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natsukishinomiyaswife · 22 hours
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AHHHHHHHHHH I'M GONNA CRY!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡
THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THE WONDERFUL YUMEDARLING ON ETSY FOR MAKING THIS BEAUTIFUL HAND DRAWN KEYCHAIN OF MY OC X CANON!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡
YULIYA AND IDIA LOOK SO GOOD, AND THIS WILL BE THE PERFECT FINAL PIECE FOR MY IDIA ITA BAG!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡
AHHHHHHHH I'LL HAVE TO POST A PICTURE ONCE I'VE ADDED IT!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡
(This is my third time commissioning Yumedarling, and I highly recommend them! They are so sweet to work with, and their art is SO GOOD!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡)
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ashipiko · 2 months
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—NIKO CIMARRON
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All information on Niko Cimarron ATM! Will most likely be updated ☆
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BASIC INFORMATION:
Class: 2-A
Birthday: October 24
Height: 176cm
Dominant Hand: Right
From: Land of Pyroxene / Shaftlands
Club: Film Studies (visits on occasion, inactive member)
Favorite Subject: Magic Analysis
Best Subject: Animal Languages
Likes: Making a profit
Dislikes: Getting outsmarted
Favorite Food: Berries / Berry flavored things
Least Favorite Food: Anything too hot
Specialty: Balancing on the line of lie and truth
GALLERY:
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VOICE CLAIM:
YUU’S INTERVIEW:
— Scarabia Dorms - Niko’s Room —
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for easier reading, all yuu dialogue will be in italics and all niko dialogue will be in a normal black font instead of green.
There you are. Surprised you came to visit me, Carrots.
> You know what I’m here for, Niko.
> Why are you surprised?
No need to act like that. Interview, right? Or should I say an interrogation? If you wanted to hang out with me, you didn’t need to hide around the bush, you know…
It’s cute seeing you all dodgy, but still. ♡
> I think it matches your vibe.
> You’re one to talk.
Yeah, yeah. How many questions do we have planned for today? Don’t take too long, now. I’ve gotta start pumping out those treats for my profit.
…Oh. No need to worry about a pen and paper, I’ve got one for you.
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> I didn’t expect for you to be so prepared.
> (…They’re cuter than expected.)
Something something about matching the vibes… They’re modeled after an old movie about cops and so, interrogating. Figured you’d like them. A carrot for Carrots. It’s cute.
It’s about time to start though, huh?
> Yeah.
> No more wasting time.
INTERVIEW: START!
1. Can we get some basic info about you from… you?
A second year Scarabia student who’s a fox beastman. I guess I’m what you’d call a charmer, thief of the heart, man of your dreams… I’ve heard it all. But the real name’s Niko. Niko Cimarron. My surname means “Wild”, so you could call me Mr. Wild if you like that too. Heh, actually, it’s a business thing, so I guess you’d only call me that if you bought my products… Say, Carrots, you feeling like you need a snack? I have some lefties if you’d like.
> No thanks.
> Why not?
They’re tasty, I prommie~.
2. Speaking of which, what are your “pawpsicles” made from? How do you make them?
Those little things? Why, I’ll let you know I put my blood, sweat, and tears in those treats. Makes me happy to see other people happy, like the faces on a thaumark. To make ‘em, it’s just some tasty berries from the school grounds that get mushed up to get juice, where they go into a mold and freeze up. It’s hard work! I’ve gotta walk so many steps around the school and all across campus… You’re lucky you never saw me in my first year. Took me a while to get used to the schedule… Though, I’m a well-organized man now, I’ll have you know. It’s good for the public image.
3. You’re from the Shaftlands, aren’t you? Do you have any connections to Vil, Cater, or Jack?
Connections? I have them with everyone, really… though I don’t think those three are really aware I came from the same place as them. To be fair, the Shaftlands is a pretty big area. People even go as far to call it a utopia.
If anything, I’ve talked to Diamond more at NRC than anywhere in the Shaftlands. Is that because I never even saw him once? Maybe. So I can’t say about back then, but I can enjoy a good conversation with him now. He’s a good customer and a good influencer. Back then, he got me a good chunk of costumers off of a Magicam post, so I’ve got to give it to him. Who knew people could just follow trendy things at the drop of a hat? Crazy, right?
Vil is a major celebrity, and Jack, I didn’t even know existed ‘till this year. I’ve got nothing to say about Mr. Hardhead, but I’ve had my fair share of talks with Vil. When we were kids, I got a wave from him once… It was great bragging rights. Heh, he kinda freaks me out now though. The reason why I don’t actually participate in club activities. He’s probably too high of a standard for a lowlife like me, so it’s not something that bothers me anyway.
4. You don’t seem to have a Unique Magic. Any reason why?
Ah. Magic? A little bit of a sour topic for me, Carrots, ow… I’m just a late bloomer, is all. I’ve got magic in me, but I never played around with it when I was younger, so I’m way more rusty than all of the other guys here. It doesn’t mean I don’t know the brain stuff, though. Just inexperienced.
If I’m being dead honest, it’s kind of a miracle how I got into NRC. I guess they wanted the fox vote, huh? Heh.
5. Not sure if I’ve seen you around a lot with one particular person. Is there a secret someone?
Secret someone? Getting jealous, are you? Haha, I would’ve never taken you to be the type!
> Not the focus of the question.
> That’s not…!
It’s your fault for wording it like that. You’ve got to watch your words, Carrots. Well, the business life is a cold one, isn’t it? Being around a bunch of highschool guys isn’t really the “ideal” grounds for making business partners either, so it is what it is. At least this way, I get all the profits, so I don’t mind. If you want, I can save a spot for you by my side. ♡
> Again, no thanks.
> Maybe after I get a break from all the things this school brings.
Keep me in mind~.
6. Our last question. You say a lot of random stuff. People get annoyed with it pretty often. How do you feel about that?
…? Oh, you picked up on it, huh? Heh, I mean… I guess I could come clean. I think it’s interesting you haven’t walked away from me yet, y’know. Usually people aren’t into this stuff.
> You are annoying, but…
> (Would it be mean to say something?)
I appreciate you, Carrots. A little too much than I’d like.
Usually people don’t really like the stereotypical foxiness I bring to the table. They run away because I’m either something they don’t wanna get mixed up with, or just something they don’t like. I think you’re a weirdo who’s looking for entertainment when you come into my room and talk to me like this.
…But I guess that just means that you like the way I talk to you, right? You can’t get enough? Is that what’s happening here? ♡
> For a second, I thought you were going to need some comfort, but I guess not.
> Really, it’s fine, Niko…
Don’t pretend like your cheeks aren’t a little red. I like the reactions I get out of you. ♡
Is that all you wanted? Yeah? Alright, we’re done here, then. Hand me the pen, would ya?
> It was nice being able to talk to you like this.
> (That was a quick turnaround.)
…Yeah. Hurry on up, shouldn’t you be studying up on actual things worth studying? Live up to that Smarty McSmart Pants title. Bye-bye now~.
INTERVIEW: END!
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> (I feel like Niko’s more than meets the eye.)
> (I feel like Niko’s… hiding something.)
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TRIVIA:
Niko is actually magicless. Not entirely, as he does have some running in his blood, so he didn’t lie, but it’s not enough where he can successfully conjure spells. Because of this, at NRC, he often has to get by with con-artist type excuses and acts. It works most of the time, as he has Crowley’s support. For now, he’s getting by with the excuse of being a late bloomer, but I’m sure suspicions are beginning to rise… Perhaps, if this were to be found out that he’s unable to conjure spells, he would be kicked out of NRC.
He made it to NRC after being dared to attempt to con his way in by his magicless best friend. His name is not noted, but he’s a very angry and violent French fennec fox. Niko is often bullied by him.
He can be considered a fan of Vil.
Niko enjoys the pop genre a lot, but is embarrassed to admit it.
Despite being a playboy, Niko is easily flustered at the thought of someone making moves on him.
Even though he doesn’t want to, he feels obligated to play into the deceitful foxiness of himself, because that’s what people naturally expect of him. It stops them from getting curious about him, as it seems like they’ve already got him figured out.
He says things that are considered shallow, like flirting or bargaining because he wants to get a reaction out of people. Niko does small things like this for small reactions — enough of these small reactions will fulfill the same satisfaction of seeing someone he loves flustered or happy, he thinks. In truth, he knows it won’t amount to much. Niko tries to satisfy himself enough so that he won’t need the real thing.
Niko feels very guilting for deceiving everyone at NRC, especially the prefect. Even still, he doesn’t have the heart to tell them that he truly doesn’t belong here, taking up a spot possibly for somebody who deserves it much more.
Niko’s way of thinking suggests that if he acts distasteful enough, it will cause people to stray far away from him. He believes that he really is just a lowlife fox, but the truth of his actions is something he think people would hate him for most; living in a lie. Because of this, he acts like a playboy and an annoyance in attempts to get people to stay away, preventing them from finding out the even uglier truth of him.
Additionally, he’s afraid to have the truth leak out because he doesn’t want to leave NRC. Though he doesn’t have much, he doesn’t want to lose the little bit he does have.
Even still, Niko craves for someone who will take time to understand him. Which is why he’s so attached to the prefect.
More to be added!
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officialdaydreamer00 · 8 months
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RSA!IRENE LOVEJOY HEADCANONS
looks a lot more like her godly mother, athena
blessed in music by apollo, and thrives in one of her mother's domain, arts and crafts
usually looks happy-go-lucky and air-headed (read: a bit naive), but can be serious at times
easily bored and needs near constant audio stimming
likes: sweets, fluffy animals, fidget toys, singing
dislikes: bitter food, butterflies, untidiness
tags bc i think yguys might like this :D @aqua-beam @identity-theft-101 @azulashengrottospiano @siren-serenity @bun-lapin @cheezy-moon @cookiesandbiscuits @minimallyminnie @mermaidfanficlibrary @dove-da-birb @taruruchi @thehollowwriter
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viilpstick · 6 months
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𝗬𝗨𝗨 𝗨𝗣𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘!!
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🪞 Yuuna ; Inspired in Disney's mirrors "Hm. You know Grim... Sometimes I feel I reflect others issues into my actions. I wonder if that's- Oh! You are sleeping already?"
tagging: @justm3di0cr3 @midnightmah07
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antoinettedoodles · 9 months
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Happy Twistober!!
Meet my Yuusona!
Alice Aoi in [Twisted] Wonderland!
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nonokoko-draws · 5 months
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It really be like this sometimes
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cakeheavenly999 · 4 months
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Practice After School
toxic!jamil viper x fem!reader wc: 1443 tags: jamil is toxic/choking/not enough prep/cervix kissing not beta read!
hi hi hi everyone! this is something i made for fun! i had some jmeal brainrot and i needed to post it! i made this really fast so dont worry about mistakes!
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the basketball court was empty. all of the basketball club members had gone back to their respective dorms for the day. except jamil. he was angrily dribbling the ball against the linoleum as you sat in on the bleachers with a frown. nrc had lost yet another game. according to jamil and his long rants, it was the fault of ace and floyd arguing over the ball and floyd gut punching someone on the opposing team. had they not had so many fouls and a sense of teamwork they wouldve had the game in the bag. It had pissed him off and you would be the one to face the consequences of his teams actions until jamil had felt better. he had stayed after school for about an hour now and the sun was starting to set. the soft swoosh of the mesh net caused you to lift your eyes from your phone as jamil continued to practice with his audience of 1. you didnt mind waiting and watching. but jamil only looked more and more frustrated with each layup and rebound.
it was time to go. at least for you. you wanted to change out of your outfit of black leggings and your oversized nrc sweatshirt and your long white socks that stuck out of your sneakers. you stood from where you sat in the bleachers, making your way down to the court where he continued to practice. his long braided bun was starting to fall loose and he was shimmering from a thin film of sweat coating his cinnamon brown skin. he was panting softly as he dribbled mindlessly. back and forth, switching from his right hand to his left. his grey eyes were locked on the mesh net and you could see his pink tongue poking out from the corner of his lips. “jamil?” you called his name, and he didnt hear you. let alone notice you. “jamil!” you snapped him out of his concentrated state and he snapped his head in your direction. his eyes scanned over you and he looked annoyed that you had called his name. “if youre tired of waiting then just go. stop acting like im holding you captive here.” he scoffed and went back to dribbling. his practice jersey had fallen untucked from his shorts. jamil was pushing himself too hard. 
you sighed and crossed your arms over your chest. “you dont have to take everything out on me. its not my fault the team lost.” you clicked your tongue and the sound of dribbling had stopped. you had his attention. 
“youre so quick to blame everyone else. but hey, if youre so perfect? carry the team next time if it bothers you so much.” you huffed with annoyance as his face began to contort with anger. jamil had no right to be such an asshole to you. even if you usually took the verbal abuse (and rarely physical) he still had no right. your eyes locked with his and you could feel your body suddenly growing heavy. “do you have to be so mouthy?” he asked you a question. jamil was using his unique magic on you again. it wasnt the first time hes used this spell on you. it wasnt that you liked it, but you did always feel extra turned on when he did. the lack of control left your thighs trembling and your cotton panties sticky. “im mouthy because youre mean to me.” you spoke honestly as you swayed back and forth. jamils eyes were scanning you over again. “undress, just the bottom half.” he commanded with an uncaring tone. why should he care about being ‘mean’ to you. he would apologize by getting you something expensive as his im sorry gift so he wouldnt have to say it himself. and you would be staying by his side as always. 
your hands were slow as you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your black leggings and pulled them down along with your seamless, dark brown colored panties. you went to take them off along with your shoes until jamil grabbed you by your arm. “youre moving too slow.” his grip was so rough. you flinched in your hypnotized state and yelped when he tossed you to the ground. hes just in a bad mood. your heart raced as he pulled on your ankle, slipping between your legs as your bunched leggings and panties locked him in place. you sat up on your arms, watching in a daze as jamil nudged his shorts down to expose his hardened cock. long, and not too thick. it always hit your cervix, even when you cried out that he was too deep he wouldnt stop. jamil would impale you over and over with his cock until your pussy was overflowing with his pearlescent sperm and you felt that familiar soreness in your tummy. you struggled to fight back your soft moans as he rolled his hips back and forth against your throbbing pussy. the veins and the feeling of his tip rubbing against your clit made you shudder. you wanted more. but pride was preventing you from begging. “whats with that face?” jamil asked. he still sounded annoyed. you looked up at him and winced when his other hand wrapped around your throat and pinned you against the hard linoleum floor. he was so rough when he was mad. but where others saw pain you found pleasure. “im sorry jamil.” you apologized under a moan and he started to squeeze. your lungs started to burn from the lack of air and you noticed his displeasure. “no, you know you arent supposed to use my name during sex. are you an idiot?” he growled and you shook your head. 
“m’sorry master.” you whimpered as he smacked his cock against your slick opening. “sorry for what?” he growled and demanded an answer. “sorry for being mouthy.” you wheezed out as he relaxed his hand and allowed you to breathe. “very good.” he purred with another smack of his hard cock against your opening. he adjusted himself to be lined up with your entrance. with a shallow push, he had fit the tip of his cock inside. jamil was throbbing, a soft ‘fuuuck’ left his lips as you moaned with the desire for more. you wanted all of him buried inside of you. he gave your throat another sudden squeeze which pulled a strangled cry out of your mouth. jamil began to force the rest of his cock inside as your thighs shook. the lack of air. the familiar fullness. the disrespect. you enjoyed it. you always did. 
“open your mouth. stick out your tongue.” he commanded with a firm tone as you relaxed your jaw and stuck out your tongue per jamils command. he gathered up saliva in his mouth, and spat on your pink tongue. your heart was racing again as you savored the taste of his spit. when he told you to savor the taste, you were delighted to. his hips began with slow and shallow thrusts, the sound of skin against skin echoed in the empty gymnasium as he began to move deeper and deeper inside of you for that special spongy spot he loved so much. you were getting hot in your sweatshirt, but you didnt have the power to inform jamil. you allowed him to fuck you against the linoleum floor. his free hand steadying himself above you as he pounded into your tight hole, finally smacking your cervix. “so deep master…” you whined as tears pricked your eyes. over and over again he smashed the tip of his cock into your cervix where he knew he would bruise you. where he knew you would end up sore and struggling to walk. jamil fought to bite back his moans and shook his head. his braided bun finally falling loose as he hunched over you to continue drilling you with his cock. all of his anger. all of his frustration. he planned to fuck it into you. you couldnt take much more and quickly came unraveled. your legs shook from your orgasm as jamil fucked you through it. the slick coated his cock and he was able to move faster. with the stutter of his hips and the strangled threat of him on the edge of cumming, you leaned up to kiss jamil. you were rewarded with a small peck as he snapped his hips against you. falling boneless as his cock pulsated and filled you with his thick sperm. you could feel it overflowing from your hole and pooling beneath you with the mixture of your slick. 
you loved it. 
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glidiaxoxo · 6 months
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Finally made an oc inspired by Pascal🤧🤧🫶 he low key looks like a Sebek x Barney love child but it's the best I've got
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kitwasheree · 3 months
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🦇🍷
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rosemariebush · 4 months
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Fairy gala dress commission I designed ♡
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ashipiko · 2 months
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WHATS THIS? ASHI HAS APPEARED W A NEW TWST OC? CRAZY!!!!! <3 introducing niko cimarron!!!
FEEL FREE TO COME INTO MY INBOX AND TALK ABOUT HIM BTW IT WOULD SOOO HELP ME DEVELOP HIM 🫶
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“What’s it now, Carrots? Got yourself in another mess?”
INFO UNDER CUT!
• HE KINDA??? IS MAGICLESS? while in NRC. THE MAGIC SCHOOL.
• 😭😭 you may be wondering how exactly. he doesn’t know either. I FEEL LIKE MIRACULOUSLY HE DID IT AS A JOKE AND SOMEHOW GOT INTO NRC????? as for the entrance ceremony IM STILL WORKING ON IT but magicless fox boy. OK
• <3 scarabia 2nd year!! he vibe checked himself and was like “yk what this one is convincing enough” and here we are
• he doesn’t necessarily LIE despite people sayin that he does all the time 🤔🤔 more so that he’s really good w his words and he just kinda dodges questions in a creative way 🫶 does this sound familiar
• rumor has it he’s made out w azul once and no one knows if it’s actually true or not </3
• everytime he sells his little “pawpsicles” outside of montro lounge (like RIGHT outside) and Azul tries to kick him out he pulls the “oh I GET IT you’re just salty I’ve moved on aren’t you” and suddenly it’s like no one believes Azul 😭😭 ITS KINDA FUNNY
• the tweels LOVE him because of how entertaining he is espec w azul!!! THEY SUPPORT NIKO WRONGS!!!!
• best friend is crowley FR I feel like azul’s TRIED to talk to him about niko but he’s just “a student trying to make a profit. much like you, ashengrotto!” so it doesn’t work. AZUL OUT HERE STRUGGLING
• as for relations w the prefect I FEEL LIKE THEYD BE A LOT LIKE NICK AND JUDY. considering the fact that’s he’s also a magicless student in a magic school I can see a small scene where it’s like “you’re not alone, all right? hey— that doesn’t mean you can run off telling everyone, carrots.” BUUUT. he kinda has issues
• trying to keep up the act of him seemingly having magic because he doesn’t want to be exposed as a phony at NRC……. he doesn’t wanna give into that fox/playboy stereotype and now he’s kinda in this big mess of a lie that he can’t get himself outta 😔 so I imagine telling the prefect is a whole big thing with vulnerability
• he doesn’t care too much about the other guys at nrc but w the prefect who’s given him a chance to be smth more than just a flirt or playboy or scammer he’s kinda scared to tell them he’s been lying to their face this whole time. YK? HES JJST A LITTLE GUY!!!! 🫶 he’s attached to the prefect whether he’d admit it or not <3
• DID I MENTION HE KINDA HAS A PLAYBOY PERSONA?
• ALSO W CALLING THE PREFECT “CARROTS” I can imagine a scene at lunch where he meets the prefect and he’s like “oh you must really like carrots, huh? there’s a bunch on your plate” and yuu gets the decision of either “no, I hate carrots” or “yes, I love carrots!” and either way he goes “huh. well, carrots is your name now~”
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officialdaydreamer00 · 10 months
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Dream Diary of Irene Lovejoy
characters: irene lovejoy (aka the prefect), ace trappola
supporting characters: deuce spade, jack howl, epel felmier, ortho shroud, sebek zigvolt, grim
cw: weird and realistic dreams, liminal spaces, references to the backrooms™, use of blue matter to replace blood
first dream: the endless hallway (ace trappola)
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they didn't know what they were expecting when they went to ramshackle dorm that day. the prefect and grim weren't present in classes as usual, so naturally, they were rather worried.
well, deuce and jack were, the others were more confused than worried.
deuce knocked on the old wooden door. "prefect? are you there, prefect?" he called. "grim?" but nobody replied.
"maybe they're still asleep?" epel suggested, but ace furrowed his eyebrows in doubt. "prefect doesn't sleep that much. usually, she should've been awake and walking by now."
now they were getting even more worried.
deuce tried to open the door. however, it did not budge at all. not even a single creak indicating its moves. it as as if they were in front of a solid brick wall. "it's... locked?"
"i say we force the door open by magic." sebek, who had been (surprisingly) quiet the entire time, proposed a plan with a serious solemn look on his face. they nodded and held up their pens, pointing at the dorm's door.
it took them a few tries before the door was blasted off of its hinges. the five stepped inside the dorm. immediately, a cold atmosphere engulfed them whole, sending shivers down their spines. even ortho had a feeling of utter dread blaring in his system. the hall was void of human presence, completely. there was no signs of the three ghosts who resided in this dorm either. it was like a no one had been here in decades, and that whole idea had never felt more wrong than in that moment.
the moment they made it to the lounge, they felt their heart dropped simutaneously. "great seven, what the hell happened here?" the entire place was wrecked from top to bottom. nothing was whole and blue splattered everywhere, on the floor, on the walls, on the broken furniture, on the prefect-
"wait, prefect!?" there she was, sprawling face down by the broken couch. grim was also found unconcious near her. deuce held the prefect in his arms as jack picked grim up. both of them were stained with the same metallic blue that covered the room, and on the prefect's wrist had a strange mark literally carved into her skin. and, by the looks of it, the mark was fresh and... glowing(?) a deep blue hue.
"what's that?" ace picked up her arm and stared at the symbol in confusion. and he touched it.
the next thing they all knew, was a sudden drowsy state, and five loud thuds as they dropped to the floor around the prefect, falling into a deep sleep.
"ugh..."
ace woke up, feeling disoriented. his head was throbbing painfully as he tried to sit up.
"what... happened...?" he cradled his head.
as his vision soon cleared, ace found himself in a hallway. the monotonous grey walls and the constant buzzing of fluorescent light were gnawing at his mind, ace thought he would go crazy if he stayed too long.
"hey. you're awake."
ace jolted at the sudden voice echoing next to him. he snapped his head towards the source, only to see...
"p-prefect!?"
the prefect was sitting close to him and staring at him with unreadable wide eyes. chills crawled down his spine, ace felt as if there was something so... wrong about the prefect- should he even call the one in front of him 'prefect'?
"you've been there for almost an hour now. come on, get up." the 'prefect' ushered him up, grabbing his arm rather roughly. "the others are waiting at the base."
there it was again. ace felt a pit of dread formed in his stomach. the prefect would never manhandle anyone like that. and she practically never called his name.
"what- who are you?" ace muttered, ripping his arm out of her (surprisingly) tight grip and keeping his distance.
"what are you doing?" the 'prefect' said calmly. she turned her head to ace in a slow but strange manner. "we don't have much time. we have to go, now."
it was then ace saw her face. she had the prefect's face, but her eyes. her eyes were a dull blue, while the prefect's were sea green. this further solidifying his doubts.
she- this person wasn't the prefect.
"you- you are not her."
ace took a step back, alarmed and on guard. who was the impostor wearing her face in front of him? where was the real prefect?
the 'prefect' only stared at him, never even blinked once. then, her head snapped to the side as if her neck broke. the thing began to take a step towards ace, who staggered backwards. his hand reached towards his shirt pocket, only to find his magic pen gone. the thing kept getting closer to ace, its skin began to melt like candle wax, revealing the grotesque bone structure that made up its being.
eyes glanced towards the thing, he ultimately decided. "oh, fuck this." he turned his heels and ran.
ace continued running, knowing full well the thing was chasing him down, considering the heavy footsteps gaining up on him.
"how long is this damn hallway!?"
ace glanced behind him. his heart nearly stopped when he saw the thing only a few steps away, its hands reached out just waiting to grab him.
'is this how i'm gonna die? to a creature before even finding the prefect or the others?'
no. of course not.
a hand outstretched from the endless wall, grabbing his hand and pulling him through. ace's heart almost leaped out of his chest when that happened, and before he could react, the hands slapped over his mouths, rendering him speechless.
"shhh quiet! it will hear you!" the person whispered-yelled. ace widened his eyes once he got a better look at the person under the flashlight they held.
"p-prefect?" his voice was muffled under her hand.
the person in front of him now had a rather disheveled look. messy black hair with wisps of white framing her face, tired sea green eyes marred with dark eye bags hiding behind a pair of round glasses. ace also saw the beauty mark under her right eye, just barely hidden behind her hair. this was the real prefect.
"prefect, where—"
"you touched the mark on my wrist, didn't you?"
the prefect gave ace a hard glare, to which he gulped nervously.
"i already sent my absence note to the professors the day before, but the little monster just have to touch my wrist, now you guys too?"
"w-who's the 'little monster'? gr-"
he was interrupted yet again.
"don't, and i mean don't, say your or anyone's name here."
he wisely shut up. the prefect sighed, a hand fixed her glasses as another hand ran through her messy mop of hair. "this place, where we're in, is my dream. in here, people like me are called the dreamers. the glowing mark you saw acts as a key leading people into a dreamer's mind. and those people can't return to the real world only until a dreamer found them, because if you somehow die here, you disappear from the real world too."
"us dreamers have to find a series of things or people who had fallen into our dreams the... wrong way. i can't explain how or why it's wrong, it just is." the prefect turned to look at ace. "like my tasks now. it went from finding my earrings to finding you guys."
the prefect shook her head. "i think i've said enough. you have to return to the real world, right now. and when you do..."
her hard stare turned softer with concern as she gripped his shoulders. ace could feel her hands shaking. "please, never try to come get me like that, ever, again."
a beat of silence. ace nodded grimly.
"okay, prefect."
"good."
she let out another tired sigh. in this moment, the prefect seemed to have aged more than she ever was. she rubbed her tired eyes, looking back at ace with a serious gaze she always had on duty.
"when you return, inform the dorm leaders about our... situation. text them, call them if you must, no one can leave or enter ramshackle until i've found all of you. am i clear, ace of hearts?"
ace nodded again, this time more firmly. "yes, prefect."
"good, good." she lifted a hand to cover his eyes and chanted something under her breath. his eyes went all blurry again, and he closed his eyes.
ace woke up with a gasp. he scrambled to sit up as chills creeped down his back. he looked around, and surely, he was back at ramshackle.
he then noticed the rest of the first year gang was still unconscious, and he remembered what the prefect had told him. he quickly pulled out his phone to send riddle a text, then he waited.
they'd wake up soon. ace sat there, waiting for the next person to wake up.
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viilpstick · 3 months
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𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦: 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚, 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚. "Well, it's your fault! You are always so careless... Just be careful, please."
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antoinettedoodles · 2 months
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Hi!!💞💕💞💕 I really love your art😭😭😭
Can I ask you to come up with a baby for them please?🥺👉👈 My Shishio and Epel! Ofc, if it is comfortable for you!!💗💗💗
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Take care of your time~ I hope you have a wonderful day🥰🥰🥰
EYYYY HELLO, OYA— Nice to see Shioshio in my ask box 🤭 I was so excited to get into this because I had an amazing idea for ShiPel/EpeHio already- Hope you like it!
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Yuusona x Canon Character Child
Meet Kitsu!
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Shioshio x Epel Felmier
Personal Thoughts: O r a n g e
If Epel is an Apple, Kitsu is an orange, I dont make the rules and thus, made Kitsu everything orange like Papa Shio! And even chose a Japanese name for him! (Which literally means orange/tangerine), originally, I wanted Clementine but honestly, that can go to another ShiPel sibling (I know damn well Epel is gonna have a big family)
In terms of Dormitory, I cant decide whether I wanted Kitsu in Pomefiore or Heartslabyul but I like seeing him in red, so Heartslabyul it is!
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thegoldencontracts · 13 days
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Love And (Terrible) Cookery
Malleus laments to none other than his darling Zoe of how terrible Lilia is at cooking. Her reaction? Well... Even her kindness must give way to sheer amusement at some point
Notes: @dolliehina I hope I did Zoe justice bbg (malleus PLEASE step asideeee)
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It was a cold day, though Malleus didn't feel it. He was warm inside the peculiar dormitory of Ramshackle with his love, Zoe.
And there, to her, his darling, yes, he lamented the most gruesome of his troubles.
"Lilia's a terrible cook," he said. It was a grievous trouble, really. "His food is barely edible. I fear I shall pass of food poisoning soon, and- well, I can only hope you shall mourn me if that occurs."
Yes. He still remembered that grave battlefield in the bathroom; the way his insides plead with him for mercy, and yet were never answered. He could only mourn his stomach, yes, for though it had not died, nor had it ruptured, it had certainly lost a part of its non-existent soul.
Zoe covered her mouth for a second. Pity, perhaps?
But no, that wasn't it at all. It was laughter that bubbled up from her lips. Beautiful, yes, but certainly not what one would expect to hear.
"Is something funny?" he asked. She just nodded, still lost in her little fit of hysterical cackles.
"Y-Yes," she said, finally regaining her composure as she wiped a tear from her eye. "You."
Malleus felt his face heat up as he looked away with a huff. He was most certainly not being petulant, nor was he being childish.
"I don't understand what amuses you so greatly," he said, and she just burst into laughter once more.
After her laughter finally subsided enough to speak, she said, "Malleus, somehow you still manage to surprise me with how adorable you can be."
Malleus's top lip seemed to jut out even more.
"And you're pouting, now?" she said. "Worry not. Next time, I'll be sure to support you through these absolute horrors you're going through."
Her voice was light, teasing, and Malleus loathed to admit he rather enjoyed the attention.
"I'll simply have you pay you back, then," he said. "Would a kiss suffice?"
He immediately regretted those words. This was - as the humans would say - incredibly 'cringe', wasn't it?
The slight, nigh-imperceptible flush of her cheeks, however, told a different story.
"I-I suppose it would," she said.
"Then I'll be making a deposit now."
And so, Malleus planted a kiss on her cheek. The slight squeak he received was more than worth it- No, "worth it" was an odd way of phrasing it, as if kissing her was an endeavor rather than a reward in and of itself.
"Well then," Zoe said, after Malleus finally pulled away. "Do tell me on when you intend on claiming your reward."
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Zoe gulped at the noxious, likely poisonous dish that lied before her. She didn't wish to be rude, she really didn't but...
She understood what Malleus was talking about now.
"Lilia?" She asked.
"Yes?"
"I mean no offense, but did you truly intend to make an edible dish here, or is this a test of my poison resistance?"
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cakeheavenly999 · 3 months
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Read your first work, really liked it! I'd like to request Jamil with a gn reader who has their toungue and nipples pierced. Established relationship but not toxic. Jamil spent the whole day stressed without his s/o and drags them to his room as soon as he sees them. Cue intense makeout session. How far it escalates I'll leave to you, dear Cake Heavenly.
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jamil viper x gn!reader wc: 235 tags: making out/suggestive not beta read!
hi hi hi omg! im glad you liked my jmeal fic! i had fun writing it and i hope that everyone can appreciate jamil more. he needs more fanfics! i did my best with your request! oh! and please call me choco!
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jamil pulled roughly at your wrist. his grip firm as he pulled you through scarabia with clear intentions filled with desire. it was a sudden whirlwind of you being forced into jamils room. your body was pinned against the door, his breath inches away from your lips as he loosened his grip on your wrists. “ive been looking for you.” he whispered, capturing your lips in a feverish kiss. you gripped at his cinnamon colored arms as his large hands slid under your top. his fingers rubbed over the cool, circular studs while teasing your budding nipples. his lips meshed with yours, tongues colliding with the messy concoction of saliva mixing. the wet messy smacks of your lips meeting was dizzying. the way jamil pressed his body against yours. his hands palming at your chest and teasing your pierced nipples. how his tongue danced with yours, ignoring the way drool would slide down your chins; leaving the flesh shimmering in the light. he stopped for a breath, his chest heaving with yours as you both panted for air. “i wont let you go. i need you here with me.” he murmured and you smiled and lifted your hands to cup his cheeks. “i wont go anywhere.” you promised, giving him a quick peck. 
the pecks soon became messy kisses, and the day would melt into a heated night of jamil relieving stress with your help.
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