'distaste', if I may ask?" "Well," He thinks for a moment to decide on his words. "It's not like he's ever directly attacked me.. But rather, the environment around us is picky with what they like."

"Is that so.." Those words sound a bit familiar to you.

"Perhaps you just gotta look at it more differently? Like—he's great and all with his singing and stuff, and you're better at cheographing stuff!" You take a moment to think of something positive to say. "Like, uhh– he's good at his own things and you're better at doing different stuff that he can't do. For example: Your good at potions while he isn't!"

"Except that no one cares about potions and such—" "Now THAT'S where your wrong!" You interupt. "Vil, if no one cares for your talent, then take pride for it yourself. No one should judge you for it anyway, your beautiful, smart, strong. What else could someone ask for?"

"Prefect..."

"How come it feels like that you don't mean that at all?" The beautiful man catches on, "..Haha, what?" You only feign confusion. You dont know what to do in this moment, you never expected to catch up with the act.

You felt nothing as you shared your pity with him, you think that's how you were made, and somehow you survived off of it. Blended in with the community of false empathy and selfish pricks in the real-world. It was all so scary to you, how could people this cruel?

You only ever wanted to run away, that's the wish you have always ever wanted. Away from everyone else and the frustrating feelings, you had those too, but you were more concious of your humanity to a point you disliked it.

Vil sits not too far from you, after a conversation of him and his rival again. You don't blame him, but it was just how humanity works.

"..Vil, was there a moment where you just wanted to run away from everything?" Vil looks at you with a confused look. "Like, you were just simply done from everything, from living?" Or maybe it was only you who ever felt that way...

"Sometimes," He confesses. "There was.. harsh moments I wanted to escape from, ones that are still stuck in my mind, but..." He finds your hand and squeezes for support. "I always got back up on my feet."

That empty look on your face appears again, looks like you've already spaced out once more. "You're not the brightest, are you spudling?" He sighs, then snaps his fingers thrice to bring your attention back on him

"I'll get to the chase, so listen to me carefully—"

Strange, you don't ever recall being annoyed before

...

There was once a time when she saw your mask break, it was when you were alone in your room during her stay there. You haven't gone outside for 3 days during that period of time and your body..

It was slowly deteriorating.

..Or something familiar to that word. Not only physically, but mentally aswell. And it scared Vil—you were slowly dying and you just allowed it. At first, she blamed you first for all the neglect you've caused to yourself.

But then she saw how you were when you were with other people. Kind, caring, worrying... Just never to yourself, no one noticed, therefore nobody really cared for you. Only her, and she wanted to change you for the better.

"Spud– why keep ignoring yourself? Why do you always take care for others and never yourself?" You stayed silent, she gets offended, "Answer me." She answers, but she would never blame you.

Vil feels like she's staring at a kicked puppy in a box during a rainstorm, that pitiful look you're wearing is doing wonders. You don't know what to feel in certain situations, nor can you hide whatever emotion you have on your face.. But you sure are good at replicating them, when you don't know how it works half of the time.

Vil intends to fix that and find a solution to your problem—via, telling a story.

"..There was once a time where I had trouble with how I felt with people, it was overwhelming. But then my father showed me the ropes on how to work my feelings out. Counting sheep, drink water, breathing exercises.. Other celebrities and friends helped me out too, and I took the chance to hold onto their hands when they held out theirs."

"Basically, what i'm trying to tell you is—" You're too repressed. "—to let us help you, we're always waiting for you."

...

And with that, the fairest queen leaves you alone with your thoughts. Vil... This is certainly a new feeling, Vil Schoenheit helped you. You like this feeling, it's comforting and warm...

You'll soon reach out for that feeling again

(A/N: I'm so tired rn I wanna go to slee 😴😴😴

tw: mention of murder & blood

a/n: OK giys. I got this idea from a tiktok by that #1 jade leech hater (milielkidk)!!!! it was talking about jade’s smells And Stuff. i dont know how to explain it. Udhdidjskdjdjd

Jade Leech would be such a frustrating yandere. He’d listen to all your complaints with muffled ears, just telling you it’ll pass eventually.

Oh you said you want to go home? That must mean you really, really, really want to stay here with him! You would never actually think or feel that, would you? You would never leave him, right?

Jade does truly believe you love him, even if you repeat it to him a thousand times. He has deluded himself into thinking each action you take is an act of love. What a brick-head.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚... 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 about Idia Shroud because Idia occupies my mind everyday and I can't believe I haven't made headcanons about him yet.

𐔌 . ⋮ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄... Being friends/in a relationship with Idia and noticing a few quirks about him that you think is adorable.

Just headcanons about Idia because I have to spread the Idia Shroud agenda in my account.

Goodmorning Kisses Ft. Octavinelle Trio

Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech x Gn!Reader (Individual pairings) Pure fluff -w- Synopsis: Just some cute silly morning scenarios with the trio (I LOVE THEM SO MUCHH I'M KICKING MY FEET) 1.1k+ words

A/n: ARGHHH this idea I had was sooo soo cute, I love having some visual imagination that helps me with my writing or whatevs you call it (I'm going crazy TvT) ANYWAY, ENJOYYYY EVERYNYAN! >w< Lemme know if you guys need more of this lololol!!!

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Azul has always been a hardworking man, capable of multi-tasking despite the overwhelming pressures of both his academic and business matters. So it's only natural for him to be a heavy sleeper, especially when you're right next to him, with legs tangled together and arms wrapped around each other.

He's a literal sweetheart, and knowing that he's a crybaby too, he would often cry in your arms during times where everything just feels so heavy to carry, especially when he's literally managing both his business and academics. Your relationship with him is strongly built on trust and understanding, and he couldn't thank you enough for how many times he soaked your clothes with his tears, or for how many times you ran your fingers through his soft hair just to soothe him. Spending time with you is just the thing he needs after a long day, he'll do it so by laying his head down on your lap and fall asleep.

For you, It was kind of a rare sight to find yourself waking up before him because he's usually the one who gets up first to start all the stuffs he needs to do for the day. Maybe too much crying from last night had done it, and now you're up, only to find him still clinging to you, his eyes all puffed up and his nose still red from last night.

You decided to give him a kiss on his eyelids, then to his nose, cheeks, and finally went down to his lips, lovingly admiring your boyfriend's serene expression.

His eyebrows furrowed before he squinted his eyes open. You chuckled before cupping his cheeks and kissing him again on his lips, catching him off guard. "A-angelfish! You sure are lively this morning.... How was your sleep?"

Azul's face turned three different shades of pink as he smiled at you, placing a hand on top of yours as he slowly caresses it with his thumb.

"I slept like a log," you moved a strand of hair away from his face. "How about you?"

"You know I always sleep better when I'm with you."

Jade makes sure every customer inside Mostro lounge are well taken care of. Although your boyfriend is just as scary-looking and intimidating as his twin brother, his professional stature—not to mention him as the vice housewarden of Octavinelle, still makes him the better fit to lead everyone and handle other business matters such as contracts when Azul's not present.

Of course, a day in the life of someone named Jade Leech can be really exhausting, both with managing the cafe and making sure Floyd doesn't right off hug someone to death. But seeing you after such a long, continuous work, offering to help with that cute smile of yours... Oh you really are an angel.

Being his girlfriend means you're also well taken care of, even much more than his business matters. He would wake up first, prepare breakfast for everyone with his brother, lastly taking all his time to prepare one for you—one that's special than others, even with flowers in hopes of seeing that surprised look on your face that he loves so dearly.

He slowly opened the door to his room, one hand holding a tray of your favorite breakfast. He was relieved you're still sleeping so peacefully. He took that as an opportunity to stare at you so fondly while he sits on the side of the bed.

He kissed your head, while softly calling your name. Knowing you still get pretty drowsy for a few minutes right after getting up, he patiently waits until you start talking.

"Jade?"

"Good morning, I have prepared you your favorite," The tray was placed on his lap—food still piping hot, your favorite flower placed on a small vase, and a cup of warm tea. You looked at him, eyes twinkling as you softly giggled, "Thank you..." You kissed his lips and rests your head on his shoulder, quite a bold act coming from someone who gets easily flustered. You get extremely clingy during morning, though that is something about you that he loves so much.

Jade looked at you with slightly widened eyes, a small blush tinting his cheeks before his signature smug appears.

"My, my. Look's like I swooned you ever so quickly."

Floyd is a predictable one, which makes him the scarier twin to some. But he's a complete flirt and a clingy one at that when you're the topic. Yet still, he makes an effort to make sure Mostro Lounge is booming with clients, even if sometimes he slacks off—carrying you with him away from everyone else because he'd rather be with you than being alone.

Most of the time, Azul and Jade, as well as the other students very much prefer you staying around the dorm, most likely whenever they need Floyd for something, be it cafe duties or some other errands. It's a funny thing to know that your boyfriend's mood depends whether or not he can sense your presence even from a few miles away.

A night with Floyd Leech is always full of teasing and laughter. He'd crack some jokes, makes fun of others infront of you, everything just to entertain each other, all while you're both laying down, chest hurting from too much fun.

Memories from last night left a lingering smile on your face. It was early morning now and you went to the bathroom for a second while still rubbing your eyes. When you got back, your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, only an empty, messy bed.

"Huh? Where is he?" You scratched your head, trying to find the familiar teal-haired boy around the room. You sighed, going back on the bed to fix it before a pair of hands held your shoulders from behind.

"BAH!" You jumped, looking at your back to see Floyd with a huge smile on his face that shows off his sharp teeth. To your surprise, he lifted you over his shoulder, which made you laugh because of the pressure on your stomach. He carefully placed you on the bed and started attacking you with kisses, while you're trying to fight back by hitting him, but you know he's stronger, plus you laughing made your arms weak, giving him the advantage to keep going.

After minutes he finally calmed down, while you were trying to catch some air as he laid his head down on your chest.

"I thought you left! You surprised me!" You pulled on his cheek, earning an adorable pained expression from him.

"I was wondering where you went." He pouted, lips pursed into a frown. Only a matter of seconds passed by before he started giggling to himself, his voice cracking as he nows pulled on your cheeks as payback, kind of harshly as he gave it a kiss after.

"Don't think you could get away from me, shrimpy~"

He tapped his cheeks, asking for a kiss.

"You still owe me lots of kisses!"

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P.s I loved your heat of the moment fanfic soooo much !!!

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" 𝒞AUGHT RED-HANDED " ― HOUSEWARDENS PT. 1

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✧˖° Content Warning ── mild suggestive, making out, sfw, caught making out, established relationship, embarrassing moments, teasing, they are WEAK honestly they folded too easily, implied female reader, grammatical mistakes!

✧˖° Author's Note ── this seems like something i can do with other characters, but for now i'll do the housewardens !! hope you enjoy <3 please read end notes !

⋆.˚ ℛiddle

it was supposed to be a simple study session. it never is. you needed to focus more on your studies, yet life had other plans. the tension in the room was hot, it was sickening. when your fingers touch his when you moved too close, it how your thighs graze his when you adjust in your seat.

It was your fault for wanting to study beside him on his bed, where the sheets are messy and scrunched.

he felt a blush in his cheeks when you full-on grabbed his thigh to steady yourself, he cracked. he dropped his textbook from his lap, pages scattered to the floor, as he grabbed your collar and smashed his lips to yours.

how unprofessional. as the housewarden of the queen of hearts house, he certainly isn't following any rules at this moment.

you were in his mind, and his lips were on yours.

things led to another, until he had you pinned to his mattress. red sheets messy under you as he pulled back just enough to stare into your eyes.

he apologized, but didn't move away. instead, he leaned closer to kiss your nose.

he pants, a hand reaching to brush your bangs away from your eyes―your hands at your head as he cups your chin gently, leaning back down asking if this was acceptable.

of course it was, he was your boyfriend. you loved his. you were more than comfortable whenever he got intimate like this, not like anyone else will know.

his lips danced over yours with warmth and passion, a little bit rusty due to not being the best at intimate moments such as this, but he's willing to try, for you.

just as your hands found their way under his vest, his thumb brushing over your cheek mid-kiss―the door suddenly bursts open.

trey and cater stand at the door, frozen.

they take in the scene, cater forming the image in his head far too into detail. their own housewarden, straddling one of their classmates with his fingers tangled in their hair and hands under his vests, clothes messy and almost stripped off.

it was, blantly, obvious they walked in on you two making out―trey and cater are both relieved that is all they walked in on.

the room fell into a complete, awkward silence. faces flushed, riddles eyes wide and his face redder than his own hair. collar crooked and body limp.

he twitched upon hearing caters laugh, " ohoho, this is GOLD― didn't take you for the top, riddle. i guess i owe ace twenty-aauh, i mean ... "

trey immediately spoke over the other beside him, making sure he could not snatch a picture of the scene in front of them.

" ah, we seem to have forgotten to knock, "

riddle's chest was heaving when he pulled back from you. far, far back. face hot, trying to fix his clothes as subtle as possible.

" sorry for intruding, ah please― continue. we just wanted to remind you about five pm crochet, housewarden. "

" but we totally understand if you're too busy to―"

" both of you. out .. " riddle speaks under his breath, but when the two didn't move fast enough, his voice rose. " NOW !! " a finger pointing to the door, the third years' scrambled out and shuts the door quickly.

there's a beat of silence that echoes through the room longer than expected, riddle adjusts his clothes and cleans the mess. trying to keep his cool.

" so, " you spoke up softly, cuddling the blankets to your chest you shift awkwardly on his bed. " didn't they technically break rule #24 ? shouldn't that cover this whole .. situation ? "

you let out a nervous chuckle, the mood unfortunately ruined.

riddle blushes, hard, his heart beating out of his chest. " it does now. " he pauses, " i'll worry about it ... tomorrow, however. "

he's just thanking the sevens it wasn't ace and deuce to walk in.

Thinking of Minajael x cynical street rat! reader.

Can you tell that I really enjoy the thought of the RSA boys being so blindsided by the idea of true love, even the more logical ones who have their wits about them? 🤭 Realistic/jaded reader who uses them to achieve financial or societal power is also a very fond idea of mine.

Reader who thinks they have the prince in the palm of their hand (they do) and try to ignore their own growing affection! Reader who thinks that at the end of the day, their statuses are far too different for any hypothetical romance to ever work (it is, but the princes are more than willing to tear down societal norms and rules for their own benefit!). In this case, reader who, if they had the wealth, would play it just like Aladdin and boast about it in an effort to impress Mina, which only disgusts him. Hypocritical and naive Mina who is extremely performative about wanting to be a commoner and only falls for the rosy ideals of reader's life. Do we see the vision?

Minajael met you on one of his many escapes from the palace, maybe in some alleyway while the both of you were hiding from the palace guards. He quickly falls for you and the lifestyle you represent, caught up in the whirlwind of his delusions of independence and freedom. He thinks that he’s aware of the struggles that come with a life of poverty, of wondering daily if you can even feed yourself and being willing to steal and fight for basic needs. But he doesn’t understand the pain of hunger, or that of the whip on your back as you get punished as a child for taking a loaf of bread.

You lie with him at night on your flea-bitten rags, hidden in a little alcove in the slums, away from the society who forsakes peasants like you, and instead, lines the coffers of the aristocracy. It’s times like this that make Mina feel that you’re his true love, a love unbound by the responsibilities of the royals and loveless marriages. He then often shares with you his thoughts of running away together, of leaving his riches behind for a humble commoner like you.

Minajael thinks he is being kind, but your disposition is far from pleasant, and your public standing is even beneath that of the common person. You are a feral, rabid street rat, driven by animalistic instincts and spite to drag your feet through the mud and sand, where you supposedly belong. Your only weapons are your teeth and nails, with no education to help you climb the social ladder.

You would spit on his father if given the chance, and you only humoured Mina for your benefits, your filled stomach and carefully hidden jewellery collection singing his praises.

So you entertain his delusions, stringing him along as you sneak through bazaars with him, your fingers tightly laced through his as the two of you run from angered shopkeepers, unaware of the stars in his eyes as he, as a Magishift player, awes at your deftness and evasion. If you’d known, you would laugh internally at his adrenaline being misunderstood as romantic attraction.

You listen to his rants of the boring palace life, of being suffocated by fragrant incense and jasmine blooms, restricted in bindings of silk and organza. He proudly regales the marriage offers that he continuously rejects, in favour of one day wedding you, as you trace his collarbones down to his arms, all muscular and lean from athletics, unlike the sharp edges of your bones sticking through your skin.

You wake to him peppering your face with soft kisses as he bids farewell before dawn breaks. As you watch him mount his broom, you find yourself fearing the day that he fails to return to you, despite knowing that you can't keep him from his duties, nor his fate to be married off as a political pawn, a fate that he has limited autonomy over, yet nonetheless, one far more merciful than yours. You can only scoff at the absurdity of feeling pity for a man whose biggest worry is his love life once Minajael has left you in your solitary reality.

How foolish of you to gain such feelings for him, a prince you can never afford; and here in the shadows of the bustling Scalding Sands, fools are not blessed with the light of a new day.

its no longer "oh, child of man likes reading this series of books. how adorable of them. humans all have their little quirks ☺️☺️☺️." and him noting it js because hes kind of just fascinated by you in a way

its "oh, you like this book series because... that sounds interesting. i'll have to check it out. thank you for telling me about this."

romance route: and then as he really gets to know you as a person and not as like this funny lil guy, hes like "i get warm fuzzy feelings when im around them OH NO."

OBV this is a bit ooc as i dont think he views humanity/non-fae like this to this extent, but it would be a fun development to explore. as js friends or as lovers. esp like throughout the story of twst as he naturally gets to know you.

i rlly like angst. also made u pink bc i like pink

Featuring: Idia and Diasomnia

Other parts:

Part 1: Heartslabyual and Savanaclaw

Part 2: Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore

Idia

Bro is the most awkward person in Twisted Wonderland. His hair's gonna be BRIGHT pink, his hands fidgeting endlessly, though through his stuttering he will offer to be the big spoon. Honestly, tho, he's fine either way, so if you turn the tables, he's fine with that too. Not like he'd complain anyway. But he will be fidgeting endlessly, a bit stiff in either position, so you might have to reassure him he's okay and that you love him.

Score: 6/10

Malleus

He is so touch-starved. He's DESPERATE for any sort of contact, intimate or not, so when you two are cuddling he soaks up all the attention, blushing but so happy. He'll offer to "spoon" you after you explain what that term means, holding you so close you fear he'll never let you go, nuzzling his nose into your neck and hair like he'll never be able to again. Honestly, he's scared he won't, scared you'll abandon him for another human or someone less scary, so please reassure him (and spoon him sometimes too, he'll be overjoyed).

Score: 12/10

Lilia

Peepaw's had experience. So he knows how to be a good cuddler, but will he put those skills to use? Sort of. But he's going to force you to be the little spoon, whether you're bigger than him or not, and he's gonna make you suffer while at it. Biting your ear and neck playfully, whispering things you can't repeat while your face reddened, tickling you... He's not gonna give you a moment of rest, so good luck!

Score: 7/10

Silver

He doesn't have nearly as much experience as his father, but he makes up for it by having muscles and a great body. He'll probably fall asleep on you first, so you might have to put him where you want him, but his hair is so fluffy and his body so comfy to use as s pillow you don't mind. When he's conscious, he'll wrap his arms around you, using your hair as a pillow as he drifts off while you use his broad muscles and chest as a pillow yourself.

Score: 9/10

Sebek

While he may deny the notion at first, he is very touchy. He will never admit it, but having you with him, holding hands, or kissing or what have you, it helps him feel grounded. It makes his heart flutter and chest heat, because you're by his side. You chose him, and now that he gets to hold you in his arms, he thinks this is the closest he's ever been to heaven. He's a bit stiff, but the warmth radiating off you quickly makes him melt while he holds you tighter, face reddening. But you will NOT BRING THIS UP AFTER!!!!

Score: 9.5/10

"Oh but his name is too hard to say in full" no, its not. but even if it was - you should actually put in the effort to practice it instead of just not caring and halfassing your way along. His name deserves the same amount of respect as the white character's names do. ive never once seen any of you say Vil's surname was hard to spell or pronunce at all- that prick's surname is long & gangley af, and y'all dont have issues spelling it manually letter by letter every single time, like 30 times per post :/

"Well Its just spelled so weirdly that its hard to remember" his name isnt the slightest bit "weird" in the traditional sense, not any more so then "Riddle" as a name is at least. its just not English, so you automatically view it as weird and think thats an acceptable viewpoint to use as a "defense" 🙄 if you're truely having trouble with remembering it despite trying, then id say just copy & save it to your devices' clipboard for spelling reference or repeated pasting. Is thats simple. I dont always have the best memory so I use my digital clipboards for a lot of stuff, its a useful and easy tool that everyone has access to on every device.

Thinking about Kalim again and his many experience of kidnapping and how he knows poisons so well.

I know most of the time the focus on Kalim is based on his masked traits such as his sunshine personality and naïveté.

But I like to think of the more hidden aspect that isn't talked much about.

For someone who has gone through this horror constantly, he must have learned how to defend himself.

Must have learned to protect himself in one shape or another that doesn't include magic.

(Though the potential use of his um magic drowning those who captured him is always there)

Thinking about this, imagine him getting kidnapped with you in tow.

Jamil is either not around or disarmed and can't help.

You can't defense yourself either especially not when faced with so many enemies.

So when the enemies inevitably attacks or tries to take you?

That's when Kalim steps in.

When he fights back.

His hands drips with blood from the dagger he wields. One that only Jamil knows he has and no one else.

A dagger he used since he was young even before he knew how to properly wield his magic.

He takes them out before help arrives (with the poison that's laced on the blade, they are not getting up).

His dance skills used for maneuverability and speed. Skills that were honed for more than those needed for parties.

It wasn't that Jamil was supposed to stop Kalim's kidnappings and poisonings, but so that Kalim's hands wouldn't be dripping red as often as it used to be.

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It is strange to see Malleus upset, or rather strange to have to see Malleus to know he is upset. Yuu is used to being heralded by rain or thunder when Malleus is in a mood, giving them time to prepare for a grumpy dragon.

Now however, with one of his horns being broken and thus his magic weakened, the weather is no longer forced to reflect their love’s mood. While they are extremely pleased that he will no longer annoy and/or scare their fellow students, it does mean a moody Malleus just springs himself onto them.

Like today, where their dragon has teleported into their room and plopped himself onto the sofa in front of their bed. This by itself is odd enough as usually Malleus just sits on their bed, but he seems strangely reserved today. As if he’s holding himself back from them.

Yuu decides to just wait and see if Malleus will bring up whatever is bothering him himself. It’s much easier to comfort people when they know what they need to hear.

Eventually, after several minutes of Yuu silently reading with Malleus staring at them, he asks,”Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”

Yuu raises an eyebrow,”Like emotionally? Mentally? Or physically?”

Malleus’ gloved hands are anxiously following the curve of the wooden edge of their bed,”Either, any of them.”

Yuu hummed. They’re going to have to psychologically torture whoever or whatever has made their partner look so despondent,” Well, I highly doubt you’d do the first one, the second is even less likely, and as for the third option…”

Malleus shrunk down and his nails dug into the wooden bed frame. If Yuu didn’t know any better, they’d think he was about to cry.

“It’s somehow the most ridiculous option yet. Malleus you didn’t hurt me when you overblotted, what makes you think you’d hurt me now?”

“I wouldn’t do it on purpose, Carissima!”he explained frantically, as if such a thing was in doubt,”I just worry that one day I might accidentally hold you too tight…”

Yuu had the feeling there was a double meaning to his worry, but either way it was a silly worry.

Yuu shook their head and set aside their book,”You’re always the little spoon anyways, lovely.” They held open their arms,”Now come here, I know cuddles will make you feel better.”

Malleus looks eager, but hesitates to move onto their bed.

“Malleus. Get. Over. Here. Now.”

It was like flipping a switch as Malleus leapt up and dived right on top of them though he caught himself before actually landing his body weight on top of them. He then carefully lay down on top of Yuu who smiled and began petting through his hair, planning to work their way up to his horns.

Party Just For You

Kalim x Reader

Notes: Two Kalim fics and three posts in a row about Kalim in general is CRAZY work, but Kalim’s cool, so I don’t mind. But yay another request. There’s also been SO many scarabia edits on my tiktok fyp, is there universe trying to tell me something😭?? Anyways, I hope you like it :D And it’s written in 3rd person. Also it’s a little short

There’s been something off about you for the past couple days, and everyone’s starting to notice. Your eyes seem duller, you’ve been walking more sluggishly, and overall, you just seem to have less energy. You haven’t even gone to or at least help set up Kalim’s parties, when usually you’d be so eager to. That’s when Kalim himself noticed that it was more than just you being ‘tired’, which is what you kept telling him. That lie could only last for so long before the cracks of your facade start to show, and Kalim was the one to see those cracks.

Today, he decided to take matters into his own hands and do something about it. Since you wouldn’t answer his ‘Are you ok :(’ texts with more than just a thumbs up emoji, he walked straight up to Ramshackle and knocked on the door. “[Name]?”, he bounces on his toes, trying to contain his excitement, “It’s me, Kalim, are you in there?” There was a few moments of silence until he heard your footsteps approaching, then you open the door. “Kalim, I told you I’m fine, you don’t need to worry so much about me.”, you try to force a smile, hoping this wouldn’t lead to a conversation you didn’t feel like having.