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[goddessesofeverything]

Third Gift for Miss Raven

Greetings to Miss Raven! (@raven-at-the-writing-desk) I hope you enjoy! Happy Holidays to you! Your confession, during the post about Jade being jealous of Rollo, about how Rollo replaced Rook in your top three Twst boys had me wondering whether I should have included Rook, but I decided to throw him a bone, and he gets to join. 

Rollo Flamme

Although he loathed having to visit the dreaded Night Raven College, it was best to present gifts in person. Tradition dictates that one should be gifting a gift for the holiday season with the recipient present so that one might see their reactions in person. The Righteous Judge himself would present gifts to his charges in person, and Rollo could do no less if he wished to follow such an inspiring example. 

Luckily, there was no shady, filthy eel to taint your interaction with Rollo—this time. Rollo had managed to find you in the courtyard of Night Raven College, scribbling some notes that assaulted your head and wouldn’t let you go. Furthermore, even more luck on his side, you had just finished your writing when you spotted him coming up the way. Rollo deigned to remain standing, but, nevertheless, put out a hand for you to grip so that he could assist you in standing. You placed your gloved hand in his and let yourself be pulled up to your feet.

He made sure to limit his contact with you, despite the glove on your hand, to remain as professional as possible. It’s not like he wanted to hold your hand more with how dainty it was in his hold. Nope. Not a single desire to continue holding your hand until he whisked you away to Noble Bell College instead. It’s not like he actually wanted that. 

Rollo simply presented an immaculately wrapped gift to you with a simple, “For you.” The gift was wrapped in alternating purple and red paper with golden bells patterning the alternating stripes. 

You curiously took the presented gift and carefully unwrapped it, lest his delicate sensibilities be offended by ripped open wrapping paper. After you meticulously peeled away the bell covered wrapping paper, a box revealed itself to you. A set of his quills, inks, and papers that he personally used for letters was nestled in tissue paper. He had chosen this set so that you both could exchange letters. Not that he was secretly praying you would write for him to take you away to Noble Bell College. No, these letters were merely so that you could keep in contact and you could update him on your stories. 

You had told him that you admired that he still wrote handwritten letters to others because it reminded you of your own writings. There was a time in which someone had told you that “letters are not just pieces of paper. They contain powerful emotions from those who wrote them” (I don’t know if you’ve ever seen the anime Violet Evergarden but this quote is from there). You had told Rollo about this quote that you’ve heard before and he sort of sees letters in a slightly different light because of it. 

Jade Leech

Your form shivered as you shook the cold snow off yourself. What rotten luck. You had just walked under a lower branch on the path to Mr. Sam’s Mystery Shop when it gave under its weight and dropped all the snow that blanketed the branch onto you. 

What is a poor you to do? All that cold and wet slush that graced you would quickly settle into your skin and give you a cold if you didn’t change quickly. 

Luckily, who should arrive at that very moment but a bundled up Jade. Jade, wrapped up in his outfit from Harveston, saw that you had been unluckily hit with some falling snow. He cooed at your perfect, pouty face with cheeks already turning pink from the cold. You shivered and he immediately took your arm in his and steered you away from the path. You protested, of course you did. But how could you compete with Jade’s strength? He was mightily determined to get you to Octavinelle to warm up. Jade dragged you all the way to his dorm room. Luckily, Floyd had Basketball Club at this time and wouldn’t be back for some hours. This was the most perfect opportunity to present you with your gift.

He toweled you down as best as he could which turned your hair all fluffy. Leaving the towel with you, he went to his wardrobe to pull out this elegant box. A box from Harveston. 

Inside the large box, there was an entire outfit, perfectly folded to fit, all ready for you. Beautifully woven scarf, a fleece hooded cloak in dark colors, leather gloves, snow boots, and a beautiful winter dress. Everything was in dark shades of blue or black to match with Jade. 

You suspected that he was just waiting for a moment such as this: when you weren’t in a position to refuse such a gift. You still allowed him to leave the room to give you the privacy needed to change into your new outfit. With every piece, you could feel the softness of the fleece, the smoothness of the leather, and the warmth of the boots. As soon as all the elements came together, Jade knocked on the door and asked if you were done (did he have a sixth sense for this?). 

You flustered at his impatience and told him to wait a little longer, to which he chuckled. Once you had a moment to yourself, you allowed him to enter once more. The look on his face when he came in was priceless. His eyes soften and a sincere smile paints his lips. He takes a couple small steps your way to admire the alluring image of you wrapped up in his gift up close. You were too cute to resist! He smoothly tucked your hair inside the hood of the cloak and tilted your face up to meet his. Surely you would accompany him on a stroll now that you were properly adorn in appropriate winter gear.  

What you didn’t know was that the branch was heavy with snow but it still wouldn’t have come down on you. It just needed a slight push to fall off the branch. The hit from an expertly thrown snowball perhaps? It’s not that you needed to know such a detail. Not when you were so lovingly cozy in your new cloak and boots now, right? 

Leona Kingscholar

Leona didn’t really do much to invite you over to his dorm as any other suitor of yours would have. A simple “Oi! Meet me in my room tonight,” was really all he gave you before he wandered back to his napping spot in the botanical garden. If Leona himself was taking the time to request that you come see him, instead of getting Ruggie to deliver the message, you were certain to be there. You were barely in front of the door before you heard Leona say, “Come on in.”  

He chucked a gift box into your hands as soon as you got close to the bed. You might not have been the best at catching things, but Leona made it an easy one. The small box wasn’t wrapped but the brand engraved on the box was one that you recognized to be a high-end jeweler that even Vil had a hard time getting jewelry from. And Leona had just gifted you with a box from them. Your eyes widened, but nonetheless, opened the box once you spotted the expectant eyebrow raise from Leona.  

Cushioned inside was a pair of earrings. Earrings made of a magestone that he personally had dug out during his time inside the mines during the Camp Vargas trip. He saw a magestone that reminded him of you and just yanked it from the wall before taking his nap in there. He took it back and had someone craft the magestone into the shape of a feather and set it into gold. Both earrings were made to be simply classy. 

“If you’re done admiring them, come here so I could put them on for you.” Leona patted the place next to him. You crawled onto his bed and presented the earrings for him to grab. He took one out of the box and gently inserted it into your ear. You could feel the soft breaths that emanated from him as he leaned in close to see your pierced hole. He clasped the earring in before taking you by the shoulders and maneuvering you to turn to your other side so he could insert the second one. He placed the second earring in your ear and pulled away, but not before he brushed your hair behind your ear so that the feather-shaped earrings were on display for the both of you to see. 

In the mirror he handed to you, you could see the details of the feather and how it complimented your look. He informed you that the earrings also had a protection charm on them because earrings with magestones should also serve some kind of function. You were startled at finding the protection charms engraved in the gold settings in a way that made them seem like part of the design already. 

He took the mirror away before you had any other time to admire your new accessories. Instead, you were pulled to his side. He laid back down on the mattress and lifted a fuzzy blanket to cover the both of you. Pulling out a book, he asked, “Didn’t you want to hear the stories that they told us as kids in the Sunset Savannah?” 

You, of course, had wanted to hear those childhood stories he read growing up, but you never expected for it to be done this way! He wrapped an arm around you and flipped through the book that Cheka left behind on his last impromptu visit. With that deep, mesmerizing voice, Leona read to you about meerkats and warthogs making friends, of puppets having adventures, and how a certain King of Beasts brought prosperity to the hyenas. With each story, the pleasant atmosphere lulled you closer and closer to sleepiness. Before you knew it, Leona was admiring the slight rise and fall of your breaths as he put the book down. He pulled the blanket up higher so that it covered the both of you before wrapping his other arm around your soft figure and resting his head next to yours. 

Rook Hunt

You weren’t expecting to be kidnapped (not really as you were headed to Pomefiore anyway), but you were whisked into the sanctuary that was Rook’s room with just the two of you in the room. He wanted to give you his gift in the intimate privacy of a space that was just the two of you. 

Just like Vil, he had written at least 100 different poems all about you to celebrate the holidays. It was all bound tastefully together in a small book that you could easily hide in any small drawer. Each poem was accompanied with a little doodle or sketch that captured the essence of the theme of that particular poem. You had only unwrapped the gift and riffled through the first few pages when he launched into an impromptu poem that he made up on the spot. It turned your cheeks pink and gave warmth to your heart to hear him singing the praises of this cozy moment with you as you opened his gift. 

Pretty as a picture,

Your delightful visage flickers

With adoration for my poetry. 

I fall further in love hopelessly

And you can claim me a victor.

His poems for you are full of heart. You know his sincerity is unparalleled. Even if some of them are a tad more flowery than you would have preferred, it makes them more treasured because of how much thought went into them. One of the poems that he wrote for you, he recited to you himself from memory.

I am invigorated with each

Lovely writing that turns your cheeks

Outstandingly pink. I admire squeaks, 

Vivacious, with fiery wit, courageous. 

Enchanting moments are advantageous.

Yearning to spend even fleeting moments

Only serve to remind me of lovely accomplishments.

Unique, unforgettable, utterly unprecedented you.

He only asks for a hug from you more. One you gladly give. For who could resist the adoration of a person on the hunt for beauty in everything he sees.

#twisted wonderland #headcanons #gift #raven-at-the-writing-desk #rollo flamm #jade leech #leona kingscholar #rook hunt #twst #twst headcanons

[ee-furoido]

What do you think of yourself 👁 👄 👁

[Original post here]

"Well, how could I refuse answering about myself? Fufufu..."

Jade Leech

"Oh, well, where should I start?" Jade drags a finger down the list, picking out all the best attributes for himself.

"Of course, I suppose I must start with my looks. While my human form is mostly ordinary, I will say that my original mer form is quite fantastic. We have webbed fingers, and fins to help us swim through the currents. Our bodies are bioluminescent to help us navigate where there is no light. I believe that is rather "cool", wouldn't you say?"

He chuckles lightly before continuing. "I believe the next two go hand in hand. Most of the assumptions that have circulated the campus about me are very... Hm, shall I say, hurtful." He pretends to wipe a tear away. "That I am conniving, or mushroom-obsessed, or incendiary. I am much more than that, if only people would care to see the real me. I would much rather prefer the terms calculating, mushroom enthusiast, and inquisitive."

"Now, although Azul, Floyd and I are not joined at the hip, I will say that I have had a much more thrilling time at their side. I much prefer our dynamic, as opposed to any others I've had the pleasure of interacting with while at Night Raven College."

Jade's smile hide a myriad of silent schemes as he finishes with his finger in the bottom right corner. "As the paper says. I've never done anything wrong in my entire life. I am but a high school boy, what could I possibly do? Fufufu..."

He taps the paper with the back of his hand, finished and triumphant.

"Well, would you look at that. I seem to have gotten myself a bingo."

#twisted wonderland #twst #raven-at-the-writing-desk #jade leech #twst jade

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

“An emergency contact…” Yuu scratches their head. “Well, there’s one adult who stands out. Someone who has welcomed me with open arms, listened to my needs, and someone I really look up to and trust. Headmage Crowley! Do you have Trein’s cell number?”

Not gonna lie, you had me bawling in the first half 😂

Enter; An Unkindness of Ravens.

Up until now, Crowley had been nodding enthusiastically to your every comment. Feathers fluffed, eyes shut, as he bathed in the unearned praise. You could almost see his ego inflating right before you.

One adult who stands out.

A smile formed.

Someone who has welcomed me with open arms...

It grew, elevating the apples of his cheeks.

... listened to my needs...

He was glowing with pride, the most excited you had ever witnessed him.

... and someone I really look up to and respect.

His face might actually rip in half.

The you had dropped the bomb, and Crowley's entire demeanor collapsed in on itself. His shattered smile landed atop of the heap.

“Wh-What?! Professor Trein…!!” he managed to stutter out. “Did I hear you correctly?!”

"Yeah," you replied calmly. "Professor Trein."

"Wh-What exactly makes him a standout?!" Crowley demanded. When you gave him a queer look, he quickly deflected. "N-Not that I am envious, of course! I am asking as his employer so that I may take student feedback into consideration when calculating end-of-the-year performance-based bonuses."

"He's done so much to look after me and all of his students,” you patiently explained. “Professor Trein chaperoned us to the City of Flowers and taught us about its history. He ensured our safety when there was trouble afoot and even shed a tear for our moral character. I also heard from Ace and Deuce that Professor Trein oversaw NRC when Charon invaded campus.

“He always makes time to speak one-on-one with his students even on matters outside of schoolwork. Professor Trein cares about us like we're his real children and grandchildren. I'd totally trust him as my emergency contact.

“Compared to that… I seem to vaguely remember a certain someone who shirks his responsibilities at every opportunity, wastes his time on walks and snacks instead of running the school, offloads his duties onto children, and ignores my SOS calls when I was being held hostage over winter break.”

“I wonder who it could be that you’re speaking off.”

“Gee, I wonder,” you said sarcastically, staring right at Crowley. “Sucks that we’ll never know. Anyway, do you have Professor Trein's number or not?"

"W-Well!!" Crowley bristled, disarmed by your demand. "It wouldn't be very professional of me to hand out my employees' contact information as though it were Halloween candy! It's strictly confidential, I'm afraid I cannot divulge it."

He folded his arms smugly, waiting for you to change your mind, to beg for his cell phone number instead.

"Aaah, I get it." You shrugged, cool as a cucumber. "That's okay, I can ask Professor Trein directly myself. It was worth a shot to ask you anyway, headmaster. See ya!"

With that, you turned and exited his office. No fanfare, no groveling. Just... nothing.

Crowley completely deflated, cradling his head in his hands. He teased out a whiny groan.

"For them to overlook their most generous headmaster in favor of Professor Trein... Ooooh, where did I go wrong with that child...?"

#twst #twisted wonderland #Dire Crowley #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Two Ravens at the Writing Desk #Reader #self insert #glorious masquerade spoilers #book 6 spoilers #book 4 spoilers

[clockwayswrites]

#apparently my writing brain is a raven #you know #how is a raven like a writing desk #also SHINNY

[oldblog-ileft]

Sweet Big Dragon <3

Dating Malleus Draconia headcanons

gender neutral!reader, smitten!malleus, lot of fluff, hints of unhealthy relationships (it's resolved), reader is implied to be yuu but it's never explicitly stated

Malleus Draconia, who doesn't get "crushes"

~ malleus loves you

~ that's all there is to say about it, there was never a crush phase for him in his endearment towards you, he fell in love and there was absolutely no pre-stage to it

~ his affection just doesn't really work that way, it feels more akin to an obsession, but a healthy sort of one

Malleus Draconia, who easily sees you as a member of his little family

~ not much about malleus' family is talked about in canon aside from his grandmother, but it's nice to imagine that he views his retainers as his family since they're so often together and look out for one another

~ you, as his partner, are invited into that family

~ frankly, as much as he loves spending one-on-one alone time with you, he also loves seeing you around lilia, silver, and sebek

~ it gives him a soft sort of feeling in his chest seeing you with his family and holding affection for them

Malleus Draconia, who is a lot goofier than the rumors spreading around NRC give him credit for

~ although he doesn't seem it, malleus likes to be silly

~ he may not understand many modern jokes but running, dancing, pranking, playing?

~ he understands those just fine and would love to partake in them

~ he likes picking you up and spinning you around if it's something you're comfortable with

~ he just wants to make you laugh

~ he likes when the mood around you two turns goofy and you can dance around Ramshackle or Diasomnia with no real care to a rhythm, just laughing freely and having fun

~ you make him feel safe, allowing him to feel vulnerable but so happy in the process

Malleus Draconia, who likes to be babied but only by you

~ please call him cute, please call him adorable, please call him a silly shnookums

~ the last one will confuse him a bit but he's getting there, give him a minute

~ he likes when you give him sweet pet names, both cutie couple ones or renditions of his own name

~ sweet malmal <3

~ however, he only likes to let himself be this vulnerable with you and maybe someone like lilia

~ should anyone else attempt to call him adorable, he's taking it as them mocking him

~ also, please scratch the underside of his chin, his tail will absolutely appear and start thumping and that same cute, satisfied smile whenever he's talking to you will appear on his face

Malleus Draconia, who is definitely a master of all love languages

~ he's a dragon fae, he definitely has a hoard and one of his favorite things to do is find ways to gift you things of said hoard because to him it's his way of saying "you're mine and i trust you, what's mine is yours"

~ he's also a smooth talker, i don't need to elaborate on that because we all know and think about his smooth pretty voice

~ he's typically not super touchy, but he also doesn't mind it

~ that means hold him please, he's shy <3

~ he can spend hours just existing in the same space as you, doing your own things but still being aware of the others presence

~ and of course, malleus does anything he can to help you should you ever request it

~ he's still a little finicky on doing it without your request first because he worries more that he'd end up spoiling something for you by accident since he's so used to not being involved

~ just reassure him you're always happy to have him around pls

Malleus Draconia, who can be quite the cuddlebug when a certain mood hits

~ most often when he's pouty because he didn't get invited to something, malleus likes to just pick you up from whatever you're doing, find the nearest place to lay down, and lay you over his chest

~ he likes to hold you, and he likes the physical feeling of you relying on him with your head on his chest

~ but he also likes just laying his head in your lap on your thighs

~ please play with his hair and run your fingers over his horns when he's there, it makes him melt into putty

~ fun fact: if you tease at his ears when he's laying in your lap, they twitch!

~ malleus purrs and that is not debatable

Malleus Draconia, who adores every part of you

~ i'm sorry, were you expecting anything different?

~ malleus doesn't love in bits and pieces, you get it all or you get none

~ his love is like a blanket, it's meant to cover the whole of you, not just a part of you

~ like a blanket it keeps you warm, but if it's too thick or wrapped too tightly, it can get uncomfortable and suffocating

Malleus Draconia, who cares so much about every little thing you have to say

~ there will never come a day where malleus will not hear you say something and not consider it like a word from sort of god

~ there is no such thing as "he probably doesn't care" in your relationship

~ he values your opinions so much

~ he's always open to any criticisms and worries you may have, even about your own relationship, because ultimately, all he wants is to make you as happy as you make him

~ if you find something is upsetting, malleus will do everything he can to right it

~ if you tell him his love can be smothering, he may feel a bit disappointed but ultimately he still changes it for you because he knows he can still love you, he just needs some moderation

~ really, he just adores and cherishes you so much he wants you to feel happiest, safest, and most comfortable while with him

Malleus Draconia, who views you as one of the most beautiful treasures to ever enter his life

(masterlist)

#twisted wonderland #tws #malleus draconia #twst malleus #twisted wonderland headcanons #tws headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia headcanons #is a raven like a writing desk

[magniloquent-raven]

I am once again plagued with thoughts that aren't 100% coherent so imma just ramble for a bit, pls gather 'round for some stuff about Billy and body image issues cuz I'm in my feels rn.

Billy spends a lot of time staring at Nancy.

Enough that Tommy's noticed and he starts ribbing him about it. "That's one thing of Steve's you might want to stay away from," bitter and pointed. Enough that Jonathan Byers gives him the stink eye whenever he's within glaring distance. Enough that a handful of the more desperate chicks still high off the fumes of his New Kid smell have started dressing like fucking librarians in hopes of catching his eye.

He doesn't give a shit about any of it, if anything the rumour mill is helping him out for once. Less work involved in keeping up appearances if everyone just assumes he isn't sleeping around because he's too busy sniffing Wheeler's granny panties.

As long as no one guesses the real reason, it's fine. It's fucking peachy. It's one silver lining in this shitstorm of a situation.

He's so tired of his eyes inevitably being drawn to her barely-there tits and tiny waist. Every time he's bored at lunch, his gaze wanders. When he's in the library pretending to study, there she fucking is, even smaller when she's hunched over a pile of cue cards.

The longer he looks at her the more sure he is that Steve will never really want him.

Steve's slept with plenty of girls. A variety of girls. He probably couldn't afford to be too picky in this shitty little town. But he's only fallen in love once. One time. The only time it mattered what he was sticking his dick in was when it was in Nancy Wheeler.

And Billy...will never be her. Not even close.

He'll only ever be a warm mouth and a convenient hand, he'll never matter.

She's flat, and thin. Willowy, narrow-shouldered. Petite. Inches shorter than him and nearly half as broad. Thin fingers and delicate wrists. She fit comfortably under Steve's arm, she could nestle safely into his side.

And it was all so fucking easy for her. She never had to try.

She never had to piss off her dad so she'd be forced to skip meals. She never did laps around her neighbourhood until she was lightheaded and doubled over, dry-heaving in someone's hedge. She was never forced to sign up for baseball as a child, poked and prodded and guilted into it because a couple shirts were starting to get tight across the stomach, and being a momma's boy was bad enough, being a fat, lazy piece of shit too was unacceptable.

He used to think he'd done well, maintaining the physique he has. He's worked hard for it. Scraping together his savings for a weight set and keeping careful track of his calorie intake and never skipping a single fucking day of exercise, hangovers and broken bones be damned. And it's fucking useful, truth be told. More than keeping away the echo of old insults bouncing around in his head, it's made flirting that much easier.

But the more he looks at Nancy Wheeler, the more he hates the things he can't change. It gets into his head. Digs in deep, leaving scars on its way down.

He thinks Steve might've noticed.

He knows Steve has heard the stupid rumours about Wheeler, and probably chalked it up to Billy being an asshole, as usual. But it's harder to explain away his sudden tendency to go extremely still whenever Steve puts his hands anywhere on his torso. A palm pressed to his chest, slipped under his shirt, or fingertips digging into his back, or a casual fucking pat on the shoulder—whatever it is, he can't help freezing up, if only for a second, a sick feeling twisting his stomach, cold and shameful and clawing at his lungs.

And then, eventually, they argue.

It's over nothing. And everything. Billy can't explain what his fucking damage is, and Steve can't stop needling in the wrong places. They scream at each other until their throats are raw and Billy leaves when his knuckles start to itch.

He cries all the way home and doesn't eat for four days. Not on purpose. Not consciously. He's just. Fucking. Busy. He's busy. He's always gotta drive Max somewhere or dodge Neil's thinly veiled threats or lock himself in his room when bile starts to bubble up in the back of his throat and his head pounds and he doesn't think about why he's snapping at everyone constantly, he just pounds back a couple beers and goes to sleep. And then it's four days later, and he's flying off the handle at Neil, too sluggish and lightheaded to see the hit coming, and...

Steve comes to see him at the hospital. He hasn't told anyone anything but they've got him hooked up to a banana bag and the nurses keep making sad eyes at him when they come to check his stitches.

He hates it, sitting around doing nothing, being closely monitored every fucking second, it make his skin crawl, and he hates it even more when Steve's standing in the doorway looking at him.

Not for the first time, he's overwhelmed wondering what exactly Steve sees.

He's a fucking mess right now. Greasy hair tangled at the back, bruises peeking out from under the collar of his gross papery hospital gown, one eye swollen shut and a dark tangle of thread holding his eyebrow together. It feels stupid to get stressed about all the shit that usually bothers him when there's so many other things to worry about, but he still finds himself shifting in place, hunching his shoulders, hiding his hands in the crooks of his elbows.

It's sort of a disaster. Worse than last time they saw each other. Billy's not in the mood for Steve's apologies and Steve's at a loss for what else to say.

They don't see each other again for months. Steve graduates. Billy avoids anywhere he thinks Steve might be, and lies awake at night haunted by stolen touches.

He catches a glimpse of Steve through the red haze of storm clouds and cold lightning, tears blurring his vision, the Mind Flayer wearing him like a suit. Their cars collide, and everything whites out for a second.

He's in the hospital again when they finally talk. Billy rolls his eyes at "We've gotta stop meeting like this," and tries not to think about last time he was here. Steve seems more than willing to ignore it. Move forward. Guess demonic possession puts some things into a different perspective.

When Billy's released from the hospital he's seventeen pounds heavier than he was a few months ago. Every time the nurses did their check-ups and put him on the scale they'd pat his elbow, smiling encouragingly, telling him how good he was doing while he watched his stomach get softer, his biceps get less defined, watched himself disappear beneath a layer of fat.

The first thing he does when he gets home is throw up.

He doesn't make it happen. It just happens. And he blames it on the meds they have him on. It's a plausible enough reason, and it means he doesn't have to interrogate the tiny spark of satisfaction he got from losing his lunch.

His second day back home Neil asks him when he's going to start exercising again. His expression is pinched. Cold. His eyes are ice chips freezing Billy's skin wherever they touch, lingering on the softness under his chin, and where the hem of his sleeve pinches his skin.

He pushes his dinner away and grits out an answer from between clenched teeth.

He doesn't need the reminder that he's gotten weak while he was trapped in a hospital bed, but Neil gives it to him anyways. Tells him all about everything he should do to get things back to normal. Push past the pain. Work harder. He tunes it out after a while, and watches grease congeal on his meatloaf.

Eddie Munson is the first person to bring up the things Billy's never known how to talk about.

They started hanging out after Billy's most recent brush with death. Billy's not sure exactly how the got here, from buying the occasional painkiller and letting the guy wax poetic about his dumb band, to spending weekends getting high together at the trailer park. But as weird things in his life go, it's barely worth questioning.

This particular conversation starts with Chrissy Cunningham.

Specifically, Eddie's massive boner for her.

Billy's been noticing it for a while. He hasn't been letting it bother him.

He hasn't.

Maybe he likes the way Eddie smiles at him when they pass a joint back and forth, lazily stretched out and wearing three less layers than usual, and maybe he thinks about closing the distance between them when Eddie offers to shotgun, but it doesn't fucking matter. Just like it doesn't matter that Steve hasn't touched him since before the Mind Flayer and things are fucking weird now that they're on speaking terms again. None of it matters, he's just a fucking idiot.

Because Steve and his new best friend Robin are attached at the hip lately and everyone can see where that's going, and Eddie won't stop talking about tiny, pretty, perfect fucking Chrissy and her stupid ponytail.

And Billy...Billy gets winded walking up the porch steps at his house now. And he pulled a muscle in his back trying to lift half the weight he used to press. And last week he burned three pairs of jeans in the backyard because he kept grabbing them out of his laundry pile, not realizing they don't fit anymore until he was struggling to pull them up past his knees.

He's lost the one thing people used to actually like about him. Never the people he wanted, he was never enough for that, but it was something. Now he's just...

Now he's just listening to a guy he likes talk about some goddamn cheerleader like she personally hung the moon just for him.

And he's drunk. They're both drunk. Eddie in a soppy, embarrassing way, with a sparkle in his eye and a flush on his cheeks, an arm across the back of the couch, outstretched far enough that the tips of his fingers almost brush Billy's shoulder.

He wants to move closer. Thinks about shuffling into Eddie's space, curling into the warmth at his side. But it twists in his guts, sours, sickens—he couldn't, he can't. And he hates himself for wanting to.

"What do you see in her?" spills out of his mouth, bitter on his tongue and sharpened by anger he has no right to feel.

She's pretty. He expects it. She's pretty, she's perfect. She's a fucking angel even though her and Eddie only know each other because she buys drugs off of him. But she can do no wrong because she looks like a little china doll with sad eyes and everyone would be devastated if a single hair on her tiny delicate head was harmed.

Eddie only looks thrown off for a second. A moment. But he shrugs it off, leans his head back against the couch cushions and grins at the ceiling. "She likes my music."

Since fucking when.

"So, what, it's just an ego stroking thing then."

"Nah, man. I mean. Like. She's got this whole good-girl thing going on, but you should see her when I pull out my guitar, it's fuckin'...magic. When she lets herself just. Live." He wiggles his fingers in the air, arms spread, then drops them back down.

Billy's heart clenches, squeezes. It hurts and he doesn't know why. "Bullshit."

"Nah, nah. Seriously. The guy she's dating is a fucking asshole. And her mom..." he trails off, and rubs his eye. "She's just got all this pressure to be perfect, act a certain way, look a certain way, be a certain way, and I hate seeing what it does to her, man. I hate it. No one should have to deal with all that. So. I dunno. I like helping her cut loose. Sorta, find herself, I guess." He cracks a crooked smile, casting a glance in Billy's direction.

And his smile drops.

"Billy?" He sits up, cautious, eyebrows up and his eyes wide.

Billy turns away, shocked into motion, wiping at his face with his sleeve. "I'm fine. Fuck off."

He didn't notice he was crying until Eddie looked at him like he'd seen a ghost.

"Yeah, obviously."

"Fuck you."

Eddie doesn't get much more out of him that night. But he starts watching Billy like a hawk after that. Checking in on him at random. Calling if they haven't seen each other in a few days. It should be irritating as fuck, and he acts like it is, but he still basks in the attention.

Doesn't hurt that it seems to annoy Steve to no end.

Especially doesn't hurt when, in a fit of apparent jealousy, Steve shoves Billy into a wall and kisses him like his life depends on it.

The hurt comes when Steve starts to unbutton Billy's shirt and Billy reflexively shoves him away, when he wants to keep going but wants it to stop and can't tell Steve either of those things because he doesn't have the words.

So he gets angry. At Steve, for pushing it, crossing lines he can't even see. But mostly at himself, because it might be easier than standing there heartbroken but he knows it's the worst thing he could do.

And at Steve, again, when the he doesn't respond the way he should. Doesn't punish Billy for doing the wrong thing, reacting wrong, being wrong. He doesn't withdraw and save himself, he tries to understand, tries to talk it out, like this is something Billy can just say out loud and it'll all be fixed.

He doesn't explain. Not that day. But he lets Steve hold him while he cries, ugly gasping sobs into the front of Steve's shirt, curled up in his lap, collapsed on the floor and tangled together. Because despite everything he's told himself, he does fit comfortably in Steve's arms.

💜tag list ppl💜 @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove

#stranger things #billy hargrove #harringrove #mungrove #a raven's writing desk #tw disordered eating #tw body issues #body image issues

[volturiprincess]

A late night conversation with Felix

My little delusional mind at 1 am Series I am suppose to be sleeping but then this random conversation came to mind and I thought it was funny. This is a real conversation I would love to have with him.

Me: "Felix? Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?"

Dead silence....

Felix Sighs: "Cara mia sometimes you really are a mystery to me, what goes through that pretty head of yours?”

Me: "You know, mostly school but sometimes I get distracted and think about your hands quiet often, about how nice your large hand will look around my little neck. But mostly school for sure"

Felix with a smirk: "You have quiet a fascination with my hands don't you tesoro? The amount of times I have caught you looking at them never fails to amuse me and I swear I have seen you drool over them before"

Me: Umm, I think Its just my size kink that takes over me when I see you or think about you. Its not my fault your this beast of a man, but hey I'm not complaining, I quiet enjoy your size and overall your body"

Felix fakes a pout: "And here I thought you liked me for my personality but it turns out you only like me for my body"

Me: "Hey i do like your personality, thats the cherry on top Fe, your more that I can handle sometimes"

Felix chuckles: "Thank you cara mia, now I feel reassured you like me for both my personality and body"

And scene-

I was thinking about just creating a one shot about this, something along the lines where Reader has a hard time falling asleep so she just says whatever is in her mind to Felix, and Felix just goes along. Ill work on it later this week.

#felix volturi #felix volturi imagines #volturi #the volturi #felix volturi imagine #twilight fanfiction #felix x reader #a beast of a man #late night rambles #The handsome giant named Felix #twilight imagine #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #Why is a raven like a writing desk? #my delusions #volturi guard

[angryducktimemachine]

I'm sorry but last week's episode turned me into a Mr. Writing Desk and Mr. Raven Ship Enjoyer.

[ID: a digital, fully coloured drawing of Mr. Raven and Mr. Writing Desk from Hello from the Hallowoods, based on the meme of a girl staring at a guys chest.

Mr Raven is a slight, pale man with blank hair slicked back that turns into a few feathers. He's wearing a grey suit and is staring at Mr. Writing Desks chest. Mr Writing Desk is a broad man with tan skin that looks like wood and dark brown, short hair. He's looking to the left with a neutral expression. /End ID]

#hello from the hallowoods meme #hello from the hallowoods art #hfth #hello from the hallowoods #hfth mr writing desk #hfth mr Raven #mr raven #mr writing desk

[ravens-write-this-way]

1610 flirting with 42 as like 'practice'. Like he's only half serious about but 42 is dying on the inside. He tells 1610 he sucks but he's a lying liar who lies. It works on him but he would never admit that out loud even on pain of death.

And 1610 kinda gets fed up with 42's attitude and says "okay you do it then" and 42 has hit fuck it 4 shoulder touches ago and he gives 1610 a long blank look internally hyping himself up before pulling off the shoulder touche flawlessly.

1610 fucking short circuits cause that just not fucking fair. He can already admit that 42 is slightly, just a little bit cooler than him. But come on aren't they supposed to be the same person, sort of, why does 42 have game and he doesn't.

42 does not have game 1610 just can't handle being flirted with.

After that it becomes a game with them. 1610 flirts and when 42 hits his limit he flirts back and 1610 gets flustered and mostly seems to pass it off as pouting. Which 42 finds adorable.

But after a while 1610 gets a little used to it and starts responding to 42's flirting and so begins the escalation game. 42 goes to Uncle Arron for more tips and his Uncle is happy to help thinking 42 is finally opening back up to the world a bit. He's not wrong but he is a assuming a lot.

1610 goes to Hobie who gets most of what is actually going on because 1610 straight up tells him he is trying to one up 42. But Hobie can see the smaller details and at the end of the day they're 2 separate people. He may not get it but he's not going to judge.

It all comes to a head when 42 pins 1610 against a wall and the only thing 1610's scrambled brain can think to do is kiss him.

It's nothing more than a peck on 42's nose of all thing but they both freeze and suddenly the weight of the game they've been playing hits them both right in the chest. It's absolutely crushing and steals both their breaths.

"that all you got?" 42 to asks. And the tension doesn't snap so much as shift and 1610 using his enhanced strength and scant height he has over 42 pins him to the wall instead leaning in close thier lips almost touch and whispers a soft "no" before pressing a hard kiss into 42's mouth.

42 let's out a whimper he will never admit and starts kissing back. Neither of them have any real experience and they've both been waiting for this for longer than they would admit to themselves so there is too much tongue and spit and teeth.

But good things do not last and 1610 has to go back to his dimension eventually. And they both go to sleep internally screaming over what just happened.

In the morning 1610 moves around like he never woke up. Head in the clouds barely responding to anything around him until his spider sense goes off and he forces himself to focus on the here and now and not last night.

42 wakes with more energy than he can remember having in the morning and for once in the mood make something. But he doesn't have a lot of time before school so he goes all out on breakfast instead. His mom thanks him and his Uncle gives him a knowing look but 42 ignores it. He doesn't know how to explain what happened. Let the man assume what he want 42 doesn't care. He knows what 1610 mouth tastes like now. And for now he's not going to let the universe ruin it for him.

#milescest #raven's writing desk

[coincasual]

ever after high pencil doodle dump!!✨

#some ramona outfit concept sketches!! and raven with a choppy layered haircut! #a little cedar too! and a kitty and lizzie as well! #these are all doodle concepts for my ‘writing desk’ fanfic!

[ee-furoido]

hey Hey HEY what are your thoughts on the boys in 3A (Rook and L*ona)?

[Original post here]

"So eager to know about my upperclassmen, I see?" Jade sighs. "Thankfully, my interactions with these two are quite minimal..."

Rook-san

Jade's eyes doesn't meet the smile that he flashes. "Rook-san, hm. Well, I suppose as a victー I mean, willing volunteer for my dish during my tenure in the Master Chef course, he was quite useful. However, I must say I do not appreciate being stared at so forcefully by him whenever we cross paths on campus.

"As an outsider, whenever I witness his interactions with his fellow Pomefiore students, or science clubmates, I do admit that I find a tad bit of joy in seeing them deal with his... overwhelming positivism."

Leona-san

"....Well, I suppose if I must say something pleasant about Leona-san is that he is quite shrewd. Other than that, I would prefer to only deal with him when absolutely necessary.

"Although we assisted him in his shallow ventures during the interdorm magical shift tournament, he repaid us by destroying all of Azul's contracts." Jade shook his head, crossing his arms with an unamused look. "I do not see why I should have any other words for such an unapologetic man."

#twisted wonderland #twst #raven-at-the-writing-desk #jade leech #twst jade #rook hunt #twst rook #leona kingscholar #twst leona

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey headmage, remember the Tsums that came to school...twice? Well...look at this

*shows Crowley Tsum in hands*

What should we do?

Enter; An Unkindness of Ravens.

“Oh my, if it isn’t a mini-me!!” Crowley exclaimed. He excitedly scooped up his Tsum self from you, marveling at the strange creature. "Salutations, mini-me!"

The bean-shaped being perfectly fit in the palm of his hand. It matched his dress in every way, from the mask to the feathered cape and crisp suit and tie, all crowned off by a top hat on a mop of dark, loose waves. Bright yellow eyes blinked up at the new onlooker.

"Fufu, look at how handsome it is!" Crowley gushed, scratching the Tsum behind a tiny pointed ear. The Tsum shook with happiness and leaned into his finger. "But of course, anything made in my likeness is sure to be brimming with the same charm as I!"

“It fell from the sky and bonked me on the head while I was walking up the path to Ramshackle,” you explained. “It was right after got back from grocery shopping at Mister S's Mystery Shop and the Tsum started to go through my..."

"Aren't you an adorable thing! Yes you are!" Crowley's voice had taken on a high pitch--the sound of a doting parent to an infant or a beloved pet. "I'll bet you're as gracious as you are cute! Cootchie cootchie coo!"

"Um, headmaster? Headmaster? Hello-oooo, are you paying attention to anything I'm saying?"

"Hmm, what?" Crowley startled, registering you for the first time since entering his office. His tone, suddenly dismissive. "Yes, yes, I am listening and taking your report very seriously, Prefect!"

"Great, so you'll take it off my hands for me. it's been a real troublemaker, and I don't know if I can deal with and everything else on my plate."

"A troublemaker? This little fellow? Preposterous! Why, he wouldn't cause trouble for anyone." Crowley patted the Tsum on its head (which blended with its rounded body). It seemed to smile at him, bouncing in place. "Perhaps you might be able to assist me with my oh-so important administrative work? There are some documents that need to be reviewed and signed."

He lowered the Tsum, allowing it to hop onto his desk, where a few papers laid. You watched in silence as the Tsum explored its new surroundings. Poking, bouncing, prodding. His inkwell, the quill.

Anything but the documents—which went completely ignored.

The Tsum turned away, disinterested. It preoccupied itself with taking in the shininess of a nearby candelabra.

You raised an eyebrow at Crowley. It really is exactly like him.

"I-I'm sure he's taking his time! What matters is the quality of work produced, not the quantity nor how quickly is it completed!"

As he protested, the Tsum padded to the edge of the desk and stared over its edge. Then it tipped over, diving into an open desk drawer. The Tsum's rump stuck up in the air, happily wiggling as it swam in a sea of wrapped cookies and candies.

The headmaster let out a distressed squawk. "W-Wait, don't go in there! That's my top-secret snack stash...!!"

He yanked the Tsum out by a stubby foot, dangling it like a ragdoll. A macaron was in the Tsum's grasp, rapidly vanishing into its nonexistent mouth as if being sucked in by a vacuum. Crowley's eyes bulged.

"I tried to warn you," you shrugged. "It finished a whole loaf of bread from my groceries before I fished it out. Speaking off..." You extended a hand, palm up. "I'll need more monthly allowance to replace that bread."

His jaw dropped. Not at your misfortune, you suspected, but at the idea of having to shell out more money.

"Wh-What! Why must I be responsible for such a thing when I'm not responsible for the damage to begin with!?"

"You called it a 'mini-me'," you pointed out, "so take some responsibility for 'yourself' and make things right."

"I-I know I may have said that on impulse, but upon closer inspection... In what way does a Tsum that acts carefree, shirks work, and stuffs his face resemble me?!"

Uh, in every way...

"In any case, I am far too busy with my duties as headmaster to put aside time to monitor this hooligan," Crowley declared. The Tsum writhed in his hold, reminding you of a pathetic worm speared on a hook. "However, it happens that I know of a proven beast tamer who is perfectly suited to keeping him in check!"

His gaze settled on you, and your stomach sank.

Crowley grinned, approaching you and placing the Tsum on your shoulder. It immediately nuzzled up to you, nestling in the crook of your neck.

"I'm counting on you, Prefect!" he chirped, giving a strong, encouraging pat on your back. "My expectations for my students are quite high, and you are certainly no exception to that rule~"

Typical kiss-ups, both the Tsum and the real Crowley.

#twisted wonderland #twst #Dire Crowley #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Two Ravens at the Writing Desk #self insert #Reader #Yuu

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

trying to write a character fucking up at their job when they're supposed to be good at it without undermining their alleged skill is a... fine line

#badum tss #this is about fine line #if you hadn't guessed #like part of me is all ''lol this fool (affectionate)'' and the other part of me is like ''you absolute imbecile (derogatory)'' #why is a raven like a writing desk?

[oldblog-ileft]

Reqs open?👀👀

How about the octotrio with a gn!reader who has an hyperfixation on sea creatures?

Feel free to ignore

❤️❤️

Octotrio w/ sea creature-hyperfixated Reader

gender neutral!reader, fluff, can be viewed as platonic or romantic, reader is implied to be yuu (it's kind of outright stated in floyd's-)

aaaa my first request!! tysm i hope you like it!!!

Azul Ashengrotto

~ i feel as though he'd be a little... unnerved at your hyperfixation and thus vast knowledge on the sea and its inhabitants at first

~ to him, it feels odd to know that a human is so knowledgeable about a place so limited to their eyes

~ he's also quite jealous

~ you know all of this regarding his home and he could barely understand half of what happens outside of the water for the longest time, he says he doesn't pout but he absolutely thinks back on it later and finds his lip sticking out

~ he's still learning what a small percentage of the animals on land are after spending two years here and you know borderline everything about sea creatures without having actually visited the sea! hmph! not fair, he tells you!

~ he gets used to it pretty easily, and even finds himself able to relax by talking to you about things under the sea (🎶🎶)

~ it's nice to be able to talk to someone he feels comfortable with and knows will understand, aside from the tweels of course

~ he'd definitely be a little flustered if he found out you had a specific favoritism towards octopi

~ "that's me!! i'm one of those!!!" he's proud, let him have this

~ he's probably one of the best to info dump to because he's least likely to get up and walk away because he's bored like the tweels would

Jade Leech

~ he's only interested because he's glad there's finally someone around that understands hyperfixating like he does

~ jade absolutely hyperfixates on mushrooms and so there's a mutual understanding between you two

~ he's not as excitable and in your face about his hyperfixation but it's certainly there

~ you both tend to info dump on the other because neither of you really mind and you understand

~ you both go out of your way to indulge in the other's fixation

~ jade won't admit it aloud but he loves when you go on hikes with him and help him search for mushrooms or knowledge of them

~ in return, he goes out of his way to try and show you various sea dwellers, such as taking you to beaches or storing them in octavinelle for your visits

~ of course, nothing that would outright kill you if it was near you but... some have gotten pretty close

~ hyperfixation solidarity

Floyd Leech

~ i can't see him caring much at first tbh

~ he probably wouldn't even remember, he'd hear it, and then it's already gone from his mind moments later

~ but having a fixation on sea creatures probably helps you remember who his nicknames are for because you can actually recognize the traits he's lined up with people

~ that catches his attention because, really, the only one who can keep up with his nicknames is jade

~ he had an entire moment when he found out where he just got all giggly and started listing off his nicknames for people and you would answer with the person he was referring to

~ you become a lot more interesting to him after that, now whenever you bring up your surplus of knowledge, he doesn't quite pay attention to it but he does acknowledge it

~ you have full reign to make a joke about how you should start cleaning his teeth since he calls you shrimpy

~ he will take it as an invitation and jade will get involved and you will now be tasked with brushing the teeth of two eels

(masterlist)

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech #twst floyd #floyd leech x reader #jade leech #twst jade #jade leech x reader #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #azul ashengrotto x reader #is a raven like a writing desk

[magniloquent-raven]

Harringrove 😬🧸 and 💦 (since the breakup)

hey! 🥰 yall are getting tiny ficlets instead of blurbs because i have no self control lmfao especially when it comes to writing billy and his feelings

😬 confessing their feelings + 🧸 exes with feelings + 💦 sleeping together for the first time

**

He's just getting this out of his system.

That's what Billy keeps telling himself.

It's a closure thing.

He can get one last orgasm from Steve, knowing it'll be the last. He can savor it, memorialize it, commit every bead of sweat and tiny sound to memory, and then move on knowing he got everything he could from whatever this thing between them was.

Last time was a quickie in the backroom of Family Video, and Billy left before either of them said a word to each other, if he'd known...

He digs blunt fingertips into Steve's sweat-slick back. They can't get any closer, but he tries anyway, ignoring the sting of future rugburn forming on his chest where Steve's carpet of hair has been rubbing against his skin.

"Billy..." Steve says, warm and close, his nose brushing Billy's temple. He sounds fond and teasing, like he knows—

He knows nothing. There's nothing to know.

Billy turns his head, licking into Steve's mouth and stopping any dumb shit from coming out of it.

It's a bad distraction. Not because it doesn't work, Steve kisses him back with enthusiasm, but because it hurts. Billy's chest cracks open, and a terrible, wounded noise rips from his throat.

It must startle Steve. He jerks away, eyes going wide, but stopping is even worse than starting, because the second Billy's lips aren't occupied he gasps—

"I love you."

Steve goes very still.

Regret hits Billy like a bag of bricks. He's buried under it, choking on the dust. He needs out. Away. The wall he tried to build collapsed on him and he can't let Steve see the wreckage.

He shoves Steve off him and scurries back in one clumsy movement, panic making his limbs heavy, his fingers numb.

Steve catches his wrist. "Wait."

"Let go."

"You said you didn't want...y'know."

"I don't."

"So you don't want me to tell you I love you too?"

It's Billy's turn to freeze. Tears prickle at his eyes. "No," he says quietly.

There's a determined, defiant tilt to Steve's chin. "Well, too bad. Because I do."

A dozen retorts rattle Billy's teeth, and he grinds molars, trying to swallow them back. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say right now, but he knows nothing that's coming to mind should come out of his mouth.

"Billy." His voice is doing that soft, mushy thing again, and he scoots closer, sheets wrinkling around his bare legs. "I love you."

It hurts. Like it hurt when Steve kissed him. Like it hurt the first time he did something stupidly romantic for Billy, out of the blue, laced their fingers together while they were sharing a cigarette at the quarry. They were sitting on the hood of Steve's car, bathed in sunset orange, and Billy couldn't stand how picturesque it all was.

He takes Billy's hand again now, slipping down his wrist into his palm. This time Billy lets him.

💕tag list @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove💕

#thank you 💕💕 #harringrove #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #a raven's writing desk

[angryducktimemachine]

Yes a lot happened last episode. Yes this is what I'm choosing to draw for it.

[ID: a digital drawing done in a red pencil of Mr. Raven and Mr. Writing Desk from Hello from the Hallowoods.

They're both sitting slumped on the floor, leaning against the wall. Mr. Raven is sitting on the right and is leaning against Mr. Writing Desk with a hand at his chest. Both have their eyes closed and are mildly to medium covered in blood. Mr. Writing Desk has a large chest wound on front while Mr. Raven is clutching a wound at his side. /end ID]

#hfth #hello from the hallowoods #hfth mr raven #hfth mr writing desk #Hfth art #hello from the Hallowoods art #blood #cw blood