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supimjustwriting · 3 years

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You Ruined Me

Features: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, and Malleus Draconia

Author’s Note: I believe I had a bit too much fun with this. Honestly the idea I wrote for Malleus can become its own fic.

Riddle Rosehearts (Trey Clover) Genre: Comedy Warnings: Bullying, product placement

“My teeth are fine. I don’t need your help.”

It was supposed to be just another day at the Heartslabyul dorm, yet quiet whispers seemed to surround the couple.

“I heard that Riddle’s (S/O) doesn’t brush their teeth.” “Is that why they always have a closed lipped smile in photos?” “Ever since Trey mentioned it. I can’t help but notice how yellow their teeth are.”

Each word dug thorns into (Y/N) before they finally had to excuse themselves.“

Trey allow me to talk to you for a moment,” pulling the vice dorm leader aside. They mirrored their lover’s rosy cheeks while steam poured from their ears. “What have you done?”

“It’s just a passing comment. I’m sure things should blow over soon. Trends like this come and go all the time,” the clover haired male held his hands up in defense, a sheepish grin painting his lips.

“A trend? You call this a trend! I can’t even simply speak or eat without somebody. No. EVERYBODY, staring at my teeth!”

Before things could escalate further. A certain redhead entered the room, his eyes filled with worry and confusion like a child walking in on their parents arguing.

You and Trey reflexively apologize to each other, eyes glued to the ground. With the both of you explaining, each explaining their respective side. A new rule was born. At least [décor] reminders of the rule now made home to this rule flooded dorm.

The next morning a sign made their home upon the kitchen wall, followed by a picture of a smiling tooth. It was quite reminiscent of a children’s dentist office. The sign read” ALL STUDENTS ARE ENCOURAGED TO BRUSH THEIR TEETH AFTER EATING. THIS INCLUDES AFTER DRINKING TEA AS WELL AS OTHER FOOD ITEMS KNOWN TO STAIN TEETH.

Needless to say this was just another rule to be forgotten. At least they stopped talking about you and now call out each other.

[ Little did everyone know this was simply all planned by Trey to promote the new toothpaste he was working on.. It was a success. ]

Leona Kingscholar (Ruggie Bucchi) Genre: Drama/Angst Warnings: Stealing, invasion of privacy

“Anything else would’ve been fine but out of everything you had to pawn that?!”

You tore your room apart. Throat closing with each area of failure. Just where was your necklace? Taking a few deep breaths, you try to recall who could’ve visited your room. Crossing your arms over your chest, you create a mental list.

Jack stopped by to ask if you wanted to join him on his morning run, to which you grumbled softly. Still half asleep.

A while later Leona came, scooping you from your desk before holding you protectively against his chest. His body relaxing from the familiar warmth and scent your body gave. Though before you could fall asleep yourself. Ruggie popped in asking if he could have any spare notebooks laying around. Lazily gesturing to your desk, you close your eyes.

Ruggie.

“Where is it?” “I know you were half asleep but you agreed to letting me take those notebooks. You ain’t getting them back.” “Not those. You can take as many as you want but where is my necklace?”

The hyena’s face dropped as he chuckled nervously.

“Oh! That little ol’ thing? Out of your whole collection I thought you’d miss that one the least. So, I pawned it for some madol. Since it was yours to begin with, I’ll give you a cut of the profits. How does 75:25 sound to you? Sellers fees and all that,” he chirped, turning on his charming business mode.

Each word that left his lips caused your blood to boil ever hotter.

“So, you’re telling me. That you sold my only connection to home because it looked plain?”

Oh fu- He should’ve put sentimental value on the table as well. No wonder the pendant looked familiar to him. Hindsight truly is troublesome, isn’t it? With his ears pressed against his skull, a sheepish grin painted his lips.

“I could always buy it back?” “You will buy it back.”

Like a lion stalking their prey, you slowly made your way to the hyena only to be interrupted by a familiar groan.

“Oi, what’s with all the noise? Don’t you know that some people are trying to rest here?” A yawn erupted from Leona’s lips as he scratched the back of his head. “(Y/N)? From the look in your eyes. What did Ruggle do?” Nothing could hide the amused smirk forming upon his face.

After explaining the situation to Leona. You got your necklace back even quicker than promised. Needless to say a certain hyena was banned from your room indefinitely. Unless you decided otherwise. It’s your room. Leona won’t tell you what to do but he’ll throw in a suggestion here and there. Of course. Due to the talk Ruggie had with your boyfriend. He doesn’t even consider looking at your stuff the wrong way.

Malleus Draconia (Lilia Vanrouge) Genre: Horror, Angst Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, yandere themes

“Lilia, please don’t. We can talk this out! Can’t we? I don’t wanna be a fae. Please convince Malleus otherwise. I want to stay human. I want to stay me!”

You stared at the joyous fae before you. His maniacal smile never left his lips as he slowly approached your trembling form.

“Oh sweetheart. I would hate to be the bearer of bad news but this was your dearest’s idea. It broke his heart, you know?” Lilia’s voice dropped to an accusatory tone as he clicked his tongue at you. “I told him that loving a human comes with a heavy price. You can only truly give your heart to someone once. I will have you know. The other times will never be as pure as the first.”

Despite your sniffles and cowering form. He continued as if scolding a child.

“Humans have such short lives and so we talked it out. We agreed to tweak some things. Till death do us part is too tragic of a way to end a story, don’t you think? So, we decided to focus on the forever in the happily forever after. Romantic, isn’t it?”

Lilia closed the distance between the two of you. Before revealing a small vial with a pink sparkling liquid dancing within. Gingerly he held the glass to your lips, teasing you with your fate.

“And all it will take is just one gulp,” each word that followed, he tipped the glass ever so slightly.

Malleus watched the scene unfold before him an unreadable expression painting his face.

“Lilia,” his voice shook the room, filling the empty space with an indescribable pressure.

You were saved! Surely your upper classmen had to be joking, right? This was simply just one of his pranks going too far and Malleus is here to stop the teasing. Yes! That has to be it. Yet why does the draconic fae stare at you with such fascination?

“I thought we agreed that I would give it to them.”

In a fit of laughter, Lilia let your trembling form free. His eyes glowing a deep magenta as delight slowly filled him. The sight of the young couple warming his cold heart.

“Look Malleus, they’re shaking with excitement! I guess we got too carried away there,” the short haired male let out a sigh. “If only we were a bit quicker, right (Y/N)? Then we could have surprised your darling dearest.”

A soft smile crossed Malleus’ lips. “(Y/N), you didn’t have to do that. Though I am touched by the thought,” your boyfriend walked over to you before kneeling before your doll-like stature. “Let this day become a commemoration for the future years to come. I truly do love you from the bottom of my heart (Y/N). Now please, tilt your head back for me love.”

What was once a comforting embrace, now resembled a cage. His cold skin against your own reminded you of a corpse. Yet there was a soft burn coming from beneath. Love? That’s a fool’s wishful thinking.

You felt your scalp being tugged softly, snapping you from your thoughts. Gingerly long slender fingers caressed your cheek as if to remind you everything will be alright. With the bitter liquid sliding down your throat. All you could do was curse the pair from the bottom of your heart. How dare they ruin you like this?

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Riddle Rosehearts #Leona Kingscholar #Malleus Draconia #Trey Clover #Ruggie Bucchi #Lilia Vanrouge #Twisted Wonderland Yandere

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warpedtourniall · 6 years

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15 + Ziall ! :)

“Things You Said with Too Many Miles Between Us”

Zayn’s been having the “nut up and leave the band” conversation with himself for about six months and it never quite seems to take. It’ll be after a rehearsal, or in the car being shuttled between promo events, just him and the lads, and he’ll have it all planned out: he’ll tell them how run down he is; they’ll understand; he’ll still be in their lives, just in a different way. He’s got a dozen potential scripts for exactly where to start.

And then just as he’s taking a breath to speak, something will happen: Liam will tackle Louis to the floor, laughing madly, and Zayn will be struck by how much they used to hate each other and his heart will go all tender for them; Harry will surprise them all by looking up from his phone and telling one of his endless, meandering knock knock jokes; Niall will reach across the car to bump his knuckles just under Zayn’s chin, and give him one of those gut-rot sweet smiles that he seems to save up for when Zayn needs them, and Zayn… Well he won’t want to stay in the band, really, but he’ll want to want to.

It had been enough to want to want to, for a while.

So this drive to get out has been closing around him like a fist, like when he moves or breathes he can feel its edges drawing closer and closer. And it was stupid, not to say anything before now, but at first he thought… It had been stupid, really stupid. He’d just hoped, the way a dog hopes it’ll be fed, that if he just waited long enough somebody would notice his needs and relieve him. Somebody from management would look at Zayn and see the gaunt, bruised face Zayn sees when he can’t avoid a mirror and they’d put him out to pasture, send him to the farm where retired boyband members go to live out the rest of their days in peace. He could make friends with Chris Kirkpatrick, or like... Peter Tork.

It hasn’t happened yet.

So Zayn waits, and he tries not to squirm because this need to get out is one of those dime-store finger traps where the more you struggle the tighter it goes. Maybe he can’t blame anybody for not noticing how miserable he is.

At the end of tour they’re all sat in Harry’s hotel room with a gratuitous amount of take-out curry on the table and Louis and Niall yelling at each other over a match on telly. Harry’s got his phone in one hand and has summoned a tumbler of whiskey from somewhere. He looks, as he always does on nights like this, effortless, tipping his chair back on two legs and frowning as he composes a caption for his Instagram.

Liam’s been asleep for about twenty minutes. Truly, the one of the lot of them who knows best how to live. Zayn’s just thinking idly how he might join him, nudge him over on Harry’s bed and just pass out next to him, when there’s a tug on the cuff of his jeans. It’s Niall, not even looking at him, just reaching back from where he’s sprawled on the floor to check in with him. Zayn takes a steadying breath.

“Y’alright, Zayner?” Niall does look back then, his expressive mouth twisted to one side, both eyebrows up. “Look tired.”

Zayn needs to get out of this band or he’s going to die. It is a complete surety. He has never felt a conviction so strongly in his life, and the urge to say it, now, to go wake Liam up and gather them together and just tell them is almost gagging him.

“‘M good,” he says instead. He should eat something. He should try to sleep this off. “Thanks, though.”

Niall looks doubtfully at him. “‘Kay,” he says finally, and turns back to the match, but keeps his hand just on Zayn’s ankle. It’s gentle, and so tender Zayn wants to cry. Wishes it was worth it to stay here, for these people he loves so much. Knows it’s rotting him.

They’re three weeks into break when Zayn makes up his mind. He hasn’t left his house in days. It’s partly the cloud of paparazzi lingering on the street outside, partly the sort of delirious relief of having nothing to do and nowhere to go, at least for the moment. That unfamiliar feeling of belonging entirely to himself.

Towards the end of tour, if he’s honest, he’d begun to doubt his own existence. He was a body, a vessel for a voice, and the people in charge of him kept him in repair and placed him onstage and brought him off again. And whatever bright thing that had once inhabited him, illuminated him from within to make him as animate and real as Harry, or Liam, had been taken out for repairs and misplaced somewhere. He was a bottle of wine, but he had been uncorked and emptied out, so the wind could blow across him, and he could sing.

His phone vibrates dully on the bedside table.

Zayn puts on Netflix in the background - it’s whatever Safaa had been watching last, he guesses, halfway through an episode of Orange is the New Black. He hasn’t seen the rest of it, doesn’t know the context, but having noise in the apartment is a relief regardless.

His phone vibrates again, not just the percussive blip of a text message, but a series of Morse code-like bleats that mean somebody’s actually trying to call him. A publicist, or a label representative - somebody who needs him to have an opinion on a subject he couldn’t care less about, fragrance marketing or magazine covers or promo for the album.

He leans up and checks the call ID anyway, and is startled to find it’s later than he’d realized - after ten, already - and that the call isn’t from anyone who could possibly want anything from him. Nothing he wouldn’t willingly part with, anyway.

“Niall,” he says into the receiver. He hasn’t spoken all day, it feels like. His voice takes coaxing to form the words. “Y’alright?”

“Zaaayn,” Niall says. He’s got that over-bright burr in his voice that means he’s drunk, and pleased about it. There’s the unmistakable noise of a well-populated pub behind him. “Not been answering my texts, Zayn.”

It’s true: Niall’s sent him his typical smattering of life updates - photos of the new driving gloves he’s bought himself, a blurry selfie with Bobby, stories about the Mullingar crowd reconvening for the holidays. Louis’ birthday has come and gone. Zayn’s, next week, draws up around his neck like a noose.

“Been busy,” Zayn says lamely. He can almost hear Niall hand-waving it away.

“Busy, busy,” he says. “Listen, d’you have birthday plans? ‘Cos I thought you could come out here, y’know, fresh air and all that.”

There’s a noisy rustle that makes Zayn tilt the phone away from his ear, it’s so sharp. He can hear Niall breathing as he moves about, phone still pressed to the side of his face. The pub noise falls away, replaced by the staticky sound of a breeze against the receiver. Niall must’ve stepped outside. He’s probably not even wearing a coat, probably hasn’t noticed it’s winter no matter how drunk you are.

“Niall,” Zayn says. “You’ll catch cold.”

Niall laughs his hyena laugh and Zayn can imagine him on some twilit street in Ireland, his head thrown back so his throat bobs in the moonlight. The way his pale eyelashes flutter when he’s had too much to drink, and how his face goes ruddy and tempting.

“That’s not an answer,” Niall says, finally. How he always can cut right to the point with Zayn, even when he’s raucous and drunk, even when there’s naught but a phone line threading them together over the expanse of the Irish sea.

“I know,” Zayn says. He doesn’t have it in him, just now, to lie to Niall. It’s impossible to lie to any of them, really, but it pains him with Niall most of all. Niall, who values honesty in his friends over any other quality. Niall, who can be so guarded, still, that meeting him halfway requires a certain kind of radical honesty that Zayn craves and fears in equal measure.

“You’re not doing well,” Niall says finally. It lances through Zayn. The relief he feels is enormous and terrifying. If Niall knows... this is the endgame, isn’t it. He’ll either have to change or leave, and he’s known for months now that only one of those is a real solution. “I wanted to say something sooner,” Niall continues, his giddy drunk voice being subsumed by his quieter, more thoughtful one. “I didn’t, like... I thought I was letting you work up to it, but.”

“I’m sorry,” Zayn says. It’s not going to change anything - no matter what he does, how long he forces himself to stay, it’s still going to bring down hell on the lot of them. They’d been so young, signing contracts without building in emergency exits. He won’t be free of this for years.

None of them will.

“Zayn,” Niall says again, quieter. He could be beside Zayn in the bed, his voice is so soft. It makes Zayn turn onto his back and remember, when they were first starting out, how he used to wake up with Niall wrapped around him like a sloth, a column of heat all along the side of him. How they’d clung together for wont of any other comforts.

How he’d used to think about waking Niall up with a kiss, or a caress to the side of his face, before the lumbering machine of their careers had carried them further apart and made thoughts like that seem ludicrous.

“I love you,” Zayn says, because it seems important. “Go inside, you must be freezing.”

“Don’t -” Niall says, and Zayn sighs into the phone, a gust of static.

“We’ll talk, okay?” he says, and he hears the rustle of Niall nodding against the phone, forgetting, for a moment, that they can’t see one another.

Maybe they will. More likely, they won’t. Zayn rings off and plugs his phone in before setting it to do not disturb. He wonders if he’s going to die in this band.

#my fic #THANKS LOL THIS TURNED OUT SAD #ziall #queerlyalex

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loveanimalstory-blog · 4 years

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The Animals That Taste Only Saltiness

Taste plays a crucial function for many animals far beyond enriching their culinary experiences. At its most elementary level, it’s a last-ditch defense against poison, telling the eater whether to swallow or spit out a mouthful of probably lethal material. Humans can detect five primary tastes: sweet, sour, salty, bitter, and umami (sometimes called “savory”). These sensations are useful indicators of whether a food is nutritious (sweet, salty, and umami), spoiled (sour), or toxic (bitter). Until recently scientists believed nearly all mammals shared these same basic tastes. But new research suggests that the story isn't that straightforward for instance, some rodents can taste a nutrient we cannot: starches. Other mammals appear to possess lost the power to detect certain flavors. In 2005, one paper reported that cats couldn’t taste sweetness. Their genes that code for taste receptors had mutated, making them unable to bind to sweet molecules. In 2012, another study found that seven carnivorous species, including spotted hyenas, sea lions, and bottlenose dolphins, had also lost their “sweet tooths,” through different mutations. This had repeatedly and independently arisen throughout carnivore evolution just because the trait was not needed. Since these animals evolved to eat meat, they didn’t get to develop a taste for sweet food like fruit. “When the animals weren't consuming sugar to survive, there was a relaxation of evolutionary selection,” explains Dr. Gary Beauchamp, lead author of the study and director and president of the Monell Chemical Senses Center in Philadelphia. “When a mutation came along that made the receptor not work, that animal was even as likely to survive together that didn’t have the mutation.” This particular study further suggested that bottlenose dolphins had also lost the power to detect umami and bitterness. A study published last month expanded on Beauchamp’s bottlenose research. The scientists analyzed the genomes of 15 different whale and dolphin species and located that they had all lost genes necessary for sensing four out of 5 primary tastes, probably around 36 to 53 million years ago. Only the genes connected to salty detection remained functional. A similar but opposite phenomenon is believed to possess occurred with the enormous panda: It lost its taste for umami, which is connected with protein when it evolved from eating meat to bamboo. The extensive loss of just about the whole spectrum of tastes came as an enormous surprise. “We didn't know four of 5 basic tastes could are lost; we thought animals would die without basic tastes,” says Huabin Zhao, one of the study authors. “We thought the bottle-nosed dolphin [lacking sweet, umami, and bitter sensitivity] was an isolated case.” Such dulled taste might be dangerous. If toxic substances spill into the ocean and poison their prey, whales and dolphins won't be ready to detect the danger. Zhao suggests this could be why orcas are known to accidentally migrate into oil spills or why dolphins seem to eat fish loaded with algal toxins caused by fertilizer runoff. So how can these animals survive without four of the five tastes? Zhao offers three possible explanations. First, whales and dolphins tend to swallow their prey whole, and since most taste is released by chewing, the taste receptors won't be needed. Second, the high concentration of sodium within the ocean water could mask other tastes, thereby making it unimportant. Finally, it would need to do with the first, land-dwelling ancestors of cetaceans, the group that has whales and dolphins. These small, furry land animals had been plant-eaters before becoming fully aquatic, and that they may have lost some sorts of taste for an equivalent reason other carnivores did. “A dietary switch from plants to meat within the whale ancestor may account for the main loss of sweet and bitter tastes because meat contains little sweet and bitter compounds,” Zhao says. He points out that an identical but opposite phenomenon is believed to possess occurred with the enormous panda: It lost its taste for umami, which is connected with protein when it evolved from eating meat to bamboo. this might even be why the manatee—which also returned from land to water—kept its ability to taste, says Beauchamp. It still eats plants. Seeing as cetaceans lack such a lot of the variability of flavor available to most other mammals, there’s also an issue of what keeps them motivated to stay eating. John Glendinning, a biology professor at Barnard, hypothesizes that whales and dolphins are influenced by other factors that “reward” them for feeding. Perhaps the “post-oral stimulation of feeding,” or the positive feeling they get as nutrients get digested, drives them to stay hunting. Another possibility might be that they need other taste genes, not yet known to science. “It’s very possible that there are receptors that we haven’t yet discovered,” Glendinning says. “We can’t quite conclude with certainty that these animals don’t taste anything. But it’s certainly true that if they're [tasting], they aren’t using the regular suspects.”

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