a comic I drew last year. I was pretty proud of it :3. I wanted to draw something cute and show how loved Leona is 🧡🧡. I had no idea what his sleepwear was, so I tried something (only added the details to the trouser but I didn't have neither time or motivation to change his top) .
Posting this now cause for his birthday gonna post several stuff I worked all month :3.
(oh yeah, my mistake cause I made him call his sister in law "sister" cause I didn't know he was sarcastic when he called her that way in his birthday boy vignette...)
Happy birthday in advance to my sweet and grumpy prince 🧡🧡🧡!!!
Helloo is it okay to request a fic with Jack, Kalim and Leona and the morning after him and Yuu's wedding? As in how they'd act the morning after they got married 🥹
I'm so fixated on them omg I love them
The morning after the wedding
✦characters: Leona, Jack, Kalim
✦fem!reader
✦OVER THE TOP FLUFF!!! GET READY!
Leona Kingscholar
The morning sun filtered lazily through the curtains, bathing everything in warm golden light. For once, Leona was awake before you. He lays on his side, propped up on one elbow, just watching your relaxed, carefree face. The wedding yesterday had been exhausting, all the noise, the people, the formalities. You must be tired.
His gaze drifted to your hand resting on the pillow. Slowly, gently, he reached out and brought it closer, thumb stroking over the wedding ring on your finger. A small, rare, genuinely soft smile tugged at his lips. He lifted your hand to his mouth and pressed a lingering kiss to the ring.
You stirred slightly at the touch, eyes fluttering open. “Leona…?” you mumbled sleepily.
He didn’t say anything. Instead he simply wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against his chest, tucking your head under his chin.
“It’s still early.” he murmured, voice rough with sleep but oh so gentle. “Go back to sleep, herbivore.”
You relaxed into his warmth almost immediately, drifting off again with a soft sigh. Once your breathing evened out, Leona buried his face in your hair and whispered, so quietly it was almost lost in the morning silence
“Thank you for choosing me… I love you…”
Jack Howl
Jack woke up to the sight of you sprawled all over the bed, completely knocked out from the long, busy wedding day. Your hair was messy, one arm thrown over your head, the sheets tangled around your legs. He couldn’t stop the gentle smile that spread across his face. His tail, however, betrayed him completely, it started wagging happily against the mattress with soft thumps.
The movement woke you. You blinked sleepily and caught him staring, a soft smile already on your lips. “Good morning, my handsome husband~” you said warmly.
Jack’s ears shot straight up. A deep blush crept across his cheeks. His tail wagged even faster. “G-Good morning.” he managed, voice a little rough.
You gave him a playful pout. “Hey! We just got married! Say it correctly.”
He looked away for a second, clearly embarrassed, but his tail refused to stop moving. Finally he met your eyes again, cheeks burning. “Good morning… my wife…”
Your face lit up with pure happiness. You reached out and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “What does my lovely husband have planned for today?”
Jack didn’t answer with words. He just buried his face in the crook of your neck, arms circling your waist as his tail continued its happy wagging.
“Anything…” he mumbled against your skin. “As long as I get to do it with you.”
Kalim Al-Asim
You woke up slowly, reaching out for your husband only to find the bed empty beside you. Confusion hit for a moment before you heard suspicious clattering and happy humming coming from the kitchen. You slipped on a robe over your pajamas and walked out. The sight that greeted you made your heart melt instantly.
Kalim stood at the counter in just his pajama pants and a shirt, absolutely covered in flour. He was squinting at a cookbook with intense focus, a mixing bowl in front of him and several failed pancake attempts nearby.
You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.
“Eek!” He jumped, then immediately relaxed with a bright laugh when he realized it was you. “Good morning! I was trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed!”
You peeked around him at the flour covered chaos. “Making fluffy pancakes is harder than it looks, huh?”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah… I wanted to spoil you a little.”
Your heart melted even more. You hugged him tighter. “You already spoiled me enough at the wedding. Now I just want to spend some quality time with my husband.”
The word “husband” made Kalim whole face light up like the sun. He spun around in your arms, lifted you off the ground with a joyful laugh, and showered your face with enthusiastic kisses.
“Anything my wife wants, my wife gets!” he declared between kisses, still covered in flour and grinning wider than ever.
You laughed and kissed him back, flour and all. Best morning after a wedding ever.
☆彡 in which malleus and leona fight for your affections
leona kingscholar x gn!reader & malleus draconia x gn!reader
word counter: 4K
warnings: reader is prefect, cursing, love triangle, possible ooc
a/n: based off of the song “stepsister’s lament” from cinderella the musical— hence the title. one of my favorite works!! I had fun writing this!! both mal and leona are capital p PETTY and I'm living for it. i hope you enjoy :>
No matter how much he claims he doesn't care, Leona finds himself hissing at the sight of you and Malleus together. He wants to deny it so badly— but deep down he knows.
He knows as he glares at you, sitting on a bench beside the fae, giggling and having a jolly old time. He’s well aware of what he’s feeling as he scoffs, telling the greedy hyena beside him that he’s returning to the dorm.
And he’s fully conscious as he lays in bed, staring at the ceiling; unable to get the image of you and that spiny horned reptile out of his head.
He’s jealous. Envious. And any damn variation of the sort.
Out of all the people you could choose to spend your time with, you pick that slimy lizard?!
Your taste is questionable—who’s he kidding? Absolutely awful. Really, going for the guy who doesn’t age? Ever think about how awkward it’s going to be when you’re getting hip pains and he still looks like a teenager? Hell, he’s not one for settling down but wouldn’t you at least want someone with the capacity of growing old together?!
What does that scaley little scumbag do for you anyway?
Sure, Malleus does gift you little trinkets you’ve mentioned in passing. Leona isn’t blind; he can see the way you light up at these gifts. He distinctly remembers seeing a dorky gargoyle keychain on your bag. It stank of that fae freak.
Yet you seemed to adore the tiny statue, so much so that you went on a small rant about the history. To Leona’s surprise, he listened to every single word you had to say about it. Gargoyles are always way more interesting when it’s you talking about it.
Though, everything involving you is more interesting nowadays… He had to resist the urge to sand that stupid little toy right then and there.
And he’s well aware of the ‘secret’ walks the two of you have at unholy times of the night, talking about whatever that overgrown lizard is interested in. The way you speak of it like nobody knows is irritating. Only an idiot wouldn’t pick up on it.
Too bad NRC is full of idiots.
It’s not like it matters too much anyway. He doubts Malleus has the charisma to charm you. The guy isn’t invited to a whole lot of events for a reason. While Leona knows he can come off as a prick, he’s still a prince nonetheless. He was taught how to flatter and flirt— he remembers being surrounded by a bunch of bootlickers as a cub.
He isn’t intimidated by Malleus’s magic all too much either. Although he’s more than sure you wouldn’t fall for a person solely based on their strength, Leona believes he could take on Malleus. The lizard is painfully predictable after all.
Not to mention most of his ‘shows of power’ are akin to temper tantrums. If dueling wasn’t banned, that pathetic excuse of a dragon would be dragged in the mud by him.
Everything Malleus does for you, he could do better. He’s sure of it.
Beneath the surface, is he scared of coming second place to yet another person? Terrified that he’ll always be the second-best choice? That all the time spent with you would never be more than that? Maybe.
But those night terrors are lessened when he sees you approach— knowing he was the sole reason you were there.
Leona feels his heart race as you sit beside him, casually talking about your day and whatever hijinks you got into. He worries you might hear just how fast it beats for you when you nap with him, laying your head on his chest.
As he hears you mumble his name in your sleep, he feels reassured that he’s your one.
I mean— why would someone as great as you ever want a flimsy, little lizard? Especially when he’s right here, ready to be your pillow in hard and happy times.
~
A green thunderbolt struck through the sky. Coincidentally, you happened to be napping on Leona outside when this happened— shaking the both of you awake.
Did Malleus do this on purpose?… Of course not. He’s not immature enough to do that, unlike a certain lion he knows.
It’s not his fault that you two were cuddling outside when he was ‘testing’ out something with his thunder.
That doesn’t mean he was any less satisfied watching you get up and walk back to your dorm, leaving that mangy cat by himself.
He never understood what value you gained from hanging around someone as…unusual as Kingscholar. A ‘prince’ who lays around, sleeping the day away? What a joke! Wouldn’t you rather have a prince— better yet a ruler— who’s proactive in his kingdom?
That flappy street cat is better suited to accompany Grim rather than yourself.
He doubts Kingscholar would hold open the door for you like he does!
Malleus has heard it’s a human custom to do so; ever since then, he’s now perfected the art of swiftly rushing over to a door and slamming it open for you. It delights him when you giggle at his antics. He bets that idiotic lion would never be able to do that— Kingscholar barely moves anyway. It’s like he’s glued to that bed of his.
Kingscholar seems as though he’d let the door slam in your face. That alone just shows how superior Malleus is to him.
Although, Kingscholar’s words of advice indeed seemed to matter to you quite a lot. Every time you had attracted chaos, you commonly turned to the lazy loaf and asked for his perspective. And each time, without fail, Mal had watched you take the prince’s suggestion in stride and use it.
It pains him to admit it, sometimes Kingscholar can be rather clever. Malleus is somewhat glad that said lion uses his intelligence to keep you safe.
He doesn’t know what, but something about Kingscholar’s mere existence seems to relax you. Malleus has seen you look at ease in a way he’s never witnessed before when you simply just lay beside the other student. He watches with envy as Kingscholar’s tail protectively wraps around your thigh.
As long as you’re safe… Malleus supposes he can bear through you hanging out with the lion.
That won’t stop him from interrupting the two of you whenever he feels the time is right. Sudden bolts of thunder, random objects falling from the sky and hitting Kingscholar on the head, out-of-the-blue power outages…
It’s all fair play to him. You still get to hang out with that lazy excuse of a prince anyway.
It doesn’t matter too much to him— at least that’s what he tells himself. It’s not as though you’d leave him to hang out with Kingscholar; no, you’d never.
You’ll stay, won’t you?
He’s sure of it as you walk beside him in the dead of night. Nobody else knows, nor do they need to as you two stroll along the campus. Seeing your enthusiastic smile next to him as you talk about your dreams fills him with unexplainable joy. Malleus fights the urge to hold your hand, interlocking your fingers with his.
You seemed to have read his mind— you always do understand him like no other— as you glanced down at your hands. A small giggle leaves your lips before you inch your hand closer to his.
“Can we…?” You hum with hopeful and amused eyes.
Wordlessly, Malleus indulges now with your consent. The warmth of your hand compared to the polarizing coldness of his made him feel dizzy. In a good way.
You’ll never leave him. At least not when you're hand in hand together like this.
~
“Man I’m starving— Hurry it up, henchman!” A familiar, squeaky voice demanded as Grim pushed on your shoulder.
“Patience, patience. This is very important. It can determine my mood for the rest of the day.” You murmured, standing strong despite Grim’s efforts. Narrowing your eyes, you stared at the different lunch options.
What were you going to eat today?
“Prefect has a point. Your nutrition affects the way you function.” Jack shrugs behind Grim, rubbing the back of his neck.
“You say that like they’re going to eat something healthy.” Ace yawns, stretching out his arm and lightly hitting Deuce. “Hurry it up, Prefect! Clock’s ticking!”
“Fine! Fine!” Quickly, you grabbed the same thing you’ve gotten for the past week. A series of groans emerged from behind you.
“All that time just to get that?” Ace crossed his arms, giving you an unamused look.
“Okay, I’ll get something else then—“
“—Nononononono!” Practically everyone behind you yelled in a panic.
“Just go sit down ‘n secure us a table already!” Epel huffs, to which you happily comply.
You scout out the area, looking for a free table to sit at. Geez, was the cafeteria always this packed?
A sigh of relief escapes your lips as you spot a familiar, robotic Shroud waving to you from a table.
“Prefect!” Ortho chirps, his voice synthesizer going a pitch up. Just as you were about to walk over, you felt your blazer being pulled on from the back. Suddenly, you were yanked away.
“Ay! Watch it—!” You grab the hand that was pulling on you, turning around to come face to face with a smug Ruggie.
“Leona’s callin’ you.”
You rolled your eyes.
“He didn’t want to send a text or call? He just had to send a goon to come and get me?”
Ruggie nodded with a cheeky grin.
“Yep.”
Groaning, you turn towards Ortho and wave him goodbye, signaling that you are going to leave. “Lead the way, hyena.”
And with that, you found yourself walking through the hallways on your way to Savanaclaw. You hope Ortho told the others about you leaving. It kinda slipped your mind to tell them.
You snapped out of your thoughts as you heard munching coming from Ruggie— “Wait, that's my lunch you’re eating! How’d you even…!? When did you…?!”
It also slipped your mind that Ruggie is both a great thief and greedy when it comes to food.
“Shishishishi… you left yourself open, Prefect! I’m sure Leona will get you something else to eat. He always does.”
“Always is a stretch.” You grumble, watching Ruggie eat your food. “Is it?” You didn’t want to ponder his question.
Instead, you turn your gaze ahead of you and focus on walking… At least that’s what you would be doing if you didn’t walk face-first into somebody.
“Gah! I’m so sorry—“ “Child of man.”
Only one person used that nickname for you. Looking up, you were met with Malleus’s amused smile.
“Impeccable timing,” The fae seemed happy to see you. You could see his fangs the way he was smiling. Ruggie was unsettled but thankful that Malleus was ignoring his presence. “Would you accompany me for lunch? Lilia, Sebek, and Silver will be there too, of course.”
You were about to accept right away before you felt a light hit to your side. Ruggie sneakily elbowed you. Before you could curse at him, he gave you a look and— Oh, right. You were going with him to spend lunch with Leona already. A small frown made its way on your lips as you turned back to Malleus.
Great sevens, it was hard to turn him down. Especially when he was all cheery like this.
Fortunately— or unfortunately, you didn’t have to. A roaring voice from behind you did it for you.
“Herbivore’s coming with me. They agreed to it already.” Leona huffed, a scowl clear on his face as he approached. Ruggie seemed surprised.
“Leona?! What’re you—“ “Did they now? I didn’t exactly hear them say no to my proposal though.” Malleus interrupted Ruggie, whose ears went flat against his head.
“They don’t need to. They’ve already got plans.” The lion growled, narrowing his eyes at the other third year.
Malleus stepped forward, the fae’s irritation growing. “Why do you insist on speaking for them so vigorously? My dear child of man, don’t let him dictate your choices—“
“I’m not doing shit. Just stating what they already agreed to.” Leona also stepped forward, refusing to back down.
You were starting to get worried and turned your head to murmur something to Ruggie. Except Ruggie wasn’t there. The hyena snuck off already. Bastard. A voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
“Well, Prefect? Who would you rather accompany? Kingscholar— who’ll likely laze around the whole lunch— or I?”
“Damn lizard…” Leona grumbled under his breath before shaking his head and facing you. “Well? The choice is yours. I wouldn’t force you to do anything.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, your gaze flickering between the two. “Well… I—“
Before you could finish, you were interrupted by a loud ring.
The lunch bell had rung. It was time to head back to class.
~
“Are you doing okay?” You ask, shifting closer to Leona. He lets out a small grunt in response, his eyes closed as he sprawled out in his usual spot inside the Botanical Garden.
For as tough as Leona was, he was unusually soft when tired. He carried this relaxing air around him. That no matter what happens, you’ll be okay with him around. The thought makes you smile as you tilt your head at him.
He was also kinda cute when he laid there like that—
“Quit staring.”
Leona abruptly huffed out. Blinking in surprise, you soon realize that one of his eyes was cracked open. A tiny blush finds its way on your cheeks while he stutters out an apology. The lion’s lips soon form a smug grin.
“You were looking at me pretty attentively, herbivore…” His words are slow and agonizing. Leona’s tail swishes up and down as he leans in closer. Your eyes widen as he comes mere inches away from your face; from your lips.
“…Got something you want to tell me?” You feel your breath hitched at the sudden, feather-light touch of Leona’s hand against yours. Just as you were about to respond—
“Roi du Lions!”
The romantic atmosphere Leona so carefully built went down the drain, along with his motivation. A groan left his lips.
“Sorry, we didn’t mean to interrupt.” Trey soon appears behind Rook, an apologetic expression on his face. You shake your head, standing up.
“You’re good! What’re you two up to?”
Leona had an annoyed look on his face as you engaged with the other students. He tried to ignore and drown out everyone’s voices. At least he was, till Rook caught his attention.
“During an exploration for new ingredients that we could bring to our club, Roi de Dragons made a magical appearance.“ You raised a brow while Leona’s ear flicked.
Trey let out a small chuckle at Rook’s dramatic storytelling.
“Malleus just asked us to find something for him in the Botanical Garden.”
Leona’s scowl deepened. That damn lizard.
“Maybe we could help! What’re you looking for?” You offered.
Trey soon fiddled with his pocket, searching for something. Shortly after, he pulls out a piece of paper. “A… toy? It looks like this. Malleus said he last had it here.”
You made an “O” shape with your mouth. “His virtual pet! Gao-Gao!” Trey lets you hold the paper, letting you get a closer look at the drawing that resembled Malleus’s Tamogachi.
“I know what it looks like, I’ve got no idea where he could’ve left it though…” Soon enough, you, Trey, and Rook are scouring the Botanical Gardens for this little toy. Leona finds this stupid.
Slightly bitter about his ruined moment, he lays back down to take a nap.
That’s when his ear flinched after hitting something hard. Turning around with a displeased look, Leona’s eyes narrowed.
There, in his favorite sleeping spot was Malleus’s dumb toy —which wasn’t there literally minutes ago might he add. Picking it up, Leona contemplated crushing the small electronic. However, as he held it, the lion was quick to notice a bit of ink getting on his fingers.
He turned the Tamogachi around. Written on the back with a blue pen was “Kingscholar :)”
Oh, that fucking Draconia did this on purpose.
~
Sitting up from your bed, you rub your eyes. With an annoyed groan, you get up and go to the door— trying not to wake Grim in the process. You could feel the ghost watching with curiosity. Not that you blamed them. Hell, you were curious too!
Who was knocking at 2 in the morning!?
The sun wasn’t even up. Ramshackle probably looked horrid, inside and outside, at this time.
You weren’t looking too great either: bags beneath your eyes, saggy pajamas, slouched posture… Vil would die on the spot if he saw you. Internally, you prayed it was anybody but him. And thank the Sevens that your prayer was answered.
You titled your head in confusion at the one in front of you.
“Malleus?” He smiled back at you. As though his appearance on your doorstep at the crack ass of dawn was the most normal thing ever.
“Greetings.”
You shook your head, still waking up and trying to make sense of the situation. “Do… Do you need something?”
Now he looked confused. Which only heightened your confusion. The fae furrowed his brows. “Did you not want to talk, child of man?”
“I like talking with you! Just, preferably not this early in the morning— Look, why are you here? Did you just want to hang out, Tsunotarou?” You tried being as polite as possible, but damn you were tired.
Malleus looked just as lost as you.
“…Perhaps you’ve forgotten about the letter you sent me?” You look to the side, slightly scrunching your nose as you try to remember what ‘letter’ he was referring to.
“Uhh— When did I send this letter?” You give him an apologetic smile. It wasn’t too far-fetched; the idea of you giving him an invitation to Ramshackle.
However, you feel as though you would’ve remembered if you had actually done it. And you would’ve hoped that past you would be smart enough to set your invitation time to anytime BUT 2 AM.
“I recall receiving this letter yesterday, in the library,” Malleus explained, his hand reaching into his pocket to find said paper. “You slipped it to me when you walked by—“
The fae grabbed his invitation, only for him to be met with sand that trickled down his hand.
“—with Kingscholar…” He fell silent as he stared at the tiny particles in his hand. You seemed to catch on quickly, giving him a sympathetic look as your eyes flickered between the sand and him.
“Tsunotarou, did you see me give you this letter?”
The way he averted his eyes to the side, his pale cheeks faintly turning pink from embarrassment, already gave you the answer you needed. It’d be cute if not for the circumstances. As expected, Malleus shook his head.
“My apologies… I assumed it was you since I had acquired it right after you had waved at me and it was an invitation to Ramshackle.”
You let out a small chuckle before brushing off the sand that still dirtied his hand. “Don’t sweat it. It’s not your fault that Leona is… well Leona and he does stuff like this.” Offering Malleus a smile, your hand soon intertwined with his. The blush on his cheeks subtly brightened.
“Well, you did come all this way just to hang out. It’d be a shame to turn you away now. Here, come.” You kick the door to open it wider and pull the fae inside Ramshackle. Leading him to the couch, you could gauge that Malleus was amused by your antics. Practically dragging one of the top mages in the world by the arm into your dorm…
“Let me just freshen up first! Wait here— I’ll be right back. Then we could watch some movies or whatever.” You shrugged with a grin before running upstairs to wash up. Malleus gave you a polite and happy wave as you exited.
Once you left, he let out a sigh and leaned back on the couch. His hands balled into fists as he felt more sand pooling in his pockets. A green bolt of lightning struck from the sky.
That measly fucking lion.
~
You let out an aggravated sigh. Did they not think you realized what both of them were doing to each other? Between the Tamagotchi incident and the whole letter debacle a few nights ago, they were being so obvious.
Jeez, you get that they had a rivalry going on and whatnot, but why did they have to involve you? Fed up and rambling, you look to your side at Grim to get his thoughts on the matter. He sat next to you in the kitchen, munching away on a can of tuna.
“They’re getting really annoying! Stealing my henchmen’s time like that…” A chuckle left your lips at Grim’s bitterness, causing you to pet him on the head.
“Mhm. I just want them to quit it— at least around me. I’m good friends with both and care a lot about them… Also, don’t talk with a mouthful.” You lightheartedly huff, getting up from your seat to grab Grim another can of tuna as he was beginning to finish his first. He usually ate two to three cans before bedtime.
“Why don’t ya just tell 'em?” The cat curiously asked with a tilt of the head, staring at you. You let out a snort. “Yeah, just tell two extremely powerful mages with an intense hatred for one another to stop. Like that’ll work.”
Grim let out an annoyed groan at your sarcasm. You opened a new can of tuna and slid it to him. His frown quickly disappeared as he began to dig in.
“Eh— sounds like Leona and Malleus could use some quality time together.” Grim offhandedly comments, chewing away on his food.
“What did I say about talking with a mouthful, man?” You roll your eyes before falling silent, pondering his words. Quality time… Leona… Malleus…
“Grim! You’re a genius!”
~
“Herbivore, what the hell.” Leona’s tone was unamused, giving you a deadpan look.
“I thought it’d be nice if we hung out all together! As a group?”
The two men stared daggers at each other across the small, dusty table in Ramshackle. With a nervous chuckle, your eyes flickered between the two as you slowly passed out cards for some random board game that Idia lent you.
Leona and Malleus didn’t take their eyes off one another. It was at this moment you were starting to think that Grim, in fact, was not a genius.
These two were definitely going to kill each other.
i see writing reqs are o-open.. what?! it’s not like im gonna req something or anything!! hmph..! 😖😖😖 but well.. if you really w-wanna know.. c-could i req rook with a REALLY photogenic reader? 🥺🥺🥺 rook and reader arent in a relationship.. YET but love at first sight plspslslsls.. or if thats too complicated just make them in a relationship 🥺🥺🥺
Him with a very photogenic reader
Featuring: Rook Hunt
A/N:the balls it takes to request this WITHOUT ANON is kinda wild, respect vrah respect 🫡🫡
rook first notices you through a photograph. not in person, not during class, not even at a school event, but through a single candid image someone happened to show him while scrolling through pictures from a recent gathering. the moment he saw you, he paused. you weren't even the focus of the photograph. you stood somewhere in the background, talking to another student, completely unaware of the camera. yet somehow his attention went directly to you. the lighting framed your face perfectly, your expression was relaxed and genuine, and the entire image looked less like a random snapshot and more like something carefully composed by a professional photographer.
curious, rook asked to see more photographs from the event. then more from other events. then more from entirely different occasions. the result was always the same. every picture of you looked beautiful. not because you were posing. not because you were trying. you simply existed, and somehow every camera seemed to adore you. whether you were laughing with friends, carrying books across campus, helping grim with something ridiculous, or sitting beneath a tree reading quietly, every photograph captured something special. most people had awkward pictures hidden away somewhere. embarrassing photos they hoped would never see the light of day. yet somehow every image of you looked like it belonged in a gallery.
naturally, rook became fascinated. then he met you in person, and somehow things became even worse. the photographs had been beautiful, certainly, but they hadn't captured the way your eyes brightened whenever you became excited about something. they hadn't captured your voice, your laugh, your little habits, or the countless expressions that made you uniquely you. the more time rook spent around you, the more he found himself wanting to preserve those moments. he began taking photographs whenever you allowed it. at first he asked every time, but eventually it became normal. you would glance up from a book and find him holding a camera. you would hear a click while talking and discover he'd captured a candid moment. sometimes sunlight would catch your face just right and rook would appear as though summoned by fate itself.
the truly unfair part was that every single photograph turned out perfectly. eventually he stopped trying to understand it. instead, he simply accepted that cameras loved you almost as much as he did. the realization that his feelings had become something more happened so gradually that he barely noticed it. admiration became affection. affection became longing. longing became love. somewhere along the way, he began looking for you first in every crowd. his favorite photographs somehow always featured your smile. a good day became even better if he happened to spend it with you. the only problem was that rook himself failed to notice what everyone else had already figured out months ago.
vil noticed. epel noticed. even students who barely interacted with him noticed. yet rook remained blissfully unaware until one afternoon when you accidentally opened the wrong folder while helping him organize photographs. instantly, your eyes widened. there were hundreds of pictures inside. hundreds. every single one was of you. some were candid. some were from school events. some showed you laughing. others showed you studying, talking, walking, or simply existing. the sheer number of photographs was honestly a little alarming. slowly, you looked up. rook had gone completely still. for perhaps the first time in his life, he looked genuinely embarrassed.
"rook..." you began cautiously. "why do you have this many pictures of me?" for a moment neither of you spoke. then his expression softened into something far gentler than his usual dramatic smiles. "because," he admitted quietly, "from the moment i met you, i found myself wanting to remember every version of your smile." your brain immediately stopped functioning, meanwhile rook finally realized exactly how attached he'd become to you. judging by the faint pink dusting his cheeks, that realization hit him at the exact same moment it hit you.
The animations in the new event are killing me its so silly😭😭, like Rooks sprite just standing there in the tram is so goofy LMAO. I hope the devs keep this up for future events it makes it more immersive.
Not the Rook and Baymax PNGS on the moving car 😭
According to Yana, she off-handedly made a comment about how cute it would be if the streetcar could move. Then the developer (I assume f4samurai?) said that they could do it!! And they made it possible www
Twst has been getting increasingly inventive with its (limited) graphics and animations… I noticed the new cut-ins for book 8 and Baymax’s fist bump. They’re really nice touches, and I hope that Twst can keep upping the ante in these little ways.
Last winter, after reading Leona's dream, I wanted Baymax to play the therapist for him cause his line broke my heart... I drew other stuff but didn't finish them back them.
Now that Baymax event is coming, it was the opportunity to finish them :3.
(Working on Leona's birthday, so I'm gonna answer you guys next month :x)
Neither of them is particularly good at accepting compliments. If Vil praises Riddle's intelligence, Riddle immediately starts listing all the mistakes he made. If Riddle compliments Vil's beauty, Vil starts talking about the amount of work required to maintain it. Their conversations often become accidental compliment battles.
