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Hi! If possible, may I request a scenario for Kalim x Jamil where they begin dating but hide their relationship because of what happened during Jamil's overblot and MC/Yuu finds out about it. Thank you so very much!

Hello dear! ❤

Thank you for making the request and apologies that it’s taken a little bit to finish it! It is now done and it has been posted separately, over here. :)

- Mod Kiara

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wavering heart | kalim & jamil

Character(s): Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Yuu (MC) Wordcount: 612 Author: Mod Kiara Requested by: @goddessesofeverything Author’s note: If you haven’t yet gone through all of Episode 4 of Twisted Wonderland, please be cautious as the below contains some spoilers! I’ve tried to word them vaguely, but discretion is still advised. :)

“Even when I doubt you, I’m no good without you.”

The more time that Yuu spends getting to learn about their fellow colleagues at Night Raven College, the more they catch on to the underlying subtleties going on.

They were no stranger to Kalim and Jamil’s dynamic, having rapidly gotten used to the way the two of them function. The winter holidays spent at Scarabia’s dorm told them enough; it was a learning lesson, one where they’d truly come to learn the meaning of the saying ‘Never judge a book by its cover’.

This could be said about both Scarabia’s dorm and vice dorm leader — with the latter having much more to his name than what initial appearances let on. Kalim is free-spirited and upbeat, with levels of energy that are unmatched by most. In comparison, Jamil stands at the opposite end; he was calm, resourceful and calculated.

They were like the Moon and Sun; one needed to set, in order for the other to rise. And Jamil most often was the one to take the fall; rather, he always has been, according to Yuu's eventual findings.

There were signs that had always been there, Yuu realizes. And it isn't until they repeatedly begin to catch glimpses of Kalim's expression falling after run-ins with Jamil. There was a certain tension between the two, one that surfaced every so often; boundaries were not respected by Kalim, and so everything came tumbling downward.

There was never a hurtful exchange between the two, but it didn't mean Kalim dealt any better with the distance that Jamil wanted. It was something he couldn't wrap his mind around whatsoever — friends were supposed to be close, right?

After witnessing one such encounter, it only felt right for Yuu to get involved.

"I don't get it, y'know. Jamil's always been there for me, whether I needed his help or not. Feels weird now, when he keeps wanting to put distance between us…" Kalim admits in a voice that's uncharacteristically quiet. His expression was thoughtful, equally uncharacteristic — worry shines in crimson eyes, and it's a miracle his features aren't yet painted by it.

"It's really taking a toll on you, huh?" Is the question that Yuu asks, albeit rhetoric. Their hand gently reaches to grasp at Kalim's shoulder, the gesture sufficing to make their eyes meet. Jamil certainly meant a lot to him, if betrayal was swept away and forgotten so easily.

"Well, yeah! We go really far back, after all. And besides, we're also—" The sentence comes to an abrupt end as Kalim slaps a hand over his mouth, his eyes opening wide as a realization dawns over him. They flicker to Yuu, gazing for a moment at the other's confused expression. It doesn't last for long and, despite himself, Kalim feels guilty for giving it away. The hand covering his mouth is relocated to the back of his head, where he awkwardly scratches.

"...I wasn't supposed to say that." He admits, the tail of his sentence being rapidly followed by a weak laugh. A sigh rapidly comes, right after. "Nobody's really supposed to know, since our families are weird about this kinda thing. I don't get it, but Jamil said it's best we keep it under wraps. And I promised I would keep it secret! Until…" His words slowly trail into a nervous chuckle.

"Please don't tell? Pretty please?" Pressing his hands together, Kalim further added on, "I'll do anything, if it means Jamil won't get mad with me again!"

It was a given that Yuu wouldn't take that information further. They didn't need or want anything from Kalim. If there was anything that they truly wanted, it was to help mend the relationship between the two.

That would be easier said than done, but it won't keep them from trying.

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Hello darlings!

This is just a little update on the current situation, since the blog has been quiet in the past day. Mod Banzai and I are currently working on writing out the couple of requests that are in our inbox. Apologies for the wait!

We’re aiming to get things done and posted throughout the next few days, so please stay tuned.

In the meantime, the ask box is still open for other requests. :) Don’t be shy!

- Mods Kiara & Banzai

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Greetings! May I please request for headcanons with Leona, Malleus, Silver, and Ruggie where the boys get turned into plushies and end up in Ramshackle Dorm. The reader finds the plushy, thinks it's a gift and confesses their love to the boys in plushy form as practice. What would the boys do when they turn back to their regular form?

Hello dear!

Thank you for placing in the request and apologies that it took a little bit to get it out - we hope the wait has been worth it. ☆

- Mods Kiara & Banzai

He was going to kill Azul Ashengrotto. Clearing up a misunderstanding had turned into Leona signing one of those golden contracts under false pretenses, and before he could dot his i’s, he was 5ft shorter and stuffed with polyester. A humiliating way to put him out of commission for the 24 hours Azul needed to worm his way into Savanaclaw’s business. One of Azul’s goons, (he hadn’t bothered to learn their names,) got lazy with the disposal and dropped Leona off in the hedges just outside of the Heartslabyul dorm. There, he was found by an unsuspected admirer, and taken back to their rickety dorm.

Things couldn’t have gotten any worse. Not only was he subject to listening to you stumble over your words with a confession so sickeningly sincere, you were especially fond of undoing and re-braiding his hair, and pulling at his stitched tail and ears… The only peace and quiet he got was when you were away, when he could let his conscience doze.

Azul’s spell ran out, thankfully enough, while you were away during school hours as opposed to at night when he was bundled up in your arms. He spent little time poking around your room, narrowly avoiding that annoying, ugly cat that had disturbed the entrance ceremony -- and promptly booked it back to Savanaclaw dorm to assess the damage done.

It wouldn’t be until months later that he would allow himself to even think back on such humiliation; allow himself to so much as acknowledge your crush. You hadn’t approached him, he had been avoiding you by default, and there was a moment where he wondered if you still harbored those feelings for him. Strategic as he was, he concluded that it’d be best if you simply fell out of them. To be tangled up in the heart of a troublemaker such as yourself would be more than an inconvenience… Still, it was amusing to think what might come out of such a rendezvous.

Skills are earned over time. And, while Malleus was greatly above most students when it came to magical prowess, there remained a plethora of spells and enchantments that he had yet to properly master. It was during one such moment that he made an error — it was a slip of the tongue that would have him shrinking, taking on a new form. Being unsupervised at a time like this made the occurrence all the more aggravating.

For a wizard of his caliber to be trapped under such a spell is a surprise in of itself, especially when it’s all due to an error. Still, Malleus finds himself helplessly bound by it — residing in a new form, one that was greatly inconvenient.

The helplessness felt in the moment left Malleus with his mind made; there was no comfort to be found in the situation, neither did an option to escape present itself. That is, until you enter the picture, picking him up off the ground and bringing him back to Ramshackle Dorm.

He recalls a saying that Lilia has shared with him long ago — ‘Count your blessing’. He is uncertain whether to be thankful of such a mishap, more so when you begin uttering words of love to him; softly confessing, with cheeks painted in a rosy color and words coming out shakily.

Unable to rest in such a form, Malleus’ mind had been plagued for the entirety of the night by the confession made. The least he had expected to have is an admirer, let alone for such a person to be you. His own emotions were jumbled, brewing up into a webbed mess that he didn’t know how to untangle.

Come the early hours of the morning, the spell wore off and he was back to his regular form; one too large to fit your much smaller bed. Malleus takes a moment to gaze at your sleeping figure before vanishing. Given time, he would approach you, though there would be no guarantee that his mind would be clearer and the burden of his emotions would lessen. Or, perhaps, will it be you that seeks him out—? Time would tell what fate held in store for the both of you.

Sebek had requested his help with orchestrating a spell, which Silver had begrudgingly accepted. Harmless -- a spell to mend textiles -- and seeing as Silver had slashed a hole into his uniform whilst training with Lilia earlier in the day, he was to be used as a guinea pig. Sebek’s articulation was much too brazen, reciting the spell a few syllables off, which proved to be a grave mistake. His flub would cost Silver his… Humanity? A strange transformation took place, telltale by the way Silver’s perspective sank to the floor and how Sebek would shriek and ramble on about how he had just murdered him, he suspected the outcome was anything but good. Internally, Silver cussed the imbecile out with every curse word in his limited vocabulary of such foul language. He could do nothing as Sebek explained to his doll form that he “would be back with help,” and promptly left the room.

Within minutes, a certain Ramshackle dorm student had wandered into the lab…

Smuggled like stolen goods, Silver ended up in your room and on your bed, only capable of enduring the way you held his tiny felted hands. Surely you would be punished for kidnapping him in such a way; this would leave Malleus open to attack with one of his knights out of commission if he wasn’t back to normal, and soon.

Your intentions were disproved as ill-meaning as soon as you had sat down -- criss-crossing your legs and fiddling with your hands -- refusing to meet his eyes. What could this have been about? Suspicious from the get-go, all of his apprehension would dissipate as soon as you had begun to speak. As ridiculous as the situation was, as well as the inconvenient timing, Silver couldn’t find it in his heart to be angry -- and made it a goal of his to resolve the situation without trouble to you.

The next morning, you find Silver sleeping in your bed beside you where his plushie self had previously lain; who awakes heavily vexed from his slumber with your scream as an alarm clock.

Maaan, those Octavinelle chumps really were no joke! The last thing he remembered was breaking up a fight between a Savanaclaw student and one of those freaky twins. Next time he was alone, somebody came up behind him and, well, now he was face down in the dirt and weirdly absorbent. He knew this because an hour into his immobile state, it had begun to rain. Not long afterwards, he was picked up out of the mud puddle that was starting to form around him into the arms of a familiar Ramshackle dorm student!

Ruggie was more than happy to be out of the rain, even if it was a little stuffy under your coat. You cleaned him up with magic when you got back to your dorm and styled his hair to how it would have normally been in his regular form… Your reverence and that suspicious smile you wore immediately set off alarms. He hadn’t fallen into the wrong person’s hands, right? You could fix him, right? Leona wouldn’t eat his vegetables if Ruggie wasn’t around!

When you spoke up, addressing him, he’d gotten his hopes up -- you knew it was him! Were you a witness? Did you know how to change him back? It quickly became evident that none of these things were the case. You, instead, were… Confessing your feelings? Multiple times, in many different ways. Practicing? Did he miss something along the way... ? How long have you felt like this? He felt stupid for not noticing sooner, considering how flustered you were spilling your feelings to a doll.

When the magic did, thankfully, wear off: he had rolled off of the bed when you’d rushed out the door in preparation for a ceremony, and had woken up on the floor back to normal! He rifled through some of your things out of sheer curiosity, but before he went to find Leona, Ruggie strategically placed a bead from his necklace where he had awaken -- an invitation to find him later. Maybe the two of you could talk things out… After all, he did owe you for getting him out of the rain.

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self worth | cater diamond

Character(s): Cater Diamond, Trey Clover (minor) Wordcount: 425 Author: Mod Banzai

“You’re just a counterfeit, dressing up an empty heart — I know who you are.”

The communal Heartslabyul bathrooms were vacant at such a late hour. Moderately inebriated after a Savanaclaw frat party, (that Riddle surely would have had his head for, had he known Cater had gone to such a scummy rager) Cater made his way back to his dorm hall without so much as a night’s selfie. His sneakers scuffed against the tile floor as he shuffled over to the wall of sinks and their respective mirrors, turning on the tap in order to run his hands under the water and splash it into his face to, hopefully, brighten himself up before returning back to his room should he run into anyone on the way. The sensation was cold enough to pull him from his drunken stupor, green eyes flicking upward to catch a glimpse of what was in the mirror.

There was a moment where his own reflection didn’t register as something familiar. A stranger staring back at him with the same perplexed expression. Cater reached up to touch the smudged diamond painted on his right cheek, the man in the mirror doing the same. He then carded a hand through his hair, and again, watched the reflection react in time.

Himself…? What a funny concept. Who was he?

This face was not his own. These hands were not his own. This body was not his own. Frustrated, Cater splashed the mirror with a cupped handful of water, distorting its imagery. When it cleared, those same green eyes were staring back at him with such inexplicable hatred. One thing became evident; no amount of likes, accessory friends or false sense of self would ever quell this crippling loneliness.  

Trapped within his own reflection, the familiar figure that appeared behind him gave him a scare. Cater pried his eyes from the mirror to whip around and face the vice dorm leader, who was dressed casually and missing his glasses. Trey spoke first; “You smell like alcohol.”

Cater blinked. There was a long, awkward pause of silence as he processed the situation. “... What are you doing out so late?”

Trey shrugged, ruffling his brunette hair. He looked tired. “I could ask you the same, I guess.”

Immediately frustrated with him, he gave a huff of dismissal, making his way to the door.

“Cater.” The voice rang out from behind, stopping him in his tracks. Cater wouldn’t turn to face the other, nor did he respond with words.

“Let me walk you back to your room?” Trey stated in the form of a question, lolling his head to the side.

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Are you comfortable doing angst?

Hello anon! ♡

Yes, we are comfortable with writing that. Coincidentally, mod Banzai is working on a little angsty drabble, which will hopefully be posted later today! :D 

If you have a request that’s all angsty, we’d be more than happy to write it up for you.

- Mod Kiara

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Well Hello hello hello!!! You two have a lovely blog! May I please requests a Fem s/o with Riddle, Kalim, Silver and Epel with a tall pervert fem s/o. Example of this is when she calmly asks about what kind underwear they have. Or picks them up and pulls at their clothing to see skin or underwear while people/or not around. They do it cheekily too. 😂

Aw! Thank you so much, darling anon!  Your idea has definitely been a fun one for us both to play around with. Thank you for sending in the request! ^^

- Mods Kiara & Banzai

“Come again?”

At first, Riddle thought he didn’t hear well. The way you managed to keep calm and composed while asking a question like that managed to throw him off, yet the moment the query properly registered with him, his cheeks immediately flared with a deep crimson color.

Choked up in the aftermath, he was unsure whether he ought to scold you for asking something like that while the two of you are out in public, or if… No, he couldn’t follow through with the other option. The thought alone made his cheeks burn even more, and it was getting harder to look you in the eyes. It didn’t matter how much time passed, there was still that shy side to him that Riddle couldn’t shake off fully. Part of him should be used to these outbursts of yours, but it seems like you still manage to catch him off guard with your little ‘curiosities’ — at least, that is what he refers to them as.

Saving face was near impossible at this point. Having you looming over him, eyes twinkling with mischief while your lips curled upward in a smile so gentle, it felt unfitting… Riddle felt trapped between a rock and a hard place. His saving grace? The bell that rings, announcing that the next period will soon begin. Even so, it didn’t make it any less difficult to walk side by side with you towards the Botanical Garden.

As the saying goes, ‘Later is better than never’ — whether it’s surprising or not, Riddle eventually attempts to offer a response; though, it’s just him tip-toeing around offering a proper answer. 

“...Do you want me to tell you, or do you want to see? No, wait— Don’t answer. The latter is out of the question!”

Little does he know, he might’ve just opened Pandora’s box.

The two of you are walking to your next class, conveniently one you take together, Kalim trailing ahead of you with a bounce in his step, going on about things you already knew; what they were serving in the dining hall that day, how the two of you (and Jamil) should go to this party he heard about after dark -- until you manage to worm your cheeky question in between his ramblings.

He pauses before looking over his shoulder at you with a perplexed grin. It was clear that he was taken aback, if not a tiny bit bewildered. Kalim would go along with your antics, it was much more fun that way -- it was why he enjoyed your company so much. You were fun; spontaneous, always kept him on his toes! He’d never met a girl who made him feel in such a way.

Quirking a stubby brow, he gives a light chuff of amusement -- mildly wary of the people around. “… Only the best, of course!”  Kalim turns away, hoping the answer would satisfy you for the time being as he opened his mouth to continue on about his tellings of the day’s events. It was then, wearing a devilish grin, that you wrapped your arms around his waist and hoisted him up over your shoulder with little struggle, considering the several inch height difference between you. Why don’t you find out?

Your little boyfriend yelps, followed by laughter -- any inkling of nervousness sapped out of his body when his giggles are followed up by your own.

“Ummm… (Y/N)?” He braces your shoulders, chuckling sheepishly. The two of you had begun racking up the attention of the entire hallway, as well as the classrooms that you passed. “We’re gonna be late for class! Where are we going?”

You give his butt a pat to quell his worries, turning down a vacant hall as classes were now officially in session.

Silver has always been a traditionalist. Respectful, almost too formal… It made you laugh, at times. What was especially funny was how he confided in Lilia (who may or may not have ratted him out to you) on how to navigate your relationship. As heartwarming as the thought was, such an opportunity to fluster Silver couldn’t be turned down. You would simply have to throw him a ball he wasn’t prepared to catch.

The next time you two are together, it’s after school hours, sitting together on a bench in the courtyard and tossing little handfuls of birdseed at the doves that had gathered. Comfortable silence, almost too comfortable… Something would have to be done about this. You let the question slip so casually, it almost flies right over Silver’s head. There’s a short pause before he shoots you a frazzled look, followed by a glare. “In front of the birds? They can understand you, you know.”

He blows you off, staring ahead at the gathered flock of birds, thoughts racing behind pale eyes. You smirk, scooting closer so that you were connected at the hip before reaching down to untuck a section of shirt from his pants and pull at the waistband to try and get a peek. Silver catches you by the wrist, snatching up the other when you try to make another grab for his pants. You glance up at him -- the scowl he wore, as well as the beet-red flush that dusted his cheeks making you bark with laughter. He looks even more discombobulated than before.

“Why are you laughing?! Is this another one of your games--?” You cut him off with a kiss, the bag of birdseed spilling from his lap onto the brick of the courtyard -- birds flocking from near and far to clean up the mess made.

“...Huh?”

Epel stares at you owlishly, hands clasped over his chest as the question slowly sinks in. A flush raises to his cheeks before long and he quickly averts his gaze — this really isn’t manly of him, is it? Still, the embarrassment of being asked a question like this out of the blue was a bit too much for him.

If the question made him flustered, then your next set of moves catches him off guard. The sequence of events feels like a blur, with you rapidly appearing at his side, tugging at his clothes to get a sneak peek and satisfy your curiosity. Epel put up some resistance and wriggled out of your hold, whipping around once there was a bit of distance between you both — his face was redder than before, embarrassment speaking its word.

“What are you playing at?! Cut it out when I tell you to, ‘kay? I-I mean… You don’t have to do all that. If you’re really curious and want to know, then I can show you… Later, when it’s just us two.”

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Since the ask box is open, may I get headcanons for Malleus, Cater, Riddle, and Vil when fem!MC asked them to take a picture together with her? Thanks!

Thank you for sending in the request, dearest anon!  ♡

- Mods Kiara & Banzai

“...A picture? I’ve once been told that these ‘images’ capture a portion of one’s soul, trapping it inside of them until the end of time. Is this your way of saying that you wish for a part of us to remain together, forever?”

There’s a teasing note to the tone Malleus uses when you approach him with the request. You’re not entirely sure if he was kidding or if part of him believed that to be true. Regardless of his own beliefs, he’s content to make an exception for you.

The height difference between you two proves to be a challenge, and Malleus’ horns are the second one. A single picture turns into several, purely because of one-too-many comical shots taken.

In the end, you are left with more than one memory of today’s events. It made your cheeks burn as the thought crossed your mind, but forever didn’t sound that bad at all, if it was just the two of you.

“A selfie?~ Are you gonna post it? Guess we’ll have to make it a good one! Ah… That reminds me. I haven’t updated my feed since this morning. You don’t mind if we take a couple more for me to post, right?~ I’ll make sure to tag you!”

You have no room to specify what the photo is for, be it social media or a personal memento. Cater is immediately pulling you in close for a few dozen selfies of varying poses, which you mirror clumsily, some of them a little more buddy-buddy than anticipated!

Without much surprise, Cater is extremely photogenic. Even with your slightly amateur selfie taking skills, there’s nothing about him that is out of line in any of the pictures you take.

He comments teasingly on how good you two look together before offering to take the picture for you. His arms are longer, after all… Plus, this way, the light will shine better on your face. It’d be a waste not to show off your best feature, right?

Later that night whilst scrolling through social media, you find a picture of the two of you (one he must have taken when you weren’t paying attention) laughing together, genuine smiles plastered on both of your faces. The caption reads:

“I h8 to admit it, but my looks are no match next to @y/un! xx”

“Hm? Is this why you sought me out? Well, I suppose it’s fine either way. How would you like to do this?”

Despite being more rigid, Riddle allowed you to guide him through this process. He diligently conformed to your request and tried to mirror your pose, despite looking a little silly while doing it.

It was entirely by accident that you ended up snapping a second and third picture — in typical fashion, Riddle questioned it. Your clumsy explanations only earned you a teasing remark from him; “If you wanted to take more pictures, all you had to do was say so.”

He’s happy to comply, naturally. The faint blush coating your cheeks might have something to do with his resolution.

By the end of the little photo session, you had introduced Riddle to various filters and whatnot, some of which he found interesting and others, downright silly or even cute. As your next destination coincidentally happened to be the same, you two walked there together, merrily chatting all the while.

“How very bold of you to request something like this of me. Frizzy hair and clothes askew? This might be the regular image for a potato, but it just won’t do.”

Although you don’t get a direct response from the get-go, the fact that Vil begins to fix up your clothing while going on about how one’s appearance speaks volumes about themselves suffices as a confirmation that he will take a picture with you. There’s just a process to undergo, beforehand. It didn’t matter that it was all happening in the hallway and that other students passed you by — your attention was strictly on one another.

He’s as intense and meticulous as ever while fixing up your appearance. Despite this, there comes a point where Vil has to admit two things. One, that frizzy hair of yours has its particular charm; it didn’t need to be tampered with. And two, you didn’t really need makeup to enhance your features — save for a bit of red lip tint and some gloss, which he believes to suit your complexion.

Pride swells deep within Vil’s chest by the end. The transformation is complete, meaning the two of you could finally take that picture. He poses together with you, giving off an air of refinement — by the end of your little session, there are more than a handful of pictures that you have taken together with him.

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Hi! I would like to inquire for a clarification in your rules, if possible. You mentioned in your rules that you would do character x reader as well as canon ships. Can you please clarify what "canon ships" constitutes if it's not too much trouble?

Hello! Of course, apologies for the lack of clarity. “Canon ships” refers to canon character x canon character, not necessarily canon-compliant ships. Hope this clears things up! ^^

- Mod Banzai

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Hello, hello! I wanted to pop over and say Welcome to the Twisted Wonderland fandom! It's so exciting to see a new blog pop up. I wish you the best of luck and I cannot wait for what you have in store. You'll do great!

The two of us are so appreciative of the kind words! Thank you for taking time out of your day to send in some positivity! ✨

- Mod Banzai & Mod Kiara

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Hello, hello!

Mods Kiara & Banzai here, all fired up and ready to get things started with this Twisted Wonderland writing blog. The series has taken over our lives in the past few months and, after much deliberation, we’ve decided to take a leap of faith and share our writing with other lovely fans! ♡

We accept a variety of requests — more details can be found on our rules page, so make sure to check it out. Both of us stand at your disposal for any questions, should you have doubts about a request! Be it through asks or by Tumblr chat, don’t feel shy to reach out; we’re glad to make friends and fulfill one’s daily needs to fluff, angst, and other such requests.

Without any further ado… the ask box is officially open! ☆

P.S:The mods may have a surprise laying in store for the upcoming days. Please stay tuned!

[twstdtales]

Hello, hello!

Mods Kiara & Banzai here, all fired up and ready to get things started with this Twisted Wonderland writing blog. The series has taken over our lives in the past few months and, after much deliberation, we’ve decided to take a leap of faith and share our writing with other lovely fans! ♡

We accept a variety of requests — more details can be found on our rules page, so make sure to check it out. Both of us stand at your disposal for any questions, should you have doubts about a request! Be it through asks or by Tumblr chat, don’t feel shy to reach out; we’re glad to make friends and fulfill one’s daily needs to fluff, angst, and other such requests.

Without any further ado… the ask box is officially open! ☆

P.S: The mods may have a surprise laying in store for the upcoming days. Please stay tuned!