I Am Physically Incapable Of Doing Things Right Now Age Yet It Is All I Wish To Do. Please Life, Allow

I am physically incapable of Doing Things right now age yet it is all I wish to do. Please life, allow me to fulfil the measure of my creation and draw or write funny silly little guys

one of my friends finally got into twst and she's done like the first 3 books & prologue and the Halloween event in the past like. 3 days. She asked where I was up to and I said partway through book 6(6-67 to be specific) and she was like "I'm catching up to you!!" and I'm like yes you go my child I'm so proud of you my little weebling-

RUI WAS MY FIRST FAVOURITE TOO-

also!! If u like precure stuff you might like this music group :3 they aren’t really a precure thing but they give off the vibe!!

OMG NO BC RUI . HE WAS MY FAV WHEN I FIRST GOT INTO THE WHOLE WHATSITCALLED PROJECT SEKAI???? BUT NOW MY FAV IS EMU HGAFDHGASFD

just noticed a spelling error in my pet names post. heck. sorry guys. will fix when I'm better (if I remember)

THIS IS SO CUTE 10/10 we love Biased Riddle

I was wondering if I could request a riddle fic? Riddle and his "Least" favorite ruler breaker! Idk I thought it'd be super cute to watch a rule breaking Yuu be let off the hook just because Riddle has a soft spot for them while Ace gets the full punishment. Ace would probs get so annoyed at that lol

YESSS I love the idea of Riddle slowly developing a soft spot for a slightly rebellious Yuu, because! It surely brings a flicker of warmth to him to be remebered that breaking rules or not abidding by the extremes isn't the end of the world, and that he's allowed to be imperfect, just like his little adored troublemaker.

Roses Beyond Thorns

Synopsis: Riddle isn't as pissed as you might think from the way you deliberately breaks rules. Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, minor appearance of Ace Trappola Tags: fluff, comedy, SFW Notes: gender neutral reader, I am so sorry for the long wait akjdhajshd life has been a bitch recently

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The corner of Riddle's nose twitches, a motion almost left unnoticed as he stares blankly at your uniform — at first glance, nothing looked too out of the ordinary, but Riddle has a sharp eyesight and meticulously picks on the smallest of details. He knows you purposely swapped the colours from the school's bowtie (black to white stripes) and the way your funky socks peeked through your hem was merely part of your antics to test his tolerance.

Yet, after the blot incident, he promised to go easy with the strictness he had previously showed regarding the Queen's rules, so he watches in silence as you roam around Heartslabyul with your offending clothing, an innocent spring to your feet - like you're not purposely teasing him.

He also knows everyone is discreetly (or not so much) exchanging side eyes between you two, awaiting for their housewarden to burst some censoring comment about your uniform, but it never comes, and it makes everyone on the dorm hold their breaths. Riddle keeps the nagging thoughts to himself, circling his thumbs as he leans back against the cushioned surface of his seat, gaze burning against your back.

It's another unbirthday to celebrate, and as expected, Riddle keeps the diligent housewarden stance, eventually engulfed from the responsibilities and the many people to greet and talk to. And that's the cue you need to drag Ace away from the crowd, pulling him towards the Rose Maze.

"Wouldn't it be lovely to paint the roses a darker shade of red over their ends? It would highlight their blooming glow," you muse, hand waving around the heart-shaped bushes. Ace winces from a moment, wary of your antics; normally, he wouldn't be hesitant to join you on your pranks, but his neck still strained from Riddle's punishing collar, earned after skipping feeding-the-flamingos duty. "Come on, Ace. I didn't know you were a chicken-head."

The smug grin on your face followed by the teasing comment was enough to brush away any ounce of meticulous restraint - nobody calls Ace a chicken-head! He's not a coward, and he's definitely not afraid of his housewarden's rage...! Liar, and he would soon regret it.

Riddle notices how giggly you and Ace look, and that's enough to stir some suspicion. Nothing good comes out of a humorous Ace.

Riddle has a sharp eyesight and easily picks up on the smallest of details. It only takes him two minutes of staring into the delicate petals, fingers brushing off the cheap paint out of the edges to realize what you have been up to.

"So, whose idea was it to stain the roses perfect cherry colour with maroon? Did you two really think I would not notice the contrasting tones?" Riddle's voice drips with a tame commanding tone - he's really containing himself to not straight out blurt Off With Your Head, and it shows on his cold, stoic features. You can't help but let the ghost of a smile tug at the corner of your lips, amusement mixed with surprise. Of course Riddle would be able to discern the colours, even name them.

Ace remains silent, his gaze fixated on the floor. He was a real friend, despite his loudness and mischievous personality, not even mumbling out your name.

"I just thought a darker colour along the petals would make them look prettier, bringing out their core and the lucid glow of their youth, since they have just finished blooming." You confess, tone innocent and soft. You're ready to face the consequences, so your voice comes sincere, though there's not much regret on the shy, minimal smile that graces the corner of your lips.

And Riddle notices it. He notices it, and can't help but feel his stoned heart warm up, melting away from the way you look so proud of it. You had a special and weird way to tug at his heartstrigs without even meaning it. He always felt a strong sense of righteousness, to live by rules - or else everything would descend into chaos - but then you would stand guiltless in front of him after some prank that conflicted with the Queen's sayings, and he would find your boldness amusing... hopeful, even.

Riddle stays silent, grey eyes searching for any lies or foul, hidden intents alongside your features, the intensity of his nimbus-colored irises sending electricity all through your skin. Though he looks severe, he secretly revels on the way your eyes glisten against his office's light, how your cheeks are graced with a light rosy tint, and most important - how you look genuinely proud of your work.

"Fine," he sighs out, long gloved fingers coming to pinch the bridge of his nose, head moving to the sides in an exasperated, dramatic motion - his hand casting shadows over his face in time to conceal a blush that slowly creeped up his cheeks, complexion easing. "I can recognize your... creative approach regarding the roses, and although I don't appreciate it, I can't find a reason to punish you for it."

He waves you off, allowing you to exit his office. What you fail to notice, however, is the small, longing smile that tugs at Riddle's features the moment you turn your back, the hint of a shy sparkle of admiration growing on his pupils. Ace comes to reach for the door, but is quickly stopped by a hand coiling around his shoulder, pulling him back.

"Trappola, I'm not done with you."

The next day you visit, you find Ace working on the Rose Maze, the heart-shaped red collar matching his current position - the flowers had been stripped from their lively colour, going back to their usual white selves, and now Ace was tasked to paint them all until tea time. No shortcut with his magic allowed thanks to the collar, he was expected to comply with excellency, merely relying on his bare skills with a brush and a can of paint.

"This is so unfair! All you have to do is look pretty and bat your eyelashes and Riddle spares you the collar?! No way, you're helping me out since I wouldn't be in hot water again if it wasn't for your stupid idea!"

You can't help but laugh with a mix of mischief and solidarity, deciding out of the goodness of your heart to help the poor guy out - but not before having a good laugh out of it, and even a photo. For memories sake, you tell him.

THIS IS SO GOOD

🪙 Fucking Pickpocket | Ace Trappola x Reader

>> requested: yes, by an anon >> a/n: this was so funny to write :333

>> masterlist: 400 fllr. special , heartslabyul >> summary: ace steals from jack >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): pet name "babe" is used

“Ace, don’t try to rob Jack,” you deadpanned at your boyfriend, who was hiding behind the bushes. “He’s going to notice.”

“Shh,” he shushed you softly, still keeping an eye on the wolf beastman. “That’s just what you think.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s what I know,” you frowned.

“Trust,” Ace stood up and winked at you. “Trust in the magic.”

You sighed as you watched him walk away from you. You knew this would end terribly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. Maybe he would successfully steal from Jack. But it was highly unlikely, and Ace would definitely get caught.

“Jack~!” Ace called out to the beastman.

“Hm?” the white haired teenager responded roughly.

“Looky here,” Ace held out cards for Jack to look at, smirking. “I’m going to perform a magic trick for you!”

“Ace,” Jack replied, crossing his arms. “I don’t want to play your games.”

“Oh c’mon!” Ace whined, splaying out the cards for Jack to choose from. “Just once!”

You facepalmed as you watched the encounter. Surely, Jack would not be stupid enough to fall for your boyfriend’s prank–

“Okay.” Jack nodded. “This one.”

“Good, good!! Memorize your card!” Ace urged Jack, pushing the card up to the beastman’s face.

“Ace, stop being all pushy.” Jack said as he looked over his card. “Done.”

You were taken aback. How could Jack have fallen for something as transparent as what Ace was pulling off? 

You watched as Ace shuffled the deck.

“Is… this your card?!” Ace held out a totally random card up, and even you could tell that Ace didn’t even try to guess accurately.

“...No.” Jack said. “I thought you were supposed to be good at magic tricks?”

“Ohhh that’s right!” Ace smirked, holding a finger to his chin. “Check your pockets!”

“Huh?” Jack’s voice was confused as he patted down his pants. “Hold up… Ace, where’s my wallet?!??!”

You hadn’t noticed Ace take Jack’s wallet while pushing his card in his face. You also didn’t notice Ace running right at you, gesturing for you to make a run for it as well.

“Go, go, go–” Ace’s voice got closer until he ran into you, toppling the both of you over. 

“Ace!” Jack was angry. Very angry.

“Oh shit…” Ace scrambled up, not bothering to ask if you were okay. “Bye babe, love ya!!”

All you could do was sigh and respond, “I love you too, Ace. Don’t get caught too soon.”

“I won’t!” he responded, yelping as Jack got too close to him for comfort.

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