#rook hunt
simpingseafood · 2 days ago
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While i was drawing Rook, i remembered this fucking meme
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ridhearts · a day ago
can you tell my heart is speaking? {misc.}
@diodellet​ requested: how would these characters react to getting an anonymous love letter from their crush who, ~plot twist~ has really really illegible handwriting? (like doctor's penmanship but ramp it up by 200% hahaha) like who would try to deduce the sender's identity or who would mistakenly throw the love letter in the trash?
this was one of those requests where i read it and INSTANTLY got inspo - even though it ended up a little silly. i hope you like it!!
!! information !!
characters: ruggie + jamil + rook + lilia + sebek
reader: gn!
cw: none!
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• • • • • • • Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie is one of the easier ones to slip a note when he’s unaware. Just ask if Crewel needs to bother Leona about retaking any tests, go tell Leona about these tests until he threatens to bite a piece of you off your body, then slip into Ruggie’s room and leave the note squarely on his pillow. Most of the guys in the dorm don’t care enough to watch the weird freshman and remember what they’re doing, or they just assume you’re dropping something off for Ruggie as you tend to do.
When Ruggie gets the letter, he at first thinks he’s too tired to read. But then he blinks a few times, holds the letter closer and further from his face, and realizes that, no, his vision is just fine. He’s just got a mysterious letter to figure out, on top of all his regular work. Now, he just has to figure out if it’s a ransom note or a love note…
His consideration of it being a love note is 100% a joke. He doesn’t mean it. But after checking all of his belongings (the stash is still meager, but it’s been growing substantially) and realizing nothing is missing, he crosses ransom off the list. So he starts wondering if he forgot to repay someone, or if somebody could be collecting an IOU. But the list of people he allows to hold favors over his head is notably short, and they all accuse him of trying to hasten the process of them deciding what to use him for when he asks them about leaving a message for him. Ok, so it’s not debt collection, either.
At lunch, Ruggie holds the note in the sun and turns it around in his hands. Some of the symbols actually look like words…written by the kids back home, of course. When he thinks about it like that, he can actually make out a few words: confess, his name, and…love??
OH. So he was right when he found the note. He laughs at himself then, and is thankful he chose to sit by himself in the courtyard today.
That makes narrowing down the suspects way easier. There’s only one person in this school who even pretends to like him, and luckily it’s the one person he doesn’t mind getting a love letter from. Yeah, he wishes he could actually read what you wrote, but something tells him he’ll hear it straight from the horse’s mouth soon enough.
Did you think he’d run straight to you like a lovesick prince and clear the air, saving you from your multi-day suffering of wondering why you haven’t heard a response? You’d be right! - well, partially, about him beelining for you. But you know he’s going to tease you for your handwriting, mentioning how some of the kids back home wrote better than you. Lucky for you…a lot of them can write so well because of him. He’s not the neatest writer out there, but you can READ his handwriting, which would be an improvement on your part.
Ruggie showing up at your door nearly gave you a heart attack, even though it was what you’ve been hoping for. You noticed instantly the piece of paper held in his hand, full of your deepest thoughts and feelings for him. But why did he look so confused?
“What does this say?” He immediately asked, not allowing you to get a word in. Your eyes darted from his face to the note, an embarrassed heat creeping up to your face.
“Uh. Well. If I wanted to tell you, I wouldn’t have written it out, you know?” 
Ruggie stared at you for a few moments before laughing, crumpling the paper in his hand as he did so. Your heart sank - was he really going to reject you in such a cruel manner?
“Listen up, prefect! I’m going to give you some lessons in penmanship,” He declared. “I used to teach some of the kids back home, so this should be a breeze.”
“Oh, okay,” You agreed, not wanting to sound too eager. You didn’t wanted to say it (out loud), but he got a million times cuter when he talked about the kids in his neighborhood. “But...what about the letter?”
“I can’t read it.” 
“But don’t worry!” With the mischievous look on his face, you were suddenly reminded that Ruggie wasn’t simply some innocent underdog in the school just because he wasn’t one of the infamous overblots. “Your final exam will be rewriting it, and I’ll be watching you write every single word.”
You couldn’t tell if he was being flirty or mean, but your heart did somersaults anyway.
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• • • • • • • Jamil Viper
Jamil is a difficult one to catch off guard, especially since (mostly unbeknownst to you) he has a crush on you, too. When you’re in the room, he finds himself watching you from the corner of his eye (or sometimes straight on during his less subtle days), noticing little things that only make him all the more wistful.
The one time he won’t do this is during basketball practice. This is for two reasons: one, he’d die of shame if he missed an easy shot because you were in the room, and two, he happens to be in a club with one of the people who would instantly blurt out any strange behaviors from him if spotted (Floyd). At least Kalim has the sense to stop talking when Jamil gives him a very pointed glare that would only encourage Floyd further.
So, as long as you rope Ace into your plans, talk to him by the bleachers for a second and sneakily place a letter on Jamil’s bag, he probably won’t even notice. And if your note is just on a piece of paper and not enveloped with stickers (please make it discreet, he would also DIE if he had a very obvious love letter on his stuff, regardless of who it’s from) then he won’t even suspect anything until he’s already reading the letter!
…unfortunately, Jamil can’t read the letter.
He tries! He really does! For about 30 seconds. Then he decides it can’t be deciphered and is probably a stray page of somebody’s notes that got stuck on his bag somehow. Ace, who is very aware of what it actually is, tries to casually question Jamil as he crushes it in his hands.
Jamil responds flippantly, saying he couldn’t make sense of it and it’s nothing any of them need to worry about. Before Ace can casually try to offer to decode some of it, Floyd takes that as an invitation to snatch the paper ball, shout a popular baseball player’s name out (nobody is sure if he chose a player of the wrong sport on accident or not), and throw it in the wastebasket across the room instead of the one right next to him. (It makes it! As the basketball club cheers Floyd on and Jamil rolls his eyes, Ace swallows nervously. He’s 90% certain that you just got rejected, hard.)
Ace not-so-subtly breaks the news to you the next day, and he winds up pulling Deuce into ‘Operation: Cheer Up The Prefect!” This involves ice cream (coincidentally they bring home more than you need in their own favorite flavors) and keeping you as far away from Jamil as possible. With how brutally Ace told the story, you’re positive you’d die of embarrassment if you had to meet him face-to-face.
But Ace notices during practice one day that Jamil keeps staring at him. When they take a water break, Ace almost implodes in relief when he’s finally approached.
“Hey, Ace. Is anything wrong with the prefect?”
“You care?” Ace asked, purposely taking the bite out of his words. 
“Well...” Jamil shoves his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt - sweat tank? - and looks to the side, as if choosing his words carefully. “Kalim was planning another party, and I need to know if they’re sick or anything so he doesn’t get sick.”
“Oh. Yeah, they’re fine.” Well, as much as he hates it, Ace feel sorry for you. This guy is ruthless. But he can’t just leave it at that - he’s gonna get you closure, whether you wanted him to or not. “Hey, what did you make of that weird letter on your backpack the other day?”
“You still remember that? It was a piece of-” Jamil stopped, looking right at Ace. Shrinking away, Ace watched Jamil as his eyes shifted slightly, trying to figure out if Ace was messing with him. “What do you mean, a letter?”
“...I may or may not know the basics of what it said. And could’ve read it. Because I know who wrote it. And I can read their handwriting.”
Jamil’s eye twitched once as he started to connect the dots. He looked more annoyed than horrified, which Ace couldn’t decide if it was good or bad. “This letter is sensitive in nature if you only know the basics of what it said, and it just so happened to be the event right in between the prefect talking to me every day to avoiding me when ‘they’re fine?’ Did I get that right?”
Ace laughed nervously. “They don’t call Scarabia one of the smartest dorms for nothing...”
“Sevens,” Jamil cursed, turning on his heel. He was out the door before anybody could ask him what he was doing, but Ace figured out where he was headed. You were in for quite the surprise. To walk out like that...Jamil must really like you.
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• • • • • • • Rook Hunt
Epel tried to fight you tooth and nail when you asked him to deliver the letter. However, after several rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors and even more accusations of you cheating, Epel finally (and begrudgingly) agreed to be your mailman. If Vil wasn’t in the room when he delivered it, he would’ve just tossed it at Rook and been done with it. However, he handed it over with as much grace as he could, listened to Vil’s curt corrections, and scurried out of the room (while Vil called out something against said scurrying.)
Rook knew exactly who wrote the letter as soon as he saw the first word. With handwriting as unique as yours, how could he not? You thought you could hide it when romance seized you so wholly you couldn’t help but express it in written words? How foolish!
Rook began giggling like a madman, and eventually, Vil’s curiosity got the better of him. “What do you have there?”
“It seems the little lovebird has finally decided to sing their song!” Rook exclaimed. Vil wasn’t sure if he’s ever seen such pure glee before.
“Ah, of course. Any highlights?” Code for give me the details, please!
“I would tell you, but I’m afraid I can’t read a single word.”
“Huh?!?” They don’t talk about the utterly disgraceful noise that left Vil’s mouth at that.
See, Rook knows what he received through deduction alone. He’s been expecting you to make a move for some time now, actually! And while he’s touched by what you decided, it’s such a shame that your feelings didn’t break through like you thought they might! Fortunately, Rook gets told he speaks cryptically all the time, so he can play your little game with you if you’d like.
Suddenly, you have Rook trailing you even more than usual, spouting long, wordy praises(?) and sonnets that put Shakespeare to shame. He uses excessively flowery prose and more dramatics than usual, so what little words you catch just don’t make any sense. You enjoy the show, and you’re happy to see he hasn’t rejected you entirely, but you’re also completely lost on any progress you thought you would’ve made with the letter.
Rook has had his fun. Now, it was time for the moment you’ve certainly been waiting for - he was going to answer your feelings and return them in full!
With the recent theatrics, he decided a simple flower and a knock on your door would be enough to express how genuine he was being. After all, he didn’t want to overwhelm you entirely and have you doubting him! So he knocked on your door between the end of classes and dinner, certain you’d be winding down from the day and have a second to spare.
When you opened the door, Rook bowed and offered the flower in his hand to you. “Ah, mon cœur, how lovely it is to see you again. I’ve come to officially accept your feelings and see...if you might be interested in pursuing a relationship with me? You know I do love a good pursuit.”
You took the flower cautiously, an eyebrow raised. “But I thought..”
“Oh! Nothing.”
“No, no! Do not be keeping secrets from me already!” Rook lamented, straightening his posture and grabbing your hands in his. “Tell me what it is that confuses you.”
“Well...” All of a sudden, you were feeling very embarrassed and sort of like a fool. “I guess, when you started with all the poems every day, I kinda thought...that meant we already were in a relationship?”
Rook blinked at you, unable to hold back his singular laugh. “My feelings are as strong as they have always been. I could feel the passion in your letter, I could see the love-”
“You couldn’t read the letter, could you?” You sighed. “Grim warned me this might happen...”
But Rook, thoroughly amused with the situation, only brought your hands to his face and pressed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Perhaps we are soulmates, then, if we so thoroughly understand each other with such indirect communication.”
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• • • • • • • Lilia Vanrouge
Are you confessing to Lilia via letter because it’s old fashioned and romantic, or because you’re scared? As you walk up the hill to the front door of Diasomnia, you still can’t figure out the answer for yourself.
If you know Lilia well enough to even considering there’s a CHANCE at a successful confession, you’ve definitely picked up on how he’s much…more than he leads on. Even if you didn’t know him that well, with the way everybody who knows him respects and admires him, you’d have to be stupid not to know SOMETHING was hiding beneath those “innocent, adorable eyes” and those “boyish good looks” and his “smooth, youthful cheeks.” (All, of course, are direct observations made by the fae himself.) So perhaps the chance at being gently let down is greater than you’d hoped, but certainly you’re trying to appeal to his more private side, right?
You approach the door, stand frozen in front of it, and slip the envelope with his name beneath the door before hurrying away. Okay, you wrote your confession because you were scared.
Lilia allows you to leave the dimension of his dorm before curiously picking up the letter. You aren’t very good at hiding your tracks, but against fae, most humans aren’t. He smiles at the hearts you’ve drawn on the envelope, carefully peeling off any stickers to keep. What a sweet way of telling him things he already knows.
Oh, he doesn’t mean to be demeaning! You’re simply so cute, it’s hard for him not to coo over every little thing you do! He’s been carefully tiptoeing around the subject for ages, but if you were brave enough to confess to him first…perhaps it’s time for him to truly confront the feelings that have been building ever since he met you. You are strange, and you are reckless, and you are oh so dear to him. It couldn’t hurt to at least see where a relationship would go within the year, right?
(Read: Lilia has some hangups about the difference in your lifespans, but fae aren’t exactly known to be selfless creatures. Lilia doesn’t hoard jewels and gold so much as he does the people he holds close to his heart, so it was really only a matter of time before you found yourself by his side anyway.)
Of course, even if Lilia can read the letter just fine, he has to have some fun with it! The hope and apprehension in your eyes when he meets you next is too enjoyable not to toy with, just a little. So, instead of asking you to dinner, Lilia asks if you need help with your unit on hexes and curses. Confused, you cautiously agree and suddenly, instead of a date, you have a two-person study group. At least he’s not avoiding you completely?
Lilia has you carefully drawing out the symbols in your textbook while he watches with his sharp eyes. You’re almost positive he’s leaning too close to you on purpose, and you’re 100% sure he’s being such a perfectionist just so he can fluster you more. When he purposely puffs a little air on your neck just as you’re finishing this round of symbols, making you jolt and mess up an otherwise perfectly straight line, Lilia clicks his tongue and begins to tell you to start again. You interrupt him.
“You’re being weird again.”
“Am I?”
“Yes,” You respond, turning to face him. Ah, right, he never backed away and now your faces were inches apart. Leaning back, you turned your head and huffed. Normally you’d find this endearing, but now you were beginning to feel like a toy. “What’s with this whole studying thing, anyway? I never mentioned having trouble in class. Actually, I’m doing just fine.”
“And yet you accepted my help anyway?” Your face began to heat up. Lilia backed away to give you your space again. “No, I just thought I might help you, since whatever curse you slipped underneath my door was absolutely abysmal.”
“I’ve gotta say, though, hearts are a strange choice of rune...”
“Oh,” Your face got hotter, and you sighed. “Listen, Lilia, if I overstepped...”
Before you could finish, Lilia leaned in again, one hand on the back of your chair and the other on the table. You weren’t caged in at all, but you felt as if leaving would be a big mistake - not that you wanted to, of course. Lilia was smiling, the carefully constructed way someone does when they’re waiting to prove you wrong.
“Don’t say that, little one. It appears I’m the one that overstepped. I only meant to tease you a bit, that’s all. I never meant to imply I wasn’t interested.”
• • • • • • • Sebek Zigvolt
Sebek’s eyes have been on you all day (more than usual). Lilia joyfully proclaims that he has “‘got it bad,’ as the youth are now saying,” but Sebek knows it’s deeper than that. Sebek knows you are planning something.
You and your two friends (which, now that he’s got suspicions, he refuses to admit are also his friends) have been hunched over something, whispering conspiratorially and laughing all day. What’s more is that the Young Master has been hanging around you at night more and more frequently. Dots are connecting in Sebek’s head, and he doesn’t like it one bit.
Before he can best decide how to confront you, you leave with your little entourage. But what’s this? Upon closer inspection, Sebek realizes you’ve left behind a piece of paper. He scans it closely, once, twice, then realizes…
Sebek is beside himself with grief, fury, and shock at your audacity. At your betrayal!! How could a human such as yourself - weak and simple-minded and kind and attractive and determined - stoop to such lows?! This isn’t right! It keeps him awake at night, and he decides the next morning that he must confront you before you do something you cannot undo.
You hear loud, aggressive banging on your door far earlier than Ace and Deuce ever arrive at your dorm. Excitedly sending the two a text saying Sebek is right on time, you jump down the stairs and try not to be too excited. After straightening yourself out one final time, you take a deep breath and open the door.
...Only to see a very frantic Sebek?
“HUMAN.” His voice is loud as always, but it almost sounds more tense than usual. You’re thankful Grim is the only other one in the dorm who sleeps, otherwise you’d have some very angry roommates right about now. “What is it that you’re planning?!”
“What am I planning?” You repeated. This was not how you were hoping this conversation would go.
“Don’t act like I haven’t seen you and the others plotting in the shadowed corners of the school!” From his pocket, Sebek presents your letter and waves it in front of your face. “I know this is a secret code, and I know you’ve got something nefarious up your sleeves!”
“What? I don’t-” You grab his wrist to stop his waving, only to look past the paper and see him so worked up, he’s got tears in his eyes.
“If you denounce all your evil plans to me right now, I’ll let you off with a warning! As a future knight of the young master, I really shouldn’t be making such deals, but-” And he cuts himself off, like the emotion is too much for him to handle. It’s almost sweet, how he offers up his integrity just to keep you afloat. Or maybe he’s finally accepted that Malleus actually likes you and would miss you if Sebek were to chase you away. It was hard to tell.
What wasn’t hard to tell was how distressed Sebek is, so you took the paper out of his hands and look at it. Deuce did warn you that your handwriting was rather messy. It would make sense that he couldn’t read it. How he got this idea in his head, you weren’t sure, but you didn’t want to watch him suffer for much longer.
“You figured me out, Sebek,” You responded sadly. Sebek looked absolutely scandalized. “I wanted to leave the young master vulnerable, so I was trying to take out the rising star that would one day defend him.”
“And how did you plan to do that?” Sebek scowled at you. You heaved a dramatic sigh.
“...You. I was trying to take you out.” For the effect, you paused for a moment before continuing. “On a date, actually. This isn’t a plan written in code, it’s a love letter.”
Sebek stared at you before clearing his throat. “OH.”
It was going to take a while to sink in and even longer to convince him, you could tell. You ushered him to your couch before he could faint.
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mlk082 · a day ago
What They Would be Like as Parents - Vice Housewardens
Your children have the whitest teeth ever. The dentist's favourite patients.
Also teaches them how to bake.
Always goes with them to the bus stop and is there when they get dropped off, unless you drive them to school or walk there.
Doesn't really care about school events, but if your child really really wants to, then fine, Trey will give in.
Is the type of parent to pack their lunch the night before.
Only cares that they get passing grades in school. Preferably a 70%, or level 3, just so that they don't have many problems with teachers or anything like that.
Any halloween costume they want, as long as it's appropriate.
Will make rice krispie square things and put them in little baggies to give to trick-or-treaters.
Knows exactly what they want for Christmas (if you celebrate), and birthdays.
Went to the store to get milk, but DID come back.
These little brats.
Ruggie teaches his kids to stand up to bullies.
Tells them to strive for the top, but it's okay if you're average.
It only counts more in the subjects that help you through life. Math, for example, will. History, however, doesn't matter to Ruggie.
"Never do something for free unless you want to get taken advantage of."
Tells them stealing is bad because Ruggie doesn't want to pay bail if they get caught.
Is so not giving candy for trick or treating. All the lights in your house are off, and no little children must come by.
Teaches your kids how to bargain and use coupons.
The most important rule in the house is that everyone is polite to the plants.
And that they aren't allowed to do anything uncle Floyd showed them that involves violence, breaking windows, or committing a felony.
But your kids are in martial arts, just like Jade was.
Helps with homework.
As long as his kids do their best, it's fine. But encourages them to strive for the top.
Doesn't want your kids to get hurt, but if he tells them that people are cruel right off the bat, they will end up loosening up on his advice over the years because nothing has happened.
So he only says to be careful, and if your child does end up getting bullied, that's when he knows his advice will stick with them more.
Never forgets any school events, ever. All the teachers love Jade.
Takes them to the park quite often.
Is so caring.
Packs their lunches and tells them not to trade at school.
Wants them to make their own decisions in life, but doesn't let them do everything themselves.
Thinks he's good at handling children because Kalim is basically a child, but his own kids are different.
He knows that they don't want a huge party every second. He also knows that they hide behind your legs when people visit. And he knows that they have embarrassing victory dances when they beat their friends at mancala. (he blames that aspect on you.)
Jamil pays so much attention to his child. There is no 'other people are better than you', 'more important than you', 'are above you, is priority'. There is no neglecting his child.
Teaches your child how to cook, but doesn't let them handle knives.
Tells them that they should show their talents, and have their own opinions.
Holy shit.
Every single part of them. The top of their head to the tip of their toes.
Does not give one damn what their sexuality is, what their gender is, what their weight is, nothing.
Helps them with their grades if they need it.
Teaches them how to shoot an arrow and hunt.
Wants a dog for a pet, but if their child wants a cuddly wuddly bunny or something, then fine.
He has album after album of baby photos of your kids.
Walks them to the bus. Is there for every single school event.
Lets his kids pick his halloween costume.
You live close to a library, so you go and take stories out all the time.
An alarm clock is useless, Rook wakes them up every morning to make sure that they get dressed, eat breakfast, have everything packed, and of course, say good morning and have a nice day at school.
Unless it's a weekend, in which case they're up when they're up.
Bedtime stories. Every night. He never runs out.
Cooks all the time which isn't that great, but he tries.
Birthday parties. GOES ALL OUT.
Baby photos.
Your children know Silver and call him their brother.
Everytime Sebek comes over with Silver, the kids agree with the insults Silver spews at Sebek. Lilia finds it hilarious and enjoys the show.
Lilia beats your children at video games all the time.
He also lets them dye his hair.
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dotster001 · 21 hours ago
Period Simulator
"TWST guys try a period simulator" request from @stygianoir
Summary: Vil/Malleus/Idia/Crowley/Crewel/Rook x gn!reader
CW:mentions of blood in Malleus' part, mentions of periods, but no mention of reader's gender. Has reader had a period, or do they just want to torture their boyfriend? That's up to you 😊
"I got something at Sam's shop yesterday," you said as you entered your boyfriend's room. "He literally has everything!" You pulled out a machine from your bag. "It's a period simulator," you gave your best sad puppy eyes, "would you be willing to try it for me?"
Well…he could never deny you anything.
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If it weren't for the sweat on his brow, you'd never know anything was different. You find yourself impressed by his ability to keep a calm facade up when he's in pain, but it does make you question how often he's in pain if it's this easy for him to get by.
He only cracks when you return to your room at the end of the day.
"Get this damned contraption off me!"
You've never heard Vil snap like that before, and the glare he gives you when you giggle is absolutely priceless. 
He makes you give him a lower back massage in the spot where the nodes were sitting. He won't let you stop until you're thoroughly worn out and ready to apologize for putting him through that.
Don't even bring up a labor simulator even as a joke. He might kill you.
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His posture is atrocious, so the back pain is something he's used to. He acts all high and mighty until you turn up the nodes on his abdominals.
Immediately cries. Begins begging you to take them off. Starts offering you the royalties to every single invention he's ever made, if you just have mercy on him.
Ortho is very helpful in reminding him this is his own fault.
"'Period simulator? Psh, that's gonna be the easiest side quest ever. Even a noob could pull that off.' should I continue playing the audio?" God, you love that little robot.
Mans has only ever met people who were dead who experienced periods, so his ignorance is staggering. This definitely has opened his eyes to.
"Y/N, you know I love you more than anything right? Can you please save your boyfriend from the big bad machine?" He's looking at you with the prettiest pout and saddest eyes.
Maybe you should let him suffer a little more.
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Takes it off immediately. It never comes up again.
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Rook wants to go all the way with the roleplay. He agrees to use the period simulator if you bring him chocolate, and snuggle with him while you watch his favorite movie. Which isn't the point of the exercise, but he's so excited to "Experience this beautiful aspect of life that [he] could hardly fathom without your gentle guidance." So you kind of just give in.
Like Vil, you wouldn't know he's in pain. Unlike Vil, the way you know is that he's somehow even more affectionate and clingy than usual. Like how? How is it even possible?
Normally, when you snuggle, he's wrapping you in his arms so that he feels like he can protect you, (From what? Who have you killed?!) But today he wants your arms as tight around him as possible, like he's grounding himself.
Unlike Vil, he wants to try labor simulator. You take off the period simulator, and he pulls one out of his backpack, cause he's a weirdo. (I love you boo, but seriously, when did you buy that?)
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The machine just blows up when you try to put it on him. He's more disappointed than you are, he was very curious about this human phenomena. You get access to two more, and both of them explode as well. Eventually, he finds a spell that just gives him the symptoms instead.
Unlike the machine….the spell does all of it. Cramps, blood, back pain, hormones; your boyfriend is a mess.
Tries to go about his day normally, but you get paged to his class halfway through, and find your sad fae man sobbing over his desk. Everyone around him is panicking, cause why the hell is the Malleus Draconia sobbing in magical history class?
When he notices your arrival, he poofs over to you, and teleports to a tower in the Valley of Thorns, with no doors or windows, and begs you to comfort him until the spell wears off in a few hours.
The way you care for Malleus actually earns you some Sebek points. He's much more accepting of your relationship after this. (Just don't tell him it was your idea, he doesn't know yet)
Malleus repays every kindness tenfold, no matter how trivial you think it is, so after this, he is buying you presents and food, and nuzzling his face against you like a cat whenever you two are together, no matter where you are. 10/10 recovery from our squishy boy.
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Same vein as Vil and Rook. But unlike them, there are no tells that he is in pain. 
Halfway through the day, you ask him if it's even on. He confirms it is, and you're just left in shock at how tough your man is. (Like we all know, but come on! Give me something!)
Your only tell, if it even counts as a tell, is that when you pull away to go to your next class, he holds on for a second longer than usual.
At the end of the day, still doubting it was working, you put it on yourself, and quickly rip it off.
It's working.
He laughs, and cradles you close to his chest, assuring you that yes, he was in pain, but there's nothing he wouldn't push through for his best pup.
Why is he taking care of you? Seriously, he's perfect. You only wore that thing for a second, but damn, you'd think you were the one who wore it all day.
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thesunshineriptide · a day ago
Twst boys reacting to you doing this pose
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He isn’t sure what you’re doing, but he does it back. He thinks maybe it’s a new magicam prank and he wants to seem cool. If you do it to him repeatedly, he’ll probably just laugh at you over time
“Oh? Do you want a hug?” Immediately you are being hugged. If this was your goal, great! If not…oops? If you do it to him repeatedly, he will continue offering you hugs
Stares at you before looking away. He pretends not to see it. If you do it repeatedly, you will eventually get him asking what you’re doing. He will not understand and will make no attempt to understand
Does it back, no questions asked. He will do it back whenever you do it to him, and sometimes even initiates it, seeing if you’ll do it to him
“Stop that. What are you doing? This is unseemly, I demand you stop at once.” He doesn’t like it, he doesn’t know what it is, he just knows that it’s improper. He’s making headway in being lax but he will absolutely not tolerate this kind of silliness. If you do it repeatedly, you will get collared.
He doesn’t really pay any attention to you doing it. If you do it repeatedly, you may get varying reactions from being ignored, laughed at, or picked up from under the armpits and carried around. Depends on if you’re interrupting something or not
He understands and does it back immediately. If you do it repeatedly, you might get him to do it back but it’s honestly a 50/50 chance because he might be busy
Doesn’t understand, also thinks you want a hug. Doesn’t ask, just ushers you into his arms. If you do it repeatedly, he may or may not notice as a whole? But he will silently offer you a hug.
Hates this. Stop making yourself bigger, it’s threatening. He won’t do it back, but he does feel the urge to. Probably tells you to knock it off. If you keep doing it, he’ll probably just sigh and ignore it
Unsure what this means. He’s not sure if you’re being silly, wanting a hug, or trying to start a fight. Probably just looks at you with his “you’re so stupid, this is adorable” face and continues working. If you keep doing it, he will eventually figure out what you want, but won’t indulge in it just to annoy you
Every time you do this, you are asking to be manhandled by Floyd. He might squeeze you (nicely?) or pick you up and carry you around, or he might do it back. If he’s in a bad mood, he will glare at you and tell you to scram.
He thinks what you’re doing looks fun and immediately joins. You now have a partner in crime, because Kalim starts doing it to you, to Jamil, to other people. He’s a menace. You have no option but to do it repeatedly
He hates this and wants it to stop but won’t say anything. If you do it repeatedly, he might begrudgingly do it back exactly once. You have to gang up with Kalim to do that though
“Stop. You look stupid.” Another person who isn’t a fan and wants you to please not. If you do it repeatedly, he will literally just corner you against a wall and try out one of his old villain monologues to see if it’ll scare the piss out of you. You won’t do this repeatedly
“Excellent form! Beautè! Bravo!” He’s a fan of you doing this. Probably won’t do it back, but he will support you doing it. If you do it repeatedly, he might join you once when you’re doing it to someone other than him
Does it back, no questions asked. Will continue your conversation completely normally, all while posed the same way as you. If you do this repeatedly, he might end up doing this specifically to piss off Vil
Will do it back, so long as you’re alone with him. If you do it in front of someone (like at board game club or something) he’ll just flush and try and hide in his jacket. Unless it’s exclusively with Azul, which he will gladly do it with you so he can watch the octopus loose his shit. If you do it repeatedly, he will begin amping it up slowly by turning on kazoo covers of meme songs.
Doesn’t know what you’re doing, but Idia does it too so he’s joining. In your antics with the shroud brothers, at some point you will recreate this meme. Idia uses it as a react image on discord
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Doesn’t understand, will never understand, but dragons do something similar when either starting a fight or attracting a mate. He’s both flattered and offended, and will do it back exclusively to see how you react. When you smile at him, he starts thinking you’re dating. If you do this repeatedly, he might ask you to meet his parents.
His response is to t-pose. He’s seen the youth stuff he’s hip with the kids. If you do this repeatedly, he will literally follow you around t-posing. You will end up birthing two memes at nrc
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He’s not paying any attention, he’s half asleep and annoyed. If you do it repeatedly, he will probably eventually ask you what you’re doing. Might do it back, but only when you’re alone (he will show up to your dorm, do this pose in the doorway, then wordlessly leave)
He gets angry and starts yelling at you about the indecency. Reaction very similar to Riddle, except Riddle had the authority and power to fuck with you while Sebek is just annoying. When he finds out that Malleus is happy with this, he will stop yelling at you but will still quietly hate it
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kaleidoscopewonderland · 16 hours ago
Why the NRC Vice Housewardens Have a Grudge with Your Cats
Notes: This is an addition to the 'Why the NRC Housewardens Have a Grudge with Your Cats' post I made. Ruggie and Jamil are my favorite characters so I was pretty excited to write them, but I have far less experience writing with Trey, Rook and Lilia, so I hope it turned out okay!
Side note--Jade's part turned out way too long and I couldn't figure out how to shorten it. That most endearing enigma of an eel baffles me to no end.
I attached the intro again below. Also, the link to the Housewarden part can be found here.
That is all, enjoy! ♡
You are a proud cat parent, and no, the cat in question is not the talking fire weasel known as Grim, nor did you adopt Cheka or anyone else affiliated with the Savanaclaw dorm. 
In fact, the cats you are a parent to don’t talk, nor do they attend school, do magic, or any other remarkable anthropomorphic thing. These cats are state-of-the-art housecats, found and raised in your very own Ramshackle dorm. 
You had found them around the perimeter of the dorm not too long ago, just a group of mewing kittens with no mama cat in sight—your logic didn’t really have a say in the matter because your heart adopted them immediately, so much so that you didn’t let Grim so much as complain about his new dormmates. 
Once you were certain they were abandoned, you went to great efforts to make sure you could keep them. Crowley conceded only after you promised they’d be your responsibility, and after you reminded him that he’d placed you--a harmless and helpless student--in life-or-death situations daily (you reckon some of your pals in Octavinelle and Scarabia would have been quite proud of you for that argument). 
You also went to great lengths to make sure the kittens were well taken care of, and since Grim wasn’t going to let his tuna budget budge one bit, you took a few sacrifices upon yourself. You cleaned up a nice little room to keep their litter box in, purchased fresh litter from Sam, cleaned it, made sure the kittens were bathed, got beds for them, made them towers and toys from the scraps, fed them from your own plate… 
Having gone above and beyond for the little guys, it became quite obvious that even the grumpiest of them was smitten with you. They ran to greet you at the door as you returned from class, cuddled with you whenever you were available, and meowed whenever you felt like talking to them. You took good care of them and kept them out of harms way, and so far no NRC student had a bad encounter with them. Most who had pet your cute little dorm mates actually found them to be quite endearing, although one person in particular was not too happy with them at the moment… 
Oh, why you ask? Well, it just so happens that...
...Ace and Deuce claim to be cat dads.
Was that the cats' fault? No. Was Trey going to be petty about it anyways? Absolutely.
Don't get him wrong--he wasn't mean. In fact, Trey went above and beyond to fulfill the cat dad role, so why was it Ace and Deuce who got the title?
He supposed his ire should've been directed solely at Ace and Deuce, but jealousy just made him all-around irritable. He'd be hanging out with you and your cats one moment, and in the next that idiot duo would burst in, pick up your fur babies and confidently declare 'daddy's home!' as if they'd just returned from their day-job in a world of 1950s stereotypes.
Ace even got in the habit of kissing you on the cheek. Trey was going to lose his mind. What is with all this domestic roleplay??
Obviously the cats were the catalyst (or should he say cat-alyst?) to this madness. Was it something about their adorableness that made Ace and Deuce want to blur the lines of platonic affection between the three of you? Or did they just want to confuse everyone else and make Trey's life miserable??
Trey couldn't help it--he was down bad. And now he's gonna have to suck it up and watch your cat children project their need for another parental figure on the two most questionable choices in parents known to man.
Whatever--two can play that game.
Trey's unique magic turned out to be quite handy with that--after all, any baker worth their salt would know how to bake cat-friendly treats, and it just so happened that Trey could make it taste or smell however he wanted with his signature spell.
Did your cats like tuna? Chicken? Turkey? Beef? He was certainly going to find out.
The next time Adeuce waltzed in and tried their little act--they had to be doing it on purpose, Trey decided--Trey simply opened up the container he'd brought and let the smell of the treats speak for themselves.
You watched in wonder as your cat children wriggled out of the arms of Ace and Deuce, promptly flocking to Trey in alertness and excitement. Trey shook the little dish in front of them, coaxing all of them to come closer....
...and suddenly he's looking at you, smirking like he'd just won something. You had no idea what that was about.
"Dude," Ace crossed his arms, scowling. "Not cool. What, are you trying to be the cool uncle or something? Deuce and I were petting them."
"Cool uncle?" Trey hummed absentmindedly. "No, I don't think so. That's not quite right."
"But we're cat dads..." Deuce mumbled quietly, looking at you to sort out the conflict. Instead, you shrug.
"My babies will do what they want to do. If you want them, call them over. If they don't come, there's nothing I can do."
At that, Ace and Deuce immediately began to beckon the cats over. "Come to daddy!" and "Pspsps" were just a few sounds that left their lips, and they went so far as to drum patterns into the floor as if it would intrigue the cats enough to separate them from Trey.
It didn't. Trey had never felt so victorious in his life.
...they're expensive to take care of.
Respectfully, Prefect, Ruggie is now certain you have no self preservation. Absolutely none.
You weren't seriously feeding them off your own plate, were you? And buying them all that stuff--the litter and litterbox and other essentials, that money adds up you know!
Look, from one penniless person to another, you need to get it together. He's genuinely concerned that you're going to run yourself into some sort of debt you can't get out of, whether it be getting yourself in some cat-contract with Azul or just damaging your health by giving food that was meant for you to a bunch of cats you just met.
And yeah, the cuteness factor wasn't about to work on him. You were cute, did that mean he was always gonna listen to you?
...well, he didn't always listen to you, did he?
...okay, fine, the cats were chipping away at his resolve. But someone between the two of you had to be the practical one!
Eventually Ruggie gives in--fine, he'll support you and your cats the best he can. He can do a babysitting job here or there, he'll fetch food for you guys, he'll even help with the litterbox if you get overwhelmed.
He won't even charge you for it--remember this generosity when he asks you out on a date, okay?! Or just the next time you have a donut.
The idea of the two of you sharing like this actually makes him... kind of happy. He likes the idea of this unspoken partnership with you--sharing food, sharing life, sharing responsibilities.
You're a very sweet person, Prefect--only a bleeding heart like yours would take in a bunch of kittens when you live in conditions like these. It's not his thing, but he admires you for it.
Even more, he loves that selfless kindness you've always shown him too. It was one of those things that first caught his eye about you.
And hey, let's not forget--Ruggie doesn't mind using situations to meet his end goal. This time it just so happens his goal is winning your heart so... what an opportunity, isn't it?
Don't forget, Prefect, you can always rely on Ruggie Bucchi if you need a hand with your cats. You might have the self preservation skills of a deer on a highway, but that just makes him all the more perfect for you.
...they make you homesick.
Yes, Prefect, he can tell. He sees it in your eyes—one moment you’ll be all smiles and giggles as you smother your cats in affection, the next you’ll get all quiet and stroke their heads from a distance with a feather-like touch. Usually these mood swings come as you’re gushing to them—telling them all sorts of happy things from your homeland until suddenly it hits.
He’s the same way. Well, he doesn’t spontaneously lament as often as you do, but he will come across things in Octavinelle that remind him of home, and for moments he can’t help but wish he could return for just a little while. You—who had no idea if you could even return to your home from here—must've felt awful when these feelings arose.
He considered suggesting that you stop with your affectionate rambles, but he can’t blame you. Once you started calling your cats ‘family’, it was inevitable that you’d think of your family back home. Not talking about it—even if all you did was talk to your cats like a crazy person—would just suppress the feelings that would be there either way.
Still, he regretted that it had gotten this far.
What bugged him most, however, was that the source of your amplified homesickness was also your source of comfort, and thus whenever Jade visited it was your cats that you held so closely, so carefully—not him.
It was to your cats that you confessed your feelings, murmuring to them all your shy little secrets. Not him.
It was—well, you get the gist.
Jade certainly understood privacy and space—he craved plenty of it for himself, in fact, but he supposed it was his fault for thinking you might somehow see him as a source of comfort—one that could compete with adorable land creatures such as your cats.
Then again, he and Floyd had been awfully delighted to harass and scare you upon Azul’s orders that one time… maybe your distance was understandable.
Still, he was capable of fulfilling that same role your cats did, and there was nothing wrong with letting you know that, right?
That’s why the next time he saw you get that far-off look in your eye, he wasted no time in waving your cats off your lap and insisting you follow him. You were shocked (and a bit irritated to be separated from your fur babies), but you followed willingly.
You didn’t even ask him what was up—that part made Jade very happy, it was clear you trusted him. Or maybe you just knew him well enough to figure out what he might be doing. You looked pretty unsurprised to be dragged into the Mostro Lounge, though that expression changed when Jade pulled you into Azul's VIP room, whispered something in his ear, and then watched as the housewarden pushed up his glasses and left.
"You're alright with a little privacy, am I correct?" Jade asked charmingly, silently urging you to sit down. You do so, not without caution.
"Depends if you're going to murder me or not."
He placed a hand over his heart. "Oh Prefect, how could you accuse me of such a thing? First of all, I would never intentionally harm you. Second, I wouldn't take you here if I had any intention of murder--we've been seen together now, so that's too many witnesses. My alibi would be in shambles. Do you think me so careless?"
"I think it's curious that you'd choose to bring me here so suddenly. Did you want to tell me something?"
"I suppose you could say that. Rather, there is something I'd like to show you... wait a moment, please."
He promptly left the room, leaving you alone in Azul's VIP room--the very place Azul had such tight security on not too long ago. In your mind, you could have done anything--snooped around, checked for contracts, wrecked some havoc... no wonder you and the Leech twins got along.
You just sat there though. Jade returned with a large glass filled with a magical-looking liquid--nothing different than what was regularly served in the Mostro Lounge, though this was clearly personalized for you.
"Ah, poison," you say. "Interesting choice. I always thought you'd find a way to take me out with mushrooms, but..."
"You are so silly. You do know how endeared you've made yourself to me, do you not? With my legs I find every place outside the ocean to be positively fascinating, but there's no place I enjoy standing more than by your side, so..." He caught on to the look of wonder on your face, chuckled, and poked your cheek. "Do stop with the poison jokes, please."
"Yes sir..." you mumble dumbfoundedly. You accept the drink, giving it a sip; it tasted light and mellow, infused with all the sweetest flavors you liked best, refreshing and satisfying down to the drop. "Wow. So, uh... why are we here then, Jade? You wanted to show me something?"
He nodded. You waited expectantly.
"Answer me this first," Jade said finally. "Who do you trust more, me? Or your cats?"
You give him an incredulous look. His visage, however, reflects nothing but seriousness.
"My... uh, you?"
"You hesitated."
"I'm not sure where you're going with this," you admitted. "Do I gossip to my cats every secret I've ever held close to my heart? Yes--but would I, say, let my cats make me a drink?" You sip the drink Jade brought you in emphasis. "Definitely not." "Then allow me to ask this--what is the key to having access to your secrets? To the trust you give those cats?"
His stare was intense, but after processing, you couldn't help but laugh. Jade blinks at you, not understanding your reaction.
"You... haha... are you jealous of my cats or something?" you snicker. "You don't want to hear those secrets, Jade. I talk to them about my home--the place I come from. It's all pure nonsense, you know everything about me that's important. You probably know too much, actually."
Jade pouted at that--actually pouted, in a way his brother Floyd might. "What if I do want to hear? Prefect, I brought you here to say you can trust me." He closed his eyes. "You always seem to get homesick with your cats around, but you talk to them so much anyways. I could be your solution to that problem. I love to listen to you, so it would be a win for both of us."
"I get homesick because I'm away from home, Jade," you giggle. "You see me get homesick around my cats because when my cats are around, it's usually just the two of us. I trust you more than nearly anyone else at this school, Jade, that's why I feel safe to show my homesickness around you, even if I don't exactly talk it out. My cats don't make me homesick--they're part of my home here, part of the cure to my homesickness... and so are you, so don't worry."
"Is that so, Prefect? Do you really mean that?"
You grin, lips partially stained from the decorative drink he'd made you. "I do."
Jade smiles. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that, Prefect."
...they get too much of your attention.
Oh, and yeah, he's jealous. He's done trying to hide it. He puts on enough fake smiles for the rest of Scarabia--now he just scowls when he sees your cats around, even more so when he sees you coddling them like a mother hen.
You know, with all his chasing Kalim and with all your running around the school on Crowley's orders, mutual free time between the two of you is something he considers precious. Do you just not feel the same, ooooor?
Of course, you--in all the joys of being a new cat parent--hardly let his sour mood and stinging comments sour your happiness. Not only do you spend your free moments smothering your cats in affection, you drag him into it as well!
"Truth or dare?"
"Prefect, they're just cats, they can't play-"
"Hush, Jamil, it's not your turn yet."
Jamil scowls at you. One of your cats meow at you and you boldly translate the sound as 'dare'.
"I dare you to come show Jamil how cute you are," you tell your cat. Noticing your affectionate tone, the cat in question naively wanders into your lap, only to be lifted up in your arms and held Lion-King-style in front of Jamil's face.
"So cute, right?" You giggle. Jamil sighs, rubs the cats head for a moment, and glares at you again.
"What is the purpose behind these games, Prefect?" he drawls. "Do you never tire of these childish games? Or are you so in denial that you think your pets are capable of listening, understanding, and feeling? They're cats--just pets, and pets that could never be capable of caring about you the way I--ahem, the way people can."
The look on your face tells him he's already taken his criticism too far. He opens his mouth to apologize, but you cut him off--not unkindly, but with determination.
"Maybe they are childish, you're right. And no, I don't think they're capable of a human's range of comprehension and emotion, but I do love them a lot, so I enjoy doing mindless and silly things if it means bonding with them. I invite you along because if anyone deserves a break its you, and I enjoy doing mindless and silly things with you too. Are you saying you no longer wish to join us?"
"No!" That's not what he meant at all.
"Okay? Then what am I doing wrong?"
He didn't like how you worded that question--you said it like you felt bad, and that was never his intention. As a show of good will, he picked up one of your cats and got to explaining.
"It's just that... you give these guys so much attention," he said, holding up the cat in his arms. "I'm not sure how I am to compete with them."
"Well, that's why I combine these moments! So I have more time with both of you!"
"Yeah well... what if I want more alone time with you? Just the two of us?"
You tilt your head. "Just the two of us?"
He hates how long you take to ponder the statement. A minute later, you smile understandingly.
"Okay, sure! I appreciate you telling me, Jamil. Let's spend more time alone together! I'll get a babysitter for these little guys."
"A babysitter? They're cats!"
"Baby cats!" you argue. "I still have to make sure they're taken care of. I'll let them alone a little more as they get older, but... my efforts to extend our time together start now. Thanks for telling me, sweet pea."
"Don't... don't 'sweet pea' me," he muttered, sounding secretly pleased with the nickname. "And you don't have to--aah!"
He stood up suddenly, backing away quicker than you'd ever seen him move before. He stood on the couch, pointing to the ground with a shaky hand.
"Kill it! Kill it now!"
"Kill..." you look at the ground, and find a little bug scurrying along the floorboards. "Aah!"
"Aah? What do you mean, 'aah'?! You're not scared too?!"
"Scared? Jamil, they're gross!"
"So I don't wanna kill it!"
"Kill it anyways!"
"I don't want to-"
You cut yourself off when one of your cats lurches forward, pinning the bug in one go. Dutifully, it picks up the critter in its mouth and carries it over to you, dropping its corpse at your feet with a cocky swish of its tail. Jamil gags.
"Oh. Good... good boy?" You say confusedly.
Slowly, you find a paper towel and remove the creature from the floor. Jamil reluctantly comes down from the couch, gazing at your cat with a new look of appreciation.
You turn to see him holding the bug-killing cat in his arms, scratching it's ear and cooing over it just as you had been a while ago. He looks at you, clearing his throat.
"Let's... Let's hang out with your cats more often."
...they're wary of him.
Trickster, he loves you dearly, but--please don't laugh! This is serious.
It's like someone told them he was a hunter or something--and they understood?? Was it Ruggie? Leona? His money was on Leona.
While he did get theatrical about it (mostly to make you laugh--in his opinion, it was the most beautiful sound in the world), he still considered this fact quite soberly.
Did you agree with your little ones? Were you wary of him as well?
Upon his dramatic laments (which he had no problem spontaneously declaring outside the Ramshackle dorm, might you add), you had assured him that your opinion was not analogous to your cats and, in fact, you felt quite safe around him.
You had no idea why your cats were so timid around Rook either. You playfully suggested that maybe they were bashful because he was so handsome, to which he laughed and swept you up in his arms.
Still, he never quite got over it... until.
"Oh, mon petit jouet, is that for me?"
Presently, you were asleep on the Ramshackle lounge sofa, studying for an upcoming potion exam Rook offered to tutor you for. He'd been opting to let you rest for a while he watched a few of your cats play.
The cat that had a dead rat in its mouth. It was lucky you weren't awake to pay attention, or else you might have freaked out upon seeing such a creature in Ramshackle. Rook simply plucked the corpse from the mouth of your pet and congratulated it with its hunt with a pat on the head.
"It seems you are not so scared of me anymore, are you little one?"
He disposed of the animal before you could worry. When he returned, more of your cats were standing in front of him, tails flicking.
"Oooh, do tell, little ones," Rook grinned. "You mean there are more little pests to be hunted?"
The cats meowed at him--the same way they meow at you when you talk to them! Rook was absolutely delighted.
"Then allow me to get my bow. Let's deal with this problem before our sweet little trickster wakes up, okay?"
By the time you woke up, Rook and your little fur babies had already taken care of the problem. Upon peeking your eyes open, you saw a sight you didn't expect--Rook, sitting cross-legged on the floor with your cats climbing onto him, begging for attention as if you'd never pet them in your life.
"I think they like you more than me," you say, voice still a bit groggy. Rook looks at you with stars in his eyes.
"You think so, mon cœur? We had a little bonding time while you were asleep." Dismissing your cats, he crawls over to place a delicate kiss on your forehead. "How was your nap, trickster dearest?"
You smile sleepily. Had you not just woken up, you might have been more flustered by the action. "Lovely. Where were-" you cut yourself off with a yawn. "-where were we? In studying?"
"We were just talking about the chemistry between you and me."
"The... chemistry..." you repeat sleepily. "Wait, wha-" "Nevermind that now, trickster. Let's get back to studying for that quiz, oui?"
Ortho (platonic):
...they've officially made Idia go insane.
Since when?? Since when has Idia had the courage to leave his dorm and visit yours without any further prompting from his little brother?? Since when??
Ortho is confused. Pleased, yes, but also very confused.
Had cats really been the solution all this time?
Ortho was used to fighting tooth and nail to get his big brother to go out, interact, make friends and be more confident. Sure, the easy solution was as genius as it was pleasant and practical, but now that he no longer had to fight that battle he wasn't really sure what to do with his time.
Actually, now he had a new problem on his hands, which was that Idia has turned your Ramshackle dorm into his new hideout.
Literally. It's a techno-wizard's paradise in there. You went from barely having proper plumbing and heating to having a multi-monitor gaming setup just sitting out in the dorm's guest room, i.e. Idia's room part two.
Ortho, however, was a pleasant and happy soul. He wouldn't be deterred by this rapid change of events. Instead? He would just overcome and adapt.
Sorry Prefect, but now you have two people moving into Ramshackle. I hope your ghost friends don't mind.
Ortho finds that he gets along with your cats really well. They're still essentially kittens--they have a nosiness and curiosity that makes them come across as friendly, and in terms of boundaries they didn't seem to mind a good cuddle now and then.
Sure, Ortho got mad when they ran away from Idia a few times, but he supposed he understood... Idia had a tendency to smother your children almost as bad as you did--you were like two freakishly happy parents in a bad sitcom with the way you treated those little guys.
No, seriously, Ortho could hear the laugh tracks when you guys made cat puns or spat off a cheesy Disney-channel-esque line. You were like that cliche couple that worked at a funeral home and made death jokes whenever the opportunity presented. You and Idia should not be that happy-go-lucky, it was kind of freaking Ortho out.
Anyways, for being kittens your babies were suprisingly tolerant of Idia's cat obsession, so Ortho supposed all was well in the world.
Besides, Idia staying over meant both of them got to get a new sort of sleepover experience--Ortho loved spending the time with you and your cats!
...they're overprotective of you.
Look, Lilia gets it. As a parent, you want to protect your family with everything you have--but as someone who is capable of taking a metaphorical, as the youngsters call it, 'chill pill'... your children need to calm down.
It's like trying to get past an army of tiny, furry Sebeks--except instead of worshiping Malleus they're instead obsessed with you, not letting anyone or anything touch you that isn't themselves or their food.
Apparently this has been a problem for multiple people, Lilia has come to discover. Your friends Ace and Deuce could no longer hug you in the Ramshackle dorm, nor could Grim curl up on your lap or receive any pets. Strangers weren't even allowed to walk near you, lest they face the wrath of your oh-so-scary kittens.
Lilia was so cute! Why did they think he was such a threat? On top of that, he's just so sweet and lovable and an expert with kids, furry or otherwise, so...
Why wasn't he an exception? True, he was glad that they weren't particularly scared of him compared to everyone else, but...
He missed the way things used to be, okay? Him popping up from behind you or above you, giving you a little fright and then making it up to you with a hug....
Or just showing up in front of you, kissing your forehead or cheeks just to watch your face crinkle in mock-annoyance...
Or even... popping out of nowhere to say hello. He's lost his surprise factor, because every time he tries to sneak up on you in Ramshackle your kittens alert you with a dramatically loud meow!
He had to come up with a plan. Something to get that physical affection from you he was desperately lacking.
"Lilia? What are you doing?"
"Prefect! I was just..."
...not trying to lure your cats into another room, that's for sure. He would never shut the door on him just so he could attack you without warning. Never.
"...bonding. With... them." He decided. You giggle, crouching down next to him and petting one of your kittens.
"Awe, are you really? How sweet!" you pick up another kitten and rub your nose against theirs, and... seriously, Prefect, when is it Lilia's turn?
"When is it my turn?"
"What?" You look at him, and suddenly, he's looking away, grinning and chuckling like he'd just told an inside joke to himself.
"Do you want an eskimo kiss too?" you say playfully. Lilia--who's not very used to being caught off guard--freezes when you lean a little bit closer, noses almost brushing....
And there goes your minions. Oh well--at least you tried.
"Hey," you huff at your cats. "Don't be stingy. Lilia's sooo sweet, he deserves all the love too, okay? Behave."
You give it another try--cupping his cheek and leaning in—and Lilia can feel his heart pounding. The cats hiss again, this time coming in between the two of you as if they could separate you by force. You sigh and pull away, and Lilia starts to feel irritated by your cats (despite how much as he adored them).
You grab him by the wrist and drag him outside. Once there, you shut the door behind you and throw your arms around him, finally giving him the eskimo kiss he'd been wanting.
"Being a parent is so hard," you whine. "I'm soooo touch starved! I expected to lose finances and food and all, but not affection! I'm literally losing my mind..."
“Oh? Kheeheehee..." you feel his arms sneak around you, pulling you closer. He has a playful smile on his face, lower lip tucked under cute pointy teeth. "I think I might be able to help with that, Prefect."
Oh, and nevermind on the cat thing. They can be as overprotective as they want, so long as he gets to be the one you go to for your affection refill ♡
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akaipepo · a day ago
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@simpingseafood im not over the yandere rook you drew but thank u for the food as always king
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3lizab3t · 2 days ago
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estcaligo · a day ago
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Peels and fries
First in "MasterChef Art" series
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jadegethomeplz · a day ago
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overly-niche-twst · a day ago
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marsgod · 2 days ago
Idia, jamil and rook w/ sick reader pls?
⇢ Idia, Jamil, Rook x Sick! Gn! Reader
⇢Warnings; no specified relationship, gn! reader, sick! reader, fluff
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Idia Shroud
I’m so sorry if you were expecting him to coddle and take care of you, but no, Idia will see an opportunity to not hang and to stay inside. But like, he has no idea how to actually take care of a sick person.
Idia will get you a bowl w a plastic bag, a cup of water, and might put some pain reliever on the night stand (that’s if you tell him to get it) and then stays in the corner doing whatever.
He thinks that this is the best possible way to get you to full health, and if you ask for anything else besides more water, medicine, or food then he doesn’t know how to help you
srsly it might just not be in his capabilities
Idia is queasy and he looks like he’s waiting for his turn to puke while holding your hair or holding water for you
he might actually throw up once you’re done..
on the off chance he doesn’t feel queasy, he’s still not looking at you cause the guy knows that his face is one of absolute disgust but he doesn’t want to offend you
He also doesn’t want you touching his game station, at all, he barely wants you in his room bc you might infect his everything
“.. What do you mean you’re “bored”? You get to play games and watch TV all day!”
-718373782/10, it’s boring w him (unless you find watching him do whatever from the bed is interesting)
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Jamil Viper
Jamil is the best at taking care of you, not so much as being there for you bc he will make you stay in bed, but he’s not staying in there with you. At all.
Jamil will walk into your room long enough to give you water, food, whatever and will consistently check up on you
but will not stay or talk w you unless needed
it’s not that Jamil gets sick easily, he doesn’t, he just doesn’t see the point in staying unless you’re in obvious pain
and he has stuff to work on and other Jamil things🥲
He hates throw up, he’s not like Idia where he’s extremely queasy w it
Jamil just really hates the smell and the probable mess
That being said, he’s making you brush your teeth and will force you to down mouth wash before giving you water bc he doesn’t want you to accidentally swallow your own vomit
(what a nice guy)
He also restricts your diet temporarily to easy to make soup (except he, for whatever reason, makes it more complicated and delicious than need be)
Chicken noodle, etc. it doesn’t rlly matter cause he’s not making you anything else, besides maybe different soup, and you’re not allowed in the kitchen until you’re not infected anymore
“No, go brush your teeth, you don’t need to swallow your own vomit, that’s going to make you vomit more.”
In summary, not the worst and actually knows how to take care of you so 181737272/10 better than Idia.
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Rook Hunt
Probably the best caretaker here tbh, Rook is careful and obviously takes care of himself and has to know how to not.. die? ig, when he’s sick and has to know how to not drag it out longer than needed.
Rook knows how to cook (not as good as Jamil but whatever) and does it often
he’ll do constant checkups for you, to the point where it’s a bit annoying but endearingly? Kinda cute ngl
Rook also doesn’t get sick very easily, like, almost never- which is prob why he’s taking care of you, and really, are you complaining?
he’s not fond of vomit, but he’s used to other absolutely horrid smells and is desensitized
Rook will hold your hair back for you, or at least pat you on the back while comforting you
he already has both mouthwash and water ready for when you’re done<3
Rook might need to leave ofc to make food or something, but he won’t leave you alone for long til the next checkup
whicg is really when he’ll move in your room “to make sure you’re not lonely”
“Ah, worry not, I shall prepare some soup for you!”
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idiaia · 2 days ago
My head canon is that Vil and Rook get asked so often if they’re dating that by this point, they come up with ridiculously wild answers to that question, because they’re tired of being asked that. It becomes a contest at some point, to see who’s answer can top the other’s.
My old teachers used to call us gay
Now our new teachers do the same
I told her "you are the light of my life" and the teacher just goes "OOOOOOOOOOOO"
We were in class too lmao
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anime-imagines-galore · a day ago
TWST Boys With Artist Yuu Part 1
I would like to tag @twistedoverbloat since their chaotic artist Yuu posts are chef's kiss. There's no real order to these other than which character(s) are beating my ass the least lol Content warning: None (unless you count the entirety of Octavinelle)
Sketching the various drinks and treats of the Mostro Lounge is an easy way to keep track of what Yuu has tried on the menu. Taking a not so discreet peek at their sketchbook, Azul was able to convince them to create a Magicam account to promote upcoming products, with payment, of course….
Jade is likely to ask Yuu to join him on hikes to practice botanical drawing. The way they’re able to capture the subject’s likeness rivals that of an academic journal. Professor Crewel may or may not be looking forward to each new drawing
Painting shoes with Floyd will take his shoe appreciation up a thousand notches. Making rare shoes one of a kind is a past time he is surprising careful and focused in, especially when a specific pair is hard to get. Floyd can be seen flaunting his shoes around in and out of school and has convinced Yuu to create a side business out of it
Whenever he feels he needs to go through a fashion breakthrough, Vil asks Yuu to put outfits together, do his hair, or makeup based on an idea that Vil wants an outside opinion on. Vil dolling himself up and then Yuu creates an outfit based around it (or vice versa) has led to a few cultural resets on Magicam
Rook likes to make a game out of describing someone/thing he sees from afar and having Yuu sketch what/who he’s talking about. Afterward, the pair give the sketch to the subject, often with very mixed reactions (like, it’s nice art but how much attention were you paying to them…?)
Designing and embroidering jackets with Epel helps him fulfill a lifelong dream that he can convince even Vil to approve with its masterful design. Epel leans towards dragons, tigers, and basically anything that looks cool in order to toughen up his delicate image. His sketches are pretty solid but he’s hopeless with composition or color theory (the jackets look sick, though)
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the-trinket-witch · 2 days ago
Twisted Fears? Twisted Archives? What I'm trying to say is, "NEW AU ROLLING OUT"
So since I’ve gotten into TWST, I’ve also been wrangling my residual Magnus Archives Brainrot. I’d finished it just as I hopped aboard, and it’s seeped into my enjoyment of this fandom too. For those who aren't into 🏳️‍🌈 Horror podcasts, The Magnus Archives takes the idea of Primal Fear, separates them into 14 Eldritch Powers, akin to deities, and they have tangible power and presence in our world. Their influence is brought onto others by way of Avatars-humans and artifacts that have been touched by and can use powers from that Fear. 
Now With That all in mind, The AU/concept I've been drawing is more or less answering the question: Which Twisted Wonderland Characters would be touched by different fears to be Its Avatar?
This is more of a personal writing project, BUT, I am more than happy to accept requests or prompts regarding it. It is predominantly going to be a Horror AU, with possible Yandere themes. I’ll be accepting requests, headcanons and Ideas for this so send them my way! I'll be editing this periodically when I add new art to this project, so keep an eye out on that.
As for the Listed Avatars and Domains, I have:
Azul: The Buried-Fear of tight spaces/suffocating/drowning/overwhelment/everything crashing down around you.
Lilia: The Vast-Fear of Falling/too wide open space/the feeling of insignificance against things MUCH bigger than you
Cater: The Lonely-Fear of isolation/fully being cut off from others and society
Yuu/MC: The Stranger-Fear of The Uncanny/unfamiliar
Leona: The Corruption-Fear of decay/filth/corruption
Riddle: The Desolation-Fear of destruction/pain/burning
Floyd: The Slaughter-Fear of wanton/unmotivated violence/pain coming any random moment
Jade: The Spiral-Fear of being lied to/madness/deception
Jamil: The Web-Fear of being controlled/trapped/being unaware of one's own entrapment
Rook: The Hunt-Fear of being seen/pursued as Prey.
Vil: The Flesh-the insignificant feeling knowing we are just Meat and Bone/Feelings of body dysmorphia/body image discomfort
Idia: The Eye-The fear of being watched/having secrets exposed/the drive for knowledge even at personal cost
Ortho: The End-Death…
Malleus: The Dark-self explanatory/fear of what we can't see lurking in the dark/the unknown
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kirbysucksdick · 12 hours ago
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Wait Jamil please-
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Them getting along❤️
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Same Idia
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Malleus’ stare-
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Malleus when he sees anyone getting too friendly with Yuu
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