#idia honey i beg you

[utoveria]

Even in a serious moment he just can't stop lmao

#idia honey i beg you #lmaoooo #the only way he knows how to communicate #i cant with him #twst #twisted wonderland #twst masquerade #twst jade #idia shroud

[the-travelling-bitch]

i demand an explanation-

act fool act fool act fool act fool

ahem, just imagine…

a deep, melodic voice, brushing right against your ear as his warm breath fans the side of your cheek; he pulls back as you lower your head in embarrassment at the heat flushing your face just from his words alone but he’s not having any of it

with two fingers under your chin he’s tilting your head up to meet his gaze, entrancing eyes swirling with something darker as his other hand on the small of your back pulls you flush against him, letting you feel the bulge in his pants

“you’ll be good for me, won’t you, doll?”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… zhongli, al-haitham, kaeya, draken, osamu, semi, lucifer, malleus

he’s teasing, you know he is, but there’s not much you can do about it; no, not when he has you sat between his legs with your knees hooked over his thighs as his fingers flutter over your skin, dangerously close to where you need him most but never. quite. there.

this is how it has been all day; a fleeting touch here, an amused whisper in your ear there and your thoughts were spiralling out of control just like that, getting more lewd the more you tried to fight them off

and you also know he’s enjoying this, riling you up and acting coy about it later on, biding his time until you give up and give in, begging him to do something; his chuckle vibrates against your back, enough to make you whine out for him again before his fingers finally run through your soaked slit to collect your arousal

“look at you, so worked up all because of a few words? tell me what’s been running through that pretty head of yours~”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… childe, bachira, reo, asmo, belphie, solomon, koko, hanma, ran, suna, oikawa, mattsun, jamil, leona, lilia, ace

soft praise is rolling off his tongue like honey, clouding your head and slowing your thoughts; not that you’d need to think much anyway right now, all that mattered was the feeling of plush lips on yours, biting down on your bottom lip gently before he pulls back, so you can catch your breath

his knuckles brush over the bones of your cheeks and you lean into his touch, basking in the comfort of his warm and familiar embrace; attentive eyes study your features as if he saw them for the first time, drawn to the movement of his thumb swiping across your kiss-swollen mouth

“you’re the prettiest sight i’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. truly, nothing could ever compare”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… kazuha, diluc, thoma, satan, barbatos, simeon, akaashi, kita, chigiri, isagi, inui, mitsuya, riddle, trey, jade, vil, silver

somewhere in the back of your head you wonder if he ever shuts up; he’s been running his mouth since your innocent kiss evolved into something a little friskier, tongues tangling together and your hand gripping his hair tightly

his babbling turned more incoherent the second his hips bucked against yours, in desperate search for friction to relieve the tension building in his stomach; how could you not give him what he wants when the roll of your hips forces a whimper as pretty as this from his throat?

“fuck, you always feel so good, baby; you’ll let me make you feel good to, right?”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… mammon, levi, gorou, hinata, shinichiro, takemitchi, ruggie, idia, kalim

he’s so mean, downright cruel, words not even teasing anymore but already mocking you in that condescending tone; he knows you love it that way though and he’s holding that fact over your head, making white hot shame burn through your veins

as if your sweet whimpers aren’t evidence enough, the clenching of your cunt around him certainly is; with one hand around your throat he’s making sure your looking right at him while he’s making you agree with the lewdest of statements

“what’s with the tears, sweetheart? i thought you liked being used like my personal little cock sleeve? so be good and take what i give you”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… scara, pantalone, sae, kaiser, futakuchi, izana, floyd

stoic and expression unreadable, a few deep grunts and groans are what you mostly get to hear, his actions doing most of the talking instead, big hands splayed on your hips and pulling you back down onto him with every thrust

but then again, his mouth practically moves on his own when you keep whimpering his name, pulling him back in with every flutter of your walls; you don’t think he even knows he’s talking to you, doesn’t even consciously try to make you melt under his touch more; the bluntness of his words is what has your head spinning, the genuine way he merely describes what he sees and feels when he’s got you spread so nicely for him

“this is the spot, isn’t it? can feel your cunt clench, ‘s real tight around me right now, you’re making it so hard to move”

˗ˏˋ– i’m thinking… xiao, nagi, rin, kunigami, beelzebub, rindou, sakusa, iwaizumi

wow, i got way off track, what were we talking about again—

obviously, no character is solely in one category only but these were my initial thoughts, i’ll see myself out now (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

#˗ˏˋ– signed by holly #˗ˏˋ– meet & greet #˗ˏˋ– fan mail from mei ♡ #jsjsisjsb #i have no excuse #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #obey me x reader #obey me smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland smut #minors dni

[ooffies]

PLEASE. THIRD YEARS WITH A THICC GIRL. MAKE IT SPICY *WINK WINK*

I am insane. I belong in the trenches for this one. Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!

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Gimme All Your Love!

❥─➤ Characters: Trey, Cater, Leona, Rook, Vil, Idia, Lilia & Malleus x midsized/thick fem!reader (separate)

❥─➤ warnings: SMUT (18+) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. masturbation (Cater), creampie, unprotected sex, oral, breeding kink (Malleus and Leona), semi-public sex (Lilia and Trey), being horny lol (Idia and Cater), mirror sex (Rook), teasing, not proof read & kinda cringe ngl (there is a lot so please let me know if I missed anything!)

Trey Clover

Always loved a thick girl. Trey has always known his type and that he prefers them thick. He’s always so gentle and caring when he’s fucking you raw. Loves doing it doggy style so he can see your ass jiggle as he rams his cock into you. If you haven’t guessed Trey loves your ass, he’ll grope it, smack it, leave bruises, bites and red hand marks all over it. But as much he loves teasing you (also being a lowkey sadist tbh) Trey is still very gentle with you when you two are being intimate. His large hands will hold you softly and his lips gently trailing kisses on the most sensitive parts of your body. His hands roaming every inch of your soft body. Trey knows exactly what to do to make you feel good and he knows exactly were and how to touch you. He will always ask if you’re feeling comfortable and if the pace is good. Trey is there to pleasure you and make you feel good (also to stuff you with is cock but he’ll never out right say that). A lot of praise with him too, he can’t name one negative thing about your body, he loves it all. 

You felt so warm around him, your ass giving him the greatest view as he fucked you from behind. He felt a smile tug at his lips as he moved his hands lower on your soft hips. “Are you feeling alright babe?” he asked, adding an almost innocent yet teasing tone to his voice. He laughed a bit when all you could reply with was a moan. He leaned down, without breaking his pace, a placed a quick kiss on the back of your neck. Your breasts were squished against the cold kitchen counter, a sight that Trey really liked to see. It was in the late hours of the night, yours and his midnight baking session had turned from sweet to spicy. Not the he minded though, he’ll take any excuse to fuck you. His tone now soft and sweet like honey he said, “Let me know if I’m being to rough love. You doing so well, I’m almost done” Once again all he heard was you moan but this time it was his name. This inspired to him to go faster, putting in a few rough final thrust before he released in you. He slowly turned you to faced him, placing a sweet kiss to your cheek and lifting you in his arms, “Let me clean you up babe, the tarts can wait”

Cater Diamond

Horny ass number one. Curvy girls make his junk twitch. On his motherfucking knees for you. Let him smother his face in your titties. Daydreams about you and your body 24/7. A single dirty thought about you makes him instantly hard. Probably jerks off to you like 3 times a day. He’s so weak for you it’s kinda pathetic but in the most babygirl way possible. He’s really fucking noisy everytime y’all fuck, moaning and whimpering your name as he holds onto your thighs for dear life. Loves giving you hickeys but if you give them to him, he’ll be a mess in your arms. Even though doesn’t mean he won’t fuck you like his life depends on it. 

He felt his dick harden against his pants. God all you did was sit on his lap and now here is, bricked up and begging for you to fuck him. Well he wasn’t begging out loud, it was more like he was pleading with his eyes. But he knew you couldn’t because Trey has asked you to help him out with the preparations for the next unbirthday party. He watched you leave with Trey, cursing himself for being so easily turned on by you. He grunted as he locked the door to his room and fumbled with his belt buckle at the same time. He wasted no time whipping his dick out and thinking about you. Your thighs, ass, tits, tummy were all so beautiful. The way your tits bounced up and down the last time he fucked you, the way you moan his name, oh god-. Just as he finished he heard the sound of the door creak open. Apparently his mutli tasking didn’t work. There you stood, staring at him with your eyebrow cocked up, this wasn’t the first time this has happened. “Hey baby….” He said with an awkward smile, not even removing his hands from his dick, “Um.. would you mind helping me out..?” You sighed, letting out a little laugh while giving him a small head shake in a playful disappointed manner. You made sure to lock the door properly this time before making your way over to him. He smiled, he knew you couldn’t say no to him.

Leona Kingscholar

Who doesn’t love a thick woman? Your soft, comfortable and your hips serve as the perfect handles when he pounds you. Loves, loves, loves leaving bite marks all over your body. Your boobs, tummy, thighs and neck will be covered in hickeys when he’s done with you. Also don’t forget the scratch marks, your back, hips and thighs will be covered in them. Leona has the most energy you’ve ever seen him have when he fucks you. He goes wild when fucking you and doesn’t hold back at all. Good luck walking the next day. But….that doesn’t mean he won’t be a total needy, whiney bottom if he feels like it. If he isn’t coming on you, he is coming on you. Especially your thighs and tummy. Borderline breeding kink but not as bad as Malleus. Once he’s done with you he will immediately fall asleep, using you as a pillow and taking extreme comfort in your softness.

Your hips snapped against his violently, one of his palms digging deep into your plush hips as the other covered the whimpers coming out of his mouth. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he tried to stifle his moans more, looking at you smirking above him. He has been at the top just a few moments and now he’s a whiney mess under you. Only you can do that to him. His hair was a mess, he had drool coming from the corner of his mouth and god did he feel pathetic. But he absolutely loved it. His second flew to cover his mouth as you started picking up the pace. The tears started to stream down his face. You made him feel so good. He finally cummed, feeling all the energy he had before drained from his body. He felt himself going limp as you leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead before positioning yourself next to him, guiding his head to rest against your chest. He fell asleep almost instantly in your soft embrace, muttering something about how you better not tease him tomorrow about being so whiny. But deep down both of you knew that you would.

Rook Hunt

Always loved a thick girl number two. Just like Trey Rook always had known what type of woman he preferred. He will muse about your body every time he fucks you, praising your softness and beauty. But he will fuck you so carnally you’ll start seeing stars. Let him make you feel good, please. He’ll do anything to hear you moan his name. He is insane (just like me fr). He may have you seeing stars but the only thing he’s seeing is your beautiful body. A big fan of mirror sex because he loves making sure you see every part of your body as he slowly runs his slender fingers along your skin, he just wants you to know how lovely you are. Not to repeat myself but nothing but praise leaves this man's mouth when y’all are fucking. Even if he is pounding into you he won’t stop talking about how every curve, stretch mark and dip of your body is pure perfection.  

Your reflection in the mirror seemed like a painting come to life. Rook hummed against your neck, his chin leaning on your shoulder as his fingers danced around your pussy, occasionally pinching your exposed clit. He once again looked in the mirror, admiring your naked form that he handled with such care. You were sitting on his lap, your legs opened wide and your thighs spread apart, exposing your sex to him and one of his arms hooked under your soft breasts. One of his slender hands began to toy with your nipple as the other continued to play with your pussy, now two of his fingers now rubbing up and down your slit. His eyes turned back to the mirror, watching your face make subtle changes every time he touched you in the right spot. “Ahhh comme c'est beau!” he mused. His fingers lifting from your breast to your chin, making you look at your reflection. “Oh mon dieu, just look at how gorgeous you are! All exposed and pretty for moi” he hummed. He was having such a good time. With every labored breath and soft moan you let out he could feel his dick growing even tighter against his pants. He let out another amused hum as his fingers dipped into you, feeling you clench around them. One of your hands dipped down to rub circles on your clit as the other stay draped over his neck. He turned your face towards him, connecting his lips to yours. Before slipping his tongue in he muttered “Personne ne me fait ressentir la façon dont tu fais, mon amour” (Nobody makes me feel the way you do, my love)

Vil Schoenheit

Didn’t know what he was missing out on. Vil had always been with thinner people, models, other actors, etc. He always thought that was just his type and preference until he met you. You two were just formal acquaintances at first. He didn’t see you much as a romantic interest but one night at a party one thing led to another. Little did Vil know how much he was missing out on until his head got crushed between your thighs while he was eating you out and his dick was straining so hard against his pants it hurt. A switch must have flicked in his brain cause oh lord, he can’t stop thinking about you and your body. He doesn’t care if makeup gets smeared or his hair gets messed up, all he wants is for his head to be crushed by your thighs. A big fan of leaving little love bites and lipstick stains all over you. Especially your titties and thighs. He leaves bruises from how hard he grips onto your soft hips as he fucks you. You revealed a part of him he didn’t even know about, dude becomes a whole ass different person, he will fuck the daylights outta you in the most elegant way possible. He is so whipped for you it's not even funny. Of course, he always makes sure to praise your beauty before, during and after sex. You truly make him feel something he hasn’t felt before and he can’t get enough of it.   

God he was a mess. Him, Vil Schoenheit, an absolute mess. He could feel the lipstick smudge at the corner of his mouth to his cheek. His once knelt braided hair is now coming loose and his bangs sticked to his sweaty forehead. A thin string of saliva connected his mouth to your now puffy clit. He had stopped to take a breath, his breath was heavy and his heart was pounding in his chest. But none of that was what he was focusing on. He was focused on your plushy thighs that were tight around his skull and how hard they were making his dick strain against his pants. God he’s never felt this dirty or turned on before, none of his previous partners have ever made him aroused before. 

“Vil… Are you alright?” His grip tightened on your thighs, feeling almost vice, like he was hanging on for dear life and never intended to let go. A new wave of lust overcame him from hearing your words. God he felt so good right now. Pressing a quick kiss to your clit he said “I’m doing just great darling” Lust dripped from his tone as he recalled your breathy moans and whimpers from just a few moments ago. He didn’t care that he was a horny mess, all he wanted was you.

Idia Shroud

Horny ass number two. He’s fucking nuts for you, and practically drools every time he sees you naked. Likes it when you sit on his lap so his greedy hands can touch and squeeze every part of your body. Cockwarm him while you sit on his lap and watch him become a horny and greedy mess under you. Smother him with your thighs, squash him, crack his fucking skull open and don’t let his ass get a single fucking breath in. Although he is kinda pathetic just like Cater, he can top you when needed. Sometimes, you even forget how tall and big this dude actually is until he has you moaning his name and begging for more. Going off of that, Idia loves it when you're vocal and when you become the moaning, whimpering mess under him. Another big fan of leaving love bites all over your body, especially since his teeth are already naturally sharp. Your tummy, thighs, ass, titties, basically every part of your gorgeous body will be covered in bruises and bite marks when he’s done with you. 

His hands roamed your ass as his face was buried in your titties. You were sitting on his lap, his cock stuffed in you. His breath felt heavy and he felt super light-headed. Did he just unlock the secret ending, was this the special cgi like in all those otome games he’s played!? He shyly peeked up at you from your breasts. Your face looked gorgeous in the blue lighting of his room, your lips a bit puffy from him biting them earlier, the strands of hair stuck to your face and the dazed look in your eyes made his dick twitch. He brought his lips up to your neck and bit down, adding another bite mark to the cluster of them that he made previously. His dick twitched again when you let a breathy moan as he bit down. His hands grabbed your thighs even tighter as his own breath hitched. He couldn’t hold back anymore, if he worked so hard to unlock this special ending he was damn well gonna as much as possible to make you feel good. His hips began thrusting as you pulled him closer, your bare skin on his. He watched as your boobs bounced up and down with every thrust, his bite marks now on full display. He began to grunt as he slowly felt the knot in his stomach tightening. With a breathy moan all he could manage to say was, “I…I love you.” 

Lilia Van Rogue

Thick girl enjoyer since day one. He’s a fucking tease but he is here to give you the best fucking sex of your life. His hands will be constantly roaming over your curves as fingers or fucks you. He’ll be leaving bite marks all over your thighs as he toys with your clit, watching you unravel in front of him. He loves overstimming you, hearing you moan and whine brings him joy (and makes him hard lol). He loves how your eyes roll back and your body twitches as he pushes you past the brink. His favorite to mark by far though is your tummy, it was honestly his favorite body part of yours. Lots and lots of verbal teasing, he calls you greedy and needy and acts oblivious to what you want. He’s also a fan of praise and degradation (depending on your preferences of course) Sit on his face, please. He may be small but he’s strong, also he cannot complain about being crushed by your thighs and pussy. But he loves teasing you in public more than he does in bed. He gets a kick out of your flushed face and how you press your thighs together as if you’re trying to make sure he doesn’t get in. It never works though. But he’ll only ever do things semi-publicly. He likes the possible risk of getting caught, it makes things fun. But don’t worry, you two have never and will never get caught. Probably.

His hand dipped under the waistline of your skirt, his fingers playing with the hem of your pantyline. His free hand was resting on your stomach and he began to plant kisses on your neck. Oh you were so cute when you were nervous and flustered! He had brought you the music club room, he had been teasing you all day and was finally showing you that he wasn’t all talk. It was late of course so it would be highly unlikely that you two would get caught, but he could definitely still see that you were nervous about it which made him feel even more lustful. His fingers finally found their way to right above your clothed clit, his subtle motions had already started to make you wet. He chuckled lightly as his fingers slowly started to move in circles, occasionally pinching your clit so that he could get a gasp or a hitched breath out of you. His kisses slowly start to turn into bites as he sits you down onto a nearby desk, moving himself on in front of you. He hastily begins to unbutton your shirt, unclasping your bra in one swift motion with a singular hand. He lifts up his head and smirks at the sight of your now bare chest and tummy, his finger traces along one of your stretch marks and he moves his fingers faster against your clit. He started to place a chaste kiss on each of your stretch marks, slowly making his way down from the ones on your titties to the ones on your tummy. He stops right at your waistline, looking up at you with mischievous glint in his eyes as he removes his fingers from your clit just as you were about to cum. He loved that glare you shot whenever he denied you. He chuckled again, raising back up to be eye level with you, “Being greedy now aren’t we hm? Oh darling you are always so needy when it comes to me~” he teased placing his finger back on your clit, “If we go fast then it’ll be no fun~”   

Malleus Draconia

He's a cream king (sorry not sorry). Malleus, oh Malleus. He is so feral for you. His whole life has been set up with people by suggestion of his grandmother or other nobles of Briar Valley. He has only been with those types of people, never having much intimacy and never being able to be romantic. Until he met you. The moment he laid eyes on you he felt an unknown desire well up within him. You make him feel ways he’s never experienced before (aka you make him hard). Whenever y’all are fucking he lets pure desire take over. Will you be able to walk in the morning after he's done with you? Nope. But of course he is a gentleman and will take care of you. Malleus loves your body, he wants to feel and mark every inch of it. Expect a lot of cum with this guy. A lot on you and a pretty decent amount on you. Yes, he's a bit aggressive while he pounds into you but he just really, really, really likes stuffing you full of his cum. Surprisingly, he is much more of a kisser than a biter. His mouth is always connected to yours or a part of your body (your titties)  while gripping your plush hips, leaving them a bit bruised. But when his mouth isn’t on you he is praising your body. Indulging in your plushness, curves, and especially your soft tummy. He loves your tummy. He doesn’t care if it has stretch marks or cellulite, he will be praising your beauty as creams inside you, talking about how he’ll impregnate you and make you his and only his forever.

His nose felt hot in the crook of your neck, his tongue danced on your skin as his lips connected with it. His waist caught between your thick thighs as his hands gripped your soft hips with such force that they would surely leave nail marks later. He thrust into you, making sure that each thrust was strong and quicker than the last. Is this the fourth time he came? The fifth? He didn’t care to keep an exact count, all that mattered was that he was cumming in you. Your moans and mewls only made him more determined to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. He groaned loudly as he released you, his head slowly lifting from your neck, his eyes now level with yours. He took in your gorgeous face, beads of sweat caused your soft hair to stick to it, your eyes pricked with tears and your cheeks were still stained with tears from before. Oh you were so beautiful to him, no one could ever match you in his eyes. He smiled and slowly lowered his lips to yours, placing a soft kiss on them before slowly leaning back so that he was looking down on you even more than before. He placed his large hand on your soft tummy, running his thumb along it while it admired it. Then he began pounding into you again, hands once again on your hips to steady himself, his carnal desire growing even more. “My love, there is no better sight than seeing you full of me.”

© ooffies 

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[dddomenstarstwst1]

Omgg in your opinion which twst boys squirt the most??

Babe honey sweetheart in my opinion all of them 🤭

But seriously here's a list of who I think is a creamer or a squirter, and who squirts the most. Enjoy

Squirters:

(In order of least to most)

Trey Clover - while he can squirt a decent amount, it's too hard to bring to such state. You gotta work for it

Leona Kingscholar - he's just lazy, couple of rounds is already enough for him, he's too tired to squirt, jeez

Sebek Zigvolt - good luck convincing him to do that, boy is too damn stubborn for his own good

Silver - same as Leona, but he at least feels guilty for falling asleep no

Ace Trappola - he's kinda in the middle, often too bratty to even get laid, but when he wants it, he'll work for it

Cater Diamond - still torn, bc I can see him creaming, but he can also squirt pretty well???

Azul Ashengrotto - he could be lower, but I said here that he gets addicted to the feeling, so yeah

Floyd Leech - mf can handle squirting a bunch of times through the night, good luck buddy

Idia Shroud - he needs it, he craves it, he begs for it

Creamers: Riddle Rosehearts, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Jade Leech, Kamil Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge

#twisted wonderland #twst #sub!character #sub!twisted wonderland #sub!twst

[thesunshineriptide]

Stores I’m taking the TWST boys to and why (brutal)

Cw: light bullying of every boy and half of the stores. Also crackfic material

I’m taking Ace, Deuce, and Grim to Walmart at 3AM. That’s where you go to ride a child’s bicycle, cry in the cereal aisle, and play with toys that you don’t intend to buy and not worry about getting kicked out or banned. It is the only store safe for the braincell trio to go

I’m taking Cater to Starbucks so he can buy a $7 drink and post a picture of it on magicam. Then I’m taking him to therapy

I’m taking Trey to sur la table because he can behave and I think he’d like looking at kitchen equipment like a single 40 year old dad. He and I have to go alone though because I trust him not to get me banned but I don’t trust him not to spend all my money

Riddle is going to Barnes and noble and I’m sitting in the kids section reading picture books while he goes through every single bookshelf. After I run out of picture books I’m sitting in the Starbucks. He’s halfway through the store and moving at a snails pace. Ends up picking out one book so I buy him that and one of the really cute plushies they keep near the kids stuff

I’m taking Leona to the pound target and I’m making him guess how much basic household items are. He will fail and I will laugh at him and shame him

Ruggie and Jack are going to five below. I give them each $25 and tell them to go wild. Jack brings back plant holders and squishmallows while Ruggie has filled a cart with $25 of food and a sleep mask. Now every time we pass a five below they both beg to go in there.

I’m taking Jade to world market because a) they have cute mushroom mugs and soup careens, and b) exotic snacks. He will drain my bank account and I will let him. I am a complete simp for this man

I’m taking Floyd and rook to bass pro shop. We are forcibly removed from bass pro shop after Floyd throws a basketball at a workers face and rook shoots an arrow and almost hits another customer.

I’m taking Azul to ikea. He said he’s really passionate about interior design and likes clean looking spaces so I’m taking him to ikea. I will force him to eat a Swedish meatball. We end up buying pillows and also dunkleskög (we have shared custody of him)

Im taking Kalim to hot topic. He is intimidated but then he sees Sanrio shit and he is THERE bro he falls in love so fast with that little frog thing. End up buying matching best friend bracelets for both me and him and also for him and Jamil

Im telling Jamil that I’m taking him to the grocery store but in reality I’ve stolen his grocery list and I’m leaving him at therapy for an hour. I buy the groceries and drink coffee until he’s done and then we go home. I sleep with one eye open because this boy is anti self care with a passion

Vil and I are going to hobby lobby and stealing materials for Vil’s next film project. We don’t even pretend to hide them and the workers literally don’t care. Vil curses one of the cash registers and doesn’t tell anyone which one, just that he did it. The workers still don’t care because working at hobby lobby is a curse in itself.

It’s not a store but I’m taking Epel to the farmers market. He’s given $20 and ends up coming back with three heads of lettuce, a bushel of apples, two jars of jam, a jug of honey, and $34. I ask no questions and we go home to make an apple galette.

Idia and ortho are going to GameStop. Idia gets in a fistfight with a normie and is immediately hired by GameStop. Ortho comes out crying because he’s proud of Idia for making a friend

I’m taking Silver to a mattress store. We take a nap and get locked inside the building until morning. Spend the night talking and drinking the free coffee. We are banned upon the store opening the next morning (the coffee wasn’t free and we didn’t call anyone to get out)

I’m taking Sebek to a Jamba juice. Not technically a store, but he can yell as loud as he wants and it doesn’t bother anyone

I take Lilia to a guitar store. He plays an amazing ballad on a $4000 bass, then smashes it at the end. We are banned and being sued by the guitar store.

I take malleus to forever 21. He turns into a dragon and kills me

Malleus (real) I take him to lush and he picks out some bathbombs. Now the dragon smells like patchouli and lavender. Neat! And some of the workers there recognized him as a princ-

#twst headcanons #twst #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #idia shroud #ortho shroud

[zixuo]

I LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT !

WARNINGS!!

switch!idia, switch!reader, dry humping?. praise, body worship, begging, make out session, grinding, name calling !

NOTES !!

I loved this fic so much- aaaasa idia worshipping your body every time he sees it at any point in a lewd way or not is so relaxing to himmmm, I know he loves BBW man (๑╹ω╹๑ )

Name calling ? :3

Plsosiwkodkwosjodkdodk ok.

I feel like idia wasn’t big on name calling originally, he thought couple stuff when you first started dating was kind of cringy. You needed to figure out a way to convince him though.. some way to lure him in, but how?

“Idiaaa.. idia-“

“What do you want I’m in the middle of a-“

“What do you want for dinner honey! I was thinking of ordering online or..”

His mind drifted off, he took off his headset to hear you and talk but he gripped it tighter in his hand, looking at you shocked? He originally told you not to because he thought it was stupid but he never thought you would actually go along with it. He didn’t even realize it but while you were ranting about whatever that he had a major hard on, it wasn’t even hide-able and it was aching. It didn’t help you had on a shirt that just so perfectly exposed your perfect chest.

By the time you finished talking, the tip of idia’s hair was so pink he was visibly blushing, you looked at him and leaned over, your chest in his view a bit better and causing him to back up, even more stunned by your approach.

“Uhm- your- chest- in my face-“

“Idia I asked you if you wanted burgers or taco- HEY?!”

He couldn’t take it anymore, he gripped your shoulders and put you in his lap immediately, grinding up into you and repeatedly bucking his hips up into you, you were trying to get a word out but the way he kept moving had you gripping his blue flames and kiss him back passionately, it was such a hungry kiss you could stay like that for hours, both of your bodies moving in harmony with dirty words, pleads, praises, and degradation.

“S-So good.. you feel so- so good stay just like that y/n- please don’t- don’t move baby please- n-need to fuck you like this and just like this, feels s’ good..”

“Idia- mn- I thought you didn’t l-like pet n-“

He cut you off with a kiss, gripping your ass with his blue lipstick smearing on your lips again. He had kissed over every surface of his body he could possibly reach, shoulders, neck, ears, and of course chest. He was too addicted and he hadn’t even went inside of you yet. He needed to keep this friction or else he wouldn’t-

“m’ need to- need to- cum- keeping m-moving please I need to- need to use you just this once- just this once honey please.”

“you-“ you sighed stifling back a moan and looking at him with heavy pants, your chest heaving up and down. “Fine, put it in my love..”

He was so quick you don’t even think you heard him pull his pants down, the next moment you felt the tip right at your hole, twitching and leaking, it was big.. even though you’ve both fucked before it felt so euphoric every single time you got the chance to fuck like animals.

He slipped it in, so easy you let a loud moan rip from your throat, he hadn’t started moving yet and you nearly came when he let all of himself in. Idia wasn’t looking too hot either, as soon as he let all of him inside he held onto you, gripping your shirt tightly, whimpering and crossing his eyes from how warm you were.

“Oh my g- you’re so- so good.. feel so good- you’re the prettiest- so pretty. My pretty baby yeah- s-so pretty..”

You originally never intended to be dommed by idia, he was submissive at the start but this was a different change of pace. You needed him to use you immediately, so you obliged.

“So pretty- your pretty baby- j-just yours- all yours- mn..”

Idia loved moments like this, both of you praising and loving each other felt so right. It’s why he loved you so much, you were so perfect for him he would’ve never left you for anyone. He loved every aspect of your body and touched it as much as he could during sex, as well as kissing all over you. He was the best and you loved him just as much as he loved you.

#idia smut #idia shroud #idia x reader #smut #switch reader #twisted wonderland smut #gender neautral reader

[twistedoverbloat]

OK BUT WHAT IF YUU TRIED TO MARRY ELIZA IN THE GHOST MARRIAGE EVENT BUT INSTEAD OF CHARMING HER THEY USED REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY???? LIKE “marrying you? *laughter* oh, you’re funny, Eliza. of course I don’t want to marry you! I was only saying that to make these guys jealous~ a girl like you could never handle someone like me.” AND IT ACTUALLY WORKS AND ELIZA STARTS BEGGING YUU TO MARRY HER???? WHAT WOULD THE BOYS’ REACTIONS BE

(Boyfriend by Dove Cameron starts playing in the background)

Yuu looked at the dead bride going for a fake kiss but then backing away scoffing at her "Oh honey~ did you really think I liked you?" The bride froze, mouth gaping as she turned to Idia, and then back to Yuu. She grabbed, or tried to, of your sleeve "Wait! I want to marry you! Your better then that boy! I-I-" Yuu tsked, "Sorry but are you even good enough for me?" Eliza began to cry as she sanked to the floor beging for Yuu to Marry her.

I think they would react in the four different ways:

Holy shit that's cold-

She had it coming

That's hot-

Oh shit tea-

Idia is so happy to get away from her since he DIDN'T want to be someone's husband expecaly someone he JUST met.

#ghost bride event #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #cruel yuu

[traumxrei-archive]

【 book 6 thoughts ! (2) 】

hello, back at it again w/ more thoughts on book 6 ^^ (this one's a lot longer than the first one so oops)

part : one, two, three, four / ??

[ warning !! spoilers from 6-16 till 6-35 under the cut ]

[ about : ...acting director idia.... ]

i'm sorry. i laughed when he said "i'm the BOSS". like he was doing so good on the intimidating with the "don't you guys know where you are? don't you know who i am?" and then he just HAD to say the cringiest line in all of humankind.

but tbh, it's interesting to see idia's more cynical side pop out. usually he's very self-serving, but that's bc his goals don't involve other people, his goals are usually stuff he does for himself, but after being named acting director, you can see how callous he's acting toward the other dormleaders. usually he would mind his own business in the corner, but now he's holding his ground bc he was given the authority.

DESPITE THAT. the one thing i appreciate is that he keeps on emphasizing not using unnecessary violence. one of the charons was about to blast riddle again, and he was the one who stopped that. idk it was just a gesture that stuck out to me.

[ about : the history lesson ]

it's interesting to hear that idia's family came from such...rich history. i mean, being one of the pillars of enforcement basically ? punishing those who abandoned principals ? that's a heavy cross to bear. especially with the fact that society basically abandoned/forgot them after magic became more well introduced into the world.

also malleus added that they used to lock up overbloters in the island of woe and that it was idia's ancestor who watched over the island. it begs the question, how many overbloters are kept in captivity ? like i'm sure that the old old ones died, but are there those that are alive ? or even the blot monsters of those who have died ? (since, iirc, crowley mentioned that the blot monster can outlast the overbloter if they run out of magic n die)

also. floyd brings up a good point. for an organization that works in secrecy, they sure made a really big ruckus coming in to take the overbloters. he brings up the fact that they probably have a good way of covering up all of this, which begs the question, what kind of cover up will they do ? since this is a magic world, could it be they'll wipe everyone's memories ? of styx and of the people that were taken, so people don't try searching for them ?

[ about : crewel's concern ]

crewel scanned jack n yuu for injuries before leading them to where epel + adeuce were. and how he offered to patch up yuu's minor injuries sniffs,,,, he talks tough, about how he's going to teach them a lesson n stuff, but i think it's bc he as an educator feels like he failed. he feels partly responsible for not teaching them how to fight safely ++ that they didn't try to call him for help. and the way he's so protective of them.....dad crewel agenda is actually happening everyoneeee

[ about : rook's escape ]

NOT ROOK. NOT HIM BEING WORRIED ABOUT VIL NOT HAVING SKINCARE I'M ACTUALLY WHEEZINGGG—

tbh i think he's using it as a cover up. ofc he cares about vil deeply. as a person. not just his skin. but like,,,,i do wonder why he's emphasizing the skincare so much. i think he's trying to deflect from the fact that vil could actually be in a dire situation by using the shoot and skincare as a distraction. but. rook honey.....just say you're worried about vil man.....

i do think that rook's plan is. stupid. bc why would he go alone ? he clearly has the means to find the isle of woe, but how is he going to bust through styx security without any back up ? i'm 90% sure he's acting mostly based on emotion, and that's why he's in such a rush to head over there w/o any real plan,,,,,, (sob, i was right,,,in 2-23 he talks abt how he's worried about vil and angry at the styx dudes)

[ about : yuu's plight ]

i feel. really bad for yuu bc of all they went through. first, they lose grim to the blot crystals,,,,they haven't seen him in weeks bc crowley was doing who knows what with him. and then when they do see him, he's in a cage and being taken away w/ the rest of the ob gang.

then, their home gets completely destroyed. that's only the tip of the iceberg, because they watch as their friends fight against this mysterious organization that slowly takes them away, and they can't do anything because...they don't have magic.

they arrive at the infirmary with minimal wounds while their friends are bedridden, and they can't do anything to help them. they're torn between staying and going with rook bc they're afraid they'll just be dead weight,,,,,but going anyway bc of their determination to find grim and get him back. like if you didn't think yuu was resilient before, think again.

[ about : map of the world ]

when you hit 6-23, you can see a map of a portion of twisted wonderland and :000 it's really cool to see ^^ so the closest country to sage island is the "land of dawning". there are names that i recognize n names i don't. obv we know about shaftlands, queendom of roses, and the briar valley. but we don't know anything about the kingdom of heroes, sunshine lands, or the land of dawning. i do wonder if we'll ever get to go there in future events, or if they'll forever remain unexplored.

[ about : rook's UM !!! ]

!! i think his UM is really cool !!! rook calls it weak, but i see it as a very persistent spell, and it fits well with his skillset + personality. and as epel says, it's pretty intimidating. if he has it cast on you, you wouldn't be able to lose him. like ever. and the line he says ?? "come, see if you can flee from me. arrow afar!" that's so rook ? see if you can flee from me, i mean c'mon. the arrow leaving its quiver sound as he casts it, and his confidence is so damn cool >:DD (also we are welcoming rook hunt into the rich boys club. immediately.)

[ about : STYX welcome movie ]

first off. "safe use" of technomantic technology my ASS, y'all walked into a MF SCHOOL and started zapping everyone who retaliated with stunning spells all while wearing anti-magic suits that were wwwayy too much defense for going against teens.

n the phantom database. does that mean they have a database on all the phantoms that they've been able to capture alive ? or do they...keep phantoms from before too ? magical disaster prediction, does that mean predicting overblots ? a lot of questions indeed

[ about : phantoms ]

all the talk about phantoms has me thinking back to the mines. bc that CLEARLY was a phantom that adeugrimyuu encountered at the beginning of their NRC careers. the question is, who's phantom was it, and why didn't STYX take that phantom in for research if they have eyes and ears everywhere ?

and the fact that even creating phantoms is a rare thing ? on top of overblotting being a rare thing ? i can see why STYX just had to get their hands on our ob gang, given that each of them weren't consumed + manifested phantoms + recovered fine, there might be a link between their obs that even they didn't see.

[ about : utilizing blot safely ]

ok it makes a ton of sense. now hear me out. blot is seen as this unnecessary byproduct to doing magic, and it's also harmful to the mage + those around them. the fact that STYX wants to turn this around and try to figure out a way to use blot is a natural thing. it's the same thing w/ humans in our world turning plastic bottles into ecobricks or animal manure into biofuels, attempting to turn something harmful into something useful is like. mankind's thing.

[ about : SSR Troublemakers ]

yk that's a pretty catchy name for the overblot gang. maybe i should start calling them that instead of overblot gang jskfjsdf

[ about : trials w/ riddle, vil, azul ]

okay so the first trial was in a vr space that looked like a virtual space + they were fighting ortho n the charons. they said everything was pretty normal.

they mention a lachesis system,,,,lachesis is the second of the three fates, the one who measures the length of the thread n decides how much time a human has left.

second trial, they're in the cafeteria ? oH GOD they're gonna have them fight the vice housewardens ??? isn't that playing dirty ?? ofc they wouldn't wanna fight against the people they care about. and framing it as them wanting to wrest the dormleader seat from them by dueling just adds to the betrayal !! it's natural that there's an increase in blot production, probably bc of the negative emotions they were feeling in combination w/ having to fight their friends

[ about : trials w/ jamil n leona]

trial one, vr space once more. since the results are likely the same, i won't go into details about it, but like...how are they measuring blot when they aren't using magic irl ? technically, they're only using magic in the VR world, so how come their blot levels are rising in the real world too ?

trial two, oughhh not ruggie n kalim,,,, ofc leona kingscholar and his sexy brain can see through the illusion that they wove. he starts attacking ruggie right away instead of waiting. (also i'm. his laugh. guys his laugh. ok bye) like whew the amount of levelheadedness and quick thinking this guy has in unknown situations is so ?? cool ??? and then ofc, jamil being very quick on the uptake as well, we are looking at two big brained ppl rn. (not idia getting annoyed at jamileo figuring out the system in one go—)

[ about : analysis time ! ]

imma summarize the results down below, just bc it'd be interesting to see everyone's results side by side

riddle:

pros; very quick casting, magic pool larger than avg (might be due to receiving special training when younger; magic pool built up from hard work)

cons; when he's indecisive he uses brute-force to overwhelm the enemy (an inefficient use of power), blot accumulation spikes dangerously with output, mental state is heavily impacted by surroundings (more stressed in trial two, therefore more blot accumulated)

result; high offense, very low defense -> glass canon ranged DPS (ok not idia saying riddle's a glass canon *insert moyai emoji*)

azul:

pros; good grasp over precision and control, takes in surroundings to play support, calm and efficient (could also be using others as shields), utilizes a wide range of spells

cons; slow caster, magic pool insufficient to sustain his range of spells (makes him careful with his spells)

result; cautious fighting style with precision and control -> healer that observes the field from the back

vil:

pros; the icon of stability, high manifestation speed, potency aND his magic pool is substantial, solid in both offense and defense (w/o specialized training), physically and mentally resilient (stress doesn't affect his blot much), unique magic lasts a long time

cons; nothing ??? (they legit did not have anything to say abt vil.)

result; being the icon of stability and consistency -> a tank that calls that shots for the rest of the party

leona:

pros; superior casting speeds, superior magic pool (received extensive magic instruction as a kid), efficient in using magic (tailors spells to enemy output; reduces accumulation of blot), stress didn't have much affect on blot, great mental fortitude

cons; when he does experience intense emotions, it could cause a drastic spike in blot accumulation

result; would be suited for tank but isn't a leader

jamil:

pros; efficiency over speed (similar to azul), quick and precise with defensive magic (due to guarding kalim ?)

cons; constantly worried about his reserves

result; could probably handle being in any position -> melee DPS that supports tank OR healer class

[ about : river lethe ]

HELLO. what do you mean. by "everyone who's had a run in with STYX goes down the River Lethe" ????? "that system can erase us from anyone's memory and from any data" ??? SO THIS WAS THE. so this was the countermeasure that STYX had built up. which is why they were so ballsy with their invasion of NRC.... (it's sad to think that idia doesn't even want to try making friends, bc in the end, when he becomes a researcher at STYX, all traces of him will get erased in the river lethe, so he sees no point)

[ about : grim TT^TT ]

omg GRIM beloved omg grim— oh god it's so cruel that he remembered hurting yuu and the first years all fighting for him,,,,the fact that he thinks that he got captured just bc he hurt yuu SNIFFS i swear i am not crying. i swear. i swear i am nOt sad bc he started crying and his voice sounded teary

"am i never goin' back home to ramshackle ?" HHHHHHHH im not built for this please stop my heart is literally going to break huhuhuuuuu

okAY i think this is a good enough stopping point for now, bc the next chapter is back to the rescue gang ! even though i just received the most hEARTBREAKING CLIFFHANGER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER !! stay tuned for uh. more heartbreak tomorrow *finger guns* (o yea, feel free to send stuff about book 6 to my inbox if you wanna chat ^^ i'd love to share theories n opinionsss)

#/trau rambles #no bc why was this all so funny #but also depressing at the same time ? #can't wait to keep playingg #twst book 6 #book 6 spoilers #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #leona kingscholar #twst grim #rook hunt #twst yuu #twisted wonderland

[giacomettislament]

could you do idia, cater and trey as incubus scenarios? i don’t think i have much to specify other than it to be spicy and hot (ꈍᴗꈍ)

bust of diego

“what are you scared of? come a bit closer.”

trey. cater. idia.

content warning(s): explicit content, incubus tattoos, slight degradation, demonic content

—People have always said that little remnants of demons reside inside humans, but when you first lay your eyes upon Trey, you can’t help but think about how the opposite is true. He’s clearly far from being the average being, absolutely nothing like any of your peers or even the sweet neighbor across the street, but there’s something so painfully, beautifully human to him. Maybe it’s your own mind wanting to delude yourself into thinking that you have more in common with this demonic figure than the lust ravaging you like a wildfire, but at this point, even delusion is better than nothing to protect yourself.

“Were you waiting for me?” He asks, his voice like poisoned honey. You whimper under your breath when his fingers wiggle inside of you, your drooling sex clamping down on his knuckles. It’s ridiculous how just being fingered by him is enough to unwind you into this mewling, drenched mess, but you’ve never craved something more.

You nod, breathless. His fingertips brush just shy of that sweet spot inside of you, and god—you throw your head back and cry out. Bucking your hips incessantly against the palm of his hand, you beg for him. “Please- Please, please, please- Don’t tease me like this, you know I can’t take it! I wanna cum- Let me cum, let me cum, please let me cum…!”

“Have you no pride? I suppose not,” he laughs to himself. His eyes glow like the embers of hell itself, and your core twitches dangerously. His other hand presses down right above your crotch, and you blink back the tears. “I’m killing you slowly, sapping that pretty life force of yours… Yet you’re still asking for more.”

You don’t want to think about it. The small yet omnipresent pink mark right under your belly button, in the mocking shape of hearts and a clover. It burned like nothing else when he first magically branded you with it, yet your heart flutters whenever it glows a dim pink and he showers you with the affection that’s ruining you like a parasite.

He is a parasite, for lack of better word.

“I love you… I’ll let you take as much as you want.” You hate yourself for admitting it.

Trey chuckles to himself, thrusting his fingers into you roughly. You scream as an orgasm rips through you without any warning, electric bursts shredding your insides and tearing through your wet groin. Your toes curl against your sheets, and your vision fades at the edges. It feels so good, so goddamn good, you’d give anything to feel this over and over again.

He laughs once more, definitely pitying you. “I know.”

—Cater’s body feels heavy and overbearing on top of you, but the grip he has on your thighs and the whines escaping his mouth has you trapped underneath him. Your entire body burns, slick with sweat and cum, and you’re quite literally drowning in all of his possessive, wanton love.

“That’s it- Fuck, fuck, fuck! You feel so good! You’re the best, you’re the best, your body’s the best…!” He whimpers out. You hiss when his nails dig into your skin, and the tattoo between your hips glows dimly as if to mock you. He’s wasted no time in stuffing you with his sticky cum the moment he got his hands on you, but you’d think for an incubus, he wouldn’t be this needy. After all, how many other people must have fallen victim to his pretty voice and silver tongue?

Cater’s hand shifts from your leg, and he gently grabs your face. Pouting, he forces your gaze back on him, and your stomach lurches without warning when he thrusts sharply into you. A gasp tears through the back of your throat, and the incubus licks playfully at the corner of your mouth. It’s like he wants to literally eat up every moan that you let out for him—Cater’s always been insanely jealous about making sure that your affections belong to no one else.

“Look at me,” he begs, looking like a kicked puppy. His dick twitches precariously inside of you, and his heart twists in cruel loops inside his undead chest. “It’s no fun if you don’t look at me… I hate it when you don’t give me your attention! I’m making you feel good, aren’t I? I wanna know that you’re all mine, all mine for me to fuck and love, even if it’s just while we’re having sex! It’s not as good otherwise…”

He draws his hips back painfully slowly, so you can feel every inch of his engorged cock slide tantalizingly out of you. You feel empty with just his leaking tip inside of you, and you can barely suck in a breath before he rams his entire cock inside. A shriek lodges inside of your mouth, and your insides clamp down on him and squeeze like your life depends on it. The contrast is almost too much—being empty and then being stuffed with his dick—but Cater laps up that shocked expression painted all over your face with a crazed glee.

“You’re supposed to focus on no one but me when we’re fucking, okay?” He sings sweetly. His fingertips threaten to dig into the soft skin of your face, and you’re frozen in pleasure and fear and pain under the incubus. He keeps bucking his hips wildly against yours, grinding down until he’s back to being drunk off of your attention and lust. “Don’t think of anyone but me! There’s no one here that can compare to me- no one that can save you like I can…!”

—He looks so much like an angel but not in the way that most people would say. No, he’s an angel in the most fearsome and breathtaking way possible: eyes as golden as molten lava, hair that burns like the sun, and tattered black wings that protrude from his back as proof of the beautiful, fallen being he is.

Even his name—Idia—sounds like an incantation that should have never left your mouth. Not that it matters now, when you’re bouncing up and down in his lap, your gummy walls struggling to take every inch of his thick, veiny cock. You’ve never seen anything like it, and when he first showed himself to you, you stared at his dick until his blue hair turned pink.

“Fuck- You’re so big…!” You grunt through gritted teeth. Your thighs make lewd slapping sounds against his lap as you work your way up and down, up and down, up and down his slick member. “God- I can barely take it!”

His hands slide around your waist, guiding you as if to help. Do shy incubi exist? You had always thought they were demanding, wanton, utterly shameless, yet Idia here is both that and more. He’s soft-spoken and pent-up, and that feral side you associate with demons only comes out when you coax him bit-by-bit out of his shell. Like a cat, you almost want to say, except if said cat came from the very depths of hell.

“So tight…,” he mutters into your shoulder. His sharp teeth graze your skin every time you jerk your hips up, and you cry out his name when you sink down on his girthy length. You swear you can feel every inch and every vein rubbing greedily against your pulsing sex; every movement of his hips into yours sends electric currents spiraling into your core, and your stomach throbs with arousal.

You want to be filled with him. You want to be filled with his cock. You want to be filled with his cum.

“Do you love me?” The incubus asks, his pleading eyes meeting yours. He’s all you can see and feel in the depths and darkness of your room, and you almost laugh when your sex slides down and takes him in fully. He moans when he feels himself sheathed fully inside you, and you pause, feeling him pressed up against you and stretching your walls out in the way you like it best.

You know the answer he wants, and it rests against the tip of your tongue. You’ve given him so much already: body, soul, and mind. But can you give him your heart? You can’t help but pause, breaking the carnal rhythm that’s bewitched you entirely.

“I don’t know.”

x

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #trey clover #cater diamond #idia shroud #x reader #gender neutral reader #lemon

[wicked-writer-ofthe-west]

A calling from the deep sea

Paring: Azul & Idia

Au:Fairy tales (the little mermaid)

Part: One

3rd person POV:

Idia looks outside the glass less window taking in the beautiful sunset. Today marks two months of staying with his aunt and uncle for the summer. Ever since he turned 18 Idia wanted to become independent by trying to put himself out there. And now here he is sitting in his uncle’s fabulous Italian style mansion,shooting the breeze, and trying to get his life together. A quiet knock catches Idia’s attention.

“You can come in” Idia says softly, holding on to the balcony railing.

The door creek open to reveal Idia’s younger brother,Ortho. Idia smiles as his younger brother comes over and hugs him.

“Oni-san!” Ortho sequels in excitement and latches onto his brother in a big bear hug.

The last time they saw each other was during breakfast so this is normal behavior for the younger brother.

“Ortho! How was your day?” Idia asks playing with Ortho’s hair.

“I had sooo much fun today!” Ortho exclaims

“Uncle took me to the horse ranch.” Ortho continues smiling at his older brother.

“It sounds like you had a blast today! You should take me to the ranch and show me the horses.” Idia chuckles at the ball of energy he was holding.

Ortho yawns looking over at the window. the sun hid behind the buildings painting stunning shades of reds, yellows, purples, and pinks in the sky.

“It’s getting late don’t you think?” Idia questions looking down at his little brother. Ortho yawns, he nods

“Yeah it really is.” Ortho yawns out rubbing his eyes.

“Good night Idia” The younger one kissing Idia on the cheek. Ortho goes to leave the room but stops himself looking over to Idia.

“Oh! And Idia,please don’t stay up late. I care about you” Ortho warns with pleading eyes.

Idia sighs at his brother’s concerns.

“I won’t stay up late.” Idia say soothing Ortho’s worries.

“You promise?”

“I promise”

Ortho nods, closing his brothers door before going to his own room.

Idia flops in his bed,tired. He looks over at the setting sun, seeing it glimmer its light onto the big body of water below his balcony. Idia pulls the white covers over himself, he mumbles finally drifting off to sleep.

Idia POV:

I awake from my slumber to the sound of singing.

Beautiful singing.

I sit up in my bed,pushing the blue curls out of my face. The singing became louder, further beckoning me, by my own will I follow the voice. When I snap out of his trance I find my self on the sea shore. My attention then focuses on him.

His silhouette draped up onto a rock slightly poking out of the water. He continues singing, almost sending me into another trace like state before stoping to look at me. He pushes his silver locks out of his face,giving me a warm smile.

“You just can’t get enough of me can ya?” He coos chuckling a little. The words fall off his tongue like honey making me blush.

“Is there something wrong with seeing my jewel of the sea,Azul?” I say giving him a smirk,Azul blushes hiding his face.

“Oh hush.” Azul jokes splashing water on me. He continues to splash me as I get closer to his rock.

“Oh don’t be like that sweetheart. I know you were looking forward to seeing me~” I flirt holding him by the waist.

“I must admit that I did miss you terribly today.” Azul chuckles wrapping his arms around my neck. We stare into each others eyes for what felt like an eternity,putting our foreheads together.

“I wish we could stay like this forever you and I” Azul whispers kissing me on the cheek.

Azul pulls me closer swaying a little.

“Honey?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been curious,What have you been working on in that tavern of yours?” I tilt my head. Azul looks up at me, his lips curling a little.

“It’s a secret~” Azul teased

“Oh pretty please Azul.” I jokingly begged, Azul pushed up his glasses a little.”

“Alright,Alright. I can’t tell you everything but I’ll tell you this, It’ll help me become part of your world.” Azul whispers in my ear.

I squint a little,what does he mean by “part of my world?” I know his mom is a legendary sea witch and he holds all kinds of gadgets and gizmos aplenty and whozits and whatzits galore. But he never tried anything like that before. Azul sigh.

“I’m afraid that our little rondeau must come to a close. We don’t want you passing out on the seashore again now do we?” Azul chuckles at his own joke. He hugs me tightly but not tight enough to hurt me. I hug him back pecking him on the cheek before doing our final kiss goodbye. Before I would leave the seashore Azul calls out to me one more time.

“Idia!” I turn back to him

“You’re gonna come back to me right?” Azul asks worryingly.

“Of course I will my dear!” I semi-yelled, making the worry melt off his face.

“I love you!” I yell making a heart shape out of my hands.

“I love you too!” Azul yells back making the same hand gesture as me,I watch as he dives head first into the glimmering water.

I smile getting a wave of this warm and gooey feeling I get when I see him. Before I could walk back into my room I stoped falling onto the ground, getting a complementary tase of the sand. My body calms.

“ I guess I’m spending the night on the beach again.” I chuckle finally falling asleep.

Heya! Thank you for reading! This is my first time writing something like this on tumblr so take it easy on me. Do leave criticism and ideas if you like.

But once again thank you for reading, have a nice rest of your day/night!

Yours truly,

-Wicked-writer-of-the-west💚💚💚

#twst idia #twst azul #twst fanfic #twst wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #idia x azul #idia shroud #azul ashengrotto #the little mermaid #fairy tales #fanfiction #twst ortho #ortho shroud

[bored-storyteller]

This as probably been requested but could you do part 2 of the dorm leaders with darling saying "i love you", please? It was so good! 💗

Yes honey, they were already planned but I'm really glad you asked! I hope you like it!

27- Twisted Wonderland, Dorms Leader x Reader pt. 2

Idia Shroud

- The first "I love you" escapes you out of desperation, when slumped against Idia's door, he seems to categorically refuse to let you in.

- You don't know what happened. It is not so strange for Idia to be upset about something, but this has been going on for a very long time, and his silence has become exhausting. Exposing yourself in this way was like a survival instinct for you, you didn't even realize those words you whispered at the blocked entrance.

- Yet, in his silence he hears you. He is shocked, completely shocked. How can you say such a thing without any warning? Do you want to kill him?

- You don't know how his hands cover his face. "You don't know what you are saying." He answers you. He knows he is a burden. How could he not? He doesn't even know how you really care about him the way you do.

- He hears you begging him again, with a broken voice. Oh no, don't. It breaks his heart to feel you like this because of him.

- He hardly realizes that he has reached out to open the door, and you fall between his crossed legs, with a start of surprise.

- He really loves your eyes, even now, so wet with relief and affection, are they really for him?

- While you are still lying in his lap, he carefully caresses your face. Ah, you are so perfect…!

- You do not have time to realize that you are hiding against him, immersed in his embrace. There is no sound besides your breaths, and a whispered "me too."

Kalim Al-Asim

- Kalim is an energetic and sociable puppy. As problematic as he can be really problematic at times, his good heart can only make you fall in love with him.

- Obviously he doesn't hide his affection for you. You may be too modest to notice how much you adore yourself, but his words and actions often prove it.

- Basically everyone thinks you are already a couple. Jamil first of all got used to organizing his chores even in your opinion, despite Kalim's complaints and disturbances who are sometimes seized by the insecurity that you don't like him.

- Actually, why didn't you ever tell him? With Kalim there is certainly no awe, what held you back? Maybe you didn't seem to need to say it.

- When you say those fateful words "I really love you", you are not really thinking about how to say them. They come out from the bottom of your heart in laughter, in a moment of joy with him

-You can't even see Kalim's smile fade right away, covering his sweet face in amazement.

-"You love Me…?" He asks in a trembling voice, and you think that at any moment he will start crying.

- You cannot answer, because he is really crying while hugging you so tightly that he no longer understands where he ends and where you start. His is not a whimsical cry of a child, but more of an outpouring of sheer relief, as he holds you like he's terrified that someone might take you away.

- "I love you, of course I love you."

Vil Schoenheit

- With Vil, love is a complicated concept. It's there, it's present and it's strong, yet it's so misunderstood and subtle.

- He has chosen you, he has already done so and you know it. Yet he never spoke of love, and the awe he inspires never made you say those words, even though you both know that they exist within you ... or so you hope.

- Perhaps it is precisely the doubt that drives you to whisper those fateful words, those that make everything clear, those from which not even he can escape.

- Your chin is supported by his delicate fingers as he caresses your lips with a scented lip balm. His beautiful purple eyes are focused on his work. You don't know why you chose that moment, you just felt brave and calm enough to tell him softly, "I love you."

- And in that instant everything stops for Vil. His pupils can not leave your lips, can not rest on your eyes.

- If it might seem that Vil cannot be touched by those words, it is not. He knows your deepest and most dangerous sincerity, and even if his composure and elegance are not broken, there is fear in him. Because now it is clear that he must be up to being loved by you.

- Vil has many doubts, more than you can imagine. Is he too hard on you? Do you know how precious you are to him? Now that he knows you love him he can't shirk his responsibilities. He has to take extreme care of you, he can't afford to lose you.

- "My dear, the poison could consume you." His harsh words are at the same time so delicate in the melody of his voice. You can finally see his eyes.

- "And I will still love you." You insist, because he won't win against you, not this time.

- And he knows it. He knows that you are not a little princess to be saved, but you are a tenacious knight who will never give up his ideals, nor his affections, like Vil.

- His forehead rests compliantly on yours, while a slight smile is painted on the boy's beautiful lips, while he accepts your love within himself: “All right.”

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #idia shroud #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit x reader

[twisted-desires]

Honey Farms

This post is based on this AU by @zackcarrion-key so all credit for the AU goes to her!

These are basically some headcanons/some brainrot about how honey farms would work and how certain types of pollinic honey would be cultivated. Also small note: I use the term 'babes' as a gender neutral word

(also small note: I've got a little headcanon that every pollen has slaiva that has some level of aphrodisiac properties to make their chosen partners more amicable to their affections)

The blow content is 18+ - minors DNI - spice below

Honey farms have two main ways of procuring their goods from the pollinic babes: hand-milking and machine milking.

Imagine more difficult pollen such as apple blossom pollen/Epel being hooked up to machines that tease all of their weak spots, bringing a pretty red blush to their skin as they tremble with yet another orgasm in the pleasure-induced haze, half-lidded eyes tiredly seeking you out as they repeatedly as for more and more, its a wonder how much stamina pollen can have!

Or perhaps the shyer spider lily/Idia also being hooked up to all manner of machines, vibrators and milkers making them spill their precious aphrodasiac-laced saliva from their lips, as they may simply prefer the ministrations from the machines rather than the farmhands who would work to wring them dry instead.

As for hand-milking, it can be seen with the pollen that would be more cooperative with such treatment, such as the Gerbera Daisy/Cater, content to have their mouths stuffed with fingers covered in pheromones that aid in the production of their sweet honey, the bitterness of the administered pheromones doing nothing to deter their eager mouths. Its also somewhat common for some farms to record sessions with Gerbera Daisies, be it for documentaries, training videos, or adult entertainment. Either way, their lovely pollen can often be more excitable with a camera around, even increasing output!

Lily of the Valley/Hyacinth/Kalim is also commonly found on some of the more traditional farms, and may often be milked similarly to Gerbia Daisies. It's been found that they can have their honey production increased when a particularly high amount of attention is paid to their erogenous zones around the neck, chest, and thighs - aphrodasiac gels proving effective with stimulating these areas and increasing their pleasure (and output) tenfold. Paired with the sweet praise and compliments that the farmhands murmur to them, this treatment may just bring the sweet pollen to tears with pleasure-filled overstimulation. Even so, they'll be begging for more!

Of course, once the pollen has been milked enough, there are pastures on the farm filled with gardens of lush green grass and well maintained flowers where the tired particles may rest, the cool grass against their skin as the warm sun lulls them into a state of rest.

The honey farms care very much for the pollen and flowers that they look after, and they're are often some of the most beautiful spots for tourism with their large public gardens full of various plants and even some more private, hidden areas so that some guests can have fun if they so please~

I hope this was good, I'm still getting used to writing stuff like this! Again, this is inspired by this post of this AU by the OP! All credit for the AU goes to her, I'm just brainrotting, hehe.

#darkened wonderland #Foolish Sunbeam #Small Farmer #Mournful Flame #Two-faced Diamond #Passionate rose #spicy content #Pollinic twst AU

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 4: City Of Dreams]

Series summary: You are an overwhelmed and disenchanted nurse in Boston, Massachusetts. Queen is an eccentric British rock band you’ve never heard of. But once your fates intertwine in the summer of 1974, none of your lives will ever be the same...

This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.

Chapter warnings: Language, not really angst but you can FEEL that the angst is coming, pre-angst???

Chapter list (and all my writing) available HERE

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He calls you at home, at the bare-bones flat you share with two Imperial College nursing students; he calls because he knows you want to see the world. He can’t give you the world yet, he can’t quite afford that. But what he can afford are two tickets to the British Museum, which are, incidentally, free.  

Roger shows you the Rosetta Stone, a column from the Temple of Artemis, the Black Obelisk of Shalmaneser III, the River Witham swords, the Benin ivory mask of Queen Idia, Chinese jade, Incan gold, portraits of Anne Boleyn, bronze busts of Hadrian and Claudius, Rembrandts and Da Vincis and Van Goghs. He shows you the treasures of the living and the ruins of the dead, their currency and their gods and their flesh: skeletal mummies of people who walked the earth a millennium and a half before the Mayans, three thousand years before Alexander.

He’s uncharacteristically patient. He takes his time. He studies the maddeningly small words on the displays and asks you which relics you like best, whether they speak to you, what they say. He doesn’t want to leave even when you offer, even when you can see he’s restless for a cigarette, when he drums his fingers against his hip and gnaws his lower lip with those tiny canine teeth. Maybe there’s something else he’s even more ravenous for.

Roger wants to show you everything. There are alabaster-white, echoing corridors roped off for renovations, but that doesn’t stop him. He sprints with you down dimly-lit hallways—your fingers interlaced with his, your hair flying—and raises curtains and murky sheets of plastic to reveal marble faces, Anglo-Saxon helmets, Viking blades, fifth-century scrolls. He keeps watch as you look; and when he hears the footsteps of security guards he pulls you into the shadows, presses you flat against the wall, giggles in whispers as he clasps his palm over your mouth and begs you to be quiet. I’m trying, your gleaming eyes tell him, and when he lifts his hand away his burning sapphire gaze drops to your lips, and you think he might kiss you, and you think you might let him. But at the last moment you turn away, pretend you hadn’t noticed, tell him you think the footsteps are gone.

And the words ricochet perilously through your mind like shrapnel: I won’t fall in love with him. I won’t fall in love with him.

That once felt like a promise; now it feels like a plea.

~~~~~~~~~~

“I have a deeply philosophical question for you.”

“Go ahead.”

John is laying across the studio couch on his back, using your maroon-tights-and-golden-sundress-clothed thigh as a pillow, holding his notebook with one hand and a dulling pencil with the other. You’re working through a pile of the band’s outfits that need mending, denim and leather and knits and polyester strewn over your lap; you are excellent at stitching, whether in fabric or flesh. Every once in a while you twirl a lock of John’s feathery hair, and he doesn’t seem to mind. “If Brian was a superhero, who would he be?”

“Spider-Man,” you reply instantly. “The limbs.”

“Ahhhh, of course! He’s a regular daddy longlegs, isn’t he?” John begins sketching. “I already have Roger as Thor—blond and ragey, likes to throw things—and Freddie as Iron Man. Innovative and unstoppable. Fearless leader. Shamelessly opulent.”

“How about you?”

John smirks, but maybe he winces a little too. “Doctor Strange.”

You frown down at him. “You aren’t strange, John.”

“I am,” he says simply. “But that’s alright. I make do.”

“I don’t find you strange.”  

“Yes, well. You’re accustomed to patching together damaged things.”

Freddie explodes into the room, his tall black boots clopping on the linoleum floor. He waves his arms hysterically and thrusts his notebook towards you. I need your help, he’s written.

“Sure thing. Ask away.”

He scribbles another line and turns the notebook so you can see. Tell Brian he’s a twat.

You sigh. “Freddie, no.”

Behind the soundproof glass, Freddie, Roger, and Brian have been working on In The Lap Of The Gods: first Roger’s falsetto parts, then Freddie’s piano. This has been no easy task. Freddie is on complete vocal rest after being diagnosed with laryngitis, Brian is recovering from a duodenal ulcer (on top of his residual fatigue from hepatitis), and they’re all ready to strangle each other. Freddie opens his mouth to protest.

“Don’t you dare!” you cry, leaping to your feet. You start a fresh pot of tea on the hotplate and grab the flashlight from your bag. You’ve registered with a London-based travel nurse agency and, after heavy lobbying from Freddie and Roger, have officially been signed with the record company as Queen’s tour nurse. Assuming, of course, that the next tour ever happens. “Let me see.”

Freddie reluctantly plops down onto the couch so you can shine the flashlight down his inflamed throat.

“I better not find out you’ve been bitching at people,” you tell him. Freddie winks and flips his hair.

From the other side of the glass, you can see Roger jabbing an index finger at Brian, shouting, swearing, needling until Brian flings his hands into the air and stomps out of the studio.

“Well,” John says. “I’m glad that’s going well.”

You aren’t terribly alarmed; you’ve seen this before. Brian will spend a few minutes outside, pacing and muttering to himself under the sweltering August sky, and eventually he’ll right himself again—like a sailboat gaining traction in a storm—and return for round two or twelve or twenty. You pour Freddie a cup of piping hot tea with honey and slip into the live room, Freddie and John following behind you.

“How are things?” John asks cheerfully.

Roger is wearing a half-unbuttoned leopard print shirt, tight black leather pants, and black sweatbands on both wrists that he tugs at when he’s frustrated. He snorts in reply and rolls his eyes. Then he glances over at Brian’s Red Special. The guitar has been left unattended on its stand, shining and forbidden. Oh no.

“I wouldn’t,” John cautions.

But Roger does: he pulls the Red Special into his lap and begins to pluck away at it. You recognize the mournful intro riff of Stairway To Heaven. John whistles nervously. Freddie crosses his arms over his chest and taps the heels of his boots against the floor in disapproval.

“Roger, please,” you say. “Don’t stress the man out, you’ll give him another ulcer. You realize if he sees this he’s going to murder you. Hack you into tiny bits. We’ll never find all the pieces.”

Roger laughs. “Calm down, nothing’s gonna happen—” And then, as soon as he begins to adjust it, a tuning key pops off the head and rolls away. Freddie’s teacup shatters as it tumbles out of his grasp. Roger gapes at you and John and Freddie, horrified. “Oh no.”

“Roger!” you yelp, palms cupping your flushing cheeks.

John scoops the tuning key off the floor and rushes to Roger’s side. “Give it to me.”

Roger shoves the Red Special into John’s outstretched arms and begins hyperventilating, yanking at blond hair that you’ve learned is the product of cheap boxed dye. “Oh my god, Brian’s gonna...he’s...he’s...he’s gonna...”

Freddie bolts through the door and disappears outside, still clutching his notebook; he’ll try to delay Brian as long as he can. You wonder if you should join him, if that would make Brian even more suspicious, if there’s anything you can do. Roger paces like a lion behind iron bars.

John says softly as he works: “If I can’t fix it before Brian comes back, I’ll tell him I did it. He already hates me.” That’s not exactly true, and you all know it; but Brian and John clash better and connect worse than any of the rest of them. You marvel, momentarily, at how it can be possible for you to care so consumingly for four men who are so astronomically different. Ah, but perhaps you don’t care for them all in the same way.

“I can’t let you do that, Deaks,” Rog replies. Beads of perspiration are springing up along his temples, his collarbones, his neck. Don’t look, you tell yourself, feeling something scalding and hungry rippling through your skin like goosebumps.

“What can I do?” you ask desperately. “John, can I help...?”

“Almost there.” John is twisting the tuning key. You hear thumping against the door.

“Freddie, move!” Brian is shouting outside. “Move! What are you doing? What are they up to in there?!”

There’s a frantic commotion as John and Roger rush for the guitar stand. You spin to watch the door as it opens. Brian steps inside, his hawkish eyes narrowed. A frazzled Freddie materializes behind him. Your gaze darts back to the Red Special. It’s resting on the guitar stand where Brian left it, orderly and fully intact. Roger and John are chatting nonchalantly by the drum kit and trying to conceal the fact that they’re gasping for air. Oh thank GOD.

Brian peers back at Freddie. Freddie flashes an innocent grin. Brian props his hands on his waist and examines the room, taking long determined strides, fidgeting with the beaded choker around his neck. “Roger,” he says at last.

Roger bats his long eyelashes and casts you a knowing smile. “Hmm?”

“Why is there tea all over the floor?”

~~~~~~~~~~

Summer bleeds out, and autumn floods in like the tide. With dying leaves and cutting evening gales come other eventualities as well: a release date for Sheer Heart Attack, Killer Queen’s roaring reception as the album’s lead single, radio play and fanfare and the announcement that Queen’s first world tour will begin on the day before Halloween. So I might finally see some return on investment, you teased Freddie when he told you. He shot back: Just keep my vocal chords humming, bitch.

Tonight you’re at Top of the Pops with the rest of Queen’s usual entourage: Chrissie and Mary, Josephine and Veronica, assorted representatives and assistants from the record company Trident. The show has laid out a spread of fruit and meats and cheeses and cookies—biscuits, you remind yourself, you have to call them biscuits now—and alcohol...including Moët & Chandon, of course. You circle the table with Chrissie, piling free food onto your plate and sipping champagne, chattering mindlessly to distract yourselves from how petrified you all are. Freddie and Brian are still in hair and makeup; Roger is berating the producers for forcing Queen to perform to playback; John is compulsively snacking in some shadowy corner somewhere and avoiding the crowds, presumably with Veronica. You don’t dislike Veronica. She’s polite and gentle and undemanding, if a bit reticent around the band. You don’t think she would ever try to exploit John for the novelty of being with a musician, nor for the possibility of money and fame. But you sometimes wonder how much of John she really sees.

“Is this white cheddar?” Josephine asks as she stabs a cheese cube with a pink foil-tipped toothpick. “Or maybe gruyere? Monterey jack...?”

“I think it’s halloumi,” Chrissie offers.

“Ohhh, exotic!” Jo takes a bite. “It’s good, whatever it is.”

You pop a sliver of pineapple into your mouth. “My goal is to eat at least three of everything. And wrap extras in napkins to smuggle home. It’s a hard life, you know. Roping one’s fortunes to an almost-famous rock band.”

Jo smirks and shakes out her hair: dark, full, freshly trimmed. “I’ll have to live vicariously through you. I’m watching my figure.” She glances pensively down at her svelte body, which is sheathed in a silvery mini-dress.

“Love, you look amazing,” Chrissie says, somewhat pained. You’ve learned that when anyone suffers, Chrissie aches right along with them.

Jo just wrinkles her nose and shrugs. Jo is wilder than Veronica, edgier than Chrissie, less saccharine than Mary, more glamorous than you. She’s the only match you could imagine for Roger; and this brings you down some days, drags you low, sinks you into indigo melancholy. But lately Josephine has been the blue one, the quiet one. And you suddenly find yourself wondering if perhaps there is no match for Roger at all, no perfect counterbalance, no one soul that could tame his anywhere in the world.

“You’re flawless, Jo,” you tell her, but it feels hollow and anemic.

Mary appears, stroking her large gold earrings restlessly. “Fred’s almost done. They want to start in twenty minutes.”

You toss your empty plate into the garbage—rubbish, you amend mentally—and shake the crumbs from your dress. “I’ll go get John.”

You scuttle around the set, checking gloomy forgotten spots and the dressing rooms and broom closets. As you search, Roger finds you.

“Hey,” he says, mostly confidently, a dash apprehensively, his hands buried in his pockets.

“Hi. I’m trying to locate your bassist so you can pretend to perform in fifteen minutes.”

“That’s kind of you. I just passed him, though. He’s with Freddie. Everything is as it should be. Can I talk to you?”

“Um.” You stare at him, confused. “We’re already talking, aren’t we?”

“Yes, alright, true, but I have something important to say.”

“Okay.” You study him warily. Roger clears his throat and glimpses around. The two of you are standing in the shadow of a monstrosity of a lighting rig and are very much alone.

“I just...I wanted to inform you that...um...I’ll be...ah...well, you see...” He shakes his head and forces it out. “I’ll be breaking up with Jo soon. And I just wanted you to know. For you to be the first to know.”

You recoil, stunned. “Why would you break up with her?”

He smiles. “So I can take you out, of course.”

Oh my god oh my god oh my god. A furious barrage of images cascades through your mind: touching him, being touched by him, whispers in the darkness, rings, chapels, children, and then: Josephine. What it must feel like to be Jo, what the beginning looked like for her, what the end will: scorched earth and desolation. “I’m not interested,” you say, pleasantly surprised by the steadiness in your voice.

“Sure you are,” Roger replies, undeterred. “We’re going to be travelling all over. It’ll be museums and monuments and libraries and natural wonders galore. I can show you the world.”

“I’m really not.”

“Why wouldn’t you be interested?”

“Because I’m not looking to get played. And you seem like someone who might play me.”

Now he’s wounded; those massive pale eyes are glossy. “I most certainly would not.”

“Roger, I’m completely enchanted by you. You’re brilliant and fun and caring and so much smarter than people assume you are—”

“Thanks...?”

“—And you’re a fantastic friend. But if we do this and it doesn’t last...which, let’s be real, it probably won’t...I’ll lose you forever. And the band. And my job. The math just doesn’t work for me.” But, oh god, I’d do anything to rearrange those numbers.

Roger mulls that over, shuffles his feet, lights a cigarette. “I have a list, you know. Not a written list. It’s just in me, a part of me. Here.” He points at his chest. “It’s not long. It’s only things I can’t live without, or things I wouldn’t want to. There’s becoming a musician. There’s leaving Cornwall. There’s finding a band worthy of me. Check check check.” He takes a drag and exhales smoke into the air. “Next there’s becoming a famous rock star, seeing the world, providing for my family. That’s all coming together presently.” His eyes find yours. “You’re on that list now. And once something’s made the list, it never comes off.”

“Not until you’ve had it.”

That knocks Roger back, makes his brow furrow, makes him blink as it rolls through him; because maybe that cuts just a bit too close to the bone. Then his face clears like a cloudless sky and he smiles, brightly, blissfully, as he always does. “I’ll just have to change your mind.”

“You can try.”

He takes your left hand, skates his teeth lightly over your knuckles, grins mischievously. “I’m going to need one last toast for good luck.”

Roger leads you back to the snack table and pours three flutes of champagne: one for you, one for him, and one for Chrissie, who’s waited for you. John, Freddie, and Brian are testing their equipment on stage; Mary, Veronica, and Jo have commandeered spots with the best view and refuse to abandon them. The three of you toast, drain your champagne, and watch the preparations from afar. John is bopping around the stage as he strums his bass, lost in the music in his head.

“Such a strange man,” Chrissie murmurs, although not unkindly.

Roger immediately bristles. “He’s only strange if you don’t bother to try to understand him.”

“Oh hell, Rog, come on, I didn’t mean it like—”

But Roger pushes by her and breezes away. He swipes a pint of beer and a bunch of grapes off the snack table, saunters over to where John is playing, and gnaws the grapes messily as he points and asks John questions.

Chrissie sighs and turns to you. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. You know I adore John.”

“I know it.” And of course, you adore him too. But you have something else on your mind. You tilt your champagne flute towards Roger. “What was he like when he and Jo first got together?”

“Why?” Chrissie asks, eyebrows raised. “You mean...was he the same way he is with you?”

You twirl your empty glass morosely. “Sure. If I am in fact that transparent.”

Chrissie chuckles and rubs your shoulder reassuringly. “Now now, don’t be grumpy.” She lights a cigarette and thinks. “Honestly, no. He’s different with you. More himself, less dramatic. Less always trying to be the dashing playboy. Just pure energy, that enthusiasm he has that’s almost childish. He’s happy. Really happy.”

You nod. “So you think I should give him a chance if he asks for it.”

“Absolutely not.”

You startle and whirl to her, not understanding.

Chrissie smiles tenderly, sadly, wishing she could change it. “He’ll ruin you. He ruins everyone. Now if he asked you in ten years? Fifteen years? Maybe. But if you say yes now, he’ll burn through you like battery acid. He’ll love you until you can’t imagine a world without him, until everything you were before is quarried from your bones. And then he’ll move on. He can’t help it, that’s just who he is. Reckless and wonderful and insatiable. And good luck trying to find anything on this whole fucking planet that can replace Roger Taylor.”

“I understand,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

You watch Queen up on the stage as they count down the minutes until showtime, how Freddie fluffs his hair and checks his eyeliner, how Brian meticulously rehearses his notes on the Red Special, how John and Roger exchange comments and jokes. And it occurs to you how symbiotic they are: Roger bringing passion and dauntlessness and fire, John tempering that when necessary and contributing something so dissimilar and yet vital, something steady and pragmatic and immutable. Brian’s a willow tree, Fred’s a lightning storm, Roger’s wildfire...but what is John?

You can’t decide. Roger is tapping away at the hi-hat and it sounds like a metronome, like something hypnotic, like a spell older than the pyramids.

I won’t fall in love with him. I won’t fall in love with him. I won’t fall in love with him.

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Okay I've got another one! How do you think Leona, Vil, Rook, Idia and Malleus would react if their fem reader asked them to dress up as the beauty and the beast for Halloween BUT! She wants to be the fem!beast and them as the male! beauty. Will they agree? And how will they dress up? Thanks!

Is This My Trick? (Feat. Leona, Rook, Vil, Idia, and Malleus)

Rook Hunt-

How fun! You want to dress up as the beast to his beauty? He’d agree without a second thought, believing you to be beautiful no matter what you wear.

He’d sweep you into the bathroom, where you two would do the other’s makeup and hair, a sweet melody of compliments streaming from Rook’s lips as he played with your locks, and you his. Let’s say only one of you took the night seriously, and it wasn’t Rook.

You’d given him a wide smokey eye, blended with a little gold to flatter his hair color. For a little extra pop, you painted his lips with a clear gloss, and his cheeks with a fair anount of blush, making him look more princess-like than princely.

There wasn’t much you could with his hair, so you settled instead with curling it slightly, giving him waves instead of the pin straight bob everyone knew.

His outfit was fantastically flamboyant; an indigo colored overcoat with a tail that split into two ends, with matching colored trousers leading to black dress shoes. A vertically striped vest was beneath, covering a button up white dress shirt, a blood red bow tied around his neck.

“You’ll be almost as spectacular as Vil when I’m done!” He’d clap as soon as you were done marveling at him. And with that, he set to work.

He’d tease you mercilessly, throwing you for loop after loop as he sung little rhymes laced with complex adulation, just to turn around and lightly poke fun at you. At first, he painted on a cute little button nose over yours, with whiskers flaring out over your cheeks, biting his lip as he tried and failed to muffle his laughter at your shocked face.

Wiping it off, he’d truly go all out, giving you the face you desired after you shrugged on your dress.

It was so spot on, you almost questioned if he’d done something like this before. Your eyes had been framed in a dusty black eyeshadow, creased with white to bring out your elongated lashes. Your face had been shaped with blends of browns, blacks, and white, making your cheekbones and jawline appear sharper, the makeup around you nose connecting down to your lips in a V shape.

Your dress was almost as exquisite. Long sleeved with mesh gloves, it was an ombré of blue to black, coming to a soft v-neck across your chest that was half concealed with the same mesh as your gloves. The skirt was knee length, folding over itself to create the twirling look. And, to point out your waist, a thin black belt looped around you, the same color as your boots.

As soon as you were done thanking him and gushing over your makeup, Rook bowed as he laughed, extending a hand towards you.

“Your beauty far surpasses that of a beast, but just for the enchantment of the night, let us play the roles of prince and cursed princess! We shall sweep the crowds off their feet!”

Vil Schoenheit-

Excuse me? Did—Did he just hear you correctly? You want to dress as a beast for Halloween? No, absolutely not!

It doesn’t matter how much you beg or ask, his answer remains a solid no. He can’t afford to be unsightly, and neither can you. Though, he can’t help but feel bad when you disappointedly walk away, so he comes up with a compromise.

He’ll take your hand and lead you into his extremely large bathroom, and as soon as the perfumey smell hits your face, you know something is about to happen. “I can’t allow you to walk out of my dorm looking like a beast, but I can allow you this very special offer,” he’d say curtly, sitting down before his mirror, “only for tonight, you have permission to do what you please with my cosmetics. Do it well enough, and I’ll give you the opportunity to style my hair.” He’d grin, reaching for his makeup remover to give you a clean slate to work with.

You were ecstatic. Vil never let anyone into his room, let alone do his makeup! You eagerly set to work, using his brand name materials and trying to keep yourself from bursting.

It was a little insufferable, as Vil would criticize you ever two minutes over the way you held the eyeliner, and how hard you were pressing against his skin, and—oh, for the love of the queen, stop shaking!

At the end, he deemed it of passing quality before allowing you to style his hair, of which you accepted without question. You were quite proud of how it all turned out at the end, and honestly, you didn’t really care what Vil thought.

You’d given him a thick cat eye, using a black mascara to extend his lashes and bring out the highlight of the look; the golden eyeshadow. You’d picked up a few tricks here and there, and had executed a flawless glittery eyeshadow that blended into a dark crease, the vibrant color dotting the inner area while circling under the eye. You went plain with his hair, styling it into a sleek looped updo and letting down a few strands of hair to finish it off.

Vil was in charge of dressing himself, which he’d done prior to your little makeup adventure. He’d chosen to wear a jacket of stark white, a black silk button up shirt under and a frilly cravat tied around his neck. He’d slipped on a pair of lace cuffs, the thin mesh falling around his hands, similarly to the way his white trousers fell over his golden heels, risen a good five inches from the floor.

“Don’t worry dear, you’ll be the starlight bright princess to my prince soon.” He’d smile, raising your hand to his lips as you resisted the urge to kiss him right there.

He’d use a gross amount of pink shaded items, some for only a second, and others for what felt like an hour. Though, after all of the materials had been piled onto the countertops, he’d announce that he was finished, much to your delight.

You were astounded by his skill, though really, what did you expect? This is the Vil Schoenheit, anything below exceptional was an insult!

He’d used a rose gold eye shadow to color your eyelids, darker towards the outer ends before shading into a more salmon-esque color. He’d used the tip of his finger to dab on silvery glitter, emphasizing the natural sparkle in your orbs. Your lips were covered with a petal pink, matching your dress, which of course Vil had chosen specifically for you.

It was more of a ball gown than a costume, with a billowing ankle long skirt and a tightly fitted bodice, flowy sleeves falling around your arms while nature-esque embroidery was threaded into the torso. You looked close to a fairy, practically radiating glitter and light as you excitedly clung to Vil’s arm, thanking him up and down.

“Anything for my little forest flower. As my princess, I promise you to give you an evening that will be magically gorgeous.”

(Of course, he wouldn’t really do anything. He has to keep his skin baby soft, and that hair? Oh honey, you wouldn’t know the half of it.)

Idia Shroud-

He’d be against it at first. He really didn’t want to leave the comfort of his room, especially on Halloween, where there’d no doubt be a huge party just waiting to grow his anxiety ten times bigger than usual.

Seeing your expectant face paired with Ortho’s encouragement was what broke him, though he was reluctant to dress up. “Babe... do I have to...? Can’t we just stay here?” He’d uselessly try as you’d pull him into the bathroom, Ortho bouncing happily after.

Neither of you listened as Ortho went searching through Idia’s closet, looking for the clothes to suit the occasion, while you pulled out your makeup, both of you smiling wickedly as Idia sweat dropped.

One busy hour later, Idia stood self consciously in the mirror, inspecting himself as you and Ortho made the room glow with your smiles.

You’d given his eyes a cut crease look, using a metallic blue-blended-with-gold to compliment his hair, as well as hide the bags created from too many night stayed awake playing video games. You’d chosen a mauve lipstick to match, making his lips appear full and plump.

Ortho dressed his older brother magnificently; he chose a pair of high waisted tights that hugged his hips and calves, four golden buttons glinting off the light. His shirt was rather decorative, with a frilly collar and chest, the sleeves flowing over his pale skin before being trapped in the tight wrist cuffs.

“Hmm...looks nice. But I’m not going to be the only one doing this.” He’d grin, mischief written on every frame of his face.

Against all of your protests, Idia would refuse to allow you do your own makeup. He’d snag your pallets and anything else you brought, laughing out loud when you finally sagged in defeat. In short, it was a mess.

The dress you wore, probably the only thing that wouldn’t draw a laugh from onlookers, was plain black, with a fitted off-the-shouldered top and lacy sleeves that wrapped around your arms. The asymmetrical skirt fell down to your calves, before looping back up to reveal your legs as it stopped around mid thighs. Your midnight shoes lifted you about three inches, though you were still shorter than Idia.

Now you’re makeup... that was a completely different story. Since Idia had insisted, he gave you a cute little pink nose, a line of black leading down to your lips that were colored a dark red, black dots sprinkled across your cheeks as a set of three whiskers flared out across each one.

Idia made you a cat! A cat’s not a beast, at least not usually!! When you complained, all he did was laugh and drape his arms around your shoulders in a hug from behind.

“Sorry... I just painted you as you are. You’re too cute to be a beast... I love you for it though.”

Leona Kingscholar-

No. No no no no. Nuh uh. No way.

He’d honestly be a little offended by the question, though he’d be a dead man before he let you know that.

“Isn’t the trickery supposed to wait until later?” He’d nonchalantly ask, tail whipping in the air. He may be a royal lion, but dressing in those tight clothes was an absolute no-no. He was the beast here, he even had the ears to prove it.

It would be near impossible to convince him, but after enough of your wide eyed attempts, he’d eventually break, allowing you to waltz him into the bathroom so you could tame that wild mane and dress him however you pleased. It took a long, long while before you finished, but it all was worthwhile in the end.

The result was breathtaking, in your opinion. You managed to tie Leona’s hair into a half-up half-down style, embellished with a rose pin, a simple product threaded into his locks to create waves and curls instead of the frizz you were so used to.

He was stuffed into a yellow blazer over a long sleeved white dress shirt, the laced cuffs brushing over the middle of his palms. To compliment, a pair of black pants with a gold strip down each leg followed, black dress shoes finishing the getup.

“If it were anyone else, they’d be running for the hills right about now. Let’s see how beastly you can be, my little mouse.” He’d growl, clearly unamused by your laughter as you ran a hand down his arm.

Leona would stand by, watching curiously as you transformed yourself into the beast to pair with his beauty. After you finished, he’d quite literally be speechless, even more so blown away by your choice of dress.

The makeup wasn’t anything special, you just used a little bit of eyeliner and black facepaint to paint over your nose, dragging a slim trail to your lips, which were covered in black lipstick. You used darker browns to blend around your cheekbones, and made your eyes look a touch larger than they were with a risky cat eye that paid off in the end.

Your dress was magical, to say the least. Floor length, with silky fabrics of gold and blue twisted into elegant arched and loops over the gown, the bodice fitted and off-the-shoulder to expose your collar.

By the time you were done, you caught Leona’s intense stare, maybe a hint of a blush darkening his already tan cheeks. When you said something about he, he’d merely pout before taking your arm and pulling you close, so that his cologne and your perfume mixed into an entirely new scent.

“I don’t know if I’d call you a beast, my beautiful little herbivore. Let’s go, I’d like to show off all this work. And for the record... you better give me my treat later.”

Malleus Draconia-

Oh? You want to dress up as a beast? He’d done his fair share of research on this human tradition, and had wanted to try it out for an embarrassingly long time, so he had no problems agreeing.

He didn’t have much of a designer’s touch, so he watched with an intrigued grin as you excitedly ran around gathering your materials. “Careful, we don’t want to waste that energy before the party, do we?” He’d laugh, sitting on the chair you brought and allowing you to do your work.

He was a little jumpy, but by the end, it didn’t matter as he marveled at the outcome of your delicate work.

You’d expertly woven his thin black hair into a loose braided crown that fell around his horns, half of it still cascading down his shoulders and shining in the artificial light. His eyes were rimmed thinly with eyeliner, accentuated with a dark eyeshadow.

He was dressed in a deep blue overcoat, a white button down dress shirt underneath. Around his neck was a pristine white cravat, the ends laced with black, matching his dress pants and shoes. It was rather simplistic, but suited Malleus all too well compared to his usual attire.

“Stunning. I can’t say I’m upset with how you’ve pampered me, dearest. What ever shall you do next?” He’d grin in a closed eye smile, sitting patiently as you worked on yourself.

You worked diligently, applying so many different types of makeup that he’d become a little dizzy trying to wrap his head around the names and colors. When you were done, you hardly looked like the same person. You’d used an assortment of greys and browns to rim your face, two lines cutting down your cheeks to create pronounced cheekbones. You’d painted your eyes in a thick layer of black, shimmery silver blended up to your eyebrows and highlighting your irises. Your lips were a delicious fuschia, so bright against the rest of your face.

Your dress was immaculate, a single shouldered black-and white apparel. The sleeve was made of a thin line of black lace shaped like various flowers, snaking over the colorless bodice and skirt before rounding over the hem. It was rather short, ending just above mid thigh, a calf high pair of strappy boots at least five inches tall doing basically nothing to promote your height compared to Malleus.

When you gave him a little twirl as you put away your cosmetics, he let his eyes wander over his every part of you, thoroughly enjoying the temporary view.

“My, my... You’re truly a sight, dearest. Come, let’s show them all the beauty that will surely make history.”

There we are! Honestly, it was so fun designing all these clothes, except Rook’s. Sorry loves, I had no brain juice left and could only think of his Ghost Marriage outfit.

Thanks so much for reading, and thanks to @blackstrawberrynightmare for the ask! I hope you enjoyed!

Stay lovely!

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[thornsraised]

ok here’s my twst update thoughts post except i ignore everything that doesn’t involve lilia:

first of all: yuu honey please put it together you know who gave you the card and he literally said malleus right in front of you i am begging you to rub your two brain cells together just this once you forgetful little idiot

lilia calling malleus a “ shy child ” really has me feeling some kinda way;;;;

lilikei friendship is the only friendship ever actually. good try, everyone else, but you will never compare. cater is so used to lilia’s antics and lilia just keeps up with that kid’s own antics in turn. they’re so fun and funny,,, ( and we know cater has called them lilikei as a unit before we just know it )

when do we get leona and lilia begrudging solidarity when they both realize they both have issues with rook

lilia confirmed fae twice finally jfc took this game long enough now can the vampire thing stop can this fandom realize those are jokes

i stand by idia and lilia gaming together but i guess they don’t realize they game together. damn.

i really really really don’t like lilia’s smirk at the end of his audition solely because i don’t trust a bitch and that smirk would have been in vil’s direction, and if vil is the one who is going to overblot.......... i just don’t like that smirk at all

thursday nights are soap opera nights in diasomnia

#twst spoilers // #ooc. ✕ #anyway that's my random super specific spoiler post kjHDSKJFHKSJ #i THINK that's it