#i well tell you right fucking now if he somehow never overblotted he would have been fired from whatever job he ended up in bc of his-

[thehollowwriter]

I've witnessed first hand how fucking awful an overly controlling and manipulatuve mother can be.

It destroys your mental health. It makes you question your own worth and intelligence. It makes you unsure of who or what to believe. It makes you terrified of others perceiving you in anything but a positive light. And that's just mentally.

When people say Riddle's backstory was "tame" I want to strangle them because no, no it fucking wasn't. Just because she (supposedly) isn't beating him doesn't mean he has a "less bad" or "less tragic" childhood.

#quinn quips #riddle rosehearts #heartslabyul #twisted wonderland #riddle's mom is so abusive and terrible #just because she isn't said to harm riddle physically through hitting or whatnot doesn't mean his past is tame #she was literally starving him #she stunted his growth bc of how controlling she was of his diet #she destroyed riddle as a person and ruined any chances he had of interact with the outside world normalcy #*normally #i well tell you right fucking now if he somehow never overblotted he would have been fired from whatever job he ended up in bc of his- #behaviour #she is so damaging to his wellbeing #for those wondering my mom is similar to this to my sister just not over what she eats or her grades or her job

[hajimeshoe]

overblot squad with an MC/S/O who was done with life the second they entered twisted wonderland.

The no bullshit type who also instigates when in goofy moods. They don't smile often.

Anyone who threatens them... it kinda goes like "give me a reason... I dare you..." and s/o will fuck your life up if you physically harm them.

They have a resting bitch face, and they ALWAYS look angry or annoyed. A lot of people ask if they're upset.

When in contact with overblots, instead of trembling with fear, they act like they just got told to do chores as they started doing chores.

And when they deal with overblots in fights, they genuinely get annoyed when the overblot squad acts like they're the only ones dealing with that kind of stuff. (Literally looked at Jamil and told him he was a slave to people born richer than him just like everyone else)

A realist and pessimist at the same time.

Sleeps way more than Leona, and will not wake up until they feel like living. And their social meter is extremely low.

They eat a lot. Like- a lot. And they will sleep it all off

MBTI is an INTP to give you the rest of the context

Coolio! I'm an ISTP-T, which I found out while trying to figure out different MBTI personality types because I was hella confused. Also, We don't technically know who's overblotting from Diasomnia yet, right??? So I can leave my precious dragon boy out of this, right??? No? Well, it was worth a try *cries in not wanting to think about a Malleus overblot* -Sorry this took so long! I just moved and had no wi-fi until today

OB!Gang with INTP S/O

Riddle

Would honestly be frustrated

"You've broken fifteen of our 810 rules in less than an hour! How DARE you!"

He was apologetic after he overblot and stopped getting on your case for every dorm rule you broke.

No wonder you're friends with Ace and Deuce

Wants you to stop causing fights so badly

Like, why are you either causing fights or sleeping??? Are you secretly related to Leona???

"Wait, you told Jamil WHAT?"

Leona

Bro gets sick of you when you're awake at this point-

Like, he threatened to turn you to sand during his overblot and you just held out your hand with a sarcastic smile-

Honestly, though, he's glad you aren't opposed to his naps or sleep schedule, a lot of the time he'll also be willing to nap with you even if he's already had one

But if Ruggie wake's him up, then he's trying to wake you up too <3

Fairs fair, after all

He doesn't give a fuckk if you instigate fights, he'll watch it in amusement

Azul

You would get along with Floyd so damn well and Azul swears on what little of his sanity is left that you two are never meeting

Both of you would be causing fights together left and right-

He loves you, he does, but- OH FUCK THE TWEELS ARE HERE! Take a nap while he locks you in his office where you three can never meet, yeah?

He's also low-key wondering if you're Leona's secret sibling or something despite the fact that you're magicless

He'll let you sleep in his office when you need to

He also does everything in his power to try to get you to smile and gets a little insecure when he's unsuccessful

Azul just starts to have some self-doubts because "I'm their boyfriend, why can I never make them happy?"

However, cuddles and reassurances can fix this!

He did get a kick out of you looking at Jamil and telling him to get over it

Jamil

Jamil is just glad that you don't need 24/7 supervision

You won't burn down the house trying to cook, you won't somehow accidentally cut your arm off with a spoon and you can be left alone longer than a toddler without anything going to hell?

In this case, he practically considers you perfect with how often he's dealing with Kalim

Also, you were egging him on when he overblotted???

What's wrong with you? You have no magic-

Oh, wow...you won...

"Everyone's a slave to richer people, Jamil, get over it and eat a snickers or some shit!"

Okay, first of all, you're audacity-

Aaaand now he's stuck with you

"Isn't it supposed to be "You kidnapped me, I'm calling the cops?"

"Nope! You kidnapped me, so you clearly want to put up with my bullshit!"

The only actual issues he has is when he has to go drag you out of a fight or get you to stop hyping others into fighting for your entertainment

Then he just hypnotizes you and pulls you away while scolding you like some sort of child

Honestly looked up child leashes on the twst version of Amazon to see if they had a two pack (one for you and one for Kalim)

Vil

"Love, don't start fights, it's not beautiful at all", "My sweet potato, sleeping too much can be bad for your skin!", "SPUD! As much as I love you, if you do not cease this nonsense then so help me-"

All are common phrases from Vil when it comes to you ❤

Just tell me- how did he fall in love with you??? Like, you're a cross between Kingscholar and Epel and he is about ready to pull an evil queen on both of them some days

But he adores you despite your incorrigible habits that he tries to help you break

Don't expect to sleep in when dating Vil, though. Once he decides you've had enough? He's cursing your bed, pillows and blankets

All in the name of love, he swears!

Idia

Idia tries to get you to just stay in his room with him to stop you from getting into fights

He's respectful - lets you sleep for as long as you want

Although he get's a little loud when he plays video games sometimes

Ortho will honestly bother you more about your sleep schedule than him

Malleus

Confused dragon boi <3

He's a sweetheart and is confused as to why you're starting fights "Because it's fun"

Totally did not ask Sebek to accompany you during school hours in order to protect you, keep you awake during lectures, and keep you out of fights- definitely not, how rude of you to accuse him of that

he would never, Malleus is completely innocent!

"Malleus Draconia, I am TRYING to sleep so if you do not get your screaming cucumber from my bedroom then so help me nobody will be able to save his suicidal ass!"

Oh, you're pissed off now

Welp, time for him to go save Sebek from his (surprisingly dangerous) magicless Child of Man

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader

[britishassistant]

The Villainous Paranoiac Has Visitors

You’re a fool.

A blind, tunnel-visioned, desperate fool.

There’s no one you can blame for this mess but yourself.

You were moronic enough to think that a promise would’ve been enough to stop Grim from going after more overblot stones.

And now where are you?

Lying in a bed in the infirmary, bandages and gauze wrapped around you from your collarbone to your chin, because the one creature in this fucked up magic world that you were stupid enough to trust unconditionally tried to rip out your throat over a rock.

Your neck aches. You’re so tired it feels like you can barely even move. Your head is a weird weight of white noise, making it hard to think about anything other than your current predicament and how you should’ve seen it coming a mile away. How you should’ve stopped it.

Maybe—maybe it was because you’d made him hold out too long. Maybe that’s it. Maybe you were wrong to make him swear not to eat any more, and him lashing out at you over Vil-senpai’s stone was just-just temptation that had been pushed too far. Why weren’t you looking after him more closely anyway? You’re his supervisor, you’re supposed to make sure Grim doesn’t get into trouble, you should’ve noticed he was gone sooner. Then maybe this whole mess wouldn’t have happened. And it’s not like Grim wasn’t working hard to uphold your deal, you were the one who wasn’t meeting his efforts halfway. After all, he hadn’t eaten anything after Jamil-senpai’s overblot, had he?

...

Had he?

No stone ever turned up after Jamil-senpai’s overblot.

And you were so out of it that night, riding out the aftereffects of the overblot’s venom and the anti-venom warring in your system.

Grim could’ve easily left during the night and eaten it, and so long as you never asked, never pressed him about it, you’d have been none the wiser.

And you didn’t ask. You just trusted him.

You’re a fool. A pathetic, misguided, twisted, worthless fool.

Your family was right about you.

You would grind the heels of your hands into your eyes, but even lifting your arms towards your face feels like more effort than you can spare right now. Luckily it takes no effort to stare up at the ceiling and just hate yourself for your stupidity.

You’d have thought you would have learned that trusting people is an awful idea already. Hopefully this will finally get the message through your thick skull—

“Yuu?”

You tilt your head and blink up at Deuce. He grins, blindingly bright. “Guys, he’s awake!”

You weakly smile back, ruthlessly squashing the urge to correct him.

Epel pushes the divider back as he rounds it, pretty face worried. “Prefect, how are you feeling? Nurse Kamac said you lost a lot of blood.”

“M okay.” You mumble back, your tongue feeling thick and sluggish in your mouth.

“What the hell happened to you, Prefect?” Deuce moves to pull up a chair and sit down next to you, shooting you doubtful looks. “Was it an attack by another overblot or something? Some kind of monster? Did you get jumped by some punks from RSA?”

You wonder what you should tell them. You know that all you have to do is tell him the truth, say the word, and they’ll all be off after Grim like a group of hunting dogs, just like when you used to ask Ace and Deuce to help you catch him back at the start of the school year.

But Grim might get hurt. Or he might hurt them.

Can you put them through that?

Ace collides with the foot of the bed, interrupting your internal debate, eyes wide and panting. “Guys, bad news. Crewel’s outside asking for us, he looks pissed.”

Deuce and Epel stiffen in tandem, darting nervous glances towards the door like the potions and alchemy teacher will burst in at any moment. “What’d you do?!” Deuce hisses.

“How’d you know it wasn’t you, ass?!” Ace protests. “Seriously, we can’t keep him waiting! I think he’s even madder than the time Grim turned his coat pink and green.”

All four of you shudder collectively.

Epel grabs Deuce’s arm, squaring his shoulders. “We just gotta—need to see what Professor Crewel wants right? It may not even be us he’s piss—irritated at. Just gotta man up and face him.”

Deuce nods, even though he looks like he really, really doesn’t want to. He and Ace follow Epel away from your bed and towards the infirmary exit. You loll your head back onto your pillows and resume your staring at the ceiling.

“But Ace, no one’s...?”

“What the—?!”

There’s a bang as the infirmary doors slam shut.

You look over in time to see Ace slide a mop through the door handles, and drag a chair over to prop under them. He then points his magic pen at it all and a padlocked chain loops itself around the whole affair and clicks shut. You can hear Deuce and Epel hammering on the other side, demanding he open up.

“Ace?” You struggle to sit up, your throat aching. “What—”

“Shh, sh, easy, we gotta be quick.” He darts over you, helping you to sit up and pulling up the pillows behind you to lean back against. “Do you need me to get your shirt for you?”

“W-what?” Your brain is still struggling to catch up.

Ace gestures impatiently to your chest.

You look down.

Oh.

Oh.

You look back up at Ace, cold sweat drenching you.

Please no. Not him too.

Ace reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls something out—!

He holds up your binder. “Figured Kamac might not have let you keep it. It hurts your ribs, right?”

Wait. What?

“H-how...?” You stutter, fumbling with the buttons at your collar.

He shoots you a look. “I basically carried you back here from Dwarf Mines. It was easy to tell something was up when Kamac wouldn’t let me or Deuce stay in the room while you were getting patched up. Plus this was kinda dangling out your back pocket when you came out”

Well. That’s. That’s...

“Look are we doing this or not?!” Ace hisses, shooting a nervous glance back at the door where Deuce and Epel’s voices are being joined by others and growing louder. You think you hear Kalim-senpai’s twittering, Vil-senpai barking orders, and Jamil-senpai’s drawl.

You begin working on your buttons with newfound determination.

Ace helps you get your head through the top hole of the binder without pulling on the bandages around your neck too much.

You struggle your arms through the arm holes, and then shrug the hospital pajama shirt back on. He’s already done over half the buttons by the time you’ve recovered from your discombobulation.

“Feel okay? Not hurting your breathing or anything?” You nod, still disoriented. “Okay, let’s just get you back under the covers, and then I’ll let in the circus.”

There’s another metallic clang from the door and a cry of pain that sounds worryingly like Ashengrotto-senpai.

“W-why?” You rasp, an odd swooping feeling catapulting in your stomach, like you’ve just jumped off the bleachers again. “Why would you...?”

Ace heaves a sigh and gives you a look normally reserved for Deuce and Grim. “Because you’re my friend, you little dumbass. Getting something like this for you isn’t a big deal or anything.”

You gape at him so hard it feels like your eyes are burning.

Something inside you feels impossibly, uncontrollably warm.

Turns out getting a lump in your throat really hurts when you’re recovering from having it slashed open.

“Aw, jeez, what’s with the waterworks?!” Ace leans over you, ungloved hand swiping at the tears on your cheeks. “C’mon Yuu, if they get back in here and see you crying, you know Deuce’ll kill me.”

“Good. ‘S a-all your fault. I won’t f-forgive you until you give me a hug, you big jerk.” You sniffle, opening your arms and holding them out.

He huffs a laugh, before following your orders. “You’re a tyrant, ya know that? You’re as bad as Vil-senpai and Dorm Head Riddle.”

“I’m worse than they could ever be.” You mumble, hiding your burning eyes in his shoulder. “Don’t you forget it.”

“Oi, you better not be wiping your nose on my jacket!” He tries to shrug you off gently. He still hasn’t stopped hugging you though. “Get your snot and tears offa me!”

You cling onto him tighter, unable to stop giggling even as a few hysterical tears slip down your cheeks. “Suffer.”

“Tyrant.” He fakes an exasperated groan, but you can feel him chuckling along with you.

There’s not many things you can think of that would ruin this moment.

“King’s Roar.”

...Being bathed in sand as the doors to the infirmary disintegrate certainly wasn’t one you had in mind, though it does the trick well enough.

Lucky you had Ace hugging you to act as a human shield for the worst of it.

He sputters once the deluge has subsided, shaking his head and rudely dumping the excess sand into your lap. “Ugh, senpai, what the hell?! Would it have killed you to wait one minute?!”

“You take too long.” Leona-senpai shrugs, pocketing his magic pen again and sauntering in to stretch out on the empty bunk next to you. “These guys wouldn’t stop whining until I did something.”

Deuce rushes over to your bedside with Epel and Kalim close behind him, kneeling down next to you. “Prefect, are you okay?! What’d he do to you?!”

“His eyes are all red an’ swollen!” Epel points out before you can say anything. “Ace, you bas—”

“Epel.” Vil-senpai stalks in, looking much better since you last saw him at VDC. Healthier, somehow. “But yes, Potato #1, what exactly were you playing at, locking everyone out like that?”

Ace stammers under Vil-senpai’s cold glare, so you take pity on him, clearing your throat weakly. “Ace just didn’t want any witnesses to him fussing over me. He’s allergic to showing kindness, after all.”

For some reason, being able to say that and have Ace elbow you playfully makes you feel...buoyant, somehow.

Everyone stares at you. The weight of their disbelief is heavy.

Kalim places his hands over yours. “Yuu, you don’t have to be afraid to tell us the truth! You’re among friends here!”

“Oi!” Ace protests.

“Who’re you calling ‘friend’?” Leona-senpai interjects, because he’s still a huge bag of dicks.

Ashengrotto-senpai has his magic pen in its cane form and is leaning on it heavily, limping. “I wouldn’t worry Kalim-san. I’m sure whatever the Prefect experienced can’t be worse than having a cauldron drop on you.”

Deuce inches closer to hide behind you and Epel sheepishly.

“Technically Azul, it was rebounded onto you off the doors of the infirmary.” Jade-senpai interjects cheerfully, switching a bouquet from one hand to the other. “Though I’m sure Spade-san would be glad to reimburse us for damages through labor if necessary~”

Deuce lets out a squeak.

“Eeeeh~~ Crab-chan, were you doing something naaauughty with Shrimy all alone in here~?” Floyd-senpai drapes himself over Ace’s shoulders, arms looping around him. “No faaaaaiiir, I wanna play too~~”

Ace stiffens, face growing to match his hair as Floyd-senpai’s arms begin to tighten. “J-Jamil-senpai—!”

Jamil-senpai cruelly ignores him. “Kalim, make sure you’ve still got your magic pen when we leave. The Prefect might try to add to his collection.”

You shoot him a look. “When are you going to let that go?”

He sits on the end of your bed and smiles sweetly at you. “When you stop making a nuisance of yourself by sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, Prefect.”

You try to dissect that statement, then give up and settle for attempting to kick him off the bed. You only end up depositing more sand into your lap under the covers.

He laughs at you, because for all his talk about reputation, Jamil-senpai is also a huge bag of dicks.

The dust and sand irritates your nose and throat, making you cough hard. It’s not as bad as it was after Vil-senpai’s overblot, but you feel the warning tugs on your weakened lungs and torn throat. You gratefully accept the glass of water Epel hands you, gulping it down.

The sand around you gently shifts and seeps out from under and on top of your covers as you swallow, pooling into a large pile at your bedside.

Leona-senpai’s tail flickers as he tucks his magic pen back away and pretends to be sleeping again.

Deuce begins to fret over you, taking the empty cup from your hands and ineffectually trying to fluff your pillows. You let him hover as Ace rolls his eyes and playfully ribs at him for his mother-henning.

Jade-senpai places the bouquet in a small vase on the table next to you with Vil-senpai and Epel fussing over the arrangement every time Floyd-senpai delights in deliberately poking the flowers out of alignment.

Kalim-senpai promises to bring you a carpet next time, maybe even an elephant if you want, much to Jamil-senpai’s dismay. Ashengrotto-senpai begins trying to negotiate for even more presents.

Leona-senpai half-heartedly growls at everyone to shut up and let him sleep.

You’re a fool if you think trusting these people will turn out any better than trusting Grim did.

But somehow, you feel like you’d rather be a fool and enjoy the warmth blooming in your chest right now rather than anything else.

#my writing #twisted wonderland #twst #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #villainous paranoiac yuu #twisted wonderland grim #twst grim #ace trappola #twst ace #deuce spade #twst deuce #epel felmier #twst epel #leona kingscholar #twst leona #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #twst floyd #floyd leech #twst jade #jade leech #jamil viper #twst jamil #kalim al asim #twst kalim #binder #ace is a great friend 2k21 #tw: injury

[twsty-lav]

To all Yuus. What do you guys think is going on in NRC? Do you think it suspicious that only people who resemble the closest the Great Seven get overblotted? For example, Azul and Ursula, Jamil and Jafar, Leona and Scar. Do you think Crowley has something to do with it?

New info! on Magirl! Yuu

- Also known as Yukio Hasegawa. Hair turned pink after coming to TWST, much to their consternation. If only they had realized what it meant earlier...

- Cure-toku-sei to the rescue! Whee... 

- The ‘cutest’ Yuu. They do not like this in the slightest. Very strong, but only when transformed.

- Current biggest problem: “I feel like my skirt is getting shorter every time I transform... That’s just my imagination, right? Right?”

.

"Can we come out? Can we come out? I wanna be requested more!” 

“Be quiet, Yustine, Yulia is reading.”

“I should’ve walked into Leona again, Jesus Christ--” 

“...??? Haha, what.”

“Uh, guys... Guys... Guys? Oh, boy.”

“Everyone,” Yulia coughs, “It’s our first group ask, so we should be on our best behavior. We’ll answer this in order, understood?” 

“Yes ma’am,” four voices chorus obediently, figures straightening up. One of the shorter heads swivel back and forth in confusion, before sighing and copying the others.

“Alright, you first.” 

1. Quinn Yu (LB!Yuu)

“Oh yeah, it’s super weird, isn’t it?” Quinn nods, ticking off their fingers, “Honestly, I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be Vil, Idia, and then Malleus next. Kalim seems like the only outlier, since he was based off of... I don’t actually know who he was based off of?” They frown. “I never really watched Disney movies, sorry.”

“As for Mr. Crowley... I mean... I don’t know? Is he supposed to be suspicious? He doesn’t seem like a bad guy, other than never giving me a paycheck.” A grumble, “But he’s basically paying for my tuition, so I guess I can’t really complain. I just wish he’d let me sleep in... But I like him, personally. He could’ve just kicked me out, right? I don’t really know enough about him, either. So yeah.” 

“Psst... Yuuya, what’d they say?” 

“How the hell should I know? Go bug someone else, damnit.”

“Jeez, somebody’s grumpy...” 

2. Yustine Gibson (Protag!Yuu)

“Huh? Headmaster? A bad guy? No way!” Yustine shakes their head furiously, bouncing up and down in protest, “He’s nice, isn’t he? He said so himself, and that would make him a liar! He seems like a cool dude... Even if he is a little irresponsible, or somethin’. Are you sure you’re not watching too many conspiracy videos? If anything, I’d be more scared of Mr. Trein... His cat doesn’t like me, either...” :(

(Yukio sighs. “That’s because you nearly strangled him when you got too excited...”)

They stick out a tongue childishly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! Anyways, about the overblots... I think...”

A dramatic pause.

“I never actually noticed! So... I have no idea, yep!” 

3. Yuuya Hibiki (NoRES!Yuu)

"Ugh... Look, I don’t even care anymore. Crowley hasn’t chucked me off a building yet, so you know what? That’s more than what Ruggie can say, right? So he’s literally whatever in my book. If he is behind the Overblots, though... UuuuUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH--” Yuuya groans. 

...

...

They’re still going.

...

“...GHHH--Jesus Christ, give me a fuckin’ break, man. Am I really gonna have to deal with Tsunotarou? I can feel the fucking sparks comin’ off of him from twenty feet away.” Yuuya whines, “Just let the earth consume me already, damnit.” 

4. Yulia (Mama!Yuu)

“Unfortunately,” she tilts her head, “I do not actually know what you mean. Are those that overblot similar to the Great Seven, somehow? In disposition, perhaps? I will look into this matter on my own, later.”

“As for Mr. Crowley...” Yulia smiles. “Well, I can’t say that I’ve ever liked him very much, not with that mask of his. But I will reserve my judgement, for now. If he does turn out to be at the head of some scheme, then... I simply will do that which is necessary.”

Quinn shivers. “... Scary...” 

5. Yuel (Yancheck! Yuu)

Yuel blinks lazily, rolling over to look at you with a shrug. “Uh, the overblots? I mean, I guess. I thought it was more of a curse, or something... Maybe it’s like, the forbidden snack of house positions. I dunno. I never felt like Crowley had anythin’ directly to do with it, though. From what I could tell, everybody was gonna snap sooner or later. It’s a dysfunction junction all up in there.” 

“Honestly though... Even if he was behind it all, what’m I gonna do about it? ‘S no use worrying about that, don’tcha think?” They wave off the concern with a relaxed shake of their hand. “I’ll just deal with it my own way, yup. ‘Sides, it’s not like the OB’s did any real harm... Except maybe to his own bank account. Have you seen the structural damage? Looked like a pain...” 

(“Not like the OB’s did any real harm? Oh, I’ll show you real harm, asshat--”

“Yuuya, no.”)

6. Yukio Hasegawa (Magirl! Yuu)

Yukio winces, fiddling with their hair. “Um... Am I allowed to speak bad about Mr. Headmaster? It feels kind of wrong. But yeah, I agree! It’s a little suspicious, isn’t it?” They whisper, glancing over their shoulder as if Crowley would pop up behind them, “Like.. Aren’t Overblots supposed to be a rare thing? And everyone lines up so perfectly with the ‘Great Seven,’ or whatever! It’s like the Disney gods meant for it to happen! I don’t like it.” “And what am I gonna do if Leona gets mad at me?! He’s been getting really grumpy about the skirt thing, lately!” They shiver, “It’s not like I wanna be doing this, either! Ah, I want the pens to summon Ace and Deuce more... Maybe I should handcuff them to me... Ugh...” 

Extra: Gail

He blinks. “There’s been more overblots? I thought it was just Riddle.”

Pomefiore Student A facepalms.

#yuuniverse #oc interaction #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst yuu #yuu/mc #no res au #twst language barrier au #promised twstland au #pretty twst au #protag!yuu #yandere vibe check au #dire crowley #twst crowley #overblot

[yan-twst]

Can we get some yan Jamil's reactions once he finds out (either on his own or mc reluctantly tells him) that mc isn't from this world and will inevitably have go back? I'm okay with either headcannons or scenario. I feel like some desperate begging would happen especially since he's so emotionally repressed that once he finds someone he likes, it'll be hard for him to let go. Also congrats on reaching 1000 followers!! ✧\(>o<)ﾉ✧

warnings: general yandere content

a/n: for extra angst i’m making this an AU where the mc WILL return home, like their time is limited and one day POOF they’re back in their world, just so jamil can’t stop them via kidnapping lol

jamil viper

he’s always known his crush isn’t from here; sure, there’s those who don’t have magic, but they’re different. sure, even here there’s those who cannot usre magic- but they come from a world void of it, noticeable with how surprised they seem each time they look at basic displays of magic

he’d never really paid much attention to it. he’d gotten quite good at controlling himself around them, really; everytime they hung out with him he suppressed the urge to just look into their eyes and make them obey his every word, suppressed the urge to steal the little tidbits they sometimes left laying around to keep for himself

jamil knows it’s not just a crush. no, it’s something past that; what he feels is fucked up, he wants to keep them tied up in his room, wants to have their smile only for him, their attention on him only- it’s frankly almost scary, but he holds back, for now

slowly, he can tell his darling is getting creeped out he can’t help it- they notice him staring. he stops holding back on taking their trinkets, and they notice how things like their lipgloss or their pens going missing whenever jamil is around

they’re anxious around him and jamil can’t say he likes it. well- he does like how they shrink in his presence, how they look so jumpy, like they’re scared of him, it makes him feel powerful. but at the same time it enrages and hurts him. he wants affection. he wants to be loved in the same way he loves them.

the snapping point is when they awkwardly tell him that “they can’t return his feelings because they have to go home one day”. jamil doesn’t care if it’s true or if it’s an excuse to try and get away from him- his usual rational attitude is thrown aside

they’re going to leave him? after all he’s done? don’t they know how hard he works for them? how much effort he puts into not just hypnotizing them into being his perfect little toy?

it’s a flash of his true colors, akin to the days after his overblot when he showed his true personality. it’s as if his grip on reality is slipping, every nerve on his body in alert; why are they leaving? is he not enough? is being with a servant that bad?! it’s because he’s not powerful or rich, isn’t it?! if he were kalim, they’d stay, wouldn’t they?!

his outburst is terrifying, enough so to make his darling try to run away. oh sure, they’d been wary of him ever since they noticed his stalking; but jamil had always been a stable, stoic and cool dude nevertheless. but the jamil they’re seeing right now is nothing like that- he’s frantic, screaming, almost as if he’s someone else entirely

he screams and cries- begs, even, clutching their shoulders. there’s no reasoning with him, really. it’s a miracle he’d held onto his sanity for so long- the pressure from his job, the threat that if he fucked up something terrible might befall his family, having to pretend to be inferior to another for so long, the obsession he’d been trying to repress, the longing for someone to call his own, to finally be seen as his own person rather than kalim’s servant- it’s all coming out at once, brought about by this situation

they don’t get to run. try as they might to explain, jamil simply isn’t in the state of mind to be rationalized with. it’s a matter of seconds before he’s used his unique magic on them, making them swear they’ll stay by his side

of course, he calms down eventually, laying in his room with his now so docile and lovely darling in his arms, caressing their hair. it isn’t up to them to return or not, that’s what they said; now that he isn’t having a breakdown he can understand it, but that doesn’t mean he likes it

he’s kidnapped them, essentially. jamil doesn’t need much effort to keep them under his magic- he can chain them up to the room and place a silencing charm to avoid any noises and leave them there while he goes to class, and then charm them the second he gets back. it’s efficient, and perhaps more importantly, it lets him be in control

more often than not, he’ll just bury his head in their chest and beg them to stay. of course, in their hypnotized state, all they can repeat is “of course, jamil, i love you, jamil, i’ll be here forever” over and over again, lines he himself had ordered them to say for his own comfort

it’s a poor delusion- telling himself that if he makes himself and makes them believe it, he can stop the inevitable. they don’t belong in this world, and they’ll be taken back to where they belong. their time here is limited. jamil doesn’t want to believe it; he seems to be punishing his own darling for their fate, chaining them to the room as if metal could stop them from disappearing, buying seals and charms as if any magic he could do could somehow prevent their return (even when he knows not even the headmaster could control it). it’s all he can do, really: finally, he has someone he trusts, someone who he loves, someone to give him the love and attention he’s secretly desired all his life, how is he supposed to accept the fact they’ll leave no matter what...?

#yandere tw #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #jamil viper #Anonymous

[sassaetcie]

The Ashes of the Oven : Silver x Idia as a play with Lilia as the main actor - 3 (end)

yeaaaah i’ve over ;_;

                                                     Scene VII

LILIA: So, Silver rather than my child, will you save your, if not own prince, beloved?

SILVER: You have to take responsibilities, don't you? I'm at loss of words that could express how much I want to scream and punch you, as much as I... respect you.

TREY: Well, better do like everyone else and wait for Idia to... calm down before punching this...  asshole. Especially since Mr Vargas is getting everyone out to fetch the staff...

CATER: Which means we have either until they get back or just to hold the place until they get back, eeeh~.

TREY: That's the spirit, haha.

LILIA: So, Silver, will you join our cause? Idia seems rather wrathful. Who knows when will he unleash his anguish and despair?

SILVER: Why do you act as if you were the good one when you're the fucking reason he lost it in the first place? But yes... I guess it's not... like I have any other option.

IDIA: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to change anything. It's no use... I'm cursed. This whole family is cursed, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'M SORRY. Did you lose a lot of time because of me? Did you feel bad because of me? Did you lie to me because you pitied me? Out of kindness, I guess. You're too pure but you could never like someone like me, right? Or maybe I'm not that bad. But I'm a SHROUD. You see? The blue flames won't stop. They won't stop. There's no water that can help them. No water can help me. I'm just flames. Flames are just me. Oh, you know what? Flames are just flames. This is just a fucking crown. Just a fucking crown.

SILVER: Hey... don't say that. Come on. You can cool them down, I know that. You can...

IDIA: Just go away. You don't need me. No one should need me, actually, right? I'm just a curse. There's no such thing as "Idia Shroud". There is Idia. And there is the Shroud. That's fucking all. Just go away. I can keep on dreaming. I can keep on dreaming. I can keep on dreaming. I can keep on dreaming. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away.

LILIA: Sir Idia, please think about it. Silver did not reject you, did he? Do not think too much about it, there is no such thing as a curse as long as you can think by yourself. There is, no such thing as Fortune or Curses. There may be some kind of Fate, but this is the Fortune and Curses entertwined of Pain.

IDIA: Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up! Who are you, huuuuuuh? Do you think you can withstand what I'm going through and saying "hey there's no such thing as a curse"? Shut the fuck up! You know fucking nothing! You kept on using flames. But Trey told you, right? He did TELL YOU? That flames hurt me. I hate them so much. People always told me that my hair was weird. I should have drown myself. Maybe they would have shut the fuck up. I'm sorry, Silver. I'm so sorry. I want to fucking kill your father. I'm sorry. It's his fault, right? I could have kept on DAYDREAMING. But I didn't... I couldn't... Because of him. That's your fault. I mean, it's not my fault if I kill you, right? That's not my fault, right? Right?

TREY: Hey, Idia... it's okay. We can talk about it, okay? We can also punch Lilia, if you want to. Because he really acted... not like a 3rd year should.

CATER: Yes! Please tell us something you want to do, Idia. We can do it together, really~! Everything's going to be alright... I swear~!

IDIA: Shut up. Shut up. Silver, go away. The flames want to swallow. I'm tired.

CATER: Think of Ortho, Idia! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be mean! But think of Ortho, he won't be happy if he sees you like this...~!

IDIA: Eeeeeh? Guiltripping me? You're fucking pathetic. I'm better at guiltripping myself than you'll ever be, fucker.

TREY: Cater! Dodge!

CATER: Eeeeh! The flames are surrounding us, now?!

TREY: F... lip! I'm the only one who uses water instead of ice...

LILIA: Do not fear, young ones. If it were to get dangerous, I shall make these flames disappear, but I cannot tell how exactly will it end.

CATER: "Dangerous"?! We're surrounded by flames and Idia has lost it?!

IDIA: You're right, it's going to take too much time... I shouldn't rely on these flames... These cables should be good.

CATER: Lilia pleaaaaaase~!!!! He's trying to squeeze us with cables!!

TREY: Squeeze? More like choking.

CATER: PLEASE DON'T GO ON MAKING THE SITUATION WORSE, TRIEEEEE~!

SILVER: Watch OUT!

                                                       Scene VIII

SILVER: Is everyone alright?

TREY: Well, somehow... yes.

CATER: Y-yeah, as alright as someone who is currently under death threats can be! Tehehe~! I'm fucking going to cry.

SILVER: Save your tears for later... The cables are at it again. Care to use your unique magic, Cater?

CATER: Yes! I can do that at least, I guess~. Want me to run until his cables wrap him up or something?

TREY: It won't work. Pretty sure Idia will...

IDIA: THINKING I'M SO LOW-RANK BOSS? I WON'T GET CAUGHT BY SOMETHING THAT CLICHE!

TREY: Hey, Cater, are you alright?!

LILIA: Well, these cables sure look... harmful indeed.

SILVER: Cater, you're still in it? Or should I slap you?

CATER: I'm going to use it, okay? Just make sure I-I don't get whipped again... It hurts... and I don't want my pretty face to be ruined eeeeeh~!

SILVER: Care to give me a sword, old man? I'm not sure my magic will be enough... I'd rather have something I can attack with while protecting myself.

LILIA: Of course, my child, of course. This sword might as well be the only needle of the Compass we have been seeking all of these years. I am fairly certain the blade will reach him better than flickering butterflies of a magic he knows too well for sure. Take this sword, my child.

TREY: Wait, is your unique magic to make items appear out of nowhere...?

LILIA: Fufufu. Who can tell? Now, go and fly, my child. Break down Fortune and Curses.

CATER: I'm ready to go!

TREY: Can I help with something?

LILIA: Well, pray extinguish these flames before they make us suffocate.

TREY: Didn't you say something about

LILIA: Absolutely nothing! I am but an innocent young man, ain't I? I may overwork myself by using that much magic after summoning something...

TREY: Alright, alright... I swear you'll owe us a lot, Lilia... haha...

IDIA: OH? Multiplying even when I told you that you won't get me like some kind of cheap boss? Keep on insulting me, come on! That'll only make me right in killing you! Are these flames protecting me in the end? Ahaha...

SILVER: Idia, I don't want to hurt you.

IDIA: You think I do? You really think I would like to hurt you after spending so much time pining over you and thinking of you holding my hand and telling me I wasn't just a pack of cursed flames fated to repeat my parents' stupidity and greed and just being a fucking bastard? You really think so?

SILVER: No! I'm sure you don't want to hurt me... either. But I want to make sure you understand me. Because it's so hard for both of us to understand what's going on in the other's head, right? So I'll be clear with you. I love you. I care about you.

IDIA: Hahaha! So do I, so do I!

CATER: Am I just going to keep on running the whole day while these two live a sweet love story~?!

LILIA: Pray keep on running, young one. I will foster some little things to help you... live more comfortably after this.

CATER: You better! His cables sure are getting faster and faster...!

SILVER: Idia! Listen to me. I don't think that... your flames are ugly or unsightly or harmful in the end. I've already told you, right? I think your flames... are not true flames.

IDIA: OF COURSE THEY ARE TRUE FLAMES! YOU CAN SEE THEM ON THE VERGE OF BURNING EVERYONE! JUST STOP LYING TO ME LIKE THIS AHAHAHA... haha...

SILVER: No! I mean it...! Your flames feel warm but never too hot... they just... feel as if I were... at home!

IDIA: At home?! YOU DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE! AT LEAST TRY TO HAVE SOME GOOD LIES! No... You're too pure for that, right? You're too pitch perfect... Please just go away. You don't... have to save me, you know? You'll lose time. Whatever! Whatever! Whatever... Whatever.

SILVER: I think that these flames dont have to be Shroud. They just can be ashes from true flames, you know? I don't know if it makes sense, but... you can understand, right? You're not the flames anymore. You're the ashes of the oven.

IDIA: The ashes of the

LILIA: Silver! Free him!

IDIA: Oh so it really was... you were possessed too all along, huh? FINE! I'll just... I'll just free you as well! All of you can burn but first... I'll make sure no one can do to you what my parents did to me!

SILVER: Yes... Give me all of these cables... they aren't you!

                                                      Scene IX

IDIA: What the

SILVER: Why do you think the old man dared to say something like this when I was being honest?! I cut all of these cables that you think could kill me as one!

IDIA: So you did plan to harm me. Haha. Hahahahahahahahaah... I... why? Why? I... Why would you? Hahahahahahaahhahaahaha...!

SILVER: Your flames are the ashes of the oven. Because Idia Shroud is not made of red, orange, yellow flames. Look, I can even touch them.

IDIA: Don't! DON'T! I don't want you... to! It'll hurt you?! It's a curse...!

SILVER: Look. Lilia, Cater and Trey can go through them too. Want to see?

IDIA: Don't go... Don't go through them! Please...

SILVER: I thought you wanted to kill us...

IDIA: I just... I'm just tired, fuck... I don't even have enough energy to keep on being angry. Guess that's what I get for spending all of my perks in intellect, lol. Twas unfair to fight me with 3 people and 1²... like what the fuck did you expect, pfff...

LILIA: Silver, reach out to him, if you will. He is about to collapse, very likely.

SILVER: Is that so?

IDIA: C'm'on I can still stand... I know everyone thinks I'm a wimp or whatever but dancing games truly built my stamina, 'k?

TREY: Don't push yourself too much, though... You've just... overblotted, you know...? And just went back to your senses as if nothing happened.

LILIA: Well, as much as you try to hide again your weaknesses, you will fall now.

IDIA: Hey, what the

SILVER: Yep, just in my arms. As expected.

CATER: Heeeey~... Did everything go as planned? Idia looks all blushy in Silver's arms~. All's well that ends well, I guess?

LILIA: Indeed, indeed, everything went as planned, or at least, the best ending did happened.

TREY: I don't mean to be condescending even as a third year, but maybe you shouldn't say these... kind of things in front of all of us for a while, you know...? Just saying that as a... friend.

SILVER: Please, old... Lilia. Do not speak for a while.

LILIA: Oh? Is it possible that you are furious?

SILVER: I still want to punch you several times for what you've done to Idia.

LILIA: Mhhh... Even though you do know it would bring quite the trouble upon both you and Idia if it were to happen.

TREY: I think most of us really want to punch you, actually.

CATER: Yup~! I'm sure even Idia wants to slap Lilie right now~.

IDIA: Would throw a fucking flare his way.

LILIA: Well, it is my duty as an adult... no, as a young blooming man, to apologize for my mistakes and lurking patronage. I wholeheartdly bow and ask for your pardon, for I have been too arrogant. It is my duty to acknowledge my own mistake, and beware of my own failure. For a healthy future, without any ghastly, ghostly, Compass. Pray ask me something, I will try to make for my hasty decision.

TREY: We'll discuss this over a cake and fine cutlery, okay? We'll be at peace a bit, and we should be able to spend a long time around the cake.

CATER: Yeaah~ Let's do as Trie tells us to~! He's so good to solve problems when they already happened, ehe~.

TREY: I'm trying to learn, yeah...

LILIA: Good! It is quite the good thing, young lad! Never stop learning, even when it comes to food. Those rotten foods are not that bad once you are used to it.

IDIA: I'd rather not eat them, thaaaaanks... Oh... wait. WAIT. DID THE WHOLE CLASS SEE ME GOING APESHIT AND ALL???

Cater: Yes they did~! But don't worry, they ran off immediatly. Nobody has taken a pic of you, even I. Didn't have the time anyway~.

IDIA: Ehh... Nice, I guess... Could have been worse... Neutral end, I guess, heh...

TREY: Hmm, Cater, can you come with me? Let's prepare the cake and all for our little... conversation with Lilia.

CATER: Yee~ I'm following you~!

LILIA: I will be on my way to clean the mess I have quite triggered in the coliseum. Pray take your time to join Cater and Trey... or run if you want. You have quite the free will, don't you?

Cater, Trey and Lilia leave.

SILVER: So... everything's alright, now? I hope you do feel better?

IDIA: Yeah, kinda. You h-h-hold me... dearly... kinda? You know? Not like I'm some kind of careful-to-handle-item nor just... a friend. There's a mix of both, y'know?

SILVER: Well, you are the soft ashes of the hearthfire I can sleep by.

IDIA: Huuuuh! That's like!!! Such a flirty and cool but dumb line?! How can you say something like that and not even blink... Would like to say you're a NPC but... Didn't really expect you to save me... IRL. Guess that the Higurashi choice in Minagoroshi with no incidence really was the same... Sometimes it's not just up to me to chose what's going, and yet other people can reallyyyy act on their own, huh?

SILVER: Mhhh mh.

                                                     Scene X

LILIA: Well, here I am bowing for you, whether you are my young lads, or young lads of somewhere else, far away perhaps, if this Word holds any meaning. Am I lying? Have I lied? I do not know. For, what is a lie, what is the truth? Well, quite the simple answer, in the end. But the world might be bigger, and might not be the World. No Compass can guide us on its own... It might exist, perhaps broken. No direction can be named, the name cannot be named, the named cannot be name. Then maybe we, you, them, have to repair, fix, help it. Holding hands until they reach the Compass. For, it is quite easy to destroy oneself. Few attain serenity, but I pray you will if the path of the hermit suits you. After all, it may be worse for some to be surrounded. However, pray, never forget that, if you want to be to around to seek warm and truth, or if you want to meditate for your own warm and truth, you will reach the Compass equally. Probably, fufu. Words may be lies, lies may be words, and both may hide what you seek, but deep down, you will know if you can keep on going. Fortune is a huge lie too, don't you think so? How much events lead to such a limited pattern of choices for you? Political choices made thousand of years made this "Fortune" true. But even while knowing this I, still have to work, young one. Do not worry. Wars did not make me give up, but indeed I may be seeking entertainement and forgettance from a peaceful world. I know that for sure. I am not the only one acting, playing, breathing. And you are, not alone on your path, either.

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