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If you’re seeing my blog hello!

Please call me Charlotte!

I mostly just read on here, but I post from time to time

I am a Minor so please behave yourselves on my page

As you could tell I am a fan of Sebek Zigvolt from the popular game/anime Twisted Wonderland!

Thank you for reading!

harunayuuka

Sebek: I-I love you, human!

MC: I loved you, Sebek.

Sebek: ...

MC: ...

Sebek: Are you sure it's supposed to be in past tense?!!

MC: *laughs*

Sebek: Answer me!

MC: Just checking if grammar really matters.

Sebek: ...

MC: I love you~.

Sebek: YOU SHALL RECEIVE NO CUDDLES FROM ME, HUMAN!

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harunayuuka

MC: You kissed my forehead.

Sebek: Wh-What of it?!

MC: ...

MC: You're gonna ghost me.

Sebek: ...

Sebek: *looks confused*

MC: That's what you guys do when you're about to leave someone.

Sebek: ...

Sebek: How dare you! I will not be grouped with such incompetents!

MC: So you're serious about me?

Sebek: Of course! As if I’d kiss you otherwise?!

MC: ...

MC: Call your mother, then. Introduce me.

Sebek: Ha! *pulls out his phone*

Sebek: ...

Sebek: She does not possess a phone, but I will ensure she is informed via letter.

MC: Oh, that's fine.

MC: ...

MC: *laughs*

Sebek: *pouts a little*

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raven-at-the-writing-desk

Sebek Zigvolt: Not Seeing Straight

EVERYONE LOOK AT HOW COOL AND GALLANT BECKYBOI LOOKS

The way Floyd is following him around and rage baiting him 2/3 of the time 😭

Let them eat cake.

You’re hungry—and the longer you stare at Sebek, the hungrier you seem to get.

The deep red of his double-breasted jacket is like the color of an overripened strawberry. Paired with a little bowtie and gelled hair set in pastel, it calls to mind various treats. The green of crushed pistachios, fresh mint, a squeeze of lime, warm pandan, bittersweet matcha.

Or maybe a strawberry, you think, Sebek's still 'green' and immature, but he's dressed like a fully grown strawberry.

“You look like a strawberry,” you blurt out, right as the prongs of his fork stab into his tartlet.

“What foolishness are you spouting now?” Sebek scoffs, forcing the fork down harder. Spearing berries, cutting through whipped cream, custard, and crust. Efficiently eviscerated. “I knew humans’ senses were dull in comparison to that of us fae, but to think that you’d confuse me for produce… You ought to have your eyes checked.”

“My vision’s fine, thank you very much. Just being a little whimsical, is all.” You give a little kick under the table (playfully, you hope) to prove your point. A pause, teasing. “You do know what whimsy is, right?”

“Do not belittle my intelligence!! I’ll have you know that I’m well-acquainted with the concept.” He straightens in his seat and puffs up like a peacock. “I’ve read a number of books that could be called whimsical.”

“Well, reading it doesn’t exactly mean you know how to act it outside the pages of the book.”

He huffs indignantly. “I am perfectly capable of being whimsical.”

“Sebek," you patiently remind him, "you eat pizza with a fork and knife. A finger food.”

“I fail to see what that has to do with this. If you had your wits about you, then you would know that it is both neat and proper to eat with cutlery, regardless of the food. This jacket is finely embellished--and rented. It is imperative that it be kept in pristine condition.

"Only a barbarian would dare to eat with their—” Sebek comes to a full stop. “… Wait, what are you doing?!”

You, too, stop. “Um, I’m eating my tart?”

“I can see that! My eyes work!” he says, scowling. “But why in Twisted Wonderland are you doing it with your bare hands?!”

It’s true.

In the midst of his rant, you had decided to forego the knife and fork laid out before you and instead picked up your pastry. The crust is a shallow cup holding in all the goodness: fruit and lightly sweetened cream, piled high. I could drink it if I tried hard enough.

“It seemed faster,” you shrug, taking the strawberry on top and taking several bites out of it. The stem is deposited back on your plate. And then, putting the tart to your lips, you slurp the cream down like it’s a thick soda.

“Hold it! You shouldn't...!!"

Sebek rises from his seat and reaches across the table. You lean back with a laugh, protecting your treat. Still, his fingers manage to graze against a peak of whipped cream.

Horror flashes across his features.

"Shoot—"

He pulls back with a curse.

A white blob marks his hand. It glides down his pointed finger, running across his palm like the channel of a river. The melted cream is quickly threatening the guarded territory of his sleeve.

Panicked, Sebek presses his mouth to his wrist, tongue lapping up the would-be mess. Almost like a desperate puppy.

You stifle a chuckle, and he instantly flushes. You're more than pleased with the shade he turns. Pink, like a white strawberry.

"S-Silence, human!! Do NOT patronize me!!" Sebek bellows, shielding himself behind an arm. “Th-This is a necessary provision to secure the safety of this jacket!"

"Sure, sure, whatever you say,” you agree, casually licking crumbs from your fingertips.

His pink darkens until he borders on the same shade as his jacket. “You aren’t taking me seriously in the least!!”

“What? Nooo… I totally am.”

“YOU ARE NOT!!”

Happy birthday, Sebek. Maybe one day you’ll learn to loosen up a little… There’s lots to see and experience in this world, and I’m going to drag you along with me.