New illustrations of kid!Ruggie and kid!Leona by Yana!! I believe it is in the third volume of the Episode of Savanaclaw manga as a bonus at the end of it.
According to the notes, Ruggie and other hyenas have entirely black hair in their childhood. I assume this is because real life hyenas have entirely black fur in their youth as well. I guess when they grow up, their hair/fur lightens, hence the gradient we see in Ruggie's current hairstyle. It looks like beastmen have more traits in common with their animal ancestors than we thought! (We've discussed how animal traits might manifest in beastfolk infants here.)
The other note on Ruggie's illustration says that he wears someone else's hand-me-down clothes.
As for little Leona! It says he aspires to be the King of Beasts awww 🥺he used to be so full of hope... and the necklace he wears bears a scar-like pattern. It is apparently imbued with a protective spell, which was cast by Kifaji.
We previously discussed what the purpose of the pendant the young royals of Sunset Savanna seem to wear (here!). According to the Magical Archives, Cheka's seems to have a tracking device but no protective spell is mentioned. Leona's meanwhile, has the protective spell but no tracking device mentioned. Are these customized based on the personality (and/or troublemaking level) of the royal in question? Is Cheka's pendant being more tech than magic an indication of the Sunset Savanna's advancements as they slowly industrialize while keeping mindful of nature? Or do the pendants just have both anyway and the design notes fail to convey that to us?
Cheka seems to sneak away from his retainers a lot, so I get why the GPS tracker might be needed for him. I have to wonder why Leona has a protective spell on his, though... Are there more people after him than Cheka, despite him being the second born prince and not the crown prince? And isn't Leona a mage powerful enough to be able to defend himself whereas Cheka doesn't seem to be able to defend himself and/or cast spells yet? Maybe Kifaji cast a protective spell on Leona's pendant to help Leona feel more like a normal kid? Like someone is out there hoping for his safety and worrying about him...
… But if Leona had that protective spell on him, how did he get his scar??? Because he doesn’t have it yet in the artwork there. Did he have the necklace off when it happened???
...anyone notice how in the new twst episode (s1, episode 7, sub) Crowley's voice has the overblot distortion when he speaks?
i rewatched other parts of the episode to compare between scenes and noticed there's a difference. he has the same vocal distortion that Riddle has except a lil softer and no one else in the scene has it.
i think i wrote this back in october of 2024.. an idea i've had rattling in my head for a while regarding the grief/trauma of what causes an overblot and how salem and leona are similar in a lot of ways.
it scares them both but is fun to write because both understand but neither wants to actually talk about it because that's being vulnerable with someone you wanna throw off a bridge. :))
✒ blurb : salem goes to check on leona after his overblot letting him know she's there to talk but she's struggling with her own feelings and past traumas
✒ extras : canon x oc, light angst, post chapter 2 but pre chapter 3, it ends sweetly at least
✒ TW: implied/referenced suicide, struggling with grief and trauma
✒ word count : 1,292
Salem closed her hand and raised it. She hesitated before she knocked and her fist touched the door with barely a sound. She could not bring herself to disturb Leona. He had gone through so much, though. She did not want to leave him alone.
A quiet, dark place in her knew why.
She wanted to ignore it, to push it down, and to hide it away. It was so easy lately, just to ignore it, and everything seemed fine. She had almost forgotten the feeling, that lurking darkness that crept into her mind like a sickness through her body.
Then Leona overblotted.
For the first time since she woke up here, she felt something. It hurt. She felt it break, like a twig snapped under her foot. It was different than before, though, and that darkness came back in that moment. It spread through her and made her body cold, despite the heat of the Savanaclaw dorm. Her body was rooted in place, fear overwhelmed her. It turned hot quickly, her anger bubbled under her skin, but it was gone just as suddenly. It was replaced with that emptiness; nothingness that wanted to swallow her whole.
It was like looking in a mirror. Even with the ink that bled over his skin and the sandstorm raging, she could see it in his eyes when he looked at her. All the pain and emptiness had overwhelmed him. She understood him and, for the first time, it all made sense. He was hurting and no one had noticed. No one had tried to help and left him on his own, he hid it away until he could not anymore.
This was his ledge and he jumped.
“...Leona,” She said, nearly a whisper, “Are you there?”
No response.
She waited.
The silence persisted.
She waited still.
A wave of self doubt crept over her. Just because she wanted to help did not mean he wanted to talk. She did not want to walk away, though, knowing he was sinking into that same darkness. She had seen it, there was no other way to explain it, all she knew was it was the same.
She rested her forehead against the door.
“I'm probably the last person you'd want to talk to,” She started, “but I…”
What could she even say that could reach him? Was there even anything that would?
No, she could not think like that.
“I know what it's like,” She said quietly, “To feel like you're drowning. Everyone around you seems to be floating but it's like stones are tied to your feet. It's crushing you, because you can't or don't think you can ask for help, because it really can't be that bad or no one will listen because they have their own problems. So you…”
She stifled a sob.
“So you keep it to yourself but it keeps getting bigger, getting worse, until all it does is hurt and hurt and you want it to stop but you don't know how.”
Tears streamed down her face.
“Then you can't take it anymore and all of it comes rushing up, like something snapped in you and you can't hold it in… you do horrible, ugly things you can't take back because you want it to stop and you don't know what else to do…”
She closed her eyes as if that would stop her crying.
Memories she did not want filled her mind.
A clear, starlit sky with painted lights was so vivid in her mind. The reminder of how she found the cold air a comfort as she stared into the heavens. It was so peaceful. It was the peace she wanted forever. No one had to push her, she just...
She wanted to forget it, the things that lead her there, that was the whole point. She wanted to forget but she was being reminded of what she tried to do and deep down, still wanted.
She wanted to forget it all and…
She wanted to…
She wanted to…!
“...I don't know what you went through,” She said through tears, “You don't ever have to tell me, but I'll listen if you need someone to. I won't say anything, I'll just listen.”
Maybe things would have been different if someone had listened.
She stepped back from the door, her head low.
If someone…
She pressed her back against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor.
If he had not left her.
He left her behind when he promised he would never leave her.
“...Don't leave, please, not when I'm right here…”
Something touched Salem's shoulder. She jumped and reared back, only to hit her head against the wall.
“Fuck!” She hissed as she grabbed the back of her head.
“If I had known you'd jump like a rabbit I would have just left you.”
Salem blinked. That voice was familiar.
She looked up. Leona stood over her.
It was dark.
She must have fallen asleep.
“Were you crying?” He asked.
She rubbed her cheek. It was damp and her eyes were puffy.
Regret flashed on Leona's face before it hardened to a scowl.
“Why are you even here?” His tone was harsh.
She stared at him. “...Because someone should be.”
“Go back to your dorm.”
“Not until I know you're okay.”
“Well I'm fine.”
“You're lying.”
“How would you know? You don't know anything about me.”
There was a coldness in his eyes as he stared her down.
“Maybe I don't, but I know that look,” She said.
She knew it because she had seen it in the mirror, staring back at her, before.
“If you're hoping I'll just open up and tell you everything about me and we'll bond and braid each other's hair, you're in the wrong place.”
“Okay, I'll listen anyway, when you need it.”
His eyes narrowed. “...What do you want? Because if it's trying to get back at me, get in line.”
She stood up slowly, staring back at him.
“You can keep trying to do this but I know being a major asshole is just your cover. You're using it to defend yourself.”
He leaned over her, threatening. “You don't know me,” He growled.
“If you didn't want someone to try, then why did you wake me up? You could have just walked by and I never would have noticed.”
His eyes widened with surprise and gave him away. Neither of them moved after that, they just stared and waited. For what, neither was sure, but the longer the silence drew on, the more they seemed to gather an understanding of sorts. Neither would say it but they were more alike than not. Each of them could see it in the other, that emptiness that pushed them to the edge.
“You aren't leaving, are you?” Leona asked.
“No, I don't plan to for a while,” Salem said.
He sighed and turned back into his room. “Fine, be a pain in the ass…” He stopped to look back at her, “C'mon.”
A little word but it made her heart swell with feelings she was uncertain of. It was a start at least.
“If you try anything, though, I'll kick you out,” He huffed.
“If anyone should be worried about someone ‘trying anything' it's me. You said some pretty pervy things earlier,” Salem remarked.
She caught the glance Leona threw at her. She gave him a small smile back as she followed him out onto his balcony.
“You did.”
“Shut up or I'll kick you out.”
“You want me here for more than one reason,” She teased.
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so i found out from a translation leona has a whole morning routine and shaves, and i'm totally normal about this piece of information *chewing at the bars of my enclosure*
anyway the additional information about his morning routine and the fact he reads about foreign countries and their history that he translates himself got me in the mood to write another cute thing.
✒ blurb : salem offers to shave leona and he lets her, it's cute to me
✒ extras : canon x oc, fluff, established relationship, domestic cuteness ig, she helps him save, sprinkle of oc lore
✒ word count : 1,261
“Morning,” Salem greeted.
Leona yawned and scratched his hip.
Salem’s eyes wandered to the exposed glimpse of his hip she got. She grinned giddily.
“What are you schemin’?”
Whoops, she got caught.
“Oh, nothing,” she shrugged, “Did you sleep well?”
He grunted. “When did you leave?”
“Earlier, I wanted to help the boys set up for the party.”
“They could’ve done it by themselves…”
“Are you upset because I left instead of cuddling?” She teased.
The look he gave her said it all.
“Aw,” she cooed, “I’m sorry, I owe you extra later then.”
“Damn right.”
Salem leaned up on her toes and gave him a quick peck. As she pulled away, he brushed his cheek against her. His stubble scratched against her skin and she giggled.
He made a noise of confusion as he stared down at her. It clicked quickly. He brushed his jaw, smoothing over the rough texture with his hands.
“Tch, looks like I gotta shave today too,” he sighed, annoyed.
“I like it,” Salem said, “It’s sexy.”
“Yeah, well, it’s a pain, but… I just can’t ignore it when my skin starts to feel rough.”
Salem hummed. “Do you want me to shave it for you?”
Leona blinked.
“I can,” she continued, “I know how if you’ve got a kit with a straight razor.”
“Since when did you know how to use a razor?”
“I have brothers, you know, and moffa— my grandfather— taught me. He said he didn’t have steady hands for it,” she smiled sadly with a shift in her mood, “I think it was just lying because I wanted to help…”
“Hey,” Leona nudged her cheek, “Then help me. Like I said, it’s a pain.”
That earned him a smile. Good, it was what he wanted.
“Go wash your face and bring the kit with you then.”
“Alright, bossy,” he teased.
Despite sending him to go wash his face, Salem followed him. She grabbed a towel and a bowl. She nudged Leona to the side of the sink as she reached for the hot water.
“‘Ey, who said you could be in here?”
“I did, you going to throw me out, kitty?” She stuck her tongue at him.
“I just might,” he quipped back.
“Sure you will.”
Salem squeezed the towel out after thoroughly soaking it with hot water. She watched it turn to droplets. Once the towel was damp and not soaked, she switched to filling the bowl with warm water. Once done, she returned the bathroom to Leona.
She pulled out one of the chairs and brought it to the balcony, situated not quite in the sun but enough that she would have the light.
Leona needed no instruction when he saw her. Kit in hand, he made his way over and took a seat.
“Thank you,” she said and took the tools.
There was a moment of silence as she set up, pulling out the razor, cream, and aftershave. She turned back to Leona and gently guided his head back with her fingers for him to look up slightly. Her eyes flitted over his face, taking in his features now that he had his hair pushed back and out of his face.
“Enjoying the view,” he asked.
She pecked his lips. “More than you know. Now, shush.”
Salem pressed the warm towel to his face, patting gently around his jaw in preparation. After, she placed the towel down and picked up the cream. She was meticulous in lathering it over his skin, covering all the stubble from his cheeks down to his neck.
His eyes never left her as she moved. She noticed it too.
“Are you nervous?”
“No.”
The certainty in his voice made her pause. There was no hesitation.
“You trust me that much?” She asked, putting down the shaving cream.
“If you’d planned to kill me you’ve had plenty of opportunities.”
“I don’t know, I could still Sweeney Todd your ass.”
“What?”
“Nevermind,” she dismissed herself, “Don’t move, I wouldn’t want to cut your pretty face is all.”
Leona listened, perhaps for once, but she did nto miss the eye roll. She gave him one in response as she picked up the straight razor.
The weight was familiar in her hands as she opened it. She examined the blade first by dragging it over her arm. It cleaned the hair with little effort. That satisfied her. The last thing she wanted to do was use a dull blade and actually cut Leona.
With one hand, she held the side of his face still, and with the straight razor in the other, she brought it to his skin. Gently, she guided the blade down. She followed the contour of his face in small strokes, gradually collecting the shaving foam and facial hair. Gingerly after every other stroke, she would use the towel from earlier to wipe down the blade.
Gradually, the progress became more obvious. She kept her hands steady and the pressure of the blade light. He let her wordlessly direct his head to move for better reach or to stretch his neck. In fact, she never had to say a word, just a touch, and he already knew what she wanted.
Before long, she made the last stroke.
She washed the razor off in the water.
He reached for the towel.
“Uh uh!” She swatted his hand.
Leona gave her a sharp look, much like a child would.
“I’m not done,” she scolded.
She grabbed the towel and his face, a stern look on her own. Their eyes met briefly and they softened.
“I said I wanted to help, let me finish the job,” she said quietly.
He almost spoke but the gentleness of her touch as she wiped the remaining shaving residue from his face stopped him. He watched her face instead. She no longer held his gaze but that same soft look was there.
Salem turned away to grab the bottle of aftershave, splashing some into her hands. She turned back to Leona, patted down his jaw. As a finishing touch, she kissed his nose.
“Okay,” she said, “Now you do what you want.”
His hands cupped her face and immediately pulled her into a kiss.
It caught her off guard, but it took only moments as she melted. She covered his hands with hers, leaning into his lips.
The break was slow, their lips lingered and brushed together. Another chaste kiss, followed by another.
Salem had to pull away, barely though.
“All that for a shave?” She asked, breathlessly.
“Perhaps, you complainin’?”
“Who, me?”
She stole another kiss from him.
“I have to clean up and they’ll be waiting downstairs for the party.”
Leona groaned. “They can wait.”
“But I helped them set up, you wouldn’t want to waste all my hard work, would you? Especially this handsome face.” She brushed his jaw with her thumb.
“Takin’ credit now?” He raised a brow at her, rubbing his face.
“Just for the shave,” she grinned, “Can I do your hair too?”
“Oh? Can’t keep your hands off me? What about the party?” He teased.
“Do you want me to keep my hands to myself?”
“You’d do that to the birthday boy?” He asked, pulling her to him so he could rest his chin on her stomach.
“You’re right, that would be too cruel,” she said, brushing her fingers through his hair, “But you better be on your best behavior.”
so uh... i'm not dead? let's not even get into it...
and this is the official debut of my original character/fem!yuu after sitting on her for five years. love my gremlin girly.
this is totally not is a self-indulgent fic for my favorite loser (affectionate) from twst and totally not (probably) a soft launch of salem for future projects that i totally haven't have been hoarding for years because i'm terrified to share anything about my characters. nope couldn't be that.
i also meant for this to be like 500-700 words so... oops.
✒ blurb : salem tries to surprise leona for his birthday but he wakes up and queue these losers being cute because i needed it
✒ extras : canon x oc, fluff, established relationship, birthday wishes to our lazy prince, i really just wanted an excuse to write a birthday fic for leona and him being cute with salem
✒ word count : 1,310
The bed shifted under someone’s weight.
Leona’s arms instinctively tightened around Salem.
She stopped moving. She even held her breath as she waited for him to say something.
Time crept on, slowly. Seconds dragged into minutes and minutes into hours. She could have sworn she was waiting for hours in the silence of the room.
He breathed deeply.
She had to force herself not to gasp dramatically for air.
There was that fear he would wake up and catch her. She was not doing anything wrong, though. The nervousness that filled her body with little sparks did not help despite the reminder. It was not like Leona ever woke up when she moved around anyway. She had remarked several times that he slept like the dead but he also had an unbelievable sixth sense when it came to her sneaking off.
Right now, of all the days, this would be the worst for that innate ability to kick in.
Salem shifted again, leaning away from Leona. She grabbed his hands, carefully shifted his arms to loosen around her.
It was a process but slow progress was still progress.
When she had enough room, she began to slide towards the edge of the bed. She was cautious not to create too much noise with the friction of her clothes against the sheets. Even if she was careful, everything she did still made too much noise. If it was so loud to her ears, she could only imagine how noisy it was to his.
Her legs dangled off the edge of the bed.
One more shift and she would be home free!
Her toes touched the cold floor.
“...What’re you doin’?”
Salem froze.
“I said where’re you goin’?” Leona asked groggily.
“..Bathroom?”
“That’s a whole lotta sneakin’ effort to pee.”
He did not believe her. She did not believe herself.
“Go back to sleep,” she said, putting her feet flat on the ground.
“I think I’ll wait for ya.”
She heard the bed creak as he shifted. She bit her lip, running through a list of ways to persuade him to go back to sleep. It was never hard until he got suspicious of her and it was obvious he was right now. Maybe for good reason but there was something she wanted to do.
Leona grabbed her and pulled her back into the bed.
She squeaked as he did. It was an undignified noise that made heat creep up from her neck. Nervous and embarrassed was a horrible combination to sit with when she could not get away.
“You’re pretty bad at lyin’ this early in the mornin’.”
Leona settled against her back. His lips were against her shoulder, where the shirt she had stolen from him earlier had dropped off. His arms were wrapped around her securely again. There was no escape from his warm embrace.
“I wouldn’t have to lie if you stayed asleep,” she huffed.
“Why are you sneakin’ off then?”
Salem chewed on her bottom lip. The truth of it was she wanted to surprise him for his birthday. He did not want to make a big deal of it, which she understood, but she still wanted to do something special for him. She thought maybe making him breakfast would be a sweet way to start the day. Well, that, and maybe a little more than a few good morning kisses.
She rolled around in his arms until he let her turn over. She faced him now, the low light of the morning outlined the mess of curls around his face. Her handsome and sweet— if annoying because he spoiled her surprise attempt—prince.
He was focused on her, not as sleepily as she had expected.
“Because I wanted to surprise you,” She admitted quietly, “but happy birthday.”
She leaned forward and pecked his lips.
He made a noise. At first, she thought it was out of surprise, but it evolved into a laugh. A rich sound that reverberated from his chest.
Now she was confused.
“Why are you laughing?” She asked.
“Because of you! All that to say happy birthday?”
“Well that wasn’t going to be all!” She protested, “I had this whole thing planned and you ruined it with your stupid sixth sense that always wakes up when I wanna do something!”
He laughed again. This time she rolled her eyes, annoyed.
“It’s not funny!”
“I think it is!”
“You know what, give me my kiss back!”
She reached to cover his mouth. He intercepted her and grabbed her wrist.
“I wouldn’t,” he warned.
“I would! Give it back!”
She threw her caught hand to move his arm out of her way. She jerked forward and caught his lips with hers. It caught him off guard and she pulled away before he could respond.
“There! I took it back,” she said triumphantly.
“What? No, you just gave me another kiss,” he argued, sliding his palm into hers to intertwine their fingers.
“No, I definitely took it back. That was an anti-kiss, so it takes them away,” she said, matter-of-factly.
“Well, in that case…”
Salem was pinned to the bed and Leona hovered over her. One hand in his, the other on his chest. A curtain of his curls framed his face.
He brushed her cheek and up the contour of her face with his fingers. He brushed the white of her bangs into the rest of her hair, mixing the white and black colors like the moon across a starless sky.
His eyes never left hers.
She was captivated by him. All of her attention was his and only his.
Leona dipped down to her lips, capturing them in a kiss. It was brief, too brief, and she chased him as he pulled away.
“I stole a kiss back.”
Her eyes widened. “That’s not fair!”
“Oh, it certainly is. You’re the one takin’ them back.”
“No, because I need to take that one—”
He interrupted her with another kiss. Despite her verbal protests, she melted into the kiss, lips moving against his own.
She was breathless when he pulled away again.
“Another,” he grinned smugly.
“You’re rotten, Kingscholar.” Her tone did not match her words.
“Oh? You’re the one takin’ back birthday kisses.”
“Because!”
“Because what?”
Salem went quiet, looking away.
“Hey,” Leona nudged her chin, “Don’t pout, kitten.”
“...Because I wanted to surprise you with breakfast for once,” she mumbled.
He blinked. “That’s it?”
“Hey, I know it’s not a lot and you get mountains of gifts every year and all these expensive things but—”
His laughter cut her off.
“Why are you laughing?”
“You,” he said between breaths, “You’re the reason.”
He kissed her. It caught her off guard and she could feel his smile. It was contagious as she kissed him back. They broke apart, but only briefly, repeating the cycle of kissing, then breathing a few times.
“No need to go sneakin’ off to make me anything,” he said against her lips between kisses, “I’d rather have you all to myself for the mornin’ until the rest realize what today is.”
“But I wanted to start your day off with something good,” she mumbled.
“This is better. Just you.”
Leona broke from the string of kisses first. He dropped back to the bed and pulled her on top of his chest. One of his hands was still in hers while the other held her close.
Salem settled herself, resting her chin on her arm.
“Happy birthday,” she said softly.
He gave her a small smile. “Yeah, yeah, keep it comin’.”
She blew air into his face. “You still owe me those kisses back.”
“Afraid you’ll have to fight for ‘em,” he teased, “I plan to keep ‘em all to myself.”
OMG I binge-read your Black Butler fic as a 13 year old and I've been looking for it ever since. I can't believe I found it again!!!
I am both in awe and embarrassed because i haven't opened Tumblr in months and i see this. How in the world did you find me, Anon? I'm impressed especially because i didn't have a Tumblr back when I wrote that fic-
I am glad you enjoyed it, that thing is SO OLD and looking back some quality cringe but I've grown as a writer and it's nice to see improvement (and old fans).
hello waifu, i'm here to ask for mlqc headcanons! more accurately, gavin & shaw with a s/o asking to be pampered. like, "can you run your fingers through my hair?" for example.
feel free to take your time bby! or to ignore lol. good luck with avoiding your studies! drink that water i know you haven't been staying hydrated 😠 unclench that jaw rn and straighten your back 💛
when the waifu comes into my ask box and calls me out, i am a tense shrimp how dare you. i have been drinking.. tea, only because we drank all the booze.
but your wish is my command~! let the fluff commence.
i also didn’t use this as an excuse to make mlqc banners instead of actually of writing, nope not one bit
gavin & shaw the storm brothers with a s/o who asks to be pampered
loves pampering you, always, man is the king when it comes to spoiling you
you had a long and stressful day, gavin had picked that up from just a few texts
being the wonderful and outstanding boyfriend he is, he always has a plan to lift your spirits
he will stop by your favorite fast-food restaurant, order your favorite meal, and drop by your place
he is a godsent, showing up with hot food and ready to let you rant about your day as he nods quietly along
will suggest watching a movie. to get you to relax and your mind off the day
all snuggled up together on the couch you could not help yourself from feeling a little greedier for his affection
"Gavin, could you massage my shoulders?"
there is no hesitation in this boy as he gets you to sit up
maybe you are taking advantage of his kindness but the moment his fingers began to kneed into your tense muscles the thought is out the window
he knows exactly where to move and how firm he has to press his fingers into your back
the feeling was blissful, you could feel the tension rolling off you in just mere moments
by the time he is done, you could melt into a puddle, if you aren't already
demanding snuggles afterward is a given, he thinks of it as his own reward to hold you close
even still his fingers are rubbing circles and obscure shapes across your shoulder blades, back, and neck
always acts bothered when you want something from him, namely affection
he is always grumpy about it
it's all an act, even if he whines, he still does it
will not admit that he enjoys it when you come to ask him for affection
like normal the two of you are thrown across the couch, your head across his lap as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone
shaw only notices you were looking at him because your arm had stopped moving
he was not met with your usual expression, that mischievous glint but a needy, almost puppy-dog begging one
"can you run your fingers through my hair?"
he was already sighing halfway through your request
thinks it's actually super cute but obviously can't tell you that, he knows you'll pout about it
(that's only because he never leaves it at just cute!)
before any protests will be heard his fingers are dancing across your forehead
it silences you for a moment until he starts tapping your forehead, using it to drum a beat
just before you get impatient enough to swat at him he threads his fingers through your hair
it's a bit rough at first as he finds a rhythm and teases some knots from your hair
then gradually it gets softer, gentler as he begins to absentmindedly comb your hair as he gets engrossed in something else
but the time he realizes he still pampering you with the little gesture you've fallen asleep
now he has no choice but to stay put and keep doing it
GASP ACTUALLY POSTING TO THE BLOG? OF COURSE TODAY I MUST FORGO ALL ELSE—
because it is a very special day, our favorite housewife's desert snake's birthday!
so enjoy this softness with kisses and fluffy cuteness.
i also didn't proofread this, the sun is coming up, so no beta we die like men
✒ blurb : reader telling Jamil happy birthday
✒ extras : reader-insert, fluff, established relationship, birthday wishes to our favorite snek
✒ word count : 907
Jamil’s brow scrunched as a gentle feeling against his forehead stirred him from his sleep.
There was a soft giggle that filled his ears first. Then the feeling of warm lips against his cheek.
“Jamil,” Your quiet, familiar voice reached his ears, gently pulling him out of the sleep that engulfed him.
A kiss to his nose.
“Ja~mil,” You sang his name. He smiled in response.
Your fingers thread through his hair, combing through the soft strands as you brushed them from his face. He leaned into the touch.
Dark, stormy eyes peeked open and stared up at you. His smile grew, revealing the tips of his fangs as he did.
When had you slipped out of his arms? He was such a little sleeper, your slightest moment should have woken him.
As he contemplated with his thoughts, sleepy still swirled in his eyes, his expression unguarded and so open to you, you watched with joy.
This was an adorable sight to you. Your boyfriend, still groggy from sleep, calm and relaxed into your touch, with a blissful smile. You had almost decided against waking him but it was worth it and this was not even the reason you had done it.
“Happy birthday, Jamil,” Your voice was soft as you leaned over him.
Jamil blinked up at you, your words slowly processing in his mind.
It was his birthday already? He had been so busy he had hardly thought about it yet you looked eagerly down at him, a wide smile on your lips, as you uttered your message of celebration to him.
“..Did you wake me just to say that?”
“Yes! I wanted to be the first one to tell you.”
He had never thought his birthday important, not terribly. His family would celebrate with him, Najma would bake the cookies he liked, and if he was fortunate he would avoid any of Kalim’s extravagant attempts at throwing a party. Not to say any of it was ever bad, it was the one day the attention was all on him, yet this was different.
Jamil’s heart swelled in his chest, his smile and gaze softened lovingly towards you.
It was such a little thing but it meant more than he could describe. It was clear you had been waiting ever so eagerly for the moment but impatient enough that you could not wait a moment longer.
“Thank you.” The gratitude was genuine, something that made your heart sing by the softness of his tone.
“Don’t thank me yet, I haven’t given you your gifts or even started the day!”
Jamil cocked a brow playfully, “You planned the whole day?”
“Yup!” You chirped back, “ I’m starting with telling you happy birthday as many times as I can before anyone else.”
He chuckled softly.
“And this too.”
You leaned down to him, lips brushing against his own. He lifted his head, pressing his against your sweetly, savoring the warmth and softness of your lips before you pulled away. Too soon for his liking really.
You giggled again. “Don’t pout, we have all day,” You quipped as you lied down beside him.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. A content sigh fell from his lips as the warmth of your being filled his. He pressed his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent. The soft smell of your shampoo and the complimenting hints of your soap brought his heart a calming comfort.
He could stay like this forever, where nothing nor any person is able to steal you away or demand his attention. No distractions, no chaos, no stress. Just you and him in his bed, allowing your hearts to intertwine and beat in time with each other.
You wrapped your arms around him. Your fingers delicately danced over his ribs, tracing the curves of the muscles that defined and sculpted his back until you could tender tap down his spine.
He shivered in response to the delicate touch.
You snickered again, relentingly your ghostly soft touches as you began to comb your fingers through his loose hair.
You could nearly feel Jamil roll his eyes as he held you closer, tracing idle shapes into your back.
You allowed your body to relax against his, molding to his lithe figure as you embraced each other closely, feeding off one another’s warmth, lulled by the strong beat of each heart that called out to the other.
“Happy birthday,” You whispered into his chest.
He smiled against your forehead, placing a delicate kiss there.
“..When we get up I’m making you breakfast.” You broke the silence with your hushed voice again.
Jamil pulled back enough to look down at you with a smirk. “Oh?”
You nodded. “So go back to sleep, so morning can come, and I can spoil you all day.”
He chuckled softly, the sound made your heart flutter in your chest.
“I would like that.”
You lifted your head, stretching your back to close the distance between you as you pressed your lips against his. The contact was brief, fleeting but even as you pulled away you felt breathless and dizzy, completely surrounded by him. He flooded your senses with his own, there was room for nothing and no one else, only him.
You nestled your body closer to his, trying to leave no room between you. He did not mind, holding you even close against his body.
SO I NEVER SAID IT HERE BUT I AM NOW OR I MIGHT DIE
TWST CHP 6 SPOILERS, CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK
spoilers & strong language below the cut
(screenshots/links are from A J's video on youtube which is also linked below)
as we all know chapter 6 was released at the end of august and if anyone of you brave enough to read this were foaming at the mouth like me you've been eating up everything.
unfortunately, i do not read japanese so i'm relying on the rest of the rabid fandom that can to feed this starving bitch morsels.
and if you've seen the video on youtube, you'll know what i'm talking about ( those of you interested here's the link: disclaimer MAJOR spoilers for chapter 6 ).
so essentially all the students who have overblotted are kidnapped and then the last scene of kidnappings we get is Crowley being abducted in this here:
then we get this:
what indeed.
obviously, we could all guess this is Idia's doing, no surprise, it's his chapter but that's beside the point.
i'm both worried and excited how his studies of overblots will play into his own overblot...
also can i derail this for about five seconds so we can talk about his outfit?? Idia what the fuck is the sci-fi dictatorship aesthetic?? like great but also what the fuck??
THE POINT IS
i discussed with a friend some months ago that Crowley looks like he's overblotted. from the way he talks to the way his design is, i always assumed he knew because he himself had gone through the process. especially the way his mask sits on his face, his scleras look black. this could have be anime logic where him being fae just meant his eyes glow and that's why we can see his eyes bUT—
i was under the impression that he uses the mask to hide overblot residual, likely because when he overblotted no one was able to pull him out yet he survived only to sustain permanent damage thus turning his scleras black (i would also guess there is some scarring or ink leftover too).
AND
that it is all but confirmed in writing with the fact Idia took not only ALL of the overblot students but Crowley too.
MY THEORY
from what i've seen or maybe i'm just getting way too invested as usual, the overblot squad are the "titans".
therefore like Hades released the titans from Tartarus to destroy Olympus and the other gods, i have a feeling Idia might utilize and unleash them on nrc.. by recreating their overblot states perhaps?
i don't know if i'm ready for whatever this chapter gives us, i'm worried, not my boys, please but at the same time gIMME!!
have i disappeared for an entire semester without warning? am i showing up only to disappear again by avoiding studying for finals because i realized a handful of my favorite characters had birthdays this month and i need to acknowledge at least one?
more likely than you think!
but i will be damned if i don’t write SOMETHING for one of my boys’ birthdays this month... and i may or may not have seen the stuff from Ruggie’s birthday campaign—
SO happy belated (by like 5 minutes) birthday to my favorite husband material hyena!
i also made new banners for character posts-
↪ GUIDELINES
✒ tags : reader-insert, fluff, established relationship
✒ warnings : n/a
✒ word count : 492
“Ruggie~!”
Ruggie immediately perked up at the sound. Excited flashed over his face as his pale eyes flickered around the room to find the source of the melody— you.
The sudden elevation in his mood had not gone unnoticed by Leona or Jack. While Ruggie had been rather pleased this morning to be pampered and treated, in his mind, as royalty the mere mention of you had a whole different effect. In fact, the hyena beastman could hardly sit still after hearing your voice.
And when he found you?
He was on his feet and rushed over to your side.
You found yourself swept up into a tight embrace, nearly causing the gift in your hand, a tray of specially made sweets for your boyfriend, tumbling to the floor. Luckily you had a secure grip on it.
Laughter tumbled from your lips as you spoke, “If I didn’t know better I might have guessed it was my birthday with how excited you are to see me!”
Ruggie’s cheeks flushed but he did not let go, which told you enough.
“Well just in case someone has forgotten here…” You wiggle out of his grasp, which arguably was easier said than done considering he did not want to let you go just yet. Still, you managed and promptly presented the tray to him.
“Happy birthday, Ruggie!”
His eyes widened in surprise as they stared at the gift you presented to him. His gaze flickered between you and the platter filled with an assortment of donuts in disbelief.
“Are these really all for me?” He asked tentatively.
A small giggle bubbled from your throat. “Of course, it is your birthday! I spent all morning making them for you and only you!”
A small sound, somewhere between a whine and your name escaped the hyena as he snatched up one of the glazed treats and shoved one in his mouth.
“You are amazing,” Ruggie said between a mouthful of strawberry-glazed donut.
A smile stretched even wider over your lips as you took in his overjoyed expression— the way his eyes sparkled so brightly as if you had just given him the most precious treasure in the world and how his ears and tail gave away his excitement with each little gesture.
All those burns and struggles with the fryer, which happened to be a deep-dished pan full of cooking oil, in the end, had been worth it just to see his reaction.
Ruggie picked up another donut and readied to shove it into his mouth just like the last one but paused. His eyes found yours and he smiled, leaning in to place a quick peck against your cheek.
“Thank you, this is the best gift ever.”
“Hey! Even after all we did for you?” Leona, disgruntled, interjected.
You laughed, sticking your tongue playfully at the Savanaclaw leader. “I have special perks, Kingscholar.”
“And this is way tastier!” Ruggie said just before consuming another donut whole.
Holiday Season : Johann Georg Faust ( Secret Santa )
this is a secret santa gift from one of the discord serves i’m in for the ikemen series, and after getting permission to post, i’d like to share it will all of you~
honestly it’s really just shameless softness here because i wanted to gift something cute between the oc and faust
↪ GUIDELINES
✒ tags : fluff, secret santa gift, canon x oc
✒ notif crew : @sleepingindevildom ♡
✒ warnings : n/a
✒ word count : 2171
It was the winter season now.
The months since her arrival had seemed to pass by so quickly. It was all still so foreign and yet so familiar to her at the same time. This place had become a home, strange as it was, and a place where she believed she belonged now.
One place, in particular, was the warmest and most welcoming, a place that brought her that true peace of belonging and homeliness.
A small church.
It was nothing like the grand cathedrals that the 21st century glorified. It did not reach far into the sky like the skyscrapers of the future. Its bells did not toll and ring out far into the rolling hills for all to hear. No, it was quaint and beautiful in its own way— a carefully sculpted structure of prime gothic architecture, detailed in the most stunning and accenting ways of statues and stain glass windows. Inside was no less breathtaking, as each pew was carved with ornate details, careful placement, and brought a strange comfort and calmness. Ceilings raised high with intricate bracing, taking nothing away from the beauty each decorated corner held.
It was no Notre Dame but it was still beautiful— far more beautiful even.
The caretaker of this church, however, likely influenced her opinion of the building.
Johann Georg Faust.
Anyone who was ever even slightly fascinated by the occult or unconventional things of this world would find the name familiar. Faust, after all, was a man of legend. Not for his accomplishments, of course, but for the curious tale that had been spun around him.
There was no saying if the tale was true, but one might, considering that it was since he was an immortal vampire of legend— or similar to the legends at least.
Faust was no less an enigma though, which was partially why Vanni was here.
Faust, as a skeptic of higher powers, might not celebrate the holiday season that had come around but she certainly did— it was all a part of her beliefs but now it was especially dear.
It was different for her this time around, though, because it would be the first holiday season she would spend in 19th century Paris.
Vanni tugged her navy coat closer over her body, the fur that lined its helms tickled over what little skin of her fingers and face that was exposed to the open air.
The cold was a horrible thing, because of the frightful chill, but more so because the brunette could feel the itch growing in her throat. She bit it back though, taking another slow breath as she nestled in her coat further, counting on the layers of blue that adorned her body to keep her warm.
It was only a matter of time before the familiar outline of the church came into view. A smile crept its way over her lips as her feet began to move faster, eager to finally arrive.
A hand stretched out, the small girl pushed open the heavy, wreathe decorated doors. The cold air rushed in behind her, eager to fill the new and far warmer space. She was quick to shut the door, forcing it with her shoulder to not dare to let the little warmth escape.
The loud slam of the door echoed in the open halls of the church, signaling her arrival.
No one was there to greet her though. It was not quite that surprising, despite it being a celebrated holiday for many, this place was far out of reach for many people. It was a near treacherous journey being out and away from the city’s usual safety.
Vanni did not mind it. She liked the walk, the way it was nestled out near the fields and the woods in its own corner of paradise.
Perhaps that was why the man resided here. Faust liked to be left alone to his work and to worry less about appeasing the masses of a faith he did not share.
Vanni let out a small cough but the itch in the back of her throat only grew. She had tried to fight back the urge but her lungs simply did not approve and the cough only grew hoarser.
Her body curled in on itself as she leaned down to brace herself against her leg, covering her mouth with a hand as if that would somehow stop the air from escaping her. With each attempt to breathe in, she only found herself a short gasp.
It was a moment before she was able to recover and steady her breath. Her lungs took in greedy gulps as she pressed a hand to her chest to calm her frantic heart.
“You should not be traveling in the cold with a cough like that.” A familiar blunt voice reached her ears.
Bright golden eyes found the familiar figure of a man— far closer than she had thought— merely steps form her.
“I’ll be fine now,” Her voice was soft, almost swallowed by the calm quiet of the empty church, “It’s warmer in here anyways.”
Those stunning, pale green eyes fixed on her, drawing closer as Faust stepped nearer.
For a moment, Vanni believed he would scold her for not considering her health, and it seemed as if he was about to but decided against it at the last moment. Instead, she was met with that piercing stare, burning into her and divulging all her secrets.
Most would find the scrutinizing gaze unnerving— the petite female had at one point, but over time had found herself growing used to it. Enough, at least, to not shrink away anymore.
“So, what are you doing today?” She spoke up, breaking away from his gaze to step further into the church.
“Working.” Was the short answer she received.
Vanni reached to loosen the scarf around her neck, allowing the air to caress her exposed skin. Fingers nimbly found the buttons of her coat, popping them open so she could shrug the clothing off her shoulders. Afterward, she draped it over the backs of one of the pews and smoothed out the heavy, blue skirt that hugged and flowed over her wide figure.
She turned back to Faust.
He had not moved, not beyond turning to allow his gaze to follow her, watching as she moved around his church.
A small smile found its way onto her lips as she approached him again.
“You know it’s the holidays, right?” She asked with a tilt of her head, “You’re supposed to be relaxing, not working.”
Not that she expected anything less of Faust. He was a man devoted to his science, his work was his life, and she knew how immersed he would become— so much so that he would forget to rest or even eat as she had found out.
Faust was silent, his eyes flickered over her face. The sincerity and softness in her inviting eyes was always strange to him, but not the strangest part about her. At first, he had considered her an annoyance, someone who bothered him when he wanted nothing but peace and quiet to work, yet sometimes he found his mind linger back to her and the devotion that glowed in her eyes. She was a distraction he both loathed and craved, wanting to understand why she influenced him the way she did with nothing but her presence.
And somehow, despite all certainties he had, she continued to come back here, to him, even after she found the truth of what he was and his own beliefs. He would call her a fool yet he would only be right to call himself the same because his curiosity of her only drew him back again and again.
“I am aware of the season.” He replied. Even if he was a faux clergyman, he knew what the winter brought, religious or not.
“Then you should take a break for once.” Vanni urged.
She could see the wear of exhaustion on his face as she drew closer. The dark, plum-colored circles hung under his eyes were hidden by his glasses, but she did not miss them. There were other small signs in the way he moved, slower, and the way his shoulders drooped with weight despite his best efforts to appear as poised as ever.
Before she might not have noticed these small details but now was different. She would like to say she had grown closer to the man. Maybe he had not opened up to her as much as she had wanted but he seemed to tolerate her, entertain her questions, and she found his company enjoyable. He was interesting but most importantly, she felt safe around him despite everything he had tried to argue otherwise.
“I have work to do.”
She had expected the excuse.
“No,” Despite the softness of her tone, it was still stern, “You might not celebrate Christmas or its season, but you need your rest, even if it’s a short nap.”
Vanni received a quirked eyebrow in response.
She rolled her eyes playfully and grabbed his wrist. “Consider this my gift to you then, making sure you rest!” She said as she pulled him over to one of the pews.
It was not the most ideal or comfortable place but it was all there was for the moment and a far better alternative than the floor. Her fingers slipped from the coarseness of his sleeve as she grabbed her discarded coat. Carefully, she folded the article over into a rough-square shape and placed it down on the wooden bench.
“You can use my jacket as a pillow,” She patted the clothing, “I’ll make sure no one comes in and disturbs you too,” She added, holding herself with confidence for him to put his trust into.
A rare, small smile pulled at the corner of Faust’s lips. A sight that, if Vanni had mistakenly blinked at that moment, she would have missed. Yet she had seen it and a joyful warmth blossomed in her chest as her heart fluttered.
“And why would you do such a thing?” The question was poised with caution and curiosity she was used to by now.
Vanni shook her head with her own smile, “Maybe because you deserve some rest. Stop being so resistant and just lie down already!” Her urge was aided by her hand finding his wrist once more, tugging him forward.
Faust gave a sigh. Those dangerously bright eyes disappeared, taking their sense of constant observation with them. It was only briefly, though, before they fixed on the petite girl once more. Suddenly, she was revered with a difference, a glint in those luminescent eyes that was unknown to her.
A single step was all it took for the distance between them to become minuscule, not enough for even the Holy Ghost if it dared. The action brought sudden awareness to Vanni how small she was, dwarfed by him and the shadow of his that fell over her.
A hand wrapped around her wrist and she was tugged abruptly. Too surprised by the action, her body gave no resistance as she fell into a smoldering embrace, pulled into a firm chest.
Then she found herself sitting in the pew and Faust’s head in her lap, using her plush thighs as a pillow to rest on.
Her mind reeled with the sudden change, desperately trying to piece together whatever split moment it had missed to end up like this. The only conclusion her mind could reach, though, was that she had become Faust’s pillow.
Heat crept up her neck and spread over her face to the tips of her ears. The church was suddenly very warm, warmer than a roaring hearth in the grandest of halls.
“If you insist I must rest, then you must as well,” There was an unusual softness in Faust’s voice as he gazed up at her, “Considering your fit of coughs earlier.”
Vanni stared back at the piercing green eyes that looked up at her.
The stunned silence and expression of hers drew a smirk onto the alchemist’s lips. Perhaps, for once, he had left her heart skipping like she seemed to always do to his own.
Faust needed his rest and she had insisted so she would not refuse. Despite the frantic pounding of her heart against her ribs, she liked the feeling. Perhaps this eccentric vampire was finally warming up to her company.
“Okay…” She breathed out quietly, relaxing as she brought her fingers to gently comb through his hair, “Then we’ll both rest,” She smiled, “I’ll watch over you.”
Faust’s expression faltered at her gentleness before he closed his eyes. His body relaxed against hers, immersing himself in the warmth she radiated. His mind lingered from its thoughts and focused on the way her fingers caressed through the softness of his hair, lulling him into a safety and comfort to rest.
Perhaps this season was not so bad, so long as this strange woman was around for it.
Tagged by @thewheezingwyvern to spell out my URL using song titles. I'd reblog but the post was getting long and well *gestures at url*. I'd like to spare some dashes!
S - Shepherd of Fire by Avenged Sevenfold
E - Everything Zen by Bush
I - I Get Off by Halestorm
G - Girl's Not Grey by AFI
E - Endgame by The Aviators
P - Peaceful Easy Feeling by The Eagles
H - Haunted by Disturbed
O - Old Time Rock n Roll by Bob Seger
E - Eat the Rich - Aerosmith
N - Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold
I - It's My Life- Bon Jovi
X - X by System of a Down
I'm gonna tag @varyen, @briarfox13, @natsora, @alyssalenko, @silhouette-of-a-dream, @littleshebear, @thedistantstorm
janainaart
areudirty
origamiaround
gummygunk
prguitarman
germansingergirl
blakekathryn
snowghoul
jacobvanloon
theartofmadeline
