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“What’s wrong, cat’s got your tongue?”

Doodled ace,, life is a little hectic but thanks everyone for being patient with me 😭❤️

I really hate it when I read a twisted wonderland fanfic, the reader is always female 😐bshdbdhe I'm so frustrated whenever I see "twst x FEMALE reader" sjdnhebfuenduej like non binary and men exists 💀 no hate to the authors but PLEASE recommend me some twst x GN!reader. This has been going on for years and I hate it. I'm non binary and whenever I see a female reader in twst fanfic I just beudnekdnehbs 😭 I'm not forcing fanfic authors to make their readers male/non binaries, some people have their reasons, and I understand that :D

Wattpad is definitely the worst place to find a twst reader insert fanfics, almost all of them is female, I don't recommend going to Wattpad if ur a boy/non binary looking for a twst x reader fanfics, I sometimes go to ao3 since ao3 is the best omg 😭

Again, I am not trying to force female reader writters, it's just that I want to find a non binary/gn reader twst fanfic, also MARRY ME IF U WRITE TWST X GN READER FANFICS MWAHWAH ILYSMM

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Little apple 🍎🍏

I can finally show the art for the zine

So cute I almost got diabetes

"you're doing it again."

kenma's voice was quiet, the soft tenor of his flat, but not quite annoyed. never really annoyed with you, sometimes unimpressed, other times confused, but mostly just observant. and he did, he noticed everything.

unlike you, it seemed. you hadn't even realised that your hand had crept under the hem of his hoodie, fingers sliding across the soft warmth of his stomach, the hair between his belly button tickling your fingertips like a cautious little kiss. you hadn't even touched him for any reason. you did just…because.

because he was warm, and you liked warm. you liked his warm.

innocently, you blinked up at him, your chin resting on his shoulders, legs tangled on the couch as some random video played in the background. you blew onto his neck and he shifted slightly, "doing what?"

"that thing," his eyes scurried over to you and back, the golden of his iris getting smaller, "your hand. my hoodie. sneaky."

you grinned and stole a kiss from his shoulder, "i'm not sneaky. you just never stop me."

kenma huffed, shaking his head slightly, the tips of his hair brushing your nose, yet — he never moved your hand. if anything, he leaned into you a little more, his body seeking the flush of your own close to him; there was a faint blush crawling across his cheeks, settling on his skin gorgeously. his thumb continued to scroll through his phone, but like a betrayal to his attitude, you could feel the way his chest expanded underneath your fingertips, breathing slowing under your palm like he'd started to relax the moment you touched him. his heart beat a cute melody against your head when you rested your cheek against his chest, fast and tripping.

"you're like a cat," he mumbled, warm air brushing your forehead.

"says you."

"i'm not a cat."

"yeah, you are."

"am not."

"are," you smiled against his hoodie, letting your hand rest there, fingers still splayed slightly over his skin, caressing his stomach and he squirmed a little underneath your touch. he wasn't ticklish, you knew that, but he fidgeted like he didn't know what to do with all the feelings of your hand on his abdomen, soft and full of affection. it was quiet for a moment and when you stopped teasing him, he finally settled, too.

then he spoke again, softer this time like he was hesitant to admit it: "…i like it."

he didn't look at you, refused to like always, too shy and too embarrassed; his ears flushed and burning.

"i like when you do that," he added, barely audible, "it— it feels nice. like you're there."

you squeezed him gently, cheek mushed against him, "i am here, dummy."

behind the curtain of his hair, kenma smiled too, the kind where it was all crooked, all soft, the one he only could with you. he shifted slightly again so he could press his cheek on top of yours, his voice disappearing between your hair, "then stay there a while."

and you did — hand under his hoodie.

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Messy (but progressively getting better) design notes:

[ Epel was one of those designs that just clicked instantly with me, I had a vision of the basics I wanted all sorted in my head even before I gathered most reference pics. I don't expect this to happen again to a majority of the remaining cast though 😫 ]

[ Watching those doll restoration/repainting videos while drawing helped me set the general mood I wanted for him, even though the final result doesn't show much of this inspiration, at least in my opinion... I love the makeup and face painting details these artists put on the dolls, but I was afraid too much of that would make his design too heavy-looking combined with the rest of the outfit. If I ever decide to design alternative outfits for this series, I'll try to show off more of this lost aspect there ]

[ For the character in itself now, I imagine him in this AU to be more free to do and act however he wants compared to his og universe counterpart. Still being supervised by Vil, but not in the same level as before. Probably the reason why he got all those scratches and cracks on his body, I like to think he's having a little more fun with being a gremlin and running around all he wants lol. And due to that, his skin care routine baisically consists in Elmer's glue, to stick any broken porcelain shards together. Vil is not exactly content about that, but he lets most of it slide at this point 👍]

[Epel's totally the type of kid who goes around the gardens to casually collect bugs like he's in animal crossing. Like this video I found on reels, which I don't reccomend watching if you have a phobia of spiders/insects/bugs/snakes/frogs/etc cause, you know. But anyway I think MH Epel holds this exact energy and it's- kinda terrifying! In a good way though. come on let this kid be a kid for once. I also think this more playful part of him fits well with the fact that he's a little doll. OH and the fact that og Epel grew up around the elderly back in his hometown kinda makes sense in this universe too, like, he's the type of doll some grandparents would keep in their old house as a family relic or something. Could very much be the beggining of a horror story. ]

leona & jamil

This is so beautiful, literally got me smiling and blushing at 3am. Please read this 😔

COMFORTABLE SILENCE.

🫧 SUMMARY; — kozume kenma and gn!reader have a status quo to keep! only glances, only pining, yep, yep, nothing more.

🫧 WARNINGS; — none! just super fluff if you don't have a sweet tooth.

🫧 WORD COUNT; — 1309.

🫧 AUTHOR'S NOTE; — i love kenma. that's all!

please let me know what you think! -` ♡ ´-

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | final pt.

his hair fell into his eyes; dark strands slowly transitioning into blonde at the tips. even though the hair must be in his vision, those eyes of his were sharp. they always reminded you of the gaze of a predator. he wasn’t looking at you, yet as always, you felt a certain energy buzz around your skin at the watchfulness you could feel radiate off him. as if he was thoroughly and exceptionally aware of every fibre on your body.

kozume kenma did end up blowing the stray tangle of hair out of his way, “mhm, this level’s annoying.”

you looked away from your book again — it seemed like you couldn’t keep your eyes off him for more than a few minutes. he shifted a little on the couch, and his knee brushed yours by accident. ever so slightly. 

neither of you two acknowledged it, but your skin was humming at the contact, and a certain blush unfurled on your neck. a tinge of pink dusted the tip of his ears, and you tore your gaze away from him to the words swimming on the page in front of you.

you nodded at his words, your throat slightly dry and you peeled your tongue off the roof of your mouth, and despite not being done with the page you were reading, you turned to the next one, anyway, “must be an intense one. you haven’t looked so concentrated for the past ones.”

kenma glanced up to you, even though he had complained about having to time his attacks perfectly to be able to parry his opponents, but just as swiftly — lest anyone could accuse him of always getting distracted by you — his eyes wandered back to his console. 

for a while, there was only the noise of the clock ticking in the background, the boss music of kenma’s game, a page being flipped, the couch squeaking when somebody displaced their weight differently, slow breathing. you enjoyed those moments with him, when neither of you had the need to talk; basking in each other’s presence, warmth at the almost contact between both of your arms, a graze of skin, the sheepish glances stolen when neither one of you were looking.

“i like when it’s like this, you know?” you ended up muttering, quietly, almost to yourself, “when it’s quiet.”

“yeah. i get that.”

silence enveloped you both again, though not for too long.

kenma pressed the menu button, and the boss music dimmed into a muted version of itself. surprised, you looked up from your book, though you couldn’t even remember the last sentence you had just tried to pronounce in your head. your eyes met those of his, and he stared at you for a second, completely unabashed; the very golden of his iris growing smaller. your chest felt tight at the beat of your heart growing stronger, the centre of his attention. his throat bobbed and you half-expected him to say something, soft voice carrying words that meant something, but then his head lowered and his fingers were quick to return back to the game. 

you forced yourself to restore to the status quo, tearing your eyes away from him, even though your blood was rushing a thousand miles per hour through your ears, even though your breath was shaky when you exhaled quietly. you could swear that the air got a little heavier this time around, like a pause on your fragile friendship, teetering on the edge of unspoken sentences; potential large and unused in your hands.

you contemplated saying something, fingers creasing the edge of the page, eyes staring at the words, following the curve of the letters, wondering and yearning.

“...you’re here a lot lately,” when he spoke, his voice was soft, hesitant, hands caught in the automatic movement of trying to clear the level.

your own fingers stilled, and then you nodded, one shoulder heaving up defensively, “yeah. i like it here.”

“me too. it’s interesting.”

he responded quickly, like somebody who knew the answer to a question and didn’t bother to wait with the reply. like a fact, he said it and you couldn’t help it — glancing up to him, memorising the lines of his side profile, the soft curve of his nose, those watchful, scrutinising eyes of his, the brush of his lashes on his cheeks when he blinked, the slight twitch of his eyebrows at the concentration. he was pretty. kozume kenma was so pretty.

trying to evade your thoughts of painting him on your mind’s eye — the way you had done a thousand times during each and every moment you could lay your eyes on him — you allowed a small smile to grace your features.

“what is?”

kenma copied you, a swift meeting with golden attentiveness, and his voice seemed even smaller than before. his hand tightened around the console, and he cleared his throat, “you. i don’t know — you’re always here. always around. it’s...comfortable.” he was silent for a second, and he shifted again. this time, his shoulder grazed yours. warmth. again, it wasn’t acknowledged, but the small proximity felt different, “not everyone is, you know.”

you closed your book slowly — no chance that you could get any reading done anymore, “well. that’s good, because it would be impossible to get rid of me now.”

another stretch of silence passed between you, and it felt like something unnamed was lingering between you, a breath away from existing. kenma paused his game again, and now neither one of you had an excuse to divert your attention. except kenma really was a master at it, so he was still looking down, but your skin prickled; a cat playing coy yet giving the mouse all his utmost attention. 

his fingers scratched the skin next to his nail as he admitted, “not impossible. but…” — a quick lick of his dry lips — “i don’t want to...i guess i’m used to it now.”

he glanced up to you again, “i guess i don’t mind it.”

you were sure he could hear your heart beating for him, that he would still be able to discern the thunder of the muscle even if there were construction workers right next to you stealing the air and all its promises away. now it was your turn to clear your throat, and the music of the boss fight returned to its full volume. 

slowly, you got up, and though you weren’t going anywhere, his body turned slightly, following yours, a certain longing clear in the tautness of his shoulders that relaxed as soon as you spoke, “i don’t mind it either. i think i’ll get some water. you want some?”

“nah, i’m good.”

“okay then.”

you were about to leave for the kitchen, when you turned around, swiftly, not leaving him any space and chance to react, your heartbeat galloping through your entire body and carrying you along with its nonsense. an action that you were sure to embarrassedly mull over on the walk to the kitchen, but that grasped you with such conviction, you feared that you were not the owner of your own body anymore. 

a light kiss onto his cheek. lips meeting soft skin, his hair brushing your cheek, the surprised widening of his eyes, the gold darting over to you, but by then, you had already turned around to hurry away for some water. 

kenma wished he had said yes to your offer because his throat dried up instantly. thankfully, you also missed the very deep tulip red that rose from his neck, to his cheeks, to his ears; the hair on his neck rising in attentiveness to how close you had been, the feeling of your mouth, the residue of warmth on his cheek.

in the neighbouring house, kuroo tetsurou’s phone chimed once.

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