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V is for "vicious"

This is a personal blog, my main blog is

@hadswordus .

This is just for me to post my creations/cosplays since I got rid of my personal tumblr blog in favour of roleplaying.

My writing blog is

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I’m 17, so don’t interact/block me if you don’t want me interacting.

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[acreaturecalledgreed]

theres like a guarantee that if someone’s url ends in “course” or “discourse” theyre an asshole

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[acreaturecalledgreed]

oh my god, oh my god im so sorry im so sorry please

please have these

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[toyboxterror]

hello hello!! (Ofc feel free to ignore this if you’d prefer,) Can I suggest any of the now and forever step 2 characters and how they’d act towards their friend (or crush) who literally never speaks?? (Perhaps like selectively mute) I’m not sure why it’s one of my favorite dynamics. I’m just suggesting this bc I loveee all your works and it was already in my head, feel free to ignore it!!!

Tamarack, Qiu, and Vianca with a Neighbor Who Doesn’t Speak

takes place in Step 2

w/ Gender-Neutral Reader

Platonic/Romantic

Author's Note: I'm sorry that it took me this long to write it. I was waiting for the right time to replay the game to refresh my memories and the right headspace to write it because I like this request very much! My MCs also turn into selective mute at some point in their lives lmao.

It's kinda similar to my shy neighbor scenario, [will link later] so I do kinda struggle with this one. Anyway, thank you for liking my works. I hope you like this one too and it lives up to your expectations 🫶🫶

TAMARACK

Sometimes struggles at understanding you at first, but after getting used to it for some time and learning about you more as a friend, she's fast at picking your body language and understanding what you need.

I headcanon that Tamarack is a fast learner through visuals. If you use sign languages, she learns about them pretty quick by seeing you use them.

When she uses sign language to talk with you for the first time, she'll be shy about it and giggle in happiness if she gets it right. If she gets it wrong, she'll be super embarrassed and determined to be better ASAP.

Sometimes, she'll use the sign language to give you secret messages if no one's around to understand it. It can be your secret BFF code between you and her. If someone asks what you're talking about, Tamarack will giggle at your way and only say something like, “Oh, it's nothing. We're just talking about homeworks.”

Tamarack struggles with talking with people herself, but her worries are tossed aside whenever she speaks for you. When someone doesn't understand your sign or body language, she confidently translates for you like it's second nature for her.

If you're selective mute but have no problem with talking with her, she's delighted to know that she's your comfort space. She'll listen to every word you say intently.

QIU

They try to remember bringing their spare notes and pencils for you to use so you could communicate easier. Even if you can use your phone or have your own notebooks, they will still keep theirs around for “emergencies.” They're more than happy to share their stuff with you.

When you're struggling to explain something complicated with your own body language alone, it takes longer for Qiu to understand than Tamarack.

If you use sign language, they'll look it up on the internet and study it in their spare time. They struggle to learn it, but you can help by using sign language in front of them more often.

When they use a sign language infront of you for the first time, they'll beam gleefully if they get it correctly, happy to be doing something right for you. If they get it wrong, they'll look unsurprised and shrug while grinning lazily. That just means they need to study harder.

After mastering the sign language, Qiu will use it to talk shit about someone to bring a laugh out of you. If someone asks what you're talking about, they would shrug and say nothing in return while smirking at you.

If you're selective mute but comfortable with talking to them, they'll be overjoyed, it makes them feel special. Just like Tamarack, they're happy to be your comfort space.

If Tamarack and Qiu have jealousy, they would buttheads over who understands you first whenever you're struggling to explain something. If Tamarack wins the round, she'll grin pridefully while Qiu glares at her. If Qiu wins, they'll smirk cockily as Tamarack pouts and looks away from them, unable to see Qiu without feeling annoyed.

VIANCA

She doesn't mind if you don't speak. Knowing a lot of type girls in her circle, she has her experience with shy or quiet girls. She adapts around you fast, especially when your gender is fem-aligned because she wants to get along with you.

She's determined and willing to understand you better if you're one of her girls. But regardless of genders, she wants you to feel comfortable around her. She will tell the girls to make sure they know and respect your boundaries.

Will happily translates for you and feel proud of herself for successfully understanding you.

If you use sign language, she will practice it from the internet and ask for help from her friends if they happen to know them too. She'll probably do it in secret because she wants to surprise you.

When she uses sign language infront of you for the first time and gets it right, if you're fem-aligned, she'll squeal excitedly and quickly explains that it took quiet the effort to learn it. If you're not fem-aligned, she smiles in satisfaction. If she gets it wrong, regardless of your gender, she'll pout and squeeze her eyes shut, internally swearing to herself that she will do better next time.

After mastering the sign language, she will teach her friends the same subject so you have easier time in communicating with more people if she isn't around to help.

If you're selective mute but comfortable speaking to her and you're one of her girl friends, she's eager to hear to whatever you're about to say, it shows that she's doing something right for you. If you're not fem-aligned, she'll be confused to why you're talking to her, but accepts your presence and responds to you normally.

[technicallyburningfury]

I'm shy to this, but can you write a gachiakuta fluff(can be fanfic or headcanons, and any character(even the jester) or organization!) about a TransFemale!Reader between social pre-transition and pos-transition? Preferably that she already knows the character before transition, Pretty please with ice cream? :3

Absolutely—and thank you for trusting me with this. I'll write this with care, warmth, and exactly the fluff you asked for. ✨

Love.. you don't understand my current fixation with gachiakuta and how does my darling jester fits to their narrative so much WKNWND

ENJOY MY DARLING ANON!!

I legit dropped everything for this (also I wanna address the anon who requested for my fav fandom how hard they would twerk or something about twerking wait for me darling I got some keep notes for that EHEHEHHE 🤭

༊*·˚ GACHIAKUTA HEADCANONS — TRANS FEMALE READER

Pre‑transition and post‑transition, with the whole cast. Fluff only. Ice cream included.

༊*·˚ ENJIN — “I didn’t know I was waiting for someone like you.”

Pre‑transition

Enjin knew you before you knew yourself. You worked together on odd jobs, and he always treated you with a quiet respect that felt different from the others. He never pushed, never pried — but he always left the door open. “When you’re ready to tell me who you really are,” he said once, “I’ll be here.”

Post‑transition

He sees you walk into the Cleaners’ hideout in a dress for the first time, and his breath catches. Not from surprise — from relief. “There you are,” he says softly. “I was wondering when you’d arrive.” From then on, he’s your romantic interest — slow, gentle, never assuming. He holds your hand in public without a second thought. He calls you beautiful when you’re covered in grime and sweat. At night, he traces your jawline and whispers, “You’re the bravest person I know.” He’s not a grand romantic; he’s the kind who makes you tea without asking, who saves you the last piece of bread, who falls asleep with his head in your lap after a long mission. And when you cry — from joy or pain — he just wraps his arms around you and stays.

༊*·˚ RUDO — “You’re still the same person who bandaged my knuckles.”

Pre‑transition

You met Rudo when he was still the angriest boy in the slums. He never asked why you wore baggy clothes or why you flinched at your own reflection. He just assumed you had your own fight — and he respected that. One night, sitting on a pile of trash, you whispered, “I don’t think I’m a boy.” He looked at you, blinked, and said, “Okay. Does that change how you throw a punch?” You laughed and said no. “Then I don’t care.”

Post‑transition

When you reunite in the Abyss, you’re wearing a patched skirt and your hair is long. Rudo stops mid‑stride. Stares. Then his face cracks into the smallest smile. “You look like you finally stopped pretending.” From that day on, he introduces you with your real name to everyone — and if someone messes up, he just stares at them until they correct themselves. He sees you as a mother figure without ever saying it. You’re the one who makes him eat, who reminds him to sleep, who holds his hand when the nightmares get bad. He’d kill anyone who hurts you. But mostly he just rests his head on your shoulder and mumbles, “Thanks. For being here.”

༊*·˚ RIYO — “I knew you’d be happier like this.”

Pre‑transition

Riyo noticed everything about you before you even said a word. She catalogued your posture, the way you avoided mirrors, the way your voice dropped an octave when you were pretending. One day she handed you a scrap of paper with a name written on it — a healer in the upper city who “asked no questions.” She didn’t explain. She didn’t need to.

Post‑transition

Riyo is the first one to use your new name and pronouns without being asked. When you thank her, she just grins and says, “That’s crazy — you look way better this way anyway.” She still has that playful, carefree energy, always slipping into your space like a black cat — toying with your hair, stealing a sip of your drink, leaning over your shoulder with a wink. But underneath the mischief, she watches you like a hawk, making sure you’re safe. She brings you little things: a ribbon she “borrowed,” a clean rag for your face, a flower growing out of a trash heap. She never says “I love you” outright — that’s not her style — but she memorises your favourite spicy snacks, always saves you a seat, and gets weirdly defensive if anyone looks at you wrong. She sees you as a big‑sister figure — you’re the only person she lets touch her hair when she’s had a rough day. She won’t admit it, but she hangs around the entrance until you come home, and the moment you walk in, she’s all bright smiles and casual chaos again. “Took you long enough,” she’ll say, but her shoulders drop with relief.

༊*·˚ FU — “You tell me what to do. I’ll listen.”

Pre‑transition

Fu was always the quiet leader — but around you, something softened. He noticed how you flinched at your own name, how you carried yourself like a question. He never demanded answers. Instead, he listened when you spoke, and he waited. One day, you gave him a small instruction: “Sit down. Rest.” He sat. No argument. That was the first time he realised — you had a gentler kind of strength than his.

Post‑transition

Now, you’re the one who gives soft orders — and he obeys every single one. Not because he’s weak, but because your voice feels like coming home. “Eat something, Fu.” He eats. “Sleep by the fire tonight.” He curls up without a word. “Let me walk you home.” He falls into step beside you, quiet and warm. When he’s anxious — and he hides it well — you place a hand on his shoulder and say, “Breathe. That’s an order.” And he does. His shoulders drop. His eyes close. You see him clearly — not as a leader, not as a soldier, just as him — and that clarity is the most peaceful thing he’s ever known. He calls your name like a promise. And when you whisper, “Stay,” he stays.

༊*·˚ ZANKA (Nijiku) — “You shed your old skin. That’s metal as hell.”

Pre‑transition

Zanka didn’t understand at first. He’s blunt, not cruel. When you told him you weren’t a boy, he tilted his head and said, “So what? You still fight the same, right?” That was his way of accepting. He never misgendered you again — not because he was careful, but because his brain just… updated the file.

Post‑transition

He’s the one who loudly corrects strangers. “It’s she, you garbage-for-brains.” He doesn’t do softness, but he does loyalty. He’ll carry you on his back when you’re tired, give you his jacket when it’s cold, and never, ever mention it. He sees you as a little sister — someone to protect and annoy in equal measure. “You’re more open on being yourself now,” he says. “The old you was something else.”

༊*·˚ ZODYL — “You remade yourself. I respect that.”

Pre‑transition

Zodyl met you when you were both looking for something. He had his own secrets; you had yours. He never asked. He just watched. And one day, he said, “You’re not what you pretend to be. Neither am I.” That was the closest he ever came to vulnerability.

Post‑transition

When he sees you again, transformed, he smiles(probably not but let a girl dream)— a rare, genuine one. “There you are. I was starting to think the mask was permanent.” He treats you as an equal — no pedestal, no pity. Just respect. He’ll sit with you in silence for hours, sharing this silence. He calls you by your name like it’s always been yours. If anyone threatens you, they disappear. He doesn’t explain. He doesn’t need to.

༊*·˚ JABBER — “New you, same scary energy. I like it.”

Pre‑transition

Jabber thought you were interesting before — quiet, coiled, like a spring. He liked that. He didn’t care about your body; he cared about your vibe. “You’re holding something back,” he said once. “Let it out. I won’t judge.”

Post‑transition

He’s the most chaotic but also the most accepting. “Oh, you’re a girl now? Cool. Can we go break something?” He uses your pronouns wrong maybe twice, then never again — not out of malice, just habit. He’s the one who takes you clothes shopping in the ruins, holding up tattered dresses against your body and nodding seriously. “This one. It matches your eyes.” He sees you as a chaos sister — someone to laugh with, fight with, and cry with at 3am. He’d burn down a building for you. And he has.

✦ BONUS: THE DARLING JESTER

“I saw you in every timeline, and you’re always beautiful.”

This is the character you invented: a mix of Pinkie Pie’s joy, a jester’s mischief, unhinged chaos, bottomless kindness, and Cardcaptor Sakura’s magical powers. And she is madly in love with the trans female reader.

Pre‑transition

The Jester appeared in your life before you even knew her name. She’d pop out of nowhere — riding a giant key, surrounded by floating cards, laughing. She called you by your real name before you’d spoken it aloud. “Don’t worry,” she’d say, winking. “I’ve seen the future. You’re gonna be gorgeous.” She brought you small gifts: a ribbon, a mirror, a bottle of shampoo. “For later,” she’d say. And then she’d vanish in a swirl of pink and gold.

Post‑transition

She finds you again in the Abyss, and she squeals. “THERE YOU ARE! I’ve been waiting!” She spins you around, examines your new clothes, your new hair, your new smile. “You did it! You’re you!” And then she pulls you into the tightest hug.

She’s unhinged in the best way. She throws confetti when you walk into a room. She summons magical cards that do your laundry, cook your meals, and braid your hair. She tells everyone who will listen, “This is my girlfriend and she’s the prettiest person in any dimension.” She gets jealous, but not in a scary way — more like a clingy puppy. “Stop talking to Zanka, I want attention.”

But underneath the chaos, she’s deeply kind. On bad days — when dysphoria hits or the world feels wrong — she sits with you in silence. No jokes. No magic tricks. Just her hand in yours. “I love you,” she whispers. “Not despite anything. Just… you.”

She has a magical card specifically for gender affirmation: it creates a perfect reflection of how you see yourself. She uses it when you’re feeling low. You cry every time.

And at night, when you’re both tired, she curls up beside you and mumbles, “In every timeline I saw, you were always a girl. You just had to catch up.” Then she kisses your forehead and falls asleep with a smile.

✦ BONUS: GROUP DYNAMICS (Post‑transition)

· Rudo and Riyou both hover nearby, protective but silent. They’ve appointed themselves your unofficial bodyguards. They don’t admit it.

· Enjin sits closest to you at meals. His knee touches yours under the table. He doesn’t move it.

· You hands you a cup of tea every morning. “Drink.” It’s a gentle order. Fu obeys like a good boy.

· Zanka loudly tells anyone who stares at you, “She’s with us. Got a problem?”

· Zodyl stares at you when you pass. No words. Just respect.

· Jabber tries to teach you to juggle knives. The Jester has to intervene with a magic shield.

· The Jester is always touching you — hand on your arm, head on your shoulder, fingers intertwined. She’s not subtle. She doesn’t want to be.

[miraeofficial]

LOHEN'S VOICELINES ABOUT YOU!

I. INTRODUCTION

"I spy with my little red eye something blonde and definitely a worthy opponent to cripple under my heel… It's the Honorary Knight! Hey, what brings you here? Oh, just a little stroll? Cool, cool. Hmm? What are these flowers I'm holding? Hahaha, it's Qingxin! I had it delivered all the way to Liyue, just to surpriiiiseee a special someone. And who might that be? Well, take a guess. They're someone I'm willing to rip this world apart for if someone else dared to even lay a strand of hair on their head. Someone that I'm willing to be used by in any way they see fit. They can collar me, punish me, or even abandon me, and I would still crawl back to them on my hands and knees like a happy, wagging dog eager for their affection. As long as they're happy, I'm happy. Sooo, any guesses? Why the frightened expression, dude?"

II. CHAT: SADISTIC TENDENCIES

"Hmm, I wonder what other toys I can use to make them squirm… Something that could bring tears of pleasure and pain at the same time. Maybe some hot wax or a flogger with sharp edges. Hehehehe…"

III. CHAT: PAPERWORK

"Can this stupid paperwork disappear any faster? That damn Varka knows I have a date with them tonight, and I can't be stuck here all fucking day. I swear, I'm thiiisss close to setting the headquarters on fire just to get out of here."

IV. ABOUT THE OTHERS

"Hmm? How did the others react to my relationship with them? Bahahaha! Oh, they didn't believe me at first; they thought I manipulated them or something. Yeah, the other knights made up these bizarre rumors about us, like when I probably threatened them with a dagger to their neck to make them date me. Can you believe that? I'm crazy, but I'm not that crazy... probably. Anyway, eventually they saw how happy we were together and accepted it. Some of them even apologized for doubting us. Whatever, it's one thing to doubt, but it's another thing to spread false rumors. It's all water under the bridge now, though. But I regret not teaching those fools a very thorough, valuable lesson because I would rather not anger my lover."

V. LOHEN'S TROUBLES

"Ugh… Being a big target for so many bastards across Teyvat is such a pain in the ass. The Fatui, Abyss scum, rival knights, and even some of the nobles in Mondstadt probably want me dead. I could deal with all that shit easily. But what really pisses me off is knowing they might try to use them to get to me. One wrong move and some coward thinks they can grab them just to make me vulnerable… Hah. The mere thought makes my blood boil. If anyone even dares to lay a finger on them as leverage against me, I’ll turn their entire bloodline into a cautionary tale. I’ll slaughter anything that tries to use them… but damn, it’s annoying that they even have the option."

VI. COMBAT: LOW HP

"Heh… is this all you’ve got? Pathetic. I can’t die yet—Fuck! I still need to go home to them. Don’t you dare make me break my promise to them…!"

VII. JEALOUSY

"Saaayyy, Honorary Knight. Are my eyes deceiving me, or are you pretty cozy with my lover recently… They're awfully adorable, hmm? Bet you want to hug them, hold their hand, maybe even steal them away from me? Ahahaha! …If you ever try it, I'll carve out those wandering eyes of yours and make you watch as I string your guts into a pretty little necklace for them. Okay? Hehehe... Just kidding! Or am I? You'll understand, right, Honorary Knight?"

VIII. DEMANDING RESPECT

"I thought it'd be a fun exercise to teach my fellow knights some basic respect and manners, especially when around my lover. Whatever my lover wants, they get. Anyone whining their asses off about it can take it up with me personally. I'll give them something to cry about, that's for sure."

IX. OBEDIENCE

"What is that look on your face? You want me to deliver this paperwork to Varka? Pshhh, do it yourself… Wait, my lover actually asked you to relay the message to me? Well, in that case, hand over the documents. Ah, ah, ah! I really insist."

X. ENCOURAGING VIOLENCE

"You'd be surprised that my lover encourages me to do whatever I want. It's probably because they know that I'll do it anyway, but the fact that they actually tell me to go wild as long as I come home safe? Hahaha! Fuck, that’s hot. They really are perfect for me. Because of their encouragement, I’ll slaughter entire camps of hilichurls, paint the snow red in Dragonspine, or carve my way through a Fatui ambush, whatever feels good. Honestly, their blessing makes the violence feel like foreplay, just saying."

[stinklewinklethefirst]

How can you miss what you don’t remember silly ? + jabber and dear

[itsameaera]

'elloooo! may i request for headcanons of ace, ruggie, epel, and sebek (separate) with reader who tries out the boys' dorm uniforms one day? like reader comes over to their dorm and just decides to put on their dorm uniforms like an impromptu fashion show? ty in advance!!

may i be 💌 anon?

【❝An Impromptu Fashion Show❞】

【Synopsis: In which the twst boys let their partner try on their dorm uniform】

【Featuring: Ace Trappola, Ruggie Bucchi, Epel Felmier, and Sebek Zigvolt】

【Tags: gn reader, established relationship, fluff, some crack, uhhh that’s about it lol, ig mentions of undressing???, possible typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed any tags】

【Word count: Ace (231) Ruggie (269) Epel (384) Sebek (363) Total (1.2k)】

【a/n: hello 💌 anon, as you henceforth shall be known! ahhh tysm for sending this in! I has such a fun time writing this and I really hope you like it! I think Epel’s part is my favorite, mostly because I always have fun writing his accent lol! Anyway, welcome to the anon club and I hope you enjoy! <3333333】

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‧₊˚ ┊ Ace lives to see you in his clothes, and he's not ashamed to hide it whatsoever (he knows no shame tbh)

‧₊˚ ┊ It's pretty much mandatory that you wear his soft, oversized red hoodie whenever you come over to hang out in his dorm (it might as well be yours at this point lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ When you come over this time, you don't even let him get a chance to even think about grabbing that damn hoodie before you're darting over to rifle through his closet

‧₊˚ ┊ "Uhh, what're ya doin' over there?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "I wanna try on your dorm uniform! Turn around so I can change. No peeking!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "No promises."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Don't try me, Ace."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Alright, alright. I'm turnin' around."

‧₊˚ ┊ While he is an annoying little shit at heart, he keeps his word and doesn't peek while you're changing (he didn't plan on actually doing so in the first place)

‧₊˚ ┊ "I'm all done! You can look now!"

‧₊˚ ┊ Ace didn't know what he was expecting, but he didn't think his heart would skip a beat at the sight of you all dressed up in his dorm uniform (he's so corny lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ "Wow! Just… wow. You look like, good, really good!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Yeah? You think so?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Oh, I know so, babe."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Well, I think it's missing something."

‧₊˚ ┊ "And what's that?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "A card suit, of course! Come help me draw the heart around my eye so we can match!"

‧₊˚ ┊ Ruggie usually hates sharing his things with anything else, but he's more than willing to share his spoils with you

‧₊˚ ┊ Plus, he really likes having his scent on you — it's a beastman thing— and there's no better what to do that than by dressing you up in his clothes (smelling his scent on you activates something in his brain that he just can't explain — hehehe that's rhymes lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ You have free rein of his closet, so he hardly even pays attention to you when you decide to start searching through it one day when you decide to come over after class

‧₊˚ ┊ "You know today isn't laundry day, right?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Yeah, I was just looking for your dorm uniform."

‧₊˚ ┊ "… My dorm uniform?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Yep!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "And what are you doing that for?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "'Cause I wanna try it on!"

‧₊˚ ┊ Well, that makes sense — in hindsight, he probably should have expected that you'd pull something like this

‧₊˚ ┊ Ruggie doesn't have too much of a reaction to your plans and leaves you to change while he goes through his snack haul to find you both something to eat (he keeps your favorites on hand for whenever you come over lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ "Okay, done! How do I look?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "It looks nice on you, but you're missing something."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Am I? I could have sworn that was everything."

‧₊˚ ┊ "You forgot the bandanna, dollface. C'mere, lemme tie it for you."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Okay, what do you think now that the look is complete? Did the bandanna add to my rough and rugged charm?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Oh, definitely, babe. You have the makings of a night fine member of Savanaclaw if I do say so myself."

‧₊˚ ┊ Epel thinks giving you his clothing to wear makes him cool and manly, so he's another one that dresses you up in his clothing, which is ironic, given how much he hates it when Vil dresses him up lol

‧₊˚ ┊ Like Ace, he'll usually give you his hoodies or shirts to wear, but you're always free to take whatever you like from his closet (seeing you in his clothes gives him this smug sense of satisfaction lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ So, he doesn't think anything of it when you make a beeline straight to his closet

‧₊˚ ┊ "I hung that sweater ya like over on the back of my chair, if that's what yer lookin' for."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Nah, I'm looking for your dorm uniform."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Why in the Seven's good name are you doin' that?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Because I wanna try it on, duh."

‧₊˚ ┊ The silence that follows speaks volumes, but doesn't stop you from continuing your search

‧₊˚ ┊ "Oh, there it is! Can you, uh, turn around now?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna have to help you tie the sash, so give me a holler when ya need a hand."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Will do! I'm excited to see if I can pull it off as well as you can!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "I'm sure ya can, sweetie. Ya already look good in my clothes, so I don't think that's gonna to change now."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Well, you can turn around and give me your verdict now! You can also help me with this sash while you're at it."

‧₊˚ ┊ Epel nearly trips over his own feet from how fast he whips around to finally lay his eyes on you 

‧₊˚ ┊ He's just as clumsy when it comes to helping you tie the sash around your waist, which shouldn't be the case given how often he's done exactly this

‧₊˚ ┊ "Your hands are shaking."

‧₊˚ ┊ "NO THEY'RE NOT, YER JUST SEEIN' THINGS!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Whatever you say, Epel. So tell me, how do I look?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Like shit."

‧₊˚ ┊ "I'm gonna give you one chance to fix your attitude before I ask you again. Now, how do I look?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Alright, I guess."

‧₊˚ ┊ "You know what? Fine. I'll take what I can get."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Oh c'mon, ya know I'm just pullin' yer leg. You look good as always."

‧₊˚ ┊ "That's more like it! Keep telling me how nice I look."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Yer startin' to sound like Vil."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Whatever! Less complaining and more complimenting, please!"

‧₊˚ ┊ As much as Sebek adores you, cute couple stuff like sharing clothes doesn't come very easy to him (he's pretty shy when it comes to stuff like this, so cut him some slack, ok?)

‧₊˚ ┊ He will, of course, give you a jacket or scarf if it's cold or if you need to cover up, but that's about it

‧₊˚ ┊ So, you decide to take matters into your own hands one day when you retreat to his dorm room after class

‧₊˚ ┊ "Is there a reason why you're rummaging through my closet? I can assure you that I'm not hiding anything from you if that is your concern."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Oh, I know, Seb. I just wanted to try on your dorm uniform! You always look so good in, so I thought I'd see if I can pull it off as well as you can!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "… I see. Well, I can assure you that you look good in everything, beloved."

‧₊˚ ┊ "That's so sweet, Sebby, thank you! Still, I wanna see how it looks on me. Turn around for a sec while I change."

‧₊˚ ┊ "OF COURSE! I WOULDN'T DARE GAZE UPON YOU IN A STATE OF UNDRESS WITHOUT YOUR EXPRESS PERMISSION!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "I know, sweetheart. There's no need to get loud."

‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek quite literally holds his breath as you change, his palms clenched and sweaty as he stares straight ahead at his wall

‧₊˚ ┊ "Hey, relax. What're you so tense about?"

‧₊˚ ┊ The question shocks Sebek out of his daze and back into the real world where he finds you proudly wearing his dorm uniform

‧₊˚ ┊ He opens him mouth to speak, only for his words to get caught in his throat (the crock was too stunned to speak lol)

‧₊˚ ┊ "What's wrong? Does it look bad?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "IMPOSSIBLE! I ALREADY SAID YOU LOOK DIVINE IN EVERYTHING AND THIS IS NO EXCEPTION!"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Alright, alright! Geez, we seriously gotta work on your volume control, Seb."

‧₊˚ ┊ "My apologies. I tend to raise my voice when I feel especially… passionate."

‧₊˚ ┊ "The sight of me in your uniform makes you passionate, huh?"

‧₊˚ ┊ "Don't patronize me, dearest."

‧₊˚ ┊ "Okay, okay. I'm done teasing. Now, where's the little hat that goes with the rest of the uniform? The look isn't complete without it!"

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Finally for once in my life I haven't missed the openings.

So, for my request, could I ask for Tim, Jeff and Toby with a teen!reader(we need more of Teen!readers honestly) who's a paranormal enthusiastic kid who somehow ended up dragging them to their adventures, detail, the reader is completely oblivious to their killer lives and just thinks they're some depressed millennials.

(and maybe I'd be cool if the reader also recorded stuff all the time like Jay used to do in MH, but that one's optional) :)

That's it! Hope you have a great day/evening/night!

As I haven't even seen MH and I'm not all that familiar with it, I left that detail out. Hope you enjoy it! Have a good time zone!

(Also.. Hilariously.. I love this grouping.. Because it would be two millennials being Tim and Jeff (25/24), and then two Gen Z being Toby (22) and Y/N. What a mashup.)

Firstly... We have to get the emotions out of the way. In my canon, Tim started out as a teen that did paranormal investigations (with Brian, of course), which is how he ended up discovering and fusing with the spirit of Masky, which in turn forever changed and fucked up his life. So, needless to say, Tim especially is incredibly protective of you and emotional over the entire experience.

Toby and Jeff, really, are just along for the ride, but they're just as protective over you as Tim is. The three of them accompany you to every single investigation, and they tell you to never go without them. Things always go according to plan with them by your side, so they're a lot less worried about you having an experience as Tim did. They know the right precautions to take, and actually DO tell you that Tim used to do paranormal investigations too, which makes you all the more eager to follow their lead and take their advice when it comes to things like this because wow!! You have experienced guys helping you investigate all of these sites!! And then Toby who brings snacks and hilarious commentary, and Jeff who's just incredibly strong and entertaining. What could go wrong?

Well, thanks to them, nothing! Most of the weaker actual spirits they encounter are too scared to do anything because they can recognize that the boys are employees of Slender, and they don't want to piss off Slender. When it comes to the stronger spirits and places that you want to investigate, they call in BEN, and sometimes even Slender himself, to handle things behind the scenes and make sure that none of the spirits end up harming or possessing you, and you're none the wiser to what's going on in the background because you don't even know that BEN and Slender exist, so to you, it's just an experience like any other with the boys by your side. They do really look after you and make sure that you're enjoying yourself and enjoying the experiences, and maybe someday when you're older they'll tell you about themselves and the truth about Tim and the added help from BEN and Slender, but for now, they're just fine letting your imagination run wild.

[emmiecraft]

"YOU DON'T KNOW ME"

There's something so painful in that line to me.

Because, Derek is essentially saying "How can you die for someone you don't even know? How can you die for a stranger?"

And while it may seem like Derek is being a bit of a hypocrite---considering he only met Avery a few hours ago, he really isn't.

Because Avery isn't a stranger to him.

He knows Avery. Infinite knowledge let him showed him who Avery was. He knew Avery's name. He probably knew Avery's favorite color and his favorite food. He could literally identify a fake (seemingly identical) Avery.

Derek knew everything about Avery.

Avery wasn't a stranger to Derek.

He was his dearest Avery.

[ciderjacks]

turns out if you’re aroace you don’t have to date someone to “see if you feel something” or have sex with someone for the same reason, and you don’t have to stay in limbo until you’ve “tried” because lbr if you weren’t aroace your little limbo wouldn’t have lasted 21 whole years.

[ciderjacks]

you can just be aroace you do not have to pursue and bed some poor hypothetical woman (who’s just disconnected enough from you that youre not at risk of ruining a friendship but also who you connect with so instantly that you’ll finally feel those romantic sparks! And someone so attractive you finally feel that pesky sex drive haha. And reciprocates your hypothetical interest. But not enough that she’d be upset when you confirm you are in fact aroace) just to prove that youre not attracted to her. Because that’s insane, LUIS.

[static-kai]

zanka nijiku is specifically for the burnt out teens who grew up with high expectations (whether internally or externally) for themselves and have or is still internalizing every single comment and viewpoint their way (whether positive or negative) and ended up shattered when they didnt turn out how they thought theyd turn out. hes for the teens who had "their place" "stolen" by someone more naturally skilled and faster and had to reevaluate their worth because theyve based it off of other peoples ideas, impressions of them, and written standards. (and this especially involves your academic journey too.) remember u are green enough !!!! get out that hole, man. theres a life worth living.

[liirker-at-thresholds]

I really like how the scientology speedrunning trend is developing, in this clip we see that the participants are

Not deterred by the closed door

Working as a group

Protecting their identities

Inflicting material costs to the institution via property destruction

Getting away at the end

These ideas were not all here from the beginning. They are genuinely gaining experience that can be applied elsewhere

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Baby Vamp

Request: The Cullens hc with a newborn reader (vampire not baby)? by 🥝 anon.

Pairing: Platonic Cullen’s x vampire!reader.

Warnings: Not beta nor proofread. No Bella mentioned. Platonic!!!

Word Count: 324.

Note: I’m so sorry, this is definitely not my best work :(

| mother m-list

• Emmett finds it funny when you feed. Trying not to be a messy eater as a vampire is hard, you can’t help it, he should leave you alone.

• Esme mothers you much more than the others, except maybe Jasper. Jasper actually feels closer to you because of that.

• Alice loves to take you shopping. You’re a new you, you should dress like it too; at least that’s what she tells you as she drags you to the car.

• Rosalie is sceptical of you at first and then you say you like her car. She decides if no one else will take an interest, she can make you. You love it.

• Carlisle adores you. You make his family happy and you like to sit with him in his office while he does his paperwork, he likes that you take an interest.

• Jasper chooses the car with you in it nine times out of ten. He likes your music taste, it makes him feel human.

• Edward’s great when it comes to teaching you how to hunt and authentically control your thirst.

• He’s also great at making sure you don’t have emotional blockage via your thoughts; Jasper’s a big help.

• Esme cleans your mouth like you’re a toddler when you come home with your food around your mouth; she tuts and coos as she does.

• Carlisle has you a room ready for you to decorate the second Alice has a vision. (Esme helps decorate.)

• Emmett’s in full on annoying brother mode, headlocks and noogies all the time. (He’s in for a big surprise when you break a window shoving him off of you.)

• Alice has a whole photo album of just you in over the top outfits; most while you hunt which isn’t ideal but they call them your baby pictures.

• Rosalie babies you (she thinks she’s being discreet but you all know).

~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~ 𐀔 ~

Likes, comments and reblogs are extremely appreciated and very encouraging!

I do not give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on this site or otherwise!

[notti-stellate]

The Cullens

Emmett x sister!reader, Jasper x sister!reader, Carlisle x daughter!reader

a/n: so basically I'm thinking of making this a new series, I was thinking maybe having reader fall in love with one of the pack members but I'm open to other ideas! I hope you like it, I'm a little rusty but I did my best

Warnings: small injury, death of parents, brief mentions of trauma, adoption, Emmett forgetting reader is human, I think that's all but if I missed any please let me know!

From the outside the Cullen house seemed quiet and uneventful, unfortunately for Carlisle that was very untrue…

“Emmett put your sister down,” Carlisle called out as he walked through the door, probably going to another shift at the hospital. I squirmed and kicked at Emmett, who currently had me thrown over his shoulder. Emmett is a notoriously bad loser, and since I beat him at mario kart this was my punishment. Since I’m the youngest (and only human) sibling it was fairly easy for him to keep his hold on me as I fought.

Just when I was starting to accept my fate of being stuck, Jasper came around the corner asking Emmett if he was ready for a rematch after their wrestling match last night. At this, Emmett got excited and lost his hold on me, making me fall flat on my face against the kitchen floor. Jasper ran over, glaring at Emmett as he helped me up. 

Jasper has always had a kind of soft spot for me. Carlisle took me in when I was 11 after my parents were murdered. When I first got there I refused to leave my room, locking myself away completely. I had horrible nightmares about my parents death, because of this Jasper used to sit outside my door at night and used his gift to calm me until I was ready to talk. Ever since then we’ve been practically inseparable, it’s rare to see me without Alice and Jasper. 

Jasper pulled my face towards him gently, looking for any sign of injury. “I’m fine Jas, nothing broke” I wheezed after getting the air knocked out of my lungs. Jasper didn’t seem to accept this though, sighing as he saw a bruise already forming under my eye. Emmett finally snapped out of his shock, spewing out as many apologies as he could.

I smiled at him, trying to let both him and Jasper know I was alright. “Come on darlin’, let’s go get some ice on that eye,” Jasper wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pushing me lightly towards the living room while he headed towards the freezer. I layed back on one of the couches, stretching my legs out and closing my eyes tightly to try to ward off my growing headache. Jasper appeared a moment later, handing me ice to put against my eye. He lifted my legs as he sat down, placing them back down on top of his own. ‘Thanks Jas,’ I mumbled, laying my head back and listening to Edward play his piano a few rooms over. 

We might not be a perfect or “normal” family, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

[cece693]

OH, COME ON! I'M JUST STATING THE OBVIOUS

(PLATONIC) The Cullens x GN Vamp Reader

LINK TO PART TWO

authors note: Just something short I wanted to write. It's not really a fanfic, but more of a self insert of how I would appropriately react with some events in Twilight. Hope you enjoy!

synopsis: You don't have a filter, which is a good thing (yeah, fuck whoever disagrees) which means that you make your dislike for Bella Swan apparent. It's not because she's mean, quite the opposite, but because you find her survival instincts to be nonexistent.

You had been with the Cullens long enough to know one thing: your family was full of liars. Not malicious ones, just polite ones. Polite to a fault. Polite in the “let’s pretend we’re not all thinking the same thing” way.

Esme smiled through everything. Carlisle rationalized everything. Alice saw everything and said nothing. Emmett laughed everything off. Jasper avoided everything. Rosalie judged everything silently. But you? You said it out loud. So when Bella Swan moved down from Arizona, smelling like the world’s most tempting air freshener and staring at your family like you were her personal Netflix show, you did the only reasonable thing.

You stared back.

Hard.

Unblinking.

Like a cat who just realized the laser pointer might actually be alive.

Across the cafeteria, Bella froze, eyes widening as if she hadn’t expected you to notice the staring, which was insane because she’d been doing it for several days now. Edward elbowed you sharply under the table. “Stop that.”

“She started it.” You said, but gave Edward the pleasure of looking away and slouching deeper in your chair. “And why is she even staring at us? Do humans not know that eye contact means aggression? Or is this a regional problem? Maybe Arizona doesn’t have basic survival instincts.”

“(Y/N).” Edward hissed.

“I’m genuinely asking.”

Rosalie sighed like your existence personally offended her. “She’s curious, (Y/N). Humans get curious.”

“Curious about what? We sit here. We look pretty. We mind our undead business. It’s not like we’re juggling axes or sacrificing goats.”

“Alice suggested the axes once, remember?” Emmett said. “Carlisle said no.”

“And the goats?”

“Also no.”

“Tragic.”

Edward rubbed his temples. “Can everyone please behave? She’s not a threat.”

“Oh, I know she’s not a threat,” you said, stabbing at your boxed apple juice with unnecessary force. “She’s a walking liability. A hazard on legs. She radiates ‘about to trip and break something expensive’ energy.”

“She’s clumsy.” Jasper admitted diplomatically.

“Clumsy? Bro, clumsy is bumping into a chair. Bella looks like gravity filed a restraining order against her and it’s retaliating.”

Emmett choked on a laugh. Jasper pressed his lips together so hard they almost disappeared. Alice was openly beaming now, her chin propped in her hand like she was watching her favorite sitcom. Rosalie, for once, did not immediately scold you. She simply gave a slow, unimpressed blink that meant she agreed but refused to compliment you for it.

Bella's eyes drifted up again: straight to your table, straight to Edward, and then (unfortunately) straight to you. When your eyes met, you raised your brows, silently mouthing, "What are you looking at?" She jerked so hard that the cartoon of milk nearly spilled on the table.

Edward kicked your shin under the table. “Stop terrorizing her.”

You glared at him. “I’m not terrorizing her. I’m observing.”

“You’re glaring.”

“That was a neutral expression.”

“For a vampire about to commit a felony.” Rosalie supplied. You rolled your eyes and reached for your fork. Edward snatched it out of your hand instantly.

“What are you—?"

He hissed under his breath, “Your face looks like you’re about to throw it at her.”

You blinked, and paused to considered it. “Okay, fair. But give it back.”

“No. You don't need to frighten her anymore than you have.”

“I wasn't scaring her,” you said, though no one at the table believed you. “If anything, I’m preparing her. This is enrichment. Like zoo training.”

TIME SKIP

When Edward came home that afternoon, his expression was the exact mix of disgust and existential dread you usually associate with Rosalie encountering a crowded mall. He barely got through the door before you spoke. “What crawled up your ass and died?”

Edward dropped his bag with unnecessary dramatics. “I had Biology with her.”

You recoiled. “Oh my god. And, let me guess, she sat next to you?”

“Yes.”

You slapped a hand over your chest. “A tragedy. A violation. You poor thing.” Edward glared. You shrugged. "No actually, I get it. She smells like dessert to you, right? And instead of avoiding you like a human with basic survival instincts she's like, ‘Oh gee, let me sit beside the immortal bloodsucker and try to befriend him.’ That’s a choice. A stupid one.”

Edward groaned. “It took everything in me not to jump across the table and suck her dry."

You raised a brow. “So this is the part where you decide to stay away from her, right?” Edward didn’t answer. You slapped a hand over your eyes. “Oh no. You’re already obsessed, aren’t you?”

And obsessed he was.

Painfully. Horrifyingly. Criminally.

Two days later, he unknowingly let it slip—and by slip, you mean he confessed it like a man who had forgotten what shame was—that he’d been watching Bella sleep from inside her room like a total creep. It happened during another dramatic Edward Entry, where he appeared at the top of the stairs with that look. That haunted, dreamy, lovesick, vaguely murderous look.

“I’ve discovered something.” he murmured, descending the stairs like a gothic chandelier falling in slow motion.

“A personality?” He ignored you. That was mistake number one.

“She talks in her sleep.” Edward said, voice low and weirdly soft.

You blinked once. Twice. “…Excuse me?”

Edward paused, eyebrows lifting in mild confusion. “Bella. She—”

“—talks in her sleep,” you finished for him. “Yes. Yes, you just said that. My question is: how you know this?”

Emmett’s eyebrows shot up. Jasper straightened in his seat like someone had plugged him into an electrical socket. Rosalie turned her head slowly—very slowly—to glare at Edward, because although she disliked Bella with a passion, she wasn’t about to let her brother be a full blown psycho. Her eyes narrowed into lethal slits.

“Edward. Tell me you’re joking.”

He stiffened. “I—”

“No,” Rosalie snapped, cutting him off like a guillotine. “Don’t. Whatever you say next is going to make me want to hit you, and Carlisle will get mad when I break your jaw.”

Emmett raised a hand helpfully. “I can hold him down.”

Rosalie didn’t even look at him. “He wouldn’t fight back. He’d probably cry about it.”

Jasper’s voice was cautious, like he was approaching a wild animal. “Edward, please tell us how you discovered this?”

Hesitation.

A bad sign.

A very bad sign.

You leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Edward, where were you standing when she was sleep talking?”

“I wasn’t standing.” he said defensively.

Rosalie looked a heartbeat away from physical violence. “Okay, so you were sitting. Where? On a tree branch? Outside her window like a feral owl?"

He winced. “The rocking chair in her room.”

The room exploded.

Rosalie made a strangled, murderous noise. Jasper froze as if preparing emotionally for Edward’s funeral. Emmett dropped the remote and whispered, “Oh my god. You ARE a creep.” And you stood up so fast your chair skidded backward.

“EDWARD ANTHONY MASEN CULLEN!”

“Don’t use my full name—”

“You sat,” you repeated, stabbing each word into the air like a knife. “In the dark. In the corner. In a rocking chair. Watching a human girl as she slept like some sort of pale, sparkly sleep paralysis demon?"

Edward winced. “When you say it like that—”

“How ELSE am I supposed to say it?” you barked. “You violated every privacy law ever created! Even the unwritten ones! Humans don’t even LIKE when their pets stare at them while they sleep.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“Oh my god,” Rosalie cut in, looking genuinely appalled. “I didn't think you could become even more of a loser than you were."

It was at that moment that Esme entered the room cheerfully, but then froze, noticing the tension. “What’s going on?”

You pointed at Edward with the dramatic fury of a soap opera character. “Oh, it's nothing. Just that your perfect golden boy here has been breaking into Bella Swan’s bedroom and WATCHING HER SLEEP!”

Esme blinked. Then blinked again. “Oh dear...”

Carlisle followed behind her, eyebrows rising. “Edward?”

Edward threw his hands up. “I was making sure she was safe!”

You gaped at him. “SAFE FROM WHAT, EDWARD?! NIGHTMARES? PILLOWS? HER OWN BREATHING?!”

Emmett nodded vigorously. “Bro, imagine waking up and seeing YOU in the corner. I’d yeet myself out the window.”

Jasper nodded. “So would I.”

Edward glared at all of you. “None of you understand—”

“OH TRUST ME,” you barked, “we understand PERFECTLY. You have lost your goddamn mind.”

Rosalie stepped closer, voice low. “If Bella finds out about this, she is going to pass out so fast she’ll crack her skull on her nightstand. And then YOU’LL have to explain to Charlie Swan why his daughter died of fright.”

Emmett held up a finger. “Which would be hilarious—”

Rosalie snapped, “Emmett!”

“—but bad.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Edward, listen carefully. Humans don’t LIKE being watched while unconscious. They tend to—oh, I don’t know—call the police!”

“That’s ridiculous.” Edward scoffed.

“Oh?” you asked sweetly. “And what would YOU do if a stranger sat in YOUR room at night?”

“I would know.” He said smugly.

“Yes,” you said dryly, “because you’re a vampire. Bella is a CHIHUAHUA with the durability of a breadstick.”

Rosalie rolled her eyes. “You need to stop. Now.”

Edward’s jaw clenched. “I can’t. She’s important.”

You threw your arms up. “You met her TWICE!”

“Three times.” Edward corrected.

“Oh! Well EXCUSE ME,” you said dramatically. “Three encounters. That changes everything. Let’s book the wedding.”

Emmett raised a hand. “Dibs on best man.”

Rosalie hissed. “We are not planning a wedding for the girl he’s currently stalking.”

“I'm not—"

“STALKING!”

ANOTHER TIME SKIP

Edward really lived up to his creep status. Not even a week after stalking the poor girl, he took her into the woods and confirmed that yes, he sparkled like a disco ball in direct sunlight, yes, he was a vampire, and yes, the rest of his family were too. You nearly sprinted into the woods to find the largest tree trunk available, solely to beat him with it.

Rule #1 (if there was a handbook): DO NOT REVEAL YOUR STATUS TO HUMANS.

And what did Edward do? He broke it. Crushed it. Set it on fire. Ran it over with his stupid Volvo. And then? Then he had the audacity—the pure nerve—to invite the girl to your home. Your safe place. The one place you guys didn't need to hide. You met them in the kitchen alongside the rest of your family who were busy making Italiano.

Edward practically glowed with smugness. “So, this is Bella.”

You stared at her.

She stared back.

You blinked slowly, once, twice, like a warning system rebooting. “…Why is she here?”

Esme gasped softly. “(Y/N)!”

Bella flushed, shrinking in on herself. “I—I didn’t mean to intrude—”

“You’re not intruding.” Edward reassured her, giving Bella a soft smile like he hadn't done anything wrong.

You pointed a stiff, accusing finger at him. “Oh, she absolutely is intruding. What happened to subtlety? What happened to discretion? What happened to keeping our kind a secret?”

Bella blinked nervously. “I apologize if me knowing brought you guys any problems—”

You barked a laugh.

Not a cute laugh.

A deranged older sibling losing their patience laugh.

“Oh, sweetheart, you didn’t bring us any problems. He did.”

Edward’s jaw tightened. “(Y/N)—”

“No, no, do not ‘(Y/N)’ me,” you snapped, stepping forward. “Do you have any idea how many decades—DECADES—we’ve spent keeping a low profile? Do you know how many times I’ve had to dodge nosy humans, animal control, conspiracy theorists, and that one lady who swore Emmett was Bigfoot?”

Emmett yelled from behind the kitchen counter, “SHE TOOK A PICTURE OF ME EATING A GRANOLA BAR—WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!”

You waved a dismissive hand. “Case in point.”

Bella’s eyes widened. “I—I didn’t know—”

“Of course you didn’t know,” you said. “And you shouldn’t have known anything. About any of us. Because Edward was supposed to handle this like a responsible adult. Instead, he took you to the forest like a dramatically depressed anime character and told you everything.”

Edward hissed, “It wasn’t like that—”

“Oh?” you said. “Did you or did you not ‘say it, out loud’ her into a supernatural TED Talk?” Edward opened his mouth. You didn’t let him finish. “Exactly, you dramatically confessed eternal damnation in a mossy forest like the world’s biggest theatre kid.”

At that moment, you heard the sound of a glass breaking and Jasper's slight cursing. You didn't need to be in the same room to know he looked like a man trying to balance a thousand knifes on his head while walking a tightrope over a pit of Bella-scented lava.

“Okay,” you muttered. “Time for intervention number twelve of the week.” You turned your back on the couple and stepped into the main living room where Jasper stood at the top of the staircase.

"Come on, bro." You said, grabbing him by the wrist and nudging him towards the back hallway where the exit was. "Let’s go take a long walk where no gremlins are messing with you."

Jasper gritted his teeth. “Thank you.”

Edward called out, annoyed, “We’re in the middle of a discussion—!”

You flipped him off without looking back. “Yeah? Well I’m in the middle of keeping your girlfriend alive. You’re welcome.”

[idiasplayertwo]

ೀ "BABY, LEMME' HELP YOU OUT" ␥

── out on a dinner date with your beloved, how would they react seeing you slide over a 50$ bill.

✉︎𓏲ּ𝄢 featuring; leona x reader, vil x reader, azul x reader, idia x reader, malleus x reader, and kalim x reader.

␥ imagine / small reactions . sfw , fluff , established relationship , hehehe rich men , princess treatment. possibly ooc, not-beta read.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 ✉︎

LAZILY FLIPS THE BILLS BETWEEN HIS FINGERS, leona sits across from you silent counting the cash.

when you reach into your wallet unknown to him, pull out a fifty and slide it toward him on the table...he freezes.

he eyes the bill, then you. the look in his eyes screams annoyance, his ear flicks as he asks, "what are you doing?"

he sounds unimpressed, and he listens when you say sweetly how you wanted to help bay the bill.

he chuckles, low and amused.

"who do you take me for?" he asks, taking two hundreds from the stash in his wallet and cups them over your hands with the fifty and slides it back to you.

you blink, mouth gaped open slightly but before you could ask, he cuts you off.

"buy yourself some pretty~"

𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓 ✉︎

HE LOST COUNT WHEN SEEING YOU SLIDE THE FIFTY TOWARDS HIM. vil pauses, completely composed but there is a glint of confusion on his face.

he looks up at you and blinks once, eyes sharp and posture straight.

"my dear, what are you doing?"

you explain, in the sweetest tone, how you wanted to help him pay the bill.

he doesn't even let you finish, already sliding the bill back at you──shaking his head sternly.

"oh, nono please, put that away."

you forcefully pull the cash back towards you, blinking up at him as he finishes collecting the cash and placing it on the bill given.

"generosity is admirable, but let me treat my beloved whenever i please~ you deserve to be spoiled, and i intend on fulfilling it."

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 ✉︎

HE DOESN'T EVEN LOOK UP AT YOU, azul just flicks the bill back toward you and you slide it back.

a smile forces its way to your lips when he finally grabs the bill and twiddles it between his index and middle finger.

"my pearl, are you trying to make me laugh?"

his eyes are narrowed, posture confident and a sly smirk on his face. you say you wanted to help pay the bill, and he chuckles.

his polite laughs just sounds like money is raining before him, and he slides the bill back in your direction on the table and pays for the dinner from his card.

he'll take your hand and kiss your skin gently, eyes glaring behind his glasses as he smiles fondly.

"what a lovely gesture, my dear, but you need not worry about money as long as im with you~"

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 ✉︎

HE'S ALREADY HUNCHED OVER AT THE TABLE, hair styled to show his face, suit ironed and fitted, poking at his food unable to make eye contact with anyone other then you─he even had a hard time ordering his plate.

he's already awkward as is, so when idia sees you slide over a fifty he immediately flinched.

what are you doing? why are you handing him a fifty? do you think he's broke?

he blinks once and immediately drops his fork with a clank. "wh―what are you doing ?..." you explained softly, smiling so much he can feel it in his soul.

idia shook his head, immediately wiping out his wallet and fumbles for his cash while panic explaining, "but―but i asked you out, you can't pay ! this isn't how it was supposed to go, put that away and just let me pay... please?"

at the end of it, he ends up paying and secretly sliding a few extra hundreds in your purse when you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom―never will he let his woman pay for a meal.

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 ✉︎

WHEN YOU SLIDE THE FIFTY ACROSS THE TABLE CLOTH, malleus doesn't even bat an eye. he simply watches you retract your hand and smiling sweetly up at him.

"...what gesture is this?" he asks, curious as a child, tilting his head while he already planned to pay ahead.

you say you wanted to help with the bill, and malleus smiled. he's not offended, but more amused.

"your offering?"

little do you know, malleus already has the cash ready to hand over to the waiter.

as you nod your head, malleus already took the bills from his wallet and placed it into the billfold, taking another hundred and hands it to you back with the fifty.

"don't make me laugh, my love. it's said the man pays for the woman, yes? as future king and queen of briar valley, please, take the money, you deserve all the wealth in the world~"

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌 ✉︎

HE'S EXPECTING TO PAY FOR THE BILL, kalim doesn't register the fact you slide a fifty forward until he finally looks down.

he was mid-ramble, saying how good the food was―jamil having to be convinced multiple times─when he cuts himself off at the sight of your money.

he blinks, eventually understanding your intentions.

kalim gasps slightly, shakes his head and immediately pushes the cash back to you. "oh, no baby, you don't have to do that! it's my treat, don't worry!"

no matter how hard you try and say otherwise, kalim ends up paying for your meal and even sends you an extra two hundred for shopping<3

"let me treat you, okay? you deserve all the riches in the world ! besides, my mother wants you to shop at this store, she says you'll look beautiful in their clothes!"

end notes ― "but-but-but kalim won't eat anything unless cooked by jamil─" okay, if it makes ya feel better jamil was one of the cooks I DON'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE YOU HAPPY.

[nekonaps0]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write reader x 2 years when you suddenly get out of bed and stop cuddling them.(btw love your writing!)❤️❤️

More cuddles

✦gn!reader

✦characters: second years (-Silver)

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was half asleep, face tucked against your shoulder, one arm draped over your waist.

The moment you carefully slide out from under his arm and swing your legs off the bed, his eyes flutter open. He blinks slowly, hair adorably mussed, looking like a confused strawberry.

“…Where are you going?” His voice is soft and sleepy. He slowly sits up, squinting at you in the dim light. “Did you… have something important to do?”

You hesitate, then nod. “Yeah, just something quick.”

Riddle immediately pushes himself up, already reaching for his robe like a responsible housewarden on duty.

“Then I shall assist you. Two pairs of hands are more efficient. We can finish faster and return to bed.Let me help”

You can’t help but smile as he starts neatly folding the blanket. He’s dead serious about helping with whatever “task” you have so the two of you can get back to cuddling as quickly as possible. When you finally admit you just needed to use the bathroom, his ears turn pink and he mutters something about “next time just say that…” but he still waits patiently outside the door.

Ruggie Bucchi

The second your warmth disappears from his chest, Ruggie lets out a long, dramatic groan into the pillow. His ears twitch, tail thumping in protest.

“Nnngh… why’d you gotta get up? It was perfect. Come baaack…”

You whisper that you’re hungry and going to grab a snack. His head pops up instantly, eyes sparkling with sudden interest.

“For real?” His grin is sleepy but greedy. “Then bring me something too, yeah? There’s snacks in the kitchen… or better!” He points lazily toward the shelf near his bed. “Leona’s credit card is right there. Use it. Get the good stuff. Shishishi, he’ll never notice.”

He flops back down but keeps one arm stretched out toward you like he expects you to return with offerings.

When you come back with snacks for both of you, he immediately pulls you down and hug you again, munching happily while mumbling, “Best cuddle tax ever.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was perfectly comfortable, glasses off, hair slightly tousled, arms wrapped around you like a very clingy octopus. The moment you start to move away he freezes, then slowly opens his eyes and stares at you. He sits up, reaches for his glasses on the nightstand, and puts them on.

“…Why did you suddenly decide to leave?” His voice is calm, but there’s a clear note of betrayal. “We were both perfectly comfortable. Was there some dissatisfaction?”

You smirk and can’t resist teasing“You’re adorable when you’re needy, Azul.”

His face goes from pink to full scarlet. He adjusts his glasses again, looking anywhere but at you.

“I am not needy. This is simply… poor etiquette. If you insist on abandoning me, then please leave my room entirely.”

He’s clearly bluffing. When you laugh and climb back in, he huffs, pulls the blanket over both of you and mutters, “Next time at least give me thirty seconds’ notice before disrupting…”

Jade Leech

Jade had been sound asleep, breathing slow and even, one arm loosely around you. You carefully unwrap yourself from his arms because you’re just thirsty and you need a glass of water. You tiptoe out, get your water, drink it, and turn around, only to find Jade standing silently in the doorway like a polite horror movie ghost. No sound. No warning. Just… there…

You almost drop the glass and have a heart attack. “Jade! Seven, you scared me!”

He tilts his head, smiling that calm, eerie little smile even though his hair is messy from sleep. “Why did you leave the bed, my dear? Was something wrong?”

You explain you were only thirsty. He blinks once.

“Oh.”

That’s it. Just “oh.”

He steps aside so you can pass, then falls into step right beside you as you walk back to the bedroom. He doesn’t say another word the whole way, simply slides back into bed, opens his arms again, and waits for you to settle against him like nothing happened.

You’re pretty sure he was never actually fully asleep….

Floyd Leech

Floyd is a menace even when he’s sleepy and cuddly. The second you start to shift away he reacts instantly, long arms snake around your waist and yank you right back against his chest.

“Where do you think you’re going Shrimpy~?” he mumbles against your neck, voice whiny and dangerous at the same time. “I was comfy. Don’t move.”

You tell him you need to pee. He whines louder, squeezing you tighter.

“But I’m sooo comfortable right now… Can’t you hold it? Just five more minutes… or ten… or an hour…”

Eventually, after more dramatic complaining, he loosens his grip with a huge sigh. But the second you stand up he’s right behind you, following you all the way to the bathroom like a tall, pouty shadow. He leans against the doorframe the whole time, arms crossed, complaining under his breath.

When you come out he immediately scoops you up and carries you back to bed.

Kalim Al-Asim

You slip out quietly because you just need to pee. Kalim is a deep sleeper, so you figure he won’t even notice.

When you return a few minutes later, you’re greeted by the saddest sight…Kalim sitting in bed, hair fluffy and messy, eyes half lidded and glassy with sleep. He’s looking around the room like a lost puppy, blanket clutched in his hands.

“…Where did you go?” His voice is small and wobbly. “I woke up and you weren’t here… Did I do something? Why did you leave me?”

He looks so genuinely heartbroken that you immediately crawl back into bed and let him pull you into a tight hug.

He nuzzles into your neck, sighing in relief. “Don’t leave without telling me next time, okay?…I get worried…”

He falls back asleep almost instantly, but his arms stay locked around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear again.

Jamil Viper

You try to sneak out because you suddenly feel like studying or at least that’s the excuse you mumble when he stirs. Jamil raises one eyebrow, looking thoroughly unimpressed even though he’s still drowsy.

“Studying?” he repeats flatly.

Before you can even swing your legs fully off the bed, he reaches out and gently but firmly pulls you back down by the waist. “That’s a terrible excuse. You never study. You hate it. Try again.”

You open your mouth. He gives you the look… the one that says he sees straight through every lie. When you finally admit you just wanted to stretch or get water or whatever the real reason was, he sighs, tugs the blanket back over both of you, and wraps an arm around you a little tighter than before.

“Go back to sleep. If you actually need to get up, tell me the real reason. I don’t appreciate being lied to, even for silly reasons.”

He doesn’t fully let go until you’re both settled again, and even then one hand stays resting on your hip.

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