#short riddles

[trading-attitude]

🧩 Stay Sharp! Solve This Quick Riddle!

[pestorik]

twst cats sketchdump

when im too lazy to draw humans, expect cats

[reichurine]

more body swap au ideas, pt2

pt1 of said au

[mellosdrawings]

Twisted Stories: Suboptimal situation

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[takatul]

Twisted Wonderland self-aware!Yuu except they’re empathic.

When I say self-aware!Yuu I don’t mean a scenario where Yuu transmigrated into Twisted Wonderland with memories intact.

When I say self-aware!Yuu I mean someone who knows themselves better than anyone else.

They know they have flaws. They know that, sometimes, their flaws will get in the way. Whether it’s shutting down emotionally, not being able to express themselves properly, or something to do with a physical ability. Their flaws will always follow them around. Even in Twisted Wonderland.

And yet, self-aware!Yuu is still kind. Still loving all of their strengths and flaws.

Ace needing a place to stay after Riddle off’d-his-head? “Yes, of course you can sleepover.”

Deuce breaking down after letting his delinquent side out? “No, you’re not a bad guy— you just protected me and Grim from those bullies!”

Riddle having a crisis after his overblot? “I don’t accept your apology. Not yet at least. But I can understand why acted this way… you’re allowed to feel angry about your past. You didn’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

No matter how wrong the opponent is, self-aware!Yuu always empathizes with them in the end.

Maybe one day, someone confronts them about it. I can see Leona or Azul or Rollo and maybe Jamil. They’re people who have experienced and or seen how terrible people can be.

“Why are you so nice all the time? You’re too thought. Too kind. Good people like you always end up last.”

Perhaps self-aware!Yuu will look at them with a stoic face. Perhaps a shocked expression, accompanied by a frantic gasp. Perhaps even small laugh at their question. And just as the confronting student was about to retort again, self-aware!Yuu will smile.

“Well, I’m not a good person. I just do what I think is right.”

Self-aware!Yuu will sit down, watching activities unfold around them— heart still bursting full of kindness. They’ll pat the empty space beside them. An invitation, but it’s up to the student to take the initiative.

“It’s everyone’s first time living after all. May as well make it kind.”

Soon enough, if the student plucks their courage, they’ll sit and slowly learn how to become self-aware too.

banner credit: @bunnysrph

[harmonictechnicality]

Eddie develops a strange habit after sex. It’s not exactly cute or romantic or nice. Nothing bad either. It’s just… well, Steve isn’t too sure what it is. But every time, it’s the same damn thing.

He collapses onto Steve’s chest and says:

“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”

Usually, Steve is still recovering from the fucking downpour of post-orgasm endorphins. So he doesn’t question it. Hell, he stopped challenging Eddie’s tolerance to geek out months ago. Dude holds fantasy knowledge in his brain better than he holds his liquor.

Which is saying a lot.

Anyways, Steve never has the mental capacity to react or respond. Instead, he runs his fingers through Eddie’s sweat-soaked hair for awhile. Scratches out little patterns on his scalp because it always makes Eddie go limp. Quiet.

Quiet is a rarity for him. And while Steve is totally weak for Eddie’s chattiness, the quiet can be nice too.

The only reason Steve finally decides to ask about it is because Eddie slips up. Says it before they have sex.

Steve is against the bedroom door, his nails dragging down Eddie’s back. God, he loves this kind of kissing. The lung draining kind. The type that’s sort of filthy from all the heat and grinding. 

Eddie hasn’t marked him up this bad since that time someone at work noticed his neck. Asked if Steve was having an allergic reaction during an office-wide meeting.

And this is going to be even worse. Steve can tell by the sounds and the soft pricks of Eddie’s teeth. He can tell by how long Eddie spends over each spot, like the bruising skin needs more attention than the rest of him. Like licking them over will make the colors last longer.

The damage has been done. Really no point in stopping him when it feels so fucking good. Steve forgets to worry about  how mauled he’s gonna look tomorrow because his head is swimming with Eddie’s lips on his neck. His collarbone. His chest.

That’s when it happens. That’s when Eddie’s strange habit makes an early appearance. 

He kisses over the blistery mess he made, practically growls the words out this time: 

“My boyfriend is a cyborg.”

“Okay, time out.” Steve says. Heaves some air back into his lungs. Pulls Eddie’s face up before he can continue making Steve look like goddamn target practice. 

Eddie blinks a few times. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” Gonna have to wear fucking high-collared shirts all week, but whatever.

He’ll bring that up some other time. “Why do you keep saying that?”

“Saying what?”

“That… thing.” Steve barely can spit it out.  It’s like his throat is physically rejecting the nerdy shit he’s about to say. “You keep calling me… a cyborg or something.” 

“Oh that.” Eddie sighs. Casually shrugs to one side. “It’s your fault actually.”

“How is it my fault? I don’t even know what fucking language you’re speaking.”

Eddie walks over to the bed, chanting Steve’s name over and over. Definitely not in the way Steve prefers him to chant his name. Very un-sexy chanting.

“Remember that day you asked me to grab your car keys?” He asks, patting the bed for Steve to join him. 

No. “Kinda?”

Steve hesitates before walking over. He didn’t necessarily wanna stop their primal makeout session. But it was bound to lead to the bed at some point, so…

Just not like this. Not talking while fully clothed. Blech.

He sits next to Eddie. Hands awkwardly fidgeting in his lap.

“Well, I couldn’t find them.” Eddie admits. “So I ended up going through your desk drawers.”

Of course he did. Perpetual snooper.

“Ended up finding a binder full of medical records.”

Well shit.

Steve’s throat tightens. Swells around the sudden guilt he feels for keeping this from Eddie. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a metal plate in your head?”

“Dunno. Hardly even remember it.” That’s only partly true. Steve doesn’t remember the surgery or much of the recovery process. He was only a kid when it happened.

But he does remember the hospital smells. He remembers the sounds of his IV bag dripping throughout the night. All the sensory indicators are still fresh in his mind.

“Well, that’s why. You're part-machine.” Eddie points to Steve’s head, expression softening. “And every time we fuck around, I think about your bionic skull. And how glad I am that it keeps your brain from leaking out when I bend you over the way you like it best.”

Steve laughs. The jokes help lighten the mood. Not enough to replace it entirely, but enough for it to be easy to swallow again. 

They’re both quiet as they get ready for bed, folding the covers down. And yeah, sometimes quiet can be nice. Just maybe not right now.

“Hey, Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

Steve stares hard at the pillows. “Are cyborgs like… cool?”

Eddie pauses for a moment, then hops onto the bed. Starts crawling over to Steve with a smug grin. He lifts up to meet Steve’s lips. Kisses him sweeter than normal. Lighter. Starts nodding his head mid-kiss, keeps nodding as he breaks away.

“Yeah, babe. Cyborgs are so fucking cool.”

[cloudybarnes]

bella donna

Pairing: theodore nott x reader

Summary: a sick night in bed calls for your cute boyfriend to come in and take care of you

Word Count: 800+

Masterlist

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Nothing was helping.

The soup burned your tongue, the medication didn’t cure your stuffy nose, and your throat felt like it was on fire.

You felt like total shit right about now. 

“I’m sorry mi amore.” Theodore said as he wrung out a wet rag to place on your forehead. You were laid up in your bed, covers drawn to your chin as a chill wracked through you. 

Theo sat on a small stool next to your bed. He was being the sweetest boyfriend ever. He waited on you hand and foot for everything you needed. 

He was the one to make the soup and fetch the medicine and rags for your head. 

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, Theo,” you mumbled. “You’ve done literally everything right for me.”

He smiled softly, then just as quickly, his smile fell. “I just can’t believe how suddenly this came about. Something must be going around; I heard Draco coughing in class yesterday, he must be the one who got you sick.”

You chuckled but were soon thrown into a fit of coughs. The coughing was so bad, you had to sit yourself up in order to catch your breath. 

“Mio dio,” he softly said. “My poor baby.” Theo rubbed your back as you caught your breath. You smiled at him, grateful for his being here. 

“What would I do without you, Theo?” 

He smiled and left a tender kiss on your forehead. The action was so soft and sweet, your eyes involuntarily closed, a soft smile adorning your lips. Theo really was something special. While most may find him to be a brute and hard to get on with, you’d only ever seen the kind, caring boy standing in front of you. 

“The real question,” he replied, “is how could I ever live without you?”

You giggled as Theo led you from your seated position to lay down. 

“You need your rest, sweetheart. Don’t waste all of your energy sitting up.”

You nodded and let Theo guide you down. You sniffled, but all that did was send more mucus to your throat, causing it to hurt worse. A whimper came from your lips without meaning to. 

“What hurts now, dolcezza?” He felt your forehead with the back of his hand, and gently picked up the discarded rag to dunk it in the bucket of ice water on the floor. 

“Just everything: my head, my throat, my nose, it all just sucks,” you said. “At least I have you to take care of me.”

Theo smiled, his eyes alive with love for you. “I’ll always be here to take care of you, even when you’re snotty and coughing on me.” He teased as he wrung out the ice rag and placed it back on your forehead. 

“Hey!” You whined with a teasing smile. “I didn’t cough on you, just in your general direction.”

“Oh, so that’s how we’re describing it, now, huh bella donna?” 

You gave a health-hearted smile and shifted a little in bed. “I don't feel very pretty right now. I’m all snotted up and it feels like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

“I think you look beautiful, (Y/N). Fully and truly, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

Your heart swelled. You had the sweetest boyfriend in the world. Theo never failed to make you smile and make you feel beautiful, even when you felt far from it. 

Slowly, as to not hurt the ache in your head, you pushed yourself up into a seated position. 

Theo started to fix the pillows so they would accommodate your upright position. “This okay, amore?”

You smiled down at him. Never had you felt more in love with this boy than you did just then. “It’s perfect, my love. Everything you do is just perfect, Theo. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

A pink hue tinted your boyfriend's cheeks as a smile crept onto his face. “You’re everything to me, (Y/N). I would do anything for you. Something as simple as taking care of you while you’re not feeling good is my job as your lover.” 

You didn’t think your heart could take anymore sweetest from him. “Come ‘ere,” you mumbled as you patted the empty side of the bed. “‘wanna lay with you for a little while.”

Theo walked around the bed and climbed into the empty space. He fit perfectly in the bed, like it was made to accompany him. 

You pushed him to lay down so you could rest your tired head on his chest. He lightly chuckled at your movement, and pulled you close to him. His arms wrapped around you as your fist held onto the fabric of his shirt. 

“I love you, (Y/N),” he mumbled. 

You smiled, closing your eyes. Right before sleep pulled you in, you responded, “I love you most, Theo.”

[poisoned-pearls]

2nd year dance

(taken minutes before flo and rook got into a physical fight over their gfs being the queen of the dance)

[julezo]

honestly the funniest and most niche Tomarry trope is one i have seen only once in a deleted fic and never stoped thinking about: Harry and Tom’s slang going straight passed one another.

Not that either of them are big slang users. But imagine Harry back in the 1940s and got called one of the really old slurs that losers in the 40s thought were zingers like poof or fairy. Those wouldn’t have been as popular in the 80s and 90s as he was growing up and it would be so funny for him to hear a common insult and be confused.

also consider the reverse

tom, annoyed: you’re obviously lying about something, and soon i’ll figure out what

harry, after spending the summer before stuck in muggle england in 1995, tired, broke, and miserable: word lol

tom: ..

[idanielions]

Didn't expect the femslabyuls to get that much attention so here's their original designs before i changed them

[nottsbitch]

Under arrest

Summary: Pansy drags the Slytherin boys to your concert

This is based on the Juno part of the short and sweet tour

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Pansy knew exactly how to get her way. Every knew that but it somehow still managed to shock all of her friends.

Like at this current moment, she had gotten herself, Theo, Matteo, and Enzo out of classes all day so she could drag them to a concert she was dying to see. Not only did she get them there but she also managed to sweet talk enough to end up in the front row.

The group of 4 had caught your eye from the start of your show. Immediately knowing that they were gonna be your Juno for the night, but tasking you with the decision of choosing. While the girl in the front seemed to be the only one that was interested in your music you couldn't ignore the three attractive men next to her.

You had just finished your last song and knew that you were in your final seconds to choose, as your dancers came behind you with the fuzzy pink handcuffs.

"Hi everyone!" You spoke into the microphone pausing at the cheers you received in return.

"I wanted to thank everyone for coming... But I have to apologize." The cheers continued knowing what was coming next. "See, I'm not preforming my best tonight, I keep getting distracted."

That's when the sirens started confusing the three boys in the front row even further. Causing them to not notice their faces on the big screen.

"There are just a few very beautiful people in front of me. I'm talking very fine specimens."

Pansy had noticed at this point screaming louder and slapping all of the still-confused boys to get their attention. The sirens continued and you let them have their moment on the screen laughing at the different reactions from the group.

"Who are you guys? Where did you come from? What're your names?"

"PANSY!" She screamed as loud as she could "MATTEO, THEO, AND ENZO!" She yelled just as quickly not letting the guys process what was happening.

"Damn you guys, I'm gonna need more handcuffs." You tried not to laugh as one of your dancers came out passing off three more pairs. "I thought I was gonna be the most attractive person here tonight, but I'm thinking I'm fifth on that list now so fuck!"

The guys were still trying to figure out exactly what was happening and why Pansy looked like she had just won at life.

"Well you guys are under arrest for being too hot, and I don't know what's going on but something is happening in my body and I feel like my skirt is just getting super nervous to be on and it just wants to be off of me." You laughed as your dancers untied your long skirt, it falling off revealing your mini skirt under.

"This song is going out to you guys, call me if you ever want a really cool girlfriend!" You said walking the handcuffs over before starting the song.

"Do you know what just happened?" Enzo asked the two next to him.

"Not at all, but I liked it" Matteo muttered back watching you dance around the stage.

"She is hot isn't she?" Theo said to no one in particular only to be met with nods of agreement.

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Not proofread. This is also the first thing i've written in weeks so...

[nottriddlethis]

✩˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊Potions project✩˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊

Part 1.

pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader

Summary: when you both are suppose to do a project, but of course you don't(¬‿¬)

Warnings: long prelude, smut, dirty talk, p in v, creampie, oral sex (Mattheo receiving), fingering (f!receiving), cum kink?

an: !part one contains no smut warnings - only some body descrp.! the idea of a potions project, library and sexy tank top belongs to an author from Janitor but i lost the tracks. Also English is not my first, so..

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Mattheo saw immediately that we would both fail when professor Slughorn has merged you up as partners for that potions assignment, which was crucial, as the professor had made very plain.

Mattheo and you both agreed on getting together Saturday after your quidditch train to start the project - and hopefully, also finish it. He arrived early and sat down at one of the tables at the end of the library to wait for you. He saw you showing up a few minutes later: your hair is moist after shower, face is all clear from make up, and - for Merlin's sake - you're wearing just a black tank top with no bra and a knee-lenght skirt. 

"Hello there, birdy," he greeted with a side smirk, slouched on his chair as his brown, dark eyes took a better look at your upper body. He swallowed hard clearly enjoying the view. As he thought before -  he knew right away you were both going to fail.

Mattheo had taken pleasure in irritating you a bit too much since your first encounter. Sometimes a wild idea that he just loves how you would flush with rage at any of his teasing phrases comes to your mind, but always is tossed apart. That why in reality, you didn't actually hate him; you simply enjoyed your banter. Little you know that deep down he was in love with this independent and fearless girl, so this was the only way he could keep your interested, even if only for a little while. And nothing at all you know about your blushing and yelling at him kind of made his dick erect.

"Hey there, Mr. Dark lord", you returned him greeting, placing your books and notes on the library table. A haughty pleasure always fills your chest when he smirks at your greeting. If anyone else dared to address him like that…no way.

Mattheo’s grin widenes as he watches you rub your arm, shivering. He leanes back in his chair, one arm casually draped over the armrest, his dark brown eyes twinkling mischievously as he roams over your figure, noting the way your thin tank top hugged your curves. He thanked the cool air for the outline of your nipples through the thin fabric. Paying special attention to them he felt a stirring of desire within him. Damn, but you are gorgeous. Too gorgeous for your own good.

"Ooh, I didn't think you are so delicate," he teases, his deep voice dripping with mock concern. "I'm so sorry, I forgot how fragile you Ravenclaws are. Perhaps I should be gentle with you…and choose more warm place?" He chuckles lowly, his smirk never leaving his so handsome face.

"O, please, being gentle is boring, Riddle," you lean over the table saying it to him teasingly. As soon as his eyes dropped down, his dick twitched. The pure fire flared up in his veins: both from your words and from the view that opened up to him. He swallowed hard. Demonstratively ignoring your gaze he let his eyes linger on the tantalizing view of your cleavage, the way your tank top gaped open to reveal the creamy swells of your breasts. And your smirk telling him you are fully aware of his wandering gaze.

"Pleasure to hear because you know i'm everything but gentle…" his smile relaxed and you watched as his tongue traced the inside of his lower lip. He slowly looked up at you. "Though I must warn you, you might not be able to handle my... everything," he almost purred, his breath is hot touches on your neck.  In that moment, you both almost forgot about the potions project, almost forgot about your mutual desire to annoy and provoke. Almost. But then Mattheo remembered himself, and his smirk returned, wider and more wicked than before.

Reluctantly, Mattheo pulled away and sat back in his chair, trying to focus on the task at hand. Trying to ignore already so throbbing cock of him. He gestured to the potions book again. "Now, shall we actually start this project, or would you like to keep teasing me all day?" 

And as soon as you sat down on the chair, you felt how wet your panties were already.

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The sound of scratching pens and rustling pages had been engulfing you for about 20 minutes now. You both had already finished your drafts and exchanged them to look through. But all Mattheo was doing - watching you closely as you were reading through his drafts, his gaze lingering on your face, taking in every little reaction. He loved seeing you think, seeing the gears turning in your pretty little head. It was almost as enjoyable as seeing you get angry... almost.

You pushed your hair back and leaned over his notes. You knew he was smart, probably smarter and more capable than you, though you would never admit it. You enjoyed the way his plan and every detail were written down so neatly and precisely. Deepenig into study you put your pencil in your mouth and bit the end of it, continuing to study the parchment.

Mattheo's gaze slid to your lips, to the pencil pressed between them. He wondered what those lips would feel like wrapped around something else… He shifted in his seat, feeling a tightness in his pants that he knew you couldn't see. Not yet, anyway. He jerked his entire body, sitting up straight, his elbows on the table. Is this a project or a damn arousal tournament?

You raised your gaze to him, suddenly meeting his intense and heavy, so intense that you even forgot what you wanted to say. Damn. "Well, I guess your drafts are pretty good too."

"Pretty good?" he murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I think we both know I'm more than just... good, birdy." He reached out, slowly, giving you every opportunity to pull away, and tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered, brushing against the soft skin of your cheek, feeling the warmth of the flesh beneath his fingertips. He traced the delicate line of your jaw with his thumb, tilting your chin up slightly to force to meet his gaze. Then with sudden move he reached out and pulled the pencil from your lips, immediately wrapping his own aroound it. His eyes never left yours as he did, his gaze burning into you, daring to look away.

Your mouth remained slightly open - you were breathing heavily. Your eyes followed the movements of his lips. You had to shift slightly on the bench - at least somehow to relieve the pain and pulsation between your legs. The friction brought long-awaited pleasure and you managed to notice how the corner of his lips twitched upwards, barely noticeably. Could he..? A wild thought of yours made you to straighten your shoulders. Another wave of pleasure from the friction of hard nipples on the fabric passed through your body. He immediately looked down there.

You silently handed him the sheets of paper on which you had marked the best parts. Mattheo began to examine them, which gave you time to stare at his long, neat fingers, his strong forearms, and to lick every protruding vein with your gaze. Strong arms that would bend you over this table with ease. Mattheo flexed his arms slightly, subtly, giving you a better view of his strength. That's when you knew - he had noticed your stare. And you kept up watching shamelessly.

He pulled back, stretching languidly like a cat. His shirt rode up slightly, exposing a strip of tanned skin and the waistband of his trousers. Your eyes followed the movement, taking in every inch of newly revealed flesh. The way his abdominal muscles tensed, his v-line became more distinct, and a strip of black hair run down under the waistband of his pants. And… the way his jeans were pulled tight, outlining a sizable bulge. You could see every inch of his thick, hard cock straining against the confines of his jeans. It made your mouth water, made you imagine all the things he could do to make you ache and throb with pleasure.

Then you heard the voices of students approaching. Apparently, a group of students was going to occupy the second free table in this section. The frantic pulse gave you excitement and you dove under the table exactly one second before the group came out from behind the book shelves.

Right in front of your face you saw how Mattheo spread his legs more trying to find a more comfortable position to loosen the pressure on his bulge. And that was your point of no retutn. You knew you was playing with fire, pushing him like this. But you had always been drawn to the flame, even when you knew it would burn you. And something told you that Mattheo Riddle was just as eager to dance in the inferno as you.

[misstycloud]

Night sounds

A loud thud woke you from your slumber and you jolted up right. What was that? You wondered. Scared that it might be an indtruder breaking in, you turned to the side of the bed to alert your husband. Only to notice he wasn’t there.

His spot was empty and when you felt the sheets, it was cold, meaning he left a while ago. Confused and even more frightened, you pull the covers towards your chest.

“Riddle..?” You anxiously whispered.

Then, the sounds of fast footsteps approaching echoed throughout the house. Your body entered a state of panic when you realised they were coming closer to your position, the bedroom.

Thump, thump, thump!

Heart racing and blood rushing in your ears, you throw yourself at the bedside table lamp and turn the switch in a frenzy.

The sudden fear disinigrated the moment you saw the intruders face. Though it was no intruder, at all. It was your damn husband!

“What the fuck.” You clasped your hand over your heart, feeling the erratic beat. Glancing back up at the man you promised to cherish and love until death, you only felt irritation building.

You were not happy over his little night scare.

Riddle knelt down beside you and cupped your face, making you want to shrug him off.

“Oh I’m so sorry, my love, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He apologised over and over.

“Don’t do that again, I though someone had broken in!” You scowled while crossing your arms.

If you hadn’t still been shaken up, perhaps you would have noticed the way your husband’s eyes darkned at the sentence. He grabbed you by the shoulders and stared at you seriously. “Don’t worry. There is no chance anyone will ever be able to get into this house, not as long as I’m still alive.”

“Yeah, whatever. But what were you even doing? It’s-“you took a glance at the clock”-three in the morning.”

While stroking your cheeks affectionately, he explained, "I was getting some water. I didn't mean to scare you."

You looked passed his frame into the dark hallway and asked, "what was that sound just now? Did you drop something?" Riddle turned your head back to him.

"I accidentally knocked a lamp over, nothing to worry about. Go back to sleep, dear. I'll just go and clean up." He planted a kiss on your forehead and tucked you back in again after you nodded, deciding sleep was more important. You still had to go to work in the morning after all.

You nuzzled into the covers and quickly fell asleep once more, with the thought of your lovely husband plaguing you. You were very lucky indeed to have a man love and cherish you as much as Riddle does. One doesn't come across a man like him often. Maybe you should pay him back some time in the future.

As you dreamed on, you had no idea of the cold expression tracing your husband's features, smile long gone. He closed the door softly behind him, satisfied when hearing a click. 'That was close', he thought while walking down the stairs. 'I can't let this happen again. Didn't think that pest would be so loud.'

Entering the living room, he stopped by a table, observing the ornament placed on it. Riddle sighed, 'now i have to ruin this pretty lamp.'

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What's this? Sus noises in the middle of the night, but dont worry. Your husband is here to protect you.

[the-scouts-codex]

How tall are you compared to the TWST boys?

So, I was wondering how tall Ortho was and found out that he was 148cm, which is equal to 4 foot 10 inches tall. I AM 4 foot 8 inches TALL! Ortho Shroud is taller than me! The whole twst cast is taller than me. (ﾉд｀；)

Malleus: 202cm (6 foot 8) tall boi.

I can't remember how many inches Malleus' horns add to his height

Jack is 192cm (6 foot 4) big boi.

Floyd is 191cm, and Jade is 190cm (6 foot 3) and (6 foor 2) an ich taller than Jade (*^-^)

Sebek is 188cm (6 foot 2)

Leona is 186cm (6 foot 3)

Vil is 183cm (6 foot 3) dont know with heels added.

Idia is 183cm (6 foot)

Trey is 181cm (5 foot 11)

Rook is 177cm (5 foot 10)

Azul is 176cm (5 foot 9)

Silver is 176cm (5 foot 9)

Cater is 176cm (5 foot 9)

Jamil is 175cm (5 foot 9)

So many 5 foot 9 boys (゜ロ゜)

Deuce is 173cm (5 foot 8)

Ace is 172cm (5 foot 8)

Ruggie is 171cm (5 foot 7)

Kalim is 168cm (5 foot 6)

Riddle is 160cm (5 foot 3)

Lilia is 158cm (5 foot 2)

Epel is 156cm (5 foot 1)

And last but not least

Ortho is 148cm (4 foot 10)

Where are you on the height list?

[mellosdrawings]

Jamil being a mess even in a relationship is so on par. Dear jamil REST PLEASE. Succumb to eepy.

Jamil is never NOT going to be a mess, his nerves are aflame 24/7. If anything having boyfriends who support and love his real self means he's even more obviously a mess than usual.

Don't worry about his sleep though. Between Vil who brews him special sleeping pills and Leona who forces him to take naps by lying on top of him, he's being forced to rest a lot!

[ohthewh0rror]

TOM RIDDLE HEADCANONS: PREGNANT S/O

A/N: For you, dear anon, bc I did actually enjoy that message. <3

This man would hear you throw up and ask if you were okay before going back to what he was doing, he is not going to listen to you get sick. It grosses him out (💀).

Once the migraines hit for the first time and you’re laying in bed unable to even open your eyes, he tries to comfort you for once by rubbing your arm and asking if you need anything, but you just snap at him to not touch before yanking your arm away.

Safe to say he’s not comforting you again unless you seek him out first.

The only time he genuinely worries for your health is the one time you’re eating dinner and your blood pressure suddenly drops and you almost pass out.

This man is picking you up bridal style and rushing you to the hospital, convinced you’re in mortal danger.

You’re not though, and he almost loses his mind when the healer says it’s not a big deal. It ends with Tom nearly being escorted off the premises when he indirectly threatens the healers life.

Second guesses what he says to you bc he’s worried that you would either physically fight him or break down in hysterics— both of which he wants to avoid.

Tom’s least favorite part of your pregnancy is the mild insomnia.

You’re lucky he cares for you or else he would have hexed you for waking him up at 2AM to keep you company while you eat cereal and talk about work gossip.

Tries to help when/where he can.

I.e. buys you extra pillows for when your hips begin to ache, gives you ginger candies when you’re hit with nausea, avoids eating foods you have a sudden aversion to, etc.

Imagine immediately after you give birth though?

Tom may not be the best with children, but he can see you’re clearly exhausted and out of it, so he takes over caring for the baby so that you can rest.

Helping you walk to and from the bathroom, and scolds you when you tell him you don’t need his help.

Helps you take your first shower after giving birth because he wants you to be comfortable and knew you wouldn’t want the nurses to do it.