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luminous-letters · 1 year
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Hi!!! Congrats on the 1000 followers, I hope I'm not too late for request.
If it's alright, I would like to request a scenario where Sebek, after a few months of being with his (preferably male) s/o, finds out that the reason why his s/o never initiate anything (never text or call first, never ask for a hug or anything, etc.) is because the s/o is afraid they'll come across too needy and ruin the relationship.
I don't know if this count toward angst or not so I would like to apologise beforehand if it does. Thank you for your time!
Croccy take the wheel, take it from my hand
Thank you so much anonn. I hope this didn't take too long to finish 😭
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"Display of affection...?" Sebek scratched the back of his head in confusion. He's been absorbed in the book he was reading for the last hour. No matter how many times he'd play back all the moments you've been together, you've never exhibited any of the signs the book had listed. Not even once.
Nicknames, hand holding, resting your head on your lover's shoulder, saying 'I love you' in between moments. There was a tinge of shame that he felt well deep inside him. Had he failed as your lover? He followed the romance books Lilia picked out for him. He still vividly recalls the exchange between them.
"Master Lilia! I've come to seek your aid!" Sebek announced, rudely busting through Diasomnia's large double-doors.
Abandoning his ongoing meeting, Lilia turned to face him, his expression shifting from a serious one to a more peppy demeanor. "Why if it isn't Sebek! Ever-lively as always, I see," the Diasomnia vice chuckled.
"I... I need help with MC."
"Oh? Have you two been on the rocks lately?"
"No, we're faring smoothly. I need your advice on how to become a better lover! I want to give it my all, but I'm not sure how..." Sebek's voice became hushed. He was embarrassed, sure, but he doesn't want to back out. Not now. "I'm certain that with your extensive knowledge, there has to be a solution."
"You flatter me. How cute." And as an idea came into Lilia Vanrouge's mind, his smile grew bigger. "I've got a solution for your woes. You're an avid reader, no? There's this one book I've collected from my travels, I'm sure it will teach you all you need to know about romance!" The fae chirped.
The book was titled, 'Instructional Guide for the Romantically Challenged (For Dummies)'. A fine piece of work, truly.
"Sebek, you're going to run late for club activities." A voice called. It was yours. He knows that voice, even in a crowd he would be able to recognize it.
"Instructional... for the Romantically Challenged?" You dragged the words out in confusion. Looking past your puzzled expression, the subtle shift in your look told him that you knew what the book meant. You averted his gaze and tried to shy away.
It pulled him out of a trance. It pulled him out of the path he'd been fruitlessly circling. But now you're here, now he has a chance to ask you.
"You..." his attempt to give a serious growl ended up turning into a concerned whimper. "Is there something about me? Is it something I did? Or something I didn't? Something that makes you so distant," his voice faltered, surprising even himself. He didn't want to be seen like this, vulnerable, but he was.
"It has nothing to do with you," you took a deep breath.
"But it does. I'm your boyfriend. Whatever it is that bothers you, you can tell me," he looked you in the eye. "You can trust me."
"I don't... I don't want to be needy. I'm not needy. Sebek, I'm content with what I have now. If I push too far... no. I don't want to cross boundaries I shouldn't," you were shaking.
Sebek was at a loss for words. For once, since that day Lilia handed it to him, he shut the book. He rushed to your side.
Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you think that.
But the words refused to come out of his throat. He never knew. He should've known, he would've done something immediately instead of letting you combat your own anxiety by yourself.
Cupping your cheek, he now had the courage to speak. He now had the resolve to face this problem.
"I'm sorry. I should've known," he held you tight, he leaned his head over your shoulder. "Berate yourself all you want, but I'll never think of you as a nuisance. You're not needy and you're certainly not pushing too far. If anything you're pushing yourself away." Sebek closed his eyes for a moment.
"I want to face this... I want to face us. I don't want to run away from this. And you shouldn't too. Small steps, MC, small steps. You don't have to do all those gestures if you don't want to, at least not right away. We can do this together," he held your hand.
Your palm felt cold. He gave it a soft squeeze.
He faced you, determination burning behind the lush forest that were his irises.
"I am Sebek Zigvolt, a freshman from Diasomnia dorm and MC's boyfriend. Pleased to meet you," he declared, loud and proud as always.
"MC, the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm and... and Sebek Zigvolt's lover."
As if the words were sacred promises, he sealed them with a kiss.
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luminous-letters · 1 year
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Hi can you please do the roller skating thing but with Kalim Ace and vil .
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"Do a flip!"
You had to explain to him more than once that you weren't on that level in skating.
"I'm still working on some tricks. I'm not sure if I can manage..."
"You can do it. I'm sure! Just believe in yourself and everything's gonna turn out fine," he assured with sparkling eyes.
You had to tell him that's not how it works and that you need more practice. But you didn't have the heart.
"I know. I'll teach you! Right, right. It's not that hard, everyone can do it," he patted you on the back.
If only Kalim was as good a teacher as he was a learner. You had trouble catching up to his pace. Unlike others who would start out slow before spiraling into a harder difficulty, Kalim immediately started on the more advanced parts.
"We can do this, I believe in you."
You never ran short of morale with him. Maybe it was his out-of-place sunny disposition.
You need at least some sunshine in your life.
You tripped and fell, and scraped your leg. Sometimes it was your arm. But you kept on trying to achieve that flip.
"Let's try doing it again," you tapped him on the back.
He offered a blinding smile. "That's great to hear! But I think we should rest first, I'm beat," he laughed.
"Coconut juice?," he asked you.
"I'd appreciate that, thank you."
He came back with a whole crate.
And a first aid kit.
"This should ease the pain from the bruises you got earlier, I brought some for occasions like this. It doesn't hurt too much does it?"
"It's manageable."
Maybe it was a way to say sorry? You weren't sure. But you were thankful for the gesture nonetheless.
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"Well, life's all about learning right?"
It was a sight to behold. You and Ace were scrambling like a couple of waddling penguins.
Very clumsy penguins.
Though, it didn't take him too long to learn the basics. Soon enough, he was gliding with a better form than earlier.
Improvements, bit by bit.
"It must hurt falling on your ass all the time. Can't relate."
As if he didn't land face-first onto the concrete three minutes ago.
"You see, you gotta leave these things to the pros! Don't need a bunch of pipsqeaks," he joked.
You caught him by surprise when you were rushing towards him.
"Hey...hey! Slow down!"
All-fast and all-powerful.
Like a fucking truck.
You both crashed with a resounding thud. Thankfully you didn't sustain too many injuries, the protective gear was doing its job.
"Were you trying to get us killed?! Ah— oh shit, that hurts."
But that didn't mean your bodies weren't going to be sore for the next two weeks.
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"Poise and form, darling. Poise and form."
Vil was a demanding instructor, that came without a doubt. For someone whose aim was perfect beauty, it's no surprise that Vil extends his standards to the people that walk beside him.
But that didn't make his training any less effective.
It didn't make his training any less easier either.
"Keep that book on top of your head. If you wish to glide with elegance, you need to first learn how to balance your weight."
Training, as Vil put it, lasted for weeks on end. With each session more difficult than the last.
Wasn't this supposed to be a fun bonding time?
At the end of the month, you could launch yourself with a twirl mid-air. The crowds applauded your little trick.
You searched for his face in the crowd. And you did. It made your heart flutter to see him with a proud expression on his face.
"Care for a dance?" You extended your arm towards him.
"Can you keep up, is the question," he flashed a smirk.
Only one way to find out.
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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important!!!
i didn't want things to come to this but i'm taking a semi-hiatus.
school's been taking a big chunk off my time lately, and i could rarely find a good time to start working on my pending reqs.
i also don't to continue to open requests if i can't fully commit myself to them. i don't want to keep more of you guys waiting 😭 and i don't want to give you false hope
i'll come back i promise. it'll take a while, but i still hope that you guys will be there by the time i return.
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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silver + dress becoz... he is my light... my love...
treasure....
(bonus if it's the aurora dress from the dancing in the woods scenario)
hehe have fun~! feel free to reject a request if it feels to burdensome~~~
mannn. i'm sorry it took a while for me to get back to answering asks for the event 😭. school's back and i'll be spending more of my time on studies so i might only update on weekends.
anyways, here's ur silver fluff 💛✨ I hope you like it 💛
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The rain was a guilty pleasure. It was peace, silence. Moreso for a lone couple that rested far beyond the mountainside, inside a stout cabin.
You needn't worry about the noise of civilization. The rattles and clangs of busied townsfolk were traded for the songs of birds and the rustle of leaves against the wind.
Of course, cottage life wasn't all about sweet tea with vines and flowers. It too demanded its fair share of labor and patience.
There were animals that you had to tend to and the grain that you'd sown. The house, old and rickety, always had a thing or two that needed refurbishing. And don't forget about the vines and weeds that you had to regularly trim, lest they root themselves somewhere they could cause serious damage.
But you and Silver had attuned to this sort of lifestyle through the years. The scent of earth and the dirt on your boots, and your muddied clothes and hair matted from sweat. All of that work was made easy with each other's comfort.
"MC," a voice called, pulling you out from deep thought.
"Mm?" You asked him.
"I found something when I cleaned the closet. I thought that maybe you'd like it," Silver sounded excited.
You looked from the window to Silver. Your vision floated to what he was holding, a dress.
It had been a few years since you last saw it, yet time seemed to have no effect. It looked the same as you last worn it.
A white, collared top, paired with a flowing length of warm gray, both held together by a black corset in the middle. The dress had a noticable stitch at the bottom, where it looked like cloth had been torn.
They were the same garbs that you wore that day when you ran deep into the heart of the unknown forest.
"Can anyone hear me?" You called, almost howling.
The bright, blue skies of your hometown faded into the gloomy dark green atmosphere of the forest.
There were no signs of life to be found. The trees were dead, the path was dim, and silence abound.
Like frightened prey, you ran aimlessly. The thickening fog of the woods began to mess up your mind. Sounds and words began to snake itself into your mind, furthering you into a pit of fear.
Your mind screamed for you to run, and run you did. As far as your legs carried you, as far as your lungs could handle. You didn't even care that brambles tugged at your clothes. One thought repeated itself in your mind, and that was to escape.
For one stricken with fear, each second seemed to be eternity. The mind could not comprehend time, for it abandoned rationality for the primal instinct to survive.
Just when your mind was at the brink of collapse, a voice called from the shadowed foliage.
"Calm down, deep breaths," the voice instructed.
"Who are you..?"
"Someone you can trust."
"I... I..."
"You can calm down now, you're safe here. Now, deep breaths..."
You followed the stranger's instructions.
"There we go."
All fear dissipated from your body, and waves of relief washed over you. Relief to have found another soul amidst a land of thorns and shadows.
The two of you sat on a fallen log by the river, where the sky was clear and free of the dark. There you told stories of yourselves to pass the time. It helped ease your nerves, as well as help you rest.
"I got lost. I was wandering by the edge of our home, then the next moment I was here," you explained, twirling the hem of your dress around your fingertips.
"How about you?" you asked him. He was no older than you. His hair was silvery and had a sheen to it. It reminded you of the swords you saw back home.
"I was sent here by my father to train," he looked at you, enthusiasm in his eyes. They were the color of aurora, the myriad of colors that you've read in various prose.
"By yourself? Don't you get lonely? I sure would."
"It doesn't bother me. All of this leads to something in the future— to become a worthy retainer."
"Well, I don't know what a retainer is but I'm sure you'll turn out to be the best one day."
"Thank you."
It was getting dark. Dusk began to ease its way through the sky, with the waxing gibbous moon following shortly after.
The wind had picked up the pace, sending the long fabrics of your dress to flow freely in the wind. The wind was uplifting. In childish glee, you twirled and attempted a ballerina's pirouette.
Your audience gave you a thumbs up for your performance, offering you a soft smile.
"I set up camp nearby, it's best that we take shelter before it gets any darker."
"Lead the way."
And the rest was history.
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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hello! for your event, may i request "i wish i knew you wanted me" with leona? congrats on 1k!!!
omg thank you so much anon 💛✨
also, i'm so sorry for answering so late 😭
To The Very Last Letter
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"Oi, Leona! This stuff's yours right?" Ruggie tossed the small cardboard box in Leona's direction.
It wasn't eye-catching in any way. The box had the color gray, it was barren and worn. One would've mistaken it for another one of the things Leona scatters around, only to forget it later.
"Where'd you even get this?" Leona said, analyzing it from the outside.
"Savanaclaw's new house warden sent it here. You should be thankful that the guy hadn't thrown it away."
Savanaclaw. He hadn't heard that name for years now. How was the dorm doing? Is the botanical garden the same cozy place it was then? Has Crewel gotten wrinkles? How's the herbivore and that gremlin doing?
"How are those two?"
"Well, they're Assistant Headmaster something something. Kind of forgot the details. But they're doing pretty well if that's what you were wondering about," Ruggie shrugged.
The news made him feel a little at ease. As much as he'd like to have a chat between tea, he had so much paperwork left to do. The kingdom, legal stuff, trade, memos he needed to sign, and foreign affairs. Needless to say, he's got a lot on his plate.
Or maybe that's just an excuse for being lazy?
"Is this...?"
Thin stacks of letters were the contents of the box. They had a wide range of colors, some white, some orange, some even had more colors than one. All of them, no doubt, were the ones you sent him a while back.
"Ruggie, make sure the squirt goes to his lessons this time. That old baboon wouldn't shut up if he misses it again."
"Just like his Unca Leona," Ruggie snickered.
"Can't have our future king slacking off is all."
The hyena paused for a moment. It's been seven years since Leona assumed the throne, and seven years since the former king passed. He had agreed to be temporary king, to reign until Cheka had come of age and was fit to rule over Sunset Savannah. The wear and stress of the position took its toll on him.
Leona looked nothing like the proud house warden he once was. The circles under his eyes grew larger and more defined with the weeks. And he'd rarely see him come out of his office, and his eyes never looked dimmer than it was.
"Fine, fine. Take a break when you're done."
"I doubt I could even if I wanted to."
With Ruggie out the door, Leona was left with the mountains of paperwork and the stack of your letters.
"These could wait," he glanced at the box, putting it away in a drawer.
The night turned to day and night again. The towers of paper were reduced greatly by now. Meaning, that he had some time to slack off until the next hour.
The coffee on his desk had gone cold, and the bread turned stale from the hours of ignoring it. But it was still a good snack as any, he thought, too occupied to be bothered to ask for a new batch.
He decided that rereading your little letters would be better than staring at nothing. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't sleep. It felt like even the slightest neglect would result in everything he worked hard for to come crashing down. For all of the respect he's earned to turn into dust again.
"Alright, herbivore, let's see what you got."
The first letter was purple, with the mark of Octavinelle printed on the lower right corner in faint gold color.
To Leona Kingscholar,
Hey there. I hope this letter finds you well.
I wanted to thank you for your help back there. If it weren't for you, Grim and I would probably be on the streets.
I asked Jack what kind of food you liked. And he answered me with, "Expensive meat, probably." He had the same answer as Ruggie, so I went for it.
The ingredients were hard to procure, but Octavinelle lent us a few madols to compensate. And the ghosts told me they could help me make it.
So, I wanted to invite you for a feast. Ramshackle, at 7:30 p.m. You're not obligated to come, but I'd feel so much better if you would.
—Sincerely, MC
The memory earned a chuckle from him. He remembered how you waited for him on your dorm's porch. He couldn't forget how you looked like you were about to fall asleep right then and there.
He picked out another one, multicolored, with red, black, and gold. It was richly decorated with bundles of blue and yellow as if it was screaming 'rich!' at the top of its lungs.
To Leona Kingscholar,
Can you believe it? Jamil held us hostage! If we knew it would've ended up like that we never would've helped him in the kitchen.
Enough of that, how's your winter break so far? Does it snow back there? Or is it just cold? If it did, I bet you'd look goofy wearing a sweater. Do you have to wear something to warm your tail too?
That's pretty much all I wanted to say. I look forward to your return. Who knows, there might be a surprise waiting for you.
—Herbivore
A plush toy. That's what was waiting for him. You got him a small lion plushie as a gift. Reluctantly, he accepted it anyway. To this day, it's still neatly stored in one of his closets.
The third one was a vibrant hue of purple. It was laced with gold on the edges and had a kind of sheen.
To Leona,
Hey, how are things?
The VDC turned out better than I anticipated. I should give credit to Vil for helping us all throughout.
I was looking for you in the crowd. But I couldn't find anywhere I looked. Maybe you were busy with final stage maintenance?
That's too bad, I was hoping that you'd come see their performance. Who knew Ace and Deuce had some good moves up their sleeve?
Hey, Leona, if it's not too much trouble... Would you like to join me for dinner? There's a new restaurant in town. Cater sent me a few pictures of the venue, and I couldn't help but think of Savanaclaw.
Hoping for a reply.
—Sincerely, Herbivore
He hadn't sent a reply.
The last one of the four was more formal. It was black, decorated with little lines of gold. And the seal of NRC was still intact.
"I haven't seen this one before..."
To Leona Kingscholar,
Congratulations. As your fellow schoolmate, I'm here to bid you farewell. We had a good school year together, don't you think?
After this you'll be out on the field, no? That's what Cater told me. Then it means you won't be around much. That's a shame, I'll miss you napping around the botanical garden for sure.
No joke, I'll really miss having you around. But don't let that hold you back. I'm sure you'll be known as the great wizard you are. Don't give up and keep looking forward.
Pardon the cheesiness.
We plan on holding a farewell party for all the seniors. I hope you can stop by Ramshackle, Grim and I've prepared a lot of good food.
That, and I want to tell you something. I honestly wanted to tell you this in person, but I'm worried that you might not come. I don't want to waste this opportunity to tell you that...
Leona Kingscholar, I love you.
—Your Herbivore, MC
Leona put away the letters. The gray box was stowed away in his drawer, he doesn't know when he'll be taking it out soon.
"If I had known, I would've loved you... I would've..."
When did he start crying?
He retired for the night, not in the mood for work.
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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How about enemies to lovers with a vampire!Vil and a vampire hunter reader?
Sanguine and Silver
"Of hunter and prey, of gunner and game. A tango between a wanderer and a man fanged-fair."
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The fog had been there since the beginning. A stalwart sentinel of the land, who firmly stood long before folk settled and rooted civilization upon its soil. Come rain, come snow, it was there, still.
You ran, bare feet pounding against the uneven ground beneath. Carry on, run for your life. Frightened deer, hunter-turned-prey, run till the chase stops. And pray that it ends in your favor.
Escape, for dead men tell no tales. Dead men taste not the addictive cold of alcohol nor savor the heaven that was meals, for only the cold of the earth lies for the dead.
You ducked and dashed till you found cover. You hid amongst the bushes and foliage. Careful as a mouse, holding your breath lest it finds you. It, who feeds upon life. Vil Schoenheit— a vampire.
You hoped the tranquil scent of the soil and flora would mask the adrenaline that pumped throughout your body, and you wished that the sparrows sang loud enough to overshadow the incessant pounding in your chest.
The bruises ache, and the scratches burn. It felt like a searing knife dragged its edge along your skin, sending waves upon waves of phantom pains across your beat and battered body.
Crimson drops seeped into the land below, staining it. The coppery scent grew stronger, more potent with each passing second. You stilled, hearing a cackle followed by the crunch of leaves and twigs. It grew louder.
Your grip on the blade never faltered. The inscribed silver of the dagger shone coldly under the moonlight, awaiting the next monster that should fall victim to it.
"You offer a good chase, I'll give you that," he chuckled. Vil Schoenheit looked like he didn't even break a sweat.
"I'll kill you, just you wait," you spat venomously. Your eyes held fire, fire that held the intent to burn him on the stake.
Vil only laughed harder.
"I'll be waiting till the day comes," he looked down at your injured figure, the lilac jewels that were his irises flashed traces of concern...? Pity? It made you sick to the core.
I don't need your pity. I hate it.
You positioned yourself and lunged with all the strength you had left. Circle in for the kill, your mind screamed. For he is game, and you are his hunter.
The blade shall tear through immortal flesh, and the essence that holds life shall spill out. The village shall be liberated, free from the behemoth that plagues the shadows. And you will revel in fame and riches.
Let us prey.
You tore through, but only slightly. He was fast. A powerful kick parried his demise. And that same strike sent you hurling towards a faraway tree.
You hacked up blood, sure that your bones have been shattered to pieces from the impact. Slowly, your vision grew dark.
"Insolent fool..." you heard him say, his words became blurred by your gradual slip of consciousness.
Your mind withdrew, overloaded by the great pains, fears, and panics nonstop. Just then, you felt waves against your feet and a voice behind your ear.
"Not yet," the voice, that sounded of wind upon ash, consoled. Its tone was that of a consoling parent.
You awoke. The sensation of falling jolted your senses into action.
You felt the luxurious satin sheets of the bed.
You tasted a bitterness that lingered on your palate.
You saw faint sunlight, glowing faintly through half-open curtains.
You heard footsteps against the hardwood floor.
Your body felt heavy. The aches of last night hadn't faded completely, but they became bearable enough for you to move.
"You're awake, I see," the voice, no doubt, belonged to Vil.
"Why are you doing this..." you narrowed your eyes, inching towards your blade on the nightstand. What is he to gain from this?
He stepped closer, smirking when he saw you reach for the dagger. Closer and closer, he tested the boundaries between you both.
"You should be grateful. But here you are throwing a fit," he said with a sigh, still ignoring the darkened expression on your face.
"You haven't answered my question," you gritted. "Why would something like you save me? To treat me like cattle? To hunt and release, then hunt again?"
Vil rolled his eyes. "I don't plan on killing you simply because I have my morals. Drink blood... I haven't done that for so long. And I don't plan on doing it anytime soon," he explained.
"Though, the latter sounds tempting. I might try it sometime if you're still foolhardy enough to threaten me again."
You laughed, refusing to believe a word that Vil said. Morals? Bullshit.
"I'll kill you."
"You couldn't do so even if you tried."
Quick, like a flash, you took your dagger with the intent of finally finishing the job— to kill Vil.
You didn't expect your body to freeze on the spot. Pathetically, you fell to the floor, unable to move a muscle. You felt like stone, a crude statue. You can't even avert your gaze from a Vil that couldn't hold his laughter.
He picked you up with ease, giving you a loud 'tsk' like a parent would do to their child. "You're not so keen, aren't you?"
Why can't I move?
"Why can't you just sit quietly. I'm even treating you myself. Be thankful at least," Vil lay you down on the bed. A flick of his fingers broke the curse, your entire body felt like putty from the sudden change.
"I'll kill you, I promise you."
"That's nice."
You grabbed the blade again, only to lose all mobility once more. Another sigh escaped from Vil's lips.
"This might take a while."
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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A Breath, A Tale
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"A wish is yours to make. Make it bright, make it as vivid and explosive as fireworks. Make it detailed and descriptive, make it overflowing with delectable words.
Or perhaps make it brief, reserved, cool. Like the solace that could only be found after the rain.
Whatever it may be, I look forward to it. For each letter contains a fragment of your soul, intimacy that spoken words cannot convey.
Handle it with care, like a newborn babe. Then send it off adrift, watch it travel out into the sea, let it be carried by Fate's waves."
For a limited time, I'll be opening requests again. Send me the name of the TWST boy you'd like me to write with a scenario/word/thing that you'd like to see in the fic.
Due to personal reasons, the character limit is set to one (1) character. And I'll only be accepting fanfiction/oneshot requests for the event.
As always, I'm grateful for all of your support towards my works. I can't thank you all enough. And it makes me so happy that my writing reached you and made your day 💛.
—Sincerely, Lumen
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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YOOOOOOO 🥺
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i can't express how much i'm grateful for all your support since the beginning. to celebrate, i'll be having a blog event!! 👁️
send me a character and a scenario, or anything you'd like to see, and i'll do it 😌. but i gotta keep the character limit to only one (1) since school's just started 😭
i'll be posting more details about it soon, so stay tuned.
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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omg ✨💛 haven't been active in a while but i just wan to say thankie. and kudos to all of the amazing writers out there, we praise 😌✨
@zgvlt @takuyakistall @twstwonderlandstuff @mobagehelllocal
It's Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day! So go on, appreciate the fuck out of those who generously share their ideas and talents with us. Today and every day after.
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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Hiii, so I just my braces on and I'm really not enjoying it cuz ya know...it hurts. So I was wondering if you could do Riddle, Kalim, Azul, and Floyd with a (preferably gender-neutral) s/o who just got their braces on? Thanks!
man, i'm so sorry this got so so so delayed. i was grinding some events and had to lay off a bit (for personal reasons) 😭
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"I've prepared some antibiotics and painkillers, try to take them in moderation. Once it clears up we can enjoy a cake or two together."
As someone who aspires to become a doctor, Riddle knew the basics— the medicine you needed to take, what you were and weren't allowed to eat, and the physical tasks you had to lay off for the time being.
He's sure that the dentist had already told you what to do. But it wouldn't hurt anyone if he were to remind you again.
Floss and brush well, he would tell you. It became routine for you both.
Riddle wrote your appointments in his timetable, just so he can clear up his tasks should you return to have your regular checkup.
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"Oh, I get it now! A good meal might stave off the pain. Have some of this, it isn't too hard to swallow and it's pretty good too!"
Kalim experienced the pain of having braces too. As the eldest of his family, he ought to look presentable in front of various guests and business associates of his parents.
He didn't have a great amount of knowledge for your situation. But that didn't mean he didn't know how to ease the pain.
His mind drifted back to memories of him getting taken care of by the palace servants, and the delicious foods that they offered him at the time.
And, much to Jamil's chagrin and worry, he took it upon himself to fetch you the medications your dentist prescribed you with.
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"They're there to straighten your teeth? Hm, I guess there are medical reasons for such a practice. Truly, there is always something you land-folk do that baffle me."
When he learned that you were to buy ibuprofen, he was curious if he could whisk up a potion that's similar to it. Perhaps some herbs and exotic roots would do the trick, or maybe a few powders and extracts...
Then he remembered he didn't have a degree in pharmaceuticals. He wouldn't risk a lawsuit of all things. Oh, woe is he.
Truth be told, he was surprised to find yet another strange practice of you land-folk. Another culture shock.
After all, mermen rarely tend to their teeth, so the practice of dentistry— specifically orthodontics — were new to him.
But he didn't let his fascination distract him from the poor, unfortunate and suffering darling beside him!
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"Why even get those things on your teeth anyways? Man, you're pretty frail. Want some apples? Or candy? Corn, maybe?"
He saw it as a sign of weakness. And Floyd being Floyd, he became fixated on teasing you from the depths and back.
Under the sea, broken or damaged teeth usually recover within a day or two. It was an evolutionary trait that was passed down from generation to generation of hunters.
Ever so often you'd find him 'discreetly' munching on some hard foods beside you, looking like he was expecting some reaction from you.
When you did, he'd answer with either "You gonna do something?"
And when you won't, he'd whine, "Shut like a clam...so lame..."
That leaves you juggling between an incessant Floyd and aching teeth. You could never catch a break here...
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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Can i have platonic headcannons for the diasomnia students (seprate) learning that the reader (who is from another world so she'd be Yuu basically) is Lilia's daughter (who even Lilia didn't know existed) considering at first the them AND the reader just thought she was a normal human. Even though the reader did have the pointed ears but the reader was just told her whole life that it was just some kind of genetic deformity of some kind and nothing else.
ooh, i've seen this ask on @twstwonderlandstuff 's blog recently. and i'm more than happy to take on this req ✨
apologies for answering so late.
mc's parent here is female, if you don't mind.
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WHAT?
No way. There is no way Master Lilia could've had a child. Despite travelling from country to country, he would never have been able to encounter your birth mother! You were from another world for gods' sake!
And he still can't get over that fact. You? From another world? Do you qualify on being an alien? Like in those science fiction documentaries...?
Enough of that!
There's no denying that you indeed possessed some fae characteristics, albeit watered down by the other blood that runs through your veins.
Chimera...
Truth be told, he was once curious of finding other people like him— born with the blood of Fae and another. It was a long time ago, to the point that he had almost forgotten about it completely.
He didn't expect to find someone so soon. And in the form of you, the infamous Prefect, too?
Since you've missed out on many of Master Lilia's heroic travels, Sebek would be more than happy to share them all with you!
Let us begin with his tales of the Scalding Sands. And proceed to Pyroxene, then to Jubilee Port!
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Though not related by blood, I wish for us to have the same camaraderie of true siblings.
Silver couldn't describe the feeling that welled inside him. Delight mixed with anxiousness and... Jealousy...?
He didn't mind most of those feelings. He was more focused on sharpening your skills— swordfighting, survival and if possible, magic. Basically, everything that Lilia had taught him since he was but a child.
After all, Lilia was a high ranking official and a personal friend of the royal family, surely someone would be after your head. If news broke out, that is.
To the best of his ability, he will make sure you are protected and secured. He considers you as his sibling, so he will do what he can to become a reliable older brother.
An older brother...? Don't mind me, it merely feels strange on the tongue.
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A product of Lilia's many exploits? What tales do you tell, I wonder?
Pray tell, child of Lilia, what stories do you have of your mother? Your hometown? What songs and lullabies have your folk sang to you as a babe?
What was your house? Was it of brick or stone? Or perhaps wood and glass? What of your hometown? Was it a lazy town by the seaside? A bustling jungle of concrete and lights?
Or perhaps it was a plan and simple countryside? He had so much to learn, so much to see and to hear.
Pardon me for the sudden questions. I could not resist but to wonder of your origins. Much more that you're related to Lilia by blood.
Give and take. For each story you tell him, he graces you with knowledge privy to the inhabitants of Briar Valley. If he feels up to it, he might tell you a meaty secret or a tidbit of knowledge from hidden tomes.
Malleus saw potential in you, and it wouldn't hurt to have Sebek train you with your magical abilities. He made a note to make sure of you had magic in you.
And he could have Silver or maybe Lilia himself to train you in your physical abilities as well.
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I have a child? Amusing!
No child of his would be as helpless as a ragdoll, of course! A classic Vanrouge-style training ought to be useful to you.
A week of survival in the mountains, or maybe hand-to-hand combat with Sebek. Ooh! Or maybe a rather extreme training camp led by a good old friend of his!
How foolish he was to not consider that his gleeful galavanting would bear fruit. Aside from rigorous training, he has a lot more plans in store to make up for lost years.
He's read countless books about foreign cuisine, and it would elate him so if his dearest daughter would get to taste them all.
From chocolate-coated shellfish, to strawberry flavored pasta! Everything that has been cooked under the sun he'll gladly whip up in the kitchen.
Oh! And before he could forget, he plans on throwing many birthday parties for you. So buckle up and prepare for an eventful afternoon!
My daughter, it still feels rather strange to call you that, in this time we spend, I pray that we would be able to do some catching up with each other.
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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Oh good god it's gotten worse
Okay, so I just saw a tiktok saying "hey, ao3 is not tiktok. Do not censor words, especially in the tags." I stg people are losing brain cells. The tiktoker then proceeded to show an example of the tag they saw which was:
"s..cidal ideation"
I don't know who needs to, once again, hear this, but you are stopping the tagging system, and filtration system from working.
People censor words on platforms like tiktok to stop the algorithm from picking up their video and automatically taking it down or restricting it.
A tagging system works so that other people can easily filter the content they do and don't want to see. So if some had "suicidal ideation" in their filtered tags so that they won't see things containing that subject matter, by censoring the word suicidal, you have now stopped the tagging/filtration system from working and now the individual is going to see content that they had made sure to filter out.
Please stop censoring words and/or phrases. Especially in tags. You are literally stopping the system from working and doing its job. Ao3 (and Tumblr) is not tiktok. The tags are there for a reason. Don't censor them.
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Henlo Lumen. Can I request Sebek with a fem! reader who's an expert in medical works especially in giving first aid. They're the most gentle person out there when giving first aid or any medical help to other people but they're reckless when it comes to themselves (I'm a child of a doctor and the amount of scars I have on my legs from tripping throughout my childhood is... a bit interesting)
man, anon, i feel u 😭
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"It hurts...!"
"Not so tough now?"
Sebek was hissing nonstop as you applied ointment to his blistered arms— the result of an uncontrolled fire blast with a damaged pen.
It hadn't been a while since you took your new role as Sebek's personal nurse, much go his chagrin if you may add, you felt as if you hurt his pride with your frequent scolding.
What started off as a few bruises and cuts now escalated to something like this— burns and sometimes even broken bones. You weren't a miracle worker nor are you capable of healing him with magic, so you had to make do with what you had and would send him off to get treatment after first aid.
Before your unwarranted 'transfer' to NRC, you helped out at the nurse's office for some time. So you could say you were adept with the practice.
"Please don't overwork yourself this time. It might get worse, I already asked Lilia to let you off for a while until you heal."
"YOU WHAT?" Sebek boomed, startling you, causing the assortment of bandages and alcohol to come crashing down the floor.
"At least try to be a bit more gentle."
"NO! First of all, how bold of you to underestimate my healing capabilities. And second of all, how dare you make me look so useless! And to Master Lilia of all people?!" He huffed, crossing his arms with a wince. "I've been through many trials and have braved all of them! So this is nothing to me."
You sighed, realizing that your words won't be able to get through him. "Just rest a bit, at least," you turned to face him, before busying yourself with cleaning up.
He handed you a stray box of band-aids, "I don't need it," he looked at you dead in the eye. He stood up proud, and marched back out as if he wasn't hissing in pain just a few minutes ago.
Dumb and obnoxious. That was Sebek at that moment, and prideful and so infuriatingly ignorant. He was many things, sure, but those were what you felt he was right then.
"I just hope that he'll take my advice this time..."
The next morning, just as the darks of the night before faded into the fresh golden glow of sunrise, just when dew rested upon the blades of grass that littered your lawn, Sebek came knocking on the shabby oaken door.
"On it," you yawned, rubbing the sleep off your eyes.
He was standing on the porch, his hair down, and wearing a light green t-shirt and a pair of camouflage shorts. Not necessarily the best choice of clothes, but it fit his pallet— green, green and more green.
"I assume Malleus told you to take a break?"
"...Yes... We're both excused from classes today. And I was told to come here and... And spend some time here until I've healed..." the last sentence became hushed.
"Come in, I need to change those," you pointed at the thickly wrapped gauze around his arms.
You made sure to thoroughly clean it first, lathering it up with antibacterial soap, then another gentle application of burn ointments, and finally finishing it with another handsome wrapping of fresh bandages.
"It looks better than yesterday. Did you use magic?"
"No, I just heal fast. I would've recovered much faster if only..."
You were satisfied with your work, confident that it would hold until the next time you had to change it. Sebek, meanwhile, was pouting and complaining the whole time.
"I rented an album from that artist you like on the way here," he handed you a C.D. case. The black and white cover's notable features were the repeating texts to make it look like news articles.
"Rep?"
"I honestly have no idea," he shrugged.
It was a good thing that Deuce was kind enough to lend you his player last Thursday. You had to get it back to him sometime soon.
"We can rest here until class ends," you popped the disc into the player, waiting a few seconds before the first song was queued.
"...Are you ready for it?"
Some time passed by.
"And all at once you are the one I have been waiting for— King of my heart, body and soul. And all at once you are the one, I'll never let you go— King of my heart, body and soul."
By the time the last song came to an end, you were lightly dozing off on Sebek's chest, deaf to the annoyed grumbles of the freshman.
"Get off me."
"You know I can't push you off."
"Come on."
"If you can't beat them, join them, I guess," you felt him relax, and it wasn't long before his head rested above yours.
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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Hey there! The donation post for importantfartfan is a scam and the op will just answer you with stolen pics. Scam posts are usually by blogs that are quite new, and often spammed asks to many users. Anyone calling them out get blocked, but please look up pet donation scams which will explain how these scammers operate. I'm not the anon, BUT my side blog called kyra45 is likely where anon found info. Please don't ask me for 'hard proof' of this scam, the pics are heavily edited and I'm unable to find their origins.
oh i see.
i'm sorry to my followers that had to see that. i had no idea that it was a scam and genuinely thought that they needed to help their cat.
i can't believe scammers would use images of poor animals just to get a quick buck.
i'll be deleting that reblog so no one falls victim to it too.
and tysm so much for letting me know, otherwise i might've donated a big amount myself
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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Hey just so you're aware that cat post from "importantfartfan" is a scam
uhh...what 😭
man, i've yet to confirm this. i sent a quick dm to them earlier, we'll see if they'll respond. hope the cat's alright though.
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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Hello! I had found your blog not too long ago and absolutely fell in LOVE with your writing! As soon as I saw requests were open, I hoped right on in! Could I possibly request the first year group with an S/O who is like the violinist, Lindsey Stirling? Like, beautiful and complex musical creations on the violin and the beautiful outfits designed to represent the songs? Thank you so much!!❤😊❤😊
omg ur compliments are making me blush 🥺. i'm so so sorry that i answered this so late 😭 i've been finisbing up the msot recent req
as, usual. i hope you enjoy!!
Pristine and dulcet tones were the norm for the freshmen. Everyday breathtaking performances, accompanied by fits of your own design. You carried the violin with the aesthetic that you've decided upon.
You turned colors, fabric, and music into artistic violin concertos. From the whites of a barren winter field, to the oranges and golds of wheat on sunset, to the vivid graffiti of modern-day Picassos.
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Ace would deny it if asked, but he absolutely adored your tiny concertos. And he had a new idea pop up in his head once in a while. His only problem was how he could get those ideas to you in the least suspicious manner.
His solution? Anonymous notes that littered every single nook and cranny that you could possibly find.
Casinos... Circuses... Broadway... It frustrates him to no end that ideas like these keep popping up without an outlet to share them with. Soon, the notes weren't enough. He thought of more complex things.
A gothic church performance, or maybe something more regal— with golds and reds and purples all around. Or maybe— or maybe...
Or maybe he should just tell you all of it himself.
"So I've got a few ideas... Hey, stop looking at me like that! I'm a genius, y'know? Anyways, wanna hear them out?"
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Deuce was a regular listener to your music. And he enjoyed all of them. But one performance stood out to him more than the rest.
A daring showcase of punk culture— leather jackets, graffiti, motorcycle gangs and all that jazz. It hit home, but that's what made it all the more better.
It took him back to his skull-bashing days, which wasn't too long ago, when he had his hair bleached and smoked with all of his 'friends'. He never realized you could turn that stuff into music.
It felt so uplifting, so liberating, so rebellious. And your outfit really managed to fit the theme you were looking for— leather jackets, belts, chains, and some glow-in-the-dark ink 'tattoos' across your forearms and legs.
You know what, why not drive you around the city with that getup. Just let him grab his jacket for a quick minute.
"Hey, that was pretty good, reminds me a lot of the old days. Speaking of which... How does a drive around the city sound?"
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Jack never considered himself as an avid music fan, but even he could tell that you were an expert at your craft.
It was empowering, both your performances and your enthusiasm. Just making him hear the soft-yet-impactful sounds from your instrument was enough to have his blood pumping. He wanted to run, and run, and run.
He wanted to feel the wind against his fur, to cover as much land as he could, to consume every sight and every scenery.
Music so inspiring, a fuel for romance. If he could, he would write you sonnets that complimented your works, or adorn your outfits with flowers that would match.
Thoughts of waltzing with you flashed in his mind. For a brief moment, he thought of twirling you around in an open field, with nothing else but the both of you and the wildflowers.
He felt like an idiot. He sounded like a child. But what he said still holds true.
"Hey...Um, do you want to uh... Go out for a run sometime...? Not that I'm forcing you! Just... Just say yes, c'mon."
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Your style and genre were new to Epel. But among your many songs, he found the warm comfort of home in a few— specifically your country-themed works.
In a world of gold-laced luxuries and glamorous fabrics, he found the solace of Harveston in your music. It was like he was magically teleported back to his porch, sitting on a rocking chair, and lazing until the sunset gave way to the cold of dusk.
As much as he'd love to feel like he was home again, Vil would certainly nag his ear off if he finds him slacking about.
He applauded the range of themes you can cover. Name it, you've probably done them before. A few of your ideas were taken from Pomefiore's overall aesthetic and elegance.
He took it as a crude training session. He'd rather be with you than Vil's iron-fisted way of 'training him to perfection'.
"Try as I might, it's impossible to learn through Vil's way. Would you mind if I ask for your help instead?"
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Out of all of them, Sebek was the one that vocalized his support the most. Often times he'd be found chanting and cheering at your small performance, he attracted a crowd every time.
Outspoken he was, undeniably. It was entertaining honestly. While most would shake his head at his thunderous enthusiasm, you would just giggle at his antics.
It just so happens that you share a hobby with his Lord and Idol, Malleus Draconia. Lord Malleus' solos always have that damp and somber atmosphere around it.
But you were that and more. Your violin took him to places he could only dream of in postcards and stories. The oriental harmonies that depict the east, you made him imagine. The bustling and sandy expanse of the deserts, he was able to feel.
Keep it a secret, but if he were to choose. As much as it pains him, as much as it agonizingly pulls on his heartstrings... He has to admit that he enjoyed yours more.
He knew every artist comes across a wall. And yours just happened to arrive sooner than he expected. But fear not! Sebek was known for his inspiring and uplifting words of encouragement! Or at least he thought so.
"Your music is something I look forward to everyday. That is why it's a shame to see you like this. If you're up for it, I know a few places that could help clear your mind."
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luminous-letters · 2 years
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MAn, we're already at 800+ 🛐
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we've come a long way... from a small 'incorrect quotes' blog. then i started writing fanfiction again after a couple years, and now we're here.
i couldn't thank you all enough for continuing to support my works (even if it sometimes gets delayed 😭)
i'm planning on a blog event soon, but i'm still working it out (along with the last of the reqs)
anyways, that's all. thank you and i hope you all support and enjoy my works 💛✨
(i couldn't find a cat heart reaction pic so have a pic of my cat instead)
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