urstruly-ghst

[urstruly-ghst]

back on stage because i finally have gotten back on my feet, i miss my blog (and writing) so im back hehe.

im so happy to be back because omg after being accepted in one of the top universities in my country... i learned i shouldn't write because i want engagement, im now writing what feels right that means more twst (and maybe! maybe different ocs from twst -3-)

for my yuuken series, chapters are under editing

for my requests... idk they're rough... -3•

for my commissions, still waiting on PayPal, they won't reply 😔

bUt all is good in ghst town see u when i see u besties

#chats with ghst

[urstruly-ghst]

prom night with pre-nrc deuce spade pt. 2 !

note : part 1 here!

Upon your arrival at the prom event, you were almost swept up by your friends. They still don’t like the fact that Deuce Spade is your date and not that handsome man that Deuce punched. You rolled your eyes, feeling like you’d sucker punch the guy too! However, before they can gossip about anything, they are shocked to see the local boy delinquent Deuce, all prim and proper. Now they can see why you’re head over heels for him?!

“You’re here!! Finally!” The collective beehive you call “friends” squealed upon your arrival. They huddled over you, making you slip from Deuce’s grasp. You gasped, trying to return to his side, but your friends adored snatching you up for their view. They complimented you, twirling you and throwing comments that you have heard so many times by now. Deuce watched, a bit pissed off but amused by your reaction of distaste. 

“Ugh! You’re here all dolled up, and I’m guessing that Deuce is still in his old get-up of greased hair and lame biker jacket!”

“Yeah! I bet he’s not even here!” 

You glared, though, never put it past them. Deuce beat people up and was generally a violent person when given his first impression, but they always gloss over the fact Deuce hasn’t been punching people for months and has been approachable to a degree! Then again, it was still a hard adjustment– you just wished they put trust in your own words as they know you!

Before you can go on a spiel for Deuce’s honor, said man pulled you to give a show. He was planning to show you off in many ways tonight! Deuce coughed loudly and took your hand before gruffly stating you both were to leave their graces for the party. However, after that statement, your friends squealed louder.

“OH, MY GOD. DEUCE SPADE?!”

“Oh. He is fine….”

“Please tell me that isn’t him?! Oh, (Y/N), I totally get you now. I can hear you out on this one. On any Deuce Spade-related topics!”

You felt jealous; their blatant gawking at Deuce makes you shift in your place. As much as you reprimanded Deuce about violence, you wanted to slap them at that moment. Deuce flushed, unused to any attention from others, making you more jealous. 

Maybe Deuce sensed it, how you gripped onto him harder, or maybe because of your grumbling. But, all of that eased when he (so unclassy) kissed you smack on the lips with a furious need. You gasped, feeling at ease but shocked at how his very soft lips were on yours in front of your friends.

Pulling away from the kiss, he whispered, 

“I’m yours, remember?”

Now, onto the actual party section! The party is what you would expect any high school party to be: extraordinarily corny yet well-thought-out party decor, neon lights that would strain your eyes sometimes, blasting music from the DJ, and sweat. It wasn’t as cool as they hype it out, but you find yourself at the moment. You scream as if it’s your last party, and you jump in place with Deuce guarding your step. It was fun. But, the real kicker is the slow dance portion– the nightmare of every socially awkward student as partners line up basking in the mood—the mood of romance. 

You were buzzing, like literally buzzing, as the party went on. While Deuce found it lame, he found it bearable because of your presence; he has been through parties that are wilder with lots of unhinged behavior. But he was content with cheesy high school parties like this because of you! Not to mention his happiness skyrocket whenever you smile. 

However, none could prepare him for when the music slowed. The mood shifts from “let’s raid” to a more minute perspective where it feels intimate. Deuce felt his heart pump faster; how you slowly turned to meet his eyes made him feel faint; he never danced. Raids were just jumping and getting wild; this felt surreal– like you can’t mess up because it’s a song meant to relax you.

But it doesn’t relax him. It makes him tense when the eyes that were never on him are now focused on the two of you. Deuce never felt looks when he was with you. 

Without thought, he dragged you out of the floor. 

Deuce isn’t a man of sophistication as much as he would like to be– he’s more reckless and uncaring of decorum. He always goes in so rough; steps are choppy from him dragging things to make things faster. His words are sharp like a knife when talking, brutally honest, or downright cruel. However, those things of harshness or lack of etiquette changed when he dragged you to the dance floor. It was gentle, so delicate, and surprisingly soft. Maybe those online videos do the trick because he was different when he did the small box steps to guide the dance. Deuce can sway you more fluidly, and most importantly: he didn’t step on your toes.

“Is this cool with ya?” Deuce asked, scared and nervous that he wasn’t doing things to your comfort level; he cradled your back while swaying gently to the beat and rhythm. Deuce stared at the ground, conscious of where his feet were going and if you were uncomfortable with the pace he set. Was this going well? Is it a good memory? Did the countless nights practicing the waltz pay off– or was he doing this wrong, and you’re pitying him?

As if you can read his mind, you pat his head and smile as you sway slowly with him in tow. While he may think he led the dance, you did your fair share of leading, especially when he seemed so lost in his thoughts. You start to wonder if the music playing was always low– or did you get lost in the moment?

It didn’t matter.

“I’m chill with it.”

The night of partying was fun all along. Maybe Deuce liked the cheap punch and fantastic finger foods, and perhaps he did like dancing to PG-friendly songs or club music. He leads you back to his favorite spot as the night comes to a succession. In the open field, he removed his jacket, opting to give you some extra warmth. However, instead of a happier conclusion, he sighed and held a letter to you. It was the acceptance letter for NRC… He was leaving.

Deuce fidgeted the entire night; he had been trying to make this night great. He put so much effort into making this so fun for the both of 9mostly you) because he fears that the acceptance letter means he would be separated for a long time from you.

However, he let all his worries fly past him at one point. You were here, right? You made him relax, offered him the best bits of the food tonight, and gave him kisses you always shy from. Speaking from the bottom of his heart, he thinks this delicate balance between you two is wonderful. He was so filled with passion and love. 

Yet, the worries clash in him as the night ends. He didn’t like how the glitter on the floor didn’t stay there. Deuce didn’t like how the people lessened as the party’s music slowed until it faded to nothing. He didn’t like how it was midnight.

It meant it marked an end to his final night with you.

So, here he was, out on the field. His sacred place, a quiet yet fulfilling view of his hometown. Alongside his sacred area is his safe place… His safe person; you.

“I got accepted into the dream school I kept telling you about. It's on another island… and well….”

You were silent. You stared hard into the envelope before laughing in pure joy. Deuce stared in shock as your smile turned infectious. While you were sad, you knew one thing: this is Deuce. He’d never let distance nor a new environment change his affection for you– he made sure it was tattooed in your mind. 

“You won two times tonight, prom king! The titular title of the night and your dream school? Score!” 

Maybe prom night isn't all as bad as those movies say, Deuce thought, as he stared at you and leaned in.

"I won another time, too.", he leaned in close so your lip brushed against each other, "I won when I became yours."

He ended the last night with you with a kiss, making a mental promise that this last night won't be the last night he is yours.

He's always yours. Just like you're always his.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade #pre-nrc deuce

[urstruly-ghst]

cw: i curse. im angry. and im tired.

breaking out of my hiatus to reply to that one anon i won't entertain anymore!

i write fanfic because i like it. PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO WRITE SOMETHING JUST FOR FUN.

why must everything i write have to be transformative? why must my writing must have some hidden agenda that promotes a social movement?

i'll say this once: im never against people writing a piece of fanfic/media to revolutionize what's here. I'll never get tired of seeing it. but for fucks sake, if im not writing it; don't demand me of it.

basically what im trying to say is, fuck off! don't like my works? block me. don't like me? block me!!!

i'll also say this. you're a loser if you think everything has to be for a movement. you're also weird if you background check on your authors and artists for their personal agenda (anon u're so weird for scrolling down to 2020 to find my posts that had typos or felt "not inclusive")

which, while i understand wanting not to support problematic people, but harrassing me and spamming me oh so many links of my own works you felt lacked diversity says a lot about entitlement. i can be out here supporting something for it but you don't know right??

because im here to write silly fanfics about being in love with twst characters.

i can't cater to all, as much as i would like to, im still learning from the moment i stepped into writing.

and finally...

im not your babysitter and im not your parent to monitor you. nor someone that can give what you request all the time.

if you're own legal guardian or parent can't monitor/cater your needs (especially as a minor) then don't expect random strangers on the internet to cater to you <3

that's all, anon! fuck off from my blog and let me go on hiatus because i actually have a life to fulfill. from international competitions to moving from a college to one of the Top 4 universities in my country tnx <3

and out of spite, i'll post my drabble of leona

#chats with ghst #rants by ghst #hiatus break #cw: curse words

[urstruly-ghst]

this is ghst dropping by with a few announcements.

one, i would probably take a hiatus once more. it isn't because i lost interest in twst, its because one of my favorite idols has sadly passed away.

many of you may not know, but im a huge astro fan or aroha. being an aroha gave me so much inspiration to write because,, honestly, idk? they just click into my brain. so seeing moonbin, my bias and someone i had the privilege to meet and see perform live, on the news declared as dead... i honestly can't bring myself to write the romance my blog usually produces. its hard seeing the person who has been inspiring me for a long time pass so suddenly.

announcement two. im dropping posts and will still continue to block spam bots/blank blogs. on the span of my hiatus. blank blogs are now being slowly pushed out of my blog to avoid spam bots and drowning my content to not reach the algorithm.

announcement three. im compiling all my works to a masterlist, since i published a lot, this might take some time. i requested help already, but if you want to help, i can always look into it!

i hope you'll still find it in your graces to support me. thank you again for understanding.

this is ghst, logging off, see you!

#chats with ghst #hiatus announcement #tw. death

[urstruly-ghst]

hi, this is ghst. uHm-- i dont think there's any better way than to word this: im going to start blocking people here.

i guess its because most if not all of the people i see here are blank blogs who spam like and that's it, while i get you wanting to stay anon— spam liking with no rbs doesn't motivate me the way you think it is.

alongside my paypal still being wonky, i guess the amount of blank blogs and spamming is affecting me and my writing. to those who only like, i appreciate you! but i do hope you reblog too, each reblog helps me get feedbacks too!

that's all! please do heed my words. i feel like a lot of writers also want less spam likes and more rbs!

#chats with ghst

[urstruly-ghst]

>:( paypal not working because they said "ur bank invalid" what if i invalidate u huh

#chats with ghst #rants by ghst #but im still convincing them

[urstruly-ghst]

uhhhh weird question possibly but are you messing with your kofi rn? I can't donate or see a commissions section anymore :x Just wanted to check with you before I put in a support ticket on kofi on my end

oh! that's weird, i haven't touched the ko-fi section at all! im going to tinker it later to see if something is wrong :]!

ty for considering me! i'll update via dm or with the reply section here!

#chats with ghst

[urstruly-ghst]

have you ever seen us in the same room?

wondering if me and @urstruly-ghst are the same fucking person because of this post

#reblogs of ghst #but like... what if...

[urstruly-ghst]

okay but i got a new idea all of a sudden, so by tomorrow, leona fic/drabble soon !

#chats with ghst #he's so babygirl actually.

[urstruly-ghst]

me will reblog this because homie is a broke college student!

the time has come!

The halls of the unforgettable will always bring Ghst into confusion. What is with those who hold the thrones in the hall did the meek one not possess? Oh! Right. Spare change...?

GHST'S COMMS ARE NOW OPEN!!! WOOO YEAAAH

while i have been admittedly dead, that is because of my faults and schedules. believe it or not-- i was in line for 2 competitions (both local and international). and went to a concert that stole my wits!

but i am back from the dead to give out comms that were way overdue on my end.

i do hope you will support me in this comms (that are only available for 20 slots!) to get me some funds for my own use and my family! i assure you each one of the money you will send to me will be spent accordingly, and you will get more crumbs-- scratch that-- full meals from me!

(link is found on the "GHST'S COMMS")!

BUT BEFORE YOU CHECK ME OUT-- here are some clarifications:

-- FAQS --

Are other fandoms allowed?

Yes, however, TWST is a priority. If I deny your request for other fandoms, I have no knowledge of the fandom whatsoever.

Will NSFW works now be available?

NSFW is now available! However, please note that I won't always write NSFW! I still find it difficult to write. I can also reject the offer altogether.

Are the rules the same?

Yes, all my rules on this blog will still apply. That means "forbidden" characters are still not to be written. If you want to have "forbidden characters", message me and we'll see if I can offer you any material.

#buy me a kofi #reblogs of ghst

[urstruly-ghst]

prom night w pre-nrc deuce + goody two shoes reader! pt. 1 !

note : this is split into two parts because i had a blast writing this scenario. despite the gifs, this is gn! reader might make a separate ver for others !

cw : gn reader, violence (it's still pre-nrc deuce!)

deuce spade

Prom night with Deuce Spade, the local delinquent, was bound to give you an earful from either side– your parents and friends huddled over you to stop you from even saying yes to his “promposal.” Sadly, their efforts were in vain, as you asked him out.

“Oh! Child, you are becoming more like that punk each second!” screamed your mother, your father sent a disapproving look your way while your friends gasped. You smiled cheekily; tea time with them is fun. Deuce sat beside you, flushed as you sweetly offered more tea in front of an enraged crowd. 

While you received an earful for even asking him out, Deuce received many threats and nagging from anyone who deemed him too “unmodest” or “unfitting” for your special night. Deuce at first scoffed; it’s an overpriced paid night where a bunch of kids sweats in their fancy suits and prissy outfits. Socials, Deuce laughs. He ain’t got time for that. He’s busy being with his baby?!

Deuce was walking down the hall, bag filled with books as per your request, when someone pulled him aside. He was shocked. First, someone pulling him is almost like a death sentence. Secondly, did they think he wouldn’t land a punch on that person’s face?

“Ah! YOU–!” The person, someone from the jocks, Deuce assumed, howled in pain as Deuce’s fist collided with his face. Deuce smiled wickedly. No one dares to touch him unless it is you. From the timing, Deuce could guess this was about prom again. 

“Next time, if there will be any, try not to disturb me, ya hear? If this is about my baby going to prom with me, let’s settle this. They’re mine, and I’m their date and boyfriend. Now, scram. Your fancy ball awaits your sweaty hands!”

The jock whimpered before scrambling to run. You peeked from the corner, feeling guilty that Deuce had to deal with these pricks who think they know you. Deuce spotted you and waved, that same wicked smile still displayed.

“Oh, babe, you’re here. Need anything?”

Even if those disasters always end with Deuce walking away victorious, with his hand circling your shoulders, he still feels bummed out that people would go to lengths to separate you from him. He would rant about this to his mom, scared your perspective of him would change after he admitted that some comments get to him. 

Deuce, while rarely had tears in his eyes, found his cheek stained with stray tears. He scoffed. How pathetic he is to cry over some comments online and in real life. However, it still hurt in a way. He knew he wasn’t the best choice as a partner, but don’t people see he is trying to be as better? Not for them, Deuce would never change for them, but for you and his dear Ma. Unknown to Deuce, his mother saw him slumped over and had half a mind to know something was wrong. While it was evident that she was still feeling gloomy over his change from a sweet boy to a gruff delinquent, she knew that her Deuce was still the same beaming boy she held in her arms.

“Deuce, sweetie, what’s wrong?” Her voice snapped Deuce from the trance he didn’t know he was in. Deuce tried to laugh it off, shrugging it as nothing, but he couldn’t. He choked up a bit. Troubles always piled in the back of his mind, but ever since your goody-two-shoes stamped on his heart, he knew that things would resurface. 

As scary as it was, Deuce let himself crumble as he clung to his dearest Ma. He won’t say it out loud just yet, because saying it would crush him too much. So he settled with his tears and hugs. 

He’ll be fine.

On the actual night of the prom, he went all out. Instead of his usual shaggy and somewhat greasy blonde hair, he washed it thoroughly and slicked it back (even though it made him recoil each time he passed a mirror). For the suit, he made sure it matched your outfit. No, he doesn’t know your outfit, but Mrs. Spade told him vague details since she accompanied you and your parents! When the grand reveal happened, he had to be restrained not to curse from the sheer shock. 

Oh, Great Seven, you are so… breathtaking. Each intricate design that spiraled around you made you look like a painting. Your eyes shone brightly, and your smile— made him feel like the first time he saw you. Is this what having a crush on your partner feels like? 

“Oh, Deuce, they look so magnificent! Come on, photo time!” Mrs. Spade spoke joyously as she scrambled to take pictures of you two. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around Deuce’s, whispering how you found him way too handsome tonight.

“Gee, Mr. Deuce Spade. So formal, and what’s the word? “Prissy” All for me? My, how am I so lucky?” Though flattered that his efforts paid off, you teased while Deuce grumbled about how ridiculous this was.

“‘Yer jus lucky, babe.”

“Language, Mr. Spade,” Your mother said; he jumped as he forgot he was in your parent’s abode. He nodded and apologized, gripping your hand for comfort. Though, both of your parents were tightlipped on how they despised that you went with him. They can see how you adored the boy, so while they hesitated, they knew this was your experience. At the same time, they grew to like Mrs. Spade, so not all is bad!

“Alright, the camera is set up! Say cheese!” Mrs. Spade announced. You adjusted yourself before looking at Deuce, silently asking for his approval of your looks. What surprised you was that he was already staring at you, fondly giving you a message in his eyes. Though, he wasn’t as sophisticated as he thought he was! His eyes drooped, a red flush on the tip of his ears, and a trembling lower lip. 

Deuce looked like those cartoony men that had heart eyes. 

“Hehe. Love ya, Deuce.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst deuce #twst deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade

[urstruly-ghst]

okay but i know i said my hype boy is deuce spade, but like... ace.

like ace is a bastard, i enjoy his character (pls dont spoil me on chp 7 I'M STILL CATCHING UP) and will continue to love him.

HE ALSO IS SO CHEEKY I LOVE CHEEKY MEN.

thoughts on ace trappola with a riddle like reader but reader defo cooler (xoxo sorry riddle)

LIVE LAUGH LOVE IDIOTIC DUO

#chats with ghst #ace ace ace this. WHY CANT HE ACE A TEST #xoxo love u hype boys

[urstruly-ghst]

pre-nrc deuce spade hcs dump!

note : i always imagined pre-nrc deuce as the classic trope of the 50's-80's trope bcz HIS JACKET... anyways, i might drop a fic of prom night deuce! is he going to be a staple now... yeah. he's my hype boy!

cw : gn! reader (but one part, i say "for the girlies" that is for the girlies!) food mention!

deuce spade

Deuce has always had a knack for fixing things with machines, so when any new features of the magic bike come out. Still, he can’t afford it (which is most of the time); Deuce would meticulously read every article to recreate it with his rooky magic and somewhat expert skills. 

The guy had many inappropriate photos from a particular magazine before he dated you; when Deuce knew he was serious with you, he burned all those photos. In front of his mom too! (Though his mom just thought he was burning old test papers). Must prove he is an honest guy, ya know?!

While he likes calling you things like babe, sugar, darling, and the like, he actually prefers to call you by your name because it sets you on a different standard from his other flings. Yes, flings.

Pre-NRC Deuce isn’t a player, but he needed some flings here and there to keep some reputation up. It wasn’t all that serious—a few waist-holding, gigs, and a ride on his magic bike, and boom. Week over, and so is he. 

He religiously avoids slang when in your parent's house. Deuce is not the prim and proper boyfriend your parents dreamed you would have; hell, they never dreamed the delinquent would fall for their precious child! Fate truly brings a rowdy punch to your dreams!

He never washed his jean jacket because he was scared it would fade in color. Deuce learned that he should’ve cleaned it after the moment you avoided him like the plague. It smelled like sweat and grease! 

He would take you out to prom and then never dance with you because he felt like the stares of people were overwhelming. (You both danced underneath the stars, though! 100/10! It was way better than cheap gymnasium lighting.)

For the girlies, he likes to tease you when you wear very light pink clothing and calls you his “Barbie” (if that ever exists in TWST, but let me have it!), but he refuses to be Ken because “Ken’s a prick, shows up in that plain and prissy attitude!” 

Gifts from him are so sweet! Plus, it's a good pick because Mrs. Spade helps in the gift-giving! The gifts range from practical, and so like Deuce Spade with the spunky little flair you always see him in.

Once upon a time, Deuce would sneak into your house just to eat a helpful of fries and burgers from a local restaurant chain that he always slumps in for a late-night snack. He’d bring his phone and plug in an earphone to share with you as you listen to a podcast or your playlist.

Deuce loves your playlist; it is PINNED on his home screen.  

MORE PRE-NRC DEUCE SPADE NOT KNOWING WHERE TO GO FROM HERE TO THERE BECAUSE GOING TO NRC MEANS LEAVING YOU.

Wait, imagine prom night was also the night Deuce slowly eased into his now NRC persona. OR HIS ACCEPTANCE NIGHT.

The fights you two have always end with you both crying. Healthy relationships are hard to maintain, but you both fight for this!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst deuce spade #twst deuce #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade #pre-nrc deuce

[urstruly-ghst]

immortal human + younger! malleus

note : the story has an immortal human, but would soon turn back into their mortal ways

tags : gn reader

malleus draconia

What was it like to be torn into a million pieces? You and Malleus were still determining what went wrong. It was giving up something that lasted for centuries, giving up a taste of forever for a moment of temporary life. Instead of renewing the vows of eternity, the bond you so carefully bonded with hopeful whispers and promises, you turned away. You were not scorned, not even bridled with anger, just longing. 

Longing for the humanity you traded for 500 years of endless love.

As you stared at Malleus, who begged you with eyes you could never find in yourself to say “no” to, you let out a few tears. Five hundred years have gone by so fast with him; those years are something you would relive all over if you could.

“Is this really what you want?” Malleus asked, prodding you once more. He knew the answer, but this little part of his brain hoped. It clung on what little hope his heart could handle. You stare at him, smiling sadly; leaving him wasn’t easy. It would never be.

"Honestly, I'm not sure myself. Your majesty, if I'm being honest, I'm terrified." The fear that Malleus thought would never shine through with your bold decision manifests thickly into the air. Malleus bound the spell to be in full effect soon. Afterward, the two of you will be torn apart physically and mentally. The bond of two faes will diminish until a human heart emerges. 

Malleus, for the nth time, begged for you to change this. You’re still a fae; if you back far enough, you will remain that way. Maybe, if it weren’t the human heart within your ribs, you’d jump into the spell that is Malleus pleadings. His voice is an enchantment you have drowned in for over 500 years. It was all too simple if you gave in once again. 

However, that human heart beat in screaming colors– wildly contrasting the dark scape of the Briar you have lived in. Malleus still shined through it, but it was nothing compared to the thrum and chase humanity offered you. 

“Am I out of your grasp yet, your majesty?” You teased, shaking as the colors you have not seen within the last centuries began swimming in massive swarming waves. The breath you didn’t know you were holding coiled your stomach as you sat up, reaching into what you could never explain to anyone. It was as if you were reborn to a place you knew where you belonged. 

As you reach that space, your head turns to Malleus for the last time. Oddly enough, you feel as if you fell in love again. The warm entanglement called love somehow still reaches what people call a break-up; it baffles you.

That fuzzy feeling, the glorious and brightening feeling, still is present when you look at him. Malleus Draconia bewitched you even at the moments you’d leave him. Was it a folly of the human heart? Was it just your sentimental feelings resurfacing as you reached what is now an end?

Perhaps it was the aftereffects of the spell? Or could it simply be because you never stopped loving him? 

“Your majesty?” You piped up as you felt lightheaded already. Malleus gently caught you as you felt like the world spiraled around you. Malleus had a panicked look, terrified the spell backfired on you. He was cursing his magic and was rushing to get physicians to assist him; however, you stopped him. Malleus stilled. Any touch you give renders him weak.  

That was when he knew that this exact moment was when things ended. No amount of begging can undo your decision and the spell.

So, instead of pleading with all his strength. Malleus listened with a bleeding heart.

“I still love you. Please remember that as I exit Briar Valley. Once I release myself from the woods, once I am in the clear– know every fiber of my being is bewitched on you alone, your majesty.” Malleus knew of your devotion towards him. No matter what happened to the both of you, he knew that when you shall be human again– his love will be ingrained in you.

“What are you saying, my love? Of course, I shall know. Even the soil you tramp on carries whispers of our love; I am sure of it. Each particle that has ever witnessed our love shall carry it for the world to see.”

You grinned. The love you both shared would surely never fade, but your heart longed for something beyond what that love could give. Selfish as it may seem, you both knew that once the heart beats– you’re gone.

“Please let me hear you say it to me once more, Malleus… Please say you love me.”

Malleus, while shakingly holding his tears, followed each command. 

“I have loved you for 500 years. I love you to this exact second and will continue loving you. Until the day you are cruelly taken away from me again.” 

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twst malleus #twst angst #twisted wonderland angst

[urstruly-ghst]

the time has come!

The halls of the unforgettable will always bring Ghst into confusion. What is with those who hold the thrones in the hall did the meek one not possess? Oh! Right. Spare change...?

GHST'S COMMS ARE NOW OPEN!!! WOOO YEAAAH

while i have been admittedly dead, that is because of my faults and schedules. believe it or not-- i was in line for 2 competitions (both local and international). and went to a concert that stole my wits!

but i am back from the dead to give out comms that were way overdue on my end.

i do hope you will support me in this comms (that are only available for 20 slots!) to get me some funds for my own use and my family! i assure you each one of the money you will send to me will be spent accordingly, and you will get more crumbs-- scratch that-- full meals from me!

(link is found on the "GHST'S COMMS")!

BUT BEFORE YOU CHECK ME OUT-- here are some clarifications:

-- FAQS --

Are other fandoms allowed?

Yes, however, TWST is a priority. If I deny your request for other fandoms, I have no knowledge of the fandom whatsoever.

Will NSFW works now be available?

NSFW is now available! However, please note that I won't always write NSFW! I still find it difficult to write. I can also reject the offer altogether.

Are the rules the same?

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[urstruly-ghst]

the archer - rook hunt x reader

cw: drabble, open ending, mentions of weapons (bow.. cuz rook), and threats !

note : i was severely burnt out, but i want to experiment with my writing, so here's a lil test

rook hunt

One thing that Rook has honed as a Hunt was his aim. The world is too quick; he has to be faster than ever to aim at a goal. Rook is an archer, pulling the string that holds a decision irreversible once it hits the prey. He grew up in the lands of beasts; his blood was born with the determination to be the best archer to survive. For what is a Hunt who can’t be an archer to carry on living? 

That was his mantra. Each time he aimed, the grip on his bow would never falter, and his eyes locked on each breath that escaped his target. Rook later learned that being an archer is as vulnerable as the prey, but the difference was where they stood. Rook vividly remembers feeling lost when he first held onto his bow. The pain of his arms when he was to pull on the string that resists, the unnatural bend of his arm when he was untrained to hold one. It was odd, he had a weapon, yet he felt weakened by the eyes of the target.

Rook swore that that incident would be the last time he would be caught off guard while holding a bow. 

But why was it happening again? Now in his 3rd year of college, Rook Hunt should’ve fired the arrow. It should’ve pierced you. But why was the hand still on his bow? You stared, frightened; the aim was targeted at you.

“What is this, Hunt? Shoot the arrow.” A gruff voice echoed; the fear was freezing your body. Rook tensed, yes– he should shoot the arrow. But, by the Seven, he can’t.

The anger and confusion that spread in his mind made his aim sharper. It was evident the moment he relaxed; the arrow would pierce him most horrifyingly. While not literally, Rook knows his arrow will hurt both of you. 

“SHOOT IT NOW.”

“Please… Rook. No.” Two voices corner him. Ah, it has been a while since he felt this vulnerability. Rook kept still, his bow outstretched– ready to shoot– while he breathed in the whirlwind of emotions pushing and pulling his morale.

“You’re my friend, Rook… You would never, right?! I can see right through you! You’re not as wicked as you believe you are!”Rook, at that moment, felt his heart and brain zero to nothing.

You saw right through him, even when he believed that wasn’t possible.

“Am I truly an archer if my prey could see right through me?” Rook said. He laughed; it was all ironic. Rook felt so open when he calculated each person with him. It felt so overwhelming, then…

Rook’s arm bent.

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[urstruly-ghst]

i have thoughts

imagine ... deuce spade

- first meetup for a "study date"

"So, you're early than expected, Spade." You note casually, dressed in your casual attire for a meet up with the infamous delinquent. It's been over a week of trying to tutor the knucklehead to get at least 70 percent of the material for the finals.

"Uhm... Y-yeah. Yeah. 'Course I would, babe. I gotta get em screws in my brain into place if I want to ... See you .. everyday..." Deuce mumbled lowly at the end, making you wonder what did he truly say. You decide to ignore him, he always had some comments about how this sucks. Yet, due to your dismissal of the notion, you fail to notice the tense muscles Deuce had when you so brush against him.

"Ready?" You prepare, even if you loathe teaching, Deuce was someone you care for in a regard. He was definitely a scare to some, but he was someone you can rely on to keep on his words.

(You strictly remind yourself that Deuce bloodied his hands because someone decided that his new shirt was a good rag for spilled coffee)

"With you, yeah. Babe, you're too kind."

"Stop with the babe, get your head into the scene."

Deuce hummed, readying to impress you with his knowledge. Sure, it was not that expansive as yours, but it was a knowledge he'd show off. After all, you gave him such gift. Knowledge to pass for the semester and ...

You. Just you. Ever the goody-two-shoes, but so fiery, it draws him in with no intention to withdraw.

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