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AAAAAAA THAT WAS SO CUTE THANK YOU VERY MUCH *TIGHT HUG* IT WAS JUST WHAT I WANTED <33

IM SO GLAD OMGG!! YOU'RE VERY WELCOME!!!

Again I'm sorry it took me so long to get this request done🙏

I was worried that I maybe took the request too literally or I went off the prompt at times. Not to mention I had a little bit of a hard time with Vil. However, I'm ecstatic that you enjoyed it and it was to your liking! Thank you so much for requesting something! <3

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yeiii requests open ^^/, amh if it's not a bother, I wanted headcanons for jamil, rook and vil with their mc fem who is very overprotective and affectionate with her little sister (who is rlly cute :'3) even on several occasions they find them playing together to the manicure or beauty salon like they pretend to be ladies who tell each other gossip and everything xd , it's all thanks <33

Pairings: Jamil Viper/Rook Hunt/Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1066

Warnings: None!

Author Note: I was a little confused as to how to write this, but I tried my best! I hope I conveyed what you had wanted anon :)

Prompt: Reader has a younger sister who they're affectionate and overprotective of.

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Jamil just gets it. Having a younger sister of his own he understands the overprotective nature that can come with the older sibling package.

What he doesn’t understand is how affectionate you are towards your younger sister. He himself has never been like that with Najma, so it was foreign for him. But something about it was really sweet and he couldn’t help but smile when you talked about her.

“What did you and your sister do today?” he asks.

“Oh we did so much! I took her out to a nail salon to get our nails done. She’s been asking me to go and I couldn’t help but give in.” 

“Did you have fun?” 

“Of course! We pretended to be gossipping like in the movies, but in reality we were just talking about a movie we saw a bit ago.” you laugh, recalling the memories.

Jamil had thought it was cute that you loved your younger sister so much. There were plenty of instances where he caught you two playing around and left you two be. Though he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want to possibly join in. It wasn’t that he wanted to join in because of the activity, but just to spend time with you. He loves you and loves your sister, but sometimes he can’t help but feel a little jealous that she seems to be getting more attention than him. It was petty he knows, but as long as you two could spend time together, he didn’t mind if your sister tagged along.

“Are you going to be with your sister today?” he asks cooly.

“Yeah, it’s our spa day today!” you exclaimed.

“Do you mind if I come along? I can bring some snacks.”

“What!? Really!? Of course you can come along!” 

“Alright, I’ll start preparing the snacks. Let me know when it starts.”

“Will do.”

Rook is someone who’s completely unphased. He actually finds it absolutely beautiful that you love your sibling as much as you do. Not to mention how hard you fight to protect her. It’s beaute! (as he would say, or rather exclaim).

Whenever he hears about your escapades with your sister he eagerly asks to come along to the next one. To which you oblige and you three always end up having the best time.

“I hear you’re going out, may I accompany you two?” he eagerly asks.

“Well I don’t see why not.” you shrug.

“Yay! One more person to gossip with!” your younger sister giggles.

“Aw you’re just so cute. Like a petit lapin in the springtime for the first time.” 

While your sister finds Rook a little bit odd, she still likes him and finds him funny and expressive so she loves having him around.

Rook was always delighted to accompany you and your sister. As you two were to him. Anytime spent with you was enough for him. It was only a bonus that your sister was there too. 

While two makes company and three makes a crowd, he’d disagree with that full heartedly. Three make just as much company as two would without it being a crowd.��He loves playing around with you and your sister as there’s so much beauty within sibling love.

However there are instances where it’s just you and your sister. To which you obviously don’t mind. So you watch movies together or just play around like utter fools. Little do you know a certain hunter was carefully watching over you two from the trees.

“Ah, what a beautiful sibling relationship. One can only help but wish they had what you two have.” he says under his breath, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips.

Vil finds your overprotectiveness cute. Even though he’s never had a sibling of his own, he can easily understand your willingness to protect your younger sister. Heck, if he had a younger sibling he’d most likely act the exact same.

In a way, because he lacks siblings of his own he somewhat seems to take your sister under his wing and sometimes spoil and dote on her. To which you don’t particularly mind, you’re quite relieved that they get along. 

If you lack any clothing knowledge? Make-up knowledge? He’s got it all. Whenever you two are going to play dress up or go to some sort of salon, she always asks if Vil can be there. You truly have no reason to say no, hence if he’s not booked up from his job, he’ll join you guys without a second thought.

“Are we going to go out today?” Your younger sister will ask.

“Well of course, you said you wanted to go to the clothing store for some new clothes.” 

“WAIT!” Her sudden burst of energy startles you.

“What is it?” 

“Can Vil come along! He knows so much about clothes and I really want him to help me.” 

“I could ask, but I can’t guarantee anything. He’s very busy, you know.” You sigh, taking out your phone.

You shoot him a quick text. You knew that it was slightly sudden as you and your sister were just about to leave, but only a minute passes by and he responds.

“Oh! He said he’ll be here in a few minutes!” You smile at your sister.

She squeals in response, jumping around in utter glee. 

“You’re so cute you know!” You exclaim, putting your arms around her, pulling her into a semi-tight hug. “God I could just eat you up, nom nom nom!”

“Stop that!” she laughs, jokingly trying to push you away. 

You two stay like that for a little while longer as you wait for him. While you were in the middle of a play fight, you heard the doorbell ring. When you had tried to get up from your position from smothering your sister (with your love), she grabbed your hand and followed you to the door.

From the outside of the door, Vil could hear you two messing around. A small smile graces his usually stern face and a low laugh climbs its way out of his throat.

“They’re so cute.” he whispers, just as you open the door.

“Are you ready?” You ask him, a giant smile on your face.

“Only if you two are.” 

“ALWAYS!” Your sister responds happily, running towards him.

“I’m glad, let’s get going.” He said, taking her hand in his.

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Ramble #10

OMG SO SORRY FOR BEING MIA- been busy with school and personal stuff that writing hasn’t been in my primary to do.. HOWEVER, I’ll be able to get out a few requests in the near future so please look forward to it! I appreciate everyone’s patience with me :’)

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SR Rook Hunt Tsumsitter Voice Lines

Quick reminder that Tsumsitter SR/R cards do not have vignettes. Due to event restrictions, Groovy related lines are locked until the event has been cleared. I will update once these are unlocked. Login line has been captured.

Summon Line: Très bien! What an absolutely perfect shape! These beautiful curves... It's enough to make me sigh.

Groooovy!!: ––LOCKED––

Home: I'm off to search for beauty with my Tsum...

Home Idle 1: I know now why it appeared here, but I can tell just by looking in the Tsum's eyes that it holds no animosity.

Home Idle 2: Oh? The Tsum had no scent earlier, but now there is a strong floral fragrance coming from it. Perhaps it used the perfume we have at the dormitory.

Home Idle 3: Kalim's Tsum is extraordinarily affable. I was able to quickly become friends with it.

Home Idle - Login: My little Tsum friend here has an excellent nose for beauty. Fufu, I do so enjoy spending time with it.

Home Idle - Groovy: ––LOCKED––

Home Tap 1: Everything about these Tsums, from those cute, round eyes, to that way it does its best to run on its tiny, little feet... It just makes me want to watch them forever.

Home Tap 2: Oh, I see Ortho is flying through the air while carrying his Tsum. Fufu, it warms my heart to see them both look so happy.

Home Tap 3: I watched Jade's Tsum merrily stroll through the botanical gardens, and I felt as though it was enjoying the peace and quiet as if it were in the mountains.

Home Tap 4: Just a moment ago, the Tsum put paint on its belly and started painting graffiti on the dormitory lounge floor. I cannot wait to see its completed masterpiece!

Home Tap 5: To have a Tsum that looks like my own self coincidentally fall from the sky and into my lap... This is nothing short of a miracle!

Home Tap - Groovy: ––LOCKED––

Requested by @kiingsroars.

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100 notes and I'll draw fanart of Octa Trio dying in a glue trap.

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"Do you think fairytales are fiction?"

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rolling on the floor laughing.

hope this hasn't been done already but i still think about this meme a lot

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Jamil, Ace, Trey, Jade, Floyd, Azul

Octratrio

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bonsoir, how are you ? well it's my first request if you dont mind, please a fanfiction for vil schoenheit x gender reader (she always had a crush on him but never tell him being afraid of being rejected( he dont knows) and because sometimes she find him a little too mean, yeah it's vil but we still love him ! ❤️), she always takes care of him, and always gets worried about him, she treat him like a mother treats her son but in a good way, ( because she knows he doesn't grown up or know what's the real feeling to have a mother), like she will looking at him with tears in her eyes and puts her hand on his face slowly caress it feeling sad, because her feelings inside was like a war she dont know what to do then cry ( she loves him but cant be with him being afraid of not being happy with him) and you can decide what will happend a good or bad ending (i use she but the reader is gender, because it was more easy to use "she") ( thank you and good luck !! 🙏 💕💗💟)

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Genre: slight angst to fluff

Word Count: 3149

Warnings: some slight angst, but worry not it's not too bad! (not proofread)

Author Note: I am doing so fantastic. This is my first ever request and I'm literally jumping on the walls so happy and excited!! I hope that I can live up to your expectations anon! Also sorry it took so long, school got in the way but I hope you enjoy nonethless! &lt;3

Prompt: The reader has a crush on Vil, but is afraid of his rejection thus they hide it away. However, they still care for him and try their best to be by his side whenever he needs it.

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It’s always been like this. Just you and him, him and you. Friends and nothing more. That’s how you’d always thought it would be. But as fate had it, you just had to fall for him. It wasn’t like you wanted to, but there was just something about him that you couldn’t resist. Was it his personality? His determination and persistence for the utterly beautiful? Or was it his small ways of showing that he cared and wanted the best for you. You really couldn’t tell, but you had surmised that it was most likely all of them. He was beautiful, graceful, ethereal. But, you knew he already knew that. What could you say that he hasn’t heard before from his most devoted fans? Let alone, if you did confess, what would come of it? He’s sure to have had many confessions, yours would only be a small boat in a raging ocean.

One thing was for sure. You two were friends, possibly good ones at that. There were times he’d rely on you for the small things, maybe a small irritation of the day or his job as a model or actor. It was the little things. Despite the friendship you two had, it was rare he ever REALLY opened up to you about his feelings. Yeah, maybe he showed a little more in front of you than anyone else. But you knew that it wasn’t his full self and that bothered you. If you couldn’t be his significant other, then you would want to be there for him as a friend. That’s all you could do.

“So, anything going on today, Vil?” you asked, sitting at his vanity.

“Nothing much to say I suppose. Just the usual antics of Epel and Rook.” he hummed, brushing your hair lightly.

“I see, how are your jobs? Is anyone giving you trouble? I wouldn’t want anyone to be a nuisance to you.” 

“No, everything is fine at work. I love how you always worry about me. If anyone gives me trouble I’d deal with it swiftly, have no fear.” 

“Well of course, we’re friends after all!” you exclaimed.

“Indeed we are. I wouldn’t have it any other way dear.”

You were taken aback. This was the first time he had ever called you dear. Otherwise it was the unfavorable nickname of “potato.” But, you knew that it was more so a term of endearment than an insult, at least now after you’ve gotten to know him and vice versa. Vil had taken notice of your silence, stopping his hand from moving the brush along your hair.

“Is something the matter?”

“Oh- No, it’s nothing. You’ve just never called me that before.” you mumbled, looking away from his reflection within the mirror.

“Call you what? What did I say?” he sounded genuinely confused.

“You really didn’t hear yourself? You called me dear. Usually you call me a potato, if I’m lucky you use my actual name.” “Did I really? Ah, I’m sorry, it must’ve slipped on accident.”

The word stung. An accident. That must mean he really didn’t mean it as anything more. Maybe he calls everyone dear and it just slipped from that. Maybe it was just a general term. You tried to not think much of it, solely because you know that it’ll eat away at your soul for the rest of the week. 

“It’s ok.” you responded, a little dejection in your voice. “Mistakes happen.”

The atmosphere was slightly tense, it was strange. The tension between the two of you had always been decent, sometimes he did get on your nerves with his snide comments, but you knew he didn’t mean it as such. However, this tension just felt, wrong. It was foreign. 

“Well, if you don’t want me to call you dear anymore, just let me know. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He placed the brush back onto the vanity, his manicured hand just making it into your peripheral vision.

“Nono, it didn’t make me uncomfortable, not at all. I just wasn’t expecting it. That’s all. You can call me what you want, just not a potato.” a comical sigh escapes your lips.

“Haha, we’ll see. I think it suits you.” he chuckles.

“Har har so funny.”

It was then the tension vanished. Like it had never been there in the first place. It had caught you off guard that it was hard to get out of your head for the upcoming days. Every time you saw Vil, you felt that strange tension rise throughout your body once again. The way he said “dear” repeating itself in your head. He didn’t seem to show anything though. It could’ve just been you. Maybe he didn’t even feel anything at that moment as you did. It was probably one sided no doubt. 

The next few days went as normal. Classes commenced and work was distributed. Lately the work from your classes had you bogged down, the material being harder to comprehend than the rest. Hence, you had an idea.

“Hey Vil, I had an idea.” you had caught him walking to the mirrors to go back to Pomefiore. “What is it?” 

“I was just thinking we should do a study session together. Some of this work is confusing to me and I thought you could help.”

“Well, I do have some errands I need to run before we can do that. But, it shouldn’t take long. You can wait in the lounge and I’ll come and get you when I come back. How does that sound?”

“Perfect! I’ll be waiting! Just please let me know if you can’t make it. I don’t want to worry about you AND be sitting awkwardly alone in the Pomefiore common room.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine and I’ll let you know.”

You watched as he gave you a small smile, as his blonde locks vanished from your view into the deeper part of the Pomefiore dorm. You sighed as you sat down on the luscious couch, twiddling your thumbs as you waited. Be it patiently one second and impatiently the next. You watched as the residents walked past you, giving you a glance then pretending like you weren’t there. It was normal, at least around there. Time seemed to slip through your fingertips until you finally felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. It was Vil. Did something happen? Is he ok? Were the only thoughts in your head as you hastily unlocked your phone. His text stated that he had gotten caught up in an accident in the lab, so he was going to go clean up. He said to meet him in his room. You did as it said and made your way down the elegantly decorated hallways until you came to his room. You knocked lightly, making sure not to disturb anyone else around. After a few seconds of awkwards silence you hear rustling and a soft “You can enter.” To that, you slowly opened the door and saw Vil sitting in his vanity drying his hair.

“Sorry about the wait. A student used the wrong chemical and caused a mishap in the lab. I had to help clean and reprimand them for being so careless.” His voice sounded a little annoyed.

“No worries! I was more worried about you than anything. I thought something bad happened. As a matter of fact I almost dropped my phone trying to get into it to see your text.” a nervous chuckle escapes your lips.

“Really? What could you have possibly envisioned that made you worry so much about me?” 

“Well, it’s just, anything is possible. You never know what could happen. I just wanted to be ready. I worry about you a lot, you know.” You walked over to him, awkwardly standing by his side.

“That is most definitely true. But no matter what the world throws at me, I will always overcome it.”

“I know you would. Here let me help you.” you proceeded to softly grab the towel from his grip, taking it into your own and lightly drying his hair, “Not that I don’t trust you to dry your own hair but sometimes another set of hands can help get the excess water out. I wouldn’t want you to get sick. It wouldn’t be good for you or your career.” 

“Worry wart.”

“As always.” 

Afterwards, you helped Vil to blow dry his hair and went on to studying. He had helped you out greatly on the material you were struggling with, not to your surprise. It was nice. A nice domestic moment between you two that would forever stay with you. It was times like these that you knew why you fell for him. The times where it’s just you and him, him and you. 

The study session closed up around 8 or so. With the delay you had only gotten in a few hours, but you were most grateful nonetheless for the help. It was late and it was dark, you wondered how you’d get back to Ramshackle. Maybe you’d run into Tsunotaro, who knows.

“I really appreciate your help Vil. You saved me a lot of heartache.”

“No worries, potionoligy is my specialty. I’m actually glad you asked me.”

“Really? Why?”

“Well, I actually wanted to spend some alone time with you. Plus, it showed me that you rely on me and I really like that. I know when it comes down to it, it’s always you listening to my measly little problems. But it’s nice to know that you finally came to me for something.” a smile graced his face.

“O-oh.. Well, of course I relied on you. I knew you were good at it and we’re friends so- I just thought I’d ask and it paid off.” a blush creeps across your cheeks.

“It did, I know you’ll do well on those tests. Good luck dear. I’ll have Rook take you back to Ramshackle, I wouldn’t want you going alone at night like this.”

“Yeah I assumed. Thank you Vil.”

“Of course. You’re very dear to me and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Y-yeah, ok.”

You then gathered your stuff and made your way towards the lounge. Rook was sitting with Epel, presumably also doing work, and when he saw you his eyes lit up.

“Ah trickster! Are you done studying with Vil?” 

“Yeah, we just finished up. He told me you’d guide me back to Ramshackle.”

“Indeed I will. Come now, let us away into the beautiful night!”

The walk was nice and refreshing. The cold air hitting you just right as you walked alongside Rook. You couldn’t help but think about the last few words that came from Vil’s mouth. How he thinks you’re dear to him, how he called you dear again without a second thought, how you helped to dry his hair. The small intimate moments flowing through your head like a cinema wheel. You were probably blushing. However, it seemed that Rook was pretending not to notice as he made no comments towards it, just a small sly smile. After a bit you and Rook and arrived at Ramshackle, he bid you a goodnight and promised to pass on that you had wished Vil a goodnight. He waved you goodbye and left, his purple robes disappearing into the night.

That night you felt like you couldn’t sleep. The thoughts overflowing your head. You both loved and hated Vil. Not hated in the sense that you despise him, but you hated him because he eluded you. You couldn’t tell if the way he talked to you was as a friend or as something more. You didn’t want to assume but it was really hard to tell and part of you really wanted to believe that it was meant on a more intimate level. But the other part of you felt that it was just the way he talks to friends. There was no way he would ever fall for you. You were just friends and that’s how it should be and how it should stay. You would have this dull aching pain in your chest then the words “Sorry I don’t feel that way about you.” repeat over and over in your head. And that was the nicest rejection your brain let you think. Otherwise it was an onslaught of things that you’d never want to hear from him. You loved Vil, both as a friend and something potentially more. You couldn’t ever fathom impeding that friendly love with your personal feelings. You wanted to keep him in your life and if it meant shoving your feelings down and being just his friend who supports him on the sidelines, you’ll do it.

Eventually you fell asleep, a burning feeling in your heart persisted. The next day everything was the same. Classes and work. However you hadn’t seen Vil at all. Usually you’d pass by him a few times throughout the day, a small smile and wave are exchanged. If you were lucky, some words too. But you didn’t see a single blond lock of his. It was strange. You tried not to worry as you knew nothing would come of it, however, you still couldn’t help it. 

“What if he’s sick…” you mumbled under your breath.

“If who’s sick?” A familiar voice said behind you.

“AH! V-VIL?” you exclaim.

“Yes, that is my name after all.” 

“I-I was just wondering if you were.. Er.. sick. I got worried since I didn’t see you throughout the day.” 

“Always a worrywart. I’m fine. We just happened to miss each other that’s all. It was the timing.”

“I see, I’m sorry I can’t help but worry.”

“I know, I can tell. But, it’s cute.”

“Cute?” you were, once again, caught off guard.

“Yes, very cute. Ah, look at the time, I need to get to my next class. Meet me in the Pomefiore lounge after school. I need to ask you something.”

“Uh, ok? Sure, see you then.”

“See you then.” 

You were left stunned. He called you cute. CUTE. Once again the two sides of you were at war. One side saying it means something more, the other saying it means nothing. A seemingly never ending war. You really wished it would end, you didn’t know if you could take it anymore quite frankly. It was taking a toll on you and you weren’t sure if you could keep up hiding your feelings away before they just exploded out.

After school you sat in the lounge, waiting for Vil to arrive. You were actually only waiting at least 5 minutes until he showed up. Still in his school uniform and all. He slightly perked up seeing you, walking towards you. He gently took your hand and led you towards his room in a somewhat hasty manner.

“Vil what is this about?” you stumbled a slight bit behind him.

“I’ll tell you in a second. Just hold on.”

He let go of your hand, the warmth instantly becoming cold, as he opened his dorm room door. Slowly he leads you in and sits you down on the ottoman seat at the foot of his bed. 

“Is the second ever coming?” you were worried. 

“Yes.” he settled in, taking off his gloves, blazer, and vest. “Alright, I have a question for you.” he then moves to sit next to you.

“Alright?”

“I know this might be a little forward but lately I’ve been thinking. Is there someone you’re interested in?”

“Well you weren’t kidding with being forward.” 

“We’re close right? What’s a little question like this?” a small smirk forming on his face.

“Er- Well you’re right. I mean, I technically do but.. I don’t know if they feel the same.”

“Oh. I see.” He seemed slightly dejected.

“Why do you ask? You were fiddling with your blazer.

“I ask because there’s someone I’ve been eyeing lately. But I wasn’t sure if they were free for the picking per se.”

Your heart dropped.

“I’m sure that they’re available. You should just ask.” “What about you? Why don’t you just confess to the person you’re interested in.”

“Uh…” you looked away from his lavender eyes.

“Exactly. You’re afraid of their rejection. As am I to this one person. Funny how someone as confident as me can cower at the mere thought of rejection.” 

“We’re all human after all. Even the strongest can falter at something like this. But, please. Just take a shot. If you do… I’ll take my shot too. How about that?”

“You make a great proposal. Alright, I suppose I’ll do it.” He gets up, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“Y/N.”

“Yes, that’s me.” You said, mocking him from earlier.

“I think I can see something more than a simple friendship. I love how you worry about me, I love how you treat me like just another person. Not just Vil Schoenheit. But just Vil. I love your friendship, I love how cute you are, I love your personality, I love your everything. Y/N, I love you.”

You were stunned. It felt like the world just stopped. Time stopped moving, nature stopped working, and your body wouldn’t respond to your cries to move, talk, speak, anything. You couldn’t move a single thing at that moment. You swear you forgot how to breathe.

“Are you alright?” a small drip of panic coating his words.

“I-” you manage to stutter out, “I-I um… I’m sorry, please give me a moment.” 

“Yes, of course. Take all the time you need.” He leaves towards his vanity, sitting nervously on the chair.

A few silent moments pass as you recollect your thoughts. You take a deep inhale in and a deep exhale out. 

“Vil.” You said, your voice shaky.

“Yes? What is it?” 

“Promise me this isn’t a dream. Pinch me even. Just please prove to me I’m not being delusional.” 

“You’re not.” he lightly laughed.

“Ok… ok…” you take another deep breath, “Vil, the person I had an interest in was… you. I was just scared that you’d reject me so I tried to push down my feelings and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” You began to tear up. “I’m sorry I was just- just so worried.”

“Y/N, please don’t cry. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way. I stand by what I said. I love you.” he softly pulled you into a hug.

It was warm and all you could do was cry. You had never thought that someone like Vil Schoenheit would like you. Let alone like you back. It was like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. But, this wasn’t a dream, it was reality. It was real. Vil liked you and you liked him.

You and him. Him and you. Together.

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Happy 3rd Anniversary Twisted Wonderland!!

I can't believe I kept up with twst for so long and I'm excited for what's to come, it feels like it's just beginning!

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who’s been painting my roses red?

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if anyone knows me on discord im literally the fattest rook simp alive to them.

i also wont ever shut up about aus cause i literally have a copious amounts of them. any media i consume its just “what if this was twst”

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I loved Disney growing up, and my absolute favorite was always The Little Mermaid. I adore Azul, which I guess makes sense when you look at it that way.

I'll draw something less fishy next...

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I Suddenly Became the Mother of the Red-Rose Tyrant?!

Summary: Well, fuck, somehow you isekaied and became the mother of Riddle Rosehearts

Characters: Riddle Roshearts, Reader, & Clover Family.

Notes: I have been reading way too many isekai Manhwas/Mangas. Not only that, but I saw a fanart of little Riddle and his mom and was inspired right away. This is a long fic, it’s been awhile since I wrote something so long so I am proud. 💕🥰💜

·      When you had opened your eyes one day, you had woken up in a bedroom that definitely wasn’t yours.

·      The room was…meticulous, and that was putting it lightly.

·      Even your bed, while comfy, had a feeling of order to it; daring anyone to mess it up.

·      You should probably be more anxious over your new surroundings but waking up well rested in a while just mellowed you out.

·      That is until you got up and looked at a mirror, finally seeing the truth of the matter.

·      Well, fuck, you really did isekai to another world.

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drawing idia in his twinsie's fit (if you know, you know).

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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫.

❝ The memories we make together will forever be locked within my heart. ❞  

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1717

Warnings: none!

Author Note: this is purely self indulgent JGHGFJJ- HELP ITS LONGER THAN MY ROOK ONE. also this is definitely not proofread so sorry for any errors-

Synopsis: The biggest formal at NRC was just around the corner and you’ve been trying to stay away from it. However, that’s not going to end up being the case.

The biggest formal of the year was fast approaching and every Night Raven College student was scrambling. Well, most of them. You however, were an exception. 

Formal events like that were never your thing, you’ve only attended them when you were essentially required to do so. Otherwise you stayed home and skipped the event entirely, only hearing bits and pieces from your classmates. Even though you were transported to another world you still couldn’t escape these events, thus you had planned to skip like you always did, opting to stay at ramshackle. However, as your luck had it, no matter where you went on campus there was always a talk of it. Inherently there was nothing wrong with some conversation about this kind of event, but it was getting excessive. At least for you. 

“WHAT?! You’re not going?!” Deuce had exclaimed as he heard your answer to his previous question.

“No… I’m not? I just don’t like those kinds of fancy and formal events. I’d rather spend my night doing things I actually like doing.” you casually shrugged.

“What a loser!” Ace jumped in, laughing jokingly.

“Haha, yeah keep laughing Ace, it won’t sway me.”

“It’s like, literally one of the biggest events of the year, I don’t see why you’re so casually skipping it like this.” 

“Well, like I said, it’s just not my thing. I don’t like the idea of dressing up and mingling.” 

“Oh how bad can it be? Just some people, I mean if it says anything Deuce and I will keep you company if you’re so afraid of it haha!”

“I’m not afraid of people or the event itself. Sevens, what do I have to say to shut you up.” an irritated tone arose in your voice.

“For one, you could just go. I mean sooner or later you’re gonna go back to your world right? So why not just go for the experience and memories. Like Ace said, we’ll all go together so what’s there really to lose?” Deuce said, a hopeful ping within his voice.

“You do have a point there. I mean, as long as I don’t have to spend hundreds of thaumarks for an outfit and put on copious amounts of makeup, then maybe I’ll think about it.”

“Alright, deal.” Ace then put out his hand, waiting for you to shake on it.

“I just really hope I don’t regret this.” you sigh, taking his hand in yours and shaking it.

Over the next few days, things had surprisingly gone as normal as it could. It felt like something was off. Classes had just ended and as you were making your way out of your class, you had bumped into someone. 

“Oh dear me.” The ever so familiar voice had spoken, placing their arms around you as a means of support. “You really must be careful where you’re going, my tater tot.”

“Vil! I’m so sorry- I guess I was just a little distracted.” you stuttered out, still composing yourself from the encounter.

“No worries, make sure you don’t make the same mistake in the future. I wouldn’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.” he let go, the warmth that had enveloped you suddenly gone. You had felt cold.

“Yeah, of course. Um, well if you’ll excuse me then-” Before you could make your escape, he had gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him.

“First, I wasn’t finished, and second, what made you so distracted that you weren’t aware of your own surroundings?”

“Er… I suppose I just felt like things have been too normal I suppose. I can’t really explain it. But I promised Deuce and Ace I’d go to that formal event. I’ve never been too fond of those types of things so I wanted to opt out, but they weren’t having it and goaded me into going.” you exasperatedly sigh, recalling the conversation.

“Going with Deuce and Ace hm? I see…” His voice lowered.

“Something the matter, Vil?”

“No nothing at all. I just remembered something important. I must attend to that, but in the meantime, don’t let that event get to you. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” with that, he gently patted your head and left.

At this point the dance was only a few days away. The atmosphere of NRC was as chaotic as the cultural fair or even the winter break. It was quite intense and you were getting caught up in the middle of it. Whether it was being accidentally shoved in the hallways or getting an earful about the event from other students. You had promised to Ace and Deuce that you’d go, well more like shook on it but it was the same either way. You had owed it to them at the very least. So at one point you had gone into the local town and scoured the selection of possible outfits. You had found a few but they were all way above your current price range, so those were no doubt out of the question. With that, you’d surmised that the best option would have to be making due with the current clothes you possess. Which so happened to be your uniform. 

A heavy sigh escaped your lips when the night of the formal had come. You had just finished tying the tie to your uniform when you suddenly heard a knock from the front door. Initially you had thought that it was either Ace or Deuce, or both, but when you got to the door and opened it, there was instead Vil with a mysterious box in hand. 

“Vil what are you doing here?” you asked with a bit of disbelief in your voice.

“Just as I thought.” He said, making his way towards you in haste. “Here, come with me. You are not wearing that to the formal.”

Without room to argue he drags you towards your room. 

“You can’t go to the formal wearing your school uniform.” he scoffed.

“It’s the only formal thing I have. I tried going into town to see if I could get anything better but…” a frustrated blush appeared on your cheeks. ��But… I didn’t have enough to afford it.”

He sighs, “Well you’re lucky you have me. Here, have this. It’s an outfit to wear.” He hands you the elegantly wrapped box. “Come out when you’re done, I’ll be waiting for you in the living room.” 

With that, he leaves and closes your door, leaving you flabbergasted and confused. Once the initial shock leaves you, you carefully open the box, making sure not to rip anything. What you saw was an eloquent outfit. It looked far beyond what you could ever pay for, not to mention it was very… out of your comfort range. Funny enough, when you had unfolded it, it looked like a design within the same family as what Vil was wearing. Did he just get an extra? Is this some kind of prototype piece that he got from modeling it? Thoughts were swirling around your head as you tried to make sense of what was in your hands. There was no way he was trying to say something with this was he? When you had finally come back to reality you quickly, but carefully, put on the outfit, making sure you put it on right, before you left for the living room.

“Vil, I’m not so sure about this.” a hesitant tone coating your voice.

When he had heard you, he turned around towards the staircase, his eyes fixated on the way you had looked. “See, you look so much better.” He got up and straightened out the small wrinkles you had failed to get out previously.

“Why did you give me this? Was it some sort of leftover prototype outfit that you needed to get rid of?”

“Of course not. It was part of a matching set.” he let out a small chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “A matching set to what I’m wearing. I saw it and thought you’d look beautiful in it.” 

“Wait- Repeat that again?” 

“I said, I saw this and thought the set would look good on us. Does it not?”

“So… You’re telling me you got a matching set so that you and I could wear it together to this formal event?” you had felt like your soul was about to ascend from your body.

“That is what I said. Sorry to spring this idea upon you so suddenly, but this is my way of asking if you’d like to go to the formal with me.” he holds out his hand, waiting for you to take it.

“Oh wow- Ok- This is a lot-” you stammer out. “What will people say- Vil asked me to the formal… Um ok- I um…” 

Vil lightly laughs at your confused state, gently grabbing your hand to try and calm you down. “Again, I know it’s sudden, but ever since you had said you were going I couldn’t help myself. To be quite honest, I had expected you to not go. You’ve never seemed like the type of person to go to events such as these. Well, of your own free volition. So it took me by surprise.” 

“I see… Well I mean- I really didn’t want to go. But actually, maybe I’m kind of glad I’m going.” a blush creeped across your face as you looked down at his hand in yours.

“Oh? Really?” He smirks, squeezing your hand a little tighter. “Why is that?” 

“If I have to be honest, it might be because if I didn’t go, I wouldn’t have been able to go with you.” 

“So it’s a yes?” 

“It’s a yes, Vil.” 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. We should get going now, otherwise we’ll miss the formal.” a smile gracing his ever so beautiful face.

“Yeah, ok, let’s go.” a flushed expression present on your face.

Before you two had left, he pulled you forward into his arms and gave a small peck on your forehead, of course making sure not to smear his lipstick. 

“I’m glad you said yes my dear tater tot. Now I can show you off to everyone at the formal and show them that you chose me.”

“Vil, you and I both know that it was you that chose me first.”