#pomefoire

[sparklystarrrr]

how you're having a nice day! (ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡. Crack fic idea but Twst x gn!reader who uses gen alpha brainrot slang (like sigma, mewing, looksmaxxing, rizz and gigachad). This can be with any characters you want. Please feel free to ignore this if you don't feel comfort with writing this

What The Sigma?

Synopsis. Using brainrot from your world in front of the Housewardens!

Pairings. Housewardens x Gn! Reader,

Contains. absolute crack, platonic/romantic, italian brainrot…, I have no idea what I’m saying please bear with me, lot of cursing, Idia and his gamer talk needs a warning

a/n Leona and Kalim were so hard to write for this but I pulled through‼️

The boy has had more than enough of you then accidentally says your brainrot in a sentence and actually dies. He hears enough of his world’s brainrot from Cater and Adeuce, even Trey when he feels cheeky. NOW YOU TOO??? It’s even worse that he has no power to make it stop. His unique power only works on people with magic and you obviously don’t have any.

“Riddle you’re such an alpha! But no cap the way you order around your dorm mates is NOT sigma behavior-“ “SHUT YOUR MOUTH THIS INSTANT!”

Poor guy can’t look at you now because he feels, in your words, like he lost major aura points for now accidentally using it in his daily life.

“Ace… This is the last time I will allow your rowdiness today. It is not sigma of y-…” He physically grabs his chest in shock and horror while spacing out. Can’t even finish his sentence. Ace is concerned and thinks Rids got a heart attack mid lecture from the way he looks like he got the wind knocked right from his lungs and clutched his uniform right above his heart. “U-uh hey man, you good?”

“I am ashamed of what I’ve become.”

“Uh okay… I’m gonna get (y/n)…”

”DON’T YOU DARE-“

As you can see, he’s crashing out. It's not like he can live it down either because Sevens knows Ace told all of his besties about his prim and proper Housewarden saying "sigma". Now everyone's saying it around him. He's furious but can't do anything about it because there's no rule forbidding the use of "sigma" in the Queen's rule book.

He’s about to strangle you. He can’t spend another day listening to your random words and the shit that comes out of your mouth. He gets woken from his naps with ,”Time to wake up alpha!” and the curtains in front of his window rudely opened.

This is worse than babysitting Cheka, worse than dealing with the rowdy students in his dorm. Literally nothing can top your brainrot and how much it pisses him off. Hates it even more that it's rubbed off on him and the other Savanaclaw students. Because now he 's wondering why everyone's calling him "alpha" and "pro looksmaxxer".

He once walked out of his dorm room thinking today he would finally get a break when suddenly, you appeared. "Rise and grind!" He promptly turned on his heel and ran for his bed. This shit HAD to be a fever dream. To add salt to the wound, his brother called him to bring Cheka over for babysitting.

It was a nightmare.

He left Cheka with you because no way in hell was he spending his day with a little child. Tell him why Cheka comes back talking about some “rizz”… and you’re grinning with delight while trying to hold back cackles.

“Unca Leona had rizz!!” “Yup, that’s right Cheka!”

What. The. Fuck.

“The hell is going on here Herbivore…” Leona asks, nearly growling. “Uh… nothing…”

He sent Cheka back and threatened him to not tell his dad. Obviously little Cheka didn’t listen. His brother called.

“Leona, why is Cheka saying you have rizz?? What does that even mean?” Farena giggled. Leona on the other hand was about to die of embarrassment.”Nothing Farena… just some stupid word. I don’t even know what it means.”

After hanging up the call he was so close to storming right up to your dorm and giving you a piece of his mind, but taking his mid day nap sounded much better.

He’s about to make a contract with you to shut up Ursula style.

“Azul, will you be the Ballerina Cappuccina to my Tung tung tung tung Sahur?” You wink. He’s sitting there like he’s going through a midlife crisis at the fresh age of 17 years old. “W-… What does that even MEANNNNNN-“

He’s actually about to drown you in the Mostro Lounge’s fish tanks. Even considering sending you to the Tweels to make your jokes elsewhere. He just needs you anywhere else than near him so he doesn’t have to be tortured by Italian brainrot.

When he sends you to the Tweels in hopes of shutting you up his plan obviously backfires. Why you ask? Well now the Tweels are saying it.

“Yo Azul, you’re Tung tung sumthin’ Sahur? Shrimpy said that ya were, ain’t it funny!” Floyd cackles.

He puts his head in his hands and sighs. “Wow Azul, are you perhaps crashing out?” Jade snickers.

He’s close to tears. Poor guy is DONE with everyone. He won’t even respond to brainrot anymore, or he’ll run and hide in his octopot for comfort…

Let my man have some peace in his life for once 😭😭💔

He’s just as enthusiastic as ever, yet has no idea what you’re saying.

“Kalim, that party last night was so skibidi! Invite me to the next one!” You say excitedly. “Wha… y..YEAH it really was awesome! I’ll have another one tonight (y/n) you better be there!” He says while hopping off to Jamil and informing him of the new plan.

He’s not even questioning it. He actually goes along with it too. “KALIM THIS PARTY IS SO SIGMA” “HECK YEAH IT’S SIGMA!!!” you two scream over the heart pounding music of the 12th party he’s had this month.

He definitely asks Jamil about it though…”Do you know what sigma means? I remember (y/n) said it last night but I never got to ask them about what it meant. Do you think it has a meaning?” And Jamil is wracking his brain trying to think of literally anything but he’s equally as confused if not more. “Uh I couldn’t tell you. I’ve got no idea what that means either.”

Obviously, as he’s so curious, Kalim bounces up to you with a billion questions.”(y/n)! (y/n)!! I got a question! What do those sigma and skibidi words mean?”

The fact is, you really didn’t know what they mean. They’re just funny sayings…”Well y’know like… This party’s so skibidi is like uhhh it’s really good and like… sigmas the same. I think.” Clearly you didn’t know what you were talking about. Yet he was nodding his head and taking note of it,”Ohhh…. I seee… Hah! You’re such a skibidi sigma friend (y/n)!” “You’re a skibidi sigma friend too Kalim!!” He proceeds to knock you over in a hug in the middle of the NRC hallways.

He’s one more heavy sigh from digging your grave in a not so attractive way.

“Hey Vil, is mewing part of your beauty routine? ‘Cus let me tell ya, Gigachad is jealous of that jawline. I swear your face card is LETHAL.”

His brows are furrowed so hard in confusion while he's doing his mascara that he’s gonna need to put on more wrinkle cream before bed. “I don't understand what you're saying potato and I find myself not caring to know. Now if you could allow me to concentrate while doing my lashes that would be greatly appreciated." He gives you a dirty side eye through his mirror, "Your foolish words are distracting me."

He brushes off whatever you say with such elegance you get whiplash. At the same time though, you're getting put into one of Vil's special lessons with Epel on how to behave better.

Epel is about to explode with giggles whenever you give a smart or silly response to Vil when he's trying to make you talk "normally". Vil is grumbling about how unruly you two are together and you two are cackling about things he can't even wrap his head around understanding.

"So then- Oh ma gawd- HAH- That guy in ma hometown said "Ya ain't all that alpha buddy" and then- SHUT UP- His buddy said "On skibidi?" LIKE WHAT THE FUC-" "BAHAHAHA-" You and Epel are making a vein bulge out of his forehead. The vulgarity, the tone, the way you two are slapping each other while cackling, EVERYTHING... This may just be the first time Vil has had to deal with a lost cause because NOTHING is changing you two.

Dude knows EXACTLY what you’re saying and it’s a very bonding moment. He’ll use the twisted wonderland’s brainrot and you use yours. All of a sudden he’s an extrovert.

You two are usually gaming when the brainrot comes out. If there’s a Twisted Wonderland version of Fortnite, y’all are DIRTY in that game. For once in his gaming life, he’s suddenly losing… “BRO SAVEMESAVEME FUCK!!!” “I’M COMING ALPHA STAY NONCHALANT-”

“(Y/N) I’M GONNA FUCKING CRASH OUT GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE-“ He’s on dangerously low HP and theres no chug jugs or healers around. You’re his only hope cus everyone else in the game hates you two and how much you guys cheat your way to the top. He’s literally about to throw his controller at the wall before you swoop in to heal him. “Thanks bro that was so sigma of you… You’re getting backshots for this, Omega.”

“Oiled up?”

“Is that even a question?”

“‘Kay Diddy…”

“Who?”

“HELP ME I’M GETTING ATTACKED-“

“I’M COMING!”

And then you two just keep crashing out over the game like that didn’t just come out of your mouths. He is DANGEROUSLY comfortable with you now and is no longer in control of what comes out of those blue ahh lips.

He’s curious and wants you to teach him every single brainrot term created. You could literally be saying “Woah Hornton, you’re an alpha looksmaxxer, I could goon to your face daily…” and he’d be like ”Interesting terminology Child Of Man. I am thoroughly intrigued by your words. Is there a translation for this? Are there any other words from your world’s joyful language? Do tell.” With a jolly smile on his face.

He never understands what you’re saying yet tries to use it in his sentences because they’re so absurd it sounds like a different language to him. “We have many skibidi classmates in this school…” Malleus will happily say to a fellow housewarden who’s also been attacked by your brainrot. He’s confused on why the housewarden is groaning like he’s on his deathbed.

Even worse, when it’s around Lilia…

Lilia was trying to cook one scary evening. Everyone and their grandmother knew he was a terrible cook. Dinner was already running on nightmare fuel. As the plates were happily set in front of Sebek, Malleus and Silver, they nervously took a bite.

It was all quiet in the dinning room of Daisomnia apart from the occasional choking sound of Sebek trying to honorably force it down and the sound of Silver literally fainting and slamming his head down onto the counter from disgust. Malleus spoke in horror, “This is…. unsigma.” while staring at the bowl of doom and despair soup.

Lilia is crouched over the floor cackling and Sebek is now fainted too. Daisomnia is NOT ready for this dragon and his brainroted bestie!🫶

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[husky-twst-writing]

Anon Asked : "You know how some twst fan artists like to draw Yuu with their face blocked out, usually by Grim? I have this headcanon that in the Twisted Wonderland universe, it’s impossible to get a picture of Yuu, there’s always someone standing in front of them, a piece of paper floating by, or they’re just out of frame, but no one noticed until after the picture was taken. No one knows why, Rook even tried to draw them once but a Pomefiore first year spilled nail polish on the picture when he finished. " I do like that idea! I did see one artist who just had a mickey shaped head with blank eyes and it really looked cool! Now as for the scenario or story i will only do Dorm leaders for this situation, if anyone wishes for more i will provide ! BUT i have a small twist :) Warnings: Cursing Riddle

Riddle wasn't sure why but he it really irritated him how whenever they did civil group pictures, you always end up blocked or something happens to you in your part of the picture

It's not your fault really but it bugs him

he made it a goal to get a perfect picture , such as asking for a selfie

He actually wasn't a fan of it but he wanted at least ONE good picture of you because he cherishes his friends

but EVERY. SINGLE . TIME . IT'S THE SAME-

He's frustrated to no end

He eventually gave up and just accepted fate

he even tried to draw you and it somehow got ruined which made his mood worst

At one point , you came to him with a strawberry tart to cheer him up but he was really pouty

You asked if he wanted to try the selfie again but you hold the phone , which he reluctantly agreed to

afterwards when you left , he went to see the picture and he couldn't believe his damn eyes

a perfect picture of you and him

" i don't know if i want to cry of joy or behead them . "

He stilled loved the photo and refused to show anyone else in case it somehow got ruined or deleted

Leona

He wasn't too interested in photos but in your case it caught his interest slightly

he noticed from school activity photos that your face was always somehow ruined.

he thought it was funny but rare

so he tasked ruggie to take a picture for a small amount , mainly because he thought it would be easy

plus it's not like he wants a photo of you for anything psssshh

but when ruggie returned , he was frustrated and tired

confused leona questioned him

"Leona san. i loved getting money from you but i might just not even try anymore ..."

he got baffled that Ruggie had given up money for any easy task. or so he thought was easy

So thinking ruggie was being lazy , he went to do it himself

as a predator, he knows how to be sneaky and hide well , so once he locked you in , he took a snap

he looks ats the photo completely ruined

he took another , ruined. once again , it was ruined

he repeats many tries after and it all ends the same

" ahh fuck it ... " and went for a nap

later on you wanted a selfie with leona

being smug he said " would you even get the picture right ?~"

with a pout " of course i can!" you posed for the picture and snapped

he took a glance and he'll be damned ,, it was perfect

" don't talk to me for the next few day, herbivore."

"huh-"

Azul

azul didn't like photos , much at least because of certain ones of his past

though he took note of a particular incident

(Event after chapter 3) when you all took a picture at the museum , he noticed that your part of the picture , floyd's arm covered your face

He thought nothing of it until he noticed it often

Ace took a photo of you and deuce and somehow grim flew in front of your face

Cater took a selfie but it ended up blurred

it was pointless but hard to ignore so he assigned Jade and floyd into getting the perfect picture of you

after a couple hours, jade and floyd came back frustrated

even jade looked visibly irritated which was VERY rare to the point it scared Azul

they showed him nothing but blurry pics, he knew something was up because even jade wouldn't fail this bad

He knew he couldn't stand the chance if the tweels failed

but later on , you wanted to take a selfie with him

he refused immediately but you promised to keep the photo private , then he did agree , reculantantly

His immediate thought was that the picture would of been ruined anyways but was shocked to see a cute selfie of him and you

"....send me that picture . " you turned to him "what???" "SEN ME THAT PICTURE"

Kalim

We all know this absolute dork would love to take pictures , possibly from Cater's influence , because he sees it as a fun thing to do

So you , being one of his favorite people, he obviously wants a good photo of you

but to his disappointment, when he wanted to take a pic of you while you were at the gardens, it turned out super blurry

he thought nothing of it , just might of moved a bit , until the next one came blurry

he was getting semi frustrated and you had already left , so for once, he was actually grumpy to the point where he just asked Jamil to take a good picture for him

he felt lowkey bad of course but he was a tiny bit frustrated

Jamil didn't care until he had the same issue

Jamil tried a it but gave up when he kept getting the same result

then kalim was just sad , he just wanted a cute picture of you

you visited one day and he was his usual self but you here reminded him of the picture incident

you offered to try again , he was hard for him to say no to you

but after looking..you took a perfect photo

he wanted to cry and you were just so confused

hug him he needs it

Vil

Vil is a perfectionist of course, which includes photos too

you , him and a few others went on a small trip , you wanting to take a photo to remember the trip

you're one of the only people he's allowed for a picture minus fans because he's aware you just want a genuine picture and knows you won't share/ brag about it

Rook offered to take the photo

you two posed and rook took the shot but Vil automatically saw Rook's confused face

"Rook?.. is there a problem?" "non non roi du poison! I must of moved a little fast, part of it came blurry

he didn't think on it , just a small mistake no biggy

that was until the problem kept repeating itself

Irrigated , he took the camera and looked at the photos , each and every one of them was blurred of were you were at while vil looked completely fine

he slowly looked at you while you just stood there worried that we weren't going to get a picture

"Vil senpai? maybe i can just take a selfie? Rook's camera's probably broken"

sighing in defeat , he agreed ,after getting in a cute pose , you snapped a photo

he took a look and he was legit about to burst

It was an absolute beautiful picture

He was stunned that you did an even better job then rook

might make you his photographer

Idia

we all know for a fact, he hates pictures , at least mainly of himself

though he doesn't mind pictures of you

of course , he doesn't take pics of you willy nilly , he asks you first because he'd be hypocrite to take a picture of someone who didn't want a photo

You often cosplayed as some of his favorite characters and of course he'd want a picture of it but he was in for a surprise

The first time you cosplayed in front of him , he asked and you agreed

he snapped the photo , it blurred

he got irritated but thought nothing of it and tried again

still failed

he has plenty of cameras ( I dunno it's for the story make up your own reason XD ) and used a different one to get a photo

it failed and he tried many times , it was too a point he built up the courage *cough*two hours*cough to ask rook to help

he was dumbfounded when rook couldn't do well

you later went home , while idia was sad , he really wnated to take a good pic

soon after, you sent him a text

"I'm sorry you couldn't get a cute picture earlier, so i took a shot at it with a selfie!"

and there he saw the perfect picture

"...what the f**k is this voodoo magic- "

he of course loved it but he was so confused

Malleus

oh boy here we go-

he was still confused on the idea of photos

but he thought it was similar to a painting but it's instant

so of course he wants one with you

he attempts to use an old style camera (hey be lucky he made it this far)

he sets it up to where it takes a picture with a timer and you both pose

After it was done, he looked at the photo and somehow it blurred

he just thought it was a small mistake and tried again

second time, same result

this is where his temper slowly rises and it's shown every time it fails

and after about the 20th time , he smashes the camera

you attempt to calm him down and offered to use your phone

he agrees because he trusts you more than a dumb camera

after you took the photo, he was very happy , it looked wonderful

he didn't care about the camera anymore, he just cared that he got a good photo

I hope you enjoyed!

[husky-artz]

This is a test for Shading and Lighting! I really like how it turned out QWQ

[chixken-noodlez]

This isn’t my best, but I’m still learning to paint. Epel’s becoming a comfort character to draw.

[sparklystarrrr]

Hello! May I request headcanons of Vil X figure skater reader? Reader is very extroverted and outgoing but when they're on the ice, they're elegant and graceful, kinda like a white swan.

On Ice

Synopsis. Vil's partner is a figure skater!

Pairing. Vil S. x Gn! Reader

Contains. very fluffy, head-canon format, minimal dialogue, pretty short

a/n. Low-key perfect timing for the Olympics!!!

Vil often comes to your skating practice to drop you off and pick you up, occasionally overstaying his welcome to watch you warm up your various jumps and turns

Yet, he's a busy man... always has somewhere to be for modeling and whatnot. In those cases, he enjoys watching the videos you send him of you doing your skating routine!

He often comments on your technique and artistry, complimenting how straight your legs are during a difficult jump, or how your back is perfectly arched for a certain move

"Look at how angular your pose is... You executed that perfectly."

Besides your actual skating, he adores helping you pick out a costume for your competitions

When deciding, he always tells you to "pick something that will feel comfortable for you, and absolutely blow the audience away as well."

Vil may not cheer loudly, but his presence at your competitions is enough to motivate you to do your best!

If you end up winning 1st, or even placing at all, he lets you jump into his arms, crying in happiness as he congratulates you for doing so well

Although if you don't end up placing as high as you intended, or at all, he comforts you with words of encouragement.

"This competition was nothing like you've done before, but the experience will help you advance in the next competition," or "You've already won first place in my heart with that performance. I can tell you've worked hard. You should know that I'm very proud."

He always comes to your performances with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his arms, a ribbon of your favorite color tied around the stems

Vil takes caring for your body very seriously. He understands that figure skating can cause some strain on the body

He makes sure that you eat well and warm up for a long time before even stepping on the ice. Then, once you take your skates off, he makes you put on compression socks to improve the muscle recovery in your feet and legs

He always notices the way you look graceful on the ice, similar to a swan or a ballerina

He compares it to how enthusiastic and loud you are off the ice, saying that "You're two different people on and off the ice. You look so elegant and graceful as you perform, yet as soon as you step off, you're quite the chatterbox. It's impressive, really."

Vil also enjoys ice skating with you sometimes when you're both not busy. He's no trained skater, but he knows a bit just from watching you

He skates beside you, watching you glide with grace. He is so impressed with your effortless beauty and talent.

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[sparklystarrrr]

Hear me out, Vil x artist, because an artist is the type to be able to literally switch from seeing you as a person who's beautiful, and a beautiful being in general for things others often ignore, they'll literally break down why you are beautiful in their eyes in a way that... depending on the person could either be very validating in a truly intimate way or just creepy because they don't stop with "your eyes are beautiful" or "your eyes are like rubies" but they'll literally start going on a tangent on why they find your eyes so beautiful like it's math but they say it with love rather than emotionlessly, as if they're being possessed by a ghost who was your lover in your past life, leaving one final message through them of your beauty that persists even in the eyes of the dead, idk before your past lover reincarnates too or something, am I losing the plot here... BASICALLY VIL X ARTIST 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Madame X

Synopsis. Vil's dear partner decides that he's the perfect muse for their next painting.

Pairing. Vil S. x Gn! Artist! Reader

Contains. established relationship, flirty commentary, mentions of bad mental health, reader is an NRC student

a/n. If y'all don't know the painting I'm referencing in the title, I highly urge you to look it up. It's one of my fav pieces of art and has such a beautiful backstory!

Vil was used to people thinking he was beautiful. He was an actor and model who had fans cheering him on 24/7. The young man was constantly in the eyes of the public, having his every move documented and commented on. He lived to perform for those who watched.

Although when (y/n) was around, there was something so different. In their eyes, he was more than just human; more than just skin and bone and good looks. There was a soul that produced so much passion. There was a heart that felt so many emotions. There was a mind that protected so many fond memories. It was beautiful how (y/n) was able to see right into Vil without a second thought.

They were also an incredible painter, planning to major in it once they graduated from Night Raven. Vil was happy to watch as their ideas came to life with only a canvas, a brush, and oil paints. The way they moved their brush over the canvas was a performance in itself. People often caught themselves watching as (y/n) developed what could only be described as dreams in reality.

Now, as exam season came to a close, (y/n) felt themself become a deflated balloon. Even looking at the blank canvas in front of them made their brain turn to mush at the sheer burnout and lack of inspiration that followed.

"Darling, staring at that canvas will do you no good." Vil spoke calmly, bringing in two cups of warm tea, "If you continue this, your mental health will begin to deteriorate."

(y/n) turned to their boyfriend, picking their head up out of their hands and straightening their back, "I know, but... Who am I without my paintings?" they sighed. "I want to paint. My whole body wants to paint, yet I can't find a muse..."

Their groans made Vil sigh, sitting down beside them, "What your body needs is a break. Drink the tea I brought; it will help your nervous system calm down."

(y/n) simply whimpered from the mental pain. They were split between scouring the internet to find inspiration and listening to their boyfriends, who were much more educated in health than they were.

They reluctantly sipped the fragrant tea that Vil brought, letting its warmth spread through their body and ease the tension in their shoulders. They sat with their back becoming slightly straighter, exhaling the stress away.

They noticed their boyfriend looking around their bedroom, huffing when he saw the closed curtains that blocked out any sort of light from coming in. "You really shouldn't shut out the light; vitamin D is vital for you. Seriously, I cannot believe how much you neglect yourself, darling." Vil scolded.

The young man leaned on a small table that sat idly by the large window, basking in the warm sunlight. Vil, clad in his silk lounge clothes, let the shoulder of his loose top fall, the fabric resting effortlessly against his fair skin.

As (y/n) watched on, their eyes widened. "Stop!" They shouted, "Hold that pose. I've got it."

Vil nearly flinched at the sudden exclamation. He didn't realize just how quickly his partner was able to find inspiration, especially like this. While (y/n) scrambled to collect all of their paints and brushes, Vil pulled up his sleeve, gently tugging it back over his shoulder.

Clearly, he didn't realize how big the sleeve detail was to his partner, because once they saw it, concealing his shoulder once again, they bashfully asked, "Do you think you could... um.. pull that sleeve back down?"

(y/n)'s face turned bright pink at their own words, "F-for the purpose of the painting!"

Vil smiled fondly, pulling the sleeve back down. He found their process both amusing and incredible.

"Okay, now move your head to the side..." (y/n) squinted, "Then... leave your other hand down against your leg... Perfect!"

They got right to sketching the pose. Charcoal was used to draw out Vil's silhouette, and thin strokes of oil paint were used to mark the shadows and lights.

The man before them didn't mind staying posed for as long as they needed. He knew they were quick with their craft, no matter how much detail was woven into each brushstroke.

"Your skin... it sparkles like snow against this light," (y/n) said absentmindedly, "It's so fair, and there's a lack of impurities. One could say it's too good to be true."

Vil sighed a laugh, "You really have a way with words, don't you? Well, thank you very much, dear."

(y/n) looked up at their boyfriend with a smile, "Don't mind me, just let me study you."

The painting resumed. The room smelled of paint and old books, yet felt warm. There was some sort of tension between them, not sexual, just calm.

(y/n) began working on Vil's hair, which was gently pushed back with a headband. "Your hair looks like the waves of a serene ocean," they muttered, not thinking their boyfriend would hear.

"Does it now?" He asked, smiling with a small flush on his cheeks.

(y/n) worked down his body on their canvas, quickly getting to their favorite detail: the scandalous shoulder they'd been raving about just before.

"This shoulder... so authentic," the painter gasped.

"It's quite intimate having you paint me in such a desheviled state like this," Vil sighed. While he was an attractive man, having a couple of photoshoots that revealed more skin than others, something like getting painted by his partner in such an outfit made his heart beat a little quicker.

(y/n) had painted him a few times before, but nothing like this. They were absolutely enthralled by the beauty of their boyfriend. It was like they said before, too good to be true. It was as if he were sculpted out of marble and meant to be put in a museum.

"You have the looks that people write sonnets and stories about, Vil. It's truly incredible," (y/n) gently spoke with stars in their eyes. Their painting was nowhere near finished, but it was already coming together as they had planned.

"They'd write stories of you as well -- the artist and their muse," Vil said softly.

(y/n) dipped their brush in the oil beside their canvas, "You're free to get out of the pose now. It only needs more renders, and I'll be complete!"

The man smiled at his partner, walking towards their ecstatic self to press a kiss on their flushed cheek, "I can't wait to see it completed, my dear. Your talent knows no bounds." As Vil walked out the door, (y/n) flushed an even deeper shade of red. They couldn't even hold their brush straight because all they could think about was their boyfriend for Seven's sake!

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[sparklystarrrr]

One shot request:

Word gets out that MC is dating the Vice House warden of Pomefiore, and Vil is NOT impressed. While you may not be officially a member of the dorm as someone close to his second-in-command he can't have you just running around. Whether you like it or not Vil now considers you a representative of Pomefiore.

Queue a disgruntled Vil showing up at the step of Ramshackle with a basket full of care products and a neatly pressed Pomefiore uniform for when they enter the premises. After all it would be poor etiquette to arrive in a slovenly state.

It's especially bad if MC struggles with hygiene in general; never fear though, he will make sure you attain mastery in the subject!

Oh and you get a micro dose of the Epel treatment.

Simple Touch-ups

Synopsis. As Rook Hunt's partner, it's Vil's job to make sure that you, as his unofficial Pomefoire member, look absolutely parfait!

Pairings. Rook Hunt x Gn! Reader, Vil Schoenheit x Gn! Reader (platonic)

Contains. reader gets the Epel treatment, Vil refers to (y/n) as Potato, Rook uses a plethora of French nicknames for (y/n)

a/n Can ya'll tell I love talking about makeup and skincare...

It was rather calm today considering word had gone out that you and Rook were officially dating. Pretty much everyone supported you and absolutely shipped the two of you! It was honestly quite refreshing. You sat scrolling on your phone in bed when all of a sudden the doorbell rang. "Huh? No one told me they'd be coming over, I wonder who it is?"

You hopped to your feet and scurried down the stairs of Ramshackle, opening the door to see Vil looming over you with a large basket cradled in one arm and a black garment bag in his other hand. "Good evening, Potato. It has come to my attention that you're in a relationship with Rook, yes?" He said while slightly grimacing at the sight of you in over-sized pajamas and hair sticking out from every direction, plus the lack of makeup or skin care gracing your clearly exhausted face.

"Yup! Is there a reason you have these... giant packages?" Your eyes scanned between the items in his hands. "They are for you Potato. Now, scurry up to the bathroom. I must fix whatever's going on here." The man dramatically looked away as your current ensemble disgraced his eyes. In the name of fashion and all things beautiful, your outfit was a disaster, even for lounge wear.

He ushered you up to your bathroom as if it was his own dorm and looked around sadly at the minuscule size of the bathroom. "There are seriously no chairs, not even a stool?" He said, clearly shaken. "Yeah... Crowley didn't provide me with much so this is all I have." He nearly fainted. "Well, Pomefoire would never treat a young Potato to such impoverished dormitories and petite washrooms. Now, sit on the counter."

You propped yourself up on the counter and he set the basket of goodies next to you, unwrapping it and taking out everything while explaining them to you in great detail. "This is a toner, you must use it before every product you add onto your face." The bottle was dark purple, seemingly from his own brand. If it was by Vil, it was sure to work.

Along with the toner, he pulled out makeup removers, serums, moisturizers, eye creams, lip masks and balms, ect. The whole nine yards. "You will use these every day. If you need more just give me a call. I'm here to assist Potatoes like you in need of a makeover." You honestly thought he was just calling you ugly in the fanciest way possible, but whatever, getting to work with Vil was practically an honor! Especially since this was your boyfriend's best friend making sure you looked good for him.

"Now, we shall commence the makeover." Pardon..?

It was like he pulled the makeup bag out of his back pocket with how quickly he wiped it out in front of him. "Vil... What are you doing?" You asked skeptically. He looked at you like you were actively growing another head"...You thought the makeover ended there? Don't be silly Potato, you will need more than skincare products. Close your mouth so the foundation doesn't crease." He spoke after adding a cool primer to your face. He applied the light weight foundation to your face that was somehow your exact shade.

He held the bottom of your jaw up with his fingers while he patted it into your skin and blended it out flawlessly. "Suck in your cheeks. I must do the contour, blush and highlighter." He pulled out a few pallets and some bottles of blushes and contours and highlighters along with many different brushes and blenders you thought you've probably never seen before. He glided the brush with warm brown contour onto your cheekbones and along the sides of your nose, blending it into your skin with the faint red blush on his brush. He dusted shining white highlighter on the tip of your nose, brow bones, cheekbones and cupids bow. He set in the base with a setting powder that happened to go perfectly with your skin. How did everything match your skin tone so well? That was a question you'd never know the answer to. But knowing Vil's extensive makeup skills and Rook's obsession with everything possible about you, you had a good idea of how.

He muttered a small close "Close your eyes." before spraying your face with a setting spray. While your eyes remained shut he opened a pallet of neutral colored eyeshadows and shimmers. He gently applied warm browns to your lids, adding a dark purple shimmer to the center of them as well. He pulled out a smaller, more angular brush and tapped it into the black eyeshadow, adding it to your upper lash line and stretching it out like eyeliner. "Open your eyes Potato." He then grabbed a lash curler and went straight in. You didn't know what to do when suddenly seeing this new tool that sort of looked like pliers, so you stood still in fear. Luckily it was quick. He grabbed a bottle of mascara and wiped the excess off at the rim,"When I say blink, you blink." It seemed more of a threat than a request when he said it, but you followed his lead nonetheless.

He held the black garment bag in front of you. "The makeup is done. Put this on and meet me in your room." He shut the door with just those few words and you heard his heels clicking to your room. You sighed.'Beauty is... confusing.' You thought to yourself. Hanging the garment bag on the shower rod, you unzipped it. There hung a perfectly ironed Pomefoire uniform. The purple was deep and velvety and the pants were a shining black leather. It didn't have any shoes to go along with it, but you had a good pair of heeled boots that Rook bought you which would look perfect with it!

When putting it on, the pieces were confusing. You didn't know what piece was supposed to be added first or where each accessory went. You tried to remember what Rook's uniform looked like and how he would put it on in the morning when he would sleep over at Ramshackle. At last you came to the conclusion that it would be shirt, pants, that jacket/robe thing, and the wrap belt. Buttoning the shirt and wrapping the little ring holes around your fingers was a lot harder than you expected it to be. How on earth did Rook manage to make it look so easy?! The next step had been much easier. It was simply putting on the pants which you did with ease.

Then came the jacket. You had heard that Epel had a rough time putting it on to this day, so you hoped and prayed that this would just be a him problem and not a you problem too. You were wrong. It was 100% a you problem as well. You practically got tangled in the long purple fabric while trying to make it look perfect, then at one point you gave up. Vil would most likely nitpick at it for you and fix it on his own accord. Putting on the belt was no easier. It was once again a fight between you and the fabric. You felt pity for all the Pomefoire students who had to endure this pain every single day because this was WAY too much for a dorm uniform. It was like a puzzle, and you were absolutely lost doing it.

After a few too many minutes of being stuck in the bathroom and struggling on your own, you decided to get Vil's assistance. You shyly walked down the hallway with the floorboards creaking under your feet. You opened your bedroom door to find Vil going through your closets and dressers, grimacing at the clothes or lack of clothes you owned. You had only your school uniforms and clearly not enough clothes, four or five outfits max. Outfit repeating was an absolute must in your situation. "Potato, we will go shopping another day. This is clearly not enough to last you the rest of the school year. You're practically wearing threads!"

"Yeah, I haven't really had enough money to splurge on any clothes recently. I just need to get by with food and rent, clothes come second. Y'know?" You sighed out, a bit embarrassed at him shuffling through the few pieces you had. He looked at you gobsmacked and leaned a hand against the wall to stabilize himself. "...Are you serious?!" He said between deep breaths. He clutched his heart in true actor dramatics. "Uh yeah..." He shut his eyes to take in this newfound information."Potato, we will go shopping. Tomorrow in the first crack of sunlight. We both know you need it." He quickly shifted his eyes to the uniform on your body that was unfinished in assembling."The uniform has yet to be fully assembled. Why is that?"

"Oh uhm, I just needed some help with the belt.." Your voice lowered in volume as you explained your current predicament. He snorted a small chuckle "I see. Come, I will assist." He walked toward you and examined the whirlwind of a Pomefoire uniform that lay before him. He whisked the leather belt around your waist and tied the golden and red intricate rope around the belt easily. He adjusted the collar of the jacket and black shirt and made it look nice and sleek. "You'll wear this uniform exactly this way every time you step into Pomefoire, are we understood?" He said sharply. "Yeah Vil, but why should I? I'm not a Pomefoire student." You questioned. "Though you're not sorted into Pomefoire, you are in a relationship with the Vice. Therefore making you an unofficial member. You indirectly represent my dorm." He spoke as if common sense while his hands trailed from the collars of the uniform to your hair. He twirled the locks of your (h/c) hair in his fingers while he looked at it in clear deep thought, his brows furrowed.

"We must style this. Turn around for me." You turned around and he got right to work. The man didn't even need a brush to style your hair as perfectly as he was. He carded his fingers down the (h/c) strands of your hair and pulled them back. He pulled a hair tie and a few hairpins from his pockets and began his work of styling. He pulled your hair into a low ponytail and wrapped your (short/long) strands into a bun, setting them in place with a pin every time he wrapped a new piece. He would occasionally move to look at the front of your face and adjust the strands of hair that circled around your face quite messily.

Once he was done he styled your hair as he saw fit. He'd framed your face with your hair perfectly and completed the low bun that made every strand of hair sit perfectly upon your head. When seeing your final Pomefoire look, he smiled to himself. "Shall we go to Pomefoire and show you off to Rook now?" He asked, a bit more cheerful than before when he saw you in your comfy clothes since you now dawned the Pomefoire attire he had made specially for you."Of course! But... do you think he'd like me looking like this?"

He sighed at your lack of confidence like an older sibling, "Why would you discredit my work? He will fawn over it for years to come, Potato. Do think of yourself as lowly as an insignificant worm. Especially in Pomefoire attire. Come along, we are going." He turned towards the front door of Ramshackle, expecting you to follow. In a nervous state of wondering how your boyfriend would react, you followed."Ah, before we embark, let me apply this lipstick to you." He pulled out a wine red lipstick from his pocket and dabbed it on your colorless lips. "Perfect. Now, let's go."

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Once you stepped into the doors of the Poemfoire living room, you saw Rook keeping watch of the underclassmen including Epel. They'd been having a bit of fun while Vil was out of the dorm giving you a makeover. He'd sat on the plush silk couch with his back turned to you, giggling at the slightly rambunctious freshmen of his dorm. "Hi, my love! How's your day going?" You spoke in a sweet voice while calling to him. He turned around, disregarding what he was previously engrossed in and suddenly the world around him stopped and you were the only thing he could focus on. "Ah, mon amour, tu es très beau! Oh la la~ Magnifique mon cœur, absolutely magnifique!!" He spun you around in the air with glee, his hands firm on your hips as he smiled so big at you.

"Though your beauty as of now is absolutely radiant, I assure you that your style of over-sized lounge garments and messy (h/c) locks is much more endearing to me and ignites a fire in my heart no amount of matches and wood could come close to, mon trésor!" He spoke heartily before pressing a passionate kiss to your soft rouged lips. "Thank you Dear, Vil gave me a makeover before coming over!" You said with a smile while he placed you on your feet again with his hands gripping your waist gently."It was a challenge at first, but (y/n) is quite compliant to my help. They're a true Pomefoire student at heart." Vil said with a small smirk.

It was like Vil said earlier, Rook would be fawning over this look for years to come. He had taken a picture of you in his dorm's uniform and set it as his wallpaper on his phone. He printed it and framed it TWICE, putting it on the wall above his bed and on his vanity. He even put a picture of it in his wallet so that every time he spoiled you again he could see your beautiful face and effectively spoil you more. He made it a point to show every one he could, no student at NRC was safe from the wrath of Rook's undying devotion and love for you, and to be honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[sparklystarrrr]

heyyyy!!!! it's me, the sigma anon that requested the gen alpha fanfic for TWST (I love it so much, it has a special place in my heart ♡). I was wondering if you could write another one with the first years (if you want to ofc). Mainly cause Jack can turn into an alpha wolf

HAVVEE A GOOD DAYYY !!!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡♡♡

What the Sigma? Pt.2

Synopsis. Using brainrot from your world in front of the First Years!

Pairings. First Years x Gn! Reader

Contains. crack, platonic/romantic(platonic w Ortho), summer 25' brainrot…, this is genuinely removing my braincells, a bit of cursing, I'm so sorry about Deuce's part

a/n *floats in a bubble like Glinda* I'm backkkk

Would probably laugh in your face if you did that staring thing while holding your tongue out. He'd ask you if you had some head injury through cackles that sprung tears in his eyes...

And after calling you weird he'd start doing it to you...

While walking past one of his classes you'll catch him sticking his tongue out and giving you a dead eyed stare, shortly before being yelled at by his teacher for not paying attention.

After a long basketball practice, he comes right up to you, sweat dripping from his face and ginger hair sticking to his cheeks.

“Wow Ace, you look really chopped right now.”

He frowns slightly, ”I don’t know what that means, but I’m already offended.”

Once you’ve explained the word to him he nearly strangles you

“‘Scuse me??!! I ain’t chopped!”

“But like, you’re my chuzz!”

“I’M GONNA FUCKING HIT YOU WITH THIS BASKETBALL I SWEAR TO THE SEVEN!!”

Deuce... I hate to say it but he is unknowingly the epitome of "performative male"... and realizing that, you'll egg him on to say things that prove it.

"Hey Deuce, are you listening to Laufey right now?"

*takes off one of his headphones* "Huh? Oh uh I'm listening to that new Laufey and Clairo song."

"Hm.. interesting... interesting..."

Then later on, you'll catch him walking out of a cafe with a matcha latte with a blue labubu hanging off his belt loop...

When asked about it "Oh yeah my mom got me this. She said it was cute. It kinda is, don't you think?"

The final straw? Walking in on him aggressively reading something. You assume he's studying until you notice two books beside him... The authors were Mary Wolstonecraft and Silvia Fredrici. That's when it clicks, it's feminist literature.

"I-I don't know, okay!! I think all girls... no uh, women deserve to be respected and treated equally! What's so wrong about that?!"

"YOU'RE A PERFORMATIVE MAN DEUCE!"(you scream in agony)

"WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN????!!!"

After inevitably learning what that means, he's mortified.

"I swear I'm not like that! I just like that stuff like a normal person!"

"NORMAL PEOPLE DON'T LIKE THAT STUFF, PERFORMATIVE MEN DO!!!"

He now catches himself doing performative stuff literally everyday. He'll wear a white button up and a sweater vest with jeans or dressy pants just to go out with friends and to dress like an "honors student" then the flash of a performative man will appear in his mind.

Ace catches on too.... Yeah, Deuce isn't having a very fun time.

Jack seems like he wouldn't use much Magicam, he'd only have it to see what the people from his hometown are up to. From staying in NRC for the short amount of time he has though, It's clear he knows a handful of terms.

When you instinctively call him alpha he just bats an eye. He does huff a little at the name.

After a track meet, he’s exhausted. His pulled back hair is now covering his forehead and he is wolfing down gallons of water. (pun intended)

You prance right up to him, “Wow, you were literally the alpha out there!”

He looks at you like you have three heads.

“You’re being weird again…” he says through deep breaths. He is NOT in favor of this nickname.

Then while you’re hanging out in his dorm room- “Jack, you’re the alpha to my omega🫶”

He quite literally stops moving, looks at you, looks away, buries his head in his hands, and loudly groans. “Is it because I’m a wolf beastman…” he murmurs

”Yup!!!!!!!!” “…ugh”

Now listen here, this boy knows some brainrot humor, but he's not seasoned in it... So when he told you "Yeah, hopefully I grow ta be 6'7 or sumthin'" and you just reply back "67..." he just stares at you with an unreadable expression, but anyone could tell it was one of complete confusion and annoyance.

He’s a perfect ragebait target, so he’s heard a bunch of these terms from you. He’s successfully annoyed into asking you what they mean…

“What the hell does “Sybau” mean?!!?”

“Epel, Epel, Epel… Let me take you to a whole new world.”

Now this is a bad duo… for Vil of course.

It goes quickly from you annoying Epel to no end, to teaching him your ways, to now rage baiting Vil.

Epel already gets reprimanded enough by his Housewarden, why not annoy him a little more?

Picture this, the Pomefoire AC stops working (because when does Crowley do it job). Vil’s hair starts to get a little frizzy, the concealer under his eyes and on the side of his nose starts melting. He is having a bad day, okay.

“Dayum Vil. Yer lookin’ chopped today.”

No one in the dorm has seen Vil so enraged.

Please pray for Epel, everyone.

Ortho already knows every single brainrot term. He’s had them in his memory because of his ability to search the internet, and because of Idia’s gaming of course.

You’re gossiping with Ortho about boy problems,” Yeah! And like not only was my ex stupid, he was also chopped asf like SYBAU!”

Ortho nods along with much investment in the drama of your last relationship. “He sounds like an NPC!” He says with a cheery and amused tone.

But sometimes, he’ll hear you say something he has absolutely no knowledge of.

You two will be waiting on the lunch line, which is incredibly slow, and you’ll groan “Ugh, ts pmo icl rn…”

He nearly blue-screens from the utter nonsense that just left your mouth before asking what it means so he can add it to his database.

His favorite brainrot term you say is “chuzz” or “huzz.” It just sounds so funny to him and it keeps your gossip sessions entertaining!

When you're obviously distracted during a study session and you say "Sebek, your hair kinda reminds me of labubu Dubai chocolate matcha, y'know?"

He's just speechless.

He leans forward in his chair with a face of clear disbelief.

"W-... what does that even mean..???" He's officially the target of your ragebaiting.

Spotting him across the hallway and screaming, "Matcha labubu!! Come walk with me!!" while waving him over.

He would've pretended not to know you if he wasn't so loyal.

"You're so baddie in equestrian practice, my little Dubai chocolate!"

"I AM NO CHOCOLATE!!! I AM A HALF FAE KNIGHT OF LORD MALLEUS!!!” He will shout in disbelief.

He doesn’t really know Dubai chocolate, matcha or labubus even are, just that you won’t stop ragebaiting him with it.

He’ll complain to Lilia after school about your silly name calling. Little does the boy know, Lilia had been doing his best to keep up with the newest slang…

Sebek is red faced and embarrassed while Lilia is cackling, practically slipping off the couch in Daisomnia. Silver and Malleus both look at each other, sigh, and giggle to themselves.

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