Savanaclaw Masterlist

Savanaclaw Masterlist

~Leona Kingscholar

○ The Dorm Leaders With Crushes (Pt. 1)

~Ruggie Bucchi

○ N/a

~Jack Howl

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Scarabia Masterlist

~Kalim Al-Asim

○ The Dorm Leaders With Crushes (Pt. 1)

~Jamil Viper

○ N/a

Ignihyde Masterlist

~Idia Shroud

○ The Dorm Leaders With Crushes (Pt. 2)

○ (WIP)

~Ortho Shroud

○ N/a

HOT THINGS SEBEK ZIGVOLT DOES

SEBEK ZIGVOLT and verbal appreciation. it’s a whole thing. there’s not a single day that will go by that this man doesn’t let you know how much he appreciates every little thing you do for him. sometimes it’s loud and booming, making the other students and staff in the library flinch because of the sheer volume of his voice, but other times it’s silent and soft-spoken, the ghost of a kiss against your skin in the late hours of the night. he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal, but it means so much to you that he’s so open about how truly grateful he is for you.

SEBEK ZIGVOLT is tall, so it’s more than likely that he’ll be towering over you most of the time. he’s big and strong, and there’s something attractive about that combined with the fact that he’s practically dedicated himself to being your guard alongside his official duties to malleus. it’s not uncommon to have him lingering behind you, ready to step forward the moment you need his help. the position also makes for very good back hugs, should you request them at the right place and time.

SEBEK ZIGVOLT has a tendency to touch up on your appearance without you asking. he’s used to looking after silver, making sure he looks nothing less than perfect (even though silver has that unfair advantage of always looking princely even if he fell asleep in a ditch), and that habit extends to you over time. he soundlessly reaches out to you to adjust the collar of your uniformm of the fringe your hair as if you have no personal space, leaning in close enough for his lips to accidentally brush against your skin. it’s a wonder that he doesn’t notice the way your breath hitches (or does he…?)

SEBEK ZIGVOLT takes a while to learn how to whisper, but when he does, you can’t help but feel like he’s using it against you in some way. he gets closer than necessary when he’s whispering in your ear, to the point that his lips are brushing against your skin every time he moves. you don’t want him to tell him to move away, especially since you’re not exactly uncomfortable by the sudden close proximity, so you’re just left to pray to whatever deities exist in the world of twisted wonderland that he doesn’t notice the way your ears are suddenly burning hot and you’ve somehow forgotten how to breathe.

SEBEK ZIGVOLT remembers the most trivial things about you, from the expression you make when you’re eating something you’re not particularly fond of to your body language when it’s too cold but you don’t want anyone to know that you’re freezing your ass off, even the way your gaze shifts around a crowded room when your social battery is depleting. one could say that he knows you better than you know yourself. he applies his knowledge very discreetly, so subtle that barely anyone notices. you do, of course, because you’re quite proud to say that you know sebek almost as well as he knows you. but you’re much too hesitant to point it out, afraid that if you were to do so, he’d stop. (a silly fear; sebek wouldn’t be able to stop caring for you even if he tried)

Diasomnia Masterlist

~Malleus Draconia

○ The Dorm Leaders With Crushes (Pt. 2)

~Silver

○ N/a

~Sebek Zigvolt

○ N/a

~Lilia Vanrouge

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Emotions- Wanderer (Scaramouche)

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Scaramouche had always thought emotions were exhausting. Just being able to feel as any "normal" being should was exactly what made him imperfect. Feelings made people act stupid and irrational, and he hated it. He hated being able to feel, and he even hated the fact he was capable of hating something. It was a confusing paradox, an intricately woven web he had spun himself.

Yet the sight of you so close to him, so vulnerable as you slept with your back facing him while sharing the same bed of some inn- it was enough to make him reconsider his entire view on emotions. With the moonlight reflecting across your features through the open window, illuminated by the silvery light above, you looked ethereal to him.

He freezes as you shift, turning onto your back yet your eyes stay shut. He gingerly lifts a hand, brushing some hair out of your face. He wants to move his hand away from you, he wants to push you away, physically and emotionally, but another softer side of him still wishes to pull you in even closer. His hand lingers against the side of your face, cupping your cheek while he takes in your features. He adores you, your smile, the way you laugh, the way your hair is sprawled out against the sheets- everything about you is so endearing.

Still fast asleep, you shift closer to him, and he cautiously moves closer to you. Bringing his hand down, he brushes his thumb over your lower lip. He'd love to kiss you right now, love to call you his, yet the thought of possibly putting you in danger because of his selfish desires creates an uneasy knot in his artificial stomach. He leans forward, deciding to place a soft kiss in the middle of your forehead. He can wait for now.

Scaramouche would rather die than be weak enough to catch feelings for some mortal, but he is no longer Scaramouche- he's the Wanderer, and he has no problems admitting to himself that you've captured his synthetic heart.