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𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ;

About me;

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𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ;

I'm Hannah (or Hann), you can call by any nicknames.

My pronouns: All pronoun.

I study in college, draw, cook, listen to music and do things that interest me.

Right now my top favorite characters (from twst) are:

1. Azul Ashengrotto

2. Jamil Viper

3.Ruggie Bucchi / Idia Shroud

4. Lilia Vanrouge / Rollo Flame

5. Chenya / Rook Hunt

6. Vil Schoenheit

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Warning: Most of posts are not one-shots or headcanons.

Shibusawa in pomfiore form (gacha)

Twisted wonderland x Double black (gacha)

NSFW headcanons (Vil)

What if someone replaced Yuu in their world

I'm crying because I woke up in the middle of a dream A wonderful writer who wrote a fanfic about my dream about Jamil

My drawing with Idia and Yuu from one fanfic, the author of which I forgot (gacha)

Song that suits Riddle

Riddle teaches Yuu how to ride a horse(not fanfic)

My headcanons for Azul (+ gacha)

Headcanons Kunikida Yuu ends up in Twisted Wonderland

Happy Birthday Lily and Happy New Year (not fanfic)

Ruggie and Haruhi (meme)

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Him reminded me of them ✋✋

The drawing is very beautiful, I really like it

Happy new year 🎉 starting 2025 with RSA Cheka 💛

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Haha, yes.

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I want to hug him, God, I'm crying

Oh he's so cute oh my god

My son 💔

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Happy birthday Lilia and happy new year!

Write me your thoughts in my mailbox, let's chat

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Imagine: Kunikida Doppo Yuu ends up in a Twisted Wonderland.

Yuu will be accepted as the new teacher for a while until he finds his way home (Kunikida would refuse to study with a group of stupid teenagers).

Lessons are taught like regular lessons from our world. Students are afraid of them.

Crewel and Kunikida are two tired teachers, give them a rest please...

Kunikida wonders if Crowley is really working to find a way into their world. Yuu thinks that Crowley is completely irresponsible towards the college and its students.

Yuu uses her ability to counter the overblots.

Imagine what would happen if the students found out that Yuu was declared a terrorist in their world-

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Random headcanons with Azul

Azul has soft skin in both her human and merman forms.

Azul slightly changes the color of his body in his merman form (maybe also in his human form). When he turns pale in fear, then when he is angry he turns red.

Less active during the day than at night (Octopuses are considered nocturnal animals).

Azul's body is very elastic (octopuses have no bones) and he looks like those cats that fit into containers that are too small for them.

It has sharp black teeth (octopuses have a beak, not teeth). But this is more suitable.

He has partially black spots from his merman form.

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I thought about Riddle teaching his partner Yuu how to ride a horse. I imagine that he would be very patient and very responsible about his training.

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Riddle reminds me of a song, I think it suits him.

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I don't like the end result.

This is a drawing based on one headcanon post, I forgot the author.

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Haha, I'm almost finished with this drawing. So wait for new posts.

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Hii!! I saw you had a Jamil dream(?) (I love when I have those) so I wrote a little drabble on after-relationship with Jamil? Hope you like it.

It was a very long hard day from work. There were too many deadlines and so many new projects and honestly, you're surprised you lasted this long. But the day is over, and you seriously don't want to dwell on it any longer. You unlock your front door, while muttering "knock, knock, open up" to no one in particular.

You are greeted by a delicious smell and by a tad bit confusion. "Jamil's home?', you wonder aloud. Your boyfriend often travels to places (idk lets just pretend there is a job for that), and you usually just meet up virtually. But before you could ponder a bit longer (and fully appreciate that the love of your life is home with you right now while you really really need him), a flurry of colorful feathers attacks you.

Yago (yes he's based of Iago) was very excited to see you again. Jamil had him for quite a while before you came to his life, and you've came to love the little big bird. After calming him down, you go to the kitchen. Jamil's busy cooking, so he doesn't notice you. You sneak up behind him and pepper him with kisses. He yelps, covering his face (covering his blush). After a moment, he regains his voice.

"You're home", he says, but it sounds more like a question. You nod. It felt good to be home. "Whatcha cooking", you ask, "I've never seen that before". He explains how it's a soup he found on his travels, something called sopas? It wasn't that spicy, but he thought you might like it, so he asked for the recipe.

You smiled. Your boyfriend was so caring, and you loved that about him. Suddenly, Jamil cupped your face and wiped the tears from your eyes. You didn't realize you were crying. This day must've left a bigger toll than you thought. You tried to wipe the tears away quickly, but he stopped you. And in his sweet steady responsible voice, Jamil asked you what was wrong.

Needless to say, there was lots of cuddles. The soup was packed in the fridge, to be reheated tomorrow. You spent the whole night with your arms wrapped around each other, telling each other stories about your week. It seemed that you weren't the only one who was tired. The moon watched over a sleeping pair of lovebirds (you and Jamil) and a sneaky little parrot opening its masters' fridge.

A/N hope you liked it!! I put sopas because me brain cannot think of anything soupier and also the internet couldnt find any spicy soup (it crashed i think)

Uhh, this is amazing! I really like what you wrote! I've had a very busy week and this message made my day.

Thank you very much and continue to write such good posts!

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Hellloo, what about a Diasomnia, 1, and fluff? Thank you for the advent calendar!

(Praying to both Santa and Krampus you'll choose to go with the spooky bat)

A Little Tradition || Lilia Vanrouge

For the Holiday Event! || Prompt: "Is that mistletoe?" ; Genre: Fluff

You were minding your business, sitting peacefully in the lounge, when an upside-down Lilia Vanrouge popped into your line of sight like a bat-shaped surprise.

“Is that mistletoe?” you asked, blinking at the tiny sprig dangling from his fingers.

“Indeed!” he chirped, grinning as he swung slightly, his upside-down view of the world doing nothing to lessen his mischievous energy. “And as you know, my dearest, it’s terribly bad luck not to honor its tradition!”

You raised an eyebrow. “We���re already dating, Lilia.”

“All the more reason to keep fate on our side!” he countered, shaking the mistletoe for emphasis. “Now, pucker up before doom descends upon us both.”

You sighed, half-amused, half-exasperated, but there was no resisting Lilia when he got like this. With a playful roll of your eyes, you leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

“There. Happy now?” you asked as he beamed like he’d just won a grand prize.

“Ecstatic!” he said, flipping down from wherever he’d been hanging like some kind of acrobatic cryptid. He landed gracefully beside you, tucking the mistletoe behind his ear like a jaunty accessory.

“You know you don’t need to orchestrate weird schemes just to get a kiss, right?” you teased, poking his cheek. “I’d kiss you anytime, no mistletoe required.”

He laughed, the sound warm and musical. “Ah, but where’s the fun in that? Life should always have a touch of the unexpected! Keeps things interesting, don’t you think?”

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. “You’re incorrigible.”

“And yet, you love me anyway,” he said, leaning in to nuzzle your cheek. “Admit it, you’d miss the chaos if I stopped.”

He wasn’t wrong, not that you’d give him the satisfaction of agreeing aloud. Instead, you pulled him down onto the couch with you, wrapping your arms around him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered, and he laughed again, his arms pulling you close.

“Lucky indeed,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “But I prefer to think of it as fate.”

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Heartslabyul, 2, fluff, pretty pls 🙏

Sweet on You || Deuce Spade

For the Holiday Event! || Theme: Baking/Cooking together ; Genre: Fluff

Deuce stands beside you at the kitchen counter, holding a mixing bowl as if it contains the secrets to the universe. His brows are furrowed in concentration, lips pressed into a line while his biceps flex with each stir of the dough. You, on the other hand, have entirely abandoned your share of the task in favor of shamelessly staring.

"Are you sure this is mixed enough?" he asks, glancing at you.

You blink, caught mid-thought about how unfair it is that someone can look so good doing something so mundane. "Uh, maybe a little more?" you suggest, fully aware you’re just trying to prolong the show.

Deuce nods, resuming his task with the diligence of someone training for a cookie-making marathon.

When it’s finally time to roll out the dough, the chaos begins. The cookies come out in shapes that vaguely resemble hearts...or stars...or maybe blobs. You exchange glances, then burst into laughter.

"Wow, they’re...unique," you comment, holding up a particularly squished one.

"They have character!" Deuce defends, his grin wide.

As you frost the cooled cookies, Deuce suddenly wraps his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. “I think you missed a spot,” he murmurs, pointing at a frosting-less corner.

Your heart does a somersault. “Oh, did I?”

“Yeah, right there.” His voice is low, and you’re certain he’s doing this on purpose.

With a shaky hand, you frost the spot he pointed out, trying to ignore the way your cheeks burn. “Happy now?”

He hums in response, clearly savoring your flustered state.

When you finally pull the cookies out to taste them, they’re...passable. Slightly overbaked, with uneven frosting and too many sprinkles in some places. But as you share a plate, bumping shoulders and stealing bites, you realize you don’t care.

“These are terrible,” you tease, laughing as he stuffs another into his mouth.

“They’re great because we made them,” he counters, and the sincerity in his eyes makes your heart melt faster than butter on a hot skillet.

And when he leans down to kiss the frosting off your lips, you decide that, misshapen or not, this is the best batch of cookies you’ve ever had.

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