Hallo!! Can I req Savannaclaw with Fem!Reader who does diamond art? :3
(Lemme know if this req bothers ya BTW!!)
Leona Kingscholar
Originally he didn’t care much for your talent, seeing it as boring. Just something that his favorite herbivore found interest in that he did not. Which was most things actually...
But one time when Cheka snuck onto campus and saw you carefully placing the diamonds onto the canvas, slowly forming the design of a little lion. He was amazed immediately.
“There’s nothing special about putting plastic stones on stuff” Leona groans as he lays on his bed and listens to his nephew go on and on about the diamond art. “‘S just placing fake little gems on stuff. Not really useful”, he watches lazily as you and his nephew work together.
You share a knowing look with Cheka as Leona falls asleep. Picking up trays of tiny diamonds you both get to work on showing a certain cat that your talent is indeed useful.
Leona woke up from his nap with a bedazzled face. Cheka, Ruggie, and you had a good laugh about it.
You’re now the Prince’s official Diamond Artist of the Sunset Savannah.
Ruggie Bucchi
“Y’know, you could make a ton a’ money with that talent of yours!” He grins as he passes you a little tray of diamonds. “I know, but I’m doing this for fun, not for money” You smile as you fill in the empty spaces with colored gems.
“Well, maybe you should consider” he teases and snatches a diamond to study. “Hmm maybe..”. Spotting his curious eyes you resume your teasing “They’re cool aren’t they?” you snatch it back and glue it into its numbered spot.
“You should make a design for me” Ruggie smirks. “Why? Do you want a visual reminder that you love money more than me?” You quip back and motion for him to join you at your desk.
Your duo works on a piece together, a design made from a photo of the two of you on your first date. Cute and memorable. Ruggie hides it in a place that only he knows the location of.
You both run a little diamond art side business, taking commissions when it suits your fancies. (Ruggie charges more though-)
Jack Howl
He stumbled across you fully enamored in your art. At first, Jack didn't understand it, you enjoyed sticking diamonds to material?
But as he watched you he soon grew to respect your determination and precision.
You decided to make a custom design of a little cactus for him. Watching Jack during one of his Track club meetings, as he finished. "Tada! I made a present for you" You smile as you show him the little package.
Pretending to ignore the embarrassed flattening of his fluffy white ears and the hyper-wagging of his tail. "Thanks..." he mutters and continues "It's not that bad...". (He loves it)
He hangs up the design in his room proudly. Along with several other things that you added diamonds to, his favorite cactus pot included.
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"I want you, I want you, it's like my IQ's going down"
TW: decapitation mention, religious themes?? sorta??
Current Alias
Hanakoto Y/N
Finishing the now cold remains of your mashed potatoes and steak you get up. Bumping into a student walking behind you, they offer their apologies first, a low voice that you'd expect from an grown adult not a teen. "My apologies child" was all he said as he walked away. Staring as he walked away you couldn't help but feel a twinge of familiarity radiating from him.
You’re unsure why you returned to school, back in your mortal days it was pure hell for you. It wasn’t difficult by any means, but certain subjects had a way of making you feel so hopelessly stupid that you considered just giving up on everything together. Gradually, nothing seemed interesting anymore, slipping into eternal sleep seemed so inviting. Much more so than the hours of work that you hated yourself for not being able to finish. You hated yourself for not being able to finish a simple worksheet, it should’ve been easy, you started it but now you’d have to finish it. But it wasn’t easy, it was a struggle to even look at the paper, your own disappointed voice in your head chastising you relentlessly.
Gradually, everything got to be too much. And honestly, you stopped giving a fuck the day you challenged that god. Praying to an all-knowing being that you weren’t even sure really existed anymore. Your family was particularly religious, putting their faith in a god that you too believed wholeheartedly in your youth. You knew that you shouldn’t pray for yourself, yet you still did.
Your faith was shaken roughly after a dear friend of yours was struck with a sickness. You prayed day and night, begging your family’s almighty god for some sort of relief for them. Anything to ease their pain, anything to ensure their survival. Your poor friend who’s only sin was being too kind to stray animals. You offered up your sweets as a penance to perhaps appeal to this god’s mercy. One day, they actually appeared back at school, no longer bound to their wheelchair. It was a miracle, perhaps all your prayers and sacrifices worked, perhaps the god was moved by the prayers of their devoted follower.
They were buried just a week later.
That was the beginning of this god’s fall from grace in your mind. Your teenage years were full of suppressed rage, each time you tried to express your feelings your parents shut you down and handed you tools to work in the fields. That did help, but you ended up ruining the fields in your anger, and your parents decided it best for them to have you take walks instead. Walks were nice, they offered some sort of solace for your bottled emotions. Occasionally, along the shores, you’d find some merperson that had swam too far from their home. Sometimes they’d tempt you down to the watery depths with their songs, and other times they were simply curious about humans. Both were better than being home, in your mind.
The diaries that belonged to you as a child were thrown out, further cementing your disbelief in this god that you had so fondly worshipped. You hated each page, you hated your younger self for being so fucking naive, you hated that god. You found a particularly bright colored diary that reappeared in your shelves. It was your favorite, a special book handed down from your mother, it bore a smooth dull red cover, still had some of her notes written down in her neat handwriting. You almost laughed at yourself when you read it again, swearing was so forbidden in your household, however did little you write ‘shut up’ without a care in the world.
Into the trash it went, for a second time, it was probably possessed or something. There went another piece of your past that you so fervently hated. The horrible grammar, the shitty drawings, that ‘unshakable’ belief, you didn’t realize it was possible to hate something so much. You bought more journals as the centuries passed, and decided to not throw out anymore, lest that force that brought your red one back from the trash struck again.
Then the worst drought in a centuries time struck your village with a vengeance. Usually, you’d read in history books that you stole from your brother, that your village would sacrifice a young maiden or child. To appease the gods and beg them for rain. The willing sacrifice would be led to a quiet place in the cliffs, then they would pray that their life would help pave the way for the new lives that the rain would nourish. Then came the gruesome part, they were usually drugged, their head chopped off and placed on a stone for the gods. The body was buried on the mountain, and then they would pray again.
You do wonder why after your challenge your village was hit with rain enough to replenish the river that had long run dry. Perhaps the gods looked with favor upon your foolish endeavor. Perhaps they decided to further prove your demise.
You were currently preoccupied with completing the work of a student whom you shared classes with that didn’t seem particularly interested in completing today’s classwork. You sent them a short summary of how you completed the work and they paid you decently. You felt like those tutors that you’d see in the windows of the rich families of your town. Helping the kids learn their school and life skills. All things their parents were too busy to teach them.
You recognized the student in front of you, that deep-voiced boy from lunch. Purposely bumping into him you drop one of your books, “Oh no my books!” You mutter and bend down to pick it up, noticing that he does the same. You meet his eyes, round and scarlet.
They seemed so familiar…
Wait…
That fae…
What the hell was he doing here?
“Have we met before? Once upon a dream perhaps?” He breaks the silence with a cheerful grin. Glaring into his eyes, you attempt to fish out any information about him. "Who the hell are you?" you stare incredulously. He senses your suspicion "Ah, I haven't introduced myself havent I? I'm Lilia Vanrouge, Vice Housewarden of Diasomnia. Pleasure to meet you!" he extends his gloved hand out. And you take it cautiously, shaking it slowly. Then you pull your hand away.
"You" the word slips from your lips before you register it.
"Ah, so we have met before" he mutters softly, taking note of your glare.
You stand up slowly "Lilia..." you say it as you rise, something about his name strikes a familiar chord in your memory. "your name doesn't seem familiar but you do" you add cautiously. What if he takes you for some rando stalker or something of the sort? he pauses and continues "You seem familiar to me as well..." he takes a long silent pause "Ell... is that you?". You throw a hand over his mouth "It's not Ell anymore, it's Hanakoto, don't forget that... and wait, how do you know my name?" you hiss. "Ah, Hanakoto, do you mind if we continue this er… reunion back at Diasomnia? Classes should be starting again soon, and I’d hate for you to be tardy cause of little ‘ol me”. Lilia gives you one last smile before vanishing into thin air, your schoolbook in hand.
Damn him, wait, why would he need your schoolbook? Oh, for a bribe, so that you couldn’t refuse his offer…
He was more conniving than you gave him credit for… damn bastard.
You finished your school day without much fanfare, as usual. You stood in the Mirror Room, approaching the mirror with the emblem of Diasomnia above it. Lilia, such a floral name for hardened warrior. Well, at least you knew it now. That explained his past distaste for the lilies that you occasionally grew to sell.
Diasomnia was the equivalent of a gothic castle if you’ve ever seen one. If you were a weaker soul perhaps, maybe the very sight if it would have you shaking in fear. Though you thought it to be too much. In any case, this was your destination. You walked the long and rather thin path that led to the dorm's great black doors. Pushing them open with a heave you were greeted by the sight of an annoying freshman who you recognized from the Orientation, Sebek Zigvolt if you recalled correctly. A loud boy, with a lean build, bright green gelled back hair and golden eyes with slit pupils. He was missing the common features of a Zigvolt though, where were his scales? He must be a half blood then, you decided silently as he greeted you with a shout. You were expecting him to spout off something about humans in disdain. But surprisingly he welcomed you, "Welcome to Diasomnia!" you muster a reply "Hello, Zigvolt...".
You follow him into the dorm's lounge, "I do not know what Master Lilia sees in a human like you. But if he specifically invites you to Diasomnia, I will do my best to treat you like a guest!". He shouts, much to your dismay. Sure, go ahead and announce me being here to everyone you sigh inwardly. Taking a seat on the plush black couches of the dorm's lounge, you two wait for Lilia to make his appearance. Now that you thought about it, it had been a while since you had last seen a member of the Zigvolt clan, last member you had seen was Baur. He was a soldier under Lilia back then or something, you never really cared to learn about him. This boy wasn't a full fae, so perhaps he was a grandson or great-grandson, the hatred the fae held towards the humans made the thought seem impossible in your mind. Perhaps it had been healed by centuries after? In any case you were here to see Lilia, not ponder about the racial tensions between humans and fae.
Lilia himself decides to appear right next to you, making his presence known with a bright 'Well hello there!'. Sebek stiffens at the sight of his Vice Housewarden. "Master Lilia! Thank you for gracing us with your presence!" you give him a small hesitant wave and place your hands onto your lap. "Whats with the sullen face?? Don't you miss me El-er Hanakoto?" he corrects himself mid-sentence after remembering the underclassman's presence. "Eh, not really" you admit honestly, "How dare you be so curt when Master Lilia is speaking to you human!" Sebek cried. "He's your master not mine" you lean back against the couch, "Tis quite alright Sebek, Hanakoto and I are acquainted" Lilia smiles. He processes this new information and mutters an apology. The elder fae waves a hand in a shooing motion, "No need to apologize, I'm sure that Hanakoto has taken no offense" you nod in agreement, "I really don't give a fuck".
“Well, now that you’re here, why don’t we discuss some things in private? I’ve been meaning to talk to you” Lilia smiles. You throw him an incredulous stare, “You are aware how that sounds right?” He returns with an innocent look “Nope!” and grabs your hand, teleporting the two of you to his room.
You followed Lilia into his room, "What the fuck??" you mutter as your eyes trail around, observing clothes and objects that were hurriedly shoved into drawer shelves. "Ah, well, I didn't have much time to clean up" he chuckles "Silly me". Lilia's room is a random ass assortment of items you presumed he collected from after you met. A guitar on the bed, a spare jacket and shirt tossed over the wardrobe's open door. "How did you go from only owning the clothes on your back to some grandpa with a hoarding issue?" you groan in disbelief. "That, Hanakoto, is a story for another day". "How has time been treating you?" he sighs with an air that you can't decide if it's playfulness or genuine curiosity. "Same as always" you admit. Lilia snaps his fingers and summons a rather elegant teapot and two teacups.
You hesitantly take the cup of tea that was oh so generously offered to you. The distinct aroma of oranges and cardamom filled your senses as you brought the cup to your lips. "Have you a family yet?" he asks the question carefully to which you shake your head, "Nah, the only family I had are dead and gone". Your eyes look up from the cup, "You?" he sighs wistfully, "I do, I have a son...". He says the word 'son' with such love you were almost jealous of this random child. "Gods, I feel ancient" you tease. "You're much older than me after all" he grins, before his lips fall into a frown "I missed you, Ell, I thought that you left me...". Lilia's words run a knife through you, your grip falters and bit of steaming tea falls on you, Fuck you whisper, fuck fuck fuck fuck... you had forgotten that you were forced to leave your home by the forest, lest you be killed by those Silver Owls or the fae. You never told Lilia, just packed up and left in a hurry, taking your house with you.
'I missed you Ell' the words stung with a force you weren't expecting. Truth be told, you wanted him to forget about you, everyone forgot about you in the end so what was another person to add to that list?
But no, Lilia had aged almost 400 years and still remembered you.
He had a family. He looked older, he was no longer the petty creature with an attitude. He was a father, a father beloved for his wisdom. Yet he still remembered you.
You were exactly the same, physically and mentally. You would never change. You would outlive him, outlive his family, outlive his grandchildren and great grandchildren. There was something that you felt, a feeling that choked you, a feeling that you'd heard of people experiencing when their loved ones passed. But, your so called 'loved ones' had passed oh so many years ago, yet that feeling never came to you. It was only now, that you met with Lilia again, that you understood the feeling. That haunting feeling of grief and loss. That horrible feelings that was like a hand closing on your throat. Choking the life out of you. You felt unworthy of being remembered by him, why did he remember you out of all people? When he could've easily forgotten about you like so many others had. Why you?
At least I completed something that my brother said I couldn't, he said that I would die unremarkable and forgotten. You're wrong for once fuckface.
You forced yourself out of your thoughts and choked out a little, "I missed you too" before finishing your now lukewarm tea. You shook those despairing feelings away as someone knocked softly on the door.
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Author's Thoughts
Lilia Vanrouge - 'He actually remembered me...'
Sebek Zigvolt - 'Loud and annoying, but whatever.'
Silver - 'One lucky kid.'
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An: thank u all my lovely readers for still sticking around <333 and to all the new ones that have joined this hell lmaooo. plz forgive any errors <333
Hallo! Can I req Savannaclaw with a Fem!MC who's a moonflower and has glowing hair and dress depending on emotions? (Those are what the human characters in Hanazuki are called btw!! ^^)
Leona Kingscholar
He was unaware of what exactly a moonflower was until you explained it. Shrugging this new information with one of his regular sighs. “So basically your hair ’n dress glows depending on your mood yeah?”
You nodded excitedly as your hair and dress turn bright yellow. “Excited to tell me, I take it?” He grins. You smile brightly “Of course!"
Sometimes, Leona jokes around to see just how it looks in real life. How you react to different situations, you felt somewhat like a yarn ball that a cat would toss around idly. Watching to see what would happen.
He does wonder about how you are so fine with your emotions being readily displayed. But shrugs it off to your carefree nature.
Leona does find it cute how you're basically a real life mood lamp.
Ruggie Bucchi (the image isnt working smh)
He knew something was different about you, encountering you at times when your hair and dress turned red after seeing an unexpectedly low test grade. Or when you came back from Pomefiore in an entirely new outfit with your hair colored turquoise.
But what he didn’t expect was for you to reveal you being a Moonflower. A race who’s attire and hair color changed depending on their emotions.
Seemed like a real shame to him, after all, being sneaky was one of his specialties. Having your emotions displayed like that has gotta be a pain.
But you didn’t seemed bothered by it, in fact, even though it bothered you at times. It was still enjoyable having your hair and dress change color on a whim.
It's a cool part of you, he decides finally, something that makes him unique like himself.
Jack Howl
He suspected something being special about you, but he didn’t want to assume and say it aloud. So he waited for you to reveal it to him.
You were preparing to hang out with your beloved fellow student Jack. Your dress and hair betraying you as they glowed yellow. A sign of your excitement.
They changed quickly to pink at the thought of meeting him.
You revealed to him that you were a Moonflower during your date. After the snacks you both had brought were eaten up.
Jack looked surprised at this information but was appreciative of you trusting him with it. He somewhat related to you, his wolf-like features tended to betray his own emotions.
That was something new that the two of you could bond about.
(I suppose that it’s obvious that I can’t write for Jack very well lol)
Thank you again dearest mootie for requesting a headcanon set from my shop! I do hope that you enjoy your purchase. Please visit again whenever requests are open and have a most amazing day (ฅ́˘ฅ̀)
why did my favorite game turn into a dating sim? twst x gen reader (crack fic) CH 1: Bro got half a braincell
Intro CH:2 CH: 3
You were bored, like really bored.
So now you were sitting on the mattress that you called a bed while reading fanfics that hadn’t been touched by their authors after almost five years. Scrolling absentmindedly through A03 you stumbled upon a new fic that somehow escaped your search. It was titled 𝕋𝕨𝕤𝕥: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕚𝕞, in that font, just published mere minutes ago. “Well, there’s nothing else that I want to read” you shrug and tap to open your newest discovery. You’re greeted by a page that is blank, completely barren of words, “Is my wifi bad?” You mutter and reload the page. The page remains blank, “Wait no summary? No chapter title? Nothing?” You stare confused at your screen Did someone forget to write anything and just press post? you think attempting to exit out of the fic. You feel nothing but a sudden fear as you shut your eyes and feel a rush of cold air and cobblestone as you hit the ground. "Ow...the hell?" you cry and step up "Ah, good you're here!"
An unfamiliar voice calls out and you hear someone walking over to you. You look up to face a man wearing a bird-like mask and dressed in rich attire. “And you are?” You ask unamused. “I am Dire Crowley, headmage of Night Raven College!” He smiles “All I heard was that I’m a stranger and I brought you here” you retort. “That is correct! I brought you here from your world for a once in a lifetime opportunity!” Not convinced you continue “If that once in a lifetime opportunity doesn’t include free food and housing I don’t want it-” Crowley interrupts your comment “Trust me, your food and housing will be completely covered! For I am so gracious! Now follow me, for I shall tell you why I brought you here on the way to my office”. I don’t suppose that I have much of a choice… you think to yourself “Alright bird man, let’s get going”. You follow this Dire Crowley through what appears to be a school, there’s people your age walking around in uniforms of various colors. Some are holding textbooks, some are discussing yesterday’s homework and some are using their movement time to nap on the benches.
You both arrive at his office and he opens the door, you sit yourself down at the chair in front of his desk. “Now explain why I’m here” You start and watch as he summons papers into his hand and places them on his desk. “You are to be part of a special program here at Night Raven College, a program which includes teaching our students about the married life. If they so desire to partake in it later in life” Crowley explains. You nod and pause “Wait…so what does teaching your students about being married have to do with me?” inwardly you think Okay...this is definitely not the NRC I'm used to, there's no such thing as a marriage program. He explains further “Well you see, I have contacted your siblings, and they say that this experiment would do good for you! So this is a win win situation for us yes?” nodding slowly you pause and mutter "Wait...why does this feel familiar?" Stiffening you realize that you were summoned into the world of Twisted Wonderland, right in the middle of Night Raven College, a school full of cute guys...and a deadbeat principal...
You gaze at the first page in the small stack that you were given, at the top there’s a section for your basic info. Filling the first page out you flip over to the back, there are a few more basic questions, like what’s your best subject, your hobbies, and your likes and dislikes. After filling out the first page you turn to the second, which has information about a young man named Riddle Rosehearts, there’s no photo set for either of you. You knew a lot about Riddle, Twisted Wonderland was your current hyperfixation, so you knew damn well about everything for every character, you could probably be like Azul and blackmail everyone at school with the dirt you had on them. Still, it was strange having their info presented to you on a sheet of paper, you usually used the wiki to get your info, wait...what if you get your own twst wiki page? What if someone is studying your page like you studied your favorite boys'? Shuddering at the thought you look through the what was written on the pages, Age 20...wait wasn't he seventeen in the original game? Is this an au or something? Birthday is August 24th, homeland is Queendom of Roses, man I wish my homeland was called that tbh... Best subject is practical magic…whatever that is. He’s in the Equestrian club, righttt, I forgot that NRC is a rich kid school, ain't no way my school has the budget for horses. Ughhh my sister was a horse girl, I do not wanna handle more seasons of Heartland. Hobby is hedgehog tending? That sounds awfully cute, bro better share them hedgehog tending responsibilities. Pet peeve is rulebreaking? I mean it depends I guess, like some rules are dumb, and some aren’t so… Favorite food is strawberry tarts, sounds yummy, least fave food is junk food, oop bro is gonna hate my fave foods. Talent is being fast at solving crossword puzzles? Mine is probably being fast at Fruit Ninja-.
Crowley snaps and breaks you out of your thoughts, “So what do you think of your first partner Mx. L/N?” you try to keep as calm as possible (as one can when they get the news that they're going to be marrying a character from their favorite game) and cough. "He seems interesting, so when do I get to meet him?”
“Quite soon Mx. L/N, after school today you both will meet. Then tomorrow you will both attend classes together, and share a dorm room”. “You want me to share a room with a stranger?” “Fear not Mx. L/N, there will be separate beds, and our students are very respectful. If anything arises please report to Mr. Crewel, he will deal with such things swiftly”. "Sure whatever you say..." you mutter and ask what happens now, trying to meet Riddle as soon as possible. You walk alongside Crowley as he leads you to an empty classroom with a single student inside. Sitting down at a desk with his head buried deep within a book, the only thing that you can see is two strands of strawberry red hair. Sits the familiar sight of a particular rule obsessed student. “Uh, Riddle, right?” You peep up and he looks up at you “Oh hello, you must be the student that the Headmage told me about” you nod in response. “Yea I am, so uh…what do we do now?” You look behind you and notice that Crowley is gone, “Did he just leave? Bruh, guys always do this…” you remark sighing. "Shall we introduce each other properly?" Riddle suggests and you shrug. He stands up from his seat "My name is Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul, it is an honor to meet you. I do hope that our partnership shall be enjoyable". You smile "I'm Y/N L/N, uhhh, an average college student. It's nice to meet you".
A/N: guys this is a cringey I know lol, this is basically for me to practice my writing. also fun fact the chapter titles r from wattpad comments. ok I'll go now bye :>
(ignore the fact that the header is alnst i just love these outfits sm also who switched hyuna and lukas outfits smh😔😔)
♡Tags n Treats♡
There’s a rumor that there’s a few students selling treats from inside of Mr. Sam’s shop, and plenty of people are lining up to get their valentine something. These are just rumors of course, but maybe there’s some fact to them, I mean there’s been plenty of strange happenings at his shop. So you decide to check it out, and maybe score yourself some snacks!
The line to enter Mr. Sam’s shop is so packed that you could’ve thought they brought the lucky bags back. There’s a sign is displayed in the front of the store, with a message written in swirly bold pink letters, decorated with plenty of hearts.
♡Love is in the air!
If you’re in a romantic relationship, platonic relationship, or not even interested in relationships at all, stop inside for some free treats!♡
you squint and see a small sentence added at the bottom
(ps- Ace n Deuce, y’all can’t pretend to be a couple for free food, ik y’all r gonna try and pull that - Kanae)
Shrugging you take your place at the back of the line and wait. “Here’s the menu” the student in front of you passes a laminated sheet of paper to you. You eagerly take it and prepare your order-
There’s a variety of items, ranging from desserts to drinks.
♡ hurt/comfort (a sweet and sour dessert, raspberry chiffon cake w/ butterfly pea tea frosting) ♡ a short platonic valentines day drabble (could be somewhat angsty if wanted)
♡ jokefic (cotton candy atop a sparkling soda of your choice) ♡ a silly valentines day drabble (can be platonic or romantic)
♡ date night (thumbprint cookies, assorted from chocolate to jelly) ♡ a sweet valentines date drabble
♡ fluff (a comforting blend of matcha and white chocolate milk tea, served iced) ♡ a warm and cute valentines day drabble (can be platonic or romantic)
♡ au (a little sampler tray of sweets and drinks, a bit of everything) ♡ an alternate universe valentines day drabble (can be platonic or romantic, also specify the au that you would like!)
♡ childhood friends (a nostalgic glass of cold milk and some fresh warm cookies) ♡ a platonic valentines day drabble of your oc x canon as childhood friends!
♡ soulmate (heart shaped macarons decorated like matching lockets) ♡ a soulmate valentines day drabble (can be platonic or romantic)
♡ mutual pining (two slices of cheesecake, one for you and one for your partner, each your favorite) ♡ a valentines day drabble where both parties pine after each other
♡ confession (a trio of chocolates, for that special oh... oh! moment ) ♡ a valentines confession drabble
What do you decide to order?
RULES!!
♡ ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW!!!
♡ There currently isn't any end date for this event!!
♡ TWST or daybreak2 ocs (idk if theres any db yumes on here tho) only please!!!
♡ You can only order one item at a time, so one drink or one dessert per order please!
♡ Oc/canon, yuusona/canon welcome! no canon/canon please!
♡ Please send orders through asks only ^^
♡ How to order,
'I'd like to order one hurt/comfort please, with (insert ship here)' or
'Hi! can I order one au? with (insert ship and au here) au'
and please either add a little bit about your ocs personality in the ask or link their introduction (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
♡ Thank you and we hope that you enjoy your order!
♡ It will take a little bit to make your order, so please have patience with me (シ_ _ )シ
♡ I'm aware that the description has some back letters mixed in w the pink, im tired of changing it for nothing so just ignore it plz lmaoo
more warnings: goofy ahh scenarios, rizzless behavior, a*c trappola, strawberry tart abuse, lots of yapping, gacha club, and simps
Character Introductions:
The Rizzless MC: Y/N L/N
🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 Heartslabyul 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺
The Strawberry Tart Obsessed: Riddle Rosehearts
The Single Mom of 4: Trey Clover
The Secretly Depressed Magicammer: Cater Diamond
The Dumb Son: Ace Trappola
The Dumber Son: Deuce Spade
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Savanaclaw 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
The Second Son: Leona Kingscholar
The Donut Thief: Richie Ruggie Bucchi
The Cactus Loving Wolf: Jack Howl
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆝⋆.˚Octavinelle 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆝⋆.˚
The Insecure Octopus: Azul Ashengrotto
The Suspicious Eel 1: Jade Leech
The Suspicious Eel 2: Floyd Leech
⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡Scarabia⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡
The Assassination Attempt Survivor: Kalim Al-Asim
The One Who isn’t Paid Enough for This: Jamil Viper
༺♕༻ Pomefiore ༺♕༻
The cooler Evie: Vil Schoenheit
The French Stalker: Rook Hunt
The Apple with an Accent: Epel Felmier
《✧》Ignihyde《✧》
The Gacha Gamer: Idia Shroud
The Gacha Kid: Ortho Shroud
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Diasomnia✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
The Dragon Prince: Malleus Draconia
The Actual Single Dad of 2: Lilia Vanrouge
The 14th Century Prince: Silver
The ‘Malleus can do no wrong’ defender: Sebek Zigvolt
!ALL CHARACTERS WILL BE AGED UP IN THIS FIC!
(Because do you really wanna be married to a 16 year old boy for a month?)
They’ll all be actual college ages
MC is 20 in this book
1st Years are: 19
2nd Years are: 20
3rd Years are 21
why did my favorite game turn into a dating sim? twst x gen reader (crack fic) CH: 2 me. u. church. in wedding outfits. rn
CH: 1
The two of you sit across from each other on opposite sofas. Enjoying a pleasant late afternoon meal of tea and various cakes, it felt like a scene from a fluffy fanfic. “Man, I remember one time I had a birthday party at a cafe or something and we got served lemonade and cookies” you smile, serving yourself another small cake. “Lemonade and cookies? I haven’t heard about that before, processed sweets and drinks are forbidden in my household” Riddle remarks taking a small sip of tea. “Damn, that’s crazy, is that why your fave food is strawberry tarts?” You reply. “Yes, the tarts that Trey makes are my exception to that rule. In fact, Trey bakes all of the desserts for our dorm.” he explains.
“Wait Trey makes these? Like ALL of them? Dang, bro’s a great baker, I’m banned from the kitchen in my household for some reason” you say “Banned from the kitchen? H-how did that happen?” He sighs nervously and you shrug in response “I think it was because of that one time I microwaved a mozzarella stick for like a minute and almost burned down the house. Or that time I gave my family food poisoning the first time I cooked dinner. Wait maybe it was that time I cooked a pizza and it fell down to the bottom of the oven from the rack and we had to buy a new oven… Dunno, tbh they're prob just being haters”. Riddle chokes on his tea and coughs “Uh-I-I see…I suppose then I’ll have to be the one cooking in the relationship”.
“Speaking of this relationship, am I gonna take your last name for a month? Or are you gonna take mine?” You ask
“I thought about this, and while I would like to keep my name. I don’t mind taking yours, it is only a month after all”.
“Hmmm, Y/N Rosehearts or Riddle L/N…” you sigh “Quite the conundrum”
“Indeed…”
The door is flung open by two students who you recognize as Ace and Deuce. You jump in surprise and drop the cookie that you were holding. “Housewarden Riddle! Is it true that you’re gonna get married?” Ace exclaims and Riddle stiffens “Y-yes that’s correct, but only temporarily! A month at most”. You pout and pick up the fallen cookie “Rip soldier” you mutter and turn to the two “What have you to say for killing my cookie?” Deuce bows “Our deepest apologies!” Ace groans “No need to be all proper Deuce, its not like they’re a celebrity or something” he smiles “The names Ace Trappola, and this here -he points to Deuce- is Deuce Spade”. You sigh “Erm actually, I have three hundred and sixty seven followers on hoyolab, so yes, I am a celebrity. Also I know, Riddle complained about how you’re among the worst students that he’s seen in all his twenty years. Btw I’m Y/N L/N, professional failure and yapper, with rizz”.
“I feel bad for ya’ to be honest. With all the rules here n’ stuff” Ace sighs and sits down beside Riddle on the couch, much to the other’s chagrin. You shrug in response “I know, but that’s the price you pay for love I suppose. I don’t mind it if I can be married to my husband here for a month”. Riddle turns red and Ace laughs “We better get used to seeing a strawberry red housewarden Deuce!” Deuce responds confused “Okay!” You smile “You two are silly, I like it, but stop harassing my pookie”. Riddle turns an even darker shade of red if that was possible and collars Ace. Deuce watches on in confusion, unsure of whether to defend his friend or his Housewarden. You liked Ace, he reminded you of a childhood friend that you had back home, though said friend always pretended not to know you at school for whatever reason. That’s probably what drew you to his character in Twisted Wonderland. Deuce reminded you of yourself, though not the whole middle school gangster thing, your mom would kill you if she ever found out that you used to ditch school and joined a gang. But the whole working hard and it never being enough, nothing ever sticking in your head no matter how many times it was drilled into you, staying up till ungodly hours in the night to get a good grade to impress her.
The two of you, yourself and Riddle, head back to his room. “Did we miss a few chapters?” You tease and Riddle turns to you confused. “Pardon?” You sigh “Of course you wouldn’t get it…” he still looks confused while opening the door “Guests first” he smiles and you walk in. “Woooah, aw man, there’s only two beds” you mutter “Is there something wrong?” Riddle inquires.
“Nah, just a fanfic reference, iykyk” you shrug and sit down on the twin bed near the wall.
“Fanfic?”
“Yea, y’know, fanfiction?” You lie down on your back and turn your head to face him.
“Fanfiction? Oh, Cater mentioned something about that…” he nods and sits down on his bed “Is your bed comfortable, Mx. Y/N?”.
“Its nice, but it would be better if you were here with me” you sigh dramatically. To which he blushes and sighs in mock annoyance “Y-you’re certainly quick to act like a married couple Mx. Y/N”. You turn and set your chin on your palm “Call me Y/N, we’re more than a married couple less than lovers correct?” He sighs softly “I suppose that’s a rather accurate description, forgive me for acting incorrectly at all during our time together. This is the biggest thing that I’ve done without Mother’s permission…besides that one time I got fast food with Cater”. The teasing look vanishes from your face “Your mom doesn’t let you get fast food??” You gape. “She considers it extremely unhealthy, saying that fast food is the beginning to a short and poor life.”
You blink and finally say “So…she’s an almond mom?” He looks down “Cater said something like that once…I researched the topic and it isn’t an incorrect description of my mother. But she’s a good woman! She is a doctor so she knows all about what she is talking about! Mother wouldn’t lie to me…she wouldn’t…”. You sense the saddening gloom that's starting to settle in the room. Riddle's mom was a sore subject for him, most of the fandom, (his stans especially) absofuckinglutely hated her guts, you couldn't blame them though, she was a real daughter of a nice lady... “Welp, usually I’d say listen to your parents. But I have an idea, how about we go to a fast food place for our first date as a couple? You guys probably have a McDonald’s or something like it here right?”. He brightens up at your enthusiasm “Are you sure about that? Aren’t first dates usually more classy?”. You respond smugly “That’s what the tv shows say, but my broke ass says otherwise! Don’t worry pookie, I’ll make our first date the best that you’ve ever seen!”
AN: hiii everyone its me, also random thing but I remember the time I was reading a twst fic on wattpad and there was a comment that I found so goofy and what made it extra memorable for me was that the user of the commenter was theevilfoodeaterbanica or something like that and it made my Evillious Chronicles fangirl heart happy. Anyways hope you all are doing great! (つ≧▽≦)つ⊂(｡･ω･｡⊂)
