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kingnem10 · 20 days ago
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Hi, I just found your work and I literally love all of it!!! If it’s not too much of an issue (you can delete this if you want), can I please request self aware Malleus who reader badgers with questions about fae folklore upon him coming to their world?
Like, there’s so many interesting things about fae in mythology! Is giving a fae your name really bad? Does iron hurt him? Does he get offerings? Ahhhh, my head is spinning just thinking about it!
"COURTING?!?"
Self-aware!Malleus Draconia x GN!reader
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Summary: while relaxing you ask Malleus about courting rituals among fae
Cw- fluff, gn!reader
Word count:1433
A/n: this is not proof read I fear🙂‍↕️; hopefully I did this ask right if not you have every right to call me a witch in front of the towns folk (also thank you so much for your sweet words o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o I try my best)
Mallues had always been interested in human behavior and culture, he just found them so fascinating. The complexities, the intricacies, the way humans could be so unpredictable. When he became aware of your existence he was no different wanting to know every little thing about you. To him you were like a puzzle he desperately wanted to solve.
What he didn't expect was the way you were as curious about him as much as he was with you. Since he started living with you, you'd always ask him about himself and fae. Was it true you couldn't break a promise? Was the never say thank you thing just a myth?
It was just so interesting to you. Did the fae from his world line up with the folklore from your world? You were just so curious. At first you were scared to approach him about it. Too scared it might be too personal and you might offend him. However he asks about humans all the time wouldn't it be fair if you did the same?
Malleus quietly watched you as you sprawled out across your mattress. Green eyes just taking in your features as your own skimmed across the novel you had taken a liking to as of recently.
Suddenly you rolled over on your back. The raven hair watched, confused on what you were up to, before you fully sat up and stared up at him. He searched your face for any signs of discomfort or you being upset.
“Is everything alright [Name]?” The prince asked. You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips and you lifted up your book. Malleus tilted his head confused.
“I just have a question, “ you started, closing the book. You'd constantly ask the horned fae questions so it wasn't a surprise when you sprung one out of nowhere. He let out a hum.
“ What is it, child of man?” He responded, voice soft. You looked a little flushed before clearing your throat. You met his gaze, his eyes watching you waiting for your question.
“Well it's that I'm very curious, how do fae court each other? Is it like In my books or is it completely different? “ You asked, sitting on your knees now. Malleus's eyes widened a bit and a flood of pink blush spread across his cheeks.
“Where is this coming from…” the raven hair spoke, his green eyes darting away from your face. Seeing his flustered expression made you smile a bit. You shook your head.
“Just curious is all” You said looking up at Malleus with an innocence he couldn't place. Just…curious. He cleared his throat trying to find the right words.
Finally, he let out a soft sigh and folded his hands in his lap.
“Well,” he began, his voice a bit quieter than usual, “courting among the fae is... a deeply significant and intricate process. It’s not something you enter into lightly, like any relationship it’s to be treated in a…delict matter.” He glanced at you briefly, his green eyes meeting yours before looking away again.
“Fae’s live a long time, yes;however we typically choose a partner only once so courting is very something that we do with caution “ He added. You smiled and nodded your head for the horned fae to continue.
“Courting often begins with gestures—small but meaningful acts that convey one’s intentions. Gift giving as you humans call it, usually a flower from a private garden or a trinket with a significant value would be given” Malleus spoke, placing a finger on his chin.
“Each gift is a declaration ,like a message that carries unspoken words if you will. Usually they're enchanted with magic as well” He started again
Your eyes sparkled with fascination as you leaned forward slightly. You were utterly engrossed. You'd always been a fan of the mythical world; You were always so excited whenever Malleus would answer your questions.
“woah…” you murmured. “Do both parties exchange these gifts?” you asked tilted your head. The prince’s eyes landed on you and he smiled softly. He let out a quiet hum.
“Once recognized and accepted, yes it is very common for the person to give back in signs they want to move forward, “ Malleus replied. You nodded, mouth slightly agape.
You recall something about fae being known to be possessive with their things, did that apply to partners as well?
“So Mal, I heard fae can be very territorial. Does that also apply to their partners—like um do you guys get jealous easily and stuff?”
Malleus took a moment before responding.”Well yes I do believe fae get very territorial…while I do admit we can get jealous most of the time it's more so out of a place of protection and wanting our partner to be comfortable rather than out of pure envy—not to say we don't sometimes get jealous of course” He spoked. You hummed, sitting back on your knees.
“Courting someone is like taking a small piece of you and giving it to another. It's a big commitment so it's only natural to feel a sense of possessiveness when it comes to the person you devote yourself to“ The prince added on with a shrug. You placed a hand on your chin, hanging onto his words.
“That sounds… intense,” you admitted with a chuckle, fidgeting with the drawstrings of your pajama shorts. “But also kind of romantic in a way.”
Malleus tilted his head, watching you intently. “Do you find it romantic, child of man? The idea of being cherished so deeply I mean” he said, words soft and careful.
Your heart skipped a beat at the question. The way he asked it, his voice low and steady, made you feel as though the room had somehow gotten smaller.
You fumbled for a response, you could feel the way blood rushed to your cheeks. “I-I mean, I guess so? It’s nice to think someone would care that much. But, um, I don’t think humans handle that kind of intensity as well as fae do,”
Malleus watched you with an intensity you couldn't quite place, His green eyes taking in your features and reactions.
“I suppose not,” he mused, “human emotion always amazes me, you know, such little time yet so much emotion it's truly fascinating in my opinon “ He mumbled. You hummed in response clearly lost in thought. It got silent for just a moment.
“Have you ever been jealous, Malleus?” you asked suddenly, the question slipping out before you could stop yourself.
Malleus blinked, surprised by your sudden boldness , a faint blush dusted his cheeks. He looked away, just like earlier when you had asked about courting.
“Jealousy… is not something I have experienced often. But,” he hesitated, his gaze returning to yours, “I cannot say I am immune to it…there have been times where my emotions get the better of me” the horned fae admitted.
You tilted your head, curiosity sparking in your eyes. A playful smile tugged at your lips “Oh Really? What kind of things would make someone like you jealous?” you asked, your tone teasing, yet curiosity laced your words as well.
Malleus gave a soft chuckle and playfully rolled his eyes, though his blush deepened slightly. “I suppose… moments when a certain someone I hold dea gives their attention to another,” he admitted his words more serious now. “It is not a feeling I take pride in but I cannot deny that I don't like seeing them with… others if I myself are not involve;it's selfish yes but I cannot help but feel possessive at times“
Your eyes widened a bit in surprise, you just looked down and nodded. “Yeah I honestly get that… I think it’s natural to want someone’s attention, especially when you care about them. It doesn’t make you bad, it just means… well, you care.” you muttered.
You were taken aback by the sudden feeling of slender fingers on your face. You blushed as one of Malleus’s hands found their way on your cheek. You couldn't help but melt.
“Yeah…” is all he said, yet it felt as if there was more that threatened to leave his tongue. The room was silent once more. Neither of you moved, just watched each other. The rays of the setting sun falling onto you.
If he were to court you…would you accept it? Is what he wanted to say. If he were to go home would you take his hand? Instead he just stayed quiet green eyes observing you. There's still very little he knew about humans. Very little he knew about you.
He did know he wanted to be with you...
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kingnem10 · 21 days ago
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I only accept Malleus’ dragon form no more larger than a giant husky. Period.
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kingnem10 · 21 days ago
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Happy New Year! 🎊🎈
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The ulterior motive is that he wants friends, but he thinks he’s a bad person for wanting to be friends sobb;;
My commissions are still open if anyone is interested! Happy new years!! Let’s all keep enjoying this game together for many more years to come! ^^
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kingnem10 · 21 days ago
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sorry…i didn’t end up drawing him in his school uniform. i got too invested in this
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kingnem10 · 21 days ago
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"Fascinating."
You tried to ignore Malleus Draconia and his commentary, despite him towering behind you. On occasion he would lean forward, in such close proximity that strands of his hair fell forward and tickled your neck.
"What purpose does this tool serve? Why do you simply not use magic?" he inquired.
"There is no magic in my world," you reminded him. "I guess people in the past used regular fire, but nowadays this is way easier. And safer."
Malleus took a step back as you moved to retrieve a plate. He kept his focus on the strange machine atop your counter. It ticked with each passing second. His curious green eyes were reflected in its shiny metal shell. He put his hands behind his back and watched like an old man observing street construction.
With a loud ding, two slices of bread jumped out from the device. You put them on the plate and hurried to spread butter before they cooled off. Malleus smiled with glee.
"Heh. How amusing. You never cease to amaze me with new things."
You offered him the first buttered slice, which he eagerly accepted. You'd never seen a man so enraptured by a toaster before. He dug his fangs into the golden-brown bread with a satisfying crunch.
"Only takes a couple of minutes," you boasted. "Anyone can use it, no magic required, and it cooks all sorts of stuff. Bread, frozen waffles... frozen pancakes..."
You realized maybe the toaster was not as versatile as you thought, but cooking bread and frozen breakfast goods was still plenty impressive.
Malleus polished off his snack by licking the crumbs around his mouth. "Delicious. Do you have anything more we can use? I would like to try operating this... toaster."
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kingnem10 · 21 days ago
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It's very easy to categorize the overblot as a breakdown- but all of them have a different type of lashing out.
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Riddle's behavior is a trauma response. He is not listening; instead, he is solely focused on himself, which is a reaction to not feeling heard compared to his mother. She is the person he fears the most, and although he hates that he loves her, he feels conflicted. She was supposed to help him grow, but instead, she only shielded him from the realities of life.
Leona is driven by fear. He’s afraid of finishing in first place because he’s so accustomed to starting from second. The thought of being vulnerable, admitting his fears, and acknowledging his struggles terrifies him. He is so frightened that he resorts to using dirty tricks.
Azul struggles with vulnerability; he avoids opening up or confronting his past. He remembers the child he was forced into hiding and a life of learning just to endure. This child has grown up to prefer lies over sincerity, believing that deception has brought him further in life.
Jamil is determined to gain control over his own life and choices. He feels this control is lacking due to his family's affiliation with Kalim. While he strongly desires control, this desire becomes unhealthy when it extends to others.
Vil is driven by his desire for recognition. He wants to be perceived as exceptional, a model that cannot be compared to others or regarded as inferior. He seeks to control how others view him to the extent that he is willing to manipulate their perceptions, which includes putting others down.
Idia struggles with trauma. He never overcame the death of Ortho or the events that affected him and his family. Forced to grow up quickly, he now finds himself unable to do many things that others take for granted. He struggles to communicate with people, suffers from low self-esteem, and experiences profound fear. This fear leads him to isolate himself in his room, as it feels like the only way he can cope with life.
Malleus explores the theme of loss—loss of a loved one, loss of oneself, loss of one's past, and loss of purpose. It reflects on the fear of change and the inevitability of things never being the same once someone you deeply care about is gone, even if it’s not your fault.
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kingnem10 · 22 days ago
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Everything fell apart so quickly.
Riddle was a bit rough around the edges, to say the least, but he wasn’t a bad person. You would defend his actions to anyone who questioned him. And even till the end, you fought for him. You were someone he confided in, and you did the same. You trusted each other. But now? Everything changed. The entire relationship, down to the very foundation, has changed.
He progressively became more and more strict, more and more hostile to everyone else, and at the unbirthday party, he snapped. An argument with Ace, an egg to the head, and Riddle was red with rage. But the color red quickly rotted to the sickly color of black ink.
Before you could try calming him down, Riddle Rosehearts, the housewarden of Heartslaybul, your friend, and your partner, had overblotted.
The monstrous Queen of Hearts looming behind him, Riddle’s entire appearance changed drastically. His face more pale, his eyes beaming with red anger, his clothes marked, torn, and replaced by darkness. The dark queen of hearts stood before everyone in Heartslaybul. Everyone was panicking, wondering what to do. But, there you were. Watching him, and you found yourself…intrigued.
“OFF WITH ALL YOUR HEADS!”
The booming voice of Riddle demanded, Trey’s magic the only thing saving everyone from certain doom. But before Riddle could respond, his eyes glanced over at you. The one person he could trust, that he knew would always have his back. You see him lift his hand up, beckoning you to come over with one finger.
Everyone looks on in shock as you carefully approach. Once you get close to him, his gloved hand caresses your cheek, before grabbing your jaw roughly.
“My dear…show them. Show them what true devotion looks like.”
And…you smile, his form now up close with you, it’s one of the most hauntingly beautiful things you have ever seen. His grin widens as he lets go of your chin, seeing your smile, your blush. Never breaking eye contact with him, you sink to your knees, and get on all fours, bowing your head to him. Riddle’s laugh rings in your ears as you feel his heeled boot pressing down on top of your head, forcing your face into the ground.
“There you go my love…bow for me. You’ve always listened to me, and now you will be properly rewarded for it, with a new life…”
Riddle gently grinds his boot on top of your head, before you feel yourself being lifted by the Queen of Hearts, levitating behind Riddle, almost as a trophy.
“I will paint everything red…everything…because…the law of this world, the judge, the jury, and the executioner, is ME!”
There was no more talk, the battle took place. You watched on from your perch. At first, horrified at the events transpiring, but then over time, enjoying the spectacle of it all. Watching the love of your life, teach these insolent brats a very painful lesson. Riddle himself is fighting with an anger you’ve never seen before, as if he was fighting to protect something as well. You found it beautiful. What was once a beautiful garden surrounding the unbirthday party, has now been stained with the color red. The students that remained, now forever armed with a collar, their magic sealed. The dark sky remains as you find yourself lowered back down to Riddle’s level.
“Now…nothing will come between us anymore. The rules will remain, as will be our rule, until the end of time itself.”
Riddle grabs you by the arm and pulls you towards him, kissing you. You feel the ink sticking and leaking down your chin as you respond in kind. Mesmerised by the beautiful monster in front of you. Your knees weaken as you find yourself shrinking beneath him through the kiss. And as he pulls away, seeing you beneath him, a smile creeps its way to his face. Your eyes sparkling with love, respect, and utter devotion, to someone who may as well be, your new god.
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kingnem10 · 22 days ago
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It’s a beautiful morning, it’s a beautiful day. Everybody is smiling, in a beautiful way. The sun peeks through your curtain at Heartslaybul. You can hear the sound of your fellow students laughing, having a great time. Ace and Deuce, your friends, likely out causing mischief and chaos with Grim. Trey can be heard baking in the kitchen, the delicious smell of pastries causing your stomach to growl. Cater can be heard laughing outside, taking various pictures with people, and of himself.
“Hey! Focus!”
A ruler slaps down on your desk as you snap out of your daydream and into reality. It’s a beautiful day outside, and you’re stuck in here!
“You will fail this class if you don’t pass this test. So, as the duty of the queen, I will be spending all day helping you study. I would hope you don’t let this opportunity slip through your fingers again, or it’s off with your head!”
Riddle Rosehearts, the housewarden of Heartslaybul, but emphasis on warden. He’s extremely strict with the other students, expecting them to uphold all of the many, MANY, rules of the dorm. All from the Queen of Hearts herself. His standards are high, for others, for himself, and for you, especially on education.
Yet, as he looks at you with a frown, one of slight disappointment at your pathetic ability to get past basic math, you can’t help but look at him with appreciation. He’s strict yes, but he’s doing it for you, his partner. He just wants you to succeed, so you can be happier in the future. He just goes about it in his own way. Seeing him smile is worth it, his blue-grey eyes, red hair, the way the corners of his mouth curl up-
“Stop daydreaming! Focus!”
Another ruler cracks down on your desk as you yelp slightly, your daydreaming will be the death of him.
“I’m sorry sir.”
You respond quickly, before getting back to work. A massive practice book awaits you, filled with page after page of arithmetic. Math. Your arch rival. It’s never been your strong suit, and it only got worse once letters started getting involved. What the hell is Lim? Calculus, but you wish you could calculate a way out of this. And you did! For about a week. Riddle had to tie you to your bedroom to get you to focus on studying, which you weren’t exactly upset about, the being tied up part at least, much to Riddle’s chagrin.
So, try as you might, you try to make sense of the Fundamental Theorem, but time ticks on to no avail. Riddle can sense your frustration, and truthfully, he hates seeing you clearly struggling. Why don’t you just ask him for help?
“Stop. It’s like this.”
Riddle gets closer as he takes your pen, beginning to write down step by step how to solve the equation. Your heart almost stops at his sudden closeness, and you pray he can’t hear your heart pounding. He glances back at you, making sure your eyes are on the page, and you quickly revert your focus. Riddle manages to break it down to the most basic possible level, easing you along. It’s the best way for you to learn, and sure enough, you begin following along. Things start to click. As he pulls away, he hands you your pen.
“Just like that. Understand? Now, keep going.” You take the pen, and with a bit of renewed life, you get back to work.
The sunlight has long since faded, replaced by the moonlight. A desk lamp is the only thing illuminating the room. You made a ton of progress in the workbook, and you are as prepared as you will likely ever be for the upcoming exam.
But you’ve been working all day, and you passed out. Asleep, head right on the desk. Riddle gives you a few minutes, before realizing you are not going to be waking up anytime soon.
“You really will be the death of me, you know that?”
Riddle says quietly to himself as he walks over, grabbing a blanket off your bed, and gently wrapping it around you. Once he does so, he turns to leave, before hesitating. Another sigh, and he turns back to you, leaning down, and softly kissing your cheek.
“I’m proud of you. Always remember this.”
He whispers, before leaving the room quietly closing the door behind him. Leaving you, asleep on your desk, blanket around you, and the faintest smile and blush on your face. A beautiful dream is in your future, a future that looks to be brighter than ever, with the Queen of Hearts watching over you.
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kingnem10 · 24 days ago
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i had a vision
the vision demands that i shake that sukeban drawing with my grubby hands
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kingnem10 · 1 month ago
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My random thoughts that need to be expressed.
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NSFW, gentle Vil and just fluff.
I'm currently thinking about NSFW headcanons with Vil.
Think that due to his full schedule, he would set aside one or two days for your romantic / erotic days.
Going on a date to a restaurant / engage in a common hobby (maybe watch movies, etc?).
Which will slowly turn into a slow and gentle kissing session. But if you don’t have the desire today, then he doesn’t mind staying and doing other things with you.
He's probably the type who makes love once or twice a month, but it will be memorable and sensual.
A person who leaves no traces or one who makes them in less noticeable places.
Teasing and making you beg.
Please praise him-
Slow and gentle with a hint of pepper .
After that, he helps clean up the bed from your terrible night.
Slowly massages your tired body and praises you.
Together you take care of your skin by applying creams and putting on face masks.
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kingnem10 · 1 month ago
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Bad dream
Don't worry, it will be fine, right? You always come out on top! You always survive, right? This must all just be a bad dream, and you will wake up soon!
After all, you have to take care of Grim.
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kingnem10 · 1 month ago
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@ceruleancattail posts about housewarden Cater making reader be on the stage are yummy, but imagine...
Cater's barely paying to the poor Heartslabyul student whose on trial below his podium, instead he's more focused on his phone. You're sitting beside him, twirling your hair apathetically as you're pressed into his side, watching the student shiver in fear below.
"I'd say make him scrub the toilets," You murmured, letting go of your hair and resting your head on his shoulder.
"Hmm," Cater hummed, finally glancing away from his phone, clearly not interested enough in whatever this sad sap did. "Whatever you say, babe~" The cute smile on his face contrasted the student who watched on in mild horror. After all, Cater's punishments were never always as they seemed.
And with you by his side, they were always sure to be done exactly the way Cater wanted it. After all, you had become the queen's executioner.
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kingnem10 · 1 month ago
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“A trendy kiss
with Cater Diamond”
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You had held him so gently. While peppering his face in red lipstick kisses, you failed to notice the fondness in his eyes. You’d, instead, mistaken it for discomfort.
“Cater, is this okay?” He focused in on your eyes, maintaining his most stable eye contact. It wasn’t a shocker that you of all people would ask for his consent or permission. No, never. But it surprised him that anyone at all would put this much effort into him.
“It’s…” he drifted his gaze to your hands on your lap. He held his breath as he reached for them. “…fine.”
With a hand on the lipstick bottle and the other on his cheek, (careful of the marks from earlier), you leaned in again. But as you were about to press the final touch against his jaw, you paused.
“Sevens, you’re perfect.” And his heart stopped
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kingnem10 · 1 month ago
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Hi ego !! :D!! I love your arts !
I just want to ask something in twst cuz the new jp update…
Spoiler ( even tho it’s nothing serious..)
I just wanted to know about deuce real hair colors, cuz i know he dyed his hair before but i need to know if its was naturally blonde, or naturally dark-blue ??
Because i first thought it was blue but then the dreams thing in deuce part shows him with blonde and. I was like (???? Wasn’t he naturally dark blue??) and just.. my brain stopped braining ( i just don’t understand jps language, and English not my first language too so not all lot of sentences i can understand-)
thank you! :D
the blue is his natural color -- he says somewhere earlier in the story that back in his delinquent days, he would bleach his hair blonde (as a reference to the Japanese stereotype of delinquent teens having bleached hair). so him being blonde in the dream is a little visual sign that he's back in that mindset!
I get the confusion though, especially because Dilla has two-tone blonde/blue...I'm still not sure if that's her natural color or if she, like, also dyed her hair for some reason. misplaced solidarity, maybe...?
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kingnem10 · 1 month ago
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I have these silly little headcanon of what diasomnia does on the holidays or during them, and I feel like they should be heard by the general public because my thoughts need to be heard.
The hall's are decked out with Christmas items, from red bows, to wreathes and stuff, and LILIA is wearing a Christmas wreath as a scarf because it's a fashion statement, and if you insult it or point it out he'll say you have no taste.
SEBEK is wearing an ugly sweater, that lights up!! And he falls in love with rudolph for some reason because the story reminds him of MALLEUS somehow, and he just cries as he reads a children's book . . . in private of course. Would he scrapbook with the picture book . . maybe.
SILVER, dresses up as Santa Claus because he has white hair and as such everyone agrees he should do it, so there's just a confused as fuck Silver in the middle of the room, on a arm chair, with a white beard on, and he's wearing red and a santa hat, and for some reason he's holding a spatula that has a bell tied to it, and he just wakes up when you walk into the room, shakes his little bell thingy and very confusedly goes, "ho ho ho . . ho?", because he himself has no idea what the fuck is going on.
Also MALLEUS, decorates the room, and instead of angels and shit, he has these weird hybrid gargoyle angels in the room, and they look so wacky, and instead of a star one of those statues are on top of the tree.
And like shitty cardboard cut-outs of all five of your faces as tree ornaments, because I feel like that would be cute, and SEBEK probably hung them up and tied little pretty bows with the ribbon . . he also probably colour coordinated that shit.
commissions / discord server / masterlist
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kingnem10 · 1 month ago
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I saw a clip from Cater's dream where Leona says that Trey and Cater wanted to use riddle in the past and Deuce is like, ''But they're kind and sincere upperclassmen!'' But Idia and Leona just laughs at him lmao
I am eating that information up. Trey isn't who he portrays himself to be.
He doesn't bake with love, called Ramshackles a dump in book 1(which is true but he framed and corrected it in a nicer way which made it sound meaner), and now Leona and Idia to an extent thinking he and Caterr had plans to manipulate Riddle?
I LOVE IT AND EATING ALL OF IT UP
From his sleepwear card, he isn't a morning person which is unexpected since he grew up in a bakery where you need to wake up really early to prep and he does that in heartslabyul too.
Now putting his hidden personality in a romantic relationship...
It's just a theory of mine but I think Trey doesn't actually enjoy or even like baking that much. Too much work. But it keeps Riddle on the line and it's what his family does so he just HAS to do it.
If he was with someone, would he bake something out of love? Or would he show his love through other means? Would he get secretly tired if his partner always demands sweets?
I wanna play around with this side of him a little bit. Hoping his real personality will be shown in his dream
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kingnem10 · 2 months ago
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The sun peeks through the curtains, bringing a touch of light to a dim room. The temperature is cozy, not too warm, and definitely not too cold. You feel a radiating warmth surrounding your body, laying on top of a cozy mattress. The blankets are made of the finest material, adding to your comfort, and your warmth.
You yawn, what time is it? You reach for your phone, picking it up from the nearby shelf, charged up, it turns out, it’s noon.
Well…that’s a bit late. Might as well get up and get the day started. You try and sit up off the bed, before you feel an arm roughly pulling you back down with a thud.
Turning around, you’re face to face with your boyfriend, Leona Kingscholar. His long flowing brown hair flowing messily down his face and body, but you can swear you make out the faintest shit eating grin on his face, despite his closed eyes implying he should be asleep.
You try and squirm, but to no avail. He has his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. You can feel his warmth, you can see his subtle breathing, his ears twitch slightly at your movements.
“...Leona?”
You whisper to him, trying to wake him up, a tall task. But, another ear twitched. He hears you. He just chooses to ignore you. The audacity.
“...Leona, wake up”
You whisper again softly, kissing his nose before it scrunches up. A small grunt is heard from him, before he finally speaks,
“Why?”
You go silent, knowing exactly where this is going. There is no class today, and as far as Leona is concerned, you have no plans today, just like him. His grin gets a bit wider.
“That’s what I thought.”
Leona pulls you closer, your face resting against his slightly exposed chest. You feel his tail wrapping around your body. A subtle sign of love and protection.
“Go back to sleep, herbivore…”
Well, might as well. Try as you might, you are not getting out of this. But that’s what you like about him, the long naps, cuddling together in his bedroom. A mutual understanding of each other. His smile that melts your heart. His beautiful green eyes you could get lost in.
Your thoughts are cut off when you feel him kiss you gently on your forehead. A gentle kiss, and gentle and quick lick on the same spot, and any resistance you had evaporated in seconds. The power he has over you. He’s evil, and he knows it.
And just like that, he falls back asleep, leaving your head in a daze. Coming back to reality, you nuzzle him slightly, and whisper again.
“...love you Leona.”
As frustrating as he can be, you wouldn’t trade him for the world. And as the sun rises, the two of you remain joined together, the sleepy lion prince, and his herbivore partner.
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